#How To Take a Screenshot - How To Take a Screenshot

[incorrectbatfam]

Duke, learning how to drive: What happens to the car if you press the brake and accelerator at the same time?

Stephanie: It takes a screenshot.

Bruce: Please pull over. I’m driving now.

[dirtyl0ver]

hiii i dont know if someone already asked, but can u please do how they react to their partner sending them a spicy pic while they are on a mission and maybe what they do when they come back? :P

Ughhhh YES I love this request so much omg 😮‍💨

CW: Sexual content Includes: Toby, Jeff, Ben, EJ, Brian, Tim

Creeps React to S/O Sending a Spicy Pic

Ticci Toby

He's crouched against a tree when his phone buzzes. He checks it absentmindedly, expecting a low battery warning or maybe a check-in. But it's you. And the second he opens that message, time stops.

You're lying back on the bed, legs parted just enough to show him what’s his. Maybe you’re not wearing anything, maybe you’re in that little piece of lace he likes to pull to the side with his teeth. Either way, his heart’s in his throat. His pants feel too tight all of a sudden.

He doesn’t even think about it. His hand is already working at his belt, screen tilted as he breathes a ragged “fuck” through his mouth guard. He holds the screen close, like he wants to crawl through it, eyes locked on your chest, your thighs, your smirk. He responds immediately:

“fuuuck baby why u do this to me rn” “so pretty so fuckin hot” “u want me to cum to this?”

He groans low and guttural, biting into his glove to stay quiet, his thighs shaking. He cums fast, messy, twitching in his spot, but keeps looking at your picture like it’s keeping him alive. Once it’s over, he snaps a quick pic of the aftermath, his palm wrapped around himself, a messy finish in frame, and sends it with:

“look what u did” “gonna fuck u so good when i get back”

When he gets home? You barely get a second to speak. He’s on you the second the door slams shut, grabbing your hips, dragging you to the edge of the bed. He’s already on his knees, already moaning as he buries his face between your legs like it’s a reward. He’s sloppy, desperate.

“Wanted to taste you the second I saw that picture.”

And he doesn’t stop until your thighs are trembling and you can barely breathe. He eats like a starving man and then fucks you like he’s trying to get lost in you.

Jeff the Killer

He’s standing in an alley, blood still dripping from his blade when he feels the buzz in his hoodie pocket. He’s in the middle of some poor guy's final moments, but the moment he sees your name, he gets distracted, that little smirk already curling at his lips.

And then he sees the photo.

You're bare, pretty, wet for him. Maybe you’ve got a hand between your thighs, maybe you're biting your lip, already glowing like you just touched yourself thinking about him. Jeff's head tilts back and he laughs, filthy and breathless.

He doesn’t even say anything at first. Just hikes his hoodie up, holds his phone up, and sends you a pic back: him standing over the body, blood-smeared hoodie pulled up, pants slightly pulled down, dick hard in his hand. Smirking like the devil himself.

“you realy gon tease me like this while im coverd in blood?” “this dick for u. keep tht pretty little pussy wet til i gt back”

No shame or hesitation. He doesn’t care that it’s in the middle of a job.

When he gets home? The door SLAMS. He stalks up to you, tosses you on the bed, and wrecks you. No time for talking. No time for prep. He’ll spit on it and shove it in, eyes glazed over with the same bloodlust he had on the mission.

Expect bruises, bite marks, a hand gripping your throat. He’s been imagining this the whole time and it shows.

“Told you you’d get fucked for that. Now take it.”

BEN Drowned

Ben’s in the middle of working on an important task on his computer when your message comes in. The moment he sees your name, with that little photo preview, he melts.

He opens the message and makes an actual, audible whine. Replies right away:

“ohmygod” “this is criminal” [screenshot taken] “babe im changing my background photo to this”

You’re spread out on the bed, back arched, face flushed. He zooms in. Then again. Then again. He’s obsessed. He bites his knuckle and paces his room, muttering fuck over and over before finally sitting back down in his gaming chair and sliding his headset off.

His hand’s around his dick in seconds. He scrolls between your picture and your previous messages, moaning as he strokes himself, licking his lips at the thought of you waiting for him.

“thinkin about sucking your tits rn” “ur giving me brain when i come over no debate”

When he gets home? He's all jokes at first, smirking like he’s not already painfully hard from the second he walks in. But once his mouth’s on you? There's no going back.

He’s teasing, cocky - fingers in your mouth, dragging his tongue down your stomach as he whispers: “Bet you were touching yourself after you sent that.”

Your clothes are off in seconds, and you’re on your knees for him, just like he wanted.

Eyeless Jack

EJ doesn’t get distracted. Doesn’t care for texts. But when he opens his phone to check something and sees your name, he hesitates. Clicks. Stares.

It’s you, bare and glowing. The lighting’s perfect, and the angle leaves very little to his imagination. He doesn’t make a sound, but the slow, controlled inhale says everything. His tongue swipes across his lip slowly. The muscles in his jaw tighten.

He responds with a single emoji.

👍

But when he’s alone? He goes back to the picture. Enlarges it. Studies it like art. He doesn’t jerk off. He doesn’t need to, he saves that for later.

When he gets home? You’re already in bed, expecting him. He approaches calmly, like he's got all the time in the world. Takes your hand, kisses your fingers, and leads you to the edge of the bed. “Would you mind showing me the real thing?”

And when you do, he drops to his knees.

Gives you slow, devout, worshipful head. He growls against your thighs. When he finally fucks you, he holds your hips firmly and moves like he’s memorizing every inch of you.

Brian/Hoodie

Brian’s not one to check his phone mid-mission. But later, tucked in a blind spot, he opens it briefly just to clear his notifications. When he sees your name, followed by a little image preview, his eyes soften immediately.

He opens it and just stares.

You’re beautiful, radiant. A little messy. He imagines you giggling after snapping the picture, biting your lip, waiting for a reaction. He doesn't send one, he just smiles faintly, swipes a thumb over the screen, and tucks the phone back in his pocket.

He replays that image for hours.

When he gets home? He lifts you the moment you greet him by the door and carries you to the bed with ease. You think he forgot. But he didn’t. He lays you down, undresses you with practiced hands and mumbles into your skin: “Thanks for sending that picture. I mean it.”

He fucks you so thoroughly you feel like crying, rough and deep, the kind of sex that leaves you shaking and undone. You feel so seen, so wanted - it’s almost too much.

Tim/Masky

Tim gets the photo at a weird time, right after a scuffle, adrenaline still high, blood pounding in his ears. He scrolls past his notifications and stops dead when he sees the preview.

He mutters “damn” and immediately opens it, whistling low under his breath. Replies quickly:

“Mmm baby…” “This for me?” “You better be playing with yourself”

He might lean over and flash it to Brian for one second just to be an ass - gets a deadpan stare in return, but it fuels him anyway. And then he keeps texting you:

“Warming up that pussy for me right?” “Keep it open for daddy”

He slips off to the side, palms himself through his jeans, groaning quietly to your picture before returning to the mission with new-found energy.

When he gets home? You don’t get a hello. Just rough hands and a sharp smirk as he manhandles you onto the bed. “Spread those legs. You’ve been waiting for this.”

He pounds you like a man on a mission. Rough, dominant, pushing you to your limits. There’s hair pulling, growling, and he loves hearing you beg for more. You’re definitely gonna walk funny the next day.

[jkwrites-m]

Daddy Kookie (6)

Pairing: idol!Jungkook x female reader

Genre: childhood lovers to exes to lovers, parents au, smut, angst, fluff

Word Count: 8k

Warnings: MDNI, Explicit, 18+, heavy angst, smut, fluff, childhood lovers, abandonment, young (teenage) pregnancy, resentment, hurt, anger, fighting/yelling, heartbreak, cursing, struggle, co-parenting, growth, stress, exhaustion, apologies, fear of backlash, trauma response, self-worth crisis, press, doxxing, harassment, industry manipulation/anger, references to the emotional infidelity, public backlash, mild panic attack, jk not giving a single flying fuck, some time-skips explicit: praising, kissing, breastplay, fingering, missionary, oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex, body worship, multiple smut scenes

A/N: literally just prep for whiplash in this one 😭

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It started with a DM.

Just a screenshot.

No caption. No context.

A photo of me holding Eun Ae’s hand outside the school. Jungkook six steps behind us, laughing with his head turned. I hadn’t even known anyone was watching.

I stared at it, heart frozen.

Then my phone buzzed again. A text from a coworker.

“Is this you????”

Then another:

“Did you see Twitter??”

“People are saying he has a kid.”

“Is it real?!”

My chest tightened before I even opened the app.

It was everywhere.

My face. Her face.

Side-by-side comparisons using baby pictures and debut-era Jungkook.

Thread after thread titled:

“The Truth About Jungkook’s Secret Daughter?”

“Who Is This Woman He’s Been Living With?”

“K-Idol Familygate – What We Know So Far”

My hands started shaking.

I didn’t know if I was going to pass out or throw up.

I slammed my phone face-down on the counter and pressed my hands to the marble like it might hold me still.

Eun Ae was in her room, humming while coloring.

Blissfully unaware.

Jungkook was due home in an hour.

And I didn’t know how to tell him.

I didn’t even know what to feel.

Part of me was furious- at the strangers, the media, the invasion.

Another part was ashamed, even though I’d done nothing wrong.

But the loudest part?

Terrified.

Not for me.

For her.

What happens now?

What do they say at school?

What if her name leaks?

What if someone tries to take her photo?

What if this beautiful life I finally started rebuilding gets ripped apart by people who don’t even know us?

I sat down.

Forced myself to breathe.

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When Jungkook came in through the door, the tension hit him before I could say anything.

He walked straight to me.

Saw the phone. The pale face. The silence.

“I saw,” he said.

My voice cracked. “How bad is it?”

He shrugged, but there was steel in his voice. “Bad. But not unexpected.”

“You’re calm.”

“I’ve had a few hours to feel everything else.”

“You’re not angry?”

“Oh, I’m angry.” He leaned in, brushed my hair behind my ear. “But not at you. Never at you.”

I blinked, tears stinging.

“They know, Jungkook. They know. And they’re not being kind.”

“They never were.”

“What if it gets worse?”

He looked me dead in the eye.

“Then let it.”

My breath caught.

“You’re not scared?”

“I’m scared of losing you again. Not of them.”

For the first time since opening my phone, I felt my body settle.

Not completely.

Not enough to smile.

But enough to stay still.

He reached for my hand and squeezed.

