So someone once submitted a very cute imagine and I’ve been wanting to write a thing for it. So here it is!
Dark had kept you company while you had painted before. He watched the brush strokes as they varied from thin to thick, solid to spotty, and it was something he had never really took the time to sit and observe before. He never found a reason to.
Sometimes he watched you sculpt, working with anything from clay to marble. How you found this much time, he had no idea. You dabbled in some pottery. Once you asked if he would model for you, and he agreed with a smug grin before you told him it was just a bust drawing. It took you long enough to muster up that courage, but it certainly didn’t hold a candle to how much it took to ask Dark to actually sit and draw with you.
“Are you sure?” he asked. “I’m not exactly the artistic type, in case you hadn’t taken note of that.”
“C’mon,” you said, nudging his arm, “it’ll be fun. We can just… chill. Talk a bit. It’ll be nice.”
Dark sighed, showing that he wasn’t jumping for joy at the thought of sitting and painting or whatever for however long. He had better things to do. But if it would keep you contented, he was willing.
“I don’t even know what to do,” he muttered, tapping the brush against the side of the palette.
“Just… whatever comes to mind? A landscape, maybe? Something else? It’s what your heart is telling you,” you suggested, mixing a couple of colors on your palette.
Dark tried to formulate an image, but failed. He decided that maybe some improvisation wouldn’t hurt as long as he was doing something. You looked at your phone for reference before the screen began to glitch and fragment.
A message. It had only two words, but you knew immediately who it was from.
Before you could protest, there was a knock at the door before Anti opened the door and let himself in. Dark looked up and his lip twitched upwards in anger. “What is he doing here?” he asked and you shrugged. It wasn’t like you could control him.
"̖D̝͘o҉͔̤͇̦̤n͉̯̬̭̰͉'̨̻̲t̖̀ b̴͕̰͎é̫̖̻ ̸̜̣th͟a͝t̰̺ ͏̫̦̣̼̯w̯̯̙̜a̷̘͍̖̘͉͔̩y͚̩̱͢,͚͘ ̡̹͇̺D̤̣̖̩̳a̠͉̜̭̮r͉̟͠k̩̯͔̘̞̲y̰͞!̹̗̜͓̗̞"̵͍̣ Anti buzzed, taking a seat on the floor between you two.
"̳̹̫͚͔̪̯F͟e͚̥̭͈͞ͅe̡͈̝l͕͇i̮̳̭n̠̹̮̙̲̥͜'̢̬̺̩̺̺ ̹͔̪ḷ͖̞͖͠o͓̲̲͚̖͟n͔̰̤e̮̬̫͉̩l̵̲̝̲͎ͅy̰ͅ,̶̳ ̻̫̲͕I̦̙͔̭̯̺̹ g̙̜̮̦͕̩̻͢u̼̥̬̮͎̝e͉̻̫̻̫͠s̹s͍.̮͉̪͝ ̨̩͖͈̺̭̩̹I̖̮'͇͡m̷̹̥ ̮̟̫̲j̡u̯̫̗s͖̩t̯̣͕̗͔͖͡ ̬̙̻̥̖̟h͖͖͇͍̕e̺͙̘͉͞ṟ̶̩̝͓̥͖͙e͎͍̥̥̼̝̱ ͈͖͉̰͎͝t͉̬̦̥̣̬o͔̝͚͎ ̸̱̮̪͔h̖̘̭a̙̘̱̭͈v҉̣e̢̹̟̖̖̺̤ ̜̣̫̲̥̼͙a ͔g͏̗̘̙̦̩͙̦o̡̼̘̣̩̻̻͉o͖͠d͖̺͇ͅ ͕͔̱̤̠ti͔m͍͉̝̠͈e̯͖͙̲̻͠.̜̞̣͈̥͙̲"̰͎̫̰̪̮̪̕
“No.” Dark glared at Anti, waiting for him to leave. You smiled a little at the juvenile reason Anti gave for dropping by so suddenly. “Go away.”
“Well, he’s not hurting anyone,” you said, looking at Dark. Anti seemed to light up at your defense. “Art isn’t just for certain people.”
Anti stuck his tongue out at Dark for a split second, a smug grin on his face. Dark sighed and rolled his eyes.
“Let me see if I can get anything for you,” you said, putting down your palette and brush.
You returned after a few moments, surprised that Dark and Anti weren’t at each others’ throats. “Sorry,” you began, “but all I could find was some crayons.”
"̵͎̟͎̲̣̘Ṱ̶̞̗h̰̰̬͘a̳̯̗̠̫t̠̰̮'s͈̜̤͔ͅ ̫̰f̧̤i҉̪͇͚̭n̨̙e͍̪!͎̦̠̯̙̱̯"̬̘̳͘ said Anti, excited just for the chance to join in. You placed a coloring book in front of him and he laid on his stomach, flipping it open to a random page.
Dark gave you a disapproving look, but you just shrugged at him. “Could be fun.”
“You owe me for the headache I will inevitably get from him.”
HAHAHAHAHA! Fun day today; I totally just told off this jackass on YouTube! I’ll copy & paste my comment down here but I’ll also link you guys to the video so you can read it from the source (he deleted his comment btw LMFAOOO)
~I’m not going to waste my time arguing with some doofus on YouTube so I’m just gonna lay these facts here and see my way out. I wanna say that you’re contradicting yourself all over the place, dude.
Firstly, you say that you love BTS’ rappers and then turn around and say RM isn’t shit? By doing that, you’re not only making it hard for people to see your point, you’re also making yourself look like a dork.
