#part 2/8

[fairyniceyeah]

🌹💙 Nauseous (Hajoon Series Part 2)

Part 1: Angel

Summary: Hajoon overhears a conversation between his members that wasn’t for his ears.

CW: low self-esteem

Background

You’re so blurry out of focus

Hajoon hadn’t even noticed he started crying until the water on his lips tasted salty. He tried to take a breath, distance himself from his thoughts, but instead he broke down sobbing. The hot water kept washing over him, like in any cliché scene in any K-drama. Only difference: This was real.

Hajoon bit on his fist in hopes to stifle the loudness of his sobs. He most certainly didn’t want any of the members banging on the door asking what was wrong. What would he even say? Sorry, I just don’t like being least liked, less liked than you? They might think him jealous, hate him for it. He couldn’t have that – he only had them.

When his tears finally stopped coming Hajoon was exhausted to the bone. He just wanted to lay down and sleep. So he quickly dressed himself in his pyjamas and walked towards his room. He hesitated. He probably should let them know he was going to sleep and not join them.

Woosung, Dojoon and Jaehyeong were laughing in the kitchen, sitting together and eating their take-out. Dojoon had curled up his legs on Hajoon’s seat as if hoping for him not to come. As soon as they saw him, their laughter vanished and Dojoon took down his feet. Six expectant eyes turned towards him and Hajoon did his best to not shrink under their mustering glances. He had interrupted their fun again.

“How are you feeling, Joon-ah?”, Jaehyeong asked, chopsticks half-way to his mouth, “do you want food? It’s no trouble.”

“No, thank you”, Hajoon said, “I just wanted to let you know I’m heading to bed.”

“Okay, feel better soon. Good night, sleep well”, Woosung replied, the others echoing the sentiment.

Cinnamon and sugar on your tongue

Yeah all of it is useless

No matter how drained Hajoon felt, he couldn’t sleep. He tossed and turned but whenever he fell asleep he jerked awake soon after. It was around two in the morning when he gave up. He went to use the bathroom, then walked to the kitchen to get himself a glass of water. Just as he reached for the cupboard he heard the voices of his members from the living room.

For a moment Hajoon was confused, it was the middle of the night after all. Then he remembered. They had a few free days starting tomorrow – today – and the others were probably celebrating their concert still.

He glanced into the room, trying to not be seen. Jaehyeong was sitting at one end of the couch, Woosung lying across it with his head on the maknae’s lap. Dojoon was sitting on the floor by Woosung’s feet, refilling their glassed of Soju. Yeah, they were celebrating without him.

“Hajoon”, Woosung said and the drummer started shaking. He didn’t want to be seen or interact. But he needn’t have worried. Woosung hadn’t noticed him at all.

“Did you notice something off about him today too?”, Woosung continued talking to the other members, “he made so many mistakes during the later half of the show and he seemed wrong afterwards.”

Hajoon pressed himself against the wall. He didn’t want to listen to them, spy on them but he couldn’t move. Why were they talking about him? Scratch that, he knew why. But … they never talked about members behind their back. Or was it just Hajoon they talked about secretly?

It was Dojoon’s voice that replied: “Yeah, I saw it too. He was acting weird. I didn’t like it at all. I dunno what made him spacey, it isn’t like him to make mistakes like that. I’m just glad Black Roses didn’t seem to notice.”

Ouch. On one hand he was glad. On the other it felt like they wanted to bury their shame aka Hajoon. But it was Jaehyeong’s words that made his stomach turn.

“I think a few noticed. I hope they don’t think he is dragging us down or something because of the mistakes tonight. It was basic notes that he fucked up.”

Spreading rumors talking ‘bout my life

I bet you feel fucking special

He couldn’t listen afterwards, his ears rushing with blood. His members, his friends, his brothers were really talking shit about him when he wasn’t there. It didn’t want to make sense in his minds. Were these really the same people who had been so worried and caring towards him earlier? Maybe they had just pretended to care. He tried to continue listening. Maybe it was all a big misunderstanding.

