i draw

"The nicest thing about the rain is that it always stops. Eventually." - Eeyore

[exiled-13]

[bfwooin]

never gonna find nobody better all my life.

➪ in which the sabbath crew can't seem to move on from you after your break up.

➪ includes : wooin, joker, hyuk, vinny. breakup, yearning, ghosting (wooin's part bc he deserves it), possessive hyuk, might be ooc oops

➪ a/n : hallo guys. day 1 of trying to revive the windbreaker fandom. thank u for reading 🫪

[samuraioftheopera]

r. o. d.

"Why does the female lead in every damn romance want her independent money when the super rich CEO with a thousand penthouses and a yacht is literally offering to buy her a small continent right there?"

Hyuk makes a non comittal noise.

"Honestly if someone came offering to pay off my rent for the next five years, you're not going to see me saying no." The romance book is chucked across the table in a fit of frustration. It kind of sucks anyway; there are way too many descriptions on how long and shiny and beautiful her long blonde locks are. "Especially if that someone's fine sh -"

"Sounds like you just want a sugar daddy."

Hyuk should stop toying with his lip like that. It's so unhygienic. Never touch his fingers, no matter how much his fingers want to touch and poke and prod at you. No matter how cute he looks.

"Um, duh. In this economy? Absolutely."

"What if he was really old and crusty, with really bad breath?"

"You mean like you?"

His fingers stop tugging at his lips to make room for the pout to form. "I do brush my teeth."

"Not thoroughly, it seems." Lie. It doesn't smell bad. Just weirdly... Like bananas. Lots of them. Sometimes energy drinks from a familiar convenience store, sometimes like the chapstick he stole and won't give back. More often than not it's bananas (banana-tosis?).

"Why are you reading that anyway?"

"I don't know. My friend made me. Probably thinks it's funny - or maybe she actually likes the book. I can't really tell."

"So you don't like it?" Hyuk paused for a moment to take a sip of his drink noisily. "What would you do if you someone did offer to pay off your rent for five years though? Hypothetically, if that someone was someone you found attractive."

"Uh... Not sure. Let me think."

"Feet pics?"

"Why is that the first thing you guess?" Hyuk is a weird guy. "No - I mean, if they paid enough? Everyone has their price and all that. I'd probably give them a date, though five years of rent seems a little extreme for just one date."

"One year of rent."

"Then I'd toss in some PDA as well. Maybe a cheek kiss."

"You sound like a discord kitten."

"Yes, obviously, Hyuk, that's why you don't seem me actually doing this out on the street, do you?"

The way he slurps up the last of his drink is so annoyingly loud. It's like he's trying to vacuum up the straw and the cup and the probably everyone in the vicinity.

He has to stop talking with a straw in his mouth as well. "So if I offered to pay a year's worth of rent, you'd go out with me?"

"Yeah, sure, I guess. Why?"

Hyuk is getting up to leave. He doesn't bother with a reply until he's nearly out the door. "Because I already bought the arcade tokens but I wasn't really sure if you'd say yes. Now I know for sure."

"Arcade tokens - What?!"

"See you tomorrow at five."

"HYUK!"

Damn him. Going along with his plans only encourages him to carry on doing these kinds of things in the future! He's certainly not above planning something worse than an arcade hangout - (no, it's a date, it's a date) - if he thinks he could get away with it.

But the hours spent at the arcade are surprisingly good times hidden underneath all the usual Hyuk nonsense. Sure, the basketball ended up in some other game where it definitely didn't belong and sure, the air hockey puck is gone forever and sure, he probably broke that claw machine but hey! Good times. For instance he didn't try and bring bicycle tricks into it or disappear randomly. The plush he won was not even that ugly.

It's named Banana Breath by the way. BB for short. Yeah, long story.

The sky is pretty dark when the arcade tokens are finished and overly expensive milkshakes have been bought at the shop next door. Hyuk makes an attempt to hold hands like normal people before he decides he would rather drape himself like a koala and make everybody stare.

"Did you have fun?"

"Can't believe I'm going to say it but yeah." BB nearly gets a milkshake stain from Hyuk. BB has to be rescued at once, despite his protests.

"By the way my rent is due next Monday."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Because... You said you'd pay one year of rent if I went on a date with you?"

