#blue hour yj

[beommiegyu]

based off that one pic with the cowboy hamster

[hongjoongpresent]

I'm having another Yeonjun breakdown I apologize in advance for the person I'll be when the album drops. Y'all better be prepared dude

[sanguineterrain]

could I request a fic with insomniac!reader and tim? i love your writing im excited to see how you make his character your own! <3

thanks for the request! first time writing tim... kinda nervous like I'm on a first date 🫣 hope you like! this one isn't as mushy gushy as my usual fics (jason) so yeah. also my knowledge of yj is purely through fic 🤙

tim drake x gn!reader. tw insomnia, tim being so awkward but maybe... there are feelings... who can say. tim's character is so interesting to me (probably because I identify with him the most lmao).

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It's really, really nice of the team to let you stay over tonight. Like, really nice.

You haven't even done much. You're pretty much a nobody in the superhero world, not even a D-list hero. Certainly not anybody that should be hanging out with the likes of Wonder Girl and Superboy and, God, Tim freakin' Drake.

Kon was just overly generous in his cool, brash way, herding you into a spare room after last night's battle. After tonight, you'll politely break away from the team to give them some reprieve. It didn't escape your notice that they didn't hang out last night like they usually do.

You've been awake for an hour now, listening for sounds of life in the corridor. If you were home, you'd already be on the couch watching crappy TV. But you really don't want to run into anyone here.

Maybe you have some chamomile tea leftover from the last time you stayed over. You hadn't stayed the whole night, slipping away without interference as most of the team had gone to their own homes.

You get up, stretching and popping joints. It's always a little cold in the Tower, and it wakes you up as you walk to the kitchen first. You're as quiet as you can be in heating the water and finding the tea.

You take your mug and head to the den. As you enter, you freeze.

Tim turns his head from his place on the couch. The blue light from the TV makes him paler, and his eyes bluer. Sometimes, he looks so much like Bruce Wayne, it startles you.

"Oh," you say, unsure what else to say. Your brain is tired and fried. "I... was just looking for my watch."

That's definitely your dumbest lie. You don't have a watch. Tim sure as fuck knows that.

His eyes flick to your wrist, as if reminding you both how stupid your lie is, then to your mug. He mutes the TV.

You stay where you are. Tim stands, obviously shouldering his own bout of insomnia.

"It's... you can come in," he says, just as awkward as you.

That's comforting. Tim's usually so suave, the few times you've interacted. He's all Gotham Heights, his upbringing never quite sloughing off no matter how many times he's probably tried to blend in and not be so... private school.

"I was just going to bed," he says quickly.

"No, you weren't," you say. You don't mean for it to come out so shrewd. Tim looks a little startled.

"I mean, you don't need to go," you add. "I'll take this to my room. It's fine. Sorry."

"No, I've been here too long anyway. I should work on my case."

Here's the thing. It's not that Tim avoids you because in order to do that, you'd have to see him more than three times a year.

But there's a distance. You've tried not to take it personally, tried to chalk it up to the fact that you're introverted and Kon and Bart are Kon and Bart, and Cassie's too straightforward to beat around the bush, and you've somehow won her over, which is nice.

And Tim is just... cautious. Paranoid.

Those are understatements, and you can't imagine the psychological damage caused by being raised by Batman, but, well, you've seen the previous and current Robins, so you can hazard a guess.

Anyway, Tim kind of acts like an unsocialized cat with you. You once mentioned it to Kon, in nicer words, but he dismissed you, saying, "Whaddya mean? Rob likes you!" Which had assuaged nothing, but whatever.

"I won't be here long," you say, as a last-ditch effort to not make it feel like you're kicking Tim out of his own space. "I just, uh, couldn't sleep."

He watches you in that freaky Bat way, like he's trying to determine if you're a threat or not. Jesus.

"It's hard for me to sleep after a battle," you add, trying to show your belly. That's how it feels, being around Tim Drake. Like you always need to be vulnerable first. Like you're in a battle of wills you didn't know you entered.

He doesn't sit down, but he does say, "Me too."

You nod and drink your cooling tea. "There's more tea in the kitchen if you want. Chamomile."

"I'm... good. Thanks."

You edge over to the armchair diagonal to the couch and sit.

"You can work in here," you say. "Unless, uh, it's too distracting. I'll keep the TV muted."

His laptop is on the other side of the couch. Tim is still, only his eyes moving from you to the laptop.

"I don't wanna push you out," you say.

"It's really fine," he replies immediately.

It's so not fine. This isn't boding well for your insomnia. You're definitely going to be agonizing over this interaction all week.

"I won't bother you," you say.

"I didn't say you would."

Then what's the problem?

Slowly, Tim returns to the couch. You look away, so it doesn't seem like you're watching his every move (you are), nor is Tim clocking your every move (he is).

He settles on the couch and opens his laptop. You drink and try to figure out what's playing on TV. It looks to be a rerun of Columbo. You smile.

"You like Columbo?"

Tim looks spooked that you're still talking to him, but he answers. "Yeah."

"Me too."

You watch Columbo silently look for clues. Tim types, fingers flying over the keyboard. Then his fingers pause.

"I used to watch it with Dick," he says. "When I first became Robin."

You nod, giving him your full attention. "Yeah? He seems like the type."

"He does a pretty good impression of him. He likes detective shows."

"You don't?" you ask.

Tim shrugs. "They're fine. I guess I just hate how predictable they can be."

"Of course the boy genius would say that," you say, smirking.

Instantly, Tim's face turns to stone. He hums, looking back at his laptop. You blink. What happened?

