#ive been meaning to draw the two of them for SOO FUCKING LONG!!!!!!!! and it never amounted to anything

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ok so im gonna talk very vaguely about the opla im not including spoilers but. warning for that i guess. anyway while watching through the episodes and seeing hiw much zoro and nami got to interact i was just so heavily reminded of ur fic the sea makes bones of bodies and how you characterize the two there. (btw i still have not read the second chapter im saving it for when i can give it my full undivided attention bc its very important that i enjoy your writing in full no distractions. so apologies for lack of word from me about that but i assure my paragraphs long comment is coming) ANYWAY like the way u write zoro and nami in that fic and their relationship just struck such a chord with me because they are similar in their struggles and loss but they are so stubborn about them and they understand each other but they wont ask or press . they can just be with each other. and thats kind of what it felt like in the opla too which i absolutely fucking adored oh my god. seeing the nami/zoro relationship be developed like that where they got their own scenes together made me so happy. maybe im sounding insane but i couldnt help but draw a parallel between the two it was rly awesome to watch ok peace and love

loffffiiiiii oh my god THANK YOU SOO MUCHH!!!!!! AAA!! <3 <3 <3 first of all do nAWT apologize omg i am so glad youve enjoyed what youve read so far and it makes me so happy that you taken the time to read the first half the fic!!! AAA!!! im really delighted that you liked the way i wrote nami and zoro's relationship (they mean sooo much to meeeee) and i cant believe opla made you think of me and my stuff that is such, such, such a huge compliment and im!!!! screams!!! thank you!!

i have been absolutely loving the development of zoro and nami's companionship/relationship in opla so far (im still not caught up kahjsdf) and all of their scenes have been like serotonin straight to my brain... they feel so grounded (or as grounded as one piece can be hehe) and i am so excited to keep watching because the way the romance dawn trio/the various friendships and relationships within the trio is portrayed in this... aaaaa!!! it is everything ive ever wanted!!! im glad you enjoyed that element as well!!!!

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!! AGAIN!!!! AAAHHH!!!! <3 <3 <3 <3

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Alík anon back for more. 1. I still think your OCs are cool as hell. I like all of them but Alík(obviously lmao) and Nastya are my favorites.

2. I love how you portray Anya and Dima, in both your art and your fics. Your stuff is part of the reason I like them, and also their side of the PAFL story more than before.

3. Your fics are so good. You’re scary good at, like, gory ones too, like with Divergence and the one where Sanya beats you up(sorry, forgot the name). Those two fics made me feel exactly where my heart was and made me feel the bile in my stomach. I mean this in a good way. 👍🏽

4. I think this is the last thing. Also, first reason for me wanting to send this ask. I saw the alík x sanya playlist and thought “hey that’s sick as hell, lemme like that.” First thing is, are you okay with that? Can I have the playlist in my library? And second, on a funnier note, I made a playlist filled with songs that made me think of sapphic longing, and it was unintentionally very similar to the alík x sanya playlist. Which makes sense considering their relationship. I think. First songs I can think of were Wet by dazey and the scouts and Squaring Up by Sir Chloe. Oh great taste btw that’s all for now bye

ohh anon thank you.... my dearest anon...

alík doodles just for you!! chomping on a mic... ive been thinking of making like, a comic for her !! ive never rlly done one before though, so, im scared it will suck. but. whateverrr alík would love whatever i'd make!! fuck it we ball!!! ive been neglecting her a bit lately, not drawing her much and all that... so sad ... i keep getting distracted... first with nastya, now with patho x pafl, my friends ocs, i wanna draw smth for my friends bday too.. and theres a dtiys that i wanna join .. there's soo much nastya stuff you dont even Know... So much nastya lore... 90% of it is in my friend discord tho !! my friend tarot (@/tarot-the-silly-one) is her biggest fan ever and has drawn her soo much!! hes posted some of his art of her there!! tho most of it is in the server hehe... look at this thing he made of alík!!! you may have already seen it but oughhh it lives in my heart... the other character in it is his oc zhenya!!:) i love her... shes my friend..

2. heheee!!!! my swag skillz!!!

3. thank youuu!!!! lots and lots thank you!!!! i appreciate it lots <333 the sanya beats you up fic, fun fact, is named after this

bc i love it so much... this could be us but yuo killed me ten times ten fucking times sanya when will yuo learnt o love me a gentleman gamer instead of going after dumb jocks?!!?!? bitch. gamers rise up.. thank you again!!!! its always nice to hear that people like my fics!! and its awesome i made you feel sick... thats the intent im going for... hell yes... my liefs work!!!

