⭐️ With the debut of Taskmaster AU this year, I decided to recreate some of the tasks with the gang here ⭐️
Barnaby: Deliver the pizza to [the Taskmaster’s assistant] (5 points)
Tonks: Make this doctor look like a fool (5 points)
Rowan: Spell your fanciest word in your favourite colour (5 points)
Jae: Fill the glass with orange juice (5 points)
Freyja: Deliver 26 roses to [the Taskmaster assistant]’s vase (1 point)
No but how funny would it be for them to try and do this stuff without magic/magical abilities? And why shouldn’t the magical community have TV and all?
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I just... love the way Jae Yi's arc is set in parallel with Dong Sik but manifested in such a different way I can't get over her I can't get over them
Both she and Dong Sik lost someone dear to them and that event changed their life forever, but while Dong Sik's loss drove him away from his hometown, Jae Yi ties herself to the butcher shop instead. She tends to it like a temple! Both her safe haven and the stone around her ankle! Her mother's living monument and cemetery! The shop is both symbolic of the Manyang gang's companionship and her own loneliness! And when they all left she's by herself hugging her mother's missing poster... She wants to keep it EXACTLY the way her mother left it, so that when (not if, when!) her mother returns she'd give the shop back to her as if that action alone can undo all the years of trauma and pain and suffering that she's endured.... While Dong Sik slowly grabs his hammer and destroys all the houses he's come to own for the slim chance of finding his sister among the rubble.
And when Jae Yi finally got so sick of sitting and waiting in the butcher shop, she said she "want[ed] to get hurt" and that she has to do things herself... And all that in parallel of how Dong Sik had to beat himself to the ground all those years and her action was both her determination to help him and a lash out at her own helplessness, and that hit me so hard.
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“is there someone else?” // WHEEZE I DIDN'T SEE THIS MEME BUT I LOVE JEALOUS ROCHE, so.
Jae-hyo had thought that he and Roche had an understanding- That they were free to see whomever they pleased so long as they kept clean and safe.
It's a question he's heard a hundred- a thousand times- before.
"You're my one and only-"
"It can't be anyone but you-"
"I want you all to myself-"
Yoon only had one master and he was dead, yet the enormity of his presence continued to haunt his steps, overshadowed his own silhouette and smothered him with it's oppressive inky embrace. The way he dressed, smelled, spoke- They would always be something that Jae would find himself magnetically attracted to as a moth drawn to an open flame, letting himself be burned to ash for a mere second of warmth given.
This hound is loyal, but he's proven himself greedy. Men are so typical, always wanting to maintain an illusion of control even as the master grips his lead and chain, keeps him heeled and offers him food with his own open palm. A snarling maw lunges for the offered treat, fangs sinking into flesh. Even if it's an accident, there is no innocence- His own nature betrays his training.
So Jae lets his features soften, eyes a little wider and open to eliminate the sharp scrutiny and mask his disdain, his utter disgust at the idea of anyone else owning him.
He cups Roche's face in the gentleness of his hands, draws him in for a slow, deep kiss- Toying with the longer strands of hair falling over his own chest and shoulders. Dexterous fingers play with the facial hair decorating his partner's chin, playful and relaxed.
"How could I need anyone else but you?" he says with perfected, practised ease, the lie almost becomes an earnest truth with enough repeated use. His hand minutely pauses as it slides down the length of the SOLDIER's throat, anticipating the perfect moment to dig in and grip, break the cartilage and collapse the trachea-
But he does none of those things, instead placing his palm over the thrumming beat of the other man's heart.
He hasn't been assigned to dispose of this target yet, so he would entertain his pleas and vying for attention until the time came.
It was the very least of kindnesses he could offer a man marked for death.
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Descending down so far
Fall farther 'til there's nothing left
I'm left here in the dark
The dark
I dance to forget
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A combination of getting Dance to Forget by TryHardNinja in my head, coming across @skeletoninthemelonland's design for Ballora here, and watching Markiplier play through Sister Location for the first time has led me to draw a character I most definitely did not expect for my first FNAF art post.
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