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[musichouse]

Improve Music Skills with Private Music Lessons

Improve your music skills with private music lessons at Music House School of Music. We offers a wide range of private lessons for guitar, piano, voice, drums, and more. Our expert instructors and a supportive community, Music House is dedicated to providing a positive and engaging learning experience for musicians of all ages. Start your musical journey and schedule a call today at 913-562-4112.

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Unleash Your Musical Talent: Music School in Bukit Timah - Rocktone Music Academy

Are you ready to explore the world of music and unleash your hidden talents? Look no further than Rocktone Music Academy, your premier Music School in Bukit Timah and Bukit Batok. Whether you’re a beginner eager to learn the basics or an experienced musician looking to refine your skills, our music school offers a comprehensive range of courses tailored to meet your needs.

[dancingnotes]

Baby Music Classes Perth | dancingnotes.com.au

If you’re looking for a way to nurture your little one’s love of music, baby music classes Perth may be just what you’re after. Not only is music-making fun for both you and your child, it can help children develop many skills in a variety of areas, including cognitive, social, language, physical and emotional development.

Musical Babes

Musical Babes is a baby music class that takes you and your little one through a variety of fun and educational musical activities. They use award winning music, interactive toys and an illustrated songbook to help your child's musical development.

The classes are available in several locations across Perth and are a great way to bond with your kids while learning something new at the same time! You'll also have the chance to meet other parents with similar aged babies in your area.

The musically inclined will be thrilled with this unique program that combines action songs, nursery rhymes and gestures derived from sign language to enrich the relationship between you and your little one. You'll have the chance to show off the best of your singing and dancing skills! Plus, you'll take home the most important musical lesson of all - a better understanding of your own strengths and weaknesses. Check out their website for more information!

Music Together

In Music Together classes, children ages birth through early elementary learn to play musical instruments, sing and dance with their families. They also develop a lifelong love of music and a desire to make more of it at home.

Music Together combines child development research with the best of music education theory to create playful, developmental music-making experiences. A trained Music Together teacher leads class songs, movement and percussion activities.

Babies, from birth through 8 months, explore music in a gentle, nurturing environment. Back-and-forth vocal play and listening activities develop babies' eyetracking skills, stimulate their new muscles and support communication development.

Parents and caregivers sing, dance, and share rhythmic movement activities to a wide range of songs from around the world. These experiences encourage babies to find their rhythms, identify sound versus silence and assimilate the basic rhythmic patterns of each song.

Adults whose children are already enrolled in Music Together can join Guitar for Grownups, where they will learn to play our songs on the guitar. It's a great way to stay connected with your kids and meet some new friends at the same time!

Staccato

Music is a great way to stimulate your little one's senses and foster their creativity. It can also provide opportunities to socialise with other parents and share a love of music.

Staccato offers a range of baby music classes for all ages. Their Elite Program for Young Talent (EPYT) is a unique music education course that combines individual and group lessons to develop your child's skills and interest. The program offers individual instrumental lessons as well as bi-weekly musicianship class covering music theory, aural skills and musical related topics.

The best part is that you'll see your child's face light up as they learn to play an instrument or sing a song they love. Plus, they'll be rewarded for their efforts with fun activities and songs that you can enjoy together at home. Hopefully this list will help you find the perfect class for your family! Good luck! Thanks for reading Perth Mums Group Useful Lists - and let us know your favourites in the comments section.

Musical Monkey

Music is the first instinct that children develop and if nurtured from birth, music can help your child blossom into a musical genius. The staff at Monkey Music know that the right early exposure to music sharpens up a whole host of skills: language, fine motor and spatial awareness are all developed through song and movement.

Babies and toddlers enjoy a lively session of singing, dancing and music making in Monkey Music classes, which are tailored for the age group of 3 months to 4 years. They are also a great way for babies and toddlers to socialise with other kids and build their confidence in themselves.

The 30 minute music classes are a gentle bonding experience for babies and toddlers alike. They will learn to move in rhythm with the songs, develop language and social skills. They will be little sponges, soaking up everything they can learn in a fun, safe and stimulating environment.

[odyssean-flower]

Yandere Neuvillette + Phantom of the Opera

I posted about this a while ago

Don't have any plans to write a full fic about this in the near future. feel free to take these ideas and expand on them if you like (credit me first tho)

warning: it's very long and rambly. i really should work on that

neuvillette is one of the last remaining dragons, if not the only, in the world. his kind has long been hunted into extinction by humans. he can keep a mostly human form, but he can't hide his tail, his slitted pupils, or his horns, so going outside is out of the question

neuvillette spends his days beneath the opera house (which is built on the water of course), surrounded by ancient ruins and other sea creatures as his only company.

neuvillette is a brilliant man with the most beautiful voice anyone has ever heard, but because he is who he is, he can never show these skills, or be appreciated for them

even though he's pretty much immortal, neuvillette feels like he's already dead, with nothing to look forward to but an eternity alone

he has the powers to bring the opera house down (and possibly the world), but doesn't because...what's the point? what good will that do?

so neuvillette is resigned to his fate, until...you show up

you are a new member of the chorus, innocent and naive with big dreams of one day having a lead role. your voice is nothing special, but you keep practicing

progress is slow. it feels like you're in a rut. you feel like you'll always be in the background. no one understands your feelings, and you're told to be content with your position

one day, neuvillette hears you practice and is entranced. even though your voice was unpolished, it contained a lot of emotion and passion--things that had long become foreign to him. he sneaks a peek at you from a hole in the wall just in time to see you stop and break down crying after you went off key. you tearfully wonder out loud if you should just give up singing

that alarms neuvillette. once he heard you sing, it's as though he became addicted. hearing your voice was like seeing the sunlight for the first time after being in the darkness for ages. he needs more

he decides to politely introduce himself as the "angel of music" and offers to teach you how to sing. after you get over your initial shock of some random disembodied voice talking to you, you agree enthusiastically. have i mentioned that you are very innocent and naive

and so your private lessons begin. at first you were somewhat apprehensive about this, but your "angel" is so kind and patient, and such a good teacher, that your doubts are quickly dispelled. you can feel yourself improving drastically in a short time

meanwhile, neuvillette finds himself falling in love/becoming attached to you. he knows that he shouldn't be interacting with you, that you will probably be afraid of him and reject him like everyone else, but he impatiently looks forward to your private lessons every day. he likes to hear you talk about your life (he himself is less forthcoming about his own life), he likes how much you respect and idolize him, he feels like you two are kindred spirits

you would occasionally ask to see him in person, but he always declines, fearing your rejection. he becomes tempted as you spend more time together. what if...you'll accept him as he is?

