exomeme | part two hundred and fifteen

no T^T not meee

theoretically this is tao but i can't stand to look at it any longer ;~~~; nekoma is represented by cat imagery so i thought it was a good fit for him, and he plays middle blocker. sry about the flop japanese.

i don't watch much anime so i can't come up with many au suggestions for that theme but if someone else has a plot then i can help organize/code. i'm totally blanking on plot ideas for any of the themes... crime: like a solve-the-mystery sim? maybe 3 of our team cn be suspects and 1 is the detective?

wow mysteries are so hard to write to o__o

haikyuu *___* this is great!

ooooh i really really like the idea of a mystery sim!! i have some of those 5th grade solve the mystery books lmao i can take a look and see if i think of anything! and i'm not opposed to drawing bloody crime scenes ha ha u__u

don't forget to say this is animation themed

continuation of pirate fic from prelims, except i don't really like where i went with this and i got kinda stuck. TT idk what i'm doing or if i'll pick this back up but have what i've got??

1303 wc. general/no pairing. pirate!au

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Kyungsoo licks his lips idly, tasting salt on the the wind as he peers off into the dark off Eastward, hands tightening against the wood railing. He's always gotten a bit seasick on long journey's, never too fond of the water. Kyungsoo likes land, the firm support of the ground beneath him and a warm bed to escape to at night. Out at sea, there's no real escape; no real comfort.

"If you're gonna puke, do me a favor, and aim it off the boat." Kyungsoo's least favorite voice in the world creeps into his ears and coils around his brain irritably. "I really don't wanna scrub the whole deck just because you upchucked your slop." Kyungsoo twists his face to the left, shooting a dark glare towards the grinning soldier beside him.

"If you don't have some water, why don't you go bother someone else, Baekhyun," Kyungsoo starts with a grunt, another wave of nausea working its way up his throat. Baekhyun laughs and hooks an arm around his neck, dragging him into some poor excuse for a hug.

"And miss seeing you throw up like an old hag? No way," he starts, flinching when Kyungsoo violently aims his elbow at the small brunette's ribcage. A large hand quickly descends between them, smushing into Baekhyun's face and pushing him away, the tall and lanky owner wiggling between them with a steel flask in hand.

"Never fear, I am here," Chanyeol beams, handing Kyungsoo the flask, pleased with the pat to his cheek he receives in reward, even if it makes him feel a bit like a dog. Kyungsoo quickly pulls off the cap to down some of the water, but it does little to keep his sickness at bay. It'd be better if it wasn't so warm.

The ship dips with the waves around them and Kyungsoo quickly twists a hand in the sleeve of Chanyeol's uniform jacket, trying to hold himself upright, turning a decent shade of green. With slight concern, Chanyeol lets his smile slack. "You okay...? Please don't puke on me...I don't have any other clean uniforms..."

Chanyeol isn't sure if the growl in Kyungsoo's throat is from impending vomit or spite, but the thought of oatmeal gruel splattered on his jacket and getting him in trouble isn't appealing, and he starts to wiggle away slightly. Baekhyun reaches in to pry Kyungsoo's hand off Chanyeol and takes him by the shoulders, walking him towards the brig.

"I think it's time for you to go lay down. If you wanna lie in your own sick, then it's solely on you." With a pleasant, tone, Baekhyun does his best to guide the swaying colleague along the deck.

Once Baekhyun and Kyungsoo have disappeared below deck, Chanyeol reaches up to rub idly at his freckle dusted nose, the rifle on his back clanking noisily against the metal buttons of his uniform, unruly red curls making his large ears stick out even further than normal. Glancing about the deck, he spots one of the younger soldiers in their crew, Sehun, standing pointlessly beneath the crow's nest, neck craned backwards as he stares above with a bored expression.

"What're you doing?" Chanyeol questions with a bit of a snort as he approaches the other. "Aren't you supposed to be cleaning out the cabins below with the other shrimps?" Despite the fact that Sehun is quite literally the same height as Chanyeol, the redhead continues to treat the younger kids like babies. It makes him feel better about himself when he gets pushed around by the rude ass General who's got his head shoved so far up Prince Suho's ass that everything out of his mouth is obviously a load of royal shit.

Sehun turns his grimace at Chanyeol. "I'm not a shrimp," he retorts bluntly. Chanyeol glares a little, yanking him into a headlock and giving him a sufficient noogie despite the swats and whines and protests. "Respect your elders, brat!" Sehun huffs, finally wrenching away from Chanyeol and attempting to fix his white blonde hair, as if there were a lady to impress less than a two months journey in any direction.

