i tried coloring this but forget it

Zodiac: Tag Yourself (Edition)

-looks like “fight me” but is actually “love me”
-extremely fucking smart like wut
-doesn’t care about emotions unless it’s their own
-strive for power

-seems chill but is actually savage af
-doesn’t believe in emotions
-would fight you for hurting an animal
-actually has an amazing sleeping schedule???

-emotional mess (they never feel anything the right way)
-probably knows more useless shit than you
-actually really amazing ppl
-doesn’t know what sleep is

-looks like “love me” but is actually “fight me”
-doesn’t know how to deal with emotions so they don’t
-can be extremely selfish
-lives in drama

-very one way thinking mind
-high morals
-doesn’t deny they need constant validation
-constantly naps

-looks like they want to kill you, probably does
-such a fucking nerd
-sleeping schedule so fucked it’s like wow
-has a weird book collection

-always in love with someone
-big time music dork
-over emotional
-probably doesn’t know what’s going on

-tries to be hard core but are low key cry babies
-likes dark colors but has a bright personality
-probably reads more books than you
-just wants to be loved

-ready to disappear at any moment
-has seen every strange movie on Netflix (I mean, EVERY weird movie)
-honestly forgets emotions exist
-just wants a 48 hr nap

-knows they’re better than you
-parties more than you know
-just wants ppl to stop
-will cut you off without blinking an eye

-disappears for a while w/o explanation
-probably cuter than you
-always turnt
-live in a very gray world when it comes to what’s right or wrong

-doesn’t like dealing with responsibility
-likes music more than they like you
-thrives off of attention tho
-refuses to be anyone’s #2

Lyna & Carissa’s Developpment

Hi LoliRockers ! 

Here’s a big post, about Lyna and Carissa’s development. When season 1 was nearly completely written, we had a request from our producers : “Add two new princesses for season 2, and have a 5-princesses gang from now on”. 

Initially, the team was very reluctant : we knew we already had too many characters, therefore adding two more seemed a bad idea for the stories. Jean-Louis Vandestoc suggested that instead of a “5 princesses gang”, the two new princesses should be supportive characters : outside the main gang but always ready and willing to help when needed. That way, it would be easier to add them without upsetting the balance we created between Iris, Talia and Auriana. 

That’s why Lyna and Carissa were created as part of a second team : Izira’s Resistance Princesses, and why they’re not part of all the episodes of season 2 or live with the other princesses. Jean-Louis’ inspiration for them was Sailor Uranus and Sailor Neptune : he wanted Lyna and Carissa to be strong and independant, like Izira was. We had however to keep them both around the same age as our three main princesses, so we made them younger, and more like “princesses in training” rather than “mature veteran princesses” (much to JL’s disappointment)

Now, the question remained : what would they look like ? We wanted Carissa to be a “ fiery and tomboy warrior princess”, and Lyna to be a “snooty and delicate mage princess”. We also wanted an Asian princess, but didn’t know which one it would be… And so we started to draw…

All along your reading of this post and its designs, I let you appreciate all the little details and differences here and there. You can see what made its way up to the end, what was rejected. Just be aware that it wasn’t a straight path. It never is. 

1 - The First Researches

Finding new symbols became like a game for the whole production team, not only the artists. We all tried to suggest new cool symbols, and of course suggested a lot of very stupid and irrelevant ones. It was a good time. :)

As for the haircuts, we tried a lot as you can see. It’s probably one of the most important and distinctive feature of a magical princess, so we had to make a lot of tests.

Once we had these drawings, we made a few proposals to our producers & broadcasters, with combinations of magical and casual, and trying Lyna or Carissa as “the Asian princess”, one after each other. 

2 - First Proposal

For each of the proposal below, we tried different outfits each time. We knew that none of our proposal would be accepted entirely as they were anyway : you always end up with a patchwork of a little of each, that you have to put together somehow. Like it or not, it’s part of the process it seems.

As for the color palettes, well… “Pink”, “Orange”, “Blue”, “Red”, “Green”, “Black” were already taken. There wasn’t much left for the main colors that could fit : “Purple” and “Teal” were chosen for Carissa and Lyna. Yellow was rejected, as we tested it earlier with Auriana and… well, it really didn’t worked for the main gang. Maybe for an outsider princess ? But not for Lyna nor Carissa.

With Carissa as Asian, Lyna was Caucasian and we felt too close of Iris, and not young enough. With Lyna as Asian we could put Carissa as an Irish type, and this combination was much more appealing for us ! Everyone agreed, up to a point : we were asked at this time that Carissa should not be a redhead, as Auriana was supposed to be the group’s “redhead”, and another one was… “not needed”. Carissa’s hair color would go from red/orange to brown at this time. 

