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[unluckymidas]

This sketch of my yumeship if anyone cares.. the f/o in the image is gunwoo dahn from this world is money and power

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Boifang as ivantill okay goodnight

For comparison and yes I did trace a bit over the original art

[unluckymidas]

Like can non lookism fans believe that most m/m ships are way more famous than canon straight ships in the show. Gungoo. Daniel x Jay. Daniel x Gun.

[shandian-go]

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[jessiedraw]

Brush?

The only brush i agree to draw with

[unluckymidas]

Why I believe gun park is a woman

- ptj uses him as a plot device and mischaracterize him beyond help to further the said agenda #muchlikewhathappenswithotherwomeninthewebtoon

[galaxxxica]

"lookism fans can't read-"

How tf you expect me to read when I'm faced with such huge ass badahonkers (definitely not talking abt Samuel) and slutty ass waists?

[galaxxxica]

Mind ranking the sneezes of the Lookism characters? Like from "cute kitten sneezes" up to "monster truck crash sneezes" and the inbetweens? 👁👄👁

HELL YEAH I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR SHIT LIKE THIS

let's start with my baby Jinrang

Jinny sneeze like a dad, loud ass sneeze that breaks the sound barrier and the laws of physics. The surroundings definitely vibrate and shake as if the gods above have been angered but turns out it's just Jinrang sneezing. He also converts his sneezes to coughs bc sneezing is for lil bitches. Yall can call him metro cus that sneeze be booming.

Sneeze volume - 200/10

Damage - 10/10

Side effects of the sneeze- a tsunami comes into Busan bc of the pressure of the sneeze.

My other baby - Vasco

Vassy sneezes as if he doesn't even know that he's gonna sneeze.

The sound is... Inconsistent to say the least. You never know if it's gonna sound like an hentai Character or a chainsmoker, though he doesn't smoke. A little bit of spit comes out (he can spit on me all he wants).

Sneeze volume - depends, changes from time to time

Damage - non, except some spit

Side effect- some perv tries to approach him bc they think he's a girl bc of his hair and hentai sneeze.

The itch in my loins- Goo Kim

THIS BITCH, he squeks. He literally fucking squeks but he has the decency of covering his mouth atleast. He also has the UNDECENCY of sneezing on PEOPLE (Gun) he wants to annoy.

This fucker sprays out spit like a windex bottle. He also looks like he's abt to orgasm when he sneezes.

Volume - depends on how much he wants to annoy gun

Damage- the only damage his sneezes assure are on the mental health of people.

Side effect- Fuckers gets jumped by gun for sneezing on him than lands himself in the hospital.

America's (and my) favorite tool- Gun Park

He doesn't sneeze, he doesn't want to lose his aura. (He sneezes like a cat)

Volume- 2/10

Damage - only to his aura

Side effect- none

MY HOOCHIE DADDY- Samuel Seo

A very normal sneeze actually, but his tits bounce when he does sneeze. So instead of covering his mouth and nose, Bro just holds his tits so that they don't recoil.

Volume- normal, 4/10

Damage - only to his bra

Side effect - the same perv that tried to touch Vasco tried to fondle his tits before his ass got sent to the hospital. Goo and the perv defo ended up in the same room.

Call him discount Gojo cus he got 5 eyes - Vin Jin

I'm gonna be so honest, he Shits himself a little everytime he sneezes bcs of the pressure. If you're lucky then only a fart will come out. If you're fucked like me, you're gonna get a shart.

Call him Thor cus most of the time the thunder comes before the hail💀

Volume- 7/10

Damage - only to your sense of smell

Side effects- you and everyone in his vincinity need to wear a hazmat suit.

My precious kimchi- Jake kim

He's a nice boy but man the recoil of that azz is just.... *starts lubing up my strap*

He covers his mouth and is very respectful too. The volume is normal too.

Volume - 5/10

Damage - only to the ppl (Drake) who have a bbl

Side effect - ppl keep staring at his ass and crash into an oncoming truck and die. Spot dead.

Also the perv gets a stroke and dies in the hospital bc they can't fathom the thought of not being able to fondle that ass.

ALSO baby got back starts playing whenever he sneezes. It's like his "Daddys home".

Me whenever I see lookism men.

Also Ik it's not that good but I tried my best😭 also i started writing it the moment my classes ended. I had classes for 4 hrs straight. 😭😭

Thanks to my pretty baby, the person who asked this, it actually made my day❤️💐

[unluckymidas]

This actually has got to be the most funniest headcanons I've ever read

[rikosseen-deactivated20250617]

Gun + Goo: That’s your Aunt?!

