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#I don't wanna work on a construction site

glitternightingale · 2 years

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If you could have one of the gifts from the movie what would you pick?

I would pick Plant Powers and help with reforestation. They seem to have the least amount of drawbacks (personal and societal) and don't have many expectations attached, compared to Healing Powers, for example.

Sure, having any powers at all would probably mean I would be exploited in some way or another but since there aren't that many people who really care about the forest in contrast to sick people, I'd be left alone for the most part.

#so uh #saving the animals without hearing them talk it is!#Imagine going through a city and understanding every single pigeon on top of the people around you #seems just as bad as Super Hearing #(not to mention predicting the future or changing the weather when you have an emotion)#Super Strength? Hmmmm...#I don't wanna work on a construction site #And being able to turn into any person without inherently adopting their mannerisms would just be a disaster waiting to happen #interesting question anon!#(Why do I feel like I've already replied to a question like this one?)#Maybe I have a different opinion now #encanto #madrigal family #asks

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racke7 · 6 months

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Woke up at 2am and couldn't fall back asleep because my brain was being a dickhead. Got out of bed with the alarm.

Third day in the row for neck-pains. Took a pain-pill to fight back the likely inflammation.

Became nauseous, likely as a side-effect of the pain-pill (haven't had that happen before). Ate breakfast. Had to abandon breakfast before finishing it, because nausea. Cleaned up after breakfast. Dry-heaved into a bucket for five minutes.

Asked myself if this was going to be a running-theme for the day, or if it was just a temporary thing. Stomach still nauseous, but not actively trying to kill me. Fine.

Dress up for work. Get out of the door to my apartment. The elevator stops working as I try to call it to my floor (fifth story). Still nauseous, now wearing lots of winter-gear for being outside all day, facing down running down lots of stairs and inevitably overheating until I'm incredibly nauseous just from that (me and heat don't agree with each other).

Conclusion: Fuck this shit. I'm staying home. Clearly, some higher power is out there trying desperately to convince me not to work today.

#personal stuff #i gave myself food-poisoning earlier this week too. so... my attendance at work feels really fucking iffy.#but like... if i'm throwing up i don't wanna do it at a construction-site. or in somebody's face.

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nonclassyparty · 8 months

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man with the plan (j.wy) - chapter 1.

Summary: "Don't forget Pretty, I'm serving life plus one. So if I get busted for attempted escape, I'll throw in a homicide in there as well with no problem, that’s like a parking ticket to me." When your brother ends up in jail for a murder he didn't commit, the only thing left for you to do is to find a way to break him out. But after a perfect plan is set in motion, you don't expect a romantic variable to get added into the equation.

Pairing: jung wooyoung x fem. reader, jeong yunho x reader (but if u squint)

Status: in progress

Word count: 6k

Warnings: blood, cursing, violence, men being well men!

Taglist: @tinyjuni @hazysan @atinytinaa @tenebrisirae @doggopepper @dazzlingstarrs @lavishloving @cherrypandora @silentcry329 @jeagerist-20 @myunvillage @manipulatedstars @bitteryu @maru-matt @bubbleteakittyy @joonsthethicc

A/N: hello everyone! welcome to the first chapter, before you start reading i just really wanted to say that some of the parts are kind of corny, i usually hate writing know-it-all characters finding it cringy most of the times so push through pleek lol as i said before in the prologue; this is inspired by prison break, a lot of the dialogue is taken from there as well as most of y/n's characterization so all credits go to them! i just wanted to write this bc i thought it would be a fun little thing and something that could include all of the members in more detail all while still remaining a wooyoung focused story! the story is set in 2005-ish btw! i hope you enjoy <3 -bree

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prologue // masterlist // chapter 2

Chapter 1; I'm headed straight for the castle, they wanna make me their queen

It was weird to walk through the entrance designated for the employees instead of the visitors.

Your boss, Mrs. Ahn, was walking in front of you while Minho was following closely behind, looking over his shoulder like somebody was about to run across the empty yard, jump over the wired fence and shank him. He was always a little bit of a wimp.

It was barely past seven in the morning, the prisoners weren't allowed to be out of their cells yet so the empty yard covered in fog had a deeply eerie feeling to it. Just as the ride inside the hills where the compound was set.

Trees, fog and silence all around.

"I hope they have good security around here." Minho mutters to you, hands stuffed inside the pockets of his coat as you neared the door to the building.

"Relax, Minho," You chuckle, as you slide through the door he holds open for you, "You'll be here for an hour tops."

"I'm saying for your sake, Y/N. I've still to see any women working in here." His voice is scolding and all you can do is chuckle again.

The inside of the building where the infirmary is conjoined with the warden's chambers and staff offices is a huge difference to the chilling October air and your cheeks immediately turn pink as they embrace the much needed warmth.

You observe the yet unfamiliar halls that were empty as it was still early in the morning. Mrs. Ahn insisted that you left the office earlier than necessary, afraid that Minho would get lost somewhere between the hills and the deep forest that surrounded the compound.

"Oh, see." You nudge Minho, staring in the direction of the infirmary halls where a middle aged woman was walking around with a clipboard. You grin at him in triumph. "A woman."

You ignore the set of curious eyes from the same halls that you know follow behind you.

"Why you'd want to work here is beyond me." Mrs. Ahn comments with her arms crossed as she stares through the window, lips pursued as she observes the yard that was now filled out by the inmates, doing whatever they do in their free time.

"Someone has to do it." You look up at her from your place behind the desk with a small smile. Minho was outside, near the construction site negotiating with the workers that were supposed to drive over the materials in an hour.

"Y/N, you know very well what I mean." She harps at you, "With your qualifications and capabilities, something like this...supervising a construction site? In a prison no less? It's something JJ with half of his degree could do." She huffs when you just stubbornly stare at her without a word, "It's below you. Let's not even mention how potentially dangerous it could be, these people are animals."

You sigh, eyes falling to the blueprints of the new construction, what they're going to call the 'C-building' of the compound.

"You should be going to Tokyo with me. Working on skyscrapers and million dollar deals, not wasting time here."

"It's only a couple of months." You quietly muse, swallowing down your true thoughts, "I won't miss out on too much."

She stays quiet and for a long second, you start thinking she finally dropped it.

"I know it's because of your...." Mrs. Ahn starts trails off, voice laced in sympathy. When the thing with Jongho happened, she advised you to not exactly scream the fact that he's your brother from the rooftops. "But Y/N, you won't be able to talk to him any more than you could during visitations. What do you plan on gaining from this? I know he's your only family, I know how much he means to you but...if anything, aren't you only making it worse for yourself?"

"I don't plan on gaining anything from it." You chuckle softly, leaning back in your chair in defeat as you stare at her. "I'd just like to, I don't know, see what he's doing over the day? When he's in the yard, that is. I'm aware of the circumstances but this opportunity appeared and I just couldn't let it pass me up."

The double meaning to the words was a little inside joke that only you were in on so far.

She quiets down again, returning her attention to the view from the window.

"Supervising a construction site is a shitty job, just so you know. Especially as a woman. The construction workers won't be much better than the damn inmates, acting like they haven't seen a woman in years." She glances at you from the corner of her eyes, "They won't take you seriously, they'll try to intimidate you."

You grin at her, "I can handle them."

Her mouth perks up at the corners as she looks at you. "I know you can."

The little moment is interrupted by Minho walking into the room and observing it in obvious disdain.

The office you've been given is not bigger than a storage room, located on the third floor with nothing more than a bookshelf, desk and an old worn out chair. It's stuffy and the walls are old, probably collecting mold in the corners.

Much different that your modern and spacious office back in Seoul.

"Well, it's definitely something..." Minho trails off, glancing at you and you have to let out a laugh at his obvious attempt to not offend you. Even Mrs. Ahn chuckles.

"Are you done out there?" She asks him and he nods quickly, collecting his briefcase from the chair in front of your desk that he left it on.

"All done. The materials arrived, half of the workers are here and the other half is arriving in the afternoon. Something about a limited amount of workers being allowed during yard time." Minho explains, fixing the scarf around his neck before sighing.

"We should get going then." Mrs. Ahn says, looking at you with the same scolding look again and all you do is give her a small tight-lipped smile.

"I'll walk you guys out." You pitch in, standing up to pull your coat on.