Much work was yet to be done though… We had a basic direction approved, but we needed to explore it more thoroughly and it was time for more advanced color test too. 

As for “Lyna-Caucasian” type, we kept the design and used it as a base for a character of season 2 : Debra, from episode S02E15 “The Ruby of the Orient”. ;)

3 - Color Researches

Choosing the exact outfit was a very complicated task, perhaps more for the casual outfit than the magical one. Below are a lot of our tests…

4 - Selected

In the end, here is the combination that was selected : 

… But it wasn’t still over. 

In fact, it never is until some production manager forcefully takes your model sheet, put the final approval seal, and flee with it before you can stop him/her. In our case, it didn’t happen, so, here we go for the final adjustments : 

For the princess form, we were good and convinced they were what we needed. But for the casual outfits and colors ? Not so much. 

5 - Final Adjustments

In this first model sheet, we tried different colors on both our characters to make sure the 5-Girl line up would work. We tried again color we previously rejected. We even tried to make Carissa black again. Well, it helped us confirm a few things, but we still weren’t there. For Lyna especially, we felt her top needed to be reworked : the knit, with or without sleeves, etc. (Note : we tried a lighter color for her eyes while we were at it). And of course there is always, all along the process, the question “how hard will it be to animate ?”. I confess this wasn’t a priority for a lot of people, but we tried to never forget it nevertheless.

Ok, at this stage, we had found the final shape for Lyna. We only needed to confirm our colors… We tried to put Carissa as the Irish redhead we originally wanted… and surprise ! This time it worked ! And everyone was convinced we had found her too ! 

And finaly, after a few months of work and back and forth, we could go clean and color the final model :

6 - Final Model

It’s fun to note that, even on the final color test we had, none of them was “the good one” : it was a bit of one, and a bit of another, in order to have the final model. As it always is. ;)

Ok folks, this was the last post of the season. :) 

I need my beauty-summer-vacation-sleep ! I’ll have a lot to prepare for September if I want to continue feeding you with model-sheets, development, backgrounds and stories of course… and I’m crazy late regarding the animatics and I want to fix this. 

Have a nice summer everyone, and see you back in September ! 

🔷 Irises

Originally posted by talk-me-down-troye

Summary: You and Yoongi hate each other but somehow you still have feelings for him. 

Pairing: Painter!Yoongi x reader

Genre:  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) u kno 

Words: 5k 

A/N: I really like ‘enemies to lovers’ fanfictions so I decided to write one. I hope you like it. I apologize for any errors.

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Some of my ARMS head cannons

Spring Man
- rock climbing is a hobby of his
- he’s really good at it too
- will take the time to train with other ARMS fighters (or any fighters in general) to give them pointers
- has gotten tangled up in his arms numerous times (everyone probably has, tbh)
- once got kicked out of a pizza buffet place for eating too much pizza
- has probably gotten kicked out of lots of other places (including Min Min’s family’s shop) for eating too much
- gets up early to spend a ridiculous amount of time getting his hair the way it looks
- either that or it’s part of his ARMS mutation and made of actual spring
- has probably tried every possible combination of pizza and liked them all
- probably helps kids with ARMS adjust to their new mutation
- went through a short phase where he tried to fight crime or be a super hero or something

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❝ Happy Anniversary ❞

Plot: When you’re tired of distance so decide to make a surprise, for your anniversary, at your boyfriend Yoongi, who’s on tour in America. 

Pairing: YoongixReader

Words count: 1,8k+

Genre: Fluff

For @ fatimaloveskpop, I hope you like it cutie! -M.

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner! 

When he told you that for your anniversary he would be in another country, the discouragement had taken over. It was your second anniversary and the first one you two had passed in the same way, away from each other.  

You faked a smile during the call, reassuring him it wasn’t a problem. He already had too many worries, you didn’t want to give him any more problems to think about.  

The news had arrived a couple of days before and only then you realized that you wouldn’t waste another second away from him.  

You were packing when the ringing of your phone scared you, but you immediately ran to fetch it from the counter of the kitchen. His name was blinking on the screen and feeling incredibly guilty, you let the voicemail start. If you had spoken to him, you were sure, you would not contain joy, and you would have revealed your secret.  

Your suitcase was waiting for you and so was your boyfriend on the other side of the world, completely unaware that that anniversary would be completely different. 

~ ~

“Y/N, why does your anniversary fall just tomorrow? Tomorrow? Chicago scares me…. it’s so BIG. ” You murmured looking around, immersed in the chaos of the airport; “And if I lose in the crowd..? No, Y/N. You can do it, you need him, everything else is completely irrelevant. ” You added, giving you a little pat on your shoulder as an encouragement.  

