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pensivetense · 3 years

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A List Of (Mostly TMA) Fic Recs Sorted By Vibe

Not an exhaustive list by any means, just a few favourites that caught my fancy. I shortened many of the summaries for space.

I’m going to pin this here and update it as I go.

Also, I’m pensivetense on ao3

MELANCHOLY VIBES

for when you want to feel comfortably muted

(sad but not utterly bleak endings here)

Hope, Etc. (Dickenson, et al.) by yellow_caballero

Jonathan Sims, six months after the Unknowing, wakes to find himself without a daemon - without humanity, without a soul. It’s a cursed half-life, but existence as a shell without a heart isn’t so bad: between solving the mystery of a persistent illusion cast over his friends and some light pseudo-cannibalism, a life as a monster is better than no life at all. At least, it would be, if it wasn’t for the fucking Owl.

A freaking. Amazing. Daemon au. Ties the lore of Dust with TMA lore very satisfyingly, but is mostly about Jon navigating what it means to be human, or, in the absence of that, a person, and doesn’t require prior knowledge of His Dark Materials. Cannot recommend highly enough.

after one long season of waiting by nuinuijiaojiao

Annabelle is not used to having nice things. or, Annabelle heads to Upton House, muses a little, and gets some well-deserved rest

I love survivalist Annabelle and also the concept of the Web as kind of a horrible Patron, actually.

i love you. I want us both to eat well. by SmallishWormMasterOfTheUniverse

At the safehouse with Martin, Jon decides it's time to quit statements once and for all. The Eye disagrees. Martin just needs Jon to be okay. It's quite possible that nobody is going to get what they want.

Scottish Safehouse Era, Jon and Martin coping with their respective Entities... really, really good.

the friend by doomcountry

He always greets a new spider when he meets it. It’s instinct, born in childhood, the same way he instinctively counts magpies, or flicks salt over his left shoulder. A little harmless superstition. A bit of politesse.

A great Martin character study with eldritch spider horror included. The imagery regularly haunts me (in a good way).

autumn’s rare gift by bee_bro

Annually, the two meet, renewing the binding ritual where it had all started. The procedure simple: a waltz.

Singlehandedly made me ship Gertrude/Agnes so there’s that. It’s so bittersweet and bee_bro’s writing is, as always, incredibly poetic. (I’d recommend everything they write, actually.)

smile, you’re trending by Goodluckdetective

During an encounter with another Avatar of the Eye, Jon faces his past, Martin takes a turn at playing Kill Bill and Basira has a second look at the monster she’s determined to see. For three people associated with the Eye, they could all use some perspective.

Features an original Eye Avatar character who’s a YouTube personality; she is infuriating and inspired and genuinely frightening and I cannot say enough good things.

Humility by The_Lionheart

have you no idea that you're in deep?/i've dreamt about you nearly every night this week,/how many secrets can you keep?

An OC centric story but don’t let that put you off, it’s amazing. Very heavily focused around Jonah Magnus and the other Avatars as they change through the years. Also, I’d die for the OC.

oh, for one sweet second without the eye series by faedemon

Beholding does not like in the way humans do, but it likes its Archivist all the same.

I’m just so fond of the way this is done stylistically. I have a great weakness for dialogue only/dialogue heavy writing, not to mention all of the wonderful character beats and interplay of humanity/inhumanity for Jon and Melanie.

Rewind by WhyNotFly

It takes eight days of forced confinement for Jon to start hallucinating. [...] It’s Martin, though, that his exhausted brain conjures, because of course it’s Martin. After all this time, of course it’s Martin.

Jon willingly allows himself to be confined rather than hunting for statements, and examines his relationship with Martin.

for a firmament series by supaslim

There is beauty in destruction. There is art in becoming. In which Jon becomes the Archive, and the Archive becomes Jon.

Part two posted this morning and uhhh. Good. Also if you’re here for weird eldritch body horror (I am), this one’s for you.

ONES THAT JUST HURT

for when you want to feel sad

(somewhat bleaker endings here/everyone is NOT okay)

Feste by yellow_caballero

If asked, Martin would say that he became the shadow director of the Magnus Institute by accident. But nobody ever asked, and nobody ever cared, and it was in this way that Martin stopped lying to himself. Or: break free, Martin. All you have to lose are your chains. And your sanity.

Oh, this one totally didn’t go the way I expected it to. A study in isolation. Could go into the category above, as the ending is not bleak, but the tone of the whole is somewhat more depressing than most there.

Ghosts of Love by RavenXavier

Nothing made Martin more grounded in the world than yearning for Jonathan Sims.

Lonely!Martin that really captures a sort of visceral ache. Hurts me and yet I keep rereading.

i do desire (we may be better strangers) by godbewithyouihavedone

For ages, it only knew how to worship, taking human bodies and living off the fear of those who remembered. It never knew love until it became Jonathan Sims. Now it must fight against every instinct to save Martin Blackwood. Archivist Sasha, Not!Jon/Martin, and the worst kind of Fake Dating AU.

Oh, this one just made me sad. The poor not!them, which is something I never thought I’d say.

Apple Of Your Eye by fakeCRfan

In which the Eye is fond of Martin. Perhaps a little too fond for comfort.

Somehow manages to be both sweet and horrifying—the characterisation of the Eye is incredible. ‘The Eye loves Martin’ is a scenario that’s so utterly doomed to failure and yet the writing is packed with so much pathos that I just want them all to be happy. A fantastic use of themes of agency and choice, and the single best use of Beholding as a source of horror I’ve read.

The Last Press by copperbadge

Jon Sims is awake, and has begun preparations for the Rite of the Watcher's Crown. Peter Lukas, who woke him, would be content to rule at his side. Martin is very upset about all of this, and the Lukases aren't thrilled with it either.

I really can’t say anything without spoiling the end and it’s so good. An alternate take on the Watcher’s Crown. Not a pairing that I ever thought would work for me, but this made it work.

watch the blood evaporate by 75hearts

It starts, like so many things in Jon’s life have started, with a nagging itch of curiosity. Jonathan Sims uses his healing abilities throughout s4. Read the tags.

Dear God please read the tags. But this is some high quality pain if it’s for you.

the lighthouse series by low_fi

Peter Lukas is a lighthouse keeper. One evening, he gets a call from a cryptic overseer tasked with monitoring his work.

This is such a vivid and yet subtle story—from the setting to the emotions portrayed, it creeps up on you slowly. The ending was like the gentlest possible gut-punch. The sequel just completed, and yeah, just as wonderful. This one is very much LonelyEyes but I listed it here because it is just exquisitely painful.

SATISFYINGLY HOPEFUL VIBES

for when you want to feel cozy

Clutching Daffodils by Gemi

Martin has always liked the idea of love at first sight. It’s such a romantic idea, the whole thing of it. Seeing someone and instantly feeling that strange, twisting feeling deep inside that every single media likes to obsess over. Of knowing you are in love within the day, petals falling from your mouth and warmth filling your chest as love burrows deep, vines twisting through your lungs. He always liked the idea of it. And then Jonathan Sims starts working at the Magnus Institute.

Somehow manages to be lighter and fluffier than most hanahaki fare, despite the setting. I’ve reread this one a lot.

the least he could do by Prim_the_Amazing

Martin should in fact not pick this man, specifically because of how attracted he is to him. It would be the responsible thing to do. Except he’s already following him. And he’s hungry.

Fluffy vampire au which everyone’s probably already read, but was too good not to mention.

rather interesting by bee_bro

Jonah Magnus realizes that, for some reason, when he comes in contact with weed, Elias Bouchard's consciousness will come into his life banging pots and pans.

Oh boy. So these are all favourite fics but this one is a favourite amongst favourites. The way Jonah is characterised (i.e. incredibly sensitive to scrutiny) is my favourite depiction of him, and the slow-burn between him and Elias is far sweeter than it has any right to be. Also, it’s hilarious.

The Magnus Records series by ErinsWorks

In a world parallel to that of the Archives and the Institute, a supernatural sanctuary stands against a cruel and uncaring world: A world of bureaucracy and tyranny, of murder and carnage, of loneliness and surveillence, of plague and death. But in this world of fear and misery, 14 entities born of the hopes of the world have emerged. And one of them has made their home here, at The Magnus Sanctuary. Perhaps, the employees within may lead happier lives than their counterparts did in the Archives.

This is just so goddamn pure. The author writes a really imaginative, fleshed-out alternate world and alternate Entities with engaging, well-written short statements. All of the character voices are absolutely on point, and it’s overall absurdly hopeful without ever feeling overly saccharine. I love this series so much, you guys, you don’t even know. I want to print it out and paste it on my wall. I love it.

HARD APOCALYPSE

for when you want to feel dark and angsty (and eldritch)

Most of these are shorts/oneshots because it’s just that kind of genre, y’know?

Ashes to Ashes by marrowbones

A conversation at the end of the world.

Oliver Banks is one of those minor characters that I am overly attached to. Love him here.

Employee Benefits by equals_eleven_thirds

The Magnus Institute offered some normal employee benefits: a pension plan, holidays, travel subsidies, free lunch on the last Friday of each month. Rosie makes it work.

This manages to hit that perfect sweet spot of satisfying and hilarious. Rosie gets to torment Elias, as she well deserves.

a rose by any other name by Duck_Life

Part of Jon blooms in Jared Hopworth’s garden.

This one was sad and honestly too gentle to really belong in this category, but I love it.

Eye to Eye by Dribbledscribbles

In which Jonah Magnus attempts a post-apocalyptic pep talk.

Unreliable narrator at its finest, and the implications are suitably horrific.

commensalis by doomcountry

The tower is endlessly, impossibly tall, but Jon’s work is taller.

If you’re here for the eldritch imagery, then this has some of the best.

SOFT APOCALYPSE

for when you want to feel gently triumphant

apocalypse how series by sunshine_states

Humanity adjusts. The Entities have Regrets.

Some nice vignettes set in a kinder apocalypse.

ceylon series by Sciosa

The one in which Jonathan Sims decides that no, actually, he isn't going to let the world just end.

I include this only for the sake on completeness, as everyone has no doubt already read it.

rituals by doomcountry

Martin is the first person to knock on the Archivist's door since it arrived, fully, into its little waiting temple. The Archivist saw him coming from down the hall, but decides to feign interest when the knob turns, and Martin—still a little bit smaller, a little more translucent than before—stands uncertainly just outside the room.

This one’s a little less focused on the world at large and more on JonMartin specifically.

we raise it up by savrenim

Jonathan Sims reads a book and saves the world; although maybe the real salvation is the friends he makes along the way; (although perhaps the world itself and the darkness that exists behind it isn't quite as out to get everyone as it seems).

More ‘soft revolution’ than ‘soft apocalypse’, but has the same vibe. A time travel fix-it. Incomplete but worth it if this is a mood that appeals to you.

Scarred Ground by DictionaryWrites

“You see," Elias said softly, "people always have this idea that only living things can be scarred - and they're right, of course. But a building is a living thing, Martin. And the ground can be scarred, too." "I don't have any scars," Martin said. "Yes, you do," Elias said. "You just need the right light to see them.”

Falls somewhere between ‘Apocalypse’ and ‘Soft Apocalyse’ but I’m putting it here because I feel like it. Also technically a LonelyEyes fic. I found it hard to follow at first but it’s worth sticking with; things will eventually begin to make sense and come together.

LONELYEYES

for when you want to feel lonelyeyes

marrying anguish with one last wish by procrastinatingbookworm

In which Elias isn't Orpheus, and Peter isn't Eurydice, but Elias brings Peter home anyway.

Lives in my head rent free forever. My favourite lonelyeyes fic.

ouroboros by Wildehack

“You know,” Jonah says, a muscle in his calf quivering agreeably where it’s slung over Mordechai’s shoulder, “it’s really quite--fortunate--that I don’t care for you at all.”

Oh, this one hurts in the best possible way. The endless cycle of their relationship, the way it comes full-circle... yeah, good. Actually, no, this one might be my favourite. It’s a tie.

Breaking all the Rules by Thedupshadove

Elias proposes a somewhat...unusual wager.

Soft lonelyeyes? In my recs? It’s more likely than you think. Short, sweet, and... sweet.

