#BAHSJD

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

lee! changbin and ler! chan and minho!!

who wreck changbin really good😼

Diagnosis:

𝒍𝒆𝒆: Changbin

𝒍𝒆𝒓: Chan and Minho

𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘦𝘢 𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨! 💗🧋

[Medical AU]

I choose to keep the warnings secret to sustain some level of surprise to the story. Read at your own risk !!!⚠️ 

@jeonginsdiary HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOVE 💕

-Changbin is a soloist in this story-

also i wrote this 4 months before it released, so the template's the same LMAO

𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @jeonginsdiary @leeknowstan33@v--143@wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday@inkytornpages@lajanaa @a-wild-seungberry

Being a soloist certainly wasn’t easy. Especially if you live alone.

Changbin felt pretty lonely, watching as all the other groups in JYP file into their dorms after a long JYP NATION concert. 

He watched as all the members congratulated each other with hugs and happiness, and that feeling of loneliness only increased. 

He smiled and waved at everyone until he got back to his dorm, following by shutting the door and then facing the dark silence. 

He usually feels at home, but the place only feels cold now. 

Sometimes, he regretted choosing to work alone. Other times, he realizes that he’s too shy to work with other people. 

Changbin slumped down onto his couch, hating the way his stomach rolled up and fixing his posture. 

He wished he had someone who would help him feel the same love as the others did. But that was impossible. 

The days only passed, his break becoming filled with his thoughts. He had no one else to think about.

Soon enough, this mindset became increasingly draining, leaving Binnie exhausted constantly from overthinking and feeling overwhelmed. 

However, the company noticed this soon enough, and they scheduled him a psychological evaluation for the next day. 

Changbin scowled at the schedule. He hated doctors visits. 

The questions that his doctor asked him always made him feel small and uncomfortable, and he was certainly not looking forward to it happening again. 

But it had to be done. 

The next morning, he prepared himself for the crippling questions that pierced through his confidence, hoping that maybe, maybe things would be better today. 

Changbin arrived at his appointment on time, making sure that his doctor had nothing to criticize. 

But it wasn’t his doctor. 

“Mhm…Ah! Seo Changbin?” A man said, smiling sweetly at him. 

“T-That would be me.” Changbin cursed at himself internally for stuttering. He probably looked like a idiot. 

“Right this way.” 

Changbin tried not to scrunch his nose up at the strong smell of hand sanitizer, it was making his eyes water. 

The man, whose name tag said ‘Christopher Bang Chan’, led him to the room, where Binnie took a seat on the chair. 

He prepared himself for the uncomfortable questions. He was an idol after all. He was used to this. 

However, this doctor didn’t say anything like that at all.

“How are you feeling today?” Chris asked with a dimply smile. 

“I’m feeling good…” Changbin lied, the words came so easily to him. 

“I don’t think so.” Christopher replied nonchalantly as he pressed a sphygmomanometer [blood pressure cuff] to the rapper’s chest. 

“Your blood pressure's increased drastically...are you okay?” Chris furrowed his eyebrows at Changbin. 

“I guess idol work has me feeling a little anxious, nothing more I guess…” Changbin trailed off, avoiding eye contact with the doctor as if it was embarrassing. 

But instead of making him feel uncomfortable, Chris had actually listened. 

“What part of your work makes you feel this way? Is it the producing, the deadlines, the performances…?” Chan smiled sweetly at Changbin as he spoke, leaving the shorter feeling considerably relieved and relaxed. 

“I think I just feel a little…lonely?” Changbin tried to communicate, feeling as if he needed to more in depth, but before that could happen, Chan cut him off. 

“Ahhh, you’re a soloist, right? That makes sense. I think you just need to have a good time with someone who wants to be around you. That one thing could decrease that feeling.” Chris diagnosed, scribbling on his notepad. 

“Oh-Okay. But I…” Changbin didn’t feel like saying more. 

He didn’t have friends. At least, friends who wanted to be around him for his personality and not his money. 

“-You don’t have friends.” Chris replied, smiling at the way Bin’s eyes widened. 

“You are famous. It makes sense. There’s nothing to worry about. I’m retiring from this job soon. I’m going to become a producer, so you’ll probably see me around.” Chris talked, clearly trying to cheer the rapper up.

“O-Okay.” Changbin didn’t know how to respond, but he was considerably happier knowing that the doctor was going to do what he loved.