4. ya ofc!!:D you can like any of my playlists 👍unsure if i've shown you the alík one? well !! here's alíks playlist and nastya's playlist <33 hehe... thank youuu!! coolest anon of all time

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                          FATHER STRETCH MY HANDS PT.1

NAME › Park Taejoon D.O.B. › 11 04 1986 (31) OCCUPATION › Editor in Chief at Complex INSTA › @tjuns86​

content warning: mentions of death

PORTFOLIO

Editor-in-Chief: 2010-present.

Curator: Kwang Ho Shin x COMPLEX art exhibition at Studio 6.

Director: COMPLEX fashion/ light show at HOFT gallery in homage to artist Choi Jeongmoon.

DJ: (guest DJ for Xin Seha) COMPLEX event at G2

Artist: solo graphic design exhibition of his work circa 2008-2015 ft. Selected Ambient Works 85-92 from Aphex Twin.

DETAILS

His life is average— he should be glad that his living situation is well over comfortable, but it’s all so mundane: eomoni a psych professor, and aeboji the head physician at his hospital.  

They live in the suburbs of Ilsan, it’s all so average; she is everything but.

He’s quiet— they say it’s because class president’s too busy studying to be at the top of his grade. He’d much rather be making designs on his computer.

The way he told his parents he wouldn’t be a doctor: enlists in the army on his nineteenth birthday. Fresh out of high school with a shaved head and a bag of regrets.

(One thing he doesn’t regret: the summer before he goes away and she runs back to where she ran off to in the first place).

Twenty-one and his parents still don’t get the hint: enrolls in Hongik as a visual communication design major; it isn’t long before COMPLEX is born.

He drops out of university shortly after.

They’ve always been push-and-pull— it takes almost twenty years for them to start (or maybe it’s to finish what they started: at twenty-six his proposal is just a soft murmur between breathless laughter).

2016: He always thought his life was average— he wonders if it’s normal to scatter your unborn child’s ashes only months apart from pouring soju at your best friend’s funeral.  

2017: He wants to be average (he’s barely keeping it together).

prologue.

There’s a deafening silence that consumes them, wraps around their entire existence until the words that need to be said dissipate like a lit cigarette.

(It burned everything).  

i.

He’s born an only child to two very busy parents— a textbook recipe on How To Fuck Up Your Kid, but Park Taejoon does not grow up to hate the world and everyone in it. He’s simply a little serious for his age, which earns him the attention from an older girl in the sandbox with the warmth of a mother and a heart of gold.

“I want one too.”

Little fingers shyly point at Sooyoung’s head; it’s the first thing he’s said to her since she started bringing him baked goods to the playground. Her smile is the sun as she motions to the flower crown atop her head. “Does Taejoonie want one too?” A nod and a smile is shared between them before:

“Yah… 꼬마 ”

(There is no warmth from Kang Ji Soo, just a blazing fire that burns to the touch).

She comes in smacking her bubblegum as she kicks the grass around them, the six-year-old’s disapproval weaving between little eyebrows in contempt. When the older girl is around, he isn’t “too-serious-for-his-age”; he’s exactly the age he needs to be, yelling and bickering and pulling out pigtails.

(The three of them couldn’t be any more different—

—it’s kismet)

ii.

The dog days of youth are most apparent on nights like these: the clock tick-tocking away at hagwon, every click of the hand like the slick of a bullet in a barrel.

He’d finished his revision for the day– Park Taejoon used the silence of the study room to draw in his notebook. It was almost a little twisted: the solitary boy preferred the communal suffering of cram school more than being in his own home– because at cram school he could doodle away without the guilt of his future weighing down on him in the form of doctorate degrees adorning the walls.

“Pssst.”

A pink note is tossed on his desk on top of a tiny wrapped box. “Pass it along to Ji Soo sunbae, will you?”

His response is always the same: a deadpan stare followed by a delayed nod and crossed fingers behind his back.

(Crossed because despite his appearance, Park Taejoon is secretly superstitious— he doesn’t want karma to bite him back in the ass as he tosses the letter and the meticulously wrapped gift into the trashcan on his way out).

iii.

“Have you heard back from SNU?”

It’s a question he’s been hearing far too much of lately (with different versions: sometimes it’s KAIST, sometimes it’s Yonsei). It’s a question that leads him to trudge up the staircase and flicker on the fluorescent lights in the bathroom…

He shaves his head with shaving cream, his father’s razor, and not much of a reason in doing so.