Threefold by Sprinkledeath

Peter Lukas breaks three rules.

I’m just a slut for mythology allusions I guess.

Luck Be A Lady Tonight by prodigy

In 2014, Elias Bouchard takes a rare trip outside of his comfort zone. Peter Lukas wastes a bunch of money. You'd be surprised how many things can go wrong for two beings of cosmic power.

I love the sense of the history of them you get while reading this.

love is just a word (the idea seems absurd) by kaneklutz

"Something's wrong. It's stopped hurting" An avatar of the Lonely and an avatar of the Beholding walk into a bar relationship. It was bound to blow up in their faces.

Short, sweet, painful. Excellent exploration of their priorities.

Victor by penguistifical

elias tries something with his powers that he hasn't attempted before

The one where Elias tries to raise the dead. Not incredibly LonelyEyes centric but that’s still the pairing.

Simon Says by penguistifical

“Peter asked me to drop by and have a word with you, and, so, here I am.” Simon chuckles at Elias’s disbelieving stare. “Well, he asked in his own way. He’s not a complicated man, you know. He either comes from your arms looking like a stroked cat that’s been given a dish of cream or looking like he’s been in that toy boat of his out in an unexpected storm. He was far angrier than normal, so I daresay you weren’t cream today.”

I mean personally I’d just go ahead and rec all of penguistifical’s LonelyEyes fics but this is a standout for me.

AROMANTIC AND ASPEC MOODS

for when you want to feel Seen

The Aro Archives series by WhyNotFly

These are all just really really good. From Aro!Peter to two different aro-spec versions of the Scottish Safehouse to a long and beautiful aro hanahaki fic, this series is uniformly wonderful. The two Scottish Safehouse ones (Torn Edges and Murky Water) are my comfort fics.

and now all fear gives way by j_quadrifons

Before he can think it through, he murmurs, "Is that what it feels like? Being in love?" Martin's hand stills in his hair and Jon's stomach drops.

This one just. Wow yeah this is how it be. Another absolute comfort fic of mine.

Sweet As Roses by Prim_the_Amazing

Jon takes Martin by the shoulders, leans up on the tips of his toes, and kisses him.

I’m going to be honest—I didn’t know where to put this one. But it ended up here because the real standout of this fic for me is the portrayal of Sasha, and especially her portrayal as an aro character. So I’m putting it here. Mind the content warnings with this one!

HUMOUR

for when you want to feel delight

The Torment of Sebastian Skinner by Urbenmyth

After the Eye's victory, the statement givers are trapped in their horror stories, living them over and over again. Naturally, this works out better for some then for others.

Premise? Delightful. Execution? Fantastic. I read this one to cheer myself up when I’m sad.

Unlucky by VolxdoSioda

Jon’s dice betray him

Short, sweet DnD au, and the reason I cannot get DM!Elias out of my head now.

Voracious by beetl

A bird hits the window. Jon experiences The Flesh's thrall.

“Dead Dove: Do Not Eat” but make it literal.

The Stupid Endings by Urbenmyth

There are a lot of very deeply thought out and creative AUs on this site. These aren't among them. These ones are how the story could have ended, if Jonny Sims was a dumbass.

These are just uniformly hilarious, I cannot recommend them highly enough.

PODCAST CROSSOVERS

for when you want to make one of those “if I had a nickel for every time...” posts

The Sabbatical by morelikeassassin

Nicholas Waters is in need of an all-knowing eldritch entity beyond the confines of human imagining to help with his latest ritual. He'll have to settle for Jonathan Sims, who happens to have nothing better to do.

Crossover with Archive 81 (s3, specifically). Both fun and bittersweet.

The City And Its Sorrows by cuttooth

“What makes you think your friend is in Eskew?” David asks. He feels he can risk the scrutiny of the city that far. “I read that this is a place people end up when they get lost,” says the man. “This is a place people end up,” David agrees./The Archivist comes to Eskew.

Contemplative piece, and I love the way it presents David’s relationship with Eskew, the way he finds it horrible and hates it and yet belongs to it, is almost proud in the way he shows to to Jon. Great little vignette of two people oppressed by eldritch powers, intersecting.

Hiatus by bibliocratic

My name is Jonathan Sims, and I am in Eskew. (Jon gets lost in a Spiral city. It is not as easy as escaping.)

This one is far more focused on Jon than David, and is honestly more Eskew-weird than Spiral-weird. In the best way. Told in Eskew episode style, and is very good.

Sweet Music by Shella688

Eskew has a music to it, if you know how to listen. The percussion beat of thousands of footsteps, the melody in the squealing of the trains overhead. Today, the music of Eskew comes in the form of nine musicians, playing outside my office. My name is David Ward, and I am in Eskew.

Not TMA, but since a lot of Mechs fans go here—this one’s a Mechs/Eskew crossover. Short and simple, mostly David Ward centric, just a little well-written one shot I had to mention because I enjoyed it but it doesn’t have much traffic. Nice portrayal of the Mechs from an outsider’s perspective, and how genuinely strange and frightening they’d come across (especially if you’re already being haunted by and eldritch city). If you like Eskew-style storytelling, check it out!

NOT TMA

...but good enough that I physically cannot make a recs list without including them. Here!

#tma #the magnus archives #fic recs #long post #i'm not kidding you guys it's long #so be warned before you click read more #pinned on my blog

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byeoltoyuki · 5 years

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Heart like yours ⇾ JHS

↳Pairing : You x Hoseok

Genre : Fluff / Extra fluff?

Words: +5k

Summary : First your favorite book. Then, your favorite flowers. No doubt you had a secrete admirer. Now, you couldn’t help but wonder who was behind all those lovely presents. And maybe, you hoped that Hoseok was the one behind it.

A/N: Thank you my sweet cutie pie @virgin-snow for another moodboard, you know how much I loved it! And it’s absolutely your fault that the supposed 2 pages long story turned into something else. (I still love you tho).

*****

There was something about spring that made you feel extremely dreamy, lively, peaceful and so at ease with your mind. And at the same time, spring brought an eerie atmosphere to the world. Birds were back, singing their songs every morning. Flowers were slowly showing themselves while trees came back to life. The park nearby your college was not an exception. It gave you inspiration and you felt the itch in your fingers to draw.

And it was exactly what you did every Wednesday afternoon for the past month. You would sit under a cherry blossom tree, your sketchbook and pencil on your laps. The view was astonishing with flowers blooming all around the place, the gentle breeze spread the petals of cherry blossom all around the place looking almost as if it was fairy dust. You put on some slow music on your phone and then you just let your hand move on its own, letting your surroundings guide you. You were completely immersed in the drawing, pouring your feelings on the paper, you forgot everything including the fact that you were supposed to go back to class.

"There you are." A very familiar voice called from beside you and then, the next thing you knew someone plopped just next to you. "I knew you'd be here."

Of course Hoseok would know where to find you. He always did. You rolled your eyes at him as he disturbed your peaceful drawing cession. He knew it would upset you but he also knew that you would forgive him anyway -especially if he showed you his beautiful smile. You could never stay mad at Hoseok.

"Oh come on! Don't glare at me like that, Y/N!" Hoseok complained, whining like a child before poking your cheek playfully and earning a light groan from you.

"Stop that." You tried to dodge his attack but Hoseok was faster and wrapped an arm around yours, forcing you to stay close so he could keep poking you soft cheek.

"Hobi!" You whined in despair which only made him laugh louder.

"Aren't you like supposed to be in your art class in" Hoseok started saying and then checked his watch, "Fifteen minutes?"

Your eyes widened in shock, you hastily grabbed his wrist to check the time for yourself and when you realized that he was right and not simply messing with you, you panicked and let a low 'shit' escape your lips. Hoseok chuckled at your reaction, absolutely not surprised by how you forgot all about your classes despite art class being your favorite.

You threw everything back in your bag without caring much if it turned into a mess in your bag. Despite the park being close to the campus you had little to not enough time at all to arrive on time. You cursed under your breath for being so clumsy and pretty much unlucky. You should have known better since it happened all the time but you never learn - and nobody blamed you anyway.

Hoseok stretched his hand for you to grab and help you to get up from the ground. He gave you one of his most beautiful smile and if you weren't in such rush you would have probably melted right on the spot, instead you simply grabbed his hand. "Thanks."

"What would you do without me huh?" He joked, his grip on your hand suddenly tightening.

"Not much. Probably." You agreed without hesitation because it was the truth. Hoseok was always there for you, reminding you that you had classes, bringing smile on your face and you could actually go on about all the things he did for you. You simply smiled in return, gave his hand a gentle squeeze before finally letting go. "See you later, Hobi!"

But just before you could run away he shouted a 'don't run! You're going to fall!!' And he was right because shortly after he said that you tripped but caught yourself on time.

You were just too clumsy.

*****

By some kind of miracle or a help of some deity, you managed to get to your art class right before your teacher. You sighed in relief and dropped right onto your chair, wiping some sweat from your face before something caught finally your attention. Right before you laid a book you were all too familiar since you kept borrowing it from the library -instead of buying your own version. You stared at the book for another good five minutes, your brain had long stopped functioning to the point that you hadn't noticed that your teacher started talking about a new project. At least until your friend shoved you playfully.

"You've been staring at the book for like five minutes, Y/N. It's almost creepy." Your friend commented but with a playful smile. "Did you borrow the book again and forgot it last time in class?"

"No."

"Oh? That's weird."

You nodded few times completely agreeing. Hesitantly, you took the book in your hands, brushing the soft cover with your thumb before finally opening the first page; a small note fell from it.

"I know how much you love A walk to remember. Why is it that you like sad stories hm? Now at you least you can stop borrowing it and just have this one with you."

Your eyes darted back and forth between the book and Soomin, wondering if it was some kind of joke, after all they did make fun of you for always borrowing this book instead of actually buying it for good.

"Is it from you, Soomin?" You finally asked

"Huh?" She asked confused before leaning closer and seeing the note. "Nope. I'm broke if you remember."

"Right." You actually rolled your eyes at her excuse that was only half valid but you let it go. Soomin had absolutely no reason to give you a present without clearly writing her name on the paper which made you only question further of who was behind this present. "Guess I'll find out another time."

But 'another time' never came up. No matter how much you thought about it or asked your closed friends about the book, none had an explanation. After two days of thinking, you decided to just give up, thanking whoever was behind this present for the attention. Yes, it was a little disturbing how well the person knew you but it was still a nice surprise.

Except it didn't really stop with the book.

The next surprise came barely two days later when once again you joined your art class right after lunch. A bouquet of pink roses laid on your usual sit with another small note stuck around the bouquet. You glanced all around the place, almost wanting someone else to be inside the class and tell you that it was for them - except you were alone and were pretty sure it was for you.

"I wondered for a moment which roses I should get you. I know you like them but it was still hard to chose! You like pink, right? So I hope you enjoy these."

And just like the previous time, it was printed instead of handwritten which made your investigation only harder. It was nice, you couldn't deny it. You felt your heart swell with fondness as you took sit and grabbed the bouquet of flowers. The pink roses were freshly mixed with some white daisies. The bouquet was absolutely lovely and you couldn't stop yourself from bringing the bouquet closer to your nose -stop yourself from putting your face right into the bouquet just so you could smell the nice scent of flowers.

"Thank you." You said to no-one in particular. It didn't matter that nobody was here to witness your gratitude or the soft smile that painted your face while you looked at the bouquet.

*****

"Have you guys heard that our little Y/N over here has a secrete admirer? Not like I can blame him, she's absolutely adorable and lovable." Soomin brought all the attention on you. Here you thought you would have a peaceful movie night at Jimin's place -like almost every Sunday night, but Soomin had other plans for you.

You hated how all the attention had shifted on you. Soomin exchanged a rather knowing look with Jimin -without a doubt he knew something too, and you didn't like it. You loved your friends. Really. But sometimes they could be too annoying for your liking -which was probably why you loved them in the first place but you couldn't possibly admit it out loud, not now, not ever.

"As in a guy is crushing on her but is too shy to confess openly?" Jimin wiggled his brows playfully at you but looked back at Soomin. "I'd be shy to confess too. Y/N looks like she'd eat a guy alive."