Upon opening the door to you, Goo sets his goals to swoon you over. Until Gun returns home, and the blonde comes to the horrifying realisation that he’s into older women. All those times he’s criticised Gun about his love interests is coming to bite him in the butt 💗 | @aline1701

Filthy. Unprofessional. Uncharismatic. Those words fly through your brain as you watch a disgustingly blonde man eye you like a hawk.

“Well hell-ooo there,” he whistles, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

“Hello to you too.”

“What brings you to my humble abode?” he grins, inching his face closer to you.

“If I’m not mistaken, this is Gun’s place of residence.”

Mindlessly, you take the blonde’s arm off of you, and walk around the apartment in search for your nephew. “Speaking of the brat, where is he?”

“He’s not here. But I could definitely keep you company til then!”

A sigh leaves your mouth as you take a seat on the couch.

“He better hurry and not keep me waiting. I have things to do.” You pause and look at the young man skipping to sit across of you. “What’s your name?”

A shit eating grin forms on his face. “Goo Kim.”

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Jonggun unlocks the door to his apartment and steps inside with a tired grumble. The day’s been such a crappy one, and all he wants to do is fit in one last workout so he can rest easy afterward.

Sniff.

Sniff sniff.

What the—

The mingling scent of Goo’s cologne, and someone else fills his nostrils, and Gun’s eyes narrow. Quickly, he scours around his home to search for you and his bastard counterpart. When he reaches the living room, a horrifying sight disturbs his field of vision. There on the couch, you lay with Goo fucking Kim draped all over your body.

You must sense his presence because your head turns around. Upon locking eyes, you jump away from Joongoo and run up to Gun.

“My baby!” You shriek, hugging him tightly.

Goo scowls when he’s thrown on the ground, and glares at the black eyed man you’re embracing.

“How’ve you been, how’ve you been?!” you scour Jonggun’s body to see if he’s physically alright.

The man lets out a huff and directs you to sit down again.

“I’ve been alright, Auntie.”

Goo pauses and allows his mouth to hang open.

“That’s wonderful to hear. I was getting so worried about you, you know? After everything… This family’s cursed I tell you,” you begin. “Let’s not get into the details though. Oh, you’ve grown into such a handsome, young man!”

Goo wheezes while trying to scramble to his feet.

“That’s your Aunt?!” he screams.

Jonggun cocks his head to the blonde, and you flinch at the loud screech.

“Oh my God. Oh my God.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you now?” Gun sighs.

“You— you. I thought you had no family! Liar!”

“I didn’t have to disclose that information with you,” your nephew scoffs.

“Is he alright?” you furrow your eyebrows.

“He’s ovulating,” Gun replies flatly.

“He’s a woman?”

[unluckymidas]

I really enjoyed reading this fic but the last lines reminded me of this guy at my school claiming he has premenstrual depression... 😭

[unluckymidas]

"why dont u write ur own self insert x f/o fic" i get gigglish whenever i do that. now let me continue my search for my f/o's hidden media fan arts so i can find at least 1 author thats willing to write for me thanks.

[unluckymidas]

I had been reading dead mansion recently and can someone help verify whether this kid was chased by Gun/Goo or something??

iirc he was the kid that Olly Wang groomed to be the next Eli Jang..

[frurin]

monitoring ichika hoshino layouts!!! i loved making these (derogatory) so i hope you like these as well !!

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[rikosseen-deactivated20250617]

Gun+Goo x Reader: Amusement Park

Anon request

The junkyard is a place of solace for Gun Park. It’s where he’s allowed to just be. And because it’s a place that he regards as a home, Jonggun has let very few people know about it aside from his two closest associates; you and Jongoo. However, as he jolts awake from the noise of a bickering pair of rats, he wonders if he should’ve been silent about his main place of residence.

“Out.”

You and Goo turn around to see a disheveled Gun pointing at the door.

“Gun!” the blonde perks up, running towards the disgruntled man.

“Out,” Gun repeats, his tone sharper as he rubs his temples.

While the two of them engage in their usual back-and-forth, your stomach growls audibly. And knowing the man that gun park is, the fridge must be fully stocked up. So being a proud member of the big back community, you naturally head there. Only to find random dairy products and vegetables. No snacks. Honestly, how does Gun live without enjoying the small pleasures of this world? Talk about discipline. Before you can scavenge through the cabinets, a hand clamps onto the back of your collar. You’re dragged toward the door like an unruly cat, and find Goo in the same predicament. Kicking his feet and clutching Gun’s leg, the blonde isn’t going down without a fight. You quickly latch onto Gun’s head, making sure to smack it in an attempt to stop him as well.

