#made a thread about it on twitter and sobbed a little

[purrvaire]

good omens season 2 + text posts I have on my phone (3/?)

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[beatrixstonehill2]

Miranda and Lexi couldn't believe the news. It sounded like a fantasy come true. They'd chatted about it many times, the naughty idea of something so taboo, something so very wrong and against everything they thought they knew about themselves..... Both girls rubbed their exaggeratedly feminized bodies together, both having taken blockers, pumped full of estrogen for quite a while, living as girls for all of their teens. Now both at twenty, their thick cocks pressed together, hard as can be, they fucked like cis lesbians in pornos.... scissoring and humping their fat, swollen, over-masturbated cocks together.... since neither of them could top. They could only pathetically writhe together and hump their cocks together until they came again and again, sweating, giggling at the news......

They were both going to be detransitioned by the state. The girls acted out their fantasies of detransitioning, talking about it endlessly, even roleplaying by misgendering each other, calling themselves confused gay femboys who turned their bodies into perverted parodies of real women. Oh how they humped and jerked off to their little roleplay sessions. Until their state started banning hrt all the way up to 18, forcing detransition. They both almost jokingly wrote letters to the governor.... with nude photos, inventing a sob story about how their parents made them become girls and get, big humiliating breasts and fat, curvy bodies like a couple of college sluts..... They pleaded for the age of detransition to be raised. Neither of them thought anything would come of it, until they watched the news one morning......

An emergency order from the attorney general, everyone below twenty-five. There was no escaping it. No getting around it. They were stunned. The governor gave a speech, mentioning the two girls specifically, saying he received 'alarming' photos of boys turned into pornographic, shameful parodies of girls. That he was so disgusted by the photos, he had to act as fast as possible to ensure these two 'poor, damaged young men' could get the help they needed. He went on to say that his office would be reaching out personally to pay for all medical expenses for Miranda and Lexi, and he would make sure their 'grotesquely large' breasts would be removed as quickly as possible. The crowd cheered and the news station called him a compassionate leader.

Miranda and Lexi were left dumbfounded. They immediately started jerking off together, giggling and moaning. Both girls of course loved their bodies and couldn't be happier with their transitions...... But now their silly detrans fantasies were gonna come true for everyone their age in the state. After cumming a few times, the girls went on Twitter and saw the governor actually posted the photos they sent, with a warning that such 'perverse imagery' wasn't for the faint of heart. The comments were filled to the brim with misgendering, calling them fat cows, whores, disgusting, porn-sick men, brainwashed by all the violent adult content online. Miranda and Lexi jerked off to the comment threads, elated to see all the blatant misgendering and revulsion people expressed, most of them calling the girls overweight men with saggy moobs who probably only wanted to use the women's room to jerk off in there.

Safe to say, Miranda and Lexi never orgasmed so much in only a couple hours in their lives. They lay together, covered in sweat, panting, kissing, still stroking their flaccid cocks, pumping more cum out them. They giggled about what kind of men they'd end up as now, since they had no choice but to detrans. They fantasized about being muscular jocks, or skinny femboys, maybe nice and lean, athletic, super handsome and irresistible to curvy girls like themselves..... But they both agreed, they'd have the most fun becoming a couple of fat slobs. With all that testosterone, on top of their sex drives? They laughed playfully, saying they'd have to become no-life gooners, eating all day, never showering, watching their gorgeous, sexy bodies become hairy mounds of lard. They fantasized to each other about becoming so fat they'd have to move in together into Miranda's parents' basement, waited on hand and foot. Both called every name in the book. Pathetic. Losers. Slobs. All as they gleefully sit around watching porn nonstop, mindlessly jerking off all day...... Sounded like the life they always dreamed of. Though they both giggled that if they stayed girls, they would have probably wound up hugely fat, obsessed with porn and jerking off together anyway.....

[creatoriginsane]

the bnha season 7 "thread"

decided to put it here instead of twitter bc i don't want the people who know me in real life that i'm a bigger weeb than i appear to be. i'll be updating this post as i watch, so keeping everything under the cut!

