#like HELLO???? are all my emails just going into the void like WHAT IS THIS

[fingertipsmp3]

I love being ghosted by HR lmao

[kingkatsuki]

hello jo i have burrowed up from the grave to say hey hope you're doing well and that your crops are watered etc etc.

and also thinkin about being katsu's lil admin/executive assistant and getting jealous bc u are tasked with maintaining his booty call schedule ok bye

GORGE DO NOT FALL BACK INTO MY LIFE WITH ANGST. I will not allow it on this day. I hope you’re doing well lovely, it’s been so long💕

Bakugou doesn’t call it a booty call list, but you know that’s exactly what they are. Pretty women who are constantly calling the office to try and talk to Pro-Hero Dynamight. Telling you how important they are, and how they deserve to be put straight through to the Hero when you give them the well rehearsed spiel that you’ve memorised about not being able to forward him calls right now as he’s busy. “Too busy for me? I don’t think so-” they always respond the same way, but somehow they never manage to make it through to your boss.

It hurts, hearing a different voice each month. You haven’t actually seen any of them (except one that he managed to get papped with and she was beautiful), but you can just tell over the phone how pretty they are. Because why settle for less when you’re Pro-Hero Dynamight, why settle for you?

It was stupid to think he’d ever like someone like you, but it didn’t make it hurt any less. Putting on your polite phone voice whenever you’d arrange an engagement for him, trying not to think about the way he’d look at them when he arrives at his date. Looks of infatuation, adoration, lust? The thought made bile rise in the back of your throat as you put the phone down with a sigh, wishing that for once he wouldn’t make you do this as part of your job. But god forbid Bakugou actually used his phone.

You knew he’d be leaving his office soon today, his third date this month was scheduled for half-hour from now and Bakugou was never late. You smelt him before you saw him, a mixture of his quirk and expensive cologne permeated the room as you tried to focus on your computer. Pretending to be typing away at your email but really it was just jibberish. Borderline keyboard smashing so you wouldn’t have to look into Bakugou’s eyes when he was leaving to meet a woman. A woman who wasn’t you. He always tended to linger around your desk whenever he had a date, like he wanted to talk to you before he left— but it was probably just to remind you of how painfully single you were.

But little did you know— the real reason Bakugou was going out on all these dates was because he thought there was absolutely no way you’d want to date someone like him. You got to see him at his best and his damned worst being his secretary, the side that not many people got to see. Why would you go out with him when you deserved better, someone who could be there for you— who wouldn’t miss birthdays, anniversaries, dates because of his job. You deserved everything. And Bakugou thought this was something he couldn’t give you, so instead he tried to fill the void of his aching heart by dating other women.

And it’s futile, especially when he compares everyone to you. Because the more he goes out on these meaningless dates, the more Bakugou realises that there is no one else. It’s always gonna be you.

[tdmtdmtd]

COOLMATH GAMES ARG

yes, you read that right, that one website you used to use during school has an ARG in progress. I only found this out yesterday thanks to a TikTok by six1four7

so naturally I went to the cmg website to see if it was true and sure enough

The website has cracked and clicking on it takes you to this webpage

There is a chance you click it and go to the URL /where-am-i where the page name is changed and a title is added

Decoding the Morse and the Polybius give the same phrase: IMLOST.

Decoding the binary you get

Hello? Can you hear me?

I'm looking for someone.

I hear strange noises.

Please, help me.

So without knowing what to do, I think of FNaF and check the code of the page to find nothing. So I go back to TikTok and look for the CoolMath Games ARG. Only finding three other videos, and one of them had an idea

Nat here decided to check the CMG Instagram, which is the only place that covers what's happening to the website. So, checking the Instagram, turns out this started October 17th with a post about finding an old folder in the office next to them. I can't show it because I used my video on the TikTok from earlier, but I have screenshots from the files within the video.

The rest are printed out emails I didn't feel like trying to get screenshots of, so if you want to, go for it.

From these documents, we find that CMG was working on a project #675,

"It's a fun, classic game players would love", "The main character would be... in a world of black and white."

They wanted to give the game some color, but had trouble lighting it up. They wanted to add a monster to the game, that would take place in a forest, with a child protagonist. The game planned to have balloons and puzzles related. The game was in fact finished, however the developer didn't want to take out something the team wanted to get rid of, so the team scrapped the project and moved onto another developer.

After the list of emails, there are some screenshots of the game.

However, I want to focus on the page with the text "can not proceed", if you don't recognize the face in there, that is the monster from the CMG version of hangman. Now I've been trying to connect the dots of this game to hangman for you, but if you don't see the similarities, don't worry, we'll get to that later. Because the next day, we got another update.

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And the next day

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And the next day...

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And then some time goes by with nothing. And by some time I mean three days. Then we get a crack

Hell, even earlier today there was another update. The prototype is still there in the dropbox.

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Got all that? Great! Now I wanna show you the connections from this to CMG Hangman.

In CMG Hangman, you play as a child in a black and white forest with faded balloons. It is labeled as a classic where you solve the puzzle

And when you start the game, you encounter not just a monster, but the same monster from earlier.

My prediction is that the game in the ARG is an "earlier" version of Hangman. But I didn't have much else to solve or do, so bored, I decided to play the game pinned on the insta, not thinking of anything.

Everyone meet Coolmath Games: The Game (spoiler warning, good game go play!)

The story goes as follows. You, an intern, are arriving at your first day in the CMG office. After giving everyone smoothies brought to you from the Hangman kid something goes wrong and the game the team was planning to launch later explodes with game fragments going everywhere. It's up to you to grab at least 3 fragments and put together a game of your own. The way you do that is by doing puzzles around the office. One of those puzzles is somewhat 3D and well, it looks like this:

what's interesting is that this puzzle is right in completed right next to Vicky, the one controlling social media for CMG

Does that face look familiar, it's Maddy, the one who found the prototype. But hey maybe it's nothing I mean you are allowed to use a cartoon version of yourself as your profile picture sure, and maybe they weren't allowed to use real names in the game. Sure. But then we go to the story of the game over on Cleo's computer, and when you ask for the name of the game, you get this.

And since it's a text game, I'm just gonna type out the important part of the game out on here instead of using screenshots.

You find yourself in a small, dark cabin. A pervasive smell of pine and mud fills your nostrils, and a sharp, cold wind crashes against the rickety windows. Behind you is a hallway, on your right is a hatch leading to the basement, and in front, the main entrance. (main entrance > start walking > head left > Camp out here. It's better than that creepy cabin) You set Camp - leaning up against a sturdy oak, your legs pulled up into your jacket. You slowly allow yourself to fall asleep, only to awaken in a familiar place... [you're back at the cabin]

The second page of the first Instagram post says as follows:

"The developer decided it would be fun to 'punish' the player for not exploring the different routes. If the player decides to always take the middle routes, they will get no puzzles."

To me the fact that these two things are so close together feel important, and, but maybe the game is unrelated, but this is where I am now. Sitting in my bedroom at 2:48am, finally finishing this long text post about the Coolmath Games ARG, asking for help solving it. If there's another update later today, I'll update my post, most likely by reblogging it or making a new post and linking this. Who knows.

[justjessame]

Babysitting Butcher: Chapter 67

I did not rush around finally doing my “duty” as my lovely ex husband insinuated that I failed to do when he finally left my office. It wasn’t because I was upset or afraid of what I’d learn - I trusted Billy and his team.

I was hungry. That’s what I reminded myself as I was shown to a table at the same buffet that Billy and I had lunch at, and while I loaded my plate, and when I sat alone and chewed every bite at least fifty times - I counted. I was careful driving back to the office, so much so that if I had been driving behind myself I would have been livid at the pace I was setting.

The office was too close to the fucking restaurant I chose, that’s why I still made it back in plenty of time to open up my email and look through all the surveillance crap that I had let go.

In my defense, before I click on the play button and look at whatever had Joe looking so fucking smug, I hadn’t been ignoring the emails. I truly did trust Billy and the team and so I didn’t see a point in looking over the footage of their missions.

I did a search so I could see everything that had been sent and clicked the option to start at the earliest date - and had to consider when we started this little venture versus when Billy and I started our life together. What the fuck –

Billy came home a few hours after I arrived with Terror. I knew my mom had picked up on something being off about me, but I gave her a vague excuse about feeling tired from a long day and she seemed somewhat appeased. If only Billy would be so easy. Who was I kidding? If only I weren’t gearing up to ask the uncomfortable questions that doing my “duty” had made rise to the surface of my fucking -

“Oi, aren’t you gonna say hello?” Looking up from the veggies I’d been carefully chopping while he was taking off his duster and boots, I blinked and he studied me. “What’s wrong?”

Well fuck, I thought I’d have until after dinner, or at least until after I got dinner in the oven. Refocusing on the pile of unchopped ingredients, I shrugged, hoping he’d take a hint and let it go. “Hey,” pulling the next carrot onto the cutting board, I got back to dinner prep, but of course I was dealing with William Butcher and he wasn’t exactly capable of just ignoring a massive elephant that seemed to hover in the room.

His heat closed in on me after a few beats, or chops if I were measuring by my prep work. Leaning closer, his cheek close enough to mine that his beard was teasing my skin, I waited for him to ask me what the fuck my issue was. Instead he stayed in position, just quietly breathing, and I was tempted to turn my head to see what the fuck he was doing.

Just when the silence and curiosity was about to force me to break my own rule - or at least void my own yearning to hold off on addressing what I was almost terrified to find out - he made a small noise that sounded like he was confirming a suspicion. “Carrots don’t look like they need defused.” I rolled my eyes, knowing he couldn’t see me, but I didn’t care. “Potatoes look safe too.” And then his nose was sliding along my jaw, followed by his lips. “Which means that whatever your issue is, I won’t find it until dinner’s ready.”

Well, look at that, I guess he could give me time to process and prepare. His teeth were teasing my neck, but I kept up with my chore, even if the temptation moved from seeing what he was so intent on learning from my cutting board to fully participating in what he was trying to stoke with his mouth on my skin.

Billy gave up when he realized that I was firmly committed to preparing our food and went off to play with Terror - or maybe check to see if Terror needed some of that salve that Mom had bought for his sexy fun times at her house with his zoo of debauchery.

And while I finished putting dinner together, I was trying to figure out how to approach the subject of what I’d seen on the surveillance that I’d been trusting enough to ignore - that my ex brought to my attention - without my ass or his ending up sleeping in another room for the rest of our lives.

Damn my plan for dinner - once it was in the oven, which I could swear was as silently done as humanly possible - Billy popped back into the kitchen and there I was with nothing to fucking distract me from that fucking elephant that was lurking invisible but huge.

“Wanna finally talk about whatever has you ready to crawl outta your skin?” He was studying me again, the focus of a man who wasn’t going to just let it go until after our meal. Fuck.

Taking a huge breath to keep myself as calm as possible, a gesture toward the breakfast nook and he sat first. Sitting down as if the chair might burst into flames, and as I mentally went over what I’d seen - and honestly I was shocked that the fucking chair wasn’t combusting.

“Joe came to see me today,” Billy wasn’t expecting me to start with a mention of my ex, but I thought starting at the beginning might be the best way to go. I wasn’t surprised that he reached for my hand, but he was when I tucked them under the table. The look of hurt tugged at my heart, but I went on - knowing that I had to remove the idea that Joe had tempted me away or back, depending on the vantage point. Once I explained that it was part social call, I mean what else could you call your ex husband dropping by to remind you of your not so stellar departure from the marital home, one part work visit - I had to take another deep breath. “His reminder that I’d been neglecting some of the more repetitive emails that I tend to scroll past made me think that I should at least have a cursory glance at them.”

“Which emails do you ignore?” I wasn’t imagining the bob of his Adam’s apple that proved he wasn’t quite as cool and collected as his posture and body language showed.

And I knew that he knew, or at least suspected that I had knowledge of something he wasn’t prepared for me to know.

“The surveillance from the team’s missions,” his nod was curt, but he was still seated and my tone was still even. “And any contact that any of you might have with a supe -” I left it hanging, hoping that he’d take the reins and run with it, with an explanation for what I’d seen, who I’d seen him with - both of them.

Instead, he simply waited. Watching me as I considered how to throw precisely what I’d seen with my very own eyes, well at least the footage from these meetings and praying that I’d be able to eat the dinner that’s delicious aroma was currently enveloping us in our spot in the kitchen.

“Maeve, for instance,” he flinched and I felt a pinch in my chest. “In a nondescript apartment building downtown that you arrived at first.” I could have told him the times and dates, but I chose not to - not when I felt like dinner was going to be a wash. “And Homelander -” the idea of the man in front of me meeting with a supe that he swore vengeance against almost daily, a supe that had not only raped his former wife, but also chemically fucked up my very life fluids to the point that I might never fully know the extent of how I was changed was something that I didn’t understand - nor were the extra details that I’d uncovered through several questionable means. The little vials that he’d been given and I didn’t feel comfortable even contemplating Maeve leaving and adjusting her clothing - her hair mussed in a way it hadn’t been upon entry and her mouth looking - no, I couldn’t fathom dealing with that, not yet.

Silence stretched between us, and it wasn’t comfortable or easy. Heavy and strained, I felt like every part and piece of me was strung so tightly that I might snap at any moment.

