#🦊: doom

[clubwnderland]

❝ Live life to the fullest. Love hard. Do what makes you happy ❞

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[1997.12.10] Seoul, South Korea

𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚: Jangmi is a sweet girl who has been through a lot. She’s friendly but can be a little untrusting of some people even though she doesn't show it. Flirtatious and giggly, she tends to people please a lot at work but definitely isn’t someone to push too far. She can be rather relaxed and soft but knows how to read people and doesn’t often take shit from anyone, she may cry but she does her best to stand up for herself. Can be rather feisty and needy in heat but only with someone she's very close and intimate with, otherwise she's shy about what she needs and struggles to talk about it.

𝑩𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅: A prized possession in some rich man’s collection, Jangmi lived a life of luxury - or so it seemed on the outside. Jangmi was often used as entertainment for her owner and his friends, passed around like a toy, paraded like a show pony and put in her place if she ever stepped out of line. One of the friends took her to wonderland while he made a deal with Irene and before they left, the Devil gave her a number to ring if she ever wanted out. Jongin was the reason for this and while it would have been easy to have gotten her out then and there, it needed to be a decision made by the hybrid herself. Jangmi is one of the few who don’t owe Irene anything, an act of kindness rather than a contract simply because Jangmi’s deepest desire was freedom - something she cherishes deeply and Irene understood this desire. Recently, her life has changed dramatically as her old owner was killed by @doom-bc and she has been granted her freedom completely. This has meant that Jangmi has been doing a lot of things she never could have done in the past.

For a quick fact sheet about Jangmi, click here.

𝑷𝒉𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 𝑨𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆: 162cm (5'2); piercings; single in each lobe, belly button. A fox tattoo around her ankle; spends more time half-shifted, fox ears and tail; wears a collar and bracelets to hide scars. While shifted, she’s a small white arctic fox

𝑰𝒏𝒇𝒐: Jangmi is a hybrid fox who does not know her ancestry due to being estranged. She loves fashion, swimming and being out night clubbing or dancing. She doesn't like obnoxious and overly loud behaviour or when people mess with her head. Jangmi is able to half/full shift into a fox and has heightened senses that come with that. She is extremely flexible and fits into small spaces, has quick reflexes, and can communicate with other canines. She loves small and cute things and has a huge plushie collection that keeps on growing. For her birthday in 2023, @moonlightchn gave her a bunny named Whistler who she loves so much and is now very spoilt and cuddled daily.

𝑼𝒏𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅:

A hybrid and shifter are similar but one major difference is that a shifter typically cannot half-shift and are supernaturally enhanced. A hybrid is half-human and do not have the same supernatural or magical properties a shifter has. They also require more energy to remain completely human and not all of them can fully shift.

Shifters are created by magic or other element but a hybrid is said to be descended from legendary creatures and Gods that no longer roam the Earth. Their powers and grace gone over the centuries due to mixing with humans.

Jangmi lives in an apartment that Chan had bought for her, it's become her home ever since she was rescued and she loves it there.

The scars Jangmi has are due to her always trying to run away and being punished by being chained to a wall.

Jangmi does have siblings but she doesn’t remember them nor would she know them if she met them. Her mother gave her up to her master when she was very young.

Jangmi has had a string of bad relationships. She’s been abandoned, left for someone else and made to feel like an object to be claimed rather than loved.

Jangmi has had terrible standards in the past but her friendship and dynamic with her Alpha has helped her realise that she is deserving of love and care.

Recently, Jangmi as been spending time with Doom and teaching him about human traditions and helping him adjust to life on Earth. She bakes him a lot of food and has him go with her nearly everywhere especially if she can't have Chan go with her.

More information will be added here as it is discovered

𝑰𝒎𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝑷𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆: @moonlightchn Chan (🐺💜) @doom-bc (🥀💜) @shin-haneul (💗🦊) | @pillowxtalk Minki (RP)

Straight. Submissive, obedient. Bottom

Poly

𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒔: breeding, praise/worship, sensation play, cum play, marking/biting, primal play, pet play, roleplay, exhibitionism, bondage, orgasm control, edging, overstimulation, public, choking, collaring, possessive, oral fixation, oral. Jangmi is very experimental and likes to try different things. 

It takes a lot of trust to do more intense kinks with someone. She's very vanilla in the beginning and can be vanilla more often than kinky.

Had never been touched during her heat until her relationship with Chan. He's been the first and only to treat her well sexually and helped her move past her fear of it

While Jangmi is very easily turned on and can seem hyper sexual, her libido is actually pretty average outside of her heat.

𝑰𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝑻𝒚𝒑𝒆: She loves someone taller than her! Tall and protective is what her ideal type is but she also likes someone who can be gentle and understanding with her. While she tends to go for people who will be very dominating in a relationship, able to protect and provide, Jangmi does need someone who can understand that she tries her best to give back but sometimes is unsure on how to do so or reassuring her that she's doing enough for them. Definitely wants someone who will not abandon her

[fairyniceyeah]

⌛🦊Day 29: "I'm so cold."

Delirium/Fever/Exposure

@juneofdoom

Day 28: "Say something!"

Part One: Day 9: "I made a mistake."

Part Two: Day 12: "I can't stand seeing you like this"

Summary: Wooyoung wakes up. But where is San?

CW: hospitals, injuries, car accidents, mentions of death (but no actual death)

Whumpee: Wooyoung

Caretaker: Yeosang + Hongjoong + San

Wooyoung was freezing. 

It was the first thing he was aware of for a long time.

Everything was so cold.

Shards around him painted red.

Screeching metal breaking.

Screams.

Pain.

Nothingness.

Then he opened his eyes. The room around him was stale, white, bright. He wasn’t able to move. Why was he unable to move?

His eyes darted around the room. On his right was a window but all he could see was gray skies and a flock of birds. On his left, Yeosang was slumped into himself, asleep.