“Whatever it is, it can’t keep going on like this…”, Woosung said but getting so quiet towards the end that Hajoon didn’t catch what he said. It was enough.

Were they planning on getting rid of him? Would they really be so cruel to just throw him out of the group for a few mistakes? Or would they sit him down to talk and pretend to be kind and nice and everything and suggest he take some personal time to get better at his job?

It didn’t make sense. This distain couldn’t have started today but he couldn’t remember any instance where any of the members had been unkind to him. Like every week Woosung had taken him on a coffee date, having created a special ritual with every member. Jaehyeong had helped Hajoon with cooking and Dojoon had spent fifteen minutes helping him find his phone. They wouldn’t do that when they hated him, would they?

Yet, Hajoon didn’t think he would survive listening any longer. The members had made it clear he wasn’t welcome. His chest ached so badly he feared he might be having a heart attack. He might as well, it would probably hurt less than this heartbreak.

He stumbled back to his room, painfully colliding with the doorframe on the way in. His shoulder would probably bruise but he didn’t feel it. Once close enough, Hajoon fell forward onto his bed, burying his face in his pillow. He didn’t have any tears left inside him after earlier and since he didn’t even manage to replenish fluids just then, his head started to ache more.

He just trembled, the words flashing in his mind.

He was acting weird. I didn’t like it at all.

I hope they don’t think he is dragging us down or something because of the mistakes tonight. It was basic notes that he fucked up.

Whatever it is, it can’t keep going on like this…

It took some time until he felt present again, felt the ache in the back of his throat from dry crying and the pounding in his head. Hajoon rolled onto his back and stared into the darkness of his room.

Just the look and the sound of you

making me nauseous

It made him feel sick thinking about it, but he could understand why the members hated him.

Dojoon had been friends with Jaehyeong first when they met during busking. Later Hajoon had met Jaehyeong and they went busking together, to be joined by Dojoon again. At that point Hajoon had felt like Dojoon hadn’t really warmed up to him – probably feeling like Hajoon had stolen his friend. Three people was an odd number and Jaehyeong had often had to chose between them. Who he wanted to walk next to on narrow pavements, who to sit next to when eating and so forth.

Then Dojoon dragged Woosung with him, a friend of a friend. Despite Hajoon’s worries they had hit it off immediately. Well, Woosung and Jaehyeong had. At first Hajoon had barely spoken with their oldest, he was Dojoon’s and Jaehyeong’s friend after all. Then when Woosung and Jaehyeong started becoming their own team, Dojoon was stuck with boring Hajoon. No wonder he wasn’t happy about him, his presence. It must have sucked to be stuck to awkward Hajoon when he could have Woosung and Jaehyeong. He would have resented himself in that situation too.

For Woosung, he was the most extroverted person Hajoon knew. Sure, he had his quiet moments, but most of the time he was the loudest of them all. Actually, they were all loud – except Hajoon. Maybe he had been lost in the group’s progress, forgotten. Sometimes it felt hard for him to connect to his outgoing members, it was likely they felt the same way towards him. Woosung was so self-confident, so shining – he surely judged Hajoon for being so quiet, not understand how shyness worked. He didn’t think Woosung had ever had troubles speaking in front of a group, hated having the spotlight. Hajoon must feel as far away as Woosung’s open attitude felt to him. Maybe Woosung thought he was weak or pathetic, hiding behind his members.

Jaehyeong? He wasn’t actually sure what would make the maknae dislike him. Maybe he was just dragged along by the hyungs? But no, then he wouldn’t have said the stuff he had said. Perhaps he was jealous? Yes, that must be it. The members, and even the managers and the staff, joked often enough that Hajoon was the true maknae. After all he was shy, quiet, hiding behind his members. Jaehyeong was even called the mom of the group, he was the one cooking and caretaking. But if he felt like Hajoon was taking his title of maknae? No surprise if he hated him.