“Whatever happens next,” he said, voice low, “we meet it together.”

I nodded, even though my mind still screamed.

Because deep down, I knew the truth:

This was no longer about staying hidden.

It was about standing up.

And maybe-

It was finally our turn to be seen.

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The air in the HYBE conference room felt like bleach and blood pressure.

There were only three people sitting at the long table- two senior executives and my manager, looking like he wanted to sink through the floor.

They didn’t even wait for me to sit down.

“What the fuck were you thinking?” the woman at the head snapped.

I blinked. “Good morning.”

“Don’t be cute,” the other exec growled. “You were told not to engage. Not to confirm. Not to post. And then you say ‘my girls’ in a radio interview?! Are you out of your fucking mind?”

I stayed standing.

Calm.

Still.

Because I’d played this scene in my head a hundred times already.

And I wasn’t sorry.

“She is my girl,” I said evenly. “Both of them are.”

The table erupted.

“You have no idea what you’ve done,” the woman hissed, slamming her hand down on a stack of printed screenshots- photos of the café, the blurred school drop-offs, my hand in Y/N’s, the fan-captured video of Eun Ae calling me ‘Appa’ in a parking lot.

“You think this is about you? This is about the entire industry. The comeback. The brand partnerships. The fucking billions of won we’ve lined up for this year’s launch!”

“I never asked for billions,” I shot back. “I asked for a life.”

“You signed a contract. You don’t get to decide when you want to play family and when you want to be a solo artist with a redemption arc. You don’t get to be relatable dad-of-the-year just because you f-”

“Say her name.”

That shut the room up.

I stepped forward, slow and deliberate.

“Go ahead. Say her name. The one you keep dancing around. Say my daughter’s name.”

No one moved.

The male exec leaned back, scoffing. “This isn’t about her.”

“This is only about her.”

I planted both palms on the table and leaned in.

“She’s not a brand. She’s not a liability. She’s a seven-year-old girl who’s never asked for anything except to eat breakfast with both of her parents. And you think I’m gonna let you strip her down to a PR crisis?”

My manager finally spoke. “Jungkook… just calm down. We can navigate this-”

“No. You navigate it.”

I stood straight.

My jaw clenched.

“My job is to show up for her. For Y/N. I didn’t do that once. And I’ll hate myself for it for the rest of my life. But I’ll be damned if I sit here again and watch someone else tell me to disappear.”

The room was stone.

Then the woman laughed bitterly. “You really think your fans are just gonna roll over and accept this?”

“Some won’t,” I said. “Some already have. And some? Some have grown up. Just like I did.”

“Do you want us to pull you from the comeback?” the man asked coldly.

“No,” I said. “But if you do… I’ll survive.”

“You’ll crash.”

“Maybe. But at least I’ll be holding the right people when I hit the ground.”

He pushed back from the table.

“You’re making a mistake.”

“I made the mistake when I left her. I’m correcting it now.”

No one followed me when I walked out.

And for the first time in this building, in this skin, I didn’t feel like I was being cut down.

I felt like I was standing.

And I had no intention of sitting back down again.

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The knock on the door wasn’t loud.

But it was wrong.

The kind of knock that pauses your heart, not because you know who’s there- but because you don’t.

I peeked through the peephole.

A man with a camera.

And another across the street, holding his phone like it was aimed at a zoo enclosure.

I backed away slowly, blood roaring in my ears.

My phone buzzed from my coworker:

You okay? There’s photos of your house all over Instagram.

I wanted to throw up.

Eun Ae was sitting at the kitchen table, humming to herself and eating cereal with her stuffed flamingo in her lap, totally unaware of the circus gathering outside.

And I stood frozen like prey.

Not because I was ashamed.

But because I knew what they could do.

What they would do if given the chance.

I was ready to run.

I grabbed my keys.

My coat.

Eun Ae’s bag.

I didn’t even know where I was going- just away.

Jungkook walked in as I was lacing my boots.

He looked at me like I’d just torn the ceiling down.

“What are you doing?” he asked quietly.

���There’s press outside,” I whispered. “They found us.”

“I know.”

“You know?” I looked up at him, heart thudding. “And you’re not panicking?”

“No.”

“Why not?!”

He stepped closer.

“I’ve done that already. I panicked when I realized I left you behind. I panicked when I saw the photos. I panicked when HYBE told me to erase you like a PR stain.”

I flinched.

“And I’m done.”

I stared at him.

He pulled the laces from my hands, gently.

“Take the coat off, baby.”

“Jungkook- ”

“We’re not leaving.”

“There are cameras.”

“Let them take their pictures.”

“What if this gets worse?”

“Then it gets worse. And we keep loving each other anyway.”

My chest cracked.

“What if they go after her?”

“They will not touch her. You hear me?” His voice was low. Steel. “She’s not a story. She’s not for sale. She’s ours. And I will burn this city to the ground before I let someone turn her into anything less.”

My breath caught.

He reached up and cupped my face with both hands.

“Let them stand outside. Let them camp out. Let them whisper. We’re not moving. We’re not hiding. We are not ashamed.”

My whole body trembled.

And then I fell into him.

Not like a collapse.

Like a decision.

I let him wrap his arms around me and hold me there, right in the middle of our kitchen, right in the eye of the storm.

And for the first time since the leak, since the whispers, since the panic started building-

I felt safe.

That night, we sat on the balcony together.

Me, him, and the echo of camera shutters below.

He held my hand, fingers interlocked like the first time he ever touched me.

And I thought:

Let them watch.

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I just needed a second to breathe, to write out my mistakes like I always did when things started choking me from the inside.

I opened my notes app and wrote the one thing I  never want to say out loud- especially to her.

It wasn’t supposed to happen this way.

With everything going on now, the articles, cameras, rumor. I feel like I’m being stripped bare in front of the world. The doxxing has me crawling in my skin, waiting for something else to surface. Waiting for the part no one knows. The part I’ve never said out loud.

I didn’t just ghost her. I emotionally cheated. I let it happen.

Not physically. Never physically. I swear to God, we never met up. We never even FaceTimed. It was barely a month. But it was still wrong.

There was this other trainee- new, younger, always around. At first, she was just friendly. We were both sleep-deprived and wrecked during practice blocks. She made dumb jokes. I laughed. And I should’ve shut it down. I should’ve known what it was.

But I didn’t.

I was scared all the time. I didn’t know how to be a person and a product at the same time. Everything I did felt like it had consequences, except this secret little thing that made me feel seen. It felt like no one would ever find out. So I flirted back. Not a lot. Not overt. But enough.

And the guilt came fast. Heavy. Drowning.

Because I wasn’t with Y/N physically… but I was still hers. And I knew it. And I still let that line blur. I let someone else be the safe place I should’ve only ever had with her.

That’s why I blocked her. Not because I didn’t care. But because I couldn’t live with what I’d done. I couldn’t look her in the eye and not split in half from shame.

So I disappeared. I hated myself. I hate myself still.

This wasn’t who I wanted to be. I was young, yes. Stupid, yes. But I was also selfish.

And now, with everything coming out, all I can think is:

What if she finds out like this?

What if it leaks? What if this truth, the ugliest part of me, becomes a headline? What if I hurt her all over again?

She doesn’t know. She’s never known. Only the boys know.

It was one month of messages. Of a mistake I’ll never stop regretting. And I’ve tried every day since to be better than that moment. But I still don’t think I deserve her.

Maybe I never did.

I meant to delete it.

I was going to delete it.

But I got distracted. Eun Ae asked me to help her find her missing stuffed cat, and I left my phone on the couch.

I didn’t realize she was reading it until I came back and saw her.

Y/N.

Frozen, phone in her hand, eyes glassy and locked on mine like she couldn’t believe what was in front of her.

My chest dropped out.

“Y/N-”

She looked up, blinking slowly.

“You emotionally cheated on me?” Her voice cracked. “While I was trying to reach you every day? While I was sitting alone, terrified and pregnant?”

“I-” I swallowed hard. “It wasn’t like that.”

“Don’t lie to me.”

Her voice cracked, sharp and trembling.

“Jimin told me once,” she said suddenly, “at one of the concerts… he said something about you texting someone. Some girl who was ‘helping you cope.’” Her voice twisted on the word. “He said after. I thought it was after! I didn’t even connect it. But now- now you’re telling me it was while we were still talking?”

“I’m not. I swear- Y/N, I didn’t sleep with her, I didn’t even kiss her, I-”

“But you let her have pieces of you that were mine.” Her voice broke. “You chose her attention over mine.”

I stepped forward.

“I didn’t choose her.”

“You blocked me.” Her voice was louder now. “You left me, and then bonded with someone else while I was vomiting every morning and pretending I wasn’t falling apart, then blocked me!”

“I didn’t know!” I said, louder too now. “I didn’t know you were pregnant! I didn’t know you were still waiting for me!”

“You didn’t?! You knew I loved you,” she snapped. “You knew I trusted you.”

“And I hated myself for it!”

She flinched.

I forced the words out before I lost the nerve.

“I was scared. I was drowning in this new world. I didn’t know who I was without you, and I didn’t think I could be someone worthy of you while I was figuring everything else out. So I ran. I blocked you. And I found someone who didn’t make me feel like I’d ruined everything.”

“Congratulations,” she spat. “I hope it helped.”

“It didn’t.”

We stared at each other.

Breathless. Bitter. Breaking.

“I think about it every single day,” I said, voice cracking. “Every time I hear you laugh and I remember I almost forgot what it sounded like. Every time Eun Ae says my name and I realize I missed her first word. Every night I hold you and wonder how many nights you cried into a pillow I wasn’t there to fill. I know what I did. I live with it.”

She shook her head, eyes wet but furious.

“I moved here because I thought we were healing. I thought you were better. But I didn’t know the full story.”

“You do now.”

“I don’t know what to do with it.”

The silence was hot, tense, shaking.

Then I snapped.

“I’m not asking you to forget it! I’m asking you to see me now, Y/N! I’m still standing here, choosing you every single day! Doesn’t that count for something?”

She opened her mouth.

Closed it.

“I’m scared, Jungkook,” she whispered, suddenly small. “I don’t know how to trust you with everything again. I don’t know if I can watch it all fall apart twice. I can’t watch Eun Ae cry because you left. I can’t explain again why Appa doesn’t come home.”

My heart cracked.

I walked straight to her.

Grabbed her face in my hands.

And kissed her.

Hard.

Not to erase it.

But because I didn’t know how else to say please.

She gasped, caught off guard, but didn’t pull away.

Our bodies found each other like they always did- through fire, not forgiveness.

