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hwa ([personal profile] hwarium) wrote in [community profile] 17hols2021-11-25 01:04 pm

2022 Round 1: Quotes

Status: Closed
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Seventeen Holidays
Round 1: Quotes


About

"If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more."

"What is grief, if not love persevering?"

"You kept me like a secret but I kept you like an oath"

Calling all readers, lovers of poetry and music, screen and stage. Quote collecters and lyric hoarders, unleash your archive. Each prompt must contain a quote - you can combine them, add commentary, link to articles, and more. Steal from a literary classic, or WeVerse drama. Have fun!


Examples


Minghao + Ocean Vuong
The most beautiful part of your body
is where it's headed. & remember,
loneliness is still time spent
with the world.

Ocean Vuong - night sky with exit wounds

Hoshi/Anyone; "Beauty is terror"
Thinking about these two quotes together and the idea of on/off-stage personas:

"Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful we tremble before it. And what could be more terrifying or beautiful, to the Greeks to to our own, than to lose control completely?" - Donna Tartt, the Secret Histories

"I am calm in everyday life but when I put on my in-ear device and step on stage, I can feel the tension and hear the cheers getting louder as the music gets louder. When the staff tells me it's time to step on stage, I feel something boil inside me. I feel it steaming inside and I think I have to give a burst of something, spill what is inside me." - Hoshi in Hit the Road Ep. 04


Any ship; "It's been so many years"
Hello, hello there, is this Martha?
This is old Tom Frost
And I am calling long distance
Don't worry 'bout the cost.
'Cause it's been forty years or more
Now Martha please recall
Meet me out for coffee
Where we'll talk about it all.

Tom Watts - Martha

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  3. Copy+Paste the following HTML into your comment and edit the sections. Feel free to add as much detail as you want!

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  2. Change the subject to [FILL], you may add a title or stay chaotic;
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Re: [FILL]: feast on your life

[personal profile] vampiredumpling 2021-12-30 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
oh no you broke my heart into pieces with this one. keeping all of the gifts of love but hiding them out of his sight. the weight of the past and how the present cant measure up to that. oh mingoo :( thank you
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Re: [FILL] teach me to speak, achilles

[personal profile] cruelsummers 2021-12-30 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, Jeonghan thinks, he is Apollo, Antinous, Achilles - beautiful, achingly so -

Oh, Jeonghan realizes, He is Icarus, reaching for the sun -


you are SIIIIIICK for this. i love it, ugh so much world building done so quickly!! jeonghan changing bc of seokmin!!! jeonghan watching him, happy for now, despite their eventual fates. HHHHHHH
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Re: [FILL] for tomorrow

[personal profile] pollyiss 2021-12-30 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
the king, his king, speaks again. oh my gosh i swooned right then and here. truly just had the attacca highlight video with seokhan singing at each other blaring in my brain. oh what magic. thank you for writing and sharing!
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Re: [FILL]: fucking geminis

[personal profile] cruelsummers 2021-12-30 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
FUCKING GEMINIS!! this is SO much fun you're so right for this
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Re: FILL: water in your hands

[personal profile] almondtree 2021-12-30 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
oh!! yes! just what i wanted!

"you didn't invite him over, but why else would he be here?" something about wonu staying to confront him...he is not letting jeonghan off the hook. poor idiot i may have to remix this to get him outta this one. thank u so much
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Re: [FILL] : impact.

[personal profile] greycheonsa 2021-12-30 04:24 am (UTC)(link)
joshua_hong_impact.mp4

anyway this is so good!! love how you captured the aftermath without actually describing what happened, if that makes sense? I Am Not A Sports Person but i really get how much this means to jihoon. too-exuberant lee chan followed by distraught lee chan by jihoon's bedside while jihoon realizes chan's importance in his life... wow. so much emotion in such a short piece!!

i miss search: www ;_;

(Anonymous) 2021-12-30 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
Ship/Member: Wonwoo/Any, wonwoo/ mingyu or hoshi or vernon is preferred or any combi of these), honestly any pairing is welcome !

Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: office setting, aged up (not so much, and not so much age difference), strangers to lovers to ???, tension-filled, figuring out "labels", making the relationship work
Do Not Wants: open ending

Prompt:
"How do you think we'll end up?"
"I think we'll end up loving each other."
"I didn't want those words to hold you back."
"I don't know when you felt that way, but if you ever feel that way again... don't hold back and tell me that you love me."
"I love you."

