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Hello beautiful people! Any pinterest user here? I am doing a research for my project and need to talk to some Pinterest users. I would really appreciate your help!

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Hello hello I just found your blog today hello hello i just found your blog today and its amazing ;w; But I was wondering something that I saw, for the exodus pathcode project, I didn't see a Kyungsoo one. Is one for him not made or am I just blind enough that I passed over it?

Hello hello hello anon, thank you so much!! Kyungsoo’s isn’t out yet, so busy here ;;  

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hi!! I found your blog today and was blown away by the uniqueness and the quality of your edits/graphics! It's very inspiring. I'm hoping to build up the depth of my edits; I just started editing kpop. 2 ?'s: could you take a look at my edits on my blog, suhoahjusshi tagged/my edit (they're simple) ? also, what's a good texture and graphic source (adding in flowers, vectors, etc.) that you'd suggest? I have a good site for fonts but not for textures, etc. thank you^^ [private msg, new follower]

Hello there! Thank so much ;;;;;; So so so happy to hear that. Apparently they’re not 100% original. I tried to follow graphic styles that i love and apply it into my edits. I got so many inspirations from pinterest/behance.net  Here’s my inspiration board on pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/antaresky/photo-editing/ and https://www.pinterest.com/antaresky/poster/ 

Tbh whenever i need certain texture i just google it and use whatever i find nice enough (in terms of detail, lighting and size), so i don’t know any particular site that provide them ^^;; sorry. 

I’d love to see your edits! *brb opens your blog*

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#KAISOO on film noir lens.

“There is no trap so deadly as the trap you set for yourself.” ― Raymond Chandler, Long Goodbye

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Exodus Project part III: Jongdae, Baekhyun, Yixing

ExoAssassins!AU inspired by Pathcode teasers.

There, trapped in a corner under a sea of stars, his ragged breathing was loud in his own ears, his heaving chest rising and falling in the dark. I need to get out. (read the drabbles here) 

(See part I: Sehun, Jongin, Chanyeol, here)

(See part II: Minseok, Tao, Junmyeon, here) 

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Exodus Project Part III: Chen, Lay, Baekhyun

Drabbles by Oigabuss

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Lyon

The echoing sounds of panicked footsteps filled the air.

This is odd, he thought. Very odd.

In the distance, lights flickered out, drowning part of the city in complete darkness.

Very odd indeed.

As if on cue, more lights flickered out, and the footsteps grew shorter apart. Before long, darkness chased him like a cold-blooded murderer, pushing him deep into the historical compound.

This wasn’t part of the plan.

He raced with the dark and reached the gates just before the last lights flickered out. Punching a series of number on his phone in one hand, he rattled the metal barricade with the other, knowing from gut instinct that it wouldn’t respond to the signals his phone was sending.

There, trapped in a corner under a sea of stars, his ragged breathing was loud in his own ears, his heaving chest rising and falling in the dark.

I need to get out.

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Almaty, same day

The scenery down below looked best between 4.30 to 5.30 PM. During that full hour, every surface would be tinged with yellow, every person bathed in gentle light. Up above their heads, tangelo mixed with a muted fuchsia, and blue battled through in the background. The scenery did not look less astounding right after the sun rises, though. The quiet, chilly air had a charm of its own.

In Jongdae’s opinion, this was all good and well, but all he cared about was that the tower library provided him with such a spectacular vantage point. As he hit a number on his speed dial, he wondered if anyone was ever here before him for the very same purpose.

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Lyon, same day

“Hello, Heal Me Kill Me Laundry Services, may I help— Oh, hi, Jongdae, I have been expecting you.”

Yixing continued attending to the work in front of him as he listened into his earpiece.

“How many pairs do you need laundered this time? Any skirts?”

He threw out a bucketful of dirtied water into a sewer right outside the building, next to where his Econoline was parked.

“Two trousers and a skirt? Wait, how are you not sure it’s a skirt?” he chuckled to himself, heading back inside the abandoned shop he was previously called into. “Oh, that’s called a skort, Jongdae, it’s getting quite popular nowadays. I deal with them all the time.”

The white floor was clean, at least to a layman’s eyes, but he would really need to get some serious work done on the wall in the hours before the sun rises.

“Of course I will. But you know I can’t go there myself, right? I’ll send someone over for you. I’m still in Lyon right now.”

For good measure, he retrieved a fresh bottle of bleach from the back of his van.

“Yeah, it’s still a bit of a mess right now. It’s [Baekhyun], so I’m sure you know how it is. I heard both Kai and Aeolus were occupied, and [Kyungsoo] has been unreachable for more than a week now. Do you happen to know where he is?”

Yixing walked back into the shop, still quite amazed at how inefficient some people could be. It was just a couple of spies, for god’s sake, not a flock of sheep.

“I wish he would just follow Aeolus and carry a goddamn gun. You know he sawed his way out of the compound? After all the hassle about cracking security through his phone. He forgot the place was gonna be on lockdown during earth hour.”

Yixing breathed out a long, heavy sigh.

“Very well. Of course, Jongdae, consider your laundry done. Good bye.”

