I’d like to post something before I forget to, so here goes.
One thing that I believe the MtG community can always use more of is music. Truly, the only mtg-related music producer that is on here that I know of is the truly amazing @visiblespectrummusic. Check out his music here if you haven’t already, his works are all really awesome and they cover different genres so it’s almost a given that you’ll adore at least some, if not all of them.
I will go first: there’s a youtube channel called Falconshield: The Band. Now, admittedly, their channel is dedicated mostly to music about League of Legends. Which is why I was very pleasantly surprised when, a while ago, they released two awesome tracks: “Khanfall”, a very upbeat rock (it’s rock, right?) song about Tarkir, and “Ignite the Spark” (in collaboration with Julia Westlin), a very emotional and powerful song about Chandra. Do check them out.
Hey kids, remember the Homestuck Sound Test? That collection of otherwise un-albumed Homestuck music, gathered into one place for your listening pleasure? That collection of files Niklink compiled, and then updated, and then I started managing it instead of him through some bizarre chain of events, and I haven’t updated it since August 2015?
I am pleased to announce that the next edition of the Homestuck Sound Test will be released, barring major complications, on 4/13/2017!
Get hype, and get ready for a delirious amount* of sicknasty beats n’ beeps!
and of course, the sound test will be intronducing, the new friend PENUMDRA PHATNTASM, recently unearthed from the depths of toby hell by archaelogists
*I estimate about 970 songs at the moment for the whole thing, but editing is still in process so we’ll see what the final amount is
What I noticed and observed about them: (3 FEMALES & 3 MALES)
Almost all of the ENFJs I know are extremely approachable and friendly. They’re like a breath of fresh air. Their vibes are just so nice and infectious.
However, two of the ENFJ females I know mayseem snobbish at first–probably due to their second dominant function; Ni (which causes them to overthink and not be aware of their face). I highly doubt they mean it though–their caring actions say otherwise, anyway.
When you converse with them, you’ll notice that they have this glow in their face that just makes you want to keep talking. They have the ability to make people feel comfortable and special.
They mold themselves as they talk to people. They know what the other person is into or what the other person is going through–and they will use their interpersonal skills to know exactly what to talk about. And how to act. They are the ultimate chameleons.
They hold onto what they feel is right and wrong,and will feel insulted/disgusted if they see other people not behaving in a way that they don’t believe in–but will keep it to themselves to avoid conflict (unless they are the more assertive ENFJs).
Almost all of the ones I know are musically-inclined and love using their music abilities to gather people together and jam with them; or well, to impress their crushes.
The ENFJ guys I know are the “larger-than-life” type of guys. They really stand out because of their lively, childish, yet determined personality.
Most of the ENFJs I know are charismatic. When they talk, people quiet down because they know that they have something meaningful to say. Or derpy. There is no in-between.
These are the peacemakers. Sure, they have strong opinions– but they’re mostly focused on what’s good for everyone. They don’t like taking sides because they want to be fair; and want to take the time to understand both.
Some of the ENFJs I know don’t really know themselves. They aren’t the most introspective individuals since they focus more on others–so sometimes this may lead to them not knowing much about what they truly like. I remember one of my ENFJ friends was asked what her favorite music genre was by an acquaintance– and she didn’t know how to answer; like she was afraid that she’d end up saying the wrong genre.
They actually rant a lot to their close friends about how they truly feel about certain people–but when they are faced with the people they were ranting about–they act as if they hadn’t said anything bad about them behind their back…and what more is that they act like they’re best friends with them. Their chameleon skills are impressive.
They aren’t as organized as ESFJs, but they have their own way of being organized. They’re just much more chill than ESFJs. And forgetful.
Seeing them in action is so entertaining. Organizing events, talking to people, helping people, reciting in class. It’s like they were born to make the world a much easier place.
Some of the ENFJs I know had a difficult time getting out of toxic relationships. They wouldn’t give up on their significant other even if the bad outweighed the good in the relationship. They really dofocus on the good of people.
Some of the ENFJs I know could be mistaken for beingflirty because they don’t ever turn off their charm (even when they’re uninterested). And this could lead the trouble if they aren’t single.