The halls are already more lively than when you walked in this morning, two officers are conversing by the door and they nod at you three in passing. You give them a smile.

The air is still cold outside, only it's not as quiet this time around. Yells and curses from the basketball court echo through the area from one side along with the construction workers moving the beams off of the trucks from the other.

Minho turns to you and with another sigh, throws his arms around you. You let out a giggle in his embrace as he mutters, "Please, for the love of God, be careful in here."

"You're so dramatic." You say as you pull away, taking a step back. "I'll be fine. Keep my office warm while I'm gone."

"Of course." He nods.

You give Mrs. Ahn a small wave and she only nods in response before you watching them both walk away through the tall gate that swiftly shuts behind them.

Now, you're on your own.

On instinct, your head immediately turns to the yard not even forty meters away from the building your office is in. A tall, steel wire surrounds the enormous grass surface, small basketball court is set near the middle of one wall that the wire makes, benches are spread across the yard generously, most of them occupied.

You hear someone whistle at you but you pay them no attention, mind set on finding a specific someone.

Your brother isn't in there, you wonder where the fuck is he but for right now, Jongho isn't the one you're looking for.

Most of the convicts in the yard are separated into small groups, gangs, and the blue uniforms aren't a help to making a distinction between them by any means.

Until you spot a certain messy black and white head of hair sitting on the highest bench with six other men surrounding him like a kingpin.

You sniffle, nose starting to run from the cold before turning around and heading to the construction site on the opposite end of the compound, far away from the yard or the A and B buildings where the original prison cells were located.

"Good morning." You greet the group of men, shuffling around the site with tools and materials. You get a couple of murmurs of greetings in return.

You glance at the two guards sticking near the site, in case something happens, that's what the warden said as you've been told.

That's how the morning passes, they work and you do what you're supposed to; you supervise.

Mrs. Ahn was right, these men don't take you seriously. They snicker at every suggestion you make, ogle at you when they think you aren't looking and get way too close when they need to speak to you.

You could use it to your advantage, play the pretty ditz skipping around the site on the daily. Would surely make your job easier.

It's just that if there's one thing you hate more than your brother getting falsely accused of murder and you having to devise a detailed plan on breaking him out of prison; it's people underestimating you.

"Can someone hand me that trowel over there?!" A guy crouching a few feet away from you shouts over his shoulder, your lips quirk up as you quickly jump to your feet. Finally!

"Here." You hand him the trowel and he glances at you before taking it. You cock your head. "Is everything okay?"

"This whole thing is about to tip over, I need to stabilize it." He speaks loudly, smacking on some more mortar to the brick.

"Maybe if you listened to me when I told you-"

"How about you let me do my job, sweetheart?" He scoffs and another guy a couple of feet away snickers.

You pursue your lips, swallowing down the annoyance before shrugging.

"Fine, when it starts caving in because it's not attached to the foundation properly and inevitably causes problems for the water and heat isolation which in turn can cause a serious line of health issues, you and your buddy over there can laugh in court over it since you'll be listed as one of the people responsible for it." You lean closer to him, "Because I'll remember your fucking name, Mr. Kim Seojoon."

He stiffens, looking over his shoulder again to meet your gaze. His eyes shoot up to something behind your shoulder before he looks back to you and then towards the very obviously shit job he's done in the past three hours he's been here.

"Tear it down and start again." You spit out before straightening out.

When he notices that you're not moving from your spot of hovering over his shoulders, Kim Seojoon, starts tearing down whatever mess he managed to slap up. You hum in content before turning around on your heels to walk away.

"You'll have to forgive my boys." A voice stops you in your tracks and you turn your head to the left to come face to face to a man that looks to be in his mid-fifties, seemingly the oldest one out of the bunch and by the blueprints stacked in his arms, the boss around here. "They're not used to taking orders from anyone that looks quite like you or is as young as you. They probably expected a drunkard to be supervising in a place like this."

You shrug, "Well, unfortunately for them, they got me."

He laughs, mustache stretching over his top lip. "I'll make sure he fixes it."

"Thank you, Mr...?"

"Cho Hayoon, miss." He holds out a rough hand to you and you gracefully accept it.

"I'm Y/N." You say with a small smile before dropping his hand. "I'll leave you to your work then, Mr. Cho."

He gives you a nod in return and you attempt to move away before something glistening in the ground makes you stop in your tracks.

"What's this?" You mutter, kneeling down and curling your hand around the piece of tin stuck in the ground hard enough until it breaks through the skin of your palm and you jerk your hand away with a yelp. "Shit!"

"Are you okay?" You look up to see one of the officers walk closer towards you.

"Yeah, I, uh, I cut myself on this piece of trash." You spit out staring down the tin stuck into the ground as you show him the gash on your palm where blood already started trickling down.

He looks down at it before turning his attention to you, "You should probably get that checked out at the infirmary." Your heart skips a beat. "Wouldn't want you to bleed out, huh?"

You bite your lip, "You're sure I'm allowed to use it? Isn't it just for prisoners?"

He smiles at you, looking a good ten years your senior, "Of course, you're allowed to use it."

You look towards the entrance of the building where you know the infirmary is before hesitating. He notices it, smile growing bigger. Nothing like a guy that loves playing hero.

"You scared to go alone? There's no inmates there at this time of day."

"I just, uh, would you mind taking me there? I'm not sure I even know where the infirmary is. Wouldn't want to get lost, y'know?" You ask, lips quirking up gently as you look up at him.

He smiled so big someone else would've thought you ripped open your shirt and showed him your tits.

"Of course, this way." He motions in the direction of the infirmary before you both start walking.

You hold back a smirk.

Everyone loves a damsel in distress.

"Doc, I got a patient for you!" The officer, Eunwoo is his name (you learned that because he made sure to slip it in a few times in the one minute walk to the infirmary), calls out knocking on the door of the small infirmary.

"Send him in!" A voice is heard from the other side and the guard chuckles sparing you another overly friendly glance before pulling the door open.

"It's actually a her." The officer, Eunchae-whatever the fuck, comments as he walks in with you following.

The doctor looks confused doing a quick glance before it turns in a double glance when he spots you by the door.

Your blood is simmering below your skin as you take him in.

A good four inches taller than you, dressed in scrubs and a white coat with a stethoscope hanging under the collar of it. It's him. The most important key to a ticket out of here with your brother's name labeled on it.

"What happened?" His voice is raspier than you would've imagined as he motions for you to sit on the chair next to his desk.

The officer opens his mouth but you're quicker, showing him your bloody hand, "Accident at the construction site."

You tell him quietly, voice almost shy.

He glances at your face before nodding taking your hand into his hold as he removes the tissues you've clumsily wrapped around the wound.

His hands are warm, slightly calloused but nice looking. Long fingers with neatly trimmed nails. And there was always something attractive about a man with visible veins running up his hands. Hm!

"Uh, miss," The guard coughs but neither you nor the handsome doctor seem to pay much attention to him. "You want me to stay with yo-"

"No." You interrupt without even a second glance at him, eyes not moving from the doctor's concentrated face.

The officer looks like he wants to say more, a little peeved that all your attention was occupied by the young doctor but he doesn't instead he awkwardly turns around and leaves you two alone, closing the door shut behind himself.

Thank you Eunwoo but you've served your purpose.

"Need to clean this, to make sure nothing got inside the wound or you'll be in trouble." The doctor says, voice still raspy, still pleasant as his hands gently work on your wound.

You only hum in response, eyes starting to roam around the room. Observing the big windows along with the metal bars laid over them, then the square water drainage under the sink to your right and lastly, they fall back to the doctor's face.

You've spent a lot of time digging out information about him.

You've seen his senior photos, high school graduation photos, photos of ceremonies and galas he's attended with his father, photos from his own charity work that gets plastered all over the newspaper because charity work is just that special when he's the one doing it.

And you have to admit, none of the photos do him justice.

His hair is longer now, black and covering the nape of his neck. He has piercings up both ears, shiny jewelry dangling off of them. Honey-like skin without any visible blemishes, cute nose and full lips that seem chapped from the cold.

You never noticed the mole below his eye and a matching one on his bottom lip in the photos. They give his face even more charm.

He was gorgeous.

"Tattoo looks fresh." His voice interrupts you from inner musings and it's then that you notice his dark eyes trailing the lines on your right arm which was left bare once you rolled up the sleeve of your shirt up to your elbow.

