photo of kang yeosang (ateez) with blonde hair sitting on a staircase. he's wearing an all black post-apocalyptic style outfit.

His gaze wandered outside, out the broken expanse of wall and out towards where he could begin to see the edges of the impact site. The Haze always looked different during rainfall, tempered as if the water was neutralizing the harmful fumes. He so badly wanted to study it, to go into the center and truly learn about the massive crater that marked a turning point in their history. That, however, was not what dominated his thoughts at the moment. Yeosang moved to sit within the broken section of the wall, back pressed to concrete smoothed by time. He tucked the filter between his lips to free his hands, tugging his threadbare coat tighter around his shoulders both for warmth and a comfort he knew he would not find. There was only one comfort that could soothe him right now and he knew it was something he’d never have again. Having inhaled far too much during his mental listlessness, he hacked a sudden cough and watched as the smoke disappeared quickly in the rain. His shredded jeans were already damp, well on their way to soaked, but he couldn’t bring himself to really give a shit.

The memory of broken whimpers and gentle caresses haunted him. His gaze wandered to where he’d last seen the alpha before he’d disappeared from sight, present eyesight blurring as he lost himself to the ghost of sensations and softly spoken words. There was an ache deep in his chest, the same one he'd felt on that rooftop and had been wholly unprepared to dissect. Truthfully, he had enjoyed their time together, and that just made the caustic guilt in the cauldron of his gut rise to a rolling boil. The bile was easy to swallow down at this point, eased further when he opened his mouth and extinguished the now pathetic roach against his tongue. The taste of ash somehow managed to settle his stomach and he flicked the butt into a corner of his room. In another life, maybe he would’ve made the journey to East Metro and sought out the alpha — to repent or romance he wasn’t entirely sure. However, in another life he wouldn’t be here, shoulders burdened with a weight he knew he would have to bear but hadn’t expected to be so crushing. In this life, all he could do was fall into the spiral of what-if’s he tried so desperately to avoid.

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illustration of a koi-like dragon in front of a flask of blue-green smoke text reads "serpent carp" gills hidden behind head fins webbed claws slime coat protect against "fragment storms" barbels are extremely sensitive; able to detect electricity and oncoming changes in weather clicking vocalizations periodically shed pearly claws gift relics of humanity to potential mates curious & prone to mischief, easily bribed possessive (people, objects, territory) a smaller doodle of a white serpent carp is off to the bottom right with the notes several color variants approximately cat-sized (full grown)

- SERPENT CARP CONCEPT -

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illustration of a blue bird labeled a "ginko bird" there are plant-like tendrils hanging from it's tail and head and it appears to have a shell-like growth over its head text beneath it reads: "helmet" is a result of excess keratin growth both excess keratin and natural oils protect against "fragment storms" found only in east metro near impact zone extremely intelligent and social approximately 30-35 cm (12-14 in)

- GINKO BIRD CONCEPT -

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There was an ache deep in his chest, the same one he'd felt on that rooftop and had been wholly unprepared to dissect. Truthfully, he had enjoyed their time together, and that just made the caustic guilt in the cauldron of his gut rise to a rolling boil. The bile was easy to swallow down at this point, eased further when he opened his mouth and extinguished the now pathetic roach against his tongue. The taste of ash somehow managed to settle his stomach and he flicked the butt into a corner of his room. In another life, maybe he would’ve made the journey to East Metro and sought out the alpha — to repent or romance he wasn’t entirely sure. However, in another life he wouldn’t be here, shoulders burdened with a weight he knew he would have to bear but hadn’t expected to be so crushing. In this life, all he could do was fall into the spiral of what-if’s he tried so desperately to avoid.

lil pawe yeosang introspective pov for wip weds

gen can't remember if i've shared this already oops lol

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i may have perhaps updated the pride [at world's end] preview to include a lot more info since this is taking me so long to write

(tags at beginning of doc)

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btw an underrated relationship dynamic is one that is deeply romantic but not sexual. they are partners they are best friends they are each other's everything they are each other's silly rabbits they are the only ones who will ever truly understand each other. no other partner will ever live up to them, could ever live up to them, but they don't fuck. maybe they want to, maybe they would in another life, in another time, but not in this one. maybe they never would. but their bond is so deep no one could come between them, no friends, no lovers. no grave can hold my body down i'll crawl right past my spouse to my queerplatonic bestie

