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[hecalledme-jagi]

The Ponderings of a Man In Love

I've had this FanLore for Zen strewing in my brain for a little over a year and finally decided to write it out into a one shot!

Enjoy!

What does it mean to experience first love? 

Zen wondered as he watched you doze off beside him to the sound of a movie you both had forgotten about halfway through. He smiled to himself softly, gently brushing away a strand of hair that had fallen over your face, planting a tender kiss on the top of your head. The comforting gesture caused you to snuggle further into his side, cozy and loved. Treasured and wanted.

Zen often thought about the meaning of first love when he was with you. He always felt a pang of guilt over dating other girls before you, even if you weren't bothered by it. He knew you were his yesterday, today, and tomorrow--his dusk and dawn. His moon and stars--leaving him with the fact that you weren't his first, which felt wrong in every way imaginable. So there he sat wondering, and really pondering, what it meant to experience first love. Had he experienced it before? If so, that idea devastated him, leaving his heart aching, poking, splintering, and desperately wanting your comforting. Hoping all his wondering meant nothing. 

He snuggled in close, soaking in your warmth, soothing his self-inflicted wounds, nuzzling your hair, blinking back the sting of tears.

Slowly he doze off to the sound of your steady breathing, calming his anxiety. Slowly learning to bask in the simple pleasures of a quiet evening. 

His breathing steadied, finding rhythm with your own, and in complete unison, your chests rose and fell. 

He found his peace in his small basement apartment.

But absolutely and entirely, he found his peace here with you.

And in his slumber, there came a dream. Or, more accurately, a nearly forgotten memory.

Zen was younger here, much younger than you knew him now. His hair barely reached past his shoulders, fashioned into something of a mullet. His leather jacket just a size too big, but in a year's time, it would fit him perfectly. And he stood in a place filled with familiarity. His secret mountain hideout. The view was the same as it had always been, and somehow, that comforted the young boy, here now, and the man he would come to be. 

The cold evening air nipped at his cheeks and nose, a gentle breeze passing through his hair with the faint smell of cigarette smoke. Following the scent with his eyes and nose, he found a scene this young boy very well knew but was far from the scene his adult counterpart adored. There stood a girl who simply wasn't you.

Ji-an, a younger, much more boyish Hyun, recognized with an air of giddiness coating his thoughts, and in like manner, she was viewed with rose-tinted glasses. 

He admired her long black hair as it gently swayed in the passing breeze, her sharp and unusually dark eyes staring down at the view he found so much comfort in, reflecting nothing of the setting sun or the city lights flickering on one at a time. And her lips turned in a slight frown with a lit cigarette in hand. Ji-an was a girl made entirely of mysterious beauty, and for a long time, Hyun might've considered her the most beautiful girl he'd ever met. She was in the same gang as Zen, that's how they had met. She was older than him, but only slightly, maybe sixteen or seventeen. She was a force to be reconned with, a calm before a storm. Freedom and rebellion. Anger and desperation. Loneliness and devastation. But other than that, she was a total mystery. Hyun never knew more about her than she let him see, and maybe that was part of why he clung to her so helplessly. Or maybe it was because he envied her and how free she seemed to be. Maybe he wanted to live reckless abandoned where he was allowed to be who he wanted to be, the way Ji-an seemed to. Or maybe it was because bad habits always seemed more attractive than good ones at the start.

Ji-an sucked on her cigarette, holding the smoke in her throat until it burned. 

“You know,” she began as she turned to look at Hyun, “I think if we had met before everything hit the fan, I would’ve fallen in love with you for real.”

Hyun watched and admired the rugged elegance she exuded. Marvalling, despite how her words cut him deeply. His heart secretly wondering--when will anyone ever truly love me?

“For one thing, you’re a real looker,” she leaned in and kissed Hyun's lips softly, leaving the faintest taste of cigarette smoke and strawberry lip balm on the tip of his tongue. 

Is that all I'll ever be? A pretty face barely worth loving? Another secret wonder he wouldn't discover until much later.

“You’re not so bad of a guy either,” she reached out, with her free hand and gently played with the fringe that hung over his forehead. “If I wasn’t so damaged, I’d probably be able to appreciate that heart of yours,” she poked his chest playfully and with a tone of self-mockery, sucking another puff of cigarette tar into her lungs. 

“But instead, here I am, giving you cigarettes, beer, and bad memories,” she scoffed. 

Hyun took a step closer to Ji-an, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with her. He peered into her face, hoping to read the meaning in her words by seeing her expression more clearly, but there was nothing he could see. Her eyes continued to stare dispassionately at the scenic view, and not for a moment did she meet his searching gaze, nor did she acknowledge his presence at her side. Instead, her brow furrowed, and irritation fizzled in her vacant eyes.

"We shouldn't have met," she said, tossing her cigarette onto the ground and stomping it out under her boots. 

Hyun felt his heart drop.

Ji-an turned on her heels and walked towards her motorcycle.

"W.. wait! Ji-an, where are you going?" He called.

There was no answer except the loud roar of a motorcycle engine starting.

"Ji-an!"

She paused, looking towards Hyun, with more emotion in her eyes than Hyun had ever seen before, "Get out of here. Become something." 

And that was it. 

She rode off, the rumbling of her motorcycle fading the farther she got. And Hyun could only watch, confused, lost, and entirely too alone for a boy his age.

Zen jolted awake, beads of cold sweat running down his back and his heart dropping into his stomach, leaving his chest feeling hollow and unbearably lonely until he heard you.

"Hyun?" you said, coming back into the living room with a glass of water, "Are you okay?"

He looked at you, and the frenzy in his eyes became calm. A deep breath entered his lungs, and it was exhaled smoothly.

And that's when his wondering all made sense. 

Zen realized it then as his hysteria calmed at the mere sight of you. He knew then that perhaps in all possibility, before you came and before he had forgotten what life was like in your absence, he would've considered Ji-an his first love experience. And in some way, maybe she was. Maybe she was his first love, but that thought didn't seem to bother him so much anymore. Because maybe love was more about changing than firsts and lasts. 

(Although, admittedly, he was perfectly enchanted by the idea that you would be his last. You would hold all his ending chapters, and perhaps, that was far more important than keeping all his opening phrases.)