Ep. 13, Search: WWW (audio: https://youtu.be/YEXzxTOU7yI)
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[FILL] astronomy in reverse

[personal profile] fleurissons 2021-12-30 05:16 am (UTC)(link)
Ship/Member: Soonyoung/Wonwoo
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: multiverses! in the order of the scenes: Grishaverse/Fantasy, Edge of Tomorrow/Apocalypse AU, Heist AU (please keep spider KSY and RWY 007 ver. JWW in mind), Vampire/Supernatural AU, Idolverse.
Permission to remix: Yes

OP I think I took liberties with this but I hope you enjoyed it regardless ^___^ title is from Sleeping At Last's Venus

***

I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times, in life after life, in age after age forever.

— Unending Love, Rabindranath Tagore.


/


Light came in a blinding cascade. It receded in acknowledgement of Soonyoung's presence, revealing a snowy mountaintop. Something flickered in the distance. Soonyoung blinked. The cold bit into his eyelids as the scenery morphed.

In a ghostly lit cavern, a young was man tending to the hearth. His fingers danced and the flames followed.

Generations before Soonyoung's time, the Council received a prophecy from the Saints: a child of darkness will swallow the world whole. Within a year, the First Army had wiped out every shadow summoner and their family.

True darkness, Soonyoung often thought, is the one residing in man's heart.

Wonwoo's light-summoning ability came as a surprise to everyone but Soonyoung, who had been close enough to notice the golden specks in his irises. He had felt the heat of the sun trapped under his skin and tasted the power in Wonwoo's tongue.

If only he knew, why he was helplessly drawn; moth to a flame. If only he knew—

Shadows crawled on the walls, following the command Soonyoung's heart spoke. Wonwoo turned away from the fire. Their gazes met. He said nothing, but he never needed to say anything. The connection between them allowed Soonyoung into his mind.

Stay where you are. I will come to you.

"Wonwoo," he called out, before the darkness caved in on them.

/


"What is it?" He opened his eyes, staring at Soonyoung from his own crib. Soonyoung would have apologised for waking him up, but one look at Wonwoo and he knew he hadn't been sleeping.

"This time tomorrow…"

"This time tomorrow," Wonwoo interrupted, voice rough with exhaustion and stubborn determination, "we'd be here again. Bruised and battered, but here again."

Eleven others received the same assignment. Seungcheol was snoring to kingdom come on the bed above Soonyoung, Seokmin grinning in his sleep on the one to his left. Jeonghan, as always, was nowhere to be found—their unit's impending death had likely worsened his insomnia.

After all, they were being deployed to the frontline at 0600 hours. The probability of all of them surviving past midday was slimmer than none.

"The world is going to end, Wonwoo-yah," Soonyoung answered. "Wouldn't it be cruel not to kiss me at least once before it does?"

Ever since the Mimics arrived, the world had been incessantly loud with the screams of metal and man alike. Wonwoo's thoughtful silence had become a comfort amidst the noise, but now Soonyoung feared it. He closed his eyes and steeled himself for rejection.

"Soonyoung-ah." Wonwoo's bed creaked. "I'm coming over there, okay?"

The world went off-kilter when Soonyoung rushed to meet him halfway.

/


"Be careful." The owner of the voice steadied Soonyoung by the waist. His touch seared through Soonyoung's thin gossamer shirt. The flowers in the shirt's appliqué bloomed under his fingers. Soonyoung's entire body crackled with desire.

"Is that a gun," Soonyoung drawled breathily, leaning back against the breadth of Wonwoo's chest, "or are you just that happy to see me, Inspector Jeon?"

He set his lips to the hollow behind Soonyoung's ear. "Both, Hoshi-ssi." His dangling earring swayed from the gust of Wonwoo's breath. "Or should I say, Kwon Soonyoung-ssi?"

No one had managed to discover his identity before. Hoshi was given on his calling card, placed elegantly above the white spiderweb spun on black cotton fibre, but Kwon Soonyoung was only known to those worthy of his name. As a thief, Soonyoung knew most about worth.

"I knew you'd find me," he sighed, pleased. Wonwoo's hand slid down to his hip. "Finally, the department assigned someone mildly competent to lead the hunt."

"Mildly competent?" asked Wonwoo, haughty.

"You haven't caught me, yet."

