#suh excerpts

[catkin-morgs-kookaburralover]

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Okay so! This is a snippet from Hiraeth, which is not one I've shared many snippets from. It tears my heart out to even reread it, but I'm pretty proud of the way I've written quite a few parts of this story - it was really hard. This is the end of a scene, around a third of the way in - after the betrayal and while she's still trying to make her peace with it. This section I left completely untouched when I edited it, though I haven't gone through anyone else's corrections so it will probably change to some extent in the final version.

So the thoughts stayed, heavy and solid, inside her, without being expressed out loud. Sometimes she thought she might drown in them, caught in the agony of memory, and wished she could somehow forget. The grief of the loss and betrayal might never fade, and in the meantime, she could not look around in simple pleasure for the beauty of the world. It seemed so trivial, compared to that. It was in the trivial things of life, sometimes, that joy was best and most delightfully found; right now all the joy seemed sucked out of the world. How could she continue to believe, if she could see nothing of the beauty of the world God had created? She was afraid.

Please tell me what you think of it! If you want a happier snippet I can find a bit from earlier in the same story, which provides a nice contrast (well, I thought so anyway :P )

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for videogeek behind the cut; "Kara gets to Earth on time and the Kents get a two-for-one special on free kids". (( chrono || non-chrono ))

Is “thunn-darr” an animal? A gang? A person or a place? She doesn’t know. 

And Kal needs her to know. How can’t she know, when Kal needs her to know? 

Kal whines uncomfortably, squirming in her arms. Kara–Kara doesn’t– 

The rumble comes back longer, and closer, and louder. She can hear something else now, like the spatter of water in Ma and Pa’s strange bath with the spray head but dozens and dozens of times over. Like . . . 

The spattering sound comes closer too, and starts echoing through the house; hitting the roof and windows and all the walls. Kara . . . blinks, slowly. 

Is that . . . rain? Just . . . in the middle of the day, out of nowhere? Who in Rao’s name scheduled rain for the middle of the day when they could’ve done it overnight, or at least in the evening after the workday was over? Especially in an area with so many farms and Laborers and outdoor work going on, on top of that? 

Kal fusses; whines again and tries to wriggle out of her arms. Kara doesn’t feel any less unsettled and doesn’t let him go. Just–once she’s sure it’s safe, and that this is just some ridiculous bureaucrat who’s never seen a farm in their life picking a stupid time for rain, or some strange quirk of nature that means this planet’s plants need midday rain, for . . . whatever reason. She’ll let him go then. Just . . . 

Just why would anyone schedule rain during the day? 

“Pa?” she asks uneasily, even though she knows she won’t understand anything he says. He pats her shoulder again; gives it a little squeeze. The aliens touch each other much more freely than any Kryptonians she’s ever known who weren’t on each others’ family registers, but she’s gotten . . . well, at least from Ma and Pa, she’s gotten used to it. 

Definitely not from strange boys who don’t care if she drops Kal, though. 

“Jes thunn-darr,” Pa repeats reassuringly. Or . . . she thinks he’s trying to sound reassuring, anyway. “Mar-Tha, lett-suh–”

The rain suddenly starts roaring, pouring down harder than Kara’s ever heard rain in her life, and the rumble bellows from the sky overhead louder than their crashing ships hit this planet, and Kal startles with a distressed knell, and Kara–Kara shrieks, clapping one hand over one of her ears but needing to leave the other to keep Kal wrapped up safe in her lap, and it’s the loudest thing she’s ever heard and it just keeps going and– 

Pa covers her other ear with one of his own hands, making the strange hissing noise he and Ma try to comfort her or Kal with sometimes, and she wonders distantly if the aliens evolved from reptilian lifeforms, but his hand is warm against her ear and–and– 

The rumbling crashes again, louder, and Kal starts knelling louder and louder, distress-chimes ringing in and out of his voice, and Kara covers his ears instead of her own and tries to curl her body down around his, tries not to sob, tries–it’s so loud! Why is it so loud?! 

“Pa! Pa!” she shrieks in panic, and then on some stupid desperate terror-born instinct also wails–“FATHER!”

[misfitgirlsworld]

The Girl with the Golden Eyes; WIP Re-Introduction

old intro

GENRE: Science Fiction & Fantasy

POV: Third Person

STATUS: First Draft

SYNOPSIS: Atreyu Wilkins could only see the world in black and white for nineteen years. With no insight from his mother and his father's inconsistency, he's never known why. Once a woman comes down to Earth looking for him, Atreyu not only gets answers but realizes the fate of the Earth and the rest of the galaxy rests in his and this Queen's hands. Is he willing to join her and take this responsibility?

