#basedonasong

I remember when I outlined this comic with the wrong colour and had to redo hours of work :’ )

The lyrics are read right to left and there IS an English version, but it looks shit. So instead, I’ll link to my wattpad which holds the English translation of the song this is based on

Compared Child (Original Ver.) - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=olWvy0PiLfA

Compared Child (Remix) - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4TmzJzGXbB4

𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒶 𝒷𝓊𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇𝒻𝓁𝓎 𝒜𝓈 𝓈𝑜𝒻𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑔𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝒶𝓈 𝒶 𝓈𝒾𝑔𝒽

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝓊𝓁𝓉𝒾𝒸𝑜𝓁𝑜𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝓂𝑜𝑜𝒹𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝓈𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓃 𝓌𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈

𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒 𝒾𝓃𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝐼𝓉 𝒻𝓁𝓊𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝒻𝓉 𝓌𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝒻𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉

𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒶 𝒷𝓊𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇𝒻𝓁𝓎, 𝒶 𝓇𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑔𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔

Artist: Niall Horan

Album: Heartbreak Weather

649 Words

As always recommendations for songs, artists, or albums to write to are extremely welcome!

Jasper gazed through the haze that enveloped the bar. Sweat and heat intermingled to create a blur effect over everyone’s faces. His friends stood near the bar; they were trying to pick up a pair of girls that didn’t necessarily seem unwelcome to their advances but seemed (frankly) way out of their league. It was another Friday night out that he would forget about. About every other week the same thing would happen: it would start with someone texting that their work week was terrible and that they needed a drink, then Jasper would try to convince his friends that they could go some place far more respectable than the bars they usually favored (somewhere with tables that weren’t sticky and people weren’t always drunkenly shouting), but, in the end, his friends would win out and they’d arrive somewhere far too loud and hazy and not at all to Jasper’s tastes. If Jasper didn’t know that his friends would do anything for him no matter the circumstances, he would be annoyed, but if he really cared, he had no doubts his friends would be willing to compromise. So that’s why Jasper stood a ways away from the bar, his back as close to the wall as he dared, watching his friends inevitably fail at pulling the girls, chuckling at their antics, while sipping his drink slowly (after all he had to be sober enough to get himself home later and the subway was a bitch even when you were sober).

He didn’t quite know when he noticed her, but it was clear she had noticed him far sooner. She was stunning and exactly his type. She smiled at Jasper and he turned away, while his friends were okay with meeting and taking home random people in a less than sober state, he had his own reservations (mainly because he’d just never clicked with anyone that quickly). Even as he settled his focus on his friends again, his back to the mystery girl, Jasper closed his eyes and her face was stuck in his mind. She was gorgeous and by the way she was looking at him it seemed like she was confident and forward, two things he always liked in a date. But there was something else about her, some sort of edge that scared him a little bit.

Yet as he turned around again, surveying the bar again, Jasper saw her making her way across the room, towards him. As their eyes met for the second time that night, Jasper felt like running away, like trying to hide, because it truly felt like she could see everything in his soul.

“My name is Astrid.” She smiled as she came to a stop in front of him.

“Jasper,” He replied, extending his hand out for her to shake (God why the hell would he giver her a handshake).

Despite what he thought, she grabbed his hand, firmly shaking it and grinning a bit at his obvious embarrassment. How was her handshake attractive? Good God, Jasper was fucked.

“I’m just going to be honest, I think you’re really attractive and it’s obvious your friends ditched you.” She—Astrid—gestured towards his friends at the bar. “So, I decided I’d come and chat with you.”

That moment was perhaps the only time in his life that Jasper was really ready to risk it all, something about her was magnetic, pulling him in closer until he wasn’t sure he could pull himself free. He took a moment to ponder, downed the rest of his drink, and looked her in her eyes once more.

“Well, in that case, would you rather find a better place to talk—I hate this bar.”

Her smile seemed a little too sure of itself, but Jasper didn’t let himself think too much, and let her pull him away from the wall, towards the exit of the bar.

Artist: Vacation Manor

Album: Girl, Say (EP)

452 words

A/N: This is a quick write (~20 min) of a random song from an old playlist. I’m thinking of doing some more quick writes like this that are less focused on the content of the song but more their connotation to me and just their general vibe so if you have a song rec for something like that just let me know it’d be much appreciated!!!

I felt the humid air on my skin. Everyone around me was sticky with sweat, yet we all huddled as close to the fire as we could without getting smoke in our eyes, just so we could hear each other over the hum of cicadas. It was all firelight and twilight and grass and dirt under bare feet even though we were ten feet away from a wooden deck and chairs and twenty feet from shoes. It was smiles and laughs while we remembered people from middle school, a myriad of forgotten faces emerging in our memories for perhaps the last time before they were gone for good. Because, honestly, why would we remember the boy that hid in the bathroom just to color his hands with sharpie? Or the girl that cut her hair short before leaving to go to an elite school for some sport or another and never coming back?

The truth is we wouldn’t remember them outside of moments like these. Moments full of warmth and nostalgia and freedom— the kind of moments from teen coming of age movies, where everyone fit in and everyone found their place where they clicked and it was almost like everyone knew this would be the thing we remembered when we heard the song playing in the background. We’d remember these fire pit conversations, where the bright orange of the fire match the increasing intensity of the music; we’d remember the days where the same song played as a background to driving a little too fast with the windows down; we’d remember getting home from being with people we loved and not being able to stop smiling because everything felt good (and safe) (and real). It was all the things we wanted to remember— the feeling that made it obvious why we kept on living life, because between all the monotony and bad experience there were pockets of this (of a fire lighting up a backyard and friends lighting up our hearts).