a few months later, you audition for the lead role in a new opera and stuns everyone with your angelic voice. you receive a standing ovation when you finish your first performance. there's a new opera star in town now

neuvillette knows he should be happy for you, but seeing you being showered with attention and gifts from people who (in his view) have more sinister and impure intentions than simply admiring your voice sparks a jealous rage within him and a deep sadness that he can't court you like they can. he'll be forced to watch you shine from the darkness, and eventually you'll leave him

you notice that your angel has been speaking to you less frequently, which makes you sad. you had come to see him as your guardian angel, the one person you could confess all your hopes and fears to. you've got plenty of friends and admirers now, but they're not the same

eventually, you beg to see him, apologizing to him (though you don't know why). he finally obliges to take you down to his realm (insert "phantom of the opera" here) (actually i might try to write this scene)

you are amazed by the beauty of this underwater realm, and even more so by the beauty of your "angel". his draconic features didn't frighten or put you off at all. you fondly remember your favorite childhood stories about the hydro dragons, and how sad you were when your parents told you that they were all dead

neuvillette is hopeful. will you stay down here with him? you are reluctant and return to the surface.

as your fame grows, the waters around the opera house become unsettled and stormy. waves crash against the building. the opera house starts to get flooded very quickly

just as the staff plans to evacuate, your "angel" speaks to you again. he sounds very different this time, though. he tells you that this is all his doing, and that you can put a stop to it by giving yourself in marriage to him (he already has the wedding dress and everything). Would you be so cruel as to leave your friends and coworkers to their deaths? Neuvillette know what you will choose. your soul is as familiar to him as the waters he resides in

[daffi-990]

Fuck it Friday & Inspiration Saturday

it’s Saturday for me so I’m smooshing the two together.

Tagged by @thewolvesof1998 @wikiangela @exhuastedpigeon @lover-of-mine @disasterbuckdiaz @devirnis @spotsandsocks @callmenewbie -> tagging you all right back for inspiration Saturday 😘

Okay so I’m back from holidays and the writing beans did visit me (yay!) … but did they visit for any of my current wips? Haha of course not 🤪. Being near the beach inspired a new buddie wip that is going to be part of a series called Daylight, inspired by the Taylor Swift song of the same name. I already have some stuff written for two more fics in the series too haha.

Here’s a moodboard for the series and a little snippet from the first fic, I’ve been sleeping so long in a 20 year dark night (now I’m wide awake).

Quick summary -> musician Buck is tired of the fame, fortune and loneliness of a life that doesn’t even feel like his own, so he packs his bags and runs away and ends up in the small beachside town of Hartlan Shore where he may just find everything he’s been longing for.

“What are you playing?”

Buck’s fingers pause in their strumming, his left hand sliding along the neck of the guitar as he abandons the chords he was playing. He opens his eyes to find a kid, no more than 8 years old with curly brown hair and wide inquisitive blue eyes framed by red rimmed glasses standing before him.

Buck squints his eyes against the morning sun. “Uh, nothing really, just playing random chords hoping it’ll turn into something.”

The kid moves on shaky legs to drop down in the sand on Buck’s right hand side. “I want to learn to play the guitar, but my Dad says no one in town is offering lessons.”

Buck frowns in sympathy for the kid. He remembers being a kid in Hershey and begging his parents for guitar lessons. He still doesn’t know why they turned him down at first, leaving him to seek out lessons from the school music teacher, Mr Glover, every Thursday at recess. It wasn’t until Mr Glover flagged his parents down at the one parent teacher night they actually managed to attend, using the magic words natural talent for the guitar and great potential with the right vocal training, that they agreed to get him not only private guitar lessons, but singing lessons too. Mr Glover had been more than happy to keep their lessons up, but Phillip and Margret Buckley didn’t think a mere school music teacher was good enough to teach their son, not if he was going to become somebody. Buck hadn’t cared who taught him, he’d just wanted to learn, just like this kid seems to.

“Would you like to learn a couple of chords now?” Buck asks.

The kid’s face lights up, a wide smile stretching across his face as he nods his head eagerly. Buck feels himself melt a little at how adorable this kid is.

“First things first.” Buck lays his guitar over his lap and extends his hand out to the kid. “I’m Buck.”

The kid looks at his hand for a moment, long enough that Buck is starting to wonder if maybe he doesn’t know what a handshake is, but then a small hand slips into his. “I’m Christopher.”

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[austinbutlerslovers]

HERE ME OUT

Our smexy major and ballerina wife 🥹

The Major & His Ballerina

Label Mature 18+

With an upcoming performance your body is in a constant state of stress going through the routine to be perfect. Gale will be unable to attend again

due to a military function. He has missed all of your performances and is wrought with guilt thinking of how he can make it up to you.

After surprising you at the ballet studio and taking you home early he realizes you haven’t relaxed in days and he prepares a bath for you to relieve some of the physical tension. As he turns to leave you take his hand and make him stay using it to physically pleasure yourself, and it then it dawns on him giving you an intense orgasm will solve everything.

Established relationship married

Domestic •female physically stressed/overworked • fingering• sex relief •advanced positions• creampie•aftercare

Inspo: Anon Request 😊thank you 💝Who would’ve guessed it gets so hot being a ballerina with Major Gale in the 1940s 🫵🏻

(spelling errors grammatical mistakes repeat words etc)

The Major & His Ballerina

You were rehearsing feverishly this evening at the ballet studio in a private lesson, your instructor Von yelling at you repeatedly as you spin and twirl and dive. He glares at you making sure every move every point is perfection. You are his favorite he has been training you from the time you were 15 years old watching how he carved you from a clumsy dancer into a graceful and cunning ballerina.

You twist your body leaping into a daring jump landing and slowly rising stretching your leg up and reaching your hand to your toe while on point. the music stops your chest rising and falling you can now hear the loudness of your breaths you are lightly gleaning sweat.

Von steps behind you as you stare at your reflections in the mirror he places his hand on your thigh foot pointing into a perfect side split and makes you stretch an 1/2 inch farther your face winces at the slight pain before he brings your leg down and you settle standing “The harder it is the easier you must make it look” he instructs. “Am I ready?” You ask out of breath. “Angel, you are more than ready” he smiles petting your chin “you are the star.”

Gale enters the studio 15 minutes early, eager to take you home and spend time with you before he is stationed away for the weekend. He see you and Von having and moment and waits near the door having interrupted the two of you.

Your instructor quickly retrieves a towel from the rack handing it to you to look presentable for him. You pat your self dry and go to Gale smiling running jumping into his strong arms. You curl your legs around his waist so gracefully it excites him.

Von approaches you both, “My angel would you like to show Gale your performance as he won’t be able to make it to the recital this weekend?

You look into Gales eyes “Yes she would “ he says answering for you smiling as he holds you.

The instructor pulls a chair for him and goes to the record player. You reset in the middle of the room, Gale sits his eyes trained on you.

The music starts

You can’t help yourself as you peek over at Gale almost seducing him as you stretch and bend your body in ways he hasnt seen before, you see him adjust in his seat throughroughly entertained. You go into your trance fully concentrating every fiber of your being willing your limbs to bend and glide in perfect points and positions. You spin and twirl getting lost in the exertions pushing your body to its limits. You twist and leap landing and rising back up on point in a full side split reaching your hand up to the sky

The music stops.

Gale rises form his seat clapping and smiling he’s so proud he’s never seen anything quite so beautiful. Your instructor is stunned “ You do that..with all the raw passion you had this time and you will get the standing ovation “ he says in awe.