CHARACTERS

AZAR NEREZZA [Uh-zar Ner-ez-a]: Warrior Queen of Planet Xavion. DANICA BERKUASA [Dan-ih-kuh Boo-ah-sa]: Head of the Royal Guard. Azar's close friend. BHAVISHA ISA [Baa-vish-a Issa]: Royal Forseer. Azar's close friend. AHRIMAN MALATESTA [Ah-ri-muh-n Maa-laa-tes-tuh]: Leader of the Homines Mali. Azar's former friend. LAMIA BAZE [Luh-mee-uh B-ai-z]: Necromancer. Ahriman's right hand. ATREYU WILKINS [Uh-trey-u Will-kins]: Protector of Earth and Xavion. Danica's cousin. SUMMER VALENTINE [Suh-mr Va-luhn-tine]: Protector of Earth. Atreyu's childhood friend. JUNE WINTERS [Joon Win-trz]: Protector of Earth. Atreyu's childhood friend.

EXCERPT: The woman in question watched the three run towards her, unmoving. As Atreyu got closer, he could see her piercing golden eyes still staring directly at him. Once they began to close in, the woman took a step back, and her aura turned purple as her eyes snapped to June, who was still ahead of her friends and rapidly closing the gap. Summer picked up her pace once she noticed the woman narrowed her eyes and lowered her stance. Summer caught up just in time and grabbed onto June's arm, yanking her to stop her just as the woman held a long red sword to her chest. The tip of the sword was inches away from June's chest, she could feel heat radiating off of it.

"H-Holy shit..." June breathed out.

CHARACTER INTRO: AZAR NEREZZA old . new | DANICA BERKUASA old . new | BHAVISHA ISA | AHRIMAN MALATESTA | LAMIA BAZE | ATREYU WILKINS | SUMMER VALENTINE | JUNE WINTERS

TAGLIST: @fanguy @ocmaker comment if you'd like to be added~

[talesofsorrowandofruin]

Last Line Tag

Thanks for tagging me, @tailoroffates! :D

Here’s an excerpt from Silver Glass’s epilogue, in which Leo gets second-hand (or actually third-hand) news about the case:

"Not much of a detective," Leo said scornfully. "I met a detective once who could solve any crime you gave him."

Louis reread David's letter. "This was some foreign detective. I suppose he wasn't as good as a local one."

Leo sat bolt upright. "Was his name—" he said something that sounded like Suh Johann "—by any chance?"

"Er... David just says he was a Korean detective called See-oh."

"That's him," Leo said. "And he couldn't catch the culprit?"

He sounded like this was a personal insult. Louis wondered what on earth his history was with this detective.

A funny look crossed Leo's face. "What exactly was the case about?"

Louis tried to summarise what he knew about the Miss Whare–Alexander Lennox–David Eames fiasco. "...And then she and her lover got murdered, so David and Lennox are going to Armenia."

"And the detective didn't catch the culprit," Leo said thoughtfully. He really had a bee in his bonnet about that. He smiled suddenly. "Well, well, who'd have thought it of Seo Yo-han?"

Tagging @moonluringfrost, @rewritingrosie, @spuddlespud, @autumnalwalker, @saltysupercomputer, and anyone else who wants to do this! :D

[somanybookssolittletime1]

