#maybe that's his signature style now 😂

[xariarte]

Tyrese Haliburton really likes those trench coats, eh?

[jaethaone]

Can’t Get Enough

Pairing: Roman Reigns x Black F!Reader

Word Count: 2.8 (She A Big One 😂)

Requested: I just want a fic of Roman who’s obsessed with how thick his girlfriend is, maybe she’s built kinda like Skai Jackson or even Trinity Fatu but he loves to hit and smack her ass, watch it move when they fuck, squeeze it when he walks by, I just want smut 😞

Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Warnings: SMUT! Like Pure Smut .. I’m Honestly Ashamed Of Myself 🙈😂

A/n: I Honestly Wasn’t Expecting This To Be As Long But Once I Get In My Zone, It Just Be Writing😂 Hope You Guys Enjoy.

Roman couldn't keep his hands off of you. He was absolutely obsessed with your curvy figure, especially your ass. It was his favorite part of your body, a source of endless fascination and desire.

Whenever you were together, his hands were drawn to you like magnets, needing to touch, caress, and possess every inch of your soft flesh.

Almost every time you were around Roman your eyes sparkled with mischief, knowing the effect you had on him. You loved dressing up for him, choosing outfits that showcased your body, especially your generous curves. Tight dresses that hugged your hips and accentuated your waist were your signature style, driving Roman wild with desire.

The sun had just begun to set, casting a warm glow over the room as Roman returned home. He dropped his keys on the hall table with a clatter, kicking off his shoes and padding barefoot into the living room.

Upon entering , his smile widened at the sight that greeted him. You were curled up on the sofa, long legs tucked beneath you and a book forgotten in your lap as you looked up at him, eyes sparkling with affection.

Your hair tumbled over your shoulders, contrasting beautifully with the deep V-neck of the fluffy loungewear set you were wearing, which accentuated your cleavage.

There you are," he said, crossing the room in strides and pulling you to your feet for a kiss. "God, I've missed you."

"Mmm, I've missed you too." You moaned softly as your lips met, arms wrapping around his neck.

You wore no bra, and Roman could feel your breasts pressing against his chest, your nipples hardening at his touch.

As y’all kissed, he slid his hands down your back, savoring the soft feel of your skin, and then lower, grasping a handful of your ass. You giggled, breaking away from the kiss, your eyes sparkling with what could only be lust.

"Roman!" You chided playfully, swatting his hands away. "Behave yourself. I was just about to make some dinner."

"Oh, let me help with that," he said, his eyes never leaving your body as you started to walk past him towards the kitchen. He admired the way your hips swayed beneath your knitted shorts, the fabric hugging every curve.

"You know I love to watch you cook," he added, his voice dropping to a husky murmur as he followed you into the kitchen, pressing up against you from behind as you opened the fridge.

"Is that so?" You asked, a smile in your voice. "And here I thought you just liked to eat."

"Oh, I do," he said, nipping at your ear, his hands sliding up your stomach to cup your breasts. "I love to feast on every inch of you."

You gasped, breath catching in your throat as his thumbs brushed over your already sensitive nipples.

"Roman, we have food to make," you protested weakly, even as you leaned back against him, your head falling back to give him better access to your neck.

"Mmm, you taste as sweet as ever," he murmured, his lips trailing kisses down your throat as his hands continued their exploration.

One hand slipped lower, sliding between your legs, his fingers teasing at the damp fabric of your panties.

"Oh, God..." You moaned, your knees buckling slightly as his fingers found your clit, circling it gently. "We—we can't... Not yet..."

"Why not?" he asked, his breath hot against your ear, his fingers continuing their relentless torture. "I want you now, Yn. I need to feel you around me, those tight, wet walls squeezing me..."

"Roman, please..." You whimpered, one hand holding onto the fridge, the other clutching at his arms as your legs trembled.

You could feel the hard length of his cock pressing against you, and your body craved his, but you knew if y’all started now, you wouldn't make it to dinner.

With a final, teasing stroke, Roman relented, withdrawing his hand and stepping back, his eyes glittering with desire. "Fine," he said, his voice strained. "But we finish this later. I want you screaming my name, Yn."

You shivered at his words, a heady mix of excitement and anticipation coursing through you.

"I always do," you promised, eyes locking with his as you straightened your clothes.

Dinner was a relaxed affair, with soft music playing in the background and candles flickering on the table, casting a warm glow over your plates of pasta and glasses of red wine.

You both talked and laughed easily, sharing stories from your day as you enjoyed the simple pleasure of a home-cooked meal.

But despite the casual atmosphere, an undercurrent of tension and desire thrummed between you, an unspoken awareness of what was to come later that night.

Every so often, Roman's gaze would linger on your body, taking in the way your shirt dipped low to reveal a hint of cleavage, or the way your hair fell over your shoulders, concealing yet tantalizing.

And You, for your part, was equally aware of him, the way his eyes followed your every move, the way his broad shoulders filled out his shirt, and the way his strong, calloused hands moved as he ate and drank. You knew what those hands could do, the pleasure they could bring, and the thought made your core clench with need.

As you both finished your meal, Roman pushed back his chair with a scrape and stood, crossing to the kitchen to put away the dishes. You watched him move, your pulse quickening as you took in the way his jeans hugged his narrow hips and powerful thighs.

"Come here, Yn," he said, his voice low and commanding as he returned to the table, holding out a hand to you.

You rose from your chair, heart pounding, and placed your hand in his, feeling a spark of electricity as your fingers intertwined. He pulled you close, his free hand sliding down to cup your ass, pulling you against the hardness that was already growing insistent at his groin.

"I need you," he growled, his lips brushing your ear as he pressed himself against you. "Now."

You whimpered, your body melting against his, all thoughts of resistance forgotten, hands clutching the sides of his face, pulling his lips down to yours for a hungry kiss.

With a growl, Roman swept you up into his arms and carried you from the kitchen to your shared bedroom.

You laughed, a breathless, excited sound, as he kicked the bedroom door shut behind them and strode toward the bed, laying you down gently on the soft, rumpled sheets.

"God, you're beautiful," he murmured, his eyes devouring you as he loomed over you, his broad shoulders blocking out the light.

You reached up, tugging at his shirt, and he quickly pulled it over his head, revealing his muscular chest and arms, the light from the bedside lamp casting shadows over his defined abs.

"Mmm" was all you said, as your hands glided over his skin, marveling at the feel of him. "I love your body."

He smiled, a flash of white teeth in the dim light, and leaned down to capture your lips in a searing kiss, even as his hands went to work, tugging at your clothes, eager to reveal and explore every inch of you.

He took a moment to appreciate your body, the sight made Roman's mouth go dry.

"You look incredible," Roman whispered, his voice hoarse with desire.

Soon, you were both naked, clothes discarded on the floor, mouths never leaving each other, hands desperate to touch and feel.

You moaned into his mouth as he pulled you against him, your bare skin sliding against his, nipples hardening as they brushed against his chest.

Roman broke the kiss, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your jaw and neck, nipping at the sensitive skin there as his hands roamed, squeezing and caressing your breasts, your hips, your thighs.

Roman's strong hands grasped your hips, pulling you impossibly closer. His fingers dug into your soft flesh, leaving momentary imprints on your skin.

"I love how you fill my hands," he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. "So fucking thick and soft."

You let out a soft moan, feeling his fingers gently squeezing and kneading your ass. He loved to play with it, feeling the plump cheeks yielding to his touch. He smacked your ass playfully, enjoying the way it jiggled with each strike.

"You like that, don't you?" You teased, kissing him passionately.

Roman's kisses were hungry, his tongue invading your mouth as his hands continued their exploration.

"Let me see it," he whispered, his voice thick with need. "Let me see that beautiful ass." Getting up off the bed.

You obliged, slowly turning around giving him a full view. You leaned forward slightly, resting your hands on the bed, offering him a perfect angle to admire your curves.

Roman's eyes traced the curve of your spine, down to the soft, round globes of your ass, now exposed and waiting for his touch.

Roman wasted no time, his hands cupping your cheeks, squeezing and spreading them apart. He admired the way your ass filled his hands, the plump flesh overflowing his grip. He delivered a sharp smack, leaving a red imprint on one cheek, then the other, watching as the skin bounced back with each strike.

"Oh, fuck, yes," You hissed, feeling a rush of pleasure and pain. "harder."

Roman obliged, his hand connecting with your ass repeatedly, leaving a mosaic of red handprints on your skin. You moaned loudly, your body trembling with each impact. He reached down, sliding his fingers under you, finding your wetness.

"You're so fucking wet," he growled, his fingers sliding easily through your folds.

You arched your back, pushing your ass towards him, inviting more of his touch.

Roman's fingers delved deeper, finding your sweet spot. He rubbed you firmly, his thumb circling your clit, sending waves of pleasure through your body.

"You like it when I touch you here?"

"Oh, God, yes..." you gasped, your head falling to the bed.

"That's it, let me hear you," he encouraged, his voice a husky growl as he added a second finger, thrusting slowly into your wet heat. "Let me know how much you love it."

"Oh... Oh, Roman..." you moaned, your hands clutching at the bedsheets, your back arching as his fingers worked their magic, curling just right to hit that hidden spot deep inside you. "I love it... I love the way you touch me... Please, don't stop..."

"I don't plan to," he growled, adding a third finger, stretching and filling you as he rubbed your clit with his thumb. "Come for me, Yn. Scream my name."

"Roman!" You cried out as your body dropped to the bed as the pleasure coiled tighter and tighter, an electric tension building, sending waves of ecstasy crashing through you. "Oh, God, Roman!"

"Cum for me, baby," he urged, his voice a low, sexy rasp. "Let me feel that pussy squeezing my fingers."