The oven timer went off, breaking the silence, but the strain was still heavy between us and I was afraid that when the talking began again, my entire life was going to change - again.

[astromains]

The inner machinations of my mind are an enigma

"I'll bet you six thousand dollars that I can stand on one side of your desk and pee into that wastebasket on the other side, and never get a drop anywhere in between." "Want to go double or nothing?" Ralph asks. The stunned auditor now realizes he has wagered and lost three grand, with Ralph's attorney as a witness. Ralph removes his dentures and bites his good eye. The auditor can tell Ralph isn't blind, so he takes the bet. Ralph says, "Now, I'll bet you two thousand dollars that I can bite my other eye." Ralph removes his glass eye and bites it. The auditor thinks a moment and says, "No way! It's a bet." Ralph says, "I'll bet you a thousand dollars that I can bite my own eye." The auditor thinks for a moment and says, "Okay. "I'm a great gambler, and I can prove it," says Ralph. I'm not sure the IRS finds that believable." The auditor says, "Well, sir, you have an extravagant lifestyle and no full-time employment, which you explain by saying that you win money gambling. The IRS auditor is not surprised when Ralph shows up with his attorney. The Internal Revenue Service decides to audit Ralph, and summons him to an appointment with the toughest auditor in the office. Finally, let them know that there will always be more of us than them and we buy cars, cellphones, makeup (hello!), drugs, and oatmeal too. Let 'em know that you appreciate their sponsorship of those shows in the face of the hatred and stupidity that is heaped on them by the AFA and other organizations like them. So, if you're happy that the Tinky Winky bashing may finally stop for a while and you'd like to do something to counter morons like the ones at the American Family Association, please take a few moments tomorrow during business hours and help me light up the switchboards of The Top Ten Pro-Homosexual Sponsors on Television with some big, gay love and support. REALLY gay stuff like ER or The Simpsons. Don't you have anything else to talk about!" Not to mention Ol' Wildmon's one man crusade to topple Ford for their egregious support of equal rights.Īnyway, they sent out this action alert to their legions of bigots with TVs and phones, asking them to call and/or boycott any company that sponsored a show that had determined was "supportive of the homosexual lifestyle." You know. I don't understand how the people on their email list don't just say, "Enough about the homos already. Actually, it's the same trick that they've never really stopped. They're back up to their old tricks again. Take, for example, Don Wildmon and the assclowns at the American Family Association. While we take a minute to mark the passing of one hateful bigot, let's not forget that there are thousands of others out there who will rush to fill any void left by his short fall to hell. Have you considered trying aversion therapy? Techniques have been developed that might enable you to change if you really want to. There seem to be very few happy heterosexuals. How can you become a whole person if you limit yourself to compulsive, exclusive heterosexuality, and fail to develop you natural, healthy homosexual potential?ġ6. Could you trust a heterosexual therapist to be objective? Don't you fear he might be inclined to influence you in the direction of her/his own leanings?ġ5. Considering the menace of overpopulation, how could the human race survive if everyone were heterosexual like you?ġ4. Why do heterosexuals place so much emphasis on sex?ġ3. Why are there so few stable relationships among heterosexuals?ġ2. With all the societal support marriage receives, the divorce rate is spiraling. Do you consider it safe to expose your children to heterosexual teachers?ġ1. A disproportionate majority of child molesters are heterosexual. Would you want your children to be heterosexual knowing the problems that they'd face?ġ0. Why do you insist on flaunting your heterosexuality? Why can't you just be what you are and keep quiet about it?ĩ. Why do you heterosexuals feel compelled to seduce others into your life-style?Ĩ. To whom have you disclosed your heterosexual tendencies? How did he or she react?ħ. If you've never slept with a person of the same sex, is it possible that all you need is a good gay or lesbian lover?Ħ. Is it possible your heterosexuality stems from a neurotic fear of others of the same sex?ĥ. Is it possible that your heterosexuality is just a phase that you may grow out of?Ĥ. When and how did you decide that you were a heterosexual?ģ. What do you think caused your heterosexuality?Ģ.

[kierancampire]

Sorry this is extremely lengthy, but i just contacted the Ombudsman and this was the email i sent:

Hello, my name is Kieran, i hope you are well. This is my first time doing something like this so I'm sorry if i do anything incorrectly. I also struggle with writing, especially formal writing, so i apologise for any inaccuracies there.

I live in a Swan property, and when i first moved in on December of last year i had a plethora of issues with my flat the moment i moved in. I contacted Swan i believe within a few days of moving in, asking for these issues to be sorted and why none of them were dealt with by the void team before i koved in. Swan dealt with some but left the more major repairs for Axis to come and solve as actual repairs, two of the biggest repair issues i had were along my windows are giant holes and cracks, this lets in such strong air that i feel it hit me from 6 feet away, and in strong winds even with my windows shut my plants blow in the wind and the noise is very loud. My front door also wasn't attached properly, it shook lots when locked shut and also let in tons of wind. Through this time we had really bad storms, i was in so much pain because of how cold i was. Then, unknown to me at the time, my ceiling has cracks too and i developed a very bad mould problem also due to the damp and all the holes, this developed 2-3 months after living here.

At the time the council were doing works on the building, by this time i believe it was January or February. I had someone out to look at the mould, unknowingly to me he went back and told my HA that the council would resolve all my complaints, even though i said their works would not be dealing with the issues i had. After waiting a while i called Axis asking when someone was coming to do the door, windows, and mould, and they said the operative said the council would solve these issues, and they would not believe me when i said otherwise. I had to wait for months, through really bad storms blowing straight into my flat that left me freezing, in agony, and often left me very ill, waiting for the council to remove the scaffolding and prove to my HA the repairs were not dealt with.

When i first put in a complaint they told me i wasn't allowed to complain and that i just needed to contact Axis to let them know the scaffolding was down so they can do the repairs now, there was no acknowledgement or apology for what they put me through. I eventually got them to let me put a stage 1 complaint in, there was still barely any acknowledgement or apology for what happened, but they were dealing with the issues finally, or so i thought. After having multiple people come out to look at my windows and take photos of the mould, no one had actually done anything to fix much anything. But a guy did come round and say the mould was caused by my not opening the trickle vents on the windows, which i got a letter saying i caused the mould which greatly upset me considering the state of my flat and where the mould came from.

So i raised it to a stage 2, they denied blaming me for the mould, though i had it in writing, and by this point i have easily had 10-15 people take photos of my mould, but no one actually did anything. Finally a guy was going to clean it and i booked an appointment a month in advance for it, he never turned up. I had another guy turn up but he wouldn't do anything due to the state of my ceiling. He booked an appointment with the roofer, a guy came over and once again just looked at the mould and took photos, but when i mentioned thinking he was the roofer, he said he wasn't but he'd get the roofer over, so i had to wait again for the roofer, though Axis deny a roofer ever saw me initially even though the appointment was booked directly in front of me. He came and said i need a look at/works done on my roof, i then had to wait another month for this appointment that was booked for September. A guy put drought tape on one window, but the issue wasn't dealt with as so i had to make another appointment, he put silicone in parts of the window frame, but i recently noticed a bunch of large external holes around my windows so i have now had to book a third appointment for my windows to get fixed. And throughout all of this i have had countless appointments with Axis were no one showed up, no one did anything they were booked for, or it has just lead to being told i need to book other appointments. As well as hearing nothing from anyone about my complaint but then suddenly i have an appointment booked for me with no idea what it is for, what's going on, no one asked me if the date was okay, they just silently have done things and not kept me informed at all. And through Swan and Axis, i have had countless people tell me they will do something for me or look into something for me and then heard nothing back, i have just felt repeatedly dismissed, not cared for, and disrespected.

Swan haven't apologised for giving me my flat the state it was in, they haven't apologised for what i went through in Winter, they haven't apologised for what they've put me through, they haven't apologised for how long this is taking, they haven't apologised for the fact that a bunch of my complaint is still not resolved, they haven't apologised for all the appointments where literally nothing happened, they haven't apologised for the way they have spoken to me and treated me, they haven't apologised for blaming me for the mould. There has been absolutely no acknowledgement or apology from Swan for what they have put me through and the toll this has taken on my mental and physical health, and we're coming up to a year and getting into winter and I'm scared i will be going through it all again.

I have been scared to complain like this, as i am only on a short term tenancy and i am scared Swan won't want to continue it come December when it is time for my review of tenancy. But Swan laid out all their quality of standards and said all they expect of me, which i have upheld, but they've upheld nothing on their end and show no shame in that. I have stuck to their system and gone through their complaints procedure trying to get this resolved by them, but i still feel extremely dissatisfied and would like your support. As stated, i do have a roofer booked for next month, and yet another mould appointment where i hope they will actually do something about it this time. But repairs have been cheapily and quickly done, and i feel i need more extensive repairs than the patch jobs i have been given, like for my windows, as well as just wanting acknowledgement from Swan that they are not providing the servive they said they do, and an apology for what they've put me through. So can you help me get these issues resolved? I am so scared to complain like this, but i just can't go through another winter like the last.

I am sorry this was lengthy, but i just wanted to include as much as i could to help you understand my situation. Thank you for taking the time to read this and i hope you have a good day.

[nevillegoddardsblog]

EVERYTHING ON THE VOID STATE

evilsaints-diary : OMG IK YOU'LL BE ANNOYED TO ME BUT CAN YOU EXPLAIN THE VOID MORE? IM SO SORRY I REALLY STILL DON GET IT , WHAT IT IS, WHAT IT FEELS LIKE, AND HOW TO, IM VVV SORRY YOU CAN IGNORE THIS I UNDERSTAND HEHE.

@nevillegoddardsdaddy: hey im so sorry babe but I haven't gone into the void yet either. Buuuuuut here's all the info on the void state.

(1) divineangelbee

(2) cinefairy

(3) 222barbie

(4) nakedbibi333

(5) @divineangelbee anon:

Hey Angel, how are you!

I have some Void advice for all you babes wanting to get in.

1. Go back to the basics

I feel like this needs to be heard because I know you and others have gotten a lot of ask over complicating the void state when it really is simple, for me what I did was forget about all the ask I sawed over complicating the method and went back to the basics of how to get in whether you’re doing it during the day or through sleep. Doing that I actually got very close to entering.

2. Assume it’s easy

It is called the Law of Assumption for a reason, it’s all about you and your assumptions. Assuming getting into the void state is an easy and effortless process is probably one of the key ways to getting there, at least in my opinion. If you assume it’s hard to get into the void state, it’s going to be hard, or if you decide to assume it’s an easy process it will be. Going behind the whole method it’s the same process, it’s all about your assumptions, assume you will get in and you will. What made me realize this was just realizing I was the only reason I wasn’t getting into the void state.

3. Don’t depend on it

I’m not saying you should stop trying just don’t depend on it, it’s makes it easier for you too. Realize that you’re the reason this method would work for you or not, know you are above the void state and it’s not above you

I know you all are more than capable of entering the void state so don’t beat yourself up if don’t. You all are so powerful so take charge and get your desires, I hope this was helpful!

(6) @divineangelbee 's anon: hello!! do you maybe think you can go over how to get into the void state in a little more detail? only if you’d like

1. get into a comfortable position. you can move around and stuff, but get really comfy.

2. if you have trouble getting settled mentally, count to 0-100 with a deep breath in between each number. (this optional, you don’t have to do this) try to get as relaxed as possible and focusing on you breathing.

3. now that you’re extremely relaxed, start to affirm “i am god” “i am in the void” “i am faceless and formless” “i am pure consciouness” etc until you drift asleep. if you get distracted, keep affirming. don’t stop.

4. then you’ll wake up there. great. you’re there! now affirm/set an intention or visualise.

(7) @divineangelbee anon:

HEYYY YALLL ITS ME(void girl)!!

basically i got into my bed, found a comfy position and started focusing on my breathing and after being relaxed and kinda drowsy, i started affirming. i only used “i’m pure consciousness” (cause i couldn’t remember the other ones lmao) and i started feeling lighter, and more floaty. and at some point i couldn’t even feel my body. i couldn’t feel my bed i was laying on, the pillows or the blanket. i couldn’t even feel the fan that was blowing at the highest level. NOTHING. it was pitch black. i started visualizing my desires (mainly my df and db). i’ve never visualized so vividly in my life. after visualizing, i set the intention to come back with all my desires (and ofc bc ur sub mind is goddamn powerful, it already knew what desires and what not). i woke up from the void state and immediately went to sleep. i woke up this morning, and notice my body and face is completely different, i got an email from my bank saying a transaction was made into my account. y’all i was so excited!! i’m currently packing for california as we speak. y’all try it. the void method is so damn powerful, and it feels great. PS!! i did get itchy but use that power ik you have in you, and ignore it

(8) by @divineangelbee :

“lullaby method/iam state”

1. comfortable position

2. do not move.

3. affirm.

4. by affirming, YOU ENTER THE VOID STATE. as in, you will suddenly appear in a pitch black void. it’s not when you’re just feeling floaty or light. getting that floaty feeling is an indication ur doing it right, not the state itself.