I whispered between kisses, “I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. I love you. I’m sorry.”

And she kissed me back like she’d been waiting to scream.

We moved without grace. Clothes pulled. Skin met skin. Need louder than fear.

I was inside her before I even caught my breath.

I held her tightly, my fingers digging into her waist as if I could anchor us both to this moment. Her body trembled against mine, her breath ragged as she clung to me like a lifeline. I pressed my lips to her forehead, her cheek, her jaw, desperate to soothe the ache in her eyes.

“I’m here,” I murmured, my voice hoarse. “I’m not going anywhere. You hear me?”

She nodded, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer. “I’m scared. What if- what if this doesn’t work? What if this messes everything up for her?”

Eun Ae. The thought of the weight of her future, was a shadow that loomed over us both. I kissed her again, harder this time, my hands roaming down her back, pulling her closer until there was no space between us. 

“We’ll make it work,” I growled against her lips. “Together. Always together.”

She moaned softly as I shifted, my hips pressing against hers, my cock still buried deep inside her. The tension between us wasn’t gone, but it had shifted, transformed into something raw and primal. 

I rolled us onto the bed, her body beneath mine, her legs wrapping around my waist as if to keep me from ever leaving.

“Kook,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I- I need you.”

I didn’t need her to say more. I thrust into her, slow and deliberate, watching her face as her eyes fluttered closed, her lips parting in a silent plea. 

I leaned down, capturing her mouth with mine, our kisses desperate and hungry. My hands gripped her hips, guiding her movements as I set a rhythm that had us both gasping for breath.

“You’re mine,” I growled, my voice thick with need. “Always.”

She nodded, her hands clawing at my back, her nails digging into my skin.

I moved faster, harder, the bed creaking beneath us as our bodies collided. The room was a blur of heat and sweat, the only sounds were our ragged breaths and the wet slap of skin on skin. 

I kissed her neck, her collarbone, her breasts, leaving a trail of desperate kisses as I worshipped her body, my body.

“Fuck,” she moaned, her head thrown back, her hair spilling across the pillow. “Harder. Please.”

I gripped her thighs, pulling her closer as I drove into her with a ferocity that had her crying out, her voice a mix of pleasure and pain.

Her hands found my face, pulling me back to her, her lips seeking mine in a kiss that was equal parts desperation and devotion.

“I love you,” I said into her mouth.

She moaned.

Then, finally-

“I love you too.”

I stopped.

The world stopped.

I pulled back just enough to see her tear-lined face beneath me.

“Say it again.” I kissed her again, my heart pounding in my chest, my body on the brink.

“I love you,” she whispered.

Again.

“I love you.”

Again.

She nodded, lip trembling. “I love you.”

And I fell apart in her arms. My body shuddering as I came, my name on her lips like a prayer. I collapsed on top of her, my breath ragged, my heart still racing. She wrapped her arms around me, holding me close as if she could keep me there forever.

“We’ll be okay,” I whispered, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. “I promise.”

She didn’t respond, but her grip tightened, her body relaxing beneath mine. 

The room was quiet, the only sound was our intertwined breaths and the faint hum of the world outside. I kissed her again, softer this time, my lips brushing against hers as I pulled back just enough to look into her eyes.

“You’re not alone,” I said, my voice steady. “Never alone.”

She smiled, a small, tremulous smile that cracked something open in my chest. “I know,” she whispered.

She curled up against my chest, hand splayed over my heart like she was making sure it stayed there.

She fell asleep before I did.

I stared at the ceiling, pulse still buzzing.

And I knew-

I’m going ask her to marry me.

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The practice room was quiet except for the sound of the mop hitting the floor. Jimin was cleaning up the last of the sweat streaks, his shirt sticking to his back. Namjoon sat in the corner with his water bottle, scrolling his phone, looking up every so often to check on me.

I just sat on the floor, head tipped back against the mirror, chest still heaving from the last run-through.

They’d both known something was wrong all day.

It wasn’t even subtle.

My voice cracked on two notes I never missed. I was half a beat late in formations.

When practice was officially over, no one really left. They lingered, one by one, like they knew I’d finally say it if they just waited long enough.

Jimin was the one who finally dropped his mop and sat cross-legged in front of me.

“Kook,” he said softly. “What’s going on.”

My throat tightened.

Namjoon didn’t look up, but he stopped scrolling.

I wiped a hand down my face. “She… read something.”

Jimin frowned. “Read what?”

“My phone. My Notes app.”

Jimin blinked. Namjoon’s eyes flicked up sharply.

“Did you write something to her?” Jimin asked.

I huffed a humorless laugh.

“No. I wrote it for myself. It was…” I trailed off, pressing my lips together so hard they hurt.

Namjoon’s voice was quiet. “What did it say?”

I squeezed my eyes shut. The words scrawled in my messy handwriting burned behind my eyelids.

“That I didn’t just ghost her. That I emotionally cheated. That I let someone else in, even if it was stupid and small and only for a month. That I still hate myself for it. That I remember how she must have cried when I stopped answering.”

Silence fell like a dropped weight.

Jimin inhaled slowly, his jaw tight.

Namjoon didn’t react much, but his eyes were deep and knowing.

I swallowed. “I didn’t mean for her to see it. I was gonna delete it. But… I was helping Eun Ae find her stuffed cat and I left my phone on the couch.”

Jimin let out a shaky exhale.

Namjoon nodded once. “And she read it.”

“Yeah.”

I couldn’t even look at them.

“She lost it,” I whispered. “We both did. She said she couldn’t even look at me. That she hated that she didn’t know. That it felt like I’d lied every day since I came back.”

Jimin’s eyes were glassy.

Namjoon’s voice stayed steady. “Did you lie?”

“No,” I snapped. Then my voice broke. “But I didn’t tell her. And I should have. I should have.”

Namjoon leaned forward. “What happened after?”

My mouth twisted.

“We fought,” I said hoarsely. “We… we said ugly things. Then we said everything. Then we… I don’t know. We didn’t make up. We just…” I dropped my head into my hands. “We fell apart. We had sex. It was… good. Too good. It didn’t fix it. I didn’t fix it.”

Silence.

Jimin’s hand closed over my knee, firm.

“You love her,” he said.

I let out a choked noise, “More than anything.”

Namjoon cleared his throat. “You want to marry her, don’t you.”

The admission ripped out of me.

“Yes,” I said, voice cracking. “God, yes. I want to marry her. I want to give her everything. I want to be her husband. Eun Ae’s father. I want to do this right. I’m just so fucking scared I can’t be the man she deserves.”

Neither of them spoke for a moment.

Then Jimin squeezed my knee harder.

“Then you figure it out. And you don’t run this time.”

Namjoon’s voice was low.

“Let her see you fight for her, Jungkook. Even if you’re terrified.”

I dropped my head, shoulders shaking.

And I let myself cry because it was true.

All of it.

I wasn’t afraid to love her. I was just afraid I’d lose her again.

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A week later, I asked Namjoon to come with me. He didn’t even blink. Just nodded, told me he’d clear his afternoon. We met at a little café first, because I was so fucking jittery I thought I’d throw up if I went straight to the store. He sat across from me, sipping an americano like it was the easiest thing in the world, while I sat there with my hood up, fingers drumming so hard the table shook.

“You’re gonna snap it in half,” he said calmly.

“Hyung.”

He lifted an eyebrow.

I let out a ragged sigh. “I don’t even know why I’m nervous. I already know the ring.”

Namjoon blinked. “You do?”

I nodded slowly, chewing my lip. “She told me once. When we were sixteen. We were in the back of my dad’s car after I drove us to a random parking lot. It was late and we were talking about everything- college, getting old together, what we wanted someday. She laughed and said if anyone ever proposed with a ring like that, she’d immediately say yes.”

Namjoon’s brow lifted. “And you remembered that?”

I looked at him like he’d lost his mind.

“I would never forget that.”

Namjoon’s face softened and he shook his head a little. “God, you’re in it.”

“I’ve been in it.”

We walked down the block toward the store. I kept glancing over my shoulder, heart thudding like a threat.

Namjoon noticed.

“No one’s following us,” he said.

“You don’t know that.”

“If they want to speculate, let them.” He shrugged. “Buy her the damn ring.”

I wiped my sweaty palms on my jeans and took a deep breath before pushing open the door.

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Inside, the jeweler looked up with polite surprise but didn’t say my name. Bless him. Namjoon stood next to me like a security detail. The guy asked if we needed help, and for a moment nothing came out of my mouth.

Namjoon cleared his throat. “He’s looking for an engagement ring.”

My ears went hot.

The jeweler smiled warmly. “Any particular style?”

“Yes,” I blurted.

I pointed straight to the case.

“Second tray. Bottom row. That one.”

The man raised an eyebrow. “You’re sure?”

I didn’t hesitate. “I’ve never been more sure about anything.”

Namjoon watched me with something between amusement and respect. “You dragged me out here for moral support and you already knew where it was?”

I shrugged. “Just needed backup.”

He let out a quiet laugh. “Idiot.”

The jeweler carefully lifted the ring and laid it on black velvet. It looked exactly the way I remembered her describing it that night in my dad’s car. Simple. Honest. A quiet kind of beautiful that didn’t need to ask for attention- it was just perfect.

The guy asked if I wanted to see matching bands and I shook my head. “Just the engagement ring.”

I swallowed hard. “And one more thing. A bracelet. For a little girl.”

“For your daughter?” the jeweler asked kindly.

“Yeah.”

He brought out a tray of tiny charm bracelets. I chose one with a small heart and E charm. Namjoon raised an eyebrow.

“For Eun Ae,” I murmured. “So Y/N doesn’t suspect anything if she sees the bag.”

Namjoon’s lips curved. “Smart.”

I paid for both, my hands shaking as I tucked the small box deep into my coat pocket. When we stepped back onto the street, the sun hit me square in the face, warm and blinding.

I felt like I’d just done something irreversible.

But I didn’t regret a second of it.

Namjoon bumped my shoulder lightly.

“You ready?”

“No.”

“Scared?”

“Terrified.”

He grinned.

“Good.”

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When I got home, the sun was low enough to catch on the porch steps. I felt the bag in my hand like it was buzzing. My heart was thudding so loud it felt like it was trying to escape.

I pushed open the door and heard her before I saw her.

“Appa!!”

Eun Ae flew at me, arms wide. I dropped the bag on the table just in time to catch her.

“Hey, tiger,” I whispered, pressing my nose to her hair. She smelled like crayons and shampoo. Like everything I’d missed.