You suck in a sharp breath before giving him a small, soft smile. Here goes nothing.

"Sorry about this, the last thing I want to do is be an inconvenience but...there was a lot of blood." You chuckle breathlessly which causes him to look up at you with his lips curled up in a small smile. "Thank you for doing this."

"No worries, it's quite literally my job." It's his time to chuckle, smile growing wider as he presses a cotton pad soaked in something to the gash that ran across your palm and fuck, he had a pretty smile.

"You seemed like you were busy..."

"Nah," He shakes his head, eyes rooted on the wound, "Was just going over patient records. It's fine, I treat the staff here sometimes."

You pursue your lips, eyes drawn to his face again. "I'm Y/N, by the way."

He nods, brows jumping up a little as he picks up his head, like he's already aware of who you are. "The new supervisor for the construction site, I've heard."

"And you are?" You ask, a flirty smile blooming across your features as you look at him through your lashes.

"Doctor Jung Wooyoung." He holds your gaze a millisecond longer which is all you needed.

"Jung like the governor?" You ask, heart soaring in thrill when you feel his hands still on your own. You can't help yourself. "You have the same last name as the governor, you sort of look like him as well."

He, Wooyoung, stays quiet and opts to work on your wound instead.

You cock your head to the side, "You're not related, are you?"

Again, silence.

You let out a small hum, mouth curling as you look at the dirty tissues pilling up on the desk in front of you.

"Wouldn't think you'd find the son of frontier justice Jung Myungdae working in a prison." You comment in an almost taunting voice, rich boys who pretended like they cared about the lower classes and were different than their snobby peers always being a little bit of a joke to you, before turning your attention back to him. "As a doctor no less."

You can hear him let out a sharp breath, head picking up to look at you as a fleeting look of being uncomfortable washes over his face.

"I believe in being a part of the solution, not the problem." Doctor Jung says decidedly and you hum again, eyes falling to the way he gently holds the back of your hand with one hand while he holds the gauze with another.

"Be the change that you want to see in the world." You recite with a nod, still staring at the wound on your palm but noticing the way the comment seemed to strike him. You look at him, not being able to contain the smile on your face when you catch him staring at you. "What?"

He shakes his head, lips pursued like he's holding back a smile. "Nothing. That was just my senior quote."

I know, I had your senior photos glued to my window.

You raise your brows in playful disbelief. "That was you? This whole time I was thinking it was Ghandi."

That gets a laugh out of him. It's a nice sound, slightly higher in pitch but sort of endearing.

"Funny." He comments sparing you another smile and going back to wrapping the gauze around your palm.

Once he's done, you let your bandaged up hand lay on your lap as you watch him stand up.

"Sit tight, I'll get you some painkillers because that's bound to hurt for the next couple of hours." He says before leaving you alone in the room.

Once he's out of your sight, you pull out a small origami dove out of the pocket of your pants and quickly walk over to kneel down next to the sink, slipping it through the slats of the grate for the water drainage before returning to your place.

Half a minute later, Doctor Jung reenters the room with a glass of water in one hand and painkillers in the other.

"Here you go." He hands them to you and you down them obediently before giving him a grateful look.

"Thank you again for this." You sigh, standing up from the chair and running your healthy hand through your hair before smiling, "Hope I didn't take too much of your time."

"I already told you it's not a problem." He responds with a smile of his own, eyes feeling unusually pleasant on you.

"Well, I'll let you go back to your patient records, then." You say, inching closer to the door.

"If you need anything else, feel free to drop by." Doctor Jung's voice softly calls after you and it makes you pause in your steps as you turn to look at him over your shoulder.

"Then I guess we'll be seeing a lot of each other then." You boldly tell him, enjoying the way he obviously tries to bite back a grin.

"Guess so." He responds, eyes boring into your own.

With one last smile, you disappear through the door and head up the stairs leading to your shitty office.

You will be just perfect, Jung Wooyoung.

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You stare at the writing tattooed on the inner part of your lower right arm, fingers anxiously tapping against the hard surface of your office desk before a knock causes you to lower the sleeve of your shirt as your head snaps to the door.

"Come in."

"Miss, the warden would like to see you." The warden's assistant, Soojin gives you a kind smile which you return, standing up and quickly straightening your outfit before following her through the door and down the hallway.

The section with the offices for administration (and now, you) was on the third floor of the infirmary building and almost completely protected from any spaces where convicts might roam around by locked bars placed on the halls going after the staircases.

And while your office was shitty, the warden's was definitely not.

You observe the spacious room and the big oak table the older man sits behind as he smiles at you invitingly and offers you a seat.

"Did you settle in accordingly, miss L/N?" The warden asks and you nod comfortably.

"Yes, sir. I plan on being very diligent and making sure everyone does a good job."

"Good, good." He nods his head before a look of hesitation crosses his face that immediately causes your nerves to flare up. "This might seem extremely unprofessional and definitely out of character for me as I don't do it often but I'm in need of a little help, you're a structural engineer, correct?"

You tilt your head to the side, brows furrowing, "Yes, sir."

He clears his throat, pushing his chair back to stand up. "Follow me."

You follow the older man as he walks across his face to the door on the opposite wall of the entrance which you've mistaken for a closet so far. He motions for you to enter first and you do, your mouth can't help but part in slight awe.

You stare at the model of the Taj Mahal propped up on a huge table in the middle of the spacious room connected to the warden's office, surrounded by windows from one side entirely, the light seeps through the model beautifully and you admire it quietly.

"Shah Jahan built the Taj Mahal as a monument to his undying love for his wife. My wife is quite fond of the story. It appeals to the romantic side of her." He smiles at you, "Being married to someone on corrections, it's a terrible job, wouldn't wish it on anybody. And yet, in thirty-nine years my wife has never complained and the worst part is I've never thanked her. So because I couldn't say it I thought, you know, I could build it. In January, it's our fortieth anniversary. Well here, look." The warden bends down to look into the base of the structure and you copy his movements, peering inside.

"The problem is, I build anymore and it's all going to come down like a house of cards. That's where I was hoping you could be of assistance. Obviously, it would be a favor for a favor. I don't know what you would need, new furniture for your office? New heater? I know everything in there is rusty..." He trails off, eyes glinting with pleads.

It felt like Christmas came a month earlier to you.

"Actually, I have something else in mind."

"What? What is it?" He shakes his head, urging you to speak.

"You see your eight wonder of the world might collapse since the stress isn't propagated properly." You inform him with an innocent smile as the warden frowns.

"Propagated properly?"

You nod. "Propagated properly. The joints are overloaded. They won't provide anywhere near the strength the completed structure will need."

The older man looks at you in mild concern before turning to the model, something he very obviously placed a lot of effort into. "How much work are we talking about?"

"When did you say you need it to be done? January?" You ask, circling around the model again. The warden lets out a small 'yes' and you hum, "Then we better get started then, I'll help you out for an hour every day."

The warden's face lights up in relief and you have to hide the shakiness in your voice as you continue. You clear your throat; "In return, I'd like to be approved weekly visitations to my brother."

The smile on his face freezes for a moment before melting away completely and getting replaced by a deep frown.

"Your brother?"

You gulp down the nerves and wipe your clammy hands on the back of your pants, nodding, "My brother, Choi Jongho."

"Choi Jongho is your brother?!" The warden asks, voice laced with utter disbelief and your eyes fall immediately to the carpeted floor. "How the hell was I not aware of this?"

"I took my mother's last name after I graduated from college." You offer quietly, mustering up the balls to look at the man in the eyes, "It's not like I was hiding it or anything but...it never came up. I didn't exactly learn when was the right moment to say that my brother was one of the inmates in the jail where I'd be sent to supervise the construction site."

"You know you're not allowed visitations if you're a staff member, right?" He asks, crossing his arms over his chest as he gives you a strict look.

"I know but... I'm not a permanent staff member." Your voice drops in volume as your eyes start to burn, "And I'd really just like to see him once a week just like everybody else is allowed. He's my only family, sir."

The warden's eyes soften once he catches sight of your eyes glistening with tears.

Your nails dig into the wound on your palm.

He opens and closes his mouth a couple of times before sighing, then he starts pacing up and down the length of the room which might be a good indicator that he's actually considering it.