But they were all friends, brothers, right? Well, so had Hajoon thought. It seemed like he was wrong.

Tried to bring me down but I’m alive

Thank you for the recognition

Part 3: Eclipse

Masterlist links: Fairy's Full Masterlist Fairy's Masterlist - The Rose  

[mnemosyne-xiv]

"I heard you returned, but to see you in person still brings a smile to my face."

She turned at the familiar voice, the man barely more than a shifting shadow in the murky depths of her hazy, clouded vision.

"My friend, it's good to see you," Hien continued.

Remia felt a slight twitch in the corners of her lips. "Hello to you too, little lord. If you've come to ask about Isari, know the village is still in Kurobana's capable hands. And as for the abode entrusted to me on Mount Rokkon, Hancock is looking after things while I'm away."

Hien sighed. "I didn't seek you out only to talk of responsibilities. And if that was the case, I'd have little to complain about seeing as you've never once missed the opportunity to send back supplies and funds to go towards rebuilding efforts and upkeep."

"If not responsibility," she turned a little more so he could better see both of her eyes, "then why talk to me?"

"To catch up with a dear friend." Hien couldn't help but chuckle at her strange expression. "Even before when we stood opposite of one another, I always regarded you with the utmost respect. Now then, how about we talk over some fine food and drinks?"

She scoffed under her breath, facing the moonlight once more as she began to walk away. "I haven't yet paid off the tab Zero racked up in Kogane Dori so unless you're paying, little lord, I'll have to decline."

Hien easily matched her steps. "Well then, it's a good thing the bounties you took care of the other day just had their rewards increased."

"You can't raise the rewards for sake."

"I posted them, and I want to treat you for helping our people."

Remia stopped abruptly. "These are not our people," she murmured. "But, I suppose I can tolerate your company for a round of drinks."

She could picture his blinding smile from his tone alone. "Great. I'm sure Mitsuba will be more than eager to serve us! Come, my friend, for drinks await!"

[plesiosaurys]

getting emotional over footage of an amateur scuba diver interacting with a coelacanth. they are hunted by large deepwater predators, and here comes a large creature bearing the brightest lights it's ever seen, making strange noises, but it does not shy away. it hovers, calmly, as the diver reaches out and trails a hand down its back. im strongly against the anthropomorphizing of real life animals but the stupid emotional part of me loudly insists this is because it recognizes us, the alternating movements of its four paired limbs matching the diver's four paired limbs, & it is thinking, "hello, cousins, we missed you these 66 million years, it's so good to see you again. welcome back, welcome home."

[hinamie]

bunch of portraits

[ruporas]

captain's warm hugs! (id in alt)

[jvnart]

Pt. 1 of 2

Pt 2

Transcript under cut

Pakkun: what's the situation, boss

Kks: well-

Bisuke: HEY, GAIS HERE

Ninken, greeting gai!

Gai: (laughing) Hi, boys!

Pakkun: you should have seen this coming, kid

Kks: yeah yeah

Gai laughing

Pakkun: Hey, gai

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Lan Wangji Goes To Lotus Pier AU: Part 3: Enveloping Feelings.

(Part 1, Part 2, Part 4)

[bluevelvetea]

thirst trap pt. 1 (pt. 2)

[starrysharks]

splatoon twt just dropped this what the fuck?!?!!?!!!!!

[thevoidstaredback]

Every man has his breaking point. Danny's is just a bit higher than everyone else's because he's a king and has a high tolerance for absolute bull shit. No matter how strong that bar is, though, one can only bend so far before snapping.

Unfortunately for everyone around him, Danny has reached his breaking point.

"I wish I could get drunk," he stared into his drink longingly, "Or high. But mostly drunk."

"Why do ya say that?" Billy asked, tilting his head curiously to the left.

Danny sighed, "It's a long story."

"I've got time." he shrugged.

"Are ya sure?" Danny raised an eyebrow. "You don't think any emergencies are gonna crop up? Nothing you'll need to go take care of?"