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"We wanted to break down the system, not do the same bullshit in a different dress. Are we going to start overlooking betas now? Do you want to beat the shit out of the beta that disappeared on me? Where does it stop, Yeosang?" Wooyoung asked, voice more calm as if knew he was dealing with something volatile. Yeosang wanted them to love him again, wanted to feel like himself again. But what he wanted didn't matter. "Do you know how hard it is?" The words escaped him before he could hold them back, leaking sluggishly like blood from an old, half scabbed-over wound. "People talk about me like I'm not human and look at me like I'm either an obstacle or an opportunity. I have to keep them safe, clothed, fed, happy, and all the while I have to make sure to stay alive because three — three — other territories want to bury a knife in my chest. I have to stand here and pretend like I have all the answers because if I falter for even a second someone will either kill me or half our territory will lose faith in us. So, excuse the fuck out of me if I'm a little irrational these days. What happened had nothing to do with that man being an alpha and everything to do with him being attractive and willing, and I don't appreciate any insinuation otherwise." Yeosang let his words simmer in the room for a moment, waiting to see if any of his council would have anything to say. When they both avoided his gaze and nothing but shuffling was heard from outside, he released a barely audible, incredulous scoff. He was grateful when the knob in his hand turned and he was able to slip out the door and into the empty hallway.

wip wednesday of the woosang argument that hurt my heart to write

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Yeosang was on his feet before he realized he'd even moved, a boiling hot, caustic ichor bubbling in the pit of his stomach. It felt like embers flickered in his veins and he subconsciously wondered if he would burst into the very flames of his namesake. Maybe he would be reborn as someone better.

i apologize in advance for how much wooyoung and yeosang fight in pawe. i promise they love each other and that's WHY they fight so much.

also yeosang is really, really mentally unwell and very, very good at hiding it.

(writing these scenes makes me so sad tho 😭)

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Helloo, for at world's end, I was wondering how Wooyoung and Yeosang met Seonghwa and decided to stick together? (I'm a sucker for this trio's dynamic I adore them) - vampirehwa answer: aww so yeosang and woo met as teens, 15 and 16 respectively. wooyoung is badly injured around 23ish. yeosang knows he wont be able to save wooyoung on his own so he goes looking for the rumored "omega doctor" that's said to be found around west metro. he eventually finds seonghwa who doesn't hesitate for a second to help and slowly bring wooyoung back to health (who is in and our of consciousness for several days.) yeosang of course lets him stay with them and they build up an easy routine with the day-to-day. when wooyoung wakes up, seonghwa insists on helping him recover fully and is immediately endeared by woo once he gets to see his personality. he also falls in love with the way yeosang and wooyoung act with each other and eventually him. he's never really felt part of a group or family before being one of the many orphans in WM, and he's a little jealous of what they have. when wooyoung is finally fully recovered, they all realize this is where they're supposed to part ways. wooyoung is of course the one to address the elephant in the room and asks seonghwa if he really has to go and seonghwa admits no, not really. he can travel when he needs to to help people but he can always come home to them. so they become a little family (and a pack, whether they realize it) of 3. when his family grows yeosang sees that seonghwa means much more than a doctor to people, he's a symbol of hope. he thinks about his and wooyoung's lives up until now and realizes this shouldn't be as good as it gets for them and more importantly they shouldn't live in constant fear and in survival mode. so more events happen and he starts the revolution (:

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He didn't expect the sudden pain in the meat of his shoulder, sharp fangs sinking in as his cock was constricted in a wet, pulsing vice that had him emptying another load into his captor. His voice cracked on his moan and he could feel the grin on the Blue Bird's lips against his yielding flesh. A rivulet tickled as it trailed down to soak into the bedding. The pain eventually receded (but thankfully still distracted him from the sharp pain pulsing at the exposed base of his cock) and Mingi was struck with the thought that he wanted to lick the blood — his blood — from Yeosang's glistening teeth. "Again."

and bonus horny minsang hours

cw; explicit, blood and injury, omegaverse

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Once he was close enough, Wooyoung pushed him down onto Seonghwa's nest. Yeosang quickly rolled his shoulder and threw his weight to avoid bumping into any cushions that seemed placed with intent. "Careful!" He shouted, voice stern in a way that was almost unheard of for him. He tried not to notice Wooyoung's barely there flinch. "It's my nest and I really don't care right now, Yeosang." Seonghwa said. "You're going to sit there and explain to us who the hell you followed this morning." "Is that the alpha you were fucking?" Wooyoung tacked on, voice sharp as if he wanted to inflict the same poison Yeosang had served him. Yeosang didn't know if he still tasted the assassin's blood on his lips or if he'd bitten through the flesh of his tongue in an effort not to lash out at his longest, closest friend. The person he would die for, without question. Why did it feel like that possibility was growing each day? "Yeosang." Seonghwa whispered and he blinked the cloudiness away from his eyes. When he focused back on his surroundings Yeosang was surprised to find Seonghwa sitting beside him, hands wrapped around his own freezing one. "What's going on, baby bird?" He always had been so weak to that soft, soothing voice Seonghwa had when he was truly concerned for them. Yeosang always felt guilty that it brought him comfort. It reminded him someone still cared about him. "It's been two days since the last assassination attempt." He croaked.

more -awe for wip weds, what's new

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AT WORLD'S END Playlist - AT WORLD'S END - 128 items

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counting this as 3 sentences bc dialogue weirdness and bc i couldn't find any i liked better to share

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