Ji-an encouraged his flaws but neglected his strengths. He knew now that they were bad for each other, beasts ravenously hungry for love and acceptance. In love with their shared self-pity. Wanting each other because of the addictive nature of cigarettes, loving the nicotine clinging to their clothes and mingling in their mouths. Loving the faint taste of strawberries after every kiss that made the bitter taste of tobacco seem pleasant and sweet. But even still, she inspired his drive for freedom.

And you? You came and captivated him.

You nurtured his strengths and loved his flaws, and for that, he loved you, but as his feelings began to grow, he wanted to be better for you. He wanted to change. So maybe, just maybe, it was for the best that you came at this moment in his life. You came at the point in his life when he still had room to grow but was mature enough to treasure you wholeheartedly. Perhaps now was the best time to love you--not to say it was the only time he could love you, nor was it the perfect time, for he knew that if he had met you ten years ago or ten years from now, he'd be ready to love you precisely and honestly--so now as Zen looks at you, finally finding his moment of lost peace, he realizes that all this wondering about "first love" was for not because all that matters is that he loves you.

Zen nods, gently grabbing at your waist and pulling you in. He rests his forehead against your torso, hugging your waist tightly.

 "Never better, honey~"

˚✧₊⁎𝒥𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑎⁎⁺˳✧༚

I do not own any characters, all ownership goes to Cheritz. Thanks for reading!

[zennywrites]

a day without mummy

ship: druella x cygnus black + bellatrix, andromeda, & narcissa black

tags / warnings: cute; fluff; healthy relationships; toddler tantrums.

word count: 871

it started as soon as the front door shut.

druella black, elegant and composed, had kissed each of her daughters on the forehead and announced she was going shopping with grandmama rosier for the entire day.

“you’ll be just fine with papa,” she said, smiling sweetly. “i’ll be back before dinner.”

“promise?” andromeda whispered, clutching the hem of her mother's cloak like a baby duck.

“i solemnly swear,” druella replied, kissing the top of her head.

cygnus had smiled confidently, baby narcissa in one arm, already picturing a relaxed day of toys, snacks, and perhaps—even—naps.

he was a fool.

hour one

“mummy’s gone,” bellatrix announced, standing atop the toy box, arms crossed. “this house is doomed.”

“she said she’d be back before dinnertime,” cygnus reminded them, balancing narcissa on his hip.

“wot if she forgets?” andromeda asked in a small, quivering voice.

“why would she forget her entire family?”

andromeda blinked at him. “you forgot me at the park two times.”

“that was once, and it was three minutes, and i came back!”

narcissa, who had been silent, suddenly let out a wail so deep and tragic it echoed down the corridor.

cygnus sighed and sat on the floor. “alright. emergency cuddles.”

hour three

bellatrix had drawn a chalk pentagram on the drawing room rug.

“it’s for summoning mummy,” she explained matter-of-factly. “but gently. no demons this time.”

cygnus blinked. “this time?!”

“i haf references,” bellatrix said, holding up a crayon drawing of a stick-figure version of druella with the words “pleese come home we r sad” scrawled across it.

meanwhile, andromeda was making a list of every meal druella had ever cooked for them and dramatically crossing out each one.

“we haf nuffink to eat,” she declared, despite being surrounded by fruit, biscuits, and a full bowl of soup.

“you’re literally holding a sandwich,” cygnus muttered.

“it’s not cut in triangles!” she sobbed.

narcissa, wrapped in a blanket like a tiny haunted burrito, just stared blankly at the fireplace. “mummy,” she whispered to it. “come back. i am fadin’.”

hour five

cygnus had tried everything.

a puppet show (bellatrix bit the puppet). storytime (andromeda cried because the mum in the story was also gone). snack time (narcissa licked a spoon, declared it “not mum-flavored,” and gave up). nap time (no one napped; instead, narcissa stood up in her crib and gave an emotional soliloquy about betrayal).

they all ended up in the same armchair, piled on cygnus like puppies, sighing dramatically every three to five minutes.

“mummy always puts the blanket on nicer,” andromeda sniffled.

“mummy does da voices better,” bellatrix grumbled.

“mummy is soft and smelly,” narcissa whispered. “no offense, papa.”

“none taken,” cygnus sighed.

hour seven and a half

the house was silent.

too silent.

cygnus, nearly asleep upright, suddenly heard a distant click.

the front door.

three small heads snapped up.

“mummy???”

druella had barely stepped inside when she was met by a stampede—bellatrix launched herself at her like a cannonball, andromeda clung to her waist with both arms, and narcissa sobbed loudly and flopped onto her feet like a fainting goat.

“oh dear,” druella laughed, staggering slightly under the weight of her children. “did you miss me?”

“i thought you died!” andromeda wailed.

bellatrix was kissing her elbow. “i almost had to take command!”

narcissa simply looked up at her with wide, tearful eyes and whispered, “you smell like perfume an’ bread crumbs. i love you.”

cygnus shuffled into the hallway looking like he’d aged a decade.

“she was gone for eight hours,” he said faintly.

druella smirked. “darling, i warned you.”

“next time,” he croaked, “take me with you. or take them. but not like this.”

she laughed and kissed him on the cheek. “you did wonderfully.”

he gestured at bellatrix, who had begun crying again because druella’s shoes were "too shiny" and she “wasn’t ready for change.”

“oh yes,” he muttered. “wonderfully.”

that night, with all three girls piled into bed, wrapped around their mother like sleepy vines, druella whispered stories while cygnus watched from the doorway, sipping tea and trying to feel his legs again.

he wouldn’t admit it out loud—but even through the chaos, the crying, the chalk circles, and the soup tantrums…

…they really, really loved their mum.

and so did he.

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[flamingskull28]

A short side order AU with @geminired characters, not the best written I know.

Bines sucks in a few pained breaths as he finally pins Zenni, she kicks and thrashes against him as that damned coral controls her. He didn't know how he was alive, half his body was coated in that strange black ink she had. It was more acidic than normal ink and hurt like shell.

Ignoring the pain he looked down at his corrupted friend. Despite almost killing him, every part of him ached to just give her a hug. He and Solace had been chased by her for an hour, he'd given Solace a chance to run off and get help while he stalled her but it had been to much for him, even if he was twice her size.

