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[everydayau]

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[team-au]

Bronwyn Arms

The Residents are a faction of 13 rough-and-tumble scavengers living out of the Bronwyn Arms apartment building in the northwest corner of the city. The Residents are known throughout the city for their ruthless mentality as well as their inability to play nice with others.

While the other factions seem basically willing to follow the unspoken rules of the city, the Residents forge their own path (usually by force) and take the things they want. They're strong, their runners willing to venture far beyond the city limits to recover food and ammo, and most go to great lengths to avoid them entirely.

Primarily led by Tiffany and Yeonjun, and living inside the largest building amongst the factions, the Residents are an iron-clad and defense-focused group founded on one simple principle: do whatever you need to do to survive.

Taeyeon — armorer

Sunny — inventory manager

Tiffany — leader of the Residents

Hyoyeon — runner

Yuri — runner

Sooyoung — security/lookout/sniper

Yoona — ambassador

Seohyun — medic

Yeonjun — leader of the runners

Soobin — security/lookout

Beomgyu — repairs/building upkeep/maintenance

Taehyun — cook/pantry manager

Huening Kai — runner

[seullieverse]

Daily AU #1

Taeny Arknights AU, General, 600 words 09.06.2024 context: Tiffany is a vulpo noble, she got infected and ran away, Taeyeon is just an ursus commoner

this is an old something that was hidden on my folder for a long time that i never explored too much but wrote a bit more for @everydayau

"Why are you even hiding me?" Tiffany sighs, "you're always moody around me and complaining about everything."

Taeyeon looks up from her book, but doesn't speak. She’s not trying to make Tiffany feel uncomfortable and unwelcomed, but the way Taeyeon stays quiet and composed is enough to make her squirm in her seat.

She shows no signs of answering and Tiffany looks around the kitchen table nervously, scratching her skin, trying to concentrate on something else; she looks at the small chunk of crystals showing on her left thigh before she gives in, "I mean, you clearly hate me.”

Still no answer, Tiffany feels her stomach churning and blood boiling, “I’d never do it to you.”

"Do what?" Taeyeon keeps her impassive face, which only adds to the irrational rage.

Tiffany frowns, bothered, "Help you. If the tables were turned, I’d never help an infected."

"Maybe that's why I'm helping you," Taeyeon wrinkles her nose and closes her book, sliding it aside, finally expressing some degree of tiredness, "so I can be sure that I’m better than you."

The silence lingers around, and they fall into a staring contest, which Taeyeon wins the moment Tiffany shifts on her chair uncomfortably and scoffs.

She opens her mouth a couple of times, "So this is just a situation so you can feel superior?"

"Yes."

"You live in a cottage in the middle of nowhere," Tiffany starts, gesturing around at the dead trees at the window and thick layer of snow on the windowsill, "your parents are barely home and now you're also exposed to the infection because of me. I pity you."

Now Tiffany has hit a nerve, for Taeyeon straightens her back and stiffens her jaw, "at least I'm not hiding at some lowlife's house in fear of being thrown away by my own family. I'm sure my father would at least try to save me. I'd not be disposable, as it seems you were."

Tiffany closes her eyes. Taeyeon wasn't lying, and she deserved the retaliation to some degree, she started it anyway. Although she would argue about Taeyeon’s father, he didn't show any actual concern about his daughter, only a mouth more to feed with the small income he probably makes; Tiffany hears it sometimes, when he rarely arrives home and she has to hide inside Taeyeon’s room and be quiet. The walls are thin, she hears him ordering Taeyeon around and only keeping formalities before he sends her off to her room, voice thick with alcohol and steps heavy as he, too, walks to his own bedroom and comes out before the sun's even up, Tiffany’s seen the way Taeyeon enters the room and goes straight to bed without saying anything, suddenly exhausted and head hanging low, ashamed of her situation.

There's no reason to keep the argument, both are miserable, Tiffany notices Taeyeon shrinking a little into the chair. Taeyeon doesn't reach for her book and Tiffany keeps staring at her small patch of crystalized skin.

She touches the soft skin around, always afraid to touch directly into the black crystal, "I was lying. I'd help you now, you know," Tiffany whispers, still looking down. Taeyeon looks up, confused. "Right now, I wouldn't even hesitate to help you if the tables were turned."