ENFJs are softies at heart. I swear, they have a lot of loveto share. Even if they don’t show it–you’ll notice it eventually. They love romantic movies! (Even the guys) Such a giveaway.
Well, what do you guys think? Agree or disagree? :)
2-D and Noodle love classical music and, on occasion, they’ll gather the entire band to listen to either of them play something (bonus hc: 2-D absolutely loves Moonlight Sonata and Noodle loves Au Claire de la Lune)
prompt : chuck tries to get steamy with Betty and she doesn't want to but chuck won't take no for an answer? I thought of this when I saw Betty and jughead slapping/punching chuck so maybe jughead could come in to get him away from her? This is kinda bad but ugh
Chuck is just a typical douche in this, he doesn’t get really physically forceful or anything because I wasn’t comfortable writing it that way. Fluffy Bughead at the end though :)
Betty looked around her in frustration, circling in place. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. All she’d wanted was for a few of Jughead’s close friends to come round to the Andrews house, eat some good food, listen to some good music, have some much needed teenage fun for a night.
But then Hurricane Blossom arrived, trail of debris in tow.
Betty waded through the crowds of people, barely recognising anyone in the sea of faces that blocked her view as she desperately tried to find the birthday boy. He’d disappeared at the first sign of alcohol, running to find some kind of sanctity away from the tormenting masses that invaded his space.
“Betty Cooper. What, no black wig tonight?” The leering voice came from behind her. She closed her eyes for a beat, suppressing the surge of anger that shot through her at his tone, before turning to face him.
“What are you doing here, Chuck?” she demanded, not wasting a minute on humouring him. He raised his eyebrows, gesturing round the room vaguely.
“Err, if you hadn’t noticed it’s a party. Where else would I be?” he smirked.
“It’s Jughead’s party,” she shot back, voice hard as stone. His eyes widened briefly before he blinked away his shock.
“Dracula threw a party? Man, it’s always the quiet ones,” he chuckled, shaking his head. Her fists clenched, nails poised above the skin of her palms, ready to break the surface.
“No,” she spoke slowly, as if to a child. “This party is for Jughead; it’s his birthday and none of you should even be here.” The cocky expression didn’t leave his face as he looked her up and down, not paying the slightest attention to the words coming out of her mouth.
“You know, that sweater’s cute and all but I think I prefer the last outfit I saw you out in,” she sneered, voice low. His tongue flicked out to wet his lips as he took a step closer to her. She took a faltering step back, aware of how close the wall was to her back, how close Chuck was getting to her. He continued his prowl, dark eyes glinting in the dim flashing lights, predator stalking its prey. He was inches away from her now, backing her into a corner. Betty tilted her chin up in defiance, meeting his eyes with steel in her own.
“Do you remember what happened last time you messed with me, Chuck?” she spit through clenched teeth. A spree of emotions flickered across his features, remembrance, fear, anger, before settling back into his lazy smile.
“Yeah, you and your pal Veronica put on a little show for me. Hey, are you wearing that lacy bra tonight?” he crooned, hand reaching forward to begin to rest just the tips of his fingers against Betty’s waist.
In a flash her hand snapped up, slapping him firmly across his cheek. His face whipped sharply to the side, unprepared for the impact. Her eyes burned, a fury building up inside of her the likes of which she’d never felt before. First the party she lovingly prepared for Jughead had been crashed, said boy was nowhere to be seen, and now Chuck had dared to try his luck. It was enough. Her head began to spin, reality blurring with blind range as what was real slipped further and further from her grasp.
Chuck barely had his mouth open, preparing to throw out an onslaught of abuse, when he was yanked from in front of her eyes. She blinked rapidly, coming back down from her adrenaline rush, to see Jughead standing a few feet away, pupils blow wide and nostrils flaring as he braced himself in front of Chuck.
“Get your hands off her.” His voice was ice, the sharp edge slicing through the music as a crowd gathered around the pair. Chuck scoffed, squaring his shoulders as he prepared for a fight.
“Oh, look. Quasimodo gets the girl and all of a sudden he thinks he’s the hero,” he laughed, upper lip pulled back in a snarl. “Why don’t you-” His sentence was cut short as Jughead’s fist flew through the air, landing on Chuck’s cheekbone with a dull thwack. A chorus of ‘ooh’s rang out across the crowd as Chuck stumbled back, the surprise causing him to lose his balance and tumble in an ungraceful heap to the floor.