"Z-Zenni...." He groaned in-between his panting. "Please... I-I know you're in there. Please.... I can't lose another sister..." he hadn't expected it to work but to his surprise Zenni slowly stopped fighting him.

"B-Bines..?" She mumbled, her voice sounded distorted and grainy. Every fiber of his being didn't like the sudden shift but his relief outweighed his gut feeling.

"Bines... I hurt you didn't I? I.. I am sorry..." it didn't sound natrual as the words passed her lips. However, Bines was just hoping to not fight his friend anymore.

"It's.. okay. It's over now..." Without thinking he pulled her into a hug, one he had needed badly. Feeling one of his closest friends who had been fighting him finally turn back to herself, eased him for the first time in a while. Maybe, for once, everything would turn out okay-

Bine's yelped, briefly tightening his grip on Zenni before his fleeting strength made his arms fall to his side. Feeling a sharp pain in his back he turned his attention towards the pained area. Just in time to see a blade with the arbor's logo, that have previously dangled on Zenni's hip, being pulled from his back.

Looking back at Zenni, the wicked looked retuned in her eyes and grin as she fiddled the ink covered knife between her fingers. He realized that he'd been played.

"Zenni... t-this isn't you.." Bines coughed out, falling onto on arm and looking up at Zenni. Pretty ironic considering she'd spend almost all their interactions looking up at him.

"Maybe it is, maybe it isn't... and maybe if you all had treated me better this wouldn't have happened. It was no wonder I couldn't resist their offer for a way to show you all up." A twisted grin overtook her as she mocked him. Seeming to relish in the guilt that overtook his face. "But oh well, to late now. You behave while I go take care of the others, K? Try not to have to much fun~" a sickening laughter rung out from her, before she calmly walked off. Leaving Bines as his ink began to flood from the open wound plaguing the octolings back.

"Zenni.... I'm sorry I couldn't save you.." He mumbled, feeling his conciseness slipping. Even knowing Zenni had quite literally stabbed him in that back, all's he felt was guilt for failing to protect his closest friend. A stream of tears left him as he fell unconscious.

This art would be before this short fic, art by @y3llowkiwi

[mashtatosworld]

your love is my favourite song (1)

summary: you're stepping into the music scene as a solo artist for the first time but when a mishap occurs, your boyfriend is there to support you through it.

a/n: a collab!! Zenny and I have a love child. We hope you enjoy!! Writing by @mashtatosworld and SMAU by @aizshallnotbefound <3

Part 2 will be posted on her account!

You were on your third cup of coffee, fourth playback of the bridge, and somewhere around the seventh time talking yourself out of severe self doubt.

This would be your first album as a solo artist.

Your producer leaned over the mixing board, gently adjusting a level. “That’s the one,” he said, nodding. “Feels clean. You wanna go again or are we locking it?”

You hesitated.

The song was good.

But… it was that song.

The one you and Jiyong wrote in that haze of inspiration weeks before his tour.

The one meant to be shared together, a moment in the album where it would be just the two of you, lyrically tethered in plain sight - only no one could know it was real.

Your management had said no.

Too complicated.

Too risky.

Too close.

With Jiyong on tour too, you both finally agreed that his verse should go to another artist even though the words were his.

You were still staring at the audio waves glowing across the screen when the door clicked open behind you.

You turned.

He was there.

Wearing a black hoodie, a crossbody slung over his shoulder, sunglasses pushed up into his hair, exhaustion written across every line of his face - but he was there.

“Jiyong?” you breathed, blinking. “What - how - I thought you were in Japan?”

“Oh, my flight got in early,” he said, voice rough from travel, fatigue, or both.

You played with the cord of your headphones. “We, um, we were just finishing the last song on the album.”

"Ah," He looked to Teddy with a smile. "Hey, Hyung."

"GD. Can't believe you're still standing. Did you come straight from your show?" He asked with raised brows.

“Yeah,” he nodded, dropping his bag onto the couch and falling into the space beside it with an exhausted sigh.

You moved your eyes back to the screen, bouncing your leg, more nervous than ever. Of course you had shared snippets of the album with your boyfriend, but he had yet to hear a full version.

And that was because you were scared.

Even though Jiyong was nothing but supportive, he was a master of music and perfectionism.

You'd seen him make artists repeat the same line twenty times until it was flawless.

So when Teddy pressed play and the sound of your voice filtered through the speakers, you tightly held onto the arm of your chair, waiting for him to waltz over, lean across the soundboard and begin working his effortless magic.

Except he remained where he sat, tapping his foot as he listened, nodding his head along to the beat as you and Teddy worked through the tempo and pitch.

Your eyes couldn't help but occasionally cast back to his silent form, just watching you, the corner of his lips tugged upwards.

Why wasn't he saying anything?

You sighed and turned back to the soundboard, asking Teddy to add another layer to the harmonies, all the while acutely aware of Jiyong's eyes on you.

Eventually, your producer stretched and exhaled with a nod. "I think we got it."

You looked at the screen, then turned to Jiyong.

He stared back at you with a gentle smile, his eyes tired but warm.

"Well?" you prompted.

He laughed, arms casually crossed over his stomach. "What?"

"Any notes?"

"I love it, y/n."

You looked to Teddy and he laughed too. "You heard it from the legend himself. I don't think we can get better praise than that."

You twisted your lips and shot Jiyong a sidewards glance.

Teddy saw this and stood with a groan. "Ah, I think it's time I take a break." he said, grabbing his phone and heading for the door. “Don’t touch anything, Hyung.”

“No promises,” Jiyong said, eyes locked on you the whole time.

Once the door clicked shut, you twisted in your seat and nodded to the empty one beside you.

"Ok, lay it on me then. What is it? Shall I re-record the final verse? Is it the bridge?"

Jiyong stood and slowly walked over, except he didn't sit down, instead, he chose to stand behind you. His arms rested on the arms of your chair, the curve of his cheek grazing yours.

Then, softly: “So… can I finally touch you now?”

You laughed as his lips met your jaw in a quick succession of kisses before he trailed them to your lips. They lingered there and you sighed into the kiss, feeling your anxieties dissolve.

