#just saw a video of him djing and that was it

[silverstonesainz-archive]

…. oh besties

[twirlyleafs]

“Dance the night away.”

Lando Norris x reader

TW: idk, a bit sexual? alcohol

A/N: just a short piece bc I couldn’t stop thinking about that video of Lando DJing. It has me in a chokehold ngl

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From the second you stepped into the club a few hours ago you hadn’t seen your boyfriend for more than a brief moment, when you accidentally bumped into each other at the bar. He’d spotted you first, recognizing the back of your head as you leaned over the bar ordering shots for you and your friends. When his arms wrapped around your waist from behind you were a second away from elbowing your way out of the embrace, then you heard his voice in your ear muttering something about how hot you looked. Lando quickly payed for your drinks and after a few affectionate kisses and a playful pinch to your behind he disappeared into the crowd again. You were left smiling to yourself, loving the way you two trusted each other enough to do your separate things during nights out. You had your friends, he had his. You knew he’d find you when it was time to leave, like always you’d suddenly feel his hands on your hips, lips ghosting over your neck as he practically begged you to go home. You also knew you’d be wrapped up in his arms all night, and likely all day tomorrow too, making the fact that you usually spent nights out apart not seem so troubling.

Lost in the moment you found yourself immersed in the music and the effortless way your hips swayed to the beat. Your friends swirled around you on the dance floor and you found yourself laughing as you alternated between them, always finding someone to move your body against. Just as your hands found your best friend’s hips your other friend pulled at your arm, making you lean into her. Despite the difficulty in hearing over the loud noises your heart fluttered when Landos name left her lips. Turning to look at her she just grinned, lifting a hand to point across the room. You absentmindedly followed her finger, hips still moving and your best friend’s arms snaking around your waist from behind. The sight had you stopping, freezing right on the dance floor. Effortlessly moving around the dj booth you saw your boyfriend, his cap moved backwards and his toned arm raised in the air as he controlled the flow of music with the other one. You had seen Lando DJ before and while you always found him attractive, especially when he was immersed in something he loved and felt confident in, there was something about him tonight that had you not being able to take your eyes off him. Giggling you let your friends pull you with them closer to the DJ booth, all of you still swaying to the music, and it didn’t take long for Lando to notice you. A grin spread across his face as he looked down at his girlfriend, watching you twirl around to the music he was playing. In some way he liked the way he could control your body from where he was, picking up the beat and seeing your hips follow suit. When your eyes met you offered a sweet smile and he could practically feel himself melt at the sight, the lights illuminating your beautiful face beaming up at him. With a quick nod of his head he motioned for you to come to him and you eagerly complied, quickly making your way through the crowd. You were easily let through and helped up to where Lando was. He must’ve seen you coming because without turning around he reached a hand back, wiggling his fingers for you to grab. You watched him for a second, his shoulders bouncing to the beat, before grasping his hand and letting him pull you closer. Without hesitation Lando positioned you in front of him, your back pressed against his chest as his arms snaked around you to reach all the buttons and knobs on the mixer. As one hand continued working with the music, the other moved to hold your body tight against his. For a brief moment he buried his face against your neck, pressing a few quick kisses against your hot skin and grinning widely as you giggled. When you turned to look at him he saw the twinkle in your eye, a look of pure love and admiration, and he was sure his own gaze mirrored yours. He kissed you softly, almost too tenderly for being amidst the pulsating music of a nightclub, but he didn’t care. He couldn’t tell you, not really wanting to scream affirmations in your ear, but he needed you to be reminded of how much he loved you. You smiled against his lips and he had to physically force himself to pull away and focus back on the mixer table in front of him. You laughed at the slightly bothered look on his face, pressing a quick kiss against his jaw before turning around to lean your back against his chest again. Lando let his cheek rest against your head as he used the mixer, you watching in equal parts confusion and curiosity as his skillful fingers worked their magic. Suddenly his hands moved to wrap around yours and before you knew it he was, without words, showing you how to control and manipulate the music. Your confused frown morphed into a slightly more relaxed one and soon you were giggling, letting your boyfriend use you as some sort of DJ puppet. Lando laughed, obviously enjoying sharing his hobby with you, and he secretly hoped someone was filming this taking place. It was something he wanted to remember.

You weren’t sure how long you stayed at the DJ booth with Lando, but it was at least a few songs. You liked it, liked how you could just let yourself relax against his body while he did something he loved. Lando had one hand on your abdomen, fingers splayed just beneath your breasts, forcing your body to stay flushed against his as you both moved with the music. You had dropped your head back against his shoulder and Lando occasionally pressed hot kisses against the exposed skin, eyes never leaving the mixer table. When one of his kisses suddenly turned into a sneaky bite, teeth pushing against the skin of your shoulder you couldn’t help the way your eyes fluttered close and lips parted. You were thankful for the loud music masking your soft moan, making it go unnoticed by the people around you. Except Lando. He could feel it vibrate through your chest and a giant smirk spread across his face. He was just about to try and draw out another whimper from you when you instead arched your back, pushing your ass right against his crotch all while still swaying your hips. Lando choked on a groan, his hips involuntarily bucking forward slightly to met you.

“Fuck, you can’t do that.” You shivered as he practically growled in your ear, his hand running down your stomach to hold onto your hip instead. Despite what he just said he pressed his fingers into your soft skin, encouraging you to more or less grind back against him. The two of you kept moving together and with every sway of your hips you felt Landos growing arousal against your ass, soon it would be obvious to everyone around you that he was blatantly getting hard. With as much self-control you could muster you turned around in his embrace, Landos eyes flickering from the mixer to your face. His hand snuck down to hold your butt as you leaned up to whisper in his ear, your fingers trailing up his chest and neck. He was shivering even before he heard your voice, the feeling of your nails against his jaw being enough.

“I think I’m ready to go home now.”

When you leaned back you couldn’t help but giggle at the look on your boyfriend’s face, eyes showcasing a mixture of excitement and frustration. He leaned down to capture your lips in a hungry kiss, hand squeezing your backside before he corrected you.

“We’re going home.”

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pairing: minho x felix (minlix)

genre: dancer!minho/artist!felix. brothers best friend troupe. college au. age gap (abt 4 years). minho pov. extremely dark themes throughout, including smut - MDNI, 18+ only.

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   After their night studying together at Minho’s dorm, there was complete radio silence from Felix. And the one time Minho had texted him to wish him good luck on his midterms, he had been left on delivered.

  Minho knew he was doing okay, though - from the things Chris said in passing and the rumors he heard throughout campus… about Felix’s weekend parties and continuing to make out in public with random people. 

  Before he knew it, weeks had passed since the last time Minho saw Felix. And each night, when he laid down to sleep, each time he closed his eyes… he saw Felix right there. In the front of his mind - back pressed against the wall of his dorm, staring up at him with a mix of burning anger and agony. And every time he envisioned Felix in his dreams, he had to bite his tongue to hold back the tears. 

  Chris and his other friends didn’t understand why he was in such a bad mood, but they tried to cheer him up as much as they could… by eating their meals together and hanging out around campus to study. 

  His friends were the reason why Minho found himself in the thick of a crowd in a nightclub one weekend. He usually didn’t go out into the city late at night, opting instead to play video games at home or read a good book, or even cook a meal for everyone. 

  But instead, there he was- standing in the middle of the dance floor, surrounded by writhing bodies. Couples were bumping and grinding to the music that blared all around the expansive room. The bass thrummed in the floor, vibrating against Minho’s heels and up into his legs. Hyunjin was the one who had invited him and Chris to the nightclub, stating that it was the best one in the city and fairly new. On top of that, Changbin was DJing a set for the night, so Minho decided to go out just once to support his friend. 

  So far, he had drunk two rum-and-cokes and could feel the buzz of liquor shooting through his veins. As he shuffled off of the dance floor, stumbling over people's feet, he searched the crowd for the rest of his friends. Changbin was busy up at the DJ booth, head bopping to the rap beat he was remixing with a famous pop song. Chris was right before the booth, in the throng of the crowd that was head-banging to the song. Hyunjin, meanwhile, was in the center of the dance floor, doing a sensual dance with a beautiful woman. 

  Immediately, Minho could feel the heavy weight of exhaustion and sadness tumble down onto his shoulders once more. Just seeing his friends - and everyone else - have a good time was making him even more depressed. So Minho made his way over the bar, sitting on one of the stools and ordering a tall bloody mary. As he sipped on the sour liquor, his eyes continued to survey the crowd. 