She pulled back just enough to look at me. “Did you get me anything?”

I tried not to laugh at how blunt she was. I reached into the bag, fingers shaking just a little, and pulled out the tiny box.

Her eyes went huge.

“Is it for me?”

“Yeah,” I rasped, voice tight. “For you.”

She tore it open with clumsy fingers. Inside was the charm bracelet- simple, light, with a little E and a heart charm.

Eun Ae shrieked.

“Mama!! Look!!”

Y/N was leaning against the hallway arch, arms folded. Watching.

She tried to hide her smile, but I saw it.

“It’s beautiful,” she told our daughter.

“Appa picked it!”

I felt my chest squeeze so tight it hurt.

She let me put it on her wrist. She kissed my cheek in thanks, then ran off to show her stuffed cat.

The second she was gone, the silence grew too big. Y/N didn’t say anything. Just watched me with those eyes that could see too much.

I cleared my throat.

She turned to go, but I caught her wrist.

“Please. Can we… can we talk?”

She hesitated. Then nodded.

We sat on the couch, far apart at first. My knee bouncing. Her arms folded.

Finally, I broke.

“I need to say it again,” I blurted. “About that note. About everything.”

She went still.

My voice cracked, “I did emotionally cheat on you. Even if it was only talking. Even if it was just for a month. Even if I didn’t touch her. I let it happen. I let myself drift. I didn’t fight for you. And then I didn’t even have the guts to explain. I just blocked you. Walked away. I ghosted you like you didn’t mean anything. And you-”

I swallowed hard.

“You deserved better than that. You deserve better than me.”

She didn’t interrupt. Didn’t save me.

I kept going.

“I hate that it happened. I hate the person I was then. I hate knowing I made you cry. That I wasn’t there for you when you needed me. That you had to do everything alone. That you had to be brave enough for both of us.”

Her lips parted, but no words came out.

I shook my head.

“I’m so fucking grateful you let me back in. Even a little. Even like this. That you let me know her. That you let me help. I know it doesn’t fix anything. I know I can’t change what I did. But I’ll spend every day trying to be the man you and she deserve.”

My chest was heaving.

She didn’t speak for the longest time. Just sat there, eyes wet. Then she let out a breath.

“Come here,” she whispered.

I hesitated.

But then she reached for me and I practically fell into her arms. Her fingers dug into my hoodie. My face pressed to her neck.

I felt her shaking. I felt myself breaking.

We didn’t kiss. We didn’t promise anything. We just held on.

And for that moment on the couch, with the quiet of our house around us and our daughter’s giggles echoing down the hall, it was enough.

It was everything.

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It started with a knock on the bathroom door.

I was brushing Eun Ae’s hair into pigtails when Jungkook peeked in, eyes soft but buzzing with something unspoken.

“Hey,” he said, rocking a little on his heels. “So I was thinking… what if we had a night? Just you and me?”

I blinked. “Like a date?”

“Exactly like a date. I already texted one of the stylists to see if she’d babysit overnight. She’s free. And I made a reservation.”

I turned to look at him fully.

“You made a reservation?”

He grinned. “Rooftop place we used to talk about going to, remember? The one we couldn’t afford back then.”

My stomach flipped. The one with the fairy lights and the string quartet and the window seats with views of the whole city?

“You want to go there?”

“I want to take you there,” he said. “Tonight.”

Eun Ae squealed beside me, clearly thrilled about a babysitter and the excuse to stay up past her bedtime with a bowl of popcorn and her favorite cartoons.

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I tried to act chill.

I failed immediately.

The moment Jungkook left the room, I was already texting my best friend:

Y/N: MAYDAY 🚨 Emergency outfit help. I think he’s taking me on a REAL date.

She FaceTimed me within seconds.

“What’s happening?!”

I flopped on the bed like a teenager. “I don’t know! He just looked at me all soft and smiley and said he wanted to take me out. Like OUT out.”

“Are you kidding me?! Girl, if you don’t wear something that screams fuck me stupid-”

“I have the dress,” I whispered like we were conspiring against the government. “It’s black. Silk. I’ve been waiting for an excuse to wear it.”

“Wear the earrings too.”

“I can’t believe I’m nervous.”

“Good. That means it matters.”

I laughed, biting my lip as I flipped through my closet. “I haven’t felt this… giddy in forever.”

What I didn’t realize was that Jungkook was standing outside the bedroom door.

With a bottle of water.

And a smile that said he heard every word.

When I caught him five minutes later, leaning against the hallway wall like he was innocent, I narrowed my eyes.

“What?”

He shrugged. “Nothing.”

But he kissed my cheek like I’d already said yes to more than just dinner.

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She didn’t know it yet, but I’d been planning this since the moment she said “I love you.”

Hell, maybe longer.

Maybe since the zoo.

Maybe since that first soundcheck.

Maybe since the second I first saw- white dress, bare feet, laughing on the swingset, and beautiful enough to wreck everything I thought I wanted.

I’d been carrying the ring in my pocket for three days.

Burning a hole in my coat.

Whispering to me every time I caught her humming while cooking. Every time Eun Ae called out “Appa!” with that little tilt in her smile that only she and I shared.

It wasn’t flashy.

That’s not who she is.

But it was hers.

White gold. Thin band. A soft, low-set round diamond. Just like she described when we were sixteen, laughing in the back of a borrowed car.

“So I won’t catch it on the diaper bag zipper,” she’d joked.

She hadn’t even been pregnant yet. I wasn't even accepted as a trainee yet. 

But now we have a daughter. A home.

And I wanted to give her back everything I stole- including the right to choose this time.

We rode the elevator up to the rooftop. Her hand never left mine. She looked nervous but radiant. Like she felt it coming and didn’t know where to put all the feelings.

The restaurant was glowing. Candles. Fairy lights. Music low and swaying like wind through trees. It didn’t look real. But she did.

She laughed over pasta.

Held her wine glass with both hands like she didn’t trust herself not to spill.

Kept tucking her hair behind her ear while I tried not to fall in love with her all over again.

The whole time, I kept touching my pocket.

Eventually I stood and asked her to come look at the view.

We walked to the edge of the rooftop, just the two of us and the whole city glittering below.

She was mid-sentence about the shape of the moon when I dropped to one knee.

She froze.

Like time broke in half.

I opened the box and looked up at the only girl I’ve ever loved.

“I’ve hurt you more than I ever should’ve. And still… you came back. You held my hand when they pointed cameras. You let me hold our daughter like I hadn’t missed seven birthdays.”

Her eyes were already shining.

“I don’t want to waste another second waiting. It’s you. It’s always been you. Not just the girl I left. The woman you are now- strong, brilliant, brave. So beautiful I can’t breathe when you look at me.”

She covered her mouth, but I saw the tears fall anyway.

“I don’t care what the label says. I don’t care what ARMY says. I don’t care if we get followed or picked apart or turned into gossip. What we have? What we rebuilt? It’s real. It’s ours. And I want to spend the rest of my life showing the world how lucky I am that you believed in us.”

I took her hand in mine.

“Let’s make it permanent.”

She choked on a sound that was part sob, part laugh.

“Y/N,” I whispered. “Will you marry me?”

She nodded before her voice worked.

Then she dropped to her knees, kissed me breathless, and whispered, “Yes.”

Over and over.

“Yes. Yes. Yes.”

The ring slipped onto her finger like it had always belonged there.

We didn’t even stay for dessert.

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We stumbled into our house like we were on fire- hands in hair, mouths in motion, love pouring out in every breathless gasp.

The world outside melted away, leaving only the two of us, consumed by a hunger that had been building since the moment I slipped that ring onto her finger. 

The rooftop restaurant felt like a distant memory now, replaced by the urgent need to feel her, to taste her, to lose ourselves in each other.

The front door slammed shut behind us, the sound echoing through the empty hallway as I pressed her against the wall, my lips crashing against hers. Her hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer, as if she could erase the distance. 

“Kook,” she whispered, my name a prayer on her lips, a word that felt like home. 

I groaned, my body already aching for her, my hands sliding down her waist to grip her ass, lifting her effortlessly. She wrapped her legs around me, her soft moans fueling the fire burning in my veins.

“I love you,” I murmured against her neck, my lips brushing her skin as I carried her toward the bedroom.

Her fingers dug into my shoulders, her breath coming in short gasps. “I love you too,” she replied, her voice trembling with desire. 

We collapsed onto the bed, our bodies moving in sync as if they’d been waiting for this moment all along. Her dress was a hindrance, a barrier I couldn’t stand any longer. 

I tore it off, my eyes drinking in the sight of her- her curves, her skin, the way the engagement ring glinted softly in the dim light as her hand rested on her chest. 

She was mine, and I was hers, and nothing else mattered.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I growled, my lips trailing down her neck, her collarbone, my hands cupping her breasts. 

She arched into my touch, her head falling back as she moaned my name. 

“Kook, please,” she begged, her voice thick with need. I smirked, my lips brushing her ear. 

“Please what, baby? Tell me what you want.”

“You,” she whispered, her hands pulling me down to her. “I want you. All of you.”

My lips found hers again, our kisses hungry and desperate, our tongues tangling in a dance as old as time. My hands roamed her body, worshipping every inch of her, my fingers tracing the curves of her waist, the swell of her hips, the softness of her thighs. 

She was a masterpiece, and I was determined to savor every detail.

Her hands tugged at my shirt, and I ripped it off, my chest pressing against hers as I kissed my way down her body. Her skin was like silk under my lips, her breath hitching as I nipped at her nipples, my tongue swirling around them until she was squirming beneath me. 

“Kook,” she gasped, her hands threading through my hair. “Don’t tease me.”

I chuckled, my lips brushing her stomach as I trailed kisses lower. “Who said I was teasing?”

Before she could respond, my mouth was between her thighs, my tongue parting her folds with a hunger that matched her own. 

She tasted like heaven, like home, like everything I’d ever wanted. I groaned, my hands gripping her hips as I lapped at her, my tongue flicking her clit, my fingers slipping inside her wet heat. She was so tight, so ready, and I was determined to make her scream my name.

“Fuck,” she moaned, her hands gripping the sheets as her body arched off the bed. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

I smirked against her, my lips brushing her sensitive skin. “I wouldn’t dream of it, baby.”

Her walls clenched around my fingers as she teetered on the edge, her breath coming in sharp gasps.

I sucked her clit into my mouth, my tongue working her in slow, deliberate circles, and she shattered, her body trembling as she cried out my name. 