You withdrew slightly to look at him.

His hair was disheveled and up close you could see the dark rings around his eyes. They weren't traces from wiped staged make-up, but sat sunken into his skin.

Gently, you ran the pad of your thumb over them. "Hi."

"Hi," he repeated softly. "Come here," 

He pulled you up from your seated position and into his arms, curling around you and rousing a soothing tranquility within you.

Jiyong had always been someone you looked up to, a guiding light when you first debuted with your band, even when your relationship changed over the years.

You had both respected and feared his musical judgement.

Yet now, he had established himself as your supportive comfort, rather than mentor.

“I missed you,” he mumbled into your hair, his hand gently trailing down your back. “So bad.”

“I missed you too,” you whispered, fingers fisting into his hoodie. “I’m sorry I couldn’t make your show in Tokyo. But I watched the whole thing on live stream.”

He pulled back just enough to tilt your chin up. “I understand Jagi." His smirk then turned teasing. “Want a private showing? I can give you a real performance later.”

You pushed him, laughing. “You’re impossible.”

“I’m in love,” he shrugged, quickly pulling you back. “Let me love you."

That made you go quiet. Your eyes softened. He noticed instantly.

“What?” he asked.

You hesitated, then looked up at him. “Will you be at my first show?”

The words came out smaller than you intended. Shy. Vulnerable. You bit your lip. “I know you’ve got your tour, and travel, and press - ”

“I’m going to be there,” he cut in, sure and solid like he always was when it came to you. “Don’t even question that.”

You exhaled, some invisible weight lifting off your chest. “It just feels weird. Going out there without the girls. Without Big Bang. Like I’m… alone.”

“You’re not,” he said, thumbing gently at your cheek. “We’re all gonna be there. Just… a little further back than you’re used to.”

You nodded, trying to picture the moment that sent panic down your spine.

Jiyong smiled softly. “You’re not stepping out of the shadows, baby. You are the light. They’re just finally seeing it.”

You buried your face in his hoodie again. “I love you.”

He held you tighter. “And I love you."

"Is the track really ok?" You mumble into his chest and you feel it vibrate with his laughter.

"Jagi! It's perfect. You're perfect. Stop doubting it. Now let's ask Teddy to wrap it up before I fall asleep on your shoulder.”

You smiled, the tension and fear crumbling away.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

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𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

You were pacing in your heels, a bottle of water clutched too tightly in your hand, heart pounding louder than the music spilling from the stage monitors.

The last song was moments away.

One more song - your final performance of the night.

The song.

The one everyone had been waiting for.

The one that was supposed to end your debut solo stage with a bang.

And your feature still wasn’t here.

You looked at your assistant again, wide-eyed and breathless. “Where is Jiyong?”

“He’s coming! I swear - VIP section was a madhouse but he’s on his way!”

“Shit - ” You tugged at the hem of your outfit, trying to focus, trying to breathe, but your nerves were unraveling fast. “What am I supposed to do?! That verse isn’t even covered - he was supposed to - he - fuck!”

A soft hand pressed between your shoulder blades. “Yah, calm down.” CL’s voice was soothing but firm, grounding. She looked effortlessly cool, having just wrapped her feature with you two songs earlier. “You’re gonna be fine, baby.”

“No I’m not, Chae,” you snapped, voice cracking. “I’m about to go out there with half a song - ”

“You’re gonna go out there,” she said, smoothing down your hair, “and own that stage. No matter what. You’ve worked too hard for this night.”

You tried to nod, but your throat was closing up.

And then -

“Jagiya.”

His voice cut through the noise like a damn spotlight.

You turned, relief crashing into your chest so fast it nearly knocked you over.

Jiyong pushed through two stage crew members, still in his VIP lanyard and designer jacket, eyes sharp and locked on you.

He looked like he'd sprinted from the other side of the building -flushed, breathless, hair slightly mussed.

And the second he reached you, his arms were already around your waist, grounding you, his forehead brushing yours without shame.

You didn't care for the staff fluttering around you, the way their gazes widened and lingered. You just needed him.

“Baby,” you whispered, clutching him. “He didn’t show. He just - he bailed. I don’t know what to do.”

“She’s been freaking out,” CL added, arms crossed, looking equally frustrated. “That asshole didn’t even call. She's supposed to be on stage now.”

You felt Jiyong’s jaw tighten, his hand soothing along your back even as fury flickered in his eyes. “Fucking coward. Leaving you like that?” He looked down at you. “You don’t deserve this shit.”

“What do I do?” you whispered. “They’re waiting.”

“You go out there,” he said, calm but sure, thumbing under your eye to fix a bit of smudged liner. “And I’ll handle it.”

You blinked at him. “Ji - ”

“Ten seconds!” a crew member called, frantically waving.

Your heart leapt into your throat.

CL gave you a tight squeeze. “You’ve got this.”

You looked back at Jiyong one more time, and the way he was staring at you - unshaken, unwavering - made the panic ease just a little.

The lights dimmed.

Your name was being chanted.

You ran out, stage lights blinding, cheers deafening.

And you pushed through, no choice but to keep going.

You danced. You sang. You lost yourself in the high of it - and then it came.

The verse.

You turned your head - and there he was.

Stepping into the fog, bathed in spotlight, mic in hand like he’d been born to be on that stage.

Jiyong met your eyes, smirked - delivering the rap like it had always been his. As it was supposed to be.

Smooth. Confident. Dynamic.

The crowd screamed.

You moved in sync without planning, falling into the rhythm, your voices tangling perfectly.

And when the final beat dropped and the track ended, he stepped back again - giving you your moment - as CL strode back out to join you for the encore.

The three of you together. A full circle ending.

Your solo debut complete.

And somewhere offstage, the internet was already spiralling.

But all you could think about was Jiyong’s smile.

And how, even when the lights went down, he was still the one who showed up for you in the dark.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

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Koreadispatch - 2NE1's maknae, Y/N, made her solo debut tour “Scarlet Dreams”, in which BigBang’s very own, GDRAGON, made a surprise appearance on stage for the final song replacing the original featured artist. Fans have noticed their close interaction many times before, but this performance has only fuelled more suspicion of their long time rumoured off screen relationship. Are the two idols dating? If so, how long has this been going?