Book Blitz ~ Sweetheart by Cookie O’Gorman: Excerpt + Giveaway

Book Blitz ~ Sweetheart by Cookie O’Gorman: Excerpt + Giveaway | @XpressoTours #YoungAdult #Romance

~~~ Sweetheart by Cookie O’Gorman Publication date: April 25th, 2024 Genres: Romance, Young Adult Sweetheart (suh-weet-hart): Someone who is kind, friendly, and/or lovable. For reference, see Scarlett Kent. Seventeen-year-old Scarlett Kent likes the idea of love—in theory. She’s just never had time for romance. Voted Most Likely to Succeed, founder of a youth mentoring program, and an aspiring…

[broccolini-cellini]

Miwon Kown on Do-Ho Suh

The ascendance of an artist like Do-Ho Suh in the international art scene is not only predicated on the high quality of workmanship, cleverness of ideas, strength and clarity of formal decision, and sophistication of talent. It is also linked to the fact that in the contemporary art world today, a culturally displaced person of adequate means who can navigate a bigger map of the world than those bound to one location, culture, or identity is treated as a representative if not privileged person, able to speak to, speak of, and speak as a retooled nomadic subject of globalization. Suh's recurring trips to Korea, motivated in large measure by the necessities of his production (labour is cheaper there), also mirrors the ongoing uneven distribution of labour, resources, and power in late capitalism. Thus, the attraction that Suh's work draws from a globalized art network of curators, dealers, collectors, and critics lies in the symbiotic fashioning of both the work and the artist within the logic of a new order of mobilized identities. Do-Ho Suh's art eulogizes the older paradigms of subjectivity, identity and space while announcing new versions of them as unlocated conditions of transience.

Selected excerpt from The Other Otherness: The Art of Do Ho Suh by Miwon Kwon (2002)

As I continue to pour over writings on Do-Ho Suh, I have found that no one articulates him better than Miwon Kwon, whose 2002 essay for Suh's show at the Serpentine Gallery, still holds today, over two decades later.

Kwon links Suh's contemporary practice to Minimalism and installation art, primarily in a Western context***. The artist did shift into a sculptural and installation practice after receiving further education in the US. This is always mentioned whenever Suh needs an introduction, because it immediately frames him as a transnational artist, and points to the cultural displacement he experienced, which largely motivates his thematic interests on memory and transience.

Kwon has written extensively about site-specific art and has identified the problematic nomadism artists have adapted, which the art scene greatly rewards. Everyone needs to be jet-setting anywhere and everywhere in order to become a high profile artist. This hurts site specificity, because you can't just parachute onto a site and create watered down artworks in such brief periods. Kwon points out that the peripatetic Suh benefits from this system, but not without merit. She praises Suh's ability to create installations that don't have to be bound to their sites, rather, they are meant to leave.

This made me cuss a lot... when will I find my own succinct intersection

She furthers that Suh's otherness as a Korean implant in the West has (quite ironically) managed to transcend in that it has somehow become universal. She cites his work Seoul Home, which is so specifically Korean but manages to tug at the heartstrings of so many. Displacement, transience, and longing for home (whatever the hell that is) are universal experiences. This is why his installations can occupy various spaces and still be powerful and resonant. While he states that he is selfish in that he primarily makes his works to satisfy himself, he still manages to transform the personal into public. This is what I am trying to resolve in my own practice. How do I go beyond my lived experience? It takes so much sensitivity, skill and nuance to properly contextualise and effectively communicate. I am waiting for my abilities to catch up.

Seoul Home/LA Home installed at the Korean Cultural Center in Los Angeles. 1999. This is one of Suh's earliest fabric architecture works, which catapulted him into the international art scene.

***I am wondering if there are better references to link to Suh, something closer to an East Asian context.

[kaepop-trash]

I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR MORE ABOUT THE UNINTENDED CONSEQUENCES WIP UWU

It's based on a request, here's a snippet:

A few minutes later, Johnny looked up as (Y/N) walked up to the table. Johnny knew that the restaurant was small enough that she could spot them from the door. Yet he still felt disappointed that she hadn't texted him on arrival.

Johnny really hated fights. As bad as the actual confrontation part of it was, it was almost okay compared to what came later. What Johnny hated most about fights was the few days of awkward interactions that came after the fact. While both of them tip-toed around with words and touches. It was the kind of hesitant interactions that Johnny never liked by virtue of who he was. At home it was distressing.

He toyed with his fork as she slid into the seat beside him.

Johnny's forehead creased, turning to face her as he took a deep inhale. "You smell like me."

She turned to look at him, lips parting for a second too long before she closed them again. She licked her lips, "Yeah. I was in a hurry in the shower and grabbed your shower gel. Sorry." She shrugged, distracting herself by aligning her plate and cutlery with the table.

Johnny snorted, "You don't have to apologise." His voice was a mumble. She looked up at nodded, giving him a half-hearted smile. He took another deep breath, the idea of her covered in the smell he so deeply associated with himself surrounded him as thoroughly as her presence suddenly did.