"Yeah. I didn't say this year. I said a year. When I become a millionaire CEO I will do that."

"YOU -"

"But you had fun. That's the main point."

everybody say aye if you want to know how the arcade date went down exactly.

[dzvelinaskebiyars]

Yeah, you can start over, you can run free (Hey)

You can find other fish in the sea (Hey)

You can pretend it's meant to be (Hey)

But you can't stay away from me

obsessed with yandere hyuk bruh

[exiled-13]

He's so fine omg

[exiled-13]

[bogwaterparasite]

Hummingbird crew Military service/Bootcamp Headcanons!!

Idea by owenknight. I honestly love this since I met so many people at my camp they acted like some of these characters which is fucking hilarious. Btw I'm doing this based on the USA military, not the Korean one. I fear I would do the research for how the Korean military works but that would take me way too long to do it accurately

Dom

He got scouted by every branch except the Airforce and Space Force. He ended up going for the Marines, a decision he would regret later on.

He cried when they shaved his head

His time at bootcamp was ROUGH. Unlike the others that knew what they were getting themselves into, he had no idea that he had chosen one of the strictest branches. He constantly gets smoked due to speaking, moving, and just outright breathing the wrong way. He managed to finesse himself a "double rations" badge and is constantly getting into fights because of others trying to take it away.

He couldn't handle not being able to call or communicate with anyone for the entire 4 months. He felt depressed due to the isolation, but he sure made some good friends while training.

Overall he ended up being a good cadet. Once he gets the hang of it he makes it a point to work more than anyone else. Although he can't make it up to the ranks as a Platoon sergeant or leader, he is likely to be one of their strongest soldiers.

MOS: Infantry

I believe he would choose active duty rather than reserve, would probably get discharged due to injury. His loyalty is insane,

He's the type to brag about the lobster and ice cream they give them as their meal without knowing that it's because he's getting deployed for war.

His favorite flavored crayon is purple.

Vinny

Personality and Physically wise I believe he would join the Marines, however Vinny would be one of those people that join out of need rather than want. Ultimately he goes for the Army, similar training, higher pay and rewards.

Similarly to Dom, he had a hard time during training. His Platoon mates had him ought to be weak, making fun of him for his unnatural eye and colored hair. Although he could maintain contact with his mother, he often got his calls and phone time cut short due to his bad behavior.

He hated having his hair shaved, however he didn't really do much against it–he did in fact mind them trying to dye his hair black. In the beginning weeks he was constantly getting into code reds, getting smoked and talked to all the time, it wasn't until they lowered his pay that he decided to get his act together, not engaging in the fights with others and focusing on his own training

MOS: Field artillery technician

Vinny doesn't like commanding people, but since his main motive is money he definitely stays in active duty. Due to his strength and strong demeanor, he is able to climb the ranks rather quickly, being able to retire and find another job aligning with his field.

Jay Jo

Jay likely wouldn't join the military, but if he did he would join simply for the benefits of education. Regarding what branch? He would be in the National Guard. Considering how smart he is many would often opt for the airforce, but I just don't feel as if that suits him. He focuses on his academics for his mother, not because it's something he outright enjoys–so I highly doubt he'd want to take the easy route.

For him, all the changes in appearance didn't really matter. Everyone is bald so he didn't stand out, even with his glasses there were other guys with worse prescriptions than him.

Jay's time at camp wasn't exceptional–he neither liked it or disliked it. Jay is one of those cadets that keep to themselves, saving his energies and doing the minimum until the situation calls for more. He isn't exceptional, but he is good.

Unlike the others he wouldn't go into active, just staying in reserve (2 weekends a month) and using the benefits for his college.

MOS: Counterintelligence technician

Overall he's fine as a military man, it's not his desired career path but it does its job at helping him with his actual goals

Minu

Minu would join the military in order to get away from his problems, to get away from the burden of his father's company and reliance on his family's money. Personally I feel as if he would join the Airforce, he works hard but he doesn't want to dedicate his life to this, he just wants to be able to get a headstart which in turn makes him look for the newer branches.

Minu was one of the better cadets in his Platoon, he made it a point to put himself out there and make good connections with his mates and Sergeant's alike. He's likely to climb to a Platoon leader or sergeant himself, although I believe the Platoon leader role fits him better.

