exomeme | part two hundred and fourteen

ANON WRU DOING

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dungeon trawler luhan practicing his magic

fantasy life au!

idg how anons haven't learned from hgau

give points to anyone who isn't your opger and you're going to kick yourself after he gets kicked out

Chanyeol's fellow Roommate casts Soohyun and Nana are heading to Taiwan to cheer and watch EXO's #LOSTPLANETinTAIPEI

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~ tree of life, tree of loyalty ~
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totally cropped out irks on some old pics/gifs bc i can u__u

you too nonnie!

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A beat. Another. Another. Another.

He groans, head pounding, memories a blur as he forces his eyes open to--

To?

he sits up quickly - too quickly. The top of his head connectws solidly with something...solid. He bites out a curse, clutching at his head. Stars explode in front of his eyes. In his own confusion, he finds himself falling, quite suddenly, onto the floor.

"What the fuck</>!?"

Lu Han swears. He picks himself up tenderly from the floor. Gingerly, he gets to his feet, curls the fingers on his right hand, curls the fingers on his--

"...the fuck is this?"

A strange watch is clasped around his wrist - except where the time would normally be displayed, there is only a single digit: 4. Where a clasp would usually be is only solid metal, and pry as he might, the watch stays on. Giving it one last tyr, he gives up and finally notices where he is.

Or where...he thinks he is.

To his right, a three layer bunk bed. H emust've been on the 2nd level before he'd fallen. An identical bunk bed is to his left. A desk, a sink, a small round window behind him. In front, a solid metal door, something painted on messily in red (blood? he hopes not) and a large card reader next to it - the large red light on the card reader suggests the door is locked. He walks the three steps towards it and gives it a couple good tugs and shoves anyway. With as much success as he'd hope for.

"You're fucking with me." Lu Han kicks the door - all he gets for his trouble is a sore foot.

He mutters another curse under his breath, before sitting down heavily onto the bunk.

So he's been kidnapped, he's studck in some shitty room that looks like it came out of the shitty part of the Titanic, there's this fucking watch shit on his wrist and seriously, is that bloond on the door?

Now that he looks at it, he has no idea how he missed the giant 4 on the door, matching the one on his watch. But nefore he can check if it is blood or just red paint, an monious crack comes from his left. He freezes like a deer in headlights. And then there's another. And then--

Lu Han turn just in time to see a deluge of water burst throught he window, drenching the desk and submerging the floor in seconds.

"What the fuck what the fuck YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!" he yells at n o one in particular. He scrambles to his feet.

<< You have been chosen for the Dozenal Game >>

He fuzzily remembwrs hearing those words before his memory wipes out entirely. Dozenal Game. Whatever that fucking meant, it probably didn't meant drowning here. Without thinking consciously about it, he begins searching the room. There has to be a way out, rioght? The water is already at his ankles. In a closet, he finds a briefcase, locked, of course. There's a picture of a ship pinned above the sink - is this the ship he's on? On the back is a series of shapes paired with numbers - it doesn't take a genius to figure out it's the key to a code. The briefcase has a numeric lock. A slip of paper with shapes - the same shapes as the code key - turns up under one of the blankets. A key is taped to the mirror behind a curtain--

"I look like shit," he remakrs quietly to himself - pale, drawn, bags under his eyes - like shit. But the water that's halfway to his knees means he's more interested in getting out of this room than fixing his hair.

With the code and the key in hand, it's easy enough to open the briefcase. Inside - a set of card keys, and a booklet...on digital roots. Digital roots? The card keys have numbers on them - and one of them has an A. Lu Han flips rapidly through his memory - dozenal, base twelve. Four. He rushes to the card reader - slots for three cards. Three cards, digital root of four, in base twelve - easy.

The light turns green, Lu Han slams open the door--

and a wave crashes down behind him.

"You've gotta be fucking with me," he grumbles, but he saves his breath to run.

Because, you know, water, drowning, not fun?

He sprints down the hall towards the stairs - runs up the stairs, the water still rising. He passes a label with "C Deck" on it. He turns into a great hall with a set of stairs, and just as he's about to run up it--

"Lu Han!?"

Someone..calls his name?

Lu Han freezes. The water, it seems, has not followed him.

It is indeed a great hall - gilded and ornate. But that's not what stops him short.

Just as he'd been running up the stairs, a crowd of people (crowd?) are rushing down. All guys, all his age. A quick count tells him that other than him, there's eleven. Dozenal. But more importantly...

Yixing?

What...are you doing here?

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more adventures of sehun and tiny hyungs
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Once Sehun developed more familiarity with his tiny hyungs - Suho and Kyungsoo - he decided it was time to broaden his horizons even further. He had learned from Professor Minho that tiny hyung collectors sometimes fought each other for their tiny hyungs. The thought of more tiny hyungs appealed to Sehun, of course, but...fighting? He wasn’t so sure about that.