"She's going to eat you alive, yeah." Soomin chuckled and pointed at you.

Soomin was right. You could bear the teasing whenever it came from Soomin or Hoseok but whenever Jimin teased you, you would slowly lose your calm demeanor. Just like right now. You were openly staring at Jimin. Or more like shooting daggers.

"I'm not lying though! Y/N looks either sleepy or angry whenever she's alone so of course a guy would be scared to approach her!" Jimin tried to defend himself

"Well those guys are cowards!"

"Hey! I'd be scared too!" Then he glanced at you. "No offense."

You were very tempted to say 'none taken' because you never took Jimin seriously, but that would only push him to tease you more, so instead you grabbed a pillow and without mercy started hitting him hard right on the face, making him squeal. His arms flew right before his face to prevent your hits from hurting him any further but it was of no use. Maybe you looked frail and innocent but sometimes your strength became inhuman and Jimin had to face your wrath.

"Have mercy!" He begged while Soomin and Hoseok couldn't help but laugh at the childish fight that happened too often anyway just because Jimin knew how to rile you up. "Soomin! Stop laughing and help me!"

"Oh no babe. You deserved that one."

Hoseok was the one who took pity on him and decided to put a stop to the fight by wrapping both of his arms around your waist and pulling you back against him. Maybe if you weren't so into the fight you would have realized what Hoseok did, but instead you tried to free yourself so you could launch yourself back on Jimin.

"See! You're scary!" Jimin cried out and jumped from the couch to put some good distance between you two.

"You're such a baby!" Soomin joked

"You're terrible, Jimin." You complained and finally let go.

You flopped down on the couch only to realize that your back was not pressed against a soft back of the couch but against a rather toned chest and only then you noticed the pair of strong arms wrapped around you. Your whole body froze and you became awfully aware of how warm Hoseok felt against you or of how gently he held you against him, absolutely unbothered. You didn't realize you were holding your breath until you heard how hard your heart pounded and it made you only even more self-conscious. What if he could hear the frenetic beating of your heart too? It was too embarrassing so you didn't dare to move.

Hoseok made things easier for you. Once he was sure that you were not going to bounce back at Jimin, he slowly let go of you and sat back comfortably on the couch.

"I think it's cute." Soomin ignored Jimin's complaining about how badly you had hurt him and how badly he needed her attention and looked at you. "Whoever is crushing on you must be a romantic. The book? Your favorite flowers? He knows you well enough."

"Wouldn't that mean that it's someone close to her though?" Jimin dared to say before carefully getting back on the couch but still putting some distance between you two. Just in case. "It's not me I swear!"

"I'd be the one doing the beating if it was you." Soomin glared at him and it was enough for Jimin to sheepishly smile at her and wrap his arms around her body, nudging her cheek with his nose. "Yeah, yeah, be the cute guy now."

"I know I am." Jimin proudly said before shifting his attention back on you. "So. What are you going to do if this guys gathers the courage to confess? I'm genuinely curious."

"Shouldn't it depend on who's the guy?" Soomin said before you could even think about any logical answer.

You couldn't believe this conversation was still going on when all you wanted was to go back to the so called movie night. You didn't want think any further about the secret admirer -probably because of Hoseok's presence and that maybe you have been harboring a little crush on him.

"I swear to god, Jimin, you're so annoying. Soomin, why do you date this dumbass?" You cried in frustration which only made Jimin even more proud of himself as he smirked at you.

Annoyed and desperate, you pulled the blanket high enough to hide your face and muffle your groan. Please someone, save me. This situation was getting too embarrassing for you.

Hoseok chuckled at your lame attempt to hide from the world and from your friends. It wasn't the first time that he witnessed such fight and with you ending up even more embarrassed. He found it adorable how your cheeks would flare up. How you would try to look threatening with your brows furrowed. He circled his arm around your shoulders this time and pulled you closer against him, making sure you were comfortably settled against him before he patted your head gently.

"Well, aren't you cute?" Jimin cooed at you two

"What? You want a hug too? Come here!" Hoseok only laughed and made some kissy face knowing all too well that it would make Jimin stop from bothering you.

"Ew, hell no."

*****

Despite the movie night, when the morning came, you couldn't stop the sick feeling creeping inside you. Your mind was completely consumed by your art project that was due to today and even if you had finished it three days ago, you were still not so sure about the result. At first, it seemed nice. Far from perfect but acceptable for your liking. Now? Now, you weren't so sure. It was rather well known that artists whoever they were, were harsh to their work and you were no exception. Now that you stared at the canvas you were far from satisfied with your work.

Your head started throbbing, your hands turning suddenly sweaty and you felt nauseous just at the thought of going to class. Your mouth went dry as you contemplate your work. No, it wouldn't do. You couldn't bring this to your art class. You knew you could do better and you wanted it to show to everybody but sadly for you, you had no time left to start over.

"Shit."

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. You were overthinking again. You were being harsh towards yourself once again. You knew all of that and yet it was still hard to comfort yourself and think about something good.

You can do it.

And it seemed that you weren't the only one thinking that.

The moment you opened your door, ready to leave, you managed to stop yourself on time from stepping right into a small basket on the floor. There were chocolate, different kind of cookies and blueberry muffins, some fresh drink and of course a small note.

"This is sooooo unhealthy! But I know you love those. And I know you're stressed. Don't be. You underestimate yourself! I know you can do it. You will show them all how amazing and talented you are. When they'll see the result? I'm sure they will be completely bewildered! So take a breath? You'll be fine."

You choke on the note. You still of course had no clue about the identity of your secrete admirer but whoever it was you felt incredibly grateful for their words. It was encouraging and sweet and suddenly you didn't feel so down or disappointed. Your grip on the piece of paper only tightened as a small smile spread on your face.

"Fine. I definitely can do it."

And you did. You rocked the whole project, astonishing your teacher and your classmates. You had painted a landscape, nothing out of ordinary, nothing spectacular on the first glance -and especially for those who knew nothing about art, but those who knew couldn't ignore the details. They couldn't ignore your use of paints, your perfect use and mixing of colors giving to your painting an eerie vibe, turning the ordinary landscape into something more.

You left your classroom with a huge and proud smile on your face that only widened at the sight of Hoseok leaning against the wall as he waited for you with crossed arms. He, too, couldn't stop the smile spreading on his lips as he saw how happy you looked. There was no need of asking how it went, the answer was written all over your face.

But maybe you had underestimated your own joy and how more confident you felt because before Hoseok could even greet you, you jumped happily at him, circling your arms tightly around his waist as you yelled a 'I did it!'

You were so terribly lost in your own happiness that you hadn't noticed how Hoseok pulled you a little closer to him, one arm wrapped around you while his free hand ran through your hairs, gently brushing them. Maybe you would have noticed how fondly he was smiling at you and how his eyes were shining brightly.

"See? You had nothing to worry about." Hoseok looked down on you without stopping brushing your hair. You moved your head so you could look at him and see his beautiful face and only then you realized what you had done.

"Sorry!" You almost jumped away from him, too embarrassed and yet still incredibly happy. You felt your cheeks burning as you looked at him and gave him an apologetic smile. "I got carried away."

"I don't mind." Hoseok chuckled. "Want to grab a drink? I think you deserve one."

You couldn't say no.

To your biggest surprise your usually so crowded little café near your campus was almost empty which was definitely odd considering the fact that it was the middle of the afternoon and that most of students would just come here to study in a better atmosphere than the library -though in your opinion it was debatable. You nervously glanced back at Hoseok, almost expecting a some kind of explanation coming from him, except there was none. It seemed that for once students decided to spend their afternoon somewhere else and he looked pleased with this fact.

"Have a seat and I'll order. I guess you want your usual Mocha Coffee?" Hoseok asked despite knowing already your answer.

Maybe you were a little predictable. Or maybe he knew you too well. Either way you nodded your head, your cheeks rosy, you let him order while you spotted a nice table by the window. It was a habit, whenever you were at a café or restaurant you needed a table close enough to the window so from time to time you could observe the outside world.

You felt still high after the presentation of your canevas, butterflies erupting in your stomach as you thought back about your teacher's comments and your classmates enthusiasm. It had already made your day. But now that you were at a café with Hoseok, you felt delighted, ecstatic and the idea of spending some quality time alone with him made it only better.

"And here comes your Mocha." Hoseok put your drink on the table before sitting down.

"Thank you." You cursed yourself for stuttering. You shouldn't feel so damn nervous around him, after all you have been friends long enough but it was Hoseok and your little crush for him made things a tiny bit more difficult. But before you could think of something else to say, a song stopped you right in your track.

It was, obviously, normal for the café to play many hot trends, except instead of playing a recent hit, it was an old song that started playing. A song that had a particularly strong effect on you. Dripping tears by Son Dam Bi. You hadn't heard this song for a while but the moment you heard the first notes of the song, you recognized it straight away. You jerked in your seat, surprised at first and then you looked with curiosity at the waitress who only smiled in return.

The mix of the song and her smile made your heart pounding crazily in your chest.

*****

"Hey Soomin." You moved in her bed so you were laying on your side, head pressed in the palm of your hand, you watched her getting ready for her date with Jimin. You didn't really understand why Soomin so stubbornly insisted on needing your help and opinion, especially when Jimin loved her in whatever she decided to wear anyway. "I was wondering about the secret admirer."

"What about him?" She looked at you through the mirror as she was trying her fifth outfit of the afternoon.

Your confidence slowly wavered as you caught Soomin's knowing look, she grinned widely and for a moment you wondered if she already knew what you were about to ask. You straightened up on the bed and scowled at her with crossed arms.

"Maybe it's Namjoon." Soomin, this time, turned around to face you properly. "He has been awfully nice to you."

"He's nice to everyone." You protested

But Soomin had a point. Yes, Namjoon was incredibly friendly with almost the whole campus -not many could resist his dimples and his brain, but it was also true that he had been paying you a little more attention lately. But no matter how handsome and nice he was, you weren't thinking about him at all.

You grabbed a pillow and pressed it tightly against your chest, your legs crossed, you pouted. "Fine. It can be him."

"I know right? He has been giving you the puppy eyes for the past two weeks." Soomin seemed to have completely forgotten about her date and how she was supposed to get ready. "But you wanted to say something else, right?"

You bit your inner cheek, not so sure about your question. Soomin, on the other hand, smiled and squatted down before you, grabbing gently both of your hands.

"Come on. Tell me your thoughts. You know I'm just messing with you."

You knew she did.

"Do you think it can be Hobi?" Your cheeks flare up at your admission. There was no going back.

"Oh."

Soomin gave your hands a comforting squeeze.

"Do you think it's him or do you want it to be him?"

*****

There were days you wished you could just stay home, tucked in your bed with some shitty TV shows and definitely tons of absolutely unhealthy snacks just so you could forget all about the outside world. You wanted to loath in self-pity, far from your friends' eyes. Sadly, when those bad days came you had to spend them in class, surrounded by people you didn't want to see. Knowing all too well that nothing good would come out of this day.

Today happened to be worse than ever.

You started your day by not waking up before 10 a.m, no matter how hard your alarm rang or how many times Soomin called, you heard none of it. It resulted in you missing your first class which wasn't that bad. Except it didn't stop there.

Not only you arrived late in your next class but it had also completely slipped out of your mind that you had a test. That you obviously failed.

You thought it stopped there? It didn't.

After you had left your class, dejected, you barely managed to get out of the main building that the strap of your bag broke which resulted in your bag falling on the ground, some of your stuffs rolling of your bag. If from outside your face was blank as you stared at your bag on the floor, from inside you were screaming in frustration and despair.

When lunch came, you tried as hard as possible to get away from people just to avoid any possible chaos and danger for yourself. It worked for about ten minutes. You were so desperate to get back home while holding your bag in your arms that you forgot to pay attention on your surrounding which resulted in you bumping a guy who ended up spilling all of his coffee on your shirt.

"Shit! I'm sorry!" The guy apologized immediately. "Are you ok?"

You were not ok. It was the last straw, your sanity had left you for good.

"It's fine." You managed to say despite your voice being awfully low and shaky.