Her release was a symphony, her juices flooding my mouth as I drank her in, my fingers still pumping inside her until she was a quivering mess beneath me.

“Thank you,” I whispered, my lips pressing a soft kiss to her thigh as I pulled away. 

She blinked up at me, her chest heaving, her eyes glazed with desire. 

“For what?” she asked, her voice hoarse.

“For being mine,” I replied, my heart swelling with gratitude. “For saying yes. For loving me.”

She reached up, her fingers brushing my cheek, her smile soft and full of love. “I’ll always love you, Kook.”

I kissed her then, slow and deep, our lips moving in perfect harmony as I positioned myself between her thighs. 

Her legs wrapped around my waist, her hands pulling me closer as she guided me to her entrance. I paused, my eyes locking with hers, my heart pounding in my chest. 

“Ready?” I asked, my voice rough with need.

She nodded, her lips curving into a small smile. She didn’t need to talk. 

I thrust into her, our bodies connecting with a primal urgency that left us both breathless. She was so tight, so wet, her walls gripping me like a vice as I filled her completely. 

“Fuck,” I groaned, my head falling back as I savored the sensation. “You feel so good, baby.”

She moaned, her nails digging into my back as she rocked her hips against mine. “Kook, move, please.”

I smirked, my lips brushing her ear as I began to thrust, slow and deliberate at first, then faster, harder, our bodies slapping together in a rhythm that was both primal and tender. 

Her breath came in sharp gasps, her walls clenching around me with every stroke, her moans filling the room. 

“I’m close,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

“Me too, baby,” I growled, my hands gripping her hips as I pounded into her, our bodies moving as one. “Cum for me. Let me feel you fall apart.”

Her release was sudden and fierce, her body shaking as she cried out my name, her walls milking me in a way that sent me over the edge.

I followed her, my orgasm ripping through me like a storm, my seed spilling deep inside her as I shouted her name.

We collapsed in a tangle of limbs, our hearts pounding, our breaths ragged. I pulled her into my arms, her head resting on my chest, the engagement ring glinting softly in the low light. 

“I love you,” I murmured, my fingers tracing the curves of her face. “Thank you again.”

She smiled, her lips brushing mine. “For what?”

“For being my home,” I replied, my voice thick with emotion. “For giving me a second chance.”

She kissed me then, soft and sweet, her love pouring into me with every touch, every word, every breath. As she drifted off to sleep against my chest, I held her tighter, my heart full, my soul at peace. 

I knew, in that moment, that I would never let go again.

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I woke up with the ring still on my finger.

It caught the early sunlight and threw little prisms onto the ceiling.

Like magic.

Like proof.

For a minute, I just watched it sparkle.

I didn’t move. I didn’t breathe too hard.

I didn’t want to wake up in a world where it was gone.

Jungkook was still sleeping beside me- chest rising steady, hand splayed over his stomach, hair wild and soft.

He looked young like this.

Like the boy who promised me forever in a playground before either of us knew what forever cost.

Now we knew.

And still… he asked again.

I kissed his shoulder and slipped out of bed, smiling like my body didn’t know how to hold anything else.

I padded to the kitchen in my tank top and one of his sweatpants. Made coffee. Stared at the mug in my hands like it might start singing.

I’m engaged.

To Jungkook.

The man who left. 

The man who came back. 

The man who is still here.

It was real.

Until my phone buzzed.

Then buzzed again.

I ignored the first two notifications. Probably just group chats.

But when the third one said:

“Is this the ring???”

(followed by a blurry zoomed-in screenshot of my hand on Jungkook’s arm exiting from the rooftop restaurant that someone had clearly taken through a window)

My chest collapsed in on itself.

I opened Instagram.

Twitter.

There it was.

Not trending.

Not confirmed.

But out there.

People dissecting the photo. Circling the ring. Saying things like:

“That’s an engagement ring.”

“It’s a diamond, same as the rumor.”

“Girl on the rooftop is the same one from the zoo.”

“If this is real istg I’m gonna kms if he actually has a kid.”

I set the phone down too fast. It skittered across the counter and landed with a thud.

My fingers went numb.

Because it wasn’t just the speculation.

It was that they were right.

They had enough pieces now to build a story.

And soon they wouldn’t need guesses anymore.

I leaned against the fridge and tried to slow my breathing.

I was engaged.

To someone the world didn’t want me to have.

With a child the world wasn’t supposed to know existed.

I loved him.

I believed him.

But how long could we survive in the in-between?

The sound of tiny footsteps saved me from my own spiral.

Eun Ae ran in, messy-haired and beaming. She climbed into my arms like nothing was wrong and pressed a kiss to my cheek.

“Morning, Mommy,” she whispered. “I dreamed you were a princess and Appa was a knight and you got married on top of a mountain.”

I blinked fast.

Tightened my arms around her.

“Yeah?” I said softly. “What happened next?”

She grinned.

“You got a puppy.”

I laughed- sharp and choked and real.

The door creaked. Jungkook appeared in the hallway, rubbing his eyes, shirtless and drowsy.

He saw us.

Saw my face

And immediately walked over, kissed my temple, and whispered, “You okay?”

I nodded.

But I wasn’t sure it was the truth.

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When I was in elementary school, I was labeled as a gifted kid, and I got my work done early and quickly, 100s on every test and assignment, and I was a perfectionist (I'm talking, one time in kindergarten I couldn't figure out how to write the "T" in my name with the lines intersecting correctly or even getting them to intersect, so the teacher left me in the classroom all during the lunch period while I worked on it, and I was so absorbed in my work I didn't realise that other people were gone and I got freaked out levels of perfectionism). I only ever really had one friend every grade, and by some stroke of sheer "fuck you" luck, each year whatever new friend I made would move away.

Once I got to intermediate school, I had a bit more of a difficult time, especially with the social aspect. People in my grade made up a me-exclusive 'cooties', called the "*my deadname*-touch". A girl told me she couldn't be seen being friends with me. I had no friends all year and sat alone at lunch and during class. My grades started slipping, just not quite enough for my parents to notice.

In middle school, I started struggling in school, hard. People made up a rumor that I'd made a rumor about someone's sister being pregnant, and I was followed after lunch every day for a week with a pack of 10-15 girls cussing me out and calling me a bitch, a stupid fucker, a hoe. My grades fell a lot. I also got diagnosed with ADHD, depression, and anxiety at this time. My assignments got turned in late a lot of the time, but it was sort of okay, at least now that I had ADHD meds.

By the time I was to junior high, I could barely keep up with my school work, and had constant missing assignments. My grades probably averaged around 50s-80s, with a few hundreds here and there, but a lot more below-40s. I didn't have any friends, except for one or two people who both moved away at the end of the year.

By my first year of high school, I had to leave school in the middle of the day multiple times due to having breakdowns. I was late to nearly every class, and I was missing so many assignments that I never had any free time at home. I had assignments graded anywhere from 20s to 90s. I was bullied constantly.

By my second year, I was struggling even more. I was better about getting to class on time, but I kept on missing more assignments. I started hearing about autism at this time. I had one or two friends that I hung out with, but we didn't share any classes.

By my third year, I forced myself to create a schedule for every week of the school year: name of assignment, class it was for, due date, colour-coded by priority, estimated time it would take me to do it. I got a little better at getting my work done, and my grades rose. I was wearing headphones nearly all the time now because otherwise I would have breakdowns in school. It was at this time that I was finally diagnosed with autism spectrum disorder. I at least had friends in some of my classes; we would play Smash Bros together during free time in class or during the free period.

By my fourth year, I had made a brand new scheduling system: everything from the previous year's scheduling system, plus name of teacher on each assignment, as well as hyperlinking each assignment in the schedule to the document. Each Google doc Page was a week, bullet points subdivided by day, by class, by assignment. I had a full rainbow of priority levels, and I had the bell schedule taking up a while page; both normal and late start, class name, teacher name, everything. I hyperlinked everything, I had every assignment marked during any class period I worked on it, and if I missed even a single school day I nearly had a breakdown, because without my scheduling system, I couldn't function. This is a screenshot of just one week on the aforementioned schedule (I copied all the schoolwork files and docs into a backup account):

This was the level of categorising I needed just to be able to function in school. At this point, I still had to go home sometimes early from school; after a counselor verbally abused me and tried to take my bag, I was scared to go to school. My parents refused to let me take the headphones to school, saying I was using them as a crutch. Every time I heard someone smack their lips or pop bubble gum, I would visibly flinch, even trying to repress it, and I would cry. My parents and three younger sisters would all tell me to stop overreacting and I 'just needed to get used to it'. I did have a group of friends to sit with in the morning, but we didn't share any classes. I felt left behind by all my peers, even still; my fellow seniors in choir all seemed to know each other and hang out and enjoy being around each other, but when they interacted with me, it felt similar to how you interact with a younger kid.

I had been a gifted kid for my entire school experience. My parents, even after seeing me struggle so much, would still say "But you're so gifted," "You've always done so well in school," "You're overreacting, you can't solve the problem by crying," and more things like this.