If the airport was crowded, the streets outside of it were even worse. You lifted your gaze, trying to overstay the crowd before you, but without being able to locate a taxi. Your only possible means of transport was practically unattainable.  

“And now what I do……” The sadness was evident in your voice, so you sat on your suitcase and waited for the crowd to disappear; “Sooner or later will have to do it.. Everyone will get a cab and they’re going to disappear, yes, of course. " 

The phone in your pocket began, for the umpteenth time, to ring but you ignored it completely, and biting your bottom lip you started to feel the guilt increase more and more.  

Your surprise was more important, he could endure your silence for a few more hours.  

~ ~

*Yoongi’s pov*  

"Fuck” Yoongi blurted throwing his phone on the bed totally annoyed, having to hold back from composing her number again to have a minimum contact with her.  

It was two days that she didn’t answer and he began, in addition to anger, to prove a sense of concern that didn’t suit him.  

“Still does not answer you, Hyung?”  

“I start to be tired of this. If she’s upset because I can’t be there tomorrow, it’s not my fucking fault.”  

“Maybe she’s busy with work..” Hoseok proposed, trying to calm his own hyung; “You said she had an important project to present next week, right?”  

“They moved it and she took some days off.”  

At the Yoongi’s answer, Hoseok found himself to be silent because he had no plausible excuse for the behavior of Y/N. Perhaps something happened, but he preferred to keep that thought for himself. He didn’t want to worry Yoongi more than he was already.  

“Let’s go for a walk Hyung!” The others are in the hotel’s playroom. “  

"You go, I don’t want to.” He whispered turning his back on his friend, who disheartened gave him a slight pat on his shoulder and walked out of the room. Yoongi began to observe the sky outside the window.  

It was changing color, becoming more and more dark, fading those few excerpts of light left by the sun now gone to rest for that day. The nth day without her and it was something that really started to weigh him.  

For this, he had always tried not to bind himself sentimentally to anyone. He knew it would be difficult, especially for someone like him who always forgets to answer messages or phone calls.  

But with her everything was different, he felt the desperate need to be part of her life and had, immediately, learn to live with the sense of abandonment that inundated his chest every time he had to “abandon her” because of his work.  

The gaze slipped him on the package, perfectly wrapped, on the room table and smiled slightly. He would have given her anniversary gift as soon as they would have been together but seeing it was almost a warning of his continual absences.  

And that thought began to make him doubt that perhaps she had begun to be tired of being his girlfriend.  

~ ~

Being on a soft and comfortable bed was the first real joy of that infernal day. Now it was nine o'clock in the evening and the fatigue was your best friend at the time.  

You would have wanted to take a shower but your eyes shut you up again before you could say “get up and go to the bathroom”.  

The alarm clock started playing at six in the morning, habits because of your work, but the night had been profitable and you felt totally rested.  

You took your time to get ready because you didn’t want to look like a zombie that morning, trying to ignore the jet lag that hammered your head with an annoying and continuous pain.  

The only one who was aware of your presence in Chicago was Sejin, who had managed to find a room in the same hotel where they were staying. You would give him everything to repay him for his kindness.  

“Alright y/n, you seem acceptable,” You said to the reflection in his mirror, finishing to retouch the Peach lipstick on your soft lips. You just walked away, observing how the blouse fell perfectly on your curves and the jeans bandaged your legs. Yes, you were fully satisfied with your look. 

Your destination was the building where you knew they would have held a couple of interviews, always merit of Sejin who had given you all the program of those days, because you would never be presented to the concert that evening. You could bear to be seen by some interviewer and people from the crew, but thousands of fans were another thing.  

You came out of the bathroom, slipping your phone in the back pocket of your jeans,  putting on the leather jacket you gave Yoongi for your birthday and leaving your hair loose, which soft caressed your shoulders.  

Your mission was about to begin and you could no longer contain the emotion that you felt at the idea of being able to finally see him again after weeks of distance.  

~ ~

The peculiarity of Sejin was that with his height hid you completely. You had reached him almost half an hour and you had spent those thirty minutes hidden behind him, waiting for the boys to come out of the room where they were holding the interview.  

You were so proud of them and what they had reached that you almost felt like a proud mom, even if you were only one year older than three-quarters of them.  

“I tell you he’s not in a good mood, Y/N.”  

“W-What?” You stuttered looking at his shoulders; “In what sense?”  

“You haven’t answered him for more than three days, how do you think he’s..?" 


You’d be forgiven, but that wasn’t the moment for guilt.  

Finally, their voices echoed in the hallway and the agitation flowed through your veins faster than the blood.  

