#disposable chatroom

[tinyevelyn]

Heyy guyss I made a disposable chatroom!!

#tiny rambles #chatroom #disposable chatroom #ye

[brighteststar707]

Daydreams

I’ve been trying to get used to writing again, so I thought I’d be self-indulgent and write about kissing my number one boy.

✦ Saeyoung x Reader (set during his route)

✦ Words: 1607

✦  Genre: Fluff

Here’s the thing: Seven really wants to kiss you.

Here’s the problem: he’s stuck in his dungeon of an office, a safe (but frustrating) distance away. Here’s another problem: he isn’t supposed to be kissing anyone, or even thinking about kissing anyone. As Vanderwood has reminded him several times, attachments are dangerous.

Even so, he wants to kiss you when you shamelessly flirt with him in the chatrooms and join in on his ridiculous pranks. He wonders what your smile would feel like pressed against his lips. It’s a good thing you can’t see how hard you make him blush.

Once or twice, you’ve called him up late at night and, in a tone more serious than he’s ever heard from you, told him that you hoped he was taking care of himself. How was he supposed to say that you’re in more danger than you think (thanks to him) and that he’d work himself to the point of exhaustion rather than see you get hurt?

He doesn’t. He does tell you a joke about how he’s the invincible God Seven, but even over the phone he can tell that you’re not convinced. When he hangs up, he rubs his aching eyes and wonders if you’d hold him if he asked nicely. If you’d kiss his temples and tell him that this headache, this stress, this exhaustion will pass.

It gets worse once he starts obsessively watching the cameras. He stares at his screen so intensely that he starts to see it behind his eyelids when he closes his eyes. It’s all worth it, though, for the glimpses he catches of you when you leave the apartment. Surely, you must know that he’s always watching for you, because you often take the time to wave at the camera before you go. A little sign, just for him. It gives him butterflies every time you do it.

It’s a problem. He is supposed to be focusing on protecting you, and instead he’s fantasizing about what it would be like to be in that apartment with you. No hacking, no bomb, no threats. He’d be the Seven you like, not the liar Luciel who keeps nasty secrets. You’d still talk to him the way you do now, maybe with more cheeky flirting and less concern. 

Instead of obsessively watching the camera footage for the off chance that he’d get to see you for a second, he’d be there, sharing space with you. Maybe you’d mention that you’re out of groceries, that you needed to go out for more. And instead of staring at the screen intensely like he does, he’d walk you to the door.

Maybe, just maybe, he’d kiss you goodbye. He’d cup your face between his hands (you wouldn’t mind that the skin on his palms was callused), and gently bring you close to him. You’d smile at him, that smile he has only managed to see once or twice so far but has imprinted in his memory. And then, he’d kiss you.

It’s all very distracting. And embarrassing when Vanderwood comes back into his study and asks him why he’s so red.

Hey, even agents can dream. 

✦✧✦✧ 

  It’s not like he has never kissed anybody before. From the beginning the agency had made it pretty clear that he was to use all the tools at his disposal in order to achieve his goals. It didn’t take him long to realize they meant his body, too.

He could probably count all the kisses he has had, if he tried. But those kisses were different from what he pictures when he thinks of you. They were stolen in dark, hazy rooms, his mind was always elsewhere, trying to get to the next step of the plan. Most of those memories don’t feel like they belong to him at all, that’s how far he has dissociated himself from them.

So, really, it doesn’t matter how many people he has kissed. Nothing has ever felt like this before. His fantasies about kissing you leave him feeling hot and fuzzy. He fixates on every detail, lingers in the moment and wonders if you feel the same way. He isn’t sure what he wants the answer to be. 

  ✦✧✦✧

It’s funny how quickly things can change.

A week ago, Seven was sitting in the safe solitude of his office. He was in his element, protecting you the best way he knew how, and fully in denial of how quickly his feelings for you were growing.

It was easy, back then, to dream up fairy tales, knowing full well just how ridiculous they were. The thought of sharing the apartment with you was outlandish enough, let alone the idea of the two of you kissing. It was all just harmless daydreaming.

Turns out, those feelings were a lot more real than he had let himself believe. You were no longer an image on a screen, a voice through a phone, but a living, breathing person. You had cute little habits he never could have guessed at before, and you were frustratingly fixated on getting close to him.

Oh, and now you’re close. So impossibly close. With your arms resting on his shoulders, hands fiddling with the hair at the base of his neck, looking at him with such certainty in your eyes.

And oh, he really wants to kiss you.  

The strange sequence of events that led up to this point is one he still can’t piece together fully. Despite everything he said and did over the past few days, you still treated him with the same kindness you had always shown him. You somehow still want him, somehow seem to like him as much as he likes you.

His own hands rest uselessly by his sides, caught somewhere between the overwhelming need for you and the fear of what will happen if he gives in.

In all his fantasies, he was perfectly in control. His head was clear, his every movement intentional. He was the one holding you close, giving you that look you’re giving him now. However, he had failed to consider the overwhelming sensations that would cloud his head in the moment itself. The scent of you surrounding him completely, the intensity of your eyes studying his face, the burning in his cheeks.

The world is shifting on its axis, and it’s a wonder he’s still standing upright. And he hasn’t even kissed you yet.

It’s in the way you play with his hair, so at ease, even in a moment like this. He isn’t sure if anyone has ever touched him like this. It’s making his stomach do somersaults and his thoughts run wild. He can’t focus on everything at once, and his gaze drops to your lips.

You smile.

That’s what does it. That smile, the one he has only seen a few times, and seen only directed at him over a pixelated CCTV feed. It breaks through the buzzing in his head and the pounding of his heart and gives him the push he has been looking for.

He cups your face in his hands (you don’t seem to mind the roughness of his palms) and pulls your face towards his. The last thing he sees before he closes his eyes is your smile.

The first kiss is something soft, experimental, your lips just moulded together. A taste.

Against his lips, he feels you hum softly. That’s all it takes for his remaining hesitancy to melt away.

Instead, it is replaced with a sense of urgency so intense that he can feel it in the back of his throat. All the fear, the loneliness, the desperation of the past few days catches up to him and he needs to make up for all the time he has lost, right now.

His hands move to the back of your head, and he pulls your face back towards him. You crash together again, this time all notions of gentleness forgotten. He kisses you hard and you nip at his lower lip until he opens for you. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he wonders if you haven’t been harbouring any fantasies of your own. Then, he feels you tug at his hair and he doesn’t think anything at all.

Where the first kiss was soft, this one is hungry. He cannot have you close enough, cannot catch his breath, cannot think about anything but you you you. His hands drop down to your waist to pull your bodies flush together. After enduring several days of self-imposed distance from each other, he relishes the feeling of you under his hands.  

When you break apart, you keep your arms around him. He’s glad. He isn’t sure what will happen if you let go of him now. You smooth out his hair where you tugged at it before, and he shivers. His hands linger on your hips, fingertips still buzzing with the thrill of touching you. Nothing feels quite real, like the colours are too bright and his skin is too sensitive to your touch.

It must show on his face, because your expression goes from giddy to concerned. “Are you alright, Seven? Was that okay?”

“Okay… Hah…” He has apparently also forgotten how to speak. There is a piece of hair that he must have messed up earlier, and he reaches out to fix it. His brain usually doesn’t have any trouble keeping up, but today it feels like he is wading through deep water, like everything takes more effort than it should. He takes a breath, allows his heart a moment to slow down.

“It’s like... I’m dreaming.”

#saeyoung unknowingly practices manifestation #mystic messenger #mystic messenger seven #mystic messenger saeyoung choi #mysme saeyoung choi #mysme seven #mysme 707 #My writing

[dionaeafl]

回路！

In Kiyoshi Kurosawa's 2001 horror film "Pulse" (known in Japanese as 回路かいろ "Kairo"), the internet isn't just a place to connect – it's a yawning abyss of loneliness, threatening to swallow any user whole. The story unfolds in Tokyo, the most populous and densely-packed city on the face of the Earth, yet where our characters feel utterly alone. This isolation fuels a supernatural horror unlike any other, where ghosts aren't confined to graveyards, but slither through the very cables promising connection.

Pulse follows several characters, their paths converging as a strange phenomenon grips the city. Many residents begin inexplicably taking their own lives, and those left behind are plagued by disturbing visions – pale, faceless figures appearing on computer screens. This imagery isn't just jump scares; it's a slow, creeping dread. The faces represent a surge of loneliness, a hollowness that spills out of the internet and into the real world.

Michi, a young woman working at a computer help desk, witnesses this firsthand. People call in, their voices laced with terror, describing the spectral encounters. The internet, supposed to bridge distances, has begun its transformation into the existential garbage disposal we know today. Meanwhile, Ryosuke, a hacker, stumbles upon a disturbing website promising a connection so complete, it erases your very existence. This website embodies the film's central fear: the internet as a Faustian bargain: it can connect you to anyone in the world instantaneously but at the cost of your sense of self and reality.

Kurosawa's cinematography is absolutely on point for the whole film. We see characters dwarfed by empty apartments, their faces illuminated by the cold glow of computer screens. The sterile hum of technology underscores the lack of human connection. The ghosts themselves are unsettling – distorted figures with vacant eyes, mirroring the emptiness they represent. The hollowness of their eyes showing clearly the yawning gap between reality and internet simulation they experienced before dying.

The film doesn't shy away from the dark side of human connection in the digital age. We see people using the internet for fleeting moments of intimacy in online chatrooms, only to be left feeling more isolated afterward. The characters yearn for connection, yet their attempts through technology only push them further away. Like a digital Chinese finger trap: the harder you try to force it, the worse you're stuck.

Pulse isn't a film that relies on gore or jump scares. It's a slow burn, a meditation on the anxieties of a hyper-connected world. It forces us to confront the chilling possibility that the very tool designed to bring us together might be driving us apart (honestly "might" isn't even necessary). Even today, the film feels eerily relevant. Social media can be a breeding ground for loneliness, with carefully curated online personas masking the emptiness underneath. A neologism for this phenomenon is "parasocial". Pulse serves as a stark reminder of the importance of face-to-face human connection in a world entirely dominated by screens. It's a film that will stay with me like Ghost in the Shell or Jin-Roh: The Wolf Brigade have.

#japanese film

[risingwiththeheatabove]

A Little Honey - Background

Pairing: Josh X Reader

Series list

Warnings for series: 18+, Alcoholism, toxic parents, domestic abuse, drug use, alcohol use, explicit sexual content, NSFW, smut, unprotected sex, fingering, oral, blood kink, praise kink, daddy kink, and probably so much more that I am forgetting

Word count 1.9 K

July 2021

It is a hot and humid July day in Nashville, though you have never been one to mind the heat. Summer days were your favorite for sitting out on your balcony with a good book and a cold drink. Todays drink of choice was a lavender lemonade mock tail. Condensation collected on the glass the second you stepped outside. Finding a shaded spot to move your chair, you settled in with your new book. You had a few hours before your shift started that afternoon at the bar.

You have been a bartending ever since you could remember. Your dad owned a bar growing up and he often relied on you to cover shifts. Completely illegal but it was such a small town and most of the patrons were unbothered by your age. Many praised you for working so young. Though you never really had a choice in the matter. Your dad was a bad alcoholic and you knew upsetting him was dangerous. He eventually lost the bar when you went to college. He blamed you for its closing. At times you felt guilty for letting him down. But as you got older and your relationship with him grew apart. You realized how toxic he was. Leaving you with nothing but childhood trauma and daddy issues.

When your parents split you went with your dad and your younger sister went with your mom. You can still picture your mom packing up the old ford truck. She took whatever she could fit. Which meant only one of her children. Your sister was 4 years old and you were 8. Your mom knew you could take care of yourself. But your sister was still to young. Or at least that is what she told you before sitting your sister in the truck and driving down the dirt driveway. She flew down it so fast a dust cloud was tossed in the air losing all visibility of the truck. That was the last time you saw your mom.

For years your parents kept you and your sister from being able to communicate. You both tried to find ways to build a relationship with one another. Following each other on social media or finding Chatrooms and forums to try and talk when you could. Eventually your mother disconnected the internet to prevent your sister from connecting with you. Until one day when you were in college you received a phone call in the middle of the night from an unknown number.