“We have another way to fix that, but only if you want to…” The taller clicked his pen a few times before checking a box on his sheet. 

Let’s say Binnie was a little more than desperate. “That’s okay, I want to do it.” He replied, smiling shyly back at his doctor.

“Okay, let me call the psychologist, his name is Minho, by the way, and he will explain the procedure.” Chris stood up and left the room, leaving Changbin waiting on the chair. 

“Good afternoon.” A man walked into the room, who Changbin presumed to be Minho. 

“Good afternoon.” Changbin replied quietly, feeling a little shy. 

“Right. So Chan told me everything, so I’m here to explain the procedure.” Minho stared down at his clipboard as he spoke. 

“Okay…” Changbin watched as Minho took his seat, leaning forward to clasp the rapper’s hands with his own. 

“Do you know the effects of laughing on a human being?” Minho almost whispered. 

“Laughing lets you release endorphins, and enhanced your intake of oxygen.” Binnie recalled. 

“Oooh, we have a smart man here!” Minho smiled heartily down at him, squeezing his hands once, which Changbin found surprisingly relaxing. 

“So we have to find a way to destress you, and make you laugh.” Minho continued, Changbin nodding along with him. 

“So, we’re going to have to take an injection. Are you scared of needles?”

Changbin shook his head, confused.

But if the company trusted this psychologist enough to assign him to Changbin, then he must be safe. 

Minho walked over to Changbin and gently removed his jacket, causing the younger to shiver from the sudden chill hitting his skin through his tank top. 

“Oh, you’re wearing the perfect shirt. I don’t even need to do anything!” Minho gently took Bin’s arm in his hand and lifted it above his head, earning a little squeak in return. 

Minho pulled a long piece of metal from the table and strapped Changbin’s hand to it, high above his head, making sure it stretched just enough not to hurt, adjusting the strap so that it was snug, but not uncomfortable. 

The psychologist did the same with the other arm, guiding Binnie to a sitting position and strapping his legs down as well. 

“How is this going to help me laugh?” Changbin asked, nerves increasing as he tried to unsuccessfully pull his arms down. 

Minho just smiled and scribbled up the boy’s side. 

Binnie squeaked loudly and jerked away, his eyes widening in realization. 

No. They wouldn’t. Would they?

 A bewildered Changbin watched as Minho opened a box and grabbed a needle, sterilizing it before walking over. 

“This’ll hurt for a few seconds, then it’ll feel really tingly, okay?” Minho smiled when Binnie nodded, bracing himself. 

The needle went in, piercing the underside of his bicep, and nothing could’ve prepared Changbin for the pain that followed.

However, he held it back. A few strained whimpers escaped him, but most of it was muffled. 

“Okay. We’re done. You okay?” Minho patted Binnie’s bicep, eyes widening in awe at the size of it. 

The older attached a bandage to the bleeding point.

“Mhm.” Changbin suddenly felt extremely tingly, the feeling spreading from the area on his bicep, down his arm, and throughout his body. 

He stifled a giggle at the incredibly ticklish sensation. 

“Okay, I would tell you what this injection does, but I think it’s better if I show you.” Minho called Chris back into the room, who looked delighted to see the shortest okay. 

"Okay! How was the injection? I bet it hurt, huh? Well, how about we cheer you up..." Chan gave the pinned boy an evil smirk before ducking his hands down and squeezing once at his side.

The youngest jerked harshly with a loud squeal. 

Changbin didn’t think he was that ticklish…but his thoughts were cut out a few seconds later by his own laughter.  

Chan’s fingers continued to tickle all over his torso lightly, and the eldest watched as Changbin muffled his own giggles by biting his lip and hiding his face in his bicep. 

“Aweee! He’s so cute! Don’t try to hold it in, that shot was just to make you more sensitive.” Chan teased, giggling when Changbin’s face turned a bright pink. 

“mhmhmAHAHAHA!” Changbin squealed through his laughter as Minho joined in at his underarms, and the fact that he was wearing a tanked shirt made the unbearable feeling at his bare underarms insanely strong. 

Changbin tugged at his arms, forgetting that they were pinned high above his head, leaving him at the complete mercy of the two doctors. 

“PLEHEHEASE! WHYHY AHARE YOUHU TIHIHICKLING MEHEHE?!?” Changbin made out through his loud hysterics.

“Eh. You were cute and needed a laugh. Why else~?” Minho teased even further, moving slightly further down and startling himself with the scream that the helpless boy underneath him emitted.