"Sorry. That was a joke," you say.

"I know," Tim says, any trace of warmth gone.

You're startled by the shift. "I don't—I wasn't making fun of you. I mean, you are smart. Really smart."

Tim carefully looks at you. "...Thanks."

You nod clumsily. You should've just stayed in bed.

It's quiet for a long time. You're trying to muster up the confidence to escape to your room when Tim speaks again.

"People have said stuff like that to be facetious. I... reacted without reading your tone."

It's not an apology, but it's probably the closest thing you'll get.

"It's okay," you say.

Tim nods. His shoulders aren't so tense, though his posture is atrocious when he's off-duty.

He gets up and gives you the remote. You take it, smile small. Tim retreats.

"You can unmute it if you want. I don't mind."

So you do, and you and Tim spend the next hour half-watching Columbo and half-watching each other. Eventually, your tea finishes, and the episode ends, so you get up.

"I think I'll try and sleep," you say.

Tim nods. "Good luck."

You hum. "Thanks. Good luck with the case."

"Yeah. Thanks."

You wash the mug and leave it on the dish rack. Then you escape back to your room. You really do feel like you could sleep again. Maybe Columbo reruns are the magic ingredient to a good night's sleep.

[hwanchaesong]

↗🏢 Entering 2nd floor: An encounter forced by fate, alcohol clouding your system, now you're drowning in his vermillion sheets. 🌌

🎧: Chase Atlantic - Slow Down

wc: 838

genre & warnings: smut, jealousy, angst if you squint, sprinkle of fluff ig, college setting, cursing, drinking and party, petnames, unprotected sex, mentions of cunnilingus and fingering, kind of toxic situationship with yj etc etc (yes, this is the same universe as Soobin's ver) mdni

a/n: this is a part of The Paradise Hotel series. if y'all want, you can read the other album inspired fics of other groups here.

Your vision is starting to go dim, and it came to a point where the nasty noises are nothing more but static in your ears.

It was all hazy, sweaty, and hot but who could blame you but the man who was currently rearranging your guts.

The man who sees red whenever his demons turn into that of green and blue monsters, the one and only Choi Yeonjun.

In what way did you even manage to anger him? You have no idea, you were merely enjoying yourself in a party that you know he will be at, yet you chose to play with fire.

"I leave you alone for a while and you're whoring yourself for everyone to see." he rasps, gritting his teeth when your insides clenched tighter on his member that continuously bullies its way into your overstimulated cunt.

"Oh? You like getting called a whore?" he mocks, his thrusts neverending and harsh.

"I d-don't!" you cried out and he chuckled darkly at your weak attempt of fending off his accusations.

You really had the guts to be this courageous when you could've been his obedient little doll.

"Deny all you want babe." a hand of his that was formerly on your hips in a bruising grip snakes towards your collar bones, his finger traces the hickeys that he left on your smooth skin, "But your pussy says otherwise."

You whimpered at his degrading words, but you couldn't deny it.

How could you when you're basically dripping?

Every time he pushes his pulsating length into you, the more your juices squelch, gushing all over his vermillion sheets and his thighs.

Yeonjun really isn't in a good condition either. He's been holding back his release for hours now, and he did everything in his power to do so.

From eating you out until you're squirting in his mouth, letting him lap on your wetness, not stopping even if you beg him to stop because you're too sensitive from the prior high caused by his fingers. To fucking you into different positions just to feel more of you.

You are so fucking addictive and he couldn't get enough of you.

Since he met you through Soobin's girlfriend, you got him hooked, and he'll be damned if he can't have you in this lifetime.

His hawk eyes watched you flirt with some ugly asses in the kitchen of his frat house, and he deemed it proper to let you finish the bottle of beer you're drinking before dragging you upstairs and cornering you in an empty bedroom.

And now he has you crying out in pleasure whenever the tip of cock hits your g-spot perfectly. Begging for him to stop but the second he slows down, your eyes shoot wide open in panic. Truly, you are a statement of hypocrisy and that excites him more.

Rejecting him when he clearly knows that you're weak for him, that you can never sincerely say no to him.

"Yeonjun.. please." you mewled out his name, his snapping hips against your staggers for a bit as he was startled, but quickly regained his composure.

"You were saying, princess?" he tilts his head, his hand going over your tits to squeeze on the fatty mounds and tugging on your nipples.

"I want to cum." you mumbled, gazing into his hooded dark orbs, and his image burns into the back of your mind.

Insanely, utterly, and out of this world attractive. That's what he is.

With his messy hair, beads of sweat on his forehead, pink lips and fox-like eyes— he is magnificent.

"Hm? My princess wants to cum?" he mused, chuckling when you nodded your head.

Aren't you adorable?

"How much do you want to cum?" he asks, examining your desperate expression that made him crazy to no extent.

Your hands flew to his broad shoulders, nails raking on his porcelain skin, "So much. Please, Yeonjun, let me cum. Make me cum."

He hisses at the sting, his thrusts getting erratic while his dick inside you twitches in anticipation.

Yeonjun leans down, his face hovering over your own, his elbow supporting his weight, while the other one goes to your neck, lightly squeezing it.

"Tell me you're mine first." he orders, face dangerously hovering over yours, his warm breath fans across your lips.

The slight closing of your air pipe gave you a sensation of haziness, his words made you tingly, and his unrelenting fucking are making you feel a sensation of euphoria.

"Yeonjun.. Yeonjun." you chanted his name like you're in some sort of daze, dragging your hands to cup his face, "I am yours. All yours. I belong to you."

