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chennett tag on tumblr is barren? i’m on my way

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Can’t hold back

Pairing: Sung Jinwoo x Kim Dokja

Content warning: surprise first kiss, light negative self thinking.

Description: Dared to kiss a girl, Sung Jinwoo refuses and has to kiss Kim Dokja in punishment instead.

A/N: First try, lets see how this goes!

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It wasn't supposed to end up like this.

It was a stupid game with little more to offer than some light embarrassment and a form of entertainment to pass the time the teacher would be gone for.

Truth or dare. Such a simple game, more often than not taken advantage of to dig under a person's skin. The class lit up at the mention of the name and the ball was dropped. They gathered around, tilting chairs to the back of the class like a secret, and the game started.

It began simple enough. Trivial truths and disgusting dares that ranged from licking the bottom of the desk to drinking unholy concoctions of combined drinks that should never be consumed. But the longer they played, the bolder the kids got.

Personal questions that bordered invasive were asked and dares that were promptly rejected were given consequences no one wanted to be caught doing.

And it was fine, until a question was directed at Sung Jinwoo.

Sung Jinwoo was a popular kid, even if he was slightly cold. His appearance and great athletic ability won the majority of the school over.

"Hey Sung, wanna join?"

Kim Dokja raised his head from the desk, watching as the two boys that started the game hounded on the other boy. They sure were a persistent bunch.

Sung Jinwoo glanced at them from his peripheral vision. "Sure."

Kim Dokja let his head bow a little bit. He didn't know Jinwoo entertained these kinds of games...

He enters the fray along with most of the class who hadn't gotten bored or annoyed at the dares. In only a few rounds, it doesn't take long for Jinwoo to get a turn.

"Truth or dare, Jinwoo-ssi?"

He ponders for a moment. "Dare."

Kim Dokja sighs. This guy...

The girl with short back hair has a sneaky glint in her eye as she hums. "I dare you to... kiss Lee Jisoo!"

"Wha—?! Danbi!" The girl sitting beside her blushes vibrantly, and most of the class riots at the dare. The girl is cute, and very popular herself with all of the boys at school in their grade.

Kim Dokja remembers them being so dramatic when the news broke out that she got a boyfriend—a senior. It was funny how they thought they had a chance.

He looks between his folded arms as Jinwoo glances at the girl. Her long hair fell over her shoulders, her blush tinting her ears and neck. She shyly fiddles with her strands. Kim Dokja feels something bitter wedge in his throat.

Was he really gonna…?

“I can’t,” Jinwoo says, voice leveled. “Jisoo-ssi is in a relationship. It wouldn’t be right.”

“Aww,” the friend, Danbi, pouts. Jisoo stills, wilting under Jinwoo’s rejection. Dokja rolled his eyes. She must’ve been seriously bored of her boyfriend to be that upset about not kissing Jinwoo.

“Ahh! Jinwoo didn’t take the dare, that means he needs a punishment!”

Kim Dokja felt that whatever the class would choose as a punishment, wasn’t going to be a good thing.

Jinwoo sighed. “Alright, what is it?”

The group of boys had conspiratorial smiles. One of them coughed to clear his throat and raised his hand.

“Because Jinwoo couldn’t finish the dare, for your punishment, you must—“

The grip he had on his phone tightened, a lump of something unnamed lodging into his throat as the attention of the class turned to him.

“Kiss Kim Dokja instead!”

His eyes widen, and so do those of everyone else. In a matter of seconds, they burst into another riot. He wasn’t that well liked, not only because he was antisocial and blended seamlessly into the background, but also because be was best friends with Sung Jinwoo.

“Ahh, shut up will you? It’s supposed to be a punishment!”

At that, Kim Dokja withers beneath the redirected stares. They felt like daggers digging into his back, twisting in and hoped for him to bleed.

“What are you waiting for, Jinwoo-ssi? Go on. You’re not allowed to get out of this one~”

He braced himself for Jinwoo’s rejection. He wouldn’t blame him either. It wasn’t his fault Kim Dokja had a crush on him.

But, it was the opposite of what he expected.

Jinwoo looked at him, and for a moment, the surprise coloring his expression froze into another emotion that darted out of his gaze too quick for him to catch.

When he opened his mouth, everyone else was taken off guard, but not as much as him.

“Alright.”

Jinwoo got up for where he sat and walked towards him.

No way. Jinwoo wasn’t seriously going to do it, right? His heart beat loudly, drumming blood in his ears. Kim Dokja gripped the edge of the desk, anticipation climbing up his spine.

The whole class was quiet, eerily so. Jinwoo reached his desk and sent him a small smile. For some reason, that comforted him.

Idiotically, for a single second, Kim Dokja let his guard down.

Jinwoo dipped down and caught his lips in a kiss. He froze, the voices of everyone yelling falling death ears as all his attention was put into the push and pull of lips. Lightly chapped, warm, the sensation set him off.