But he started out on this quest to be the best there ever was, and if that meant fighting other collectors for their tiny hyungs then so be it.

***

He was in a shopping district, one with which he had become rather familiar with as a result of his tiny hyung Suho’s guidance. Every time tiny hyung Suho took him out to eat or go shopping, it was here.

“I heard there was another tiny hyung collector here, also with two fantastic tiny hyungs,” Sehun said to his own tiny hyungs. “I don’t even know the first thing about acquiring someone else’s tiny hyungs in a fight,” he finished sadly.

Suho patted him on the back. “It’ll be okay, Sehunnie,” he said, “We’ll figure it out together.” “Yeah,” Kyungsoo agreed, “you’re definitely not the worst dongsaeng to have, I like how chill you can be. Maybe the other tiny hyungs will see that and like that about you.”

Sehun certainly hoped so.

***

“Hey, Sehun,” Suho nudged Sehun gently and nodded over in someone’s direction. “Could that be him over there? Your rival tiny hyung collector?”

Sehun looked over to where Suho showed him. One tall guy with two shorter guys. Could be.

“I think so,” Kyungsoo said softly, “Look!”

Sehun could hear the tall one plead, “Please buy this for me, hyung! Pleeeeease!” The tiny hyung he was pleading with looked amused...and really cute to Sehun! Round squishy cheeks...and SO tiny. The other one was tiny too! Not as cute but very handsome, cheekbones to DIE for...

“Oh yeah,” Sehun whispered, “That’s definitely him.” He took a deep breath and resolutely walked forward, his tiny hyungs following him.

“Excuse me,” he began to say as he approached the other trio. The tall one, the tiny hyung collector, looked around and when he registered who was addressing him a look of recognition spread across his face.

“Well, well, well,” he said, smirking slightly. “I’ve heard a lot about you, Sehun.”

Sehun was taken aback. “How do you know my name?”

“Word travels fast,” the collector replied. “They say you want to be the best tiny hyung collector in the world.”

Sehun stood up tall, taller even than the collector. “Well, I will be,” he said, full of determination.

“Ha! Here’s your first test and measure of your abilities then. I’m Luhan, and these are MY two tiny hyungs! They’ll never leave me! This is Minseok,” he gestured to the one with the cute cheeks, and then to the other one, “and this is Jongdae.”

The two tiny hyungs waved hello without much enthusiasm, but nevertheless Sehun made his bow and formal greeting to the two fine tiny hyungs, then addressed the collector again.

“Luhan? So you’re…?”

“Chinese, yes. Got a problem with that?”

“No, it’s just...isn’t it weird for you to use ‘hyung’?”

Luhan bristled at that. “I’ll have you know that I’ve been in Korea for a long while now and that tiny hyungs are as natural to me as-”

Jongdae interrupted, “He’s not even our dongsaeng.” He was eyeing Suho, who remained oblivious to this attention. Kyungsoo stared wide-eyed at the situation unfolding.

“WHAT?” Sehun shouted out. Luhan recoiled in horror at having his cards being laid out on the table like this. Minseok rolled his eyes.

“Luhan’s actually the same age as me, and he’s older than Jongdae by 2 years,” Minseok said.

“But…” Sehun was desperately trying to understand the situation. “But you look so young?!”

At that, Luhan regained some of his composure and said, with a trace of smugness, “Yes, thank you, I kno-”
“But you’re not even that tall!” Sehun interrupted. “Now wait a min-” Luhan started. “I’M taller than YOU!” Sehun continued to blurt out.

“He wears shoe lifts sometimes, to try and get even taller than us,” Jongdae kept spilling as he inched closer to Suho, who had finally figured out that Jongdae was interested him and was eyeing the new tiny hyung warily.

“This is the most insane, unbelievable thing I have ever heard of,” Sehun threw his hands up in the air, clearly exasperated. “I DEMAND you hand over those tiny hyungs!” He reached out one hand to Minseok, which Luhan dove for to push out of the way.

“NO!” Luhan cried out, now using his body as a shield to block Minseok from Sehun, who narrowed his eyes.

“Fine,” he said. “Why don’t we just ask your tiny ‘hyungs’ what THEY want?”

Jongdae piped up immediately, “Yeah, I think I’ll stick with this ACTUAL maknae, Luhan. Sorry. It’s been real.” He reached out and held Suho’s hand with a look of adoration in his eyes. Sehun would have been delighted had he not been so focused in the task at hand.

“Minseok?” he asked, although he couldn’t even see the tiny hyung’s face, shielded as it was by Luhan who looked positively pained at what could happen.

Silence. Then Minseok spoke up quietly, “Do you like...coffee?”

Sehun frowned slightly. “What?”