"Jongin's up there sleeping again. I got scolded because he hasn't turned in his report.." Sehun starts to huff, mumbling under his breath. Raising a brow, Chanyeol glances up into the foggy night, the crow's nest barely visible at the very top of the mast. After a moment's silence, Chanyeol pats Sehun assuringly on the butt.

"Well then, best get to climbing!"

"I'm not going up there," Sehun spits out immediately. "You do it."

"Who's older here?" Chanyeol narrows his eyes at Sehun, and the resounding grimace from the younger boy convinces him he's won. Sehun unhooks his sword from his hip and pushes his rifle into Chanyeol's hands roughly before grabbing the pegs at the side of the pillar and hoisting himself up. Chanyeol laughs at the sight.

His laughter is caught off by a sudden shout from above, and he turns in confusion. "What? What's going on?!" There's the sound of rushing and Sehun's frozen in place on the mast, staring out off the westward side of the ship. Chanyeol follows his gaze.

He sees the boy before he sees the ship. Dressed in all black, the boy seems to materialize like smoke within the fog, sailing through the air in an arch of limbs and the glint of steel. As he rolls onto the deck, the ship comes into view, and the Queen's Voyage jerks violently with impact. Chanyeol's thrown from his feet, as is most of the crew, Sehun hitting his side hard beside him with a groan. Dazed and confused, the redhead sits up, gripping at the bruise already forming on his shoulder.

"Pirates..." he whispers in disbelief, eyes wide as they meet the ghost boy's from before, a wicked grin on his lips and a thin sword held in his hand. His sash billows out behind him like blood on the wind, and Chanyeol barely has time to think, shoving himself up and grabbing at Sehun's sword, charging. All around him, soldiers scramble and shouting fills the air alongside gunfire and the clang of metal. The deck is filled with intruders and everything descends into chaos within seconds.

Chanyeol brings his sword down hard against the dark haired boy, and with a flash of metal, his blade catches against the other's. Baring his teeth, the assailant shoves hard into the attack, and Chanyeol's taken by surprise at his strength, stumbling backwards. The sudden influx of dirty, scraggly men climbing onto the ship distracts him as he catches his balance, and he barely looks back at the boy in time to dodge a swift slash. It's fight or flight and the adrenaline rushing through his body is no joke.

He bolts from the boy, ducking between the mess of fighting and disappearing below deck, loud voice breaking over the sound of fighting. "Pirates!" he shouts. "All hands on deck!" He's got to get to Baekhyun and Kyungsoo.

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Seconds before the Shèn hits, Zitao leaps from the rail, rolling into the wood with the impact and recovering easily despite the waves crashing over the ship. Everything happens fast after that. Luhan's close behind, landing on the deck with a heavy thud, followed by another whom Zitao doesn't even have to think to know is Yixing.

He's about to open his mouth to shoot something off to the other two quickly when the tall, big-eared soldier charges and Zitao scoffs at the challenge. The sword is easily blocked and Zitao shoves, flashing his teeth carnally. He's going in for the kill when the Palm Leaf Ear Boy (Zitao finds nicknames the easiest way to remember English.) is distracted, but at the last second, he dodges. He isn't even worth chasing when he scampers away. Zitao has plenty of fish to choose from atop the ship.

oh yes!! i was so stressed out about being unable to capture tao's beauty i forgot.

ok! you should message me on this account and we can plan!

hugs and kisses thank you <3

will do!

this was fun. nice job anon!

i have such a soft spot for chanxing because they rarely even looked at each other in mama era and they've been talking about each other a lot more since wolf ;;

writing pwp is so hard

i like the idea about cupids xiuchen setting them up because on paper i think they'd make a really compatible couple: similar musical interests, chanyeol's extraversion can complement yixing's introversion, and they're both cute and all that's missing is the ~chemistry~ that can be added with a cupid's arrow

it'd be interesting if cupids work in tandem because they both need to hit one-half of the intended couple at the same time, but one of them purposefully misses (cupid jongdae) so it ends up being onesided chanxing (yixing -> chanyeol)

writing porn is so hard :(

chapter 1: meet the band
ot4, chen ft pcy, lay, dage
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going for hattrick bonus with team chenshine's art

writing is so hard ):

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Jongdae groans when he falls to the floor with a loud thud, and he would have just gotten back to sleep on the floor if their manager wasn’t threatening to not feed him for the whole day. Jongdae scrambles to his feet, rubbing his tailbone where it hurt most from contact with the floor and turning to stare at Minseok but Jongdae is only greeted with his back as he leaves the room. Chanyeol comes into the room with the toothbrush in his mouth, clad only in a towel around his waist.