(memories ep1)

goooosh i remember when shonen openings were hype??? also, looking back, so much heroing has happened and not much academia. i wish mha took a page from world trigger, at least.

kouki uchiyama is def one of my favorite VAs now

shigaraki was a LOT more terrifying in the earlier seasons, like, the stalker/yandere "appeal" he had was so much fun

the Stain arc was definitely a highlight, and i wished they had more "ideological" arcs and conflicts like it

I WISH THEY TALKED MORE ABOUT THE STAKES AND SACRIFICES HEROES MADE/MAKE

(memories ep2)

WAIT EACH EPISODE USES AN OPENING FROM THAT SEASON??? god i almost teared up on this one??

lol, the league of villains now feel like actual losers (and i mean that as an endearment) they don't really plan ahead, huh? but i guess that's some change of pace compared to the smartass villains from before? but god, i wish we had smarter villains than this (i guess i'll just make one or some)

the AFO VS ALL MIGHT FIGHT!!! god the soundtrack too :( i nearly cried???

come to think of it, MHA will definitely be lotsa times greater (for me) if they had elements of Tiger & Bunny, World Trigger, and Samurai Flamenco

UNITED STATES OF SMASH!!! *literal sobbing*

You're next. *literal bawling my eyes out*

(memories ep3)

NOBUHIKO OKAMOTO, ladies and gents, a really, really, REALLY great VA

god, the deku vs bakugo fight here was real good for a honen like this (bot it won't be anything comapred to the run vs yukio fight in a future season of ao no exorcist)

as much as i love MAN ON A MISSION and how theirs songs are really hype, i just find this OP… a little… unfitting? idk, i think it fits more with the start of the war arc??? eh that's just me

also ARE WE NOT DOING THE OVERHAUL ARC??? that was one (if not my) favorite arc :(

TOUYAAAAAA goddamn

Also, I'm not too big a fan of the "endeavor forgiveness" thing, because i yearn for the day abusers are just cut off from their families completely. what endeavor did was an active choice that continues for YEARS, but i don't full dislike it. it's still better than other people (because at least endeavor acknowledges what he did and didn't run away from it)

if i think about it down, touya's backstory is real SAD but that doesn't excuse that he's a MURDERER with NO REASON

HIRO SHIMONO another reaaaaally great VA

NOBUHIKO OKAMOTO, ladies and gents, a really, really, REALLY great VA

god, the deku vs bakugo fight here was real good for a honen like this (bot it won't be anything comapred to the run vs yukio fight in a future season of ao no exorcist)

as much as i love MAN ON A MISSION and how theirs songs are really hype, i just find this OP… a little… unfitting? idk, i think it fits more with the start of the war arc??? eh that's just me

also ARE WE NOT DOING THE OVERHAUL ARC??? that was one (if not my) favorite arc :(

TOUYAAAAAA goddamn

Also, I'm not too big a fan of the "endeavor forgiveness" thing, because i yearn for the day abusers are just cut off from their families completely. what endeavor did was an active choice that continues for YEARS, but i don't full dislike it. it's still better than other people (because at least endeavor acknowledges what he did and didn't run away from it)

if i think about it down, touya's backstory is real SAD but that doesn't excuse that he's a MURDERER with NO REASON

HIRO SHIMONO another reaaaaally great VA

(memories ep4)

lol, baby wants to destroy the world

LOL HE REALLY DOES

Honestly, the S6 OP song is SO GOOD and the visuals are STRONG, def my fave so far (but like, Super Beaver's songs are all great)

Shigaraki's backstory is just so real and i wished this kind of situation was touched on more by the series, because the literal power dynamics between heroes-civilians-villains and powered vs unpowered is something i really like when it comes to the superpower/superhero genre

god i am not really excited for the full blast of the war arc because it's just fight after fight after fight :( and it's not like they're changing up their strategy from "physically beat them into submission"

[seliipi]

what if it had been Keith instead? 