October 2015

“Hello?” You grumbled half awake.

“Y/N???” A young voice on the other end cried.

Confused you pulled your phone away from your face to check the time

12:51 am

“Who is this? Why the fuck are you calling me at midnight? Rachel this better not be you trying to prank me. You know I have a fucking exam tomorrow.” You had been up studying all night and finally just got to sleep.

“Y/N I am so sorry! But I have no one else to call. It’s me Y/N, it’s Nora.”

You were at a loss for words. Your eyes glazed over and your jaw was limp.

“I need your help! Mom just fucking left me at a truck stop with a disposable phone and the only number in it is your’s!” She was crying as she spoke.

You knew your mom was evil but this was a new low. You stumbled out of bed turning on the light and trying to steady your mind. You ran your hand through your hair nervously.

“Where are you?” You said as you slid on pants, trying to locate your shoes.

“I think I am in Illinois, somewhere outside of St. Louis. She stopped to get gas and I went to go pee. When I came back out to where the car was parked all of my stuff was laying in the empty parking space with this phone.” She quickly stated. She was clearly panicking.

“Fuck, well I am in Manhattan, Kansas so it is going to be at least 6 hours before I can get to you. Can you find somewhere safe to stay until then?” You ran out of your dorm with keys in hand. This was not ideal, and there is no way you would make it to class tomorrow. You didn’t even have somewhere for her to stay since guests were not allowed in the dorms.

“I am so sorry Y/N! I do not want to fuck up your life too!” She was in a full blown panic attack at this point. Her words trembling with fear.

“I need you to take deep breaths with me. Can you do that?” You knew you had to calm her down to be able to find her.

You hear her crying slow down.

“In. Out. In. Out.” You repeat while you take loud synchronized breaths.

She begins to match your breathing.

“I will be in St. Louis is 6 hours and I will call you once I am there. I do not know how long the battery will last on that phone so only call me if its an emergency. Try to find somewhere safe and figure out where you are. Look for road signs, land marks, anything at all. You got it?”

“Y-Yes. I can try. I am so scared.” You hear her begin to cry.

“Hey, I know you are, but right now we have to get you safe.”

“Thank you Y/N.”

“Nora you are my sister, I would never leave you alone. I love you and I will call in a few hours.” You hang up the phone as you get on the road.

Ever since that night Nora has lived with you. You moved out of the dorms and got an apartment together that week. You dropped out of school sophomore year of collage so you could support the two of you. You were 20 and Nora was only 16. You had to go to court and become her legal guardian which was easier than it should have been since neither of your parents wanted her. You began bartending again at a few local bars to make ends meet. You had a hard few years until you met Chris.

You meet Chris through a friend. He seemed harmless at first. All you really knew about him at the beginning was that his family had cattle and money. You agreed to a blind date with him that went surprisingly well. Chris was tall and muscular. He had dark hair and blue eyes. He never grew his facial hair out but you always loved him with a stubble. He was not your typical type but you quickly fell in love despite that. The first year was fun and easy. But that all changed when you moved in together. Nora was 19 when Chris asked you to move in with him. You told him that you didn’t feel like you were ready to leave Nora. After weeks of arguing about it he finally agreed that the three of you could live together. Chris purchased a house with some land for you to all move into. He used his family money and agreed to keep cattle on the land to pay it back. You were still bartending, now at a local dive in your little country town in Nebraska. Chris hated the attention you would receive at the bar, but he never minded the free drinks. He often told you to change before your shifts because he deemed your outfit too revealing. About six months after you had moved in you noticed Chris had started drinking more than normal. You tried to discuss this with him but he told you to mind your own business. Nora could tell you were upset so she would try to get you out of the house when he was particularly intoxicated. All of the money you were making was going towards her schooling. She wanted to be a social worker to help kids who had similarly shitty childhoods. Two years into your relationship with Chris he became violent. It started with an unwelcome grab here and there. Quickly escalating to much more dangerous situations. You had been left broken and bloodied too many times to count. Each time trying to hide it from Nora, but she knew.

December 2020

“Fuck this Y/N!” Nora screamed busting into your room. Her short Blonde hair flying behind her as she ran to you.

You were in the bathroom trying to clean up your bloody nose and tear soaked skin. You jumped as she came through the door. All you could do was fall to the floor, ashamed of your sister seeing you this way. You were always the strong one. You had to keep it together for the both of you.

“Nora I am fine. Please just go before he comes back. I do not want you to get hurt!” You screamed at her through your tears.

“Stand up right fucking now! We are leaving! Pack whatever you can and I will meet you in the car in 10 minutes!” Nora grabbed your hands standing you up as she spoke. Her green eyes piercing into you. You could see the hurt she felt seeing you like this.

“Where will we go? We have nothing? No one! No one gives a shit about us Nora!” Still screaming at her.

She pulled you into a hug, crying into her you softened. Your head resting into her tall frame, just about at her shoulder.

“We have each other. And we always will. I fucking promise you. You saved me all those years ago. Let me save you!” She cried as she held you tighter.

That night you packed up a few bags of clothes and cosmetics and you drove to Nashville with a few thousand dollars and a beat up ford truck.

Nora and you had a rough start, renting rooms for weeks at a time. Working at multiple bars and clubs. Nora worked as a server and you a bartender, as always. It took you a few months to get an apartment but you finally did in April of 2021. you both worked your asses off for months until July came around and you finally began to feel settled. Nora was able to get a serving position at a fancy restaurant downtown which allowed her to have a more consistent schedule and even enjoy some free time. For the first time you didn’t have to support the two of you. This allowed you to resign from the shitty clubs and dive bars you had been working. You found a great bar in east Nashville that practically hired you on the spot after seeing your resume.

Life had become peaceful for Nora and yourself. You cherished your evenings together when you were not working. Spending time listening to music, cooking and catching up. You would often have coffee dates and go for walks at local parks. Camping was your favorite thing to do together when you could escape to nature for a few days. You would pack up the truck with your tent and various supplies and drive to one of Tennessee many state parks. You would hike and cook over the fire together. Often sharing too much wine and the perfect amount of laughter. Life was finally no longer a game of survival.

#josh kiszka x reader #josh kiszka fanfiction #josh kiszka smut #joshua michael kiszka #gvf smut #gvf series #gvf fanfiction #josh gvf #gvf fic #josh kiszka x y/n #josh kiszka #joshua kiszka

[socksjinie]

wonder: chapter 03 | bts

synopsis. she had forgotten all about her favorite idols from her teenage years, but a reminder came to her through email format. the content of it? simple: working with the idols themselves — bts. how wonderful could that be?

✿ main chapters of the wonder drabbles; read them here

pairing. bts x oc's

genre. idol au + fluff + slice of life + smut

word count. 5008

warnings. heartbreaking conversations and some bickering hihi

“So, speaking of Gucci…” Carolina started, and Taehyung’s heart did a loop inside his ribcage, catching his attention immediately. “I was thinking. What if our wardrobe production had that vintage feel to it?” She smiled widely at him. 

“Hm, sure?” But he sounded a bit unsure. “Yeah, why not!” 

“I’m going to contact Deo then. If she’s the director of the store here, I’m sure she could help.” She mused, too caught up on the production of the video to notice how the boy before her kept fidgeting on his chair. “Plus it would be great to have a feature like that… Maybe I can contact a friend from Louis Vuitton too.” 

“I love both brands so.” Taehyung chugged down his wine, eyes lost on the scenery unfolded to him behind Carolina’s shoulder. 

Their dinner resumed to a lighter atmosphere once he changed the subject. They discussed excitedly about movies and old cinema crushes, which made Carolina laugh the entire night and take Taehyung by surprise because they had so much in common. They were both social people, and had a million different contacts — especially in their line of work — but surprisingly enough, they found some kind of bliss to be able to finally talk and share thoughts with someone that would understand them perfectly. 

It was almost eleven when they left the restaurant. Carolina had called a cab, and Taehyung offered to wait alongside her once his manager arrived. 

“Are you sure you don’t need a ride home?” He insisted once again. 

“I’m sure! I live in the complete opposite way from where you said you were going. Plus I already called for it! But thank you for offering” She chuckled and he opened a boxy smile. 

The duo continued talking and laughing, and soon her ride home arrived. Taehyung whispered something to his manager once Carolina entered the cab, and she realized a bit after accommodating herself better on the back seat bench, that he was asking the driver to drop her home safely. 

The ride home was a mix of lost thoughts while appreciating the lights passing through her window and little moments of dozing off. The girl only realized she had arrived after hearing the driver ask her if everything was alright and if she needed help. She thanked him kindly, and overly giggly — that was at the expense of the excellent wine they had over dinner — getting out of the vehicle and entering her building. 

Opening the door to her apartment, she kicked her shoes to the side and closed it behind her. She disposed of her bag on the island of her open space kitchen and went to sit on the couch. Fifteen minutes were spent there, looking at nowhere, before sighing and lighting up the chandelier next to the furniture, giving some light to the room. 

Supporting her legs on the coffee table, she grabbed the notebook she had previously forgotten on the sofa and started to write down some things she found important for the building of the highlight reel, such as the brands she could work for and the wardrobe part in general. 

Carolina had a lot of things written down by the time her phone buzzed by her side. 

Leaving their chatroom, she noticed there was another unseen text, this time from an unknown number. 

It made her chuckle fondly when she read the first line. The number was instantly saved before she replied. 

After that, she made a mental note to maybe meet Yoongi after lunch, since she had some location details to discuss with the production team. The girl put her phone aside, to continue rummaging through her notes, but it buzzed once more, interrupting her. 

She couldn’t help but smile. The feeling of meeting someone new, someone she liked so much and so quickly — instantly even — spreading through her whole body. 

It felt great to be understood. Especially because she had felt, for so long, so odd and out of the box through everyone’s eyes. 

After a long yawning, she closed her notebook, and walked toward her bedroom, intending on charging her phone. The device was left on her bedside table, and in the process of stripping off to take a quick shower before going to bed, she started thinking about the highlight reel once more. 

The boys’ requests and ideas popped into her head, one by one, and a first outline started to form. Inspired by an old book she adored as a child, the concept started to gain life and her mind elaborated a quick draft. 

She took her shower with the storyline in mind, musing over the fact she would have to find someone to be the central piece of the scenes. And it couldn’t be any of the boys. A girl would be ideal, she could represent the army presence too. 

The shower was turned off. Wrapping herself in a towel after wiping off the remaining water droplets on her body, she went eagerly towards her phone. 

“It’s not that late there I think…” Carolina thought out loud, checking the clock on her phone that marked 3 am. 

She decided to give it a shot. Sarah was never the type to go to bed early, she would often say she had been analyzing her pieces for the journal she worked for late at night. And although it had been a while since Carolina last spoke to her, they still kept in touch and considered themselves to be very close. 

“And here I was thinking my night couldn’t get any better,” She heard Sarah greet her through the other side of the line, voice filled with excitement. 

Carolina was quick to explain the entire situation after catching up with her friend. She went step by step, starting from the day she received the email from HYBE’s representatives to all the meetings she had to have. She knew Sarah was a busy person, and it was rather late, she wouldn’t want to disturb her work process. She also needed sleep if she didn’t want to arrive at HYBE the next day with eyebags. 

And although the conversation was way shorter than it was supposed to be, Sarah didn’t even think twice before saying yes, and Carolina went to bed that night feeling confident and overly joyful about her new project. 

Her beauty sleep didn’t last long, however. An annoying noise woke her up. After searching the bed for the device with one eye open and the other still closed, she confirmed what she suspected. It was still too early. Six thirty-eight, it showed on the clock. She proceeded to notice Sarah’s name on the screen and picked it up. 

“What day is it again?!” Was the first thing that Sarah questioned on the other side of the phone, making Carolina sigh deeply. Half of her was still asleep. 

“Wait.” Her voice sounded raspy, and her movements felt slow. She marched towards her kitchen, remembering her bag was still on the kitchen island, to pick up her agenda. Flicking through the pages, she voiced the dates of the filming to her friend. 