Yeonjun's heart squeezed, overwhelming feelings led to him capturing your lips in a sweet yet searing kiss, letting you two bask in the crashing waves of euphoria as the both of you reached utopia at the same time.

Surely, whatever color the stoplight shows, Yeonjun won't ever slow down when it comes to you, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

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[nikrei]

For day two, Bart just won the Young Justice chess* tournament!! Traya came in second and Slobo came in third. Full tournament lineup and chess* headcanons under the cut

Welcome to my yj chess headcanons:

1) what YJ calls chess is actually 5 dimensional chess with multiverse time travel. They just call it chess. They have sort of forgot the regular version exists. (I am, however, a fake 5d chess fan: it languishes in my steam library, intimidating, unplayed)

2) tim discovered it and got them all into it. They like it varying amounts:

Bart: undisputed reigning champion of 5 dimensional chess with multiverse time travel. Loves this game.

Cassie: has the basics down and does fine vs other folks or the game ai. Hates the game. Must be tricked into being competitive about it to make her join in.

Tim: was excited about the game and got v into it v intensely as he does. Burnt himself out on it a bit. He's pretty good but doesn't know if he loves or hates the game. Will get hypercompetitive about it tho.

Kon: good at it pretty naturally because he's used to thinking in multiple dimensions (been flying since day 1) but he can psych himself out second guessing his moves. Likes playing the game, can get competitive.

Greta: good at the game because she has so. much. free time. Can get tunnel focused on it and doesn't mind losing as much as the others, so can play against bart for hours and hours. Always up for a game, enjoys it.

Cissie: good at it pretty naturally, but doesn't have strong feelings about it. Plays mostly with Traya because Cassie really doesn't want to.

Traya: v good at it, and really likes it. Plays with Cissie at school and also Red Tornado a lot. Prolly can beat Bart maybe 1 in 5 times?

Anita: wasn't sure about it but got hypercompetitive about it and is now pretty good. Likes it now that she's good at it.

Slobo: also v good at it! Its similar to some space games prolly, and like kon he's v used to thinking in multiple dimensions. Doesn't get as competitive as some of the others which really gets them steamy when he beats them.

Ray: Newbie player who got thrown in the deep end. One day YJ was like, let's have a chess tournament! And Ray was like, oh okay thats a wierd thing to do out of the blue but I can roll with that I know chess. He did not know chess. Still learning but getting the hang of it. Now has a fear response to it tho.

3) they play online w each other all the time but every now and then have tournaments when they are all hanging out. They used to just do a winner plays next round sort of thing but it always just ended up w everyone losing to bart all the time. Tournament winners get favors and tournament losers have to do dares.

4) bart plays with his civilian friends too!! They are varying levels of into it but I think Carol likes it a lot.

5) one time Ra's al Ghul challenged tim to a game of chess and when he got sat down at a regular chess board he was just like.......whet is this.... and completely blanked on the rules to regular chess

[skye707]

what's the preferred energy drink/gatorade/coffee flavor of each Riddler, or which category do they each prefer?

Gotta stay hydrated when you're busying conquering the world.

Unburied - Coffee, something sweet like a mocha frappuccino

ZY - Energy drink (and by energy drink I mean water that's been flavored with a power mix containing electrolytes, vitamins, etc.)

Dano - He drinks those instant caffeine shots, 5 Hour Energy and whatnot. Something that's very likely to send him into cardiac arrest one day.

YJ - Gatorade, and his preferred flavors are blue and green.

Gotham - Coffee and, when he can get it, tea. Three sugars, please and thank you.

BTAA - He's got an espresso machine that is always on and always working just as hard as he is.

Arkham - Stale coffee that's been sitting on his workbench for at least two days, but there's still some in there so he might as well drink it.

BTAS - Coffee and only coffe. Get that gross leaf water out of here.

Telltale - Tea and only tea. Get that gross bean water out of here.

[writing-ca-ira]

HASARDER — PROLOGUE

YJ/Teen Titans Dick Grayson x Reader

ERROR << MASTERLIST >> Part 1

As a civilian who just so happens to live with the Titans, you’re not supposed to wake up in unfamiliar places… let alone unfamiliar timelines. What happens when someone wakes up in a world that parallels their own… that they’re also dead in? Guess you’ll find out.

The reader is gender neutral.

Contains: civilian reader, mentions of death (but, like, in a non-death way), spoilers: no one actually dies, no heroes actually show up yet cuz this is just the prologue, y’all need context before the story can start.

For your first interrogation session, you thought you were doing pretty well. Of course, you had the Titans to thank for that (Robin especially; he always said it was his job as a leader and your best friend to keep you prepared for everything), but you surprised yourself with just how calm you were.

… Even if you were caught trespassing in some abandoned lab in downtown Jump City.

You had no idea what you were doing there. You just woke up on the dirtiest tiled floor you had ever seen, brain filled with nothing but fuzzy static, and your T-communicator (the Honorary Titan T-communicator, as dubbed by Beast Boy) totally busted.

Now, looking back on it, deciding to just up and leave a mysterious— and run-down — building was probably a dumb idea, but it’s not like you’re one of the crime-fighting hooligans that does this for a living (“a rookie mistake,” you were sure to tell Robin after this was done and over with). That’s how the alarms sounded, and you didn’t even get to step foot outside before a bunch of red and blue flashing lights could be seen through the cracks of the boarded up windows.

