#sorry anon i'm such a trash please forgive my answer

[haenyan]

please, your answer about markhyuck was really interesting, if you have more to say (and only if you want of course) please say it! i love reading that kind of answers and see people have differente ideas (confrontation is beatiful) but there's not lot of people discussing it on tumblr... or maybe i'm following the wrong tags? lol so i'd like to read more of your opinion about markhyuck (sorry for bad english)

Really? haha I do have a LOT to say regarding assumptions, but based on marketing, advertising, and publication views - which is really a big deal in entertainment industry. (I learned a bit of idol marketing from my professor thanks prof) so… yeah… sorry if my opinion is a bit technical. Your English is perfectly fine, unlike mine who always has grammatical errors ;_;

Hm?? Maybe… what should the tag be?? :o

It’s very long!!!!!!! I’m sorry!!

Shall we talk about Markhyuck again???? o-okay

Y’all agree if I say that our perception of something is based on what we see, yes? So SM has been exposing us the cutesy best-friend-forever MarkHyuck since SM Rookies, which is cool. And what you often see is (or was) Donghyuk being clingy to Mark. That shaped our thinking into ‘so Donghyuk needs Mark!’ or something around that. So people like that idea (you can see it on the tags, text posts, fanfics, whatever). By the time went by, things changed. Such as:

Less content we anticipate to see (means: less Markhyuck)

Events we don’t expect to happen (or Mark has so many schedules, but not Haechan ha ha ha *a bit salty abt this*)

New content to be explored (Mark interacting with other ppl such as HSR contestants, Haechan interacting with Seungkwan or Doyoung)

Thus, creating all of these… assumptions. (Donghyuk being jealous, Markhyuck don’t care about each other, and so on. idk)

Of course it happens in EVERY fandom!! It normal for human to make assumptions. BUT These kind of assumptions are what we need to… lessen?

Like, it’s okay to be ‘He seem sad’ ‘He seem happy’, that kind of assumptions. But taking it too far to the point where we question things behind the camera? Boy, I think we could never do that. We know nothing. They are literally some people we see through the screen. What could we know?? (But if you’re a psychologist, expression reader, or something around that, I can’t say anything. You’re the master.)

Back to Markhyuck. Although the content has to be triggered by Donghyuk (him being savage and dramatic to Mark) to happen (due to Mark’s trait), we get the feel of ‘The Best Bud™’from Markhyuck content, thanks to SM’s way to promote them. The problem might be this;

We saw too many of Donghyuk smiling when promoting with Mark, or interacting with Mark. Generally, Donghyuk seemed excited and happy to see Mark. (It was even in the Coca-Cola song) That indirectly got us into the thinking of ‘Donghyuk is in love with Mark’ or some shit like that. This may sound like a bullshit, but that’s how perception works. And people went on and on with that.

Yet Mark always being promoted so people are so into Mark, they’re attached to him. We see so many Marks to the point that when another member were seen around him, that member could be considered being promoted by the presence of Mark Lee. Nice, isn’t it?

So it hit me. When I was answering the anon from this ask, it suddenly made me think that Haechan HAS to be with Mark to be known. Like, Haechan is not completed unless he is seen interacting with Mark Lee, that kind of thinking. That’s what Markhyuk means to some (maybe majority?) of the fandom. So basically when Mark is alone, it’s perfectly fine but not Haechan. He can’t be independently promoting NCT. And it’s ALL ABOUT MARK. my god… Well, that might be SM’s fault too. Focusing on Mark. All the time. Ya. And that’s what happening to Markhyuck now. People will concern about it when Mark looks unsatisfied, but not Donghyuk. *sobs*

Because for me their off-camera relationship is their private life, and I always try to refrain myself to think until that extend of caring an idol. I would be lying if it didn’t slip into my mind. Tbh I got bothered at first when I started to see less of Markhyuck, like, omg is Donghyuk okay, is he fine being left by Mark, is he lonely, that kind of questions. And then when Doyoung publicly shown his care to Donghyuk, I realized that, well, there are other members in the dorm, school friends, his mom (especially his mom LOL).

