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Yaoi/Shounen Ai Anime Recommendations Master Post

Hi everyone, so I’ve received at least three request so far for yaoi anime, BL anime, and underrated yaoi anime. I’m going to just wrap them all up into one giant post.

Those marked with (***) prior to the title are the more graphic recommendations on the list. 

Betrayal Knows My Name (9/10): Yuki is an orphan who is constantly plagued by mysterious dreams of magical confrontations and a beautiful yet mysterious man. One day he’s saved from danger and instantly thrust into a magical world with him as the center of the heroes. In all of his past lives he was born a woman and he was known as God’s Light. His power is conveyed through touch, and with the help of mighty warriors and the mysterious man from his dreams Yuki must save the world.  Supernatural, Mystery, Action, Romance, Magical Powers

Doukyuusei (10/10): Kusakabe is your average popular kid with colored hair, guitar skills, and a sudden interest in the boy who is top of the class. As their school prepares for their choral performance Kusakabe notices Sajou struggling and with his knowledge in music aims to help him out. As the seasons change so do their feelings. ~At first the art was a little weird, but I promise that it grows on you!~ Slice of life, School life, Music

Fake (8/10): Dee and Ryo are two American cops that are finally taking a vacation. Both of them have feelings for each other, but it’s difficult for them to come to terms with their feelings. However, when they go on vacation and people start getting kidnapped and murdered it’s up to the them to get to the bottom of it before one of them becomes a victim. Comedy, Police, Mystery

***Hey, Class President! (9/10): Chiga is a simple man. He has a crush on the Class President and wants to do everything in his power to keep the Class President out of trouble. So when an opening suddenly appears on the student council board Chiga finds himself taking up the role of Vice-President. Chiga finds himself protecting the Class President from train gropers and in-home rapist all while trying to convey his own feelings. Comedy, Drama, School Life, Slice of Life, Romance

***Hyakujitsu no Bara (Maiden Rose) (9/10): Forbidden love in every sense of the term. Taki is a beautiful prince seen as God’s pure vessel that will guide them to victory in the war. However, by his side is Klaus a soldier from the enemy country. As a secret from all, Klaus and Taki have shattered Taki’s purity with their love. This war will test their love, their pride, and their resolve to stay together. Drama, Historical, Romance, Mystery, War

Hybrid Child (10/10): A story of finding your love no matter the time period. Three couples share an interlocked story about machines called Hybrid Childs that grow from the love that they are given. Learn how these machines were created and the cost of letting them grow. Romance, Sci-Fi, Historical, Drama

***Ikoku Irokoi Romantan (Roman Holiday) (9/10): At his wife’s request Ranmaru agreed to get married on an extravagant cruise ship. However, the truth is that neither of them really want the wedding and his bride isn’t too fond of marrying into Ranmaru’s yakuza clan. After being kicked out of his room on his wedding night he finds himself sharing the bed with the captain of the ship, a handsome Italian gentleman named Al. When Ranmaru disembarks in Italy it looks like that will be the end of his relationship with Al until they keep finding each other, and soon their feelings can’t be ignored. Comedy, Drama, Gangs, Romance

Junjou Romantica (10/10): One of the most famous yaoi series of all time. This tells the story of three interlocking couples. The main couple is Misaki, a college student, and Usagi, a famous author. Misaki lost his family when he was young and the only family he has is his brother who is best friends with Usagi. Together they overcome loss and become stronger together. The other couples include an inspiring medical student and a heartbroken professor, and a divorced english professor and his ex-wife’s little brother. Romance, Comedy, Slice of life, Drama

In addition, this series recently got a third season with an updated art style!

***Kirepapa (8/10): Chisato is overly protective of his adorable son. So much so that he does everything in his power to drive his son’s friends away. However, the reason so many people flock to his son is not because they want to be friends, but because of Chisato‘s beautiful looks. Chisato remains unaware of this fact. After all of these years there is only one friend that remains by his son’s side, and Chisato wants nothing more than to get rid of the pest. He’s a stay at home author and admires a famous murder mystery author. Little does he know the books are written by his son’s friend based on his feelings towards Chisato. Comedy, Drama, Romance, Mystery

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Drunk Ramblings - Jeonghan’s Purple Rose

HUGE DISCLAIMER: I’m drunk while i write these please don’t hold me accountable.