His eyes didn't leave hers as he breathed in the air of discomfort between them. She was the first one to look away, turning to face Mark.

Johnny hated fights.

[aiweirdness]

Hurricanes and How They Are Pronounced

The US National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration releases its planned hurricane names years in advance, and includes a pronunciation guide for each name. An excerpt from NOAA's 2026 Atlantic Basin Storm Name Pronunciations:

Arthur AR-thur Bertha BUR-thuh Cristobal krees-TOH-bahl Dolly DAH-lee Edouard eh-DWARD Fay fay

Whenever I see a list like this, I naturally wonder what a neural net might make of it. I'm specifically interested in the larger neural nets I've been using lately, like the GPT-3 variants, which have encountered lots of names during their internet training yet are known to produce absolutely cursed attempts at pronunciation guides.

The largest GPT-3 variant, DaVinci, was pretty good at identifying common names and providing pronunciation guides that are not too far off from how I myself would say them. Although I definitely say this one differently:

Christopher kry-STOP-oh-fuhr

But things did get stranger when I gave GPT-3 dates farther in the future. I know it's not actually predicting that the already tenuous link between spelling and pronunciation in English is going to do some pretty extreme things in the next 50 years, but that's sure what it looks like:

2051 Harry HARR-held Andrew an-DREE-uhn Lisa LISS-uh Mark mark George jar-ZHAY

2070 Wanda way-DAHN-uh Alfred im-THOHN Deirdre ED-reel Jason JAY-dree Marissa mrees-TVR-uhf Sandrina sa-NREE-tuuh Scott steed-rer Scott wess-tra

2071 Arnold ah-NAWR-dell Georgia zheh-DRO-luh Howard huh-WAR-dee Nelson NEH-suh-lihn Serena say-RUH-nuh Victor VIK-suht

I also prompted the smallest GPT-3 variant, Ada, with the list of officially planned NOAA hurricane names and pronunciations. I would definitely need most of these spelled out for me the first time I heard them.

Alan AR-toh-LAY Christine CREE-chuh-NAH Elena anda-DAW Esther ex-THAH-ah Michael MIE-le-no Ginger LEEK-yuh Darrell jlear-DAHR Gregory GREGORY Alex MDL-aye Jess MEY-sern Robert REH-sch-ei Santiago SAN-tih-uh HEAT-TAY Varsity EBAY David EBOY Joe joh-LOHS-dah Wendy lich-WAEH Oliver ORL-arkus John john-FLAN-uh John john-SPLIN-er-ahnt

I was curious, so I appended a few other names to the end of the list of hurricanes so Ada could provide me a pronunciation guide. I guess I'll be introducing myself differently from now on.

Janelle JEE-ree-uhn Shane shaan

Artificial AYR-tah-zhoo Intelligence MIL-teer-uhn

Benedict bon-TEE-ass Cumberbatch cHL-barck-Christ

Bilbo BLA-buh Baggins BAL-gin

Scrooge skhuh-RAK-tur-ee McDuck moos-DUCK

Rumplestiltskin uh-buh-THEEKS

Before I discovered I could get GPT-3 DaVinci to vary its pronunciation guides by simply advancing the date, I experimented with some other prompts. One of the more successful experiments was the one in which I told it that the storms had grown ever more intense, so the names had to grow more epic to match. If you're an AI Weirdness supporter, you can read them as bonus content. Or become a free subscriber to read new AI Weirdness posts in your inbox!

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This is the ending of one of my stories! 23k of mingled grief, sorrow and hope.

LYRA, DON'T LOOK, SPOILERS!

Now she lived, and would maybe die, in peace and love and hope she would not have known otherwise. She lay silent, but her smile still lingered. Edward tightened his grip on her hand marginally, and she shifted to lay her head on his encircling arm. He whispered, so softly that it barely disturbed the air, “I love you.” The steady rise and fall of her chest comforted him, and he lowered his head so that it rested, ever so lightly, on her head. He loved her so very much; and the lingering contact drew a faint smile from him. Surely there was still hope.

If you would like to, reblog and show me a sentence or a paragraph you’ve written that you’re entirely pleased with, does exactly what you want it to, wouldn’t change a thing, unabashed yep, would hold it up as an example of what you’re going for in general, post on Mom’s fridge sort of snippet of your work. *waits expectantly*

[catkin-morgs-kookaburralover]

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Oho another anonymous! And another snippet from Hiraeth, because apparently that's the story I'm sharing bits of today :P

Okay so this section was terribly hard to write, for reasons that ought to be obvious, but in the end I'm unexpectedly proud of how it came out - I mean - well, I hope you know what I mean. This is the bit that continued from the previously shared snippet, that I decided not to share then, but here it is now. The 'she' referred to is Aelwen's mother, and 'he' is her father.

“Please.” She took an involuntary step forward, desperation in her voice. “Please, please, come back with us, even just once, I beg you—try it again, or talk to me—to us—” He lifted his head and glanced at her, looking older than his years. There were shadows on his face, still largely covered by his capable hands. “Don’t bother me with it,” he replied tiredly. “I’m not coming. I’ve had all the years to try, and I tried, I tried to believe, and I just couldn’t. Don’t try and pretend that it’s a thing that I can just will into being.” He leaned his head on his hands again and added, “I wish it were the case, but faith is harder than that, and I simply don’t believe any more. This is the harder way out. If I’d been any weaker, I would have stayed, kept on going with you, but it would be hypocritical of me to do that, don’t you think? As it was, it was terribly hard to convince myself to come clean to you all and tell you about it.” It was as if, Aelwen realised as she stood there, very still and horrified, he had finally snapped and decided to tell them everything that he had not revealed before, no matter how much it may hurt them in the process. “If God was