Totally yoinking this from @cherry-blossom-qf and @otterronpas
I've been immensely inactive on the original content department, so forth I bring you a fun comeback (shoutout to Cherry for starting this!!):
AU MAGOLOR Q&A EVENT!
⚙️: Magolor "Iro" Irioma [DotS - Original AU]
🪽: Magoloria "Skye" [Skyswap AU]
🗝️: KH Magolor [NEW! Kingdom Hearts AU]
Ask them anything and everything about themselves, their respective AUs, and even the most absurd things. They can take it!
Iro is my main Magolor and a star in my comic; that being said, you can ask potentially spoiler-related questions! Don't be afraid to ask about possible future events in the comic. How it's answered is up to me! I/ Iro will answer all questions that may pertain to spoilers.
Ask Iro about his story, and you will be rewarded with hints, foreshadows, and juicy lore.
I additionally have loads of other characters (OCs & Officials) open for asks under the cut!
You can also ask the DotS crew things pertaining to this event, and outside of it of course— my OCs and officials are always open for questions! They'll be more than happy to fill you in or hint towards new changes in my AU comic C:
DotS Cast:
💜: Twyla Zeidric
⚔️: Orpheus Nightfall
👑: King Arthur Nightfall
🔵: Sir Meta Knight
⭐️: Kirby
KH Magolor doesn't have a fleshed out cast yet, but Skye's does! You're welcome to ask her friends, family, and fiancé anything about her too! Ask 'em things in general outside this event, please, I've been cookin' with this AU behind the scenes
Age 14, Birthdate Unknown, Celebrated June 8th, Gemini
Unlabeled
Autistic & ADHD
Character Tag: DOTS June McDuck
How is someone supposed to react when they're suddenly thrown into a family they've only ever been taught to despise?
Well, if they're anything like June, the answer is simple- Rage.
Ever since moving into the mansion, June has been dubbed the 'mean girl' of the group. That's not to say the others don't include her, but anyone can tell the difference between how they treat her compared to May.
Deciding to embrace the role that's been given to her, June is first to volunteer when the group needs someone on the front lines. Despite her being on equal footing with Dewey when it comes to fighting, June has used her anger to get where she wants to be socially.
She shows particular anger towards her 'new parents', especially Daisy. No one is sure why, but I'm sure there's a certain someone who might be able to help.
Descendants of the Sun-like AU with special agent!female reader and doctor!jungkook
Song Y/N worked as a special agent for the Korean government, much like a Kingsman or James Bond film. To the outside world, she worked part-time at a dog cafe, but when her skills are needed, she lives a double life stopping notorious murderers, infamous gangs, illegal drug dealers and arms traders.
Jeon Jungkook worked at Haesung Hospital as a member of BTS - the VVIP medical team. He is the youngest surgeon, but one of the most skilled doctors in the hospital.
What starts off as a simple stitch, turns into a love story as memorable as Romeo and Juliet. Fate has a cruel plan for Y/N and Jungkook which marks similarly to her military soldier brother and his doctor wife: full of laughs, tears, love, and blood.
A/N I have never written a fic on tumblr so this will be a first for me rip. I just rewatched DOTS so I figured why not? Hopefully you guys will give me lots of love :) All rights go to the directors and producers and actual real life people being mentioned in this fic, it will be similar but also not really to the drama, I am not stealing plot, not to worry :)
Song Y/N
Jeon Jungkook
BTS - VVIP Medical Team
NCT - Special Agents
ch. 2
ch. 1 - Your POV
It happened to your brother and now it’s happening to you. Rarely do you ever speak with your older brother, solely due to the nature of both of your jobs, but after attending his wedding with your now-sister-in-law, you and him bonded over his love story. Being on break, encountering a gang of hoodlums, and meeting the doctor that eventually became the love of his life. They broke up and after 8 months were reunited by fate in a third world country far away from home for volunteer work.