You couldn't hold back any longer. As Roman's fingers worked their magic, you came hard, your body shaking, a chorus of moans escaping your lips. Roman continued to stimulate you, drawing out your orgasm, until you were reduced to a quivering mess, your legs weak and your body drenched in sweat.

As your body shuddered and convulsed, Roman turned you back around and lowered his head, taking a hard nipple into his mouth, sucking and laving it with his tongue as your cries echoed in his ears. Your hands tangled in his hair, holding him to you as you felt the after shocks of your orgasm wash over you, leaving you breathless and trembling.

Slowly, you came back to earth, your body relaxing against the bed, a lazy smile curving your lips as you opened your eyes to find Roman watching you, his eyes dark with desire.

"That," you said, your voice a hoarse whisper, "was amazing."

"We're not done yet," he promised, his voice thick with need. He withdrew his hand from between your legs, his fingers glistening with your arousal, and brought them to his mouth, sucking your essence from them as you watched, your heart pounding.

Then, with a low growl, he hooked his arms under your knees, lifting your legs to rest on his shoulders as he settled between your thighs, his hard length pressing against your wetness.

"You ready for me, baby?" he asked, his voice strained with his own need as he rubbed the head of his cock against your sensitive clit.

"Yes," you moaned, your eyes fluttering closed as the sensation sent sparks of pleasure through you. "Please, Roman, I need you."

With a groan, he thrust forward, burying himself deep inside you with one smooth stroke.

"Ahh!" You cried out, your eyes flying open as you felt herself stretch around him, your body accommodating his size.

"You feel so damn good," he grunted, his eyes squeezed shut as he fought for control, his hips stilled as he gave you a moment to adjust.

"Move, Roman," You pleaded, your hands clutching at his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin. "Please..."

With a growl, he began to move, withdrawing almost entirely before slamming back into you, his hips snapping forward as he set a relentless pace.

"Oh, God..." you moaned, your head tossing from side to side on the pillow, your breath coming in short gasps as he filled you over and over. "It's—it's too much..."

"It's never too much," he growled, his hands gripping your thighs as he drove into you, his balls slapping against you with each powerful thrust. "You take all of me, Yn. You take every inch."

"Yes..." you whimpered, your body trembling as he pounded into you, the bed creaking beneath them. "I'm trying... Oh, God, Roman..."

"That's it, baby," he encouraged, his teeth gritted as he fought to hold on, his own pleasure building to a peak. "Take it... Take my cock..."

"I'm trying..." you moaned, your nails digging into his skin, legs wrapping around his waist as you met his thrusts, your hips moving in perfect rhythm with his. "Oh, Roman, it feels so good..."

"You feel good," he grunted, his eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure threatened to overwhelm him. "So tight and wet...”

"Yes..." you moaned, your body on the brink again, your walls clenching around him as you chased your own release. "Come for me, Roman... Let me feel it..."

“Mmm not yet” Roman moaned as he pulled out, turning you back onto your hands and knees. “Gotta see that ass clap from behind”

You felt the head of his cock breaching your entrance again, stretching you, filling you in ways only he could. Roman's hands gripped your hips tightly as he began to thrust, his cock sliding in and out of your, wet pussy.

"Yes, fuck me," You urged, pushing back against him. "Fuck this ass."

Roman obliged, his hands leaving red marks on your skin as he guided you onto his cock. He pounded into you, his balls slapping against your clit with each thrust, driving you closer to the edge.

"You love it when I fuck that fat ass, don't you?" Roman growled, his voice filled with primal desire.

"Yes, yes, I do!" You cried out, your body on fire.

Roman's grip tightened on your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh as he pounded into you with abandon. He pulled your hair back gently, exposing your neck, and planted wet kisses along your sensitive skin. His thrusts became more urgent, his cock throbbing inside you.

"I'm gonna cum, baby," he warned, his voice strained.

You could feel his cock twitching inside you

With a loud groan, he let go, his body tensing as he emptied himself into you, his hips stuttering as wave after wave of pleasure pulsed through him.

"Roman!" You cried out, the sensation causing your own orgasm to crash over you, your walls milking him as your body shook with release. "Oh, God, Roman!"

As your cries echoed in the room, You and Roman collapsed onto the bed, (more so you collapsing onto the bed and him collapsing onto you) his full weight pressing you into the mattress but not crushing you as he fought to catch his breath, his heart pounding against your chest.

"Wow," you breathed, your hands stroking his back, a lazy smile curving your lips. "That was..."

“Incredible," he finished for you, lifting his head to press a soft kiss to your lips, and rolling over next to you. "You're incredible." Roman whispered, his hands gently caressing your ass as you curled into his side. "I can't get enough of you."

“You can’t get enough of me, or my ass” you laughed, feeling his hands go from caressing your ass to grabbing fistfuls.

“Yes”

The End

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[tomiyeee]

donnie had. SO. much concept art lol. i really enjoyed the whole design process though. his base design is very difficult to work with because of the battleshell, but it gave me a lot of chances to get creative and i'm happy with the results :)

(also as a disclaimer so i don't get asked about this: i don't have motivation to finish raph or the wish art for donnie, so i'm just posting what i've got)

i didn't annotate these as much since there'd be a lot to write, but i'll write out some of my thought processes and go into some detail about his final design below the cut if you're interested! (it's long. i'm talkative 😔)

1st row - first iteration; much more literal 1:1 translation of his design into a fantasy setting. very steampunk-y. ended up completely scrapping it because, simply put, he looked more like an npc than a playable character. obviously, several features did still carry over throughout the design process :3 also wanted to imagine his attack pattern cuz i thought it'd be fun to incorporate his spider arms.

this was actually the first design of any of them i'd come up with! i've definitely learned a lot about genshin's character design style since then and i think it shows 😂

2nd row - playing around with the idea of a floating battleshell (rather than a backpack-like one in the the show & first version), inspired by nahida's cape. also hard light constructs/attachments. was leaning too into the sci-fi and rectangular motifs with the design, but i liked the idea.

3rd/4rth rows - concepts for his final outfit and shell designs (the colored/more-detailed pics are the more finalized ones). took a lot of inspiration from sumeru this time around. it's a lot sharper, shinier, and less rectangular than his og aesthetic, but i think it's more in-line with genshin's design philosophies.

5th row - not entirely sure why i went through all the trouble of making a 3d model for this. i mostly just thought it'd be fun and good for reference. i was right, but i don't know what to do with it now lol. can't be bothered to be a perfectionist about it though, so don't look too closely at it 😭

6th row - incomplete thumbnails of his burst/wish art. not super sold on that "wing" design in particular, but i do like the idea of his shell splitting and deploying hard light weapons/rocket launchers/etc sort of like in canon.

battleshell/misc notes - i'm thinking his battleshell is controlled using the pink sensor on the back of his coat, possibly in combination with his headset. it floats behind him by default and is sturdy enough to protect his back, but he can also freely fly it around like a drone if he wants. the holes on the side are mainly for the spider arms and the banners(?) and handles(?) with the blue/pink gradient are made of hard light and only appear when the shell is in use.

i imagine like in the series, his tech here isn't necessarily very reliant on his vision/powers; much of it he likely made himself long before he received a vision and he just uses his vision to enhance it.

his burst is a barrage of missiles from his shell that lock onto an enemy and deal a large burst of electro damage in an AOE. not sure if i want his skill to be a deployable or some sort of electro-infusion/boost 🤔 maybe something that involves deploying his shell to boost his damage while leaving him vulnerable, like a glass canon? though i'm not sure he'd be that sort of risk-taker... 😅 dunno! his signature weapon would totally be his tech bo though.

that's about all i can think of. thanks for reading!

[accio-victuuri]

cpn : rainbow pants, wdb clowning & missing piece

There’s been some interesting conversations on wyb’s jeans from yesterday’s chanel event. the choice of colors in particular and the fact that it’s from a different designer. so the designer is Junya Watanabe, a Japanese fashion designer and a protégé of Comme des Garçons designer Rei Kawakubo. He continues to work for Comme des Garcons and he produces four shows a year in Paris. He does a lot of collabs and had ones with Carhartt and Nike which are some of wyb’s favorites.

patchwork is one of his signature design and is not limited to jeans. and well in the case of what wyb wore, a lot of people noticed the rainbow 🏳️‍🌈 among other colors featured.

As with wardrobe choices at public events, there could be a number of reasons why this was chosen:

1. It’s a pop of color from his all black ensemble and it’s more or a style choice than personal.

2. The event is in Japan so it would be nice to blend that — with a famous designer from the country + Chanel.

3. I tried to check if he has some ties with Chanel and only found an inspired piece that he made. So it’s safe to say the designer is “Chanel” friendly.

Personally, the most sus thing for me aside from the rainbow is the date he chose to wear it — the first day of June, which also happens to be Pride Month. Whether this is a conscious & deliberate choice is something we will never know but to those who were happy with this “sign” then go ahead. This is the same guy who endorsed Chanel’s rainbow watch so he’s not afraid of it and the potential association. This is not going around that much among c-turtles, or not as loud, I guess they just don’t want a repeat of the ben & jerry thing. Incase some people pick it up and make it go on HS.

A joke making the rounds tho is this 🤣🤣🤣:

It is a different pattern of course but it’s hilarious how people are going “now we know where the missing piece from zz’s pants are..”

I was also checking JW other works and these are giving me flashbacks to WYB’s other “outrageous” pants/jeans choices 😂😂😂

Next up is our skate couple! HAHAHAHAHAHA! I hope they get to do this together. or maybe they already did and of course that’s their personal time that we will never see. GG in WDB and Web’s Chanel cruise roller skating. GG wasn’t as competitive as Yibo but it’s a lovely coincidence. 💕

There is also a scene in the drama where he is drawing the second female lead, turtles noticed that when he is starting to draw the face it looks similar to Bobo 🥹🥹🥹🥹

We haven’t seen in BTS if ZZ has anything to do with this drawing, tho i doubt he did and this is more of a prop. It’s just that the universe can’t help but connect them to each other.

