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Der fensterlose Raum, lediglich eingerichtet mit zwei langen Bänken, Spinden an einer Wand und einer leeren Garderobe wirkte wie ein Bunker. Ein Ort der Ruhe inmitten eines Sturmes, der losbrechen würde, sobald man die Tür durchschreiten und sich hin zu dem hier nur gedämpft vernehmbaren Murmeln, Rufen und Pfiffen bewegen würde. Raus auf die Bühne, wo jeder einen sehen und hören, beurteilen und unterstützen würde. Zu einem Ort, der einem das Blaue vom Himmel lobte oder einen tief zu Fall bringen konnte, wenn man auch nur einen Fehler machte. Einen einzigen, der fatale Folgen haben konnte. Wegen der Kameras, die auf einen gerichtet waren und die jede einzelne Bewegung, die man tat aufzeichneten. Sie zeigten jeden Makel, konnten für Schlagzeilen in den Boulevardmedien sorgen oder für Disqualifikationen sorgen. Und jeder würde es mitbekommen. Nicht nur wegen der Plakate, die städteweit über das Land verteilt die großen Auftritte ankündigten. Die Auftritte zweier Personen, die nur 120 Meilen , knapp zwei Autostunden voneinander entfernt waren. Die eine umringt von Fans, der andere von Unterstützern und Gegnern umzingelt. Und doch standen sie beide auf einer Bühne, zeigten sich selbst und das Talent, durch das sie ihren Lebensunterhalt verdienten.
Während die weltweit gefeierte Popsängerin Elsie ein letztes Mal den Sitz ihres Bühnenoutfits überprüfte, mit dem sie in wenigen Minuten die Bühne des Los Angeles Memorial Coliseum betreten würde, justierte Artjom Kaminsky, seines Zeichens Trainer, ein letztes Mal den Sitz der fingerlosen Freefight Handschuhe seines Schützlings, seines Kämpfers in der UFC, Ultimate Fighting Championship, der sich am heutigen Abend den Champion Titel der Middleweight Division holen wollte. Jakow Raptor Chernykh.
Die Anspannung war deutlich spürbar. Die Aufregung vor dem großen Auftritt und der damit verbundenen Verantwortung, die man hauptsächlich sich selbst gegenüber innehatte, jedoch auch der, die man für sein Team, das hinter einem stand trug. Ob es sich nun um einstudierte Bühnenchoreografien oder monatelang trainierte Kampfstrategien, Schnelligkeit und Reflexe handelte, stellte da kaum einen Unterschied dar. Hinter beiden Szenarien steckten hauptsächlich viel Geld und die eigene Ehre, die man sich selbst versprach. Sowohl in Los Angeles, als auch in San Diego betraten heute zwei Größen auf ihre ganz eigene Bühne, die einen langen, teilweise beschwerlichen Weg hinter sich hatten, um dorthin zu kommen, wo sie heute standen.
“Du weißt, was du zu tun hast.”
Elsie hörte die Worte von ihrem Manager, dessen ordentlich gestriegeltes dunkles Haar und gleichzeitig blasses, hageres Gesicht wiederzuspiegeln schien, das ihm Profit wichtig war. Jakow hörte sie von seinem Trainer Artjom, vor ihm stehend, ihm ins Gesicht sehend, das fokussiert war und die innere Anspannung zeigte, die dem russisch-kasachischen MMA-Kämpfer innewohnte. Sie waren bereit. Sie waren beide kurz davor nach draußen zu gehen und konnten es nicht mehr erwarten, diese angestaute Energie, die das Lampenfieber verursachte, endlich raus zu lassen.
Zwei Welten in zwei benachbarten Großstädten, von denen weder die eine, noch die andere Seite dem jeweils anderen Event große Beachtung schenken würde. Kaum einem war die Popsängerin nicht bekannt, deren Stimme die Leute verzauberte und in ein Traumreich aus tiefgehenden Songtexten führte. Ihre Fans reichten von den Kleinsten bis zu den Ältesten und die Charts hatte sie schon lange erobert. Sie wurde geliebt und selbst die, die ihre Karriere und ihre Musik nicht aktiv verfolgten, kannten ihre Lieder. Selbst wenn man sie nicht mochte, konnte man dennoch bei ihren berühmtesten Songs mitsingen und hatte ihre Melodien so schnell im Ohr, dass Ohrwürmer unvermeidbar waren. Ihr Auftreten in der Öffentlichkeit war stets warm, freundlich und andere Celebreties wären froh, mit ihr befreundet zu sein. Sie galt als Everybodys Darling, einer irischen Stimme, die einen abholte und Trost und Ansporn bieten konnte. Ihre Fans veröffentlichten im Internet Fanfictions über sie und in der Vergangenheit war es nicht nur einmal vorgekommen, dass Stalker ihr aufgelauert waren. Über ihr stand ein Music Management mit weitreichender Macht und ein PR-Team, das mit allen Mitteln versuchte sämtliche Skandale von ihr fernzuhalten. Ihr Leben war kontrolliert. Bestimmt davon, dass wenn sie einen Fuß vor die Tür setzte, Paparrazi nicht weit entfernt waren und auf den perfekten oder beabsichtigt unperfekten Schnappschuss von ihr nur warteten.