You rush and kiss Gale cupping his face, he reaches for you as you quickly slip from his grasp to collect your bag. “Thank you Von” you shout and wave across the studio heading for the exit. “See you fly on those pretty wings this weekend” Von says smiling. Gale takes your hand and you depart.

Gale can’t stop singing your praises as he drives you home talking about your dexterity and how beautiful you looked, it’s his first time seeing you perform. Meanwhile you are reclined in the passengers seat towel over your face concentrating on your breaths eyes closed physically exhausted the stiffness setting into your muscles. This is your 6th day training in a row you are completely drained and stressed.

When Gale opens your door in the driveway at home you are slow to leave the car, he helps you out shutting the door. “Gale I’m so sore I’m sorry to bother I’ve been training all week and I’m feeling unwell” he sees you wobble unable to stand fully.

He picks you up in his arm and carries you to the master bathroom setting you down and starting a bath. As you slowly peel off your leotard and roll down your tights he has his hand in the tub testing temperature of the rising water. He looks you over, slightly intimidated by the beauty of your perfect toned body and your skill he looks at your knees covered in small bruises from your routines.

When you are fully naked he averts his eyes to the bath water suddenly shy. He has missed all of your recitals and the guilt weighs heavily on him. He is called away for military duties each time. When he does arrive home there is always supper prepared with a note from you on the table. After he eats he finds you in the bedroom sound asleep. After he gets comfortable he pulls you to him and holds you as he falls asleep.

Lost in thought he finally looks over and you are staring at him smiling you tilt your head back and release your hair from its tight bun letting it fall framing your face. You look like an angel to him, you sway your body playfully to entice him.

You see the sorrow on his face and want to cheer him up, you walk over and he stands holding your waist he smiles weakly the guilt eating him alive. You place your hands at his collar unbuttoning his shirt all the way down pushing it open to reveal his white tee beneath.

You pull his military shirt from his shoulders and make him raise his arms to remove his tee, you gaze at his firm chest and tiny waist a soft sigh falling from your lips. He’s so toned your hands trace along his muscles, you lock eyes both desiring each other, he takes ahold on the nape of your neck pulling you into a kiss, you naked him shirtless.

He breaks the kiss his attention to the tub water rising he turns it off now full. He uses his hand to guide you in and let you relax but you hold his wrist making him stay he kneels down next to you on the outside of the tub and kisses your hand. “I know you want me to be there, I would love it more than anything” he says above a whisper. You smile at him sweetly seeing the sincerity in his eyes “You’ve seen my performance today it’ll be exactly the same” you reassure him.

He finally cracks a smile “Now I see why you’re sleeping every time I get home” “Gale…!“ you say scrunching your face cutely and flicking water at him for teasing you making him laugh “Yes I’m exhausted and I’m sorry I fall asleep but I need to relax after those routines they are brutal on me” you say looking down at your aching body submerged in the water.

You see his hand reach in and touch your naval, your eyes dart up to his “I want to help you with that” he says trailing his hand lower between your legs slipping his fingers between your folds trailing up and down relaxing you, it changes your aching into arousal for him. You reach your hand and grab his wrist making him insert his fingers into you.

You begin gasping as he slides them in and out of you and feel his mouth press on yours hungrily kissing you making you reach your wet hand up from the water pulling him by the nape of his neck to kiss you harder. He pulls his face back “Get out of the tub” he says it so sensually the lust darkening his eyes.

He removes his fingers from you and stands grabbing a towel you see the out line of his hard cock in his slacks making you bite your lip you are longing for it. You stand from the water and he dries you down to your calves, surprising you and lifting your body up against him settling your legs around his waist your feet still dripping wet.

He carries you in to the master bedroom laying you down on the soft bed legs apart. He slips his fingers back into your soaking entrance making you moan and spread your legs wider into a full split arousing him so much he can’t concentrate pumping his fingers in you and squeezes his cock. “I need you” he blurts desperately unable to control his urges at the pornographic sight of your legs spread completely open flat against the bed.

As he pulls his fingers out as you sit up on the edge of the bed legs spaced apart. You begin to unfasten his belt and unzip his pants as they fall he steps out of them his cock firm standing in your face.

You stand up in front of him and turn around rear facing him, hands planted firmly on the edge of the bed. You fully spread into a side split toe pointing to the ceiling. He presses his hardness against your thigh, your one leg is solid foot planted on the floor, the other leg against him. You wrap your ankle behind his head. You hear him groan in delight as he holds your ankle at his shoulder and takes his hand rubbing into your exposed mound making a moan escape your lips.

He try’s not to buck his hips against you at the sight of his fingers sliding in and out of your tight hole. He fingers you for several minutes but you don’t cum he replaces his hand on the base of his cock and eagerly presses his full length into your entrance. “Yes!” you finally cry out feeling something shift in your body. His eyes screw shut from the feeling of how tight you are on his cock in this position.

The tightness deep inside of you slightly releases on his length sliding in and out of you “Go harder on me I need it” you beg and he does, smacking his hips against you cock hitting you deeper.

You need another angle and turn your hips he releases your leg as your bring it infront of his face squeezing and turning wrapping your leg around his waist. As you turn on his cock, he lets out a gasp and almost cums at the intense feelings of your walls squeezing him at every angle. He grits his teeth determined to give you an orgasm.

You go into your new position one leg wrapped around his waist behind you with your hands holding the edge of the bed in an advanced doggy style position, he bites his lips and thrusts into you trying to get to get sweet spot that makes you moan for him, when he finds it your abs constrict and you praise him “ Yes yes yes just like that “ he's reliving even more tension in your body. “Please harder” you beg and his eyes grow wide not sure if your delicate body can withstand it, but he grips your hips empaling you on his cock, “Yes uhhh like that” you start moaning against him. After a moment he realizes you are so wound up in your head you cant even cum, he’ll have to distract you.

He slips one hand up holding your breast to pull you back harder on him, you lose more resolve moaning deeper. He keeps working you as he squeezes your breast and pinches the nipple making you gasp. He reaches his other hand between your legs and starts strumming your clit making you mentally unhinge finally enjoying the feeling of him pounding his cock into you. You moan ‘yes’ repeatedly feeling closer to an orgasm.

He lifts your thigh from around his waist holding it steady and does the same with the other so you are in a full split on him legs balanced in his hands as your elbows rest on the bed. He pulls your thighs to his hips using your entire body as leverage pounding into you until you are screaming “ Yes Yes Please Please Don’t Stop”

You squeeze his cock hard as you come undone moaning his name as you feel your core snap and flutter on him, an unending cycle of moans erupting from your throat. He groans in pleasure your walls so tight it physically forces him to ejaculate. His ropes of cum spill into you as you both moan together on his final thrusts rocking you slower until he stops.

His breaths are ragged as he releases you one legs one at a time, you collapse forward onto the edge of the bed unable to move panting heavily against the cover.

“Come rest here” he says going to pull the covers down. You struggle to crawl up into the sheets legs trembling from how he took you so powerfully. You lay face first on the pillow breathing slowing until you pass out. He comes around to check on you, fixing your position so you are more comfortable laying you on your side and pulling the covers to your chest.