Wait? Yeosang?

“Sang-ah?”, Wooyoung whispered, his voice so raw it hurt. Barely a sound came out but his oldest friend jerked up in his chair like he had been electrified. Their eyes met and to Wooyoung’s utmost surprise Yeosang began to cry.

“Sang-ah?”, Wooyoung repeated, a bit louder this time. He desperately wanted to comfort his best friend. He had never seen Yeosang so out of it, so … broken?

Wooyoung didn’t remember what had happened but he was so afraid. Something must have happened. The smell of disinfectants became more distinct and he realized he likely was in hospital. That didn’t quite explain why he couldn’t move and couldn’t remember but it was a start. 

But Wooyoung felt okay. Had another member also been injured?

“Young-ah”, Yeosang cried and rushed to get closer to Wooyoung, “are you awake for real this time?”

This time? Had he been awake before?

He couldn’t remember.

He fell asleep.

The next time he woke Yeosang and Hongjoong were both sitting at his bedside, Yeosang’s head resting on Hongjoong’s shoulder. Yeosang didn’t look that pale anymore. Hongjoong had huge eye bags though.

“Hyungs?”, Wooyoung mumbled and both heads looked up. This time a big smile spread on Yeosang’s face while Hongjoong still looked really concerned. They both came closer and Wooyoung felt one of them take his hand. He couldn’t move to see who it was.

“Hey, how are you feeling?”, Hongjoong asked, lifting one hand to place it against Wooyoung’s cheek. “You really scared us.”

Oh. Wooyoung didn’t know what he had done.

“What happened?” He decided to ask. He needed to know.

Both his hyungs hesitated but then Hongjoong said: “You don’t remember.” It was more of a statement than a question.

“No.”

“There was a car accident.”

Shards around him painted red with blood.

Screeching metal of the car breaking as they collided.

San’s screams.

Pain everywhere.

Nothingness.

Then Wooyoung remembered. 

San had taken him out for a meal in one of the nice, idol-friendly restaurants in Gangnam. They had been having fun, laughing, all during a hearty meal. San had fed him the best cuts of meat and they had drunk soju.

No. That was wrong.

San had taken him out for a meal in one of the nice, idol-friendly restaurants in Gangnam. They had been having fun, laughing, all during a hearty meal. San had fed him the best cuts of meat and Wooyoung had drunk soju while San had refused. He was driving after all. They had gone out to the car, enjoying the crisp air and the light rain. It had been so hot the past weeks that the rain was welcome. San had asked if they wanted to take a detour to watch the city from one of the hills.

No. That was wrong.

San had taken him out for a meal in one of the nice, idol-friendly restaurants in Gangnam. They had been having fun, laughing, all during a hearty meal. San had fed him the best cuts of meat and Wooyoung had drunk soju while San had refused. He was driving after all. They had gone out to the car, enjoying the crisp air and the light rain. It had been so hot the past weeks that the rain was welcome. Wooyoung had asked if they wanted to take a detour to watch the city from one of the hills and San had agreed.

They had been on their way to one of the highways when … something happened.

Wooyoung couldn’t remember. His whole body was shaking.

“You’ve been mostly unconscious since and had a few surgeries. It’s been nearly two weeks. You developed a fever, got delirious. We were really scared for you”, Yeosang continued.

“Oh, yes. A car accident”, Wooyoung mumbled. “I don’t feel great.”

“Understandably. You’ll be fine though. You should have mostly healed though. The MRT scan looked clear, so your concussion has healed. So has the whiplash. Your femur is healing nicely too. You had your spleen removed but that’s not a necessary organ anyway. The doctors decided to keep you restrained in a neck brace just because you started thrashing and crying once they took you out of anesthesia”, Hongjoong explained softly, continuing to stroke Wooyoung’s hair, “but really, you’re going to be fine.”

San had taken him out for a meal in one of the nice, idol-friendly restaurants in Gangnam. They had been having fun, laughing, all during a hearty meal. San had fed him the best cuts of meat and Wooyoung had drunk soju while San had refused. He was driving after all. They had gone out to the car, enjoying the crisp air and the light rain. It had been so hot the past weeks that the rain was welcome. Wooyoung had asked if they wanted to take a detour to watch the city from one of the hills and San had agreed.

They had been on their way to one of the highways when … something happened.

Wooyoung didn’t remember the crash. Just the screams and the sound of breaking metal and the bloodied shards. He remembered San, covered in blood, telling him that everything would be fine. San’s warm hand in his. He’d been in so much pain that he had passed out. 

Where was San?

Why wasn’t he with Yeosang and Hongjoong?

Was he …?

No.

But if San … if San was alive he would be with Wooyoung, wouldn’t he be? 

He’d hold Wooyoung’s hand with his own warm hand.

But Wooyoung’s hand was cold - Yeosang never had warm hands like San.

Wooyoung shivered.

The only conclusion why San wasn’t with him was … 

San was dead.

“Woo-ah?”, Hongjoong questioned softly, “Woo-ah, are you alright?”

“I’m so cold, hyung”, Wooyoung whispered, tears streaming down his face, “I don’t think I’ll ever be warm again.”

Not without San.

Not without his personal sunshine.

Not without San … San who had swerved to avoid hitting the child that had unexpectedly run onto the street, following its ball. 

“Why are you crying, baby?”, Yeosang asked worriedly, squeezing Wooyung’s hand with his cold one. “What’s wrong? Are you in pain?”

“San-ah.” It was all that Wooyoung managed to gasp out.

“Sannie?”, Hongjoong repeated and then sighed. “Don’t worry about San-ah. He’s resting at the dorm.”

Wooyoung’s broken mind came to a stop. San was at the dorm? How could San be at the dorm when he was dead?