“NAHAHAT THEHEHERE!” Binnie cackled, suddenly throwing his head back when Chan’s hands curled around to his back, leaving the boy twisting and squirming weakly. 

“Fine. Later, though.” Minho frowned, instead moving downwards and squeezing Changbin’s thighs. 

“NOHOHO IHIHITS TOOHO BAHAHAHAD! AAAAAHH DONT!” Chan’s fingers had resorted to digging at his v-line, throwing the youngest into another round of loud laughter. 

Changbin had never felt more ticklish in his life. 

He was pretty sure the shot was to make him more ticklish, even Chan had said so. 

Binnie didn’t even know it existed. He wasn’t complaining though, he definitely felt better than before. 

“AHAHAHAHA! PLEASE! STOHOHOHOP!-” Bin screeched, the feeling becoming way too overwhelming for him to handle. 

“Okay, break time!” Both boys let up on the heaving boy, who panted and gasped for breath. 

“ahaha…whyhy…” Changbin let out the last few giggles, smiling softly up at the two lers. 

“Never mind that. Why are you so freakin’ cute?!” Chan squeaked, pinching softly at the youngest’s cheeks. 

Changbin couldn’t help but blush, only to giggle lightly when the other two cooed even more. 

He finally caught his breath, only to start squealing again when Minho stroked lightly along the area between his armpit and highest rib, an obvious weak spot. 

The metal strap above his head clanged, Binnie squirming around as Minho dug one hand into the previously mentioned area. 

“AGGHAHAHAHA! PLEHEHAHAHA-” Changbin screamed uncontrollably and thrashed desperately at the insanely ticklish sensation. 

"Ouuu, this must be your worst spot!" Lino looked like he had found a pot of gold, making sure to contast the tickles on each side of Binnie's chest, one side lightly stroking, and the other side digging harshly.

"NOAHAHAHA! MINHO! MIHIHINHO PLEASE!"

Changbin didn't know which side to twist, both types of tickles were absolute torture for the poor soloist.

"He's too adorable! What's wrong bun? Someone's got the giggles?~" Chan cooed in a baby voice, squeezing Changbin's cheeks as he giggled at the flustered blush on the boy's face.

"Come on Chris! Help me tickle him! He isn't laughing hard enough!" Minho scolded, ignoring the loud screech emitted from the rapper.

"NOOOHO CHRIS DOHON'T HELP! I'LL DIHIHIE! PLEASE-"

"Of course you won't die! We're doctors, we know when to stop!" Chan glanced at the machine situated behind Binnie, which displayed the boy's statistics.

He was going to tap out soon.

Changbin begged and begged, tears streamed down his face, and he was twisting in every direction humanely possible.

Then Chris wriggled his fingers deep into the crevices of Binnie’s ribs, driving the helpless boy underneath him ballistic.

Changbin screamed as loud he could, which was pretty loud, and desperately tugged at his arms, which were infuriatingly still strapped above his head, unwilling to crash down anytime soon.

"OOH he's so loud!" Chan whined, as if he wasn't the one breaking the poor boy beneath them.

"Good thing the room's soundproof. It sounds like we're murdering him!" Minho winced as he pulled another scream from the soloist beneath him.

But Changbin would be lying if he said he hated it. 

"Say that you're happy, and we'll stop." Chan decided to give the poor boy a chance.

“BAHAHAHA! STAHAHAHAP! IHIHIM HAHAHAHAPPY!!!”

And just like that, the torture stopped. 

Chris unbuckled his wrists, and Changbin slumped, breathless, against the chair. 

Minho handed him a pill and a glass of water.

"What's this fohor?" Changbin stared at the small pill resting in his palm.

"It's the antidote for that injection you took. Though I would have liked it to stay like that, don't ya think?~" Minho teased, wiggling a singular finger in Binnie's face and watching him squirm.

The soloist popped the pill before downing the glass of water, slumping backwards against the chair and panting slightly.

“Do you feel better?” Minho asked, gently rubbing at his sore wrists. 

“Y-Yehea…” Binnie gave them a wide smile, and Minho couldn’t help but squish his cheek again. 

“Sorry ‘bout that. It’s kinda something we do for anxious or sad patients. Especially idols who need a laugh. You feeling better?” Chan giggled nervously.

“Y-Yeah. I’m definitely coming back later.” Changbin flushed when the other two cooed at him, exchanging numbers with him. 