He puts his boxers on and heads to his desk full of inspiration writing you a letter to have it sent with two dozen red roses during the night of your recital to show how much he loves you and is amazed by your talents even though he is unable to attend. He seals the letter in and envelope and closes it in his desk.

He heads to the kitchen to cook for you knowing you will be famished. He opens your handwritten recipe book scanning for something simple he can make, settling on potato leek soup.

It takes him over an hour but finally he lifts the wooden spoon through a silky thick broth tasting it bringing a smile to his face, he fills two bowls and goes to wake you.

“Honey wake up you need to eat something before you sleep for the night “ he says gently setting your bowl down on the night stand.

You rouse completely confused eyes squinting

“How long was I alsleep?” you ask. He smiles sitting in his reading chair eating from his bowl. “It took me an hour to make this.“ he says bashfully.

You look over to the soup cooling on the night stand “Oh honey.. you cooked for me thank you I’m so sorry I fell asleep again, I’ll be better after the recital I promise.”

He just smiles at you warmly, pleased with himself for giving you what you really wanted more than anything before your recital, an orgasm.

~*End*~

[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

Ooh ok. I'm glad I could be your first MM ask! How would the Meister be with a partner who's on the shier side when it comes to romance? But very physically and verbally affectionate in private? How would he handle them being a little more reluctant or uncomfortable with grand, sweeping gestures in public?

"Private Performances" Music Meister x Reader

Oooooo yes yes! I can't tell, is Music Meister a popular character for writing? I feel like he's a bit like Killer Croc- not the most popular but his fans are very into him. Also ya'll like an s/o/reader that's shy, huh?

TW: implications of mind/body control via mm's powers

Be prepared for every room you walk into, he's the light and the star of the show. Because of shyness, maybe that's a good thing! He'll take away a bit of it from you. And yet you're still on the edge of the stage light... So you still might get attention that's overwhelming. Just ask if you need a breather and he'll make sure it's quiet for you.

He will go for PDA because he loves cheesy romantic gestures, but he'll do his best to pull it back in for you if that's too much. Holding your hand or a small kiss on the cheek. Mostly he just wants to be near you and have that confirmation that you aren't like. Embarrassed to be seen with him. That's a genuine fear! He was that nerd in high school who got asked out as a joke! Well. Until he started to sing, but that was a darker chapter in the whole thing-

The point is, you make sure he knows you're into him in public even in a small way, he's happy. In private... Oh, the way he falls ever deeper under your spell. You could ask him for almost anything when you give him all that affection at the end of a hard day. In some ways, he likes how special it is that you "save" this for him, like a private performance.

He might teasingly use his powers to steal a kiss if he's feeling some kind of way. Either a little jealous or needing a pick-me-up. He won't do it in public or anything untoward/unseemly. No, he learned his lesson on trying to force affections with his powers. Yet if you're into that... well, he could make it work.

As for not liking sweeping huge gestures- To clarify, this is not a problem as in a deal-breaker. It is a problem in the sense that being a showboat is written into his DNA. He will try to remember. He will do his best. Clarence is also just flighty enough that he'll forget, do a grand thing as a surprise and then remember with abject horror that you don't like that. He's like. Popping balloons and telling dancers to get lost in an almost comical manner because OH BLAST IT, he forgot AGAIN- PLEASE FORGIVE HIM.

He'll write songs for you, playing on a keyboard in your living room. Casual clothing, his glasses off, his eyes looking at you in that goofy lovestruck way... I headcanon my version of Clarence Rinette has synesthesia, seeing blots of colors in his mind depending upon the sound. He coordinates these songs for you in coordination to pastels. Soft colors that remind him of those feelings for you. Verses of devotion, vulnerable and at your hands.

[depravitymoon]

The Bucci Gang React to S/O’s twerking

((Author's note: Just to clarify, it's not the poly Bucci Gang. It's each individual reacting to their S/O's dancing.))

((Warning: Aged Up characters, Everyone Lives AU, twerking, female reader.))

The Scenario:

You guys are having a small party. You get tipsy/drunk and start twerking to the music. How it looks.

Bruno

He tries to be mature about this, but you make it hard (pun intended). He's quite impressed. Seeing drunk girls twerk isn’t new, but your dance style is on another level! Then he notices you’re hopping and dancing towards him. You grind on his crotch and he immediately holds your hips still. He loudly says, “Okay Y/N. I think that’s enough.” but then he whispers, “Lets take this somewhere private”.

Giorno

The typically suave cool-headed blonde is now a shivering mess. He makes an audible gulp and grips his chair, not able to handle so much ass in his face. Everyone was shocked, not predicting their fearless Don would react this way. You giggle, asking if Don Giovanna has ever been seduced like this. He shakes his head, “Not like this. You’ve....made quite an impression.”

Trish

Just to be goofy, she took out some money and made it rain on you, which encouraged you to do some head-turning dance moves. She wasn’t laughing now, just dumbfounded. You offer to give her some lessons. She declines, joking that she can't jiggle her pancake butt.  “Nonsense!” you laugh. You get up and slap her ass. Then, you teach her how to swish her hips around, telling her how sexy she looks.

 

Abbacchio

You twerk your way towards him and bounce that ass near his lap. Abbacchio sighs and shakes his head. A few drinks in your system got you acting like this? Tsk tsk. You’re such a ball of energy. You pout at his reaction and stopped. “I didn’t say stop”. At his words, you laugh and continue. He’s such a dumb tsundere, but you love him!

Narancia

He's completely mesmerized by your dancing. And your ass. He's so mesmerized by you that he didn't realize you were grinding against him. You stood stilll, thinking you took it too far. Then, you felt Narancia's hands gripping your waist. Both of you are great dancers, so you sway your hips to the beat. That is, until simple sways became strong gyrations. That's when Bruno steps in and stops you two from further dry-humping. You realize Bruno had a point, so you drag Narancia to somewhere more private.

Mista

Mista wolf whistles at you. He compliments your ass and gives it a smack. "You got a nice ass too, babe! How about a dance battle?" you ask him, but he declines....at first! Once he got drunk, Mista starts the twerk battle. The rest of the gang is laughing or trying not to laugh. You jokingly declare Mista the winner, then asks "How about you back that ass up?" To be funny and sexy, you grind on Mista while he twerks against you. Trish made a video of it.

Fugo

The biggest stuttering mess. “Y/N?!” His eyes are the size of plates. Not only did he not think you twerked, you never told him you were so good at it. He tries to resist the allure. His girlfriend is drunk and jiggles her buttocks, what’s the big deal? That did not work. He was so close to popping a boner that he had to leave. You chase after him, yelling how sorry you were for making him uncomfortable. He pulls you into a hug, assuring you that everything’s fine. “Could you show me your dance again at home?” he asks. Feeling his little friend poking you, you know exactly what he means.