You were far from being fine but you needed to get out of there as far as possible before you would start crying in the middle of the campus. You gave the guy a reassuring smile before going your way. You had only one thing on your mind: the need to get home. For once you didn't care about classes, you didn't care if you had forgotten about any other tests -you would fail anyway, going home was the only acceptable option.

Desperate to get out of this place as soon as possible, you didn't notice how you passed by Hoseok without noticing him or how you didn't notice the huge rock on the ground. At least until your feet hit it and you stumbled. A silent scream escaped your mouth, you pictured already your totally ungraceful fall, except it never came thanks to a hand that grabbed your arm, tightly, before pulling you right into someone's arms. Despite your numb mind, you still managed to recognize Hoseok's scent that surrounded you.

"Careful pumpkin." He whispered, one hand still holding your arm while the other ran through your hair, soothing you as best as he could.

His presence should have brought a smile on your face or at least appeased you, but you were far too gone and before you could even start thinking about what to say, the first tears started rolling down your cheeks. There was no way you could hold back any longer so you let it go.

"Rough day huh?" Hoseok could count on the fingers of one hand how many times he witnessed your breakdown. You would never show it to people, too proud, too shy to bother others but he was glad that for once it happened in his presence so he could make you feel better. "It's gonna be ok, pumpkin." He wrapped his arms around your frail body, pulling you even closer to him, his head rested on top of yours as he rocked you gently, humming a melody. "It's just a bad day. You'll be fine. I'm here."

*****

Two whole weeks passed in a blink of an eye. Two weeks of pure torture which came in form of exams, endless projects presentations and many sleepless night. Two weeks without any news of your secret admirer. At first it didn't bother you that much, your mind was busy with the exams as well, but then, when you took a little break your mind wandered and you couldn't help but feel disappointed. No matter what you had told Soomin, you really hoped for the secret admirer to be Hoseok. Except he didn't give you any signs of being the one.

With a long and tired sigh, you rolled in your bed, pushing the books you had been studying for another exam. Two more days and you would finally be free. Two more days before you could forget about everything and sleep.

⎪Hobi

[8:30pm]

Are you still alive?

⎪Hobi

[8:30pm]

Because I'm sure as hell ready to die :( those exams are teeeerrrible

⎪You

[8:31pm]

I think my soul is about to leave my body.

⎪Hobi

[8:31pm]

That bad huh.

⎪Hobi

[8:32pm]

Then, what are your plans for after the exams?

⎪You

[8:32pm]

Sleep.

⎪Hobi

[8:32pm]

All the time?

⎪You

[8:33pm]

Yeah. I have 2 weeks of sleep to catch on.

⎪Hobi

[8:33pm]

Aww, poor pumpkin

⎪You

[8:33pm]

Yes, poor me :(

⎪Hobi

[8:34pm]

Then, does it mean, you won't want to see me? :(

⎪You

[8:34pm]

????

⎪Hobi

[8:35pm]

I wanted to ask you for a date.

You choked at his last message. For a second you wondered if it was someone else messaging you and not Hoseok but after a quick check, there was no doubt that those messages were from Hoseok.

⎪You

[8:40pm]

I would never say no to you Hobi. So when?

Two hours later and you still had no reply from Hoseok. It bothered you and it worried you. Was he busy? Did he forget to answer? Maybe he was just joking around? So many questions were running through your pretty head that none were answered in the end.

At least till two days later.

It was the final day, the day of liberation, of pure freedom. A day that your secret admirer had a comeback by leaving a pink envelope on your table. The moment you spotted it from the entrance, your whole body froze. Unable to breath, unable to move, unable to think, your mind was completely numb until someone pushed you lightly out of their way, making you stumble.

"Sorry." But you barely heard the apology as your eyes was glued to the baby pink envelope.

As you got to your place and with shaky hand you took the envelope. Inside there was a golden ticket for an amusement park. And just like many times a small note came with it, except this time it was handwritten. And handwriting that you were all too well familiar.

"Let's have this date tomorrow?"

Your heart missed a beat as the realization dwell on you.

No, it was not a coincidence.

No, it was not some kind of tricky game that your brain played on you.

Hoseok was the romantic, caring, secret admirer.

⎪You

[8:55am]

I'm more than ready for this date.

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lysung · 5 years

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Wabi-sabi (part 1)

Genre: angst, fluff (in the upcoming chapters :))

Pairing: Minsung (Jisung + Minho)

Words: 2,750

Summary: Wabi-sabi means imperfect or incomplete beauty. This is a central concept in Japanese aesthetics, which comes from Buddhist teachings on the transient nature of life. A pot with uneven edges is more beautiful than a perfectly smooth one, because it reminds us that life is not perfect.

Han Jisung and Lee Minho are two average high schoolers who have differences in common; two of them are being from the other high schoolers are being a part from the LGBT community and too thoughtful in an unhealthy way, besides many other things society would see as "flaws". After accidentally knowing each other through Twitter, they eventually became best friends but both of them still had colorless and monotone lives outside internet, until that, someday, one of them is about to get beaten up for being LGBT and the other one defends a random guy from getting beaten up by one of his best friends.

Warnings: bullying, homophobia, depressive thoughts

A/N: hello! i'm alexis and this is my first au :) i know this blog is supposed to be a fluff imagines blog, but i've been feeling like writing some ansgt lately. i hope y'all don't mind it ^^ i've worked hard on this since it's my arts homework as well, so i didn't have all the time to write this, but i did write it on my pace and, honestly, im still a bit unconfident about this one. if this gets a great reaction, i will definitely continue this asap ❤️ i hope you enjoy and please leave a heart and/or reblog, it would help me a lot and make my day 💕

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Legend says that, as soon as you’re born, you get a red string tied to your finger, connecting you to someone you’re destined to meet, regardless of time, place or circumstance. The string may stretch or tangle but it will never break.

Han Jisung always found the Universe majestic but crazy at the same time. Isn’t it weird how everything happen as it wills? Or, maybe, would it be They? Who is in control of the universe, if there’s someone with such power? Would they be God? But who is God, actually? Is there someone above God? — This kind of thought dominated the teenager’s mind every once in a while and, when it did, it would always keep him up at night. The thought of living his own life but, actually, being controlled by a divine existence, would scare him sometimes.

But, the thing is: the Universe, be it "it" or "they", never did anything out of the blue. Everything happens for a reason; whether if we trip or fall, cry out of pain or laughter, fake or genuinely smile, nothing happens “just because”. And we live to grow up as individuals and learn each and every lesson “it” has to teach us, even the small and silly ones.

Laid down on his bed, Jisung, who strongly believed in such legends, turned off his phone and stared at his dark-ish room’s ceiling, slightly bright thanks to the street lights outside.

These thoughts were, once again, haunting him. All he could do was wonder 3 things: What is he supposed to learn? Why? And, specially, who is going to help him?

These thoughts were soon replaced by self depreciative ones as soon as he looked through the window and noticed the sun rising. He would soon have to be up to get ready for another monotone day of school. He turned around, his back facing the windows, closed his eyes and, one more time, tried to fall asleep. But, as time passed, his thoughts wouldn’t go away; neither his usual philosophical thoughts or the self depreciative ones. There were hundreds of voices screaming in his head – some were calling him, some sounded mad, you would be afraid if you could hear them too. And when he least expected, his alarm ranged, meaning not only it was time for him to get ready for school, but also that he lost another fight to his strong mind.

Later that morning, during class change, he noticed 3 of his seniors in the other side of the corridor. Changbin, Hyunjin and Felix were staring at him and laughing out loud; he tried to ignore them and got his material for Math class. Walking to his classroom carefully, trying his best to avoid them, but they eventually came to him and Changbin pinned him to the nearest locker.

"Where are you trying to go, you shameless fag?" Changbin, their "leader", said to his face in provocation.

"Leave me alone, Changbin. Mind your own busin-" The younger tried to say and break free from his strong grip, but failed and was cutted out by Changbin.

"What are you gonna do? Are you gonna run away? Huh?" The oldest said, the provocation never leaving his tone.

Jisung was speechless. The small anxious boy didn't know what to do — should he fight back? Say something mean to them? Run away? He was totally alone and lost; there was nothing he could do.

"What is going on in here?" A high-pitched voice echoed through the, now, empty corridor, and, right next to them was the school's principal, looking pissed off as usual.

"Oh, nothing, Mrs. Kang! I was just... just... asking him how he'll go back home after school, so that I would know if I should take him home or not, hehe! I love this guy, Mrs. Kang. You have no idea how much I lo-"

"Detention. The 4 of you. And, Mr Seo, I'll let you go this time but, if you ever try to lie to me again, it's detention for a whole week. No buts." Mrs. Kang said and left, cutting Changbin's excuse off and getting a sigh from each of them in response.

"Listen up." To turn back to Jisung was the first thing Changbin did as soon as Mrs. Kang left. "I will get you and teach you how to behave like a real man, annoying faggot. Wait for it." Changbin threatened again, looking deep in Jisung's eyes and left. He watched their figures get smaller as they walked through the long corridor, fear and regret as evident in his eyes than never. Changbin had something in his eyes that made Jisung even more confused and lost.

As soon as the group had finally disappeared, Jisung bursted to the school's restroom without looking back, not being able to hold back the tears. Poor boy wouldn't make it to Math today and he was very aware of it.

This was just a tiny bit of Jisung's daily life, but it always shattered his heart in a billion pieces. He wondered, how can people be this heartless? Why are people like this to people like him, who were just born "different"? What's so wrong in being different? In being yourself? In loving someone, not minding their gender identity? What did Jisung do to deserve to live in such a inhumane society?

What did people like him did for the universe to punish them like this? What did they do to deserve such pain?

Jisung eventually lost his hope on society and hated his mind even more for being so cruel to him. All these voices calling him out, calling him names and saying stupid things would never shut up. How great would it be if he had somewhere to scream freely, without fearing to be heard...

As he walked through a dark path in life, it only seemed to get darker. He tried his best to run away, but something was stronger than him, pulling him further into the endless darkness, regardless of how much he fighted back, until he couldn't fight anymore. That's when he gave up.

After two hours spent locked in the bathroom, including some time to calm down a little bit and reduce the swelling in his eyes at least a little bit, he finally left the restroom and safely got his stuff and went to his classroom, lowering his head to hide his swollen eyes.

And this is how Jisung spent the rest of his time at school: hiding himself from everyone, specially his eyes. No one should see his eyes, or else he would be bombarded with questions and feel even worse with people pretenting to be concerned.

When he was finally back home, his safe place, the first things he's done was locking himself in his room and throwing himself on his bed. It was a way too long day for Jisung and all he wanted was to sleep forever.

Hence he couldn't sleep, he unlocked his phone and tried to look for a calm and soothing song to sleep when he received a message from one of his favorite people ever: Lee Minho, a friend he knew through Twitter. They were like best friends; sending memes, using matching icons, tagging each other in random "love yourself" tweets and even writing sweet things to the other, just to remind them that they are loved and appreciated. It was the kind of friendship people either envy or ship. They would never stop talking to each other and Jisung would never find the exact words that can express all his gratitute for having such an amazing person in his life.

"hey, how was school today? did those dumbasses disturb you again?" Minho asked him in the most "Minho" way as always. Jisung's heart always skipped a beat whenever he would receive a message from him - he's one of the few people who actually worry about him and he loved this feeling.

"it actually sucked as always, but there's not much I can do about it anyways. and yeah, they did, that's why :(" Jisung replied, trying hard not to remind of what happened earlier.

"wait right there bub, i'll brb i will get some tickets to go to your city and kick some asses to mars" Jisung smiled at his reply. Ever since they talked for the first time, Minho's personality amazed Jisung. They were completely opposites, and that was the fun part - their differences made everything perfect.

Minho was, unfortunately, the only person Jisung told about Changbin and his "crew". He just couldn't gather the courage to tell anyone but him, blind by scenarios of his family's possible reactions.

"you're so weird" "i love you so much" Jisung replied and smiled as wide as he could. This kind of reply between them would be pretty common. Now, the question is: is it really a joke or not? Did they mean it, or not? They never even thought about saying this, but it obviously made both of their hearts best crazily fast.

"now that's a lie because i love you more" and tons of heart emojis and memes were shared.