But I have caught you, Soonyoung thought giddily. He'd spent years scouring the world for exquisite artefacts to add to his collection, and Jeon Wonwoo would make the perfect centrepiece. He turned around, wanting to admire his beauty properly.

The inspector's soft lips brushed against his cheek.

/


"Oi, what the fuck," Soonyoung protested, pushing Wonwoo away.

"What?" Wonwoo blinked innocently. "You said to bite you."

"Yeah, but be sexier about it!"

"Be sexier?"

"The neck, Wonwoo," he sighed exasperatedly, bringing his index and middle finger together to tap at his pulse point. "The neck. Where the blood is?"

Wonwoo touched Soonyoung's cheek, the one he'd just playfully gnawed on moments ago. Heat gathered under his icy touch.

"From the looks of you," his gaze roamed appreciatively over Soonyoung's features, "I'd say my aim was impeccable."

Soonyoung rolled his eyes. It was his fault for still blushing like a maiden around Wonwoo. The mood was destroyed, but he suspected Wonwoo hadn't wanted to feed in the first place and was merely indulging him, so Soonyoung gave up trying to build it back up again.

"No dinner for you, then," he grumbled. "Come to bed, now. I guess we're turning in without foreplay like an old married couple."

Which, to Wonwoo's defence, they were.

"Okay," Wonwoo said happily.

When Wonwoo joined him under the sheets, his hand came to rest just to the left of Soonyoung's sternum. He murmured something in an ancient tongue, but Soonyoung knew a spell when he heard one. His ears recognised the protection Wonwoo cast over his heart—a possession of his in more ways than one.

/


He startled awake with a gasp.

"Go back to sleep." Wonwoo's deep timbre tamed Soonyoung's stuttering pulse. "It's not even six yet."

"I just had the most vivid series of dreams," he whispered, adjusting his eyes to the cool lighting of the bedroom.

Wonwoo could have easily gone back to sleep, but even with his consciousness ebbing and flowing, his inquisitiveness prevailed.

"Was I there?"

"Yeah."

“A series of dreams, you say?” Soonyoung hummed in response, gliding his hand up Wonwoo’s toned back. “How many did I star in?”

The answer was going to give Wonwoo’s ego the most pleasant stroke, but Soonyoung always got a stomachache after lying to him. It was already churning from the thought alone.

“All of them.”

"So, I'm the man of your dreams. Cool," he mumbled into the crook of Soonyoung's neck, sounding all too pleased with himself. “Tell me more about it at noon.”

Soonyoung snorted. What did he expect?

"Ass." He carded his fingers through Wonwoo's messy locks. "Well, I'm awake now. Might as well go practice."

"Right now?" Wonwoo asked, incredulous. Like Soonyoung hadn't done this countless times before. Like he wasn't going to accompany him and fall asleep in the corner, cap pulled down over his face. "Okay. Be careful on your way out, Mingyu's grumpy when you wake him up too early."

Soonyoung leaned in to kiss his boyfriend goodbye, swiping his tongue along the seam of his lips. An arm's reach was the most separation Wonwoo could bear before he said,

"Wait, I'll come with you."
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Re: FILL: water in your hands

[personal profile] infrequencies 2021-12-30 05:18 am (UTC)(link)
wonu's plan of attack is getting him while he's still vulnerable - headachey, hungover, caffeine not in effect, too embarrassed to respond
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Re: FILL: water in your hands

[personal profile] infrequencies 2021-12-30 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
he's just a little creechur.... a little ferrety mouse boy.... so what if he hoards his feelings in his little rat paws
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Re: FILL: what's left of you

[personal profile] fleurissons 2021-12-30 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
jesus christ sending you my medical bill for the aneurysm i got from reading this. how are you!!! so good!!!!! The space between himself and Seungcheol will eventually be an ocean, with only the distant whisper of salt and sea spray at his back. ????????skgdlfjgk

Re: [FILL] for tomorrow

(Anonymous) 2021-12-30 05:23 am (UTC)(link)
the longing never ceases but jeonghan learns to live with it, carries it around him like a cloak, allows it to knock him down once in a very long while just so he can get up again.