“Dead? No, Wooyoung-ah. San isn’t dead”, Hongjoong quickly reassured, “San is fine. He’s just at the dorm. He was with you all day and night. We made him go home yesterday but not without promising that we would let him know if you woke up. He’s on his way here already, I think.”

It was like a scene from a movie. The door crashed open, hitting the wall. And in stormed … San. His best friend. 

“Wooyoung-ah”, he called desperately, already crying. He was followed by the rest of the members. Seonghwa had Jongho wrapped in his arms, both crying in relief. Mingi and Yunho were holding hands, smiling brightly.

“San-ah”, Wooyoung whispered. He reached out his arms, not caring how it hurt to embrace San tightly. The older man sobbed into his chest, while Wooyoung pressed his face into the familiar shoulder.

“I’m so sorry, Wooyoungie”, San rasped between tears, “I am so sorry. I … it’s all my fault.”

Despite wanting to keep holding San in his arms forever, Wooyoung pushed him back slightly. He needed to make San understand that he wasn’t angry. He was just happy to have San with him. The older man looked crestfallen as he was pushed back but Wooyoung was too tired to even understand why.

“San-ah”, Wooyoung said softly, “you swerved to avoid hitting a child. You’re a hero. You did everything just right.”

It was only a short time later that Wooyoung succumbed to the exhaustion that pulled at him. He was healing.

Day 30: "Breathe, damn you."

Masterlist link: Fairy's Full Masterlist Fairy's June of Doom 2024

[2taru]

this classical song is just so chimiko... a melancholic kind of yearning

[phrumbs]

doomed on film but tiny 🦊

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[livealittleoc-cb]

Happy 25th Birthday Lust! [07.20]

🦊: It’s my birthday! Don’t ask about my outfit-. But…. LA anyone?~ I managed to convince Lucifer and Hades to let me out, I’ve always wanted to go to Los Angeles. Perfect birthday gift! I’m trying to convince Wrath or Greed to come with me while I pack. There’s an apple pie in the oven and everything feels just right. 🥰 It’s going to be a good B-Day!

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[shin-haneul]

04.01.24

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Anyone else feel like they blinked and suddenly it's 2024? Like 2023 was one of the speediest years I've ever experienced. It went by so quickly that i mistake my memories from early 2023 as being more recent! If that's a good thing or a bad thing is undetermined but I'm hoping 2024 won't go by so quickly so I can cherish it more, so I've made my resolution to spend 2024's days more intentionally.

I hope everyone had a nice new year's day! I feel like if new years day goes well then it sets off the year on the right foot :D my day was a bit gloomy, honestly, it turns out people in this city can be kinda ruthless. Hopefully that means things can only get better as 2024 continues eh? :)

Do you guys like to make resolutions? They can seem a bit pointless I think, but it's a nice thing to try and achieve, even if it ends up being short lived 😂 what kind of resolutions do you guys make?

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[sasarasmeloncreamsoda]

Raincode self insert introduction 🌙

My lazy ass forgot to post him on tumblr because I was playing too much hypmic 💀💀💀 (SELFSHIP UNDER CUT!)

Name: Sullivan Crevanox (サリバン クレバノックス Sariban Kurebanokkusu)

Affiliation: Master Detectives, World Detective Organization

Occupation: Master Detective

Forte: Celestial Cartography

Blood Type: AB

Likes: Sour candy

Dislikes: Aerosols

BIOLOGICAL INFORMATION

Date of Birth: May 6

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

Gender: Male

Height: 176 cm (5'9")

Weight: 58 kg (127.86 lbs)

Species: Human

Character illustration

Sprites (WIP)

Forensic Forte

Sullivan’s Forensic Forte is Celestial Cartography. Analyzing crime scenes with an eye for detail akin to mapping out stars in the sky. He can correlate the positioning of evidence with the alignment of stars at specific times, or draw connections between the movements of celestial bodies and the timelines of criminal activities. By applying his understanding of celestial navigation, Sullivan can reconstruct timelines as well.

Ship:

Zilch Alexander x Sullivan Crevanox (🦊🌙)

(Art by yinyxng_xx on Instagram)

Doomed yaoi (Blame it on Yomi)

gay.

Fox x Golden retriever ah 💀

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PURPLEROW

❤️What happens when the most famous woman in the world and a regular guy, fall in love?

👩‍🚀Astronaut Dana Scully is world famous for her accomplishments in space.

🦊 NASA psychologist Fox Mulder has admired her from afar, but is now tasked to keep her company virtually while she’s on a mission solo.

📖 RATED E. Chapters Daily. This is a NOTTING HILL AU. Chapter 1 below:

I was never meant to remain alone up here. It was supposed to be hours– twenty-two to be exact; everything in space is known and measured, precisely predicted. And yet, here I am—preparing to be completely alone for an unknown amount of time.

I hear the quiet whir of machines as I bound weightless from screen to screen, trying to determine my current status. But even as I look from screen to screen, my brain wrestles with a feeling of impending doom.

“Some issue with their main rocket,” the voice in the speaker tells me, “that’s why they aborted.”

I’ve prepared for situations like these. You don’t become an astronaut by being delicate or soft. I remind myself of the tough stuff I’m made of: graduating from The Naval Academy top of my class, breezing through medical school, and being recruited by NASA. Having a successful career as an astronaut—

“Dr. Scully, can you confirm your current velocity and the pressure parameters?” a technician asks, interrupting my inner pep talk. The technician is one of many voices from Houston—the Johnson Space Center, to be precise, where several dozen engineers and scientists monitor everything that is happening up here.

“Seventeen thousand, six hundred and eighty-four miles per hour, Houston. Pressure gauges are within limits.”

“Thank you, Dr. Scully. We’re working on next steps down here. The Director suggests you might do your daily exercises and report back when finished?”

“Affirmative.”

Houston ends the call. They’re still monitoring hundreds of readings—pressures, temperatures and speed among other things, but when our calls end, they mostly leave me alone.