“I asked if you like coffee.”

Sehun shook his head. “No, not particularly.”

“Do you enjoy watching and playing soccer?”

“Uhhh...it’s not one of my favorite things to do really…”

“Then I guess I’ll stay with Luhan.” Luhan immediately fixed a fiercely triumphant stare at Sehun.

“Oh…” Sehun was admittedly dejected. “Can I ask why?”

Minseok pushed Luhan aside to speak face-to-face with Sehun. “I think you’re nice enough, and yeah Luhan’s weird for being into this tiny hyung stuff when I’m not even his hyung, but I guess I don’t mind it really? And he likes the things that I like and you don’t, so…” he shrugged. “That’s it.”

Suho put a hand on Sehun’s shoulder, the one that wasn’t currently being held by Jongdae. “I think you’ve done well for today, Sehun. You’ve got another tiny hyung and you’ve learned the about the importance of a tiny hyung’s choice. Let Minseok have his.”

Sehun nodded. “You’re right, of course. It’s no good if I have a tiny hyung who doesn’t want to be with me.” Inside he still had twinges of disappointment at the thought of missing out on a tiny hyung like Minseok, but being the best meant doing what was right.

He held out his hand to shake with Luhan. “You’ll take care of Jongdae, won’t you?” he asked fervently. Although Sehun didn’t necessarily agree with Luhan’s choice to live as a tiny hyung collector, he certainly appreciated his concern for how they would be treated. “Of course I will,” he assured Luhan.

Three tiny hyungs. An important lesson learned. What an eventful day for Sehun!

anon ive only gtotten to listen to a few of your covers but i loved them all :* ty

noooooooooooooooo

i give up at life bc ofc i have to exceed char limit again

right? and don't forget that it looks like dage and sehun are gonna go bonus points so

im crying anon but ur call ;;

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lol idky i gave them paranorman hair

Byun Baekhyun dies at the ripe old age of 24. Not from an overdose like everyone thought he would, but from a grocery robbery out of all things. He’s not gonna make the big headlines like he’s always wanted to or maybe even the local newspapers. People will most likely call it an accident, the man was disillusion and a paranoid youth lunged at him, or some bull shit like that.

He's out of condoms and instant ramen packets and the gas station was a one-stop trip of everything he really needed in life.

The early morning haze made his hair stick to his forehead, all sweaty and gross and Baekhyun remember the shitty air conditioning in the store as a blessing. It’s a short lived one because ten minutes later with a basket full of twinkies and instant noodles under one arm, Baekhyun gets shot.

It’s not entirely his fault.

A man entered the store shortly after him- balding, early 50s, probably watched lots of porn but never got any. He spoke up front with the cute cashier and suddenly there was shouting. Baekhyun had just turned the corner to check out and be on his merry way, but the guy suddenly drew out a gun and Baekhyun felt his stomach drop.

The first shot hit the ceiling and it all went to hell from there.

There was a lot more screaming and shards of glass falling the next second as Baekhyun did the stupidest thing in the short 24 years of his life. He threw a packet of instant ramen at the guy right as he pointed the gun at the poor cashier girl.

“Back off, dude,” Baekhyun drawled. Maybe he was just trying to be cool, the girl at the counter was cute, but nothing worth dying for. The guy turns, eyes-crazed and Baekhyun instantly knew he had made a mistake.
“Who are you?” the guy shouted, branding his gun. He waves it about, firing another shot into the air.

“No one,” Baekhyun said innocently enough and that much of it was true. Baekhyun was a no one, his family might not even miss him if this all went badly and he ended up 6 feet under, but in that instant when the cashier turned her eyes over to him, he felt like someone. They locked eyes for a second and she motioned towards her phone a clear indication of: stall me some time.

“I’m no one,” Baekhyun said again, taking a step towards the armed man. “But so are you so put the goddamn gun down.”

The man chuckles nervously, the gun in his hand wavering and Baekhyun felt a glimmer of hope in his chest, but then suddenly the man laughs, full on unhinged, deranged laughter like the kind found in Japanese horror films.

“I’m not no one,” the man gasped, turning his gun towards Baekhyun. “Don’t call me good for nothing, you little piece of shit!”

Baekhyun remembers the lady at the counter screaming and then him running, running, and then falling.

The newspapers the next morning would have labeled it all as a misfire, an unfortunate neighborhood shooting, but the truth is Byun Baekhyun died as someone. Byun Baekhyun died a hero.

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Baekhyun wakes up on a cloud, which is surprising to say at least because it’s not hell. There’s an inexplicable expanse of grey fog in front of him, swirling like dense mist. He can barely see his own hand in front of his face, but Baekhyun will takes this over hellfire and brimstone anyday.

“Wow, I’m not in hell,” he voices out loud the second he has a chance, but there’s nothing but silence around him. No gleaming angelic voices or hot angels in flowing togas to mark his ascent.

