So, I went to see Musical Touken Ranbyu today and..Holy shit it was awesome!

Just really, loved the story, loves the cast, loved the songs. The only complaint I have would be the technical issue where I felt that the sound speakers weren’t able to handle the loudness of the music and messed up the awesomeness of the songs sometimes, which I felt was honestly a shame, because they did really well on the singing. (Also, I think the music was a little too loud sometimes, as you could barely hear the actors sing.)

Until I picked up my tickets at the theater I had no clue where I’d be seated, so I feared the worst, but… I had some really nice seat. 15th row, 18th seat. Which not too far from the stage, and right in the middle of the theater at the aisle! 

More impressions and a short summery under the cut… 
(Read at your own risk! May contain spoilers! I’ll try to keep it cryptic though.)

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Sinister ǀ 01

A/N: Here is chapter one of Sinister! Thank you everyone who has shown interest in the series. 

Warnings: None yet, violence in future chapters.


Preview // Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7

You sat next to Doyoung in art history, chatting about last week’s lecture over Richard Avedon* and his philosophy about artwork. It was a fairly normal Monday, despite some of the unusual commotion you’d heard this morning. Before class started, Mina ran up to you in what appeared to be hysterics.

“Y/N!” She exclaimed, gripping your hand. “There’s a new dance student! He’s starting today and he’s-“ she cut herself off, noticing Doyoung’s proximity. She leaned near your ear and whispered “He’s stunning, Y/N. I’ve never seen anyone like him before.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at her excitement. “You said the same thing when Winwin came, Mina. I think you might be exaggerating a bit.” You shot her a look, warning her to drop the subject as class would soon start.

The girl huffed at your dismissive behavior. “You haven’t even seen him yet” She whined. “And it’s your job to great him, since everyone knows you practically run every dance related group in the school.”

You softened a bit, accepting that you may have been rude to her. “You’re right, and I will.” You glanced up at the clock. “After the art history lecture.” Mina shook her head, but dropped the subject. You resumed your conversation with Doyoung about different photographers you looked up to and discussed who you would be choosing for your upcoming report.

Shortly into your discussion with Doyoung, the professor entered the classroom, catching your attention. “Y/N, I know you hate to miss class, but you’ve been requested by the dean. I can have lecture notes sent to you, but I’m afraid this is out of my hands.”

You tilted your head in confusion. Why had the dean requested you? Sure, you, along with your close friend Ten, were responsible for greeting new dance students, but this still felt absurd to you. No one was so important that it couldn’t wait until the end of the lecture. Deciding not to put up a fight you grabbed your bag and stood up. “Of course Dr. Janna. I’ll get the notes from Doyoung later.” You made your way out of the lecture hall and down to the dean’s office a few buildings away. You couldn’t shake the odd feeling that came over you the closer you got to the office.

As you approached the door, the feeling looming in the air could only be described as dread. The emptiness of the building made you sure it wasn’t just in your head either. The feeling in the building was repelling people from entering. It made you nervous to say the least. Steeling yourself, you pulled open the door to reveal the dean sitting across his desk from some ethereal looking boy. The dean looked up at you when you stepped inside, smiling broadly as he motioned for you to take a seat. “Y/N, please come in. Let me introduce you to our new student, Mister Lee Taeyong.” He gestured to the boy who was in the seat beside you, staring intently at you.

The boy’s – or rather, Taeyong’s – appearance was off putting. He was an odd mix of being unearthly beautiful and utterly terrifying. His eyes felt cold as they bore into you, despite the smile that graced his face. His synthetically white hair was styled up on his head, appearing even brighter under the harshness of the office lights, yet somehow managed to look soft. Everything about him seemed to contradict itself, including the feelings you had while looking at him. Part of you wanted to run back out of the door, but another part of you wanted to stay beside him.

Choking down your fears, you put on your best smile and stuck your hand out to greet him. “It’s nice to meet you, Taeyong.”

His eyes softened as they took you in, reaching out to grasp your hand and shake it. “Likewise.” His voice was deep and melodious and his smile seemed to reach his eyes now, dissipating much of the unease you had felt. “I’m excited to be here, please take care of me.”

Just like that, in the span of seconds, the tension in the room disappeared. You made small talk with Taeyong and the dean about his schedule, as well as your role in the school. Within a few minutes you could hear passersbys in the hall, letting you know that the building was once again inhabited by people other than the two in the room with you. You soon parted with the dean, offering to show Taeyong to his class as he had it with you, your ballroom dance class which you also had with Johnny and Jaehyun. You knew the instructor would likely be in the room already, so you headed out despite having about 20 minutes until it started. On your walk to the studio you learned quite a bit about the boy beside you, most notably that his family was a longtime friend of the dean, and it had been his intention to attend here from the beginning, but due to a series of health problems it was delayed. Other than dancing, he evidently raps and promised to show you when he had the chance. The longer the two of you spent talking, the more he seemed to relax, the harsh gaze you’d first been met with now seeming like nothing but a memory.