Despite the isolation I feel at being alone here, it’s nice to have a bit of privacy in which to continue my mental meltdown. If every step I took up here was being watched as if I had a stalker…I think that would be worse.

I huff laughter at my thought—I don’t actually take steps here. I’m floating two hundred and fifty miles above Earth on the International Space Station. I push from a wall and float through a chamber into another section, finally ending up in node three.

ISS inhabitants are required to exercise daily for ninety minutes, a necessity to keep our gravity-less bodies healthy and strong. I use the weight-lifting machines and run on the treadmill—my body harnessed down so I don’t float away.

As my Nikes pound the platform, I close my eyes. I’m completely alone in space. No other human is with me, nor is anyone scheduled to join, thanks to a rocket issue with the Russians.

This was supposed to be the smallest mission on the ISS in terms of people; dubbed “Expedition 4A,” it was set to determine the minimum number of crew members that could successfully maintain the ISS between more elaborate missions. I am the lone American taking part, along with one Cosmonaut and one German who were set to join me today—but alas, the rocket failure.

I know I can handle myself up here—I’ve already been through some extraordinary situations with NASA. But, I feel haggard as I finish my run—my heart racing faster, my sweat beading harder, and my breath catching. It’s a panicky feeling I’ve experienced occasionally in life, but not in years.

I turn off the treadmill and take a deep breath, centering myself before returning to our main communications pod. Houston is waiting for me.

“Dana?” I hear the voice I recognize as Mission Director Walter Skinner booming through the speaker.

I pick up the headset—although I can hear through the speaker, the headset is much clearer. I turn on a monitor, seeing Mission Control brightly lit with dozens of bodies bustling about.

“Director Skinner. I’m here.”

“Alright, Dana. We’ve been discussing next steps. Our plan is to abort the mission and bring you back down, but it’s going to take us about a week to prepare.”

“Okay, sir,” I say. I’d love to argue the mission could continue with just me, but it’s not designed for one person, and I learned many years ago—as the daughter of a Naval Officer—that I need to accept the well-thought-out decisions of my commanders without debate.

“Also, we noticed a blip at the end of your workout—an anomaly—possibly indicative of a panic attack. Are you alright?”

How could I forget I’m hooked up to heart and respiratory monitors while exercising? Houston misses almost nothing—they can’t afford to—too much is at risk. “I’m alright, sir. I just needed a moment to collect myself. I uh—I haven’t ever been in space alone. I just needed to wrap my brain around that.”

I see Skinner nod his head. “I wondered about that. I’ve called for a NASA Psychologist to check in with you,” he shuffles his papers; “I’m not sure if you’ve worked with their team before…Dr. Diana Fowley runs the unit.”

“A Psychologist?”

“Just to make sure you’re feeling okay about the mission getting canceled and being up there alone.”

“Okay, sir.” For the second time in minutes, I begrudgingly accept the decision without further debate.

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-> i will do canon-divergent identity flags

i will make icons of characters with non-canon sexualities+identities! while these characters aren't real, the people requesting them are

-> to submit a request, you should include character, theme, borders, the type of sprite you want, and any other details! Otherwise, I will fill the rest in myself. Borders will automatically be white, but please specify if you want it to match any platforms colors! Themes include a color you want, plain/picture, etc.

blacklist includes...

-> any ship icons that include incestuous ships or age-gap/pedophilic ships

-> thats fr it just dont be a freak

queue as of 9/16...

-> kidcore wanshi icons

-> matching rage themed mituna/doom themed cronus

-> foggy nature themed jade icons

-> lesbian dirk icons

-> scenecore tagora icons

-> transmasc miku binder mituna

-> preppy themed karkat

-> playtime with percy themed jade

-> vocaloid themed serpaz

-> cat themed davebreak dave icons

-> fedora john icons

-> challenge icons

thank u for reading!! <3

[clubwnderland]

⤷⋆⋆ 𝑱𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒎𝒊 𝑼𝒑𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆 ♡

Bunny for the night? I thought it would be so much fun to do a little switch up! I didn't want to just dress up as a pretty bunny but I wanted to be one too! I think I look super cute, what do you think? Are you going to go trick or treating? Or watch movies all night? What are your plans, I would love to hear them!!

cw: implied nsfw

Doom sitting. That's what Jongin called it when Jangmi leads the big guy into the room and passes him a cape, having him sit down so that she can get it all tied up and looking good. "You putting make-up on him too?" Jongin asks as Jangmi comes over to check his fake blood, making sure it doesn't smudge and has set.

"Of course!" She beams, her tail wiggling as she smiles at Doom, the God simply watching curiously, quietly. "He's going to be a vampire! Can't be a vampire if he's doesn't have blood on him!"

Once she's pleased with her work on Jongin, the hybrid sets her sights onto Doom, skipping closer before standing in front of her and tapping her chin. She doesn't need to get him to tilt his chin since even sitting, they are nearly eye to eye and so Jangmi gets to work, smiling as she starts to push his hair back and styling it to make her vision work.

"Vampires don't look like this," Doom says, eyes watching Jangmi's face as she keeps his head steady with one hand and carefully applies the fake blood to drip down the corner of his mouth.

She giggles, he's not complaining, simply stating a fact but its still funny to her how he sounds so... old-fashioned. "I know but it's for the look! The vibe~" She takes a step back and looks at her work, tapping her pursed lips with the end of the brush. "Go like this," she motions with her lips, wanting to add a little more colour so it looks like he's got blood stained lips. Her touch is gentle as she applies the make-up and when she pulls back, she claps. "Perfect! The best looking vampire there is!"

Tidying up her workspace and putting everything away, Doom watches her, head tilting as her bunny tail shakes side to side quickly, showing off her excitement. It's different to when she's her usual self, her beautiful fox tail sways slowly but a bunny tail, it's fast. He's curious, wondering why she decided to go with this look rather than choosing something else but also, "the witches made you into that?" His tone isn't meant to be judgemental towards her but he's most certainly questioning what kind of witches would make a potion like this.