This was going to be a long and arduous night.

***

(to be continued to part IV)

Part I (Sehun, Jongin, Chanyeol) here.

Part II here (Minseok, Tao, Junmyeon) here. 

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Exodus Project Part II 

Minseok, Tao & Junmyeon

Exo Assassins!AU inspired by Pathcode teasers. Drabbles by Oigabuss 

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Berlin

This particular strip in one of Berlin’s shadier parts wasn’t exactly the smoothest path Minseok has ever encountered, but it certainly wasn’t the worst. But tonight, after a stumble that nearly ended with him smashing his head into a brick wall, it was rough enough to make him ditch actually going on his hipster skateboard and carrying it instead. The world just seemed a bit woozier when you’re full of alcohol instead of thoughts.

No regrets, though, he thought as he walked (or tumbled) home. It made everything more exciting on this rather boring stint. Thank goodness it was nearing its end.

He was so immersed in his thoughts (and focusing on not losing his head on the way home) that he almost didn’t notice a burly guy jumping out of nowhere.

“Yo,” Burly Guy said from beneath his dark hoody. “Money. Your money,” he continued, brandishing a serrated knife that gave off a slight glint under the yellow flickering lights.

Maybe this stint wasn’t too boring after all.

“Yooo,” Minseok slurred. “Hallo. Wait, let me get something from my bag.”

If Burly Guy seemed rather taken aback at the instantaneous compliance, Minseok didn’t notice, his hands busy digging the inside of his JanSport backpack.

“Sorry, I’m sure it’s here somewhere…”

Burly Guy fidgeted, glancing left and right for any sign of the polizei.

“Ah. Got it,” Minseok mumbled with a genuine smile on his face.

“Hurry, where’s the money— AAAAACK!!!”

Minseok’s axe didn’t glint under the yellow flickering lights. He never got the chance to clean up after his last use, and bits of crusted red was sticking disgustingly to the blade.

Burly Guy screamed like a teenage girl at the first swing, but instead of chopping off a limb, Minseok brought the wooden handle of his axe down on his attacker’s (or victim?) nose.

“AAAAACK!!!”

“Sssssh, sissy, someone’s gonna catch us if you keep making those noises,” Minseok advised as he raised his axe again, this time aiming for an eye. Before he could strike, though, the sound of whistle blowing cut through the night air.

“AAAAACK!!!”

“I said sssssh, boy, fucking hell you’re gonna get us caught!”

“YOU!” an unfamiliar voice rang out. “You, what are you doing!”

“Sir! This crazy guy has an axe! He broke my nose! This is assault!”

“What?! But this is mugg—”

“Young man! Drop your weapon now!” the polizei shouted, waving a pair of handcuffs. “Station! Now!”

Yeah. Not too boring after all.

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Berlin, next day

“What the fuck were you thinking?” Zitao muttered from under his breath. The clear morning air of Berlin was pleasant on his tired skin, but he couldn’t appreciate it in the company of someone so… fucked up.

Minseok merely shrugged.

“Seriously, what the fuck? I had to take a train from Barcelona just to fetch your arse. So what the fuck?”

Minseok looked at Zitao straight in the eyes, and in all seriousness, answered, “Huang Zitao. Would you remember what you were thinking after you’ve had a bottle or two?”

“A bottle or— Wow, I almost forgot how much of a piece of work you are. How could you?” Zitao asked in exasperation.

“How could I? Well, how dare he? I was being mugged, you know!”

“You were being— You know how lame of an excuse that is?”

“Whatever, man, give me a break,” Minseok said nonchalantly, cracking his neck and working the kinks out of his knuckles. “You know they didn’t even give me a mattress? I’ll buy you breakfast.”

Zitao shook his head in disbelief. “You owe me more than breakfast,” he said, massaging his neck. He felt an incoming headache, no thanks to his comrade. “You know you might get into trouble for this?”

“Eh, why?” Minseok inquiried, adjusting the straps of his backpack. “I was the one being mugged. Junmyeon would understand.”

Zitao only shook his head some more.

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Marseille, same day

The knife Junmyeon threw with gusto whizzed right past Minseok’s left ear and landed on the wall behind him. Minseok was pretty sure he lost a strand of hair or two.

“No, I do not understand.”

Junmyeon massaged his neck at the feeling of an incoming headache, and he realised maybe that was also why Zitao had kept massaging his own neck.

“Mugged. M-U-G-G-E-D. Like, you know? Getting robbed in broad daylight? Or, well, night light?”

“No, Minseok, that wasn’t my point—”

“Blood pressure,” Zitao reminded Junmyeon softly.

“Well, then, what? I don’t get it.”

Junmyeon came to the conclusion that arguing the point further would only result in aggravating the tell-tale of his headache.

“OK, I understand. You were being mugged. You were the victim. You don’t owe Zitao dinner.”

Junmyeon didn’t miss how Zitao’s eyes widened. And was that betray in his eyes?

“Thank you. Finally someone sane understands,” Minseok said, looking like he finally obtained justice.

“Now,” Junmyeon continued, “on a more serious note.”

Both Minseok and Zitao perked up from the shift of mood.