Ahhh this one here 💔💔

I love this so much. 😣😣
And their easy banter like they did not just wait for 600 years to meet each other again 🥲👌
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Re: [FILL] astra inclinant, sed non obligant

[personal profile] fleurissons 2021-12-30 05:28 am (UTC)(link)
[casually orders a hit on you] thank you for writing this!!!! I enjoyed the prose so much... the poetry in it? The way the end linked back to the beginning. The sun/moon and fire/water assignment-so wonderfully done ;___; Lines that drove me absolutely bonkers:
And Jeon Wonwoo was the one sent to put an end to the end. just!! the foreshadowing of it!! the knowledge of what's to come!!
If they were destined for destruction, wasn’t it cruel for fate to Mingyu so easy for Wonwoo to love? HAHAAHHAAHa [buries face in my hands]
Mingyu is liquid beneath him. Wonwoo, Wonwoo is ablaze. the reversal, when two becomes one etc etc... cries

dreamwidth user oeillet i kiss your brain. mwah

kindness is a luxury

(Anonymous) 2021-12-30 05:33 am (UTC)(link)
Ship/Member: consider dk or a member generally/on the surface level characterized as cheerful/happy, if you will. anyone, really!
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: the fact that sometimes you can't afford to be kind. mafia? dirty family buisness? violence? dark realities of idolverse? idk go crazy with this, all up to you!
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:
they say the devil that you know is better than the devil that you don't.

(oh you're a big shot here, but nobody else knows.)

- "leave me alone," I DON'T KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

(Anonymous) 2021-12-30 05:44 am (UTC)(link)
Ship/Member: wonwoo/any
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: N/A
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:
And all my walls
Stood tall painted blue
But I'll take 'em down, take 'em down
And open up the door for you

-- Everything Has Changed, Taylor Swift
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Re: [FILL] astronomy in reverse

[personal profile] youremyflower 2021-12-30 05:58 am (UTC)(link)
oh my god......... OH MY GOD.... this is so.... wow. he really did find him over and over again huh...

"I knew you'd find me,"
i fucking screamed. so sexy <3

also i freaked out a little bit when i saw You filled this prompt this is so perfect thank you
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Re: FILL: water in your hands

[personal profile] youremyflower 2021-12-30 06:33 am (UTC)(link)
oh my GOD
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[FILL] and then sorrow comes forth

[personal profile] grainfall 2021-12-30 06:34 am (UTC)(link)
Ship/Member: Seokmin/Minghao
Major Tags: Implied Character Death
Additional Tags: evangelion-inspired mecha au, confessions never spoken out loud, au-typical violence
Permission to remix: Yes
WC: exactly 400 <3

i’ve never watched nge but i bastardised some of what i know from friends and used it here. i know the prompt was already filled but it really gave me brainworms…


***

The thing about love in the face of war is that there’s no point in telling someone you love them if neither of you are alive to hear it. Minghao sees it like this: first you save the world. Then you give someone your heart.

Most people die before they ever get to that part. He’s not stupid, but he is superstitious, helplessly afraid that if he ever says it out loud they’ll be doomed the next deployment out, consigned to martyrdom. The important part here isn’t the tragedy of their youth, it’s the dying: Minghao doesn’t want that. He wants Seokmin to stay alive. He wants to stay alive. He wants to stay alive so badly that when the Angel barrels towards him he keeps his eyes wide open as he jams his sword through its chest, no finesse, all animal fear; keeps his eyes wide open as the Angel in its death throes screams and screams and the world beyond his cockpit disappears into searing light, white-hot flame, the smell of burning flesh.

They heal his eyes but they don’t wipe the blood off his face. Seokmin’s the one who finds him kneeling in the grass, watching crimson drip from his jaw and fall to the blades below like raindrops. He hasn’t glanced in a mirror but he knows what he must look like: blood carving tear tracks down his cheeks, arms spotted with bruises from where he’d writhed in the hospital bed and they’d had to hold him down long enough to repair the retinal damage.

Behind him Seokmin bends down to wrap him in an embrace, rests his head on Minghao’s shoulder, kisses the side of his head. Minghao clings to the arms around him and shakes so violently it hurts.




In the cockpit of the mech that’ll be his grave Seokmin hits a button and his voice crackles over the radio. Minghao looks up.

“Myungho,” Seokmin says. “I want you to know. I really—“

“Don’t say it,” Minghao begs. “Not now.” He listens to the way Seokmin’s breath catches in his throat. “Tell me when we come back?”

“Okay,” Seokmin says, and Minghao can hear the wan smile in his voice. “I will.”