[shimmerystyles]

Skate to me, baby. - Harry x Ice Skater!Y/N

Summary: Harry is dragged to private ice skating lessons by his very controlling girlfriend Maisy. After their first lesson, Harry finds himself mesmerized by Y/N practicing after their lesson. An awkward first encounter turning into a sappy love story? Wilder things have happened.

word count: 1.6k

a/n: welcome to my first series! i'm not sure how many parts I want this to be, however, I am so so so excited that I am finally doing this! i've had this idea for awhile but i'm excited to write this! lets hope you all hold me accountable! hehe

warnings: nothing? maybe a swear or two?

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"Maisy, I forgot my water bottle. One sec." Harry cuts himself off as he watches a girl skate around to one of his songs.

'Who is this girl?' Harry thought to himself, watching the girl spin in the air and land so gracefully.

Y/N abruptly halts herself as she sees someone watching her from the stands. "Sorry this is a closed rehearsal." She says skating herself closer, slowing herself down as she recognizes the boy watching her.

"HARRY! LETS GO!" Maisy yells from the arena entrance.

He shakes his head as if breaking from a trance.

"Sorry about that, maybe next time I'll have a chance to view. See you around Ms.-"

"Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N"

He smiles. "Good to meet you, Y/N. I'm Harry. See you around."

You walked into the arena, skates over your shoulder, gym bag on the other one and you made your way to the locker room to get dressed for your rehearsal for regionals.

You prided yourself on being self-coached. It wasn't something most skaters did as it didn't get them opportunities like competing but you had made a name for yourself through social media and had an agent that signed you up and got you invites for competitions. Regionals is around the corner and you were nervous as usual but today was just a run through of your routine a few times, as well as get your content for the upcoming weekend.

"Yes, Maisy! Harry, keep marching in place! You look great!"

Harry rolled his eyes as he was marching with his arms out as his girlfriend broke out a huge smile at the instructor.

"Come on, is this really all we're going to do? I know the basics already, sir." Harry protested as he continued to move his arms in circles.

"Babe, don't start. Sorry, Mr. Cavalier, I don't know why he's acting this way." Maisy bats her eyes and Harry rolls his once again.

"Not a problem, Miss Willis. I know the basics are tedious but there apart of the lesson plan we have agreed upon and unfortunately, I can't skip steps."

The clock hits 3 o'clock. Lesson over.

You walked up to the stands near the exit and start getting your skates on, watching the couple on the ice skating over to the carpeted exit.

"Thanks again, Mr. Cavalier!" Maisy winked. "Please, call me Mark." He cups the small of her back and you roll your eyes. Mark was flirty sure, but, in front of this girls boyfriend? Come on.

"Yeah, Mark. See you next week." Harry spat and Mark pulled his arm away right away.

You watched them walk off the ice and took your opportunity to take to the carpet to get yourself ready to go. You had the remote that controlled the music in your hands and pressed play. 'She' by Harry Styles was your song for regionals. You knew the judges were a younger group this round and if you didn't take home first place, at least you'd go home with people's choice.

You started your routine and shut your focus on the surrounding sounds off. Your mind stuck to the ice, your footwork and the natural glide of your body on the ice.

"Maisy, I forgot my water bottle. One sec." Harry cuts himself off as he watches a girl skate around to one of his songs.

'Who is this girl?' Harry thought to himself, watching the girl spin in the air and land so gracefully.

Y/N abruptly halts herself as she sees someone watching her from the stands. "Sorry this is a closed rehearsal." She says skating herself closer, slowing herself down as she recognizes the boy watching her.

"HARRY! LETS GO!" Maisy yells from the arena entrance.

He shakes his head as if breaking from a trance.

"Sorry about that, maybe next time I'll have a chance to view. See you around Ms.-"

"Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N"

He smiles. "Good to meet you, Y/N. I'm Harry. See you around."

He walks off and leaves you with a red flush on your face. You go back to your routine and Harry takes one more look over at you, a small smile forming as you turn and move so perfectly.

"Damn." He says to himself.

"HARRY LETS GO! WE'RE GONNA BE LATE FOR DINNER!"

Harry turns back around to his very, very impatient girlfriend and leave the arena with Maisy talking nonsense to him as he follows behind, his mind stuck on the skater he's just met. He's never been so mesmerized before, especially by someone who he'd only had a 2 minute interaction with.

"HARRY."

He shakes his head. "Yeah, Mais?"

"Pay attention, we've got a big dinner tonight! My parents are expecting us to show up and show out. Got it?" She looks down at her phone, ticking away with those long acrylic nails she always has.

Harry hates those nails.

As he turns to look out the window, his mind wanders back to Y/N. He smiles to himself as he watches the road fly by.

--

"Y/N, darling. That's exquisite!" Your agent, Liza came up to the carpet and you skated over to her as she continued your praises.

"Now, you're obligated to be at an event tonight. You'll meet the donors for this competition and I expect you to be dressed and address these people well. I know you won't disappoint me, you never do." She pats your arm and you nod agreeing with her.

"Yes of course, I will be on my best behaviour." You flash a smile.

"Good girl. I'll see you tonight. Don't skate too long now." She winks and walks off, leaving you to skate around for awhile longer.

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You adjust your dress as you exit the town car, staring at the entrance to the gala. Swallowing the lump in your throat to avoid any voice cracks, you take a deep breath and make your way inside.

Immediately you're greeted at the entrance, everyone congratulating you on qualifying for regionals. You nod and give your thanks but quickly rush yourself out of there. You weren't the social type and any event like this you were ready to go as fast as you arrived.

"Hey, Y/N!" Another skater waves you down and you start to walk over to them, but not before bumping into someone as you get distracted by another person calling you over.

"HEY! WATCH IT!" A high pitched voice squeals. You whip yourself around and see it's the same girl from the skating rink.

"I'm so so sorry! I wasn't paying attention!" She holds her hand out to you. "Just watch yourself next time, weirdo." She turns back to the guy she's with and hooks arms with him again. He turns his head and you catch his gaze.

"Y/N?" he smiles. The girl looks up at Harry and gives him furrowed brows, gripping his arm more. "You KNOW this girl?" She spits. You rub your arm, feeling the anxiety grow.

"Yeah babe, she skates at the same arena we take lessons at. She was doing a routine to one of my songs." He warmly smiles at you and you feel your cheeks growing warmer.

"Hmm. That's nice I guess" She says, eyeing you up and down.

"I-I should go, my friends are waiting." You turn and you feel Harry's gaze piercing into your back.

"Enjoy your night, Y/N." He says as you fast walk away from the two. Maisy slaps Harry's arm and he rubs his arm in pain. "What was that for, Mais?"

"Keep your eyes on me, Harry. You're mine."

He rolls his eyes. "I'm not property, Maisy." He brushes her arm off and walks to their table. Maisy stares at him, fists clenched, grumbling behind him to the table.

"Hey, Y/N! Ignore her, that's Maisy Willis. Her dad is some big shot donor but she's a total nepotism princess."

You just shrugged and took a sip of your water.

"Ladies and Gentleman, thank you for being here tonight to celebrate the qualifiers, their coaches, and sponsors. It's going to be a wonderful evening ahead."

You sighed softly.

Only 4 more hours to go.