5. affirm/visualise then come back

(9) motivation for void state:

@divineangelbee 's anon: I’m trying the void state tonight. I know the procedure but please hype me up baby. Tell me it’s easy 🥺❤️

IT IS SOOO EASY. so fucking easy. it’s so easy that i literally got it on my FIRST try. and so can u, my love.like guys STOP OVER COMPLICATING it like all u have to do is stay still affirm and BOOM ur there. THATS IT. u just stay still and affirm. literally!!!!plus the void state is literally SO WORTH IT. it is! u manifest INSTANTLY THERE. no doubts, no waiting, no intrusive thoughts, no persisting. just state what u want and BOOM u have it; its literally the most advanced way of manifesting like legit ur god FR. its kind of a, “let there be light” kind of thing.honey u deserve each and everyone one of ur desires!! the void state will give all that shit instantly!!like i PROMISEEEE u,, YOU WONT REGRET IT. get that desire body, that money, that partner, that job, that house, LIKE EVERYTHING U WANT U DESERVE IT!!!like honestly the void state is actually amazing. neville daddy goddard deserves to get his ASS ate for it!! like UGH hes so amazin i love him sm.but anyways YOU ARE GOING TO GET THERE TONIGHT. follow my steps EXACTLY and you’ll get there!!! i promise baby

(10) @222barbie 's anon:

Hi, I'm the anon who went to the void during the day!

Yes, I got excellent results! I'm going to explain quickly what I do there:

- I sit confortable and cover my eyes so the light doesn't bother me. Then I do my breath work, if you have a method just use it, all of them work.

- Then I just command my subconscious mind by saying "I am pure consciousness, I am going to the void now". Until I start to feel all dizzy some how and kinda like floating

- When in the void I just start saying affirmations for whatever I want. Or just visualize what I am creating. Ask for whatever you want and you'll get it!

The first time I went there I got my results in less than 24hrs and the rest of them came in less than a week.

- manifested my desire appearance; bigger eyes, clear skin, smaller waist

- a job for my friend and myself

- a lot of random things I was wishing for myself

- basically whatever I say or think immediately happens

Hope this helps! Manifesting through the void is like using cheat codes in life, everything comes so so sooooo easily after it. Just don't give up and believe in you. ❤

(11) @cinefairy 's anon:

THIS IS A VOID ADVICE NOT QUESTION

As a person who’s almost gotten into the void many times i noticed what i did wrong & wanted to give advice.

DONT Depended on it. I know the void is like a 100% guarantee however there’s other methods like commanding your subconscious, subliminals, scripting, affirming etc. Don’t depend on the void please, there’s other ways to get to it. I usually do the void method for fun like sometimes i’m like “mhm, i should try doing the void method ����” & end up doing it.

TAKE A BREAK. When you don’t succeed don’t try it again over & over & over straight. Take a break, walk around, stretch, drink water. Please don’t do the mistake i did. I literally fainted because i didn’t take a break & was doing it for 14 hours straight (i know… don’t judge me, i didn’t know better but now i do). It kind of gets addicting cause you’re like “I WAS ALMOST THERE, ONE MORE TRY” & it’s just. a cycle. You’ll get there, no need to rush.

Don’t focus on the time it’s taking you. Everyone is different. People get in the void in 3 minutes, others take 20 minutes. The more you focus on the time the more time it’ll take for you to get there. Don’t be like “ugh i’ve been doing this for ____ it’s not working”. It’s not a race. Take your time, it’s so worth it. It’s tempting to compare other peoples time but everyone is different. My mind races a lot so it makes sense as to why it takes longer. Be patient. But you can also get into it in 3 minutes if you’re mind races like i do. It all of you.

Do it when you’re relaxed & comfortable. It’s the n.1 rule but yet people get it wrong. Be comfortable mentally & physically. Please don’t do the void method when you don’t feel rushed, or pressured. For example, i was doing the void method before school right? Was i close? extremely? Did i go in? No. Why? Because i was mentally stressed. I was like “omg i NEED to get into the void before school or else ____”. Do it at a time where you’re most comfortable. Tonight i will try it again before i go to sleep because i’m more relaxed. Do anything that makes you relaxed. People have gotten into the void sitting, laying isn’t the only option. Do what makes YOU comfortable. As long as you concentrate & don’t move.

Don’t be discouraged. Please don’t be too hard on yourself when you don’t succeed. I know seeing other people getting it into their first try masks you feel a bit anxious but remember that everyone struggled once. If you can’t do it, that’s completely fine! There’s other methods. Remember that you can do it. We all believe in you.

The answer is within you. A lot of people will ask repeated questions that have already been answered. Look at angel’s blog & see what you did wrong. Don’t over complicated it guys. Ill answer the questions that are most answered.

Answering the most common questions

Q: I went into the void method & i didn’t get my desire. What did i do wrong?

A: You didn’t enter the void. The void state is 100%. You will get your desire no matter what. If you “went” to the void & you didn’t get your results it’s because tou never went.

Q: I keep on getting sidetracked/can’t concentrate on the affirming, how can i avoid that?

A: You have 4 options.

You can go into the void staring at something to concentrate.

Meditate before.

Doing the void method at a time where you’re drowsy, relaxed or concentrated. Most people have succeeded the void method before going to sleep because you’re kind of not aware of what’s around you because you’re going to sleep.

Command your subconscious + set the intention. You can say “subconscious, get me to the void method” & focus on the breathing. Or doing it & telling yourself “i’m going into the void” & then focusing on the breathing.

Q: My body always twitch whenever i try to go into the void method. How do i avoid that?

A: Your body does that because it chevecier when you’re awake. It’s normal. Just don’t react to it, let it twitch. You didn’t move voluntarily so it’s fine.

Q: I don’t feel any symptoms of tingling, or twitching, did i do something wrong?

A: Everyone is different. The only symptoms i’ve had are floating & twitching. Some people don’t feel the twitching. It’s like subliminals. Just because you don’t feel tingling, doesn’t mean it doesn’t work.

Q: Whenever i feel floaty, my leg keeps on moving up. How do i avoid that?

A: For me, i put something under my leg so that it feels automatically up so that it doesn’t have the urge to move.

Q: I tried the void method & it didn’t work, what did i do wrong?

A: Well i’m not there to tell you but this is the BASE thing everyone needs to remember.

1. Get into a comfortable position

2. Relax & affirm “i’m in the void state” (or anything related to the void.

3. Don’t move. Keep affirming & ignore. Even if your body twitchs.

4. Boom you’re there.

It’s really simple. I’m 100% gonna go to the void state tonight, i just wanted to share the knowledge with the same problem.

Remember that all of you guys are capable of doing it. ALL. Just depends on your preference. Good luck <3

(12) goddardism

(13) demonindior 🌸 🌸

(14) arabella

[palette-jack]

Is there an informational post/write up about the ark species? I cant help but wonder about things like their anatomy/biology i.e do they need to eat/sleep/produce waste, how do they reproduce? Do they propagate like plants,"build" their offspring, require a partner or reproduce asexually. If its the later are they live births/eggs etc? And what about their culture? do they have courtship rituals? All these questions are swirling in my head XD(and yes im 100% onboard for the Val romance XD)

Hello! Thank you for the question :D

Since this is really long, I’ll keep it below the cut.

Minor spoilers!

So; arks all look wildly different. So much so that they could easily be mistaken for separate species. Like, while one might look like a jellyfish, another might look like a metal whale, and a third is just a boot-leg Enterprise. But, regardless of appearance, they all share certain traits.

First; Arks are psionic. They’re not just a physical entity, but an ephemeral one as well.

But their psionics are weird. If you have a decently-high psi skill, there’s a scene in chapter 3(?) where you can meditate to get a sense of things. If you do so, you’ll get text like this:

“Most minds make sense, if only from a distance. Tangled balls of thoughts and feelings, lodged in every skull, leaking emotions and bleeding dreams. Even across species, sentient minds are more alike than not- hell, even animals aren't that different from people.”

“Most minds make sense. Not so much this one.”

And…

“Most minds are like tide pools, each full of their own thoughts, their own little ecosystems, emotions swirling like seawater. But this felt so much bigger. A pond, a lake-“

“An ocean all its own.”

Second; Food. Arks will snag comet-chunks and mineral-rich asteroid-bits every now and then, which they will either rapidly breakdown to facilitate repair, or store and slowly digest to promote their own growth. While this is the main source of their mass, arks can also break down their crew’s garbage to supplement it. For small arks, this is not a big deal, but large arks with large crews generate a lot of recyclable refuse.

(Also, they don’t really produce waste like we do? Like all creatures native to the void of space, their bodies are very efficient. For arks, when they “digest” things; if they can’t recycle it, it gets broken down completely into energy. The only waste they produce is “slag,” which is anything that they can’t or won’t break down all the way. Like something toxic to them. Slag just gets dumped.)

Third; Arks are intensely symbiotic, far beyond just eating their crew’s food scraps and melting down their plastics. All of the ambient psychic energy that their crew generates just by living- emotions and dreaming generate the most- is harmlessly siphoned off. Like how a plant uses your CO2. Arks use it to maintain their own health and well-being.

(The full extent of this symbiosis, as well as the benefits/side effects on the crew, are spoilers.)

While this energy keeps them going, it does not account for all the energy present in their bodies. Not even a quarter of it. This relates to how…

Fourth; nobody actually knows where arks are getting all that energy from. They can absorb stuff like sunlight and radiation out in space, but there is absolutely nothing going on that can explain how they’re able to generate entire wormholes.

Fifth: Reproduction! They don’t reproduce sexually, instead doing so through something similar to parthenogenesis.

Since space is so big, arks can’t rely on the same mechanics of evolution we do. Their genetic code changes throughout their lives/travels, and can even be edited by the arks themselves.

When arks meet each other out in the wild, they will email each other their genetic code, which they can each use to create their own baby or babies. Or they can just keep the info and do nothing- it’s their choice.

The ark gestational period is measured in years, if not decades, but is something that the parent can put on hold at any time. The babies are born live, rather than in eggs. The amount of babies produced in one gestation depends on both the size of the parent and how much of their own resources they can dedicate to reproduction. For example, a small or starving ark would struggle to make one baby, while a massive ark with lots of asteroids around for them to eat could have a dozen babies in one go.

(And they can technically reproduce without a partner, but the sheer amount of time, energy, and materials required for arks to make babies means that they have to be very careful about not passing on genetic anomalies or illnesses. Like how you wouldn’t build a house on sand. Having two or more sets of DNA from the parents keeps the babies healthy.)

(If you play Mass Effect, it’s similar to why Asari try to avoid having babies with other Asari. Bad things can happen when they double up on that DNA.)

Once the DNA is sent, the arks will generally never meet each other again. Once the baby is born, it sticks around with the parent ark (and its crew) until its ready to live on its own.

(That’s not to say that none of them ever stick together. Each ark is different, and some may very well mate for life or remain with their parent forever.)

Sixth; Culture! They don’t have one that you or I would be able to recognize as a culture. It’s certainly there, it just doesn’t happen on a scale that we can truly understand. This is thanks to three things; their ridiculous lifespans, their isolation from one another, and their powers.

The DNA Exchange that arks do when they meet each other- the same thing that lets them have kids- isn’t just genetic information. They also pass along memory chunks, both useful and useless information, bits of their personality, and everything else that they want the other to know. They basically pack years-worth of knowing each other into a single email. And since they live so long, they’re also passing along the same info from all the other arks that they’ve exchanged with.

Like, imagine you high-five a guy, and you suddenly learn that he like long walks on the beach, hates the color orange, and also his grandpa killed hitchhikers in the 70’s. That’s what the exchange is like.

This is sort of its own courtship ritual, I guess? If they don’t like the info they get from the exchange, then they won’t use it to make a baby.

Anyway, that infodump ended up a lot longer than I thought lol. I’m glad you’re excited for the Val romance :D I hope you have a nice day!

[diamaker-moon]

Moving Forward - Chapter 5

Chapter Five

First stake-out...

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She observes the young boy and hummed. She instructed Adrien to try and look around thinking that it might've been misplaced.

'I have a bad feeling about this. It's already bad that it's missing, but if my theory is right that it is in Ladybug's possession, we might be at a disadvantage.'

— previous chapter... —

Marinette was nervous. She doesn't know if she can pull it off.

She was currently crouching on a roof near the Agreste Mansion, waiting for any signal from the kwamis. She was already feeling a strain in her body due to wearing multiple miraculouses at once.

She was wearing the ladybug earrings, black cat ring, fox necklace, horse glasses, mouse pendant necklace. There was a slight change in the plan. She decided to do a stakeout in the middle of the night, that is why she also had a flashlight in hand.

If there are no open windows or any entrance to the atelier straight from the outside, she'll just create a portal. She was currently transformed as Multimouse. While the four kwamis searched around the mansion. After waiting a few minutes the four kwamis came back.

"Sorry bug, but all the windows are closed. And it can't be opened." Plagg said.

"But, the atelier is empty, Natalie is already sleeping and Gabriel as well. Their bedrooms are a bit far from the room." Tikki said.

Marinette thought about it. "Hey, Trixx. You think your illusions, can affect the security cameras inside the room if there is any?"

"Sure Kit. My powers are meant to be useful to you!" Trixx said.

Marinette nodded. She will need to divide into two, one to unify with Trixx for the illusion and another for Kaalki's teleportations.

"I hope this can work..." She mumbled before preparing to activate the mouse's special power.

"Multitude!" She activated the power and waited. She felt a slight change in her when she opened her eyes a copy of her is staring at her. She handed her the glasses.