They were each other's happiness, home, a safe place. It was incredible how each message would melt both their hearts. Happiness was endless whenever they would talk. "If only universe could make us live near...", Jisung said to himself. He just wanted to hold tight this bright light that had been brightening up the path Jisung was going through.

"hey, I didn't go to school today so i kept on reading about random facts and found out about a japanese legend that says that two people who are destined to meet are connected by a string tied to their hands and i thought of you" "you said you really like legends like this, so i was wondering if you knew about this one..." Jisung's cheeks began to hurt for smiling for so long. Minho makes him feel so loved, which is a feeling he's still not used to, but he wish he could feel all this in person.

"you're so adorable :( and yes i do know this one, it's one of my favorites!" "i wonder who's on the other side of my string..."

"if you're not gonna be on the other side of my red string then what's the point."

"i love you. i wish i could say this in person."

"i love you too bub and that's fine. some day this will happen, okay? we can and will make it happen. promise?"

"promise."

(...)

It was time for another monotone day at school. He would always know what was going to happen because it's been like this for a while now: he goes to school, sleeps in class, is bullyied, sometimes sleeps a bit longer and then, go back home. It's like he's stuck in a viscious loop - in the end of the day, he would always come back home with a sad expression in his face but he couldn't change this.

At school, waiting for biology class to begin, Jisung decides to try talking to someone. If he wants to stop avoiding people, he should be able to have short conversations with anyone. While talking to this girl who sits beside him about a test they would have later that day, a group of boys sat next to him and started to talk in a much higher tone. Jisung couldn't see their faces before they sat, but it was, surely, Changbin as his crew. Soon they started "talking" about gays and how they are ridiculous. Nice. What a beautiful place with sympathetic people, yay. Poor boy could barely focus in class because of all the noise they were making.

As his class ended and he was about to get his materials for his upcoming biology class, the same group of boys pinned Jisung just like the day before. He was shaking; it was happening one more time and he still didn't know what to do. Shaking under his breath, he didn't say or do anything. He wouldn't dare.

"Hello fairy, we're back." This was enough for Jisung to want to disappear. No, not these feelings again...

"H-hey... b-b-back for w-what?" Jisung asked, stuttering, in deep hopes it wasn't about what he thought.

"I told you we we would teach you how to be a real man, didn't I? And we'll do it now. You'll thank us later when you finally understand what being normal is." Changbin said, clearly trying to scare Jisung even more but, unfortunately, he couldn't get anymore scared. He could barely move or speak. He definitely gave up when he saw Changbin's fist in the air, getting ready to punch him, but another yell from the other side was calling for Changbin this time. His attention was divided between Jisung and the mysterious guy.

"What are you even trying to do?" The guy asked, trying to separate Jisung from them.

"N-no, it's not like that, I swear-"

"What is this supposed to be, then? I saw what I saw, and heard what I heard. So, you're gonna teach him how to 'act like a real man'? Because of what, he's gay?"

"Minho, what are you doing?" Changbin tried to reach him and grab his arms, just like how they would do when they were children, but, this time, Minho wasn't feeling like it. He completely understood what was going on and something must be done about it. He wasn't going to keep anything to himself in such moment, even if the one he's confronting is one of his best friends.

"First of all, he is a man. He's not 'less manly' than you, just because he like boys. Love is normal. Don't you even dare try to say it is not normal, or a sin, or whatever excuse you want to give." Minho kept on yelling and pushing Changbin and his other friends. It did hurt him inside, but he wouldn't stop. "You believe in God, right? Well, God wants you to respect His children as who they are. Also, stop acting as if 'gay cure' exist. You think beating a gay up will 'cure' him, huh? Well, this is not and will never be the right option, Changbin. He's done nothing wrong and there's nothing to be cured. You are the one who should learn to be a man. I thought you had finally understood me when we had that talk, maybe you really weren't paying attention at all, apparently. I can't with all this. You have absolutely 0 respect for people who aren't like you, and I won't stand this anymore. I can't do this. You will never change." At this point, there was a crowd watching Minho, their jaw dropped. He really thouched each of them deeply. Jisung could feel the pain and suffering in his voice. All he wanted to do was to hug him, if it means it would make Minho feel better, even if just for a while. He thought he is so brave for standing up for someone like Changbin because of a stupid dude he didn't even know. This is insane.

Maybe you can still have hope on this society, after all.

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wellhalesbells · 5 years

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I see you reblogging some comic stuff an I was wondering if you have a favorite comic or favorite character or ship?

this ask is from so long ago but [DEEP BREATH IN] i’m finally going to answer it, nonny. finally. i kept wanting to read a little bit farther in my comics stack because.... maybe i’ll like that and will regret not having recced it, i just hafta--get--to it, see? and, honestly, i’m still there BUT, come on, i’ll never be caught up because that would mean comics would just have to stop coming out and i would be sad forever if that happened, SO

i’m not even going to pretend like i can narrow this down to one comic. (one ship? sure, that’s spideypool. one character? sure, that’s the merc with a mouth, the regenerating degenerate, wade motherfucking wilson. but one comic?!) there is just straight-up too much out there to make a definitive ‘yes, this is it, this is THE ONE ™ ’ statement. instead, uh, let’s break this shit down, yeah? (super special secret bonus round, will note all lgbt+ rep and standalone comics.) in no particular order, here the frig it goes!

HORROR

infidel, by pornsak pichetshote and aaron campbell. in case you haven’t seen this on every 2018 best list ever, here it is. and, yeah, it was good. a muslim-american main character living in a haunted apartment building where the entities feed off the xenophobia of its occupants. if that’s not a fucking modern horror story i don’t know what is.

spread, by justin jordan and kyle strahm. THIS IS ONE OF MY NEW AND ALREADY ALL-TIME FAVORITES. what an awesomely weird and epic story. the spread is an uncontrollable, unstoppable monster-making force that humanity accidentally unleashed by digging too deep. it infects everything it touches and basically all of humanity is running from quarantine to quarantine just hoping for the best. and speaking of hope.... she’s a baby, rescued by no, and the only thing that’s ever been able to stop the spread. also, no’s gay? and i just DID NOT see that coming. it seems like it’s going to be such a formulaic, bro-y story about the action hero who kisses the face off his girl (her name’s molly and she’s batshit insane and amazing) and instead, nope, it is not that at all. lgbt+ main characters.

the black monday murders, by jonathan hickman and tomm coker. hate capitalism? think all the rich and powerful are evil, soul-sucking monsters? [obnoxious, low-budget commercial sound effects] MAN, HAVE I GOT THE SERIES FOR YOU.

the beauty, by jeremy haun and jason a. hurley. i just started this recently but so far, oh my good golly gosh, i looove it. a sexually transmitted disease that makes you conventionally gorgeous.... at least before it explodies you. [wide, creepy smile] the art is gorgeous, the characters are aces and i am very, very pleased so far. lgbt+ minor characters.

the great divide, by ben fisher and adam markiewicz. this? was a COOL idea. the execution stumbled a bit but, gosh, was it neat. it’s post-apocalyptic where touching another person will literally kill.... one of you. the survivor then absorbs the memories of the person who dies, taking on a ‘rider.’ some people collect them, some people go mad, some form a bond, all have the side effect of dyslexia. like i said, neat as all get out. lgbt+ minor-ish/main-ish character. standalone.

revival, by tim seely and mike norton. a rural town in wisconsin experiences ‘miracle day,’ where the dead rise again.... except, they were kinda already mourned and buried and this is really just fucking up the status quo.

the woods, by james tynion iv and michael dialynas. a high school gets picked up and plopped down in an entirely new, and wickedly hostile universe. it’s all survival and alliances and seeing what you’re really made of when it comes down to it. lgbt+ main characters.

clean room, by gail simone and jon davis-hunt. a cult, a journalist and a clean room walk into a bar...

anya’s ghost, by vera brosgol. you think it’ll be a cute story of a girl and her ghost. HA HA THAT IS NOT WHAT HAPPENS AT ALL, OKAY.

FANTASY

rumble, by john arcudi and james harren. SCARECROW WARRIOR GOD, SCARECROW WARRIOR GOD, SCARECROW WARRIOR GOD!!! okay, first off, the art in this? pushes every friggin’ button i’ve got, and many i did not know i had. second, this book is so fucking fun. it’s mythology that’s balls to the wall ridiculous, funny, and features a main character whose life motto is basically: ‘do i have to?’ infinitely relatable and then some.

heathen, by natasha alterici and rachel deering. UGH, ONE OF MY FAVORITES. the art is just horribly, horrendously gorgeous and it’s LESBIAN VIKING MYTHOLOGY, OKAY. OKAYYYY??? lgbt+ main characters.

the wicked + the divine, by kieron gillen and jamie mckelvie. one of my favorite ever series right here. it’s a hella cool concept (gods reincarnating as humans every twelve years, and burning up their hosts in two), whip-smart and if you’ve ever met a human being who likes a pun more than kieron gillen i defy you to produce them. lgbt+ main and minor characters.

batgirl, by gail simone and adrian sayaf and vicente cifuentes. you know how people rave about gail simone? there’s a reason people rave about gail simone. honestly, i’ve never had much interest in babs. i don’t tend to go for superheroes who don’t kill and i have even less interest in ‘the killing joke’ story line and i am convinced only gail simone could’ve done the recovery on that and she did a GLORIOUS job of it.

red hood and the outlaws, by scott lobdell and dexter soy. (ignoring recent - and annoying - developments), this is my favorite of all the rebirths dc did. scott lobdell is the only writer to have gotten the idea down of: okay, we’re starting over, i assume you don’t know anything but i also assume there are a bajillion people reading who know everything, and hit the perfect medium between those two things. so if you want to start a jason todd run, you legitimately can here, and get all the found family, badassery, batman-teasing enjoyment there is to be had.

iceman, by sina grace and robert gill (covers by kevin wada). classic super-heroing here and bobby’s first solo title. he’s figuring out coming out while fighting (and flirting) with baddies. sina really gets his humor and how truly wonder-awful it is! lgbt+ main character.

spider-man/deadpool, by joe kelly and ed mcguinness. watch those names there, those are your guys right there, period. they looked at the void of a spider-man/deadpool series and filled it with absolutely everything you could possibly want for the pair (sans a hardcore make-out sesh, though they did get a few variant covers with some puckered up lips in there!)

limbo, by dan watters and caspar wijngaard. a fusion of 80s aesthetics, voodoo elements and a noir tone. just some remarkably cool shit in this. the ending, for me, left something to be desired but it was more than worth it to see worship via mixtapes. standalone.

hawkeye: kate bishop, by kelly thompson and leonardo romero. kate bishop is, apparently???, a super impossible character for a lot of writers. kelly thompson is not one of them. kelly thompson is my favorite kate bishop writer, actually, and the fact that she is ever not writing her is a gd travesty.

the unbeatable squirrel girl, by ryan north and erica henderson. honestly, i’m so tempted to just stick this under ‘contemporary,’ because it really does just feel very... normal. doreen’s navigating college, new friendships, and y’know... the squirrely-ness. this had every opportunity to suck and instead it’s funny as heck, never takes itself too seriously, and is just pure good-hearted entertainment through and through.

wolf, by ales kot and matt taylor. a paranormal detective and the-possible-antichrist go on a road trip. people hated this comic and i don’t know how you can hate a comic that has a character called freddy chtonic who has tentacles for a mouth???

ms. marvel, by g. willow wilson and adrian alphona. hi, you read ms. marvel because the world is a garbage fire and people are terrible and your cynicism is at an all time high and then kamala khan waltzes in and reminds you people generally want to help each other and the world improves when we work together and that thing optimists feel? you’ll feel that for as long as you’ve got the pages open and that’s a magical thing. lgbt+ minor character.

monstress, by marjorie m. liu and sana takeda. psychic links with monsters, matriarchal societies, magic and witchery, half-human/half-animal (and other ratios) characters, all through a steampunk lens. what’s not to like about that??

inhuman, by charles soule. i love this series, i love the idea of being a total average joe/joanne, getting smacked in the face by a cloud of mist and suddenly having to figure out how to live basically a whole new life. also, if you don’t fall madly in love with dante pertuz, i don’t even know what to tell you, my dude.

heart in a box, by kelly thompson and meredith mcclaren. break-ups suck, but only because of that whole pesky broken heart thing, right? so emma gives hers away. problem solved, no? standalone.

i kill giants, by joe kelly and j.m. ken niimura. i didn’t cry my eyes out or anything. did not. standalone.

sex criminals, by matt fraction and chip zdarsky. having sex = stopping time, which leads suzie and jon to the only logical conclusion: let’s rob some banks!

hawkeye, by matt fraction and david aja. honestly there are a lot of other artist combos in this run but the only ones that are worthwhile are the ones that have fraction and aja’s names on them - sorry not sorry.