So I started to train myself to think that he’s okay, he’s Haechan, he’s good on his own. As long SM shows us that he’s okay, I should not be worried. (except if he tries to say or state something in public, I will be horrified)

And that’s it.I think Markhyuck is a plus content of Donghyuk. I don’t think about Markhyuck that much right now, it’s just like ‘Oh they did cute things together~’ and period. No further assumptions, no feelings were hurt or whatever. I even feel happier when SM posts his own selca, without other member.

Because my main source of happiness from NCT is Lee Donghyuk a.k.a Haechan, the shining prince~

[monstersandmaw]

Hey Ghostie. How did you get started first making your resin pieces? Did you go to Art School? Sorry if this is too personal, please delete it if it is.

Hello, dear Anon! I don't mind answering this at all, but I appreciate your asking because I know not everyone is comfortable mixing personal and tumblr life.

I didn't go to an art school as such, but after I finished my undergrad, I worked in a museum as a research assistant for a while, and got talking about conservation of objects. Long story short, I did a masters in metalwork conservation, loved making stuff more than conserving stuff, worked for the guy who did all the weapons and black powder stuff for Black Sails (and Sharpe, but that's a dated reference), but couldn't get a job when I finished my masters because there are about a billion applicants for a single role in London (did work at the British Museum for a bit though!), gave up trying to get a full time job in the heritage sector after two years of soul-destroying online applications, and a near-complete mental breakdown, nearly got taken on as an apprentice to a master Japanese metalworker here in the UK but the logistics of it wouldn't have worked and I cried for a week solid when we came to that realisation, but then I decided to try making and writing full time instead...

...And now I'm writing monster romances and hawking my resin wares on Tumblr like a desperate little trash gremlin with no shame.

2/10 would not recommend doing this if you don't have a partner with a stable job who's willing to support your crazy ventures and see you happy, and it will take a huge toll on your mental health, but hey, I'm here now and I'm doing my best and trying to make a go of Etsy too. shameless plug forgive me.

[magnusbane-lightwood]

It's me again :D 1. How seriously amazing is your header? I'm so very in love with it, I've been staring at your tumblr page for 5 minutes :DDD 2. I've started to read your number prompts and they are all so cute

And for the anon who asked: Can I have 17 written?Hi sweetie!

First of all: THANK YOU SO MUCH! Seriously, I tend to go back to this message and just get this incredibly goofy smile on my face. You’re seriously so damn sweet, thank you so much for, well for liking the things I write basically. It seriously means the world.

Second of all: This one got really long and since my day fucked up entirely and I won’t have time to write the last 1000 words right now, I thought I’d post it in chapters (hopefully I’ll be able to post chapter two tomorrow - since it’s almost finished - so you won’t have to wait long at all, please forgive me!)

Anyway, here’s chapter one! I hope it was at least somewhat along the lines of what you wanted (It takes place in the shadow-world still, but in this story Magnus and Alec didn’t meet because of Clary…):

You can read it on AO3 HERE if you’d like to!

17. “Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while…”

Isabelle frowned when she walked into the dark loft. Magnus and her had decided to meet up for lunch two hours prior and when the warlock hadn’t shown up, Isabelle had assumed he’d gotten caught up in work and forgotten about the time again. So she’d gone to his apartment to find him, but seeing the empty space had her instantly worried. It wasn’t all that unusual for Magnus to forget about the time whenever he was caught up in some spell, but he was a gentleman and if he would be out of his apartment for work and risked being late, then he’d always make sure to tell whoever he was meeting up with as much.