  He was extremely dressed down from the rest of everyone— opting for a pair of black jeans and a matching button-down that Hyunjin had convinced him to unbutton by just a tiny bit so that his chiseled pecs were visible only slightly. Minho studied the people all around him, who were mostly college students. People were making out at the bar, groups of guys were in the corners of the room, their laughs growing louder with each shot they took and then there were the people alone— 

  For a second, everything stopped. The room froze in place, the music died down, and everything came to a screeching halt. Slowly, Minho’s eyes slid over to the end of the bar, where a cluster of circled tables were positioned in a corner. 

  There, two figures were sitting on one of the cushioned plushes. One was an older man, whom Minho had never seen around town before - he looked to be in his late thirties, with a beard and dark hair, and eyes that seemed to pierce right into a person’s soul.

  And next to him was… 

  Lee Felix. 

  But, as Minho looked a little closer, squinting for a better view, it wasn’t Felix.

  Not the one he was used to, at least. 

  No— this Felix was finding it hard to keep his eyes open. This Felix’s delicate shoulders were beginning to cave in with exhaustion. This Felix’s cheeks were as pink as a rosebud, his lips just as red and a little swollen. 

  His blonde hair was a mess of curls atop his head, having grown out a little bit since the last time Minho saw him weeks ago and now touching the nape of his neck. As usual, his skin was dripping with silver jewelry and diamonds. Minho couldn’t make out his entire outfit from such a far distance, but he caught a glimpse of the red, glittery tube-top Felix had on and that was enough to make his throat dry up. 

  Minho took a long drawl of his drink, watching over the salted rim of his cup as the older man cozied up to Felix’s side and grew a little closer. He whispered something into the blonde’s ear, and Felix turned to him with a tiny frown. Then, the stranger was taking hold of his jaw, pressing a few kisses against the exposed skin of his neck and collarbone. 

  Minho held onto his glass a little harder at the sight of it all, the chilled feeling of his drink radiating throughout his palm and waking him up from his liquor-induced daze by just a tiny bit. 

  Deep down, in the back of his mind, he knew something wasn’t right. 

  There was something… off, about the vision of Felix like that. Of how he was acting. How he was letting such an older stranger fondle him so obscenely. It wasn’t normal for him - even despite him being a big one to party and fuck around with people. 

  Minho waited and watched, eyes flicking back between the two of them. As the minutes ticked by, the man grew closer and Felix seemed to grow more exhausted. And then, things were happening again. 

 Too quickly and too soon— 

  The man was standing up from his spot on the couch and grabbing ahold of Felix’s arm, hoisting him up, and pulling him out of the booth. He grabbed ahold of his hands, smirking as Felix started to hit his arm in protest. But he was too weak, and a lot smaller than the stranger. In an instant, the man was yanking him away from the bar entirely and into the crowd of people, and the last thing Minho saw was Felix hitting at the man's chest, struggling to pull away with his halted movements.

  Just like that, Minho was losing sight of them. Heart beating wildly against his ribcage, he shot up from his barstool and slapped a tip down onto the countertop. Then, he was shooting through the bodies on the dance floor, searching for Hyunjun. By the grace of all things holy, he was able to find his friend in the crowd. 

  Reaching out, he placed a hand on his friend's shoulder, shaking him out of his trance. “Hyunjin, I gotta go— something’s happened. Let the others know!” He screamed over the music, motioning with a hand to the exit. 

  It was much too loud for Hyunjin to hear, and he was probably too drunk to process Minho’s words. Even still, he nodded and held a big thumbs up. Minho didn’t wait for him to reply verbally, pushing through the shivering and gyrating bodies.

  He was taking too long— Felix was probably gone already. 

  Gone with that man and— 

  His anxiety and worry forced his legs to push harder, faster, until he was busting out of the nightclub’s front entrance. Eyes scanning the streets all around, he didn’t see anything. 

  He couldn’t find them. 

  Felix was gone. 

  But Minho didn’t give up, running down the street… eyes scanning every surface around. 

  Then, his eyes landed on a blonde head. One that was being led away on the opposite street by a taller man. They had gotten so far from the nightclub, that Minho had to sprint to catch up. 

  It was so late into the night, that darkness had settled in all around. The alleyways of the area called out to Minho in a foreboding kind of way. The nearby streetlamps did little to brighten up the surroundings, and by the time Minho made it close enough to call out to them, he was so out of breath he could barely talk. 

  “Hey- Lix!” He yelled out, as he reached their figures. 

  But the man didn’t stop, continuing to drag Felix with him. His hoodie was up now, and he had a strong grip on Felix. Something was wrong. Very, very wrong. Minho’s alcohol-addled brain was moving a little too slow to process everything, but he knew the basics of what was going on and what he had to do. 

  So without any more formalities, he walked up behind them and grabbed ahold of Felix’s other arm, forcing them to a stop. The man turned around, giving Minho a dark glare. “And where the fuck do you think you’re going?” Minho started, getting a firm grasp of Felix’s forearm and pulling him a little closer to his body. 

  But the man didn’t let go, instead giving Minho a sly kind of smile. “Back to my place— we’re dating. So let go of my lover and I won’t call the police on you.” The man said, his voice coming out gravelly and deep. 

  Raising an eyebrow in question, Minho stared down at Felix, catching onto the way his eyes were nearly rolled into the back of his skull. He was so limp, he could barely hold himself up. Minho’s hand crawled down his arm, his fingers entangling with Felix’s chilled ones. 

  “He’s much too drunk for you to take him anywhere. So let go of him and I’ll make sure he actually gets home.” Minho seethed out, the rage boiling deep inside of him at the sight of Felix so weak. 

  He had been drugged, that much Minho knew. 

  Drugged by the man in front of him. 

  “And who the fuck are you, to tell me what to do?” The guy was yelling now, his knuckles turning white from how hard he was gripping Felix’s arm. 

  “I’m his friend. Now let him go,” Minho said, giving the man a poisonous, deadpan stare. “And maybe I won’t report you for drugging him.” Which was a complete lie, but at that point, he was scrambling for anything. 

  And just when the man was about to open his stupid mouth to say something else, people were shouting down the street, across the way from them. Turning only slightly, but still keeping an eye on the man in front of him, he saw three figures trudging down the street. 

  He recognized the first one, with silver-fox locks. 

  The people in question were Felix’s friends. 

  Thank fuck, he wasn’t the only one around now. 

  Almost instantly, upon seeing the three men stride up to their sides, the man was yanking his hand away from Felix’s skin as if it had burned him. Then he turned around and made a run for it. 

  “Fucking coward! I'm still gonna report you, fuckface!” Minho screamed in his wake, watching the stranger bolt down an alleyway and quickly get lost in the misty night. Felix’s friends were growing closer now, and Minho’s head pounded with a mix of liquor and adrenaline that still rushed through his veins. 

  Felix felt light as a feather in his arms, as Minho grabbed ahold of him. Wrapping his arms around his waist, Minho pulled him close. “Felix… can you hear me?” He whispered, brushing a few fingers against his cheek. He was so warm to the touch, his lips slightly parted and eyes completely closed. “It’s going to be okay… please, just hold on a little longer, baby…”

  “Who was that?” Jisung was the first one to talk as they neared Minho, taking a long drawl from his joint. 

  “Probably some weirdo that wanted to fuck Felix- what’s new-“ Seungmin joked, his tone light. 

  The carelessness of Felix’s friends made Minho’s blood boil. And when he turned around to face them, and they saw the state of their friend, all of their casual expressions dropped instantly. 

  “What the fuck were you all doing?! Leaving him alone in there-” Minho screamed, pointing back towards the nightclub with its loud music bleeding out of the front entrance. “He was drugged and he would’ve been taken by that man if Ihadn’t stopped him!”

  The first one to speak up was Jeongin, nearing them and brushing a hand against the top of Felix’s head. “Is he okay?” His voice trailed off, as his eyes searched Felix’s face. 

  “I don’t know, but I need to get him home. So one of you useless fucks need to call a cab.” Minho gritted through his teeth, pulling Felix away from Jeongin’s touch. Then he was hoisting him up into his arms, bridal style. Keeping him as close as humanly possible. 

  Jisung frowned at the insult, shaking a finger at Minho. “Hey! Don’t get mad at us— we didn’t know where he had gone, that's why we came out here looking for him,” He started, rolling his eyes dramatically. “Plus, he’s a manwhore anyways— he loves getting fucked by strangers. Ask anyone on campus.” 

  Minho watched, as Seungmin pulled out his phone and began to call a cab. “You’re the worst friends, you know that?” Minho said, voice low as gravel. He looked around the small group, at the way Jisung continued to smoke his weed right there while his friend was drugged, at the way Seungmin was typing away on his phone without a care in the world. The only one who seemed mildly concerned was Jeongin, with his knit brows and a deep frown. “I can’t believe he got mixed up with you. You all suck and I’ll get my own taxi so don’t even fucking worry about it.” 