Based off an old unfinished thread of mine on Twitter!  What if Keith, having seen everything that would happen on the space whale, decides to sacrifice himself instead so Allura gets her own chance to heal?  Shiro's safe and alive, he got to spend time with his mom, learned about his identity and became secure with who he was, really made something of himself from that lost little delinquent in the desert... He does seem like the type to think, "That's enough. More than enough--" "I'm happy--Allura deserves that chance too." So he makes that decision, and quietly makes peace with everyone and everything. And before Allura can jump to the conclusion of what she must do-- He uses Black's wings to take himself to the nexus of all realities, already fully prepared. Black is a steady presence behind him as he takes in their faces, too far to hear anything they have to stay. He lingers on Shiro's face, closing his eyes the moment he realizes. Nothing was worth Shiro's pain, but he knows Shiro can move on from this. They never talked about it, but he told him he loved him. His feelings got across. Even if Shiro didn't feel the same way for him, that was enough. It would've been nice to hear it back, but--ah --and here he thought he'd have no regrets. He was kidding himself if there wasn't the tiniest hope that those feelings would be returned. It's okay. He'll carry that love with him always, even after the end. Even after he's gone. He turns and walks into the light. ********** Shiro's yelling something desperately, barely getting held back by Hunk and Pidge. He still has that connection with Black, despite shutting her voice out out of fear. He clutches to it now, begging, even as it fades away along with Black and Keith. "No, please. Not like this. Not him--" There's almost a note of regret in the soft rumble that answers him, but it's swept away with an overwhelming feeling of love that makes his voice catch in his throat, tears prick at his eyes.  It's Keith. Even now, reaching out to him-- He can hear the roar of the other lions all around them, feel the shock from the other paladins as they find themselves saying goodbye to their own lions with what little time they have. But he can't look away from that light, that last glimpse, even as it envelops them all-- When he comes to, he's back on bridge of the Atlas, holding the console for support. The explosion of color and noise makes his ears ring. There's Olia, asking another squadron to report in. To his left, Veronica excitedly reports all Paladins have been found. She pulls up a visual and Coran immediately leaps out of his seat as another officer patches a line through. There's no sign of Voltron, or the lions, but there they all are, slowly making their way back to the Atlas.  Coran shouts, "Paladins! Are you alright!? Is Allura okay!?" "I've got her!" Lance answers, holding her close. "She's out cold but okay!" Pidge is next, giving a tired wave. "We're all okay. Honerva's been taken care of, but the lions....sacrificed themselves to save us." Hunk's voice is still wobbly, "They saved all of us..." Shiro's hand flies to his mouth to keep a bubble of hysteria from bursting out of him, trembling as all channels erupt in joyous celebration at the news. The Holts are hugging each other in relief. Veronica has never looked prouder, beaming at her brother on the screen. Coran is openly crying in happiness, but all noise on the bridge dies at the despairing sob that tears its way out of their Captain's throat. He sags to the floor, trying in vain to muffle each sob, but the tears keep coming, hot and overflowing. What kind of sick joke was this? Coran immediately comes to his side, kneeling down in worry, placing a comforting hand to his back. "Shiro. What's wrong?" "Nothing" is his knee-jerk response, but he bites it down. "Everything" he wants to say. Instead he shakes his head as the other paladins call his name, asking him if he's okay. He's not. The only thing that manages to leaves his lips is a broken "Keith..." He still hasn't told him. " 'Keith?' " Pidge's voice rings through the comms, confused. He thought he'd have more time. "Who's Keith?" ********* DESPITE HOW IT SOUNDS IT ENDS WITH A HOPEFUL ENDING IN MY HEAD. KEITH THOUGHT ERASING ALL MEMORIES OF HIM WOULD MAKE IT EASIER ON EVERYONE BUT SHIRO REMEMBERS--SHIRO WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER HIM--AND WITH ALLURA’S HELP, AS WELL AS A TELEPORTING WOLF CARRYING KEITH’S BLADE IN HIS MOUTH, HE CROSSES THE STARS TO BRING KEITH HOME. 

[soft--dragon]

Brother Bear

I've gotten into James' content more so here's a brotherly fic between him and Tommy cause I love their dynamic :]

Word Count: 3,094

Warnings: Mild hurt at the start, but don't worry it gets fluffy fast

This is a SFW tickle fic, if you don’t like that then don’t read :)

ALL PLATONIC, IF I SEE SHIPPING I WONT HESITATE TO STAB A BITCH. /srs

If you had told James Marriott a few years ago that he would be an older brother figure and close friend to Tommyinnit, he probably would’ve laughed and taken the piss out of you by making a commentary video about the remark. Now however, he happily (and proudly) accepted that he'd been adopted as an older sibling by the gangly teenager. 