MMA unterdessen eroberte zunehmend die Welt, war mit den Jahren immer bekannter geworden und Jakow Chernykh, der sich von ganz unten nach oben gekämpft hatte, war bereits jetzt eine lebende Legende in der Szene, hatte Fans und Hater, war berühmt berüchtigt für den Shittalk, den er außerhalb des Rings über seine Gegner von sich gab und galt im Oktagon als einer der besten Kämpfer, die die UFC zu bieten hatte. Einjeder von ihnen hatte Monate der Vorbereitung hinter sich. Während das Konzert in Los Angeles die neue Amerikatournee für Elsie startete und damit verbunden neue Choerografien einstudiert hatte, neue Songs für die Liveauftritte ausgearbeitet und bis zum Abwinken gesungen hatte, hatte sich Jakow gezielt auf den Kampf gegen den derzeitigen Middleweight Champion Conlin Kelly vorbereitet, seine Bewegungen und Kampfstrategien studiert und mit seinem Team darauf hingearbeitet, ihn endlich vom Thron zu stoßen. Er hielt bereits den Welterweight Gürtel in seinen Händen und nun würde er sich einen weiteren World Champion Titel holen. Doch das hatte eben auch Monate des peniblen Achtens auf Muskelaufbau, Gewicht und dem Vermeiden von Skandalen zur Folge gehabt und besonders Letzteres war für den Russen schon immer ein kleines Problem gewesen.
Das Stadion von Los Angeles und die Arena von San Diego verdunkelten sich, einzelne Lichter tanzten über die Zuschauerränge und die Bühnen, während sich Elsie und Jakow bereit stellten. Sie direkt neben der Bühne, wo das Publikum bereits jetzt dem Auftritt entgegen fieberte und er in einem Gang, der gefolgt von seinem Team direkt in die Arena zum Oktagon führen würde. Tiefer Bass ertönte, brachte die Menge zum Jubeln, die nun bemerkte, dass etwas vor sich ging.
“Schnapp ihn dir. Mach ihn fertig.” Artjom hatte das Gesicht seines angespannten, höchst fokussierten Kämpfers umfasst, sorgte dafür, dass er sich einen Moment lang nur auf seinen Trainer konzentrieren konnte. “Denk dran, Kelly ist groß, hat lange Arme. Bleib außer Reichweite, bis du dich reinkämpfen kannst. Geh auf den Körper. Bring ihn zu Boden. Lieber Submission als Knockout.” fasste er knapp die wichtigsten Punkte zusammen, auf die sie in den letzten Wochen gemeinsam hin trainiert hatten, dann ließ er ihn los und ihnen wurde ein Zeichen gegeben, dass der Russe nun in die Arena einlaufen konnte.
Die Mengen tobten. Als Elsie die Bühne betrat und ihre ersten Noten sang, jubelte das ganze Stadion. Fans kreischten, andere begannen bereits jetzt aus voller Kehle mitzusingen, während die Lichtshow die Hauptakteurin und ihre Tänzer in Szene setzte. Als der MMA-Kämpfer die Arena betrat, begrüßten ihn volle Zuschauerränge. Der Boden unter seinen Füßen schien zu vibrieren unter dem Jubel der Fans und gleichzeitig auch Buhrufen der Kelly-Supporter auf der anderen Seite, doch das nahm Jakow kaum wahr. Alles, an das er denken konnte war das, was vor ihm lag und das, was er hinter sich hatte. Er hob beide Arme, hielt in jeder Hand eine Flagge über sich, während er voranschritt. Die von Kasachstan und die von Russland. Beide seiner Heimaten vereint. Zu Ehren seiner Mutter und seines Vaters. Denn auch wenn er außerhalb des Oktagons das Maul weit aufriss, kämpfte er im Grunde genommen von Anfang an für sie. Die Rufe der Massen berauschten, wirkten wie hypnotisierend und sagten Elsie und Jakow, dass sie am richtigen Ort waren. Zur richtigen Zeit. Als Jascha das Oktagon betrat und dort auf den Titelverteidiger wartete. Das Publikum dürstete nach Blut und der Russe wollte den Sieg.
Zwei Welten, die unterschiedlicher nicht sein konnten und von denen die eine der anderen kaum Beachtung schenkte. Elsie’s Gesang bewegte die Mengen und deren Reaktionen somit sie. Das Dopamin griff nicht nur nach ihren Zuschauern, sondern auch nach ihr und brachten Erfüllung in dem, was sie tat. Sie berührte die Menschen und gab ihnen Hoffnung. Jascha’s Kampf war geprägt von Kontrolle bei etwas, das kaum als kontrollierbar galt. Die Gewalt rief in ihm einen ureigenen Überlebensinstinkt frei, durch den es nur noch ihn und seinen Gegner gab. Adrenalin ließ ihn den Schmerz bei jedem Schlag erst kaum spüren, auch wenn er durch jeden einzelnen davon angetrieben wurde. Er gab den Menschen das, was sie selbst niemals ausleben konnten, obwohl es doch jedem innewohnte.
Zwei Welten voller Gegensätze. Zwei Welten, die sich nicht vereinen lassen konnten.
Oder?