  And then, like a random chance of luck, a taxi pulled up to the curb right outside of the nightclub. A group of girls in short skirts and stripper heels tumbled out of the car, giggling and smiling as they made their way into the club. Stepping onto the curb, Minho waved down the taxi. 

  Only after he had carefully seated Felix down in the backseat did he turn around and regard Felix’s friends. “I really hope this situation teaches Felix who his true friends are,” Minho said, glaring at the three of them. 

  Shrugging only a little bit, Seungmin stared up from his phone and gave Felix a sardonic kind of laugh. “Your hatred for us is kinda entertaining, not gonna lie,” then he was showing his phone to Jisung beside him, scrolling through something. “Ji— look, there’s a bigger club just down the road, let’s go check it out.” 

  Without another word, Minho was sliding into the backseat right beside Felix. Just as he was about to slam the door, a hand caught ahold of the frame. Jeongin leaned into the car, eyes scanning over Felix’s limp body which was slumped against Minho. “Let me know when you get home. Here’s my number.” He pushed a piece of paper into Minho’s hand. 

  Staring down at it, Minho crumpled the thing between his fingers. “I don’t want any kinda contact with you.” 

  “Do it for Felix, then. Please.” 

  Then Minho’s eyes were flicking up to Jeongin’s and he noticed the way his face was colored with desperation, the way his mouth was pulled into a thin line and his eyes danced with concern. 

  So all Minho did was nod silently before Jeongin pulled away and shut the door with a quiet click. 

  Minho reached out after that, as the taxi began to move. He gently grabbed ahold of Felix’s hand and squeezed it. The blonde was fast asleep against his shoulder. 

  And it took everything in Minho’s power not to start crying just then. At seeing Felix’s weakened state, his mind replayed the scenes of the night. How Felix was almost taken away. How he could’ve been kidnapped and raped by a stranger. Or, even worse. 

  Leaning his head against the seat, he stared out the car’s window. Studied Seoul’s dark streets, and the blaring lights all around. He squeezed Felix’s fingers a little bit just then, feeling like he never wanted to let go. 

  Making a promise to himself that he never would. 

  Not again.

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[simpjaes]

i js saw a post responding to people who think jake would be a player but the op thought he’d be the cute guy apologising on his friends behalf and i just had the most DISASTROUS thought. i am spiralling.

nice guy jake who really is a nice guy. he’s trusted by all the girls, gives the best advice and provides the best comfort cuddles— butter wouldn’t melt on his tongue! but just because jake is a nice guy doesn’t mean he isn’t a smart one, he completely understands what a unique position he’s in being trusted by all his friends gfs/close girl friends. it’s every guys dream to be invited to girls sleepovers— it’s every guys dream to be him. i don’t even have the brain power to think up all the ways he takes advantage of that oh my brain is melting. js imagining changing in front of him because seemingly he js talks through it and doesn’t seem to care but he’s got his phone propped up between his knees recording you. asks crude and nosy questions about your sex life (are you a screamer? dirtiest fantasy? what dirty thoughts get your panties slick the quickest?) because what’s a little sex talk between friends? offers to come underwear shopping with you because he’s your friend, he knows what suits you! casually comments on how compatible he thinks your sexual chemistry would be ‘as a joke’. he helps pick what nudes you send to ur bf because he’s a guy and he knows what he other guys want to see— goes as far as to tell you to stop djing your clit in blurry videos and instead grind against your palm all slick and needy with the flash and sound on because that’s what he guys want. i feel i’m not even breaching the surface with this and u do not even need to contribute hon i was js seized with a desperate need to share this with you 😵‍💫

u know that this reminds me of? :o

the hottest thing ever in the whole world and this thing an anon sent me that im gonna write [people voted for it to be jake instead of jay]

bravo tho nonnie, im takin' notes fr

[lavenderthe8]

haikyuu!! edm artists

i go to a lot of raves and this is an idea ive been poking at for awhile so enjoy xx

sugawara

melodic bass

think: seven lions, trivecta

literally the sweetest DJ everrrrr

when he plays festivals, he never goes to the fan meet and greets

likes to walk around instead and meet his fans face to face (and he never wants them to pay money to see him)

is always fighting with the ticket companies to lower the ticket prices for his fans

also, is an avid kandi kid

literally was making full on rotating cuffs at like age twelve

he loves to collab with other artists, although he just can’t get behind hardstyle or dnb

he went to a warehouse rave like one time when he was in university, and just never went back again (it scared him a little bit)

yamaguchi actually sings a lot of the vocals for his songs, too

and of course, anyone that went to karasuno gets free tickets for lifeeeee

and ofc hinata always shows up to a few of suga’s shows, usually four or five a year

makki (and mattsun)

trap

think: troyboi, alison wonderland

literally just started remixing songs together in high school for the parties that oikawa would throw and it kinda just spiraled from there

started to just fuck around and do his own thing, and after awhile he stopped remixing and just started to make his own beats

actually stopped it for a long time after he graduated high school

kinda forgot about it before he heard that kyoutani had become pretty famous off his edm music

so he decided to go back and start playing around with it again

started releasing his songs, and eventually he got to open at a super small show near him

just like blew up after that

mattsun (and makki)

hardstyle

think: gammer, headhunterz

same thing with makki, DJing was not really at the top of his priority list, like, ever

he played around with makki’s mixer a lot when they were in school together, but he never really gave it much thought

makki was crashing at his place for a bit, and he mentioned that he was playing a show near them, so mattsun decided to tag along

literally fucking FELL in love with makki’s set, and immediately wanted to learn how to make songs too

they worked at it for awhile, and eventually mattsun found a type of edm that he really enjoyed making

started collabing almost immediately after, and got like a massive amount of fans really quickly

also, their visuals are like so silly

(lots of shrek and whatever stupid shit that’s been viral that week)

kyoutani also refuses to play shows with them because makki and mattsun have so many bad pictures of him from high school that they use on their merch and promotion videos and stuff

kyoutani

dubstep (duh)

think: subtronics, wooli

come on, you know this boy loves dubstep

as far as headbangers go, kyoutani gets whiplash at literally every show he goes to

super into edm growing up, and he always knew that he wanted to be a DJ

he bought himself a cheap starter kit in high school and from then on his career was pretty much set in stone

pretty bad at promoting himself, most of his social media literally was just him pointing at the camera and bopping his head along to one of his own tracks

but he DOES have a really big following

mostly because people would fall in love with him when they saw him playing a set (can you blame them?)

picks up A LOT of girls because of it

also, oikawa never lets him live it down, but kyoutani doessss have to give him credit for his DJ name lol

really wants to collab with kenma one day (it’s in the works, don’t worry)

and no comment on the makki and mattsun merch, although he does buy a new shirt every time they drop one with his face on it

tendou

techno

think: space 92, hi-lo

tendou was going to underground raves since he started high school idcidc

the music helped him focus soooo much, he would literally listen to it when he was studying

he even used it to fall asleep sometimes

after graduation when semi joined his band, tendou would tag along to the studio with him

eventuallyyyy he learned how to produce rock music, and then he started making his own beats

he also doesn’t really take inspiration from other artists, which is cool

just hears the track in his head and BOOM — he makes it into a song

doesn’t really have a following, he just plays when and where he can

but people love his energy, so he always has a good sized crowd watching him

atsumu

bass house

think: space laces, ac slater

experimented with a lot of different sounds before he finally found something that fit

eventually though, he fell in love with the dancing more than he did the actual music

he would go to shows to try and find inspo and would end up watching the ravers more than he would the actual DJ’s

eventually learned how to rave shuffle, and that’s when he realized that bass house was his calling

when he was playing a set and looked out to the crowd, it made him sooooo happy to see people dancing to his music

is also the type of DJ to call out 1… 2… 1, 2, 3, 4 before every fucking drop

it made osamu so mad when they were playing a show together

he also only listens to house music, even on his off days

so when he can’t find any new music to listen to, he just makes his own

has a really big following, but definitely wants to push himself and start headlining at festivals one day

suna

drum and bass

think: subsonic, noisia

prettiest DJ award goes to suna

he just knows exactly how to read the crowd

is very good at knowing the vibe and matching what the crowd wants

also, is just very beautiful

but his sets are always, like, super weird

lots of really experimental sounds and his visuals are like… scary? in a way

so his music definitely isn’t for everyone

has more of a cult following than anything, but he doesn’t care much about being in the spotlight

he plays edm because HE likes it, he could give a fuck what anyone else thinks

is also never seen without a beanie on

it’s sort of a game to his fans — “take a picture of suna without his fucking hat on”