“PLEASE HEAR US OUT,” you screech, trying to get as close to his ear as possible.

Gun finches and clicks his tongue.

“We swear we weren’t trying to do anything,” Goo joins in, rubbing his cheek on Gun’s trousers and puckering his lips.

Look at this fish face. You scrunch your face in disgust, but nod along anyway. “Since we all have the day off, let’s make the most out of it by having some fun!” you too pucker your lips.

“Fun?” Gun scoffs, and throws the two of you on the ground. “The last time we did something ‘fun’, I had to witness Samuel getting photoshopped. In a bikini. I don’t think so.”

Goo snorts at the memory, but you quickly scramble to latch on to Gun’s leg, crying dramatically. “PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE! That was Goo’s idea! Today’ll be a fun day- we’ll go to an amusement park!”

Gun sighs deeply, and runs his fingers through his hair to debate his meaning in the world.

“Unless you’re planning to spend the day perverting with Daniel Park…” you whisper.

“Perverting?- What the fuc- you know what? I’m not going to entertai-”

“PLEASEEEEE,” you and Goo wail in unison, slowly pulling his pants down.

“Ok. Okay. Let go,” Gun snaps, kicking Goo’s face. “Stay outside while I change. Don’t do anything stupid,” he glares.

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By the time the three of you enter the fairground, it’s already late noon. Goo is running around to every food stall he sees, and you’re tagging along behind him like a little dog.

Look at these fatasses, Gun thinks, shoving his hands in his pockets. As the man scouts around, you skip to him and shove a potato wedge in his mouth. Goo cackles, and Gun glowers at you.

“Alright,” you rub your hands together in anticipation. “Which ride first?”

Goo strokes his chin, but the blonde just shrugs. So instead, you look over to Gun for help.

“I’ve never been to these before,” he says flatly.

You and Goo exchange glances, and the two of you give Jonggun a pitiful look. The blonde sniffles and pats his friend’s back. Gun swats his hand away and looks over at the tallest structure in the park.

“How about that?” He points to the drop tower.

Goo is already running to line up for the ride, and excitedly, you grab Jonggun’s hand to head over there too. The man looks down at the contact, and watches the happy expressions plastered on your faces. Laughter fills the air, and in what seems like decades, Gun feels…

I don’t know.

He doesn’t know what he’s feeling, but it tickles him on the inside, and makes him uncomfortable. He glances around and lets out a quiet sigh as he trudges behind you. Maybe, just for today, he can let himself relax. Just by a smidge. If nothing else, it’ll be an excellent opportunity to prove how unaffected he is by these so-called thrill rides.

Gun won’t admit it, but for the first time, he feels something close to contentment.

[wannaeatramyeon]

ok wait hearmeout

gun and reader but it’s reader who’s also one of charles choi’s ten (eleven for reader??) geniuses.

what if. reader who’s the learning genius to gun being the training genius.

alrigjt bye love your work <33

I got inspired to write this as a crack fic until heh. Thanks for clarifying. Crack fic probably coming up soon. Thanks as always for requesting and reading!

Gun Park x Reader: The Learning Genius

Training genius meets the learning genius (and crack here)

A blank slate is presented to Gun in the form of you.

Someone specially sourced by Charles Choi with an exceptionally rare talent: a learning genius.

Elevated beyond that of even the copy ability, because to learn is to master and not just to piece together a cheap imitation.

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Kyokushin karate is first used to put you through your paces, with Gun explaining and demonstrating the basic philosophy. Your brain holds on to his words, and your body then executing each move perfectly.

The first impact you make, the first punch that you throw out, causes Gun to stagger back a few steps - almost winded and eyes wide with shock.

Charles is right. You are the learning genius.

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Gun is relentless, as expected from the Training Genius and Shiro Oni.

Nevertheless, whatever he throws at you, you absorb like a sponge.

He makes no secret that he is impressed.

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Truly you should be limitless with your potential, which leads to Gun thinking about other things.

"Oh?" you grin at him in between dodging his kicks, "You're still looking to do your GED?"

Gun nods, right before he launches a devastating attack that ends with you on your back.

The smile never leaves your eyes even as you wince in pain, "I can help tutor you!"

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If someone was to ask how many pounds of pressure a Taekwondo back kick would exert, or if a fist was travelling at 20mph, how many ribs that would break - Gun would be able to answer you.