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User_lvstabi - do i wanna be them or be with them

bigbang_OT4 -  omfg i absolutely hate dispatch for this, yeah ik they are one of the most popular artists of yg but invading their personal lives ? thats a low

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Userforverr - IT couple of yg

Userlvs_yn - intruding kpop artists personal lives is kind of idiotic but even if they are dating VIP’s and blackjacks will always support them <3

Userxbb8 - these rumours are hilarious i already thought it was obvious they are together

User_steve - their chemistry on stage and interviews are very obvious i swear. I keep rewatching 2ne1 and bigbang clips just to see them lol User991 - i lost my man and my girl to EACH OTHER View 10k more comments

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

hope you all enjoyed our collaboration piece! go to part 2 for more!

also im working on a new diva fic and a love triangle series... so those will be out soon!

love mash xxx

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[makeitworse]

SHE GOT AWAY

ཐི༏ཋྀ󠀮 ꒰ your pov ⋆ series ꒱

you’ve moved on. ji-yong was wrong in thinking he had, too.

contains: 2ne1!reader x gdragon. smau + fic. breakup. angst. one-sided feelings. suggestive.

notes: a continuation for our collab special. congrats on 150 followers zenny, ily!!! ♡

BIGBANG G-Dragon’s ‘Secret’ Instagram Account Allegedly Unfollows 2NE1’s Y/n

The two idols were first linked together in 2015.

NEWS 24 June 2023

New allegations of Y/n dating SHINee’s Taemin are reigniting former speculation that G-Dragon and Y/n were once dating— all but confirmed by both parties through social media posts, matching accessories, and alleged public sightings.

The two YG Entertainment idols were rumoured to have broken up in 2017. Recently, Y/n starred alongside Taemin in a commercial shoot, where they were spotted cozying up to each other in exclusive behind-the-scenes photos captured by Dispatch.

A post on an online community claims that G-Dragon’s secret account unfollowed Y/n shortly after the release of the BTS photos with Taemin, while he still follows the other 2NE1 members.

Netizens react to G-Dragon unfollowing Y/n:

Why is this a big deal? He can follow and unfollow whoever he wants.

We don’t even know if they were really dating. Please be so fr.

I couldn’t care less about their drama, I just want Y/n to have her comeback.

I’m happy Y/n’s moving on. GD’s too old to be doing this.

ji-yong had seen the pictures the day they released. within the hour, to be frank. and he’s been a mess since.

the week had all blended together. each morning, he’d open his eyes to the sun bleeding through the blinds as it rose on the new day. and from the same spot on his bed he’d watch it set behind the horizon— the light leaving him to his darkest thoughts.

ji-yong hadn’t so much as touched a toe to the floorboards. he’d been laying from his bed unflinching since he saw the photos; practically sitting on his hands to not state his thoughts publicly.

the fucking photos. clear evidence that you’re done thinking about him— when all his thoughts have been of you since. he’d laugh at the cruel irony of it all if it wasn’t so pathetic.

he’d been doomscrolling, reading everyone and anyone’s two cents, searching for a harder hit than the last comment. about you. about the new guy. about ji-yong. how you were better or worse off. how he never even deserved you. how you’ll come crawling back.

it’s been a couple years of civility since the split. carving you out his life was impossible— too many industry connections and mutual friends. that’s not to mention the fact that he’d never been more in love with another human being.

so when you reunited at youngbae’s wedding, it was polite. short. nothing more than necessary. any other instances of crossing paths along the years hadn’t been any different.

it’s not like he’s been stuck on you. of course he’s had his fun being single, and of course he assumed you were doing the same. you’re not his to love anymore, so what did he care?

why did his heart skip a beat when he saw another man’s arms around you, an intimate moment immortalised in a picture for the whole world to see? why had he, in a moment of impulse, blocked you on his personal account when you’ve been nothing but cordial since the breakup?

for the first time in days, he’s reaching for something that isn’t just a lukewarm plastic bottle of water or a pack of cigarettes sitting on his nightstand.

ji-yong grabs a pen and paper. and he writes. he channels it all into the ink, and the words flow naturally into a rhythm. a chorus.

kpop__snark #gdragon changed his finsta pfp to a middle finger ?

user blocked his ex then flipped her off LMFAO user this is so shady i’m living for it user what a sad, jealous man. stan 2ne1! user ts pmo can they just talk

writing had been a good outlet. ji-yong was long overdue for a comeback, and he was at the stage of refining the drafts he’d scribbled while in bed.

it’s been just under a month. he’d been okay. he thought he was okay. but it’s you he was writing about, really. your image was etched into these lyrics. was he trying to convince himself he was over you? or was he trying to manifest you coning back? he couldn’t tell the feelings apart.

and when new pictures of you with the same guy landed on his instagram homepage, ji-yong wrote what would be the most explicit track on this new album.

it was all the thoughts he didn’t want to think. how, in the pits of his mind, he silently wished for you to come back to him. a second chance— better than the first.

knuckles rapping on his door late at night. opening the door to you: you’d shove him to his bed, get on top of him. take him however you wanted.

he could keep a secret. he swears to no one in particular that he’d take it to the grave. what your man doesn’t know won’t hurt him. remember the fun you’d have together?

ji-yong was a mess.

he might just die from how much he missed you.

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[aizshallnotbefound]

Zenny's Masterlist━━━☆

REQUESTS : closed !

(I ONLY do social media au currently so feel free to request a scenario !!)