real,” he continued, in an impassioned voice, “I’d know about it. Goodness knows I’ve been searching for years and years, and not found any evidence. I just didn’t want to bother you with it, but eventually, it became too much. I dislike to live a lie,” her father said, biting off each word precisely. “I have been a hypocrite for far too long throughout my life, and it changed when I finally told my family how I truly felt. I am not intending to go back and become one of those sheep again, following a system of belief just because it seems convenient, easy or what you grew up in.” “Believing the Bible in truth is not the easy path,” said her mother, sounding like she was scarcely holding back tears. He ignored her. “I’m not coming. Please don’t ask me again. If I ever decide that I will come back, whether to stay or just to confirm that I’ve made the right decision….” There was an unnecessary jab, put in because he was angry and upset. Aelwen could recognise it far too easily: he wanted to hurt them, maybe because he still wanted his faith back. “…I will. But don’t try and push me. If you do, you’re liable to get results that you didn’t actually want.” “Such as?” Her voice trembled even more. “Trust me. You don’t want to know.” He got up, abruptly, and walked out of the room without a backward glance.

If from the point of view of the other side this interpretation of his emotions doesn't really make sense, don't forget that all this is from Aelwen's POV - she may or may not be interpreting his reasons correctly. She still holds her faith, and doesn't understand how he can not, even though at times she is slipping into despair.

I would love feedback on this. (excerpt #4 for today)

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for Plot Bunny; Kara gets to Earth on time and the Kents get a two-for-one special on free kids.

He’s just so small, she thinks. Bigger than he was the last time she’d seen him, before the end of their world, but still so small. 

She doesn’t know how she’s going to do this.

But she still has to do this, so–so she’s going to do it anyway. 

She wonders if Kal will ever speak Kryptonian. She wonders if the aliens’ language will sound more natural and familiar to him, one day. She wonders if– 

She sweeps the porch. 

“Ma Mar-Tha Kent,” Kara recites to herself quietly, trying to get the accent right. “Pa Jona-Than Kent. Ka-Lair Zo-El Kent. Ka-Lum El-Ot Kent. Smoll-Veel. ” 

The accent probably isn’t right, but she’s working on it. Trying to, anyway. 

“Kuh-ow. Chee-ken. Brekk-fist. Lun-chuh. Sup-purr. Suh-nack. Pye.” 

It was so much easier before. So much . . . simpler. 

She was so much less sad before. 

But Kal needs her to not be sad. Kal needs to see her smile, and needs her to take care of him, and . . . and . . . 

Kara turns her back on him, making it look like part of the sweeping, and lets her expression crumple for a moment. Doesn’t let herself cry, because then she might look like she’d cried, or maybe he’d notice her scrubbing the tears away. 

Or maybe she’d just never stop. Maybe she’d just cry her eyes out of her head, ‘til they melted and dripped out and left her blind. She doesn’t need them anyway. They’ll never see Argo City or Kryptonopolis again. Never see Krypton itself again. None of her friends; none of their family. 

Never see her parents again. 

No. She needs her eyes. She needs everything she’s got, because Kal needs everything she’s got. 

She can’t deny him anything. She can’t let him down or leave him. She can’t . . . she can’t . . . 

She can’t let him down. 

And she won’t, she tells herself. She won’t let him down. Won’t fail him. Won’t let anyone hurt him or wrong him or . . . or . . . 

Kal lets out a startled chime of distress, and Kara whips back around. He's on the far side of the porch at the very edge of the big swing seat, his eyes big and alarmed, and he's wobbling forward. Losing his balance. Too far away for her to steady or catch. 

He's going to fall, she recognizes, and feels white-hot terror. 

And he falls. 

She screams. 

.

.

.

When she can think again, Kara's pressed into the farthest-back corner of the porch, curled up on the floor around Kal and sobbing into his hair as he chirps in confusion and tries to squirm out of her arms. She tightens her grip on him and sobs harder. He whines in distress. 

She can't make herself let go. 

“Ka-Lair,” Ma is saying, her too-flat voice gentle and worried. Kara tries to look at her. Ma is crouched in front of them, her hands held out in a soothing gesture. The swing seat is knocked off one of its chains. 

She doesn't remember how that happened. Is that why Kal lost his balance? 

Kal lost his balance. He fell, he–he–

She doesn't remember him falling. He was . . . he was losing his balance, she remembers. He was about to fall. 

And then she'd screamed, and then they were here, her heart thrumming triple-time in her ears, and he was in her arms. 

She doesn't remember anything else.

[mxrcayong]

the shadow game masterlist

the myths and legends of neo-city university: collab call / masterlist

nct dream as sims 4 players

moon taeil

n/a

johnny suh

n/a

lee taeyong

idolise me

yuta nakamoto

n/a

qian kun

drivers license (olivia rodrigo - song inspired)

kim doyoung

lie with me

ten (chittaphon leechaiyapornkul)

butterfly (drabble)

jung jaehyun

n/a

winwin (dong sicheng)

soulmate au (request)

kim jungwoo

n/a

lucas (wong yukhei)

killing me softly

dont you cry bright eyes

mark lee

series: let it unfold masterlist

dreams to reality (excerpt)

husband au: a day with children (request)

xiaojun (xiao dejun)

n/a

hendery (wong kunhang)

n/a

huang renjun

n/a

lee jeno

anaheim (niki - song inspired)

haechan (lee donghyuck)

all i need (avery lynch - song inspired)

don’t wanna talk - masterlist (social media au -- my first try at social media au)

liu yangyang

n/a

na jaemin

to love and to be loved (teaser)

osaki shotaro

n/a

jung sungchan

