The link above is a playlist of their music videos from the group’s official channel “ loonatheworld”. If any of you are interested, I highly recommend checking out this group! Now, I seriously want to buy all their music off of iTunes, cuz I’m just THAT obsessed with them now! 😆 *Especially* the story! Because LOONA’s music contains a very interesting, complex lore that has given birth to so many different theories and interpretations.
#FUTURE GAZER FULL#
They easily grabbed my full attention with their concept, and now, I’ve fallen in love with not just the music, but the members and the story within their music videos. Thanks to recommendation, I’ve been obsessed with the K-pop girl group, LOONA.
#FUTURE GAZER UPDATE#
😂 So here’s a bit of an update of what I’ve been into recently. Mikoto leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss on Kuroko’s lips before pulling away and nodding her agreement.Sorry I haven’t been posting too much lately.
“Now now, Mikoto, she’s just hungry and your finger is hardly an appropriate meal for our growing child,” Kuroko smirked. Her hand reached out to touch the baby, but the baby swatted her finger and began to squirm even more intensely. However, the child cooing and waving her small arms around in Kuroko’s arms caught her attention once more, and she struggled to tone down the wide smile that stretched from cheek to cheek on her face. Herself too naive and innocent, Kuroko too obsessed and uncontrollable. “I love everything about you too, Kuroko.” She looked directly at peach-colored eyes and recalled, with burning intensity, the many amount of years she had spent denying the endless love that had been thrown her way constantly and devotedly. The jab at their past reawakened a can of memories she had stored away, and the electromaster swallowed nervously. “But that is one aspect of many that I love about you, Onee-sama,” she jokingly continued. “A month has passed and yet you still have not lost your bubbling excitement,” Kuroko laughed lightly to herself. “She’s so adorable and beautiful and I can’t believe she’s ours.” Her voice trailed off into reverential silence, and she regarded the sight of her beloved and their child in the warm morning sunlight. She could revert to her middle-school self once more, if only for a few moments. Mikoto shuddered at the way Kuroko said her name, unaccustomed still to the intimate form of address they shared with one another, and decided, to hell with it. “You can go ahead and say what you want to say, Mikoto,” she giggled. So unbearable was her desire that Kuroko looked up from the baby in her arms and gave Mikoto a knowing look.
The familiar desire to articulate the squirming of excitement in her chest resurfaced through the mature facade she had learned to keep on. so.” Mikoto whispered, struggling for words. Nevermind the fact that technology had nearly killed her and all her precious friends so many times.īecause, she thought warmly, because in the end technology had helped her create the tiny bundle of life that lay in Kuroko’s arms, squirming and opening and closing her mouth in silent phrases punctuated by soft breathing. Nevermind the fact that many of her problems and such were caused by technology. Nevermind the fact that her status as electromaster of the city was given to her through technology.
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