You, too, were on break after half a year of harsh winter training in Siberia. Seeing that your brother was spending time with his family, and not deployed somewhere for the military, you spent some time catching up with him. There were differences between both of your jobs, but essentially were more than likely the same. He took the role of a special forces major, doing top secret work for the Korean military. You were a special agent, also doing top secret work, but for the Korean government.
“Doesn’t it worry you? leaving your family?” you asked as he rocked his son to sleep.
He gave you a smile, “Always, but I’m good at my job, and that includes-”
“Not dying” you answered, “I know that all too well, Joongki oppa.”
“your work is more dangerous than mine” Joongki answered, “I’m at least protected by the military, the government doesn’t protect you that much, y/n.”
“It’s a risk I take,” you said clinking your glasses together before taking a shot. You winced as you leaned against the couch. He noticed your discomfort and motioned for you to turn around, “Shit, did my stitches open?”
“Yeah, your back is bleeding.” He said, “let’s go to the hospital, you need professional care.”
“You’re only using this as an excuse to see Hyekyo unnie, aren’t you?” you chuckled getting up, holding your nephew as Joongki grabbed his coat. The two - technically three - of you drove to Haesung Hospital, acting careful as to not stain your brother’s car with blood. Walking inside, you let your brother deal with the receptionist, coincidentally timing your arrival so that Hyekyo was eating dinner.
“Oh? what are you doing here?” she asked, a smile automatically on her face upon the sight of her son and husband.
“y/n needs stitches,” Joongki answered, giving her a kiss on the forehead, before you handed the sleeping boy to her.
“You don’t have to do it unnie, I don’t want to take your free time giving me stitches,” you said.
She touched your arm affectionately, “I’ll make sure you’re in good hands, y/n. Is your wound from work?”
You nodded, knowing that she already knew the kind of work you did since it was similar to your brother’s. She called to her colleagues, asking if any of them were free to stitch you back up.
“I have to do my rounds, but Jungkook can do it,” Jinki answered.
“Perfect, can you take y/n to where he is?” Hyekyo asked and he nodded, “just come back here when you’re done y/n”
“We won’t be going anywhere,” Joongki agreed. You diligently followed the doctor around the hospital, stopping in an empty ER room, where he paged his co-worker.
“You need me, hyung?” a boy said walking in the room, he looked youthful enough to be around your age.
Jinki nodded, “this is Hyekyo’s sister-in-law, she needs someone to restitch her up, can you do it?”
“Of course,” he said grabbing a new pair of latex gloves from the box on the table. Jinki bid you goodbye before going to do his rounds. “Your shirt is all stained miss-?”
“y/n, Song y/n,” you answered taking off your shirt, leaving you in only a bra. The doctor coughed, unprepared for you bold action, “I don’t know your name, doctor?”
“Jeon Jungkook,” he answered kindly as you laid face down on the operating table. He blew a raspberry at the sight of your wound, a large gash painted your back diagonally, the stitches that held it together previously now stained with fresh blood. You winced at the sting of the disinfectant that he used for cleaning your back. “May I ask what happened for you to get hurt this badly?”
“I was on a run and I fell down some stairs and my back hit against a pole,” you said calmly, the lie slipping off your tongue easily. You didn’t get this gash from a run, you were on a mission trying to stop arms traders and during a face-off with them, you were pushed against the brick wall. “Is it that bad?”
“It’s not pretty” he chuckled, “I’ve seen a patient come in, once, being impaled by a tree,”
You scoffed in disbelief, “That has gotta hurt.”
The both of you engaged in simple conversation as he stitched you up, the atmosphere comfortable and easy to be in. Jungkook was a surgeon. There were 7 in his ‘skilled’ group: 4 surgeons (trauma, cardio, neuro, and ortho), a psychiatrist, an anesthesiologist, and a pediatrician. He was also, indeed, your age: 27 years old. “When are you free next?”
“Are you asking me out on a date?” You teased folding up your blood-stained shirt and wearing your sweater. You didn’t miss the blush that formed on his cheeks as he coughed and put his glove-free hands in his coat pockets, “I’m kidding, what for though?”
“To uh-to um check in your wound, make sure the stitches hold,” he said, trying to act composed, “but um I mean, if you’re free to get lunch afterwards, I would be up for that too.”