And that’s how you found yourself in a scene just like those cop movies Cyborg would sometimes binge. The walls were a bleak gray color, the chairs would squeak with even the slightest movement, and the handcuffs they slapped on your wrists would create an ungodly noise each time they scraped against the metal table. And what was worse than all that, you seemed to have gotten the snarkiest cop in the entire precinct to interrogate you. To him, every word that came out of your mouth was a total lie, leaving him to scoff and roll his eyes after each of your sentences.

When he finally left the room — probably to watch you from that double-sided glass pane; what a classic cop move — you found yourself releasing your frustration through a long and drawn out sigh. Part of you wanted to pull out the “I know the Titans and they would be so mad” card, but you decided it wouldn’t be the best call. If he can’t accept the idea of you waking up in an abandoned lab with no memory, how would explaining that you’re roommates with Jump City’s famed protectors go? Yeah, you thought to yourself. Not going down THAT rabbit hole.

30 or so minutes of solitude seemed to go by in a flash, because the sound of the door opening snapped you out of your thoughts. In came the man of the hour, holding a creme-colored file folder, though he didn’t toss it onto the table like you expected him to. Rather, he opted to lay it gently on the corner of the table after he was properly seated, making you ponder what he was up to.

“… So,” the cop began. His tone of voice sounded uncertain — confused, even — which was a stark contrast from his snarky and condescending attitude from earlier. Instead of lazily leaning back in his chair, expression radiating pure boredom, he was actually leaning forward with his hands clasped together on the metal table; intent on listening to your every word. “What did you say your name was?”

The question made your eyebrows furrow. That was one of the first things you had told him when he initially began questioning, and he didn’t have any problems then. In fact, through this whole interrogation session, he would call you by your full name like it was second nature to him, albeit in a patronizing manner. Just what was he up to?

“(Y/N) (L/N),” you answered, trying to keep the hesitation out of your voice.

The cop leaned back the slightest bit, his dark eyes scanning over you suspiciously. Whatever was going on inside his head must’ve been quite the battlefield, because you could’ve sworn you saw his face flash back and forth from disbelief to shock at least 10 times. It would’ve been humorous to you if it didn’t cause your anxiety to rise. You found yourself preparing for the worst.

But no time in the world could prepare you for his follow-up question; “And you’re sure?”

Your brain sputtered. Any attempt to form a coherent thought proved futile for a solid 10 seconds. Had you of been less caught off-guard, your response to him would’ve been much more elegant than simply, “what?”

The grimace that crossed the cop’s features only caused more anxiety to pile up in your chest. His eyes were completely unreadable as he slowly reached for the folder he set down earlier, dragging it to the center of the table. You found yourself watching the way he flipped the folder — almost hesitantly — and pulled out a piece of paper. Whatever was on it made his grimace more prominent on his face, dark eyes skimming over it before he wordlessly set the paper in front of you.

You almost didn’t want to look at it, too engrossed with maintaining the uneasy eye-contact you had with the cop to even look away. But you eventually mustered the courage to trail your eyes down to the paper in front of you, and…

Certificate of Death.

You found yourself pausing on the title, the anxiety in your chest swirling around your lungs and squeezing them. It became apparent that you nowhere near prepared to stomach whatever words would follow. This was turning into a can of worms that you wanted nothing more than to chuck into that abandoned lab you woke up in, leaving it behind to have pizza night with your friends in Titan’s Tower.

But the pair of eyes from across the table were burning into your skull, urging you to swallow the information on the page.

Your slow hands gingerly grasped onto the paper in front of you. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you noted how the paper was warm to the touch, and you came to the realization that this must’ve been printed out fairly recently. Most likely from a database, or…

Stalling wasn’t going to do you any good. Whatever this certificate had on it, it was important enough for this cop to show you.

So, you found yourself reading it once again.

Certificate of Death. The State of Rhode Island Department of Health. Division of Vital Statistics.

Full name of deceased:

… (Your full name).

This was some sort of cruel joke. It had to be. Did this cop hate you so much that he made up some fake death certificate — or a death certificate of some other (Y/N) (L/N) — to mess with you? Or maybe this was a just a prank from the Titans; a really really crappy prank. Would your friends go as far as to knock you out, put you in some random building, and get the Jump City Police in on this elaborate joke? Was your deepest insecurity true, and the Titans secretly resented you for living at the Tower despite being a civilian?

All of your panicked thoughts were ceased by the cop across from you gently setting a photo down on the metal table. You tore your eyes away from the paper in your hands to see that it was a portait-style picture of you; one you had never seen before. The blotchy background was reminiscent of a school yearbook photo, and taking a look at the awkward smile on your face, you reasonably concluded that it was a school yearbook photo. Except… which year?

The cop’s voice was soft when he spoke up. “(Y/N) (L/N) has…” there was a moment of hesitation, “been dead for two years.”

“… two years,” you echoed back, voice so soft and foreign to your own ears. Your eyes reverted back to the death certificate, desperately trying to make sense of the situation.

Certificate of Death. The State of Rhode Island Department of Health. Division of Vital Statistics.

Full name of deceased: (your full name).

Date of death: December 12th, 2013.

Place of death: Providence, Rhode Island.

“I… don’t understand…” you were beyond emotions, the anxiety within you trying to claw out of your rib cage. Your thoughts were like a blizzard, and every new revelation made the storm worse. Your next question was more for yourself than the cop; “what was I even doing in Rhode Island…?”

Your question seemed to confuse the cop. He clasped his hands together once again and quirked a brow at you. “Well, according to your file, you live in Rhode Island… err… lived, I guess I should say.”

“That’s not…” you cut yourself off when your eyes fell on the usual residence part of the certificate. Sure enough, in a font that resembles a typewriter, Rhode Island was printed on the line. This only fed more into your confusion and frustration. “No… this isn’t right..!! I’ve never even left Jump City!”