You dig your nails harder into the wound and the first tear drops, you sniffle.

"The reason I took this job was...I felt like I'd be a little bit closer to him for a short period of time. He's my older brother, he took care of me when no-one else did," You sniffle again, feeling a nail punch through the thick gauze of the gash on your palm. Another tear. "I thought, just being able to look at see him through the window when he plays basketball would be nice but then they told me I wasn't allowed visitations and by then, it was to late to change my mind."

You discover that Chungju Detention Center's warden hated seeing young girls cry.

"That's all you ask for? Nothing else?" He breaks the silence after a long moment of consideration, "Wouldn't a new heater for your office be better, it gets cold during the winters here."

You quickly shake your head, "J-just visitations to my brother."

He's quiet again before he finally lets out a deep sigh.

"Alright but it can't be longer than ten minutes, do you hear?" He asks and you nod, eyes growing in size as your head snaps up to look at him. "And the moment I hear about any funny business, it's over. Do you understand me?"

"Absolutely," You nod with innocent, big eyes. The tears miraculously stopping their flow all of a sudden. "No funny business."

He observes you for a second longer before finally allowing you to leave his quarters.

You let out a big exhale on your way out, staring at the blood that managed to run through the gauze on your palm.

You were trouble.

That's all the conclusion Wooyoung could come to as he stared at you, leaning against the doorframe of the infirmary with your bag slung over your shoulder, coat folded over your arm and a smile on your face that made his head spin.

"Hey." You greet him, voice mellow and sounding lightly tired as you lean your head against the frame as well.

"Hey," Play it cool, you're a grown man. "How was the first day?"

"It was good, a little unexpectedly boring almost." You answer him with a smirk and he clears his throat before he started staring at your full lips without the option of looking away being in his books apparently and inevitably got caught.

"What did you expect?" Wooyoung lets out a light laugh, crossing his arms over his chest as he sits at the corner of his messy desk. "Shootouts and heads getting bashed in all day long?"

You giggle, pearly white teeth on full display as you nod, "I was expecting a lot more yelling and screaming at least."

"Hey, we have some quiet times in here as well. Give it a day or two, though."

You chuckle again before shaking your head, hand coming up to brush your hair from your face and in the meantime, showing off the tattoo you had on your other arm as well.

And as Wooyoung was a red-blooded healthy male, of course, his mind started wandering on just how far the tattoos went.

God, you are trouble, you are so much fucking trouble.

He should've been kind of pissed off at you when you brought up his father but...how the hell could he be?

He saw the way the other guards stared at you, how the one who walked you into the infirmary this morning was almost salivating with his eyes glued to you and just how much Wooyoung's ego skyrocketed when you told the guard he can fuck off because he was there now. He obviously wasn't the only one affected here!

With your pants that hugged your waist and thighs perfectly, the shirt that accentuated your cleavage and it's two intentionally popped open buttons , the thin necklace decorating your collarbones, the tattoos (God, the tattoos), long hair that smelled like vanilla to whoever got close enough, a smile that definitely knew of its effect on other people and eyes that seemed like nothing ever phased them.

Wooyoung liked trouble sooooo much.

"I wanted to, um, ask for a favor." Your soft voice interrupts his current train of thoughts and he raised his brows in question.

"What?"

"I, uh, I'm a Type 1 Diabetic." You tell him, straightening out your posture in a way that tells Wooyoung that you might be nervous for some reason. You give him an awkward chuckle which he finds kind of cute. "And I'd get my daily shots at a doctor's office on my way to and from work every day since my own office was close by."

"Mhm..." He tilts his head in curiosity. He wonders where you used to work, did you drive a car? Wooyoung used to work in the center of Seoul as well! Did you two ever ride the same train downtown?

"And that's no longer an option anymore since, well, I have to be here every morning so I have to leave, like, an hour earlier at least." You bite your lip, pretty eyes meeting his own, "I was wondering if you'd be able to do it here? Obviously, I don't want to impose on your schedule or anything, I understand if you can't but I thought it might be worth trying. I'd bring my own shots, wouldn't want to steal government resources y'know...heh..."

He notices how you always speak like you're an inconvenience when you need help.

Wooyoung bites back a smile as he watches you ramble before finally finding the heart to interrupt you, "Alright."

Your lips part at that, "You will?"

"Yes," He chuckles, "It's not a big deal, it takes, like, two minutes tops so..."

"Okay, great." You sigh in relief, playing with the bandages on your hand before nodding again. "Thank you. For this and...today, as well."

"It's my job." He's quick to respond out of habit by now, God, he's been out of the game a little too long now. There were, like, five different lines he could've dropped there. He forgot how to flirt.

Or maybe flirting with you seems a bit terrifying if he was honest.

"Right." You chuckle, fixing your bag on your shoulder before smiling at him one last time, "Well, have a good night."

Wooyoung nods, almost a little disappointed that you're leaving already. "You too."

Jongho might understand why Jisung decided to wrap that sheet attached to the pipe around his neck and jump from the staircase.

In fact, if he had to listen to this dude, Coin or whatever the fuck, talk about his girlfriend Lim Jiyeon, class 2001 of some damn beauty school in Gangnam with auburn colored hair and perfectly applied lip gloss for one second longer, Jongho just might do the same thing as Jisung.

He was serving a life sentence for something he didn't do, that should be a punishment enough. He already knew there was nothing else to do except to serve time here, nobody else will serve it for him.

But, holy fuck, his new cellmate who invited himself to the seat next to him on this bench, could not keep his mouth shut for a second and Jongho really didn't need this so early in the morning.

"Woah, who's that?" Coin whistles, following someone with his eyes like the sun was shining out of their ass.

"Who?" Jongho mumbles in question not even bothering to turn to the direction his new cellmate was salivating in, thinking it was probably just another stupidity that managed to catch Coin's attention. There's not much to do here, after all...

"That woman." Coin nudges him. Typical, all those woes about his dear girlfriend forgotten at the first sight of another woman. Jongho rolls his eyes, taking a quick glance to where the other man was pointing before turning back around again.

Then he freezes.

Jongho's head whips around in the same direction again, the familiar checkered coat and same hair length making him blink to see if he finally went insane in here.

The walk was the same as well.

His legs, with a mind of his own, started swiftly moving across the yard with Coin yelling something behind him but Jongho ignored it, his only goal to get to that fence even if he had to shovel through the inmates.

"Y/N?" He mumbles to himself, watching the woman move across the gravel, long hair carried to the side by the cold wind. And as if she heard him, she slows down with her steps, turning her head in his direction...

Jongho feels like his heart stopped.

"Y/N?" He asks, this time a bit louder because holy fuck, that's his little sister's face. It's her. It's you!

You don't stop to talk to him, you don't say anything back but Jongho, sure as hell, didn't hallucinate the smile that you throw his way as you continue up the gravel to the building leading to the infirmary.

"You know her?" Coin's deep voice makes him jump in his place, Jongho didn't even notice that the older male was standing right next to him by now.

"Yeah." Jongho whispers, words getting stuck in his throat as he finds it hard to swallow.

"Bro, are you okay?" Coin questions, confused by the way Jongho stared at the building you just disappeared into.

"That's my sister."

And she's definitely up to no good.

#ateez angst #ateez x reader #ateez imagine #wooyoung x reader #wooyoung imagine #wooyoung angst #wooyoung fluff

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multicolour-ink · 11 months

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I read your post about both Mario and Luigi being reckless and dreamers and it got me thinking a little about that scene with their family, specifically their dad. And after having seen the fandom around this movie go nuts with fanfics and stuff, I have to ask, do people really believe Mario and Luigi's dad is a bad father just because he doesn't agree with Mario's reckless decision to start their business?

(I say only Mario here because the dad's words are clearly aimed at Mario, even if it was both their idea, but this is more about Mario and his dad rather than both brothers)

Like, when I see the scene at the dinner table, all I see is a dad who is concerned for his kids going into a business without a safety net or backup plan. Mom is trying to be supportive and loving, but dad is clearly the more 'realistic' of the two or at least more vocal about it.

Like, if you have a kid who had a stable job then suddenly quit said job to do freelance and also spent all their life savings on a commerical, you can't tell me you wouldn't be a little worried their future. As a parent you wanna be supportive but there also were you might go "um, are you sure you know what you're doing? have you thought this through? if something happens what will you do, will you have health insurance?" that sort of thing.