-END.

[virgo-mess]

Good Cop, Bad Cop

I forgot to mention this is a request from @karatekels!

And there will be three parts to this! Next chapter is dubcon and should be up hopefully tomorrow evening or possibly early morning depending on how quick I can crank it out for you. This part is on the longer side, but I felt like reader and Cash needed a little more development.

Enjoy!

TW: Abduction, Vague mentions of abuse, mentions of unhealthy attachment styles, depression, bleeding, pressure points, police corruption, tiny bit of fluff in some areas but it's slightly manipulative so....... 😂 I think maybe Cash actually does mean it, but I honestly can't decide what do you guys think?

Chapter 2: Romantic Cop?

Reader’s Pov

            You take a deep breath as you stare up at the ceiling in your childhood bedroom. Debating on whether you wanted to get up today or not; you knew you had to eventually Daisy wanted you to go to her last fitting with her and try on the two maid of honor dress options she had picked out for you. You found that without having to go to work getting out of bed was hard for you now. You guess the post break up blues are finally catching up to you; the emotional numbness you had felt for so long was finally starting to disappear. You knew you’d be sad, but you hadn’t expected to feel so lonely.

            “Y/N” comes your mother’s voice form outside your closed bedroom door. You let out a soft sigh knowing that she’s coming to have one of her signature heart to heart discussions. You knew one was coming, your boss had told her about your panic attack in the office last week. You were surprised she hadn’t tried to force one on you the day you had got there.

            “You can come in” you replied softly as you moved yourself into a sitting position. Your mom opened the door slowly and walked over to your bed with a tray in her hands. She gave you a loving smile and a kiss on the head before setting it on your lap. It was filled with all your favorite foods and a fresh cup of tea. “Thanks mom” you said picking up a cinnamon roll and taking a bite.

            “You’re welcome pumpkin. We should really talk, you know. I know you don’t like to, and I think that’s my fault.” She admitted, your eyes snapped towards her in surprise. You furrow your brows taking a quick sip of tea before responding.

            “Why would you think that? It’s not your fault Jack cheated and left me for her…” you trail off trying not to think about it too hard because thinking about it still hurt even after two years. Your mom sighed placing a reassuring hand on top of your leg.

            “I know that’s not my fault, that wasn’t your fault either. I’m talking about the way you’re choosing to handle it being my fault. You already know I’ve talked about you in therapy, and we got to talking about what might cause your avoidance behavior. He said it usually all comes down to attachment styles that develop in early childhood.” She said slowly, you resist the urge to roll your eyes and take another bite of your cinnamon roll to prevent a groan from escaping your lips. You hadn’t planned on having a therapy session this morning and suddenly wished you had forced yourself out of bed to take your morning walk. You were actually supposed to go on it with Cash but left him a text message saying you weren’t feeling well and that you’d see him at the fitting later. You and Cash had been spending the days before the wedding catching up and hanging out. You find it a bit odd Cash has all but glued himself to your side, but you can’t bring yourself to mind because you actually enjoy his company. The last few years in New York were so lonely, most of the friends you had were friends with your ex-boyfriend first so when shit hit the fan not many picked you in the “divorce”. Being with Cash was helping you sort through all your feelings in a weird therapeutic type of way. All your alone time had defiantly rekindled your childhood crush, you were starting to feel butterflies when he smiled at you again. You never had the courage to act on your feelings back then and you weren’t sure you were ready to act on them now, it’s not like he was going to stick around if he knew anyway. You were sure that when the wedding was over, he’d go back to Cleveland and disappear for another twelve years. You weren’t sure if you could handle him abandoning you a second time.

            “And what did he decide my attachment style was?” you ask just to humor her. Your mom gave you a knowing sort of look as she watched you take another sip of tea.

            “He said it sounds like you have a disorganized attachment style. He can’t be sure unless he sees you, have you reconsidered therapy?” she said, you furrow your brows at her again. You didn’t know all that much about attachment styles, but you did know what that one was usually caused by.

            “Mom, you and dad didn’t abuse or neglect me” you said finally, you honestly didn’t remember that much about him anyway but what you did remember wasn’t scary.

            “The abuse doesn’t have to be done to you. I did my best to shield you from it, but your father and I had a very violent relationship and there were defiantly times you were afraid of him. That’s why I got sole custody” she said honestly. You slowly nod your head even though you don’t agree with the assessment.

            “You did great mom. I know you did your best. People cope in different ways, and I know the way I chose to do it wasn’t healthy, but I don’t think it has anything to do with an unhealthy attachment style. What brought you to this conclusion?” you asked, trying to understand what she was getting at.

“Cash Ewing” she said simply, you feel a deep blush creep up on you suddenly remembering you told her you guys had been meeting up for your morning walks.

“Cash Ewing made you think I have a disordered attachment style” you said in disbelief, this time you don’t resist the urge to roll your eyes as you take a sip of tea. Your mom gives you a long knowing sort of look that makes you want to shy away from this conversation.

“Yes, Cash Ewing. You guys were always so smitten with each other, everyone always thought you were going to be high school sweethearts just like Pete and Daisy. You never could tell him how you felt about him back then and you still can’t seem to tell him how you feel about him now. Why did you cancel your walk this morning?” she asked, you let out an exasperated sigh as you finish your breakfast before forcing yourself out of bed.

“You’re being ridiculous mom; I just wasn’t feeling well this morning. I feel a bit better now, so I’ll walk over to his mom’s house and see if he’s still in, ok?” You said, avoiding eye contact with her as you head to the bathroom.

“Okay, pumpkin” you can hear the note of defeat in her voice, and you hear her shuffling around before she finally leaves your room without another word.

After a quick shower you decide to get dressed, you rummage through your suitcase for a long while. You let out an exasperated sigh when you notice a large chunk of your clothes are missing, you were sure your mom took them to wash them but a lot of them weren’t even worn. You settle on a pair of denim shorts and a crop top before slipping on a pair of white sneakers. You glance at yourself one more time before heading down the stairs and out the front door to head over to the Ewing house. Before you even make it to the door Cash pops out with a big grin on his face and you can’t help the way you blush because he had to have been waiting for you to change your mind. Probably sat in the armchair watching out the window the same way he used to do when you were kids.

“Hey Y/N, are you feeling better?” he asked, walking down the front steps in long strides towards you. You nod your head in reply taking in his outfit for the day, dark jeans, and a blue button-down shirt. You wonder how he still manages to look like he just walked out of a magazine spread in such a mundane looking outfit.

“Yeah, I know it’s a bit late, but we can go to the fitting and then go for a walk or grab lunch if you still want to” you said trying to keep the hopeful tone out of your voice. Cash gives you another smile, but you see something dark flicker in his eyes again. You haven’t been able to figure out what that dark emotion is. Sometimes he still comes off as the innocent carefree Cash from your youth but other times he comes off dark, brooding, and dangerous. The darkness honestly terrifies you, but you still can’t help how much you want to be close to him. You assume it’s just because you’re feeling a bit overly emotional these days.

“Of course, I still want to, Butterfly. I want to be wherever you are” he said nonchalantly with a comforting smile on his face, but his words send a spine-tingling shiver down your back. You feel your cheeks heat up now feeling slightly nervous as you gaze into his icy blue eyes. Cash gives you a coquettish grin that you find a bit arousing in the moment; you feel his long fingers trail gently down the length of your arm before they lace with your smaller ones. Everything in your head is telling you to pull away but you can’t bring yourself to do it.

“Okay, my car is in the garage” you said coyly, looking down at your laced fingers in bewilderment. You hadn’t held hands since you were ten, you find that holding his hand makes a wave of happiness wash over you. The happiness is soured by you reminding yourself that he’d be abandoning you again soon, but you can’t bring yourself to pull away because you still want to be close to him.

“Why don’t we take mine, you don’t have to use all your gas on me.” Cash said giving your hand a firm but gentle tug towards his truck. You give him a nervous sort of smile, something is still telling you to pull away from him, that going with him today wouldn’t be a good idea. That you were going to regret ever allowing yourself to enjoy being with him because he was going to hurt you in the end.

“Okay” you replied timidly, Cash gives you a smile that takes your breath away as he guides you to his truck. He opens the door before tenderly scooping you into his arms and setting you gingerly on the seat.  “Thanks Cash, but you didn’t have to do that” you said blushing furiously. Cash let out a deep chuckle before shutting your door and heading over to the driver’s side.

Cash’s Pov

            “It’s my job to protect and serve, Butterfly. Can’t have you hurting yourself” Cash said flashing you another dazzling smile, appreciating the way you flush for him. Watching as you rolled your eyes at him playfully.

            “I know how to get into a truck without hurting myself Cash” you said with a cute giggle. Seeing you this happy made him feel slightly bad about what he was going to do to you later. He had planned on waiting to make you his until after the wedding; he was just going to sneak into your hotel room and seduce you. Make it all romantic even with flowers, champagne, and some long-winded declaration of love. He supposed he could still do some of that when he cuffed you to the bed and The Wings Neck Lighthouse would still be romantic. His words would be true, but you might have some trouble believing them when you were under duress. He was still trying to make it good for you at least, he did want you to be happy, he just didn’t want you to be happy without him. You really left him no choice after you promptly cancelled on him this morning, you didn’t even have the nerve to call just sent a half assed text message. Cash gazes at you for a long moment before pulling out of the driveway, he remembered what happened the last time you canceled on him out of the blue and he wasn’t about to let it happen again.