Tommy, while wildly bold and self confident, was one of the most down to earth people James had ever met. Not only that, but he was a kind and considerate soul, constantly looking out for his loved ones and making sure everybody was comfortable before pursuing his schemes, as chaotic as they could get. 

It took a little bit to get used to Tommy's upbeat nature, but once James did, he found the boy was very easy to banter with. Not only that, but his humour matched James's in some ways, making the jokes absurd and ridiculous. There were more times than James could count his fingers where he and Tommy would riff off each other with bits, leaving everyone else surrounding them confused and wondering if it was a cult ritual of some kind. 

And after the new brotherly adoption, the kindness, and the batshit weird jokes, James discovered TommyInnit was a very affectionate person. He'd seen it in the way he'd stick close to Ranboo's side and take his hand when they walked. He'd seen it with Wilbur and the blonde when they were hanging out, catching Tommy subtly, (and sometimes obviously,) leaning into his older brother's space until Wilbur hugged him, tight and warm every time. He's seen it when Tommy was around Aimsey, Billzo, Freddie, and Tubbo. The gentle affection and touches that had so much love behind them always reciprocated with a soft laugh or a fond look. 

It was disgustingly sweet, but it never failed to make James' 'cold, dead heart' warm and melt.

There were times however, when the world wasn't so sweet back to him. The world, as James had learned over the years, was angry and unforgiving. As much positivity some people spread throughout the earth, there would always be those people trying to promote toxicity. And the winning contestant of that toxicity? Twitter.

James did his best to follow his friends' examples and not go down the rabbit hole of negative Twitter hashtags and threads, but Tommy was less self-controlled. 

It started with a phone call. A phone call at two in the fucking morning no less. James would admit he wasn't the best at handling late night calls, especially by an eighteen year old kid. So when he snatched up his phone and smacked the 'answer' button, it wasn't really his fault he snapped an annoyed; "What do you want?" at ass o'clock on a Wednesday night. 

Silence hung in the air from the other end. It hung there so long James was about to hang up and assume Tommy had hit his phone in his sleep or something and called him by accident, then a sharp sob wrenched through the speakers and James' mind went blank. He was seemingly frozen on the spot before he swallowed to try and fix his dry throat.

". .Tom?" His voice was weak as the boy's name fell from his lips, soft and cautious. 

"J-James." His reply, if you could even call the high pitched whimper a reply, sounded so wretched. 

James was sitting up in an instant and throwing the duvet off in a panic. "Tom, what's happened? Where are you?" 

"I'm h-home- I'm at home." 

“Are you safe?" 

"...Yes? I- I think I'm, I don't know." He sounded so lost it made James's heart hurt.

"What happened? Is Ash with you? Rue?" 

"B-Both out. It's just me here."

James took a breath to steady himself and gripped the phone a bit tighter. His eyes focused on the moon dappled carpet, his sleep-ridden mind trying to get itself together to help Tommy through whatever was going on. Speaking of which… the kid hadn't actually told him what was going on. He murmurs softly, careful and gentle in the serene darkness. "What happened, bud? You still haven't told me." 

Another shaky wheeze filtered through the speakers, dry and thick with tears. There was a tense moment of silence that had James bouncing his knee anxiously, then Tommy's quiet voice spoke up. "Night-   nightmare, bad one, really bad. J-James I'm sorry I called you- Wilbur wasn't picking up, neither was Ranboo and-"

"Hey, don't apologise, I don't mind that you called me over this. …And I'm sorry I snapped at you earlier, it was unnecessary."

"...It's okay." 

Both their voices trailed off, the call filled with Tommy's sniffles and James' worried foot tapping. Then James leaned his elbows on his knees and spoke softly. 

"You want me to come over there?" 

There was a choked sound. "What-? James it's like two am right n-now, you shouldn't-" 

"I want to."

Tommy went silent on the line. James squeezed his duvet to calm down his racing heart, biting the inside of his cheek as he waited for the teenager's answer. Then after what felt like eternity…

"Please, James. I think I need a hug. Please come over." 

That's all James needed. "Oh, you're definitely getting one." He swung off the bed and pressed the phone between his ear and shoulder, opening his closet quickly. "Brother bear Jimbo is on his way." 

There was a soft laugh, a sniffle, then a fond mumble from Tommy. "Hurry up then, I'm James-less and sad." 

