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also like additional info;;

am veryvery genderfluid but usually i feel more masc, it swings from day to day tho!

any pronouns though!!! call me she he it this that idc i vibe with all of it 🤲

many thanks im just a lurker pls dont expect anything from me 🤠 (am also requesting for more tsu’tey (avatar) and mreader fics guys im getting desperate why doesnt anyone like him 💔)

[icanimagine08]

Surf Day!

Summary: JJ Maybank and Pouge!reader go on a fun surf day out.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1103

Hi, this is my first ever fan fiction/Imagine. I hope that you guys like it! Thanks for reading! :)

The sun was already warming the sandy shores of the Outer Banks, promising a perfect day for surfing. The salty breeze carried the sound of distant waves breaking against the shore, mingling with the occasional calls of seagulls overhead. JJ Maybank stood at the edge of the surf, his board tucked under one arm and a mischievous grin painted across his face. He glanced over his shoulder at you, his eyes sparkling with excitement.                               

“Come on, slowpoke!” he called out, waving his free hand. “The waves are waiting for us!”

You laughed, jogging down the beach toward him with your board. Spending time with JJ always felt like stepping into a whirlwind of energy and fun. Today was no exception. The two of you had planned this day for weeks—a break from the chaos that often surrounded the Pogues. Just you, JJ, and the ocean.

“Alright, I’m coming,” you said, catching up to him. “You act like the waves are gonna disappear or something.”

JJ gave you a playful nudge with his shoulder. “Hey, you can’t waste a single good wave. It’s a cardinal sin of surfing.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help smiling. JJ’s enthusiasm was contagious. Together, you waded into the water, the coolness of the ocean a sharp contrast to the warmth of the sun. The two of you paddled out, your boards cutting smoothly through the water as you aimed for the breakline.

Out on the open water, the world felt different. The steady rise and fall of the waves beneath your board, the endless expanse of blue, and the sun’s golden rays reflecting off the surface created some kind of magic. JJ sat on his board, looking completely at home. His blond hair was already damp, sticking to his forehead, and his tan skin glistened with saltwater.

“This is the life, huh?” he said, stretching his arms out wide as if to embrace the whole ocean. “Just us and the waves. No drama, no worries. Pure freedom.”

You nodded, taking in the peaceful scene. “Yeah, it’s pretty perfect.”

JJ’s grin widened. “All right, let’s see what you’ve got. First one to catch a wave gets bragging rights for the rest of the day.”

“You’re on,” you said, determination sparking in your eyes.

The two of you waited, scanning the horizon for the right wave. When it came, you both paddled furiously to catch it. You could hear JJ’s laughter as you both rose to your feet, balancing expertly on your boards. The wave carried you toward the shore, the rush of speed and the spray of water exhilarating. You managed to stay upright all the way to the end, but JJ, ever the show-off, pulled a sharp turn and ended with a dramatic splash.

“Winner!” he declared, surfacing with his arms raised triumphantly.

“You’re such a dork,” you said, laughing as you hopped off your board and waded toward him.

“Yeah, but you love it,” he shot back, splashing water at you.

The rest of the morning passed in a blur of waves and laughter. JJ’s competitive streak kept things lively, but he also made sure to cheer you on when you nailed a tough ride. At one point, he even gave you tips on improving your stance, his hands gentle as he adjusted your arms and shoulders.

“See? Perfect,” he said, stepping back to admire his handiwork.

You gave him a mock bow. “Thank you, oh wise surf master.”

JJ chuckled. “Hey, it’s my duty to make sure you’re not out here embarrassing yourself.”

By midday, the two of you were sprawled on the beach, boards lying nearby. JJ’s chest rose and fell as he caught his breath, and his usual eccentric demeanor had softened into something more relaxed.

“You know,” he said, propping himself up on one elbow to look at you, “I don’t think I’ve had this much fun in a long time. You’re pretty awesome company, you know that?”

His words caught you off guard, and you felt your cheeks heat up. “Thanks, JJ. You’re not so bad yourself.”

He grinned, but there was a hint of something more in his expression—something softer, more sincere. Before you could overthink it, he reached out and lightly flicked a strand of hair out of your face.

“You’ve got seaweed in your hair,” he said with a teasing smirk.

“What? No, I don’t!” you said, sitting up quickly and running your fingers through your hair.

JJ burst out laughing. “Relax, I’m just messing with you.”

You glared at him, but the corners of your mouth twitched upward. It was impossible to stay mad at JJ for long.

“You’re the worst,” you said, shoving him lightly.

“Nah, I’m the best,” he shot back, flopping back onto the sand with a contented sigh.

The afternoon wore on, the sun dipping lower in the sky and casting everything in a golden glow. You and JJ alternated between surfing and lounging on the beach, sharing stories and jokes. At one point, he pulled out a bag of snacks he’d stashed in his backpack, and the two of you shared a makeshift picnic by the water.

“So, what’s next on our adventure list?” JJ asked, popping a piece of fruit into his mouth. “We’ve conquered the waves. What’s left?”

You tilted your head, pretending to think. “Hmm, maybe we could try skydiving. Or deep-sea diving. You know, something low-key.”

JJ laughed. “Low-key, huh? I like the way you think. But let’s start with something a little more realistic, like a sunset bonfire. We’ll invite the Pogues, roast marshmallows, tell ghost stories…”

“That sounds great,” you said, smiling at the thought.

As the sun began to set, painting the sky with hues of pink and orange, you couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of gratitude. A simple day had become an unforgettable one. Sitting there with him, the waves lapping at the shore and the sky ablaze with color, you realized just how special he was to you.

“Hey,” JJ said suddenly, breaking the comfortable silence. “Thanks for today. I mean it. I know I joke around a lot, but this… this was really great.”

You looked at him, surprised by the earnestness in his voice. “It was great because of you,” you said softly.

JJ’s eyes met yours, and for a moment, the world seemed to stand still. Then, with a smile that was equal parts mischievous and tender, he reached over and took your hand in his.

“You’re the best, you know that?” he said.

You squeezed his hand, your heart swelling with affection. “Right back at you, Maybank.”