Tiffany offers her a small smile, and Taeyeon fumbles to reach her book again and open into a random page to hide her face. Tiffany can't see her expression when Taeyeon replies, "well, now doesn't matter too much when you've already lost everything," and she notices that her flustered tone doesn't quite match her words.

[hwangalleryy]

THE SUBSTANCE

winter & taeyeon. status: doada.

[yumminyy]

© 17.12.24 — into the shadows

📍 obs: indisponível para doação

[veilyixing]

Hold Me

em caso de inspiração, me credite.

23/12/23 | ✎ pngs e psd: ﹫colour-source

[is2unny]

Título: Entre "te amo" e despedidas

Idol: Taeyeon e Tiffany

Apps: Pinterest e Ibis Paint X

Data: 21.1O.24

notas: depois de quase morrer de covid e dengue eu voltei 🙏

[chanyouchan]

⌕ entre guerras de filmes e romances

⚠ em caso de inspiração, me credite.

📆 07/08/23 | ✎ @mnini (psd)

[shibuinni3]

You Were Beautiful

13/02/24; Capa para futura doação.

Park Jinyoung e Kwon Yuri, Got7 e SNSD.

[telefany]

tenta acreditar - capa para uso pessoal - taeny

uma capa inspirada numa música que estou deveras viciado esses dias… Achei que a letra combinava com esse shipp, pois sou filho de um divórcio (que ainda não superei), é isso!

[flowercandy]

CP| Flores Brancas para Tae!

03.02.2024

[ Entrega para o @tteokdark-light ]

psd 7heaven cr. @colour-source

Em caso de inspirações me dê os créditos

[haus-of-wu-ao3]

fictober 2024 - day 9: don't listen to me, listen to them

summary:

taeyeon should be ecstatic about being named leader of the new team, but that's not the primary feeling that swirls in her gut. she calls on an old friend to get his perspective.

rating: teen and up audiences; no archive warnings apply

relationship: kim taeyeon & kim heechul

genre: magical realism, vignette

content warnings: none

[aitcport]

Serial Heartbreaker - disponível

[seullieverse]

we fall in love every weekend and swear it's forever

It’s a once-a-year-every-year summer-esque relationship they have going on. Taeyeon knows close to nothing about Sunny—she’s pretty sure, though, that Sunny knows more about her than she shows. They always cross paths at the week-long festivities at the small coastal city, being it completely accidental

(It’s the second time Sunny’s ever been to the festival at this city, Taeyeon’s glad she’s able to spot her in the middle of the crowd. She has an awfully improvised, falling apart mermaid costume; her face, shoulders and belly: all fully bare and full of silver and blue glitter, blue cellophane envelops her legs—Taeyeon knows everything will fall apart within minutes as she dances in the middle of the street, Sunny also knows this, she’s wearing a bikini top and shorts to prevent further problems.

Taeyeon lets the crowd lead and take her to Sunny. They fall into place, bodies glued and dancing together, too close than normal and without sharing a word, save for the lyrics being screamed from the top of their lungs. It’s all it takes before they fall again into their strange weekend-only once-a-year relationship where they exclusively kiss each other and spend their time together in Taeyeon’s small apartment and sharing her bed before going back to the street party and live shows.

However, every time Taeyeon sees Sunny so free in the crowd, dancing and singing with a cold beer in hand and sweat falling from her neck, she can’t help but wonder who she truly is outside of this context—Sunny’s day-to-day life, if she works or studies, works and studies—and every time Taeyeon forgets to ever ask about private lives, too busy enjoying the moment and each other.

By the last day, when Sunny enters the transfer bus to go back to her city, Taeyeon feels empty as she walks alongside the shore, regretting everything she couldn’t find it in herself to ask—phone number, social media accounts, if she likes her back—, only hoping to see her the next year.),

or programmed beforehand

(“Next year,” Sunny says, laughing a tad bit too drunk to remember even the next day. Pink-glittered body glowing under the moon and streetlamps at two in the morning, music still bumming behind them at the main square. It’s their last night together, walking side-by-side back to Taeyeon’s place, “let’s meet at the bar we first met. But only at the third day.”