"Mullo, Kaalki, unify!" 

The gray, pink and black bodysuit was changed. The pink accents of her bodysuit were changed into a dark brown colour, while her mask was removed and the glasses act as her mask. Her ribbons in her Odango-style twin buns were changed from pink to dark brown. A horseshoe attached to the back.

"Mullo, Trixx, unify!"

He bodysuit turned into Multifox's look, all the pink accents on Multimouse become orange, and she has a white section on her chest similar as a result of the Fox miraculous influence. The pink section of her mask also becomes orange.

Multifox looked in the direction of the mansion, before grabbing the flute from her back and playing a song to activate the power. As short 'Mirage' and the illusions are up. The cameras will only see an empty room, and if the doors are opened they will see a dark empty room.

Multifox nodded to Multimare to open a portal.

"Voyage!"

She activated the power then a portal opened. They went through it to appear in the middle of the dark empty room.

"Mullo, Kaalki, divide." Multimare mumbled, releasing the Horse kwami. Multifox handed a small pouch that has food for the kwamis.

Multimouse is on guard duty, she needs to be on alert, while Multifox, Plagg and Tikki walk up to Mme Agreste's painting. Multifox pulls the painting to reveal a safe behind. She looked at Tikki who nodded before phasing through. Multifox flicked her flashlight 'on' once the safe's door opened.

She saw a picture of Mme Agreste, a book about Tibet, a ticket to Tibet, rolled-up pieces of old paper, and a shiny brooch, that is shaped like a peacock. The brooch has five segments. Its main colour is pale, light grayish blue-violet, while the crystals on the top of each segment are pink. The lower part has a silhouette body of a peacock as a single teardrop.

She had her jaw opened. Hawkmoth just leaves it here?! Wow... What a great keeper. She grabbed the brooch and clutched it in her left hand. Before grabbing the book about Tibet which only has words about their trip and nothing important.

She placed the book back, closed the safe then returned the painting back to normal. She then nodded to Multimouse, who immediately transformed back to Multimare, and opened a portal straight to her bedroom inside the dorm.

Kaalki was divided and handed a sugar cube to eat, before Multimouse and Multifox fused, leaving only Multifox.

"Mullo, divide."

Leaving her in a fox suit. She removed the illusion in M. Agreste's atelier before finally detransforming.

"Trixx, let's rest."

Finally leaving her in her pink athletic leggings and a cropped black shirt. She was still clutching the peacock miraculous in her left hand. She made sure she didn't leave anything. She had the pouch and the flashlight on the floor after getting dropped when Multimouse and Multifox fused back together.

She sat down on her desk chair with the disguised miracle box opened on the side of the table. The other kwamis flew towards her, while She was inspecting the miraculous.

"Tikki, I thought the Peacock Miraculous was broken?" Marinette asked while still inspecting the miraculous.

"Maybe Hawkmoth fixed it? He did have the Master Fu's tablet for a while..." Tikki reasoned out.

Since she basically stole the miraculous from Hawkmoth. She couldn't believe what was happening. One moment, she was alone fighting a magical terrorist that has two miraculouses that transforms themselves as Shadowmoth. Then suddenly, here she was, it was supposedly a stake-out only! Not a stealing stake-out! But... finders keeper, losers weepers!

Marinette sighed before attaching the brooch to her shirt and hoped for the best. the brooch changed into its new camouflage design, it was now rose gold in colour, from the five feather segments when it is charged to eight with pale pink crystals on the top of each segment, there was no design in the middle, leaving the brooch in a simple yet elegant look.

A dark blue ball of light popped out and swirled around her, after the light vanished a peacock-looking kwami appeared.

"Oooh! Hello! Huh?! Why do you have the other kwamis?! Who are you?!"

Some of the kwamis laughed at the new kwami's energetic personality, while Tikki and especially Plagg grumbled about how to keep the kwami in one place.

"Hello, Duusu," Marinette said then smiled at the confused kwami.

"I'm your Guardian, I have retrieved you from Shadowmoth's possession. I am sorry that I didn't get to retrieve Nooroo as well..." Marinette continued.

The peacock kwami gasped before nuzzling on the Guardian's cheek.

"Thank you! Oh if you could've seen him, his outfit was hideous! Poor, Nooroo! Please Guardian, save him as well!" Duusu exclaimed.

Marinette smiled, she removed the brooch to put it back in the Miracle Box. Duusu didn't get sucked into it since she had no intention to relinquish him, after placing it inside the designated area of the peacock miraculously, she opened the middle circle for the kwami once they want to return in the parallel universe inside the miracle box. She let the other kwamis talk to him, while she handles civilian duties.

She opened her website on her computer and replied to a few emails before responding to requested commissions.

Clara Nightingale is commissioning her for a set of four dresses that will be used for her brand new music video, that had a theme of stars, constellations, space etc.

It was a weird concept for her but decided to accept it, thinking it could be a challenge for her. She wrote a reply email then sent it to Clara before closing her computer and climbing up to her bed.

"I'm going to sleep, be careful okay? There's food in the other mini fridge for everyone, since someone's food is influencing the other's food." She said while giving a pointed stare at Plagg who had the audacity to look innocently at the young guardian.

"Goodnight, guys!" Marinette said in between her yawns.

A series of 'goodnights' was heard before Marinette finally drifted to sleep.

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"Is she asleep?"

"Yes, it's quite rare for her to catch sleep lately, I'm glad that this new change is giving her quite a good impact." Tikki said.

It was currently hard for Tikki's chosen. A Ladybug Miraculous holders are usually the leaders. Those personalities are needed to become a ladybug since they are the only ones who can purify an Akuma, cast a purifying spell, and with Tikki's creations of Lucky Charms, they needed to be a tactician and are aware of responsibilities.

She was proud of Marinette. Such a young child has a strong devotion to protecting the city while risking her life, but now the stakes are high for her. Hawkmoth is aware that the Ladybug heroine is the current Guardian of the Chinese Miracle Box.

If he manages to overthrow Ladybug he can gain access to the box, and the fact that her bug needed to repress her negative emotions down into the deepest voids of her soul after being targeted by countless akumas.

Tikki knew it was taking a toll on the young aspiring designer.

Being a superheroine that needs to battle akumas whenever and wherever is already hard enough. She needed excuses for her various disappearance every time there's an Akuma.

Having an emotional battle of trust and faiths between her and her former classmates, ever since the Liar appeared. It took everything in Tikki to not pop out of the designer's purse and chew the vixen herself.

Her series of achievements through various commissions by famous peoples in society.

And finally, this Guardianship that was handed to her during an unfortunate event. She lost her temporary heroes since their identities were exposed to Hawkmoth, the loss of her Mentor— Master Fu, and now the loss of her partner.

Tikki and even the other kwamis are curious about how she was still standing straight even though she was carrying a lot of responsibilities on her shoulders. The fate of Paris, France, the fate of the world, and the fate of everyone's reality by preventing Hawkmoth from achieving his goal, that can have a massive impact on reality due to how powerful miraculouses are.

"I am proud of your chosen, Tikki."

Wayzz said in a calm voice. "She took in the responsibility of being a heroine exchange for her time in her civilian life, and now, she chose to carry the heavy responsibility of a Guardian even though she can refuse it and pass it to someone else, leaving everything behind."

The other kwamis nodded at the wise turtle kwami's words. Tikki looked at them and smiled.

"I'm proud of my bug. She's a worthy ladybug and had shown how worthy she is despite her flaws. She made mistakes, but she chose to fix them. And now she's healing from the toxicity she had received in that place. Sleep well, Marinette..."

Chapter 4 — Moving Forward: Masterlist — Chapter 6

[kiribakuhappiness]

Hey! I’m pretty new to writing fan fiction, especially kiribaku, and I was wondering if you had any advice for finding a beta reader? I don’t have any friends who are into the fandom/understand fanfiction so I’ve been struggling on finding someone to help with my work. Thanks :-)

Hello!

First of all, that's so awesome to hear that you're going to start writing! 😃 How exciting, I hope you have a lot of fun with it!

I wish I had better advice for you, but personally, I also don't have any friends who are into fanfiction, and so I have just never used beta readers for any of my fics 😅

But when I was looking for beta readers for my graphic novel, I just put together a (spoiler-free) post showcasing the work and what kind of tropes would be in it, ratings etc, and I posted it here on Tumblr. I know there's a whole community of beta readers here that are always more than happy to help. I think the important thing is to use the right tags to get the right attention!

I'm sorry I couldn't be of more help. Maybe some of my mutuals and some of the other kiribaku fic writers that follow me can offer you more solid advice in the comments or something!

I really am so excited to hear that you're taking the plunge to put your work out there, though. We always need more writers, and more stories, and I hope one day that I get to read yours! 😁❤️🧡

Edit//: Some extra safety stuff I just thought of that I wanted to share.

The internet is full of amazing people who are super passionate about writing and readers who want to support writers, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't still be vigilant! If you do find beta readers from Tumblr to read your work, privacy is of the utmost importance, and I recommend always sending your work from a burner email account.

A burner email account is an email created specifically for a single purpose (like the email I used when creating this account - KiriBakuHappiness - or the email I created specifically for beta readers for my original work - preciousbetababes). These accounts are void of any personal information, and I never log into them unless I'm actively expecting an email to come through. Creating a burner email account like this not only safeguards you against any potential online predators or those looking to hack your information, but it also gives reassurance to the beta readers that you'll be working with that their emails aren't being taken and used for any unnecessary online programs, and it's just an added safety precaution to make everyone feel a bit more at ease 😊

Please remember to never click on any links that you might get sent if you're not 100% sure what they are (that goes for the links you find here on Tumblr - I know you want to reblog the post of that person asking for help/donations during a difficult time, but you must understand that is a prime example of internet phishing. People can access your IP address and other personal information the very second you click on that unfamiliar link. Gabbie Hanna has done it numerous times, she's been caught doing it numerous times, and if a big internet celeb like that can do it, then you bet your ass that there's hundreds of other no-names waiting to do it too). I recommend always sending your fics that you want to be reviewed in a word document, as an attachment, or simply post the entirety of your fic in the body of your email to avoid any kind of unnecessary link conflict.

The most important thing of all is your privacy and safety! ☺️

[eyessharpweaponshot]

hi there!! are there any fics you’re reading right now that you would recommend? i need something good after the season we’ve been given so far 😣

hello there!

I agree, this season has been disappointing - especially considering it’s the last one. but thankfully, our fandom is full of amazing writers that serve us goods regularly. I have so much to recommend, it’s a joke. so prepare for a long fic rec. In no particular order, let’s begin:

1. Chasin’ You - @burninghoneyatdusk

okay. you’re gonna see a bit of a theme with me in these fic recs because the authors I mention are some of my favourites in the world - sam being one of the TOP TIER ones. this fic is a modern au, written about clarke and bellamy as exes (a favourite trope of mine) that have went their separate ways. clarke has moved away and hasn’t kept tabs on bellamy but he's soared to the top as a country star, his hit single being about her and what they had. if there’s any fic from this list you need to start reading, it’s this one.

2. Voices in the Water - @burninghoneyatdusk

It’s the canon version we all wanted. set on earth, clarke’s aunt (nia) forces her into an arranged marriage with king bellamy to unite the clans. but under it all, nia has tasked her to kill him. obviously, as clarke falls in love with bellamy, it’s the one task wanheda probably can’t complete. I'm in love with the imagery and descriptions in this fic. there are honestly some lines that sam writes that I want to frame and put up in my house. absolute brilliance.

3. All Because of You - @burninghoneyatdusk

*sheepishly raises hand* - hi, it’s me again, fangirling over another one of sam’s fics. if you have followed me for a while, either here or on twitter, you’ll have seen me screaming about this fic. I've pulled over while driving to read an update that came through to my email. no lie. I don’t say this lightly but it is definitely in my top 3 favourite bellarke fics of all time. sam DELIVERS with this one. bellamy knocks up his sister’s best friend when they’re both young and they grow together in raising their daughter. this fic flashes between present and future in the most seamless way and we see how in love they were back then but too scared to admit it, combined with how in love they are now that they are mature and older - but yet can’t seem to take the leap. I can’t tell you enough how good this fic is. I'm in love and it’s one of those fics that I would happily have as a book on my bookshelf, the pages worn and falling out from the amount of times that I re-read it.

*I just want to note that sam is doing a fantastic job at running @bellarkefic-for-blm. This is an opportunity for the bellarke community to directly support the Black Lives Matter cause through reading and writing fanfiction. For every fanfiction prompt a participating writer receives, they ask that you donate to an organization that supports the BLM cause. This initiative includes non-bellarke the 100 ships and requests for other content (e.g. gif sets, icons, moodboards, fanart). please check them out and request a prompt (this also includes updates for the above mentioned fics)*

4. Count Your Teeth - @icantloseyou-too

let me tell you, you guys will be well fed after reading this fic. It’s one of the most original idea’s and we get so much bellarke and the blake siblings in this one. bellamy is a treasure hunter and married to clarke, after leaving his thieving days behind him. that is until his past comes knocking and drags him back into that world again - and clarke along with him. absolute chefs kiss!