“PDnim! Only RapMon Hyung spoke but I think it went well! ” Exclaimed an enthusiastic Jungkook, making you smile slightly.  

“You were great guys. Yoongi-ssi? ”  Sejin called him and you could imagine your boyfriend raising his gaze slightly confused, without understanding why he had been called.  

“A fan of yours has left a gift for yo–don’t complain, guys, this is a special gift.” He silenced immediately the others who had already begun to grumble by complaining, while you could see the shadow of someone who was approaching your “cover”.  

“What a gift, PDnim..?”  

Without leaving Sejin the time to answer, you protruded your hand, where you kept the box with his anniversary gift. A duplicate of your house key and a ring that you had engraved with the date of the day you were met.  

You remained hidden, leaving only the hand in beautiful sight. Your laughter threatened to ruin that moment, but you could remain silent.  

“What the hell..” Murmured in chorus those you recognized as Hoseok, Seokjin, and Jimin, while you felt the box was taken and the silence came from Yoongi.  

“What is it, Hyung??”  Namjoon asked, while always thanks to their shadows on the walls you understood that everyone was in circles around him.  

“A key and a ring.. What the hell of gift is th–”  

“Hyung, are you okay..?” Jimin soft voice came perfectly to your ears as you started to worry because you didn’t understand if his reaction would be positive or negative.  

“There is an engraved date.. It’s the day I met Y/N. ”  

“Because you should remember the day you met the most obnoxious woman in the world. ” You murmured, finally coming out of the open and taking a few steps on the side, finally free from the protection of Sejin.  

Seven shocked glances rested on you, but the most upset were just Yoongi’s one. The others began to smile but he couldn’t even move and you started to think that maybe didn’t answer to him had been a mistake.  


“Yes.. In short, I know that your work is important, but I wanted to spend at least a few minutes with you for our anniversary. I swear I’m going back to the hotel and waiting for you to finish the concert, I swear. Sorry if I didn’t answer.. But if I had spoken to you I would have told everything, you know I cannot keep secrets.. Y-Yoongi you could say so–”  

He didn’t let you finish the phrase because you were already into his arms, your face was hidden against his chest and his heart was beating so fast that you could feel the sound perfectly.  

“You are the best gift ever, Y/N.” He whispered into your ear; the voice slightly trembling, while his arms squeezed you with more strength.  

You smiled and went straight to resting your arms on his hips, braiding your hands behind his back and letting yourself be lulled by that hug that was really worth more than a thousand gifts.  

“Sorry if I didn’t answer Yoongi..”  

“It doesn’t matter. You got me mad, but now that you’re here, it’s no longer important. ”  

“Happy anniversary, Yoongi.”  

“I love you, Y/N. Happy anniversary, baby.”  

Maybe am I in some Andreil phase. Maybe does this phase last for eight months now. I can’t tell the contrary.

But maybe is this because this relatonship has something special I can’t find elsewhere. Because they’re not perfect, but it does not need to be.

Because I just can’t forget them. And I don’t need a eidetic memory for that.

Fic: Foresight (Vax, Vex, ensemble)

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In his memory, Vax is forever locked in a moment (in a moment in a moment).

Major spoilers for episode 102.



In his memory, Byroden is forever locked in springtime.

Warm light glints off sun-dappled leaves, distracting the eye from even the most vivid of wildflowers that pitch and sway with the wind-blown grasses. He’s young, sitting in the dirt and watching his sister methodically pull up strands of grass and release them into the wind to flutter and flicker away. He’s thinking about Jerren, the kindly old man next door who’d died last week. He’s thinking about his mother leaning in close with tears in her eyes and saying, “I’m so sorry, but he’s not coming back,” he’s thinking about what it means to end and to make other people feel sorry, he’s thinking about what it means to go and not come back.

“I never want this to end,” he says.

Vex just looks at him, pulling up another handful of grass. “I’m getting hungry. We gotta go in sometime.”

“I mean, I’m gonna remember this when I’m two hundred years old,” Vax says. “This day, today. The way the sun looks and the grass looks and the sky looks.”

She grins. “You’ll definitely forget.”

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Cryptic Commander #9: Why Did it Have to Be Snakes

Don’t you just love it when a new Legendary Creature gets spoiled and you know it was meant to be? I got to experience that yesterday when a certain Commander-to-be got spoiled over Twitter, and man am I head-over-heels for this card. Let’s cut to the chase:

(You see what I did there? The card was spoiled by Elaine Chase over on Twitter. You know what? It isn’t funny anymore. I had to explain it. Forget I said anything.)

