I did another one c:
YALL GO FOLLOW VKTA RIGHT NEOWWW
VKTA I SAW YOUR MESSAGE LAST NIGHT AND I WAS TOO SLEEPY TO RESPOND BUT AUGHH
In case you couldn't tell by now I love love love the asian Gangle headcanon... I am asian,,, seeing something similar to my culture makes me soooo hehehehe she looks so cute here... She looks so cute here WUAGSHSB
Gangle why are you being so pleasant heheanskwnzbxpwpwudtvacznqee /pos WHAT ARE YOU PLANNING LADY
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Mates, it's done! 3K followers! That's great and incredible. Over the next few days, the five most recent reblogs that were commented on or tagged will continue.
Have a great Sunday everyone, I'm going to start with some early morning exercise to get the creativity going.
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MWAAHHAHAHA MY EVIL PLAN HAS WORKED!!!
I've stolen @amenalyme 's sketchbook and markers, and for the first time did a proper marker drawing! For the first time I think it turned out really well, but gosh darn it makers are hard and smelly.
I can still smell them....
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Best whale wishes to you from little old me and my BFF. Thanks for being awesome and making me happy, folks!
Had something more realistic in mind, but the illustration style apparently got the better of me. (I should in fact be working right now.)
Bonus story: a group of little boys stopped by my table and wanted to take pictures of my drawing. I let them, since the thought of someone out there being shown one of said pictures and identifying the characters amuses me.
Bonus bonus story: Teenager stops to stare at the skeleton, reads the plaque and exclaims "shit, I didn't know they still existed!"
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I did not get the caption thing that anon talked about...is it the text you write to the gif or the kind of print under the gif that says gif?
p.s.: please don't judge me I am 30 and found my Tumblr from 12 years ago, I don't understand half the stuff😂
psssss...I bet that anon pronounces gif as jif
but i like your little notes, they give context of your thoughts...and desires together with the gif, and that little gif print doesn't it show who created the gif?
Thank you !!!! Yes, caption does mean the text I tend to add below the gif. And all the points you mentioned were correct.
And Hey !!!! About asking stuff that you are not sure about, never worry of being judged --- did we worry about being judged as kids when we asked stuff ?
Take care 💕 Have nice time around 🥂
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hiii ⭐️
i really liked the last mark fic cause he really is the type to guess your mood just by your lyrics or how you sing and dance. so can i request something like that?
like, you’re doing some freestyle and he’s watching you like :( cause he feels you’re down and then he comforts you 🥺
Black Clouds
Mark Lee x Male Reader
The set is familiar—like you’ve seen it before in another video that Johnny’s made. But now it had been refurbished, the old brown wood painted flush with a rich black color that still felt tacky to the touch. You turned away from the wall, catching Mark’s brown eyes as you regroup with the three other members that sat around the table. He looks down shyly, turning visibly pink as you to stare in between his eyebrows—scared to look into his eyes again.
“Welcome back to JCC everyone! We’re here with—”
“Mark!”
“Jaehyun!”
“(Y/n).” You feel the air shift at your introduction—it was short and cold as you looked down at the pattern on the table. Now all eyes were on you, followed by half of the crew that surrounded the set. Their eyes felt like beady little cameras—watching to judge—to catch a single mistake in how you carry yourself.
“And Haechan!” Immediately the mood goes back to how it was before you announced yourself—the suddenly bright atmosphere leaving you with a bitter feeling in your chest. “It’s been a while since I’ve appeared in JCC and it’s (Y/n/n)’s first time! How are you feeling?”
Again, all eyes fall on you. You feel the whites of your eyes stinging as you focused all of your attention on the microphone in front of you. It reminded you of Johnny and Jaehyun’s Nct Night Night show. This set was much smaller—you would even bet that it was less than half the size of their old studio. The first time you had visited them was when you were a trainee. Having tagged along with Mark since he had invited you. Last time they happily included you in the segment, making you feel comfortable enough to freestyle on the spot.
This time just felt different. The hold your depressive episode had on you was strong enough to not let you enjoy anything. It kept you from being present in the moment with your members—kept you from being happy that Johnny asked you specifically to join his new video.