She’d met the High Warlock of Brooklyn at a downworlder party she’d gone to for her previous boyfriend, Meliorn, a few months back and their mutual interests in both fashion and science (as Magnus had explained - mixing potions wasn’t all that different from what she was doing in her lab) had the two of them instantly clicking. Despite the night having ended with a breakup for her, after she found Meliorn in bed with two vampires, she’d still considered it a success after Magnus had invited her over to his loft for drinks to “celebrate her getting rid of the trash”, as he’d called it. Although they both knew that the Seelie had never made any promises of exclusivity to the Shadowhunter, Isabelle had still found herself appreciating the supportive sentiment. They’d been best friends ever since.

Which was why she knew something most definitely wasn’t right with the picture before her.

Picking up her phone from her pocket, Isabelle dialed Magnus’ number and waited for the dial-tone, praying to the Angel that he’d pick up - Only to have the call cut off almost immediately. Her heart beating slightly in panic, she started looking around the loft for any indication to where her friend might be. After looking through the entire apartment without any results, she picked up a shirt to try tracking him. The light flared around her hands and an image of Magnus flashed before her eyes. He was in what looked to be a cage, shouting something she couldn’t hear. She tried to focus on getting a location, but before she could get so much as a hint, something slammed into the vision and it blinked out. With a curse, she stuffed the shirt into her bag and ran towards the institute.

She needed a stronger tracking.

***

“Alec, I need your help!”

Alec looked up from where he’d been planning out next week’s patrol-schedule and raised his eyebrows in question to his sister’s abrupt entrance.

“I thought you were having lunch with your friend?” he said, straightening up and looking his sister over. “What’s wrong?”

“I was, but something is wrong. He didn’t show up and he wasn’t at his apartment. I tried tracking him, but I got cut off by something. I need you and Jace to use your parabatai bond to track him”, Izzy explained and Alec knew better than to question his sister’s instincts. So he simply pushed off the table and started walking towards the training-room, where he knew Jace would be - especially since Raj had walked by earlier with a put-upon sigh that told the oldest Lightwood-sibling that his brother had roped the poor guy into training with him again.

“Sorry to interrupt guys”, he announced their presence when they walked in and almost smiled at the sight of Raj throwing Jace down on his back and pinning him with a knife to his throat before they both looked up at them.

“That”, Jace panted, his eyes on Raj’s smug face, “Does not count. Alec distracted me!”

The other man just huffed a laugh, helped him to his feet with a roll of his eyes and turned to Alec with a rise of his eyebrows.

“What’s up?” Jace voiced Raj’s unvoiced question.

“Izzy needs our help to track her friend, she thinks he might be in trouble”, Alec explained and Jace nodded as he started to remove his training-gloves and walked towards them.

“I could use a small break anyway, you want us to go out with you to find him too?” he said and Alec shook his head.

“No, it’s fine. I’ll go with Izzy to check it out, call you if we need backup. You should probably go make sure Clary’s doing okay with her rune-studies anyway, leave Raj alone for once?” He gave Jace a pointed look and Raj mouthed a ‘thank you’ to him from where he was packing away the knives they’d been using.

“I have some work I need to get done anyway. You can try to beat me some other time, Blondie”, he said as he walked past them out of the room, patting Jace on the shoulder. Alec shook his head at Jace’s frown as he watched his retreating form.

“Still beating you, huh?” Alec asked and Jace returned his eyes to his parabatai with an exasperated look that made the corner Alec’s mouth lift, amused.

“I don’t know how he does it, the man is a freaking ninja! I figure out how to block one move and he’s already on to the next. It’s insane!” he answered and Alec just shrugged at him in a ‘what can you do’-manner.

“As much as I enjoy this little fanboy-moment of yours, Jace, we need to hurry up. Magnus is in trouble and I need to get to him”, Izzy spoke up, thrusting the shirt she’d brought towards them and Alec went into mission-mode as he grabbed the shirt along with Jace’s hand and started focusing on tracking the warlock.