So, brief personal aside on my experience with BG in Commander. I’ve tried to build a couple of different decks with the color combo, and I ultimately end up with what feels like the same deck. Graveyard Shenanigans.dek. There’s nothing wrong with graveyard decks, I’m just really tired of how the BG ones play out. Jarad and Meren did their best, but I could not be convinced to play BG after I finally took them apart. None of the other BG generals really appealed to me, from Nath of the Gilt Leaf to Sapling of Colfenor. Then they spoiled Hapatra, and the gears started turning immediately. I started playing Magic just before Scars of Mirrodin came out, so -1/-1 counters were part of my formative Magic experience. It has been too long since we had -1/-1 counters, and now they’re giving us a Commander in BG that cares about -1/-1 counters. Thank you based Wizards for bestowing this gift upon me and all the other lovers of -1/-1 counters in this game. We are truly #blessed.

So, what sort of things can you do with Hapatra? I suppose you could attack with her, suiting her up with a Whispersilk Cloak so she can get in unopposed and slowly build up counters and snakes for you. You could do that, and it’s probably a decent thing to include in whatever deck you build, just to have a back-up plan; but, I like to dream big. There are a handful of very playable Commander cards that like to throw -1/-1 counters around to every creature. Thanks to the wording on Hapatra, you won’t be rewarded for placing a bunch of -1/-1 counters on a single creature as part of the same affect (see “Whenever one or more” wording), but putting one counter on a bunch creatures means an army of snakes in the making. The following are some of the best at this:

Black Sun’s Zenith for one has never been so rewarding! Paying three mana to weaken the entire board and make a bunch of snakes seems like a great plan. You could also just wrath the board and be the only one left with creatures at the end of it. Even if Hapatra dies in the process, you’ll still get all the snakes because she’ll see the counters placed on everything before hitting the bin. Carnifex Demon gives you another good, recurring source of -1/-1 counters. If you have a way to get counters on it besides the ones it comes into play with (like Hapatra’s ability or something like Gnarled Effigy), the demon can be a real problem. Contagion Engine kind of speaks for itself. Putting a counter on each of an opponent’s creatures and then proliferating twice will get you three separate triggers from Hapatra for three times the snakes. But, this is just the tip of the iceberg, the most obvious thing you can do.

Alright, we’re starting to get somewhere now. Crumbling Ashes insures that you never have to commit too many counters to the same creature. It’ll die sooner or later anyway. Blowfly Infestation lets you recycle some of the counters from dying creatures for another Hapatra trigger and more value. Necroskitter makes those sweet creatures your opponents have work for you after they die with a counter on them. It’s finally time for Necroskitter’s day in the sun! However, you don’t just have to put counters on your opponents’ creatures. Have you considered putting counters on your own creatures?

There are a couple of creatures that like to have -1/-1 counters on them for utility purposes. Blow up more artifacts by keeping your Wickerbough Elder fully stocked. Beat down hard with a resilient threat in the form of Deity of Scars. Grim Poppet lets you pinpoint the counters you want to disseminate and take out problematic creatures. You also have the option of throwing Quillspike into the deck for what can only be described as shenanigans. Quillspike will let you remove counters from any of your creatures, which means Persist creatures are gonna get to come back for multiple go-arounds. Puppeteer Clique and Woodfall Primus say hi! And that’s only the fair thing you can do with Quillspike. Turns out Quillspike goes infinite with Devoted Druid. Put a counter on Devoted Druid to untap it, tap it for a Green mana, use the Green mana to remove the counter with Quillspike’s ability, repeat ad infinitum. If you have Hapatra in play, this means infinite snakes. Seems pretty good to me, but treat infinite combos with care. It isn’t fun to lose to them, or win with them, all the time. Be nice about, huh?

Considering how few sets have featured -1/-1 counters in the history of Magic, there are certainly a lot of cool things you can do with them. There’s even an Enchantment that basically has Hapatra’s ability, except it makes Elves instead. Flourishing Defenses. There’s all sorts of things you can do with a Hapatra deck, and I am really excited to try them out!

So, what do you think of the newest BG Legendary? New hotness or soon to be forgotten? Let me know what you think! Any cool interactions I might not have noticed? I would love to see them! Until then, enjoy the rest of spoiler season for Amonkhet and hopefully there will be even more Commander goodies to discuss.

