“amidst double standards and opposition everywhere I crushed the limits within myself” (we are bulletproof pt. 2)
“my hobby is proving you wrong” (we on)
“if i ruled the world why would i dream small, of gambling and investing in stocks? i would still be making music with my bangtan fam” (if i ruled the world)
“same day, same moon” (tomorrow)
“the studio is my playground, and the pen and paper are my partners” (triptych)
“a sweet wind named you is blowing in my heart” (miss right)
“others are running forward, yet why am i still here?” (intro: hyyh)
“take a breath, or breathe a dream” (intro: hyyh)
“this moment will never come again, it will never find me again, so i ask myself am i happy? yes, the answer is already there, i am happy.” (intro: hyyh)
“before the day of my birth inside of my mother’s womb, i counted the days till my first move. the cost of the move was a machine on her heart and a scar.” (move….. /fuh my heart)
“on the stage i desired so much, when i sing and dance, i feel that i am yet alive. i can withstand a long commute and the aching of my body because my people are watching me. i endure the exhaustion because the cheers come rolling in.” (born singer)
“i don’t give a shit, i don’t give a fuck” (intro: nvm)
“i have become the pride of my family, and have even succeeded to an extent.” (intro: nvm)
“though i taste failure and disappointment and bow my head, we’re still young and immature don’t even sweat it” (intro: nvm)
“if you can’t go back, run forward…
if you feel you’ll crash, accelerate all the more” (intro: nvm)
“you’re a butterfly effect, shining in pitch darkness. with your light touches i forget reality altogether” (butterfly)
“the words so carelessly thrown at me: even my loneliness looks like pretend to you.” (whalien 52)
“have i engraved my existence into you like rain? or have i come and gone like short showers?” (rain)
“the saying must be true that love blooms like cherry blossoms and then burns to ashes” (let me know)
“hip hop found me like a young child finds his mother” (hip hop lover)
“everyone asks me, what is hip hop, and i say proudly that it is my everything. as a result i have buried my entire existence under music. if loving this culture is a sin i’ll die a hundred times
over.” (hip hop lover)
“dream. hope. forward. forward” (epilogue: young forever)
K:Come close to me, let me be the only one you permeate. L: The splendidly blooming flowers where even the wind is sweet, this place is a dream.
The only one, I only know you. The place that I was seeking was you.
I feel like I’m possessed by that heavy scent.
Those sweet lips sparkle with a blinding light.
Even the unripe peach is sweet.(trans.)
Amethyst stood in the doorway, mouth agape. Pearl was laser focused on putting the finishing touches on a three tiered cake, and Steven was sitting on a stool with a half eaten plate of cookies in front of him. The counters around them were covered with various baked goods.Amethyst had noticed the smell when she was walking back to the temple with a bag of fry bits, now lying on the beach where she had dropped them. This had happened before. Steven and the gems liked to bake, but Amethyst only smelled that many different types of dessert when Pearl needed to distract herself. Specifically when she was in heat.
“Hi Amethyst!” Steven waved to her. “Isn’t this great? Pearl’s been baking all day!”
Amethyst was silent as she watched Pearl make another perfect icing rose like her life depended on it. This was bad.
“How are we gonna eat all of this?” Steven idly asked the room at large.
“Hey, uh, why don’t you go take Lion and go get Connie and Greg? Don’t want them to miss out on all this, huh?” Amethyst fought to keep her voice calm.
“Good idea!” Steven hopped off the stool and started walking to the door, stopping when he saw Amethyst’s face. “Are you ok?”
“Yeah…” Amethyst said distantly. Steven frowned slightly and handed her a cupcake.
“Well, anyway, have one of these. They’re really good.”
Both Pearl and Amethyst were motionless as the door opened and the sound of Steven’s footsteps traveled down the stairs and out onto the beach. Soon after, Lion’s distant roar was carried up to the door by the gentle sea breeze.
The house was silent.
Pearl’s eyes met Amethyst’s for a moment. She blushed, hard, and went back to icing. Amethyst slowly put the cupcake in her mouth and chewed. The wrapper’s muffled crinkling filled the room, and then she swallowed. Pearl kept working.
“It’s bad this time, huh, P?”
Pearl’s blush deepened but she didn’t stop.
Amethyst stepped up to her and gently put a hand on Pearl’s back. Pearl jumped like she had been touched with a live wire and icing squirted all over the counter’s contents. Together they stared at the cake’s now erratic pattern.
The tube of icing clattered gently to the floor. “Geez, P, I didn’t mean to-” She was interrupted by Pearl lifting both her arms and slamming her fists into the cake. It splattered tremendously.
Pearl’s breath was ragged as she stood up straight and turned her back to Amethyst and the cake. “Darn it.” A bit of cake slid off her shoulder and hit the floor with a soft splat.
“I’m really sorry, P, I didn’t think… Can we make another one?” Amethyst wrung her hands together nervously.
“No.” She sighed. “And even if I wanted to, we’re out of flour.”
"Are you sure?” Amethyst looked around at the desserts covering the counter, and now the floor, walls, and ceiling, wondering how many bags Pearl had been through already. Wait… if they were out of flour… what was Pearl going to occupy her time with now? Amethyst turned back to see the kitchen devoid of icing-coated gems, and the screen door clattered open behind her.
The one we know as Mystery Girl worked part time as a bartender in a rarely visited dive, but 3pm on a Thursday was an especially dull time. She was leaning on the counter doing the daily crossword when the bar door flung open and an oddly sweet wind swept past her. She glanced up at the still empty bar as the door swung shut. She shrugged and looked back down at her puzzle, which now had a small fragment of icing covering the word she was working on.
Mystery Girl turned around to see a flushed and out of breath Pearl fiddling with her ribbon, eyes on the floor.
She raised an eyebrow at the gem, a smile playing across her lips. “Is it that time already?” She reached out and plucked a perfectly formed icing rose from Pearl’s hair and popped it in her mouth. Pearl’s blush deepened and she nodded, still not meeting her eye.
She grinned at Pearl’s embarrassment, leaned forward, and whispered, “How about we head to the back room and I clean you up? I could use a snack.“ She licked her lips and winked, and then laughed out loud as Pearl leapt at her.
@drawbauchery oh look I actually did something creative for once instead of just promising to. hope I did your AU justice
Remember the season finale of twd? Could you do a Daryl Dixon smut based on that. The reader is his wife and after the talk/argument with Dwight in the cell, the reader tries to comfort Daryl about the situation.