STOP the gifted kid bullshit. By placing children on a pedestal when they didn't have the right things to stay balanced, you are dooming them to crash and fall, and then getting mad that they can't balance on the metaphorical equivalent of a toddler's stack of blocks. Other kids get to have the chance to learn how to socially interact, how to take notes, how to learn and grow and develop these life skills. Like being able to build a staircase up to the pedestal, they can have foundations to use to do things in the real world. Gifted kids get plopped up there and scolded and get disappointed in whenever they can't hold up the weight of expectations on their shoulders, when they can't balance on the pedestal because no one let them learn how to.

people misunderstand what ‘gifted kid’ actually means but it’s ok it’s fine it’s cool it’s good

[babyybrii]

❦ things stalker simon does while i work on part three ❧

part one. part two.

a/n: just some headcannons to keep yall fed while i write part three, im sorry abt the wait guys🧍🏻‍♀️lmk if you wanna be taken off/added to the tag list!

warnings: dark content, sexual content, dubious consent, voyeurism, stalking/surveillance, non-consensual watching/recording. 18+

has multiple hidden cameras across your house. most of them in your bedroom. he watches your eating patterns, sleeping patterns, pays attention to what shows you like, how you dress. he watches you every time you touch yourself. loses it when you eventually start talking to the cameras, “i know you’re watching me, simon.”

he has an entire photo album hidden on an encrypted hard drive labeled with your name—pictures of you sleeping, getting dressed, laughing. videos of you touching yourself. screenshots from the cameras he placed in your bedroom, living room, shower. he spends hours watching them like it’s his favorite show.

he leaves filthy notes tucked under your pillow or into your coat pocket. hand-written in black ink. “you looked so pretty touching yourself last night. next time, leave the light on.”

he jerks off to the sound of your voice when you’re on the phone with friends—doesn’t matter what you’re talking about. just hearing you giggle while he grunts your name under his breath is enough to send him over the edge.

sometimes he calls your phone and doesn’t say anything. just listens to your breathing. hears you get scared. hears you whisper, “simon?” he hangs up with his cock in his hand, breathless. “fuck, she knows.”

he watches your eating patterns obsessively—knows what days you skip meals, when you only eat junk, when you don’t drink enough water. he starts leaving things. protein bars in your mailbox. electrolyte packets by your front door. always your favorites. “you take better care of yourself when you know i’m watching. my good girl.”

he tracks your period. knows when you’re hungrier, more tired, emotional. he notices when your cramps hit hard—when you curl up in bed early or plug in your heating pad. “hurts, doesn’t it, love? i’ll fix it. someday you’ll have my baby in there instead.”

he lowkey trains you from afar, coaching you silently through your toys while you touch yourself. “two fingers tonight. open that little pussy up for me.”

when you cry he watches the whole thing from a dark corner of your room. hidden in the shadows. heart pounding. wishing he could crawl into your bed and hold you.

one night you lit candles and touched yourself in bed. soft moans, hips rocking slow. you whispered his name into the dark. he came untouched.

when you’re out with another guy, he follows you both. watches from the parking lot. fingers twitching over the trigger of his gun.

you mentioned once that you hated how some coworker commented on your outfit—called it “distracting.” next day? that guy called in sick. next week? transferred to a new location.

Taglist: @ittybittyboos @blueeyedbrat0716 @your-internet-tenshi @treessniffing @poltergeist404 @aztecbrujeria @laduenadelswing @shinebright2000 @mouthfuloffilth

[ablobwhowrites]

Is it bad I want shredder y/n to be like pretty like some reporter manages to get a picture of them without their helmet now all his goons have to work double time to keep the creeps/heros/villains away from the leader they love

(1987 shredder is pretty to me personally like with and without the helmet, I'd love him regardless but y/n is cooked.)

That reporter must have had the best camera cause every other picture is very very blurry of him because of y/n being to far away but that was basically the money shot for any reporter but oh my god if the thirst for y/n wasn't bad it's now orse cause a man who can do both, they people of Gotham, metropolis and basically the world wants this man more. Like social media exists in this universe and y/n luckily doesn't go onto social media much because of his whole wanting to do world domination and stuff but the people want y/n more than anything like y/n now has more thirst edits of him and fan art some how.

Shredder Y/n after the new photo of him hits the air and seeing the new comments under his posts like:

Flash also has taken about 1,000 screenshots of that picture alone plus imagining just karai is like "I have seen my dad's face...don't know what's so special about it." Karai has no idea why the heros, villains and civilians want her dad so much but is genuinely concerned when she sees Batman have a picture of shredder y/n with the specific picture with y/n without the mask and then just tucking it into his utility belt pocket. She is concerned as what the hell do these civilians, heros and villains what with her dad dude.

Shredder y/n: "oh that photo with my face revealed? Well the picture is so pixilated I don't think it really matters, tigerclaw."

*Batman loading ever pixel in the bat cave until it's a crystal clear picture if y/n's face.*

I imagine it's one of the kinda bad pixelated photos that you kinda can see his face but doesn't really look like a person but I know Batman is sitting in the bat cave having eve pixel smoothed out to see y/n's face and cause y/n has the best face card. Y/n is going to tweak out cause very one want's the take off his mask to see his face to maybe get a close up photo and ever goon, henchmen and footclan soldier is working overtime to keep them away because y/n has to stay in the lair for so long because y/n can't even do normal crime like robbing a bank without the bank teller asking if he's free tonight. Like hell no he isn't, hes a full time villain and he needs to get his bag.

I'm going with the justice league unlimited show and with how many heros are in that show. Y/n is absolutely cooked because flash is shooting his shot ever time y/n is forced to be there, black canary is flirting and wanting to at least get to see y/n's face herself but of course y/n declines as y/n never showed anyone his face but doesn't know Batman had accidentally showed flash the improved Picture of y/n's face and then flash told everyone so yeah plus superman just contained himself as he has x ray vision and saw y/n's face a long time ago but now he could maybe ask if y/n could go with him to eat some time.

Also side note should I give shredder y/n his own krang guy or just keep it a henchman? I really love the dynamic those two have in the 1987 show but what do you guys think?

(Anyways! That's it for my yap session for today! Hopefully you guys like it and if you do please don't be shy and request any ideas for stories or y/n's you have! But for now please stay safe and drink water!)

[inacatastrophicmind]

How I make my gifs.

This is a tutorial for @misskittyspuffy

NOTE: I use Windows, so if you’re a MAC user some of the key shortcuts will probably change, but the process is basically the same. Also, my tools are in Spanish, so I will try my best to translate things as accurate as possible.

We're going to make this gif:

For making my gifs I use two tools, KMPlayer to make the screencaps and Photoshop to make the gif in itself. The version of KMPlayer that I use is 4.1.1.5, because the newer versions always crash. And for Photoshop I use Photoshop 2023.

IMPORTANT: I always recommend using good quality videos, like 720p or above, because it will make the job easier.

First thing I need to do is get the screencaps, so I open KMPlayer and open the video I want to make the gifs from. I go to the scene I want to gif and I press crtl+g, but you can also do that by going to Capture -> Image: Extract

Now a window will appear and you’ll have to select where do you want to store the screencaps, the type of format of the images, the quantity, and the size.

For the folder, pick whatever folder you like, but for the rest, the format must be PNG because it’s the best quality. For the number of screenshots, pick continuous, and for the size, select original size.

Here’s an image of the things that have to be marked.

Make sure these options are selected and then, press play, and when the scene you want to gif comes up, press the Start button to begin making the screencaps. The video will slow down then, showing you the progress of what is being captured. Once you think you have all the screencaps you need, press Stop.

Then, go to the folder you previously picked to store your screenshots.

As you can see in this image, I managed to capture this number of images:

I like to make more screencaps that I need, because it’s faster to delete the screencaps I don’t want rather than make new screencaps. I captured 104 images, however, for this gif, I’m only going to use 35 screencaps.

Now that I have my screencaps, it’s time to open Photoshop.

In order to load your screencaps, you have to go to File -> Scripts -> Load Files into stack

Now this window will appear

Click on browse and select all the screencaps you want to load (a new window will appear as if you were going to open the files) . Once you have selected them, just click on OK

Now wait until everything is loaded. This will take a while. Depending on your computer’s memory size, this process might take a few minutes, so be patient. The more images you load, the longer it will take.

Once all the screencaps are loaded, your working space should look like this:

Photoshop allows you to have different windows, but in order to make gifs, the ones you need no matter what, are the time line and the layers. I also like having the history, the navigation and the properties too.

In case you don’t have any of those windows, just go to Window and select those windows:

Now that we are ready, it’s time to resize the gif. These are Tumblr’s sizes:

Width is all that matters. You can make gifs of different height sizes as long as the width is the right one, because if it isn’t, the gif will look low quality.

With that said, let’s resize our gif. We need to go to Image -> Image size

This window will appear, and we change the sizes to 543px and 305 px

You might be wondering why I’m typing 543 instead of 540. If you do type 540, or 268 or 177, when you finish your gif, you will have an annoying white outline, so in order to avoid that, we first need to type a size that’s slightly bigger than the one we actually want.

So now, in order to avoid getting that white outline, we have to change the canvas size, and for that, we go to Image -> Canvas Size

And now we type 540px and 300px. Keep in mind that when this window opens, the values my be on cm, so just display the menu and select pixels.

Now it is time to turn our file into a gif. We need to go to the bottom of the screen, on the timeline window, and click on create frame animation

Then, click on the upper right side of the animation window, where there’s a three horizontal lines symbol, and select make frames from layers

Now we have all the layers turn into frames, but our gif is in reverse. In order to fix that, we click on the same place (the three horizontal lines symbol) and select reverse frames

After this is done, it’s time to sharpen. First, make sure you are in the same frame as the layer that it belongs. You will know which layer you are working on by the eye that appears next to the layer.

Note: I know there are scripts that can be used to sharpen gifs, but they’ve never worked for me, so I have to sharpen each and every frame manually. That means that I have to click on the frame and the layer I want to sharpen, so yeah, it takes a lot of time, so if you find a script that works for you, USE IT.

For sharpening, I go to Filter -> Sharpen -> Smart Sharpen

And I use these values:

And then, I click crtl+f until I have sharpened every single frame. You can also go to Filter and on top of the menu it should appear the last filter you used, and next to it, the key shortcut

This is how our gif would look like if we just saved it

We need to color it, and in order to do that, we need to add layers.

For that, make sure you are on the top layer, because if you aren’t, the coloring layers won’t be applied to the entirety of your gif.

Every scene and video is different, so the coloring will change. The layers I use the most are brightness/contrast, levels, selective color, curves and vibrance. You can add those layers by going to Layers -> New Adjustment Layer

For this gif, I used all these layers (and as you can see, they are all on the very top)

I recommend experimenting, trying to find the coloring that works better for you, because the values of the layers are barely ever the same, so just try to add layers and change values, I promise you that you’ll eventually find something that you will like.

Here are some of the values I used (I'm not adding the selective color ones because Tumblr only allows me to add 30 images on a post)

Now that we’re done with the coloring, we have to set the time for the frames. Go back to the top right corner of the animation window (the three horizontal lines symbol) and click on select all frames

Then, click on the tiny \/ and select the time in between frames. I usually choose 0.1

Now that your gif is done, all we have to do is save it. For that, go to File -> Export -> Save for Web and Devices

This window will appear. Tumblr can support gifs to 8MB if I’m not wrong, but I highly suggest you to keep your gifs under 5 MB, because they might take quite a while to load for other users (you can see the size on the bottom left, I’ve marked it in green)

And then, just click on Save (the red circle)

And here’s our gif

[star-yatamori]

Finding out Tumblr and Ao3 are now married and shipped is exciting but also surprising. I honestly thought they had already been shipped and married and now that it's happening I'm both VERY happy and excited but also VERY surprised!! HOW DID IT TAKE THIS LONG????

Also Tumblr and Twitter were MARRIED???? They seem more like siblings who keep stealing (screenshots) from each other and Twitter is definitely going through a phase! SOOO glad they're divorced!