5. Cups and Sorcerers - @icantloseyou-too

again, such a unique plot with just the right amount of fluff. clarke is a witch who owns a coffee shop and she ends up meeting someone just as unique as her. I’m invested in this to an embarrassing degree and it always puts me in a good mood when this fic is updated. such a light and heart filling read and ciara does a fantastic job of world building in this fic.

6. Paint me in Trust - @pawprinterfanfic

I'm sure this fic needs no introduction. everyone and their mother has heard of it and if you haven’t read it yet, believe me, you’re missing out. a harry potter au that runs alongside the last few movies without being involved with the main characters. essie manages to make an already existing world so different, thrilling and gripping. it emotionally upends you and takes you along for the ride without any intention of letting you off. I'm just in love with it and rightly so!

7. When the Wolves Come Home - @pawprinterfanfic

I don’t know how people aren’t RAVING about this fic more because I certainly am. it’s massive for me to even say this because I love all of essie’s work but it’s my favourite fic that she’s written. I can’t describe the feeling I get when I read how she’s written bellarke in this. it’s a percy jackson au but you don’t need to have knowledge of that world to enjoy this. I actually started reading the books because of this fic. essie writes it so well and incorporates a lot of fantastic elements from greek mythology while also keeping me on the edge of my seat with bellarke’s journey. HERE FOR IT ALL THE WAY.

8. I’ll Find You in the Morning Sun - @cominguproses13x

I’ve never seen a fic talked about as much as this one. with 60 chapters, it’s bound to satisfy any hunger you have for bellarke. it’s set in a post apocalyptic world and it is beyond a shadow of a doubt, my favourite setting to read bellarke in. I've actually stopped reading this fic on chapter 5 because im currently writing my own post apocalyptic au as it was a trope on my bingo card and I don’t want any subconscious spill over, but I fully intend on reading the rest of the fic in one go once my fic is published and done. it deserves all the praise and hype.

9. For Blue Skies - @kombellarke

kayla’s fics make me actually weep. her writing style is just unbelievable and she sucks me into stories so fast. this one is no different. I live and breathe for bellarke as exes and this fic is one of my favourites. it’s a modern au with clarke as a mother and she cascades back into bellamy’s life without warning. perfect angst and anticipation. in love.

10. Love Like Fools - @talistheintrovert

the way I love talis with my whole heart. I'm always obsessed with her fics and the way this one was written was just magnificent. enemies to friends to lovers, roommates, angst, emotional comforting? SIGN ME UP. the perfect mix of all of those and I felt so good after reading this. always a fan.

11. It Had To Be You - @useyourtelescope

I had the honour of pre-reading some of this fic before it was published and I felt so privileged. a regency au with a prank war sprinkled in? perfection. hana honestly writes this so beautifully and I can’t recommend this enough. it’s so unique and we are all so incredibly lucky that there’s something in the bellarke fic world for everyone.

12. Veni, Vidi, Vinci - @carrieeve

Again, proof of the pudding that there’s something in fic for everyone. I’ve never read one like this before and it THRILLED me. murphy and bellamy working together to steal a Vinci? it was the fic I never knew I needed. the bellarke interaction in this was beautifully written and I am just completely obsessed. we really struck gold with the bellarke big bang works this year.

13. A Twist of Fate - @queenemori

let’s be honest, soulmate au’s are always wanted and needed in this fandom and kara does an excellent job of serving us this one. we got some team cockroach in here along with some top tier quality bellarke. what more could you ask for? if you haven’t read this fic yet, you need to. so thankful for kara being the absolute gifted babe that she is.

14. Power Over Me - @sparklyfairymira

okay, if you recently watched the witcher on netflix like I did, believe me, you NEED to read this fic. if you haven’t watched the witcher, this fic will make you want to watch it. the smut in this, the plot, the WRITING. absolutely phenomenal. have I mentioned how lucky we are to have such fantastic writers in this fandom?

15. There’s a Serpent Lying Deep Down in These Still Waters - @shaeheda

post apocalyptic au? SIGN ME UP. bellarke thrown together in unkind circumstances? SIGN ME UP. this magnificent human writing a fic? SIGN ME THE FUCK UP. I'm so in love with this fic already and I haven’t even finished it yet. as I've said, I've stopped reading fics in this genre until my own is completed but I’ve read enough to tell you that this needs to be on your next to read list. forever in awe of the talent here and this fic makes me feel so lucky to be part of something so great.

I hope this satisfies you for a while and that you enjoy all the bellarkey goodness that comes from these fics. I'm gonna drop some of mine below because why not? just in case you’re in need of something more.

1. I Found Peace in Your Violence

clarke griffin has it all. she’s popular, an artistic prodigy and has a wealthy family to boot. so when her perfect world comes crashing down around her, it’s time to sink or swim. she tests positive for the Homicidal Tendency Syndrome gene, also known as the kill gene. clarke is plucked from her comfortable life and placed into a school with people just like her - carriers, delinquents. when she meets bellamy blake there, he looks like everything they say HTS carriers are. a monster, a criminal. yet, he’s the one who protects her.

2. I Am Lost This Time

a void!bellamy fic that we all deserved to have happen in canon. an au where bellamy hears clarke’s radio calls from earth, sees her memories in m-cap and where she really is the key: the one that unlocks his memories and brings him back to her.

3. Purple, Blue, Orange, Red

bellarke are childhood friends and teenage lovers, reuniting in the midst of the same grief that tore them apart.

4. Devil Side

post apocalyptic setting and my favourite fic to have ever written. both of them coming together to survive and protect those in their family, including two small children. bellarke started out as strangers, who would have thought that they’d end up co-parenting in the middle of a world that is too dangerous to survive out in the open?

5. Waste It on Me

a soulmate/reincarnation au that I wrote based off my own breakup and feelings. probably my most popular fic and should keep you going in terms of bellarke feels.

[christiandomme]

Building dynamics and partnerships and being mad at ways the world isn’t built for me

A personal note since I am having so many feelings that it it is distracting me from other tasks and I am hoping shouting into the void might help...

NOTE: All y’all are welcome to join me in reading this and you can even share thoughts and wisdom. Heck, reblog if you so wish. EXCEPT you MT. I know you’re not on tumblr much right now but just in case you see this: let’s save talking about all this for a face to face convo. Everyone else, join me in my feelings. 

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I consider myself dispositionally polyamorous. If my religious community and my spouse both blessed it, I would 100% have multiple spouses. I know how I am wired and I know what would make for a thriving life. 

However, I count myself extremely fortunate that I am equally fulfilled by platonic/non-sexual life partners. For my happiness, sex is nice but optional, romantic-specific love is a mystery I have never kenned, and building life together and emotional intimacy is what fuels my heart. 

Thus! (with consent of my spouse) I have explored power exchange dynamics dynamics and platonic partnerships and it has been an amazing journey. 

But it has plenty of opportunities to make one heartsore. 

I was helping on of my sub’s make a Dr. appointment recently and I told the staff member on the phone ‘Hello, yes, my partner is looking for a new physician and I was wondering if you took his insurance.’ And I almost teared up after just being able to name that in such an ordinary way. 

But I have been on speaker phone with health care providers for another sub (to virtually join in on doctor visits where I was calling in to add some oomph to my sub’s self advocacy) and been introduced as ‘....my friend’ or ‘...my mentor’ to explain why this person with no legal or romantic relationship is being invited into such a vulnerable space.

Knowing that we’re not ever likely to go to each other’s family homes for winter holiday sits uneasy sometimes. 

I am blessed in that my spouse, and one of my sisters, and my best friends are all happily on this my-having-partners/subs bandwagon and so I can get a semblance of the joy that is family video calls with many of my people together (No, that is not sarcastic. I unironically love family video calls). 

But I have an opportunity with one of my subs to take the next 6-12 months for us to have a geographically closer dynamic. And one of the things standing in the way is how to introduce this mystery element to his family 

Yes, he/we’d have to explain it, yes his family would be weird about it. This is not a part of the story that can be problem solved away. I currently plan to throw my husband under the bus to take point on swaying my sub’s family because it is normal for men to meet other men and have friendships. But why would you build a connection with a woman if you could never marry her or have sex with her, amirite?? *throw up in my mouth* 

And I am so frustrated that I am vibrating. I want to live in a society where you can say, ‘hey I have a precious person and we are going to share a house together for a season of our lives and it is going to be awesome and nobody is having sex and nobody is getting married and if you want to buy us a platonic partnership gift, we need another single serving accessory for the ninja blender.’ 

And if anyone says anything about ‘why do we need special words?’ ‘why can’t we just say best friend like we did back in my day’ I am going to be very displeased. Because our society doesn’t save space for considering your platonic partner when making career decisions or how many bedrooms you are buying in a house or bringing adults to parent teacher conferences. And YES you can do it without those rhythms, obviously. But dang, I wish we did have that vocabulary and that ease. 

When someone asks how I’m doing: I’m not just worried about my spouse’s surgery- I am also carrying concern about one partner being in a cast and another starting a new job. And I want to be able to talk about it without someone telling me that I shouldn’t take too much of my friend’s worries on my own shoulders, they are independent adults. Well so is my spouse and you don’t think it is weird that I am sharing that burden of worry and recovery!

Anyway, this whole ridiculous post was initially going to be about how hard and vulnerable it is to ask someone to partner with you outside of socially dictated structures. 

I have a talk scheduled with MT this week to discuss about that geographical relocation opportunity thing, and I have to figure out how to be brave enough to really truly ask for what I want. My instinct is to make it easier on the other person when (I assume) they will tell me that my plea is insufficient. I prepare to save face and make it less difficult for someone to turn me down.  This isn’t an MT thing, this is my modus operandi. That feeling of ‘I know I won’t be enough’ so I prepare for how our connection will endure after you affirm that belief. 

And how this ties into the above rant is- it is a lot easier to say ‘I asked my partner to move in with me and he turned me down so I am sad and trying to figure out where our relationship is going’ vs ‘my sub passed on a chance to take our dynamic from long distance to in person and it makes me feel like I’m not worth fighting through the logistics for and what is my face even going to *look like* the next time he tells me that he is mine?’

And obviously I love him and we are going to work through it and whatever choice he ends up making we’ll figure out how to move our dynamic forward. That’s life. 

But in *this moment* when I am supposed to be catching up on work emails because I’ve been out sick for a week, and I can’t because my heart is just so, so sore, I can’t help but think of all the things that could make this situation a little bit easier. 

[shirtlesssammy]

3x14: Long-Distance Call

Guys! We have a special surprise next week!! (Hint: We finally get to recap the gay angel episodes again!) Until then, enjoy our last episode for season 3...

Then:

Sam’s saving his brother no matter what

Now:

On a stormy night, a man drinks alone, contemplating life. His phone rings. It’s Linda. Ben tells her he can’t. “My wife.” He hangs up the phone. It rings again. Linda pleads with him. She loves him. He hangs up again. The phone rings AGAIN. He slams it down repeatedly and tears it from the wall. IT RINGS AGAIN! Damn, Linda, you are persistent. To stop the ringing, Ben pulls out a gun and shoots himself. 

Dean tells Sam they have a case. Sam tells Dean that they’re on a case --his. Dean balks at that because they’ve got nothing. Bela’s gone, the Colt’s gone, and Dean would rather work a case they can solve than wallow in his imminent death. 

They head to Milan, Ohio. They head right to the dead guy’s house and interview his widow. She’s a little belligerent but tells them that there was blood everywhere (Oh, that’s why she’s belligerent), favorite scotch was out, and the phone was ripped from the wall. 

Sam asks to look at the crime scene. He goes through the caller ID. Dean asks about strange phone calls. She admits that a couple weeks prior she picked up on a call that Ben was on. It was static. No one was there. 

Research time!

Dean finds out that “Linda” was Ben’s high school sweetheart --and she died in a car accident. On top of that, she was cremated. On top on top of that, Sam discovered that the caller ID on the phone traces back to a phone number used a century ago! (I presume Sam did all that research while he stared out the window.) 

They head to the bowels of the phone company to find fly infested, porn addicted Stewie. I’m going to skip over all this but will laugh at the ad that said “Order now & receive a bone-us gift!” Sam asks Stewie to trace the old-time number. (Natasha: flames on the side of my face at this damn offensive porn franchise.)

Dean pulls out the threat level 5 on the guy and the guy finds some results. There’s different houses that all received a call from that number. 

Sam heads to investigate one house. He poses as a phone company employee. He asks about strange phone activity. The man that answers the phone says that they haven’t had any issues. Sam notices the daughter looking concerned in the background. 

She pops outside to call his bluff. She wants to know why he was asking about the phones. He gives her a little give and she admits that she’s been talking on the phone with her mom --who’s dead. 

Dean checks in with similar stories. Then he gets a call. It’s the static-y voice of John Winchester. 

Later at the motel, Sam wants to know more about Dean’s call. Dean gets all nervous boy about it possibly really being their dad, and what they should do about it. What should Dean say? Sam, ever the pragmatist, suggests, “hello.” It’s funny, but I guess not really because Dean walks out on his brother. 

Dean comes back with a reason why things are happening here. It’s the birthplace of Thomas Edison, and there’s a museum with Edison’s spirit phone. 

They take a tour but the phone doesn’t have any EMF. They’re stumped as to what’s happening. 