"Yeah!" She says, turning around now that she's finished up and posing to show off her full outfit. The pink complements her skin and while she's still showing a lot of skin - she's covered enough to not be judged in public. "They tried to do something last year but it ended up causing a bit of trouble." She giggles when she thinks about the mishap, "but they are better now! Practicing a lot."

The God hums, following after Jangmi as she takes his hand to lead him out of the room. She's very open with her physical affection and part of it is to make sure Doom doesn't wander off and mistake someone for a being that they are not. Doom has been rather patient with Jangmi and she seems to be the only one who manages to handle his weird way of talking - they say it's weird, she thinks it's endearing. "Why did you choose to be a bunny?"

Jangmi thinks for a moment, many reasons coming to her mind but she'd rather not share them out loud. "I wanted to try something new, do you think it suits me?" She turns her head towards him, the music having started and people were slowly pouring in from outside.

They are in amongst some of the dancers, people who had gotten in early and were drunk enough to be dancing. Doom leans in closer, the noise around them risking her not hearing him so he wants to make sure that she can. "I like you better as a fox." He doesn't realise the impact his words have, the way they cause Jangmi's cheeks to flush.

Wow, who knew Doom could flirt - or is he just simply paying a compliment?

Jangmi had managed to get Doom to dance, keeping him from looking like an oddity on the floor. He didn't want to drink even though Irene did encourage but he did mention that if Jangmi was to have something, he would try as well. "A gentleman," she giggles, taking his hand and pulling him to the bar. She struggles to get through the crowd but they seem to part rather easily for the large God, who even in his human form, towers over everyone. "What would you like to try?"

"What do you recommend?" He responds and she smiles, ordering two soft pink cocktails that has luster dust in it to give it a magical illusion. There's a playful look in her eyes as she passes him the drink, watching as Doom eyeing it up before bringing it to his lips and trying it. "What is it?" He asks, the flavours seem foreign to him, fruity but obviously artificial.

"It's called 'The Lover'," Jangmi says, not at all blushing as she says the words, "it's one of Miss Irene's cocktails that she said is to give 'magical' effects to those who drink it. It's not real though! So don't worry, I don't know if magic can work on a God but you won't be falling in love with me!... Or... or anyone!" She shakes her head, following Doom to the booth he usually sits at and takes a seat across from him, sipping her drink. A silence falls between them before Jangmi asks, "so, how are you enjoying your first Halloween back on Earth?"

She knows a little bit about him, small pieces that he's shared when she's asked the right questions but she knows it's been a long time since he had been on Earth which is why she's been tasked to help him adjust. It's also her way of saying thanks for saving her, even though he tells her he didn't do it for her.

"It feels disrespectful," he says, looking over the crowd. "Drinking, dressing up, partying, this is not what the day is meant to be about." Jangmi knows what he means, a lot of traditions and holidays had changed since he was last on Earth so it must be unsettling to learn that something you knew is no longer the same so suddenly.

As Doom continues to speak, more to himself than her, Jangmi thinks for a moment, watching the dust in her glass swirl around and shortly after, an idea comes to her mind. "How about I show you what else humans do on Halloween?" Her eyes glisten with excitement, the lights reflecting off her wide eyes whenever they pass over them. "Show you that it's not just an excuse to drink and party."

She hasn't been able to go out and enjoy the evening festivities in a while, now that she thinks about it, and what better way to enjoy the sound of laughter and fun than to show it to someone who has never experienced it?

They are wandering around the streets, walking side by side as Jangmi points to all the different attractions that can be found. "Some places open up stalls, different foods or trinkets to buy, some times people will do your face painting just in case you don't do your own." She smiles and pulls him towards a stall that's selling toffee fruits, buying them one each before they continue on their exploration.

Children run about, their parents frantically trying to keep up as they stop by places, singing their song to get a treat and trying to frighten people after. "Everyone seems to be enjoying themselves," Doom simply states, taking a bite of the strawberry and Jangmi smiles up at him, watching him eat the treat. "Why do they ask for a trick or treat if they only want the treat?"

She continues to explain, answering his questions to the best of her knowledge and using her phone to answer things that she's not entirely sure of. It's something she's learned to not be ashamed of, using the internet to help him out, he's filled with his own knowledge and wisdom but she's learnt that when it comes to the modern world - Doom is like a newborn.

A tall, handsome and slightly scary newborn.

They reach a street that has been repurposed for the night. Attractions are all over and paid actors are walking up and down, scaring people left and right. Though, it might not be smart for them to scare Jangmi, as when one man made her jump, a soft scream leaving her lips, the God turned so quick that she couldn't stop him from grabbing the man by the neck. "Doom!" She hurries, grabbing his hand as he lifts the poor man in the air, eyes narrowing slightly, "please, put him down! Please!" She asks, urgency in her voice because she can see the way his fingers flex, itching to snap his neck.

She manages to do so, bringing Doom's arm down with constant reassurances of her being okay. "Apologise." He says, the low growl in his voice causes the man to shake as he's forced to his knees.

"It's okay! This is- Doom, this is his job. It's okay!" No matter what she says though, the God still keeps the man in place with his stare and doesn't let him go until he profusely apologises. She chews her lip nervously, grabbing his hand and pulling him along before they end up getting in some kind of trouble.

Her heart is racing, listening for the sound of someone calling after them as they hurry into the crowd - though, losing anyone when Doom stands out is a mission. Luckily, there's no chase, nobody trying to confront them so once the danger has passed, their pace slows even though she holds his hand tightly.

He's still eating his toffee fruit with the other and she reasons that holding on his free hand can keep him from mistaking another actor for a potential threat. "How about..." the haunted house is clearly out of the question so Jangmi comes up with another idea. "Let's go and find a place to eat! Do you like apple pie?"