[blueinkphantom]

Dnb Christmas event day 2: Mermaid AU :D took a while to figure out the colours and how i wanted them both to look. But they are here and they are kissing <3

Beneath breakline is minus the blue overlay because im really happy with their colours. (Especially c!Techno's)

@alterdnbweek

[chao-macchiato]

Unwanted Advance - Chapter 7

Chapter 7 - The Aborted Assassination - is out now!

Stones had enough of Everard…. It's Sneaky Stone Time.

Fic Summary: Robotnik isn't the only person on site who understands Stones' worth. When General Everard shows romantic interest in the agent, Stone soon realises that something is not quite right with the man. Forced to manage workplace professionalism, Robotnik's intent gaze, and even a badnik that for some reason won't leave him alone, Stone soon finds himself deflecting unwanted advances from the volatile general. If only the man didn't have a say in the Doctor's funding...

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65288713/chapters/169987024

Stones list because that handwriting is atrocious:

Leak his next mission location

Gang Violence? = Too far from usual route =Hit Investigation

Tamper with cigarettes - Od? Poison?

Collateral Damage = Lure next assassin to him?

Carbon Monoxide Poisoning

Beat the fucker

Tamper with transport? - SUV Breakline? (Tacky) /Air Force Liason = Jet? "Demonstration" - Hypoxia! = Nitrogen / Argon

[det2x-fanfic-dump]

More of my obey me mc as an adoptive sister, interaction with Satan and Levi and they fight over a cat merch.

Context:

Yuki has a new cat pillow  so she can cuddle it to sleep but Satan wants it because it's a cat. Levi also wants it because it's a merch from a gacha mobile game and they're fighting over it because it's one of a kind. Lucifer can be there to at least calm down the situation and also why not.

Unfortunately, big bro doesn't give shit. Meme reference after the breakline.

[tyriq-edits]

Tam Lin - Breakbee

“O, I forbid you, maidens all, That wear gold on your hair, To come or go by Carterhaugh, For young Tam Lin is there.”

CW: Potential Mechpreg/Mpreg

Well i guess it goes without saying that in this AU our favourite smug Racer Decepticon with commitment issues takes on the role of Tam Lin and everyone’s darling Bumblebee is Janet. And as always because i am predictable: Optimus Prime takes on the role of Bumblebee’s father

I am uncertain yet who shall be the Queen of the Fairies. Currently leaning towards Megatron or maybe even Starscream but any suggestions are welcome really.

For those of you unfamiliar with the Tale of Tam Lin: It tells the story of a young noblewoman named Janet who while hiking through her father’s woods in Carterhaugh one day, summons the fae Tam Lin “on accident” by plucking a double-headed rose. Unable to pay Tam Lin back in gold or cloaks like the rules of the fae demand, Janet instead offers to pay with virginity and BOOM she got herself a hot fae boyfriend/baby daddy. On the day of Halloween Janet returns to Carterhaugh but Tam Lin has bad news for her. For Tam Lin was not born a fae. He used to be human before the queen of the fairies had kidnapped him one day to live in her court as her consort. But the faes must also pay a sacrifice to hell every 7 years on Halloween and Tam Lin has suspicions that this year he will be sacrificed. So him and Janet create a plan to save him from this fate. That night Janet hides in the bushes before ambushing the fae’s procession by tackling Tam Lin of his horse and holding him close to her chest. But of course the fairies do not wish to just let their sacrifice escape so they transform him into a bear, a snake, a flame etc. But no matter what they do Janet holds him close. So Tam Lin turns human again, his ties to the fae realm have been broken and the fae can no longer sacrifice him and the Queen if fairies departs with the words “If I had known you’d leave my side for a mortal woman i would have plucked your eyes out on the day I had taken you to my court” and Janet and Tam Lin get married- HAPPY END.

In my AU Bumblejanet and Breaklin meet several times and are in an established, albeit secret, relationship before the “Halloween-sacrifice”. Essentially Bumblebee sneaks out into woods of Caterhaugh frequently and plucks a double-headed rose to summon his boyfriend and they race each other through the woods or (depending on wether or not you enjoy smut) fuck and/or cuddle in the flower meadows of the forest, talking about what the future may hold for them. But I also believe that Breakdown has had his suspicions of being the next sacrifice for a long while but was too scared to bring it up with Bumblebee until the very day of the sacrifice (maybe because Bumblebee told him he’s pregnant right after he summoned Breakdown). However for those of you uncomfortable with the idea of Mpreg/Mechpreg I am almost certain you can write it out of the story completely if you want and just have Breakdown worry instead about the Queen of Fairies finding out about his mortal sweetheart he’s been seeing behind her back.

The different animal transformations Breakdown would go through would of course be different beast forms.

As always feel free to take this basic idea of mine and make your own version of this AU if you so desire.

[triptychcryptid]

Okay, I have a very weird/dumb idea for that AU where the Grunks end up in the 60's. XD First off, Stan would have inherited an ability from his mother. He'd be an Empath, which means he can feel what others feel. Thanks to @localcanadiancreature62 for pointing out that the ability could explain why he's so charismatic, charming, and so good at manipulating. XD

Caryn would be the only person who knew, and she'd help him learn how to control it and block it out when he needs to, then eventually it just became a part of him, like breathing. Something he doesn't think about. He wouldn't tell Ford or Sherman because he didn't want their Dad to find out.

Anyway, Sherman ends up back in the 60's as well somehow and his reaction to walking into the pawn shop and seeing his brothers is "...What are YOU guys doing in the past?" And they're like "... US?! WHAT ABOUT YOU!?" And he legit has no idea. XD As far as he can tell, he was at work (NASA) there was a blue light, and he was here. Ford thinks whatever happened with his portal may have fucked with the instrument Sherman was working on somehow and pulled him in with them.

So they get talking to their Mom who had started thinking of leaving Filbrick anyway because of the way he treats her and the kids, but it's the 1960's. It's very hard to leave your husband. You can't get your own credit card, it's very hard to get a car or house on your own, or keep your money separate. Now that she's seen what happened to her boys because of him (Sherman leaves on his own at 17 because now he and Caryn are the sole recipients of Filbrick's abuse. He gets himself help and becomes a much better person. He takes care of himself physically, runs marathons and is incredibly intelligent as well. He becoms the father/grandfather he wanted growing up and is very close with his kids and grandkids.He cuts ties with his father, and unfortunately Caryn later on when she can't except his help and won't leave Filbrick out of fear) she's more determined to leave.