            “Well, I can’t be too sure about that, you broke your arm four times. I wanted to nickname you Fragile, but Butterfly seemed a better fit for you.” he said teasingly enjoying the cute giggles you give him in response. He was relieved you didn’t seem to notice all the bags filled with groceries, his clothes, and your clothes in the back of the truck. He charmed your mom before she went up to your room giving her very vague information about what he planned for today. She came bounding down the stairs with a duffle bag filled with more clothes than you were going to need; he hadn’t planned on holding you hostage forever. You both still had to be in the wedding after all but that was a couple days away. He could do what he wanted and then clean it up in time. He wasn’t technically abducting you, you got in the car pretty willingly for him and didn’t ask any questions about where he’d be taking you. He’d give you little bits of information right up until he couldn’t anymore, if you tried to run, he’d simply use a few compliance pressure points to subdue you. It shouldn’t be hard his size was his advantage after all. From the outside this all just looked like a grand romantic gesture, and something told him you wanted him as much as he wanted you. You were just too afraid to make a move, luckily for you he wasn’t anymore.

            “Why is that?” you asked curiously, staring at him with big eyes. Cash feels a smile tug across his face, he always loved when you looked at him that way. Like he was the best thing to ever grace the planet. Under these circumstances, however it makes him feel bitter, if he was the best thing to ever exist then how did you leave him so easily? He was sure he’d be getting all his answers tonight whether you wanted to or not.

            “Because they’re delicate and beautiful and I thought you were too” he said nonchalantly, and because he felt them in his stomach every time you were around. He glances at you one last time to see you looking a little sad. “You still are Y/N” he said, hoping to you smile again since it might be the last one you give him for a while. Hopefully you weren’t going to make tonight too hard on him, he’d be getting what he wanted either way. You were going to finally be his, he didn’t care how you guys got there, all he cared about was finally ending the day inside you. Cape Cod was the perfect place to do it.

            “Thanks Cash” you said with a timid looking smile and rosy cheeks.

Reader’s Pov

            You make it through your fitting quickly with Daisy deciding on a satin slit dress with floral detailing to set you apart from the other bridesmaids. You blushed furiously when Cash showered you with compliments, you awkwardly threw a few back at him when you saw him in his suit. You hadn’t seen him in one since prom, which you sadly didn’t even go to together. You did notice he was being even nicer to you today than he usually was, romantic even. There was even a moment where you thought he was going to kiss you. You of course shied away and played it off because kissing him would make him abandoning you again, harder to handle. After the fitting he told you he made a reservation at your favorite restaurants down in Cape Cod and said he had another surprise for you after. You and Cash had spent so many summers down in Cape Cod running up and down the sandy beaches often with Pete and Daisy in toe. You missed the way things were in those innocent years, those ones before the dread of awkward adolescence crept up on you both.

            “I should call my mom” you said awkwardly, feeling flattered but skeptical as you reached in your pocket for you cell phone but realize it isn’t there. You try to remember where you left it, and you grumble bitterly to yourself when you realize trust issues are a sign of a disorganized attachment style. You suddenly hated your mother for bringing this to your attention; you’d rather be blissfully unaware because that would mean you didn’t have to address all the real reasons you never told Cash how you felt. “Have you seen my phone?” You asked, looking over at him curiously. Cash shakes his head at you but doesn’t take his eyes off the road, this immediately sounds alarms in your head, but you don’t push further.

            “No, you don’t need to call her anyway, I already told her all about it this morning” he said nonchalantly as he pulled on to the express way. Cape Cod was only a half hour drive from Plymouth anyway and you did trust Cash just not enough to open up to him.

            “Is that why she came in my room with a tray full of my favorite foods?” you said narrowing your eyes at him, you see a small smirk twitch on his lips.

            “Maybe” he shrugged keeping his eyes trained on the road. You make it to Cape Cod around 1:30 and share a late lunch at the Belfry Inn and Bistro. You’re a bit surprised when Cash agrees to shop with you for a bit around the village because he always hated going shopping with you before.

            “Okay, what’s up?” you asked, narrowing your eyes up at him suspiciously. Cash furrows his eyebrows at you for a moment and you’re too focused on your little interrogation to be bothered with him wrapping his arms around your waist tightly.

            “What do you mean Butterfly?” he asked as he stopped you both in front of one of the flower carts. You give him a weighty look; Cash keeps his eyes focused on the cart and you start to feel a bit uneasy.

            “Why are you going shopping with me? You hate shopping and you’re acting weird” you said sharply, Cash lets out a long sigh and you don’t miss the way his shoulders tense as he tightens the grip he has around your waist. You squirm a little trying to create a little space between you, but you freeze in place when he shoots you an intense stare. His eyes soften up when you stop but his tight hold doesn’t let up.

            “I don’t mind shopping now, people can change” he said simply giving you a soft smile. You can’t help the sudden wave of jealousy you feel when it crosses your mind that he probably doesn’t mind now because some girl he dated also liked shopping. Of course, this change wasn’t prompted by you because you weren’t important to him in that way.

            “Gee, I wonder which girlfriend finally broke you in. The sex had to have been amazing if she coaxed Cashton Ewing into shopping with her willingly” you sneered, yanking yourself out of his grasp. You ignore his calls as you stomp into the next store. You can feel Cash lingering behind you as you frantically pull random items from the rack. Before rushing to the dressing room, hoping to create some distance between you two after letting your mask slip. You try on about twenty pairs of clothes as you try to figure out what prompted another mini meltdown. You didn’t have the excuse of being stressed. Your time back home had been quite enjoyable. You were having fun up until ten minutes ago. Maybe it was better if you just went back to your mom’s house. You let out a sigh, settling on a dress and a few skirts before getting redressed and walking up to the register. You avoid making eye contact with Cash, who is standing awkwardly at the end of the counter with flowers in his hand. You feel a wave of guilt pass through you as you hand the cashier your credit card, accepting your card and the bag she hands back to you.

            “Here Butterfly” Cash said softly reaching out to hand you the flowers when you make it over to him. There’s an unreadable expression on his face as he looks down at you with soft eyes.

            “Thank you” you said as you awkwardly accept the flowers from him. “I’m still not feeling that well, my stomach hurts I think I might be coming down with something. I know you had something planned so I can just take the bus” you said avoiding eye contact.

            “No” Cash said grabbing you by the arm firmly as he tugged you out of the store. He’s practically dragging you and you find it hard to keep up with his long strides.

            “What do you mean no?” you asked trying to keep yourself from falling over feeling nervous with how quickly his demeanor shifted. You can’t see his face because of how far you’ve fallen behind him, but you can tell that he’s angry.

            “No, you’re not going home. You’re getting back in my truck and you’re going with me” he said sharply, before wrapping an arm around your waist to keep you from falling down. You scowl at him in disbelief.

            “No Cash, I want to go home” you said feeling yourself shudder against his side when he throws you a menacing glare.

            “I don’t really care what you want Y/N. All I’ve done my whole life is care about what you want. Now it’s time to care about what I want” he hissed; you feel a genuine wave of fear washing over you as you see his truck coming into focus. You start thrashing frantically, trying to free yourself from his grip; you had never seen him act this way before.

            “Please, I just want to go home Cash please take me back home. We can watch movies on the couch” you begged still trying to free yourself from his grip.

            “We can watch movies on the couch where we’re going too as long as you’re a good girl for me, Butterfly” he said teasingly as he yanked the car door open. You let out a gasp of surprise, realizing what he’s implying as he tries to lift you into the truck. You kicked back at him with a force you didn’t know you were capable of connecting with his knee. Cash lets out a hiss of pain but he lets his hands fall from your waist quickly. Without his arms there to steady you, you tumble to the ground and feel one of your knee’s scraps roughly against the gravel on the ground. You watch as blood rapidly flows from your new cut, and you look up to see Cash glaring at you with dark eyes filled with equal amounts of lust and sadness.

            “Just get in the truck, Y/N, please.” He said in a pleading tone as he reaches down to help you up, you shake your head feeling tears brim your eyes.

            “Only if you take me home” you demand hoarsely, you’re not sure why you allow him to pull you back to your feet, but you do. Cash brings his hands up to gingerly wipe the few tears that do manage to escape your eyes.

            “No, we have to talk about this. I’m not letting you run away from me again. So, get the fucking car, Y/N” he said in a soft threatening tone. You let out a whimper as you try to pull away from him again sharply, but Cash only tightens his hold on your face.

            “Then I’m not getting in the fucking car” you hissed giving him the coldest stare you could muster with tears streaming down your face. Cash lets out a pained sort of groan as he stares deep into your eyes, before sharply turning you to face the open truck door. Before you can even wonder what he’s doing you feel one hand cradle your chin firmly and his other thumb trailing to a tender spot on your neck right below your ear.

            “I’m sorry, Butterfly” he whispered before firmly pressing his thumb into your neck. You feel a shocking amount of pain flow through your jaw, and you let out a loud, high-pitched shriek. Cash takes the opportunity to hoist you into the truck before rushing to the driver’s side and locking the doors. You look over at him, feeling dismayed and cowering away from him when he moves in to comfort you. Sobs racking through your whole body. Cash shushes you as he runs his fingers in comforting circles up and down your legs. You hate the way your body seems to immediately relax into his touch.

            “It’s okay, Butterfly. Everything is going to be okay. You’ll see.” He croons placing soft kisses on the pressure point he just assaulted. Cash gives you one last charming smile before pulling out of the parking lot. You start to feel dizzy as your vision starts to blur in and out of focus. You faintly feel Cash wrap an arm around you, he gives you a gentle tug, and your head plops against his thigh. You look up at him with dazed, tired eyes.

