#taeho

[samisnopro]

Did ZERO work convincing him. Bro just that easy with Sayeon playing him—GURL IS BARELY DOING SO HE IS JUST WALKING IN IT.

[keeyun]

matching taeho by @keeyun

f2u cred if repost dont claim

[aseplant]

lamb led to slaughter, by expensive

[haechandoll]

haii could u do some markhyuck & taeho (theo and keeho from p1h) matching gifs?? thank uuu ♡

໒𓍼ྀི𓈒. .𓈒 ྀི১

[ziddeth]

Cover for a WIP fanfic by @queenxfirefly, where Cell 3 encounters an Egyptian godling threat :0 Excited to see where the fanfic goes, very happy with being able to draw for Queen again :D

Go follow Queen for some Hand Jumper mythology deep dives, and for the latest updates on her stories!!

[missn00tson]

Gallery dump 12

I love this cunty little blond man

[crownedinmarigolds]

Working happily on all these comms and did some in-between sketch commissions for some awesome people. <3 Taeho belongs to darling @dykeferatu! Wren belongs to @sheriff-shitstarter!

Thank you both so much!!

[marichild]

for the fanfic ask by the platonic loml max <3 follow them for bangers like this on their twt @/blooming_cameli !! here's the ask game

It’s funny, Taeyang thinks, how he’s named after the Sun but only feels alive when the Moon is the one watching him.

He’s never been a particularly bright-natured person. As a child, his parents had been proud of his kind disposition, but cheerful wasn’t a word they’d use to describe him. They figured he was shy, or socially anxious. It’s easy enough to see they were wrong now, but—

“Taeyang,” Keeho lightly shoves the back of his head. “Whatcha daydreaming about, princess?”

He scowls. “I wore the stupid dress once. It’s not happening again.” Blatant lie, he’d liked the dress. Keeho knows it. Only Keeho does, because Keeho is their leader, their fearless commander. He sees things Taeyang doesn’t want him to see.

“Sure.” Keeho smirks, but it’s really more of a softened smile. “Still, though. What’s on your mind? Don’t think I didn’t notice you slipping during practice today. Multiple times.”

Nothing ever gets by this man. If Taeyang is named for the sun, then Keeho is their, P1HARMONY’s, moon. Circling the Earth in gentle orbit, his gravity gently pulling the tides, pulling them along even when it’s so hard they want to give up; lighting the way with silver radiance even in the darkest of times.

(Taeyang thinks it’s okay to be the sun, those times, when he has to step up and oldest hyung even if by a few months. If the moon reflects the sun’s light, then he’s happy to stand by Keeho, be the radiance he needs. Provide the mental resilience he sometimes lacks.)

“I’ll be fine,” he answers, somewhat dishonest, but he leans into Keeho all the same. “Don’t worry about me. Worry about Intak and Shota’s disagreements on the damn choreography.”

“Hm, I guess,” Keeho concedes. He knows Taeyang isn’t fine, but he knows enough to not push. “It is weird of them to argue.”

Taeyang shuts his eyes, and lets himself exist: as Choi Taeyang, as Yoon Keeho’s best friend, as the person he is. For a moment, even if brief, he’s allowed to let go of being Theo and all the responsibilities.

For a moment, he’s allowed to be.