(they never can)

osamu

midtempo bass

think: rezz, kloud

doesn’t have flashy visuals or lasers or anything like that

gets criticized a lot because some people say that his shows are “boring”

but his true fans know that’s not true

osamu is there to play music! he isn’t there to put on a light show

has a really big group of fans that are ride or die for him — a lot of them say that if you’ve never been to one of his sets, you’re not a real raver

sort of a staple DJ in the “sober rave” community

is super supportive of his fans, and he even has a link on his website for people to send in their own personal stories about what it’s like to be a sober raver

also HATES to collab with other people that he doesn’t know, it’s hard for him to understand their vision

which is why he usually only collabs with atsumu

also, is known for not saying a word during his shows

he walks on, plays some music, and walks off (and people love him for it)

kenma

progressive house

think: acivii, zedd

biggest DJ of his generation

like, let me just make it clear, kenma is very very famous

he doesn’t really care about the spotlight though

he just loves to play music

doesn’t interact with his fans much, kuroo runs all of his social media because he knows that kenma gets overwhelmed a lot with stuff like that

for the most part though, his fans are super respectful

kenma headlines at the same festivals every year, and he consistently sells out shows at massive venues

feels truly happy when he is DJing

one of his fans sent him a pair of cat ears that they made, and kenma wears them to almost every show he plays

has never actually been to a rave himself

takes a lot of inspiration from very early edm artists

just makes people really happy with his music

honorable mentions

akaashi

designs all of kenma’s merch

usually never attends the shows, he and kenma just have a sort of working relationship where kenma vaguely describes what he wants, and akaashi fulfills his request

does sit through every video that bokuto shows him after a rave, though

he also doesn’t have any social media for himself, he created an account literally to promote kenma

also, says he hates edm, but kenma is his number one spotify artist every year??

bokuto sees through his lies (and is taking him to a rave in a few months)

akaashi says that he isn’t excited (but he actually really is)

kiyoomi

atsumu’s manager

is so good about keeping him on track with scheduling and stuff

“omi, can we go get ice cream?” — “no, atsumu, sound check is in ten minutes.”

is sooooo good about keeping atsumu hydrated

this boy does not drink water, like ever

so omi has literally stopped his set before only to make atsumu down a bottle of water

atsumu ALWAYS dedicates his sets to kiyoomi

and kiyoomi secretly loves him for it

iwaizumi and oikawa

complete rave baes

oikawa’s entire social media presence is: volleyball, volleyball, rave, rave, rave, iwaizumi, iwaizumi at a rave, volleyball

it was actually iwaizumi’s idea to wear matching shoes to their first ever rave

the tradition never stopped

iwaizumi will complain that oikawa takes too many pictures of them during shows but he will also post every single picture of them together

one of oikawa’s “essential” items at a rave is a custom pashmina he had made with a picture of kyoutani sleeping

(they love to torture this poor boy)

will be rave dad’s one day — it’s cannon

[sorryaboutthelean]

just saw a video of fisico DJing….. he is so sucks…. I need him

[divinesolas]

Just saw a video of Harry drinking, vaping and DJing to the Thong Song

Why is he such a hornball?😭😂

hate him

[earth4angels]

I don’t know if he has female groupies because every time he posts a video of him DJing in some random basement club, it’s just a bunch of bros crowding the stage like I rarely see women in his DJ videos

I think he WANTS to have more female groupies like he’s really trying, which would be even funnier

i’ve seen he’s starting to have his crowd be more girls, i recently saw a video of a fan meeting him in ibiza and he was CHATTTTTINGGGGG it up, drink on hand, glasses pulling his hair back, his eyes were droopy like y’know when a man is talking it up with you in the club??? i laughed hard this man is a whore yall

[the-daughter-of-lilith]

This connection feel so meaningful to me. We literally think and do little things at the same time, and have an impact on each other I have never encountered before. I’ve already inspired him to pursue tech once again (specifically cybersecurity like me!), helped him with his cocktail video editing a little, had a photographer give him a beautiful headshot he can post, took him on an adventure, etc.

He’s inspired my DJing, my fitness, my eating habits, boosted my confidence, etc.

I had absolutely zero expectations meeting him, and already feel like he’s helped me so much in my life in the most unconventional ways possible. No fancy, expensive dates or “flexing” needed.

From the moment I met him I felt so comfortable, safe, and like I could truly be myself with him. I know he has an impact on women like that though, as I know I do myself with men. Yet it was like I’d already known him, despite us just meeting. (Perhaps my metadata isn’t always so sinister after all?)

It’s like I was meant to meet him at this exact moment. The coincidences of us meeting, how we were both raised, where we grew up, our sense of humor, politics, compatibility, everything feels so… perfectly aligned.

He brings to the surface wounds I didn’t even know I still had within me, in a way I’m able to recognize and understand about myself to become a better person. He’s helping me see the world from another way I never saw before. He’s helping me become… myself… again.

I see all of the things I love about myself within him too. He lives such an abundant, content life, and I adore everything about him so much. I want to spend all the time in the world with him, and deeply miss him anytime we’re apart.

Every time our skin touches it feels unexplainable. The simplest touch or look in his eyes feels deeply intense. He’s a work of art. A muse. Every angle, every expression, every emotion, he’s beautiful. Not a moment goes by where he’s not on my mind.

I want to worship him. I want to protect him. I want to make love to him. I want to make him happy. I want to bring him peace. I want to make him my king.

[dynapiner]

3rd bass the cactus album release date

3RD BASS THE CACTUS ALBUM RELEASE DATE FULL

3RD BASS THE CACTUS ALBUM RELEASE DATE FULL

But It's not really a full attack, just MCA's verse that goes in on Serch.Ģ5. The Beastie’s dissed 3rd Bass back on the track “Professor Booty”. 3rd Bass saw the Spin article and wrote the dis.Ģ4. Then when he went to leave, Mike started throwing things at him. 2 is that he and Mike D met and were talking in Mike D’s apartment and were totally cool. The story Serch tells in Check the Technique Vol. 3rd Bass dissed the Beastie Boys on the song “Sons of 3rd Bass” It was the new Def Jam white guys dissing the old.Ģ3. I also have to ask-do famous rappers always have a guy in their crew to listen to other rapper’s albums to check for hit-worthy disses tucked away in the deep cuts?Ģ2. Can I buy it on E-Bay? And if so, will Hammer put a contract out on me?Ģ1. Sometimes I wonder where that giant hammer is. Or video with Hammer’s mother being, uh, contacted, by a giant cactus.Ģ0. And there was no video for it with a giant hammer getting knocked over in heavy rotation on Yo MTV Raps. It may have been the title track, but wasn’t released as a single. It seems weird that “The Cactus” is the song 3rd Bass blamed for all the drama. If true, this is perhaps the greatest example of the awesome power of award shows.ġ9. Serch says in the book that he believes Russell gave Concepcion tickets to the American Music Awards, sitting next to Michael Jackson, in exchange for vetoing their murder. There’s much I don’t know about the Crip’s organizational structure and work processes.ġ8. It doesn’t sound like it had been reported up to Concepcion’s office for approval, but he sure as hell had the power to call it off.ġ7. Russell Simmons asked Crips founder Mike Concepcion to cancel the hit. 3rd Bass found out about the death threat when they were on tour in LA. 3rd Bass also dissed Hammer in the song “The Cactus”, with the lyric “The cactus turned Hammer’s mother out.” According to the group, it’s actually this dis that prompted a death threat from Hammer that he contracted out through the Crips.ġ6. In the video, DMC and Jam Master Jay show up at the end to attack a giant hammer that’s wearing sun glasses. At the end of the song, Pete Nice expresses his wish that Hammer “Shut the _ up.” And Serch unleashes an effusive gas face.ġ4. The dismissive looks girls sometimes gave became known as the “gas face”.ġ3. It was inspired by times when 3rd Bass and Zev would try to talk to girls. The term and concept of the gas face were coined by guest rapper Zev Love X,ġ2. He said 3rd Bass would swipe Slick Rick promo albums from the Def Jam office to sell on the street to buy pizza.ġ1. Pete told Brian Coleman that he still had to work odd jobs after getting signed by Def Jam. 2's chapter on The Cactus Album, there’s some truth to it.ġ0. Pete Nice’s opening verse seems like a funny exaggeration of a shady record label, but according to Check the Technique Vol. The song was produced by De La Soul and Gravediggaz producer (and Stetsasonic DJ) Prince Paul. The piano sample at the beginning of each verse in “The Gas Face” is the intro to “Think” by Aretha Franklin.Ĩ. According to DJ Daddy Rich, DJing during performances of “The Gas Face” and “Steppin to the AM” was challenging because Serch’s dancing would shake his turntables.ħ. You know who didn’t have paper ankles? MC Serch. And of course, his ankles never got so bad that he needed the prop cane he carried around.Ħ. But not hooping gave him more time to work on the music. Nice blamed his “paper ankles” for derailing his college b-ball career. Pete Nice took a total of two shots playing forĥ. Before 3rd Bass, Serch’s day jobs included driving a truck for the USDA and driving a bus for a Jewish YeshivaĤ. Pete Nice graduated with an English degree from Columbia.ģ. MC Serch turned down an opera singing scholarship to focus on rap.Ģ. I highly recommend both it and Volume 1 for 80s and 90s hip hop aficionados.ġ. ( Important Note: I learned many of these nuggets from the book, Check the Technique Volume 2: More Liner Notes for Hip Hop Junkies by Brian Coleman. In honor of those 30 years, here are 30 facts about 3rd Bass and the song itself. Hard to believe it’s been 30 years since I made my first gas face.