(I haven't been on Tumblr very long)

[philosopherking1887]

What the fuck is this person talking about? Are they claiming that seeing Palestinians as humans *requires* seeing Israelis as non-human? What would it mean "to resolve the issue of human violence in a meaningful way"? Do they mean by slaughtering the people they take to be responsible for the violence they take to matter -- i.e., slaughtering all Israelis, including children (as Hamas did and does), to avenge the dead children of Gaza? What principle could possibly lead to the conclusion that "the bloodied remains of children" should spark our compassion and outrage only if they're Palestinian, and not if they're Israeli? That isn't "real" humanism; that's tribalism. That's zero-sum Us vs. Them thinking. But then, I suppose that's what they consider mature "Realpolitik" instead of what it really is: the same kind of childishness that Trump consistently displays.

Is diplomacy NOT "a meaningful way to resolve the issue of human violence"? Because those of us who oh-so-naively insist on seeing all humans as human and violence against any of them as bad also have enough historical awareness to know that the only thing that has ever resolved violence, short of the complete eradication or subjugation of one population, is diplomacy.

This characterization of Israelis and Palestinians as monoliths is utterly cartoonish. How can they support a claim that all Israelis delight in conquest? Because they saw some screenshotted social media posts on TikTok, probably with falsified translations of the Hebrew? Do they think that if they couch their bigoted stereotypes in enough pseudo-intellectual "decolonial" buzzphrases that will turn them into liberatory truths?

Seriously, the wording here sounds like they chewed up and regurgitated some Marxist, Postcolonial, and miscellaneous anti-liberal Theory half-digested -- especially their fifth paragraph, with that "denies entry into political thought" and "refuse the dilema [sic] imposed by the external world." Actually, that wording sounds suspiciously fascist... well, anti-liberals of various stripes can make common cause in their self-congratulatory Realpolitik and disgust at the naïveté of suckers who go in for consistent philosophical principles.

Finally, it should be noted that "damask" is not a verb. Possibly they meant simply "masks," but thought adding an extra syllable would make it sound more sophisticated. I see students do this constantly with using "within" when they just mean "in," but at least those have sufficiently similar meaning to result in mere silliness rather than nonsense.

(Not addressing the writer themself, because I have no interest in seeing how they would reply, and will block as soon as I reblog; I'm saving this for myself as an instructive example, and hoping it might be informative for others.)

“How can you call yourself a humanist and support Israelis?”

Well, you see, it’s really absurdly simple - Israelis are human beings and I’m against demonisation and dehumanisation and murder and rape and kidnapping being justified on the basis of where any human being happened to be born or calls home. That’s a pretty fucking baseline humanist position.

[necrotic-nephilim]

anyway the most frustrating thing about Gretchen Felker-Martin's upcoming Red Hood run is how it feels next to impossible to express potential concerns over the run without immediately having your take bandwagoned and twisted by people who are running with the most bad faith interpretation possible of every single thing she says or does and refusing to give even a shred of a benefit of the doubt to a comic that, i cannot stress this enough, *is not out yet.*

i recently posted about my tentative excitement for the run and by and large, i do stand by what i said in that post. i still think GFM's novels are great works, i still think Beast World wasn't the worst Jason comic, and i still think the concepts for the run sound interesting. but given her recent interview and some reason bluesky posts, my excitement is certainly more hedged, i won't pretend otherwise. but it's wildly frustrating to see people twist her words in the worst way possible and share out of context screenshots of the interview they clearly haven't even read. how am i supposed to expect this fandom to read her run with an open mind if they can't read an *interview* to form their own opinion? any shred of valid criticism/concern is immediately muddled by misgyony and transphobia and people doing full on acrobatics to make assumptions about GFM and her run. am i concerned she hasn't read any Red Hood comics or Huntress comics? yes. am i concerned her frame of reference for Helena seems to be that god awful Birds of Prey movie? yes. and am i concerned that she doesn't seem to understand the root of either of these characters? also yes.

but given the fact these two characters literally cannot get any worse? i don't know what you think GFM is going to do, exactly. Jason and Helena have both been at rock bottom for characterization for literal decades. and i can't help but feel male/cishet writers don't get half of this heat for their garbage takes on these characters that set them so far back in the first place. GFM's run might be great, it might be garbage, but it's likely not going to be able to return either of these characters to their "peak era" that fans worship, which atp, was nearly 20 years ago, which seems to be the only thing fans of either character want in order to be appeased and not rip GFM to shreds.

i just can't help but feel like this fandom is setting GFM up to be this generation's Devin Grayson. ie: the queer woman who is their lamb to slaughter to lay every bad writing/character choice for the next ten years onto, regardless of her control and/or involvement of the choices. with the even deeper irony being that Devin Grayson's mythical Nightwing run was *actually good*, most people just either didn't read it, or read only the notorious highlights in incredibly bad faith. it seems like GFM has no room for mediocrity here. unless her run is literally perfection, you're all going to rip her to shreds for it and jump at the bit to be transphobic/misogynistic in ways that aren't even subtle.

[anbaisai]

well now we gotta see jamil being a dad 😭 any hc's so far?

Oh boy good question, I don’t have many ideas yet since I just focused on designing Rami himself first then was going to figure out the rest later (oops), but in addition to the above screenshots that I associate with babamil (“baba” is dad in Arabic so I had to):

Definitely overprepared and stressed way way too hard over everything about being a dad at first, read every single book under the sun with relevant information and took extensive notes, and you bet he's planning everything. Nutrition? He's making sure all meals are perfectly balanced. Safety? He's child-proofing everything way ahead of you. Education? He's already got a whole list of books to read to the kid divided by age ranges. He had to be reminded many times to take it easy, because nothing ever goes as planned when it comes to this stuff 😭

For this reason he probably thought just having 1 kid is stressing him out so much it's giving him gray hairs and he doesn't want to do this again, so Rami doesn't get any siblings (absolutely not because I don't have ideas for another one)

On that note, with canon Jamil I have a feeling he'd be very reluctant to have a family of his own because of his circumstances + the Viper name is a heavy burden to bear, I think he wouldn't want to subject another generation to what he went through. Rami kind of exists in a non-canon timeline to me, but if Jamil were to have his own kids it'd be later on, probably after he's freed of servitude and has had time for himself to travel, figure himself out, etc.

He's the "no-fun" type well into fatherhood, you know that one meme that's "we have food at home?" That's him 100%. Takeout is so unhealthy, and what, are you dissatisfied with his cooking? Unbelievable... (Rami thinks he nags so so much, it's so annoying 🙄) But he really does try to do a good job at disciplining his kid properly I'd say, Rami will come to appreciate it eventually (hopefully)

Appearance-wise I don't have a concrete design in mind yet, but I like the idea of him wearing his hair in more half-up styles than fully tied in a ponytail, just for some extra variation. Dude's turning heads when he goes to parent-teacher conferences 😭

Probably judgmental of how other parents raise their kids once he's been in that position 💀 What do you mean you let your kid have a phone at 8? Do you not know how bad that is for their development, etc. etc.

The one thing he's generous about is that he supports his kid exploring their interests fully, because he wasn't allowed that freedom when he was a kid. If they want to sign up for extracurriculars, he's letting them pick anything they want, even better if they want to shine in competitions.

With Rami in particular, he grumbles about how in the Sevens is this kid so difficult (they clash because they are literally so similar), where did he learn these things from, while Mayu quietly thinks well he literally just takes after you...

On at least one occasion he probably answered the door while holding the baby and looking exhausted and uh. Was mistaken as the mom 💀

[willelmikes]

alright i rewatched the teaser (slowly this time) and here are some shots that i managed to catch that Intrigued Me and some short ramblings on them (if these have already been discussed please give me a break i just got out of a 1.5 hour class):

dustin's torn hellfire shirt. yeah.

LUMAX. but also idk if the time on lucas's watch actually means anything relevant?? so i screenshotted it. for funsies

JOPPER WITH THE FUCKING CLOCK BETWEEN THEM. OKAY.

yeha idk just about everything with this scene made me insane. also dustin being the last one to put his hand in is...interesting. is he feeling separated from the party this season? probably, because he always is. that will be an interesting thing to explore. also look at mike's little FACEEEEEEE .

adding onto the previous shot. yeah. YEAH. also i know mike and will's hands aren't technically on top of each other but the way they look like they are in this shot...oh i'm sure. also mike's backpack being there too...cinematography oh how i adore you.

OK ACTINGGGG. thank you finn wolfhard for beating the bad actor allegations because THE EYES????????? HELLO???????? and the way that his face looking at el here is so different from how he looks at will. also what is that on his face WHO HURT MY SON. (just kidding i hope he chokes on his own blood) also correct me if im wrong but this looks like it takes place earlier in the season based on the outfits (also if we're assuming that this is a trailer for volume 1 only then...shrug) so. hm. mileven breakup anyone? ok yay!

again adding on to the previous shot with ANOTHER INSANE FUCKING SHOT. the way they form a heart is so Fascinating to me. no i don't think mileven is endgame everyone please shut up forever about that but something something elmike. idk. this scene did not give romantic vibes at all for me. it almost seems like mike is too attached to el again and he's getting worried about her using her powers too much and she's reassuring him???? but who knows. she's obviously going into the void again based on her wetsuit outfit but anyway i'm kind of pissed off now because i know this will be the only thing I see on my instagram feed for the next 4 months and everyone is going to be fundamentally misunderstanding this shot and being weird about it....anyway. it's fine. whatever. It's Fine. byler endgame forever.

this is mostly just a comment on the insane cinematography here (and the following frame with the lightning). holy fuck. you go baby will you got this buddy! also the parkour moves......okay will has powers REALLLL TO ME!

WHO BEAT HIM UP. WHAT ARE THOSE THINGS AROUND HIS EYES. WHY IS HE SO PALE. WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!!!!!!

ANOTHER INSANE SHOT. THE LIGHTS???????? HI????????????????????????????? getting big joel and ellie vibes from this

i am about to become the world's most annoying person for the next 4 months. BECAUSE WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS. and also as the lovely liza @qulizalfos pointed out.......WHO IS THE GREEN SWEATER??????????????????? oh holly and karen how badly i desire to study you.....

what is robin looking at. yes i know the shot after this was the shadow climbing the radio tower but what if she's looking at something else. like a certain redheaded repressed lesbian who just so happened to not appear in the teaser (or any other teaser for that matter. vickie when i Get You). much to think about. also hi robin i love you robin

HELLOOOOOO LADY MACBETH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

another insane extreme close up shot. why is he closing his eyes. why is he wet. why is only one side of his face lit up. what is going on. YAY!

wayli put it the best: i need to buy a gun.

i'm wondering if dustin is hugging steve here because steve is about to do something really dangerous and this is dustin finally breaking down about losing eddie and not wanting another one of his friends to die. also i'd like to reference that line said in s3 again: if you die, i die

haha. ha.

all i have to say about this is OKAY. YAY.