“Apparently, a lot of stuff isn’t right about that certificate,” the cop humorously chortled. “Last I checked, dead people don’t wake up in old boarded-up labs on the other side of the country.”

He had a point; if you died in Rhode Island, how did you end up back in Jump City? And a whole two years…

Your eyes suddenly widened out of realization.

“… The Titans,” you almost whispered. They had to of known you were dead. Your only family was the Titans, so the only way this certificate could even exist is if they identified you. So… have they been mourning your apparent death this entire time?

Please… you begged in your mind. Please don’t be…

As heartbreaking as the thought was, you silently prayed that your friends weren’t hurting for a whole two years. Hopefully, Starfire found someone else to get milkshakes with, while Raven got used to spending her late nights in solitude. Perhaps Cyborg opted to have movie marathons with Beast Boy (speaking of him, you hoped he still enjoyed watching cartoons without you). And Robin…

As much as you wanted Robin to move on, there was a selfish part of you that hoped he didn’t find a new best friend.

But none of that mattered; you were alive. You could return to your regular life with them, right? After a big reunion party, you can all go out and celebrate with pizza, just like it was before. This could all just be a huge nightmare that you can all look back on and think, man, that was weird.

“I have to reach out to the Titans,” you firmly said to the cop. The death certificate had long fallen out of your hands and floated aimlessly towards the floor, though it’s not like you had any desire to look at it again. “They have to know I’m alive.”

At first, you thought you would have to explain to the cop about your relationship with the Titans. It would be a quick, I live in Titan’s Tower, they took me in, we’re friends, blah blah blah and you’d be on your way to the nearest phone.

But, of course, the day could only get worse and worse.

“Titans? Who’re they?”

[kattythingz]

YJ x FMA Pt. 6

Where the fuck did this semblance of plot come from

(Don't take that promise too seriously. I'm literally just winging this au for fun to keep Solaris from frying my brain. Feel free to prompt me or give me ideas tho!! I live for shenanigans and episode rewrites.)

🧡 Pt. 1 💛 Pt. 2 🤍 Pt. 3 🩵 Pt. 4 💙 Pt. 5 🧡

Generally, there were better ways to be woken up than choking on his own heart lodged in his throat. 

Ling had gone to bed a king the other night. Immediately, upon being led to Ling’s room—their room now, by the League’s blessing—Ed had struck him with a familiar barrage of a thousand and one questions about anything and everything he laid brilliant eyes on, poking fingers across every surface, judging every blank space on the wall lacking Ling’s presence; listening, deeply, when Ling had stopped him out of the blue with arms around his waist and words murmured into his neck. 

The following hour had been a blur as Ed was suddenly in borrowed clothes from him and lying across his chest. And Ling hadn’t slept so well in weeks. 

But he’d never known terror like the following morning either.

When his arms were empty—the mattress colder than his blood in a single instant.

He might’ve looked mad sprinting into the kitchen as he had. He might’ve looked the greatest fool to walk the Earth, standing there paralyzed by a single glimpse of sunlight. He might’ve—

Needed a minute.

“Well, shit. If it isn’t the actual emperor of Xing this time.”

Ling’s breathing hadn’t quite steadied yet when he padded his way back to the kitchen, catching in his chest all over again at the teasing grin Ed—Ed, Ed, Ed, real, not a dream—shot him from his helm at the stove.

“Took you long enough, your stupendous majesty,” Ed snickered.

Ling crawled on his heart toward Ed’s side. The grin stole its way onto his face as he said, “You realize that isn’t the diss you want it to be, right? Stupendous means—”

“Who cares what it means? Sounds like stupid, so it’s stupid.”

“That’s not how it works at all,” Ling laughed, and couldn’t help draping himself over Ed’s available side, that had been left suspiciously open for him anyway. True enough, Ed shifted at the clinginess but didn’t brush him off. “The word is even grander in Xingese, you know. You’d be giving me quite the compliment if you ever said that to me in that language.”

“Exactly why I said it in this one. Whatever it is.” Ed dumped an omelet from the pan and onto a plate, and Ling snagged it immediately. Ed rolled his eyes but didn’t stop him. “I don’t suppose you’ve wondered what language this is or how we’re speaking it, lazyass that you are?”

“Can’t say I have.” Ling beamed, lifting his arm from Ed’s middle to bend it on his shoulder instead and eat from the angle. “Well?”

The word came out muffled by food, and Ed pulled a face at him. “Well, you’re disgusting. Sit the fuck down or get your face away from me.”

“Why, Edward—!”

A loud clearing of a throat interrupted Ling, and he turned his head to catch Kaldur as the source, M’gann focusing politely on her food next to him as well.

Ah, right. The children.

“I believe I might be able to answer your question, Ed,” Kaldur said, the image of courtesy. “The language we’re all speaking is English. And Ling did, in fact, express a similar question upon his first arrival.”

“Don’t tell him so soon, Kaldur!” Ling whined, but he was pleased as ever to see the juvenility from Kaldur. “That’s not part of the game.”

“It’s a game now?” Ed snorted. “Sit down, dumbass, seriously.”

Ling had half a mind to put aside his food and say no to that. But now that his insides had found relative stability in Ed’s orbit, his stomach was yawning, so he pressed a quick kiss to Ed’s temple while he was distracted before joining his friends at the island.

Ed squawked at the motion, wiping the spot with an insulting disgust—“What the hell, Ling?!”—and Ling laughed.

“Perhaps you’ve gotten rusty, Ed. You should’ve seen that coming.”