[cuntess-carmilla]

The way "alt" is done nowdays is so exasperating. People (rightfully) talk about how dark academia and cottagecore and those trends that imo aren't "alt" but are distinctive aesthetics are more in the business of looking like they're someone who reads a lot or someone who bakes and lives in the countryside respectively instead of putting any emphasis on actually reading a lot of learning substainability or homekeeping.

And the same happens with the way alt anything is being done lately and that's why so many people get so disproportionately angry and defensive when someone who's actually into a subCULTURE corrects them, especially if that person doesn't even "look" the part as much as their fake asses do.

No interest in actual countercultural politics, ideology, sentiment, praxis or even artistic expression or practice.

They want to look like they're someone who's into unfathomably obscure non-palatable music and ideas, without having to actually put any effort into cultivating their musical knowledge or identity. They want the whole VISUAL package immediately, but nothing else (hint: that's why you get called posers).

Reminds me a lot of this:

[Image description: TikTok stitch in which the first video shows user @/dormence with text printed in front of them that reads "Did you know that there's no "correct" way to dress for a goth club. The truth is that fashion is about dressing according to what's fashionable. Style is more about being yourself. Tip: Allow yourself to be ok with experimenting and blending your favorite styles until you refine into your own symbol 🖤"

The rest of the video is of user @/awfullysinister speaking to the camera.]

Transcript:

Here's a fun story for everybody. I've been involved in my local goth scene for about 10 years now, I've been going to clubs and shows and events for about 10 years, I've been a DJ in the scene for about 6 years.

A few years ago I got booked for a DJ gig for one of my friends' club nights. I was late, unfortunately. It happens. I got to the venue about 30 minutes after the night started and I looked pretty bad… Worse than usual. I didn't have my hair up, I wasn't dressed nice, I had gym shorts on and a hoodie… I just had all my stuff with me in a bag and was planning on changing in the bathroom.

And there's this guy there that was all dressed up. He's got leather pants with straps, Demonias, he's wearing a black buttoned down tshirt with a fishnet shirt underneath it, his face is full of makeup… He looked like a Chris Motionless wannabe, basically.

And as I'm walking in to walk toward the stage to put my stuff up there, then go to the bathroom to change, the Chris Motionless wannabe stops me. Like, he puts his hand out, like this, like, on my chest, and he looks at me and he goes "Oh, I'm sorry, are you lost?"

And I look at him like a deer in headlights, like… What…? He repeats the question, and I just stare at him and say "I'm DJing tonight…" and he returns the look.

Anyway, I just brush past him and I go do my thing. It was a great night, I had a great crowd to my set, everybody was dressed in all sorts of ways; some people were really dressed up, some people were just wearing a tshirt and jeans, nothing special, but they were all dancing, they were all having fun.

The Chris Motionless wannabe didn't dance ONCE, and for what I saw, it didn't look like he was having fun, it looked like he was just standing around trying to look cool. In fact, at the end of the night, one of my friends told me that a guy that kinda looked like Chris Motionless remarked about how he hated the music and wished it was heavier. I don't know exactly what that means, I'm going to assume that he wanted to hear Metal.

That was about 3 years ago, and I have not seen that guy since. Not at any clubs, not at any shows… It's like he just disappeared, and I expect that I'll probably never see him again.

Anyway, the point is; sometimes the people that keep your local goth scene going, who are dancing the most at your local clubs, and who keep goth DJs like me feeling inspired to continue doing this, and to continue to seek out new music… Sometimes those people are just wearing a tshirt and jeans and aren't all that dressed up.

And, sometimes, the people who're dressed to the nines, who look the part and have a closet full of expensive brand clothing, just stay home all day, on TikTok, pretending to be better than everybody else, with cringey usernames like "goth daddy" and "goth king" and "goth goddess". Sometimes - not always, but sometimes - those are the people I wish I never had to run into in my local scene.

Link to the TikTok

[artxyra]

The Return of the Premier Chaotique

Marinette was only eight years old when her primary school life changed for the better.

On that fateful day, in Mlle. Gilbertine’s classroom was the introduction of a new transfer student. He introduced himself as Damian; there was no last name. And if there was one, Gilbertine made sure she didn’t say a word of it.  

To Marinette, Nino, Chloe, Nathaniel, and Kim, he was an odd boy. Someone that would fit right into their group after a push, as Damian stressed for no social interactions with anyone.

During the early weeks of his stay, Marinette had caught him several times engaging in lonesome activities, whether they were in the classroom or out in the field messing around. Marinette, being the outgoing child that she was, began to plot.

Created from that plotting period was her life’s mission to befriend the emotionless kid.

It was hard at first.

She and the others tried tricking the young man into hopscotch matches, and when that didn’t work, it was a game of red light, green light. Occasionally, Nino and Kim would challenge Damian to dance battles.

Damian was very much against the childish games claiming that they were beneath him, but humored them into defeat.

That was until Marinette decided on a shooting game with water guns and makeshift go-carts out of bike parts. Damian’s eyes lit up with excitement, and Marinette knew right then and there that she finally fulled her goal.

After being soaked from head to toe and laughing amongst friends, Marinette and the others swore Damian into their friend group, thus changing their lives forever.

Soon newer and crazier games began to take over the classroom of Mlle. Gilbertine.

The moment Nino would bring out his portable CD player and the music began to boom out of the speakers, everyone knew what was about to happen.  

One day, while the group was in the school’s pool area pretending to be sea monsters attacking each other with kickboards and pool noodles, they were officially dubbed the “Premier Chaotique” cult. As they were youthful and the material they came up with was more chaotic than anything the future Hawkmoth could ever create.

Everyone knew that Marinette and Damian were the leaders. Together they oozed power, as Marinette was their strategist while Damian was the chief.

Chloe was their lawyer and location scout. The blonde knew what areas had cameras and heavy guarding. Kim was their chaotic developer. He knew what methods were more chaotic than the rest. Kim never failed to disappoint. Nino was their sound design and videographer in some cases. His love for filmmaking and DJing started here and continues to grow. Nathaniel was the tagger as he made sure every graffiti they did was perfect.

Nothing could ruin these kids.  

Mlle. Gilbertine, bless her soul, was determined to get the Premier Chaotique cult under control, but they were slick and made plans at random. She remembers the day when empty ice cream cups filled her classroom. Every desk was covered, and nothing could explain the appearance of snow sleds in the class.

It was no rumor that the mini cult managed to create their own little snow resort using ice cream and shave ice. It was a pain to clean up.

Marinette remembers the days when the mini cult would paint the city red with flowers and chaotic goodness. Or turning the entire city into a roller skate derby.

It’s a miracle that the cops never brought their parents into the investigation. Then again, with a child as pure as Marinette in the lead, people would fall over when they saw her smile.

Their significant achievement was when the school’s kitchen managed to catch on fire during a lunch period. During the evacuation, the group somehow managed to slip through the adults and back into the cafeteria.

Kim had brought marshmallows that day.

When the firefighters entered to put out the flames, the six children greeted them with wooden sticks eating s’mores and telling scary stories.

That fire had been their last valuable success because they experienced the worst nightmare a couple of days later, Damian had to go back to his home country.

It was heartbreaking for everyone within the cult but groundbreaking for the city.

Marinette fell into depression along with the others. After a month without Damian, they vowed to never speak of the best year of their life unless they were ever to meet Damian again.

It was no secret that Marinette had a crush on the foreign boy, so the cult disassembles along with any memories of Damian and the cult.

Years passed since that day.

Chloe took it upon herself to bully Marinette when they had entered college, as those who knew them in their younger days forgot that they were ever friends. Marinette took up fashion designing and making her seem like the perfect student. Nathaniel started working on comics based on their adventures. Nino stayed friends with all but Chloe and continued with his calling in music production. Kim began busying himself with sports, specifically swimming.

Soon the name that used to strike fear in the hearts of the Paris citizens began to fade away into a false memory.

Little did anyone know, the spirit of the Premier Chaotique cult lives on and would ignite in a blaze of fire.