@ertraeumte
#next AU incoming?#yes it's some kind of taylor swift x travis kelce thing#things stuck in my head just need to be written#it has some kind of vibe tho
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he just has a stummy ache guys dw uvu /ns <3
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#SORRY ABOUT THE BAD PACING!!!#I just dont want this au to drag on#i wanna actually finish this lmao#so it may seem super fast paced#BUT YEAH!!#hmm next update might be a mikey solo one/ flashback? OO#splinter content incoming??#then raph :DD#so happy to draw my big rock boy#<3#tribbleart#rottmnt#rottmnt au#rottmnt comic#guardian au#rottmnt leo#rottmnt mikey#rottmnt fanart#rise of the tmnt
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Part 11
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#next part:#exposition#omg plot incoming#rottmnt#unmutated donnie au#rottmnt donnie#rottmnt donatello#rottmnt mikey#rottmnt michelangelo#rottmnt leo#rottmnt leonardo#rottmnt raphael#rottmnt raph#unmutated donnie comic
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who can solve my plot/character problem in the sylki con artists au so that i can continue writing it
#The Problem: AU Loki scams rich people so that I can make (gentle! wholesome!) fun of Fandom Suit Kink Classism#which i'd think would give him a fairly good criminal income?#however the plot requires him to be A Poor and desperate for money enough to take daft risks with these scams#so i need to drain that income continually in some way to leave him hoping that This Next Scam Will Solve All Our Problems Bro#(AU Thor is not convinced and has got himself a job instead)#anyway the obvious drain that suggests itself is a gambling problem but that feels way too serious for this fic#as well as likely impossible to fix in time for the Happy Ending#and so i am kind of stuck at this point#debt incurred by some previous less successful crime? an ironic “he spends it all on suits duh” self-inflicted-by-the-solution problem?#what do people with money do to lose that money?!! halp!!!#fic related#oh the shark has such teeth dear
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Been playing a lot of Cult of the Lamb lately, here’s an art of my in-game polyamorous genderfucky Butch Wife, Witness Bathin 💜
#cult of the lamb#witness bathin#artists on tumblr#fan art#new hyperfixation unlocked everyone say thank you bamsara#don’t worry I’ll still make other stuff#I’ve got an animatic for the Linda Cypher au in the works so look forward to that#I’ve just. You know. Also been gaming#would anyone be interested in watching streams of me gaming? been thinking of starting a new save file for that…#I’ve been having a blast and I wanna share that!!#as someone who is genderfucky poly and pan I love that this is a game that says poly rights#I finally beat Narinder and I’m like Hell Yeah#he was an instant convert too he’s so impressed by how well I’m running the cult it’s insane#haven’t married him in the game yet because like. we’re immortal. I wanna see where this slow burn tsundere storyline is going#but he’s still wearing the wedding dress#I love that Narinder can wear the wedding dress even before he’s married even though usually only spouses get to wear that#imma draw him next probably#or maybe my in game surrogate kids and grandkids? Maybe both!#my in game daughter got mcfuckin murdered and I revived her immediately buuuuuut I kinda wanna draw a comic of her meeting Narinder#also I FINALLY replaced my stylus tip so HOPEFULLY there’ll be a lot more art incoming!!#anyway#looney mooney rants#mooneyart#looney mooney art
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You guys aren't ready for these next few pages let me tell you...
#total drama#td gwen#total drama gwen#td au#total drama au#total drama supers au#I wanna just post the next 3 so badly but I need to keep the schedule so y'all get a sneak peek#Toxic Yuri incoming
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if horror game in horror genre, then why monster have scary face???? i want horror game!!! NO SCARY FACE!!!!!!!!! only horror game <3
#incoming ramble about scary faces in horror games spooking me too bad#just wish i could like listen to it like a podcast#i get this thing where a very particular genre of images#generally any scary character in analog horror will fit in that genre but yeah like big long distorted mouth realistic eyes usually#can be different tho#but yeah those images get stuck in my head and freak me out in a very intense instinctive almost like primal animalistic way#and when i say stuck in my head i mean i see them every time i close my eyes for hours on end after i so much as think about this image#i am not exaggerating when i say i see that image every time i blink#it’s not as bad if i’m just remembering it as opposed to having just seen it but it can be bad either way if i have a decent memory of it#and this causes intense paranoia#like yknow it’s behind me if my back is exposed it’s right in front of me if i’m in the dark it’s outside my window above my head etc etc#it’s really bad idk what’s going on with me but yeah it sucks bad dude i just have to avoid content like that at all costs#WHICH SUCKS SO MUCH#BC ANALOG HORROR ALWAYS HAS THE BESTTTTTT STORYLINES#IM SO MAD#THINGS LIKE THE MANDELA CATALOGS AND THE FUCKIN OTHER ONE YKNOW THE OTHER ONE HAS A H IN IT I THINK#SOUNDS SO INTERESTING STORY WISE#BUT I CANT FUCKING PLAY IT OR EVEN WATCH SOMEONE PLAY IT BC ID DRIVE MYSELF UP THE BLOODY WALL#EVEN THE MY LITTLE PONY INFECTION AU!!!!!!#I HAD TO BLOCK TAGS/KEYWORDS FOR MLP INFECTION ACROSS ALL PLATFORMS BC I GOT MY SHIT ROCKED BY TWILIGHT FUCKING SPARKLE#LITERALLY FURIOUS I LOVE THAT SHIT IT SOUNDS SO COOL BUT I CANT LOOK AT ANY ART FROM IT ON THE OFF CHANCE THAT IT GETS IN MY HEAD#ONCE I SAW A GOOD OMENS VIDEO AND IT WAS JUST A CUTE LITTLE DRAWING OF MURIEL!! CUTE SWEET PRECIOUS LITTLE OFFICER OF THE LAW!!!!#AND THEN AT THE END IT FLASHED A FRAME ALL CLOSE UP WITH THEIR FACE ALL TWISTED AND DISTORTED AND ELONGATED#SOILED MY BLOODY BREECHES I DID. CRAPPED MY BLASTED PANTALOONS I DID INDEED.#SAW THAT WRETCHED COP BEHIND MY EYELIDS FOR THE NEXT 45 MINUTES I DID.#THE WALTEN FILES THATS THE OTHER ONE#NO H IN IT#CANT WATCH IT YHO SO WHAT DO I CARE ABOUT THE H