It kind of sucks.

“This kind of sucks,” Baekhyun yells out into the void and suddenly the grey matter lifts, stealing his breath with him. Baekhyun flails for a moment because he’s suddenly falling, fast and hard until he hits the ground with a thud faceplanting in front of a giant gleaming door.

“This fucking sucks,” Baekhyun groans in pain, nursing his cheek. He stumbles around for a second, dusting off his post-mortem clothes and straightens up to face the door.

The golden letters engraved on the door read: Wishlist foundation- Soul counseling and practice. \

Well that was new.

Curiosity gets the best of him and Baekhyun steels a breath before pushing his way inside.

The first thing that greets him is the sound of classical music. It’s familiar, a little jarring at first, but Baekhyun appreciates the ability to hear something, anything, after all that goddamn silence.

There’s a man sitting at the desk, round glasses perched on his nose. Upon second glance, he’s actually an angel with light fluffy wings and a corny halo on top of his head. Goddamn, Baekhyun thinks, Hollywood finally got something right.

The angel turns his head towards Baekhyun suddenly. The expression on his face is grave.

Baekhyun opens his mouth to introduce himself but no sounds come out.

“Byun Baekhyun,” the angel says softly. He’s got a melodious voice, like the kind that God would use as a greeter at Heaven’s gate…or so Baekhyun hopes.

“That’s me,” Baekhyun says with a chuckle, extending a hand out. “So am I going to heaven or not?”

Do Kyungsoo, as his name plate on the desk indicates, shoots him a wry look. Baekhyun decides wisely to put his arm back down.

“Not yet,” Kyungsoo says enigmatically, “or maybe not at all.”

“Aww c’mon,” Baekhyun goads, “don’t fuck with me. Where’s your buddy Peter? Tell him I need his key and that I’m ready or whatever.”
The angel lets out a slight chuckle.

“Peter sent you here,” Kyungsoo replies, amusement crinkling his brow, “he sent you here to do some work for me first.”

“All right,” Baekhyun says, throwing his arms up in the air. “I’m here at your service. What do you want me to do?”

“You, deviant human, who should have gone to hell,” Kyungsoo says resignedly like he’s reading a script, “do you know why you’re here?”

“Yes?” Baekhyun pipes up and then thinks about it for a second, “well sort of? I’m dead right and I’m not in hell so I guess that means I’m going to heaven?”

“No,” Kyungsoo cuts him off, “it means you spent your whole life fucking up, but suddenly right when you’re about to die you did something right.”

“I…I did something right?” Baekhyun echoes, scratching the back of his head in confusion. “That’s good right?”

“It is, only if you keep it up,” Kyungsoo answers, flicking his wrist upward suddenly. Baekhyun half expects him to brandish a wand of some sort, but suddenly there’s a gleaming feather in Baekhyun’s hand.

“Woah sweet,” Baekhyun laughs and the feather actually glows in response.

“Byun Baekhyun,” Kyungsoo repeats like he’s weighing the goodness of Baekhyun soul in those three syllables. “If you want to go to heaven, I need you to complete a wishlist.”

“A wishlist?” Baekhyun asks, suddenly nervous. He’s never been particularly good at fulfilling those.

“The wishlist is simple,” Kyungsoo explains, voice calm almost bored sounding like he’s done this for eternity and then some. On second thought, judging by the wall décor in his office, Baekhyun wouldn’t have put it past him to be that old.

“You do what this person wants fulfilled. You be a good Samaritan and I’ll put a good word in for you when you go back to Peter,” Kyungsoo says. Baekhyun nods. It sounds pretty simple.

It’s simple enough like a scale between good and bad with Baekhyun is somewhere in the middle. He just has to put in some extra time, like afterschool detention, to put more weight on the good side of the scale.

“Put one toe out of line,” Kyungsoo threatens, his voice suddenly dark and vindictive, “and I’ll cast you back to the depths of perdition where you belong.”

Baekhyun opens his mouth, but no words come out.

“I’ll summon you with that,” Kyungsoo says pointing at the feather in Baekhyun’s arms, “When I need you. So long Byun Baekhyun.”

“It’s nice to meet you too, you know?” Baekhyun calls out sarcastically, but Kyungsoo is already gone and the office with him- swirling away like the grey mist. The mist clears out finally and there’s nothing but blank space and two roads dividing it like a cross.

Baekhyun lets out a dry laugh, because even purgatory turns out to be a piece of bullshit cliché.

He stands at the cross road, hand clutching Kyungsoo’s feather and waits.

Around him the grey mist swirls endlessly and for the first time since death, Baekhyun lets himself cry.

sorry more shitty i just got out of work doodles

first one is lay's healing tongue can that count for fantasy?

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