The boys all separately decide it's time to get rid of Filbrick. Without saying a word to each other about their plans or anything, one goes out and cuts the breakline on Filbrick's car, knowing he's going on a three day trip with his friends the next day. One puts water and sugar in the gas tank. One puts in too much oil.

Anyway, Filbrick dies, but figures out it's the boys that killed him, so he decides to haunt them. He runs into Bill in ...I guess purgatory? Who decides to use him as a pawn to get the twins. Filbrick's not stupid or easily taken in, but he IS consumed with rage. Bill teaches him how to possess people.

He makes the mistake of posessing Caryn at one point and grabs Stan to punch him, but her Psychometry kicks in and he sees everything he did, and everything that Stan went through because of him. He has no idea what that was, and Ford grabs Stan, pushes him behind him and gets ready to square off with Filbrick. Filbrick grabs Ford's lapels and gets hit with Ford's entire life. And what Bill did to him. And Stanley. While he's distracted, Sherman quickly writes a symbol on Caryn's forehead that's meant to repel demons, but not before grabbing Caryn/Filbrick's hand so he can get an extra helping of "LOOK WHAT YOU DID TO ME, ASSHOLE"

Filbrick gets kicked out of Caryn and can no longer possess people. He can only speak through electronic devices or possess smallish animals. So after some failed attempts (because no one wants to listen to him) of talking to his sons through the radio, he possess an Italian Greyhound and talks to them through it. The boys (old AND young) all laugh their assess off at this for the first few days. Like he can't do ANYTHING without setting them off.

[chagpjoblr]

With Chanuka Right around the corner its time for a sparkling new Percy Jackson Event for it! Let's get our menora's out and gather round for PJO Chanuka Bingo!

Rules:

no politics (we're just here to have fun), keep it age appropriate (this is a childrens book series and while we do allow the exploration of more complex themes we ask it stay age appropriate) have fun, and make sure your fic relates to Judaism, Chanuka, and PJO.

Goal:

Fill out as much of the bingo board as you can. You fill it out by writing a fic that fits the requirement. One fic can have as little as one included and as many as all of them included. Its just a matter of what tropes and challenges the story faces. Do your best to fill out the bingo board.

Remember even if you can only manage to get one prompt done, lightning one candle (plus Shamash) still counts as fulfilling the obligation to light for all eight days.

Overview:

Submissions include stories, art, poetry. B"h there will be a collection on Ao3 made for the event as well, you can access it here though it won't be revealed until day 1 Chanuka. Tag posts #pjoHanukah2024 or #chagpjoblr on tumblr to be found and highlighted on this blog.

Feel free to reach out with any questions. Happy writing!

More clarification on how to approach the category under the breakline.

[inkedwithcharm]

The Pull Between Us | JJK

Chapter Five: Beneath the Surface

The weight of secrecy had begun to shift the shape of Jungkook’s days.

Where he once wandered the crystal halls of the Upper World with sketchbooks and wonder, now he moved like a shadow—calculated steps, quiet questions, late nights. Every hour was a layer in the plan he was building beneath the Authority’s nose.

They would come again, he knew.

But so would he.

Namjoon watched. Always from a distance.

He watched Jungkook return home later and later. Watched him pour over forbidden texts—some salvaged from their father’s archives, others smuggled by old connections from before the Borders closed. He saw the sparks in his brother’s eyes—not recklessness, but obsession. A need to reach something he couldn’t unsee now.

And he let him.

Even when reports landed on his desk, subtle and red-stamped.

Even when Council whispers warned him to watch his family.

Namjoon shielded Jungkook the only way he could: by becoming the wall between him and the system.

He approved the surveillance redirects. He rerouted the alerts. He silenced the dossiers.

But time was running out.

So he turned to the only man he knew who could operate both in shadow and light.

Kim Seokjin.

Seokjin arrived late into the Veil facility that night, crisp in his black Authority coat. His expression was unreadable, his beauty eerie in the sterile white glow.

To the guards, he was just another high-rank technician assigned by the Council to study Veil fluctuations.

To Yoongi, he was the only key left that could still turn both ways.

They met in the lowest chamber—under thick magnetic shielding, the kind that blocked every Authority sensor.

“You’re late,” Yoongi muttered without looking up from his holographic console.

“Fashionably,” Seokjin replied smoothly. “Besides, I had to bring you these.”

He tossed a sealed case onto the table. Inside, tightly packed files—codes, logs, secret resonance maps.

Yoongi blinked. “Veil decay algorithms… from the Inner Core?”

Seokjin nodded. “And classified entrypoint anomalies. Every unstable drift from the past decade.”

Yoongi exhaled. “This is what we needed to calculate a stable reverse-pull.”

“Which means,” Seokjin said carefully, “we can find a way to let someone from the Upper World cross into the Lower. Fully. Not just for seven minutes.”

Yoongi stiffened. “You’re saying Jungkook—”

“Is ready,” Seokjin cut in. “More ready than any of them realize.”

In his quarters, beneath false floor panels and locked behind retinal scans, Jungkook had built a hidden chamber. Not grand—just quiet. Lined with books from Yoongi’s early formulas and childhood stories Namjoon used to read him of bridges, rivers, and worlds flipped upside down.

He wasn’t trying to run away.

He was trying to connect.

Y/N’s voice echoed in his memory still. He had no way to send messages again. Not since the mirror snapped. But he believed—somehow—she was still waiting.

Tonight, he practiced again. The atmospheric suits Yoongi designed were still in prototype. Crossing full-body into the Lower World meant his body would be under dual gravitational pull—one searing into his muscles, the other pulling him backward like a tide trying to drown him.

Every simulation left him dizzy. Every attempt—closer.

Yoongi came and went silently, bringing updates, sharing notes, sketching potential breaklines. They said little, but their eyes spoke.

They were all in now.

On the other side, Y/N waited.