Currently writing for Bigbang only <3 ( GD , TOP , D-LITE)

G-DRAGON / KWON JIYONG

1 - 𝘚𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢 𝘢𝘶 — 𝘨-𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯 𝘹 𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘭 ! 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 ~ 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 2𝘕𝘌1 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘪𝘨𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘨

2 - 𝘚𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢 𝘢𝘶 — 𝘨-𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯 𝘹 𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘭 ! 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 spectulations about rumoured relationship

3 - 𝘚𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢 𝘢𝘶 — 𝘨-𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯 𝘹 𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘭 ! 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 ~ 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 2𝘕𝘌1 and having an after party dinner with bigbang and getting caught being cozy with jiyong

4 - 𝘚𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢 𝘢𝘶 — 𝘨-𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯 𝘹 𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘭 ! 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 ~ 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 2𝘕𝘌1 and having a photoshoot with vogue

5 - 𝘚𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢 𝘢𝘶 — 𝘨-𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯 𝘹 𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘭 ! 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 ~ 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 2𝘕𝘌1 and having a pool party with bigbang

6 - your love is my favourite song - pt 1 Your love is my favourite song - pt 2 collab post with @mashtatosworld

7 - butterfly masterlist - collab smau mini series with @makeitworse

˳ ˳ . ⋅ ॱ ˙ ॱ ⋅ . 𝄞︶ྀི˳ ˳ . ⋅ ॱ ˙ ॱ ⋅ . 𝄞︶ྀི˳ ˳ . ⋅ ॱ ˙ ॱ ⋅ . 𝄞︶ྀི

T.O.P / CHOI SEUNGHYUN

1 - 𝘊𝘩𝘰𝘪 𝘴𝘦𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘺𝘶𝘯 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 , 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘪 𝘴𝘦𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘺𝘶𝘯

˳ ˳ . ⋅ ॱ ˙ ॱ ⋅ . 𝄞︶ྀི˳ ˳ . ⋅ ॱ ˙ ॱ ⋅ . 𝄞︶ྀི˳ ˳ . ⋅ ॱ ˙ ॱ ⋅ . 𝄞︶ྀི

D-LITE / DAESUNG

1 - 𝘥𝘢𝘦𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘹 𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘭!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘥𝘢𝘦𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘨 2 - 𝘥𝘢𝘦𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘹 𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 , 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵

˳ ˳ . ⋅ ॱ ˙ ॱ ⋅ . 𝄞︶ྀི˳ ˳ . ⋅ ॱ ˙ ॱ ⋅ . 𝄞︶ྀི˳ ˳ . ⋅ ॱ ˙ ॱ ⋅ . 𝄞︶ྀི

Taglist:

@sherrayyyyy , @ldydeath , @eru-vande , @tulentiy, @infinetlyforgotten , @gdinthehouseee , @mashtatosworld , @loveesiren @breakmeoff @kwomikailea @heartubeatusalon @sylviavf @flwerangii

♪ ────── ──⊹⊱✫⊰⊹── ────── ♪

[venear-tmblr]

…. so i’ve had an idea

C!Ven FableSMP In-Character Smash or Pass

Today we reject canon and embrace non-canom ships like it’s the 2000’s-10’s again. Let us begin heheheh (also im sticking to masc leaning characters because c!Ven likes 🅱️oys.)

Aax

5/10: Pass

I don’t think they’d be bad for each other, I just think Ven would feel out of his depth yk? Their communication type wouldn’t clash badly, they’d both be able to argue without killing one another, but they just dont click?

I just think Ven would be intimidated? and that should be a dealbreaker in any relationship.

Caspian

6/10: Smash

Caspian would be the cool ex that you still see sometimes in random places, and you stop for 10-15 min to see how he’s doing, before you both leave and forget about each other again.

Cas would keep Ven’s bossy streak in check, and they’d sort out their problems together well. They have aligning interests in knowledge and writing, and overall they’d work.

they actually seem like the kind of couple to fall out of love with each other? which is very sad to me ;-;

They’d care about each other a lot i think, in a Scott’s Street by Phoebe Bridgers kinda way

Centross

7/10: Smash

… there’s only room for one self-sacrificing idiot in this relationship.

Opposite of Rae; Centross is Ven’s type, personality-wise. Also Centross does the love-bickering thing that Ven and Feng would do. They communicate well, they’d argue healthily, over all they’d be pretty good tbh. The sleep schedule between the two of them would be bad though, Ven would forget to stop work and Centross would do the same, they’d forget to check in with each other.

Rae

3/10: Pass (edit, was 2/10 but i raised it by 1 for Zenni the beloved)

you already know what i’m gonna say about these goobers. they’re terrible for each other

the interesting thing to me; there’s only two reasons for Ven to date Rae. 1) they’re young, and social norms say you should date someone similar to you. So both Vena and Rae would go “he likes what i like” and call it a day. OR 2) Rae would be a rebound for Ven. neither of which can happen in canon. (i love the band au blorbos <3)

Seven

4/10: Pass

they wouldn’t be bad, Ven just wouldn’t know how to approach Seven? Seven has so much going in, and Ven would need to know every detail about Seven’s past in order to feel comfortable in the relationship. Seven can’t really give that, so the relationship is over before it’s begun.

Ulysses

7/10: Smash

Similar to Caspian, they’d get along, they’d be good exes. Ven would learn a lot academically from Ulysses.

bonus point because this fish sounds aussie and that is important to me ok

Will

4/10: Pass

Based on the emotional reactions seen in the spy arc of S2, I don’t think these two would get along. i actually think Ven would get on Will’s nerves in close proximity, if he were to open up and let Will in emotionally. Not that it’d be Will’s fault, they just clash. They would have common interests though, so all wouldn’t be lost.

Will would speak his mind, whilst Ven clams up and avoids conflict, but they’d get around to communicating eventually. (so they’re def not the worst pairing on this list.)

Wolf

…9/10: Smash

ok hear me out, you haven’t seen the half of it in canon yet, but these two work well. They have a lot in common (that i can’t share yet)

they argue so well, maybe even better than Feng and Ven did. Where Feng would speak up with Ven, Wolf sits and listens and waits.

Wolf is Ven’s type physically,tall with long hair and broad shoulders, and comes close to his type in personality.

nodders they should kiss

…So in conclusion; Let Ven join Wolftross, its time for Wolventross throuple takover

[tytarax]

I'm glad you are back and opening up the requesters! ❤️❤️❤️

Zenon/reader/Daishinkan But imagine the insanity if the reader was at Gen z level lol

I'm happy to be back (I still have to submit one work to save a subject, and I have till today's night, but I'm "resting" rn, it's like 3am)

OMG I felt too old writing this

And yeah, I'm really mentally tired to create a new stile for these things

The Grand Palace was quiet, its pristine halls gleaming in an otherworldly light. Too quiet, really. The type of quiet that made Daishinkan’s eyebrow twitch ever so slightly.

“Where is our... guest?” he asked one of the guards, his voice calm but with a thread of irritation.