You smiled, “I’m looking forward to it, I can come next week.”
“Perfect, around noon.” He agreed and the two of you exchanged numbers. He walked you back to the cafeteria, where Joongki and Hyekyo were waiting for you, “I’ll see you next week.”
“For my appointment,” you grinned and he nodded before going back to his work. Your brother gave you a smirk, “Oh don’t start, he did my stitches.”
“That’s how our story began,” he said nudging his wife. You rolled your eyes, sitting across from them.
“He’s one of our best new doctors, Jeon Jungkook,” Hyekyo commented, “top of his class, he’s totally your style y/n.”
“Unnie, I don’t have time for a relationship” you whined.
“You say that now, but then it happens,” she said, “Look at your brother and I.”
“And now we’re married and have a son.” Joongki agreed pinching the boy’s cheek lightly. As you were about to argue against them, your phone rang.
“717, report to HQ, immediately.”
“Copy that,” you answered hanging up. You looked at your brother and sister-in-law, familiar but worried expressions on their faces. “I will see you, hopefully soon.”
“You have to come back for your appointment next week,” Joongki reminded, to which you responded with a playful punch to the shoulder. After saying goodbye, you drove your car to the government building. Passing by the regular office workers, you stood in front of the elevator and pressed the up arrow 5 times, placing your watch in front of the well-hid scanner so it would know your destination was under the basement level.
Exiting the elevator, the black and white interior of the “top secret cove” - as you like to call it - came into view. You bowed to your colleagues, walking into one of the meeting rooms.
“717, what do you know of a Lee Junmo?” your superior asked, eyes trained on the monitor framing the side wall.
You bowed your head, “Lee Junmo, head of Power Alcohol. He’s a very well-known public figure,”
“Power Alcohol is lacing some of its cheap beer products with poison, in order to target the poor and addicts,” she said looking at you, “it makes consumers sick to death unless they buy an expensive medicinal cure.”
“Ma’am, that makes no sense,” you scoffed, suddenly feeling self conscious with the alcohol you drank previously.
“From the look on your face, I’m assuming you were drinking before coming here.” She said with a chuckle, “lucky for you, the poisoned beer hasn’t sold yet, nor should it ever be placed on the markets. You need to stop its production.”
“Why, may I ask, is this happening?” You said in disbelief.
She cracked her neck, sharp eyes noticing the blood-stained shirt in your pocket, “Lee Junmo has a superiority complex and genius idea that putting poison in alcohol will help the population problem. Completely stupid. What happened to you?”
“My, um, my stitches reopened from the Chinese arms incident.” You said.
“Well certainly, you’re not doing this alcohol spree on your own. I was gonna send in 205 so he could have more time in the field, but you’ll need more experienced hands since you’re injured. Call 802 to accompany you. After that, you’re off for a month, until you fully heal.” She said dismissing you. You bowed and dialed your fellow agent’s number, informing him of your new mission.
“Crazy Alcohol guy? I’m so in.” He said nonchalantly, “I’ll meet you at HQ, y/n.”
Not even 10 minutes later did 802 show up, the two of you getting dressed and geared up for your trip, “Minhyung, you might need to be doing most of the action stuff. I can barely fight as it is,”
He nodded and went over the plan with you. Sneak in the production building, delete the files of the ingredients of the beer, and burn any current alcohol. “So basically, we’re setting the place on fire,”
“And making it seem like a fuse accident,” You answered getting the keys to the government vehicle. “As protocol goes, no more using our names from this point on, in case we get infiltrated.”
“You got it 717,” he nodded as the two of you entered the car. You connected your watches so to have each other’s gps at all times and to communicate through ear piece, not only with yourselves, but also with the government. The building was about a two hour drive from the city, in a rural area towards the southernmost tip of the country. The place was bordered by lights, a huge POWER on the front of the building.