Secondly, you claim to have heard all of his “shit”, but you also claim that all of his songs are about love? Let me just type some of his lyrics down to prove you wrong:
"너희들이 맨날 느낀다는 rap pain난 순식간에 비트를 제패 널 보면 비트들이 말을 하네 쟤 패
배알이 좀 꼴리실 거에요 제 pay
스웨덴, 독일 브라질 to 재팬
니 더러운 혀보다 강해여 제 펜
이제야 까보네여 오광보다 더한 제 패
Got six bullets in my tongue
Six snakes in my lung
Six shots got me feelin’ 2pac 그래 이건 에이셉의 가사"
In English, he’s saying *I’ll open this place’s doors and close them like a campaignthe rap pain that you guys feel every day
in an instant I conquer the beat
when they see you the beats speak, that guy’s a loss
you’ll feel a little offended, my pay
Sweden, Germany, Brazil to Japan
my pen is stronger than your dirty tongue
it’s now, try to tease me my loss that’s greater than Okwang^
got six bullets in my tongue, ho
six snakes in my lung, ho
six shots got me feeling 2pac, okay, these are A$AP’s lyrics, ho*
^ = Okwang, a fortune-telling card game
Now I don’t know about you, but that sure as hell doesn’t sound like a love song to me (btw, these are lyrics of his song “Joke” from his very recent mix tape that clearly you haven’t listened to).
Thirdly, do you even speak Korean? As somebody who does, in fact, speak Korean, I can very much appreciate the wordplay and puns that you claim RM doesn’t use. Another example of you totally contradicting yourself. You can’t make all of these ridiculous claims and say such a blanket statement like “most fangirls don’t understand Korean” if you don’t understand it yourself. You say “Rapmonster has no punchlines, no play on words, no rifts and his lyrics are like words rapped from a generic love song” (yes this is a direct quote). So here, let me show you another example of some puns/wordplay/etc. that you may have missed out on because you clearly don’t understand Korean (otherwise you wouldn’t have made those outrageous and quite incorrect claims):
"I’m not pop, I’m not rock, I’m not funk, I’m not R&B or hiphop
아직도 뭔지도 모르는 애들 전부 다 파라 귓밥
‘치마에 스키니진? 힙합이 아냐!’
그럼 A$AP은 힙합이 아냐?
니가 A$AP, Kanye보다 더 힙합이야?
꼰대 선비새끼들은 저 뒤로 가라
내가 말하길 fashion은 곧 passion
한국말로 쓰면 똑같아 패션(this part right here is wordplay)
홍대 가면 괜히 바지 내리는 것들 대신
니가 입고 싶은 대로 입어 that’s swag. that’s it
(Whoa!) 유행 따라가도 good
(Whoa!) 졸라 남달라도 good
걍 니 자체가 hood, 원래 모두 처음부터
맞고 틀린 건 없었어 각자가 좀 다를 뿐
Haters gon hate and players gon play
Mufuckas keep mufuckin all day
Follow my shit, my friend and I’ll pay
내가 너 대신 침 뱉어줄게
In English: “I’m not pop, I’m not rock, I’m not funk, I’m not R&B or hiphopall the kids who don’t know what they are yet dig, earlobes
“skirt and skinny jeans? that’s not hip hop!”
so is A$AP not hip hop?
are you more hip hop than A$AP and Kanye?
those old classical geezers can get behind me
like I said, fashion will soon be passion
if you write it in Korean it’s the same, 패션* (this is where the wordplay is that I marked in the Hangul version)
if you go to Hongdae instead of letting down your pants for no reason
just wear what you want how you want to, that’s swag, that’s it
(whoa!) if you follow the trends that’s good
(whoa!) if you’re totally different that’s good
just you yourself is hood, originally everything from the beginning
there was nothing right or wrong, just that various things are different
haters gon’ hate and players gon’ play
mufuckas keep mufuckin all day
follow my shit, my friend and I’ll pay
I’ll spit instead of you
tweh”(<– spit noise)
These are just a few examples that I put together rather quickly. And I’m going to make myself clear in that I feel the need to “defend” (and I put quotes around that b/c he doesn’t really need to be defended; he knows how good he is and anyone who understands & appreciates Korean rap does too) because he’s been an inspiration to me for a few years now. He’s a person who’s overcome a lot of shit and makes the best of it everyday. He’s one of few atheist celebrities I know of and look up to as a role model. I want to give back to him by making sure he’s getting the respect he deserves. Plus I couldn’t pass up the chance to point out how stupid you’ve made yourself look just now.
And just to add this little footnote here - Mino was indeed an underground rapper at a period of time in his life. There is footage of his performances before he even became a trainee at YG. (So yeah, you look kinda stupid saying he “claims” to be an underground rapper).
Brush up on your Korean & your knowledge of rap in general and try again next time! :)~
This place was highly restricted. Think of it as the heavenly version of Area 51; except everyone knew about it and only the most elite of God’s angels, the Seraphim and Cherubim, were allowed to enter. The highest rank he’d ever been offered was a position as a Dominion, still well bellow them. If he was caught here it could very well mean suspension, or even being cast into outer darkness.
But he had to do this, for Azael!
Isaiah straightened and kept his head high before fully entering the hall and heading toward where he hoped their Mother was.
“Walk tall and with purpose, act like you belong and no one will think twice about it.”
He turned round a corner and immediately lost any confidence he’d gathered.
“Michael! Shit, shit shit!” Isaiah immediately turned around and tried to leave, hoping against all hope that his brother had not seen him. Slim chance of that. Michael was one of the most powerful, with just one look he could tell virtually everything about a person. And Isaiah didn’t exactly feel like having all of his secrets laid bare, especially at a time like this.