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In which you attend the same high school as Jihyun and Jumin, and become involved in an unusual situation that an artist like yourself most definitely shouldn't be in.
A bit of a high school AU that leads into V's route with some changes to the story. Inspired by the high school AU art V x MC by @mikaziqiart on tumblr.
At first, he couldn't understand what the sweet songs he heard meant, neither why no one but him seemed to be able to hear them. The tongue the stars spoke felt foreign but also familiar, warm, and he sought their radiance and the love they basked him with.
Growing up, though, he came to the realizaion that those symphonies were calls, messages left for him in hopes that, one day, he would be able to decipher them, to reach towards the sky and hold the hand tended to him. They were always waiting, always trying to contact him, their kind voices filled with affection and yearning and a strong desire to protect him, keep him safe, while at the same time they wanted to meet him, hold him, cherish him.
Lance, they called him.
And he, mesmerized by everything that bathed the night sky in an ocean of lights, completely enraptured by it's beauty and the need to be there, to reach back, to understand, sought answers while time flew past.
Against his mother's wishes, fighting his frustration and inadequacy and the pressure of wanting to give up, stubborn as only McClain's could be, filled with determiantion, fear be damned.
And then, one night, his wish came true.
"Mommy, mommy I'm a star."
- Part 2 of Starbound
20 May 2018
The map of this story is both tiny and vast. And it is as simple and complex as choosing a path to travel and trusting it will connect to all other paths. A singing sandwich maker, a kick-ass body guard, a perky waiter, and a psychic. What could go wrong?
23 Aug 2019
Like a gargoyle he watched the streets below. The lights around these buildings highlighted his body with a myriad of colors, but luckily for him nobody ever seemed to look up. Another wintry breeze made him shiver, forcing him to bury half of his face into the silvery capture weapon around his neck until it died down. He reached up and lifted the goggles from his face, rubbing his eyes with an exhausted sigh. It seems tonight would be another wasted night. Searching… for what exactly? He didn’t know.
Eraserhead stood and was about to move on. At that moment the hairs on the back of his neck and his arms raised, and he knew it wasn’t from the cold. Something clicked within him as he grasped his capture weapon and scanned the streets.
“Where…?” He growled to himself as his whole body tensed.
He whirled around to look down into the alleyway and froze. There, at the end of the alley, a dark shadowy portal rose from the ground.
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14 Jun 2019
The Nightmare's reach is long, and leaves none unscathed—even those who are currently out of its range.