You parked a good half a mile away from the place, “Alright 802, I’ll shut down all the cameras so you’ll be good to go. There’s an emergency side door on the west side, a complete blind spot to any cameras, you can get in through there. You have exactly 30 minutes to find the blueprint, delete it, and get back out here before I set fire to the building. We need a good distance as to not get any trace, there’s no people here for at least 10 miles of this place.”
Minhyung nodded, giving you a fist bump of good luck, “don’t tear your stitches out.”
“That’s the least of my worries, if you need help, I’ll run to you in a heartbeat,” you said, “now go, We’ll be monitoring you the whole time.”
“802 starting mission,” he said exiting the car and disappearing to the side. You followed him through the computer screen attached to the car, your heart beating in adrenaline. 802 otherwise known as Minhyung or Mark Lee was a fairly trained agent in the NCT unit. You often worked with several of their members, since most of your missions can’t be done as a solo operation, unless you’re calling for a death wish. 10 minutes gone by smoothly, Minhyung made his way in the building undetected and was now currently looking for the alcohol information.
“You have some company, to your left,” you said, “after you’re done with them, keep heading straight, there should be a heavily guarded room, I’m assuming it’s in there.”
“I see it.” he said taking down three more guards. You waited for him, bouncing your knee up and down, itching to go out and get some part of the action, “I’m on my way back, get the explosive ready.”
“802 wait! Vehicle approaching the entrance, you have to find a back exit, I’m heading south.” You said stepping on the pedal, “HQ, we need to leave as soon as 802 is back in the vehicle, send fire to my coordinates as soon as I say the word.”
“717 you better hurry,” they said from your ear-piece, “The bomb in your car is detached, the one set for your coordinate is ready.”
“Where are you? I’m out of the building!” Minhyung said
“I see you, right in front of you,” you said stopping the car in front of him. He got in quickly and you sped off, “alright fire.”
“What happened to a good distance away?” he asked catching his breath.
Your foot pressed on the pedal to go faster, heading straight with no clue how to get back to the city. Minhyung set the gps back to headquarters, getting ready to press the autopilot button as soon as the place was on fire. “Bingo, press it.”
You relaxed and leaned back in the seat, giving him a pat on the shoulder, “Piece of cake.”
“Mission complete, files and evidence destroyed, 802 and 717 are heading back to HQ.” You said.
Minhyung cracked his knuckles, looking outside comfortably, “When I get home, I’m gonna go to the bathroom and take a nice warm bubble bath,”
“Usually girls say that,” You commented.
“Boys can treat themselves too, y/n, don’t be so old-fashioned,” he said hitting your arm, “I’m gonna take a nap. Tell me when we’re back.”
Narrator’s POV
“-everyone out of the way! Patient coming through!” A doctor yelled running through the hospital and towards the OR, grasping the gurney that was being rolled along with him.
“Vitals are unstable, he’s in v-fib!” A nurse yelled putting her hands on the patient’s chest to try and get his heart to start beating again. Grabbing the two paddles, the doctor told the nurse to page the cardiac surgeon, stopping the way to the OR momentarily.
“Clear!”
“Pulse is back.” The nurse said.
The doctor paused for a brief moment of relief, pushing the gurney forward once more. They reached the room in a matter of minutes, the doctor scrubbing in quickly to meet his co-surgeon who was already inside and examining the patient. “Doctor Jeon, what’s your course of action?”
“The patient has multiple gun shots to the abdomen with no exit points, only entry. The heart is barely under control, I’m afraid a bullet might have scathed one of the ventricles,” Jungkook said, “Doctor Kim, you fix the heart while I get the bullets out.”
Taehyung nodded using a scalpel to open up the patient’s chest, immediately did blood start oozing, “I need some fresh blood, quick before he bleeds out.”
The two young surgeons worked diligently, fixing any complications before it escalated to something fatal. Jungkook put down his instruments at the extraction of the last bullet, cracking his neck with a relieved sigh, “Everything looks good, can you close Doctor?”
“I can finish by myself, yes. The rest are looking for you in Yoongi hyung’s office. I’ll come by once I’m done here.” Taehyung said without looking up. Jungkook exited the OR and removed his gown and gloves, washing his hands thoroughly before heading up to the Psychiatry Wing. Opening the door to Yoongi’s office, his nose was flooded with the scent of noodles.