SCIENCE FICTION

black bolt, by saladin ahmed and christian ward. saladin revived this character one hundred million percent. there is absolutely a reason this was parading around all over ‘best’ lists when it was released. it really, really did the damn thing.

saga, by brian k. vaughan and fiona staples. this is the comic you recommend to people who don’t even like comics because it is that good. like, my dad - who hadn’t read a comic since he was a pre-teen, eagerly awaits each new trade. the world-building, the characters, the care put into every single solitary bit of all the things? unparalleled. lgbt+ minor characters.

frostbite, by joshua williamson and jason shawn alexander. a post-apocalyptic story that has humanity dying from a plague that literally freezes you from the inside out. very neat, very cold, very readable. standalone.

descender, by jeff lemire and dustin nguyen. this had a rough start, for me, with the main character of the first trade being tim-21, an android who is literally incapable of having the depth to be a lead BUT that does not last through to the next trade, thank god. lots of space and found family and world-building in this to be had! but you know how people rave about jeff lemire? there’s a reason people rave about jeff lemire.

paper girls, by brian k. vaughan and cliff chiang. the 80s and time travel and lifelong friendships. it’s brian k. vaughan, you know it’s good, okay? why do i even have to sell you here, man? lgbt+ main characters.

injection, by warren ellis and declan shalvey. this is another one on my list that started out a little rough but really appealed to me later on. there was just a lot to absorb in that first trade but, once you’ve got it, the ride gets way, way smoother. lgbt+ main and minor characters.

black science, by rick remender and matteo scalera. this was a rocky start, because the main character is such an asshole but in a way where he can’t see he’s an asshole, he’s just a tortured genius who’s superior to all of you, don’t you know? but i am so glad i persevered because if that’s the set up? the rest of the series is knocking him back down. super scientist grant mckay finds a way to access the eververse, every possible reality the universe has on offer, and that’s really what causes every single problem that follows. hard to cause the apocalypse and be an arrogant prick, ya know?

CONTEMPORARY

giant days, by john allison and lissa treiman. this series is so funny and smart and warm. these girls are so kind to each other and relatable and failing at adulting regularly and often and i love reading about them. lgbt+ main character.

lumberjanes, by noelle stevenson and grace ellis and brooke a. allen. this is funny and ridiculous and kind and cool and all other awesome adjectives and you should read it, fact. lgbt+ main characters.

my brother’s husband, by gengoroh tagame and anne ishii (translator). this is such a sweet story about acceptance and family tbh. lgbt+ main character.

fence, by c. s. pacat and johanna the mad. i mean... i need to see nicholas and seiji hook-up, i need that, stat. stat means now! lgbt+ main characters.

WEB/INDEPENDENT COMICS

long exposure, by kam heyward. so mitch and jonas are my absolute faves and i love them to death and the author is so kind in that they actually put this up in print on indyplanet so i can read it the way i, personally, love to read comics (and - bonus! - support them with the monies). lgbt+ main characters.

modern dread, by pat shand and ryan fassett (editors). i’ve been trying to find more better horror comics lately so i’ve been kind of half-heartedly stumbling through kickstarter on the hunt and this was SUCH a great find. it’s an anthology but more cleverly done than any other kickstarter anthology i’ve read, with a main story line that seamlessly strings together the would-be-disjointed ones. this was really thoughtfully put together and really well done! standalone.

heartstopper, by alice oseman. a very sweet story about two high school-aged boys becoming fast friends, playing rugby and falling in love. the two characters are mentioned as an aside in the author’s book, solitaire, and she became so invested in them that she wrote their backstory as a free webcomic. lgbt+ main characters.

the pale, by jay fabares. JUST started this (like, just a day or so ago) but i’m enjoying it so far!

hotblood!, by toril orlesky. i mean... is it a webcomic about a centaur falling in love with his boss? it just might be. did i get a bound edition through a kickstarter campaign? maybe. maybe i did that. who’s to say? lgbt+ main characters.

the bay, by bbz. life on mars through the lens of three young professionals who form an odd but lasting friendship. lgbt+ main characters.

hard drive, by artroan. is it a nsfw comic about a dude and a robot? .... it might be a nsfw comic about a dude and a robot. [coughs] lgbt+ main characters.

seen nothing yet, by tess stone. a nsfw comic about two amateur ghost hunters. can’t imagine why i might be interested in that [coughs] lgbt+ main characters.

captain imani and the cosmic chase, by lin darrow and alex assan. i mean did i want a starship captain who can’t help but lust after the smuggler he’s chasing. i mean, maybe i did. maybe. lgbt+ main characters.

taproot, by keezy young. ghost falls in love with boy, boy falls in love with ghost, AND THEY LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER. lgbt+ main characters.

always raining here, by bell and hazel. just two boys falling in lurve. lgbt+ main characters.

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1, 2, 17, honestly all of them if you’re up to it

1 - already answered

2. Do you have a personal favourite among your OCs?

L O R D T jupiter fuck man got damn id die for jupiter

3. Have you ever adopted a character or gotten a character from someone else?

i have adopted characters before, but ive never done anything with them, and i have received characters Back from people but besides that nah

4. A character you rarely talk about?

HI PLEASE I BEG OF YOU ASK ABOUT THE GODS PLE AS E IM DYING

5. If you could make only one of your OCs popular/known, who would it be?

fuck uh.. honestly if its only semi popular would i do this bc being Well Known would be nice, yeah, but.. it scares me? idk but uh probably leo or aero, theyre two boys i hold close to my heart

6. Two OCs of yours that look alike despite not being related?

:) eldur and leo kinda? idk i try not to make any of them look alike rip

7. Are your OCs part of any story or stories?

YES! theyre actually all part of one universe called cooking with demons! i have a whole game planned out for the man cast kinda? but all in all its all set within one universe, with multiple different stories occurring within it jhfdksg

8 - already answered

9. Would you ever be willing to give any of your OCs to someone else?

unless specfifically made for them upon request, no. ive already tried that once and it lead to me losing any and all control i had over my characters. At this moment, i only “share” a few ocs with my boyfriend @coffee-burglar and even then, its taken almost a year to even be able to do that

10. Introduce an OC with a complicated design?

uh, all of them are kinda complicated for me, but as of right now, that would go to leos full form. (if u want a ref hmu and ill post it, but it wont be my art)

11. Is there any OC of yours you could describe as a “sunshine”?

like a ray of sunshine? yeah! angel and stitch would fit perfectly for that!

12. Name an OC that isn’t yours but who you like a lot

@coffee-burglar their oc chrome n koh, or derek but thats bc im a hoe

13. Do you have any troublemaker OCs?

aero, jhor, innis, leo are all trouble makers to some degree, leo being the most trouble some

14. Introduce an OC with a tragic backstory

uhhhh fuck what counts as tragic?

i guess id have to say leo or jupiter mostly, but eldur fits too

15. Do you like to talk about your OCs with other people?

if youd let me i would yell about these fucks for hours on end, ive done it

16. Which one of your OCs would be the best at biology (school subject)?

the best but wouldnt enjoy it: Jupiterthe best and would absolutely enjoy it: colby

17. Any OC OTPs?

stitch/lavaaero/kohcolby/derek/inniswill/happiness aeyr/Eberictderek/Xhaztolleo/eldur

18. Any OC crackships?

jhfkdfsjghdfkjhgdkfjsgl i never talk abt it but will/aero is fucking A+

19. Introduce an OC that means a lot to you (and explain why)

ah,, leo. i originally made him to project the worst in myself onto, and because of that ive made his life a living shit hole. but,, recently ive been hell bent on giving him a good ending, one where he heals, and lives his life ok, where he finally, finally has a chance to be happy and get help. its,, kind of been a tiny growing point for me? he just, means a lot to me because of that haha

20. Do any of your OCs sing? If they sing, care to share more details (headcanon voice, what kind of songs they like etc)?

uhhh all of their voice claims are songs n such but only a few of them actually sing in canon! heres the voice claims of the ones who do sing:

Aero - thats his voice, but hed probably more likely to sing Something Like ThisAngelStitch - this is her voice! but shed be much more likely to sing something a lot more upbeat, kind of like thisColby (its jeremy from bmc jghfdkg)

and one i dont have a voice claim for yet that does sing canonically is Sycamore!

21. Your most artistic OC

!!!! oh thatd easily be will! hes nothing professional at all, but he does enjoy drawing and making diy type projects :0c hazels also artistic but with food :0c but what would you expect from a kitchen witch

22. Is there any OC of yours people tend to mischaracterize? If yes, how?

Hi My Names Skinny Penis And No One Has Ever Even Looked At My Ocs For More Than Two Seconds

23. Introduce OC that has changed from your first idea concerning what the character would be like?

lordt all of them would fit that, but the one thats changed the most? lordy thatd probably be will! he used to be a persona that was mostly only interested in dying and getting fucked, but now hes? evolved into a fully fledged character, and has even changed from being human lmao

24. If you could meet one OC of yours, who would it be and why?

jupiter, simply because he is The Biggest Comfort i have. hes,,, really important to me and i love him a lot

25. The OC that resembles you the most (same hobby, height, shared like/dislike for something etc?)

:) its bold of you to assume they dont all resemble me in some way. the most though? damian. lazy motherfucker with 200 emotional issues and no motivation to fix any of them

26. Have you ever had to change your OC’s design or something else about them against your will?

…yeah.

27. Any OCs that were inspired by a certain song?

Nope, most tend to be born from ideas spawned by me n my bf concepting about my ocs, and what would happen if this thing happened? yknow?

28. Your most dangerous OC?

He has yet to be revealed >:)c his names icarus

29. Which one of your OCs would go investigate an abandoned house at night without telling anyone they’re going?

INNIS, GOD INNIS WOULD AND HED PROBABLY DIE

30. Which one of your OCs would most likely have a secret stuffed animal collection?

secret: damiannot so secret: colby

31. Pick one OC of yours and explain what their tumblr blog would be like (what they reblog, layout, anything really)

uHHhhHh

damian would probably have a very shitty coded blog theme (or default) and would genuinely only reblog shitty, abstract memes, and nice food recipes for hazel to make him

32. Which one of your OCs would be the most suitable horror game protagonist and why?

protagonist? if youre going for the scared baby, colby. if ur going for the stoic “thats weird but ok” one, innis or aero.antagonist tho???? Leo and angelica :)

33. Your shyest OC?

uh, a oc thats genuinely shy and not just anxiety filled? angel :0c shes had a very limited interaction pool with anything thats not other angels so she tends to shy away from others bc she really, really doesnt want to get into awkward situations

34. Do you have any twin characters?

Jupiter and leo!

35. Any sibling characters?

Jupiter, leo, angelica, damian, eldur

jupiter, leo, damian, and angelica are all related via their dad, while eldur is related to damian via their mom

36. Do you have OC pairs where the other part belongs to someone else (siblings, lovers, friends etc)?

uhh if im understanding this question right yeah i do! derek, koh, n a lot of others belong to @coffee-burglar ! ive just roped them into my universe dkjfhkdjgh

37. Introduce an OC who is not quite human

Op All Of My Characters Are Inhuman

38. Which one of your OCs would be the best dancer?

surprisingly? aero! hes got really good rhythm and can actually dance really well, its kinda scary

39. Introduce any character you want

:)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))) Ill let yall have a choice, pick one

1.) Lust2.) Greed

40. Any fond memories linked to your characters? Feel free to share!

fond?? uh,, not really. but damian does have a very important memory attached to him.

tw for suicide ment hjgkdfs

with damian, i created him after i tried to kill myself and was stuck in a mental hospital. i had just finished reaing the first shadowhunters book, and decided to try and draw the first demon(???? was that what he was?? im a dumbass and its been over 2 years) you met, which had bright blue hair and if i remember correctly, electric green eyes? but yeah. i made him to cope with all the mental stress i had while being forced to be in that hospital, and hes become very close to my heart because of that

41. Has anyone drawn fanart of your OCs? If yes, maybe show a picture or two here (remember sources & permissions!)

!!!!!!!!! yeah!!! my boyfriends drawn damian and most of my characters bgjkfdhgkfdsgl but one i do hold close to my heart (bc at the time, i barely knew them) was when @stuck-in-the-ghost-zone drew aeyr! it made me really happy tbh. i still have it saved to my phone actually!!!