The familiar feeling of Jace’s energy surged through him as the light swirled around their joined hands and a blurry picture opened up in his mind. He could make out the siluett of a man sitting cross-legged in a leaf-filled cell, light coming from somewhere above him. Magnus, Alec assumed as there didn’t seem to be anyone else around. He redirected his focus from the image to get a feel of where this cell was when a force slammed into him and both him and Jace grabbed the other tighter as they fought it to stay on the track. A symbol on the side of the cell caught Alec’s eye and as Jace gave his hand a small tug, he knew his parabatai had seen it to. Breathing out slowly, he felt Jace’s energy leave and slowly opened his eyes as he let go of the other’s hand.

“He’s in the Seelie-realm, in a cell of some kind. Doesn’t seem hurt though, but you’re right - we should hurry to get him out”, he answered his sister’s questioning look before walking away to get changed.

***

Magnus Bane was bored out of his freaking mind. Bored and irritated. He’d been stuck in this cage for hours, unable to do anything but wait for someone to notice his absence and come save him. He really hoped Isabelle hadn’t left him a message to cancel their lunch, because unless she noticed that he was gone no one would come for him in the next 24 hours. The prospect of sitting in this muddy room, with his magic drained enough to keep him from breaking out, for an entire day had him letting out another groan and letting his head fall back against the wall.

“If someone could send me a knight in shining armor to save me, that’d be great”, he grumbled towards the man-sized hole in the roof where the light was being let in. It was too high up for him to reach and possibly escape from and Magnus wasn’t too keen on risking a broken ankle in trying either, so he simply stared longingly at it and wished for a grand rescue of some kind.

***

“We should split up, we’ll cover more ground that way”, Alec suggested and with a confirming nod from his sister he broke away to search for her friend. He wished he could say that it was a surprise to hear that the Seelies had thrown the High Warlock of Brooklyn into a cage for some reason, but considering that during Alec’s last meeting with the Seelie Queen, she’d been just about ready to do the same to him for not wanting to sleep with her, he really and truly wasn’t. Honestly, what was a surprise to him was how the rest of the faerie-folk were still accepting her as their leader. If Valentine and his people were what gave the Shadowhunters a bad reputation, then people like the Seelie Queen most definitely was what gave downworlders theirs. He’d discussed the matter of damaging downworlder-leaders with Luke and Raphael a few days prior, and the two of them had suggested they’d bring in the High Warlock to their monthly meetings, since he apparently had the most sway over the downworld as a whole.

Alec had never met Magnus Bane, but from what he’d heard about the man he seemed like a good person with a rather wild reputation. The latter was just from what he’d been told by his parents though. Izzy had protested wildly as they’d argued that her new best friend was, in their father’s words: ‘Somewhat of a lothario who is nowhere near fitting for a young shadowhunter woman to be socializing with’, and Alec couldn’t blame her. Especially since his father, who followed Valentine blindly for years, most certainly wasn’t in any position to judge anyone else. Alec sometimes thought back to how he’d viewed downworlders only two years earlier, before befriending Luke and Raphael after Clary had stumbled into their lives and turned it upside down, and felt ashamed of his past self. He hadn’t known better at that time, of course, but that didn’t change the fact that he’d thought of himself as above so many people when he’d had no right to.

Stepping over a few fallen branches, Alec surveyed the area around him, trying to see if anything looked even the slightest familiar to what he’d seen in his tracking-vision. It was no use though, they’d been forced to leave the vision too soon and hadn’t had a chance to see anything above ground from where the warlock was held. Alec heaved a frustrated sigh and continued moving forward at a swift speed.

He didn’t even make it another two yards before something sounded behind him and Alec whirled around, bow drawn and at the ready, only to be immediately blinded by a flash of light so bright he had to shield his eyes. In the shock he took a step backwards, and where he was certain there had been solid ground just a second before, were now nothing but air. With a surprised scream, Alec fell through the gaping hole in the ground.