Whether he's had it or not, Jangmi leaves no chance for him to say no, pulling him along towards the sweet, sweet scent that wafts from a restaurant.

It's 3am by the time Jangmi stands on the doorstep of her Alpha, cheeks slightly flushed and tingling from the alcohol she had earlier. She's tipsy, not drunk, and that makes all the difference when the wolf opens the door.

His brow furrows, slightly confused at the situation since his sleep-addled brain hasn't quite registered who is at his door. Shirtless, hair messy and rubbing his eyes, Chan takes a moment to realise that its Jangmi at his door. "Princess?" Her scent is different, she knows that but she can also see the way her scent is affecting the wolf.

"Trick or treat, Alpha~." She giggles, stepping forward boldly and placing her hands on his bare chest. She tiptoes to give him a quick kiss, the alcohol in her system giving her courage she normally doesn't have.

His hands rest on her hips, tightening slightly as her scent continues to surround him. She knew when she came over that he's in rut, that her, like this, would be a lot for the usually composed Alpha to handle but here she is - testing his restraint.

"Where's Doom?" Chan says, his nose going to her neck and running along the spot where her scent is the strongest. It drives him slightly insane being able to smell another man on her but he keeps himself calm... or as calm as he can be with her like this.

"He's back at the club." She says, Chan's lips peppering kisses along her slender neck, back up to her lips and capturing them with a restrained intensity.

"Is the party over, baby girl? How did you get here, hm? You should have told me and I would have come and grabbed you." Every few words are interrupted by a kiss, their lips hungry as their bodies press together.

Jangmi giggles, wrapping her arms around his neck and shaking her head. "Alpha," she says, earning a hum, "I asked you a question first~. Trick," she says the word slowly, like she's teasing him, "or treat."

And from the twitch in his lips, it seems like the wolf is playing along. "Treat." He utters with a grin, closing the door behind her and pulling her deeper into the house.

💜 @moonlightchn @doom-bc

[fairyniceyeah]

⌛🧸Day 7: “What happened?"

Nightmare/Isolation/Stumbling

@juneofdoom

Day 6: "They don't care about you."

Summary: Jongho has a nightmare and wakes up his Wooyoung-hyung.

CW: mention of injury, fear of abandonment

Whumpee: Jongho Caretaker: Wooyoung

Jongho jerked awake, cold sweat beading on his face. He was terrified, and actually, his whole body was soaked in sweat. His blankets had tangled around him and there was a distinctive pain in his knee.

He gasped, pressing his fingernails into his palms, and tried to calm down his racing heart.

He tried to remember what Mingi had shown them as a method to calm down anxiety and panic. What was it?

Breathe in for three seconds? Jongho followed the advice.

Hold the breath for how long? 

Seven. Seven seconds. 

Seven hyungs on a stage without him. Seven hyungs having fun, laughing and joking. Seven hyungs performing with ATINY. Hongjoong singing his high notes, the other six cheering for him. Seven hyungs coming back and having so much to tell, so many inside jokes that Jongho wasn’t privy too.

Seven hyung succeeding without one maknae.

The nightmare had been recurring a few times after his knee surgery, after he was on the other side of the world alone. Away from his found family who seemed to be doing well without him. The past times Jongho had laid awake all night after waking up, shaking and trembling, crying silent tears. 

He didn’t know what had changed this time, why he couldn’t bear the thought of being alone again tonight. Jongho was not a person well known for his fondness for hugs and kisses, for touch in general. But right now he felt like he would combust if he didn’t get any human contact soon.

Never before had he even entertained the thought of waking one of his hyungs, well, his options limited to Hongjoong and Wooyoung with their dorm arrangement for something like this. For something stupid like a nightmare.

When they first debuted he would have laughed at and then hit the person who suggested that he one day would choose a hug over the peaceful, safe self-isolation he found comfort in when overwhelmed. A cocoon of warm, heavy blankets was normally enough to sustain him at night.

(It wasn’t. He just didn’t want to admit it.)

He wanted comfort, needed comfort, craved comfort. And he needed it now.

Without further thought, without even thinking about the consequences, Jongho threw the blankets off of himself. The maknae shivered in the cool night air, the floor icy against his bare feet. He lifted himself into a standing position, nearly falling at the sudden headrush.

He was so cold. His weighted blanket was too heavy to carry but he quickly snatched up the XXL-woolen blanket Seonghwa had gifted him for his birthday and wrapped it around his shoulders. It fell down to his feet like that but he was warmer.

But the blanket was not enough comfort. He needed his Wooyoungie-hyung with his warm, freely given hugs, who always loved a cuddle buddy and had even been a bit sad that he was stuck with the two most touch-averse members in a dorm. Hongjoong and Jongho had relented for him bit by bit, obviously. It was hard to withstand Wooyoung’s pout. Wooyoung would make everything better. Would make him feel not alone.

If he only had wanted comforting words he might have woken up Hongjoong, the captain so good with comforting words and encouraging speeches. But … Hongjoong, insomniac that he was, needed his sleep and … maybe Jongho was even a bit afraid. 

Not of Hongjoong, of course. His hyung was the kindest person Jongho knew. But ATEEZ’s captain could be … intimidating. It was his duty to ensure everything went well and Jongho’s sudden hiatus due to his injury had caused a lot of strain on him. Jongho didn’t want to burden him anymore. He’d be kind, invite Jongho to his bed and tell him that he was a valued member of the group, that he couldn’t be replaced. But Hongjoong had done that, taken over his lines when Jongho couldn’t do them. Besides, Hongjoong was so sure of his team and every single member’s importance that he could not even understand why there was doubt. He constantly told them how proud he was of them, how talented they were and so in his mind he couldn’t fathom why they weren’t as sure of their place as he was.