At sixteen, Marinette works her butt off to make their end-of-the-school-year trip a reality.

The trip was not for the approval of her classmate, which has gone stale but for her sanity. Three years of being Ladybug have put a toll on her, and she plans to take advantage of the lack of akuma attacks going on.

When the acceptance letter landed in her hands, her parents swear they saw a boulder lifted off their daughter’s shoulders. She was smiling more and appeared less stressed than she had ever been since finding out the school board decided to move teachers with their students as a handful of teachers left Paris, some even left France altogether.

Her allies (remaining friends) were the first to know about the trip to Gotham, New Jersey, and they cheered happily for her. Lately, someone else has taken the credits for her work.

The day before the trip, Marinette rundown the patrol routes, and emergency protocols with Luka and Kagami, ensuring the safety of Paris if and when Hawkmoth decided to go active while the rest of the team was away.

She then goes on to convincing Kaalki to come with her to Gotham only to be used as an emergency. Marinette was ready to leave Paris and head to Gotham.

Upon entering the streets of Gotham, a cold chill runs down everyone’s spines aside from the former mini cult members. Too Mme. Bustier, the chill was all too familiar, bringing up memories of the kids that terrorized the streets before Hawkmoth. She looks around to see nothing out of place before promptly calling out her students so they would make it to the hotel.

Everyone who felt that chill had every right to be wary.

On the first day, everything seemed fine, but when you leave nearly all the members of Premier Chaotique alone for a moment, well, chaos was sure to happen.

Chloe and Marinette had put aside their differences during the Lila era of the classroom reign. Even after it was over, they managed to remain friends, rekindling the essence of primary friendship. The boys joined in on them not long afterward.

Plans were made but not yet enforced. It did not feel right, and they knew why– it was because they lacked their chief, the one and only Damian.

~☾★☽~

All Marinette wanted was a cup of coffee, but instead, she got something--someone much more pleasing.

Frozen in place, she calls out a single name, “Dames?” The dark-haired male turned around; she couldn’t breathe. Her eyes soften at the sight of her first crush. He hadn’t changed by much, though he was now taller than her.

“Mars?” That nickname sent the French-Asian teen running into the arms of the Ice Prince himself. Instead of pushing her away, he wraps his arms around her.  

Time froze in that café for several reasons, but the main one was definitely because they just witnessed Damian Wayne hugging someone willing.

Their embrace ends with them staring into each other’s eyes. It felt surreal. They couldn’t find the words to say, but they didn’t have to.

Life continues in the cafe as Damian leads Marinette away from the flashes of lights. It wasn’t long before Damian’s phone began to blow up with notifications. He turns his phone off and stuffs it back into his pocket.

With a mischievous glint in her eyes, Marinette pulls Damian in closer. Lifting herself onto her tip-toes, she whispers, “The others are here too.” into his ear. She steps away to see what she has unleashed, hoping that nearly a decade away from each other hasn’t altered their relationship.

This time it was Damian who smirks, bringing Marinette closer to him. “Mm, shall be bring Gotham to its knees?”

They share a smirk that ends with an explosion, thus, reigniting the Premier Chaotique cult with a burning passion for mayhem.

They decided to meet that night after hours.

Music blared in the streets of Gotham, seemingly close to the classroom’s hotel near Wayne Enterprise.

The members of Premier Chaotique strut down the middle of the streets in inflatable dinosaur suits dancing to the remixes that played from the boombox on one of the dino’s skateboards (Nino’s).  

Jamming to Bats @crazyforbats Did anyone else wake up to music and dancing dinos last night?

Bearbe @Bearbe Replying to @crazyforbats THAT WAS REAL!!??? I THOUGHT I WAS HULLACINATING

Krazie Kay @gokaykaer [A one-minute video with various strobe lighting colors flashing around and six dinosaurs doing the Cha-Cha-Slide] I swear I just saw @thebloodwayne for a split second.

Vera Pitts @vera_pitts [A short video of inflatable dinosaurs chaotically dancing to the Harlem Shake.] I thought this trend of over and done *crying emoji*

By the morning, Twitter was blowing up with various videos and gifs of the events that happened the night before. The only people who weren’t affected by the popularity were the people who were a part of it.

At Wayne Manor, Bruce could already feel a migraine coming as his two oldest play the videos repeatedly in the main room.

Damian scoffs at his family members, while Dick complains about why they haven’t thought of that for a family outing. It’s all about class, Dick; it’s all about class.  

Alfred, being all-knowing, takes notice of Damian's hidden smirks and recent purchase from his account at a party store. Nothing to worry about in this household. However, Damian asking him about where to find used pocket bikes (mini motorcycles) and wire rope reels was troubling.

The next night began the fears of every Parisian that experienced the reign. Blessed that it wasn't not happening in their city for once.

Per their plan assignments, Chloe and Kim found the buildings necessary for the zip line. Nino was in charge of setting up the equipment with the help of Nathaniel. Damian’s task was to get the bikes and zip line wire. Marinette’s job was to keep the class and others from finding out their plan.  

Once everything was ready, the Premier Chaotique entered their playground wearing hooded leotards (or bodysuits) with matching latex masks stretched over their eyes.

Kim went first down the zip line as Damian race down the streets on the bike. Initially, they were going to use the bikes, but the zip line couldn’t hold the weight of the bike and the person on it, so they turned it into a race instead. Of course, they put challenges throughout the route to make it more even.  

Their mayhem took a turn for the best when someone had called the cops, causing the for once silent night into a regular night of crime. Instead of stopping, like normal people, the mini cult went on a high-speed race against the GCPD.

Gotham’s Twitter users were having a blast with the events. It was the best and bravest thing to surface since Batman, though some were very vocal with their opposing thoughts.

The GCPD never caught the Premier Chaotique members, and they went on as if nothing happened.  

It was during the tour of Wayne Enterprise that the Premier Chaotique members learned Damian’s last name. He was an effing Wayne.

Marinette had asked Damian what his last name was when they were eight, and he replied nonchalantly with something along the lines of not being a Wayne until he was ten. Afterward, they continue hanging out and plotting throughout the tour.

After seeing their younger brother interact with teens his age, Dick specifically begs Bruce to invite the group while the rest stands there in shock. The sight of seeing Damian doing what they thought was impossible needed to go into the history books.

While it was a momentous occasion for Damian’s brothers, it was a reality check for Mme. Bustier. Her screams echo against the halls of WE as buried memories of the chaos awakens.

She stared pointedly at Marinette in denial. There was no way her star student was in the cult that did so much damage all those years ago. When Chloe, Nino, Kim, and quiet Nathaniel joined her, Caline started to feel faint. She immediately excused herself to call her therapist. Her wails for help could reach the lobby.

Bruce unknowingly invited even more chaos into his household that night.

It didn’t take Chloe and Marinette much to convince their teachers to let the five of them stay with Mr. Wayne for the night in hopes of “catching up” with Damian.

After getting the approval from Mr. Wayne and their parents, she agreed, secretly ecstatic that they wouldn’t be in her care for the next several hours.

~☾★☽~

“I’m bored. Let’s play a prank?” Kim randomly shouts, playing catch with himself, when they were all staring out the TV waiting for something good to come on.

“What do you have in mind?” Marinette asks, making her way over to Damian. He pushes her away, knowing that she’ll use him as a throne.

“Hey Dames, do you own go-carts are something of a familiar nature?”

Damian thinks about it for a minute, “Tt, father wouldn’t dare let those things in the house. We can prank my brothers. Scaring them would bring me joy.”

“Well I have a few ideas, we can use.” Chloe states, pulling out the book of mischief from her purse.

They all huddle over the book with smirks on their faces.

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A retouch version of Request #9.

[flightfoot]

My Top 10 Favorite Miraculous Ladybug Characters

Note: this is FAVORITE, not necessarily the ones I think are best. These are the characters that bring me the most joy, which while it’s often connected to how well-developed they are or how much I enjoy their character types, those aren’t the only factors. 

1. Adrien Agreste

A sunshine cat boy with a penchant for puns? One who’s under a lot more pressure, who’s had a worse time in his life than anyone knows... even, seemingly, himself? And with a looming identity crisis on top of that, what with trying to figure out who HE is underneath the “model son” act he puts on as Adrien and the “clown” act he puts on as Chat Noir? How could I not put him high up on the list?

With his hidden depths and the hidden tragedy of his terrible family, I really enjoy analyzing Adrien, peeling back his layers to try to figure out what he might be thinking and feeling, where his story is gonna go next. 