James snorted despite himself, yanking on a hoodie and grabbing his shoes from the closet. "I'll be as quick as I can, hang tight, little Raccoon." 

"Not a raccoon, bitch." Tommy huffed, his mirth hidden in the small exhale. "...Thank you." 

James wilted at the subdued tone. He grabbed his keys and made for the door, blatantly ignoring his pyjamas that were about to be judged by Brighton. People could shove their opinions. Otto looked up curiously as James rushed past the couch, a quiet meow drawing from the cat as his owner left the house at two am. Quite odd by the feline's standards but who was he to judge?

"I'd be there for you anytime, bud," James murmured, locking the door behind him and setting off briskly towards Tommy's apartment. "See you soon." 

James practically sprinted up the stairwell, the elevator busted much to his annoyance. He stumbled on the rough carpet more than once, hissing curses about the crummy building. They really needed to convince Tommy to move, this place was a nightmare. Finally reaching the story Tommy was on, James wheezed for breath and took a second in front of the door to compose himself. Just as he was starting to breathe normally and raising a hand to knock, the front door creaked open, a pair of blue eyes and a mop of golden hair just seen through the crack of the entrance. 

James opened his mouth to greet him. "Tommy-"

"Oh, jesus James-" 

The door was flung open and James suddenly had an armful of Tommyinnit burrowed into him. A choked sob wrenched from his throat, a series of stuttering cries following. James was fast to encircle the kid in his arms, shuffling into the apartment and kicking the door closed behind them. Tommy barely reacted, face pressed into the man's thick hoodie and clenching the fabric in shaking hands. 

"Easy buddy, easy, just breathe alright? I got you, I promise."

Tommy nodded into his shoulder, and it then hit James that Tommy's whole body was trembling, as if he'd collapse at any moment. 

"Oh Tom... uh, okay, hang on." 

In a smooth motion, James hoisted Tommy up into his arms, grateful for his workouts that he was able to lift his friends as easily as he could. Cause why would you want muscles to look good when you can have muscles to hold the homies? 

James shifted them onto the couch, keeping Tommy in his arms as he sat down. Tommy's hiccuping cries seemed to ease a tad upon them settling, now secured in a steady hold. 

There was a quiet sigh from James as he dropped his chin on top of the boy's curly mop. "So..." His voice was soft enough to not shatter the serenity, but loud enough to be heard. "What do I have to fight that made you so distraught?"

Tommy huffed a small laugh, but it sounded so sad. "Twitter."

James could already hear Wilbur's lecture. "Tommy…"

"I know. I know it was stupid to go on there, but I couldn't help it. I thought people would enjoy the content we did together but…" Tommy's voice trailed off. 

Right. Self worth and anxiety issues it seemed. James nudged his head. "Lay it on me, big guy. What was it they said?" 

Tommy shifted nervously and squeezed the fabric of James's hoodie. "They said I was ruining your chances of being an independent streamer cause I was being so obnoxious. ...I just want to know what I did wrong during our stream. Everyone seemed to hate it."

Those bastards. 

James seethed internally, wishing he had the power to find the people who were this toxic and squish them like bugs. That would be satisfying as hell. 

“Guess my brain was still locked onto the comments cause I had a dream about it…” Tommy trailed off, playing with the fabric of the large hoodie had on. One of Ranboo’s by the looks of it, that thieving little raccoon. Seeing as the kid wasn’t going to talk anymore, James hugged him a bit tighter and let out a deep hum.

“The people that complained don’t know good content when they see it,” he murmured. “You made the stream funnier Tommy, and if anything you brought a lot of your audience in to see it. The douchebags on Twitter saying that you’re ruining my chances? They’re dead wrong. Your community seems to make a habit of getting into parasocial relationships with streamers, and if they want to join me into that circle then I’m happy with that.”

“But I saw the chat, some people genuinely wanted me gone, what if I ruined-”

“You didn’t ruin anything,” James cut across him immediately. “I was happy you were there, and the people that actually enjoy our content would’ve found it as entertaining as I did. The ones that hated it don’t give a shit about either of us, they exist only to be a nuisance.” James gently prodded the side of Tommy’s head, getting him to look up at the older man.

“You get what I’m trying to say, Simons?”

Tommy digested that, then swallowed to give his throat a break from the dryness, finally nodding quietly. 