Taeyeon can only laugh at Sunny’s slurring, she stopped doubting Sunny’s memory not long ago—after they met by chance at the fourth day and, in a drunken haze, saying she waited for her for two hours. She laughs bitterly now, meeting on third day means having their fun before the annual pretend relationship for two days.

It always reminds Taeyeon they’re strangers.

“Are you sure about it?” Taeyeon’s less inebriated, sober enough to not slur her words, drunk enough to talk without thinking, “You can always come before the carnival begins and we can spend time together.”

Sunny falls to her knees from laughing, holding her stomach as she tries to grasp the new idea, “But what’s the fun in it? We should enjoy the carnival as much as we can!”

They’re too drunk to properly think about it, Taeyeon only laughs, “You’re right, let’s just enjoy the moment,” they might forget about this night tomorrow, or at least pretend they never had, “How long has it been since we met?”

“Five years?” Sunny says as she opens her hostel’s door, they share a quick peck, “Or four, I don’t know.”

They wave goodbye and Taeyeon goes back to her small apartment alone.).

It’s always the same situation sooner or later: Sitting at the beach together, sharing a moment before going back to their respective lives and forget about this relationship. Their cosplays are falling apart around them, white feathers are missing from Taeyeon’s costume and sprinkled all over Sunny’s shoulders and stomach, sitting side by side on the sand.

They’re tiring faster, drinking less than what they used some years ago, it means more time being just the two of them without screams around. Taeyeon’s looking at the waves softly coming to the sand, all the sweat and glitter making them shine strangely. Sunny thinks about taking the feathers off her, but her arms hurt too much to make any effort.

“You’re not from here.”

Sunny’s brows furrow, “You already know that.”

“No, I mean,” Taeyeon stumbles, “where are you from? The big city?”

“Yeah,” Sunny answers, Taeyeon feels Sunny’s stare on her, she wonders if they’re going to kiss now, “why, though?”

They won’t, Sunny’s already on edge.

“I don’t know, curiosity,” Taeyeon pretends nonchalance, “you live in the capital, then?”

Sunny’s just confused now, “How do you know?”

Taeyeon draws shapes on the sand with her fingers, “You don’t know how to walk in the sand, it’s funny to watch you run.”

“Is it that obvious?” Sunny laughs along.

“A lot, actually!” Taeyeon raises from her place and dusts herself, “I’m tired, we should head back and sleep. I’ll have work tomorrow.”

Sunny accepts Taeyeon’s hand, and they organize their stuff to walk together, Taeyeon to her apartment, Sunny to her hostel. it’s close to each other, but Taeyeon makes the effort of walking three more blocks just for the company.

Taeyeon takes a deep breath as they near Sunny’s stop, “Don’t you think it’s time we share phone numbers?”

“If we meet tomorrow, we can,” Sunny turns to her, lazy smile on her face, “I’m not with my phone now. You know where I’ll be.”

“You’re not gonna invite me in?” Taeyeon jokes a little desperate—she knows, if they don’t sort whatever they have by now, Taeyeon will not be able to reach Sunny after her work, and another year will pass and they’ll only meet next March, and it’ll stay the same as the past years, “Don’t you wanna spend the last night together at least once?”

Sunny smiles sweetly. She looks down at the sidewalk, understanding everything that Taeyeon wants, “Do you really wanna have a long-distance relationship? I like how it is, a carnival fling.”

“But what if we want to take it somewhere else?”

Sunny gives her a sad smile, “This is just a carnival thing, we don’t need to make it something big, we enjoy each other every year and stay like this.”

“It ends here, then?” Taeyeon doesn’t know what she expected, she feels a void in her stomach, but there’s nothing of the raw feelings that tear her up from inside.

“You know that if I ever find someone, I’ll stop showing up.”

“Okay,” Taeyeon’s voice is strangely small, “it ends here, then.”

this is an old fanfic i wrote once, loosely based on Jão's song amor pirata

[daryj]

gee

feita em: 03.02.2024

#30MX30C - dia 6: música de k-pop mais ouvida do último mês.

obs: qualquer inspiração, credite-me, por favor!

spirit  ✩  port

[ifdimpeul]

✦ | 𝗣𝗘𝗗𝗜𝗗𝗢 𝗗𝗘 𝗖𝗔𝗣𝗔 — “As quatro estações de Kim Taeyeon” por analonggo.