The Lower World had turned against her. Her lab sealed. Her research confiscated. People stared at her now like a danger, not a mind. But she never stopped listening—for the flicker of that Veil again. For any proof he hadn’t given up.

She, too, was preparing.

Building her own half of the formula.

They had begun the crossing.

Not just through the Veil.

But into each other’s lives so deeply, they would either build a bridge together—or fall through its fire.

Y/N hadn’t seen sunlight in days. Not because the Lower World lacked it—it never had it to begin with. But because she had sealed herself within the hollowed-out underground corridor of her grandmother’s old stonemill, where gravity faltered just enough to experiment without detection.

Jimin paced nearby, scribbling equations onto rusted metal siding with chalk and stained fingers.

“Three harmonics aligned,” he murmured. “But the decay rate still spikes after six minutes.”

Y/N didn’t answer immediately. Her back was to him, eyes locked on the projection of her latest simulation. Two gravitational waveforms pulsed across a dark schematic—Upper and Lower—like twin heartbeats out of sync.

The problem wasn’t entry.

The problem was staying.

Objects could survive brief traversals—Jungkook’s crossing proved that—but the gravitational fields would begin to reject foreign mass beyond the harmonization window. Y/N called it the burn margin. And if they couldn’t expand it, Jungkook wouldn’t survive more than seven minutes.

She exhaled, exhausted. “The resonant bridge fails if the harmonics diverge by even a tenth of a nanosecond.”

Jimin nodded, lips tightening. “So we sync the harmonics by building a third axis. A stabilizer.”

Y/N glanced at him. “You mean a bridge node?”

Jimin tossed her a grin—soft but tired. “That’s why you brought me in, right?”

They bent over the open panel of a gravity modulator salvaged from a failed mining rig. It was bulky and unstable, but it could be reprogrammed.

Hours passed. Equations merged with intuition. They failed. They calibrated. Failed again.

Until—

The waveform shifted.

A hum filled the corridor. Low. Steady. For the first time, Upper and Lower gravitational pulses moved in sync.

Y/N’s breath caught in her chest. “It’s holding.”

Jimin’s smile returned, wide and boyish. “We just made a tether.”

And somewhere, she felt it—deep in her ribs and bones—that Jungkook was building his end too.

The Authority’s Veil Core was buried under 170 meters of reinforced steel, nestled inside the bowels of Helix-9—the Upper World’s most secure facility.

Getting inside? Already difficult.

Disabling the sensor nodes that tracked gravitational signatures and data drift across the Veil?

Nearly impossible.

Which is why Kim Seokjin didn’t bother asking permission.

Yoongi, disguised in a lower-rank technician’s uniform, leaned over a console in Sublevel 4. His face was half-shadowed, but his hands moved with swift, elegant precision—rewriting command scripts beneath the Authority’s firewall.

Seokjin stood beside him, calm, calculating.

“Node seventeen is nearly disconnected,” Yoongi whispered. “We can rewire it to fake Veil stability for the next 12 hours.”

“That’s all they need,” Seokjin replied softly. “A twelve-hour silence. Long enough for the tether to stabilize.”

Yoongi’s fingers hovered over the execute key. “After this, we’ll be wanted men.”

Seokjin offered him a faint smirk. “We already are.”

Click.

The command went through.

A silent pulse flickered through the Veil Core. On the surface, it appeared functional. Stable. In truth, it had gone dark—no tracking, no alerts, no data flow to the Authority’s mainframe.

Seokjin turned to leave, voice low. “Get out through the eastern duct. I’ll cover your trail.”

Yoongi paused. “Why are you really doing this?”

A beat of silence.

Seokjin didn’t meet his eyes. “Because Namjoon asked me to protect Jungkook. And because I remember what it felt like… to dream of the world below.”

Yoongi stared after him, the past flickering behind his gaze. “Then let’s give them a chance.”

That night, Y/N climbed to the rooftop of the old stonemill, tether device in her hands, and turned it toward the sky.

The Veil shimmered faintly above—barely visible to the naked eye, but there.

She whispered, as if he could hear her:

“I’m ready when you are.”

And far above her, in a world made of glass and silence, Jungkook stared at the sky beneath his feet, tether device pulsing blue against his palm.

A bridge was forming.

And time—just barely—was on their side.

The room smelled like old paper and starlight.

Namjoon stood in front of the observation window, his back to the door, fingers clasped behind him. The vast curve of the Veil shimmered in the distance like a ghostly sea suspended above his world.

Behind him, the door slid open. Jungkook stepped inside, hesitant but determined.

Namjoon didn’t turn around immediately.

“I hear you’ve been working with Yoongi again,” Namjoon said quietly. “And Seokjin.”

Jungkook closed the door. “You knew?”

A faint smile touched Namjoon’s lips—tired, worn, but still fond. “You’re my brother. Of course I knew. I’ve known for weeks.”

That answer knocked the air out of Jungkook’s lungs.

“I thought you were… I thought you were going to report me.”

Namjoon finally turned, his expression unreadable. “I still might.”

Jungkook’s fists tightened at his sides. “Then let me explain before you do.”

There was a long silence. The tension of unspoken words, of history between them—brothers raised under legacy and duty—hung like a storm cloud between them.

“Go ahead,” Namjoon said at last.

Jungkook took a step closer.

“When I was a kid, I used to draw the sky beneath us and wonder what it felt like to walk on it. You remember that?”

“I do.”

“I thought it was just childish curiosity,” Jungkook said, voice low. “But it never went away. It got louder. Until one day… I saw her. Not a hallucination. Not a projection. A girl. Down there.”

Namjoon’s brow furrowed faintly, but he said nothing.

“She’s real, hyung. Her name is Y/N. And she’s trying to fix the Veil. Just like me.”

“You like her.”

Jungkook didn’t flinch. “Yes. But it’s not just about that. She’s proof that everything they told us about the Lower World is wrong. She’s brilliant. Brave. Human. Just like us.”

He stepped forward again, heart hammering. “I know what the Council expects of you. I know what our family expects of you. But I need you to hear me—not as a councilman. Not as a politician. But as my brother.”