n/a

zhong chenle

n/a

park jisung

our shared pantry

the avatar series (masterlist)

oh sehun (exo)

college!boyfriend blurb

[celestialmark]

m a s t e r l i s t ;

updated: 7th March 2021. 

none atm! 

Lights Out - Mark Lee // fluff, slight angst (3.4k) When Mark feels himself become overwhelmed with doubts, he comes to you for solace. 

Realise - Mark Lee // au college mark, fluff (12.5k)  The thing with Mark was that he avoided everything that needed to be confronted. 

Sunflower - Mark Lee // au college mark, fluff (11.5k) Mark is sweet. And gentle. And comfortable to be around with when he isn’t causing you to almost hyperventilate. 

A Poem Titled You - Mark Lee // heavy fluff, heavy feels (3.6k) You begin to wonder what great thing you must have done in your past life to have someone like Mark, and better yet, a Mark who likes you, a gentle and sweet Mark who’s careful about the boundaries he’s set for himself.

Best Part - Mark lee // vanilla smut, heavy feels (1.8K) Telling Mark you love him for the first time ever has never felt so good.

Ethereal - Jeong Jaehyun // fluff, au, life lessons (16.7k) Jaehyun was indeed way more than his good looks. Jaehyun was gentle, honest and sincere, you felt it all in the way he smiled, the way he talked and in the way he kissed you. He was the living definition of ethereal, and his beauty shone the most on the inside.

Aurora (a continuation to Ethereal) – Jeong Jaehyun // fluff, angst, life lessons (29k)  There he was, defending you even in your absence without fear, without second thoughts, even if the things he says about you, you don’t believe are true, that even when you were in the middle of breaking his heart, he still made the conscious decision to see the best in you.

Solitude - Mark Lee // sniper!mark, mafia au, soulmate au - series.  in which two people who live messy, turbulent lives find solitude in one another in ways they never imagined.   preview | part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | epilogue  

excerpts: (i) (ii) 

Lacuna - Johnny Suh // single parent au, fluff, slight angst - series (n.) a blank or missing part. prologue | part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | epilogue 

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once again / sun & moon / angel / dear dream / walk you home / 

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> mark vs. pick up lines - one  two  three  four  five  six  seven    > mark’s reminders - one  > renjun - one  > johnny - one 

n e o  c i t y  i n  l o n d o n  e x p e r i e n c e 

[127-mile]

henlo quq;;; for "challenge n°5 !!!" : Johnny + detective au

Summary : Hired to work alongside the famous detective Johnny Suh on the case of a missing child turns out to be more interesting than you would have thought.

“It’s a dead end.” Johnny mutters.

Working with Johnny Suh was an opportunity you couldn’t miss, but his lack of patience on the case was putting both of you at risk. After barely a month, he was ready to give up.

“Oh come on, have a little faith. We probably missed something. This kid did not just vanish from the face of the earth one day.”

Your attention is drawn to the young detective behind the glass door of Johnny’s office, he beckons you to come out.

“I’ll be right back.” You say, going out of the room to be met with pure panic on your colleague’s face. “What’s up ? Did you find something ?”

He nods, hesitant.

“I finally received the picture of what the kid would look like now.” He starts. “And I really need you to see that.”

He hands you the paper, and you take it, intrigued. Your heart is pouding in your chest when you see the drawing. The facial features seem so familiar, and for good reason.

“Holy shit, that’s Johnny.”

Send me : idol name + an au and I’ll write  the summary of an imaginary fic and an excerpt from it.

[rosesformark]

angst: ☾

fluff: ♡

completed: ✓

requested: ✪

- all works are written by me and are purely fiction -

N C T

mark lee

» allure ☾ ♡ fratboy!mark

   ↠ 1   ↠ 2   ↠3

       ↠ allure!moodboard

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　moods with mark　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

» [2:27 AM] - cold, yet warm night cuddles ♡

» [10:02 PM] - promposal ♡

» [7:32 PM] - safe and secure ✪ ☾ ♡

» [9:48 PM] - i want to see you smile ✪ ♡

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lee donghyuck

» apricity ☾ ♡ firemage!donghyuck, coming soon

  ↠ excerpt + moodboard

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　dazed with donghyuck　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

» [1:13 AM] - drunken kisses ✪ ♡

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johnny suh

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　jazz with johnny　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

» [12:52 am] - our bed ✪ ♡

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jung jaehyun

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　journey with jaehuyn　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

» [1:32 PM] - work shenanigans ✪ ♡

E X O

byun baekhyun

» ache ☾ ✓

     ↠ 1   ↠ 2

» when two ends meet ✪ ☾ ♡ ✓

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　bare with baekhyun　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

coming soon

[pillpcpper]

                           the runt of the litter // mia suh.

                                       short excerpts from her life.

[ sunday, 2001 ]

“She always slows us down!” Kou’s sharp voice breaks through the woods, crossing his skinny arms in a huff as the two boys wait for little Mia to walk up the hill. Mia was a sickly looking five-year-old barely weighting the appropriate weight for her age, she’s tiny, really tiny, her father calls her the runt. Everyone calls her the runt. She doesn’t even know what the runt is, but she’s been called that since she left her mother’s womb.