Well, more of a case he would give you a practical demonstration.

"Stop." He cuts you off as you're mid way explaining a theorem. Teetering between giving up on this completely or gritting his teeth and getting through this as a point of pride-

"Gun," you say, sensing his train of thought, hand reaching out to calm his bouncing leg, "I'm sorry, I'm not explaining this well." Your tone and face is sincere, " Let me try again."

Alas a training genius is not a learning genius, but after a few more attempts, you explaining and using a different angle each time, Gun gets it.

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The obsession with you creeps up on him, initially going unnoticed due to the close quarters and sheer amount of time spent together.

And really, once it starts, Gun doesn't think anything of it. He has obsessed over others before, especially those that he believes are worthy of becoming his successor.

No-one though has exceeded his expectations quite like you.

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Daydreams are for fantasists and stargazers, not someone that deals with the brutal reality of the world on a daily basis.

Despite this, thoughts of you and your potential run through Gun's mind. Morphing and evolving with each day spent together. At first focused on developing your fighting skills, then a new light shone on your relationship as you helped to tutor him.

Finally, he wonders what else he could teach you and he could learn from you.

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Things come to a head when after a particularly gruelling sparring session, Gun asks if you wanted to grab something to eat after.

You freeze as you wipe the sweat from your brow. It takes a moment for his words to sink in and when they do, you turn around with a wide grin.

"Like a date?"

"...Like a date, yes."

Of course, you could tell.

You are the learning genius after all, and that includes learning all the nuances of Gun Park.

Gun's gaze softens when you nod in response.

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haiii!!! i may have spent the rest of my time reading all your works🥲🥲 and is it okay to request Girl Dad! jake,goo and gun reacting to their baby just blabbering and them going on with it like “yeah i know right” “that’s so true”

thank you!! (also take ur time since it looks like you have alot on ur plate atm💕💕)

sweet talk

ft. Gun Park, Goo Kim & Jake Kim x f!reader [separate]

details: fluff, established relationship (married)

A/N: I SAW THIS AND I WAS LIKE OH I HAVE TO DO THISSS ITS SO SAUR CUTEEEE YIEEE THANK YOU ANON FOR THIS REQ mweheh i love reqs like these

ᯓ★—GUN

Gun worked swiftly, slicing the apples with precision. He glanced over at his baby girl in her seat, her wide eyes tracking his every move as he sliced through each piece. You were down with a fever, leaving him to not only take care of you but also to manage his curious, babbling daughter.

He held up a bunny-shaped apple slice, presenting it to her with a slight smirk. Her reaction was immediate—eyes lighting up as she reached out, tiny fingers stretching toward the apple. “You like the bunny?” he asked as she took it and clumsily tried to nibble on it, ending up with more drool than bites.

Gun shook his head with a faint smile, but just as he turned back to finish the apple slices, she banged her chubby hands on the tray, her little mouth opening in a string of excited babbles.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, tilting his head as she bounced in her seat, one hand gripping the bunny slice like a prized possession while the other pointed insistently at the plate.

“These are for mommy,” he explained, trying to hold his ground, but she only babbled louder, waving her free hand around as if to insist.

Gun sighed, glancing at the bunny-shaped slice she held, and then at the other slices on the plate. “You want all of them like this?” he muttered, looking back at her. “You think mommy would like it, huh?”

“Mamamama!” she gurgled happily, slapping her tiny hands against the tray again, clearly delighted at his consideration.

Gun chuckled, shaking his head. “Fine, you win.” He picked up another apple slice, carefully cutting it into another bunny shape. His daughter watched, entranced, and when he showed her the new bunny, she squealed with delight.

As he worked, Gun continued to talk to her, more to keep her entertained than anything. “Think mommy’s going to like the bunnies?” he mused out loud, and she responded with a babble, as if offering her very serious opinion on the matter.

After finishing, he arranged the bunny-shaped slices neatly on the plate, giving one last glance to his daughter, who had finally managed a small nibble on her slice. “Well, if it makes you two happy…” he muttered with a small, barely-there smile, carrying his daughter in one arm and the plate in his other hand to bring a little joy to his sick wife.

With his daughter happily babbling away at her “help” and his own satisfaction at his work.

ᯓ★—GOO

Goo strolled through the house with his baby girl snuggled in her carrier, her tiny feet kicking as she took in everything with wide, curious eyes. Every few steps, she’d babble something, and Goo would gasp dramatically, as if she’d just shared the most incredible news.