He stares at himself in the mirror and the answer stares back at him: his buzz-cut is uneven but he thinks it’ll be his saving grace.

(He’s only on the brink of adulthood when he enlists in the army; his mother is too busy to mourn his future but they’ve made their disappointment clear when he doesn’t get a single visit in the span of two years).

iv.

He’d always been a model student– SKY material, even– but it was all without an ounce of motivation; without a cause for destination (don’t people study just because?).

Taejoon didn’t have a dream like Sooyoung or Ji Soo, who seemingly flaunted their desires and ambitions in front of people like him, people with no direction, until:

“Hey that’s pretty cool!”

He’d left his laptop open where he had been working on some random designs when the older girls infiltrated his room, peering over his shoulder as he tried to manically close down the program.

“Not bad, 꼬마..”

He remembers that moment when he returns two years later: still, no particular destination in mind, but he’s now aware of his direction.

His parents still don’t want to see him even though he’s enrolled at Hongik albeit for an art degree.

(But it seems that what is meant to be, is meant to be: at twenty-one the Three Musketeers move into a tiny rooftop apartment in the heart of Hongdae with the dog days of youth long behind them).

v.

His first kiss is at eleven.

Ji Soo proclaims that her middle-school sunbae didn’t like girls who couldn’t kiss and she pushes Taejoon off the swings after the fact– he’s left in a puddle of confusion and with a tingle across his lips.

(He doesn’t know what it means, but he doesn’t call her noona anymore).

It takes him years to figure out why she bothered him so much. He couldn’t even begin to count the times admirers would pass on a gift to him for her— and how all of them made it into the trash before they even reached her.

(Park Taejoon is elected class president because of his cool demeanor…

…if only they knew how fiery Kang Ji Soo made him).

She graduates a year before him and runs away to Europe; he’s left with a pang in his chest and a realization.

The summer before enlistment she’s back for the school break and he decides that there isn’t really much to lose now that he’s shaved his head.

(He kisses her on a particularly cool evening under a streetlamp, cicadas buzzing).

vi.

Two years are painstakingly slow; life goes on.

Their reunion as friends for twenty-years goes like any other, That Summer a forgotten dream.

(They are both hot— one, a wildfire, and the other a flame disguised as ice— but their love is a slow burn,

until the spark goes off and sets everything ablaze).

vii.

The passion of their youth translates into their art: they are no longer constrained by their parent’s hopes and aspirations. They learn that they carve their own path, and with the people they’ve met along away, COMPLEX is born like most artistic conceptions: a drunken night on their tiny apartment rooftop with the Seoul city lights shining.    

viii.

Things are different, yet the same.

The tiny zine circulating the undergrounds of Hongdae transforms into a prominent magazine and Sooyoung and Ji Soo have finally achieved their dreams. His parents are still not speaking to him.

The tiny rooftop apartment in Hongdae becomes a regular apartment in Mapo, and Ji Soo and Taejoon have been dating for a while before:

“Stay with me forever.”

Her nose crinkles at his random profession and her laugh tinkers off and wraps around his head; he feels like he can’t breathe when she laughs like that.

“Where else would I go?”

(He likes to remember her like this, before her smile fades and the silence consumes them).

ix.

“I’m pregnant”

He distinctly remembers the winter haze enveloping them, mouths covered by the linen as their grins reached the corners of their crescent lids. He swears he’d never heard anything sweeter, kissing the top of her head with prudence— as if she were the most delicate thing in the world at that very moment.

Sooyoung was the first to know, naturally.

(The first and the last…)

He had been bowing all his life but he can’t find it in himself to pull himself back up, his forehead pressed against the bamboo mat. He doesn’t look forward when he gets back up for the second bow, only stares down at the white chrysanthemums in despair.

Her mother doesn’t wail, only glares at the floor as he bows to her in condolences.

Men don’t cry, especially in public;

(He’d never been one for conventions).

x.

After it happens, she doesn’t say anything.

There’s an eerie stillness when they get back from the crematorium, not a word uttered between them. He wants to reach out in front of her but he’s a coward, only parting his lips when her back is to him— she can’t see his outstretched hand but he wonders if he’d done it on purpose. If one of them speaks, the nightmare becomes a reality. She slams the door behind her.

(He thinks that might be where it starts; crying behind closed doors).

Have you ever smothered a fire before?

The light goes out but the smoke lingers, draping over everything; burning.

She was once ablaze; dancing.

What was once just a disguise hardens over his flame; ice.