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Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 4.5 // Part 5 // Part 6 //
Happy 2023 i hope i can finish this series sometime this year HAHAHAHA
#aesop carl#identity v#identity v embalmer#victor grantz#joseph desaulnier#identity v postman#identity v photographer#unconcerned comic#modern ghost au#activity will be extremely spotty now that work is starting in a couple days time#until i find the secret to work life balance. ill be putting the blog on hold#hopefully i have some doodles n dumb stuff to post#especially if theres no asks incoming#ill do my best to get the next few parts out as soon as i can#i really do want it to. materialize#i like reading my own comics ok. im my own biggest fan
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Yet ANOTHER addition to my modern au where Leia brings Han home and Anakin is very upset and overprotective and Leia is not having it and of course bc they’re skywalkers they have a huge argument in front of everyone that goes something like this:
Anakin: WHY DON’T YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH OBI-WAN?!?! HE DOESN’T LIKE THIS EITHER!!!!
Leia: BECAUSE UNCLE BEN DOESN’T HAVE A PROBLEM WITH ME DATING, HE JUST HAS A PROBLEM WITH ME DATING HAN!!!!
Anakin: THAT’S NOT TRUE
Literally everyone in the room, including Obi-Wan and Han: Yes it is
#Satine is sitting on the couch in the next room rubbing her temples and trying to ward off an incoming headache#Luke is sitting in gay silence eating popcorn and refusing to take sides#much to Han’s betrayal#Korkie and Ahsoka are vaguely amused#Padme is not#Cody and Rex are staying out of this thank you very much#star wars#sw#the clone wars#tcw#modern au#tcw modern au#i can’t remember how I tagged my other modern au posts
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So in my mind, the MCU has been in 2023 the entirety of the pandemic. With some spilling over into 2024, as in the case of Wakanda Forever, but nothing past that. So all storylines of Phase 4, with the exception of the 2016 prequel that is the Black Widow film, are just overlapping in those 20 months from Avengers 4. Was made to realise only recently that Cassandra Lang is in fact no longer 15, but closer in age to her future best friend Kate Bishop. She still look 15 though so I should probably pump my brakes on this. (...I say as if I did not already go ahead to Google the age difference between Jonathan Majors and Kathryn Newton for Phases 5 and 6 long term⌛⏳🌀💫.)
#My next Beauty and the Beast AU OTP incoming...#...and Kathryn Newton is living sunshine so also lends itself to Hades-Persephone dynamic.#That they consciously decided from the beginning to have MCU Cassie be a brunette instead of a blonde#is also going to drive home the Belle imagery for me.🥀#Gonna go with the ages of the actors as looks can be deceiving...#William Jackson Harper was rumoured to be Iron Lad in this and he is actually like 10 years older than Jonathan Majors?#Kathryn Newton was literally born on his 17th birthday so might be a bit much.#Not even going to pretend though as if I do not have predictable patterns.#Nathaniel Richards x Cassandra Lang#Kang the Conqueror x Cassandra Lang#Nathaniel x Cassandra#Kang x Cassandra#You come from above. Like him.#He will burn the world to find you.#Who?#The Conqueror
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@bodycontainsahumansoul ( continued from here )
While Noelle invoked the imagery of a snowy white mage, or almost holiday angel, Rudy was all Winter King in his attire. Almost, anyway. All he was missing was a crown and a sword...
Kris pauses as well when they see that pendant the monster man wore....where had he gotten that. The human didn’t like the look of what was inside of it-
“Where did you want to go?”
They ask, the HEART in Kris’ chest urging them on to add Rudy into their party.They had to keep him safe- and find out what was going on!
“Wherever, man!” Rudy chirped an answer at Kris’s question. Then, off he went, ahead of the human, literally “hopping to it,” as he stated. His hooves clopped against tile as he jogged with a hop and a skip every two steps. The freedom of being able to use his legs after days of bed confinement brought the old man nothing but child-like glee.
Unlike Noelle, who was all caution in her explorations of the Dark World, Rudy opted to throw it to the wind. Dream or not, he was happy not being hospital-bound, even if this Dark World gave a bit of a hospital vibe.
Rudy stopped not too far in front from Kris. The reindeer couldn’t help but snicker at the sight of the sudden sharp decline of the ground he narrowly avoided... resembling an adult-sized playground slide. Sloping, seemingly, to nowhere.