“She’s five, Kou.” Her brother deadpans from the top of the hill. Jinwoo stares down his sister as she moves slowly uphill, biting the inside of his cheek when she takes a break to catch her breath. Their father told them stories of him and his brother, it was the closest thing the two have ever gotten to a bedtime time story, and how they would protect each other because they were blood. Blood overall, he would say. Mia didn’t get it, she liked the stories her father told about her mother more.

Jinwoo understood though. He knew his place in his sister’s life. He had to protect her, he knew when she got older she’d do the same for him. They were blood after all. Jinwoo felt an extra level of protectiveness of Mia because she was a girl, a tiny girl at that. Kou’s dad told him and Kou what happens to women in neighboring kingdoms, it petrified Jinwoo thinking that could happen to his little sister but it put a weird intrigues interest in Kou’s eyes. They’ve never talked about it. They are only seven after all.

With a soft sigh, Jinwoo begins going down the hill to where Mia stood with her hands on her knees trying to gather herself. Kou let out an aggravated groan from behind them, throwing his arms down to his side. “If you keep babying her she’ll never be able to do it by herself.” The boy at the top of the hill proclaimed, shifting his weight onto his left foot watching the two.

Kou’s an only child. It shows.

Jinwoo takes his words into consideration for a minute before ultimately kneeling down in front of his sister, his back towards her as he patted the back of his shoulder. “I’ll carry you up.” He tells her and she doesn’t have to be told twice. Mia wraps her arms around her brother’s neck, her legs hooking around his waist when he stood up with a soft grunt. For once, Jinwoo is grateful for all those times his father had woken him up at dawn to take him running, he’s got impressive stamina for a seven-year-old.

Mia doesn’t say anything, she never really does, just presses her cheek against her brother’s back as he trudges them both up the hill. Jinwoo carefully puts his sister down when they reach the top, patting her light brown hair down after he takes a deep breath. Mia can feel Kou staring at the two, he doesn’t understand their bond and he most likely never will. It’s not like he wants to anyways, Kou is perfectly content with it just being him and his father for the rest of his life.

“She’ll always be the runt if you keep treating her like that.”

“Rather be a runt than a prick like you.”

Mia snaps, the first time she’s said anything all day, her little voice so high and sweet, it doesn’t fit the crude words that just left her mouth. Jinwoo laughs, he laughs really hard for that matter. Kou isn’t as amused but Mia still laughs, looking up at her brother proud at herself for being so quick witted.

“Come on, idiots. The river’s going to dry up by the time we get there.” Kou snaps now taking the lead, the tips of his ears turning red from embarrassment and the heat. Mia tells herself it’s all because she called him a prick, which he is, it’s what he deserved. Jinwoo patted Mia’s head again, smiling fondly down at her.

“Good one, runt.”

[ sunday, 2010 ]

Mia’s fourteen now.

Jinwoo’s been going out with their father a lot more, leaving Mia to her own devices most of the time. Well, only on Sundays, anyway. Her father has had them on a strict training and work schedule since Mia was eight and Jinwoo was nine.

Mondays they ran in the morning, they ran in the afternoon, and they ran at night. Mia never understood why they ran so much, her father never explained it to her he just told her to run and she did.

Tuesdays they sparred. It wasn’t an all day thing, but most of the day went into learning to protect themselves. Mia learned how to handle herself better from these days. She used to get her ass beat by her brother or Kou, but now it’s almost even. She’s getting better, that’s all she can say.

Wednesday is target practice. Jinwoo hates the sound of guns. Mia is pretty handy with one, she manages to shatter most of the beer bottles her father sets up for her. Jinwoo is better with a bow than he is with a gun, he says it’s easier and less destructive on his eardrums. They’re good with whatever weapons their father wants them to use, they’re more trained than High Garden’s military at this point. Their father takes great pride in that.

Thursday, Mia does housework while her father and brother go hunting. Sometimes Kou comes over and bothers her but she doesn’t mind, she likes it almost, he isn’t allowed to be over when men aren’t home but they don’t tell anyone. One time, Kou helped her sweep the tiny living room and told her stories of The Islands and how he wants to go there. She asked him to take her with him when he does go, that half-hearted request made his eyes sparkle. Mia still doesn’t know why.

Fridays, they run again but this time it’s a race and whoever wins get to go into town with their dad. Mia hasn’t won a race yet, but Jinwoo always brings her back something. She fears she’ll never get to go into town, she’ll only know the outskirts of High Garden, she’ll only know the forest and never the people. A massive part of her doesn’t want to know the people, she just wants to stay in the bubble her father set up for them, but a small part of her dares her to step out of bonds one day and go to town by herself.

Saturdays, they do target practice again but this time they switch weapons. Mia is flimsy with a bow, she can’t get it to aim right, the arrow always lands somewhere in the woods and Jinwoo yells at her for fucking up his arrows. She doesn’t like Saturdays.

But Sundays, Sundays they could do whatever they wanted. Most of the time, Mia, Jinwoo, and Kou would explore the forest or go splash around in the river but as of lately it’s just been, Mia and Kou. Jinwoo’s hanging around with their father more, learning whatever he has to teach him. Mia doesn’t care that much. She just wants her day off.