            “It’s just from the stress, Butterfly. Go ahead and rest, we’ll be there before you know it” he said stoking your hair gently. You let out one last whimper before your whole world goes black.

Part 3 Part 4

[kissmetwicekissmedeadly]

✨ Napoleon's route in Run Away With Me story event (01/23-01/31) highlights ✨ -- boredom as a proof of peace

Ngl my first reaction was "of course, because his handwriting is such a mess she recognizes it right away..." which is.... something not canon as far as i know (?) but have you seen irl napo's handwriting? Disaster! Well, since his signature on the in-game letters is the same, i guess his handwriting is the same too 🤔 Lol now im imagining mc standing in front of the door for ages trying to read the note 😂

He's....even more of a bully in this event. Surprising her from behind is one thing, but he doesn't miss teasing her about being easy to surprise either 😭

he says that later on too! After successfully switching the key in her pocket with a brooch without her noticing

Her comment about him being like a magician 🤭 he truly outdid himself and it's quite cheesy... Im glad that he addressed that part. But he said it's not like himself to be cheesy...?! are you sure about that

As a whole in this event i noticed a lot of stuff brought up again later on and basically happening twice and I LOVE it, as strange as it is to be impressed by that. It's like, mc says she feels like a princess - i gawk, then towards the end napo picks her up "like a princess" - "OH he treats her REALLY like a princess!!!🥺" that way these things really make a strong impression and stay with you don't they.....

In that line of thought, what's with him and kidnapping all of a sudden?

Maybe the broke the fourth wall and started ironizing the overuse of kidnaping in the game fkkdfnkdkf next thing you know he claims to be under the influence of an aphrodisiac everytime youre are about to do it

I love how secretive he was about the whole thing, it's really his style ever since his route to organize surprise dates like that...and it gives him one too many opportunities to show his "cool" side (sudden fireworks? Dunno nunuche, it must be magic.) and to tease her endlessly.... In the end it turns out it's another of his heroic acts that lead to the villa being rented to him ...and he couldn't refuse when the owner suggested enjoying the fireworks to be shoot off with a lover 🥺❤️

Still the most important part of it is coming to the realization that boredom is a proof of peace. Coming from Napoleon who has long dreamed of peace and finally found it in MC, it's even more special. Who else is gonna see you doing mundane chores and bring out a positive side of it: being used to a life that once seemed so alien, and even dangerous 😭 he's good at seeing certain situations - even the most simple moments of everyday life- in depth and under different angles and interpreting them in a way so they have some sort of correlation to his deepest feelings. Nope, being cheesy surely isn't like him, nooo

His emotional maturity is always showing in such situations and it's part of what makes his character so great in my opinion. Being cool and romantic and thoughtful and charming and a dozen others is just a nice plus

And even after that, he's still ready to fight off her boredom in whatever way he can...hence the "I'll kidnap you anytime" part 🤭🤭 he's always so creative, i can't imagine feeling bored for long with him as a lover

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I didnt get to see the other branch because someone forgot to log in and use her stamina 😭😭😭 maybe I'll find a way to see it, i also have the epilogue yet to see ( still emotionally and financially recovering from the 500 dia spent on it) but i can safely call it one of his best event stories so far... It felt of great importance about seeing their progress as a couple while still being a classy napo experience ™ 10/10

[faceglitchsworld]

It's the 15th of January here on my country so that means one thing: it's Hyungwon's birthday! :D

And for his day, I've made a collage for him ☺️

I had fun doing this. This time I had the idea to put every "shape" of him...or at least what I love about him. I love how the same man with one of the brightest smiles I've ever seen and one of the prettiest models is also a living meme. He's effortlessly funny 😆

Maybe my only regret is that I didn't find any good pictures of him with long hair 🥲 Just check his photos of him with long hair, he is the best looking man 🥹

And now, time to spend some words for him.

When I discovered Monsta X for the first time and I started following them on their social media, Hyungwon was the first member who stood out for me. He wasn't my first bias tho, though I was figuring out exactly who's who and I was having my crush on Changkyun at the time (still loving him tho) but I noticed how I was immediately recognising him every time. Maybe I should thank his cute smile or the fact that he looks funny even when he tries to look serious but still, he always stood out for me.

That's why I decided to do a little dive into him. I wanted to understand why he was so outstanding to me. And I discovered the most relatable idol I had ever seen. Introvert, always tired, zones out here and there, he gives the most strange answers during interviews (I remember when he started to sing Iya Iya oh randomly 😆😂) and his laugh is honestly the best serotonin boost. But he's not just that. Behind this introverted goofball, there's an amazing dancer who's capable to do the best moves, a great producer and writer and a natural-born DJ. Behind this tall man who zones out almost every time, there's a man who shows his shapes of love to the members. He's the softest and most caring towards the youngest and then he becomes the most savage to the oldest ones. This is probably the trait that I love the most and probably the reason why he became my bias after the long dive.

Dear Hyungwon, last year has been a very good year for you. You've finally come back to what you truly love. Seeing you coming back as a deejay for the Dolce&Gabbana event made me so happy. You were just vibing with the music and playing the mixer naturally like nothing has happened over these years. Being a DJ is just a natural talent for you now.

I'm so happy about how far you've come as a producer and as an actor. In these two years, you wrote Mercy and Wildfire, two songs that sound so different but they have that signature of yours. The more I listen to them, the more I think that you finally come up with your own style. Kihyun trusted you so much that he let you write and compose Bad Liar. And I admit that it's one of my favourite songs from Youth, I fell in love with it the first time I heard it. This year you showed us the best of yours by writing Beautiful Liar, your first title track for Monsta X, and that beautiful banger of Lone Ranger. Believe me when I say that I loved both of these songs with my entire heart and I put them in my playlist immediately. I can't wait for your next work, I know that you'll make another masterpiece.

You also received your first main role in a drama. And when I saw the trailer I admit that I almost screamed "I'm so proud of you, Hyungwon, go, my man, go!". You made a wonderful job and I hope that this will be the first of many other main roles in your career.

This year is gonna be a very good year for you, I can feel it. I'll look forward to every project you'll come up with next time. I hope you'll spend this day with your friends and the members and that you'll remember this day as one of the brightest days ever. You deserve it.

Happy birthday my cutie turtle 💚

[ladycharles]

My first EP is honestly not what I would recommend to people interested in my music but I kind of feel like making a post explaining the songs because as rough and weird as it is I do hold a fondness for them.

You have to understand that at the time Lady Charles was a way of blowing off steam and it wasn't till I crossed paths with Kevin Barnes at the exact right moment (story for later) that I started taking the project more serious. So this record is just a collection of emotions I felt I had to get out done in a really simple, demo-y way.

First off is Free Speech

This was the era of the alt right and I was getting sick of the obvious double standards. You can get beat up for burning a flag but the same people will defend their right to rag on minorities.

So originally I was going to sing "Canada sucks x3/it's a nation of cucks/USA sucks x3, it's a nation of cucks" etc. Because it was really stupid but might offend people and them I could explain that free speech was the point. But in the end my better senses won out and I made it a sort of manifesto for breaking down societal boundaries.

Musically it's got a cold, computerised sound that I don't think is really that appealing now (I liked the DIY ethos) but the actual music cycles through punk to video gamey to rock to soul which I am proud of.

This is maybe my fave of the album.

As background I had long been friends with this bedroom pop artist who I collabed with and who played in one of my bands. He started dating someone kinda toxic tbh and they went deep down a certain online rabbit hole that basically separated them from everyone they knew.

I really thought this guy had an amazing musical talent but he vanished from all our lives in a flash of untreated mental illness and flailing abuse. Even though I was upset at unfair treatment I received I missed the version of him that seemed long dead and so I wrote about the experience.

As I do sometimes when writing about other musicians, I wrote the song in his style, hence the twisty chords and cobbled together aesthetic. Sadly he never made more music and I don't know what happened since.

This is the moment I really came into my own vocally. I had been seeing a new teacher and she figured out immediately that my hearing issues were affecting my singing and taught me to compensate. It was the first time I was able to sing softly and accurately and it became the blueprint for my singing style.

MGMT's "When You're Small" was definitely an influence here.

Continuing the theme of exorcising demons, this one is a veiled song about misogyny in the music scene.

I had been a dancer (yes) for a band with a guy who really mistreated a female bandmate after kicking me out. I wrote some really savage satirical lyrics about him and hid them in plain sight in this short and silly interlude. This one got a weird amount of regular plays in Russia so spasibo bolshoi to the one Russian person who reps this one.

My least streamed song - I get it tbh!

It's very ugly. Cold computerised rhythm in a lilting 13/8 with my "old" manic, pitchy singing voice and sarcastic stabs of free jazz.

The lyrics are a self-deprecating rant about a shitty house venue I lived in where ableism, probably mercury fumes from the factory downstairs, and late nights combined in the worst way. I wouldn't have put this much cynicism in one EP if I knew that people would actually listen to Lady Charles 😂. I just needed the emotional release.

Honestly though I kind of think this is underrated. If I did it with a full band and better singing it could be a really abrasive but impressive bit of prog-punk. In a way it's the Apocalypse Girls beta release - that one is also chaotic and in an extreme time signature but it's a lot more developed.

And "All the girls in black boots/Talk about/knifeplay" is a very good representation of Montreal in 2017.

Breaking up the misery comes this dark instrumental.

Basically I envision it as some lost movie soundtrack from the 80s, drifting from an old VHS. There are shades of Nino Rota and Ryuichi Sakamoto in the pentatonic melody.

Then it breaks suddenly into 2000's electro jazz inspired by the Polish group Contemporary Noise Quintet.