Reaching the door you peaked inside “Let’s see if Marc is here yet…” You spotted the instructor standing by the audio system, scrolling through some music. “There he is, I’ll introduce you to him.” You lightly pulled on his hand, missing the light rose colored blush that graced his cheeks at the sudden contact. “Marc! I have someone here you should meet.”

The instructor turned to face you and Taeyong, smiling widely as you approached. “Ah, of course, my star.” He looked over to the boy beside you. “I’m guessing you must be Taeyong? Our new student?” He smiled affectionately, grabbing his roster from the table. “How are you with partner dancing, my boy?”

Taeyong gripped your hand tightly, to the point it was slightly uncomfortable. You chalked it up to him being nervous around new people as he had a similar stance when you had first met. You heard his breath catch beside you, causing you to look at him. Before you could open your mouth to question him however, he pulled a smile. “I am. It’s a pleasure to meet you. As for partner dancing, I’m assuming you primarily mean ballroom? I’m certain I’m not the best, but I’ve been told I’m quite good.” His voice seemed a bit more strained than earlier, his discomfort being quite obvious.

Marc smiled, noting Taeyong’s place in the roster. “Well Mr. Lee, we’ll be assigning partners for the upcoming projects today. Given your situation, I’m guessing you’d be most comfortable working with Y/N?” His head tilted slightly as he waited for a response, casting his eyes down to your tightly clasped hand.

Noticing his gaze, Taeyong quickly released your hand, rubbing the back of his neck as he chuckled awkwardly. “If she wouldn’t mind, I’d really like that.”

Your instructor turned to look at you, making you quick to respond. “Of course. Besides, Ten isn’t in this class so I wouldn’t have an excuse anyway.”

Marc nodded and jotted down a few notes. “Students should be coming in soon, so be sure to get acquainted with some of them. I’m sure Miss Y/L/N wouldn’t mind introducing you to a few of her friends?” He looked at you expectantly, forcing you to nod along with his suggestion. You motioned for Taeyong to follow you over to some of the benches along the side.

Setting your things down, you glanced around the room, noting that not many students were in the studio yet. You pulled out your phone and saw a text from Ten, asking if you could practice after classes at 4. You sent back a short agreement and refocused on the boy beside you. “This is my last class of the day, and I’m meeting my dance partner at 4, but I can show you around until then.”

Taeyong’s face lit up at the mention of being shown around. “I’d really like that, I don’t know the campus well yet.”

The two of you made small talk as you waited for students to come into the room. You found yourself questioning how frightened you had been of this man when you first met him, as if somehow, instinctively, something about him made you want to run. You decided that if you ever got close enough to him, you’d ask about it, but for now you would let it go.

As life would have it however, you would start getting those answers sooner than you expected.

*Richard Avedon was a well known fashion and portrait photographer who was credited with helping to define style and beauty standards in America.

Service - Daryl Dixon & Negan Imagine

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request: Heyo I’m quiet new here so I don’t know if u write Daryl imagines or one shots? But if u do could'ya do one where negan finds out ur Daryl’s Girlfriend&He wants to make her one of his gf’s because she is quiet pretty&he wants to drive him more crazy?

“Alright, buddy,” Negan announced, “Time for a field trip.”

“Why?” Daryl asked. 

“Because I said so!” Negan barked. “Unless you want to go back to your cell and listen to your favorite song, of course. Dwight, here, can make that possible.” Daryl didn’t need to be persuaded any more. He hopped into the back of the truck with a group of Negan’s men. 

You and Eugene sat at a small table next to the gates of Alexandria. He was busy fixing some kind of speaker, and you were sharpening one of your knives. Since Daryl wasn’t around anymore, you had to find ways to stay busy and keep your mind occupied. Rosita and Spencer pulled up to you and Eugene, their car halting to a stop. 

“Can you open the gate?” Rosita asked. You got up from your seat and made your way over to the latch. “Eugene!”

“Yeah,” he mumbled. 

“Why don’t you get off your ass and open the gate instead of sitting there and making (Y/N) do it?” Rosita quipped. 

“It’s really okay,” you assured both of them. “I don’t mind.” With everyone constantly on the edges of their seats, you found everyone was more snappy and got angry with each other much quicker than usual. You knew that you would all have to remain a united front if you wanted any chance to kill Negan, so you tried your hardest to keep everybody civil. 

“We’re going out to see if we can find anything for when they come,” Spencer said, leaning in to Rosita so he could talk to Eugene. “You wanna help?”

“I don’t believe I’d be up to that,” Eugene answered, clenching and unclenching his fists. 