It's like quitting your day job for pursue a career in acting or photography or just starting your own company in general. It's probably smarter to do it on the side rather than up and quit your job and lose a stable income as you work to purse your actual goals.

And yeah, he definitely could have worded it better, (why call him nuts? why belittle their dream? why say that he was dragging Luigi down with him, that's mean!) but he does seem like a caring father who wants the best for his kids. And yet, so many stories depict as a horrible father and mistreats both Mario and Luigi and I don't think that's fair.

And given how Mario acts and reacts to certain situations (like jumping into the sewer without a second thought, running and climbing across construction sites, picking fights with people etc.) I get the distinct feeling that this is not the first time Mario has made some questionable decisions or at least acted rashly without really thinking things all the way through.

Tell you've never had kids without telling me...

Ooh this is a long ask! In order to answer this, I will need to divide it up into numbered points, as it is easier to organise my thoughts. I will also be drawing reference from this, this, this, and this (because I love OP's thoughts here).

1. Papa Mario

You are right in your thinking that Papa is trying to be a realistic in his opinion about the business venture! I've said it before myself, but Papa Mario does not strike me as a strict parent, but rather just voicing the opinions of his generation. It is far more common for someone of his time to be more fixated on the idea of getting a steady job and supporting family etc. It's not that they are being mean, it's just the society they were brought up in. I've heard this myself from older members of my family (including my own parents).

Nowadays there are much more opportunities and ways for people to venture into independent careers, but those always come at a risk. More often than not it requires more skill, heart, and sometimes luck to make it work. While Mario and Luigi are fortunate to be able to have a roof over their heads and be served food, sooner than later they will need to support themselves. That's primarily what I believe their father is getting at; while their Mama is happy they are being adventurous (wonder where Mario got that from? 😉) and is happy to support them, their father just fears that they will fail and be back to square one.

I personally haven't seen anyone explicitly say that they believe Papa Mario to be a bad father - and he is not! What he says comes from concern and love, not neglect.

2. Mario's Relationship With His Father

"You're bringing your brother down with ya."

I've seen some people come forward and admit that they see this line to be confirmation that Mario and his father don't get along, that Mario is seen as the "troublemaker".

I personally don't think that there's any bad blood between the two, but it is obvious that Mario gets most of the blame for the idea of the plumbing business in the first place - despite the fact that Luigi is just as much centre focus in it as he is!

We don't really get much of the family to get any idea of the history there...but I believe that the shaken relationship between Mario and his father could just all be down to Mario's assertiveness. Papa knows full well that his eldest son is very overconfident and brash, and will always stick up for Luigi (evidenced by scenes like with the baby Bros ❤️️) - but it's clear Papa wishes Mario would stop with that mindset, for fear of his son failing.

Notice how Papa never suggests that Luigi find his own path, his own job, and let his brother learn his lesson on his own? Because he doesn't need to. He knows that his sons are always in it together, no matter what. Luigi is just the more quieter of the two. So in order to make sure that he gets his concerns across to them, he instead directs it at Mario (which backfires spectacularly).

Which leads me on to...

3. The Brother's Bond

There are two ideas I have over what the relationship between Papa Mario and his brothers (Uncle Arthur and Uncle Tony) is like:

Papa and Arthur are twins, with Tony being the younger sibling (which makes sense for Tony's more carefree personality - with two older brothers taking the brunt of responsibility)

Papa and his brothers are different ages, with Papa being the oldest

Regardless which one is correct, it makes Papa's words to Mario at the dinner scene all the more impactful - because he knows what it's like to be an older role model to siblings and set a good example.

However, whilst that bond is strong, I don't think either of the family could have even predicted just how tightly bonded Mario and Luigi would become - even with knowing they are twins.

Not to say Papa doesn't love his brothers (or is not as close with Arthur if they are twins) but what Mario and Luigi have together as brothers goes far deeper.

Whatever you want to call it - fate, the stars, destiny - it's clear that Mario and Luigi have a bond that is unlike any other. They are intertwined together so tight that just being away and out of sight of each other causes them both great distress. It is like they are one soul split into two, and those two halves yearn to be together in order to feel complete.

They are each other's emotional and physical support. Without the other it's meaningless. They ride or die together - no matter what.

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may i hear abt ur (relatively) normal lc ocs Construct and Party, or like just any of ur ocs! even nonfandom ones blinks blinks

OK SO. I have a bunch of non fandom and fandom ocs kinda!!

I have some for my personal story (which I may turn into a comic :D) called The End of Normalcy or TEON for short!!

Then I have my fandom ones like for lethal company and such!!!! Under here will be like a brief description for each oc / story so you can like.... ask further questions if you wanna (PLEASE DO BTW)

In TEON it's a more so sci-fi / fantasy world mixed with older tech being advanced and the "magic system" based around Undertale in a very loose sense. You have 2 main protagonists Wyette Elliott (Wren) and Fabian Ricci (Fallo) who are boyfriends and are exploring the world of Solatis- Which is a different reality casted in an almost eternal dark? It's got a very specific vibe but yk. There's also Wren's family (Blaine, Kagyin, and Finch) as well as Fallo's family (Ollie, Yoyo) who are important!! But there's a bunch more characters like from HLR (HELP LIVE REALITY / Haven's Late Revival) which is an SCP like organization and . the bad guys.

MEANWHILE!

There is Party and Construct!

Party is a crewmember who is known to throw parties and make the job more "fun" while unintentionally destroying progress towards quota due to this. Party sees the cycle and sees no issue with it- in fact they think it can be somewhat fun!

Construct however is an actual inspector who has worked with the company for 25 or so years! Worked previously as a construction site inspector but yk. Mainly focuses on ship maintance and sees to everyone is not attempting to break anything within the ship. Which is HEAVILY focused on as... Construct doesn't want to think about their late partner being dead. Ermmm!

AND THEN!!

I have also just ! Nonstory ocs for anything such as Erebus, Guest, and Dante!

Erebus is a satyr who can speak to gods based upon the tarot card deck AND anything else really- Was intended to have a story but not at this moment

Guest is my roblox oc! Based on the guests from pre deletion, Guest is an ai child thing (I don't know man) that is learning to become more alive and grow up!

Dante is my freakazoid flesh mimic demon thing that mimics based on the most potent memories and can just crawl out of corpses! It's a freak that is so unaware of the damage gutz does

WHICH OK. THAT'S NOT EVERYONE BUT I DO HAVE A TOYHOUSE! It has most of everyone (except the newer people like Construct, Guest, etc) and needs updated a bit more BUT!! YEA!!!

It's here btw my toyhouse :]]]]]

#asks.exe #PLEASE DO ASK MORE ABOUT ANY OF THEM BTW I LOVE TO SHARE STUFF ABOUT MY OCS #GEN GEN IT MAKES MY DAY SO MUCH BETTER ;;;#ALSO AGAIN TY SO MUCH FOR SENDING THIS ASK IN THIS WAS NICE TO GET IN MY INBOX!!!#I HOPE MY OCS R COOL BTW I LIKE ALL OF THEM A TON

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chaogongoozles · 3 months

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Okay so I don't want to dwell in the art situation™... (filler for those not caught up with my dilemma🍵:someone shared a private NSFW drawing of mine on a porn site that was privately shared via discord...)

So I'd like for y'all to share with me some ✨constructive criticism✨ you may have for 🤡my art🤡, or 📝suggestions💡 on things I may add/work on to spice up things (from stuff about my AUs/interests to more artistic techniques/styles/elements I should add to my pieces, either or really!)✨ Don't be shy to tell it how it is, but also please don't be a jerk about it and not elaborate)

I wanna work hard on improving and developing my art(with the small time I have free from College™ lol), but I always draw a blank on what areas I should work on *exactly* so some feedback is greatly appreciated!