Later that night, while Sam slumbers, Dean stays awake to answer his phone. John calls again. He asks Dean how he could sell his soul. “I was looking after Sammy like you told me to.” (Boris screams into the void) John tells Dean that the demon that holds Dean’s contract is in Ohio. 

Meanwhile, the daughter from earlier is IMing a friend when she gets a message from her dead mom. The mom says she wants to see her. The girl is scared but her mom reassures her that she’s with her. Then the girl’s computer flickers out and in the reflection of the monitor, we see the girl and her mom. 

The next morning, Sam returns from interviewing Lanie, the haunted daughter, to find Dean obsessing over demon omens. He shares his intel with Sam. 

Dean’s pretty sure the demon who owns his contract is following him. I pull a Dean voice to say, “Why are you so obsessed with me?” only Dean’s actual line in the show is “My ass is too sweet to let out of sight.” God. This show. Sam tries to tell him that the demon-killing exorcism that John gave Dean over the phone might not be as advertised. Dean’s a believer, though. He’s got faith in John! (Just gonna take a li’l writing break to tear at my hair.) 

Sam heads back to watch over Lanie, but before he goes the Winchesters hold an emotional shouting match. Dean’s ready to stop the demon from coming after him once and for all and thinks that Sam’s reticence is just more head-butting with their (now dead) dad. Sam accuses Dean of having “blind faith” towards his father and I weep. Sam leaves with one request: that Dean stay put until he returns from seeing Lanie. So. That’s going to go well. 

Lanie explains to Sam what’s been going on - that her mom’s requests have extended beyond the normal grieving cemetery visit. We cut to a young kid playing in his room. His toy phone rings. “Hi, mommy!” he chirps. 

Cut to Dean “Single Man Tear” Winchester sitting dramatically by his phone. It rings. 

Lanie reveals to Sam that her mother’s ghost told her to kill herself. When Sam hears the ghost’s catchphrase, “come to me,” he realizes that they’re dealing with something else entirely. 

While Sam experiences revelation, Dean heads off alone following his dad’s orders. f r o w n y f a c e. He ends up in a quiet, suburban home.

Meanwhile, Lanie’s brother Simon (of the toy phone fame) has gone missing. Sam saves him just in time from getting pancaked by a truck. As soon as the kids are buttoned up back home, Sam calls Dean. He tells him that a crocatta is after the people of the town. It’s a scavenger that lures grieving people and eats their souls. It tends to dwell in filth. Dean recalls the flies at the phone company, so Sam heads out on a hunt. (Meanwhile, YES, Dean’s off having his own questionable adventures, setting demon traps in a nearby house.)

Sam calls Dean for backup before assaulting Stewie, the phone guy. “I know what you are and I know how to kill you,” Sam says to the terrified guy. Someone looms behind Sam with a baseball bat. It’s Clark, the manager! He takes out poor soft-headed Sammy. Unfortunately, Clark takes out Stewie too. 

They both wake up tied to chairs inside the building. Clark kills Stewie and then fangs out. He unhinges his jaw and sucks out Stewie’s soul. Yummy? Clark then lays his hands on the phone console...because it’s time to kill Dean!

Elsewhere, in a police locker room, a man’s phone rings. It’s his daughter. “I know who killed me, daddy,” she says. The girl’s voice tells him that her killer is at their house right now. 

Clark explains to Sam that spoofing John Winchester was incredibly easy. All he had to do was find their phone numbers, then John’s old numbers. That let him listen to voicemails, read emails, and easily find the weak links that led him to target Dean. Oof. (Side note: a crocatta would make a seriously amazing private detective in an alternate Supernatural where monsters have better meal restraint.) 

Dean stands ready at the suburban house - ready to kill a demon. The grieving officer heads home, ready to kill his daughter’s murderer. 

Dean’s jug of holy water is met with an angry father with a shotgun, so things start out really well. They quickly devolve into a dirty fist fight. 

Meanwhile, the crocatta continues to villain-monologue at Sam.

Technology, Clark says, makes it so much easier to target people. They’re connected - yet isolated and easier to pick off. (I scoff at this overdone oversimplification of the role of “technology” in society. I hate when people try to pretend the past was trouble-free.) Sam finds his argument weak as well, and punctuates that by breaking free of his bonds and attacking Clark. 

At the house, Dean disarms the grieving cop and reveals the demon trap below the carpet. He starts reading out the exorcism. To his horror, the guy walks right out of the demon trap. When the guy accuses him of killing his daughter, the pieces click for Dean.

Sam kills Clark by jabbing his head into a retail hook suspended off the wall. OH I SEE, this show has always been obsessed with death by hook. >:| 

Dean and the officer avoid killing each other. Instead, they despair in beaten silence together, before we cut to Dean holding a compress to his forehead back at the motel.

Sam and Dean go over the case back in the motel, but talk quickly switches to EMOTIONS. Sam apologizes to Dean. Dean admits he was wrong. “I wanted to believe so badly,” he says. STORY OF HIS LIFE DAMN IT. He admits that he’s terrified of dying. Terrified of Hell. 

Sam gives him sad puppy eyes. “There’s nothing wrong with having hope.”

“Hope doesn’t get you jack squat,” Dean tells him.

For Sad Boys with Poor Coping Mechanisms Science:

Call Me By Your Quote:

I just talked to an 84 year old grandmother who's having phone sex with her husband, who died in Korea! It redefined my understanding of the word 'Necrophilia'

That’s what happens when you mess with the phone company, dillweed

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[shinriaaa]

Venus

Chapter 1

Summary: As his world faced the near extinction event, Levi Ackerman was coincidentally contacted by his cosmic relative. Unbeknownst to him, they are both alone in the universe as Ackermans. Not going to be replicated just like the others in different worlds, but to disappear once they’ll... die.

p/s another unedited fic soooo yea, please leave out your comments below if u guys wanted to let me continue this!

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He was sure that the universe is playing his fate all along as if the mysterious void of different celestial bodies is just another speck of reality embedded in humanity’s mind like a whirlwind of eternal misery. Just another mind fuckery, making their species insane and pretty much useless if the world just began and ends in a blink of an eye.

Taking a break from his head aching stupor, he stood up and poured another cup of tea, an Earl Grey, which is safely tucked in a drawer of his domain at the moment for the past 70 years. The owner might have left it there for his pleasure but died like everyone else that was left in the world at the moment.

Sitting back on the swivel chair of the office, his computer— no, supercomputer suddenly gave a message. There is an email, an email and his eyes widened like it’s the most surreal thing that has happened ever since he was born on Earth. Emails er are long gone, and it was replaced by those electronic texts and all of the sudden, another automatic message receiving device has been invented that you immediately receive it to your head via a chip implanted there.

Levi stifled a laugh, much to his chagrin, he grinned silently. He clicked the notification, but his eyes widened when he saw the sender.

Mikasa… Ackerman.

To be honest, he doesn’t know her. He had no relatives with that name, and even if he did somehow, probably she’s on another side of the planet because of her name, which sounds Japanese. But why all of the sudden? Is she even alive? But where?

All those questions suddenly made him shiver when he realized that the Japanese peninsula was obliterated a year ago and the survivors fled into space.

He slowly read the letter, his eyes not even blinking. He swore that it all baffled him, like the universe itself and the world around him.

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Dear Levi,

Hello. I’m Mikasa Ackerman.

I came from another world… and upon searching among the worlds that may still harbor life, I saw your surname. As silly as it is, I am hoping for you to email me back since I am all alone in the universe. You know that… we are the only ones who existed in the whole universe, even parallel ones. We are singular, Levi. We have only one life among the stars, and we are not going to be copied like the rest of the world be.

I wanted to reach out to you… Please. We are on the brink of extinction right now. An Ackerman alone in the universe is a terrible thing, and if I’m gone, no one will be like me again. Also you… you will turn to dust like the others, except you will not be copied into another universe. There is a wormhole, and I sent this to you at the quickest speed of light. I am in another universe, a parallel universe like the millions around us.

Save me and be with me. Please live. I cannot lose you.

Sincerely yours, Mikasa

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He stared at the screen, his emotions are now in a sudden haze of confusion and bewilderment. As if on cue to his shocking discovery, he staggered back on his chair and fell on the floor when an explosion probably a thousand miles away from where he was temporarily living is obviously… obliterated by the force and the sudden drop of temperature made him shiver.

Another Higgs, and he’ll surely kill himself rather than being blasted by that damned bomb. He stood up, luckily the supercomputer wasn’t harmed and the bright light emitted from it made his place illuminated in contrast to the world outside his makeshift abandoned facility from decades long gone.

80 years ago, wars broke out. The earth slowly turned into ruins, and millions and billions of people died. The people lost control, and some of them ventured away towards the stars. The humans left here in this damned planet are always higged, turned to ashes, just for the sake of destruction. The Sun warmed, too warm and it killed everything.

The year 2113 wasn’t getting better either, it was far worse. It was almost an extinction-level event, and he feared the worst. The planet could potentially be obliterated by the species it gave life with, only the said species became its demise.

Now, in his apocalyptic world, he was sitting on his swivel chair, now called vintage by his timeline, and stared at the email outrageously, and remembered a story about a certain girl who wanted him to respond from years long gone. Levi heaved out a sigh, and if there’s any way that could get him out of this fucked up planet, he’ll do it. Even if it has consequences, or he will be eaten by aliens or whatsoever that awaits him up there in the void, he will find a way.

It’s not like humans can’t still offer a ride up to space and go to another hospitable planet, but unluckily for him, he was not a millionaire or a billionaire in this world. He can’t afford a seat— hell, he can’t even come inside that fucking rocket without a cash payment to offer. Because surviving is a damn expensive venture he’ll get into, and even though he’ll rob a bank here and now, he will probably end up dying or find nothing there.

Humanity is long gone.

And he was still here, looking at his computer, like he was so lucky, so lucky in fact, to even be contacted by someone even though it’s from another world or anything in this matter. As long as someone is still worried about his well-being.

Finally, after he pondered for a moment, he clicked the email button, well, a reply would suffice. His fingers hovered the keyboard, and it was so foreign for him to act like this— even to the world as living in at the moment, that he sent a message through a keyboard and a fucking computer at that.

He typed and typed, leaving out the details and he sighed. There is no turning back… he will just wait and see if there is a possibility that he will be free.

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Dear Mikasa,

Hello… Yes, I’m Levi.

I’ve received your email. Please count the hours since you sent it so that we can properly talk through this… old type of sending messages. I am unlucky living on this Earth, probably too far away to reach you. If you need my help, it is probably too late. We are getting obliterated right now, and there’s more to come.

Mikasa, how can I save you when I couldn’t save myself from this fucked up world? Tell me how and I’ll gladly do it. Thank you for reaching out, even though you don’t need to.

By the way… are you safe? Because I’m fucking obviously not.

Yours, Levi Ackerman

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Sending it… he slumped back on his not-so-comfortable swivel chair as the loading continued. But after a few seconds, he saw the ‘sent!’ notification and a small smile lit up his lips. By the thoughts of it, he hoped that it may reach her somehow… if not too late. Extinction, like his world, is probably common among the worlds that have a common ground— parallel. The multiverse is a common concept, and not like it was originally taken kindly, some people still doubt it until now. Levi thought if she was from another universe that is parallel to him, or maybe… if it is parallel to his world, she would probably be in front of a computer talking to him at the end of the world.

Sighing, he closed his eyes as the smell of apocalypse lingered around him. It smells filthy, deranged and he hates it. Loathes it, in fact.

Freedom… did it even exist? He wondered as he saw another thunder and a blast from up above, silently praying that there are no casualties in that land to become one of the dead.

But pondering what Mikasa said, they are luckily replicated to the other parallel universes. Maybe the people here are living there peacefully without the Higgs, and maybe they die but luckily be buried underneath the Earth.

But not him.

He never felt so alone until her email. If the universe is playing his fate, they sure want him to suffer.

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It was a few minutes after he took a nap and a message suddenly came into his bright supercomputer, like it was a fire ignited from the wood. He looked up, seemingly deluded by the fact, that someone was communicating with him. Like it was not just a dream or trickery from his mind throughout this madness.

It was all true.

Mikasa is still alive, somewhere… but still alive.

Slowly clicking the email while his eyes glued to the screen, he finally read her reply. Bit by bit, slowly… like he can finally see the light.

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Dear Levi,

Thank the Gods you’re alive!

To answer your request, I received your email after a few minutes when I sent my email to you. I think you quickly answered it, right? Also… I’m safe. I’m in a spaceship at the moment, but as you can see, humanity in this universe is on a brink of extinction. We are nearing the wormhole, in case you’re wondering why I can quickly send the message. Apparently…

We’re probably coming to your universe.

I doubt it… but I saw the map and it was headed towards your universe when I first searched your name, it has an address, and I knew, we’re going there. Levi, I can save you. I’ll save you if I can, I’ll control the spaceship since everyone is asleep…

Find a way to get into a rocketship. And I’ll meet you at your world’s moon base (if there’s any) and I’ll get you.

Sincerely yours, Mikasa

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Levi inwardly smirked, as an idea sparked in his mind. Speaking of moon bases, he has a friend in NASA, still here at the Earth as of this moment. The flight towards the moon base will happen this afternoon… if he can see exactly the sun in the dark skies that indicates it was still morning.