42. Which one of your OCs would be the most interested in Greek gods?

uhhhh,,, provided that they found a way to get anything involving earth and their beliefs itd probably be either angel or colby. angel enjoys learning anything and everything she can, while colby enjoys hearing about the Tea™ that comes with greek shit

43. Do you have any certain type when you create your OCs? Do you tend to favour some certain traits or looks? It’s time to confess

lordt ok

i really just? enjoy making demons really, or anything that doesnt quite fit “conveniently attractive” in at least one form they have. (i also favor making guys bc im Gay)

44. Something you like about your OCs in general

how well theyre coming together, for so long, their stories have been little fractures and pieces that never fit together. Fragments. but now, theyre almost fully put together and its… wonderful to see

45. A character you no longer use?

a hi have.. one. their name was angel aura, a steven universe oc. i got rid of them because of too many.. bad things.

46. Has anyone ever told you that you treat your OCs badly?

not directly, but yes. it.. actually helped me give a lot of them a ok life, or at least a good ending

47. Has anyone ever (friendly) claimed any of your OCs as their child?

@coffee-burglar eldur, colby, will n a few others lmao

48. OC who is a perfect cinnamon roll, too good for this world, too pure

ELDUR GOD ELDUR PLEASE SOMEONE GIVE THIS KID BACK TO HIS MOM

49. Which one of your OCs would most likely enjoy memes

damian

50. Give me the good ol’ OC talk here. Talk about anything you want

ghjkfgkfdhgklfjhglkjdfhgslfjdgh give me a actual thing to talk about bc im dying op

#general oc tag #Anonymous

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tag meme: what i’m writing

List all the things you’re currently working on in as much or little detail as you’d like, then tag some friends to see what they’re working on. This can be writing, art, vids, gifsets, whatever.

Tagged by: the trash monarch @sagemb

Okay so like Amy I am working on ten million things at once so I’m just going to list them in the order that they’ll probably end up done.

numero uno: corinthians, corinthians: sinking, and all corinthians-related projects

I love this fucking series with all of my heart but I’ll probably end up finishing it by the time Dwayne The Rock Johnson becomes president. Here’s an excerpt from chapter 11 of Corinthians:

“You watch your language, Valentina,” Josiah said. His voice had an underlying growl to it that betrayed a hot temper. “You raise your voice to me again and I will double your punishment. You will be shoveling waste until the cows come home.”

“That analogy doesn’t make any sense!” She shouted. Her hair flew everywhere. “We don’t even have cows!”

An excerpt from Corinthians: Sinking:

They tell the new guy about the regular, but he still fumbles through his first interaction with him, all thumbs at the cash register and stutters when he speaks.

“Lilies, right?” Jack asks. He fidgets with the ends of his apron.

“Lilies.” Dimitri nods and glances at something on his phone. He couldn’t pay less attention to Jack if he tried.

The metal tip of Jack’s prosthetic leg taps against the tile of the florist shop as he reaches into the back for the ever-present bundle of lilies reserved for their ever-present Sunday customer.

Dimitri glances down at Jack’s leg, but knows better than to ask about someone else’s war wounds. Jack notices his glance and bites his lip.

“Strigoi attack,” Jack says. He places the lilies on the counter gingerly. “They like whole limbs now, I guess.”

Dimitri grunts and Jack is suddenly away of how imposing his frame is in the tiny store. He hands Jack a set of bills and takes the lilies, leaving without another word.

An excerpt from Monarchists:

“You? You’re in class with them?” Sasha pointed towards the trio, who had moved on from braiding Norah’s hair to reading a book Loren had brought with studious sincerity.

“Astounding, I know,” Kailani said dryly. “But they can’t go it on their own. They might make up water, fire, and air, but they still need earth. Rumor has it, they’re searching for a spirit user as well, but none have turned up in this generation yet.”

As Sasha watched them from afar, Norah lifted her head from the book and made eye contact with him. She had an unscrupulous glance, but her face was so mesmerizingly beautiful it was like staring at the sun. Norah smiled, slow and cat-like. Sasha blinked, looking away in embarrassment.

“Don’t get too attached,” Kailani said, looking at Sasha’s expression. “The last one in their little group died in the spring semester. Brigitte was a bitch, but she didn’t deserve to be pulled apart by Strigoi like a rack of baby-back ribs.”

“And you?” Sasha asked.

“What about me?” Kailani answered.

“Do you think you’ll go the same way?” Sasha turned away from Norah’s group sitting on the grass, but could still feel her gaze on him.

“I like to think that I’ll go out in a more spectacular fashion. Maybe sparklers will be involved.” There was a twinkle in Kailani’s eye.

numero dos: paradise

This is half a short film and half a podcast. I have 10 million ideas running around in my head for Paradise and originally wanted to make it a mockumentary short film, but I think I can do it as a podcast as a proof of concept thing, then make that into a short film when I have the resources.

The town of Paradise is shaken by the murder of the town sweetheart, Kitty Westerfield. When an opportunistic journalism student catches wind of the conspiracies surrounding her death, she begins an investigation that might reveal more than she bargained for.

The Paradise cheer squad set up a memorial for her by her locker. It's decorated with pictures from her Instagram, Facebook, and Snapchat. Her favorite flower is a light pink rose and Laura has made sure her locker is full of them. It smells up the entire hallway; people can barely stand it. It's as if Kitty Westerfield is haunting everyone from beyond the grave.

numero tres: wardlaw gardens

This has been in my back pocket for years and years. I sort of want to start shooting scenes from it, but I’m afraid it will fall flat, you know? My original concept was a four-book series, but I’m thinking it might better suit a TV show.

It was the quiet moments right after midnight when he could finally breathe. Bruise preferred a solitary life, which was something most people never understood. So he came here, to the roof. To the only place where he could think.

He narrowed his eyes as the light flickered again, this time in another window. Someone at Wardlaw was a restless as he was.

The world held its breath.

Bruise stood, shaking the darkness of the night off of him. His cigarette was gone and Monet had disappeared, taking the lighter with him. He made a note to buy another pack from the corner store when they were let off for weekends.

“Goodnight,” Bruise said, half to the world around him and half to the light in the distance, ever-flickering.

He began walking back towards the edge of the fire escape, but turned around to take one last look at the distant outline of Wardlaw Gardens.

The manor home was stately and vast, only the main house visible from the roof of Dumfries’s east wing. All lights were off save for one on the top floor at the far end. The curtains shifted to reveal a figure that Bruise could barely make out through the darkness. He could have sworn she put a finger over her lips.

Quiet.

The bell tower in the village chimed lightly, echoing across the surrounding mountainside and breaking Bruise out of his reverie. He descended the fire escape and entered the east wing of Dumfries through a crack in the back door. It was one o’clock in the morning.

Some call the hour after midnight the witching hour.

numero quatro: stygian

Uh, I just really love PJO/HP crossovers??

numero cinque: other shit i found in my google drive

So there was a thing called The Other Few about an aged child saviour of a fantasy realm that portalled to different places and was framed for murder:

“’Hmm?’ All you have to say to that is ‘hmm?’” Walden was becoming increasingly exasperated.

“Time moves more slowly in the Other Realm,” Isa said. “Hollis and I were taken in the late 1800s, but didn’t come back until recently.”

“No thanks to you,” Hollis said.

“Will you ever let that go?” Isa asked.

“They exiled me into the 1980s,” Hollis said. “It was awful.”

“Okay, so you’re time travelers,” Walden said.

“No,” Hollis and Isa said in unison.

“So you’re aliens,” Walden replied.

“No.”

“Alright,” Walden threw his hands into the air. “I give up.”

Isa sighed. “Hollis and I were soldiers. We were chosen when we were children by people from the Other Realm to help carry out a prophecy, but because we lived in the Other Realm so long there were… side effects.”

“Like your friend here’s translucent skin and my immortality,” Hollis said.

“You get to live forever?” Walden asked.

Hollis leveled a blank stare at him. “Yeah, it’s a hoot.”

Something called Mortuaria that only had a character list???:

NARRATOR

The one who narrates.

CECIL PAIL

A calm child of fourteen years. He is very reserved and considers his words carefully before he says them. Ebenezer’s nephew.

EBENEZER CAIRO

The eccentric owner of the funeral home in town. He may be silly at times, but his beliefs are very firm and he is often closed-minded about the most ridiculous things.

CARTER LANG

The funeral home assistant to Ebenezer. He preps all of the bodies for burial. Carter bears the burden of most of the work and does it with grace and a touch of sarcasm.

CONSTANCE BAUDELAIRE

The eldest sister in the Baudelaire coven. She has had to play mother after their father died and their mother succumbed to the darkness. She is strong-willed and always ready for an argument. Constance helps protect the reapers within the funeral home.

MAGDALENA BAUDELAIRE

The middle child of the Baudelaire coven. Maggie is the soft side to everything and a social butterfly, often complimenting Constance’s rougher side.

CARYS AND IVA BAUDELAIRE

The youngest girls in the Baudelaire coven and twins. Carys is handy with potions magic but cannot seem to perform spells on her own. Iva has a wealth of power but rejects the notion of witches.

RHYS IRONS

A well-dressed demon with a Queen’s English accent. He is often dressed in fine suits and pines after Constance.

AMARINTHE KAR

The nephilim librarian and caretaker of the Historic Lindley house. Cecil’s tutor. She’s a spitfire of a woman that gets along better with the elder residents of the town than people her own age.

ADELAIDE AND BRAM PAIL

Cecil’s parents. Seafaring treasure hunters that were lost at sea after searching for the pirate ship Perroux.

THE VERY IMPORTANT MEN

Two men that send Cecil to live with his uncle, claiming to be from the government. There is something inhuman about their very dark hair and very nice suits.

TAXI DRIVER

The man who is hired by the Very Important Men to take Cecil to Ebenezer’s house.

Hell, the precursor to Paradise and definitely a short film that will win me an Oscar:

A prom queen goes missing in the small town of Hell, prompting questions about the mysterious crack in the earth that lay just outside of the city limits.

BETTI (V.O.)

Did you ever stop to think--

UP FROM BLACK

CUT TO: MAIN ROAD

Betti is riding her bike. We see the town sign.

INTERCUT: BEHIND THE HIGH SCHOOL

Betti and Theo are sharing a joint.

BETTI (cont’d)

--that our town is pretty weird?

CUT TO: AN OPEN FIELD

Betti wakes up next to the crack. Aerial shot of the crack.

THEO

Nah. It’s the suburbs.

CUT TO: VARIOUS

Kellianne Hamilton smiles widely at a bake sale. Children play in a playground. Teenagers laugh encouragingly.

Desperate grabs inside of a coat closet. The wicked glint of blood being licked off of teeth. Someone knocks someone else out with the blunt end of a knife handle.

THEO

How bad can it be?

And an amazing script for a movie called Grace Under Pressure about a girl who was cheated on by the lead singer in the band she manages, he’s kicked out, she has to babysit her sister’s genius non-binary kid for the summer, the lead singer winds up dead, and the entire band rally’s around stealing the lead singer’s ashes and sprinkling them all over America on a road trip.