You need to come back. Seokmin, do you hear me? You need to come back. I haven’t told you anything yet. I haven’t even told you anything. Seokmin. Seokmin!
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[FILL] it's all good till the crescendo

[personal profile] jibes 2021-12-30 07:23 am (UTC)(link)
Ship/Member: wongyuhan!
Major Tags: past relationships
Additional Tags: failed polyam, mild angst, ambiguous/open ending
Permission to remix: Please ask

***

"Oh, and by the way," Wonwoo adds right before he hangs up, like it isn't the whole reason he called instead of texting. "Kim Mingyu is getting married."

Jeonghan's fingers tense on an ugly cord. The sound is a long way away; he looks down at his hands and makes them stop. The quiet leaves room for blood to beat loudly in his ears.

"When?" he says, and then remembers himself. "That's nice. Good for him."

"It is nice," Wonwoo says. "Hyung, I have to go. Let's talk later." Then, wry: "Don't get drunk without me."

"Aigoo, look at our Wonu always working so hard~" Jeonghan coos, but his voice sounds strange, even to him. "Go antagonize your kids. I'll see you when I see you."




These days Jeonghan is a songwriter. Not as good as Jihoon, but still pretty good. The proof is in his KOMCA page: half a dozen pop hits certified gold, several drama OSTs, and now a big-budget wartime musical called Navy Days. The producers had pitched it as Bye Bye Birdie but with real boats onstage, and also they would like if none of the story made sense when performed by ugly people, thanks. (Jeonghan obliged.)

Most of his work is about love or death, which by now is a kind of bromide. There are two types of people, two types of preoccupations (sex and whatever academics like better than it). And, he supposes, two types of music: the beginning and the end of things.

The middle is the hard part. That's where Jeonghan makes his money.

Their money. Wonwoo earns a decent salary from tenure, but it's Jeonghan's songs that bought their apartment and cars and the house in the mountains where they try to spend summers. Neither of them keep score, but Jeonghan's parents are canny in how they inquire after their finances.

Oh, is Wonwoo still teaching? they'll say. At the university or at hagwon? Full-time? What a dear.

The point is: they're solid, but they've worked for it. You can't just let life run its course. Nothing worth having comes without a fight.

Jeonghan knows that. Wonwoo knows that.

Mingyu had been a little shakier on the concept. That's why, Jeonghan thinks, there was always that great divide between them. Mingyu, with his golden skin and the charming way he used to lisp Jeonghan's name, believed in eternal summers. Lived in a sleepy town where everyone was young and beautiful and the sun set on the same brilliant, saturated day, forever.

Jeonghan lives in the real world, and Wonwoo lives there with him.

That's why they never would have worked.

I wish we never met him, Wonwoo said once, his tears staining the fabric at Jeonghan's shoulder. They were drinking then too, the only time he could be honest about any of it. He's the worst thing that ever happened to us.

It's both the truth and not.

That's fair, Jeonghan had replied, tired down to his bones. He'd never thought himself the kind of person who could love more than once, and certainly not at a time. But he had with Wonwoo, with Mingyu. And now look at him.

The problem with stepping, even for a moment, outside the real world, is that coming back to earth shattered your bones on first impact. When they pieced themselves together, limbs and nails and gristle, they found they were no longer whole—there were discrete spaces where Mingyu's wheezing laugh and reckless optimism should have been. The spaces he'd filled with secrets, the spaces he'd warmed with his skin, now gaping wounds.

That's fair. Bet he says the same thing about you.

In this song of theirs, Jeonghan is the beginning, and Wonwoo is the end. Kim Mingyu was the heaving, cresting middle, the crescendo— and now he's gone. Probably driving around that fanciful food truck he'd always wanted. Getting married to some nameless pretty face they'll both pretend they aren't going to stalk online.

Jeonghan hopes he thinks of them sometimes, and that it keeps him up at night.
Edited 2021-12-30 07:26 (UTC)
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Re: [FILL] distance: 4.35 years

[personal profile] moonlitmelodiesfic 2021-12-30 07:27 am (UTC)(link)
Oh thank you!! I’m so glad you liked it! This really was just a child of a bunch of brain worms but hopefully you enjoyed so that’s all good. Thanks for the prompt!!
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Re: [FILL] sick w/o you

[personal profile] deadwine 2021-12-30 07:29 am (UTC)(link)
so turns out i'm never getting over this. like how could you give me SO MUCH HISTORY in 500 words, just tease me with all these intimate romantic fucking details and then stop writing??????????????????????????????????????

i keep reading this and feeling like a kid being given their favourite chocolate for BREAKFAST. and then i read it again and feel like that ALL OVER AGAIN.

the minghao-gaze sits so heavy on this one gosh, this line:
It turns out video calls don’t do him justice. Jungkook has the presence of a goddamn deity.