“Thank you for the information, Minseok. I am pleased to tell you that the data in London has also been successfully retrieved with minimum casualty. The remaining plans are being carried out as we speak. The time is near. For everyone’s best interest, we would all reconvene at a later designated place.”

Every single one in the room smiled. Finally, a point they could agree on.

**

(to be continued to part III) 

(see part I here)

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#exodusproject #ExoAssassinAU part I

Sehun, Jongin, Chanyeol.

Updated with drabbles by Miss Oigabuss guys!

“He brought the bike to a screeching halt to look back and admire his handy work. Dead, for sure. Unless you can live and breathe without a head attached to your shoulders.” [read more here]

See part II here 

See part III here

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Exodus Project Part I

Drabbles by Oigabuss

PART 1: KAI X SEHUN X CHANYEOL

London

The roar of engine intensified for the few seconds that the wheels lunged even faster forward. Beneath all the noise, the sound of steel drawn from its sheath was undetectable, naturally. So was the sound of steel slashing through flesh, and the splatter of blood hitting the pavement.

He brought the bike to a screeching halt to look back and admire his handy work. Dead, for sure. Unless you can live and breathe without a head attached to your shoulders.

He hopped off his ride and stabilized it, then sashayed his way to the unmoving carcass. Thick, sticky blood, darkened under the low lighting of a deserted London alleyway, was starting to pool around the jacket of its (formerly intact) wearer. Part of the collar was cut clean. He rummaged the inside pocket, a part yet to be tainted by the ever-spreading substance, to retrieve a long out dated floppy disk. Satisfied, he walked away, strolling as leisurely as when he first approached.

The roar of engine intensified once more, but this time, beneath all the noise, there was laughter in the air.

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Edinburgh, next day

The silencer looks good now, Sehun decided, stowing away the sleek, matte device and a piece of dirtied cloth in the opened padded box. He was about to reach for his Glock when the door opened behind him and a voice interrupted his movements.

“Still going with that puny little thing?” Kai snickered.

Sehun wasn’t sure if it was a question or an insult.

“Fucking pussy.”

An insult it is.

“Not everyone’s a flashy bastard like you,” Sehun said calmly, reaching for his Glock and directing the nozzle to between Kai’s eyes. “Bam, bam.”

Kai only blinked.

“Whatever, you weirdo.”

Sehun was about to put away his gun when he noticed a bloody katana in Kai’s left hand, and his expression changed.

“You got it, I assume?” Sehun asked in excitement.

“Yeah. All good. So now you can call that other thing off.”

Sehun couldn’t reach for his phone fast enough.

“He’s not gonna be pleased.”

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Arizona, same day

“Yeah?”

Chanyeol balanced his phone between an ear and a shoulder, hands going back to polishing the nondescript bottle he had before him.

“I’m in the back of the van. Yeah. All good, man, I just need to make one more.”

Hearing the response from across the line, his hands paused. “What?” he asked incredulously, eyes squinting. “Seriously? Again? That fucking bastard.”

His hands tightened around the neck of the bottle. Fucking hell, not again.

“Yeah, yeah, got it. No more.”

Well, maybe he could sneak in just one tiny little explosion.

“OK. I said I got it. Bye.”

He finished up polishing the thing in his hand, wiping it clean of all traces of fingerprints. He was about to exit the van, bottle in hand, when the phone vibrated against his thigh.

“Yeah?”

Chanyeol pulled away his phone from his ear when all he heard from the other side were violent threats and a string of profanities. He grumbled as he spoke into the receiver.

“Just how the hell did you know I was going to do that?”

(to be continued)

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[ HQ Infographic of each member here]

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#exodusproject #ExoAssassinAU part I

Sehun, Jongin, Chanyeol.

“He brought the bike to a screeching halt to look back and admire his handy work. Dead, for sure. Unless you can live and breathe without a head attached to your shoulders.” [read more here]

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#KAISOO on film noir lens.

“There is no trap so deadly as the trap you set for yourself.” ― Raymond Chandler, Long Goodbye

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“I Crave Your Mouth, Your Voice, Your Hair” by Pablo Neruda 

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Kai X Kyungsoo double exposure pathcode teaser

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Happy Mother's Day from Kyungsoo <3

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Luhan: I’m Not A Monster!

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You should do a cover of Thunder because oh my goodness, my life would be so complete!

thank you I'm flattered ;;__;; maybe i'm gonna try it later hehe <3

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Halooo kak, aku nemu blog graphic ini dari salah satu playlist kakak di 8tracks (yang entah kenapa langsung cengo liat editannya DEWAA!) And just asking, bolehkah aku simpen editan kakak terus aku pake buat cover fics? Aku gak bakal lupa kasih credit kok kak, bolehyabolehyaaaa -n-; Btw kakak ngedit dimana? Kalo lewat ps, sekali-kali buat tuto gitu dong ;m; Thank you~ kak!

Halo :D tentuuu boleh don;t forget credit hoho. Bikin tuto ya, beberapa orang minta sih tapi semacam tidak sempat huhu ;;_;; thanks anyway i'm glad you like it :)