There was another prod to his temple, this time a little more pointed. “Hey, I want to hear you say that you understand. Say; ‘I get it James, you wonderful human being, thank you for blessing me with this knowledge’.” James had a gentle smile on his face, hoping to get the boy to rise from his slump and smile back.

Tommy battered away the finger and huffed, a small curl to his lips. “I’m not saying that.”

“And why not?”

“It’s dumb.”

“No it isn’t, I just imparted some wisdom onto you, I expect a proper thank you for it.”

The kid was obviously feeling a bit better as he snarked lightly, “Pretty shit wisdom, old man.”

“Old man-?” James spluttered incredulously, internally cheering that Tommy was perking up again.” I’m twenty five you gangly fuck.”

Tommy’s lips had lifted more into a playful expression. “Really? Your hairline says otherwise.”

James gaped at the kid then used the flat of his palm to push Tommy’s hair away from his forehead, earning an alarmed outcry from the boy. “My hairline? Have you looked in the mirror lately?”

Tommy was struggling against him now, the once comfortable hug turned into a trap. “Oh fuck off, James, get off me-” 

“You’re the one sitting in my lap, bucko,” James chuckled, but then suddenly screwed up his face as he brought Tommy’s head closer to him, analysing something critically. “Fuck,” he eventually huffed in bemusement. “It’s actually no wonder people call you and Wilbur brothers, you’ve both got shit hairlines.”

“Would you just-” Tommy elbowed James in the chest as he tried to wriggle free, a grunt emitting from the older man.

“Oi! Apologise for that you asshole.”

Tommy scoffed. “First you want a thank you, then you want an apology, I’m not a charity James.” 

Oh that little shit.

Fine then, if that’s how he wanted to play, so be it. Poke the bear, get the claws.

James growled in the back of his throat and then before Tommy could blink, he’d been flipped onto the couch, lying on his back with his head sitting beside James’ leg. James had his wrists in one hand with both arms laid back over his legs. “I’m expecting a thank you, an apology, and a compliment now, Tommy.”

Tommy yanked at his arms, grinning up at James. “Oh, get fucked,” he goaded, attempting a push up to achieve freedom, though due to his Gamer Body™ it didn’t work in his favour. 

“Go on, say all three, Tom,” egged on James, lifting the hand not holding Tommy’s wrists to hover over the boy’s armpit. The effect of the action was instantaneous. 

Tommy shrank back into the couch cushions, an involuntary nervous grin fully lifting his mouth as he yanked at his hands again. “No, don’t you dare- James, I’m fucking warning you-” he spluttered fruitlessly. 

The raven haired streamer chuckled. “Thanks for the heads up, loser.” James fingers jumped down to scratch quickly at the teenager’s underarm, eliciting a bout of shrieking laughter from the boy. 

“JAHAmes! YoHOU ahAHAhass!”

“Welp, that insult just added another compliment to the counter,” James tutted, “That’s four things you have to say to me now.”

“FuhHUHuhuck ohohohoff!”

“Five.”

Tommy squirmed and kicked into the couch cushions with an annoyed, desperate whine. “Yohou suhuck!”

“Six. You’re really not getting the idea of this are you, Tommy?”

James clawed hand scribbled down to pinch and wriggle amongst Tommy’s ribs, taking special care to spider over the sensitive bones on Tommy’s back that made him curl into a ball and squeal like a toddler. 

“JAHAHAMES! FUHUHUHUCK!”

James sighed like a tired parent, rolling his eyes in fake exasperation. “Tommy, I’ve given you the way out, you’re just running in circles and not finding the exit.” As he spoke he started to creep his fingers lower along the boy’s side, the tip of his nails just stretching the edge of Tommy’s abdomen. 

“NO-!”

Just as Tommy screeched out the plea, James’ hand swept back up to his top right ribs, using his thumb, index and middle fingers to clamp around the boy’s torso and squeeze at the sensitive area. “Something wrong?” He asked calmly.

“D-Dohohohon’t dohoho thahat!” Tommy gasped, giggling madly as he squirmed away from the tingling sensations.

“Don’t do what? I’m just tickling you buddy,” James arched a brow, slowly wriggling his fingers down the boy’s rib cage again. 

“Nononononohohoho- nohoHOT AGAIN-”

Jame’s hand had gotten dangerously close to his stomach again, yet the wiggling digits simply jumped back to his ribs, this time his left side to catch the boy off guard.

