love is a bloodsport

1. Whether their mcs band changed genres post seven breakup

2. What genre the band makes

3. What vibe the bands music is

4. Generally just info dump about their bands projects and music

DAILY AUGGY FACTS 🥁

Did you know that the drummer August Pierce, best known for their appearance on season 4 of BTOB has a dimple on their LEFT cheek when they smile? Well, now you know.

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thank you for tagging me @lovetriangleroute <333 technically already a snippet smonday, but oh well. felt a little inspired by my last post. i just wrote this so. barely edited first draft, don't look at this too closely. i might have to give up my url for writing this ASKJDNKJS

For a moment, she does catch her reflection in one of the floor to ceiling windows. The look in her eyes is fucking wild, she's definitely looking appropriately crazy. But more importantly, she realizes that the silk of her slip has turned almost transparent in the rain, clinging to her every curve and leaving very, very little to the imagination—probably the real reason the doorman was staring. She hastily wraps her coat further around herself, something she immediately regrets. When she left, she grabbed a coat at random, noticing too late that it was one of Oriana's. The warm sandalwood note of her cologne fills her lungs and she feels even more sick to her stomach. Maybe doing this as good as naked would be the better option, actually. She averts her gaze again, tries to focus on the half darkened city skyline instead. On the way the lights blur behind the raindrop speckled panes of glass, giving the illusion of being able to see starts despite the light pollution. She thinks of one of these lights belonging to Oriana, of her turning on the lamp on her nightstand to find her gone from their bed. She needs a fucking drink. Maybe two. Or Six. Why the hell did she ever let Oriana convince her to stop drinking? [...] She finally faces her. Green eyes take her in, they drift up her legs and immediately do a double take. Thanks to Oriana's height, her coat reaches Marjorie's mid thigh, offering a lot more coverage than her night-slip had, however, at Seven's briefly startled expression, she realizes it must look a bit like she isn't wearing anything underneath. Shit, maybe that would've been the way to go. What's the dress code for asking your ex to ride off into the sunset with you, hours before your impending nuptials? She's not sure, not that she's a stranger to the concept of wrecking a marriage, it's just never been her own before.