(Not that Hongjoong didn’t doubt himself.)

The captain would be kind but he wouldn't be helpful. Not like Wooyoung who had struggled with the same fears that Jongho felt.

Without sparing any thought, without thinking about consequences, Jongho stumbled out of his room to the door beside his. His knee hurt, slowing him down, and he was practically vibrating from anticipation when he lifted his hand to knock.

There was no answer. Obviously. It was the middle of the night. Wooyoung was asleep.

Jongho felt embarrassment wash over him, his cheeks red.

“Jongho-yah? What are you doing up? Are you okay?”, a scratchy but concerned voice called. Jongho whirled around and came face to face with the person he had been longing for.

Wooyoung’s hair was sleep-tousled and he looked a bit smushed, a pillow imprint running across his cherk. Yet there was an expression of gentle concern on his face. He must have just returned from the bathroom or something.

“Hyungie”, Jongho whimpered, not sparing a thought to how embarrassing all this was, and flung himself into arms that were spread just in time for him to fall into. Wooyoung was warm and cozy and he held Jongho tightly. It felt good.

No matter how awful he was feeling, still scared, and his feet freezing off.

“Oh, maknae”, Wooyoung whispered and pressed a kiss to Jongho’s temple. For once he didn’t mind. It felt like home. “What’s got you so upset at this time of night? Did you have a nightmare?”

Jongho nodded against Wooyoung’s neck, not daring to resurface from the protection.

But after a moment of just rubbing Jongho’s back, Wooyoung pulled away and took Jongho’s hands in his own. “Let’s go sit on the couch, hm? You must be freezing. I’ll make you some tea and then we can talk about everything, okay?”

“Hyung”, Jongho choked out. He didn’t want to let go of Wooyoung at all. Never again. 

“Shh, I got you”, his Wooyoung-hyung whispered, “I got you. Come on.” He didn’t let go of Jongho’s hand, just pulling him along to the kitchen, where he only let go to fill up the kettle and returned as quickly as possible.

Jongho was sat down on one of their chairs, knees pulled up to his chest. He felt nearly sick with … guilt? Maybe. He hadn’t wanted to keep Wooyoung up. Embarrassment? Likely, even though the dark of the night hid a lot of things.

“My Jongho-yah”, Wooyoung mumbled and guided him to the sofa, fussing with the blankets before running back to the kitchen to get the tea. As soon as he sat down on the sofa next to him, Jongho splayed himself over Wooyoung. Just in case he wanted to get up again. Jongho didn’t think that he could take his hyung leaving - even if it was just for a second - again.

“Oh, maknae”, Woyooung whispered and held Jongho tighter, “what happened? Did a nightmare really get you this upset? It must have been terrible.”

Jongho nodded, shamelessly cuddling up even tighter to Wooyoung. In the process his blanket slipped from his shoulder but Wooyoung quickly adjusted it, pulling it back up to wrap it around them both.

“Tell me.”

Jongho inhaled, flashes of the night terror blinking up behind his eyelids.

“I … I was at one of our concerts. Your concerts”, he stuttered, “I was just in the front row, watching you perform. Hongjoong-hyung was taking over my high notes. The bit of dancing I do, split between Yunho-hyung and Sannie-hyung. I wasn’t needed. At all… and then when it was over I heard you shout ‘Seven makes …’”

Jongho broke off, starting to cry again. 

“I guess, after … this hiatus … I guess, I realized that you really don’t need me. Everything I do can be replaced.”

Wooyoung looked down at him with so much hurt, his own eyes swelling up with tears. As always he was crying when another member cried. He brushed back a strand of Jongho’s hair, trailing his fingers down his cheek.

“Baby”, Wooyoung started, “you can’t be replaced. That dream was just stupid. Yeah, Hongjoong-hyung and some of us could sing your high notes, but never as good as you. It’s your thing. And even if you can’t it feels wrong for us to do it. I know Hongjoong-hyung hated every second of it. And besides, you are our lovely maknae, our baby. There is no ATEEZ without you. And not because of your talent but because you are you. We love you for who you are, as does ATINY. There is no replacing you. Eight makes one team, you hear me?”

“Are you sure?”, Jongho allowed himself to ask.

“Yeah. Don’t think any of us would want to be ATEEZ without you by our side”, Wooyoung emphasized, “we love you too much to let you go. No injury, no illness, no ocean will keep us from you.” 

“But it did…”, Jongho whispered.

Wooyoung sighed and shifted so he could look at Jongho, wiping at the tears in the maknae’s eyes.

“Don’t ever think we wanted that. I think Seonghwa-hyung was about to throw down his career to follow you to Korea for your surgery. I have never seen Hongjoong-hyung this stressed, he was basically vibrating out of his skin and so scared you would resent him. Yunho and Mingi were basically inseparable the whole time, clinging to each other and scared to let another person they loved so much out of their sight.”

“Are you sure that wasn’t you and Sannie-hyung?”, Jongho forced out, a raw laugh coming with it. Nevermind the situation, he loved teasing his hyungs.

“Us too”, Wooyoung said earnestly, staring Jongho right into his eyes with so much adoration it nearly bowled the maknae over, “I don’t think we all were really able to be separated at all, so scared for you. Both San-ah and I cried the night you flew home. Yeosangie came to join us, the empty bed beside his, his worst nightmare. So don’t ever think we could or wanted to replace you. It was awful on these stages without you.”

“Thank you, hyungie” Jongho whispered, suddenly hit with exhaustion, and yawned.

“Think you can go back to sleep?”, Wooyoung asked, laughing softly, a bit wetly.

Jongho nodded, content to fall asleep right where he was, half-sitting up and leaning on his youngest hyung. 

“Let’s lie down properly”, Wooyoung mumbled.

Jongho tensed. He didn’t want to go back to his own, cold, lonely bed.

