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[neoljinu]

[fujibruh]

┗ •fresh start.° ┓ fm&jdh

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dark brown hues traces the mallet that slides across of him, and like fate he reaches for it, his anticipation and hesitation slowing the time they settle in. a little dramatic for something as simple as reaching onto a mallet, but it wasn’t just that. to own the feeling of eagerness intertwined with fresh fascination as it rolls through the bones of his hand as it nears the item, was more than what it seemed. to play a game with someone, in your enjoyment hasn’t been a memory he was left with yet. so to be given this chance to, was wonderful. as all five fingers come in contact with the item, slight confusion reaches the tips of his fingers as it tries to figure out the concept of the whole game. gaze intensely on the mallet, it searches the object as his hand was able to find a grasp that seemed correct on the matter. a voice seeps in his little world, focus rising above to face the male. the words seemed foreign to him, as if it was a whole different language. he couldn’t completely understand what he had meant by puck or the whole system on that it comes out on his side. he follows the gaze of the male, assuming that the answer had to be somewhere near him, or in this case: below him. flicking optics rise to meet another pair and the spotted opening on the contraption, unsure if the circular object placed below of him was what he meant. it was physically a “puck” from what he knew, and that was the only thing around him that was shaped so. eventually, he reaches a conclusion and clips his two vacant fingers on the puck, pulling it out and placing it on on the table. the subtle blast of air coming from below the surface, blew the puck, slowly it drifted away from him. as his eyes lock on another opening, a vertical one this time, in front of the latter, his mind had started to piece things together. “Do you just--” abruptly he pushes forth with his mallet, smacking the puck to the other side, instantly shooting towards the goal, and it excites him.

[fujibruh]

The innocent features of the younger male had Makoto thinking that it was going to be an easy game. He relaxed, resting his free hand on the side of the table and leaning his weight onto his side. He teasingly moved his mallet back and forth in front of the goal in an attempt to rile up his opponent—it made no visible effect, however. He tilted his head to the side as he waited for the other to make the first hit, and expecting the other to start slow he simply just… waits.

But he was wrong. A second later, the puck zoomed across the table and made a loud SMACK ! as it entered the goal post. DING ! The scoreboard lit up with bright red numbers.

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Makoto was always competitive, even towards the little things. And seeing that he didn’t make the first score riled him up. He was excited— this is going to be an interesting game he thought. He stood and fixed his posture immediately, shaking his head as he clapped slowly for his opponent. ❝ Looks like I don’t have to go easy on you, huh?❞ A conceited laugh flowed through his lips.❝ Do you play this a lot?❞

A hand reached down to retrieve the puck strategically placing it at an angle so that it would bounce back from a corner towards himself so he could hit it straight back towards the other’s goal. DING ! Out of habit, he brought up a fist to childishly pump it in the air, a loud ❝ Yes!” escaping the male’s lips. However when he remembered that he was in front of a stranger, he regained his compusre, a foolish smile growing on his lips as his free hand rubbed the back of his neck out of embarrassment at his own behavior. ❝ Sorry about that. Bad habit. I tend to get loud and competitive when playing games.❞

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Article: djFuji’s 2015.03.17 release Source: iheartmoosiq on Naver

Los Angeles indie duo Golden Coast’s sweet and hooking neon synthpop gem Futurist has received the royal remix treatment from Japanese producer Fuji, who gives it a very glossy and slinky sheen. Fuji even collaborated with Kyoko, a Japanese-American rapper hailing from Los Angeles, to add a short verse to the booming, hypnotizing remix. It’s certainly a new look for Golden Coast, much more gritty and dark.

“I didn’t quite expect Talking Body to get the response that it did but thanks to that, this American indie pop duo reached out to me. I might have gotten too excited to take on this remix because their original production for "Futurist" was so different from anything I've ever worked on. It was totally out of my genre range, so it was fun to trap them out.” (djFuji’s soundcloud)

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Article: djFuji’s 2015.03.13 release

djFuji is certainly a busy bee. The Japanese producer dropped an original just a few weeks ago, and he’s already back with a remix to blow our minds. What song have they remixed? None other than red hot Swedish pop songstress Tove Lo’s infectiously peppy ballad Talking Body. The bouncy vocal chops, trappy beats, and electro soundscape they’ve re-framed the song in give it a mesmerizing vibrancy and addictive rhythm. Talking Body has never been fiercer or more brazen.

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crossing her arms, she pursed her lips and glared at the male. “when i’m queen, you’re the first one i’m having beheaded.” 

[fujibruh]

Her reaction only amused him-- until she voiced her statement. he held his hands in the air, shaking his head as if he was pleading innocent.❝ Woah, woah, woah. Hold your horses, princess. You’re not the reincarnation of King Louis XVI, are you? Don’t put me under a guillotine, I’m your most loyal subject! I’ll pllay nice from now on, I swear--❞ 

[fujibruh]

“Hey! Give me your pants. Quick, give me your pants.”

❝ Taehyung... Really.... Again?.... ❞ He raised a brow at him, shaking his head as he looked at the other who was now standing clad in his boxers, a pair of pants soiled with pizza stains in a hand. 