Namjoon’s jaw clenched. He turned back toward the window, watching the Veil’s faint ripples.

“And what do you want from me?”

“Not permission. I’m past that.”

Jungkook’s voice trembled now, but not from fear—from conviction.

“I want you to understand why I have to do this. Even if it breaks the rules. Even if it costs me everything. Because maybe—if this works—it won’t just change my life. It’ll change everything.”

Namjoon stood silent, still as a statue. Then finally, he spoke—quietly.

“I watched you grow up with your head tilted toward the impossible. You were always dreaming. Always falling in love with things just out of reach.”

He turned, face unreadable.

“But if you fall now, Jungkook, you may not come back.”

“I know.”

Namjoon crossed the room. For a moment, it seemed like he might argue—might shut it all down.

Instead, he placed a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder.

“Then let me make sure the fall doesn’t kill you.”

[Later – Secret Meeting, Helix-9 Sublevel Archives]

Yoongi tapped ash from the edge of his cigarette onto a magnetic tray. He looked tired—eyes bloodshot, fingers stained from long nights and low light.

Seokjin leaned against a support beam, arms folded, watching Namjoon with cool calculation.

“You really mean to help him now?” Seokjin asked. “Isn’t this high treason, Councilman?”

Namjoon ignored the jab.

“He’s going to cross again,” he said simply. “With or without us.”

Yoongi took a drag and exhaled. “He’ll burn if he stays longer than the tether allows.”

“He knows that,” Namjoon said. “He’s not naïve. He’s just willing.”

Yoongi’s gaze narrowed. “And what about the family?”

“They’ll think he’s gone to the edge of the sky for art research. I’ll cover it.”

“And the Authority?” Seokjin asked, voice sharp. “They won’t fall for that twice.”

“I’ll keep the records clear for forty-eight hours,” Namjoon replied. “After that, I can’t guarantee anything.”

There was a silence among the three men.

Then Yoongi spoke again, voice lower this time. “What made you change your mind?”

Namjoon stared at the Veil schematic on the table. Its silver threads pulsed like a heartbeat.

“I saw what it did to him when he couldn’t speak to her. And I saw what he became when he could.”

He looked up.

“He’s not running away. He’s walking toward something the rest of us were too afraid to reach for.”

Seokjin nodded slowly, then pulled a small drive from his jacket pocket.

“Then let’s get him to her in one piece.”

Later that night, Namjoon sat with his mother in the grand solar chamber—bathed in light, draped in elegance, surrounded by ancestral portraits that stared down with judgmental grace.

His mother spoke. “You’ve been distant.”

“I’ve had a lot to manage,” Namjoon replied smoothly. “Preparations for Council appointment. And Jungkook’s request to leave for the Observatory Program.”

His mother arched a brow. “He never mentioned it to us.”

“It was last minute,” Namjoon said. “They invited him for an immersive art fellowship. Outer region research. He’ll be gone for… some time.”

“Do you trust him out there?”

Namjoon met his mother’s gaze, steady.

“I do. More than anyone.”

The room was dark, filled with rolled blueprints, sketches of the Veil, painted portraits of a girl with firelight in her eyes.

Jungkook stared down at the tether device glowing faintly in his hands.

Namjoon’s voice echoed in his memory:

“Whatever happens… don’t stop moving toward her. You belong to both skies now.”

Jungkook took a breath and whispered:

“I’ll see you soon, Y/N.”

The Veil trembled.

It was still dark when Jungkook stepped onto the platform.

The stars above him blinked faintly, mirrored by the glow of his tether suit—an elegant mesh of ultralight polymers laced with gravitational dampeners, memory-threaded cables, and a stabilizer core designed by Yoongi himself. It looked sleek, almost weightless. But the truth was, it carried the burden of two worlds.

Every breath he took fogged in the cold air. Every heartbeat echoed like a countdown.

He hadn’t slept. Not since Namjoon handed him the encoded clearance slip, whispered, “You have twenty-three minutes. After that, even I can’t stop them.”

He’d said goodbye to no one.

Because this wasn’t a departure—it was a jump.

A fall.

Or maybe… a crossing.

Yoongi stood at the edge of the platform, checking the trajectory dial and atmospheric stabilizers one last time.

“Suit’s good. Tether will hold for twenty-three minutes and a half minutes max, depending on strain.” He hesitated. “After that, the gravitational pressure from the Lower World will start to burn your skin from the inside out.”

Jungkook gave a tight nod. “twenty-three minutes .That’s all I need.”

Yoongi looked at him, long and quiet. Then: “If she’s anything less than extraordinary, I’m dragging you back myself.”

Jungkook smiled faintly. “She’s the sky beneath my feet.”

Seokjin’s voice crackled in over the comm. “Initiating soft Veil disruption in five… four…”

The air around him buzzed—thin, almost musical.

The tether line, glowing silver, snapped tight with a low hum.

“…three… two…”

Jungkook stepped off the edge.

“…one.”

At first, it felt like floating.

The Veil was a whisper-thin membrane of polarized gravity, stretching endlessly between both worlds, its interior a prism of broken light and sound. As he moved through it, his body trembled—not from fear, but from the sheer unnaturalness of it.

He passed through clouds of magnetic vapor, each one crackling like static against his suit. The sound was surreal—like glass breaking underwater.

His breath quickened. The tether hummed with a growing strain.

Behind him, Upper World shrank into a curve of gold and white. Below, the Lower World drew closer—darker, more complex. Tangled with storms and steel spires that rose like scars toward the sky.

And in the center of it all was her.

Y/N.

He could feel her like gravity in his chest—pulling him downward, inward.

Then the pain started.

The tether strained. Sparks flickered across his back.

The first burn felt like a hot thread dragged across his spine. Then another across his ribs. His lungs seized. Blood roared in his ears.

“—Jungkook—” Yoongi’s voice broke through static. “—Veil pulse climbing—redirect vector before—”

Too late.

A gravitational reversal hit like a punch. His vision flashed white. His suit’s temperature regulators went red-hot, screaming silent warnings.

But Jungkook didn’t stop.

He grit his teeth, adjusted the angle of descent, and forced himself into freefall—shoulders tucked, arms tight, breath held. Six minutes now. Maybe five.