Robert Burrows

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You know you’re not really over him when you read a poem and you let out a loud sigh because he crossed your mind. All the nights you spent thinking about the way he made you feel. The positive way and the negative way. The way he made you feel like you were on top of the world. And you think about the day where you found out what his true colors are. So much has happened since. I tried everything to forget him. And it works for a little while. But once I smell a certain scent or taste a certain thing or read something about love; my brain becomes a hotel of thoughts about him again.
—  How do I completely forget the guy I wanted to marry? // 2amfilm
Monsta X - Bitten. (Shownu, Wonho, Minhyuk)

Okay, so I’ve watched people play The Last of Us and The Last of Us: Left Behind and I can’t wait for the second game! This idea popped into my head– if you were really close to the members or in a relationship with them and one of you had gotten bit (by a Clicker or a Zombie), what would you do? What would they do?

Warning: Curse words were used. Some mild graphic descriptions were used.

It’d be cool if you listened to the Goblin OSTs “Fate” and “Stay with Me” (piano ver.)

Originally posted by wonhontology

Shownu - No. This can’t be happening. Not here. Not today. He looked at the curved shape that pierced holes into your arm. It was the shape of a mouth that belonged to an infected. Its venom shot through your arm and while there wasn’t a known cure yet, there was no way to slow down the disease other than to sever the appendage. As painful as it was you sat down in an abandoned mall with Shownu and waited for the time when your eyes were completely torn away from reality and replaced by a monster that was no longer you. From all the times he’d said that he never cried, the time came. Shownu shot the last infected monster from behind and quickly wrapped your arm with a cloth he had torn from his jacket. “You can’t do this to me, not today… Not now…! Fuck!” His frustrations had caught up with him as reality. You saved his ass from several attacks and he had returned the favor by crafting weapons from Molotov Cocktails to Napalm “Pineapple” bombs. Now the both of you were left in a mall with limited resources. He sat you next to an old, glass desk near a kiosk. The light fixtures were nearly burnt out and the only thing left for actual light was the skylight from above. He couldn’t let the tears fall, but you lifted your callused, bruised, and bloody hand to his dirt covered one and whispered, “Shownu, it’s no use. I have only two options: Take the easy way out,” You gestured to the pistol that lied between his feet, “Or when I become someone I’m not, you can end it for me. Either way I have to be killed.” “And… the third option?” His eyes showed desperation, brown eyes that were looking for a different solution that weren’t brutal. Anything, just anything to keep you alive. You disagreed with the option of keeping you locked up until he found a cure. It’d be too long and you’d become even more destructive if you weren’t able to eat or anything. “What other option is there? Shownu, as much as I love you, go and fend for yourself. I’ll be fine.” “I can’t.” And shortly after that, you sunk your head, asking for some rest that you knew that you wouldn’t wake up from.

Originally posted by sweetramenwonho

Wonho - You were tackled by a half-turned male into a sewer that was located near the hospital. Water reaching to your waist, he had the malicious intention of drowning himself and bringing you down with him. If he couldn’t be saved, neither should you. Sanity and a common sense left his mind ever since he was bitten. A rumor passed around by almost-dead people said that the Lotus Hospital was carrying a vaccine that could potentially cure any infected person before they turn. Luckily, it wasn’t far. You felt air escaping your lungs as it slowed down your ability to reach for your shiv near your hand. Only a couple inches away… You felt the release on your throat and somewhat clean air entering your lungs as Wonho was able to bring a world of darkness to the man that attacked you. “Thanks.” You held onto your knees as you attempted to catch your breath. Suddenly, you noticed Wonho leaving without looking at you, saying, “Let’s go. Hurry up if you want to get to the hospital.” You didn’t object his words and wiped the blood off of your hands and followed him to the abandoned, somewhat intact building that was just a couple hundred feet ahead. As the both of you approached the doors, you stood back to examine his muscles that he worked for in order to survive, the scratches and bruises left by old comrades who refused to work with him, and the blood and dirt that stained his clothing. Wonho stared at himself in the glass, watching his own reflection mimic his words. “Tell me that you love me.” You knew what was going on, and neither of you wanted to admit it. “I love you, Wonho.” “I’m glad that words can’t infect another.” He turned around and moved his head that revealed a bite mark on his neck. “Words… are just words. Until then, take this and shoot me. Hell, by the time you find the cure, I’ll be done for. Now take it or I will.” Immediate sadness filled his eyes as he stared at you, waiting for your response. No matter how hard you tried to change his mind, the disease and time didn’t wait for either of you. Wonho was starting to change. He placed the gun in your hand, waiting for you to shoot. “I love you, too. Don’t forget about me.”