“Crap! I can’t be there on time, Carol.” She heard Sarah sigh frustrated. “I have this piece I’m building to air this month, I still need to lead the interviews…” 

“Fuck.” 

“But you know what? You should try Harin? Maybe she’s available!” Sarah suggested, now sounding more excited to be able to offer a solution to her friend. 

“I’ll try that. And don’t worry, as soon as the project is done, I’ll throw a party and you’ll be more than invited!” Carolina comforted the girl, knowing she probably said yes without much reasoning because one—it was a project with BTS, and two—to help a friend. A big yawn followed right after. “It’ll be a group reunion if you manage to come,” 

“What do you mean group reunion?”

“You won’t even believe this,” She started chuckling. “But I ran over Deo yesterday in a restaurant.” She herself wasn’t believing the words leaving her mouth. 

“Shut up. No way!” 

“Yup. I still can’t believe it myself,” She heard Sarah squeal on the other side making her laugh. “You have to come and see for yourself if you think it’s a doppelgänger!” 

The girls continued their talk excitedly, planning a big reunion until Sarah saw the hours and stated she really needed to go. 

Carolina thought about calling Harin, but since it was still too early, she only texted the girl, asking her to give her a call once she could, and then went back to dreamland. 

A few days went by and still nothing of Harin. Not even a response. The messages weren’t going through. But that often happened with the girl in question, so Carolina didn’t find it strange. She just opted to change the order of the recording instead to give Harin more time. So as an alternative to Jin being the first — the one with the actual time in the presence of the girl — she was going to start with Jungkook. 

His first scene would be a dreamy one, inspired by everything that hit close to Carolina’s childhood memories and the wonderland worlds she used to read in books. She even allocated an old and abandoned amusement park for it. 

As scripted, she would self film Jungkook’s back, as he had his hand on hers leading her to the park entrance. It was supposed to be Harin on duty, but she could afford to be a hand substitute for a firsthand narrative. 

The boy was already dressed — he was wearing Luis Vuitton from head to toe, although the others had a mix between that and Gucci — and everything seemed to be going alright. But as Carolina was making the final adjustments so she could self-record the scene, a buzz on the set started to spread. 

The first two takes were seemingly good. Jungkook seemed a bit nervous to have to take her hand and put a host act for her like he was Peter Pan showing the way to Neverland. Which was indeed what inspired Carolina to make this highlight reel. BTS would be playing the part of the infamously lost boys. 

She was discussing with an attentive Jungkook how the scene had to proceed when a girl interrupted them. 

“This hairstyle is getting all messy in the recording, Kookie” And as her hands tried to reach for his messy bangs Carolina’s eyes went straight to her figure in questioning. 

She wasn’t part of the makeup team or a stylist. And Carolina knew that because she had been in touch with each and every one of them to make this whole production come to life. 

“It’s in that awkward phase again where it starts to grow,” Jungkook explained himself with a playful smile but he was nervously nibbling on his lip piercing while eyeing Carolina. 

She was known for having a very sincere face and expressions. There wasn’t much she could hide, her face did all the work. And he was able to sense that. 

“I think it’s cute,” The shorter girl chuckled and Carolina had to refrain from being rude. 

It wasn't that she didn’t like people on set every time she worked, she was very much ok with that or even strangers being around. She liked meeting new people and to talk while doing stuff. But she also praised the fact those same people could discern the time to intervein on her job or not. 

And now just wasn’t the time. 

“I’ll go set up the camera again while you resume your chat,” she started, getting out of Jungkook’s hold on her hand that she didn’t even realize they were still intertwined until then. “And please don’t touch his hair.” She warned the girl, walking away and not bothering to introduce herself since the shorter one didn’t feel the need to. 

After that, the whole mood was corrupted. 

The crew started gossiping incessantly, probably noticing the bad vibe, and that was causing Carolina to get a bad vibe and a really bad impression of everything. And deep down she knew it wasn’t Jungkook’s fault, he seemed to be more than professional in everything he did, but the situation was annoying her so much that she couldn’t help but get a little annoyed with him too. She didn’t show it, of course, she too knew how to put her professionalism first, but her whole image of him got a bit tainted. 

She was analyzing the rough sketches of the scene in her journal when Deo approached her. 

“Word around is that girl over there is one of the backup dancers,” and seeing Carolina was still focused on the papers before her, Deo continued. “Which is odd, because this reel doesn’t have any dance part…” 

“Mhm”

“Are you seriously not gossiping about this with me?” Deo questioned, eyes on Jungkook and the dancer far ahead. 

“There’s not much to gossip about.” 

“As if! I mean–Who is she?” Deo crossed her arms now looking at her friend who was about to drink a cup of coffee. “Don’t you dare,” She warned, taking the cup out of Carolina’s hand before she could do so. “I won’t deal with that monster today, I have BTS to dress up.” 

Carolina sighed reluctantly but let the caffeine go. She really couldn’t hold her coffee well. “It got pretty clear to me she is Jungkook’s love interest,” She commented after looking at the duo briefly and Deo had to look at them both again. Eyes narrowed once the dancer scootched over to Jungkook to tell him something. 

“No way.”

And Carolina chuckled at her friend’s disbelief. 

“No, there’s no way…” Deo continued and then came to a pause. She looked at them again. “She’s definitely younger than him.” 

“Uhmhum” Carolina agreed. 

“I can’t believe he actually brought his girlfriend to set! And let her interrupt the footage!” 

A bit far off from where they were under an open tent to block the sun, Jungkook and Nain — the dancer — were talking. Well, he was mostly with his hands stuffed in the pockets of his trousers listening to her talk. From time to time he would glance over where Carolina was, trying to understand if she got suddenly so uptight because he had done something wrong. 

“I overheard one of you guy’s managers saying he was going to try his shot with her,” Nain said looking over at Carolina and suddenly Jungkook got alert. 

“What?”

“It’s been the talk of the staff,” she chuckled. “Two of the crewmates already asked for her number. Jisoo and that other one, what’s he called?”

“And she gave it to them?” He asked ignoring her train of thoughts completely. 

“I didn’t ask,” she laughed again. “And why didn’t you answer me last night? I had to come all the way here to see you!” 

“I had a thing to do,” He dismissed looking over at Carolina again. 

When the recording resumed, Nain went to sit by where the other staff was, including Deo. And this time the scenes were moving faster. Carolina would only say something to Jungkook if absolutely needed. The light chatter they were having in the first scene was gone and with it Jungkook’s sense of ease. Still, he was doing a fantastical job. 

But again, their moment of feigning peace didn’t last long. As they moved to use the cameraman's work instead of Carolina’s perspective and the girl stood close by serving as the director, her phone started buzzing in her jeans back pocket.

Jungkook was filming a running scene, so she took the time to go answer the phone once she saw Harin’s name on the screen.

“Let’s take five after he finishes that one,” she mouthed to the cameraman and immediately picked up the phone, walking away to a more silent area. 

“Harin!” She greets excited. “So what? Now that you’re a flight attendant you don’t have time for your friends? I texted you two days ago!” She teases playfully. 

She then begins to explain to Harin that she was directing a video for a client and that she was in search of a girl that could fill the part, without giving her the details for whom the video was. Carolina filled her in on the schedules, and how hurried everything had been. She really needed to start shooting Jin next week, otherwise, the locations she had allocated would be lost, and consequently more money for the budget she would have to arrange. 

Thankfully for her, Harin noted she would be landing in Korea that same weekend and would be more than happy to fill the part. Carolina assured her, even though she dismissed completely the thought, she would be paid for her time, and have the royalties for showing on the video. 

But Harin was just glad to be able to see her face live and in color after so long. 

“Alright guys, I’m sorry. Let’s continue!” Carolina apologized, gathering the team around and they were quick to reassure her everything was alright. That didn’t make Jungkook happy. 

He was furious, actually. 

From the moment he had turned around after running and hearing a “cut” that wasn’t from her voice to seeing her excitedly chatting on the phone, and then all the male gaze from the crew melted once she apologized for it. Even the women. He got annoyed. 

“Is something bugging you?” She approached him unexpectedly. As a director, she sensed these things from people, especially on set, and being considerate and professional about it was not only part of her job but also part of her character. 

Somehow he took that as an insult. Because Jungkook could misunderstand things when overwhelmed. He sometimes would let his emotions take the better of him. 

“Yeah,” He nodded. Tongue poking the inside of his mouth giving him an annoyed stance. “You’re my problem,” And just like that, he walked off. 

Carolina was left behind somewhat confused and angered. More than she counted on being. Because of that, what would’ve taken half an hour to film, took two. And between hearing the crew kindly make up excuses for Jungkook’s odd behavior, affirming to her he was the kindest and most easy person to work with, and having Nain interrupt the footage to give her opinion on moves she considered ‘more hip’ for Jungkook to make, Carolina simply lost it. She decided she had more than enough to work with and asked the stylists to prepare the next member. 

Taehyung came in like a ray of sunshine on a cloudy day. Even the way he strode around the set, made her open a wide smile. He was a natural. And she lost count of how many times she said Gucci was losing him as an official ambassador. 

Needless to say, his scenes went so smoothly that it was wrapped up in less than forty minutes. And when she decided to take a break for lunch, so that everyone could rest for a while, she noticed Deo had gone missing. She had been missing ever since Taehyung had started being the focus, actually. 

She tried calling but the reception was bad at the abandoned park, so she waited instead. 

The younger girl only showed up at the location again after lunch. She came in striding with joy carrying a few more clothes and accessories for the boys, only to have her smile fade slowly, noticing Carolina was sitting by a table with none other than Taehyung. 

That action wasn’t missed by her old-time friend. 

“You remember Taehyung, right, Deo?” Carolina made the introductions scrutinizing every movement and reaction. Both of them bowed slightly to each other. 

“Yes, I remember,” Deo said with a small smile. “How do you do?” 

And that was it. That was the puzzle piece Carolina needed to understand something was very off. She didn’t have a clue what exactly it was, but she knew her friend was being weird around Taehyung. And not a good kind of weird. 

Deo had been a fan of him ever since college days, Carolina could remember that clearly. And although she knew her friend wasn’t one to show off how much biased she was straight up to a celebrity’s face, she also knew this kind of reaction was… Completely fake and even forced. 

Not in a million years, Deo would lose the chance of seeing Taehyung act for the cameras as she had done that morning. 

“Good, thank you.” He answered simply. And as he was about to say something else, one of the crew called them to wrap up, noting they had to rush before they lost track of time and the whole day altogether. 

Taehyung smiled politely, his nose scrunching. Almost silently saying he felt awkward for being interrupted. He excused himself and went towards the stylist to change his clothes. 

Carolina made a mental note to ask her friend about what was going on, but for the time being, she decided to solely focus on work, leading Deo to an improvised tent, where some of the boys were already getting their makeup retouched. 

“I’m already done and waiting for inspection,” Namjoon joked, coming in exuding charisma. “I’m Namjoon by the way.” He reached out for Deo’s hand which she gladly took in a friendly handshake. 

“I know who you are,” Deo chuckled amused. “I’m Deo and I’m just here as a…” She looked for a word that could describe her position more clearly. 

“Provider,” Carolina pitched in. 

“What she said,” The younger replied with another chuckle. Namjoon smiled widely, clearly comfortable at their presence. 

“What do you think of adding a beanie or a cap?” Carolina leaned closer to Deo while eyeing the boy’s outfit. “For a more lost boy kinda look? And because he looks good in hats.”

“I’m right here, you know that, right?” Namjoon chuckled at her comment. “But I appreciate that.” 

“I say… What about a crown? A badly made one like kids do when being kids. That would look cute,” 

“I say yes.” They both went on with their conversation like nothing was happening, scanning Namjoon out. Some pins were added to the jacket he was wearing in the process too. 

They kept revising the boys' clothes together, and the two other stylists present in the room kept adding and taking off accessories according to what they deemed best to the concept. 