The feeling suddenly returned to Betty’s heavy legs as she looked at Jughead, chest heaving menacingly as he shook out his injured fist. She rushed to him, placing both hands on his chest, tilting her head to try and get him to look her in the eye. His eyes flew to hers and she blanched at the storm she met there, sky blue replaced by rolling grey. At her recoil he blinked, tension releasing from his muscles as his hands came up to delicately circle her, resting shaking fingers against her back.
“Come on, Jug, let’s go outside,” she soothed, gently pushing on him until his legs started walking backwards towards the front door.
The cool air hit their flushed faces, a welcome relief from the stifling, stale air of the party. He turned from her, edges of his sneakers tilting over the precipice of the Andrews’ front porch. She stood behind him, twisting her fingers nervously as she watched his shoulders rise and fall with deep breaths.
“I wouldn’t have let him do anything,” she began, small voice deafening in the quiet night air. She startled at his humourless laugh.
“I…” he paused, shoulders hunching as he deflated, anger leaving him at the sound of her voice, washing over him in soothing waves. “I know that, Betts.” He turned to look at her finally, eyes sad. “Of course I know that. I didn’t think… you shouldn’t feel…” he sighed in frustration, unable to get his words out. She was inches away from Chuck touching her and she sounded like she was… apologising? “Betty, I just don’t want anything, or anyone, to hurt you. Ever,” he breathed, reaching out with uncertain hands to cup her face. She went to him gratefully, burying her hands in the fabric of his sweater, leaning into his slightly clammy palms. “When I saw him, crowding you like that,” he closed his eyes, trying not to relive the memory. “I just saw red.” Betty pushed herself even closer to him.
“I feel like this is all my fault, Juggie,” she mumbled, lip quivering. “I just wanted you to have a nice birthday and then all this happened, because of me!” Her eyes filled with tears. He hushed her gently, trying to quash her worries with soothing strokes of his thumbs, catching the water droplets from her lower lashes before they could fall.
“No, Betty, don’t say that. I know you only wanted to do something nice,” he smiled, dipping his head to meet her downcast eyes. “I love the thought,” he whispered, rejoicing in the small giggle that slipped from her lips. “I’m sorry that Chuck ruined your party,” he said with a furrowed brow. She just shrugged.
“Doesn’t matter, it wasn’t the night I wanted anyway,” she sniffed, shaking her head. He placed a hand at the base of her neck, pulling her forward to press a gentle kiss to her forehead. She sighed contentedly, breath blowing against Jughead’s throat.
“I’ll never let anyone you don’t want get that close to you again,” he promised against her hair, tucking her head beneath his chin. They stood for moment in silence, wrapped around each other in the bright moonlight.
The sound of something smashing followed by loud cheers from inside broke them apart. Jughead rolled his eyes as Betty pulled back, straightening her shoulders and wiping away the lingering moisture beneath her eyes. Her gaze darted briefly to her own house across the road, windows dark and peaceful. He caught her look, raising an eyebrow in question.
“No one is home… wanna watch a movie?” she asked, offering him a warm smile. He laughed, lacing his fingers tightly through hers.
“Yeah,” he nodded, tucking a lose strand of hair behind her ear. “That’s exactly what I wanna do.”
Keeping in touch with high school friends was hard enough. It was almost expected to drift apart after graduation. People moved away, started new lives. And as much as no one wanted to admit it, it was all a part of growing up.
Hyuk, however, was a part of that one percent.
He actively made the decision that his high school friends weren’t just high school friends. They were the people he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. And even though he saw Seunghyun, and Hyoseob almost every day while working on music they still gathered with the rest of their circle of friends at least once a month.
“Looks like Noona, Dahye, and Jiho are all gonna be late.” Seunghyun frowned looking at his phone. “Jiho texted me saying his schedule is running over and Dahye is stuck in traffic. Any word on Noona?”
Hyuk glanced at his watch and sighed. “She’s on her way” You were running late…Again. He was pretty used to it, which is why he even got in the habit of telling you that the meetings were about twenty minutes earlier. He sadly made the mistake of telling you the real time.