Originally posted by celes-tae

Minhyuk - “Minhyuk, look out!” You pushed him aside and aimed your arrow for a head shot. Luckily, the woman who was once your teacher in secondary school had fallen to her knees and the wince-colored liquid spilled from her temple. You never liked her in the first place but the guilt of having to kill someone tapped into the back of your head. Minhyuk was immediately pushed into another infected person, who was armed with a gun. He used to be a soldier. Minhyuk grunted and cursed out the man, using his forearm to press against the man’s neck and using his other hand to aim the bullet near his head. Gunshots were fired. Blood splattered onto his face which he showed no disgust for. He was used to it. “Are you okay?” You ran up to him and he only spat out saliva onto the concrete ground. The both of you were in a vacant city where he set up a few booby traps along the perimeter. Sure, resources were extremely limited, but you knew how to use them for extended periods of time. You saw him lying on the ground, breathing heavily, breaths uneven and staggering. The sound of raindrops filled the silent air, the water soaking the both of you. Neither of you bothered to care– you two went far worse than harmless raindrops. Minhyuk avoided your eyes and looked past your head, giving a weak smile to the sky in front of him. “I’m shot, and I’m bitten, and yet here I am, still smiling. Damn it.” Minhyuk croaked out, giving a weak laugh at his own situation. Your eyes trailed down his chest and saw the a crimson red hole on his stomach, and every time he coughed, blood was pumped out of his system. As you dug through your bag for medical supplies, he placed a muddied hand over yours. “It’s my time and besides, there’s no cure for this.” He turned his head over to you and lifted his left hand. Tears flowed down your bloodied cheeks, mixing in with the rain. Minhyuk felt the hot tears welling up in his eyes as he brought you closer to him, placing your ear above his heart. “You hear that? That’s my human heart beating for you. I love you… When I start forgetting and when the time comes for you to kill me… I love you. I’m sorry you have to be… alone. Remember our number one rule: Killings don’t come with regret, hesitation, or feelings.” He could only close his eyes and wait. “Minhyuk… I love you too.” “That’s good to…” He took in a sharp breath. “…Hear.”

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anonymous asked:

Can I please request a scenario/minific for a soulmate au on Seven? In this au, people don't see in color until they meet their soulmate.

Oooh I love your idea, nonnie! Thank you for your request!

If you’re reading this now, I’d probably be on hiatus. This is one of those requests that I could actually write from the top of my head, so I managed to finish this quickly.

Lololol. I’m rambling again. Anyway, I hope this is okay, and please enjoy!


Soulmate AU : Colors

The sky is blue on clear, sunny days.

Apples are either red, yellow, or green.

Oranges are… well, orange.

But how would you actually describe color when all you see are shades of white, gray, and black?

A theoretical study says that parallel universes exist, but the current technology we have is still too inferior to prove that theory.

If it really exists, then would there be a world wherein people could see color from birth? In my end of the spectrum, you don’t get to enjoy the full visual experience until you find your soulmate, or, as others would say, your true mate.

However, in a world where there are billions of people, finding the fated person for you is like finding a needle in a haystack — most people couldn’t find them and instead settle with somebody they could get along with and have half the fun their whole lives. Mismatched mates can still see colors, but only when they’re together.

Of course, not all soulmate pairings are perfect and absolute — there are some that don’t work out, and then there are some that just stay as friends. But because their souls have already met in this lifetime, they would still be able to see colors.

Only a few people find their destined mates in a lifetime, and my parents were one of the lucky couples who had met each other from childhood and had been inseparable ever since.

However, being the child of a mated pair doesn’t grant you the ability to see colors either— everything is still gray.

It’s especially frustrating when one or both of your parents is an artist — in my case, both of them are — and they ask you to hand the red paint or the orange pen and you see that everything is unlabeled. My parents weren’t insensitive per se, but they sometimes forget that I couldn’t see colors like they do.

I’ve always been curious about colors, and had been obsessing over them ever since. And of course, by extension, I’d also been crazy about finding my soulmate someday. Heck, there were even times in my childhood where I would pray nightly, wishing, asking god to let me meet my soulmate soon.  

Of course, I’ve also tried mingling and dating before, but it never really worked. I’d been losing hope of ever meeting my soulmate, but then one day, I met him — even for just a fleeting moment.

It was during one of my travels abroad that I met him. I don’t remember his face anymore, but it was his unusual hair color that stood out the most — it was red. My mom said it was scarlet, but hey, I can’t really tell them apart.

Five years ago…

It was a warm, summer day in Seoul, and I had wandered out of the hotel in search for some ice pops from the convenience store to cool off. I was wearing my earphones back then and had unwittingly crossed the street during a green light, when somebody jerked me back and I was surprised when I saw a car speed inches away from me.

“ARE YOU STUPID?!? YOU COULD’VE GOTTEN YOURSELF KILLED!!!“ my savior shouts at me after he pulls the earbuds from my ears, but I couldn’t focus on what he was saying — I was seeing colors for the first time!