He shaved his own head before going to bootcamp, trying to save himself the pain of having someone else do it for him. His leave was delayed so he walked around bald for a good week before he actually left.

ASFC: Warfighter communications operations officer

Overall, minu would start off in the reserve, but I feel like at some point in time he would opt to switch to active or try out another branch. Out of all of the crew he seems the most likely to succeed in this path, and he seems like the type of person that would enjoy it.

He basks in the chair force jokes, after all he probably is making a lot more than they are

June

Out of all of the hummingbird crew, June is the most likely to join the military just because he wants to. He has no need to, he is smart and can easily get into college–hed probably does it for the benefits and the sense of community it brings for people.

Much like jay, he joins the national guard. It pushes him physically while still enhancing his intelligence. He's used to structure so he doesn't really have a hard time acclimating to bootcamp. Much like the others, shaving his head was definitely a turn off, but what can you do about it.

June is also one of the better cadets, he makes it a point to not get in trouble, make connections with those around him and just enjoy the overall experience despite the downsides of it. He got smoked from time to time for trying to diffuse a situation, but he received no real repercussions for it.

MOS: Technical Engineering Specialist

Ultimately I think the military wouldn't be his only career. He'd go into reserve and serve his 8 years while studying and getting another job. He enjoyed it, talks highly about it and will bring it up as an option for those who consider it.

Shelly

If we are being SOOO fr, she would never join the military for any reason ever.. but for the sake of this drabble she will. Shelly will likely join the National guard as well, simply because that's the standard for those that don't wanna dedicate their life to battling for the government.

Thankfully the women don't have to cut their hair, although she will complain about having to wear it up. Personally she seems like a sock bun sort of girl, trying to keep it small, but oftentimes resorting to making it big in order to use it as a pillow during free time naps.

Shelly was a regular cadet, she got into a few code reds for talking bad or speaking out against girls in her Platoon. Maybe a few infractions for insubordination or fraternizing, but she's not a bad cadet. She has good stamina and is a fast learner, so she will definitely be able to climb the ranks easily.

MOS: Infantry

Shelly would serve her 8 years and never talk about it again. Ask her if you should join and she will say no, talk atrocities about it as if it was hell on earth.

This is it for right now!! I might make some for the other crews if you guys want me to. Thanks for reading :)

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I miss hyeok, I miss shelly, I miss WB sm

[wthphe1n]

“Tangled Threads, Untouched Wings”

Pairing: Kwon Hyuk × Fem!Reader

Genre: Soft-dark romance, slice of life, subtle obsession, quiet fluff, character-driven, intimacy through small actions

Rating: teen (non-explicit, emotionally intimate)

TW: Obsessive tendencies, emotional dependency undertones, Hyuk’s distorted mindset (lightly present), contrast behavior (soft vs. ruthless)

A/N: haven’t written Hyuk in sooo long🥹 feel like im kinda out of ideas but i still really wanna write if anyone’s got ideas pls drop them for me

(@dzvelinaskebiyars @shintaru @i-nssomniia @zyart-jpg @sylith)

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Most people only get to know Kwon Hyuk through the jagged shards he leaves behind.

They know him through the chilling rumors whispered in the dark. Through the catastrophic accidents no one dares to look at twice. Or through the high-pitched screech of metal grinding against asphalt until sparks fly.

But you? You know him in the silence—with a hair tie clenched between your teeth.

"Stay still."

"...I am staying still."

"No, you aren't. You keep tilting your head back and forth."

"I haven't moved once."

"There—you just did it again."

Silence fell over the room for a heartbeat.

"...Oh."

You let out a small, sharp huff of frustration—that specific kind of annoyed-but-smitten sigh. Your fingers threaded through his surprisingly soft black hair, tugging just enough to pull him back into the exact angle you wanted.

"See? Moved again."

"...Sorry."

The apology was so faint it was practically a ghost of a sound. It was flat. Emotionless. Yet, it sounded like an automatic reflex he saved exclusively for you.

You went quiet for a second. Because every time you were with this man, the atmosphere felt like it had been flash-frozen.

Kwon Hyuk—

The man they call the 'Grim Reaper.' The monster people instinctively back away from.