Jin had added a long yellow scarf around his neck that went over the floor, making him look almost like the little prince — a more indie version of it perhaps. Hoseok had a crochet hat with ears and was wearing a pair of jeans full of rag pieces, all colorful. 

All of this to a second act of the story, like they were personas of themselves, the seven lost boys. 

Taehyung entered the tent a bit after with Jungkook behind him. Carolina and Deo were excitedly chatting with Yoongi and Jimin, not paying much attention to whom was coming or going. 

“I think you would look nice with a scar, yeah” Carolina agreed with Yoongi. “And that could tie-up with your solo MV,” 

“I thought so too,”

“That would look amazing,” Deo added. “And would fit this concept very well let me just say.” 

“Like this?” Yoongi drew it with his finger on his own skin but it wasn’t on the same spot as his Daechwita video. 

“Hmm” Carolina looked at him pensively. “I’d say like this,” She then showed him, tracing his eye and then a little one on top of his eyebrow. “Like you got one more,” 

“Off to the makeup chair again then,” He chuckled and strode off. 

Not even a second after Taehyung and Jungkook approached her, occupying the spot left by the rapper. Deo was still adjusting some pins on Jimin who would chuckle every now and then claiming it was ticklish. 

“Oh and about that. Why would you ask me if we were still out yesterday?” Carolina heard Taehyung ask Jungkook while they waited for her to look up some buttons and pins in the middle of a tiny bag the stylist had given her. 

“I uh… I don’t remember,” Jungkook answered. 

“But didn’t you have plans already? You could have said something if you wanted to co–”

“No! I was fine. I did have… Something. I was probably just asking for something. I don’t recall, really,” He chuckled nervously. 

“Who’s next?” Deo’s voice came through once Jimin went back to re-touch his hair. 

Both boys froze in place eyeing each other unsure of how to proceed. And Deo was about to call for Jungkook but Carolina turned around right at that moment, getting in control of the situation. She needed to know if her suspicion was true, even if she would have to sacrifice herself. 

“Take Tae,” She said to Deo waiting for a reaction, and by the way she pressed her lips against each other eyeing Carolina for a second, it told her more than words could. This was Deo’s way of telling her a silent ‘I’m going to kill you’. “Just add him that funky suspenders over there and these,” And she gave her a pair of mismatched and colorful socks as well as a necklace full of dangling amulets and pearls. 

“Those look nice,” Taehyung added trying to soften the mood and pretend normality but Carolina could see beyond that, especially by the way Jungkook kept fidgeting by their side. 

“Ok, let’s add these!” Deo said taking the things and inhaling deeply. 

“You come with me,” Carolina pointed with her head indicating Jungkook to follow her, which he did, even if he glanced back at Taehyung to check on him. 

And as Carolina waited by Jungkook’s side, trying to convey to the hairstylist what she wanted for the boy’s final look, she would also sneak glances through the mirror to try and understand better what was going on between her friend and Taehyung. They clearly knew each other already. That was more than visible on Carolina’s eyes, and apparently Jungkook’s. 

“So…” Taehyung tried to make conversation as Deo stitched his necklace on his shirt so he could move freely without the accessory hitting his face. 

“So,” She sighed, not eyeing him. 

“You’ve been ok?” His eyes were glued to her face, a palm away from his. It was precious seeing her struggle to stay on her tippytoes. 

“Let’s… not.” She eyed him quickly, “We’re at work.” 

“I know it’s awkward but let’s just try to at least talk to each other?”

“We are,” 

And he sighed. He felt frustrated with lots of unsaid things running freely in his mind. If he only had the chance to have this conversation elsewhere. 

“You know we–” But the words felt shortly because once again he got interrupted. 

“Taehyungssi?” The hairstylist called for him again and his eyes were finally out of Deo’s semblance. “Please come so I can do your hair quickly.” 

“Yes, coming!” And he took a final glance at her. Silent words for amending hearts. 

The afternoon went on with the shootings once all the members got ready and in place. Deo stayed until dinner time, helping with whatever she could. She knew Carolina was keeping her cool, but deep down she was for sure feeling burdened and in a rush, from all the times people called her name for approval or to change things up. 

Carolina however was the very last one to wrap things up. She took the offer of a ride home from her cameraman at four o'clock in the morning, knowing they would have to repeat everything by the time the sun rose again. 

And that’s what happened indeed. She was the first one to arrive on set, by seven sharp. She helped set some of the scenarios and revised the script with her team. 

By the time BTS came, one by one in their individual cars with some of their managers, she had already drunk two cups of coffee. And who knew her by heart was conscient she wasn’t a person who could drink even one cup of caffeine. Needless to say, she was speaking ten words per second, excitement exuding from her being, but her stress levels, although a bit masked by her euphoria, were on edge. 

Jungkook didn’t help that day. 

The more he saw her interacting with everyone else, the more he pressed and teased, claiming to himself he was doing it because of her actions the day before. But the more he did it, the more she gave the same treatment back resulting in more arguments and disagreements. It was like they didn’t see eye to eye on anything. 

When Friday came, and the clock marked six on the dot, a car came speeding, parking right next to some light equipment. Everyone looked surprised at the noise. Jin, who was finally the one being filmed, looked behind Carolina’s shoulder to see what gave him the scare of his life. 

The driver’s door opened. 

“Who called for help?!” Harin’s voice was heard loud and clear and Carolina couldn’t help but open a satisfied smile still with her back turned. 

✿ to be continued...

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[creepy-crowleys]

Does anyone you know have similar powers at their disposal?

Questions for ‘Extraordinary’ Muses

For a given value of 'know'ing. There are a few thousand of us on record. There are regular get-togethers and training exercises, some 'official' chatrooms, but not many I really know well or work with regularly.

#.RECEIVE #nameless-brand #.meme

[ohduhviing]

As grateful as I am for (some of) today’s social media sites, I really wish I could’ve experienced the pre-social-media landscape of the 90s Internet. People weren’t as massively connected back then, so whenever connections were made (typically on forums and chatrooms), they seemed rare and special. Plus, face reveals were much more meaningful, due to how much effort went into uploading pictures. Phones obviously didn’t have cameras on them, and digital cameras were scarce, so normally you had to take a picture with a film or disposable camera, scan the photo, and upload it the old fashioned way. The sheer novelty of the Internet would’ve made the simplest interactions seem impressive, and I think that sense of novelty is missing nowadays. I’m not necessarily complaining about the current state of the Internet. I just wish I could’ve seen the Internet in its humble beginnings.

#yes I am extremely nostalgic for the 90s and 2000s #I am in fact a zillennial #90s #2000s #90s web #2000s web #90s internet #2000s internet #old web #old internet #personal

[joyswonderland1108]

Made a second chatroom since the first one seemed to have a limit? Anygays, here's the link

[canned-pears]

Mystic Messenger 707 route & Secret Endings AU!

[Repost] I decided to change some stuff to sound a bit more cohesive cause my dumbass didn’t proofread the other one lol

This AU doesn’t stray too far away from the original story. I just changed and added some bits that I thought would make the story more realistic and interesting.

Things to keep in mind: I haven’t played ray or V’s route so things regarding Saeran (like personality or characterization) are done without knowledge of what happens in those routes. I don’t think my AU treads on those grounds, but just in case

My MC goes by they/she

(Spoilers)

Prologue and Saeran:

Why did Saeran choose MC in the first place and why did he go after her?

Everything begins in early May: Saeran tried to gain access to the apartment registration because it’s under V's name and Rika didn’t want that anymore. By that point she was trying to get him out of her life, including getting back stuff that was hers that V now owned. Since V owned the apartment, only he had access to the party guest files that Rika wanted.

 In addition to changing the apartment registration and making it seem like the apartment complex fucked up on ownership data, she wanted the bomb completely removed. Saeran couldn't infiltrate the apartment himself yet without knowing how the bomb security system works so MC was his Guinea pig.

Saeran made the apartment building appear as though V/Rika’s apartment was available on the website (to make it seem like a mistake on their end) and whoever bought it would be the new person who the apartment is now registered under.

MC happened to be the lucky one that day and so Saeran gave her the code and everything (acting as the landlord).

He wanted to see if MC would set off certain alarms so he could see which alarms or sensors he needed to disable.

Once MC got into the apartment, she saw that someone else's stuff was there, and an alarm went off and she freaked out. She tried looking for the landlord (Saeran) but he was nowhere to be found. She left the room and Saeran came out of hiding to shut off the alarm. He tried to get as much info about the rest of the system as he could, but MC returned with the real landlord before he could finish.

Saeran leaves without a trace, only getting the job half done.

Real landlord contacts V and V and MC meet to discuss (much like the mm manhwa!). V sympathizes with MC’s position and lets her stay there until she can move out. It is also because V suspects dangerous hacker activity and worries for her safety-he suggests downloading the rfa chatroom for his contact and that’s where she meets the gang :)

MC was supposed to be this disposable confused victim that wouldn't matter in Saeran's eyes but she got more involved with the rfa than he expected, which was a problem.

V says to Mc can keep the money from the initial payment to afford personal items and food so they don't have to worry about rent until they save up.

Saeran wanted MC to leave in some way after he figured out how to navigate the security system-was pressured by Rika constantly (it took long intervals of time for him to act on anything due to Rika's abuse). He tried to make MC a follower of Mint Eye (by sending her those ominous ass emails+pamphlets in the mail etc.), but MC wasn't falling for it & Saeran was getting more frustrated the longer she stayed

MC stays there for a couple months, going to Uni and her job at the local bakery.

After getting settled and getting familiar with the RFA, the local bakery shuts down and they lose their source of income.

The RFA had mentioned Rika’s job to her a few times and since they were really friendly with her, they decided to offer Rika’s job position.

MC gladly took it since it would be a new experience for her and she desperately needed money-didn't want to impose on rfa any longer since they’ve been so kind to her.

Now they're officially working with the RFA YAYY!

After another few months of getting settled, mc and seven get closer, becoming bffs ( literally share once brain cell lol)

December approaches and the Christmas dlc happens! This is where the two officially meet for the first time and they’re able to share personal things abt each other now (ofc Seven does so in his own vague way)

They see each other irl more often after that

Fast forward news years and Valentines day comes up. RFA+ seven have a lil get together. Everything is platonic and it's a very sweet event.

Now the main story kicks in! it takes place almost a full year after RFA met MC

Saeran successfully gained full access to the bomb (after testing the system several times remotely), and decided to go in person to get the info Rika desired and deal with MC

💥(It's worth noting that when MC entered the apartment and the alarm went off in the beginning, Seven never got notified that it went off because of Saeran's hacking & MC never mentioned it to him because she didn't think much of it at the time. Little did they know...👹)

Main Story aka 707’s route

BOMB SCARE!!! 707 TO THE RESCUE!!

MC hides in the closet after hearing the apartment alarm go off cause wtff was that noise lol

Keeps phone close by, calls RFA for clarification cause seven is being vague as hell

Searan breaks the window and doesn’t spot her for a good while.

Eventually he finds her and tries not to intimidate her (talks about paradise and shit) and when he sees that she’s not buying it, he becomes more threatening 

“You can either join me or die” 

MC tries to stall by being slow, but Saeran gets impatient and grabs her, getting equipment ready to jump out the window with the data & files for Mint Eyes

This is when Seven barges in. He has the confrontation with Saeran, MC bites Saeran’s arm to break free, and Seven pulls MC into his grasp, away from all the glass

Mc has no injuries. Only minor nosebleed from shock.

Saeran leaves (without the info he came for) and there’s a moment of silence between MC and Seven. The silence is broken when they share a hug cause that was traumatic and u gotta support your bestie yk

At this point, seven confronts that he finally needs to completely distance himself from everyone to keep them out of danger.

He breaks the hug, and they begin to clean up. MC pieces together Seven and Saeran’s connection to each other from the bits of dialogue that they exchanged.

They try to talk to him about it and after he confirms it, he says in a very sad and stern tone that he’s going to distance himself & set a boundary from now on to protect MC and the RFA.

MC can’t rly argue with that, the most she could do was hope he would come around. Throughout his stay she tried to make sure he ate, took breaks, and took care of himself w/ little gestures & reminders.