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Changbin went back to his dorm, the flat looking a lot more comforting than before. 

He slept. A lot. 

Then someone knocked on his door.

Distracted from the light of his laptop (chop chop cooking up a hotpot-), Binnie opened the door.

"Hi! I'm apparently supposed to join your group? I'm your new leade-WAIT. Changbin?!" Chan squealed.

i hope you enjoyed! please check my intro post before interacting! love ya! 💕💗💖

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BAHSJD bad telling jaiden he thinks foolish is working for the federation meanwhile cucurucho buddies:

[lunadreamscaper]

Shattered Reality Theory?

- taleblrlorekeeper

Hi yes hello. I’m about to go autism hyper fixation mode let’s go

I call it that as if it’s a well known theory BUT ITS nOt bc I haven’t shared it yet

So basically this theory explains a lot of continuity errors and contradictions and the faulty way the VT world works Imo. (Which irl is only like that bc the irl creators didn’t keep track of everything but that’s fine) But basically what I believe/vibe I get is that the main dimension where all the main event happens is a larger fragment of a reality that’s now shattered. And other dimensions like the 13th Dimension like the Anti-challas for example (and the hundreds of other numbered dimensions 😭) are other shards of that reality. So basically the whole thing is barely functioning.

And also, it might not have a proper after life or “ghost dimension” … or “veil” and that’s why ghosts are so common and capable of ridiculous things??

Also an alternative minor theory attached to this one is that sometimes the reason that characters come back from the dead is because there’s no space for like more souls in the afterlife(?) or where ever ghosts are supposed to go. But also I’m kinda iffy on that one.

Basically the VT world(s) is like a broken world- similar vibe to when a planet is thrown out of orbit.

Funny enough though is that in the VT 5 year anniversary stream Johnny Ghost from the future/Alt time line tries warning Present Day P.I.E. (Ghost was retired at the time) that they need to get their Ghost to rejoin P.I.E. Because in future Ghost’s future Housekeeper “shatters reality.” But that implies it hasn’t happened but will- so idk but genuinely is a fascinating coincidence (there’s SO MUCH lore in that stream btw bahsjd)

I do believe that the Divine One (a canon deity made of 13 beings that also created Housekeeper) may have tried fixing or adopted their shattered reality?? And maybe housekeeper got mad and/or jealous and started causing problems idk tbh 😭

Also another part of how i picture this broken world is that sometimes it tries to fix itself (either that or it’s the divine one) so it’ll like repeat events and it’ll change what happened (which would explain certain contradictions. Example: Ghost originally being afraid of birds. Then way later Ghost is completely unphased by birds but Toast is terrified of them?? That happened in an anniversary stream too but it was either year 3 or 4)

Basically a bunch of cosmic horror / reality stuff 😭

(I picture it a lot like a dirty/scratched/broken CD that’s bouncing around, replaying or stuttering or skipping around in the cd player kinda lol but also it’s floating through space deeper and deeper into the void while grabbing the attention of interdimensional higher beings that see it as a cool toy)

Also Acalacams (if you know what those are) kinda tie into this as well as the Divine One but I’ll get to that later

This is also my personal headcanon but I’m curious to see what others think :3

God I hope this made sense 😭😭

[bwambiee]

dude did japan just watch blue lock and get motivated 😭 that’s 🅱️razy they fr took “zero to one” srsly BAHSJD

[pixiecaps]

PACS SCREECH BAHSJD

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[juergenklopp]

bahsjd i have no idea what you’re referencing to but yes and I would also like to raise parallels to the blade runner movies opening titles

Hehe it's this fucking banger of a song:

The sectoral heterochromia line just made me think of Charles every time.

Oh hell YEAH the Blade Runner opening titles so true so true. Between this and the Ferrari fashion line photoshoot where he looks like he could be a blade runner in-universe... Hmm... the parallels are there

[kxtchxnsxnks]

You're welcome for the pain. This hurt so bad to draw BAHSJD Speedpaint coming soon! This drawing took about 15 hours total according to procreate! Haha. Take some Roy memes for the pain I've caused you. DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT SUPPORT TRUMP THE LAST ONE IS A JOKE I PROMISE I DON'T THINK HE'S A TRUMPIE. #art #originalart #digitalart #fanart #anime #fullmetalalchemist #fullmetalalchemistbrotherhood #fma #fmab #fmafanart #fmamustang #roymustang #fullmetalalchemistfanart #fullmetalalchemistbrotherhoodfanart #kxtchxnsxnkart #helpmeIamobsessedwithRoyMustang https://www.instagram.com/p/CQjPLY3Hv3p/?utm_medium=tumblr

[draconicks]

t tha k u...... <3

also um um hav u seen my angel oc

no i dont think so bahsjd but shall i see it

[carcinized]

no... ugh it's...