The slope was comprised of slick, slippery tiles that any hooved monster couldn’t walk across without much effort. “Well, if it ain’t my mortal enemy: waxed tile!” Rudy gave Kris a mischievous grin. What was there to lose? This was all a dream, anyways! Might as well go with the flow!
“Welp.” His mantle flapped as he threw up his gloved hands. “Surf’s up!” With a running start, he clacked onto the trail of sloped waxed tiles and slid down, down, down in a blur of red.
#reindeer dad [ ic ]#this aint hometown [ dark world au ]#bodycontainsahumansoul#creepy kid next door [ kris ]#ooc: hmm... sounds like you should make rudy join your party kris#wild buck incoming#think he was dodging bullets on his way down? lmao
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So my university is offering a workshop for early career researchers now in which they want to teach us how to change our attitude towards money and how to improve our time management in order to be able to get a second job besides our academic career.
Well, how about improving our working conditions instead? How about actually paying us enough money to live and offering contracts that last longer than just a couple of years? How about that? How about paying us more than 70€ a week for our teaching duties that can sometimes involve 10 hours/week of work? I know researchers at other universities who don’t get paid for teaching at all. How about employing us full-time and not just part-time, while expecting us to work full-time because the workload is too high to only work 20 hours anyway? I work weekends. I work nights. I work during my holidays. When I’m sick, I work from home. I don’t know where I’ll live in a year when my contract runs out. I don’t know how I’m going to pay my rent once I finish my PhD. And they have the nerve to tell me to work on my attitude towards money? I’m going to start throwing things.
#and the fact that the german government is currently very intent on actively making it worse for us still#i love science i'm good at science let me be a scientist#we need researchers but only the mad actually work as researchers because no one in their right mind would choose an academic career#it's difficult to find a more unstable job than this with SO MANY DOWNSIDES it's incredible there are still people choosing it#ey ich raste aus#ramblings#i'm still not over how little we get paid for teaching#that's below minimal income it's just utterly insane but we need to teach in order to be able to keep our job and get the next job
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To be fair, they’ve met a lot of Dippers in the past week, and some haven’t been so nice. First page here
More comics incoming! Thank you for all the love for this AU. I have all the lore locked in and I’m excited to share it with you. Get ready for some serious hurt/comfort.
Edit: Next page here.
#gravity falls#thirty more years au#gravityfallsau#gfau#gravity falls fanart#gf fanart#mabel pines#ford pines#stanford pines#grunkle ford#grunkle stanford#great uncle stanford#great uncle ford#dipper pines#pines family#gravity falls comic#pines twins
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theyre gonna be complete psychos im not even gonna lie, but theyre pscyho for eachother so its like totally okay!!!!! seonghwas priorities are,, flawed atm rehab is probably the last thing on his mind but yes he needs it HAHA
yes we all need yunho to lock in n get down to business seriously
GET HYPED FOR NEXT CHAPTER!!! it might make u cry and scream or wna call an ex or both depends hehe
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“ they say only the good die young, that just ain't right 'cause we're having too much fun, too much fun tonight ”
↳ synopsis: a group of individuals find that their first taste of freedom in the world brings more obstacles than expected. some of them, find solace by drowning in liquor or in the backseat of somebody else’s car. a lot of them have got to get their shit together. a lot of them won't.
mdni » story contains nsfw content intended for 18+ audiences pairings » member specific, not listed for spoiler purposes ↳ ateez x female reader, ateez x ateez ↳ genre » coming of age ↳ word count » 3.3k ↳ general warnings » substance abuse & consumption, sexual content, morally grey characters, unreliable narrators, internalised homophobia, angst, basically every struggle young adolescence can go through ↳ chapter warnings » description of sexual activity while under the influence of alcohol and drugs, mention of sexual activity being filmed (with dubious consent due to intoxication) ↳ a/n┆timeline clarification chapter one is the aftermath of the party that mg, wy, ys & san talk about going to in chapter two, and this chapter (three) is the actual party this story will contain many events that are written out of chronological order im sorry its who i am
03��the absolute fucking irony
College parties. Young adults burdened by the struggles of growing up with too much access to liquor and a whole lot of free will. Glass bottles litter the kitchen island, empty cans crushing under people’s shoes no matter where they step.
A certain variety of liquids have been splashed and spilt onto the floors, forming several small puddles. Every room is dimly lit, courtesy of the crappy party lights sending rays of colours out, splaying onto the crowds of people below. Columbia parties, where the music never stops blasting and the room can’t stop spinning.
Tonight is no different. You’re somewhere in there, lodged deep in the collection of sweaty intoxicated people just as fucked up with a cup in hand. Everyone rocks back and forth against each other, bass boosted music drowning out any audible voices. Some others are spread out, chatting, screaming, leaning on any available surface with their almost blacked out friends by their side.
Liquor is sloshing around in the guy’s cup in front of you, splashing onto your arm. Rolling your eyes, you turn away from him wiping your arm before downing the rest of your own cup. The songs playing blast into your ears almost deafeningly as you close your eyes, intoxication making your head spin.
You’ve been here for just over an hour, drinking, dancing, drinking some more. You’re five drinks deep now before opening your eyes to spot your friend. She’s tipsy too, talking to an equally wasted new friend of hers. That’s a lie, no talking is happening there. Definitely more than friends too. You call out her name, locking eyes with her through the crowd, shooting her a thumbs up.