He saw the mountains of the Lower World—black and glittering.

He saw the outer edge of the old transmission towers where they used to speak.

And then—

He saw her.

Y/N stood with her hair tied back, Jimin beside her, watching the Veil ripple like water above the cliffs.

“There—!” she pointed, breath catching.

Something—someone—was falling through it, trailing silver and blue fire.

“Brace!” Jimin shouted, yanking the tether anchor to full tension.

The sky screamed.

And then—

Impact.

Jungkook hit the ground hard, rolling through metal shards and cold rock. Pain lanced through his legs. His suit groaned, the tether pulsing erratically.

Y/N ran.

And suddenly, there he was.

Gasping, coughing, bleeding—but real.

Jungkook looked up at her, his face smeared with Veil-burn and sweat.

Their eyes locked.

Time stopped.

“Y/N?” he rasped, as if afraid she might vanish.

She dropped to her knees, reached out with trembling fingers, and touched his face—tender, incredulous.

“You really came.”

He leaned into her palm like it was the first warmth he’d ever known.

“I had to.”

But the tether flared again—angrily now, warning him of its final stretch.

Jimin cursed. “One minute left—get him stabilized or he’s going to rupture!”

Y/N ripped open her backpack, pulling out a harmonization coil. “Help me sync the field!”

Jungkook’s eyes locked with hers. “I’m not leaving.”

“You don’t have a choice!”

“I crossed for you.”

She kissed him.

It was desperate, breathless, messy—gravity and tears and Veil static crackling around their mouths.

“I’ll fix it,” she whispered against him. “I promise. Next time… we meet here. And you stay.”

His arms tightened around her. “Next time.”

The tether snapped taut.

Jungkook’s body was yanked upward with violent force.

Their hands tore apart.

Y/N screamed his name.

He vanished into the light.

Gone.

The hum of surveillance drones echoed like flies in a jar.

A wall of screens flickered—each one capturing layers of the Upper World: street grids, sky lanes, Veil interference patterns. But on Screen 12, something pulsed red.

Veil Disruption.

Unauthorized. Traced.

Sector Twelve, early dawn.

Chief Enforcer Dareth leaned in, sharp-eyed and motionless as a hawk. His fingers tapped the panel. Zoomed. Scrubbed through infrared. Paused.

“Run thermal decay sequence.”

A junior analyst obeyed.

From the screen’s corner, a human figure plummeted—heat-traced, trailing a tether.

Dareth narrowed his eyes. “Playback frame 670. Enhance.”

The analyst hesitated. “That’s… not a cargo drone, sir.”

“I didn’t say it was.” His voice was flat.

Silence ticked.

And then: the frame enhanced. The figure became clearer—lean, armored, humanoid. Falling through the Veil.

The room held its breath.

Someone whispered, “It’s him, isn’t it?”

Dareth didn’t answer.

Instead, he turned toward the long shadows of the citadel corridor behind him—where unseen eyes always watched, and loyalty was a currency traded in whispers.

“Wake the High Council.”

Namjoon had barely stepped out of the sonic shower when the encrypted message lit up across his glass screen.

“Descent confirmed. Sector Twelve. Retrieval authorization imminent. One individual. Suspected bridge accomplices.”

His heart seized.

The face he’d spent months protecting was now outlined in Authority red.

He swiped it away.

“Damn it, Jungkook…”

The door behind him clicked open. Footsteps approached.

Seokjin entered, face unreadable beneath the shadows of early morning. His coat still carried the faint scent of Veil smoke—he had been with Yoongi. Underground again. Dangerous again.

Namjoon didn’t need to ask if he knew.

Seokjin sat on the armrest, crossed his legs, and spoke in a voice like twilight. “They have a list.”

Namjoon’s jaw clenched. “Names?”

“Not yours. Not mine.” His eyes flicked up. “But Yoongi, Y/N, Jimin, Hoseok even Jungkook. The Authority’s sweeping every bridge sector.”

“How long before they reach the Lower World?”

“Not long enough.”

Namjoon stood. His voice cracked. “We can’t let them touch Jungkook. Or her.”

Seokjin’s silence said everything.

They were running out of time.

Y/N didn’t sleep.

She stayed buried in algorithms and charts, her fingers blistered from calibrating the harmonization coil.

Jimin hovered nearby, pale and shaken. “You shouldn’t have stayed with him that long. The burn on your hands—”

“It was worth it,” she snapped.

Outside, Hoseok was monitoring seismic tremors from the Veil. “There’s movement above. Something big. A sweep.”

Y/N looked up.

“A raid?”

“Worse,” Hoseok said grimly. “They’re not sending machines this time. They’re sending people.”

Yoongi sat in a silver chair beneath piercing white lights.

His wrists were chained.

Across from him, a young Authority officer flipped through reports with clinical calm.

“You were seen near Sector Twelve three nights ago.”

“I’m seen a lot of places.”

“Not usually near a Veil breach site.”

Yoongi leaned back, unimpressed. “You must be desperate. Sending children to interrogate me now?”

The officer’s eyes narrowed.

Yoongi smiled faintly.

They didn’t know half of what he’d done. Or how deep the cracks already ran.

The wind howled over the perimeter towers. Skies blackened.

Interceptor drones moved in formation—silent, precise, deadly.

Inside one of them, Enforcer Dareth sat with a neural feed spliced into his brainstem, tracking all movement below.

His eyes locked on a specific location in the Lower World.

The old observatory. Veil residue. Human activity.

“Target found.”

Below, in the darkness of the ruins, Y/N froze as the air pulsed with electricity.

She looked up—

And saw the lights of Authority bearing down.

To be continued…

[hopkei]

06.01.24

[kottekonst]

What's in a name?

Here is another fanfic featuring the Fourteenth Doctor written by me, with the same Soft Fourteen version that @davidtennan-t and I write and illustrate 😉

In this story, the Doctor is having a tough week, which is exacerbated when he overhears a nasty conversation that makes him question everything about his new life and place within the family. Luckily, he happens to have the best friend in the world who knows how to look after her domesticated Time Lord and make him feel seen.