“We ordered you some black bean noodles,” Namjoon said handing the youngest an unopened bowl. Jungkook thanked him and immediately began devouring the bowl.
Jimin smirked, “Slow down there, Jungkook. You don’t wanna choke and die before your date next week.”
“How do you know about that?” Jungkook asked taking a sip of Yoongi’s water.
The boys started clapping his shoulder, teasingly. “I was doing my rounds and I talked to Doctor Song and she mentioned something about her sister-in-law and Doctor Jeon scheduling an appointment next Friday for a checkup and lunch.”
“I need to make sure her stitches are healed,” Jungkook said innocently, shrugging his shoulders.
Jin laughed, “Please, you haven’t had a date since the nurse from dermatology stalked you after dinner and a movie.”
“She did seem a bit off, you know?” Namjoon commented, “When is Taehyung coming?”
“I’ll eat his noodles if he doesn’t show up soon.” Hoseok agreed.
Jungkook chuckled, “We just finished a surgery, gun shot victim. His name is Na Jaemin if I’m correct, I wonder what idiot gets himself shot here in this area. There were 6 bullets in his body, one barely missed the heart.”
“He’s lucky to be alive,” Taehyung confirmed walking in and taking a seat next to Jimin.
“Tell us more about your date, Jungkook,” Yoongi said getting the attention of the group again.
“Hyung,” Jungkook complained for a moment, “Her name is Song y/n, she’s absolutely beautiful, wow. I thought my heart was going to explode when I saw her for the first time-”
“Disgusting,” Jin said hitting his head with a folder, “If you give her that line, I hope she throws up in your face.”
“Now that’s disgusting,” Yoongi said, “just eat your food.”
A/N and that’s the end of ch. 1! Pls give me feedback it’s greatly appreciated :)
HI WOW it's been too long! What a wild year it's been for me thus far! Life has been busy and all over the place up until recently
So as many of you know, I've been rewriting a lot in DotS:MMM and DotS mainline, and unfortunately I've hit a wall on both
To prevent burnout and overwriting, I've made a difficult decision.
DotS:MMM & DotS overall on hiatus until further notice.
I was already showing signs, and I love this AU and series so much that I don't want to lose another passion project to burnout. Earlier in April, I met some professional comic artists, and they gave me some incredible advice that I'm taking. This is part of it. One thing I've needed is multiple, totally unrelated comic storylines, to prevent this burnout from happening entirely— and I'm glad that I caught it before it could be reversed
I hate to disappoint all of you readers who have been waiting several months for the last few pages, and the next chapter. I'll get them done over time when the mood strikes, and post them all in a whole batch! But after those last few pages, there will be no more DotS:MMM until I sort out its major problems. It snowballed into a mess that I've been stumped to fix, and it's taking time
Going forward, I will have a new personal policy with my pages. I won't start posting anything until the entire episode/chapter, even if broken into separate parts, is 100% complete. Won't even announce it until I'm reasonably within finishing range. Like the last 5 pages or so. Just to prevent this nonsense from happening ever again. Posting will not begin until I'm absolutely done with it.
I've come to realize that it puts so much unnecessary stress and pressure onto me —albeit self-inflicted— because I really don't like to disappoint you all ;A;
In the meanwhile, I'll be periodically posting sketches, doodles, and any other shenanigans my kirbos get into. Until then, really, I'm going on a full break from all of it. 7 years straight is quite tiring LOL
When I return to DotS, the comic formatting, art direction, and such may change entirely from what you all have become accustomed to. DotS needs a facelift, and I gotta find what's fun for me
Currently I'm enjoying some side projects and using that to experiment with new things, styles, going absolutely and utterly wild. I've seriously needed this because I felt so trapped sticking to the same formatting and things!
My Kirby stuff may be on a pause while I play around with a new obsession of mine! More about that to come in a future post C:
The comic making continues, and you'll still get plenty of comic content from lil' ol me! <3