The boy who saved me looked a bit shocked as well, judging by the wide-eyed look he gave me. People had started to gather around us by this time, but neither of us spoke after that, merely studying each other’s faces.

An ambulance came shortly after, and we were both treated for minor injuries. I tried talking with him, asking for his name and such, but he was awfully quiet. Was he angry at me? I couldn’t really tell, but I wanted to at least know his name.

My mom came after the hospital called her, and was scolding me for being so careless. She thanked the boy for saving me and handed him some cash as thanks. He refused at first, but she insisted, so he quietly thanked her and we left. I tried looking for him the next day, but I couldn’t find him anymore.

I could see colors for the weeks that followed, but my colorless vision eventually came back after a few months.

Five years later….

“Stay back, or I’ll activate the bomb and all of us will die!“ Unknown shouted as he held me hostage, keeping Seven from apprehending him.

Seven looked as surprised as I was, and for the second time in my life, I could see in full color and met the boy who saved my life that one fateful day — it was Luciel Choi, a.k.a 707.

Drunk in Love

Jimin x Reader

Genre: Angst/Fluff (…idk if you’d consider it fluff…but hope you do)

Summary: You loved him, you wanted to forget about him, but all you could do was drink your feelings away

Word Count: 3545

Warning: Depiction of excessive drinking; cursing …at this point cussing is just a standard in all my fics 😂 

Originally posted by yoonmin

The ground shook beneath your feet as you danced your way through the thick mesh of people. The beat of the music entranced you causing your body to move with such fluidity. A smile creeps up your face while you soak in the free-spirited atmosphere that this club had to offer. You were trying to escape, and nothing screamed “escape” more than a loud rave party and bunch of drinks to chug down. 

What was it that you were trying to escape exactly? Work problems? Responsibilities? Parents forcing you on blind dates? Nope. You were escaping your own feelings. 

Every moment of every day you always thought about him. You always wondered if he was doing okay, or if he was eating properly or if was over exerting himself. You were always worried about him both mentally and physically. The entirety of your mind, every nook and cranny, was dedicated to the thought of him, and you hated it.

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she means it, she does [1/1]

emma just wanted to quietly enjoy tequila and loneliness on valentine’s day. killian just wanted a beer and some solitude. they most definitely didn’t want to see each other.

a (very) belated exes on valentine’s day fic with a splash of national margarita day.

cs modern au / ~3,500 words / rated T / Now on AO3

February 14th

It’s really a little sickening all things considered. The chubby babies with wings and the hearts made out of lace and the flowers. The flowers that make her eyes water and her nose tickle from the pungent smell. And don’t even get her started on the cheesy cards and overpriced candy and the feelings. There’s a reason they also call it Single’s Awareness Day.

There’s no room for love when you’re drinking your second strawberry margarita a little after noon on a Tuesday.

Jesse’s Bar and Grill is just grubby enough to warrant such a promotion on a holiday - buy one tequila fueled mistake, get one free. So Emma calls in sick - she would undoubtedly be sick by the end of the day, so that wasn’t technically a lie - and ditches the paperwork for a more enjoyable companion.

She’s playing with the condensation dripping down the side of her mug, contemplating whether or not to get a basket of onion rings, when a moment of inconsequential chance changes everything.

A man walks into the bar.

Or more specifically, her ex-boyfriend walks into the bar.

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The signs as beautiful lyrics and lines from Ghost Quartet
  • aries: She wanted to hold his hand, so she wrote him a poem, signed it, and sealed it in a rice paper envelope with a lily for a stamp.
  • taurus: So the younger got drunk on whiskey and wine, screamed his name and it echoed through the pines.
  • gemini: But I will transcend and vomit this loser out of me. I will become the next big thing.
  • cancer: I will try to forgive myself for living in the dark, for my loss of wonder, for forgetting how to play.
  • leo: There’s a shock, there’s a stillness as the melody twists and zaps. And the air is full of diamonds.
  • virgo: Her spider web hair floating in front of her face.
  • libra: I used to run through the sand, campfire stars in the distance. And I’d gaze into the darkness and wonder about the void.
  • scorpio: I fell on the track, and everything slowed down, and all color got a little grey. (…) I tried to climb out for just a moment. But then I stopped. I stopped and listened to the train.
  • sagittarius: She believes in freshly washed linens, and flowers on the table, and buying used books full of marginalia. She believes in soul.
  • capricorn: The suspiciously lingering smile upon the lip, so terrible in death.
  • aquarius: Maybe he lost his way... Didn’t know he was dead, soul wasn’t at peace, had unfinished work to do, wanted to watch over someone, there’s all sorts of reasons...
  • pisces: And my heart leaps in my throat. I feel electric pulses in my fingertips.