“Oh, really?” he chuckled, bouncing her gently. “You’re just full of stories today, aren’t you?”

They paused in the hallway when she started reaching out, her little hand stretching toward a framed photo on the wall. It was a candid picture of Goo and you, both smiling on your wedding day. She babbled louder, smacking her little hand against the photo, clearly fascinated.

“Oh-ho! You found mama and dada, huh?” Goo teased, leaning closer to the picture so she could get a better look. She gurgled, waving her hands at the frame, and Goo’s grin grew. “You like that, huh? That’s ‘cause mama’s in it. She’s the pretty one, right? Dada’s just the one making her laugh.”

“Umwa, mwaamama!” she let out a string of babbles, and Goo put on a look of mock surprise. “You think she’s prettier than me? Oh, so it’s like that, huh?” he said, feigning hurt. “I’ll let that one slide since you’re my favorite girl.”

His daughter’s little noises filled the hall, and he grinned, nodding like she’d made the smartest observation. “Ohhh, you think I got lucky, huh? You got that right, sweetie. Lucky, lucky, lucky,” he chuckled. “And look at you, you’re her little twin! Same smile, same cute face… except you got daddy’s charm, don’t you?” he added with a wink, booping her nose.

Another babble.

“Yeah, I know,” he replied, nodding as though they were having a full-blown conversation. “She’s smart, tough, and—well, let’s just say she’s got me wrapped around her finger. And you… you’re just like her, you know? Gonna grow up and be just as amazing.”

He paused, caught off guard by his own words, blinking in surprise as he felt a weird flutter in his chest. “Whoa, that was... okay, that was a little too sentimental,” he muttered, looking down at his daughter, who just blinked up at him with wide, curious eyes. “Ugh, daddy went full cringe mode for a second there. Ignore that, okay?”

But she just babbled back, and Goo groaned playfully, rolling his eyes. “Oh, great, you’re telling mama? You’re ratting dada out for being sappy? Unbelievable,” he said before pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

ᯓ★—JAKE

Jake rocked his crying little girl in his arms, gently swaying back and forth as he tried every trick he could think of to calm her down. He bounced her, hummed softly, even gave her that little “shh-shh-shh” that sometimes worked like magic. But today? Not a chance. Her babbling came between tiny, hiccupping sobs, and he leaned down to look at her with a gentle smile, brushing a thumb softly across her chubby cheek.

“Someone’s got a lot to say,” he murmured, his voice soft. “Tell me, princess, what’s wrong? You hungry?” He shifted her in his arms, bouncing her lightly. “Or are you just giving daddy a little piece of your mind?”

His daughter’s cries softened for a moment, only to pick back up again with another babble. Jake widened his eyes, nodding as if he fully understood her complaints. “Ah, I see, I see,” he replied, nodding seriously. “So it’s the blanket, huh? Not soft enough? Or was it the bottle? Too warm? Too cold? Man, this is complicated.”

She let out another babble-cry, tiny fists reaching up to grab onto his shirt as if she were clinging to her last hope. He chuckled, taking her tiny hand and pressing a gentle kiss to her fingers. “Alright, I get it, princess. You’re not mad. Just… sharing some feedback, right? I respect that.”

She let out a series of softer babbles, staring up at him with watery eyes, and Jake leaned forward, pressing his forehead lightly to hers. “Yeah, I’m listening. Go on, get it all out. Daddy’s right here.”

With each little sound she made, Jake nodded along, pretending to take mental notes. “Oh, so it’s my singing you’re not a fan of? I thought it was pretty good—so did mommy, but maybe I need some pointers from the expert,” he whispered, winking. “And the rocking chair? Too slow, right? Got it, I’ll add that to daddy’s list.”

She continued to babble, and he kept going along with it, his voice taking on a playful tone. “And here I thought daddy was nailing it, huh? Guess I still have a lot to learn from the boss.”

She let out a few more babbling sounds, her tone shifting like she was calming down, and Jake continued, nodding sympathetically. “And on top of that, maybe you missed mommy a little too, right? Thought she’d be here, didn’t you?” He gave her a warm smile, his fingers tracing gentle circles on her back. 

Finally, her cries faded into little hiccups, her big eyes staring up at him. Jake let out a soft laugh, his hand rubbing soothing circles on her back. “See? You just needed someone to listen. Don’t worry, princess—I’ll always be here, taking notes and making sure everything’s just right.”

His daughter cooed softly, finally content, her tiny fingers clutching his shirt as she nestled closer. Jake let out a relieved sigh, pulling her closer.