*asks brother for help as well*

Brother: Marble?

NO. NOT MARBLE.

it's light and squishy and-

foam

MARBLE IS NOT A FABRIC WHAT BAHSJD

f o a m :O like styrofoam? i don’t know the other type of foam i don’t think

[dubledengesizzz]

Yeter artık buluşmamız vakti geldiii abahsr anlatcak milyon şey var bahsjds

Valla be annah sinav17 sinde biteydi fkskdjfkskdkf

[bwambiee]

remember this panel of isagi? erencore to the max i can already hear the screaming

ERENCORE BAHSJD STOPPP,, isagi’s next goal is to find freedom instead of being the next best egoist ong, he’s gonna start screaming like every other episode 😭

[pixiecaps]

I remember like, the first time I saw you. I hadn’t recognized your pfp, and after seeing it a few times on my dash I decided to click. After scrolling a bit, I came to the realization I had followed you on accident (something that happens plenty to me). I usually would’ve unfollowed, but you seemed just interesting enough for me not too. A few months later, I’m surprised when you follow me back, especially since I don’t make original posts, and am not ranboo-centric.

Nowadays, you’ve managed to become one of my favorite mutuals. I always get giddy when I see you in my notifications, and 90% of the time I make note to see what post you liked and/or reblogged. It’s the “I’m getting a good grade in reblogging, something that is both possible to achieve and normal to want.”

We aren’t close mutuals, though I definitely wouldn’t mind it. I’d love to send more asks, however I’m horrific at carrying conversations and also have some social anxiety that makes me nervous. I also don’t want to intrude, as previously mentioned we aren’t close mutuals, and I don’t want to be pushy or annoying, haha. And I would start by responding to some of the posts you make that expect responses, but I don’t refresh my dashboard enough to see them in time. And I don’t know if it’d be appropriate to ask for a discord, which I’m better at checking, because I know it’s usually used for friends.

All in all though, you are funny and witty, and I often to stop and read your posts when otherwise I’d scroll. I like your opinions when you do decide to get serious, and despite some non-common interests, you present them in such a way I can easily engage in anyways. I wish you lots of love and luck, take care of yourself, and keep your chin up, king!

(P.S. sorry for the rlly long message whoops, I hope I’m not too late to send this.)

helllooo anon i think this was for the ask game:0 im sorry i didnt see this hours ago im pretty sure you sent this around the time i went to sleep but yes hii hello!!

“interesting enough” LETS FUCKING GOOO. okay! i usually follow back people i’ve seen around a lot on dash or urls i recognize in my notifs!! i must have recognized you:)

thats so sweet thank you i appreciate it😭 also wanna thank you for sticking around the idea that you’ve grown to rlly be fond of me after accidentally following me is heartwarming

ah dude don’t worry about. look i started this blog because i had horrific social anxiety and my irls were encouraging me to make new friends!! so even though i was shaking and wanted to throw up (that bad ik) i started posting and slowly but surely it wasn’t as scary anymore. it takes time so you can take your time dont feel pressured to interact if you dont want to. that being said i don’t mind if people who arent “close mutuals” send an ask or dms me. you become a close mutual by doing these things ya know😭 oh!!!! you can ask for discord too!! all mutuals are allowed to :) i however suck at holding conversations too so be aware of that lmao

AW TY!! ehehe you like my takes🤭 genuinely though i try to stay away from discourse or serious topics cus it may come off intimidating and thats the last thing i want to come off as but im glad whenever i do make a few posts like that you found it easy to engage:) i will! i am trying my best to take care of myself and for u i shall hmmm i was gonna say go outside but i already have plans to do that so it’d be disingenuous. i’ll just drink a lot of water today 👍 omg have u ever noticed theres no water bottle emoji on ios. i wait every update to see if they added one but nope. i would use that emoji so much…

anon congrats on getting the award of longest ask ever sent BAHSJD i woke up and saw this and my eyes popped in a good way

( also adding this after i posted this. i know anons dont usually like their own asks to stay hidden so i need you to know you seem lovely:D )