He replied to her email, grabbed some supplies for his venture outside towards the 15-minute walk towards NASA's main building, and locked the door.

It was not a luxury seat on a starship ride, but the Moon is the door to his freedom.

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Dear Mikasa,

Thank you. I think I found a way. I’ll meet you up. Though the ride will take place after three days, two and a half days is the minimum time of travel. Perhaps you can meet me after four to five days if possible.

Please be safe. And thank you for saving me. Email me up, and I’ll answer you later since I’ll be going on an errand.

Yours, Levi

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Chapter Two

A/N Please let me know in the comments below about your thoughts! don’t be shy to leave a note, hehehehehe ily! ✨

[amearla]

It’s just a dream.

TW: Trauma, Anxiety, PTSD? Panic attack.

A Bakugou x Kirishima fic, Hurt and comfort, light fluff? Angst?

Summary: so I’m a sucker for writing trauma and characters that deal with it, in a healthy or unhealthy way. This takes place after Bakugou gets kidnapped and the kids are put into the dorms. Bakugou after getting kidnapped I would have to say has trauma and quite a few other things that need addressing including some panic attack inducing nightmares. This is one of those nights where Bakugou has a nightmare but it’s just a little different.

Bakugou woke up in a cold sweat panting. He brought his knees up towards his chest and clutched his shirt. Take a deep breath. Bakugou took in a shaky breath and held it, focusing on the heart beat in his ears rather than the tears collecting in his eyes. Now release it and remember to relax your body while you breathe. Bakugou let out a long slow breath that sounded more like a shudder. He bit back a sob and clenched his teeth as his nails dug into the skin of his sides. You’re okay, no one’s a pile of dust, no one’s on fire, no one is inside one of those god forsaken fucking marbles-

The sob he was holding back, broke through. He lurched forward hating how weak he felt, hating how guilty he felt, hating the league, hating himself. He opened his mouth to say something, to scream. But all that came out was a pathetic squeak, a whine, a whimper. Bakugou leaned up against the wall, needing something to ground himself. He needed to breathe, his chest tight and his body tense.

His heart beat rapidly pulsing hard in his ears as he curled in on himself. He hated the tears, he hated the thought of them getting hurt, he hated the fear, the anxiety, the memory. He wished he could just cut it all out and be okay, but no! He had to be weak and useless and scared and- his throat closed in on itself as he finally felt the tears slide down his cheeks. His hands flew up to his hair and he tugged on it as he tried not to make any noise. He’s already caused enough trouble. He doesn’t want to cause anymore by waking everyone up. His throat became dry and tight as his chest heaved, panting trying to get some oxygen to his brain to clear his thoughts. Another sob exited his gritted teeth and it ripped through his entire body. He rested his elbows on his knees and looked down at the sheets of his bed, the darkness of the room nearly encasing his entire being. He coughed and reached for a water bottle but instead found his phone, it lit up the minute he touched it.

Kirishima’s smile shone brighter than the sun and lit up his room better than his lamp. It was a photo of him about to bite into some Gyudon, Kirishima knew that Bakugou took the photo but Kirishima never said anything. He could breathe again, just a little. He opened the phone and clicked on his contacts, he hesitated just a little, his thumb hovering over the name Shityhair, then he pressed down. The phone rang once, twice. “H-hello?” Kirishima’s voice cleared the silence making Bakugou relax. “Hello? Bakubro, you there? Are you okay?” Bakugou startled and hurried to answer Kirishima. “Ye-” he cleared his throat, his voice weak and raw from crying and trying not to scream. “Yeah I’m here.” He heard Kirishima shift around and a loud yawn sounded from the other side of the phone. “Why are you calling so early, it’s two in the morning.” Kirishima’s voice was raspy from sleep and being startled awake.

“Can you just come over?”

Kirishima sat up straight. “What, why? What happened are you okay?” His voice clear and void of any previous exhaustion even more shuffling and noise coming from Kirishima’s side of the phone. “Just get over here, dumbass!” Bakugou demanded and there was a silence coming from the phone. “Please?”

“Yeah sure I’ll be there in a few minutes don’t worry.” Kirishima answered and some more sound came from the phone and then he hung up. Kirishima will be here soon, your safe. Bakugou turned on his lamp and grabbed his water bottle and walked to the couch took a few sips and watched the water. He was startled when the click of his door being opened sounded and he must’ve looked like a hot mess because Kirishima quietly closed the door, walked over, sat next to Bakugou and said absolutely nothing. Kirishima has done this before, don’t ask any questions just wait for his bro, just be there and if Bakugou doesn’t want to say anything then that’s okay. Kirishima sat facing towards Bakugou and watched with sympathy in his eyes as he took in the blonde.

Bakugou’s hair was a mess and not just from bed head, he had dark bags under his eyes definitely not something a shower and coffee can fix, his cheeks were tear stained and his eyes were wet and bleary. Bakugou closed his water bottle and set it down and Kirishima waited for Bakugou to begin talking but instead all he did was lean forward and rest his head on Kirishima’s shoulder catching the boy off guard. The red head didn’t know what to do, what should he do? All Bakugou usually did was talk, try not to cry then they’d watch tv together and pass out. He’s never initiated touch and neither had Kirishima so to say he was surprised was an understatement but he relaxed into it regardless. Bakugou leaned some more of his weight onto the boy in front of him and Kirishima shifted around to make it more comfortable for the both of them. Bakugou unsure, wrapped his arms gently around Kirishima’s waist and waited for his reaction, when it wasn’t rejected Bakugou slightly tightened his grip still weak and out of energy from the crying, from the panic attack. Kirishima hesitantly wrapped his own arms around the blonde but once he did Bakugou practically melted into the touch and Kirishima more sure of himself and what he was doing began to hold Bakugou and lean into Bakugou’s touch.

He’s here, he’s safe, you did your best and he’s here now.

And they stayed that way for a while until Kirishima felt something wet on his shoulder and heard- no felt Bakugou’s broken sob. Kirishima only listened and understood as best he could as Bakugou through broken sobs and heaving breaths explained his nightmare but the one thing that stood out from the usual was what Bakugou said next. “And you were there and I couldn’t get to you in time and you were hurt and you were scared and they had you and I couldn’t help you and I’ve never felt so useless in my life, I’ve never felt so scared I thought I had lost you and that you were dead and that they won because they had you and I- I-” Bakugou shuddered again as he gasped for breaths and continued talking about his dream. Kirishima reassuring him and giving Bakugou back rubs and squeezes to ground him whenever his breathing became to shallow or laboured. Soon Bakugou had worn himself out and just stayed there in Kirishima’s arms the reassuring hold was something he needed right now but when Kirishima let go of him for a second and shuffled around Bakugou held on just a little tighter as if he was afraid that Kirishima would disappear into thin air if he let go. Kirishima wrapped his arms around Bakugou again holding something in his hands. “Don’t worry I’m here, your here, we’re both safe, those people are gone now, it was just a dream.” Kirishima threw whatever he was holding and it landed with a light thump and Bakugou nodded it was just a dream. Bakugou leaned into Kirishima even more, if that was possible he didn’t know and listened to the breathing and the grounding heart beat of Kirishima.

He was safe.

If anyone was wondering what Kirishima was holding it was his phone. He sent an email to Aizawa who has yet to read it because it’s freaking three a.m. anyways hope you liked this!

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I forgot to send on my voting story. Ok so my brother and I both got mail in ballots, and let me tell you how we both forgot to mail it in so we just thought to bring them to our voting location. The lady there kinda yelled at us? She was confused and didn't know how to go about it. And honestly I just took it because we were the idiots who didn't mail in our ballots. We had to rip them up and they just us new ones to fill out in person and submit. Not exciting, but a story for void snippet. 👀

Anonymous said: Hi!! I'm so excited for void! I voted today around 30 minutes before the polls closed in my neighborhood because I had to wait for my dad and brother to get home from work since they wanted to go all together hehe. It was a pretty fast process! We just pressed buttons on screens (compared to last election where we had to bubble in everything by hand) plus, I got to keep the stylus that they gave us and it works on phones too! 🥰🥰 Thank you! I love your writing so much 💜💜💜

Anonymous said: I did mine through mail me and my husband did and we went to the post office a little while back and then he took us on a nice little date afterward and we got ice cream! Also I love void💖 keep up the good work

Anonymous said: VOTES FOR VOID??? I love democracy and I love VOID! So since May I've (temporarily) moved back home from New York to Indiana RE: covid; I've voted absentee for the both the primaries and presidential election (I'm still in IN rn...blah). I voted early and mailed in my ballot for the presidential election (about 3 weeks ago). Made sure my family was voting (brother mailed it in, mom dropped off a ballot, and dad did early voting) and encourage them to put up a Biden sign in our yard <3

Anonymous said: HI BEE! I ALSO VOTED TODAY! IM 21 SO THIS IS MY FIRST TIME VOTING FOR THE PRESIDENTIAL ELECTION (my 18th bday didnt make the cutoff since im a december bday) im so happy to have done my part! I made sure to study up on the judges and policies and everything! Luckily the polling place didn't have a line so i was able to get in, get my ballot, and fill it in right away! I even dragged my mom and cousin to come with me. I made a joke on snapchat to encourage my friends to vote too. It was a pic of my "i voted" sticker with a caption saying "omg youre so sexy when you vote aHaha" -🦙

Anonymous said: this is my first time doing this so, so i hope i’m sending this correctly! i voted early in late september by mail! i live in a swing state, so it’s really important for me to vote and not waste time!! bc of my age, this is my first time voting so i’m really nervous 😅

Anonymous said: I voted by email! I'm overseas so I wasn't sure if my ballot would actually make it through in time, so I decided to go electronically. Had to sign a waiver saying I understand that my vote won't be anonymous but I haven't been given a reason to suspect voter suppression/fraud in my state, so I'm happy I think...!

Anonymous said: hi, i voted early on oct 24th. my absentee ballot didn't come in, so i had to travel back home to vote (~3 hour drive). when we got there, there was a ton of people outside the polling place, but no lines, so i was in and out pretty quick. it was my first time voting, so i had all the candidates i was voting for written down on a tiny receipt so i wouldn't forget 😅. my mom was with me, so she voted too. took a pic with my sticker (mask on for extra covid-ness) and went home. drove back the next afternoon!

whippedforkook said: Hi Bee. 💕 I voted in early October - nearly a month ago! 😱 It’s been really weird with all the lead up to the election because it felt like it should have been done once I cast my ballot! A lot of my friends have volunteered to get out the vote: writing postcards to voters, texting, phone banking, working the polls, curing ballots. I didn’t volunteer at all this year, but I hope that all of my friends’ hard work and everyone else’s is enough. I’m also hoping and praying that I will be in a better place mentally for 2022 so that I too can volunteer. Our work starts with 2020 not ends. 💕 Wishing you well. 💕

begineuphoria said: I went and voted last Friday as it was our last early voting day. No way was I going to wait until today with the crowds of people in my area that still act as if masks are somehow infringing on their rights. 🙄 It was a rather normal experience for the most part. Other than having to use a coffee stir stick to press the buttons on the machine to vote. In and out within five minutes.

Anonymous said: I voted down the street at this pretty park this morning. I got up at 5:30 and it was freezing. Luckily I wore like 30 layers and stood outside for 2 hours. Some nasty orange man supporters were rude but everyone else was pretty nice. A really cute older couple was playing soccer with pine cones and kicked it towards me to play too. Not the worst time tbh.

Anonymous said: Did mail-in voting in California! Extremely exhausting and took forever to research all the propositions - they are notoriously tricky in hiding their flaws and one side tends to outrageously outspend the other. But in the end I felt really good about my research and decisions! No need for you to post a snippet for this story - would like to save that to read sometime in the future ;) Thank you so much for doing this!

joonsgotthejuice said: Votes for void??? I am here! I went last Thursday and it was chaotic bc I kept going past the poll place but the line was soooo long so my mom called me and woke me up like "its pouring rain and the line is super short get up I'm gonna pick you up" so thats the story of how I got dressed in 5 minutes and dragged my ass to vote in the rain <3

Anonymous said: i voted early on thursday it was cold and rainy but i went in the late afternoon and thankfully the only waiting i did was a few minutes for an elevator i got very lucky and while waiting for the results is awful the relief that came from voting in general was just great

Anonymous said: Wheeew the polls just closed and I finally got to cast my ballot yayyy ( I was the one working the polls from earlier) it’s been a really really long day and we actually had surprisingly good turnout. I saw a woman try to vote for someone else who claimed to be “helping” and I saw a woman who I’m pretty sure was on some typa something 👀 Overall though I really I’m really thankful for people like you who encouraged people to get out and vote. I hope the odds are in our favor❤️🤞🏼

chelsea-chee said: Hello Bee! Today surprisingly my elderly father wanted to vote so I brought him out with me. He only cared about voting for Biden, which meant I got to help decide who he should vote for with the rest of the candidates and amendments! Say hello to baby bee for me as well! 💖

Anonymous said: Okay I gonna got a chance to vote today and the process wasn’t that bad actually. I went in just now and it wasn’t that busy( thankfully) so no lines. I’m from Texas and it’s gonna be almost impossible to turn this state blue, but every vote counts! I love that you are getting people to vote and also sharing your experiences as well!

owl-orgy said: Dropped off my mail in ballot at a polling location! I originally wanted to vote early in person because I was worried my signature wouldn’t match closely enough but ended up just turning it in and double checked today to make it said “ballot accepted and counted”!