“I’m feeling grateful, Haechannie. To be here with you guys is more than enough.” Johnny coos, smiling with his eyes as he motions you to continue. “It’s been a hard couple of years you know? What with the pandemic and the uncertainty of my debut, but we got through it—you guys are forever stuck with me.” While the sentiment was there, you felt as if you just performing—putting on a show. Saying things you knew the viewers would want to hear. Your body physically was here—sure—but your mind was elsewhere. Still in the unmade bed in the room that you shared with Mark.
Mark—who kept trying to catch your eyes just once as you kept quiet throughout the filming process. Only laughing when the others laughed and clapping whenever they clapped. He furrowed his eyebrows, trying to steer the conversation away from you as he felt the melancholy ooze from you and your slouched posture. He kept the others busy—too busy to notice how the cameras only followed them and the sound of their voices rather than focusing on your own sullen demeanor. It felt like a stab at your heart. His kindness making your longing feel even worse as he tried his hardest to help you when you felt the most helpless. But that was Mark for you.
“Now, before wrapping this up, we had a special guest on Nct Night Night a few years ago. He did this freestyle rap for us on the spot and it stuck with me even now. One of our most talented. I’m hoping you say yes when I ask you to do another for us? Only if you’re comfortable, of course.” You feel tense, the sincerity behind Jaehyun’s words falling on your ears but not processing in your brain. You were glad to have made such an impression on them but you were such a different (Y/n) now compared to just a few years ago—hell, compared to a few weeks ago even. With a shy nod, you tap on the mic, making sure it was still on after not having said anything for the better part of an hour.
“Of course. That memory has stuck with me too, Jaehyun-ssi. It was when I knew this group would be perfect for me.” You cleared your throat, doing mock vocal warmups with Johnny as they all cheered you on. Finally, your eyes meet Mark’s—who looks at you like a deer caught in headlights. “Mark, do you mind just beatboxing for me? Whatever is fine—I know you’ll come up with something genius.” And just like that he begins with a slow beat, giving you long half notes before transitioning into quick eighth notes. “It’s like staring down the barrel of a gun—where my life had just begun—”
The rest of the lyrics are forgotten. A thing of the past as you reach the end of your rhymes and metaphors. There was no need to memorize them for a song, knowing you could never express how you feel so intimately with others—such as fans. A beat passes, the members stunned into silence before bursting into a round of applause for you.
“Wow. Still the same amazing lyricist as before—”
“Is it okay if I step out for a second?”
The lights in the restrooms are no better than the ones on set—in actuality, they made you feel worse as you leaned your back into the cool wall between the mirror and the hand dryer. You took in slow deep breaths, closing your eyes as you tried to talk yourself down from spiraling any further.
“Hey.” Mark’s voice startled you, causing a shiver to run through your whole body before you settled back into a comfortable position. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you—I could go back, if you’d like.” You grab at the hand closest to you, pulling at Mark’s wrist so he’s just mere centimeters away from you. “Johnny said he could exclude that whole part of the video if you’d like. He also wanted me to tell you not to feel too guilty. We could refilm whenever you felt better.” Mark reciprocates your hold on him, grabbing your waist his his free hand and rubbing small circles into it.
He pulls you into a hug, done with pushing his feelings down when all he’s wanted to do all day was be next to you. To trace the wrinkles in your palm under the table to soothe you and help you through the recording. He’s never felt more at home than he does in your arms as you wrap them around his hips, settling in to his warmth and letting your body relax into his. It was as if you molded perfectly together—like puzzle pieces.
“I’m so tired, Mark. I don’t know how much longer I can go on feeling like this. I don’t even know what this is—I’m perfectly fine. Physically I’m healthy, nothing went wrong I just feel like shit. How do I stop feeling like I don’t deserve to be here?” Without warning you feel yourself shaking, shedding angry tears into Mark’s shoulder as he held you, hands running up and down your back.
“I’m sorry baby. I wish I could tell you how to get through it faster but everyone heals differently. I wish I could just snap my fingers and get rid of all the sadness you have experienced. You know, if only the world functioned like that.” Sensing your quietness he stops joking around—pulling your head up with both of his large hands. He is forcing you to face him. Your red eyes swollen as he looks down at you with parted pink lips. “You did so great in there, (Y/n). You tried your hardest to be present with us regardless of what you’ve had to fight in your own mind.”
You can’t help but start crying again—scared to let go of Mark as if he would disappear from right in front you of. Not that it matters—he would have never done that you.
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