Julie grins, playfully waving you off as she snakes her arms around the boy’s neck opposite to her. You can’t see his face, but you do have faith in her, she’s the picky type.
When the music changes to a slow song, you take a chance to get a breather, and a refill. Tumbling as you make your way to the kitchen you spot a familiar head of tousled brown hair. He’s on his phone, typing with one hand as he runs the other through his hair. He hasn’t spotted you yet, so you head over to the opposite side of the island shuffling through the glass bottles, making just enough noise for him to look up.
Like clockwork, he does and ushers you over with a brief tilt of his head. His teeth are on display as a sly grin plays on his lips. You give him one back, picking up an unopened bottle of Pink Whitney before you make your way over to him.
Setting your empty cup and the bottle down, you lean the side of your body into the counter to stabilise yourself. The marble is cold, pressing into your stomach yet you pay no mind to it. “Having fun?” He teases eyeing how you sway slowly, more than a little out of it. Your eyes are glazed over, and he gives you a once over before mirroring you, hip digging into the counter as he crosses his arms.
Kim Hongjoong, former pretentious rich kid turned even more pretentious angsty tortured artist. Most importantly your favorite dealer, and if it matters to anyone, an excellent fuck.
Several piercings decorate both of his ears, and a small but mighty metal ring is lodged in his lip; it shines despite the low lighting. His eyelashes are long, fanning over his bloodshot eyes. His hair is chopped roughly in the front, purposely grown out in the back. It suits him, his whole brand is that type of messy yet put together all the same. The effortless rockstar vibe if you will.
The speakers are still blaring off in the distance, but the kitchen is somewhat far enough that you only have to raise your voice a little to hear each other. “Definitely a whole lot more now,” you chide. He hums in agreement, hand finding its way to your waist as he leans behind you to grab a bottle off the shelf. The metal rings on his fingers are cold, but you lean into his touch regardless.
The proximity between you two closes in, a combination of woody and musky tones hits you, flooding your senses. It’s a mix of marijuana and, his cologne. It’s welcoming, familiar.
“You don’t look drunk enough to be here,” you poke a finger into his chest, leaning up to look at him. He shakes his head, mullet brushing against the collar of his jacket. Hongjoong’s hand leaves your waist as he moves to face the counter, twisting open the bottle as the seal pops quietly. “Night’s young, pretty,” Hongjoong jests, filling up his cup, “Don’t stress, I’ll catch up soon.” You nod, silently agreeing as you move to take his cup from his hands. He allows it, eyes never leaving yours as you take a sip from the drink. It burns a little at the start then it goes down easy. Fitting.
The liquid leaves a shine on your lips that catches the light. Hongjoong’s eyes flicker down, cursing under his breath quietly at the sight as you look up at him. Your lips always looked so enticing to him, and he can’t help but appreciate the view now. It’s also welcoming, and even more familiar.
Hongjoong maintains eye contact with you, holding up the bottle you brought over in his hands between the both of you. It’s a silent question. You scrunch your nose, accepting his offer while nudging your cup towards his direction on the counter.
You step away from each other as he refills your cup, not too far but just enough so you can continue drinking comfortably. The glass bottle clinks against the countertop when he sets it down, pushing it off to the side. You rest your forearm down to cradle your drink, feeling a warm hand creep its way on top of your empty one. His hand isn’t much bigger than yours, and you smile at the chipped polish on his pinkie. Next time the two of you meet, you’ll be sure to give it a fresh coat.
You turn your head to look back at him and find him doing the same. The music seems to fade as the two of you lock eyes before a small grin cracks out on his face, the hues of red and blue lights blend, purple cascading over his features instead. You huff out a small chuckle, breaking away from his gaze. You’re chewing on your bottom lip, eyes searching the crowd for Julie just as a new face approaches Hongjoong.
The boy glances at you momentarily, lifting his drink up to you before greeting the other opposite you. “Yo man, you got a new buyer out front.” Hongjoong nods, lips pressing into a thin line as he leans off the counter. His friend notes the hand that still hasn’t left yours, eyes gesturing between the two of you. Hongjoong winks in confirmation. When he looks back to you, he’s grabbing your wrist to pull you closer to him. Leaning in, he whispers, “Text me, yeah?”
His breath is hot, fanning on your face while his lips just barely drag over your cheek as he pulls back. It heats your whole body up even once he’s already left.
Yeosang escapes quickly from the blonde who had approached him, now entering the backyard of the house. Mingi and his new roommate haven’t arrived yet, and just as anticipated, Wooyoung’s got his tongue shoved down some girl’s throat against a wall already.
He’s nursing a cup of clear liquid that he thinks could be some form of cheap tequila, but he drinks almost anything (unlike Mingi, rich prick) so the thought is pushed aside. Unfortunately, it’s not just the drink leaving a bitter taste in his mouth.
Something about tonight isn’t clicking for him, the music isn’t quite right, and no one has piqued his interest to look at more than once. This weekend is being spent similar to the many before, and he would usually hope for it to end the same as well. Let Wooyoung loose to drink to his heart’s content, make sure he’s gotten more than comfortable with someone, then find his own someone for the night. Girls and guys alike have shot him subtle smiles and flirty waves, yet none are what he’s after.
By chance, it could have something to do with seeing his roommate with an arm slung around some girl. For the sake of his sanity and to not be a total buzzkill tonight, he’s pretending that’s not the case. Making another thought get pushed to the back of his mind.