He was sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of you, bowing his head just enough for you to mess with his hair, acting like this was the most mundane thing in the entire world.

No mask to shield his gaze.

No bucket hat to hide his identity.

Just the real him—a version of the Reaper the world is never allowed to see.

And that’s exactly what the rest of the world will never fucking understand.

To everyone else—Hyuk is a jagged blade, sharpened and ready to draw blood.

He has hands as cold as a corpse and a mind even colder than death itself. He’s the racer who never hesitates to ram an opponent off the track just to seize a victory.

This is the same man who once said, in a voice devoid of emotion yet dripping with perversion—“I really want to hear the sound of your wings when they finally snap.”

And the look in his eyes back then? It wasn't just a threat. It was a "desire"—a dark urge to actually follow through.

But for you?

“...Doesn’t this feel weird?” he muttered, his voice low and raspy.

You blinked. “...What’s weird?”

“Having someone mess with my hair like this.”

You didn't answer right away. You just hummed a soft tune, your fingertips threading through his jet-black strands, sectioning his hair with meticulous care as if working on a masterpiece.

“...Well, you’re the one sitting here letting me do it. I just figured you liked it.”

A heavy, weighted silence hung in the air for a long moment... before the confession finally slipped out. “...I wouldn't let anyone else touch me.”

You let out a small smirk at the accidental honesty. “Yeah, yeah. I know.”

He didn't pull away. His body, usually as tense as a drawn bow, relaxed in a way that defied logic. The eyes that usually scanned the world with lethal suspicion and bloodlust went completely blank...

Instead—

He just sat there. Still as a stone. Silent as a ghost. Letting you touch his "vitals" however you pleased.

Like a feral wolf surrendering its predatory instincts, simply because it recognized the 'scent' and 'touch' of the only pair of hands it ever trusted... the only hands he’d allow to pet his head without ever thinking of biting back.

It started without a damn rhythm or reason. Just like everything else between them.

You had complained to him once, purely out of annoyance. "Your hair is a disaster, Hyuk. Always."

"...It’s normal."

"It’s not. You look like you fought a hurricane and got your ass handed to you."

A pause. "...I usually win against hurricanes."

You shook with suppressed laughter. "Not today. Sit down."

And against all logic—he actually dropped to the floor in front of you.

From that day on, it became a routine that seeped into his marrow. No schedule. No written contract.

Just a silent, mutual hunger communicated through the stillness. Some days, you’d find him already waiting. His bucket hat tossed aside. His dark hair slightly damp—like he’d showered specifically for this ritual.

He was waiting for your touch.

"You're here," you noted.

"...You told me to come."

"That was an order from yesterday, Hyuk."

"...It’s still in effect today."

You stared at his broad back, let out a long sigh, and dropped down behind him as usual.

"God, you are so weird."

"...And yet, you’re still doing it."

"Yeah, well, if I didn't, you’d look so hideous even a stray dog wouldn't look at you."

A moment of silence... "...Liar."

The Evolution of the Reaper

He learned faster than you ever anticipated. Then again... he is Hyuk.

At first, he just sat there like a statue, letting your fingertips work their magic. But then—

"...Teach me."

You blinked in confusion. "Teach you what?"

"How to make a braid like that."

You hesitated, suspicious. "...Why do you want to learn?"

"I want to try it."

"...On who?"

A pause. "...On you."

And that was how the roles flipped. You were the one sitting in front of him now. The sensation was jarringly different. His fingertips were rougher, calloused from the track and the tools, but they were unexpectedly burning hot.

He wasn't clumsy—he just... didn't know how to be gentle with something so fragile.

"...Hyuk, you’re pulling too hard. It hurts."

"...It does?"

"Yes."

A split second of silence. "...Sorry."

He adjusted his grip instantly. This time, he was more careful, handling your hair as if he were touching the most brittle glass in existence.

"...Like this?" he asked softly, unsure.

You went quiet for a moment. He was actually trying for you.

"...Yeah," you murmured. "That’s better."

Hyuk was an unnervingly fast learner. Not because he was born for it, but because he mastered it in the blink of an eye. Too fast. It was almost haunting.

"How do you remember the pattern so quickly?"

"I’m just good at patterns."

"Sure, Mr. Genius Racer."

"...Don't you remember them?"