(& what was once a love on fire had been smothered by the silence; it burned everything).

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Mercedez pov “What the hell are you doing here and why am I slammed against the wall dude.” Im here because “your gonna tell me what you know about alex and him being in a gang do you know anything about that at all.” He says what do you mean in a gang he’s not in a gang he works in a office and he just got a raise and why would he be in a gang he’s not like that at all.“ I say also you broke into my house and you expect me to just let you slam me against the wall and ask me questions about things like come on and talk shit about my boyfriend and tell me he’s in a gang and has been doing crimes this whole time I mean no fucking way he’s not killing people and doing crimes.” Yes he is just accepted the facts and move on alredy.“ The man says well “I’m tired of this I miss my boyfriend and I can’t believe he’s gone and I will not believe for one second he’s in a gang and his sister and my best friend died because of him.” I say crying “well I’m sorry that he’s been lying to you this whole time.” The man says well im gonna call the police on you and get you Arrested for breaking and entering.“ “Okay go ahead and call the cops your gonna be going to jail for a long time too for walking into an active crime scene,and I thought you were a smart cop.” The man says “shut up okay leave me alone.” “Well it’s your lucky day im leaving now so see you around and if you find anything out about the gang tell someone.” The man says running to the open window and jumping out of it.“ And going to the top of the roof. “Fuck!” I scream then I see a shirt from my boyfriend and I grab it and leave my house and go to y/n’s car and I drive back to her 🏠. Then I run to the gust room and lay on the bed and cry with the shirt in my arms. Y/n pov So then Seth stared to kiss down on my stomach and starts to lick my clit and I started to moan. “Well you like that don’t you.” Seth says then going back to licking my clit then he adds a diget to my pussy and I start to moan “oh Seth please I need you.” “Yeah I’d rather pleasure you instead.” So then he started to finger duck me again adding another finger. “Ooh fuck Seth keep going.” “Okay.” Seth says kissing me on my lips. Then I put my tongue in his mouth And our tounges wrestle for a little bit and then I win and I we pull away to catch our breathe. Then he pulls my legs on his shoulders and pulls my pussy towards his face and starts to eat me out. “Oh shit.” “Fuck.” Then I feel his tounge enter my pussy and I start to lose it “fuck!” “Uh I’m gonna cum soon enough.” I say “then cum.” Seth says so I let it out and he kisses me on the lips again. Okay well I’m glad you came.“ Then he takes off his pants with his underwear. And grabs a condom and opens it.“You sure you want to do this?” “Yes I am very sure that I want to do this.” So he puts on the condom and puts himself inside of me. “Fuck me already.” “Okay.” then he starts to thrust into me. Go faster daddy faster harder fuck.“ Then he goes to my ear. "You look so hot when your sweating and calling me daddy say it again."daddy.” “Yeah say it again.” “Daddy!” “Fuck I’m gonna come” Seth says “fuck” he says slowing down. “Uh so am I.” I say coming the same time as him. “Well I’ll see you at work tomorrow.” I say grabbing my clothes.“how are you getting home tonight.” Seth says “I can get an uber.” I say putting on my underwear and pants then my bra then my shirt. “Don’t worry with sex that good I’ll be seeing you soon.” I say walking out of his room putting on my shoes. So I grab my phone off his table and order a Lyft and walk outside of his house and it gets here in about two minutes so I finally made it home and I knock on the door and no awnser . “Hey mercedez open the door.” “Uh fine.” so I grab the spare key and open the door.“ Then I see the gust bed room door open and mercedez laying there asleep. Hey you okay then I take a close look at her face shes been crying. So I pull the covers over her and walk out of the room and close the door.” Then I go to the bathroom and take a shower. Aleister black pov “You did what to her dude you crazy.” Well they don’t call me psyco for nothing.“ The man says "okay your right but come on dude you can’t say stuff like that.” “Well I can and will say what ever I please to.” The man says "fine what ever dude also where did you leave the paper you send me?”