Available on the following link, or under the breakline (2037 words)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63275686

Trigger warning - some fatphobia/fatshaming comments.

Angst followed by softness ❤️

_

Being part of a family was such a foreign experience for the ancient Time Lord that he didn't always know what to make of it. He had been a part of the Noble-Temple-Mott constellation for less than a year, and while he had settled down in many ways, there were still times when he questioned whether it was all real… and whether he deserved it.

Barely a week had passed since the Doctor ran into a tight spot when looking for Sigma, their recently acquired kitten, and even though no one mentioned it, the incident still lingered in the Time Lord's mind. It had been less than a triumphant experience, and despite many reassurances from not only Donna but the rest of the family too, the Doctor struggled with feelings of ineptitude and foolishness. The situation was perhaps exacerbated by the fact that it was a rather busy week for their household in general, for all but the Time Lord.

Shaun was doing a training program at work, which kept him out of the house a lot more than usual. Rose had spent several nights away on a field trip, and was generally busy with school. Meanwhile, Donna had to spend long days at UNIT to deal with alarming reports of strange activity from a nearby galaxy. The Doctor had of course offered his assistance, but Donna had quickly turned it down. In fact, she had done it so abruptly, it had honestly hurt the old alien's feelings, but of course he didn't mention that… his best friend had enough on her plate.

Sylvia was in full planning mode as she was due to host the next baking club meeting, and she would often occupy the kitchen to try out new recipes. The Doctor did his best to stay out of her way, but he ended up in her bad books when he tampered with the stand-mixer to experiment with the speed.

“Stay away from the appliances, you hooligan!” she had warned him sharply. “Absolutely useless… only good for snacking these days…” she had muttered under her breath after chasing the Time Lord out of the kitchen.

The comment had stung, but again, the Doctor hadn't protested nor told anyone. He didn't want to burden them with his issues, or ask them to fight his battles.

Even Wilfred had been kept busy with a project that included sorting through old pictures, and unfortunately he found it hard to focus with the Time Lord around, since he was eager to explain every photograph for the alien. The old man was also going through medical issues, particularly with his right foot. Despite Wilf's willingness to let the Doctor have a look, Sylvia had quickly shot that down, and Donna hadn't been a fan of the idea when it was mentioned either.

“I know you're clever enough, Spaceman, but this is something his GP needs to take care of,” she had said with a deep sigh. The weariness in her voice had simply been a result of a long workday, but the poor Time Lord was in a vulnerable state. To his fragile state of mind, it felt as if Donna found him to be a nuisance, rather than a capable and reliable friend.

The only one who wasn't kept busy with some sort of project was Sigma, and the Doctor truly appreciated when the little ball of ginger fluff sought him out for some cuddles or a cosy nap. Unfortunately, the kitten was in a very hyper and explorative phase, which meant that he entertained himself most of the time. The Doctor had lost count of the times the kitten had been snuggled up on his softened middle, only for Sigma to bounce straight off it to zoom around the room, his paws sinking deep and painfully into the tender flab, leaving the Doctor feeling sore and abandoned.

The final blow came when the Doctor accidentally overheard a conversation while stopping by the small village shop for some groceries. It was hard to avoid eavesdropping with his heightened sense of hearing, but he wasn't aware of the conversation between the two other customers until he realised they were actually talking about his chosen family.

“They just seem like a bunch of weirdos to me. Fair enough, the husband's lovely, and that daughter of theirs is gorgeous. But the grandfather in the wheelchair? Sounds like a nutter,” a derisive female voice spoke from behind the magazine rack.

The comment made the Doctor's blood boil, but before he could decide whether to interfere, a male voice responded.

“Nah, the old geezer's fine… that tall bloke though, the skinny one? Always wearing tartan? Who's he supposed to be - he's clearly not related, not even remotely.”

“Not so skinny anymore, though. Janet said he's got quite the beer gut going… Do you suppose he's just a family friend?”

“Who would let their middle aged washed up mate simply move in? It's pathetic. Men used to be capable and fend for themselves, not leech off others.”

The conversation should have awakened the Oncoming Storm, but the Doctor was too broken to respond. He waited in silence by the small vegetable section until the two customers had left, before leaving the shop without making a purchase. The narrow-minded and prejudiced conversation shouldn't get to him the way it did, but all of his defenses were so low. His inner demons told him that; yes, he was a washed-up has-been, leeching off of his friend and her family, which had never been meant for him. Additionally, the softness around his waist could hardly be described as a beer gut, but the words still stung simply because they'd been uttered with such disdain, triggering his insecurities. It all just served to make him feel like a waste of space... he was the outsider looking in… nothing more.

-

When Donna came home hours later, she found the house to be surprisingly quiet, until she remembered her mother had taken Wilfred to Friday night bingo at the village hall. That only left the Time Lord, but when she called out for him, there was no answer. Only Sigma appeared, trilling happily has he came down the stairs.

“Hello, sweetie. Where's the old Martian gone then, ey?” she cooed while stopping to pet the fluffy feline.

Sigma only purred in response, but moments later, the sound of the back door opening and closing was answer enough.

“Doctor? Is that you?” she called out, pausing to remove her shoes and jacket before making her way further inside the house.

“Oh, Donna… Hi,” the familiar voice answered her, but not with the usual enthusiasm she had gotten used to. “How was work?”

“It was fine. The threat has been dealt with, and I can look forward to a weekend without any overtime,” she explained as she entered the kitchen, where the Time Lord had just appeared. “What have you been up to?”

“Ah, glad to hear it's been sorted,” he replied, his voice still rather flat, while he gazed unseeingly at the floor. “I've just been tinkering.”

The short reply said more than a longer would have, and Donna knew there was more going on. Something was amiss with her best friend, but she couldn't guess what. Come to think of it - when was the last time they'd had a proper chat? It had been such a busy week… The look on his face was distracted, a bit forlorn, which could mean anything from a slight conundrum to an absolute disaster.

“Fair enough… Did you want to make beef patties for dinner?” she asked, hoping to figure out what the issue was by taking things slow, while she put her purse down on the counter.