As more and more suited up men and well dressed women came up to make meaningless speeches, you felt yourself start to get antsy.

"I'm gonna go to the bar and grab a drink, want anything?" You ask your seat mate. "Whatever you're having, thanks." You nod and get up to go to the bar.

"And speaking of incredible qualifiers, there's one standing now! Miss Y/N Y/L/N! One of the best in the country!"

The spotlight hits your face and you squint in surprise but flash a shy smile as the audience cheers and claps for you. You just wave and hope the attention will move from you as soon as possible.

"Miss Y/L/N, it's a pleasure to have you here tonight."

You nod and mouth a thank you as the speaker changes his subject again. You breathe out heavily as you had been holding your breath the whole time out of fear. This was not your scene and that definitely warranted you a drink or eight.

"Two Somersby's please." You say as you approach the bar.

"Make it three." A voice behind you cuts in. You turn and it's Harry once again, this time unaccompanied.

"Soooo, best in the country, huh?" He smirks.

You rub your arm. "One of the best I suppose... but I don't see myself that way. I can always improve." You turn to face the crowd, Harry coming up to you, leaning on the bar. "From what I saw, you were pretty."

Your eyes widened and he coughed. "Perfect. Pretty perfect. You know your, your technique." He rubs the back of his head and you were convinced your face was red.

"T-thanks." You say shyly.

"Three Somersby's, Mr. Styles." He grabs his and shot you a wink.

"See you next week, Ms. Y/L/N"

"Next week?" You ask confused.

"My lessons with Maisy. Hope I run into you again." He smiles and raises his glass. "Cheers."

As he walks away you feel like your hearts falling into your stomach.

This is going to be a weird season.

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woop woop TIME FOR A FULL ON SERIES KIDDOS!

I'm so excited about this!!

next part will be out soon!<3 (and will be longer :D)

[musichouse]

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Pedri x Black Reader - Our Secret Part 9/10

The end is near 😫

The story of Marcella and Pedri. As students of the most prestigious high schools in the country, the two are very focused on developimg their indvidual talents. Marcella has music whilst Pedri has football. However, worlds collide when Pedri's secret is revealed, he has diabetes.

Enjoy!

"Mi queridaaa!!!"

He could not escape it. Everywhere he went someone was playing it on a loop, a video of Pedri, half naked, singing in front of his bathroom mirror.

"Mi corazoooon!!!!" They teased, his own teammates. "I mean your voice is really good Gonzalez, but why the pink underwear?" They laughed. And laughed. To a point where Pedri wanted to bury his head below the football pitch just to smother the noise.

"How could she do this to me?" He groaned. They were in the locker room, preparing for the last training session before Saturday's game. Pedri however, found no way to get his head in the right place, having a slight mental breakdown.

"Are you sure it was Marcella who spread it?" Pablo asked, not as amused by the video as his teammates were.

"Who else?" Pedri said, running a hand down his annoyed face. "The video is a screen recording of a facetime call that Marcella and I had a couple of weeks ago. I had no idea that she was filming me." He was embarrassed, and angry for being embarrassed.

"M...maybe you should find her. Talk to her, you know?"

"Oh, I'll find her." Pedri assured.

Marcella was in the middle of rehearsals when Pedri stromed into the auditorium, face flushed red.

"Gonzalez, to why do I owe the pleasure?" Señor Garcia did not seem bothered by Pedri's sudden interruption of his lesson. The girls on the other hand....

"I came to talk to Marcella." He said.

"Pedri?" She frowned. "What's going on?"

"You tell me. You're the one who's been spreading that video of me singing your song."

"I..."

She was interrupted by her friends as they struggled to restrain their giggles. "Mi queridaaa." They teased.

"Ladies." Señor Garcia shut them up with a stern look.

"Pedri I'm sorry." Marcella stepped forward. "I don't know how...."

"It doesn't matter how. Why would you record our private conversations?"

"I..." She stuttered. "I thought it was adorable and just wanted to keep the video as a memory. I've must have forwarded it to someone accidentally, but it's not a big deal Pedri, you sounded really good."

"Marcella, who cares how I sounded, I was half naked in that video. Everyone in school has seen it, everyone in town. "

Her friends laughed, louder this time. Marcella ignored them and only looked to Pedri. "Look I really am sorry, but who cares what everyone in school thinks, why do you care so much about what everybody thinks of you Pedri?"

His eyes widened, a bit stunned. Her words cut deep, perhaps because they were true.

"I mean you really shouldn't care." She mumbled

His eyes squinted. "You've told people, haven't you?"

"Told people what?"

"You know what!" He snapped.

"Gonzalez." Señor Garcia rose from the piano, indicating that Pedri should calm down. But how could he be calm? His girlfriend had betrayed him in every kind of way. He looked to Marcella, nothing but ill will in his eyes. "I'm sorry but you and me....it's not working"

"Pedri?"

Marcella's friends gasped.

"Gonzalez?" Even señor Garcia seemed taken aback.

Pedri ignored them all, and couldn't careless as he stomped out of the auditorium.

***********************************************

"So, you broke up with her. Just like that?" Pablo appeard confused. It was odd having him back in the passengers seat as they rode home in Pedri's car.

"She betrayed me."

"By leaking the video?"

"That and telling everyone my secret."

"Which is?"

Pedri turned to his friend, not sure why Pablo appeared to suddenly question him.

"She told people that I like to sing, okay. No one was supposed to know that about me.

"Man." Pablo gestured dismissively with his hand. "That's no secret, everybody knows that. For as long as I've known you you've been going off in the locker room showers after every training." He laughed. "Even coach knows that you've got good pipes. What's this really about Pedri?"

He was onto him. Why was everyone suddenly ready to interrogate him?

"I get it." Pablo nodded.

"You do?"

"Yeah, you're nervous."

"I am?"

"Yes, about the game on Saturday. Now that you've got teams like Sevilla scouting you, you're anxious about your performance on the pitch."

"Right..."

"I say don't worry about it." He shrugged. "Play like you always do."

"Like I always do?"

Perhaps it was the game that was getting to him. There were more scouts coming,  coach told Pedri this after the days training. It was other big clubs, clubs that also may be interested in fulfillung Pedri's life long dream of becoming a professinal football player. Everything had to be perfect.

"Maybe you shouldn't have dumped her..." Pablo mumbled as he gazed out of open car window, the wind stirring his hair.

"Marcella?" Pedri muttered, a jab of guilt as he realized what he had done.

"I mean, she was annoying." Pablo second.  "And I stand by believing that she has symptoms for insanity, however...." He had difficulty getting the words out, as if it was causing him pain to say them out loud. "She did seem to make you happy, no?"

Pedri sighed, his skull knocking back against the headrest. "Puta."

Saturday came around and only then did Pedri understand the weight that was on his shoulders. There were  alot of people cheering for him, more than usual. Coach had him shaking several hands before kick off. It was mostly former Estudios Filántropos players who wanted to congratulate him on his success. Even Pedri's family was in the crowd, his parents and Fernando. They were all cheering for him, but where was Marcella?

"Pass the ball Pedri, what's the matter with you?"