THIS ENTIRE SECTION I WAS JUST KICKINF MY LEGS OUT LIKE, Did you know you were the first boy I ever had a crush on? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? THE FIRST BOY? Like I totally imagine I NEED U/RUN ERA JK on stage and Minghao just, looking and looking for two years? Before the groupchat? And the way jk greets him it's like oh he took no time at all to catch up to all the love Minghao had been holding onto--or did he? SO MUCH TEASING IN WHAT YOU"VE CHOSEN TO REVEAL AND WHAT YOU HAVEN'T.

And then you hit me with this:
Did you know I’m gonna buy you a house one day? With a balcony overlooking the sea, just like you’ve always wanted. I swear I’ll do it.

I...I need to know where's the house with the balcony, did they make it, which city did they decide on, do they have any dogs, I am delirious with the need to see this future, balcony with the fucking sea view for a boy from Busan ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Then these lines:

Five years catch in his throat. AGAIN. So much history in so little it has my two brain cells boinging inside my skull like a ping pong ball

How dramatic love is. thinking about gmat and the ridiculousness of intimacy all over again

Jungkook sinks into his chest.

Minghao is so glad to be in his body right now.


straight up bawling with how romantic this is. ways to say i love you without saying i love you, this might be one of my absolute favourite lines from you

i know i said this already but i feel soooo full of care and love and attention, this is like the best gift i can get, i will never fear for consequences again if this is what i get in return, i love this more than most things i have read this year already like yeah im biased, but so what. you have planted an entire album of possibilities in my brain with these two and im catatonic but grateful. ily.
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Re: [FILL] it's all good till the crescendo

[personal profile] deadwine 2021-12-30 07:36 am (UTC)(link)
there's something incredibly satisfying and vindicative about a minwonhan dynamic with wonhan being the ones not able to get over their feelings ngl and this hits just. the best spots.

i absolutely love the details about jeonghan's songwriting and how you tied it back to their relationships-the middle of the songs, the kim mingyu.

The problem with stepping, even for a moment, outside the real world, is that coming back to earth shattered your bones on first impact. When they pieced themselves together, limbs and nails and gristle, they found they were no longer whole—there were discrete spaces where Mingyu's wheezing laugh and reckless optimism should have been
this is such an incisive description of love that doesn't last because of mismatched expectations/worldviews and yet, how you carry those unrealities of your past back into your present

i just really liked how tinged with regret this was, thank you so much for sharing!
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Re: [FILL] what i deserved (swirly eyes emoji)

[personal profile] wonwoes 2021-12-30 08:15 am (UTC)(link)
Ship/Member: Wonwoo/Jihoon
Major Tags: Thoughts of death, graphic depiction of injuries, mentions of blood, mentions of violence, implied sexual content
Additional Tags: Fantasy ??? Wonwoo is a god here hehe, First Person POV
Permission to remix: Please ask

***
I walk around with a shackle around my throat although its unseen.

It's not so bad, I can breathe in as much as I want and the food doesn't take a while to go down. It doesn't even bother me as I bathe, a little allowance of space before it kissed my neck was given and I could still pretend it wasn't there if my maids hid it under enough silk.

They told me I was lucky; it was nothing but a slap on the wrist, a warning for toeing the line.

Luck was not often given to humans who betrayed their kin.

"Good thing you're a god then." Jeonghan had chuckled, amused as I laid stomach-down on my sick bed.

The air was filled with the sharp scent of medicinal herbs and the metallic tang of blood from my opened wounds.

Gods still bled and it had been many moons before I could straighten my back without gritting my teeth.

Perhaps it was better to be human.

At least my wounds would succumb to disease, bones breaking as the paddle came down heavy against my spine, at least my finiteness would know an end.

But gods were unchanging, we bleed but we do not die.

Perhaps that is their intended punishment for me—to wish for death but receive no release.