“And then, he cut the dragon’s wings off–”

“Yeah.”

“And hung them up above his throne so everyone could see them–”

“Uh-huh.”

“Are you actually listening to me, runt?” Kou stopped in his tracks making her stop in front of him, a soft smile tugging on her lips at the way his voice tipped up in annoyance.

“Of course I am, prick. You’ve just told me this story before.” Mia pushed passed him to take charge and lead them to the river but he grabbed her thin wrist stopping her. She let out a soft gasp at the resistance, her doe eyes looking down at where he held her in place.

“Tell me how it ends then.” He was staring into her eyes with his big eyes. He’s picked up a habit of staring at Mia little too long, sometimes he’d stare into her eyes, sometimes he’d stare at her lips, and on the off chance, he would stare where her body would curve. She didn’t like it but she couldn’t say anything about it, Kou was her only friend.

Mia blinked up at him, her senses on fire as he rubbed the inside of her wrist with his thumb. She felt like she wanted to vomit. “Um–” She looked around, her eyes locking on his wrist then back up at him, her stomach violently flipping when she saw how he was looking at her. The girl averted her eyes to the ground, mentally counting all the leaves underneath them.

“The king kills the entire Greywind bloodline,” Kou tilts his head and waits for her to finish, there’s one more bit to the story. Mia sighs. “and all their dragons.” He drops her wrist with a smug smirk, one that makes her brows knit together. She shouldn’t have given him what he wanted, if you give Kou a foot he takes it a mile, she’s known him her entire life, she should’ve known better by now.

“Smart girl.” He gives her full cheek a pinch beginning to lead them to the river again, Mia following close behind, her stomach still uneasy as she did so.

“You’re a freak, Kou.” Mia jabs once they arrive at the river, crossing her arms over her chest. Kou lets out a half-hearted laugh as he kneels down to untie his shows. “You’re still here, aren’t you?”

She couldn’t argue with that.

[ sunday, 2014 ]

“How are you so content with being so weak?” Mia let out a closed-mouth scream as Kou held her head down against the dirt. Mia’s a good fighter, she really is, she’s quick on her feet, she can throw a good punch, but she’s tiny and no matter how hard she tries she stays as thin as a bird.

“m’ not weak.” The girl said rather weakly, trying to push herself off the ground but Kou shifted his weight to keep her down smirking softly when she let out another half-hearted yell.

“You look pretty weak to me,” He taunted shifting his weight so he could flip her on her back, staring down at her with a small smirk. “You’ve always been weak.” He nearly whispers causing Mia to jerk up and try to flip them so she could have some control again but he shoves her down again, this time knocking the wind out of her.

It’s been an exhausting day for Mia. She went into town, she saw the women in the pretty dresses she secretly wanted to wear, she got her father the chicken breasts he sent her to get, it was a lovely easy day till she walked back home. Long story short, she was almost robbed.

Keyword: Almost. She didn’t let it happen, she’d never let that happen, but she still got roughed up in the process.

She can’t clearly remember when she asked to spar with Kou. She thinks it was because she wanted to let her anger out on someone, or maybe it was because she wanted to prove to someone she wasn’t weak. Obvious, it didn’t play out in her favor.

Kou leans down to where their noses are touching. Their proximity knocks the breath out of her again, her eyes widening when they lock onto his. “You’re like a baby bird,” He whispered, his grip on her narrow shoulders tightening when she pushed against his chest, “so weak and fragile,” she swallowed thickly as she pushed harder against his chest.

“I could,” She trashed in his iron hold, kicking her legs to do something, “I could kill you if I wanted to, Kou. Don’t get cocky.”

He laughed as she turned her face away from him, trying to separate herself from him.

“Then do it, runt.” There’s something darker in his voice when he challenges her. Something that scares Mia a little, but she doesn’t show it. She just looks at him with wide eyes before it hits her.

She smashes her head into his, sending him rolling off of her with a loud yelp. Mia scrambled to her feet looking down at Kou, her head spinning slightly as she stumbled back. Before she could come to a sane mind, she delivered a swift kick to the boy’s gut with an exhausted grunt.

“You’re weak.” She spat down at him, shaking her head a little when he smiled up at her. Mia hated how he made her feel, she hated how he talked to her, how he smiled at her, she hated Kou. “I’m not weak. You are.” She felt her chest tighten and nearly collapse when he started laughing.

Mia’s never felt so much contempt yet adoration towards one person before.

She put her foot over his throat, slowly yet surely applying pressure. He wouldn’t stop looking at her like she put the stars in the sky, she was literally one step away from killing him and he still smiled at her.

“You can’t do it–”

“I can.”

“You love me.”

Mia nearly gags at the thought of being in love. Her father told her and her brother that love get’s them killed, that love wasn’t real and it will ruin you in the end. Mia loved no one, especially Kou. She cared about him. She can’t lie. But she doesn’t love him.

“I don’t.” Her voice is quiet almost broken as she shoved the boy away with her foot. Taking a deep breath to collect herself. The girl was overwhelmed, she felt more in these ten minutes than she’s felt in her entire life. She hates it. She hates him.

“Get up.” She nudges his side with her boot, wiping her nose on her jacket with another deep breath, “I’m going home either come with me or without me.” Mia waits a minute with a heaving chest.

She walked home alone that night.