Ed grumbled. “Yeah, yeah, shut up. I’m thinking.”

Ling had noticed that, yes. That was why he’d softened Ed’s intense expression with a kiss first. Though, by the returning pinch of those features, it seemed the effort had been moot.

Ling sobered in his seat. “What are you thinking?”

Ed’s gaze flicked to him, and then Kaldur and M’gann, who followed Ling’s cue and sat up as well. He bit his lip, torn.

“I’m thinking…” he started, with meaningful weight, “the Truth might have something to do with this.”

Ling immediately tensed. “Why do you say?”

Kaldur and M’gann couldn’t possibly begin to understand the sheer danger of that implication, and Ling was sorry to exclude them like this. But Ed’s fingers had gone taut around his arms, anxious beyond his skin, and Ling couldn’t stand that sight either.

“Ed,” Ling repeated, and Ed thankfully looked up. “Why do you say that?”

Ed blew out a breath. Bracing himself before saying, “The runes of that circle. I told you it took me and Teacher a week to figure out together, and that’s because neither of us recognized half the runes on it. The closest match I found for their origin was old. Really old.” He looked at Ling. “Several centuries’ ago Xing, to be exact.”

Ling frowned. “That’s not possible. Xing doesn’t have—”

“I know,” Ed interrupted with a frustrated noise. “That’s why I took so long too. I thought the scroll was bullshitting me, but it wasn’t. The runes on it were a perfect match for the ones on the circle. And that sort of knowledge was just lying around your palace.”

“So you’re saying…”

“This was an inside job.” Ed grimaced. “Guess a few cockroaches slipped you, after all.”

Something coiled in the base of Ling’s ribcage, and he clenched his jaw hard. Ed’s expression thawed with remorse in the corner of his eye.

“Mei and I tried figuring it out ourselves,” Ed said wearily in lieu of an apology, which was good, because Ling wasn’t taking one. This wasn’t Ed’s fault. This, apparently, was his own. “We narrowed it down to the best list we could, but—”

“Ed.”

Ed’s mouth snapped shut, and he cast a wide-eyed look at Ling. Still so prone to carrying Ling’s weight, even when Ling bore his own weight of a crown. 

His smile rose bitterly, but rose nonetheless, for Ed.

“It’s alright,” he said. “That shouldn’t have been you and Mei’s job to begin with, and you couldn’t have tackled it in a short week alone, much less the entire month I was gone. You did your best.”

Ed pushed off the counter, staggering with a burden now. “That’s the thing, though. Our best might not be enough anymore here. Ling, one of those runes translated directly to ‘reality’. Truth in another name. If we’re here at all in any manner thanks to that thing, then who knows what the toll—?”

“We’ll figure it out.”

Ed stopped at the firm assertion. “You don’t know that. I don’t know that yet.” He shook his head, jostling bangs out of place and forcing him to retuck them with an uneasy exhale. “I… I don’t regret chasing you here. Truth knows someone had to get you home, and I’ll be damned if that’s not me. I’m happy to see you again too. But… this is another world, Ling. I don’t know anything here; I don’t even know the symbols on the other circle I came out of. I never got a good look at it thanks to that fucking scientist, and I barely figured out the one back in the palace too—”

“You made it here, didn’t you?” Ling interrupted him, and Ed swallowed a pin. “That means you’ve already figured out half of it.”

“Yeah, but—”

“If I may.” Kaldur’s voice beat Ling to it, and he turned easily to him. Unlike Ed, who whirled like their audience had burned him. 

Kaldur bore the shock well, back straight and expression set. 

“I may not understand the true depth of your positions, but I do understand that, as of now—and however long is within our power—your position is with us. Among friends, and comrades.” He quirked his lips in that empathic lilt of his, sharing the kindness with not only Ed, but M’gann and Ling as well. “Perhaps that will not get you home easier, but worse odds have failed to stop this team. This will not be different.”

He held them all with such obvious confidence, and Ling had never seen a better leader in the making. He thought Ed saw it too, when his eyes flashed as he considered Kaldur and softened at the barest edges.

Ed let out a breath, shaking his head a little. 

“You really shouldn’t talk back to me like that.” He gave a half-hearted chuckle. “Those are some ballsy words to promise.”

Kaldur smiled. “I will take that as a compliment.”

That got another laugh out of Ed, truer that time, and he restored enough hope to finally get to making his own omelet—because of course he’d kept himself for last, and, of course, that was when Ling remembered his own pressing question, finally.

“Speaking of ballsy,” Ling said, eager to lift the atmosphere again. “Ed, how’d the interrogation go yesterday?”

He’d spoken between a mouthful again, and Ed didn’t miss a beat in shooting him an unimpressed look. He understood the words suspiciously well for someone who judged Ling for his eating-and-speaking habits, though.

“The interrogation went fine, you damn glutton,” Ed huffed, certainly for Kaldur and M’gann’s confused sakes, folding the omelet in a blind motion. “Dragged on for way too long and nearly bored me to sleep, but fine. Although, I have some serious questions about whoever’s in charge of designing the clothes around here.”

It took the resident heroes a second to catch on. But when they did, it was M’gann who reacted first, snorting high in her nose. She blushed at the noise, slapping a hand over her mouth in mortification—but Ling had heard it before from Ed. And his heart had only been trained to melt for the sound.

“I am—so sorry,” M’gann said when Ed smiled at her too. “I—I was trying to say that, well, that’s kind of funny, since most heroes design their own costumes…” She looked red-faced down at her lap. “Sorry. Continue.”