Anonymous said: I voted in person this afternoon, better late than never I guess. I was gonna go last week but then I got cramps from hell. There was no one in line in front of me, I think my county early voted because it was packed everyday the last few weeks

Anonymous said: I voted early a couple weeks ago. Exciting thing though that did happen was I got both my parents to vote for their first time ever.

Anonymous said: I had a mail in vote. So, I filled it out and dropped it in at the ballot box at my library. (I also checked out books for the first time in years, so I had fun!)

bubblyjiminnie said: I literally just finished voting. Lucky for me, the line and wait wasn’t very long, and it was a nice enough day that the short amount of time I had to spend in line outside of the building wasn’t too bad. My social anxiety when it comes to stuff like this tends to be high but that’s what I get for waiting until Election Day instead of going the mail in route. This was only my second time voting, but I’m glad that I did 😊

Anonymous said: I turned my ballot in last week :) I’m not a big fan of crowds and I hate make spur of the moment choices but despite that the first time I was able to vote back in 08 my Mom pressured me into voting in person because “you’d have to experience it at least once in our life”. And ever since then I comfortably vote by mail. I take my time, do all of my research, listen to music, and best of all don’t have to deal with people.

Anonymous said: here in Washington state it’s super easy to vote. I dropped my ballot off in mid-October and it’s already been accounted for! Mail in voting and drop box voting is fantastic and provides equal opportunity and access. Sad to see some people in red states misinforming Americans about it! We also have a referendum for implementing mandatory sex ed, including teaching respect, empathy and consent as part of the curriculum so I was happy to vote yes on that too!

unionrox006 said: I voted about 2 weeks ago by doing a mail in ballot. The other eligible to vote members of my household did the same. We chose to vote by absentee ballot because both my mom and I have an autoimmune disorder, so we have to be careful going out in the pandemic. Tbh, the ballot layout was a bit confusing at first as was all the paperwork and required IDs and documents. But my dad explained it to me and we got them filled out and mailed off. Kinda mad I didn't get a sticker for it though

bluetostone said: Love this and so excited for the next chp of void! I early voted a few weeks ago and because I live in a pretty rural county I was in and out of my polling place in a few minutes. No sticker though 😢. I live in a swing state so it could go either way in terms of delegates. Just praying everyone is safe tonight as the results roll in...though, won't we not know for sure for a couple of days or weeks?

Anonymous said: My mom, sister, and I received our early voting ballots a while ago and I took the longest to fill mine out because it was making me anxious :,( but I did return it before it was due. I checked our ballot statuses and mine and my moms were accepted but my sister’s said they hadn’t received hers back. Then she got another ballot so she filled that one out too and I took it yesterday 👍👍 I think she got two because she changed her address late so they sent two?

vixsynsblog said: Non-interesting voter story: I'm paranoid and live in a highly divided area, so I filed mail-in ASAP, mailed it a few days after cause neighbors are nosy and don't understand boundaries. Was able to track my ballot through my credit company, which was nice. Only thing I was missing was my sticker. Never got one✊😔. So I had to improvise and write it in pen on my disposable mask. I'm working all this week so if riots break out from either side, I'll be at work. Prayers for the safety of others🙏

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Waaah!!! Thank you all for voting!! You are all my heroes. I am so grateful and proud of you. I’m sorry I ran out of time to respond to you individually. I’m going to drop two big scenes from Chapter 7 in gratitude (one of which will be familiar to my patrons and one won’t). I’m hopeful I will have the whole next chapter out very soon. Love you all!

Void spoilers below the cut.

When you wake up in the morning, there are still no signed HR forms in your messages. Had you been a fool to think they were interested? How much time does it take to decide such a thing? Perhaps just by putting the idea out there explicitly, it had lost all of its taboo appeal. 

There is a calendar reminder waiting for you: Today is chili pepper pollinating day. At least this gives you an excuse to talk to Hoseok. 

You find the science officer in the lab as always, sitting with his knee up against his chest. Hoseok doesn’t look well. He’s got dark circles under his eyes.

“Hey, um…” You shuffle your feet. Want to fuck me? No wait…“You don’t look good. Were you here all night?” you ask.

He blinks at you, bleary-eyed. “Um, was I? Yeah.. I suppose. Lost track of time.” He rubs his eyes, before looking you up and down, then casting his gaze back to the floor. 

All you want to do is ask about the forms. Or the meeting. Or what he thinks of you now. But you don’t. “I need to pollinate the chili peppers today.” Usually Hoseok is the person who assists with that. “But I can get one of the other guys to do it if you need the sleep.”

“No!” Hoseok lurches forward, standing up a bit to rapidly and needing to put his hand back on the bench to steady himself. “I mean, I’m fine.” 

You should disgaree with him. He is exhausted. But you’d like more time to talk to him. 

Pollinating the chili peppers is both time-sensitive and time-consuming, hence why it took two of you to get the job done. There were no insects on your ship to do the job for you and if they didn’t get pollinated, they wouldn’t bear any fruit. Your chili peppers were your favorite crop. Not only a vital source of Vitamin C, but all your food benefitted from having a bit of spice added to it. 

You and Hoseok head for the greenhouse together. The intital set-up gives you something to talk about in the beginning. Hoseok gathers the pollen from one flower onto a paintbrush, then hands it over to you to paint onto the stigmas of each little flower on the next plant in the line.

Slowly the conversation dries up as you fall into a silent rhythm. Other than just enjoying the chili peppers, you must admit that this was one of your favorite tasks on the ship because of the high likelihood that the two of you would brush hands peridically. Always gave you butterflies. But today he seems extra intent on keeping his distance from you. Was he disgusted by you now? His hands are trembling.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” 

His hand twitches so hard that a little rain of yellow pollen cascades onto the floor. He curses in frustration before turning to face you. “Are you sure you’re okay?” 

“Um, yes, I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“This, um, plan of yours…” he gestures to the vague tension in the air. “It doesn’t feel like you.”

“I’m trying to save the mission. That has always been my top priority.”

“Yeah, I’m still not clear on how this benefits the mission.”

“Yoongi said…” you start to say, but are cut off my Hoseok’s derisive snort. 

“Look, if you’re in love with Yoongi, just go date him, okay? Don’t feel obligated to include the rest of us out of pity.” 

You frown. “I’m not… I’m not in love with him. It’s just sex. Just biology.” 

“This isn’t you!” Hoseok argues back. “You hated the idea of anyone of us ever treating you that way. And now you just want all of us to… to… use you like that?”  He splutters out the end of the sentence.

“No one is using me! This is my plan! I’m in charge!”

He sighs. “Well, I can’t be a part of it. Excuse me.”

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Taehyung finds you in the gym. It’s good to see him up and about, even if his arm is still in a sling. 

“Hey, so I need to talk to you about this, um, ape sex thing.” He fishes awkwardly into his pockets and pulls out his tablet.  Maybe Jimin was right. Is Taehyung going to be the first to take you up on your offer?

You pause your jog on the elliptical machine. You wish you weren’t so sweaty and gross for this conversation. Taehyung is such an intimidatingly attractive man with those strong eyebrows and that perfect skin. 

Taehyung opens up the tablet and flips to the form. It’s happening. He’s going to sign the form. Shit. Then what will you do? It’s one thing to say you want to have sex with your whole crew, but what if he’s hoping to go right now? You need a shower. 

Taehyung has really nice hands. Long strong fingers delicately navigating the touch screen. It seems totally improbable that a man this attractive would be into you, even if you were the only woman in the universe. It just adds to your suspicions that hormones are driving everyone crazy. Perhaps if you slept with him once, he’d lose all interest. 

He finds the form and then turns his gaze up to you, staring you down with those eyes. It’s a good thing that Taehyung rarely turns his full gaze on you, because it is almost too much to bear. Shit, is he just going to sign it? Is he waiting for you to give him some sort of signal?

“You can’t do this to Jimin,” he says.

“What?” Not what you were expecting. “Do what to Jimin?”

“This.” He gestures over the HR form. “Signing these forms with everyone. Having sex with everyone. You’re going to destroy Jimin.”

“Jimin’s the one who suggested this whole thing in the first place.” It’s a lie. You know its a lie. Or at least a gross exaggeration. But Jimin was the one who first brought up the idea of sharing. All for the benefit of the man in front of you now. 

“No way.” Taehyung scoffs, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow. “No way was it Jimin’s idea that you sleep with the whole crew.” 

“Well…” You can’t bear his gaze anymore and look down at the floor. “He wanted me to sleep with you.”

That surprises Taehyung. He puts down the tablet. “What? Why would he want that?”

This is awkward. “He, um, thinks you’re in love with me.”

“What?” There is only surprise on Taehyung’s face. It’s actually a relief to see that Taehyung is just as shocked by that idea as you were. “Why does he think that?”

“I don’t know…” You feel kind of dumb now. Of course, Taehyung doesn’t feel that way about you. Look at him. “Cause you told him you were jealous. Cause you can’t stand to be in the same room as us…”

Taehyung bites his lip. “Oh, um, shit, sorry, that’s not what I meant.”

If Taehyung isn’t jealous of Jimin... 

“Taehyung…” He looks up, biting his lip. “What did you mean? Who are you jealous of?” 

Taehyung’s eyes widen, but he doesn’t say anything. Instead he reaches for his microphone and mutes it. Out of respect, you mute yours as well. He glances toward the camera in the corner of the room, then stands up and begins unzipping his jumpsuit. 

“Um…” You are distracted by the golden arms that peak from either side of the tank top as the zipper reaches his groin. “What are you doing?”

“Need something to block the camera.”

“We have towels,” you mutter.  But he’s already stripping out of his shirt. The musculature of his back ripples. He hangs the shirt off of the camera to block the rest of the room from view. 

“Yeah, but this way anyone watching will think we’re having sex.” His chest is just as attractive as his back and you flush at the sight of it. Mercifully, he zips back into his jumpsuit as he returns to his position in front of the exercise machine. 

“You want them to think we’re having sex?”

“Don’t you? It plays right into your whole save the mission with bonobo sex plan.”

“I suppose.” Though the plan was also supposed to be that there would be no more secrets between the crew. “What plan of yours does it play into?”

“The one where Jimin doesn’t realize I’m in love with him.”

“You’ve never tried to tell him?”

Taehyung laughs wryly and shakes his head. “How would that conversation go? Hey man, I know we’ve known each other for years and I’ve already seen you naked and that you just think of me as a friend, but I’m in love with you. I know that’s awkward but now you have to spend the next twelve years with me, knowing that I’m attracted to you when you don’t feel the same way.” Taehyung sighs. “Doesn’t sound like a good plan to me. If he doesn’t feel the same way, I’ve just ruined the friendship for nothing and then I don’t even have that.”

“Yeah… I get that.”  There’s something touching about realizing that Taehyung has been fighting the same battle as you for the last two years. 

“I couldn’t tell anyone before launch because what if they wouldn’t let me go then? You know?”

“Yeah, the director wasn’t big on sending anyone who might ‘complicate’ the mission.” The two of you share a sad knowing smile. 

“Yeah… And I thought it would be fine, you know? I like women too. I’d just date women until launch and no one would know. I wasn’t planning on falling in love with my roommate.”

“I don’t think any of us really knew what this would be like.”

“I knew it was going to be a problem. I should have pulled out…” 

Your mind flashes back to that moment of doubt when Hoseok talked you into still coming on the mission.

“But I couldn’t just let him go off into space without me. Even if he’d never feel the same way, at least he’d still be in my life.”

The emotion in Taehyung’s words makes your eyes begin to mist. “You really do love him.”

“Yeah,” Taehyung sighs again. “But he’s in love with you.”

“Well, he thinks he is.”

“What does that mean?”

“He only feels like that about me cause he thinks I’m the only option.”  You wonder if maybe he would feel differently if he knew about Taehyung’s feelings. 

Taehyung frowns and shakes his head. “You don’t give him enough credit.”

“Oh come on, you know him. How many women did he date while we were in training?”

“A few…” 

“And how many of them was he in love with before he found the next one?”  

Taehyung bites his lip. He can’t really argue with that. “So why are you with him then, if you don’t think it’s real?”

You shrug, rubbing your arm. “He wants me. It’s nice to feel wanted, I guess.”

“You know you could have that with any man on this ship right?”

You scoff. “They’re all suffering the same delusion. It’s only-available-vagina syndrome. I just want us all to fuck and get it out in the open. Maybe if we could get it out of our system, they would see I’m nothing special. And then we can get back to the mission.”

Taehyung eyes you up and down. “You don’t give yourself enough credit either.”

You shrug. “You wait and see. Jimin will get bored of me. They all will.”

The two of you both slump backwards in your seats, mulling over your shared woes.  Taehyung bends down and picks up the tablet again. “So what should I do with this?”

“Obivously, you don’t have to sign it. I should have realized that not everyone would be interested.”

“Jimin thinks I’m in love with you?”

“Yeah…”

“Is it okay if we let him think that for now? At least until I figure out how to tell him the truth?”

“Okay.”

Taehyung smiles and signs the bottom of the form, then sends it to you. Your phone lights up with a message. “Thank you,” he murmurs before he leaves.