sometimes you listen to purple rose and fall down a hole analyzing the lyrics and just start crying because they’re so perfect for jeonghan. I did a little reading based off the korean lyrics itself and not really the translations. i’ll do my best to explain my interpretations as even the korean lyrics are pretty symbolic and, imo, up for interpretation. and a full disclaimer i’m not 100% fluent so who knows this could be totally mislead. 

so what makes me love these lyrics especially is knowing that jeonghan wrote them with bumzu’s help. 

he relies a lot more on imagery than honestly any??? of their other songs?? do??? 

maybe i’m not remembering right, but like. 

he creates so many really beautiful, super visceral and compelling images that i can’t help but be super impressed by. 

and he’s super capable of these because of his air placements making him so hyper aware of his word choice, not to mention his libra placements that are so creatively intelligent that he simply knows how to stamp his own personal touch on everything his mind puts forth. 

libras are so creative and i feel like thats something that’s forgotten amongst all of that people pleasing libra hooplah  

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I haven't posted in a while, but please enjoy a process video and final product of jeongcheol keyrings I made!!

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shua ☆ left & right (full body cam) → for anonymous

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i 100000% needed this on loop

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English translations (note there may be translation errors):

SEVENTEEN SEUNGKWAN INSTRUCTION AND ACTIVITY REPORT. Hello, this is Pledis Entertainment. This is an announcement regarding the injury of SEVENTEEN member Seungkwan. Seungkwan recently suffered an ankle injury while practicing choreography and immediately visited the hospital to conduct medical treatment and a thorough examination. The exact name of the disease he was diagnosed with is a 'left ankle ligament rupture' and an operation was carried out last Saturday following a specialist's opinion that surgery was inevitable. Seungkwan is currently working hard to stabilize and recover after the surgery, and he plans to take a rest for a while and focus on his condition and recovery. In response, we will do our best to treat and rehabilitate Seungkwan in the future, and we would like to inform you in advance that Seungkwan will temporarily suspend his activities and focus only on recovery in order to protect the artists after today. SEVENTEEN is also planning to continue its activities with a 12-member system until Seungkwan recovers his health. We sincerely apologize for causing concern to our fans for the sudden news, and we will think of the artist's health as a top priority, and we will do our best to recover to a healthy appearance and meet our fans as soon as possible. I ask for your understanding and support. Thank you. PLEDIS ENTERTAINMENT

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chipped

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I’m posting spooky shit on ao3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20988035/chapters/49909178

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My youth is dwindling. I can feel it settling into the pit of my stomach and clawing at the back of my head like the slow rise of a rapturing headache. Riding in the backseat of a car as the crafted wire trees flicker in and out of my vision. Being incapable of forging my own thoughts and placing my decisions in the hands of those who have never been able to make their own. The words I want to say are like tiny refrigerator magnets, shifting themselves about to find a structure, a phrase that will sit better. Words that don't feel so fabricated. Like they aren't deliberate lies. Though those words are gluing my lips together. They are too shy to be spoken so here they sit in secret rattling around the vast space of my cluttered mind.

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I'm sad. I want Seventeen Theories/Observations

#seventeen

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Thank GOD for fanfiction. That way I can detach from my irl self AND my online self. Lol

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Lucky ✨

{An angsty word vomit based off of Britney Spears's lucky. Filtered through Jeonghan because why not. }

He's so lucky.

He's a star.

But he cries with a lonely heart thinking,

"If there's nothing missing in my life

Then why do these tears come at night?"

He's successful. So much so that all of the plans he'd made for himself were not only met but surpassed. Awards, fans, adoration flying in from every direction. He had it all.

But when the curtain closes, when the stadium's lights fade and he's off in a car with the patterns of the night sky flying by in a blur, what is left of him?

That person they see. The charismatic, bright eyed dreamer who pushes himself and beams even under pressure. That person stays at the stadium. He stays at the studio lot. That person gets left behind in the swirl of apathetic staff. He gets left in the photos of lurking cameras, faux personality captured as the perfect marionette.

But when he's away, when the eyes that surround him are of people much too occupied in their own lives, he is himself.

He is the wreck he doesn't want them to know he is. He is the lost one. So so so lost that lost became normal. And normal could not be found. This was who he really was. Deracinated, plucked straight from the roots that tethered him to the ground, Jeonghan wasn't who he wanted to be and definitely not who they thought he was.