He knew it was a bad idea for the younger male to bring up his plate of pizza rather than leaving it on the table. He was forgetful, and worst of all-- clumsy as fuck. Makoto even warned the other that he would somehow fuck up whatever he was wearing that day. And as if he foreshadowed the event, when the two were getting competitive as they played Mario Kart on the wii, Taehyung literally sat his ass on the slice of pizza he left by his side.

❝ Fine, fine, give me a second. ❞ He dragged his feet over to his walk-in closet, grabbing a pair of joggers before returning. ❝ Here, ❞ he says as the hands it to the other, ❝ It’ll be a bit big for you but I don’t want your stained ass on my bed. ❞

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Everything you want is coming. Relax and let the universe pick up the timing and the way. You just need to trust that what you want is coming, and watch how fast it comes.

(via queercutie)

[fujibruh]

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☛ GET INSIDE YOUR CHARACTER’S HEAD! aka The Excessively Detailed Headcanon Meme

                                               #s 15 - 20 are answered (here).

21: Turn-ons? Turn-offs?

          — Turn-ons: Intelligence, a wicked sense of humor, assholes with a heart of gold               Turn-offs: F E E T   F E T I S H E S, people who don’t know how to treasure things                                      that are precious, disorganization, disrespect towards elders

22: Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?

          — Well, I mean he was an artist so the results are inevitable, don’t you think? He’d end up sketching something. Usually when he’s dazed and just draws, he ends up sketching his ex-girlfriend out of habit.

23: How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life?

        — Organized as fuck. There’s no other way to put it, really.He’s nitpicky about practically everything. He runs on a schedule and keeps everything in order. He thinks that he won’t be able to function without being organized.

24: Is there one subject of study that they excel at? Or do they even care about intellectual pursuits at all?

        — He’s a prodigy. He excels at everything he does so he’s taken advantage of it and is still trying to learn as much as he possibly can. He was passionate about finishing college too. He’s currently debating whether or not to go back to school to get his master’s degree.

25: How do they see themselves 5 years from today?

      — He believes he will no longer be an office worker at that time. He would have saved enough to open his own business establishment and hopefully had been able to publish another hit manga. He doesn’t really know where his pursuits in music would take him so maybe he’d still be doing it as a hobby on the side.

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          ❝ That’s definitely  the  wrong nationality,”           She responded,  shaking  her  head  once           more,   though  the  smile  was evident on           her lips.  ❝ But  with  the moustache, then           perhaps.  Maybe  we’ll just explore  all  of           Europe in our escape. It’ll be a grand tour!”

[fujibruh]

A stream of laughter flowed through the male’s tiers, eyes practically disappearing when he narrows his eyes at the female. ❝ We’re really going to do this tour then. Pack your bags and get your passport ready. We’re leaving this weekend! ❞ He rolls his eyes in jest, heading over to another side before coming back with a policeman’s hat and placing atop the crown of the other’s head. He places a pair of handcuffs in the female’s hand, bringing two hands to cover his lips and feign a shocked expression afterwards.❝ Excuse me officer, what did you say? You’re arresting me? For being too handsome? ❞ He laughs once again, taking the hat off the female’s head and putting off to the side. 

[fujibruh]

┗ •up all night.° ┓ fm&ak

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friday night, and as always, with red painted nails wrapped around her usual drink, she started navigating her way through the darkened club, greeting friends that she could pick out from the spotlights aimed at random spots on the dance floor. it was crazy, seoul’s nightlife—one of the best things she’s ever experienced ever since moving here three years back. she had been contemplating on giving this weekend a break though, thoughts of focusing on a choreography she had been working on for a recital two days later were running through her mind just a few hours before—that is until she heard of the arrival of a well-known Japanese dj, spinning for tonight. it was as if a switch had flipped inside of her, instantly calling up a friend to get her on the guestlist for the night. 

just two hours later, she’s clad in a black dress that clung to the right parts of her body; her hair falling in soft curls down her back and the highlight of it all—the six-inch stiletto heels on her feet. it was the perfect outfit for a night out, and there she was, bobbing her head along to the set that dj fuji had set out (were those new mixes that she’s hearing?), head thinking back about the last time she managed to choreograph a routine to one of his older tracks. it was a hit, instantly receiving positive feedback after her performance that night, and ever since then, she’s always been looking for new mixes of his when the situation calls for it. he was dj fuji after all. 

the set ended perhaps a little soon that she would’ve liked, and downing the remains of her drink, she picked up her pace, eager to head straight to the vip area where a few unknown faces were relaxing and pouring shots into parted lips. with a bashful smile, she managed to talk her way into asking the bouncer to pass the message to the person she’s here for, waiting with bated breath as the burly guy returned to gesture her straight in. today must be my lucky day. she could feel the little skip her heart made. she was finally going to meet him—someone that amazing and inspirational. her eyes scanned the area before recognization settled in her head at the sight of the dark haired male. trying to keep her voice in check, she nodded in acknowledgement towards him, the grin never once leaving her lips. “i’m a huge fan of your work, and it’s such a pleasure to meet you. i’m aspen.”