Before the guard could respond, a resounding "Yo!" echoed through the hall.

You skidded around the corner in socks, you insisted on wearing socks despite the polished marble floor, and struck a pose. “Sup, my dudes!”

Grand Zeno clapped his little hands in excitement. “Yay! You’re here!”

Daishinkan turned to you, hands clasped neatly in front of him, his serene expression betraying none of his inner turmoil. “It is good to see you again, Y/N,” he said smoothly. “Although I must remind you that this is a formal setting-”

“Formal? Bruh, chill.” You flopped onto one of the floating cushions, nearly tipping it over in the process. “Life’s too short for all that stiff-upper-lip nonsense.” You turned to Zeno, pointing finger guns at him. “Right, buddy?”

Zeno giggled and mimicked your gesture. “Right!”

Daishinkan inhaled sharply. “Lord Zeno—”

“Oh, relax, Daishinkan,” you said, waving him off. “Zenny and I are vibing. Isn’t that right, Zenny?”

“Vibing!” Zeno repeated, absolutely delighted.

Daishinkan stared at you for a long moment, his calm demeanor cracking just a hairline. “I believe the term you are looking for is ‘enjoying each other’s company.’”

“Nah,” you said, leaning back as if you owned the place. “Vibing’s cooler. You wouldn’t get it, old-timer.”

Daishinkan blinked. “Old-timer?” His tone remained even, but there was a subtle chill in the air.

“Oh no, I didn’t mean it like that,” you said with a mischievous grin. “I mean, you’ve got that ancient, timeless ‘I’ve-seen-everything’ energy. Respectfully, of course.”

“Respectfully,” he repeated, deadpan.

“Exactly!” You held up a peace sign. “I mean, you’re basically, like, the ultimate dad friend, right? Always making sure Zenny here doesn’t blow up a universe by accident.”

Zeno tilted his head. “But I can blow up a universe, right?”

Daishinkan immediately snapped to attention. “Of course, Lord Zeno, but there is no need to—”

“Relax, Zenny,” you said, patting his tiny shoulder. “We’re not blowing up anything today. That’s, like, a solid 8 on the chaos scale, and I’m only vibing at a 5 right now.”

“What’s a chaos scale?” Zeno asked, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.

“It’s like… okay, so imagine a scale from one to ten,” you began, gesturing wildly. “One is, like, tripping on your shoelaces, and ten is, uh, deleting a galaxy because someone looked at you funny.”

Zeno gasped. “That’s amazing! Can I make one?”

“Totally. We’ll workshop it later,” you said, giving him a thumbs-up.

Daishinkan, who was rapidly regretting his decision to allow this meeting, cleared his throat. “Might I suggest we focus on the matter at hand?”

You squinted at him. “Oh, right. You wanted me to teach Zenny something about, uh…” You paused, snapping your fingers as you tried to recall. “What was it? Empathy? Tolerance? How to use slang properly?”

“Diplomacy,” Daishinkan said, his patience wearing thinner by the second.

“Ah, same thing,” you said with a shrug. “Alright, Zenny. First rule of diplomacy: Always carry snacks. Hungry people are cranky people.”

Zeno gasped again. “Snacks! I love snacks!”

Daishinkan sighed, his hands clasping tighter. “I fear I may need to intervene if this continues-”

“Shh.” You put a finger to your lips and leaned closer to Zeno. “He doesn’t get it. Diplomacy is all about vibes. And snacks.”

Zeno nodded enthusiastically. “And snacks!”

Daishinkan watched as the two of you devolved into a discussion about the best kinds of snacks to bring to a galactic meeting, his calm veneer beginning to crack. He would never admit it aloud, but he was beginning to wonder if mortals were the true test of patience for a god.

Masterpost

DBS Masterlist

[hecalledme-jagi]

@cheritzteam seriously spoiled us Zen Stans this year 😭 IT FEELS LIKE ITS BEEN FOREVER SINCE IVE SEEN MY BEAUTIFUL BOY IN SUCH HIGH QUALITY.

[zennywrites]

the princess and the pea purée

ship: druella x cygnus black + narcissa black

tags / warnings: cute; fluff; healthy relationships; narcissa being a little cheeky brat

word count: 479

narcissa black was six months old and already terrifying.

not in the way her elder sisters would eventually be—bellatrix with her dramatics and andromeda with her too-smart eyes—but in the quietly imperial way only a baby named narcissa could be.

she had big blue eyes that blinked at you in judgment and a habit of making high-pitched noises until her parents bowed to her every whim. she also had a shocking ability to hurl mashed peas with precision.

which is exactly what she did on a rainy tuesday morning.

cygnus entered the nursery with a fresh bottle and a hopeful heart. he’d even warmed it to “just slightly warmer than her majesty’s wrist.” he had read a scroll about optimal baby-feeding temperatures and was feeling rather proud of himself.

“good morning, darling —”

splot.

green pea puree smacked directly against his shirt collar.

narcissa blinked slowly at him from her perch in a highchair charmed to levitate to a “dignified height.” her bib said “little lady of the manor” in gold-stitched script. her mouth was a perfect rosebud pout.

cygnus looked down at his shirt.

“dru,” he called, voice calm but strained, “your daughter has declared war.”

from the hallway, druella called back, “your daughter wanted the gold spoon and you gave her the silver one, didn’t you?”

cygnus blinked.

“she — what?! she's six months old! she doesn't know the difference!”

“she feels the difference,” druella said, sweeping into the room like a queen in silk slippers, brushing her hair into a loose braid as she walked. “she's very sensitive.”

“she has demolished her oatmeal.”

“she has standards.”

cygnus groaned and held up the dripping spoon. “this is how it begins. today it's silverware. tomorrow it's disowning cousins for not color-coordinating their robes.”

“i mean,” druella murmured with a smirk, “depending on the cousin…”

he looked at her.

she looked at him.

narcissa let out a high, imperious squeal that clearly translated to: where is my breakfast, you peasants?

cygnus sighed, rolled up his sleeves, and — taking the gold spoon this time — offered her a tiny, cautious mouthful of pear purée.

narcissa blinked once. then, magnanimously, she opened her mouth.

“oh thank merlin,” he breathed.