I don’t really like the idea of MC being pushy about anything, and if she is it’s not in a weird romantic way cause it’s the wrong time for that

Instead of bugging him for small talk, they go out of the apartment to buy him chips and small gifts to make him feel better. Seven gets scared ofc (referring to that one phone call where MC leaves). Once he realizes what she's trying to do this makes him feel sooo bad because mc's not doing anything to cope with what just happened to them-instead they're focusing on helping him.

Seven in my AU doesn’t get super mad, if anything, he’s more depressed & irritated and tries to keep it in- looking emotionally constipated throughout the whole thing

He knows that making her hate him is dumb since it won’t change the sympathy she has for his situation

Eventually (on day 9 I think it is) they have the confrontation where Seven compares MC to Yoosung (in the fact that they both want to help him in some way and want to remain friends) and he keeps making a point about how he’s different from what MC thinks.

 after the “Then let me understand the person in front of me” line hits it causes Seven to have his breakdown.

Both start ugly sobbing and hug each other. They begin to unravel all their pent-up emotions.

After that the rest of that day is clearing up information abt the whole situation (floppy disk). At night, Seven decides (on his own accord) to be emotionally vulnerable without sugar coating anything or leaving out details. He and MC spend the whole night talking to each other, trying to figure things out and trying to come up with solutions to Saeran and the Agency (and also Seven’s name reveal!) They both end up falling asleep and wake up late the next morning. The tense air leaves the apartment room and the rest of the day they take it easy. Seven begins to search for mint eye info w/ a clear head

Towards the end of that same day, the robo cat wakes up from Seven’s backpack after being on sleep mode for a while and reveals Seven’s secret aka his crush on MC. The way this happens is MC accidentally triggers a voice recording of seven talking to himself. Seven didn't realize the cat recorded him.

It’s a little awkward for a while because of everything that happened, but it’s a sweet kind of awkwardness where MC admits she does too but wants to stay friends for now so they can get through the Saeran & Agency stuff.

After seven finishes freaking out, he gives her a choice of if she wants to join him or wants to be relocated. It’s completely up to her and he respects any choice they decide to make.

MC chooses to go with him and the secret endings follow after

* Now that the cats out the bag (wink wink) they’re friends but can openly flirt with each other (lol)

* Think of the little interactions they have on day 10 in the outgoing calls.

Secret Endings:

The secret endings happen pretty much exactly as told in the game, with the exception being that Jumin distances himself a lot from the rest of the RFA for Saeran shooting V (RIP bestie)

He continues to support everyone in any way he can, but since V was a close friend of his, it’s hard for him to be around Saeran and Seven.

Eventually this changes after Saeran is more stable and in rehab

MC and Seven’s relationship is still up in the air by this point, and MC continues to be an active person in Seven’s life, helping him with Saeran

When things are more stable, they decide to officially get together!!!!!

They decide to move in together + Saeran and Vanderwood (cause poor Vanderwood doesn’t have anywhere to go lol) and it’s a really warm ending for them :D!

I have more in store for this AU (relationship charts, character dynamics, profiles & art) but I’ll get around to it eventually! School is kicking my ass >_<

#mystic messenger #mysmes saeyoung #707 #mm saeran #mysme 707 #gema talks #mystic messenger saeyoung #mystic messenger au #mysme jaehee #mystic messeger headcanon #mystic messenger dlc #mystic messenger deep story #mm rfa #mm yoosung #mm zen #mm 707

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[enigmaincrimson]

Starting to think that it might be fun to bring the chatzy back.

They're like those walls that are a thing combined with a chatroom for ten people.

We used to use them all the time before Discord became the big thing.

I used to like using them because they weren't super intimidating like asking people for a Discord or joining a server.

That and they're disposable, so you can just make a new one whenever you want.

In any case... It was something I was thinking on poking at and possibly dragging out of mothballs if anyone is interested.

#enigmaincrimson #ooc

[justatinybunwriting]

Haunted 2

Chapter 2: Beckon

Synopsis: Jac is looking forward to a day to herself, but she is constantly reminded of some unfinished business

CW for some scary imagery

<<Previous chapter

It's been a week since Jac had postponed the scavenger hunt. After that last ordeal at the abandoned mansion, the young woman felt as if the end goal- which was kept in the dark as far as she knew- wasn't worth the amount of effort and energy she had spent to work for it. She had already went through a dozen different clues, with each location increasing in difficulty and supposed "spookiness." But with the reward so vague, she felt too tired to bother wasting anymore time on it.

"If it were a million dollars then I'll be more obligated to continue, that's for sure." She thought. "But since there wasn't any indication of that, well..."

On the bright side, at least Jac had managed to get farther than anyone else in this game, so she felt that was as good enough of an accomplishment. The young woman had the weekend off and she wanted nothing more than to spend it simply relaxing the day away. It wasn't often that she chose to spend her free time alone, but for whatever reason she was feeling more tired than usual since about a week ago. Most likely due to her strenuous work week, she figured.

Jac had walked over to the fridge to clear her throat with a cold beverage, when she noticed something was laying about from the corner of her eye. The slight breeze that had seeped in from the half opened window must had knocked a napkin off of the kitchen counter. She went to retrieve it, when she suddenly realized that this wasn't anything resembling a disposable paper cloth, but rather a torn off sticky note. She winced when she looked at what was written on the back.

Your next clue is in the graveyard next to Bartleby's tombstone

'Great.'

She did not want to be reminded of this right now. Jac stomped her way into the living room and shoved the little piece of paper into the desk drawer. The sooner she could get it off of her mind, the better.

Later that afternoon, Jac was in a call with Jillian, when the latter had finally brought up the question of what the former was doing the previous week. With a sigh, Jac reluctantly told the elven woman about the scavenger hunt and that she and Aiden were essentially running in circles in a fool's errand.

"You need to stop diving head on into things without first considering what it is you're actually getting yourself into," the voice on the other end sighed.

"Yeah, it's a hard habit to break though.."

"Still, don't you think that the way the game is structured is a little bit, I dunno... suspicious? It did sound like they wanted you to cause vandalism towards the end."

"I was told I was going to get a prize. And.." Jac felt like she needed to fess up. "I was bored and I needed something to keep me busy. Games are always fun, so I thought I'd give it a shot."

"Do you even know the guy who organized this scavenger hunt? If I were you, I'd ask some serious questions."

"I've only talked to him in a chatroom once with a bunch of other participants who gave up before me." Jac recalled. "He didn't have a face, but he spoke with one of those cheap, monotonous voices that folks do when they try to be spooky. It's all one big act."

"If I was over there, I'd like to give that so-and-so a piece of my mind." Jillian huffed.

After her daily chores were done, Jac finally had the remainder of the day all to herself. With a very sweetened cup of Joe on hand, the young woman was just about ready to listen to her favorite audio series, when the apartment shook with a sudden jolt. It was too loud and too brief to had been an earthquake, which had only meant one thing.

Jac looked out the window, and sure enough she saw a shadow being cast over her apartment building.

"Oops! Sorry!" An unseen giant said. Jac was able to catch a glimpse of her carrying what looked like construction beams before she stomped away.

With a sigh, Jac checked around the unit to inspect the damage; thankfully nothing was amiss save for all of the drawers and cabinets which had swung open ever so slightly. None of the contents spilled, save for a few pieces of paper that had flown out of one of the desk drawers.

Jac proceeded to pick up each of the files, when she was suddenly pricked with a mean paper cut. Jac pulled up the culprit, and fell into a near stupor when she realized what it was.

Your next clue is in the graveyard next to--

Jac made an audible groan and shoved the wretched sticky note on the bottom of one of the heaviest books on the shelf. Surely she wouldn't happen to come across it again. She's just about had it up to here as far as the scavenger hunt was concerned.

The rest of the day rolled on without much excitement, which was fine as Jac felt like she has had enough. A sudden headache draped over her however, which prompted the decision to turn in early for the night. While she slept like a dog for the first couple of hours, the rest of the night was brimmed with constant distress.

A loud thump startled Jac awake. Without a moment's passage she noticed her body temperature had gone up through the roof. With a pained moan, she slowly looked to the right to find that the paper cut on her finger was starting to grow alarmingly. The sight of this caught the young woman off guard, but she was too exhausted and her body aches have become so intense that she could barely move, let alone get out of bed.

At that exact moment, the thumping could be heard once more. It seemed to had come from the unit upstairs- the heavy object was making its way from one end of the ceiling to another, with the final noise resounding as if it was crawling down to her level. After this there came a long stretch of silence, which had unnerved Jac more than she thought it would. Her breathing had intensified, and her heart began to race, but she wasn't sure why.

Just then, she heard a fluttering sound just to the right of her. She slowly turned her head to the hand that was sliced to discover that something had perched on top. There perched a butterfly that was glowing with a shimmering yellow light. Jac could do nothing but gaze in awe at its sudden appearance; it rested on the opening of her cut for a bit before it took flight again, and in the blink of an eye, it vanished.

All of a sudden, there was a large thud. Jac turned to the front of the bedroom, where she thought the strange butterfly had headed off to, but instead she would witness something unlike anything she had ever seen before. And it made her skin crawl immensely. A hand, much bigger than that of a human, but smaller than the average giant's, that was completely devoid of color pigmentation, and bony with long, clawed nails. Jac stared at the apparition for about a minute, her eyes glued onto it, yet she would dare not say a peep. The appendage would suddenly face her as if awakened from a spell. It pointed to her and beckoned her to come closer, before pulling back and out of the room.

After taking a deep breath, Jac managed to speak as strongly as she could. And while her voice still croaked, he was able to make herself loud and clear.

"NO THANKS! I'M STAYING RIGHT WHERE I AM, THANK YOU VERY MUCH!"

And she pulled the covers over her and refused to peek out from under them for some time.

When she had regained consciousness, Jac jolted out of bed with a loud gasp. She took a moment to check around to make sure her body was in one piece; without a doubt, there was no indication of aches and pains, nor a fever, and the paper cut wound returned back to nothing more than a thin scab.

'A nightmare...'

It was half past midnight, but there was no chance in hell that she was going back to her own bed. She felt a cold shiver down her spine at the mere thought of that dream, which was very unusual for her normally steely nerves. She knew of one remedy for this- even though she was well aware that it isn't the nicest solution, it was a chance she was willing to take if it could mean that she could have some sense of security again. She had to dial a number.

"Jac...?" Richard asked on the other line with a groggy voice, "W-what's going on...?"

"I'm sorry to ask on such short notice but..." Jac took a moment to gather her thoughts before proceeding with her sentence. "Is it all right if I meet you over at the border of the human district so you can pick me up there? I... I need a place to hide for the night."

Richard was silent for a moment, but Jac knew from experience that his eyes likely had widened by her request. He understood exactly what she meant.

"Are you okay, Jac?" Richard was genuinely concerned.

"Not really..." Jac replied quietly. " With you, I have nothing to fear, so I just... want that sense of comfort. Whether it'll be a hand, a pocket, or... you know. I just....Need this right now."

"I'm on my way." Richard said as he could be heard shuffling out of bed. "Please, hang in there."

"I'll try.." A hint of a smile returned to her face. "Thank you."

Next chapter >>

#bun writes #oc: jac #oc: richard #oc: jillian #Haunted #multichapter #ghost #writblr #jac in the beanstalk society #Sfw giant

[themadearl]

~Master Post~

[Updated 5/4/2023]

A compilation of all the short writing posts I have done. Does not include incorrect quotes. Currently, the only fandom I write in is twisted wonderland.

[General]

Asks or writing where Yuu doesn’t have romantic feelings to anyone. Usually includes a wide cast of characters unless specified.