Billy backed off a little, folding into his seat. "What're you talking about? I'm just some kid on the street. I ain't going anywhere."

Danny rolled his head from side to side. "Mostly, I'm talking about the JL meeting the both of us are gonna skip out on tonight."

"What-?"

"C'mon, Captain, it won't do to talk here," he stood, picking up his coffee and waiting for Billy to do the same.

Billy's eyes narrowed as he looked Danny up and down. "I don't recognise you," he whispered, "Who are you."

Danny produced another calling card from his sleeve as he sipped his drink, holding it in front of himself but not handing it over. When Billy was looking at it, he flipped it over. The white background turned matte black, all the runes in the Ouroboros turning so white that they glowed. The DP in the very middle tinted blue, pulsing with toxic green energy, slightly cold to the touch. The edges started to frost over.

Quickly, Billy pulled the card Danny had given him before from the inner pocket of his jacket. It, too, had changed to match the one Danny held, though there was no longer a DP in the middle. Instead, it said 'Phantom' in fancy calligraphy.

"No way," the kid muttered, his expression awestruck, "Phantom? That's you? No shit?"

Danny chuckled, tucking the card away again, "No shit, kid. Don't tell anyone, though. You're the only one who knows."

"Really?" he squeaked.

"Really."

***

Having someone know his whole story was refreshing, just as he's sure Billy felt good to have someone know his, too. That didn't stop him from feeling bad about dumping it all on the poor kid.

"I still wish I could get drunk," Phantom lamented."

Constantine looked up from the book he was reading. "You can't get drunk?"

"Nope."

"How'd ya figure that one out, kid?"

"Please don't call me a kid."

That's not good. The blond marked the page before setting the book to the side. Phantom had never actually asked him to stop calling him a kid. "What's wrong?" He didn't normally do the whole 'feelings' things, but the was an exception.

Phantom sighed long and sad. He didn't look up from the carpet. "I told you they were going to ask invasive questions."

"Who was it?" It was more of a demand then a question.

"Red Robin,"

"Red- I thought you would've skipped town when we were done there? I sure as hell did."

"I know you did, but I decided to stick around for a bit. Wander, y'know? Red Robin caught up to me and would leave me alone."

Oh, oh no. Those were tears. Were they? Yeah, shit, they are! John is not equipped to handle this!

Phantom sniffled. "He asked me how I died."

Fuck.

John Constantine is not easy to anger. Sure, he gets tired, and irritated, and a whole slew of emotions, but he is very slow to anger.

Phantom, he knows, is not a child. The ghost can very much take care of himself in basically every way one could think of. He saved the world on his own, several times, when he was fourteen. He became a King and Protector when he was fourteen. He died when he was fourteen.

Right now, all he could see was the child who hadn't ever been properly laid to rest. It was hard not to call Phantom a child when he seemed so small, seeking comfort from anyone. Phantom was crying. He'd retreated to the House and locked himself in Constantine's room, only talking when he was ready to, but he'd waited to cry.

Phantom didn't like crying. Every person in the JLD knew this.

No. John Constantine is not quick to anger, but he is scary when he reaches that point. Batman might be the night and vengeance and all that shit, but John Constantine was wrathful.

He sat beside Phantom and let the ghost lean into him and cry. He didn't like dealing with feelings, but this was a child in need of comfort and he was the only one around to offer it. "Do you really want me to stop calling you 'kid'?"

A sniffle and a small head shake. "No."

"Can I ask you a question?"

"...sure."

"How old are you really? As a ghost, not as a human or a halfa. How old are you?"

"Fourteen." he mumbled, "I'll never be any older than fourteen, John," he was getting a bit hysterical now, "I'll never be any older than fourteen! I-I died and-and now I have to rule and-and people keep asking and no one believes me and-!" A sob cut him off, heavy with grief and wet with tears. He cried for hours, giving up on trying to form words. Constantine let him, ignoring the wet patches on his shirt. Eventually, Phantom's sobs died down into hiccups. "I didn't...I'm- I'm sorry."