[fujibruh]

As heanticipated the arrival of the female, he patted his cheeks in an attempt to snap himself back into reality. He had always tried to maintain a sense of professionalism in front of new people, even when he was in a state such as the one he’s stuck in right now. A drunken smile tugged upon the corners of the male’s tiers, waving at the female as she approached him—she looked a bit familiar. He didn’t let it bother him though, he thought it must have been from a . He bowed his head towards her in respect to her introduction, grinning widely. ❝ Well, since you’re a fan, I don’t have to introduce myself then, do I?❞ He laughed slightly, only to widen his eyes when he realized how cocky his statement was, pausing in his spot for a second before a slight chuckle escaped his lips. ❝ Shit, that just sounded really arrogant, didn’t it? That wasn’t my intention-- I swear.❞ Another chuckle escaped his lips, shutting his eyes for a quick second as he shook his head in embarrassment.

❝ Anyway, come over with me to a table over there. We can talk a bit more where it’s slightly a bit more quiet.❞ He flashed a grin at her as he pointed his hands towards the direction of his table. He gently places a hand on the curve of her back, guiding the female who introduced herself as Aspen towards the table and navigating through the crowd of dancing strangers. Taking a seat after guaranteeing that she’s took hers as well, he took a swig from a glass of cola. Opting to sober up as he talked to her rather than to look lie more of a slob. Letting out a breath before settling in and slouching upon the table, elbow rested on the wooden figure as he rested the side of his head on his hand.

❝ So, your name’s Aspen right? You look Korean though—you must have grown up overseas then? Unless you’re an artist or something and I’m too drunk to have recognized you--❞

[fujibruh]

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lights. it was the lights that caught his attention. the colorful hues emitting from the store, the rapid blinking of lights, it was pretty much calling out to the teenager’s fascination. he had just returned from a nearby pharmacy near his workplace, to buy his daily medicine that his life depended on. it felt stupid to acknowledge that one single pill would control the outcome of your day, and your life. daehyun could endlessly ramble on about the topic, but in the end he had nothing else to lean back on but that medicine. and you would need to keep l i v i n g, to endlessly ramble on about something.  despite that it was completely necessary to spend his inadequate money on the life source, he felt at loss, for he believed that the only thing that would keep him alive is the possessing or experiencing the things he had never been able to before. that was life, well to him at least. tightening his grasp on the white plastic bag the pharmacy provided him with his medicine, he walks closer to the store, optics scanning practically every inch of it.                                                                                                  ( it was an arcade. ) he’d seen one a bunch of times— in dramas, as the supposedly perfect date scene of some sort. from what he acquired, it was suppose to be filled with billions of games, all powered by first electricity, and money. his dark brown hues satisfied from capturing the outside structure, he enters in colliding with even more brighter and colorful lights.  fascinated, he starts to wander from one corner to another, casually observing each game nearby. to spend your so little money, to experience playing an arcade game, would be stupid, but so worth it in his book. reaching his hand in his pocket to acquire any money left in him, his feet and his eyes wander for a game to try out. one that would catch his attention, one that would be worth playing, one like that… his gaze lands on air hockey table, finding it cool to see something in that appearance. subconsciously he goes nearer to the game, relying on a random p a s s e r b y to give him an idea on how it worked.

[fujibruh]

Usually the worst part of the arcade was how you’d always have to wait in line to get your turn to get to the popular games. And air hockey was downright one of the most  traditional games to have in an arcade— Makoto’s sure that he’s been to one or two that didn’t have them— because otherwise, the doom and destruction of the establishment was sure to come soon. ‘So Good arcade’ was his favorite to go to back in Japan—but it ended up closing down a few months after they started due to the very reason that was stated earlier.

But luckily today at this arcade, there was no line. There was only one problem now, really. He didn’t exactly have a companion with him and there wasn’t anyone around— wait, there’s that kid over there.

An idiotic smile was quick to form on the male’s features, waving at the stranger and making a quick movement with his hands to call him over. “Hey, kid! You look like you’re alone here today-- come and play a round or two with me real quick. It’ll be on me so you have no reason to deny it!” He chuckled delightedly, heading over to the table. Makoto didn’t even bother waiting for a response. Because honestly—he knows that he, himself, would never ever deny something that would come for free— the stranger wouldn’t deny it and leave him hanging, would he? He went to one side and put in a couple coins, sliding over one of the mallets to the other side before grabbing his own, fingers wrapping tightly around it. “I think the puck’s come out on your side— nothing’s come out on my side”

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Beenzino - 어쩌라고 (So What)

[fujibruh]

“Because nothing says heterosexuality like a gold sash.”

❝Nothing makes my day brighter than your wonderful sense of sarcasm.❞ An over-dramatic sigh left the dj's parted tiers, eyes practically rolling towards the back of his head. ❝But come on, man. You lost the bet. You just gotta come watch me spin at the club this weekend wearing a gold sash with "Fuji's #1 Fan" written on it. Nothing would give me more energy than that! Why? Would you really prefer being dressed up like some rapper or something? Throw on a snap back, two chains and rollies?❞