2.  Alya Cesaire

Marinette’s best friend since her arrival at Francois-Dupont, Alya made a splash within the first few minutes of her stay, standing up to Chloe in order to help Marinette, a total stranger, because it was the right thing to do. Her example helped inspire Marinette... along with her recklessness, with the way she biked after Stoneheart. But thanks to Alya’s presence at that first akuma fight, Ladybug and Chat Noir got introduced to the world, and Ladybug found the courage to enter her first fight with a supervillain.

3. Marinette Dupain-Cheng

The star of the show and one of the best-developed female characters I’ve ever seen, Marinette is truly a sight to behold. She can be clumsy, petty, lose her temper, and get so caught up in a goal that she loses sight of some other important things. But she’s also kind and considerate, giving chances to people she doesn’t like - and has good reason not to like. 

She just FEELS so much like a real person, with all the quirks that come with that. 

Also really appreciate that she’s allowed to have a diverse range of interests, from fashion design to video games. She can have an intense crush, but while that heavily affects her (as is common at that age), she has plenty of interests and activities outside of it as well.

In short, Marinette is a “strong character who is female” rather than a “strong female character”. Or, maybe instead of “strong”, I should say “multifaceted with great depth”, as that captures it better.

Marinette’s place on my favorites list shuffles around quite a bit. If I was solely ranking this on strength of character, I’d probably put her at the top - while Adrien also has some good depths, he doesn’t get as much focus as Marinette does, plus it’s not as novel to see a guy allowed to have that kind of depth.

But this list is about personal enjoyment more than anything, which means that it’s affected by outside factors, and well... Saltinette is a thing. And it can be hard for me to fully enjoy Marinette when Saltinette’s lurking in the back of my mind, even though Saltinette has very little in common with Marinette.

Incidentally, that’s also part of why Alya’s so high on the list - I enjoyed her to begin with, but seeing how badly she was treated in saltfics, so constantly, eventually moved her up my favorites list partly out of spite.

4. Plagg

The cheese-loving gremlin may not be the most responsible kwami around, but he’s one of the funniest, and he cares about Adrien a lot - which is good, considering how small his support network is, and how easily most of it can be cut off. Whether it’s telling a joke or playing the piano, Plagg’s always there to cheer Adrien up when he really needs it. He sometimes pushes Adrien to do things he probably shouldn’t, like not telling Ladybug he was going to New York, but ultimately it’s because he wants Adrien to be happy, screw the rules.

5. Nino Lahiffe

Steadfastly loyal, Nino’s the best sort of friend you could have - at least, Adrien seems to think so! He’s an awesome boyfriend as well, unwilling to abandon Alya, even when the situation seems hopeless, whether it involves zombies or a spider sister.

Plus he managed to secretly throw Adrien a raging party in order to make up for Adrien never getting a proper birthday party before (Bubbler didn’t exactly work out), how cool is that?!

I just wish we saw more of him outside of supporting others. It’s an important role, but it IS his main one. We have at least seen him being a movie director, djing, just working on his other interests, which is cool.

6. Kagami Tsurugi

She’s badass, fierce, and knows what she wants. But that’s not all she is. She lives under a stifling mother, one who she has to work around, evade, and lie to on a regular basis in order to get a chance to connect with others - if she hadn’t, she wouldn’t have been able to spend nearly as much time with Adrien as she did, and she wouldn’t have befriended Marinette at all.

Not that she’s experienced in making friends - she really wants to, but doesn’t really know how, having to rely on online guides to get an idea of how to make small talk and connect. 

Judging by her mannerisms, such as her flat affect and major trouble with social interactions, I’m also guessing she’s autistic, which is pretty cool.

7. Alix Kubdel

Bunnix is badass, and you can see that in her younger counterpart. I love just how DONE she is with some of the girl squad’s shenanigans, she’s more of a fan of cutting the gordian knot than executing convoluted plans.

Also her friendship with Nathaniel is adorable, I love them teasing each other.

8. Marc Anciel

He’s cute, shy, creative, and I loved Reverser and binged a lot of Marcnath fics.

9. Nathaniel Kurtzberg

Reverser and Evillustrator were both awesome episodes, and again, binged a lot of Marcnath fics so... yeah.

10. Sabine Cheng

I love how caring she is towards Marinette, and her just generally being pretty sensible - but also getting very excited about stuff she cares about, like hers and Tom’s giddy joy at getting to test out Max’s video game, and how thrilled she and Tom were about Marinette wanting to visit Shanghai. Also go to learn a little more about her roots in Shanghai, which was cool.

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Note: While the top 5 are likely to remain in the top 5, a lot of the bottom 5 might go on and off the list. I also ended up leaving out specials-only characters, though I have enjoyed a lot of the new heroes they introduced.

[hajimariwaquartet]

Mankai Music HCs

Sakuya likes singing! He's mostly versed in idol songs (he's a huge Fire Fenix fan) and children's songs. The kids love it when he sings, so he sometimes teaches through music. Aside from going out for karaoke with Tenma, Banri, and Citron, he also has karaoke dates with Seiya, Akira, and Kanata (they're from I☆Chu, btw).

Masumi always has an extra pair of earphones in his pockets aside from his usual headphones. He's normally not into sharing music, but if he's in a good mood, he'll lend an earbud. He takes music suggestions from Banri, Tsumugi, and Matsukawa. He will never admit that the OSTs Itaru sends him are pretty good.

Masumi also has a playlist for everyone in Mankai. He's made it based on the vibes of the music and the lyrics of the songs.

Itaru likes listening to video games and anime OSTs, so he's a bit clueless when it comes to music trivia/content/genres outside of them.

Citron occasionally teaches violin too. Izumi, Sakyo, Matsukawa, Guy, and Sakuya know that he normally has lessons on the weekdays. He's a strict teacher, but he does know which aspects his students is having difficulty in and will try to tackle that aspect. He also had Guy bring his violin over from Zahra (it's an heirloom and unimaginably expensive). Citron also only has one fine tuner, which is a sign of his expertise in the violin.

When Tenma was trying to re-learn guitar for a show, Matsukawa saw him and offered to help him. Despite his initial pensiveness, he does accept the help. Matsukawa is very adept on the guitar and through his guidance, Tenma manages to re-learn guitar faster and better than he would if he did it alone.

Misumi has a triangle (the instrument). Kazunari has teamed up and made Misumi ring the triangle whenever someone gets an idea. Tsuzuru was their first customer.

Banri learns the art of DJing from Kazunari. He's not really into it, but it's fun.

Sakuya, Banri, and Taichi are the ones who're into idols, and Taichi has gotten the two to dance and sing with him. They're all pretty good and their video (that Kazunari posted) is one of the most popular videos on the Mankai YT page.

Kumon and Juza aren't very confident singers.

Taichi knows bass from finding ways how to be popular. He stopped after a while since music fell out of popularity and his fingers were in tatters from the thick bass strings.

Tasuku knows a bit of piano from his GODZA days. He's also played lead in some musicals before, so he's a pretty good singer! While he can play some basic and pop songs on piano, it takes him a while to sightread.

Homare knows harp. Among other rich kid activities, he also knows some piano but prefers harp by a lot. He looks very elegant while playing it too. Homare's hands are a bit rougher than what you would expect because of the calluses from the harp.

Hisoka has also played double bass in the past (not that he remembers it). But Chikage does remember the time he was looking for Hisoka, only to find him sleeping in the double bass case. Hisoka also likes jazz music in addition to ambient music and ASMR.

This was supposed to be general HCs but I guess my music nerd just jumped out and this happened. ^^;; Anyway, I'm really into music too so I couldn't help myself!

[theahgamag]

WEEKLY ENCORE 2022 – Week 4 (January 24-30)

Greeting to my fellow ahgases!

We are already in the last week on January. Time sure does fly by, especially if you are an ahgase and it is GOT7s anniversary month.

Lets take a look what went on the final days of January 2022.

 JayB had a physical release of an Ep. as Def. this week: LOVE came out on 26th. And in true Station Z move, they have arranged Def.s guesting on Jayb’s R&B. no you heard that right, Jaebeom guested on his own radio show.

And it was hilarious.

JayB acted as three different personas throughout the show, Bbomdi, Def and Jaebeom (guesting on phone). As a new artist Def seemed so nervous, he was quite and shy; a man of few words.

We noticed JayB’s Youtube account is now verified. Now I can’t say for sure when this happened, but it is definitely a nice update.

  Our shy Mark was on Twitch Rivals this week. On Friday he played Among Us with quite a few big streamers. It was quite funny to watch him struggle as an imposter, not being able to lie to any of them. Apparently Mark had a hard time lying to them as he didn’t know them well enough. Interesting huh?

The games were fun, the other streamers were very nice and open to Mark. I can’t wait to see similar events in the future.

Mark apparently got his nails done too, we saw his new nail art on the nail artists Instagram photos. The look so pretty that it makes me want to try it too.