HIIII HOLLY. i do really love the recurring theme here of characters Looking At Things but them never showing us what they are Looking At. also why is holly wearing this red riding hood-esque shawl. much to think about. holly wheeler i am SHAKING YOU!!!!!!!!!! (still so happy that i was right about her playing a larger role this season you guys have no idea)

LUCAS HAS BLOOD ON HIS SHIRT GUYS. MIGHT DIE IDK. WHOSE BLOOD IS THAT (i asked that multiple times throughout the teaser not gonna lie)

if this is mike you guys will never hear from me again. goodbye. thinking about this forever and ever and ever. i love my gay son

haha. eyes. the eye of vecna. true sight. pretty sure this has all already been said. but. haha. yeah.

(this shot was really quick so i'm sorry for the blurryness)ERICA WITH A SYRINGE????????WHO IS SHE SEDATING???????????????????????????????????

i guess she really can fly huh. mike got at least 1 thing right

he is outside melvald's. that's where joyce works. inch resting.

he is wet. why is he wet.

1/2 of the face is lit up. again.

WHAT THE FUCK IS HE LOOKING AT.

i want to give him a big hug and also bake him into a pie but everyone already knew this.

have i mentioned on here how much i have missed mike wheeler.

the juxtaposition of the previous shot + this shot + the "found you" ...........................yeah. okay. okay. mike you're so fucked

anyway yay. and of course you all know how insane i am about mike being the one to narrate the first part of the trailer. actually maybe i haven't made my insanity clear on that but just know i am fucking insane about it. okay. okay.

[steel-seigi]

had to take a screenshot from my livestream i did today lol i still have to figure how to draw kirk ngl

Inspired by this post, rb with your worst k/s art because that's better than any ai

[rokuenknightofvoid]

Okay, gays, I start to do full guide of all Cyrillic (aka 99% Ukrainian) text on world of stalker 2. (and some interesting context)

(I had an argument about how people started translating everything into English, and I don't think it's right, especially in our context. Well, in general, learning new information and languages delays neurodegenerative processes :D)

I start on my pic on pc just translate all i see (absolute random), and if I not add something you can tag me under screenshots

ps. use for transcription from google translate. also sometime better to hear it

✨let's go✨

"дбайте про чистоту" [dbayte pro chystotu] - take care of cleanliness / keep that place clean Context: place fore eat / place with food. In general for Ukrainian food, especially bread. I regularly hear from Ukrainians that they have an overload in the game because they don't throw away food.

"Базар" [ bazar ] - the market, marketplace. Generally its about many small stalls with various goods that usually do not have a same owner and are sometimes located in the open air.

"Браття поруч" [Brattya poruch] - brothers beside you ( "Brothers here " if not straight translation.) Wild Island, i feel like they all have very deep conect.

"Хто я?" [Khto ya] - Who I am? In place where Strider sit, in place after bed. I think about identity crisis in general, and maybe reference to a meme with Zelenskyy where he said that.

"Схема Зайнятості Антен і Передавачів" [Skhema Zaynyatosti Anten i Peredavachiv] - Scheme of Employment of Antennas and Transmitters. Well, tech staff in Sphere.

"Операторна 1\2" [Operatorna] Operator room.

And

1. Сігнал [Sihnal] (Signal)

2. Циклон[Tsyklon] (Cyclone)

3. В'яз [V'yaz] - im not sure or maybe it's part of the word "В'язнитця" [V'yaznytsya] - prison. Maybe it's mean that cell catch information/radiation.

"Буфет" - [bufet]- just of Buffet (loanword)

In general, doubling is atypical for the Ukrainian language, with some exceptions. Also, very close, you see car numbers

ТТ - its number from Lviv region in 1995-2004

СВ - its number from Sumy region in 1995-2004

ХК - its number from Kharkiv region in 1995-2004

НДІЧАЗ [NDICHAZ] - well, its just SIRCAA nothing extraordinary, BUT SIRCAA is similar with the Ukrainian sulfur name

Компот [Kompot] - Compote, usually looks like tea. Alt name Узвар[Uzvar], aka word created from "boiled". Компот\Узвар in Ukraine usually cooked without spices (but not always)

НТЦ МАЛАХІТ [NTTS MALAKHIT] - aka Scientific and Technical Center of Anomalous Physics "Malachite" well, nothing I can say, but all time I see it in night I feel like Ryan Gosling xD

"Бар Залісся" [Bar Zalissya] - well Bar Zalissya yep.

"Залісся" mean area behind the forest.

"За" - behind "ліс" - forest "ся" - word-forming particle

Залісся real exist place but now it abandoned

"vil. Zalisya

2849 inhabitants before the Chornobyl accident"

well...

First part finish, happy to see your question :>

[maraschinotopped]

i am aware and i fully accept the fact that ramb seemingly being shafted and pushed to the side + his lack of 'true' secret boss status was very much on purpose and is integral to his character in canon..... however! i like playing with toys so heres a little ramb secret boss concept i made up. yayyy :)

further yapping under the cut

im taking this as a sort of 'au' splitoff from canon. a what if scenario!

also please excuse the quality of the art in some of these mockups. i dont have the willpower to make official-looking fake screenshots :')

buildup

the idea of him getting the crystal mid chapter is fun. we get to see him literally before and after, as a sort of 'middle ground' between jevil + spamton (who we only see after) and gerson (who never looks into the crystal in the first place).

i wanna say he gets it round 2. so we get a clear divide of before crystal (round 1) > after crystal, very much trying to act normal but is obviously off kilter (round 2) > after crystal, gave up trying to hide it (when you go back to backstage to get the shadow mantle)

(i would've written said dialogue changes but it was singlehandedly leaving this post in draft purgatory for wayyyy too long. so. alas! all you get this snippet)

unabashedly getting inspired from a youtube comment because the idea latched onto my brain and wouldnt let go: what if his big deal was detachment to contrast with tennas desperate desire to latch onto the past...

he wants nothing but the best for kris, to give them the freedom they 'want'- but how can he do that if its all been preordained? how can he protect kris when something horrible is destined to happen anyway? well.. its only horrible and life shattering if you care about the people involved, if you actually knew them, right..?

the real way to obtain freedom is by abusing loopholes (stop forming connections and caring about people) and outsmarting the system (stop forming connections and caring about people)!!!!!!!!!!

cutscene before bossfight

the final game itself plays out basically basically the same... except some small changes:

ramb will meet kris where he usually does in the base game but his dialogue is more focused on getting kris to play the game, out of a 'necessity'. "you'll really want to hear this, kris, i know ya will."

ramb is not half statue (more like... 20-25%?). he can still move, so the small bit about kris needing to push him out of the way is removed

when kris gets to eram's area... theres no dialogue. it simply fades in to face an empty battle arena. then, ramb walks in, fiddling with the shadow mantle he just put on.

the actual bossfight

ramb does not have an act route. he forces you to attack him and only attack him. the 'first step' in getting kris to true freedom, in his words.

this secret boss theme concept for him really captures what i'd want his theme to be here. more melancholic and slow compared to the others, reflecting his end goal here: apathy.

in the original concept i gave kris some 'facsimile' party members because i didnt know if it would be too unbalanced (since kris being entirely alone for the whole sword route is pretty integral to it. so the actual susie and ralsei couldnt be there...) but with some further thought, it could really go either way. maybe at the start of the fight ramb gives you the option between 'normal' (party members) and 'hard' (solo) mode....

kris gains the integrity soul for this bossfight. works the same as it does in ut, but with the added caveat of being able to switch the gravity direction with z and x.

it was actually a little difficult to decide what soul i wanted for it.. i ended up torn between integrity and bravery- integrity for the word definition tying into the themes, and bravery for the more inherent asgore connection (through his ut bossfight). ended up choosing integrity anyway. i respect the perseverance/purple soul truthers in chat i just too strongly attribute it to muffet for it to work in my mind lol

something something integrity sans connection still works because by the end sans is befriending toriel anyway. all comes full circle baby ive never done something unintentional in my entire life.

i think it would be cute if ramb could pull the shadowmantle over his head for certain attacks and 'turn into' eram :)

if you're wondering about specifics about attacks he would do. then ummmm. thats where my concrete ideas end because i am Not good at making balanced attacks. because im not a game designer at all. lol.

he'd probably have a few attacks reminiscent of werewire attacks; one or two 'eram' transformation attacks; and one for each of the 'video game' fun gang (plus 'noelle/white cloak') a la amalgamate everyman attacks. plus some attacks that only play when the background is a certain board.

maybe a 'final attack' reminiscent of noelle casting snowgrave to really hammer in the weird route allusions....

after

after ramb reaches zero hp, the screen starts to flicker, before turning to static and kicking both ramb and kris out.

ramb looks a lot worse for wear, almost collapsed on the floor.

[yanderepuck]

I will admit..the numbers have dropped SIGNIFICANTLY. You can see it from the elections. last year they tried to hide the decreasing numbers by not telling us how many votes the guys got in total, just the percentage. But I'm always looking at rankings in events.

Specifically kiss events. I normally wait until a few days to send a bunch of hearts at once, especially if I'm not GRINDING for the limited time items.

I just sent in hearts last night before the announcement or else I would take a screenshot. But with 0 hearts in and the event being over in 4 days I was roughly rank 2,300 (I don't remember the exact number)

And there's probably a few hundred ppl who also haven't done so, but that's not even 3000 active players..and for a world wide server... That's dead.

I know we wanna say that ikevamp is popular and it's everyone's favorite game and it's the best...but looking at the numbers it isn't and I've been aware of this for a while.

At the peak in 2020-2021 you could end up being rank 10,000+

Then it went down to the 7000s..then 5000s..and during the election last year numbers were in the 4000s..closer to the 3000s

A lot of people left to play Ikepri...and then left both to play ikevil...or left all together for Genshin or LADs..or just moved on once their fave got a route

These numbers are not fun but it's what has been happening. This is from the last kiss event, probably also 4 days before the event was over

We don't even have 3000 people and they make things harder and harder for f2p players. I'm not spending $20 every event. Birthday stories are barely worth that much but I still do it for Will and Charles.