He felt trapped. Everywhere he went. He was exhausted. He wanted someone to make the decisions for him, yet loathed his dependent personality. He wanted to thrive in this world, yet cower away from the scrutiny of it.

He wanted to be swept away in some big storm. A cleansing of himself. A fresh start. But knew that his leaving would have repercussions greater than he could comprehend. He felt guilty for feeling guilty. For having emotions. For ever becoming the person he became because every action he'd made attributed to how incredibly low he felt right now. Back then. Maybe forever.

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Little Boxes - Fifteen

A Jeonghceol Domestic AU where they live in suburbia with their six year old son Chan. Jeonghan is an active member of the PTA, a soccer dad and chauffeur, and a supportive parent all around. His loving husband cares deeply for his passions and will follow him to the end of the world if it keeps him and his family happy. Follow their journey as they get caught up in fun and zany adventures when they fall outside of the guide lines of your average neighbor. Don’t really know where I’m going with this, but I want to see how many different domestic prompts I can get out of this AU before I run out of steam.

First Chapter

Previous Chapter

In the distance there’s a slight hum. A dull whirring that stays on one continuous pitch like a nagging drone. It’s one you can ignore for a bit. It’s there, but your mind just hasn’t noticed. It’s the kind of sound that doesn’t grab your attention right away, not until someone points it out.

But then that hum grows louder. It gnaws and grates on your eardrums like the most offensive thing you’ve ever heard. It gets closer and more forceful, invading the peace you once had. And then it’s right by you, white noise drowning out anything but the sound of that obnoxious, throbbing hmmmmm.

Landscape Monday.

It is u͟n͟a͟r͟g͟u͟a͟b͟l͟y͟ Jeonghan’s most hated day of the week (underlined and bolded). Just thinking about it brings a pounding to his skull.

Monday is the chosen day that the entire neighborhood alights with grass cutting, weed whacking machinery. Their purpose is to shape up bushes, trim hedges, even out lawns, and get on Jeonghan’s last nerve apparently. It begins at 8 am every Monday. The quaint little suburban neighborhood they live in is punctual with its activities (unfortunately for him). Even down to the form and fashion of their grass cutting techniques, they strive for perfection.

A company is hired to maintain the “artistic integrity of higher living” they say in the monthly newsletter taped to their door. But Jeonghan knows that’s only code for “we need to appeal to the market”. And although grateful that he doesn’t have to drag the lawnmower back and forth with the summer sun burning his fair skin, Jeonghan absolutely despises the existence of this company for the sole reason of them ruining an entire morning for him. Once. A. Week. Maybe if they didn’t begin their work before he’s fully had time to relax from the morning rush of dropping Chan off during the school year. Or if they’d not take hours upon hours (late afternoon and they would still be going strong) to finish.

But here he is. In bed. Groaning for the fourth time since he noticed the damned buzzing.

 “I forget… this is why I don’t take Mondays off.” Seungcheol can’t ignore it either. His hand drags down his face making his frown droop.

Jeonghan rolls his eyes open. The frozen scowl on his own face can’t be masked no matter how hard he tries. Looking at his husband, he doesn’t seem to be holding up much better. Jeonghan’s always wondered how his pout can be so permanent even when he isn’t actively trying to convince someone to do something for him. It’s cute and maybe he wants to reach out and poke his puffy cheeks but he won’t. Instead, he lays on his stomach with half his face buried into the pillowcase.

Seungcheol stretches on his back. He stills after his joints pop a few times and turns to eye his husband. He looks just as groggy.

“Do they do this—”

“Every Monday.”

The humming began to grow quieter as if the growling monster was stalking away. They both relax into the bed, sighs matching each other.

Seungcheol rolls himself on his side mimicking Jeonghan’s position. He cradles his head in his own arm and nuzzles into it. Even if his eyes are squinted and sleep ridden, Jeonghan thinks they look pretty under the orange stream of light beaming through their sheer curtains. His long eyelashes are like fans as he blinks once, twice. Even the crust in the corner can’t deter Jeonghan from staring quietly at him. It was almost romantic as they lay in peace, the low buzz complacent in the furthest crevice of their minds.

 Brum-Brum-Brum-brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

 Jeonghan is transported straight back to hell, temporary silence long forgotten. No dewy brown eyes, big sweeping lashes or faint orange glow can distract him from the engine of a small motor winding back into full fruition. The metallic clang clashes with the thwip of the wire and the machine sputters to life. He can almost picture the exact scene with how LOUD they grate on his ears.