***

Magnus looked up with a frown at the bright flash above him, just a second before something - or rather someone- fell through the hole in the roof of his cell with a scream and landed right in the middle of the little room. The man looked up towards the hole with a frown, obviously cursing its existence, before rubbing slightly at where he’d landed on his hip, grimacing slightly.

“I’m not at my full power because of the stupid wards on this place, but I’m pretty sure I could heal that for you if you want?”, Magnus spoke, rising and walking towards the man, surveying him calmly as he did so.

He seemed to finally notice that he hadn’t fallen into an empty cell and snapped his eyes up towards Magnus’ voice. The warlock felt his breath catch as the light from the roof-opening hit them, making them appear almost golden, but gathered himself quickly and reached out his hand with a gesture towards the man’s hip.

“So? You want some help with that, then?” he prompted, with a rise of his brows. That appeared to be enough to shake him out of where he’d been outright staring blatantly at Magnus - obviously still surprised that there was someone else in this stupid cell, not that Magnus could blame him all that much for that - and he started rummaging through his pockets until he finally drew a stele from one of them.

Ah, a shadowhunter then, Magnus thought and finally noticed the rune running up the man’s neck as he bent over to activate his Iratze.

“Or you can do that, I guess” he mumbled and dropped his hand before returning to sit against the wall. When the man had finished healing his hip, he returned his gaze to Magnus, cocking his head slightly to the side, and the warlock was once again struck how gorgeous this man truly was. In the shadows, his eyes appeared almost green and Magnus reached his hand out again:

“Well, if we’re going to be stuck down here together, I feel like we should at the very least know each other’s name. I’m..”

The man rose slightly from his seat to grab Magnus’ hand this time as he interrupted.

“Magnus Bane, yeah I know. I’m actually…” he started, before looking around, a frown etched on his face once again.

“Uhm… Well, I’m here to… To rescue you, actually. I came with my sister, she was worried when you didn’t show up for lunch and…” he looked at Magnus again and, to the warlock’s delight, seemed to forget what he was talking about the second their eyes met. Magnus raised his eyebrows in question at the statement and hummed in acknowledgement before he spoke:

“As much as I appreciate the whole ‘handsome knight in a not-so-very-white and shining armor coming to my rescue’, they usually tend to avoid falling into the cage with the princess. Well, prince in this case”, he teased and smiled as a blush rose on the other’s cheeks.

“Yeah, that’s… That wasn’t exactly part of the plan”, the man admitted and Magnus squeezed his hand where he was still holding on to it, dragging him slightly towards him to lean against the wall instead of sitting in the middle of the room. The shadowhunter followed without complaint and Magnus smiled to himself at that.

“Well, since it looks like we’ll be trapped here for a while why don’t you…” he started and then the man’s words from earlier registered with him and he looked up at him with a huge smile blooming freely on his lips.

“Wait, did you say sister? Isabelle sent you? She’s here?” he asked, more than excited about the prospect of the man not being all alone on this rescue-mission.

“Yeah, we split up and she went the other way. I… I’m not entirely sure when she’ll be here though”, the man confirmed and then muttered something about hoping she was smarter than him and didn’t accidentally fall in here with them too. Magnus cocked his head as he regarded this new information. Isabelle had told him she had three brothers and looking at the man before him he registered the physical attributes his friend had used to describe them all with. He hummed slightly to himself before saying:

“Tall, dark hair, gorgeous hazel-eyes and a preference for the bow… You must be Alexander then?” he purred and the blush on the man’s cheeks deepened furiously.

“Alec”, the man - Alec Lightwood apparently - corrected him with a nod.

***A/N: I hope you like it thus far and I’ll try to hurry up and get chapter two up for you by tomorrow! Also: I’m writing some other fluffy malec-things that were supposed to be posted during the day, but since my day just got completely fucked up they might have to wait until the weekend… ugh, life! Sorry!If you have any prompt you’d like to send me (or simply share your thoughts on some matter), my ask-box is always open! If you’d like to give me one of the number-prompts, then you can find the different numbers HERE!