LazyPotatoCats

I FOUND THE PASSWORD TOO YALL OMG IT'S BEEN THREE YEARS BTW IS ANYONE STILL ACTIVE??? 

I FOUND THE PASSWORD GUYS

caw caw motherfuckers

Ever read some of your old posts and go like:
          
          "Who is this person? Thank god they're gone-"

angst, crack or fluff?

Books with questionable tags and authors who say, "Fuck canon, I'm gonna fuck everyone up." Gives me life.

"I'll say it once, and I'll say it again, immortality sucks."
          
          Taehyung's voice was hoarse and lips chapped with dryness, but there was no mistaken the nagging tone. He spat blood, coughing up a glob of- what was supposedly a diaphragm(or was it a lung? Like shit if he knew)- and winced. 
          
          The supposed killer's eyes went wide with disbelief and fear. "What the fuck..." She muttered horrified, clutching her shaking fingers. The bloodied knife dropped with a sudden clang, and she too was on her knees.
          
          Jimin sighed, "You could've dodged that, V." Grimacing as he watched the bloodied white shirt, now wrinkled and pungent, "that shirt was really hard to come by."
          
          Taehyung grinned, his crimson teeth on full display. It wasn't a nice smile, wide and guileless it was. Maniacal and, much to Jimin's chagrin, beautiful. "Then stop buying white clothes, you fucking moron. I didn't even like this shirt anyway..." He wheezed as a knife grazed his ribs, "Ow. Fuck man-"
          
          Jimin's face was impassive, his eyes wary as he watched his partner. At one point he was scared shitless, just like that woman, but he grew, he adapted. 
          
          And if his actions were morally dubious, well... He could always just blame Taehyung.

Here's a synopsis to another book that I hopefully might publish(aka what the fuck? you have shit to do):
          
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          It is meant to be simple, inconsequential. 
          
          Jung Hoseok dies.
          
          He dies in a fit of rage and pain as smoke blankets the sky. He dies in the wail of a brother and the terror of a child.
          
          In one world, Jung Hoseok dies.
          
          In another, he wakes up, but nothing is the same any more.

Yo

OMAKE: Nari and Hoseok bond over silly things
          
          "Shit, heaven's balls-"
          
          "You kiss your mom with that mouth-"
          
          "FUCK!" Nari whimpered as she clutched her now bleeding hand. She heard snickering behind her. Okay, maybe she wasn't paying attention to cutting the veggies. Maybe she was just a teeny tiny bit clumsy with a knife.
          
          It didn't stop her mouth from running, and sadly, it hadn't stopped Hoseok either. That bastard was too busy being amused at her expense.
          
          "Wow, you're horrible at cooking." His eyes crinkled, a tell-tale sign of his bemusement.
          
          "Then come fucking cook for yourself! You asshole-"
          
          "We should really wash your mouth with soap."
          
          "Oh fuck you."
          
          "I'd rather not." He replied pointedly, feigning disinterest.
          
          She groaned. "Are you always like this?"
          
          His eyebrows raised at her words, and for the first time he seemed almost...confused. He continued to stare at her, which was starting to get unnerving really quickly.
          
          "WHat?" She snapped, feeling heat rise to her cheeks.
          
          "Who knew you could go a sentence without saying something deplorable."
          
          She stared mutely, baffled.
          
          He stared back.
          
          And she stared.
          
          And he stared-
          
          Taehyung dashed into the kitchen with the speed of an Olympic athlete. "SOMEONE'S CookING up a sTORM!"
          
          "TAEHYUNG!" She screeched, "ENOUGH WITH THE FUCKING PUNS OH GOD-"
          
          Eden's balls, Nari was going crazy.