“The shower’s yours,” Chanyeol says, his words muffled by the toothbrush and Jongdae grimaces at all the toothpaste he is spewing out.

With a sigh, Jongdae grabs his towel hanging at the back of the door and goes to have his shower. He can smell the bitter scent of roasted coffee beans and he knows that it must have been Minseok. There’s also the scent of something sweet in the air but he can’t quite place it. He contemplates having breakfast first but then Minseok might threaten to leave for their show without waiting for Jongdae to shower so Jongdae forgets about breakfast and walks towards the toilet.

The mirror is fogged and Jongdae curses silently at Chanyeol for not even wiping the steam first. He hangs his towel on the rack and undresses, squeezing some toothpaste on his toothbrush before taking it with him into the small space at the end they call a sorry excuse of a shower. Jongdae knows that it is a bad habit, to brush your teeth while the shower is running but it saves time and the bill might be a little higher again this month but Minseok has gotten them more gigs, they’re performing almost every evening at Lotte now instead of that dingy club at Hongdae. It really is a blessing for their band to get Minseok as their manager; he’s done so much to help the band create a name for themselves.

Jongdae washes in a hurry, really thankful they decided to invest in a better water heater because now Chanyeol doesn’t end up using all the hot water before it is his turn to shower. He uses the bar soap for both his hair and body—they’ve run out of shampoo—and he knows he’ll regret it later because the soap will make his hair dry and coarse to the touch. He almost crashes in Chanyeol as he walks out of the toilet just as Chanyeol is walking down the hallway towards the kitchen.

“Hey, you’re not shaving today?” Chanyeol asks and Jongdae curses, rushing back into the toilet to shave the beginning dark shadows of a moustache and beard. He can hear Chanyeol making a ruckus in the kitchen and Minseok groaning telling him to shut the fuck up so early in the morning when he tries to fit his legs into his one-size too small leather pants. They have an outdoor gig for a youth event at Busan and Jongdae knows he’ll regret his wardrobe choice later, especially with the hot summer air but anything for the fans. Although he’s not so sure that people in Busan has heard of them, but they will after today’s performance.

Jongdae makes it to the kitchen in time for the last two pancakes before Chanyeol snatches them up and he can see that Chanyeol wants to fight him for it but Yixing’s piercing gaze has Chanyeol retreating and slumping back against his chair.

“You already had two Yeol, don’t be greedy,” Yixing chastises, collecting the dirty cutleries and dumping them into the sink. They don’t wash their dishes till they get home which is a bad idea since they’re always drained and tired but the good part is if you’re lucky and win the scissors-paper-stone, you don’t have to do it. It’s a chance Jongdae likes to take if it means he can get out of washing his dishes in the morning. He doesn’t know why they can’t just use disposables when they know every one of them is a lazy ass. This is one more thing that Jongdae wouldn’t mind spending a little bit more on.

“Hurry up Jongdae, I want an early start in case there’s traffic later,” Minseok says from behind his phone as he sips his coffee.

Jongdae licks his lips, itching for a cup too but he knows Minseok will never share. Their manager only makes one cup each morning for himself and he tolerates everything else but anyone drinking his stash of coffee. Jongdae quickly swallows down his pancakes; he can tell Yixing used a bit more sugar and milk this time probably to compensate for the lack of syrup or jam. Sometimes, Jongdae is tired living like this, having to divide and save every penny but when he gets on stage and the adrenaline rush kicks in, Jongdae knows that there’s nothing else he’d rather do but perform with his band.

They lug their instruments with them to Minseok’s car, Minseok always drives and Chanyeol sits with him in the shotgun seat. Chanyeol would have preferred to play his own drums but they don’t have the proper transportation for it so he always ends up playing on whatever the organisers provide. It is a disadvantage for them because venue provided equipment are usually faulty or produce notes that is a little off and they also can’t have their band name on drum decals.

Jongdae puts on his headphones, the songs they will be performing already in a playlist. Up ahead, he can see Chanyeol talking to Minseok and that is why he always sits in front. Minseok needs company, especially for long distance drives and Chanyeol is the only one who can’t stop talking even when no one seems to be paying attention, but Jongdae knows that Minseok appreciates the chatter so that he doesn’t fall asleep. Beside him, Yixing has a notebook out, humming to himself, probably trying to write more songs for the band. Jongdae closes his eyes, and he leans his head back, trying to catch up on his interrupted sleep to the sound of his own voice.

no anon! omg i love this

OMG I LOVE THIS

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