My sax playing isn't very good technically in particular my intonation, but my instincts from guitar allow me to improvise in a fairly structured way which kind of makes it sound cool IMO. I always liked players who weren't amazing but soloed with a lot of emotion - like David Bowie or Kurt Cobain on guitar. I take a sax solo on my new album so maybe this is becoming a tradition.

The other highlight IMO.

This is a fairly abstract song about addiction and other copes and how they really tie into mental health which really ties into an unhealthy society.

"You can escape your demons/but you can't escape the world that breeds them"

It's musically a mix of Pinkerton era Weezer, 808s and Heartbreaks Kanye West, Across the Multiverse Dent May and 70s Eno with maybe a bit of Heat by DB and Cherry Peel of Montreal.

Like Bedroom Dynasty, I do a thing I like where the acoustic guitar acts as the percussive rhythm and I layer synths and electric guitars over - it feels very personal because it is just the instruments I play with no programming or outside help. I had purchased an arch top guitar from 1957 that had quite a dark tone and it inspired me to play a lot of acoustic around this time. Those old American archtop guitars aren't actually fancy or high end for the time but they sure are beautiful IMO.

Thanks, hope this type of content isn't too boring, it's just really fun coming here from Insta and being able to actually chronicle the stories behind my music and share the songs a bit instead of just making reels into the void.

I did everything on this EP myself by the way which is a blessing and a curse - my upcoming new album is still largely me multitracking myself but I took more care and there's key outside collaboration and I think you'll find the sound a lot more developed and complex.

[grethan-allmance]

Reaction to today's podcast? 🔥😊 love ya!

Lol all right.

Thoughts on podcast:

We both broke our what??

I dunno why but the podcast felt cute. Like, their argument felt much more playful than usual. I dunno, it's cute and they sounded really happy/in a really good mood and I like it.

Them talking about scents and the scent award is nice. I like that little insight in their Wakeheart business. Like, it's pretty cool they met with owners of those named fragrance brands.

"Sloppy greasy monster"🤣🤣

I kind of wonder how do fragrance company work? Also, they credited the perfumer for their signature scents, but I wonder if that means the same person also helped them with the other fragrance or if there's another perfumer for the other collection? Like, is there a perfumer contracted specifically to their company or do they work more like freelancers? Like, maybe only contracted for specific collection/scent? Hmmm...

Grayson bitching about his toes and them arguing about who gets to tell the story if Grayson's stubbed toe and keep getting derailed to other things 😂😂

Ethan editing the scene of the stubbed toe accident and posting it on Grayson's instagram 😂 1. Does that mean they have access to each other's instagram? 2. Does that mean Ethan did the ass close up on purpose? 😂😂😂

Ethan has a lot of talents lol

They break so many bones omg....

Grayson is a freaking little shit and Ethan really enables that 😂😂😂

Grayson gonna bite Ethan's toes? When he's sleeping? 😏😂😂

Seriously, they break so many bones... Oh my gosh.😳

"Don't jinx yourself, bro!" Lol he sounded somewhat actually concerned, I dunno why I love it.

I guess it is a really freaky coincidence that their injuries mirrored each other. On one hand, they're reckless people. And they break a lot of bones. I'm still a bit awed and concerned about that. On the other hand, I guess we can say they really do feel each other's pain. 😂 Just maybe in delayed way.

Picking rooms from where the toilet paper side were on 😂😂 It's good that the rented house have that happy coincidence, but I don't think that can be done everytime. 😂 It's cute though. Also, that'll last forever? Like, you gonna live together forever, aren't you? 😂

I'm kind of glad they can joke about that time when Ethan punched the glass door now. And Grayson remembering the detail about Ethan still having glass in his palm anyway despite his closed fist is, I dunno, really detailed? I kinda imagine Grayson immediately checking on Ethan despite himself having broken fingers.

Grayson wanting to make a table out of the core wheel collection is kind of really a Grayson thing to say. Sentimental and building. 🤣

That's a nice backstory on how they started on Vine. I think it's not just longboarding, there are probably a bunch of other things that influenced them, but it was a part of it.

Yeah, they probably do have more friends than they showed. Their better friends seems more like from outside the Youtube space, so that makes sense.

For some reason, I can actually see Ethan probably sleeping standing up in front of the fridge 😂

Ethan joining the baby-fever along with Grayson. 🥺🥺

Grayson having another podcast in his head 😂😂

Grayson mispronouncing another name 😂😂 aw he's so cute 😂

Seriously they're having so much fun in this podcast.

I wish it was 1 hour and 10 minutes 🥺🥺 it's not long enough 😂

And them talking in Dora style omg 🤣🤣🤣🤣

[octoberobserver]

Reviewer anon here (I will be (💫Anon from now, it is easier). First at all, you have my permission to write everything you want that I have said, bc I don't think I will ever write a fanfic in general (I like reading more) and I am very honoured if you do it😊 I'll read anything from you, really😊

And yeah, we were robbed of a shopping spree sequence. I noted also that while the clothes' styles are similar, he keeps wearing his signature colour, while the muscle men are all in beige/white. This could be for a million of interesting reasons: he is different bc he is Kelvin's fave disciple or bc he thinks to have still to atone/be a black sheep (he doesn't interact a lot with the rest of the parish, but also the most that have many friends and such are Jesse and his family), bc yes Kelvin is his sugar daddy but respects his style (I have still dreams about that mesh shirt, it is revealing but classy and not overpowering, perfect to show off, similar to the green dress of Eli's wife).

Idk about this kind of Christianity but I grew up as Catholic and youth pastors/catechists didn't really interact as faith guides for adult, moreover they don't really need to convert children bc they all already here bc of their parents, so they don't need much power of persuasion, a part from stopping you from chatting during mass. All of this to say that their meeting and therefore conversion is very unlikely (again idk about usa Christianity but are they keeping doing events to convert people? How does this function?).

But I really like the parallel of Kelvin as Jesus and Keefe as Mary Magdalene, especially bc the sex staff too.

I have another idea but this is smut and a bit ooc so I will tell you only if you are interested and such. Like Keefe, I don't want to make uncomfortable anyone😅

Imagine: in a not so distant future, the reunions of all the Gemstones' in law:

BJ, Keefe and Amber, all differently wired about their spouses and their shenanigans. I think BJ and Keefe would have this unspoken competition on who gives the others the best hospitality for their reunions, while Amber half of the time is the winner (years and years of inviting church wives for tea is nothing compared to it).

Another idea and this can be linked or not to the movie au: the youth club, especially that Nancy girl, matchmakes them. They notice the tension and just want excitement and mayhem in their life and what is better than try and get their youth pastors together?

Ok this is such a cute ending for the message😄

Hi💫Anon! Aw, great! I’m working away on something at the moment and hope to post it in the next short while 😊

We were robbed, weren’t we? Hopefully, there will be a shopping spree sequence, etc. at some point in the series. You’re totally right, Keefe kept his signature colour black with all his clothes, unlike the rest of the muscle men. I loved his black Hawaiian-style shirt in the finale that was paired with the sunhat, so cute. Haha the mesh shirt was a sight, alright. Same with Amber’s green dress 😍 Honestly, the costume department is phenomenal on this show. Everything Kelvin wears is iconic. Judy’s outfits crack me up too. She’s like a fancy figure skater lol. And BJ's baptism outfit omg 😂

I honestly have no idea how it works either as I’m neither American nor Evangelist myself. I think with Kelvin and his youth group, the kids may be the children of the church members, like with Dot Nancy? They also have Sunday school etc. which I imagine Mandy’s children for example, probably attend. But they seem like they (the Gemstones anyway) also do like promotional stuff too? And maybe that's how they get new people attending?

Yeah, share away. Oh, I definitely got the vibe that Dot would 100% matchmake them. I think she probably thought Kelvin was lying about them not being boyfriends but once she realised he was telling the truth, she was like, “Uh, nope. These two need to get their shit together!” 🤣

Here’s a lil sneak peek of what I’m working on now:

Keefe cleared his throat, eyes flickering from Kelvin, down to the script and back up, his shoulders tense.

“I too am loved and love God,” he delivered woodenly, holding his hand out as if he were in a Shakespearean play. “But have come to realize over the years, that you too, hold my heart. In a…romantic way.”

Kelvin clenched his sweaty palms as he gaped at Keefe, struggling to remember what he was doing, hastily scanning the script for what his character was supposed to say next.

Zachariah leans in and kisses Xavier on the mouth.

Kelvin’s heart stopped.

“Uh,” his eyes shot up to Levi, “it says—” he cleared his throat, “it says we have to ki—”

“Oh, you can skip that if you prefer,” Levi interrupted, flicking through the pages and scribbling notes, “it’s just to get a sense of dialogue.”

[theincaprincess]

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Loki, oblivious to the previous flying muffin asks in an offer of a cloth topped with a supply of berries. Bashfully saying, “Found you some of your favorite berries, to keep up your strength,” glad that you could not hear his pulse quicken being near to you again.

You thank him in accepting the berries and ask, “Did you see where that flying muffin went off to?”

His grin quirks up in a curious twitch of his brow, “A what?” In a chuckle he turned his head to the others returning from their lookout points back to the campsite they had left you at to keep watch of the ammunition for the crash of the Hydra base where Bruce was being kept prisoner. “Y/n here said something about a flying muffin, any of you seen that?”

Tony halted in his place to Peter’s wide eyed clap of his hands over his ears shouting, “LA LA LA LA!! I CANT HEAR YOU!!!”

Tony gestures to Strange, “Portal Twinkle Fingers!” Shoving Peter and Wanda through the portal, “Babies out of the woods!”

Wanda turned with a glare to shout back, “I am-!!”