Of course, SFW only. (any "n/SFW" would be artistic n/udity very orange/lime suggestive like a kiss but nothing 🔥💥 🐴🌹😩 **sounds effects play simultaneously**)

#shutupchao #life upd8 #.... yeh this month has... really challenged and treated me in many ways...#mostly challenged but it wasnt complete ass cause of my gf 💖 lmao so ya know #college is alright im kinda slacking in global Environment but I'll get there!#my intro to psych class is great I'm learning about the brain™ rn #manifesting the knowledge so i can use it in my practice...BUT MOSTLY FOR AU/WORLD BUILDING PURPOSES MWHEHEHHHEHEHHEHE ⚡⛈️⚡⛈️⛈️⚡

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ghostalservice · 8 months

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wanna fly away (i don't know where my soul is) by @ghostalservice & @petrichorca Andalite scientist Stedeth-Esgarrouth-Bonnetil crash lands in an abandoned construction site, pursued by the vicious Visser Four, a high level leader in the Yeerk invasion of Earth. A small motley crew of humans rescues him, and in return he gives them the power to morph—to turn into animals—so that they can resist the quiet but destructive war being waged on their world. Ed Teach’s mom went missing a long time ago. He’s worked through it, goes to therapy, owns his bar; while it wasn’t exactly what he expected, life has been pretty good. Still, he was thinking about packing it all in, until he sees a falling star and encounters a blue four-legged alien called Stede. Their meeting will change everything.

Come visit the Animorphs AU! We're about a third of the way through posting, and we're getting into the meat of it. No knowledge of Animorphs necessary—just a healthy appreciation for sci-fi, weird alien sex, a lot of thoughts on bodies and gender and identity, and down-bad Ed Teach.

#ofmd #our flag means death #blackbonnet #gentlebeard #ed/stede #this story means so much to both of us #give it a shot!

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isaksbestpillow · 5 months

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9 people I would like to get to know better

tagged by @wen-kexing-apologist, thank you!!

last song:

youtube

i love it when young people combine folk music with contemporary music and even more so when it's from my own culture.

favorite color: yellow, mint, lilac

last movie/tv show: i don't even remember the last time i watched a movie. probably lapatossu at my dad's house lol. it's a finnish comedy film from 1930s and very very dated.

that's the anti-employment lapatossu and his pal vinski. lapatossu didn't wanna work on a railway construction site so he and vinski impersonated a railway company president, joined a circus and other tomfoolery. the movie ended with them walking into sunset with hand in unemployable hand. i think this might've done well on ao3 back in the day, the homosexual subtext was strong with this one.

tv shows i'm currently watching are kinou nani tabeta, ichiban sukina hana and last twilight. i spend a lot of time resting on the couch so i've also been exposed to everything from dancing with the stars to farmer wants a wife. i watch a lot of documentaries on youtube.

sweet/spicy/savory: savory

relationship status: married. u can't tell though because i don't have a ring.

current obsession: i don't really have any big media obsessions atm. :( i'm obsessed with getting treatment for my endo, being on a wait list is so frustrating. i've been eating a lot of aura blue cheese.

last thing I googled: puheen ollen yhteen vai erikseen (speaking of which compound or separate). i wasn't sure if it should be written puheenollen or puheen ollen haha. it was the latter btw.

not tagging anyone in particular because i have to go have dinner now.

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void-inked-pen · 1 year

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Well, if you're really considered THAT good at fighting sequences, how would you set up a scene where the fight takes place in a cramped space with objects that are then used in the fight to stall or daze the opponent?

oh good question!

so, when setting up a fight, a thing a lot of people don't understand right off the bat is how an environment can emphasis a fight. how a location is set up can GREATLY change the outcome of any situation and it is our job as storytellers to think about how a person might see a situation and use it to their advantage.

one key point i wanna make tho, is that you should NOT set up an environment around a fight. you need to set up a fight AROUND the environment! key example of doing this wrong is say "oh! this character uses light to enhance their weapon/skill! so obviously to make them stronger you should make the room a stain glass/mirrors!" in what realistic scenario would that ever happen unless they were in a church or fun house of mirrors??? (not to say that wouldn't be an interesting fight, it would just be predictable and not as entertaining) you want the audience to go "woah! i never considered that! that's so cool!" and if you ONLY give the characters their pluses without thought... it can be less fun.

so here is what I would do when setting this scene up: say the character is running from some goons and runs into a shipyard warehouse with shipping boxes full of miscellaneous stuff. they hide behind a box, scared out of their mind as the goons search the warehouse. They either broke or lost their weapon along the way and they don't know what to do so they desperately look around for something that could help. Thats when they notice one of the boxes is full of bags of flour or sand ya know, something that creates dust, and another box is full of either pipes or rebar for a construction site.

there are many ways to use these items in a make shift way to stunn a bunch of people. you could create a cloud cover of flour and use a rebar/pipe to hit the goons one by one on top of their heads, you could toss the rebar on the ground and make the goons fumble and fall, you could look for rope to trip the goons and then pull a random box on them to hold them down, the list goes on.

Jakie Chan is the king of improvised fighting, highly recommend studying his films or watching this video to get a better idea on how to pull something like this off.

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coming up with interesting angles to how a character would fight in a situation like this is part of the fun but it also would be cool for you to come up with unique takes on how to use these misc items.

if you want me to explain a very specific fight scene with more detail, I certainly can with more information. but a lot of this has to do with where the character could be, how the character thinks, what they have on or around them, and how you could make this interesting.

if i went back to the analogy of the shipyard warehouse, I could give you another angle entirely: mc using their vantage point of the rafters as leverage in a fight. whatever they find up there they drop down or use it to swing down and pick off the goons one by one.

another option could be they find a motorboat moored and unused but the engine is full of gas. so they rev it up and let it just decimate the warehouse and the goons run and try to dodge out of the way while the mc escapes.

it all depends on how you wanna work it :>

hope this helped/inspired!!

(also yes, i do consider myself that good hehe, its not like I've been studying action all my life or anything lol)

-Pen

#asks #pen talks #action #how to write a fight scene

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skarifikator · 3 months

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hey! i found you thru your neocities site and really really wanted to ask, how did you code your art gallery? it's lovely and perfect and i high-key want to steal it

THANK YOU FIRST OF ALL!

secondly... I wish i could give you a comprehensive answer but truth is since i worked on it for over a year i don't remember everything i did? a lot of the things i achieve with my markup is based on trial and error and testing different solutions. i don't actually know what i'm doing lol. i use a lot of tutorials and old forum posts and such and i wish i could just link those but when so much time has passed i can't remember everything i looked up. HOWEVER i'll try my best to provide some basic guidance to what's what, and what it does in my markup, to make it easier if you want to copy my shoestring bullshit. (and past how embarrassing it is that my markup is so messy and inefficient, i have no problem with anyone referencing my source or even copy pasting whole chunks of it to have a base to work from if they wanna make something similar to me. no credit needed ofc , just don't use any of my assets or style it the exact same, make it your own! )

THIS IS GONNA BE A LONG POST SORRY SO I'M GONNA HAVE TO PUT THE REST OF IT UNDER A "KEEP READING" , ANYTHING ELSE WOULD BE INHUMANE...

here are links to the relevant sources for the page, there's also another stylesheet linked but this is just a very basic one for my website that has my fonts and scrollbar styling so it's not important here.

view-source:https://korsse.neocities.org/gallery view-source:https://korsse.neocities.org/sidebarstyle.css

(no idea if these links will work for you or if its different per browser or what, if they don't just go to my gallery and right-click view source or inspect or smth)

btw before reading further its useful to know that i use https://www.w3schools.com/ a lot (playing around with the tryit editor is really helpful to understand HOW shit works. sometimes i even make the basic structure i want in the w3s editor isolated from the rest of my messy markup to ensure i get the basics of it to work before i integrate. this way i know that if it breaks it's because it's conflicting with other shit on the page and not because i fundamentally fucked up. ) and i'm just going to assume you know the basics of stuff like what a div is and the difference between class and id etc...

my gallery is largely based on 3 main types of thing(?) : modal images, tabs and collapsible.