“oh I put it in one of the draws.” “oh cool well im goingcto sleep now so ill talk to you later.” “Yeah good night.” Unknown pov “Im not gonna ask you agian where’s the bosses money?” “I already told youi dont have the money so fuck off.” “What did you do with the money then?” “I never had any of the money.” “Shut up okay stop lying to yourself you stole the bosses money and you spend it on something. ” “no I didn’t spend any because I never had any money.” “Shut the fuck up okay you had the money stop lying.” “Hey the boss is on the phone he wants to talk to you.” “Alright hand me the phone.” “Hello boss whats up what do you need?” “Two things one is he cracking or is he still lying?” “well not yet but we will get him to do it soon okay.” “You fucking better or else I will have to take matters into my own hands.” “Whats the second thing you need boss?” “I need someone to sell my guns tonight can you and your boys do it for me you guys are great at that.” “Sorry still tryna get this fucker to crack were taken turns how about ambrose he would love to do it.” “Yeah your right I totally should get him thanks for the suggestion talk to you later.” “Hey get me the pipe.” “your gonna crack now you fucker.” “do it I can take the pain motherfucker.” *hit to the hut with pipe* Y/n pov *alarm goes off* “fuck I dont wanna get up im still tired.” “Hey get up we need to get ready for work.” Mercedez says “yeah oh hey what time is it?” “Its 5:00 why.” “Oh because I usually go on a run on the track before work.” “Cool well I made breakfast and lunch for us so you don’t have to worry about that and also I wanted to thank you for letting me stay here and stuff.” “Theres no need to thank me for anything it was the right to do.” “Yeah I guess but I was about to go get ready so do you have an extra towel?” “Yeah I do its in the cabinet in the bathroom.” “Okay talk to you when you get out.” Mercedez pov “Why was alex lying to me all these years this whole time ive been with him through the worst of times and he wants to lie to me like that, I mean what a dick move, but I love him so much, even though he lied for all of these years aout where he works. I hope that hes not hurt because I would be so hard on myself knowing that afer the argument we had that night.” Flash back mercedez:“hey are you here yet im waiting still?” Alex: “im gonna be a litte late sorry my boss made me stay late.” Mercedez: babe i wanna go home please.“ Alex: I cant my boss is soo strict if I leave I will get in trouble.” Mercedez:fine whatever ill wait then thats exactly why I need my own car.“ Alex: I know babe just wait a little.” Mercedez:fine I said ill wait.“ Alex pov "Thanks agian for this I can’t believe that you got me this deal on this car.” “Its the least I can do for you dude your my friend that what friends do for each other.” “Thanks shes go nna love it a lot.” “I know shes a nice girl how you too meet again? ” oh well we were in high school and she always been there when I was ubset even when we weren’t friends.“ "Oh and how did you two start to date.” “ well I ask her out and she said yes. ” “oh well thats very boring.” “Yeah I know well thanks agian.” “Dude I just wanna tell you now hes gonna catch on to your little scam sooner than later alex.” “What do you mean scam?” “I mean your money scam dude hes gonna find out so I suggest you get all that money back now dude.” “dude hes not gonna find out anything becase im not taken the money.” “Yeah okay ill believe that when I become the mayor of California.” “Okay fine dont believe me then I thought we were friends. ” “we are just I dont want to be considered to be a part of your little scam okay its not gonna help me or you, he will hurt your love ones okay so be careful.” “Hes not gonna hurt anyone OK over my dead body hes not gonna touch my sister and girlfriend.” “No he will hurt them hurt them both just to prove a point.” “Well hes gonna have to get through me first.” “He will get through you okay he will and hes gonna hurt everyone you love.” “Yeah I get it okay so please stop.” “Stop telling you the truth.” “So what happens when this is all happening to you okay.” “Well its not.” “I have to pick up my baby so can you drive this to my house and then ill pick her up.” Fine I will but don’t say that I did not warn you.“ So I got inside my car and I drove to the police station to pick up my girlfriend. I saw her standing there waiting. "Finally there you are im about vtired of you being late.” “I know babe so how was your day?” “Terrible theres this asshole tommaso and he was being a dick all day to me and I was being nice to him the whole day until he stole my phone.” “He took your phone is he a little kid or something?” “Yeah in the brain but I think that he has problems.” “Well the only problem he has is not seeing that you’re the best friend someone could have.” “Aw babe I love you I am aren’t I.” "yeah yourbthe only onlyone that was thete for me in high school.” “I. Know people were assholes.” Unknow pov So I was parking the car alex just brought for his girlfriend. I got out of the car and I started to walk to doors for his apartment when I heard screaming. “Hey you moter fucker.” “Oh hey boss whats up dude what you want.” “Well I want my fucking money” “I dont have any of your money.” “yes you do give me my money.” *slammed against wall* “no really I dont have any of your money I swear.” “okay then how about you tell me wheres the money at tell me or I will kill you.” “Okay alex he has the money hes been taken the money from you.” “Alright wheres this fucker at right now.”“he’s probably selling drugs at that bar down by your house. ” “OK lets go there now.”