#sneak peek?

[sarathrwizard]

Say hello to my little friend! >:)

WARNING, If you don't like disturbing stuff, then don't look... ⬇

Hello! •u•

Definitely won't be attacking Leo!

[tippedarrows]

Hi!

I know I haven't been incredibly active.. I've been busy with life! I've also been cooking, I guess? I will get to asks in due time! hehe ☆

Take this!

[boozye]

[dayeongi]

Please don't repost or modify without my consent 💖

[shinycupcakebaker]

Did a bit of writing tonight. Just a few paragraphs of my Bob Floyd x reader fic. Should I give a sneak peek of what I have written so far?? 😁😁

I need some encouragement to keep this flow lol. I know where this fic is gonna go but sometimes I feel like my writing is shit. That what I am trying to convey sounds like I am trying too hard to sounds smart (if that made any sense at all lol)

[atherix]

No thoughts head empty, only looking at the new chapters like ʘ⁠‿⁠ʘ

:D Next on the agenda...

:)

[helenofsimblr]

Bob's Daughters

[buckysforeverprincess]

I’ve been kinda sorta writing. There’s a series in my drafts I’m working on. Temped to give a sneak peek to see what y’all think. Bucky x Reader and full of angst. Thoughts?

[crazytiger6]

I recolored mew’s emerald sprite to be µ-0

I’ll be setting it as my twitter profile picture later today

No hoodie for this though, I don’t know how to pixel art well enough for that

[myimaginedcorner]

SPOILERS. MAYBE.

Ah, I hope Healers and Negotiators will appreciate the battle outcomes that I've given them this chapter...

Negotiators, you finally have a positive say in what's to come!

Or... quite a negative one. Your call, really.

Everyone else... I hope I haven't made it *too* angsty.

Hehe~

[sophluorescentmusing]

DOG GOSPEL (?)

The weight of the pendant on his chest only becomes noticeable in moments of suspension, when nothing is set to stone and everything stands to collapse. Baekhyun’s thumb passes across the heavy, golden face of it—his print feels the grooves of its engraving—and watches as his step-brother greets Se Horangi’s Jung Jaesang with a distinctly false smile. He’ll be feeling slighted (Baekhyun knows him well), but he’d be a fool to make a scene, not after the gift Se Horangi bestowed upon him.

The decision for Baekhyun’s senior to assume his father’s position, regardless of actual birthright, is one that has not affected Baekhyun’s mood. It is not that he is disinterested in the organization, nor that he feels any sort of derision for Hayan Dal-pa, but when the mechanisms of this great hydra begin moving all at once it is time to pay attention, to duck one’s head, and to wait to see how it will ride out. Baekhyun might have a personal-ego about himself, an interior understanding that he can (and one day, will) outwit Baekbeom at his own game, but like his brother… he is not stupid. He knows when to recognize what is within his hands, and what is not.

Hwang Daesik stands at his back. His thumb is wrapped over the lip of his plate and his thick, ringed fingers splay across the bottom of it. He’s eating, because if he’s not eating he’d be talking and the things he’d like to say would have Baekbeom splitting his skull right outside of the building door.

Considering it’s a funeral home, Baekhyun can’t help but think it’s fitting. 

“How long will we have to stay here?” His mother stands at his side, even though she was the woman scorned. Her lash-line is thick with unshed tears, but her lips do not tremble and he will pretend as if her hands are just as steadfast (they are not). A flash of guilt runs through him at asking the question in the first place, but it just as easily succumbs beneath a wave of anger. 

His father was not cruel to him. Never.

Nor did he ever raise a hand to his mother.

But, he scorned her. He disrespected her.

All for the politics.

“Once Baekbeom leaves.” Kang Sang-mi will not allow her son to chance his brother’s ire; she will not allow her son to die for something foolish. “Will you be remaining in Busan?” She has floated her own ideas, all of which involve moving back to Bucheon, where Baekhyun was born (though he doesn’t remember the neighborhood and would never call it his birthplace). He has not decided one way or another. He thinks that moving back home with ensure his getting killed, and will put his mother in the crossfire.

Staying close is almost as certain a death, but she will be left to her own. “I’ll be staying,” he says slowly. “Baekbeom has promised to show me the business.” Nevermind that Baekhyun already understands the business. He was tolerant of his father, up until he treated Baekhyun’s mother as he did. He learned the business like he would inherit it. If he were a few years older, it is likely he would have inherited it, regardless of Baekbeom’s own closeness to the Byun patriarch. 

“So he says.” Sang-mi understands danger. She also understands her son; his need to try and protect her. She’ll allow it too; it is part of his growing up. “You’ll visit.” She doesn’t say this like a question, nor like a command. It is a statement of fact—a close understanding of what will happen based off of what she already knows of her son.

Baekhyun nods, rocking on the balls of his feet, then stepping into motion. He weaves through black-suited bodies, ignoring each hand that reaches out in fealty. The casket lies beyond each of these soldiers. Its cushioned interior is revealed by the open lid, and as Baekhyun strides more closely, he follows the quilting down into the bed of the coffin.

The mortician did well cleaning the old man up, but make-up cannot easily hide the injuries one knows to look for. Baekhyun had been in the car as his father bled. He’d been in the car as it crashed. He’d been plucked from it like a stray cat from a gutter—wet with rain, motor oil, and screaming like his life depended on it—and brought past the body (as they bagged it) on a gurney that rattled across the asphalt. Not that Baekhyun had needed it. He’d been unscathed in both altercation and accident.

“You almost can’t tell.” Baekbeom is too loud for the circumstances. His voice grates on Baekhyun’s nerves, fraying the patience he’s kept wrapped around himself for the entirety of the proceedings so far. “Don’t look so hard.”

“Fuck off,” Baekhyun drawls, rolling his eyes. “Junhee’s looking for you.” He jerks his head towards the waspy-woman standing in their peripheral. He doesn’t say anything else to his brother. 

Baekbeom’s hand closes around Baekhyun’s bicep: “Watch your tongue, little brother.” The threat falls flat. Baekhyun has nothing more to fear than he already does. He’s almost resigned himself to his fate anyway. His lip quirks into a semblance of a smile and he watches as Baekbeom retreats towards his own mother. A trio of mourners descend upon the two of them (Baekhyun is not unhappy to be recognized as the more unapproachable son, not if that is how strangers treat Baekbeom).

His attention returns to the casket. 

He steps closer to it. Places his hand on the side.

The wood feels strong (strong enough to hold beneath the weight of the world?) and sturdy. The scent of flowers and perfume wafts up at him—cologne too, the one his father often wore. Baekhyun can almost imagine his eyes blinking open. He can almost imagine the man crawling out of the case. But he will not. What is dead tends to stay dead. Baekhyun stews in conflict for a minute, then another, and another. He hears mourners passing behind him, murmuring about his place before a dead man, but it is secondary to the thoughts whirling through his head.

He reaches into the casket. His manicured nails scrape metal, then his fingers close around the pendant resting on his father’s own chest. A golden scapular means nothing—the Madonna promise does not extend to those engraved for appearances.

Baekhyun considers the medal, the man wearing it. 

Then, he tugs with a pitiful amount of force.

And the chain breaks.

[lomagnes]

[ryuuna]

season 2 S O O N

[nicholejonesandfamily]

[thepomniplush]

Pomni?

......

Pomni? Jax? Where are you guys?

.....

Gangle?

Kinger? Zooble?

Jax?

Hello?

Why does this void seem so long....