~ Protect Yuu Club (Yandere! au) ~

Heartslabyul Edition + Extra

Savanaclaw Edition  + Extra

Octavinelle Edition  + Extra

~                       .❈.                         ~

Yuu has a sleepover

RSA tries to woo Yuu

Yuu kisses Adeuce for BFF day

Archery club leader! Yuu

Yuu suffers from period pain

Valentines day

Reaction of twst bois receiving valentines chocolate

School trip to the beach [Part 1]

Kissing maniac! Yuu

Vigilante! Yuu

Beans day against RSA

Overprotective dads! NRC staff

Yuu goes to RSA to deliver valentine chocolates and gets kidnapped

NRC and RSA has a joint cultural ball

Yuu is challenged to a swordfight and she wins

Twst bois react to model student Yuu cursing

Yuu plays the piano (Jamil)

RSA tries to kidnap Yuu

Yuu is poor af and has no personal items

Yuu loses her voice and can’t talk

Yuu thinks she has gained weight and twst bois react

Yuu skipped grades and is younger than everyone Part 1

Yuu skipped grades and is younger than everyone Part 2]

Extremely wholesome and heartwarming Yuu

Foodie Yuu Part 1

Foodie Yuu & Lilia’s cooking Part 2

Foodie Yuu & during a bad mood Part 3

Foodie Yuu & the reason why she enjoys Lilia’s cooking Part 4

The dangers of beastman and merpeople

Yuu gets turned into a mermaid Part 1

Yuu gets pricked by a needle on a spinning wheel and needs true love’s kiss

Yuu attends Vargas Camping Event

Yuu gets wings and is not having fun

Roller Skating Waitress! Yuu

Yuu becomes Cinderella in a weird fever dream

A Dragon’s Hoarding Habits (Malleus)

Yuu gets isekai’d and cries

Fem!Yuu gets turned into Male!Yuu via potion

[Romance]

~  Noble Lady Yulean AU  ~

Description

Riddle Rosehearts

~                  .♔.                   ~

Soulmate AU (Floyd, Jade) Part 1

Soulmate AU (Floyd, Jade) Part 2

Soulmate AU (Malleus)

What it’s like to attract the attention of an eel (Floyd)

Protect Yuu Club ver + dorm leaders react to accidentally being kissed (Riddle, Leona, Azul)

Idia & Yuu dancing to merry go round of life from howl’s moving castle

Idia helps Yuu with homework

Malleus gives Yuu nicknames

Yuu wakes up in the future married to Floyd Part 1 + Extra

Yuu gets bothered by an overzealous admirer

Relationship dynamics: proud x shy (Floyd)

Yuu goes on a date with Deuce, chaos ensues

Yuu does a dumb bet and uses pick up lines on Leona

Responses of various twst boys to “I want a baby”

“Stop leaving dead bodies in my kitchen.” (Floyd)

“My blood on you is the perfect makeup.” (Floyd)

Love at one sight (Trey)

Twisted Wonderland with Affection Bars (Yandere) + Ending Snippet

Reactions of twst boys from responses after saying “I love you”

[Headcannons]

Yuu with a good voice

Yandere headcannons (Deuce, Floyd, Jade)

Yandere headcannons (Vil, Idia)

Angsty headcannons if Yuu decides to stay (Azul, Malleus, Jamil, Idia)

[Crossovers]

~Genshin Impact~

Yuu as a god of divination Part 1

Yuu as a god of divination Part 2

[Misc]

Mostly asks that I answered which aren’t quite as long but were entertaining. Asks are usually under the tag of this & this.

Yuu sings love songs & twst boys react

RSA and the ghost bride

Dorm leaders answering to Yuu who asks to borrow them for an hour

Vice dorm leaders (and non actual vice leaders) answering to Yuu who asks to borrow them for an hour 

Yuu and Adeuce fights over a couch + Jack shows up

Beans day part 2 where the twst bois fight over Yuu

[Chatroom] Yuu goes through existential dread

When is Yuu’s birthday?

Yuu asks Azul to dispose a body

Yuu on her off-days

#masterpost #masterlist #twisted wonderland

[fictionalabyss]

Saltine.

Pairing : Crowley x Plussize!Reader

Word count : 1,930

Warnings : AU (Crowley isn't a demon but is super fucking rich), Cam girl, Cam show, drinking, partial nudity

Header by : @sorenmarie87, as always. She's the best and I adore her and her work.

Masterlist • Patreon • Ko-fi.

The internet was filled with so many girls thinking they could get rich quick just by taking off their clothes. Like they were something special, something to behold. But really, they were one in a billion. Forgettable. Nothing different from the next person.

You were one in thousands. Slightly better odds.

Being a BBW, while nothing overly special on it’s own, did do one thing for you. People who ended up in your room knew what they wanted. They wanted a curvaceous goddess in their face. Curves and softness, something you had plenty of. The pool of plus size cam girls was smaller than the pool of everyone else.

Beyond that, you did what people paid you to do. If a guy paid you to fill your room with balloons and pop them one after another by sitting on them, you did it. Rub lotion all over your stomach and then spit on it, sure. Wear clothes that were two sizes too small, why not.

Tonight was kind of like that. Packages from a few regulars had shown up in your PObox, and one of them had contained a bottle of booze. Glencraig, a scotch whiskey you’d never heard of until James showed up in your chat room and paid for a private show where you drank and talked with him for an hour about two months ago. Now you had your own bottle. So you had taken a picture of it sitting between your legs, put it as your profile pic on the site and titled your chat “Me and Craig. Let’s see where this goes.”

Crowley’s bored and frustrated. The office is empty and he’s supposed to be working but he’s pent up. It’s been a long day of morons fucking shit up and he needed a god damn break. Billions of dollars at his disposal and he still couldn’t buy good fucking help to run his business.

He’s scrolling through women, looking for someone to catch his eye and quickly realizing he doesn’t think anyone will. They’re all the same. Once you’ve had one, you’d had them all, and he’s had plenty in his time. Fergus McLeod was no innocent. He was the farthest thing from it.

With a grunt of disapproval, he started looking for something different, hoping for something new. Key words being typed into searches, but nothing catching his eye in half of those either. Not for long, anyways. ‘BBW’ was a keyword he’d hit. Not many girls online, some of them into some niche things that he’d honestly consider, but all their pictures were the same. Every single one.

Except one. It had him leaning closer, trying to read the label. Interested enough in that at least, he hit join. What he found inside made his cock twitch.

A dark leather chair, not too different from one he  sat in himself. Smooth thick thighs he found himself wanting to bite into. And between them? The item that had taken hold of his interest, the reason he’d clicked to join. Glencraig. The bottle was freshly opened from the looks of it, about three fingers missing, so probably only on her second glass at most. He leaned in again, trying to get a closer look at the label. A soft curse fell from his lips when he saw the numbers 1974, and then ‘Aged 34 Years’. His cock twitched again, and he found himself reaching down to grip it through his slacks.

It was a close up of the bottle right now, and he wasn’t complaining. No one complained when she went to refill her glass, either. A whiskey glass was brought down to her thigh, then the bottle was brought out of where it was nestled, and a bare pussy was exposed. Chimes rang through his office, followed by a soft giggle as she poured, and then the bottle was placed back down, her pussy hidden once more behind the amber liquid and the black label. Then the camera moved.

It was tilted up more, following the glass as it was brought up to her lips and she took another sip. A shiver ran down her spine as it burned, and Crowley found himself smiling along with her. He heard another chime, then her laugh again. The tip amounted to about 75$, give or take.

“James, don’t be absurd, you already paid for the bottle.” She spoke as she pushed the camera back, giving a full view. Bottle between her legs and that seductive smile on her lips.

A message came up in the chat that read ‘Maybe I want you to be able to get yourself another. Hey guys! Let’s get her enough to order another bottle so we can have another night like this!’

The chat sped up, messages agreeing with the sentiment, and more chimes of tips being given for the cause. Another giggle came from her lips as she brought the glass back up to her mouth.

Not to be out done, Crowley made a donation of his own.

You were smiling, giggling, happy that everyone seemed to enjoy the theme of the room tonight. Glad that James approved of how you used his gift. You tilted the glass back just as a few chimes went off signaling more donations, and one of them made you choke on the scotch and spit it out. You stared at the screen, stunned as the liquid ran down off your chin.

Who the fuck was TheKing, and why did he just drop what had to be about 2 grand on you?

A new alert sounded, and you noticed you had a DM. Speak of the devil.

>> TheKing : From one Glencraig lover to another. I hope you enjoy it, love.

You stared at it, still in shock. In all your time as a cam girl, on here, on BBW specific sites, nothing like this had ever happened before. People bought gifts, sure, but this?

>> TheKing : Breathe, darling. >> TheKing : Don’t forget to breathe.

Realizing you had just been sitting there staring at the screen, you wiped your chin off and licked your lips, trying to collect yourself. The main chat was blowing up, you weren’t the only one dealing with shock and awe with what just happened.

“Uhm.” you breathed out awkwardly, not sure what to say, how to react. Was this real? “All hail The King?” an awkward chuckle followed the words, but the chat room was filled with messages of ‘all hail TheKing!’  “Should I bow.. or..” you joked, with a shy smile.

>> TheKing : No need to bow, love. >> TheKing : Though I wouldn’t say no to a conversation.

A soft smile graced your lips before you typed out your answer.

<< Saltine : We’re having a conversation. >> TheKing : I was thinking something a little more face to face. >> TheKing : I hear your voice, you hear mine.

You licked your lips, the general chat room forgotten for the moment. With money he dropped on you, your undivided attention for a moment was the least you could do.

<< Saltine : I don’t meet people from the site in person. It’s a safety issue, I’m sure you understand.

Three little dots in the corner let you know he was typing almost immediately.

>> TheKing : I wouldn’t expect you to, love. I meant more of a chat where I have my camera on too. Make it a little more intimate. I don’t mind paying for a private show where you don’t need to show anything. I would just like a drink with you.

You chewed on your bottom lip for a moment, considering the offer. Private shows didn’t really happen a whole lot, but when they did, it was charged by the minute so it was worth the time. You found yourself using your thumb to crack the knuckle of your index finger, and then your middle one before you nodded. “Yeah, we can do a private chat.” you spoke, letting the chatroom know your cam would be shutting off in there in a minute.

>> TheKing : You just made me a very happy man, darling. Whenever you’re ready, you let me know.

You were chewing on your lip as you waited for his cam to kick in. It was a moment of black before a bright light seemed to come on, and quickly it shifted. There was black in the middle of brightness, and then slowly the light seemed to adjust. It was a window. A massive window. As the lighting adjusted, you found yourself looking at a man in a suit and behind him, a city skyscape all laid out for him.  Glancing at the time, you wondered where in the world he was. Was it evening like where you were, the sun still holding on and not yet ready to set, or was that a morning glow behind him. Either way, it looked beautiful.

The man himself was something to behold. Not stunningly beautiful, not young and fit like some of the guys who popped up on camera for you, but captivating. He seemed to demand attention, radiating power. He was someone. A few very short hairs touched his forehead, he had a short beard as well, one you had the urge to run your fingertips over. Dark piercing eyes that you felt burning into you as one side of his mouth turned up into a smirk at your reaction of seeing him.

“H-hi.” you stuttered, then curse yourself for it.

His smile only widened. He brought a glass up, and that’s when you noticed the bottle on his desk. The same as the bottle still sitting between your thighs. He took a sip, then placed the glass down on the dark wood. “Why Saltine?” he asked, and you felt your stomach flutter at the accent.

“Because I’m so fucking salty all the time?” You gave him a shy smile. “Why TheKing? What are you the king of?”

“Your dreams.” He answered without hesitation and a fuck ton of confidence. He was cocky, he knew the effect he had on people and how to use it. “If you wish it.”

“Tempting.” you try to tease, lifting your own glass to your lips. “Why me?” you ask before sipping.

“Glencraig. Aged 30 years or more, there is no finer drink, love. It’s rare to find a woman with such tastes.”

“It was bought for me.”

“But you enjoy it, yes?” You gave him a nod. You had to admit, it wasn’t bad. “A woman of taste.” he smiled again. “What other things do you enjoy, Saltine? Money? Things? Travel?”

“Are you offering?” he intrigued you. He really did. Something about him made you want more and you didn’t even know him. “I could use a vacation.”

“Anywhere you want, darling. Where would you like to go?”

“Paris.” You answered quickly, and it didn’t seem to faze him at all. “Scotland.” you added. “England. Ireland. India. Japan. I want to see it all.”