"I go by the vibe, Hyuk."

"...That sounds incredibly inefficient."

You burst out laughing. "Whatever! Mine still looks better than yours."

"...Only for now."

Within a single week, he wasn't joking. The braid he made for you was neat. Tight. Precise at every angle. It was... perfect. A piece of art that looked almost lifeless in its sheer flawlessness.

"You made it too tight. It’s pulling on my scalp."

"...No, it isn't."

"It's too tight! It hurts!"

Silence. Then, his fingertips softened, gently loosening the tension. "...Better?"

"...Yeah. Much better."

To the rest of the world—Hyuk is an unreachable void.

He is cold. Distant. Beyond the grasp of anyone.

Even Wooin couldn't help but let out a low, mocking chuckle while watching from a distance.

"The world’s gone mad," Wooin muttered.

"What are you talking about, Wooin?"

"I've never seen Hyuk sit still like a goddamn doll for anyone this long. It's unnatural."

You glanced at Hyuk. He didn't even spare a look toward his friend. He didn't care who was watching.

"...Maybe he's just too lazy to get up," you offered.

Wooin snorted, a sharp, disbelieving sound. "Yeah, right. Hyuk? Letting a girl play with his hair? This is the guy who finishes a race and doesn't even stick around for the trophy or the praise. He disappears before the engine even cools."

But with you? He was lingering. Blatantly. Pathetically.

"Are you leaving?" you asked when you saw him shift.

A beat of silence. "...Not yet."

You blinked. "...Oh."

This was the new reality you had to get used to. He was developing a... "Silent Craving."

He didn't demand your attention loudly. He didn't throw a fit. It was just—Presence.

He chose to orbit you. He walked beside you instead of vanishing into the crowd. He stood closer than necessary... until your shoulders were practically fused together.

And sometimes— "...Don't go that way."

You frowned, confused. "Why not?"

"...It’s too dark."

You gave him a teasing, provocative smile. "You know I like the dark, Hyuk."

A heavy, weighted silence followed. "...But I don't like it. (Because you won't be able to see me)."

You stared deep into his eyes. You looked past the stillness, hunting for the truth buried under that frozen exterior.

"...Are you worried about me?"

The silence swallowed the room... before a single, blunt syllable escaped his lips. "...Yeah."

That’s Hyuk.

He doesn't hide anything from you. When it comes to his feelings for you... he’s practically standing naked.

To the outside world—he is the Reaper, the herald of death.

But to you? He is something far more complex. It’s not that he’s become weak. It’s not that he’s lost his sting. It’s "Restrained Power." Like a bloodthirsty wolf choosing to sheath its claws simply because he doesn’t want to catch you in the crossfire of his own darkness.

You saw that side of him clearly one night.

A drunkard stumbled out of the shadows, slamming into you so hard you nearly lost your footing.

"Hey! Watch where you're going!" you snapped instantly. "You're the one drifting into me!"

The man spat a curse, his ego bruised. He stepped into your personal space, looming over you with a jagged, threatening edge.

"You got a problem, brat? You looking to get hurt?"

You didn't back down. You gave him a defiant, razor-sharp grin.

"Yeah, I do! Come on then, try it!"

You didn't even see Hyuk move.

One heartbeat—he was standing bored behind you.

The next—his massive, obsidian shadow had completely swallowed you whole, blocking the drunkard's view of you entirely.

He didn't scream. He didn't lunged.

He just stood there. The sheer atmospheric pressure of his killing intent turned the air so heavy it was impossible to breathe.

"…Back off, man," the drunkard stammered, his voice suddenly trembling. Hyuk tilted his head just a fraction. The gaze that usually looked at you with a trace of softness was gone. In its place was a hollow, soul-chilling void.

"...No."

One word. That was it.

And believe it or not—that was enough to make the entire world stop spinning.

The man turned sober in an instant. He didn't just walk away; he scrambled, bolting into the night without a single backward glance.

Hyuk didn't chase him. He didn't finish the job.

He just stood there like a monolith in front of you. Stiff. Lethal. Frozen.

Until you reached out and gave his arm a tiny, playful poke.

"…Hey, Hyuk."

A beat of silence. "...What?"

"You're doing that face again."

"...What face?"