Strange shut off the portal as Sam began to pace, “Not cool man! Not cool! Bad guys is one thing but I did not sign on for this!”

Bucky and Steve simply looked to Natasha and Hawkeye who sighed and readied their weapons, the latter saying, “We better get inside before the fireworks and just maybe we can get out of this alive with Hydra Agents to cover our escape.” Shaking his head to Tony’s look over the group noting who was missing to the snap of his mask over his face to start scanning the area for danger in the few moments you would have left.

Thor asked, “Why the panic over pastry? You puny mortals will panic over anything.”

Chuckling to himself only to be shoved by Sam who pointed at him, “Shut up! You do not laugh at this! It is fifty times worse if you laugh at them!”

“Who is them?” Loki asks flicking daggers into his palms having helped you up to coax you along in the cautious start towards the base in the now unsettling silence of the forest around you all.

“We don’t say their name!” Sam grit back at the Princes shoving Thor along, “Move it, now! Make for the fence and whatever you do don’t look at the-,” an otherworldly screech sounded and hard shoves came with racing pathways in zigzags to shots fired and a blast from Tony to split the fence open on the way to ambush the earned then fleeing Hydra guards who opened the gate for themselves and their intruders to get away from what was coming their way.

Natasha shouted, “Why are you shooting the face?! They only multiply if you shoot the face!” Kicking a guard out the door to buy time to have the group shove the slow closing door shut again beginning the bombardment upon the mountain buried base soon to be flooded with those things.

This is absolutely brilliant 😍

And I know who is behind it mwhahaha 😂

[tanithrea]

Vixx - Scentist - A Theoretical Journey

Okay so the visuals are so big and deep in the MV for this song I couldn't help but try to figure out what I was seeing.

First of all the interview (which I'm still trying to refind cause I watched a ton of vixx recently) I saw Ravi said that Ken had accidentally knocked him with the door while doing his own eyebrow trim and hence the line he ended up with. Ken’s eyebrows seen here is Ravi’s revenge. Lol

The prevailing link is to the book Perfume: The Story Of A Murderer by Patrick Süskind, which is about a guy (Baptiste Grenouille) who grows up with an acute sense of smell and finds the scent of a woman in later life so desirable he kills her trying to preserve it. And I guess that's the main lead to the idea but the song, the visual and of course the overall MV here is very much a concept and realisation that is pure VIXX who are rightly known as the concept kings for a reason.

So here I am breaking down what I see in the video and what I am thinking about while watching it all while looking at the English translation of the lyrics, the MV and theorising about the design and intentions being made non verbally.

Let's start at the beginning lol the video opens with red background and Ken in a mist, then almost like a basement where the light shines down on Hyuk at the bottom. This then transitions to a young boy sitting at the top reaching for the light. Now all this is just me running through ideas but I'm thinking the child has been awoken in the person and I will look more at how I think this kid fits in shortly.

Once the song is started they divide into their relative areas in the 🔬⚗️🌹🍸”lab”. Leo (lets all just acknowledge how fabulous he looks with that hair) is sitting at a piano that has tubes and liquid in bottles along the top that it almost looks like a steampunk piano that mixes these fluids. So that got me in mind that a true perfume is a ‘composition’ of ‘notes’ that are balanced out to create the overall scent and in this case LEO is like the composer mixing the perfect orchestration of the senses. A true handmade expensive perfume can have anything from 50-500 elements and a single drop of one could be £1000’s so it has often been described as musical to the sense of smell like a symphony, overture, opus, etc. Musical terminology has been linked to perfume as a means of trying to convey the mental image and sense memory that you recall these ‘notes’ of smell when told about it, mainly cause advertising doesn't have a way to spray it at you! Lol At the end of his section we see him inhale the scent from his wrist in a signature move that all the band members will make throughout the video in their own style.

N is then sitting on those steps on the stairs, having been roused by the light much like we saw at the beginning then we see him doing a fab dance move (he absolutely slays the dancing moves) with the others mulling around a car. The car I'm kind of vague but I guess the thing I thought was that you go on a journey in a car and a great perfume should take you somewhere. Plus the whole sports car classic convertible with the open top you would be taking in everything as you drove, who isn't imagining that car driving along a sunny coastal road with hair blown in the wind? Just an idea but again the car is maybe the most random symbol in this for me.

N then seemingly is either asleep, unconscious or so overwhelmed by it all or his feelings he's passed out on the floor of the basement. The lyrics talk about moonlight but I guess that could be the theoretical light shining in the dark.

Cut to Hongbin walking around a lab table where the toolkit on the back wall suggests more like a horror slasher hostel sequel than a perfume laboratory 🔬 lol 😂. The wall has pliers, hacksaws, what look like big knives and scissors. The next image of a rose 🌹 being infused in a glass beaker would then suggest the tools are for the cutting and trimming of the flowers to literally pull the “tears” form the rose so they can bloom again in the perfume. Seems pretty clear there but this has so many symbols and moments we don't stay here long.

Cut to Hongbin, Hyuk, and N dancing in a trio by the car, back to his face in the lab, more roses and then dancing in the lab in the new sharp tailored suits. Noticing the blue contacts that Hongbin is wearing and Hyuk too in this. Yet Leo’s eyes are still natural, as are N, Ravi and Ken. Not sure what they were saying with the blue lenses and in only two of the guys. But I know there was in idea, these guys don't have anything without an idea 💡

Hyuk and Hongbin are now shown in the white shirts and leather aprons with test tubes and vials and basically what you would put in a hypothetical lab where they appear to be drawing the essence from the flowers. Hyuk checks the bags of liquid with roses in them, look like blood bags so suggest transfusion of their essence and basically build the fist elements of the perfume.

Then we see Hyuk, the kid, Ken all looking at us through the metal loops on their chain broaches. They seem kind of reminiscent of the spy glass or monocle. Suggesting to me a deeper look into themselves and that kid is there looking back at them. Now at this stage I'm thinking ok he's like the kid in each person who wants something. You know how one track minded a kid can be if there is a new toy they want and you could give them 10 other toys but if it's not that one then they aren't happy. So this is where I thought he was symbolic of. The now awake kid is like “oooooo shiny new toy, I want it.” All at the same time as singing the lines about tears of the roses blooming again so linking that together.

Then a burst of very intense dancing, again N very much sharp hitter here, but then I got to thinking they are singing “I held My Breath when I found you in the mist” so it links for me to an intense feeling where you are stuck by something and an intense scent could definitely be a sudden intense sensation that was shocking enough to take over you for a second like this. Then we see the seemingly incapacitated N awake but knocked down by this sensation, like it's so physically impactful he can't stand.

Cut to the lab and group dance where we see N and the signature ‘wrist scent’ move they all have in variation. This group shot suggests a concerted effort to go after this intoxicating potion, and with the energy they show they don't plan on going slowly.

Then we see the kid in a white shirt back in the basement lying on the top of the steps and the mist coming around him, it cuts to N and he's in the same position in black. So now I'm thinking the kid is more connected to N as his childish emotions. Maybe still an overall representation but this scene says there is a direct link with N.

Ken looking back at the audience from the misty red atmosphere almost like a prophecy, 🔮seeing a glimpse of where this is all going. The line “I demand a drop of you” is up and they cut back to intense group dance and Ken at the front which makes me think oh ok this is when it's not about the flowers it's also about capturing the scent or the person they desire. To find a way to obtain that intensified Esscenes from you/this person and add it to the perfect perfume. This is also the first time in the imagery we see a syringe 💉and although we have seen drops of red in with roses until now it's been just a liquid. This context says to me blood. You can take a sample from a person with a syringe and the drops of red are the blood being added to the roses infusing both together into the product. This section is quite intense and full of images of the roses, broken containers of red fluid and dancing. My theories here split into two and the first is that taking the blood from someone is a pretty intense and scary level of obsession which this is slowly growing to become. But if a guy said I need a sample of blood for a perfume you would be like uh I am running to the nearest police station. So knowing it's not a ‘normal’ thing to do I get to The other side of my thinking where things the burst or the split red is that it could go too far that the obsession is already think ahead and willing to go further than the rational self would. I.e. Kill for it.

Quick flash of a group dance by the car, 🚘again I could only think of ‘being transported’ by that.

And then straight onto a fantastic shot of Hongbin and a cute chameleon 🦎on his shoulder. The colours in this are gorgeous and then I was thinking his blue eyes and the hair colour and then the very nature of a chameleon is to change his appearance. Now I applied that to the perfume that a great one doesn't have one scent, it can change over the hours you wear it and also have different effects on different people much like a chameleon changing its colours to suit. Associate that with Hongbin in this moment and he is also the changeling. Now driven to create this amazing perfume he will change his personality to whatever he needs to get that goal. The lines “I cover myself with you over, and over again” is here and it almost feels like that mindset is starting to hardest into purpose without rational thought. If we were lost in space this is where the robot would say 🤖 “danger Will Robinson!” Lol 😂

Cut to the kid, in a suit jacket facing away from camera but in the mist we can see he is wearing a crown. 👑This to me suggests that that impetus nature, or childlike want has been “crowned” king and is being given what he wants. Again following on from Hongbin and his resolve to change to anything to achieve the goal it's all heading a bit darker and more deadly for the object of their obsession. ⚰️

Hongbin with his eyes closed as the essence drops into a beaker seems to be enjoying the fruits of his labour so the target has apparently been hit and he's taking in the highly concentrated infusions intoxicatingly strong scent. Worryingly that means he has either hurt or killed someone to do so.

Cut to the kid again in the white shirt in the mist. No crown this time, but sitting calmly as is Hongbin. Again the kid feels like a general representation of all of the childlike impulses in each of the guys so here is a moment of just I'm getting what I want and content calm after a flurry of intensity.