“she accepts your tribute,” druella said solemnly, watching their daughter chew with a perfectly satisfied expression.

“you know,” cygnus murmured, brushing a streak of green from his cheek and leaning over to kiss druella’s temple, “i always thought i’d be the scary one.”

druella chuckled. “no, love. you’re just the handsome one.”

from her highchair, narcissa clapped once — regal, approving, like a tiny monarch watching her court perform appropriately.

“she really is your daughter,” cygnus muttered.

“obviously. she has exquisite taste.”

they both laughed, leaning into each other, as narcissa settled back with a smug little gurgle, clearly very pleased with how breakfast had gone once her terms were met.

and so the morning passed: a bit messy, a bit silly, but warm and whole and absolutely theirs.

© zennywrites

[tedners]

as i’ve seen many people posting their thoughts and thank yous to fable smp here, i’ve decided that i would like to as well.

to the community:

i don’t think i’ve ever been so connected to a fandom space like this before. the fable community is genuinely a welcoming and kind group. in the discord server, i constantly see members uplifting and supporting each other and it’s always so sweet to see. you are all so incredibly talented as well. it’s also a joy to see the the different things you all create; whether it be art, cosplay, writing, edits, etc.

to the cast:

thank you for creating this wonderful and breathtaking world and story. each character and point of view has been so fascinating to watch and learn more about. as well, thank you for bringing together such an amazing community. i can’t wait to see what you all do in the future.

and, of course, to my fellow mods:

i adore each of you so so so much. it’s been incredible working with you so far; you make me proud to do what we do. thank you for all your hard work, all the laughs, and for being wonderful people i’m happy to call my friends.

if you haven’t already, please check out the fable smp appreciation project video! a big group of us came together to make this and i love it so much. it was edited by the wonderful ballerinamadi and features music by the incredible zenni; as well as fantastic art, cosplays, and words from a bunch of fable fans!

so one more time:

Thank you Fable SMP 💛

[iforgotwhaticalledthis]

Just started watching starbound! im not sure about whose actually started yet, but ive decided that for POVS im going to go with heyhay, ocie, and maybe sherb when they start. i initially wanted to watch everyones but that would probably burn me out ngl <- i will watch other peoples for like. individual stuff , but for group stuff like the first day, events ill pick between those three.

Some of my initial thoughts! slightly out of order timeline wise because i started writing this a quarter of the way though the actual video(heyhays pov)

I really like aura's character design its cool af. stars a malfunction?? which is interesting. i can feel the angst potential from a mile away

havent seen much of navi yet bc. floor. but it seem really cool too.

Also the way aura said "its really special" about navi... is this? eroticism of the machine?

oh wait appparently navis a person? so maybe its just regular homo eroticism.

Art and beck are twins1!! lets go twin representation- as a twin myself i will be watching veryy closely/j

heyhays playing another NERD i see.

i wonder why everyones on this planet? well the gravitational spike obvs, but what caused it? i feel like its too early to start theorising, but what i will theoris e about is waht is going to be theorised about. Aha!

Zenni's character is a doctor! every smp needs at least 1. Not going to lie. I thught there was skye? not. dave

Things keep happening... maybe theres a mischevious being around?

Mi-go!!! omg guys hatsune miku is here. Mi-go is soooo fucking cool guys im normal im normal.

i hope Mi-go's friends are alive-. theyre cryptic as hell but its ok i still think theyre so cool

something i noticed- Aura sound s like Rae but when sad <- thats a good thought im gonna p ut that in a sepaerate post

no more thoughts - stream over

[elemental-daddy-neos]

I smell like blood, metallic

No matter how many times I wash my hands, the smell and taste never go away

It's always blood

[zenmasterlover]

Me reading @queenbookbuff ‘s fanfics over and over again for comfort… the way this woman writes Jackie and Hyde is another level of perfection. Just wanted to give her a shoutout and to let my fellow zennies know (but all of you probably do know) which authors to read for all your zenmaster needs :)

I’m open to reviewing any fanfic you throw my way as well! DM or my inbox is open! I love new stories, always got my nose stuck in a book (or story). Please don’t be shy!! I will for really be your personal cheerleader if need be

[those70scomics]

💪 and 🛌

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Thank you, Prissy! ♥️

💪What motivates you to write?

It's my passion. Creating characters and their worlds and exploring different ideas through them is where I derive so much of my joy.

Beneath a Shattered Sky, for instance (mild spoilers for those of you who haven't read it) came into being when I decided that Jackie and Hyde were cursed by the engagement ring Hyde gives her as gift from Fez in Reflections Through the Glass. I hadn't planned on writing a sequel to my first fanfic, but the specifics of the curse and my mind putting together throw-away details from T7S to create Eric's arc -- the thrill of writing these stressors on the characters and learning how they'd act and react to them created plenty of motivation.

The character and plot developments in the upcoming Those Who Play with Demons have remained exciting to me for over ten years. When I got home from my month at the hospital in 2023, I was determined to finish the first draft despite that I couldn't type on my laptop. So I found a great app and used my tablet and stylus to write another zillion words to get that beast done.

After that, I wrote the story One Difference: Fez Is Buddy's Lab Partner (eighteen chapters as of the first draft; and, of course, it has a Zennie subplot), and I've started on One Difference: Donna Gives Jackie and Hyde Her Led Zeppelin Tickets.

Writers write. Neither physical nor technological limitations will stop me. 💪, indeed. 😊

🛌 What's a trope you haven't written, but want to?

I don't think in terms of tropes. I think in terms of exploring characters and their relationships in a plot that's interesting to me. Hyde's Long Way Home might not be the first time-loop / Groundhog Day fic written, but it's certainly one of the earlier ones (I hadn't read any; just loved the movie).

A ton of fics and traditionally published books and movies using the time-loop idea started to come out a few years after I posted HLWH, so now the time-loop is a trope. But I didn't write my story with that thinking. I thought, "What would happen if Hyde were stuck in the same situation as the protagonist from Groundhog Day after a towel-wrapped Kelso disrupts Hyde's planned reconciliation with Jackie?"

I'd realized that season 7 birthed the awfulness of season 8, and season 7 -- not 8 -- needed a thorough examination.

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