His smile widened again. “Scotland, eh? It has been a while since I’ve been home.”

“I was joking.” you chuckled.

“I wasn’t. In another life, I could’ve given you everything you wanted and more with just a snap of my fingers.” You sat there, stunned again. “Choose a place and I’ll send you there. If you want, I’ll take the time and meet you there. The choice is yours, darling. It’s been a long time since I’ve been this interested in anything.”

“All because of a bottle of Craig?” you asked.

“Everything good in life starts with a quality scots. Be it a whiskey, or a scotsman.” he winked. “So where first?”

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[sandwichrin]

A Little into You (Junkyu x Reader) (Ch. 9)

Chapter 9 - A step further.

Word count: 3k words

Genre: Fanfiction, PG13, Comedy, Romance.

A/N: Hi! Here’s Chapter 9! Thank you so much for waiting, and I really hope you all love this one 😀🧡

Now, it had been three weeks since you last met any of the Treasure members since you all had that lunch at the Japanese Restaurant. What’s that? Did you read that right?

Yes, it’s been three weeks.

And by now, the group chat that you and the 5 members have, had already expanded after Yedam added in the rest of the group in there.

This was your first time being in a group chat with these many people. Aside from your office’s group chat of course.

So one day whilst at work, you received a text from the Treasure group you were in.

 Chatroom:

Junkyu: Yeorobun~ Jihoon is asking if you all want to get some IKEA meatballs after today’s schedule!

Hyunsuk: Oh? But we’re finishing quite late today. Are you sure they’re still open late at night?

Junkyu: Oh. Right. @Jihoon Hey! Why did you recommend IKEA?? You know they don’t open after 11pm!

Jihoon: 😂😂😂 I knew they don’t.

Junkyu: ???? Then? Why’d you tell me to ask the group about it??

Jeongwoo: 😂😂 Junkyu-hyung…

Jihoon: I just like messing with you. Besides, you chatted the group with y/n in it so…. 😏

Y/n: ….are you guys okay….

 You smiled to yourself reading the chat again. It was silly, yet, amusing. You sort of missed talking to your new friends to be honest.

“Y/n, Mr Bae is looking for you,” your colleague, Soomin said, making you stop looking at your phone.

“Oh? Oh, right. I’ll go to him now,” You said as you got up from your seat.

Soomin nodded and went back to her desk not far from yours.

                                                               *

 Jihoon was grabbing himself a cup of water from the practice room’s water dispenser when he heard his best friend yell from behind him.

“YAH! PARK JIHOON! What’d you do that for???” Junkyu huffed, as he entered the door of the room.

Jihoon chuckled and drank his water before setting the cup down and facing his best friend.

“What? I didn’t do much?”

“Yahhhh, that was so embarrassing!” Junkyu exclaimed, as he ruffles his hair.

“Hm? What? Hey, I only asked you to ask the rest about IKEA and you were the one who chatted the wrong group,” Jihoon stated matter-of-factly.

“We need to change the group’s name! Y/n must think I’m dumb now,” Junkyu said, pouting.

“Sure, sure, we can change it later. We can write it as Treasure x Y/n. How’s that? Sounds like a collaboration, right?” Jihoon snickered as he pulls out his phone from his pocket.

“Whatever, as long as I don’t have to embarrass myself anymore,”

“Hmm?” Jihoon hummed. “Since when do you care about what y/n thinks of you, huh?”

“I-I don’t! I just don’t want to appear dumb, that’s all,” Junkyu stuttered slightly.

Jihoon grinned at him, “Sure, Junkyu.”

“Hey!” Hyunsuk’s voice appeared as he entered the practice room.

Both Jihoon and Junkyu turned to see who it was.

“You guys are early today. Your vocal training ended early?” Hyunsuk asked as he headed towards where Jihoon was, grabbing himself a cup of water from the water dispenser as well.

Both Jihoon and Junkyu nodded at his question.

Hyunsuk gulped down his drink, disposed the cup and walked to the middle of the room. There, he sat down and gestured the rest to sit with him.

“What are you both doing standing there? Come, sit! You should get proper leg rest before we start dancing later on,”

Junkyu and Jihoon went towards him and sat with him.

“So…what do you guys want for dinner tonight? Minus the IKEA idea of course,” Hyunsuk said.

Jihoon giggled when he saw Junkyu tense up from the word IKEA.

“No, noo! I didn’t mean it that way Junkyu,” Hyunsuk said, laughing a little. “Really though, where do you all want to order from for dinner?”

“I’m fine with whatever you guys are having,” Jihoon said.

“You guys want to gather in one dorm and just eat altogether there?” Hyunsuk asked, now scrolling his phone, searching for a suitable food menu for dinner.

“Sure, sounds okay with me,” Junkyu said. He tugged on the string of his pink treasure hoodie, realising that the strings were uneven.

“Ahh,” Jihoon stretched his arms out before laying down on the floor. “Hmm. Hey, Junkyu, do you want to invite y/n as well?”

Junkyu choked on his own saliva hearing Jihoon mention your name again. “Wh-what??”

Jihoon and Hyunsuk started laughing out loud.

“Hey, Jihoon, stop teasing Junkyu like that. He’ll hit us both later if you keep doing that to him,”

“Yeah! Why are you always mentioning her name here, huh? If you want to invite her so bad, why don’t you do it, huh?” Junkyu huffed as well.

Jihoon got up and sat back up properly. “Hey, don’t say that. I just might really invite her, you know,” he smirked at his two friends there.

“But y/n doesn’t know where we live? And I don’t think the rest are ready to reveal where we live to her too. I mean, we’ve only known her for what, a month or two?” Hyunsuk wondered aloud.

Jihoon shook his head. “Who says it has to be at our dorms?”

“Oh? Then, where?” Junkyu asked, extreme confusion portrayed on his face.

Jihoon smiled, showing his eye smile at his friends. “I’ll take care of it. Just find us some good food for takeout tonight,”

                                                                *

 “I don’t think that’s necessary Mr Bae,” you said, shaking your head from the idea he mentioned before you.

“Oh come on, y/n! You’ve been working here for over a year! It’s only reasonable you get promoted to do something else,” he said.

You kept quiet. Truthfully, you didn’t think you deserved any promotion at all. A raise in your salary? Maybe yes to that, but a new post?

Your eyes were kept lowered, as you stare at your thighs as you stay seated opposite Mr Bae’s desk.

Mr Bae is the president of the company, and yes, he is your teacher’s son. This was the man who gladly took you in to work with him when his mother was worried what would become of you when you missed your college entrance exam.

“Y/n,”

Your eyes lifted to look at him. “Yes”

“My mother would have wanted this for you too, you know.”

“I…I don’t know, Mr Bae,”

“What’s stopping you? Tell me,”

You shifted uncomfortably in the big chair you’re sitting in. You picked your fingers as you began thinking whether you should voice your concerns to your boss.

“Y/n?”

You inhaled deeply before letting out a deep sigh.

“Alright, fine. You caught me. I am worried. I feel like I don’t deserve this because first, I am the youngest person here, and to be promoted into an important team of the company just makes it seem fishy, don’t you think so? Besides, what’s everyone gonna say when they find out that I’m given that post when in reality all I have is a high school certificate??”

Your president grinned at this. This was the first time you have ever said anything this much to him. You had always been quiet around the people in this company, and seeing you rant out your concerns somewhat eases him.

Mr Bae leaned back into his tall, leather office chair. “Hmm. That’s it? That was all you’re worried about?”

You shook your head in disbelief. How could your president see this as a small matter? You were anxious about this, and yet he was so calm about it.

“Mr Bae, you don’t understand—”

“Please, call me Joonyoung. Or Joon for short. You’re my mother’s friend, and to be frank, our age isn’t that far apart, no?”

Your eyes narrowed at this, “Correction; I was your mother’s student. And, you’re literally 8 years older than I am so—”

Joonyoung laughed at this, clearly amused by you. “Alright, that’s fine, y/n. I’d understand why you’d benchmark yourself. You are indeed, way younger than I am,”

“Yes, indeed,” you huffed.

“But I still think you should accept the promotion,”

You scoffed. “Look, I told you, I am already concerned abou—”

“Soomin recommended you to be in her team too, you know,” he interrupted you before you could nag at him about your reasonings again.

That made you stop. You straightened your posture in your seat.

“S-soomin-eonnie? The one who seats not far in front of me in the office?”

“Yeah. She’s been asking for you to be on her comms team couple of times now, actually. I just didn’t want to push you before this because I knew you would refuse, with your ‘I am only a high school graduate’ excuse,” he said, adding quote marks when he mentioned your excuse.

“But…why?” You asked, confused.

Surely, Soomin is the only person you’ve interacted most in the office, and she’s quite young too, around 6 years older than you. But your interactions with her were mostly work-based. You were in charge of designing brochures, pamphlets, slides, creating reading materials and such for her and her team.

Whereas for Soomin, she was the leader in her unit, the Comms Team; they call it. What her team does was, they would go out on trips to other companies and provide a lecture or meeting for staffs and brief them on how they can incorporate and learn English language for their staff and companies. Sounds easy but it’s a handful once you’ve experienced the pressure of meeting people all around the city.

“So..?” Joonyoung’s voice broke you from your string of thoughts.

“Will you join Soomin? She’s been talking about how helpful you were to her and she felt bad that you were stuck doing all the computer work in the office.” Joonyoung got up from his seat and decided to peek outside his office’s window.

“She said that she felt like you had more potential than just being a person who sits at her desk and doing all mini jobs for everyone else in the office,”

“H-hey! That’s not true! I have students too,” you added, not wanting to make it seem like your job was that pitiful.

Joonyoung turned to look at you now. “Please, y/n, your students are the 3 staff that will soon be leaving to be relocated into Karako W’s office,”

You pouted. You almost forgot about the merge your boss had secured almost a month ago.

“So, let’s just say yes, shall we?” he smiled at you.

You let out a sigh.

“Great! I’ll take that as a yes!” he said happily. “I’ll let my mother know about this, she’ll be happy for you,”

“Sure…”

“Oh come on y/n, cheer up! You’re getting a promotion and a raise! Anyone would be happy to be in your shoes!”

You groaned. “Anyone but me,”

“Hey, at least now in your new post, you get to visit other big companies and collaborate with them,” he smiled, still convincing you.

You blinked a few times. You wondered if you ever got a chance to visit YGE’s company as well?

                                                                    *

 You got back to your desk to see your phone buzzing non-stop. You hurried to sit down and looked at it closely.

4 new messages from Jihoon TRSR

“Huh? Jihoon-ssi?” you muttered to yourself.

Just as you were about to open the messages, your phone started buzzing again in your hands, but this time it was a heavy buzz since it was a call.

Panicked, you answered it without looking at the screen.

“Hello?” You answered, slightly whispering since you didn’t want to disrupt the quiet atmosphere in your office.

 “Y/n! Quick! I need help!” Jihoon’s voice, rang in your ears, all panicked.

“What? Why? What’s wrong Jihoon?” you felt your forehead creasing, now that you heard his panicked voice. Did something bad happen to them?

“Y/n, please. You gotta help us. The management…Jaehyuk…”

“What, what?? What’s going on??” Your tone in your voice rose, now that you were anxious to know what happened. But Jihoon wouldn’t complete his sentences!

“Please, I’ll tell you all about it later. But you gotta help me, help us, please?” he pleaded through the phone.

You took a deep breath and exhaled. Your eyes dart around the office to see if anyone was watching you. None. Coast clear.

“Alright, Jihoon. What can I do for you?”

                                                                 *

 “Bingo!” Jihoon said happily, once he got off the phonecall with you.

The rest of the group looked at him and wondered what he was so happy about.

Jihoon walked to his spot in the choreography formation and did some light stretches since he took a short break to call you just now.

“Hey, Hoon, what are you so happy about, huh?” Hyunsuk said, as he noticed his friend’s beaming reflection from the room’s mirror.

“Nah, I’m just happy about tonight, that’s all,” Jihoon answered, his bright smile still plastered on his face.