Next we see Hongbin and N on opposite sides of a glass case containing a dead tree branch and a large snake (python I think but any experts do correct me) entwined on its branches. This is calmly shown as the stand facing away from the snake, and I'm going to head into the symbolism of snakes to me in a sec. First thought is snake 🐍 means temptation, and they aren't looking at it cause they gave into it already at this point and then Hongbin is looking at it, we get a close up of the snake (sorry any snake phobias out there) and then we cut to a Hongbins throat. Now two things happen here, I'm thinking he's so casual about it cause he already gave into the temptation as we saw him taking in the scent of his hard work not that long ago. But then the thought of (I'm not religious at all) snakes and the supposed ultimate first temptation and then a literal Adams Apple shown together and how these desires are so primal they go back to the beginning of mankind. Knowing this info and believing it are two different things so the other lightbulb flashing was that this snake and then his throat was like a cut throat attitude, and a snake strangles it's pray by squeezing you all around especially a python so is this suggesting he strangled his victim? No idea but the thoughts are definitely there even though I can't pin down an exact one.

The lyrics are now “I can't get rid of you” this intense scent has literally penetrated his mind and there is no cleanse or reverse from here.

Leo (ahhhhhhh) is sitting as a mist drifts over him now sampling his composition and seems blissfully dreamlike about it. Again once Hongbin had extracted the perfect concentrated potion he's been able to create the perfect composition with the steampunk perfume piano.

They dance with eyes closed in the lab smelling their wrists and saying how it's all over them now, you/object of obsession is literally smothered all over themselves and can't be removed now and they are positively drunk on it.

Leo sat next to the car, again they have been transported and the headlights suggest a destination ahead. Here I think two possible ideas the headlight could be because we get closer to it is like coming out of a tunnel and into that light at the end or like getting caught in the headlights you have a moment of panic. Now that kind of flows into where I'm visually seeing Ravi’s role here.

Through the headlights the first image is a blue skull bottle. Wondering if this is the magic bottle of the essence they have gone to all the trouble for. Or if it's just a representation of the extremes they have been willing to go, maybe even an image just to think of mortality.

Ravi to me seems, visually, like the warning light flashing. The lines “white lights and prism although the colour seem clear but in the form that is invisible my world is locked up” all while holding a vial of the blue liquid. So saying this stuff might seem all innocent and pure but it can lock you in an inescapable prison with bonds that can't be seen but are there. Almost like the humanity trying to get out he's saying in a way help me, I'm trapped in this and it might look ok but I'm not.

This leads back to the car that transports us back to where we are now, again hence why I'm linking it to that theme.

This time we come out and it's a cocktail glass. The next step in the total surrender isn't to be covered in is to actually drink it in. Literally. Ken becomes the bartender or mixologist tailoring perfume “cocktails” for individual taste. The ultimate selling counter.

The search has been exhausting and they say this then we cut to the kid holding a shard of a mirror (health and safety alert) but in the reflection is N. again the kid might be a general representation but there is a definite close link to N. the fact that the kids reflection is not his own is that he's not a real child and is just the representative as I thought.

Continuing with N, in a pretty fab dance move with Ken, he sings about how this “stimulation ties up and locks just like you”. The link to previous moments saying how the scent has you bound and it's locked him in.

Ahhh Hyuk. You thought I'd forgotten him and I've kind of passed over him but as I went through the video his role seems clearer. And I think I see why he was also in the basement with the boy at the beginning. He was tending to the roses and the soft face at the start where he is also linked to the “boy” when he first wakes, innocent and pure his desire is to get the roses 🌹 to distill their tears. Again here I see him as what innocent beginnings could be before it goes off the rails, his goals are simple and sweet. He's the kid in the group as well so it's a fitting role for him.

“In the dark room scatters thousands of colours” and I think it's Hyuk and the kid in the basement, the innocence was awakened by the mist traveling into the room, it awakened them on this somewhat deadly path but their pure minds couldn't see that at the beginning.

Leo is lost in the “song” the mist is playing, he's all focused on this part of the creative side which also appropriate cause he is a writer and composer like Ravi and works on the bands repertoire.

So I'm kind of leaning almost as if they had different specialisms or departments that also represent the stages and personas of the development of both the perfume and obsession.

They all come together in a line, more fab choreography, as the ‘facets’ pull together to create the perfect scent.

This is in the dark as well as the lab so all facets of their lives both personal and professional pulling into one train of thought. The build up being that though this was for good intentions at the beginning it has also gone into overdrive.

Then N is as the glass case again, and some more key VIXX dancing. Lol 😉

Boom! Ken is holding a gun! Okay so this kind of comes out of nowhere and I guess it's like wow they are going full out now it's kill or be killed by it. The lyrics talk about being dizzy, they are covered in even taking it into themselves so yeah you could say it could also be the death of them as well as potential targets. This links back to the novel where the protagonist was driven mad by his senses and eventually to death.

N and Hongbin are circling the snake case and it's like N is watching the snake and Hongbin is watching N. waiting for his friend or co worker to give into that temptation.

Que a fast dance montage with Ken doing a matrix style hand gesture to bring it on then holding a bottle of one of his bar of potions. Like just give in already!

Perfectly timed is N who is now inside the case with the snake wrapped around him having not only given into temptation but actually embraced it, holding it and wielding it now as its master.

Leo reappears having mixed his perfect composition to remind us of that. Because the commitment of the others has all led in succession to the others progress.

Fab image of Leo in almost the fractured images and the kid, again back to Ravi describing how the clear prism can look so innocent and beautiful but hide something way deeper and darker. Flashes of innocence with the kid, Hyuk and Leo in rapture seem like the lighter beautiful sides and how could this be bad?

Noticing Hongbin almost like he's there tweaking the innocent work of Hyuk into his own mutation the first steps.

Ravi returns now with a literal smoke signal and a gas mask, which straight away suggests an attempt to protect himself, to shield himself for a moment from the onslaught of the perfume. Saying “gorgeous but monotonous” because if all you see, feel, smell, hear, taste is this intoxicating smell then you become suffocated and numb. I see him as a beacon saying last chance to save me, I can't breathe. The visual gets blurry like double vision, and he raps about multiplying colours, frequencies and the strings of his sanity falling apart as this persona looses the attempt to save themselves.

N at the glass case looking weary despite having surrendered to his fate, perhaps the submission to its total power is actually the beginning of the end of the characters. Here he actually drinks it, which if you every accidentally sprayed perfume in your face will remember it's not very palatable. Anyway he seems to smirk at this having now gone all out even though his body is tired he still is in the rapture of the scent and isolated with just that and him as the lyrics say “I closed my eyes at the moment I left you in the darkness”. To me that is this is now so complete that he can recall that moment and person and atmosphere so intensely it's recalling a moment of total immersion.

Now we are reaching in the dark for the gun again…the crowned kid is now looking around. So okay I had seen the white shirt kid as innocent and gentle kind of like Hyuk. But this crowned entity is the demanding, tantrum throwing drive that has pushed these guys to the brink of insanity and death. It appears that the innocent kid reaches for the gun, stay with me in this theory it is a little vague, but then right after we see Ravi who like I've said above feels like the last ember of humanity fighting back and in this it feels like the innocent kid in ravi’s character gave him the strength to lift the gun and if he can't stop himself or save himself then maybe he can kill this desire hence the then smirking crowned kid but then Ken is also holding the gun cause you can't kill desire and you can't remove these facets of character from a person so they end in stalemate.

Hongbin now ‘transported’ by his creation is by the car, then almost like a surrendering enthusiasm for the dance and look that follows. He's happy in this and gave up fighting it a while back. It does cut back to Hongbin with Hyuk in the driver seat and maybe there is an element of the innocent and pure part of the process that I see in Hyuk is now set on the beginning of a journey that has been the ruin of all his colleagues. (Although Leo doesn't seem in distress lol N, Hongbin, Ken and Ravi have all descended into insanity, temptation and possible homicide!)

We see Hyuk in the basement again where I see him as the innocent awoken like the kid maybe I think as a flashback to his pure beginning intention which the rest are guiding him out of along with them.

Beautiful shot of Leo’s hand gracefully gliding over the projection of a piano keys on the ground. Again playing his composition, it (and him lol) is quite perfect.

Two group dance scenes in both the lab and in the dark car scenery, all together all in one group and all agreeing on the “long suffering dizziness” and we see N intent as he walks around the snake case, then Ken who has the gun again, with the innocent kid having gone away into the corner and left the gun. This suggests the attempt by the child that was their innocence has failed and Ravi who was the warning light has lost his fight too to save them all from themselves. The lyrics suggests that it no longer matters if their eyes are open or if they are awake, this is now 24/7/365. The innocent kid backs away from the gun, N is on the floor now done in completely.

It ends with the whole group walking into a red mist and the crowned kid disappears as the are enveloped by the mist. The crowned king of childlike want has won and all are now surrendered to it.

This stuff kind of makes sense now looking at the parts and in depth, and I apologise I have ranted for quite a while and prob no one cares but I felt this was fun and there was so much going on in the video I did this for me. Please leave any notes or messages if you see something I missed or a link I maybe inspired in you…it's all just my own theory while musing on the scenes.

I only discovered this group over a week ago and so quickly just love their work. I've never been hooked by any kpop group before this and I have tried a few. They have the title the concept kings for a reason and I'm just sad they won't be coming to the uk 🇬🇧 anytime soon for concerts as I would love to see them live. Watching the YouTube catalogue of vids about them it's been funny and entertaining to see how far they've all come and just how good they are. Feel like I'm recapturing some of my 20’s as I'm in my 30’s and I haven't been so into a group in a long time but these guys just caught me and I am totally happy not escaping! Lol