“What did I say about apologizing?” Ed said, and shook his head. “Anyway, that explains why they’re letting a guy run around in a bat suit—”

Kaldur choked politely on his juice.

“—as if it’s intimidating. I couldn’t even take him seriously, I swear.”

“No, Batman’s—pretty scary, alright,” M’gann squeaked out, either thinking the same thing as Kaldur or trying not to. Either way, Ling barely masked his laughter at them. “But I guess I can see why you wouldn’t get it. You stood up to him pretty easily yesterday…”

“Oh, that was nothing,” Ed said. He served his own food at last, bringing over his plate to their corner before continuing, “You should meet my alchemy teacher, if you think a guy like that’s scary. Once you’ve pissed off the devil into tossing butcher knives at you blindfolded…” He shivered. “You never look back.”

“I’ll say,” Ling mumbled, failing to contain his own reaction. “How certain are you again that she won’t kill me after walking you down the aisle, Ed?”

Ed actually had to pause to consider that. He opened his mouth, before closing it.

“Probably—seventy-thirty?” he guessed far too calmly for Ling’s liking. “Teacher has manners too. She’d probably wait until after the ceremony to do anything. I dunno your chances then.”

Ling hated that very, very much.

“Great.” He sank into his seat. So his future wasn’t very long, even if they escaped this world safely. 

He was already lamenting his stolen youth when a new chi entered the periphery of his senses. It wasn’t anyone worth pretending around like the Justice League, so he kept his posture and listened to the other three laugh at him instead.

“Why do you think I bullied that league or whatever into letting us share your room?” Ed said, still laughing, he was so cruel. “I know your future is short.”

“Did you really?” M’gann said, surprised. “Bully the Justice League, I mean?”

By her asking it that way, it didn’t seem like she thought it was too crazy for Ed to do such a thing. Which was an apt conclusion to draw. Even Kaldur only furrowed his brow in curiosity.

Ed snickered, then. “Oh, yeah. Totally. The red-and-blue guy at least—”

“Superman?” Kaldur offered.

“That’s the stupid name!” Ed snapped his fingers. “Yeah, him.”

Ling shifted at the chi abruptly freezing. Ed continued, none-the-wiser, “He seriously pissed me off in the first place, so I didn’t mind making him a little uncomfortable too. Bastard should’ve thought twice before trying me. Maybe he will now.”

“Bastard?” Ling repeated idly—and he already had a feeling where that conversation had gone. But, still, for audiences out of the loop… 

He sat up to lean on his elbow, catching Ed’s eye with the motion. “I don’t suppose there’s a story behind that?”

Ed narrowed his eyes. Suspecting immediately, for sure, but not knowing enough to dismiss him yet. When Ling only smiled back invitingly, he rolled his eyes with a put-upon sigh and tossed Ling the bone. He said, “Not much of a story, so much as an uncomfortable rehash. I thought the guy’s name was familiar, so I asked him if he had any relation to a Superboy too—”

“Oh!” M’gann gasped, sympathy striking her features. “We completely forgot to warn you about that. Superman is—”

“Superboy’s dad, yeah, I got that pretty quickly.” M’gann furrowed her brow when Ed scowled suddenly. “He seemed pretty eager to deny any connection to his own son. I hope Superboy’s had a chance to punch his asshole dad yet. If he hasn’t, he should get one.”

Leave it to Ed to put it so perfectly.

Ling hummed, casting a quick glance to the space past the kitchen and the chi that lingered in it.

Superboy had definitely heard that. 

Good.

Ling pulled his face back to a grin, and judging by the look Ed shot him as soon as his gaze returned, they were having words later.

“That sounds awful, dear!” Ling said cheerily, and Ed’s scowl deepened with further suspicion. “I can’t imagine how you responded to that.”

“You know exactly how I responded, asshole!”

“I’m almost certain I don’t, actually.”

Ed’s eyebrows twitched.

“I fucking hate you.”

Kaldur and M’gann shared extremely confused looks when Ling beamed in response.

“Now, that I know!”

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[moamidzyism]

what's ur fav yj hair color? :0

i love yeonjun with black hair the mostest because that was his hair color when he became my ult bias (nyfw 2021) but i also loved red from magic, pink from blue hour, blue from act lovesick tour, and the blond from between eternity and blue hour, and also dilt orange

pleasee i have so many like this is my roman empire

[yjhgvf]

YJ had to wait two and a half hours for one of their classes in a boring classroom building so it's time for more traditional silly doodles!

First we have 5 Blue's Clues doodles/screenshot redraws, mainly of Mr Salt and Tickety bc I was in that type of mood

Then we have our standard yjhgvf blog Troublemakers content, one of Big Trouble questioning Little Trouble's medical certifications (a little late for that, isn't it?) and the second of more self indulgent silly selfship content (I believe in ticklish Troublemakers supremacy /hj /lh)

And lastly some misc doodles. One inspired by me having to wait an insane amount of time for Maya to render a 306 frame animation, and the other inspired by Big Trouble's lopsided cake from Umi Space Heroes (I think it's lopsided... I didn't exactly look up a reference for the cake)

[ox1-lovesick]

omg WAIR SAV FIRST OF ALL THR THEME HOLY SHIT THR HEADERRRRR IS SO TRIPPY?!? I LOVE IT SMM?!? AND THEN the songs bro the dojaejung overwhelming the list ( me when the album was released for two months) and HOLD THR FUCK UP UR A FANTASY?!? (i manifested this bc i went to listen to old sf9 songs and cry today)

CAN WE BE ANY MORE DESTINED FOR EACH OTHER????