Jeonghan presses impossibly close to Seungcheol. Their legs naturally intertwine like missing pieces of a puzzle finding their purpose. His head steals the fold of his husband’s arm bringing their morning breathed faces too close for comfort. And then Jeonghan is pulling a stray pillow from somewhere behind him to shove against the other side of his head. Like this, he is sandwiched between Seungcheol’s arm pillow and an actual pillow and the sound goes muddled.

It does for a bit anyway. The sound cuts through his pillow like the weedwhacker does the grass. It sounds like the person cutting it is simply there to play a game of charades like he’s in the newest Star Wars movie swooshing his weapon through the air. He can’t believe there are actual twelve-hour ASMR videos of this noise. But also he can believe it because there are. He’s stumbled upon them once too many times while looking for clean with me motivational videos. (Also ASMR. Don’t judge him.)

Anyway, they’re not sleeping in any time today. He pushes away the pillow in frustration but stays glued to his spot, seeking purchase in the natural scent of Seungcheol and the warmth his body radiates. His chest is firm, his other arm pulling him tighter. With the arm under Jeonghan’s head and the other wrapping around his upper shoulder, the blaring of the landscapers don’t seem as bad anymore. Jeonghan snakes his arm around his waist and their cocoon of an embrace is nice amongst the background.

It’s short-lived when a seven-year-old comes hurdling—and he means hurdling into their room, flinging himself right in the middle of their pile and bumping his bony elbows into the softness of their flesh.

“It’s so LOUD!” Chan shouts, nestled now in between his parents. Jeonghan wants to comment on how he adds to the noise pollution but he doesn’t have the energy. The parents scoot apart and Chan lays defeated between them. Seungcheol starts stroking his messy hair out of his face. It’s been getting longer since summer break began. Chan still isn’t used to these Mondays since he’s usually in school at this hour.

 “Well I guess it’s time to get up since none of us can sleep anyway.” Seungcheol says the words like he speaks of regret yet his expression emits the calmest of pheromones, a gentle smile turning the natural downslope of his lips upward.

 Jeonghan thinks it’s okay this way too. He’s content to lay here a little longer just like this.

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Jeongcheol - Chemicals React (RANT on my ship)

No reason to write this. I’m just feeling emotions~

There’s a song by Aly & AJ called chemicals react and for some reason I keep picturing it as the soundtrack of Jeongcheol’s life. It’s a song that basically describes two different people at opposite ends of a spectrum. They have differences, they have ups and downs, but by fate they’re somehow still connected.

“You make me feel out of my element like I’m walking on broken glass. Like my world’s spinning in slow motion and you’re moving too fast.” I know we joked about the new meme of the century and how Jeonghan and Seungcheol both missed the hand clap in KCON LA’s Hit performance (https://twitter.com/i/status/1163386759784198144). Not only were they meters apart but on entirely different beats. They missed this opportunity by several different means and it’s funny but also... it makes me think. Many describe this as Jeongcheol dynamics. How there is the chance between them, but their timing is off. Or they both put in effort and still somehow don’t intersect paths. This line about a slow motion world in contradiction to someone moving too quickly reminds me of the same thing. Moments when they are inches apart yet feel like they’re in two different rooms. Times where they are looking in each other’s direction but glancing right past. It’s undeniable. It was like this for a long while (to the outsider). Like they were avoiding each other or going out there way to not interact.

“The planets all aligned when you looked into my eyes and just like that, the chemical react.”

And then one day it wasn’t. Like the stars and the moon and the universe all concluded that whatever anti-magnetic field they were in was too much. They came back together like nothing had changed. No time had passed and they were just two different people living together as opposed to apart. And maybe this may sound delusional or dramatic af, but I really feel like whatever relationship they have (platonic or not) is really astronomical. There is an energy floating between them. One we can’t see, but it draws us stans to them, it draws them to each other. And all members in Seventeen are connected by some means of the universe. But for Jeongcheol I really feel it’s a chemistry that is unique and like no other. Jeonghan’s shy introvertedness against Cheol’s loud ambition. And other times it is the complete opposite and Jeonghan takes that vocal, confident role and Seungcheol is the one shying away. They really are like pieces of a really beautiful and abstract puzzle and I love both of them with all my heart. AHHHH I just needed to rantttttt. 

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right in front of soonyoung’s salad…