THUMBNAILS AND MODALS

my thumbnails are also css, (I KNOW the method i used for my thumbs is something i got off some forum post or reddit comment or substack or whatever, i can't find it again though.) HOWEVER I would not recommend doing thumbnails the way i did because you do not get an appealing custom crop (or i guess you probably could in theory but to do that for every image would be more work than its worth) and because considering it's really just the full image sized down and cropped with styling, it takes a long ass time to load. ( the only reason i do it this way is to not have to make, edit and host individual thumbnails for 6 years worth of art. it's a real menial task to do when you'd have to do it for over 400 images ) but if you need uniform sized thumbnails the best way to do it afaik is to make them in whatever graphics editor you have. i'm unsure if this would be compatible with image modals ( as constructed in the w3s tutorial ) but if not you could probably just make a box modal do the same thing and have the thumbnails be buttons styled with inline css like this:

to make them work as thumbnails though you'd have to make all the dimensions of the actual image file for each thumbnail true to the pixel height/width you'd want them to display as on the page and use css to style all the buttons to be those same dimensions. this will interfere with other buttons on the page but you can probably get around this with making a button class. like for example if your thumbnails are 100x100px you slap this in your css

button.thumb {width:100px; height:100px;}

and add this to the button tag

HOWEVER... this might mean you'd have to make a new modal (on the html side) for every single image so it's probably not ideal if you're gonna have over 400 images like i do... there should be ways to make multiple modals on the same page not a nightmare but you'd have to keep track of unique ids for each one at the very least.

here are both links to the basic w3s modal image and modal box tutorials for convenience.

wish i could have explained what i did better but the modal was like the first thing i did,

and was kind of a nightmare to figure out because i originally wanted it to display a description using the alt text styled in a very specific way that i ended up scrapping because it was broken as fuck and evil and bad. (cw: gore in the bg of the image below btw)

my memory has been corrupted so that the battle with the alt text is all i remember from making it rather than the useful stuff that survived into the current version lololol.

tabs

ok now we're getting into the layout of the page itself. my gallery consists of a sidebar and the page content

in the sidebar the bottom two boxes have the universal stuff that goes on every page that has the sidebar, and the links are just normal links to individual pages. but the top box with the red "links" is the gallery navigation right? and they are not links at all, they're buttons to designated tabs.

for the BASIC layout of the page, it's split into two divs called "sidenav" and "main". [sidenav] is everything that goes in the sidebar space and [main] is literally everything else. there should be nothing directly in the [main] div except for other divs, it is merely a container for the tabs. each and every "page" is a tab, including the "Art" tab that is open by default (i might be wrong but iirc what tab is open by default is simply decided by which one is first in the html document i am so so wrong, it's determined by id in the javascript.)

tab buttons go inside the sidenav div and tabcontent goes inside the main div. i have my tabs styled as inline-block, i can't remember if it matters that much or not but you know... considering what inline-block is, it probably does?

tabcontent contains everything the visitor will see, for most of my gallery tabs this means thumbnails. my thumbnails are laid out in a grid using div classes called "row" and "column" four [column] divs go inside one [row] with one thumbnail directly inside each [column] div. each new line of thumbnails is a new [row] div with another 4 [columns] and their contents, you get it, it's not complicated, just verbose. there are lots of other less amateur ways you can display shit in a grid layout using html/css but my brain is small so this works for me!! :,D

even though they might seem intimidating with the javascript required, tabs in general are pretty simple if you follow the w3s tutorial (there's even one specifically for vertical tabs) . just make sure to keep all the contents of each tab INSIDE said tab and it shouldn't cause much trouble.

since my gallery is so bloated with image links and such i thought i'd also link this example page ( and the source: view-source:https://korsse.neocities.org/temp/exampleignorethis ) i made on the fly for someone else a long time ago. its just a hodgepodge of copy pasted w3s stuff to quickly show off a navbar with tabs and "accordions" (more or less the same thing as collapsible just called smth different in a menu context?) but it's kind of a simple version of the same stuff i did with my gallery? perhaps it can be useful for you as an example, perhaps not. but i might as well link it just in case lol.

collapsibles

the doodle tab also has collapsibles! idk if you even care about this but it's part of my gallery and one of the more fun features that isn't present in your average neocities gallery page. (talking out my ass, maybe they are super common idk, i haven't checked)

the collapsible aren't any more complicated than tabs, and their integration into my gallery isn't any worse than putting the buttons and collapsible content div inside the tabcontent and putting the thumbnails inside the collapsible content div. style as desired with css to make it look the way you want. i didn't do anything too fancy with it. once again easy-peasy if you use the w3s tutorial

uhhh i think that's it? there is more stuff i could explain but i have very little experience with writing explanations like this so i'll leave it at this to start. but don't hesitate to ask if there's anything specific you found confusing, or anything else about how my gallery works that you want me to go into ! ik i could have been more concise but i'd be here all day retyping stuff so i hope u could bear with my long wall of text, i'm not a writer ^^' (i'm a rambler). good luck on your webpage endeavors!

#askbox #the tumblr post editor was being so fucking mean to me while making this lmao

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komishko · 4 months

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Welcome!

-To sort the blog, I will tag things as:

"#Komishko's Arts and Crafts" - For creations like art and writing.

"#Komishko's Discord" - For ask replies, random thoughts, and reblog replies.

"#Komishko's Pinned Reblogs" - A hall of fame, clearly parodying the classic pinned comment.

-More info below, this post will absolutely be edited with more relevant info in the future.

Once again, you bestow thy gaze upon another part of the internet.

-Good day! You can call me Komishko, or just Komi within a clear context (He/Him).

-If you see another Komishko on another site, it's best to ask me if that's me. I use this name everywhere and it's practically never taken, but it's best to be sure.

-If it's not completely random reblogs and thoughts of mine, it's Oneshot fanart. I just draw whatever I wanna draw, as overwise, this would be a mere collection of soulless illustrations.

-I am still learning things about art, so if you want to share constructive critisism, opinions, suggestions, fun ideas, or if you want to ask me a question, I would be glad to hear you out!

Can you use my work anywhere?

-If you use any of my works for personal use, (For example: using my art for desktop wallpapers, reaction images in DMs, PFPs for non important accounts), then just go ahead lol, there's zero problem in that and you don't need to do anything else.

-If you wish to use my works in a public scenario, or monetized projects, (for example: PFP of a popular account, youtube thumbnails or videos), then please credit me! You can merely mention my name, or link this whole blog, whatever fits.

-If you share my art on other websites while properly giving me credit, that's completely okay. However, please inform me if you are sharing my work publically this way.

Do I take Requests?

-It is unlikely that I will follow every singular request that I could recieve, but if I like an idea that you send me, I will be more than likely to place it upon a digital canvas for the world to see, so feel free to send me something in asks/DMs!

Do I take Commissions?

-Alas, nope! I would be completely okay with placing a price tag upon my works, but sanctions be damned, Russia's shaboingery makes it far too troublesome for me to bother. Perhaps I shall fiqure it out one day. Slightly elaborated on here.

Check your posture, open your window to let some fresh air in and get yourself a glass of water, if not some tea. If you aren't having a great time on the internet, you are not using it correctly!

#Komishko's Discord

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meepmoopmaap · 2 years

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I write things!

Would you like the see a fic on another site?

Lightning To the Heart (Tenya x Denki) on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47200549

What kind of things do I write?

My Hero Acadamia

Ouron High School Host Club (I will not write romantic pairings for Honey)

Hazbin Hotel and Helluva boss (I will not write romantic pairings for Nifty or Stolas's daughter who's name I forgot)

The Ace Attorney Game Trilogy (I only made it about 3/4 of the way through to second game and I will not write romantic pairing for Maya or Mia

How do you ask me to write things?

Send me an ask with this information:

what fandom?

what character?

do you wanna ship or a yn thing?

headcannons, a drabble, or a short fic?

if it's yn, what gender?

and most importantly: A few sentences about what you want me to write!