stop because I actually listen to perfume every day I've been so obsessed since it's release 😭 start my morning with Dojaejung and my mood is amazing the whole day it makes me feel like a princess ??? (jaehyun's voice is so??#??##8$+#)

AND YES I'VE BEEN ONE SINCE GOOD GUY ERA !!!! funfact I was a SF9 ult before I became a txt ult during cysm era (literally started stanning and ulting them the day of) 😋 I found out about them through Extraordinary You (my all time favourite drama) Where Rowoon played Haru and lord was I inlove with him????? Him and Inseong were my baes fr I lived and breathed them 😭😭😭 Hwiyoung and Taeyang too I used to watch his smooth criminal cover every single moment I existed 💔💔💔 I still remember my fantasy glory days where I'd spend hours in YouTube hunting down crack videos there was so little fan content it was depressing 😭 Even after I started ulting txt for a good few months I was still so obsessed with them like I watched that interview they did where Inseong was one of the hosts around Runaway era (the one where that video of blue haired yj grinding on the floor comes from ☠️) and I literally could not take my eyes off Inseong like???? I was there to watch txt but he had me in such a chokehold 😭 I even got my brother obsessed with Summer Breeze when it just came out and man is the biggest kpop hater ever (he likes txt and rv though I taught him well) every time I would be watching anything kpop related he'd force me to put on Summer Breeze 😭

Unfortunately I don't keep up with them as much anymore but I still love their music (and them) they're my baes 🫂🫂🫂

[binniesoob]

TXT LORE O'CLOCK

idk about sb or yj mood teaser yet, BUT

these three have the butterfly 🦋 !!! bg's butterfly is the negative of tae's and kai is the one holding it!

1) I included the meaning of the butterfly in my storyline summary (that's going to drop soon), but at this point i'm going to say it here first:

The blue butterfly is generally seen as a positive symbol that represents hope, change, and new beginnings.

Bg's true name (SPOILER) is Hope! It makes super sense that butterflies have been associated with him!

(from "we lost the summer" mv)

In many cultures, the blue butterfly is representative of the soul. For example, in Native American cultures, it is often seen as a spirit animal that carries with it the change from summer to winter.

For the longest time, in literature (Petrarca, Shakespeare etc.), summer - winter have been used as metaphors for youth - aging 👀 and we know that TXT are about to leave their childhood and its fantasies (magic island) behind to enter adulthood.

(The changing of the seasons is actually a main motif in TXT's storyline, I'm going to talk about it more in the summary.)

The fact that it's associated with the soul though scares me because it could confirm the possibility of Tae being left behind or sacrificing himself for the group 😰 ( see here ) ?

A blue butterfly may symbolize new beginnings because it is the color of the sky and the ocean, both of which represent vastness and possibility.

TXT reached the ocean with "Farewell" 👀

2) Now. Bg's butterfly is pink ...

Pink is also a color of hope, and this links into the butterfly’s transformational characteristics.

Your prayers have been heard and answered. (...) Things will work out for the best, and there is always hope after a long struggle.

Bg's is the one that's been wanting to leave Magic Island since forever, and they are finally doing it! (Again, I'm going to elaborate this in my summary, but, for now, think about Bg's in Blue Hour)

If you see a pink butterfly, it’s time to open your eyes and truly take in everything around you. 

Bg's in the TNC concept trailer is the one that opens his eyes looking at the viewers, after the nightmare aka the fighting scene with the feathers 👀

3) Kai is holding the butterfly in his hands: he (or more like, his doppelganger/dark side) is the one controlling the transition TXT have to go through. (Again, I'm going to elaborate this is the summary ;^; but, for now, think about Kai's giving dark vibes in Frost and in the TNC trailer)

[gyunivrse]

Idk if you have seen this already but here's the smollest feline in the world beomgyu - here

Also could I know your favourite txt bsides?

GYYUUUU 💔💔 that video just made my day he's soso cute

also, oh my gosh,, i could talk about txt bsides all day long, i hope you're prepared

tbh there's so many to choose from but one that really sticks out to me is roller coaster, it's genuinely so good and i somehow overlooked it when i first became a moa (idk how i did that bc it's literally a masterpiece, i ascend every time i listen to it AND THE CHOREO IS ADDICTIVE)

blue orangeade makes me hyper, like it's so good i just can't help but to dance around when it comes on 💀 it came on while i was driving yesterday and i had to fight the urge

new rules and no rules are two of my all time favorite txt songs, i'll never shut up about them

IT'S HARD TO PICK A BSIDE FROM MINISODE BLUE HOUR OR TDC ETERNITY THOUGH

ghosting will always be special to me tho, it makes me emotional <//3

but yeah i genuinely think that i'm incapable of picking a bside from tdc eternity, they're all genuinely so good 😭 i looped that album for weeks when it first came out

from thursdays child, my favorite bside is probably thursdays child has far to go, but i'm listening to lonely boy a lot recently too (tchftg will always be special to me tho from the atlanta concert that i went to 💔 hyuka and yj came to the second floor and they ran past me, so every time i hear that song i fr get flashbacks 😭😭)

STOP I DIDN'T THINK I'D WRITE A LITERAL NOVEL OVER THE TXT BSIDES BUT HERE WE ARE and i could probably keep going if i didn't control myself

also hii thank you for asking, i hope you've had a good day so far 🫶🏻

[lcvekiller]

excuse me but why does yeonjun look ethereal here???? gimme reasons

[eternityljy]

pink yeonjun core🌸💖🍧

[soobeannie]

blue hour ft the mc who looks a lot like soobin😳💞