His first kiss. The one he wanted and hoped to give to Sung Jinwoo, had just been stolen by him instead.

The kiss lasted for five seconds, but for him it felt much, much longer. When they separated, Kim Dokja couldn’t see straight. His face felt warm, his body frozen deeply in place.

Sung Jinwoo backed away and was swarmed by the boys that made them kiss, yelling in surprise how they didn’t actually think Jinwoo would do such a thing.

He feels a prickle of contempt directed at him and raises his head to see it coming from the sparse crowd of girls. Lee Jisoo, who was denied a kiss because of her having a boyfriend, was biting at her nail with frustrated tears in her eyes as they all glared at him.

Dokja shouldn’t, but a twist of satisfaction crept along his heart.

When Jinwoo looks back at him, gray eyes knowing and lidded, he suddenly feels somewhat claustrophobic. He gets up from his seat, the ends of it grinding against the floor, and he flees the room and into the long halls of the school. He ignores the shout of his name.

He hides himself in the bathroom, his face in his hands. His heart doesn’t stop beating incessantly in his chest. His face scrunches up, little tears sprinkling in the corner of his eyes.

“Jinwoo, you idiot.”

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This was supposed to be one whole part, but looks like there’s gonna be a second part to this that will go into the nsfw I originally planned it to have. Ah well~

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I wanted to make this a full fanfiction on my wattpad, but I didn’t want to disappoint everyone with the super slow updates (like my scumlord lol) so.. here’s crap I pulled out of my notes called arise, undead (“pretty obsessed” sung jin-woo x male, zombie reader) I also really like the options I have in tumblr lol. I’m a little embarrassed to add tags because I’m not sure if people will like it and stuff.. But yeah! This is the book cover I made for it here too! :D

Im having too much fun with these new stuff~ (please excuse me. this is my first long post and i love everything here—)

(spoilers)

The plot is that Jin-Woo finds an undead in the woods, tries to arise him and it does work. Now they fight together because the zombie has no memories and is literally immortal (yet dead). Near the end, they discover that MC was murdered and his body was buried in the woods yada yada. Then when Jin-Woo goes back, he has to save him. But, he has to save MC as a 15 year old while MC is a 27 year old..

(I planned that part out and I think it’s a little funny how suddenly a kid approaches you like “You’re going to die if you go somewhere. Come with me, I’m your lover from the future.”

“Ah, it’s a chuunibyou.. Sorry kid, but I need to go to work—“

“No.”

‘Alive or not, MC still looks like a zombie.. Why are you so overworked?!’)

IT WAS SUNG JIN-WOO’S FIRST TIME using his new job skills, so naturally he’d get excited in testing every single little thing about it. He just exited the purple hued portal behind him, feeling like he acquired an interesting new toy to play with. Even though he was tired from the lack of sleep, his joy kept him from passing out.

Either it was that, or the rain pouring over his head. All his excitement flushed into disappointment as his shoes got muddy from the damp forest foor and his clothes getting completely soaked in rainwater. It would be impossible to pass out with the loud thunder rumbling in the background.

He cursed with every step on his path, finding it hard to walk with the slippery and uneven soil, his vision blurry from water and dark skies and his body dragging itself against harsh rain. Unfortunately, he was also already very exhausted.

Out of all the times for a thunderstorm, why did it have to be right after the job change quest?

From behind the trees, he heard a low distorted roar—forcing him to dip his head towards it’s direction. He held a dagger in one hand, trying to make out its shape from behind the trees.

It was in a humanoid shape, making him relax just a little bit. “Is anyone there?” he questioned.

His voice seemed to reach the stranger as they left their hiding spot in the trees’ shade. The person looked to be a man wearing a formal suit, diluted blood marking over his chest and face. Even though he looked human, he didn’t seem to breathe, just limply staring at Jin-Woo with a blank and lifeless expression.

Strangely, the stranger’s (s/c) skin was pale, like blood hasn’t been pumping through his veins. But attacking a person because they looked really sick wasn’t a good thing, it’s like attacking an overworked person because they looked so dead. It was either it was too dark or the view was too blurry.

“Hello?” Jin-Woo called out one time, staying cautious from the stranger. It lunged at Jin-Woo with a raspy growl, nearly scratching his face. Jin-Woo ducked, a small scratch appearing on his face from the speed. It definitely wasn’t human.

Sung Jin-Woo was already fatigued, at a disadvantage with the location as well. He cursed, barely dodging every slash thrown at him. “Igris!” he called out, the shadow materialising from behind him. Igris grabbed the humanoid monster, a splash of mud splattering around as it was thrown.

Sung Jin-Woo stabbed it deep in the chest, not a single drop of blood spilling out as he stepped back to breathe. He put his hands on his knees, staring at the lifeless corpse as he sent Igris back. ‘It seems pretty strong.. Should I extract it?’

He took a deep breath, getting closer to the body as he raised his hand. His posture was elegant, holding a composed expression as droplets of rain streamed down his attractive face, adding to his charm. A deep and soothing voice left his mouth, sending chills to anyone who would hear it.