“I’m not making you leave, baby”, Wooyoung said quickly and pressed Jongho’s chest to make him lie down on the sofa, cuddling him tight. “We can sleep here.”

They did. If they woke up to a worried but fond captain who had covered them in blankets during the night, it was a happy circumstance.

Day 8: "I’m not okay." - Alternate

Masterlist link: Fairy's Full Masterlist Fairy's June of Doom 2024

[enchantedchocolatebars]

Unikitty! Human AU Rainy Day Headcanons Part 2 🐱 💖 🌧 ☔

💖 Original headcanons 💙

🌧️ Ao3 version ☂️

Part 1 (original) is here.

Ao3 Part 1 is here.

Updated Tumblr part 1 is here.

🦊🔭 Dr.Fox:

• To gain knowledge about the moisture condensed from the atmosphere that falls in individual drops, also known as rain, Dr. Fox will conduct fun science experiments.

• She will create and build a small rain gauge robot to measure how much rain she will receive.

• The doctor will test the pH level of rainwater with a pH meter and compare it to liquids from different sources, such as tap water, juice, lake water, and pool water.

• This science fox will investigate how clouds form, where they come from, and what causes rain through a water cycle experiment.

• She will propose that her friends and her go on a scientific nature hunt!

• She knows that after it stops raining, rainbows sometimes appear in the sky. She will want to do her research on why prisms produce rainbows and create an invention that makes prism rainbows. 🌈

🦅🕶️ Hawkodile:

• Rainy days don't bother him because they give him the chance to improve his combat training skills and witty one-liners in his treehouse.

• He intends to put together an indoor obstacle course using the ideas from his treehouse.

• With a flashlight, the green hawk-crocodile hybrid dude and his friends will create shadow shapes on the walls with their hands.

• He will imagine kissing Dr. Fox in the rain since it's considered romantic.

• Plays balloon ping-pong with Puppycorn!🏓🎈

• Since he's into all things EXTREME, he'll want for him and his friends to go camping in the great indoors. They have a great time! ⛺

Richard:

• He plans on staying dry on this rainy afternoon, so he's most definitely not going outside today. Nope, no way. Not happening.

• It can be very relaxing to listen to nature's music during a rainstorm, so he spends most of his time listening to the rain. He enjoys the soothing sounds.

• He might try knitting as there's nothing more cozy on a rainy day than a wooly sweater or scarf.

• The calming sound of raindrops causes him to take a nap.

• He warms up on the couch with some blankets while watching a documentary on the history of paperclips. 📎

• Makes a trip to the castle library to read some of his favorite old books.

Master Frown:

• When the low-level doom lord notices rain falling from his window, he gets excited! Seasonal showers tend to make people feel miserable, so he wants to see the sad looks of all the citizens for himself!

• He rushes downstairs and out the door past his boyfriend roommate Brock, who is playing video games on the couch.

• Outside, he sees that people are actually happy in the rain?! TIME TO MAKE THEM MISERABLE!

• After failing to cause distress, he heads back to his apartment where Brock recommends that they watch a classic black and white movie that is so bad it's good. He thought it would be funny to mock the scenes.

• Having nothing better to do, Frown sighs and agrees to watch this movie. He was gonna hate it. He just knew it.

• Master Frown is revealed to actually be enjoying the film (to his dismay), even consuming ice cream with Brock as comfort food to prevent the two from crying. Frown relates so much to the movie itself and the characters.

Brock:

•Eat. 🤤🥨🍔🍟🍕🌭🥪🍩🍪🥧

•Sleep. 😴😴😴

•Repeat.

• Enjoys watching cooking shows and sassy daytime talk shows on TV.

• Eat some more. 🤤🥨🍔🍟🍕🌭🥪🍩🍪🥧

•Sleep some more. 😴😴😴

[arcade-anonymous]

hi. ive . been observing yuo

hic. you gotta confess to the reporter dude 2daY. you two are basical.ly doomed to fall inlov.e you guys fit eachothr PERFECTLY!! dont stall your chaaaance~

—🦊🌈 [@rainbowfox-anon]

but i- i don't wanna rush into things, what if he thinks i'm .. creepy or something...

[sigh]

i can't do it, he's too good for me anyway. he's probably got other people who like him and are better than me in every way already.. i really don't have a chance.

[livealittleoc-cb]

Small Update!

🍒: We’re going out in the town boys! Hades and Lucifer are busy so we’re sneaking out for the night~ *grins wide* I managed to swipe a dagger…will I use it? That’s soon to be seen but I just like how it feels in my hand~ *twirls it around* The crew is together and we’re dragging Greed with us cause *shrugs* Big man can be fun~ There’s no real specific place we were thinking of going to but I do hope we hit a smoke shop or somewhere where I can get more vape cartridge, other than that I’m just happy to be out of the damn cesspool that Hell is-.

🦊: When I said we should all hangout I meant more in Hell…specifically the Red Lights district and not Earth but I’ll take what I can get!~ I hope I can keep Sloth awake for long enough *gently shakes Sloth’s head* Stay awake-. Please this is the closest to hanging out like the old days we’re going to get…I also don’t want you falling down stairs again Greed will take you and leave on the spot-.

🐨: *whining* I’m awake. I’m awake. *yawns* Stop…shaking my head… *yawns harder* Can we go…to the nice night cafe…I like?

🦊: Of course we can baby~ 🥰 We have to also stop by the night markets! I’ll make sure Greed knows!

💸: Babysitter. I am the babysitter of 3 idiots. 😐 *sighs crossing their arms* I guess I just need to make the best out of this…I’ll make sure we stop by an arcade or a casino, so I can have some kind of fun. I have to make sure we go to a jeweler, I promised Pride I’ll get him a new bracelet. *lets another breath out* I’ll have to say Lust did end up taking nice pictures of me before we left-. If someone would like to come along…I guess you can just don’t make my life harder-.

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