"It's alright, mate," he meant it, really and truly.

Phantom rubbed his eyes, "I'm gonna go hide somewhere."

"Not gonna share where?"

"No, I want to be alone for a while." He paused at the door, "Whatever you're gonna do, will you leave Captain Marvel out of it?"

Odd request, but, "Alright," he nodded, "I'll talk to the others." And by 'talk', he means lecture. There are boundaries that one shouldn't cross, and not asking the dead how they died should've been obvious! With his League issued communicator, John called an emergency meeting in one hour, required attendance, barring Captain Marvel. First things first, though, he needed to talk to Deadman.

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[kaszuma]

Certainly Yours | Hoshina Soshiro

Part 1 of "Certainly Yours"

pairing: Hoshina Soshiro × fem!reader

summary: you and soshiro had been friends for a while now. But sometimes he really tests those boundaries of his

warnings: none. Just light touches but nothing suggestive.

wc: 1,420

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note: first time writing for Hoshina. Sorry if there are inconsistencies or mistakes.

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Soshiro Hoshina had always been unreadable. Even in the most dire of circumstances, you were always one step behind at predicting the carefully planned steps he took whenever you had the chance of encountering him.

It was evident in the fact that his smile never seemed to reach the crinkles under his eyes. And that cat-like appearance of his, though slackened. Had always made you feel as if he had been observing things thoroughly from a distance. Watching with keen interest as if he knew more than he let others perceive him to know.

And today was no exception.

The constant proximity between each other had been…frustrating to say the least. Whether that would be brushing his shoulders against your own during official meetings. Or placing a steady hand on the small of your back as he moved across the very open spaces of the hallway. You couldn't help but sneak glances at the way his expression had not changed one bit. In fact, it looked rather bemused. As if ignorant to the little touches he'd stolen from you during work. Let alone the glances you two would share even when Captain Ashiro had been right in front of you. Discussing more important matters that surely the Vice Captain had not been listening to.

But to your surprise, he always did. And was usually the first to provide solutions whenever the captain would ask. Leaving you to be the one flustered as you had not been distracted by his knowing gaze.

Because of this, your mind was instantly on the lookout for his next scheme.

I mean who would blame you?

You couldn't help but think this was all another gimmick of his. Entertainment. Just like how he had taken interest in that new recruit they had gotten recently. His motivations are as sly as they are intriguing it seems. And the more you try to decipher his laid-back facade, the less information you get. Keeping his cards close to his chest, as usual.

The Vice Captain had always been like that. His earnesty was often hidden from prying eyes. Though very few were privy to it, there were only very few who were familiar to him. Even Okonogi; likely the one who stuck around with the two Captains, would just let out a sigh at his jubilant expressions.

It had only been a good few years since you had been deployed to work under the Defense Force. Tasked on maintaining the Combat Suits in the case that they needed upgrades, or maybe a few repairs. And since then, the Vice Captain of the Third Division's force had always hovered behind like a thorn on your side.

Close enough so that it's able to poke and scratch you, but far enough away that it doesn't overstay its welcome. Yet somehow you lingered for those touches to stay just a little longer.

His usual friendly quips and visits had been frequent. But they were always curt, his teasing would always leave you with heated cheeks before he would soon disappear as quickly as he came. Like a storm who came to pass by momentarily. He was sure to make a mess out of you.

But the tension had always been palpable between you and Soshiro. Especially now when he had just so happened to enter the premises of your Lab. Wearing that familiar Tight-fitting Combat Suit of his. Respiratory mask and all.

“Vice Captain.” you had smiled. “To what do I owe the pleasure of having you grace me with your presence.”

“Just a maintenance check.” He replied just as quickly. Making you raise a suspicious brow.

“Oh really?” You had moved away from the desk. Neatly brushing away the stack of blueprints that had been piling up. Likely a courtesy from Izumo Tech who were your previous employers. “What's wrong with the suit?”

