Hello Writers.

fellas i dont think i can i am yoo joonghyuk my way outta this one

fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck

FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOUFUCK YOU FUCK

I'm tweaking out so bad rn y'all have no idea I'm literally punching the walls and ripping up the pillows and shit

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Happy birthday to our dearest author!

"Are you being chased by someone?" Has the same vibe as: "You know other men?"

Pi - π!

Pi day pi day pi day pi day!!! I know ~45? Not one hundred percent sure but here they are in gradually increasing digit span:

3.1

3.14

3.141

3.1415

3.14159

3.141592

3.1415926

3.14159265

3.141592653

3.1415926535

3.14159265358

3.141592653589

3.1415926535897

3.14159265358979

3.141592653589793

3.1415926535897932

3.14159265358979323

3.141592653589793238

3.1415926535897932384

3.14159265358979323846

3.141592653589793238462

3.1415926535897932384626

3.14159265358979323846264

3.141592653589793238462643

3.1415926535897932384626433

3.14159265358979323846264338

3.141592653589793238462643383

3.1415926535897932384626433832

3.14159265358979323846264338327

3.141592653589793238462643383279

3.1415926535897932384626433832795

3.14159265358979323846264338327950

3.141592653589793238462643383279502

3.1415926535897932384626433832795028

3.14159265358979323846264338327950288

3.141592653589793238462643383279502884

3.1415926535897932384626433832795028841

3.14159265358979323846264338327950288416

And that’s it! If you want them chunked by how I remember them then:

3.141592 6535 8979 323 846264 3383 279 50 288 416

Not even groupings, but that’s just how it stuck :)

Learnt majority of them last year so please tell me if I got one wrong :)

his sanctuary

[Image ID: Anna Croft lays on the ground in a denim jacket + red flannel, with the flannel pooled around her looking like blood. There is an injury in her torso that Selena Kim is drinking her elixir-blood from. Selena Kim is wearing the out fit depicted in the webtoon with several arrows coming out of her back.

Next to Anna Croft’s head is a patch of dandelion, and she lies in front of some grass and raspberries. Farther behind her is a partially broken wall, which behind that has a weathered staircase.

At the far right of the drawing is a pillar covered in ivy, and on the intact part of the wall is a mural of Han Sooyoung holding Yoo Joonghyuk’s wrist up to Kim Dokja’s mouth, the latter of which is wearing a shirt and tie and holding his phone. Blood is coming from Yoo Joonghyuk’s wrist and is around the area Kim Dokja’s mouth would be. None of the people in the mural have faces.

The sun is rising or setting from behind another hole in the wall behind the staircase. /End ID]

The fact that the blood-elixir could have been an accidental discovery, like, maybe it was fore-seen but the fact that Anna being so gravely injured so often leads to her being able to heal others runs in parallel to yoohankim’s sacrifice to save one another.

Consumption running in parallel.

Dandelion - resilience, healing Raspberry - blood, love Ivy - fidelity, eternal life

This piece grown a lot from what it was originally going to be. At first I was going to just have it be Selena feeding on Anna's elixir blood (a concept I am shocked I have not seen anyone else do with SelenaCroft). But then I began to realize, in the process making of this piece, that I could call upon the parallels between Anna Croft and Yoo Joonghyuk and the way that the consumption of them can keep someone alive.

The stars were so pretty as he fell. It was like time slowed, and all he could do was stare. He would be one of them, according to some people. A star in the bright sky.

Despite it being only the afternoon, there were so many stars visible, their colours bleeding through the sunny blue to form myriads of colours, greens and purples and pinks. It was so beautiful, the sight almost made what he had done worth it.

He just wanted to be free. Free of the taunts, the interviews, the memories. Kim Dokja could only take so much, and this was where the curtain would close.

He hadn’t intended for this to be his course of action. He had gone to the window to get some air in the brief lapse between classes and his bullies, but his eyes had caught on that sky. That ethereal, enrapturing sky. He wanted to be part of it. He so desperately did.

Before he knew it, the window was open, and he was half out of it. His legs swung, to and fro, to and fro, all his attention still on the great above.

A gust of window brushed past him, he could feel someone staring at him from behind, but could not bring himself to look away. Perhaps he wouldn’t feel it if he did.

The sky called out to him, and he reached out for it. He reached to the point where his balance could not compensate, and he fell. He kept reaching.

He looked up at that sky, and as the wind rushed through the air, he couldn’t look away.

The brightest star of all, leaking through the canvas like a stain, came from right where he had just sat, where a person now stood, a person who looked just like him.

His attention had left the sky. The pain swiftly came, with a sickening crack as his head hit a branch, taking his consciousness, and with another to his chest, his pulse.