“Ookay…”

“Speaking of which, have you decided what to buy for tonight’s dinner?” Jihoon asked Hyunsuk back.

“Oh, I asked the rest and they said they wanted pizza. That good for tonight?”

“Sounds great! And I’ve got the perfect place for us to eat too, tonight!”

Doyoung clapped his hands at this, “Wahhh hyung, both you and Hyunsuk are really treating us really well tonight, huh? What’s the special occasion?” he asked.

“Oh nothing, it’s just for all your hard work today,” Jihoon answered happily.

“Yayyyy! We’re having pizza tonight!” Junghwan cheered happily.

“Oh yeah, where are we going to have dinner tonight? Hyunsuk-hyung’s dorm?” Jaehyuk asked.

Jihoon winked at his dongsaengs. “It’s a surprise.”

                                                                  *

 (Y/n’s Apartment – Nighttime)

 “Eonnie! Eonnie!” you called out.

Your sister’s breathing was ragged and heavy. Like she was suffocating badly.

You got up from your chair beside her bed and ran outside the room, hoping to bump into a doctor who wasn’t busy at the time.

You found one not far from the nurse’s counter, and you grabbed him by the arm.

“Doctor! Please, please, my sister—” you shook your head and gestured him to follow you.

When both you and the doctor arrived in your sister’s room, she was already shaking in her bed, her breathing more ragged now.

The doctor rushed in and checked your sister’s vitals and eyes.

“She’s having a seizure! Nurses, hurry!” he called out loudly.

Soon, you saw two to three nurses rush in to help the doctor.

You stood by the doorframe, holding on to it, as if you were going to fall if you ever let go.

You watched as they tried to tend to your sister and your tears wouldn’t stop flowing down your cheeks. You were sobbing on your own now, watching needles being poked into your sister’s delicate skin again.

You shook your head over and over again, sobbing.

Please don’t leave me, eonnie. Please.

 You woke up from your sleep, panting.

You sat up in your bed slowly, trying to regain yourself.

It was a dream. It was only a dream.

You sniffled to yourself. You realised your cheeks were wet and you proceeded to wipe them on the sleeves of your shirt.

“Ah shucks. I can’t believe I cried in my sleep,” you mumbled to yourself.

Eeeeeekkk.

Your eyes widened. What was that? Did you hear wrongly? Or was it really a chair moving?

You gulped. You grabbed your phone on your nightstand and checked the time.

11.37 pm.

You frowned to yourself. Just how early did you fall asleep?

You kept quiet a little longer, just to see if there were any more noises.

A good whole minute passed by. No noise.

“Huh, I must be imagining things,” you assured yourself.

You were about to pull your covers over yourself again when you heard it again.

EEEEeeeeeekkkkk. Eeek.

That sounded like two chairs. Or specifically, the sound of the chair in your kitchen makes because you fairly remember how it sounds like ever since you removed the carpet underneath the chairs to be washed the other day.

Your heart raced. You slowly got up from your bed, slipped on your room slippers and slowly made your way towards the door.

You didn’t open your bedroom door or anything, since you didn’t have the courage to do so. But you pressed your ear against it, just in case you could hear anything.

“What are we doing here, hyung? Aren’t we trespassing?”

“Nah, we’re not. Believe me, this is legal,”

“But she’s not here. She’s probably asleep already,”

“Yeah, hyung, we should leave. This isn’t right,”

“Oh come on you all, she could be curled up in bed reading a book. Who the heck sleeps this early??”

You could your own breathing growing louder. Are there trespassers in your house??

Who should you call? Should you call the police?

Your head turned to look at your phone that you left on your nightstand. You decided to go over there to take it when suddenly you heard the doorknob getting turned.

This is crazy! You were in your pajamas and you didn’t have any weapon on you! Heck, you didn’t have your phone with you right now too!

You decided to just brace yourself and just throw in a hasty punch at whoever this trespasser is. The nerve! How dare they come into your home this time of the night?!

Just then, the door creaked open and you hurriedly pounced on the trespasser, making you both fall to the floor. Your eyes were shut as you swing your arms to punch the person but then you felt a hand grabbing your arm, making you freeze in your spot.

“Whoa! Easy there, cutie. What are you all feisty about?” a familiar voice spoke out.

Huh? That voice.

You opened your eyes to see….Jihoon laying on the floor beneath you, whereas his waist was trapped in between your thighs.

His hand was still holding on to your arm that was raised up earlier.

You furrowed your eyebrows. “Jihoon?? What are you doing here??”

“Aaahhh! I think I just saw something I shouldn’t be seeing!” You heard another voice screaming not far from you.

You lift your head to see who it was, and there it was….the rest of the familiar faces you know…all looking at both you and Jihoon with shocked looks.

  To be continued... 

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[doshmanziari]

Musical Offerings for the New Year || What is “Radical Music” in 2021?

Near the end of 2020, a bunch of musicians populating a chatroom, including myself, each submitted ten minutes’ worth of our work to another musician, Chimeratio, who generously compiled it all into a set totaling nearly ten hours.¹ The work didn’t need to be new; just what we thought might best represent our abilities/style(s) and/or perhaps what we were especially pleased with. The set premiered in late January. Since I have some tentative plans for reorienting Brick By Brick this year, while not overriding its emphases, I wanted to share that music with anyone who’s interested.

I compiled the four videos into a playlist, although you can also access them individually: here (1), here (2), here (3), and here (4). If you care to, and are on a computer, you can also view the accompanying chatlog and read people’s responses from when they were listening to the live broadcast.

The compulsion for this project was sparked by excited discussions over and usage of the term “digital fusion”, most helpfully propagated by Aivi Tran, designating a computer-based body of work that for years lacked the rooftop of a commonly agreed upon genre-name. While describing my music has never been a big concern, even if it’s usually felt impossible (what, for example, is this? or this? I dunno!), I’ve appreciated how the spread and application of this term has brought together people who may have felt isolated.²

As “digital fusion” gained designative traction, I witnessed the activity in the aforementioned chatroom explode over the course of a few days. Before, a day’s discussion might’ve been a few dozen messages; now, there were dozens of messages every half-minute. This had positive and negative ramifications, the negative being that conversations often proceeded at a pace of rapidity which precluded concentrated thought. Eventually, I bowed out because the rapidity exceeded my threshold for meaningful interaction; but I was glad that significant invigoration was going on.

I wanted to share this music also because it intersects with thoughts and talks I’ve been having stemming from the question, “What is ‘radical music’ in 2021?” This was stimulated by a 2014 talk given by the writer Mark Fisher, wherein he contends that, were we to play prominent “cutting edge” music from now to people twenty years ago, very nearly none of it would be aesthetically shocking, bizarre, or revelatory (think of playing house music to an audience in the early 1960s!). Fisher also observes a trend of returning to music which once was seen as the future -- as if, deprived of a shared prograde vision, imaginations turn hazily retrograde; ergo, genres such as synthwave or albums like Daft Punk’s Random Access Memories.

It isn’t my goal here to argue about the “end of history.” Fisher’s time-travel hypothetical, however, rings loud and true to me. Visible musical radicalism has, for at least a decade, been strictly extra-musical, in the sense of songs like “This is America” or “WAP”, where one’s response is primarily to the spectacle of the music video, the performer’s identistic markers, and/or the manner in which the lyrics intersect with (mostly US-centric) ideological hotspots. Musically, there is really nothing radical here. Any vociferous condemnations or defenses of a song like “WAP” deal in moralizing reactions to semantics or imagery: how progressive or regressive is the political aspect? how propelled or repelled are we by the word “pussy”?

It would be a mistake, and simply wrong, to assert that the only music one can enjoy escapes the parameters outlined above; and my inability to coherently categorize some of my own music hardly raises that portion to the status of radicality. But the question here pertains to what is being made, and I think that if we’re going to seriously consider the nature of truly radical music today, we do need to question if such a quality can prominently exist when our hyper-fast consumerist cycle seems to forbid not just sustained, lifelong relationships to artwork but also the local, unhurried nourishment of creative gestation. Now, in my opinion, there are good, even great, examples of radical music still being made in deep Internet-burrows, and for evidence of that I would offer some of the material contained in the linked playlists. Moreover, I’d say that this quality can exist in part because these little artistic communities are so buried.

Let me share a quote that another person shared with me recently:

For culture to shift, you need pockets of isolated humanity. Since all pockets of humanity (outside of the perpetually isolated indigenous people in remote wilderness) are connected in instantaneous fashion, independent ideas aren’t allowed to ferment on their own. When you cook a meal, you have to bring ingredients together that have had time to grow, ferment, or decompose separately. A cucumber starts out as a seed, then you mix it with the soil, water and sunlight. You can’t bring the seed, soil, water and sunlight to the kitchen from the get-go. When you throw those things in to the mixture without letting them mature, the flavor cannot stand out on its own. Same thing with art and fashion. A kid in Russia can come up with a new way to dance, gets filmed on a phone, it goes viral quickly but gets lost in the morass of all of the other multitudinous forms of dance. Sure it spread far and wide, but it gets forgotten in a week. In the past, his new art form would have been confined locally, nurtured, honed, then spread geographically, creating a distinct new cultural idiosyncrasy with a strong support base. By the time it was big enough to be presented globally, it was already a cultural phenomenon locally. This isn’t possible anymore. We’re consuming too many unripened fruits.

The main impression I have here is that radical music today will, and must be, folk music. Our common idea of folkiness might be the scrappy singer strumming a guitar, but my interpretive reference rather has to do with the idea of a music being written, first of all, for one’s self, and then shared with a small-scale community, which in turn helps the artist grow at their own pace. This transcends a dependence upon image, the primacy of acoustic instrumentation, or the signaling of sincerity versus insincerity. It is a return to the valuation of outsider art, so rare nowadays. As someone who I was recently in dialogue with wrote, “Where can you find new genuine folk music? Pretty much just with your friends, imo. Even then, the global world is so influential and seeps into any crack it can find. I think vaporwave was radical and folk for a while. Grant Forbes made that music way before the world knew about it.”

Sometimes, a lot of fuss is made over what’s seen as “gatekeeping” within certain communities. It can be, depending on the context, justifiable to question and critique this behavior. At other times, the effort of maintaining a level of exclusivity, of retaining an idiosyncratic shapeliness to the communal organism, can be a legitimate attempt to protect the personal, interpersonal, and cultural aspects from the flattening effect of monoculture. Hypothetically, I welcome the Castlevania TV series and Super Smash Bros. Ultimate having introduced new and younger demographics to Castlevania. In actuality, stuff like “wholesome sad gay himbo Alucard”, image macros, and neurotic “stan” fanfiction being what’s now first associated with the series makes me want to put as much distance as possible between my interests and those latecoming impositions.

The group-terminology David Chapman uses in his essay “Geeks, MOPs, and Sociopaths in Subculture Evolution” is kinda cringey, but some of the cultural/behavioral patterns he lays out are relevant to the topic. Give it a look. If we cross his belief that “[subcultures] are no longer the primary drivers of cultural development” with our contemporary consume-and-dispose customs, we’re left with the predicament of it’s even worth attempting to bring radical/outsider art beyond its rhizomatic habitat. This is troubling, because it would mean that artistic radicality no longer might not only refuse to but cannot encompass cultural upheaval. It would be like if dance music were invented and -- instead of progressively permeating nightlife, stimulating countercultural trends, and ultimately being adapted as the basis for pop music globally -- only were listened to via headphones by a few thousand people on their own, stimulated a group meeting once a year or two, and never affected music beyond a niche-within-a-niche. That’s a very sad picture to me.

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¹ Chimeratio has also maintained an excellent blog on here dedicated to looking at videogame music written in irregular time signatures, far preceding higher-profile examinations like 8-bit Music Theory’s video on the same topic.

² For myself, creative isolation has had its uses, because it has led me down routes that are highly personalized. The isolation can be dispiriting too. Although a lot of my music is videogame-music-adjacent, almost none of it uses “authentic” technology, such as PSG synthesizers or FM synthesis; and the identification of those sounds is fairly important for recognition.

#music analysis #radicalism #digital fusion