We got another picture of Mark from Director Park Jeongah this week. the lighting in this one gives me feelings. Mark looks so nice there.

  We all know Jackson doesn’t know what rest means. And this week he continues to show this.

Thanks to Esquire we got to see Jackson’s accessory closet this time. It is just as impressive as his clothes collection.

This week there were preparations for the Chinese New Year performance he was going to be part of. He shared another episode of his “Know Me” series that shows the behind of his preparation for the Spring Festival Gala.

It was also revealed that Jackson is going to be part of a special music video for the winter Olympics theme song “for a shared future”. The music video includes quite a lot of important Chinese artists such as Jackie Chan and Andy Lau. A behind video was shared on Weibo.

We also got a story or two from Jackson, hinting that he is working on new music. Afterall he did promise one Chinese and one English album within this year, add GOT7 and Panthepack in the mix and woah. Jackson please remember to rest too.

  Jinyoung started the week with teasing ahgases. He shared a story of himself in Distract’s studio with the caption that birds are curios what he’s working on. Well he definitely knows we have been speculating a lot.

Jinyoung’s Japanese Fan club continued the teasing with sharing a behind photo from The Devil Judge with the club members. The rest of us just cried in international.

But he quickly made it up to us with a short impromptu Instagram live. He even switched back and forth from Korean to English. Thanks to birdies we have the videos on YT if you want to check it out. One thing I will spoil is birds told him that Bambam spoiled the GOT7 comeback in which he replied Bambam is always making problems and trouble. Ah the never ending fun banter between the boys.

We also got to see Jinyoung in KSTyle’s 10th anniversary video. It is nice to see that he still remembers Japanese.

And lastly, this week marked the start of A Christmas Carol’s filming. Some ahgases ran into Jinyoung and the filming crew and shared a few pictures and videos with us. Talk about lucky!

We got to see him running around, shouting, and even with blood and bruise make up all over his face; Jinyoung seems to be switching between the twins quite frequently. Best of luck to him and the crew. it is not an easy story to tell.

 Youngjae is still continuing as Daldi on Dream Radio, DJing everyday. He is giving us quite a lot of content with his daily 2 hour radio show, we even get to witness cute interactions between him and his family.

This week he also had Bambam as a guest. Needless to say it was fun and full of energy. They chatted about a lot of things, showed us the elevator trick once again and talked about how Hard Carry was one of their favourite GOT7 song. Very interesting that Hard Carry is being mentioned a lot lately, should I put on my clown mask?

Talking about GOT7, Youngjae asked Bambam what does he know, both of them trying to deflect that they know nothing at all about the comeback. Sure, not like we saw how Youngjae looked slightly panicked.

Youngjae also shared an old dog photo on twitter, which seems to be part of an exhibition of Saul Leiter. Ahgases were quick to jump on and teasingly ask him about Coco. Makes me wonder, how jealous is Coco?

  Bambam continued with his promotions on the second week with live performances on music shows and radio programs. Apart from Daldi, he has been guesting with Wheein and Eunji, and with Kim Shin Young whom he’s known since pre debut. Do check them out, they were quote nice and fun.

The performances varied from Slow Mo to Ride or Die this week. Bambam and his dance team has formed a nice bond by now, it is very entertaining to watch them on stage.

We also got more dance challenge videos of him with other artists on backstage of music shows.

While busy with performances, Bambam also shared a reel of him with YSL. The video itself looked pretty cool, I wonder if Bambam edited it himself.

 And Yugyeom. This week it looks like he worked hard on upping his ninja skills. Good job to our Maknae. However, we hear that you can get a glimpse of him if you visit his family restaurant Steak House.

 And that is all for this week. Thank you for reading!

See you on our next post!

Y.

[writerbyaccident]

Souvenir (Yandere Present Mic/Hizashi Yamada x Reader)

Request: Requests open?? Do you think you could do Present Mic stealing his darling's panties? Or stealing things of hers in general? Also your writing is so good, I love it!! You're really good at pacing, nothing drags on for too long. It all reads very naturally.

           Hizashi’s excitable nature was hardly a secret. He was enthusiastic in every part of his life, as a teacher, as a radio host, and as a hero. But still, he didn’t think he had ever been as electrified as he was now, standing outside your door. Bouncing rapidly on the balls of his feet, Hizashi peered through the small window on top of your door, wondering if he should ring your doorbell again. When he checked his watch though, he saw that not even ten seconds had passed since he first pressed it, so he forced himself to wait a little while longer.

           He just couldn’t help it though! This was the very first time he had ever even been to your house, it was a huge step forward in your relationship! You two were finally becoming closer, and after today your relationship would finally move to the next step. Right now you were just friends, but Hizashi was more than ready to change that. Clearly you were ready for that too, or you wouldn’t have invited him in the first place! Yeah, today he was visiting, but Hizashi was sure that before long you’d be asking him to spend the night. And soon after that, you would be ready to move in with him!

His fervent daydreams were suddenly interrupted though as he spotted you through the window. Hurriedly, Hizashi leaned down to the doorknob, trying to make sure that he looked his absolute best. You deserved nothing less, after all. But his double checking was cut short when the door was swung open, with you giving him a bemused smile.

“Uh, hey, Hizashi,” you chuckled. “What’re you doing?”

“Oh, um, hey songbird. I was just fixing my shoe.”

Quirking an entertained eyebrow, you stepped back to let him inside. Hizashi practically ran inside, more than ready to see what secrets your home hid, to see what juicy new tidbits he could learn about you. What books were on your shelves, what food was in your fridge, what kind of toothpaste you used, he wanted to know it all, every last piece of you. No, he thought to himself as he looked around, it was more than want. He needed every last piece of you, needed it all to himself. As Hizashi journeyed further inside, he breathed in deeply, trying to drown himself in your scent, the scent that he had only been able to get hints of before, but now could taste in abundance.

“Here, let me take your jacket,” you said.

“Aw,” Hizashi answered, finding your consideration adorable. “That’s okay though, I got it.”

Making his way to your coat closet, Hizashi grinned to himself. You were just such a sweetheart, wanting to take care of him like that. But what kind of soulmate would he be if he let you lift a finger? Besides, if he was being honest, there was a slightly selfish reason for his insistence. For as he hung up his jacket, Hizashi took the opportunity to brush his fingers against the jackets and scarves you had stored there, as if by touching them he was touching you by proxy.

“Alright then, you ready for me to kick your ass?”

“We’ll see about that,” Hizashi teased. “Video games are the thing I’m best at—other than teaching, DJing, heroing, and being incredibly handsome of course.”

“Let’s see if you can play as well as you brag then,” you responded.

“First though, can I use your bathroom?”

“Oh, yeah, of course. It’s upstairs, second door on your left.”

Nodding in thanks, Hizashi hurried up the stairs, though not for the reason that you believed. No, the moment that he made it to the second floor, he headed not for the bathroom, but for your bedroom. Now, don’t get him wrong, he was still interested in seeing your bathroom of course, just as much as he was interested in seeing every part of the place that you lived, your bedroom was undoubtedly the most important. It was your most private space, the pace where you were the most you, and as your future boyfriend, that meant that Hizashi had no other choice but to take a look.

When he found the room that he was looking for, Hizashi had to pause and take a deep breath to prepare himself. Slipping in quietly, making sure that no sound of a creaking door would reach you downstairs, tears filled Hizashi’s eyes when he made it inside. It was just so beautiful, so breathtaking, seeing all of those pieces of you surrounding every inch of the room. With no time to lose, Hizashi walked further in, memorizing each poster, each piece of jewelry, each chip in the wall. Laying down carefully on your bed, the blond hero nuzzled your pillow, closing his eyes and imagining how gorgeous you must look resting upon it.

The moment that Hizashi opened his eyes though, something new caught his attention. There, in the opposite corner from your bed, was what could only be a laundry basket. His body moving of its own accord (not that his mind was too unhappy about that), Hizashi approached the hamper, his breath held in anticipation. When he finally reached the basket, he did not bend down. Rather, he kneeled, practically supplicating before the shrine he had discovered. Slowly, as if he wasn’t entirely sure if he was worthy, Hizashi reached inside the basket, simply letting his fingers brush over your clothes until he found something soft and lacy to grab onto.

Praying that what he had stumbled onto was what he thought it was, Hizashi pulled the article of clothing out of the hamper, his eyes wide and shining when he saw that it was in fact a pair of your panties. As he brought the panties to his face, inhaling your scent deeper than ever before, Hizashi realized just how perfect this was. Here he was, at your house for the very first time, and what should he find waiting so eagerly for him? This piece of you was clearly meant to be his souvenir, meant to commemorate this first step in your relationship.

And so, as he stood to go back downstairs and join you, Hizashi slipped your panties into his pocket.

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