Rules

nsfw is allowed, but if I am uncomfortable with the topic I will politely decline *AS OF RIGHT NOW, SMUT IS OFF THE MENU*

With angst I will require a comfort ending, if you don't include one I'll take creative liberties and make one up

I will NOT write for Mineta and any character I don't know well enough to comfortably write

As of right now, I will not be writing AU's, at some point this might change but for now this is how it is

I will write any kind of yn, but if you do not specify the gender it will be gender neutral

Ships are allowed but if there is an severe age gap I might decline (Severe age gap is an age gap of 5+ years)

smut involving any member of 1-A will be aged up to about 25 years old

BANNED TOPICS:

Rape/non-con

feet fetishes

scat fetishes

underage smut

ANY form of discrimination

vore

bodily fluids in general

TERFs

Mineta apologists

suicide

self-harm

Drugs (I will make an ecception for weed)

First time you mention a banned topic you get a warning, second time I will stop writing your fic requests regardless of the topic, third time you get blocked

WELCOME TOPICS ^^:

Yandere *AS OF RIGHT NOW, THIS IS OUT OF STOCK*

Poly relationships

any member of the lgbtq+ community

hurt/comfort

if you aren't sure if your request fits the rules, just ask!

constructive criticism

Non-sexual bdsm *This is sort of finnicky and circumstantial, inquire for details if you want darlings*

Masterlist

Character x yn:

Fair day (Present Mic)

New Teacher (Aizawa)

Yandere Ojiro Headcannons

Dating Advice for Dummies (Iida)

Under the Mistletoe (Aizawa)

Asking people out, a guide for beginners (Iida)

Take a Hint, Dammit! (Midoriya)

Independence is Overrated (Yandere yn x darling Hizashi)

Headcannons for Soft Yandere Shinso x fem yn who is Aizawa's daughter

Flirty Blitzo x yn who pretends not to notice headcannons (Helluva Boss)

Headcannons for Aizawa x Famous Hero yn

Blitzo x Moxie's sister yn (heluva boss)

Ships:

Luckiest Man in The World (Iida x Denki)

Housewife Bakugou (Bakudeku)

Series:

Library lovers (Iida):

Dating Advice for Dummies (pt. 1)

Asking people out, a guide for beginners (Pt. 2)

Likes are nice, but without reblogs my work isn't seen, so please reblog if you don't mind!

#bnha writing #fanfic #my hero academia #my hero fanfic #hazbin hotel #helluva boss #ouron high school host club #ace attorney #pinned post

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mimiatmidnight · 2 years

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I'm good you're back! I'm attending a tea party as have no idea what to wear😭 I was thinking I wanna do something Megan inspired or similar?

How exciting for you! Tbh I've never been to a tea party but I think the dress code can vary quite a bit depending on the event and location (and of course the climate where you are). Typically my gut would say light, airy, fluttery dresses are a guaranteed safe bet.

If you wanna channel Meghan, however, I don't think any of those descriptors would work haha. Our girl really loves a good, solid construction with an almost business-y elegant vibe. I'd say some of her signature characteristics that could still work universally are monochromatic and neutral.

She definitely has worn more than a few blush pink outfits in her time, and I think that would be a lovely color for a tea party. My absolute favorite is her 2018 TTC:

You could emulate her look with a very formal off-the-shoulder dress like this one:

For a slightly more casual flavor, you could evoke Meg's love of trench dresses....

.....with something a bit less literal, like this:

But my absolute fave Meg outfits are when she pairs a simple, elegant top with a statement skirt. Often monochrome:

But ESPECIALLY pleated skirts!

And that would be my top recommendation for you. The playful movement of the pleated skirt would give you the light flutteriness of the tea party aesthetic I was first talking about, but tying it back to Meghan by keeping the outfit simple, solid, and frills-free. You could do a dress like this:

Or separate, like this Amazon option that has a TON of really lovely varieties.

Pair it with a similar-toned top, like this lady's look, to really bring that Monochromatic Meg style home!

***Disclaimer that I am not vouching for the quality or security of any of these sites or retailers, just using their pictures for inspiration :)

#meghan markle #fashion #fashun #gotta do both the business tag and my stupid personal fun tag lol #i have no idea if this was helpful but it definitely was fun for me!

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pashminalamb · 1 year

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hi belle!! tulip here, you might've forgotten me since i haven't interacted in a hot minute 😓 i wasn't able to send you asks because of school (and life in general 🥲) so i apologize for that! anyway—how are you? i hope you're doing fine especially with all the assholes you had to deal with on this site recently :( i understand why you want to move to ao3 and 100% support your decision. it's true, some people are just insensitive and toss others' feelings aside. i wanna curse the shit out of all the immature people who picked fights with you for extremely absurd reasons. i'm happy that you've decided to publish your works elsewhere since tons of pricks made this site shitty and toxic for you. the anons being rude as hell and making hefty demands doesn't sit right with me. they need to understand that you're human too, you aren't required to overwork yourself just for the sake of others. if i'm being honest, i think you made the right choice. don't let those idiots get the best of you though, i hope that ao3 will be a better place for you! i'll make an account just to support your works whenever you decide to publish them ღゝ◡╹)ノ that aside, please get enough rest and stay hydrated <3

– 🌷

Tulip!! Hi!! (≧ω≦)

Ofc I haven’t forgotten about you! In fact - I keep getting reminded of you when I listen to heaven and back or chase Atlantic - and a Kaiser based piece on that is in my head.

(I remember all my anons pretty fondly <3) The amount of wips I have in my docs that ao3 needs to see once they’re completed (working on yandere rin and 2 surprise characters) ಠ_ಠ

Don’t worry about it! Life gets busy sometimes and priorities right? I’m doing good! Working on assignments and projects, getting good grades and working out - just doing everything in a balance.

Feel free to skip rant -

And honestly? My move to ao3 is doing good cause I’m taking things to my pace and it’s more relaxed than tumblr - cause it’s very chilled out.

Apart from anons and my works getting flagged down, even the author community isn’t doing too hot - mentioned it in one of my reasons; I find tumblr to be a very unfair platform. Authors that have built a huge following in other fandoms, get into small spaces and cause of that small time writers get overshadowed since these authors are given more pref yk? It’s one thing to be a multi fandom blog and build more content for a small fandom - but overshadowing small time writers? I’m not very supportive of that. And before someone point fingers, I’m not trying to be the toxic gatekeep of a fandom, but what I’m trying to point out is that the system here is unfair. Smut (and literal Twitter porn links) are given more pref than actual writing and in my case I have a heavy leaning towards the plot of the story compared to smut cause that’s where true writing for me lies. And I found content like that on ao3 so I figured that I’d move there :3

On another note, white knighting behavior from both - authors and readers has made the place toxic cause of never ending discourse. I just wanna have fun with my writings and share them with ppl who wanna read it and talk about what they liked about and didn’t with constructive criticism… so yea moving to ao3 seemed like a good idea and I’m glad you’re in support of it cause it can be an inconvenience (>﹏<)

I Hope You’re taking care of yourself too <3

(I drank a lot of water so im hydrated (o^^o)

#belle.☏#.lost sheep : 🌷 anon

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strawberri-uyu · 2 years

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"welcome, lets learn about nico" - navibot ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ byf and introduction

hello! and welcome i wanted to make an extra an about me post to be a bit more informative for my visitors! to start off my name is nico, I'm a uni!student in the states. im a part of the 02'line and a psychology major.

as of right now i only write for seventeen but that is subject to change as i develop more confidence and experience. in addition to that i will be writing for gn! and m! readers, it is what i am most comfortable with im sorry.

i tend to ramble about stuff with no set writing schedule if you only here to see writing just mute my "nicostfu" tag!!

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ dni!

minors >17(younger than 17) to clarify for my blog im fine with comments, viewing, and reposts. however, i am not okay with any interactions that are not an ask or request please respect that! unless i reach out to be moots/already a moot!

antis, of any kind, look what i mean is that its okay not to like someone or something on my blog. i just want everyone to understand there is a difference between an opinion and hate. -> any hate will not be tolerated constructive criticism is fine

weirdos, hey i get it we all have or had delulu thoughts at one point but if i feel like you're acting out of line i will not hesitate to block you!! + the usual dni criteria (homophobia, racism, transphobia, etc)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ more info!

uni!student like i said before, which basically means my school work and job will take up my life rather than posting. and i wont have a set schedule for updates or posts im sorry.

filo&mexican-american | bilingual (eng&spanish) | pisces and enfj-t | yasss community |

important! im human just like you, please don't hesitate to educate me i will make mistakes. in addition if you ever just need someone to vent to the ask box is open! but please let me know b4 what you wanna ask lol it might be triggering to me.

and i cannot stress this last point enough, my work is fiction, what i write is not real, it is not an accurate representation of who they(the idols) are like as people nor am i trying to insinuate that they act this way. please take the use of these idols and images with a grain of salt as they are just face claims

#seventeen x male reader #seventeen x gender neutral reader #seventeen x you #seventeen x gn reader #seventeen smau #seventeen fluff #kpop x reader #kpop x male reader #kpop x gn reader #❀ — strawberri uyu #⊱✿⊰ — uyu info

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