Columbia parties also aren’t his usual go-to. The parties are fun don’t get him wrong, but only later in the night. It’s when the crowds really build, and he lets loose till he can’t feel his face. He’s arrived far too early, thanks to a certain someone. He curses Wooyoung for being too eager during their pregames, Yeosang hopes and prays for his friend’s hangover tomorrow to be an absolute bitch.
He spots a group of familiar people playing spin the bottle, but he doesn’t think he’s drunk enough for that yet. Yeosang feels a buzz in his pocket, taking another gulp before reaching for his phone.
mingi: san n i 2 mins away
pls tell me u n wy aren’t wasted already
yeosang: can’t say he isn’t
im ok tho
mingi: knew it , c u soon Yeosang continues scrolling through his notifications before a much taller figure appears next to him. He knows exactly who it is by height alone. Yeah, one hundred percent not nearly drunk enough to deal with this right now. Being drunk would also not help though. Yeosang wishes the boy was standing a little further away because he looks like a puppy right now. A really cute, really kissable drunk puppy.
His cheeks are tinged red and the tips of his ears match. Yunho grins, leaning close into the other’s face, pupils darting between his. Yeosang’s breath hitches, “Yunho, you good?” he asks, stepping backwards as quick as he can.
He nods slowly, “Mhm, doing great. What’s got you looking so down though?” Yunho singsongs, absentmindedly shuffling from foot to foot. Yeosang hums in response, “Just not feeling too great tonight.” Yunho tips his head back to finish off his drink, Adam’s apple bobbing. Hell, why does this guy have to be straight? Yeosang’s lost in thought before he hears Yunho retort, “Like what, no one to get your dick wet for you arrived yet?”
“Well, in another universe maybe!” Yeosang thinks to himself, instead he replies by shaking his head, hair covering his eyes slightly. This is not the type of conversation he wants to have with his roommate. He turns away from the boy to scan the crowds of people in front him, only to regret it when he spots the girl who was with Yunho earlier continuing to eye fuck him.
Before he has to make more small talk with him, he spots Mingi and who he assumes is San trailing behind him shuffling through the small groups in the backyard. Mingi’s eyes are wandering through the people, filtering for a familiar face.
Yeosang raises his hand up, giving a short whistle as he calls them over. Mingi was right, his new roommate is far from ugly. If his friend didn’t already have an obvious crush on the boy, Yeosang would not have been objected to having a taste of him, mostly to wash out the sour aftertaste someone’s mere presence has somehow brought him tonight.
“Yeo! ‘Sup, Yunho. This is the new roomie here,” Mingi pulls Yeosang into a side hug, patting him on the back. Yeosang raises his brows, shooting the boy a knowing look before whisper-yelling, “He is cute.” Mingi shushes him immediately as Yeosang turns back to the others. San stood further away finally steps forward towards the group. He waves to both of them, “San,” he tells them with a tightly lipped smile before looking around over each shoulder. The shy type, antsy. Cute.
Yeosang speaks up, “Hey San, did you um-” He holds up his own cup, “maybe want a drink or? Mingi’s been here before so he can take you to the kitchen, if you want.” The boy mentioned nods, “Yeah, c’mon,” going to move back towards the kitchen before San interjects, “I’ll uh, grab a drink in a bit. There’s someone I kind of need to look for first.” Mingi blinks slowly, furrowing his brows as he locks eyes with Yeosang.
San looks between the two, licking his lips as he stammers out a cue to leave.
“If you’re thirsty you can go ahead, I’ll catch up soon,” San’s voice trails off as he hurries off in another direction, leaving the three where they are. Yunho pays little mind, still dozed off with too many drinks in his system. Yeosang mouths, “You good?” towards Mingi just as he has to fling his arm out to catch his roommate who's starting to lose the ability to stand straight.
Mingi sighs, biting the inside of his cheek as he looks off into the crowd. He decides there in that moment, yes, he will in fact, be getting a drink. Yeosang catches the look of defeat in the boy’s eyes but before he can silently plead with his eyes for him to stay, Mingi is turned around already.
Yunho slings his arm around the younger’s shoulders, swaying them both to the slow song playing in the distance. He snickers to himself, shaking his head. Yeosang chews his bottom lip, “What’s so funny?” The boy shrugs, looking pointedly at Mingi disappearing into the crowd, head of black hair still peeking out above the others. “Isn’t San kind of oblivious, Mingi clearly wants to rip his clothes off.” Yeosang deadpans for a moment, the absolute fucking irony.
Seonghwa is more than a just little on edge right now. He’s just about to walk into a party that he knows he should not be at, first because he’s rostered for a shift tomorrow at the crack of dawn. Secondly, his friends are excruciatingly good at encouraging him to drink. Something he’d happily entertain even with the promise of a shitty hangover.
That was typically the case, right up until four hours ago when he knocked back the last few pills from his second script of oxy. Without counting how many to actually take.
And finally, he also kind of freaked out after actually seeing the now empty orange bottle, so he had texted his friends that he would be coming tonight after previously opting out. Not that he’s an addict or anything, but withdrawal can be a bitch, or so he’s heard. Anyways, that’s the background for why he’s standing in front of a fraternity house with some artsy alternative looking drug dealer, handing him a wad of cash.