His head snapped back into the game. Neither of the teams had scored, making the players and coaches desperate as they played well into the second half. Pedri had the ball at his feet, expecting to pass it to Pablo who was clear of all of the opposite teams defenders. However, Pedri fumbled, failing to make the assist. His head kept shifting towards the right, then the left, searching the crowd, searching the crowd for her.

"Gonzalez!" His coach called out from the sidelines. He gestured that Pedri's time on the pitch was up, that he should make the switch.

"No." Pedri protested. Controversial to the crowd as he refused to step off when told to.

"Gonzalez!"

"No!" He shouted. He was feeling great. They were well into the second half and he could neither feel or was suffering from any kind of fatigue. His insulin levels had been stable ever since he started taking the right amount of shots. It was really thanks to her that he was able to play for this long. "Where are you Marcella?" His eyes continued to search the crowd, desperate to find her, to know that she came for him, because if she did there was a chance that she could forgive him for his mistake.

"Hey man, are you okay?"

The game was slowing down all of a sudden. Pedri's mind getting clouded. Pablo who ran beside him had noticed this, uttering his concerns.

"No." Pedri groaned as it all hit him at once, the chest pain, along with the shivers and cramping of his muscles. He was having a seizure.

"Hey, stay with me! Stay with me....."

Pedri's body hit the ground as he fell back. The screams of his friend was the last thing he remebers, as well as the beating of his heart. It was slowing down.

"For fuck sakes Pedri, don't do this to me!"

He wanted to laugh, laugh at the distress that he was causing his friend. Pablo had tears in his eyes. "Stay with me. Come on Pedri, stay with me." He was his best friend and a true Filántropos. Pedri should start calling him for who he was. He was Gavi now.

"Gavi?"

"Yes?"

Pedri's voice was so faint. His mouth had began to dry. "Tell Marcella...."

"Yes?"

"Tell Marcella...."

He wanted to tell her so many things. So many things. Unfortunately, with that thought, things went dark for him. No time to make things right. No time left to regret.

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[coralpolyp]

The Complete Works Vol 1: Finding the Flow

Wide version of the book cover I threw together in Procreate for this fic at the time - there's another version which is arranged to fit a Wattpad cover

Welcome to The Complete Works! This is a two-part archival project I'm doing, where I gather together every piece of unreleased Splatoon writing I've ever done that does not pertain to an ongoing project, and put it all up publicly on AO3, alongside my own personal reflection on it, both over there and over here - what worked, what didn't, why I didn't finish it, and how it influenced what came after it. And I mean everything - full multi-chapter sequences, half-written chapters, plot outlines, one-sentence headcanons, and French revision, it's all here.

Finding the Flow

Started: 9th October 2022 (Earliest dated work in private)/20th December 2022 (First chapter posted to AO3)

Abandoned: 14th February 2023 (Last AO3 update)/29th June 2023 (Final attempt to work on it in private)

The fic itself: AO3

Unused content/Complete Works: AO3

It feels like it's been much longer than it actually has been, but this is the first piece of fanfiction I ever wrote - and the first one I ever gave up on too! I had original writing experience outside of school prior to this, but it was my first time working in a fandom, and my first time posting anything online.

This one was supposed to be a prequel/origin story with Marina as the protagonist, beginning at the end of Splatoon and ending with the beginning of Splatoon 2. I got the urge to start this not long after having watched the absolutely phenomenal Takotsubo Heartbeat, and also having just finished Better Call Saul. It goes without saying that I was in love with the ethos that both stories shared - that of taking intriguing but underdeveloped characters from an existing story, and building an unexpected and compelling backstory for them, which sheds new light on the source material without ever retconning or contradicting it - you never would have imagined that these characters had suffered so much when looking at the source material, because not even the people who created it imagined that - but once you see it it makes too much sense to look away.

Finding the Flow was a flawed, if noble, attempt at picking up what Takotsubo Heartbeat was putting down, and exploring Marina's life as an illegal refugee just trying to have a music career. Maybe I would have succeeded if I finished this one, but when I look back on what I wrote I find it rather hard to read, it's just not very good.

I had a very hard time writing the opening to this one, given how tricky the tone was to nail down - lesbian fluff, xenophobia, break ups, and killing someone don't usually need to occupy the same story, but here we are. I had this one fully plotted, and to this day I can somewhat applaud myself for the overall flow of it when I look back - there was some quite bold and satisfying payoffs, such as the police station scene, the breakup, and the big fight, but even at the time I was acutely aware of the sheer lack of meaningful character arcs outside of Marina herself. I feel like this was before I actually enjoyed writing, and it was more fun to daydream about it in lessons than it was to actually write it. It took me a long time to realise that being an "idea guy" isn't good enough - anyone can do that, the people that get remembered are the people who put in the work to make it real themselves - which still isn't quite as applicable to myself as I'd like it to be.

Once the daydreaming ended, and I burned myself out on caring about Off the Hook, this fic was as good as dead. One of the few subplots this fic actually had ended up being expanded into its own thing, All My Favourite Songs, which I also never finished! I feel like I still occasionally pic plot ideas from this thing's corpse whenever I'm going near similar subject material, and in my head I still treat most of what I had planned for Marina as canonical - not that that matters because she's only had one speaking role in my work since then.

What happens in it:

Marina narrowly escapes from Octo Valley, getting wounded in the process. She journeys aimlessly, (as did I as an author) in search of where the Inklings live, infatuated with the Squid Sisters and their song. To keep herself company (and asa bandaid solution to the fact that there is not a single other character for like 8 chapters), she makes the Squid Sisters her imaginary friends, albeit with their personalities completely wrong as she has never heard them speak before - it is then revealed in a flashback that this tendency towards imaginary friends and other such childlike behaviour is a result of military recruitment at an early age, and premature repression of such tendencies.

She spots the Inkopolis skyline from atop Mount Nantai, but has to hide when an Inkling Girl (Pearl) climbs up, screams a whole bunch, and then leaves.

Marina is fascinated, and regrets not confronting her. She decides to camp out near the observation deck until the girl returns, during which time she records the Ebb and Flow demo on a beat-up keyboard - the only thing she took with her, revealed to have been a gift from her Sergeant - a woman fiercely loyal to the regime, albeit with a more sympathetic and supportive approach to leadership, which brings with it a misguided and self-righteous sense of knowing what's best for everyone, better than they know themselves.

The Octarian forces catch up to Marina, and a firefight breaks out at dusk. She fends them off and retreats down the mountain, accidentally bumping into Pearl again - literally.

What would have happened next:

(This is abridged, the full version is here)

Feeling guilty about her usual abrasive tendencies, Pearl takes the paranoid and distressed person with weird hair speaking a different language home with her to try and help her out, not knowing what Octarians are. Marina plays her the Ebb and Flow tape, and they form a band.

Later, when her Inklish is much better and they're working on their debut album, Marina sees a wanted poster of her own likeness in downtown Inkopolis, put up by someone who is apparently wary of the "Octarian menace". Knowing she is now being hunted down by both her former allies and the people of Inkopolis she is trying to assimilate with causes her a great deal of distress, which Pearl notices, but never gets an adequate or truthful explanation for. She processes her emotions through writing more personal songs and going for long walks at dusk.