“Arise.”

Though unfortunately, the Shadow Monarch was greeted with nothing but silence and the sound of ambient rain. That’s odd, if it was a failed extraction then a notification would pop up to let him know or something. Was the system suddenly broken? If that’s the case, he should try again.

“Arise.. arise. ARISE!” he shouted multiple times, but a shadow didn’t get extracted. He furrowed his brows, squatting down to find out the cause of his skill suddenly breaking. “Why isn’t it working..?” he mumbled under his breath, getting closer to the body with a puzzled look on his face.

“Arise. Arise. Arise arise arise. Wake up. Rise and shine. Arise. Awake. Good morning. Arise.”

“I’m not dead yet, dimwit.”

Did the body just.. talk back to him?

“You didn’t hear anything,” Jin-Woo blurted out, getting embarrassed from the montage of Arise and synonyms he was saying to something that was alive. He stabbed the body once again, trying to kill it as he attempted once more. “Arise.”

“You don’t have to try again. I’m not dead,” the man just sat up like it was just his average tuesday, sliding out the blade from his chest, handing it to Jin-Woo and dusting off his clothes. The undead just raised his head towards the sky, watching clouds part as he lifted his palm, no more droplets landing on top of it. “Oh, the rain is clearing up.”

“Excuse me. Didn’t you just try to attack me?”

“Did I? I don’t remember,” the stranger scratched the back of his neck, looking bored as he yawned. “My name is (L/n) (M/n), age 27. And you are?”

“Sung Jin-Woo, 24.”

“Nice meeting you. Now where in the hell am I?”

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(L/N) (M/N) HAD A NASTY SCOWL on his face, plopping the sewing kit on Jin-Woo’s bed as he angrily tried to open it with one arm. Unfortunately, someone had cut off his right arm that he spent ages trying to sew back on.

“What next, my leg?” he cursed under his breath as Sung Jin-Woo opened it for him. “Wait a minute,” Jin-Woo said, sticking the end of his arm to his shoulder. “Hold this,” he said, making (M/n) keep his limb in one place as he put the thread in the needle.

“What?” The zombie still looked very angry, knitting his brows together as he held still. “I thought you needed a hand,” Jin-Woo lightly joked, trying to make (M/n)’s mood towards him a little better. The undead male gave him his signature dead stare, tightly holding his severed upper arm before speaking.

“Jin-Woo, I am dead serious here.”

He started to lightly chuckle, noticing that Sung Jin-Woo was almost finished with sewing his arm back on his body. “Hey, you’re pretty good at this.” His remark made Jin-Woo smile as he opened and closed his hand, almost as if it was brand new.

“My clothes kept getting ripped when I was E-Rank. I learned naturally.”

“The next time you rip off my limbs, please fix them too,” (M/n) said, flailing his right hand in the air with satisfaction.

“Well next time. I’m sure I’ll make you mine.”

“I doubt that.”

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“OH HECK! There goes my leg!”

“Oh no... He’s dead! It’s not like I’m happy about it or anything~! ...Arise arise arise arise—“

“IM NOT DEAD!”

“God damn it.. Jin-Woo, could you go fetch my torso, and my arms and my legs and uh.. my head. Yes, thank you.”

“You don’t have a heartbeat and your skin is ice cold. I stabbed you 32 times. How are you still moving?”

“Dunno, ask Jesus.”

“I CAN’T BREATHE! I’M DYING.”

“You don’t breathe, (M/n).”

“Oh yeah, you’re right.”

“Sometimes I wonder if you want me dead or if you want me alive. Which one is it?”

“Either way is fine as long as you’re mine.”

“Gross, necrophiliac.”

“Good night, (M/n).”

“Good night, Jin-Woo..”

“Alright.. arise arise arise arise arise arise arise—“

“Once again, I am not dead.”

“You’re not useless, (M/n). Because when you die, I WILL MAKE YOU MY SHADOW.”

“HOW IS THAT SUPPOSED TO COMFORT ME?!”

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Bet

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random sketch

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some… idk concept art? of idol jd’s concert clothes + their hair style/colors

dio prefers chokers and form-fitting tops while jona prefers long dangly necklaces and loose tops. im thinkin purple dio + mint jona is around mv2 / love lively era, bc thats when dio’s hair was longest + jona’s hair was shortest (even tho the mv’s dont show it lol)

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Josuke knows true fear.

(Just funny screenshots I took while looking for Mikitaka stuff the other day.)

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diegyro shippers are finally increasing i'm going feraL

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practicing side profiles plus gay people real?? i cant draw n_n

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"can you feel it too, jonathan?"

i'll start posting art stuffs here soon 🔥

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JD LOG 1 

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Tw//Blood

"Jojo? Are you there?"

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this is what i choose to use my limited energy for these days

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For my 2 other diejoni fans in the crowd<3

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the size difference between johnny and jonathan is absolutely amazing and i love them