The two of them talk for a bit, letting Seonghwa know he’ll throw in some free ecstasy just for his pretty face. The guy is pretty hot, so Seonghwa thanks him with a flirty smile as he shoves the plastic bags in his pocket.
If you aren’t too familiar with the wonderous world of opioids, specifically oxycodone, here’s the 101. Number one, only take it exactly as prescribed by a healthcare professional. Number two, never mix it with alcohol (or any other depressants for that matter).
His mind is on absolute overdrive right now, studying for exams, picking up extra shifts, he’s there early in the mornings and working closing ones too. The combination of these things are giving him a measly two to three hours of shut eye at most on the daily.
The party lights are beginning to flash in his eyes so much they’re seizure inducing and he’s ready to start drinking so every thought running in his mind just slows down. So he does. He starts slow, letting his friends fill his half empty cup of soda to the brim with vodka.
Eventually it gets to like, three quarters liquor then he decides to take a break. He’s not that irresponsible. Seonghwa knows he has to control himself. He’s also spitting complete bullshit if you couldn’t tell. Seonghwa had gone straight to shots after his solo cup had been emptied the first time. Alcohol doesn’t hit him too bad, but when the oxy does hit instead, it hits hard.
If he wasn’t so out of it, he’d probably be describing some pretty fucked sensory details right now. The party lights becoming brighter, but not hurting him anymore. The walls waving back and forth, starting to swirl. Or melt, the pills definitely kind of mess with some visual receptors if you can’t tell already.
Seonghwa lets out a small laugh as the music’s beat begins pounding in his chest. His breath staggers as the faces of the people surrounding him begin to blur and his arms and legs start to tingle a little. He’s happy, he feels okay now. Actually, wrong. It’s even better. He’s on top of the fucking world.
Whatever happened to Seonghwa from the moment his dopamine surged to the rest of the night can’t be recalled from memory now unfortunately. Fragments of his time at the party (and a personal, very private after party) however could instead be pieced together thanks to all the new photos and videos captured by his phone. It started off pretty tame, him screaming butchered versions of lyrics to songs, dancing and whatnot.
Then there’s a clip of a bathroom stall, white powdery lines on the metal toilet paper dispenser with some guy’s voice in the background. Then there was more dancing, which developed into PG-rated snippets of some form of grinding with a pretty boy who kind of reminds him of a puppy. Then as you continue to scroll you’ll find a video taken from the back camera, albeit a little shakily, of him walking down a faintly lit street hand-in-hand with who he thinks is the boy seen in the earlier videos.
They’re both extremely wasted, their words slurring as they stumble onto a familiar pathway that leads back to his dorm. (He also confirms both guys from the previous memories are the same person from his clothes and voice). It’s cute, in a way. They’re giggling and knocking into each other accidentally. The time stamps between that video, and the next few are just over ten minutes apart. The rest of the clips are short, but they paint the picture of their next encounters pretty effectively.
And that’s putting it lightly, Seonghwa basically made a fucking sex tape.
It’s lewd and provocative in every way, including anything and everything that a person could think of. Kissing, moaning, heavy breathing, broken gasps, his own high-pitched whining. The echoes of skin slapping against skin is apparent in almost all of them. The ones without it are replaced with the guy’s low, throaty groans. They were filmed by him too, pointing the back camera towards Seonghwa, who's looking up at him through a half-lidded gaze, awed expression as the boy swipes his thumb across his raw bitten lips.
The next morning, he wakes up naked to an empty bed. Once he finished watching over everything captured in his phone, Seonghwa puts them into the hidden album in his gallery. His hangover feels like hell, so he begins scrambling around his room to find his jeans discarded to the floor from last night’s shenanigans. There’s a messy pile of clothes (including what he wore the night before, still turned inside out from what assumes to be impatience) that he has to filter through before he finally does find them.
Digging his hand into every pocket, he manages to first find the fresh bag of oxy and with more searching, the other bag too. As expected from whatever the fuck he did last night, that one is definitely pretty empty.
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#lust for life au#atz#next chapter is honestly my fav so far#angst n heartbreak n yearning incoming#TY FOR THE REBLOGS#theyre so funny i cackle seeing them#sending love always
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Had a little comment thread on FB earlier today with a friend who said one of my older drawings can be made into tattoos, and that gave me the idea of repurposing the drawings - or, at least, parts of them - into sketches I can sell for a pop that can be taken to the parlor to be done.
Don't know when that'll be, but it's something I want to keep in mind for the future. I'll update this later on when I have things sorted out.
#i was also told my art style fits within the criteria of new school art#which i had never really given thought of until he mentioned it in a convo we had a while back#and ig new school art is one of the go-to styles that tattoo artists can use for sleeves and whatnot#i know next to nothing about how tattoos work#that don't involve tattoo parlor AUs lmao#might do designs for t-shirts and the like too#i've entertained the idea of doing comms for a while#and making an income from the art on the side#but i think it will be just as much of a while yet before i go ahead with it#b/c as much as i want it to making income on art is a massive struggle#so i think it will just work better as a small side gig#unless it blows up lol#which...i doubt it ever will but the internet is a strange place
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I'm getting flashbacks 🥴
#please let us go through i promise we'll play better next game#t: wwc 2023#g: aus v fra#durand masterclass incoming btw
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