During their debut gig in a small lounge, Marina impulsively sings in Octarian on the last song, which gives her a deeper connection to the lyrics and makes her performance incredibly moving. From then on she always sings in Octarian.

The next morning, Marina is arrested, and has a humiliating experience at the police station at the hands of Octarian-hating police officers. The man pressing charges interrogates her personally, and identifies himself as the author of the wanted poster and an audience member of the gig - Craig Cuttlefish. The interrogation is interrupted by his grand-daughter Marie barging in and urging him to drop the case, saying that he's taking his NSS duties way too far. He does so upon learning that Marina likes the Inkantation. Marie sponsors Marina's residency in Inkadia, and they are both given a mountain of paperwork to do.

Marie and Callie take Marina out of for coffee, and offer to kickstart Off the Hook's career - pushing for them to be signed to the same record label as them, recommending them to their producer, Shy-Ho-Shy, and letting them open for their next concert, where they perform their debut single Ebb and Flow, which is released the same day.

While preparing for said concert, Marina discovers a homeless community of Octarian refugees one night - they had followed in Marina's footsteps, but received no support from Inkling Society on arrival. Marina realises that she has nothing to give them, despite her life of luxury, as all of it actually belongs to Pearl - they warn her that she is no better off than them, but she does not understand. When she gets home, Pearl and Marina begin dating. As the relationship goes on, Pearl becomes more uneasy with Marina's inability to tell her who she is and where she comes from.

The relationship is not made public until their second concert. Pearl tries to kiss Marina on the lips on stage, without her prior consent to the stunt, which angers her greatly.

Later, Pearl discovers Marina's paperwork, which includes mention of her having been arrested at one point. Marina still fails to explain anything, and they agree to break up, with the band going on hiatus and Marina leaving the house with nowhere to go.

She returns to the homeless community, which she discovers has been completely wiped out by her former sergeant, who is disgusted by her betrayal of the Octarian regime. Penniless and alone in a individualist society which doesn't want her and has little to no welfare provisions, she almost accepts, but ultimately refuses, doing battle with the sergeant and killing her when left no other choice.

Marina goes on to live a meagre life in hiding, DJing under a pseudonym, producing for Harmony, and crashing at Marie's apartment every night, sleeping in a room that used to belong to Callie, who has now gone missing.

Dissatisfied with her creative output without Marina, and aware of the ggrowing legend around the band's sudden disappearance, Pearl tracks Marina down and Off the Hook is reformed. Together they complete and release their debut album, and are hired to host Inkopolis News.

For more, read Finding the Flow or The Complete Works

[beautifulpersonpeach]

Have we reached the limits of the multi-label hybe system, at least for Korea-based music label subsidiaries? It seems like their ecosystem within the company is massively strained

***

You sent me this ask weeks ago and I drafted a lengthy response with links that Tumblr glitch-deleted. After the court’s decision today, I feel this is a good time to try answering this again. At least in an abridged way.

Short answer: yes.

There are many things this case with MHJ has exposed and confirmed about HYBE, all of which are unsavoury. In a way, maybe we were expecting too much that a company like BigHit, that until 4 years ago was fully private and wasn’t held to the standards of a publicly traded company, and was ruled under the sole authority of one man, wouldn’t struggle to adjust not just to the expectations of shareholder management, but also to a multi-label system where authority was shared among sub-label CEOs and protected from Bang Sihyuk.

He wanted to create a label like Sony (which owns labels like RCA Records and Columbia Records that operate independently), but he clearly lacks the restraint and wherewithal to manage such an enterprise. For a couple of reasons I think:

1. He’s operated as a law unto himself for too long to manage such an abrupt change. In my opinion, the way HYBE chose to handle this case, from the very beginning, showed a reckless disregard for safeguarding shareholder value. In short, he managed this fiasco as though HYBE/BigHit were still a private company, not the most capitalized company on the KRX. That was the first indication to me that this dispute was not merely business, it was/is very personal, and to use shareholder assets to pursue his vendetta is infinitely irresponsible. He’s shown he’s not capable of managing the sort of business he wants to create.

2. He cannot tell his shareholders that sub-labels are independent with full creative freedom, and then backtrack on that when he feels like it or when he personally falls out with a sub-label CEO. Even more to that point, if he’s going to choose to remain tightly controlling of some labels and not others, he will foster a toxic competitive environment between labels. All that does is create an army of “yes men” in a system that in theory is created to combat exactly that, and there is no way that’s sustainable for multi-labels to thrive. It seems he didn’t really understand this point. His approach would’ve led to a conflict of this nature sooner or later, that it’s happened within 5 years of him implementing it is something of a small miracle.

Korea is a very hierarchal society that’s prone to rewarding sycophancy over merit. Call it a hazard of Korea’s potent mix of Confucianism and Capitalism. It works fine for companies where responsibility for every group’s success is perceived to be shared by everyone in the company led under the same management, but unless a company adopts the mindset of full independence and merit above all else, a multi-label system is near impossible to implement. It’s why companies like JYP Entertainment instead have ‘sub-divisions’ that manage groups but it’s still under one management and the hierarchy is clear.

Until this point, I assumed HYBE (aka Bang PD) indeed believed the mantras he was chanting, but he’s revealed himself to be no more enlightened than the typical Korean male chaebol. A company like HYBE that has exclusive rights to manage BTS - the golden goose that will always generate enough ‘fuck you money’ to last a couple generations at least - can afford to pay lip service to their multi-label system for as long as BTS remains with them. After this MHJ case, Bang PD will learn the wrong lessons and will look to exercise even more control over the sub-labels.

A multi-label system can only be successful if there’s a radical shift in mindset away from what is typical in Korea. Until now I thought HYBE had managed that, but this MHJ dispute has shown that was never the case. It’s a shame.

[munsonology]

Have you seen Palm Springs? You know how he like joke dances to get near her and flirt with her? I feel like some version of Eddie would 100% do that if not for a love interest for a friend or maybe both idk

I haven’t seen Palm Springs but I’m adding it to my watch list!

I can kinda imagine this based on other movies I’ve seen so I think I know what you’re saying and I can do see Eddie doing this.

You’re at Joyce and hoppers wedding, the dance floor is full of people. Eddie can’t keep his eyes off you in your bridesmaid dress and all night he’s imagined how you’d look walking down the aisle toward him.

That is if he can get a first date.

He squeezes between people dancing, doing his own goofy version of the electric slide until he gets next to you. You’re mid step when he turns the wrong way and you bump chests together.

“Eddie! You’re supposed to turn right!” You shout above the music.

“I did!”

“The other right!”

His two left feet work against him. You can’t help but laugh seeing him so out of place. You grab hold of his hips and guide him through the dance, turning him right and telling him when to step.

“So, do you give private lessons?” Eddie asks cheekily.

“Ask me again after the movie.”

Eddie’s clammy hands hold yours. “It’s a date sweetheart.”