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#tag meme #my writing #mine #goddamn there's a lot in here but is discovered some fuckin GEMS in my google drive

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DEL_F64.0 WILL PLAY ON THE PRAVEKFEST VI !!!! [Prague]

Pravěkfest VI 6. - 8. 10. 2017

The 6th annual benefit DIY festival Pravěkfest will be held from the 6th to the 8th of October 2017! Every year we get a little bit bigger, all thanks to your interest – this time 3 days and 2 stages! On the band stage, you will experience many different genres each day, but all connected with the element of extreme music, and all sharing DIY/anti-mainstream principles. Friday is dedicated to doom and black metal, Saturday belongs to hardcore, punk, crust, grind and even gore, and on Sunday we finally move to an experintmental and alternative sound. The Freetekno stage will be located parallel to the band one, and will be managed by our friends Olgoj Chorchoj Sound System and The Prostory Revival! You can enjoy all of this in the huge and atmospheric Eternia/Underdogs club, led by great people that love the music you do too! Bands/ Djs: Máma Bubo – new wave/alternative Victims of Classwar (DE) – black metal/crust Hure (DE) – harsh noise-electro-powerviolence NOLL IQ (SWE)-fastcore-powermangel Škoda 120 - grindcore/fastcore OR – noise rock Del_F64.0 (DE) - antigenitalistic clarinetspeedcore 6MAS – crust as fuck Smuteční Slavnost -black metal/shoegaze Amoclen - grindcore Drén – harsh noise Pray For Death - crust/death metal LEZOK – unorthodox black metal Menstrual Soup - grindcore Levák Bob – speed/hardcore/violence Yamabushi – new wave/alternative/industrial Bambulkyně Dobrudružstvá – chrocht'n'roll pissover Plague Called Humanity - EBM hardcore USNU? - harsh noise/rock'n'roll Memero – breakcore (DE) Lhostejnost – drone doom Ejakulující Kokos – hawai cococore/demented gore grind Mario The Shroomer – guttural beatdown punk DJane Aisling - ebm, darkwave, deathrock, post-punk... The Prostory Revival - acid experimental Kabarga – acid/electro experimental Olgoj Chorchoj Sound System – Abalkin (live i DJ), Šišoun (DJ), Bullrot (live) Decorations by Markar

After covering our costs, donations will be given to Food Not Bombs organization – the admission is voluntary, but we recommend to give 6E per day, after giving 11 E you will be given an armlet for all 3 days! Pravěk is a project of an independent DIY literary movement that helps mostly young authors with releasing their art without waiting in the line of “unsolicited” writers and without groveling in the front of commercial publishers. DIY or die!

"Dead Bodies Shaft" stage:

Victims of Classwar

On the Friday evening the horn on Lucifer's forehead will shine brightly, with black metal and punk genres together. This might not be a matter of course for everyone, but when this connection occurs, it usually means a magnificent band – like Victims of Classwar! They play a brutal black metal indeed, with slightly crust-like drums, but in the case of their attitudes, they are punks in their hearts. And if you have seen their show at Underdogs we promoted last December, you must definitely come back!

https://victimsofclasswar.bandcamp.com/

Hure

Fuck yeah! This brutal sonic press wished to play in Prague for a long time, now they are finally coming! These two bass guitars maniacs wrapped into toilet paper, gaffer tape and into who knows else are rolling a noisy mass bordering with electronic powerviolence and harsh noise wall, which is cut by raw beats too fast to power-electronics and to shitty to techno dance. Simply unique, your head will pulse even a month after the festival!

https://hure.bandcamp.com/

Máma Bubo

The legendary new wave band from the eighties, no need to explain more! Maybe just the fact that they also feel the need to be critical to the contemporary gentrified culture and political situation, as the younger bands do. Every concert of Máma Bubo is a real celebration of the deep, unconventional not-only-music, that is not at all bitten by ravages of time. And of course you can expect something special - improvisation is these musicians’ real strongpoint!

http://bandzone.cz/mamabubo

NOLL IQ

Unbelievably nice guys from Sweden, that will make you laugh, when you see them drunk making incomprehensible Scandinavian humor, but mainly will force you to gnaw through your tongues, when they are on stage! Despite they call themselves “fuckups”, their music is remarkably technical, if you realize how fast they can play. Moreover, their first rehearsal took place on the Seth Putnam's death anniversary!

https://zeroiq.bandcamp.com/

Del_F64.0

Fucked up antigenitalistic clarinetspeedcore from hell -

two daemonic goddesses from the 696th dimension came up to terminate

the time of genitalism on earth - blood on their hands, wrath inside of their wicked large genitals

- they are warriors with the ancient powers of uhnarvhekjhbrvgabgakjhfewg

their final weapons will be heavy rhythmic velocity, electrified clarinet and the telekinetic

powers of the 4-horned psychotropical hoovergroover - get psyched

http://antigenitalisticrrrriot.tumblr.com/

https://soundcloud.com/war-doch-nur-joghurt/del_f640-bloody-chainsaw-whistle-soon-on-tape

This band became almost legendary within Prague contemporary underground - take for example the concert against racism. We almost forgot when exactly that happened – but it feels like 20 years ago! Yet their music is still full of new ideas and surprises - for example their new record sounds more like an alternative rock compared to the older dynamic noise rock stuff. Make alternative great again!

https://ornoise.wordpress.com/

Škoda 120

KEYS IN AN IGNITION/CHOKE AT FULL BLAST/ UNDER THE HOOD OVER FORTY HORSE POWER/FOUR HURRIES/JUST TURN IT OVER/ ŠKODA 120!!!! / very liberal translation/ This is one of the most merciless and furious grindcore bands that have ever played on this festival, hear the songs about people killing each other by cars! Since 1996!

http://bandzone.cz/skoda120

Smuteční Slavnost

These Afa vegan baph goats steered their unorthodox BM from depressions to post-metal and shoegaze influences, their music is nowadays more and more progressive, despite it still bears its dark garb and extreme volume. Expect the atmosphere and technique of the bands like Weigedood, Harakiri for the Sky, or in fact like the most of cascadian black metal scene.

https://smutecnislavnost.bandcamp.com/

6MAS

Moravia is known as a birthplace of many really odd crust-as-fuck-ers, which ever came up from the soil! Clamorous drum firing, vocal fights, raw sound...you know what we mean! Since their last release Rape the Earth! much beer has flowed, but the owners of this LP are aware what an energetic bomb can be expected! After Škoda 120 you will have to set the other cheek for another kick!

http://bandzone.cz/6mas

Menstrual Soup

One of the hardest and most brutal contemporary Czech bands on the extreme music scene, yet, or maybe hence, it is disregarded by many subcooltural media. Moreover, Menstrual Soup is now reinforced by the second guitarist, a bass is therefore conveyed to sludge bands. Their first release- the split with Swrab and Ejakulující Kokos- is also expected on Pravěkfest! This band is in fact a matter of family, but with only one difference - the soup is not thrust into children, but the children are thrust into the soup!

http://bandzone.cz/menstrualsoup

LEZOK

Read the name of this band backwards (and put it into the google translator of course)...can you see now? And their music is even more remarkable - the roots of composition, the atmosphere and vocals are still in black metal waters, but the usual BM structure is disrupted by not only weird guitar plies. Who have never seen them yet, will be certainly surprised. Moreover they are so perfectionist that their long-awaited album is still unfinished. So the only chance for you to enjoy LEZOK is the life show!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xoQt4Uxjv4U

Amoclen

„Spell homoklín and listen grindcore with violence influences, vital as fuck....Hectolitres of sweat, the singer crawling on the ground, inhuman scream and wholehearted faithfulness to grind...“ See how faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar you can jump from the stage! :-)

http://bandzone.cz/amoclen

Usnu?

Grinding sore noise of the solitary man with his pseudo-guitar, whose heart hides a dark melancholy, maybe originating in some pervert desire to be a rockstar, or even a popstar. But for example the collaboration with UGFC - currently being prepared - will show you that under the title of “Usnu?” (shall I fall asleep?), even more sophisticated power-electronics set can be created. Anyway, on this festival he will give you almost Massona-like noise-rock'n'roll show enriched by power of Moravian vine cellars and Austrian highways. Shall you fall asleep, fucker?

http://bandzone.cz/usnu

Levák Bob

Epic Afterlife who had to cancel their show were replaced by sick-lyricists Levák Bob. This is not clear powerviolence, nor emo/screamo, but at least hardcore can be felt by all of us, right? The title of their first release, “the illusions of the shits” is also very tempting, so we are looking forward for the shit-ride!

http://bandzone.cz/levakbob

Plague Called Humanity

The boundaries between electronics and hardcore, moreover in the dark Gothic contours, are not much favored by the trend hunters yet, as one would maybe expect. PCH combines these influences with emphasis on irony and incorrectness, similar to the old school new wave, but also to actual cyber hardcore or even grindcore (imagine cybergrinder BBYB meeting electro death rock She Pleasures herself!). Anyway their first EP is an outstanding piece!

https://pchband.bandcamp.com/releases

Bambulkyně Dobrodružstvá

Bambulkyně Dobrodružstvá is both a band of fairy tale tupa tupa dancing and also a rather brutal peepshow bordering GG Allin, when various human excrements, or even some backline parts are thrown to the audience. Maybe that's why they are usually being invited especially to the birthday parties. Beware of sickles tho!

https://bambulkynedobrodrustva.bandcamp.com/

Pray for Death

This band waging a war on the edges of death metal, crust and stenchcore will set the fire certainly! One of the dark horses of the festival! The new songs with new sound are currently being prepared just to be ready for this festival, for now it is a surprise, but their incorporation into Friday’s program actually means something!

http://bandzone.cz/prayfordeath

Drén

The noisy magician is unearthly active both in releases and parties as well. Who knows our distro, is maybe already aware of his new record called Leichenhaus in the shape the black box with a rather strange smell. Beside his full scale noise terror on the main stage he will also prepare a special set on Jihadi John stage with yet unannounced confederate under a title “Don't talk to DJS“.

http://drensoundworks.blogspot.si/

Yamabushi

The origins of Yamabushi's songs can be found in Máma Bubo, Před vaším letopočtem and Yamabo bands from 80s and 90s. The contemporary face of this band is intergenerational. This gives them a certain kind of a special unpredictability (do you know that the youngest members of Yamabushi play also in Bambulkyně Dobrodružstvá?). But as Vlasta Matoušek, the band-master, anti-advertises: „The fans of this band haven't been born yet!“. Well, let’s try to conceive some :-)

http://bandzone.cz/yamabushi

Ejakulující Kokos

„Hawai coco core?!?!? What the hell is that?!?!“ Or one more review from the musical cages: „Ejakulující Kokos – mentals that are trying to play gore-grind“. And the band replies: A) We are mentals B) What is gore-grind? A band that is capable to make fun even of itself and feels no need to act as correct world savior simply belongs to this festaival too. So enjoy the palm falling on you heads!

http://bandzone.cz/kokos

Lhostejnost

This drone-doom band is sometimes reviewed as the „reall slow“ one. But that's correct at all, cos Lhostejnost (trans. Indifference) plays MOTIONLESS music. You don't jump to the abyss, the abyss will jump into you. But if you really survive it until the end, please, do not bother to applause!

http://lhostejnost.bandcamp.com/

Mario The Shroomer

Finally some young blood (or better said, cloth :-D) from Prague! These guys are by the way active promoters as well, they would offer the last hairs from their balls for a help to a touring band. Musically they absorb many influences and throw them up again in a rather original way! Guttural beatdown punk – something between death-slamming „farting to a bottle“ metal, hardcore breakdowns and gory pig squealing. And they play punk too, while you are sleeping.

https://www.facebook.com/mariotheshroomer

"Jihadi John" stage:

...in other words the stage that will cut your head off! It is gonna be managed by Olgoj Chorchoj Sound System crew, so the essential part of it will be based on acid freetekk DJs sets, but you can certainly expect also live sets with many features, especially the acid electro-visions by Kabarga or electronic acid poetry by The Prostory Revival. After the Dead Bodies Shaft will be filled, the night program will continue here, Jihadi John will also rumble the afternoon impatients. But even a transfer of some live-set musicians to the main stagecan’t be ruled out, we shall see:-) Finally, special guests will be introduced on Jihadi John stage, mainly breakcore Memero from Berlin and DJane Aisling playing new wave, death rock, dark wave etc, but also the above mentioned Drén and his secret companion will present their live set called „Don't talk to DJs! there“

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