"The one where you look like you're about to systematically erase someone's entire bloodline."

A pause. A heavy breath escaped him. "...Sorry."

And with just that one apology—the bloodthirsty wolf was back, crouching quietly at your side as if the monster from a moment ago had never existed.

Hyuk never learned how to give a normal compliment.

"You’re good at this," he muttered.

You looked at him, confused. "...At doing hair?"

"Yeah."

"Is that... a compliment, Hyuk?"

A beat of silence. "...It’s a fact."

You let out a dry laugh. "Wow. Fucking romantic, Mr. Grim Reaper."

"...I wasn't trying to make it sweet."

But sometimes—the feelings leaked out anyway.

"...It looks good on you."

You blinked. "...What looks good?"

"That braid."

You reached up, lightly touching the pattern he had woven into your hair. "...Oh. Thanks."

He looked away instantly. The tips of his ears turned a faint, dusty red. Just a fraction. Just enough for you to see the crack in the ice.

You had heard the stories from the others. The whispers in the pit. "Hyuk is a fucking psycho," they’d say.

"Why?"

"Do you know what he did to that dragonfly he liked?"

You had frowned, curiosity piqued. "What did he do?"

They told you about a dragonfly tied to a thread. About wings stripped of their freedom. About a fixation so suffocating it was morbid.

You didn't show fear then. But later, when it was just the two of you in the heavy silence...

"...Did you really do that? To the dragonfly?"

You were sitting beside him. No touching. No braiding. Just a raw question flung into the void. The silence lasted an eternity.

"...Yeah."

No denial. No excuses. Nothing but the naked, ugly truth.

"Why?"

The air grew heavy. "...Because it was interesting."

You swallowed hard, your throat feeling like sandpaper.

"...You really are a psycho, Hyuk."

"...I know."

You looked into his bottomless eyes, searching for the subtext, for the monster hiding in the dark.

"...And would you do that to a 'person' you liked?"

A pause. "...Only if they let me."

Your heart skipped a beat, a sharp physical pang in your chest.

"...And what about me?"

The silence this time was heavier, longer, more suffocating than ever before. When he finally spoke, his voice carried a jagged, microscopic tremor.

"...No."

You frowned. "Why not?"

He turned to face you fully. No mask. No bucket hat. Just the Reaper, exposed.

"...Because I don't want to see you break in my hands."

He went still, his gaze locking onto yours with a terrifying intensity.

"...I just want to see how far your wings can carry you. I’ll be right here, watching from below. That's enough."

And somehow—that "kind" answer felt a thousand times more chilling than the story of the dragonfly.

In the end, it became a golden shackle that bound them together.

You did his hair. He did yours.

The long stretches of silence. The touch of fingertips so tender it was almost agonizing. A thousand unspoken emotions hanging in the air like heavy, unrefined silk.

"You missed a strand right here," you whispered.

"...Where?"

"Here. Right here."

You leaned in close—so close you could catch the faint, masculine scent of his skin, a mix of cold wind and something distinctly him. You reached out to tuck the stray lock of hair back into place.

Hyuk didn't move a single centimeter. He didn't even seem to be breathing. It was as if he were terrified that if he inhaled too deeply, the dream would shatter, and you would dissolve into the air.

One evening, the ritual reached its peak.

You finished braiding his hair, the neat patterns a stark contrast to his lethal aura. You gave his head a playful, affectionate pat—the kind you'd give a massive, dangerous hound.

"Done. You can go now."

But he didn't move. He sat there, anchored to the floor.

"...Hyuk?"

"...Wait."

You blinked, confused. "Wait for what?"

The silence stretched, thick and pulsating with a tension that felt like it could snap.

"...Stay like this. Just a little longer."

You hesitated. "Why?"

His voice was a ghost of itself—thin, fragile, and more vulnerable than you had ever heard it.

"...It’s... quiet. I’ve never felt this kind of peace before."

A small, complicated smile tugged at your lips.

"God, you really are a freak, aren't you?"

But even as you said it, you didn't leave. You didn't pull away.

And Hyuk—

Kwon Hyuk—

The Reaper who lives to crush the most beautiful things until they're dust in his palms—

He chose to be a statue.

He leaned his head toward you, inch by agonizing inch, until he could feel the radiating warmth of your skin.