And because human cruelty knows no bounds: their patience stretched taut and thin by the plagues that wreck their nations, their vengeance as sharp as the knives they drive into the hearts of their enemies—gods, humans, creatures alike—and their anger that only saw red; they hand me a sword and ask me to fight.

There is no doubt that my once-comrades in the battlefield would not hesitate to cut me as deep as they cut out foes, then look the other way.

They'd call it a casualty and then wheel me back into the palace with my maids attending, absolved in their crimes because I would not die.

I could not die.

Gods were unchanging and I was cursed to watch humanity tear themselves open as they remake the world we once created for them.

You were amongst them, now.

A general, one of the servants who still stood by my side whispered after you walked into the war room and silenced the entire crowd with a single look.

I had never felt so proud of you then—you were shining, every sinew poised for the battlefield, tendons light and hands quick.

I used to map ancient words on the palm of your hands, whispering my love and devotion for you as you slept. You'd ask me then, what they meant but I feared my words would scare you so I simply kissed the lids of your eyes and lulled you to sleep in my arms.

But now, I think you'd no sooner aim a javelin to my throat than let me stand by your side.

You spoke boldly, addressed the growing unrest within your ranks with words that evoked a sense of duty in them and they listened to you.

I listened to you.

Between the both of us, it was you who should have been blessed by the heavens with eternity.

The warriors cheered and shouted your name when you ended your speech, they called you their savior, their enemies' executioner, the new King.

I knew you never wanted these titles, you simply wanted for the war to end so you could tend to your sheep and carry your sisters on your back again.

You wanted to come home.

But when our eyes met. I knew you could only see a stranger.

I saw the tension form, your fingers curled at the hilt of your sword, your eyes blazed with righteous fury.

I could not blame you, I would not blame you.

I leave before you can have the chance to cut open my chest even more.

*

Gods were unchanging and yet I tried to change the world so you could tend to your sheep and carry your sisters on your back once more without blood dripping on your hands.

I should have known Fate did not listen, even to desperate and love-sick gods. Especially to desperate and love-sick gods.

What was written was to be.

And I was branded a traitor for trying to save your soul.

**

Human cruelty knew no bounds and it did not surprise me when you stepped into my chambers late into the night after the maids have put my hair down and wiped the day's work off of my skin.

The silks were not enough and I was not quick to hide my throat.

"How juvenile." You chastised as your eyes met my skin and I shiver with how heavy your gaze have always been.

I turned away, afraid of what I would see if I let you in more.

"General, good evening." I speak and I thank my tutors for teaching me the art of indifference, "How may this lowly one be of service to you?"

Despite my godhood, I knew I was seen as nothing but a common slave. The luxuries afforded to me was only because despite their cruelty, humans still feared the wrath of gods.

You were silent for a moment and I did nothing but stand where you found me, afraid to break what little peace that surrounded us before your anger reared its ugly head.

I knew you would not draw your sword to hurt me, your beliefs forbade you to.

(That was why you were not the one who handed my punishment, you left when they drew the first blood out of me.

I was thankful for your graciousness then.

I would not know how to look you in the eye if you saw me in despair.)

But humans were crafty and words hurt just as much as barbed arrows.

"Why did you betray us."

I knew you wanted to ask why I betrayed you but perhaps not, I did not know the tune of your heart anymore.

"I did it to stop the blood shed, to spare innocent lives, to end the war."

I did it for you.

"Lies." You hiss and your disbelief stings my skin and I could feel the shackles tighten around my neck like a garrote. "The Council was right, you are nothing but a liar and a traitor."

I let your words fall, I let your anger rise into the surface, I let you bite my skin and split my wounds open, I let you bound me, I let and let and let.

This was what I deserved.

***

In the morning I stare at the blacks and blues on my skin.

Jihoon-ah, has your anger quelled now?

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Edited 2021-12-30 08:18 (UTC)

(Anonymous) 2021-12-30 08:38 am (UTC)(link)
URE CRAZYYYY
the way you've perfectly portrayed the kill or be killed attitude of the underground, vernon's cold care towards chan as not to coddle him but to make him stronger, and chan's cheeky yet oblivious attitude - so simple minded as always.

very very well written and sooo moody, im obsessed with your attention to detail.
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Re: FILL: water in your hands

[personal profile] slytherminie 2021-12-30 09:35 am (UTC)(link)
YOON JEONGHAN YOU ARE AN IDIOT BOY!!! A RODENT!!! oh i love this so much