“Yeah, sounds about right,” Rosita sneered. You could see she was trying to end their conversation so she wouldn’t say something too harsh. She had done it before, and she felt like absolute shit afterwards. 

“I can go with you guys,” you offered. “I need to get out of here for a while.”

“I’m repairing this portable audio system for them. We’ll have a perfectly respectable music player when they arrive.” Eugene began to babble on about how he was, in fact, helping out with the community. “I’m doing my part to give them what they want.” 

Just as you were about to swing the latch to open the gate, you heard the loud roaring of motors from outside Alexandria. Rosita put the car in park and got out of the car, following Spencer. Eugene grimaced at the loud noises. The motors stopped, only for whistling to start. You saw the shadow of a man and a baseball bat walking up to the gate and immediately stepped back. The bat was swung in circles by one hand, and the other stayed in his pocket. 

“Dun, dun, dun, dun,” Negan sing-songed. You could only see the silhouette of him resting Lucille on his shoulder through the tarp that spread across the gate. He raised the bat and knocked three times, Eugene flinching with each echoing clash. “Little pig, little pig!” Lucille was back on his shoulder. His knees bounced with each word as he articulated, “Let me in!” 

Rosita’s jaw stiffened as she looked to you and then Spencer. He stepped past you and pulled back the fence, revealing Negan and many of his men. “Well?”

Spencer stared through him, curiosity evident on his face. “Uh, who are you?” You and Rosita immediately glanced at each other, fear rising within the two of you. 

“Oh, you better be jokin’!” Negan said with a smile. He rocked on his knees as he did previously and bobbled his head. “Nega, Lucille. I know I had to make a pretty strong first impression!”

Rick walked up beside you and next to Spencer. “Well, hello, there,” Negan smirked. You and Rosita stood on either side of Rick, the three of you sending glares Negan’s way. “Do not make me have to ask.” The smile had dropped from his face, and his words were laced with what sounded like a threat. 

Rick looked away and then back before walking to the gate. “You said a week. You’re early.” He pulled the gate back, leaving Negan to look at you and Rosita. 

“I missed ‘ya,” Negan sarcastically remarked. He chuckled, then killed a walker that had weaved its way through his vehicles. “Alright, everybody! Let’s get started.” Only now were you able to see all the Saviors who had tagged along. Amongst them was Daryl. He looked disgusting. His hair was greasy and hung in front of his eyes which had several bags under them. His winged leather vest was replaced by a grayish sweater with the letter A spray-painted in orange largely on his chest. What you assumed were sweat stains lined the neck of the raggedy sweater. Daryl looked at you, going back and forth between making eye contact and looking at the pavement beneath his feet. 

“Hey, Rick, you see that? What I just did? That is some service!” Negan continued to address Rick, but all you could do was stare at poor Daryl. His busted lip quivered as he looked around him. Daryl followed Negan into Alexandria, occasionally being shoved by the man with the burnt face. 

“Daryl,” you tried to say quietly, but you began to sob as soon as you got close to him. 

“No,” Negan interrupted. “Nope.” He walked in between the two of you and admired your sad frame. “Aw, were you two a thing? That’s cute.” He stepped closer to you, and you moved back. He took another step, and you did too. This time, you bumped into Rosita, who caught you in her arms and steadied you. Negan’s face was now inches away from yours. “Come on, darlin’. I’m not all that bad.” You sobbed and turned your head away from him, trying to avoid eye contact at all costs. He reached out to touch you, and you turned your head again. His fingers brushed against your cheeks as you sniffled. He turned your head so you were facing him. “Wow, you’re not too bad.” He stepped back, and you jerked your face out of his grasp. He looked you up and down. “A bit malnourished, but not too bad. You could be of use to me.”

“I’m nobody’s sex doll,” you retorted. You knew exactly what he meant, and you weren’t about to let that happen. 

“How about this?” Negan chuckled. “You come home and marry me, or I let Lucille have Daryl. Right here, right now. Hm?”

You frantically shook your head and stepped closer to him. “No! No, please. I’ll-I’ll go with you. Just don’t hurt him.”

Daryl’s chest rose and fell rapidly as he began to shake. 

“You got it. Now, get in the van.” 

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Don’t Leave Pt.2 (M)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

BTS; Yoongi/Suga

Genre: Angst | Smut 

Word count: 9,120 end my life

Warnings: Emotional pain…… I’m sorry

Description: Three years later and no word from Yoongi. When you move to Seoul for your first job out of college and bump into him accidentally, what secrets will unfold? 

A/N: Again, wanted to thank @baeseoul who’s fic Destruction of a Muse inspired me to write this(please, please give it lots of love) and to @jungblue for giving me the idea. I apparently like to cause emotional pain and turmoil. I’m sorry.

Also, thank you for bearing with me on the wait, I suck and procrastination is strong on my end, but I hope you all will enjoy.

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