Hoshina had not wasted a second to step much closer to you. And though normally you would feel a little giddy from his proximity, you wasted no effort to move closer yourself. Hand against the coarse texture of his Combat Suit that hugged the hard ridges of his body. Willingly searching around for any such deformities in the armor. As even the slightest malfunction can mean life or death for frontliners like him. But alas, no such cracks were found. Leaving you to stare at his unwavering eyes.

“I don't see anything wrong with it. Can you tell me anything specific that I can fix up?”

Soshiro had hummed for a moment. Taking his time as he pretended to be deep in thought.

“I guess there's none that I can think of.” Soshiro had let out a soft chuckle. And although the mask had covered half of his face, you could tell that grin of his was definitely there.

“What? Then why did you even come here?”

There was a beat of silence before he spoke again.

“Aren't I allowed to visit a friend?”

And you couldn't help but playfully roll your eyes. The clear faux reasoning of his was amusing at most. But it's definitely making you second guess yourself.

“Friend you say?” You had chuckled, leaning back on your chair whilst facing him. His form had towered over you who had been caged against the chair and his arms.

“First time I've heard of it.” You shrugged. More of a jest in your tone.

“Hey now, and here I thought we had something special.” He chuckled, displaying faux hurt.

And you couldn't help but be frustrated at the way he so meticulously words things.

Something special, huh?

If it were any girl, they'd probably start getting delusional from his words alone. But Soshiro was someone who had no trouble deceiving. Facades and all. And you knew better than to take his words at face value.

But if it were not a joke, then..

…

“Are we Friends?” You had asked again. Just to make sure that you had not been misunderstanding things.

And there was another moment of silence between both parties.

You didn't know exactly what came over you at the moment. It just blurted out, almost as if you had been so frustrated at the way he tiptoed around you. Any confrontation, any meaningful conversation would always be cut short as soon as it started.

And you wonder if you had made the mistake of mentioning the giant elephant in the room.

His expression is as unreadable as ever. And for a moment, you thought you had made a fool out of yourself. Maybe whatever hint he was playing at had all been in your head. As if you had convinced yourself somehow that his interest in you was something more. Something that could indeed grow special. But second-guessing is part of Soshiro's package. And you can't really trade one without the other.

And for a moment a sinking feeling had placed itself in the pit of your stomach. Like you had made a painfully unwise decision that would leave you embarrassed for the next seven years of your life.

But Hoshina had simply stared. It felt like only mere seconds before he leaned in. Hands gripping the arms of the chair you sat on. Effectively trapping you with his body. With no chance of escaping away from his answer.

And just as you are sandwiched between him and the back of the chair. His face had neared your ear. And you could hear the faint breaths from the mask he wore.

“I'm yours certainly. Whether you are mine is up to you.”

His voice had gone an octave lower. And it made you wonder if you were truly hearing him right.

Yeah, no. Friend was definitely not the right word for this. But the admission of it was harder to coax out of him than when you had internalized the thought. The only way to have him say it straight is if you yourself came in like a bull seeing red.

And you sigh at your own lack of subtlety. “Is that your way of asking me out?”

“Maybe.” The slight hesitation in his answer made you raise your brow at him. And you end up sighing, letting go of a breath you didn't know you were holding.

“Your delivery could use some work.”

“I know.” He spoke with an awkward smile. “Do I take that as a yes?”

You smiled. This time, intent on playing his game of cat and mouse. “Maybe.”

And god will you be the death of him.

[neptunechromo]

lots of jojo art from early this year + late last year ^_^

i will get back to our regularly scheduled object shows within the next few days lel...

[kficc]

a plane for all seasons..

[cordwaner]

I finally completed all Joestar portraits, yippie! Here are the others: Jojo risos

[clarkarts24]

Friday The 13th VHS Spines

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[paramasqueradeva]

The Chara Timeline Epi 6- 10 [Deltarune/Undertale Comic Dub]

(Collab W/ @washerpizza and Project Alpha )

Comic by: @lilybug-02