“Ah, I meant to pick up everything on the list, but I got… distracted,” the Doctor replied with an uncomfortable expression, which he quickly masked with a sheepish smile, but Donna noticed the lingering furrowed lines on his forehead, and a flash of something far worse in his dark eyes.

“That's alright, there's plenty of stuff in the freezer we can use,” she assured him, while emptying some items from her purse. “I think we're both in need of a nice strong cuppa first though, ey?”

The Doctor gave a timid nod, still looking distracted and uncertain. “Yeah… a cuppa would be nice.”

“Fabulous! Why don't you have a look at these documents while I put the kettle on - UNIT finally approved those background papers we discussed,” she said, while tapping at the items on the counter before moving across the kitchen to get started on the tea.

“For my driver's license? Took them long enough,” the Doctor replied with a weary sort of chuckle as he sauntered over to the counter top.

“Might've been my fault, I'm afraid. I insisted you needed a passport too, and they needed to print a bunch of other documents to finalise it,” Donna explained while the Time Lord picked up the black document embossed with gold.

“Jordan was going on about medical records, but I told him there's no way I'm forging NHS reports about my best mate's supposed physicals. He's a sweetheart, but thick as mud sometimes,” she continued while picking out two colourful mugs. “I hope the stated height is correct, because in the end they decided to just rush it through, so there was no time to double check.”

She poured the steaming water over the tea bags and sugar, finding herself relaxing more after the long workday.

“God, that smells divine… We definitely need better tea at work, and don't get me started on that bloody espresso machine,” she sighed.

She poured milk into each cup, and finally realised the Doctor hadn't said a word.

“Doctor?” she said, turning around to watch the back of the lanky figure.

She could tell he was still holding the passport in his hands, but his head was slumped forwards, and she suddenly realised his shoulders were shaking.

“Spaceman…?”

Donna abandoned the cups and slowly walked towards the Time Lord. She watched him draw a deep, quivering breath before she finally reached the counter where she had to lean forwards in order to see his face. Tears were pouring freely down his cheeks, and yet his eyes stayed unblinking and locked on the small document.

As alarming as the sight was, Donna had an inkling of what might have caused the reaction, which was a touching notion, but also heartbreaking now that she'd seen the look on the Doctor's face. As she glanced down at the passport, she could see him clutching it in his long fingers, with one thumb slowly moving back and forth over the name printed inside.

“John Wilfred Noble”

Donna gently took the passport from the Doctor's shaking hands, placing it carefully on the counter next to the other documents, before she forced him to turn so she could embrace him. The Time Lord instantly folded over as if something inside him had broken, and he clung to Donna with a desperate sob, his face buried against her shoulder. She kept one arm locked around him, while she moved her other hand lower to stroke his soft side in soothing circles.

“I wanted it to be official, Doctor… you're part of this family,” she told him, not realising it was the exact thing he had been doubting all week. “We can always change it back to Smith if you want to, but that name is yours if you want to keep it. Gramps was over the moon when I mentioned I might add his as a middle name, but that can be changed too, if -”

“No.”

The word was small but clear, and Donna instantly stopped talking. The Time Lord still shook with tears and sobs, but he was obviously gathering himself in an attempt to speak.

“C-can I really keep it?”

Donna pulled back slightly, while coaxing the Doctor to stand up enough to face her, and she clutched his wet cheeks in her hands as their eyes finally met. His eyes were round, his gaze hopeful yet scared, and hers were brimming with tears even as she beamed at him.

“It is yours forever, Spaceman.”

[babieswrld]

💌 What’s the dynamic between Severen and Jonas? Does Severen automatically HATE Jonas’s GUTS because Jo has such an intense rivalry with him? (Severen keeps trying to kill Jonas to win Jo’s favor. Jonas keeps surviving Looney Tunes-style.) OR are there moments where Severen and Jonas are kinda united in their mutual rivalry with Bill, so maybe they’re frenemies on EXTREMELY rare occasions? (Severen kinda likes how Jonas gets under Bill’s skin, so he lets Jonas live just to torment Bill?)

Well, let's just say that this season is not treating Jonas kindly 💀 Oh Jonas, Jonas, Jonas...WHERE TO BEGIN WITH HIM. Poor guy makes an enemy of Severen and doesn't even know it! Ain't nothin' worse than a traitor, and as far as he's concerned that's what Jonas is.

For Jonas's part, when he sees Severen from afar he just thinks it's Bill. Which, dramatic eye roll, he thought the two of them were getting a divorce, Jo made such a big deal about Bill not being around anymore and he'd seen Bill's little performance as weatherman on KFOR a few times so he thought they were finally calling it quits. So why, oh why, does he see Bill trailing Jo like a lost puppy dog AGAIN? 🙄

Buuuut if I were Jonas, I'd be real careful to mind my words. Bill seems somehow different, and the others, well, they look almost terrified of Bill, how weird....Surely it means nothing though HAHAHA 😬

100% though Severen gives Jo the cut breaklines on Jonas's suburban wrapped up all pretty because what better way to show a gal you're interested than trying to take out her enemies for her? 🥰

[yb-cringe]

sdmp update: schlatt has threatened to cut the breakline of jordans car!

[dattosdan]

So in case you don't know, the winter newsletter 2024 came just now, and its valentines themed (Doesnt do a lot for me since i'm aro but i'm hitting a papyrus and am happy to just be included)

Everyone get sent like 3 different valentines day cards, out of like 41 I believe? These are mine:

Now i despise spamton, so i'm not very happy to get his valentines day card, but i like alphys and ralsei so i'm pretty ok with th-

Oh who am i kidding, if you follow my reblog tumblr you already know whats up dawg, read the ralsei one, i'll give you some time, meet me below the breakline, when your done and be prepared for cursing.

LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!! MY FAVORITE MEME IN THE ENTIRE DELTARUNE COMMUNITTTTTTYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!! FUCKING. WEED. RALSEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!! IT'S BEEN ACKNOLEDGED, I DON'T NEED ANYMORE, THIS IS MY PEAK!!!! I CAN WAIT A HUNDREAD GOD DAMN YEARS FOR CHAPTER 3 AND 4 I DON'T CARE ANYMORE!

*violent hyena like screeching ensues in the distance*