He chose not to destroy.

He chose not to steal your freedom.

He chose to "preserve" this tenderness—hoarding it for himself, a secret sanctuary he will guard for eternity.

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Shelly but realistic (?)

Experimenting with new style do let me know what you think ( ´∀｀ )b

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Happy Chinese New Year! May whoever reads this have a prosperous, joyful year and be blessed with little worries and lots of money :)

[dzvelinaskebiyars]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐖𝐁 𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐒

Draw your favorite WB character as a child

Draw your favorite character with sanrio plushies

Draw your favorite character with your problems

Draw them as mythical creature

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You are not forced to take a part in this challenge! You can ignore it if you want to! @zyart-jpg @tsukihhhhima @exiled-13 @wh0ish4jun @owenight I legit forgot if there were more

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Aight bet

[dzvelinaskebiyars]

You just don't know it yet but you love me and I love you the same

One day we'll have a pretty wedding and I'll be your everything

We'll be together, yes forever, we will never ever part

Oh you don't know it yet but baby I've already got your heart

[dzvelinaskebiyars]

Wind Breaker tag game:

Your favorite character(s):

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Your favorite arc:

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Your favorite underrated character:

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Your favorite character(s): Hyeok, Shelly

Character you absolutely hate: That dude from Punk Prince (slimy and creepy as hell man), Keounho (or whatever his name is)

Your favourite arc: Ghost crew vs Sabbath, Monster vs Owen

Your least favorite arc: All were good but I felt the USA arc was rushed

Your favourite underrated character: The Yoon siblings, ( + maybe Dong-gu, I gotta respect how he stayed with Hwangyeon even at his lowest and maybe TJ idk- he's got guts)

Character you relate to: June Lee

Character you think is overrated: Jay Jo- I know he's the MC but he just feels unexciting and yes, he's a great cyclist and whatnot but from what I remember, I barely see him training. Even I see more panels of June and Shelly training compared to Jay. Yes, he has that one-inch drift going, he's a prodigy but just... I can't wrap my head around it- I still think Vinny deserved to win the final race (here we go) and Sangho Choi should have won too (imo)

Character whose backstory you desperately want to know: Hyeok (I miss him sm), Heri's and Mahon's friendship (how old is she anyways and how did she get together with June?)

Thank you for tagging me! :)

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If ykyk (I couldn't resist, I hope this doesn't offend anyone)

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY HYUKKKKK

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"𝐉𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝"

— "Korea's cycling prodigy: Wooin Yoo!' Everyone used to call me that when I was young. So I also thought that I was someone special...Like an idiot. I think my dad was actually a bit proud of me back then and maybe because I wanted to live up to his expectations, I started training harder at cycling. From childhood through middle and high school, I lived as 'promising athlete'. But one crash changed everything and I ended up needing leg surgery. After the accident, my body already knew--i'd never be able to ride like I used to."

"𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐮𝐧'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭"

— "Mahon, the truth is...chasing someone in their shadow is painful. I didn't realize it until now. I was jealous of you. I hated you. You suddenly jumped to S-rank to race me in the grand prix and that scared me. You have raw talent. I didn't want to admit it...But you are natural. A genius. You have no idea. But the more you shine, more I'm shrouded in shadow."

"𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐮𝐬, 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠"

— "it's my fault...If only—if only I hadn't said that to him...it was me. I did it. I killed him...I knew he would never do something like that but I got caught up in everything people have been saying. I pushed uncle Mahon away because I was afraid of what others would say about me. My words hurt someone that was important to me. If only I'd kept my mouth shut...If only I apologized...If only I'd stayed by his side until the end...I could have prevented his death. It's all because of what I said."

"𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐲—𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐭"

— "they're completely different from how average I am. It's always been like that for as long as I can remember. I was never good at particularly anything. There was nothing I really wanted to do and my days went by without anything special happening. Maybe unlike you guys, I've never really wanted something so desperately and I have never been that passionate about anything either. I wasn't born with any particular talent and I have never been popular. Everything about me...has been mediocre. My last race with these guys. My last chance to give it all. So what if I'm not the star? So what if people don't notice me? I'll just keep doing what I have always done. I'll play my part so rest of the Hummingbird can shine! I'll keep being the Wind Breaker!"

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