“JAHAHAMES!” Tommy cried out, giggling hysterically with pent up anticipation and nerves. 

The man was struggling not to crack and break into laughter himself, the kid was endearing, he couldn’t help the fond warmth bubbling in his chest. “Yeah Tommy?” He probed with a wolfish grin, “you seem a bit keyed up there.”

“I-Ihihihi- Ihihi’ll kihihihill-” Tommy spluttered, giving up on speaking and succumbing to the bouncing giggles tumbling out of him, bringing his knees to his stomach in a weak attempt to protect any spot he could. 

“You’ll kill? That’s not very nice, Tommy, you shouldn’t kill anybody.” He couldn’t resist poking some fun, the kid was a mess of laughter and wheezing from the barrage of tickles. Though, hearing the teenager struggling to breathe, he eased up a bit, resorting to simply tapping his fingers against Tommy’s sides.

“Well? Ready to give me my thank you, apology and four compliments?” He asked, grinning something akin to the Cheshire cat.

Tommy narrowed his eyes through the mirthful tears that had budded at the edges. “I-I hahate yohou soho muhuhuch,” he promised through lingering titters.

James frowned. “Seven,” he said like it was a dire court decision, then his hands leapt to scribble ruthlessly at Tommy’s stomach. 

The tickle attack was kept up for a lot longer than James expected. He’d presumed for it to end in under two minutes due to Tommy’s sensitivity and inability to handle the sensations for long. He was pleasantly surprised when Tommy held out for at least ten minutes before calling it, finally giving James the required sacrifices to grant him his freedom - though within those ten minutes the payment had gone up to a thank you, an apology and eight compliments, and James didn’t make it easy for the boy either, wrecking him throughout.

He’d only been so mean because he suspected the reason Tommy didn’t call uncle sooner was that he needed the time to simply laugh and let the lingering anxiety go. Honestly, he needed to get the kid to uninstall the godforsaken app for a while, it wasn’t doing his mental health any favours. 

When James had ceased entirely, he dropped Tommy’s wrists and rested a hand on his blonde hair. The teenager crossed his freed limbs over his torso lethargically and leaned up into the gentle palm, eyelids already fluttering closed from exhaustion.

He sighed, blissfully content. “Thank you, James.” 

The soft murmur made the man melt, but he cracked a joke to cover it.“For what? Torturing you? Not a problem.”

Tommy huffed a little laugh, nudging against the man’s palm like a cat. “No, for coming over. Feel better now, lighter, it’s nice.”

Fuck this kid was destroying his heart.

“Not an issue bud,” James smiled, ruffling the golden hair gently. “Do it again in a heartbeat.”

Tommy cracked an eye open to look at James and blinked in confusion. “...Wait, are those tears in your eyes? James are you cry-” James dropped his hand over Tommy’s face and pushed it against his legs, ignoring the muffled cry of indignation from the teenager. “Dust got in them, don’t worry about it.”

[gamblins]

knowing your partner can potentially make writing together a lot easier !

– BASICS.

NAME: autumn

PRONOUNS: they/them but any is fine

SEXUALITY: pansexual ?

TAKEN OR SINGLE: single

– THREE FACTS.

~ i have a very LOUD bird named hiccup he hates my guts but he is just a funky little guys

~ i own two ferrets they are everything to me! one is named yue and one is azula. my whole camera roll is just them being cute little rats!

~ I cosplay! i have been cosplaying for YEARS tho ive been taking a long break. im slowly going back into it. hazbin is giving me inspo to do it again and YES im being dragged to cosplay charlie with zestial(rory) as my father lucifer :) very excited

— EXPERIENCE.

HOW LONG (MONTHS / YEARS?): def about eleven years

PLATFORMS YOU’VE USED: i used kik , instagram , skype , twitter , discord , jcink & tumblr.

BEST EXPERIENCE: so far tumblr and this community as been amazing ! i had a lot of experience and this one is by far my favorite <3. its giving me the reason to love rping again

– MUSE PREFERENCES.

FEMALE OR MALE: . i am a mix usually i lean towards masc. but i do like my fair share of fem

FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT: i enjoy fluff and angst ! i do like angst to an extent as long as it gets resolved ! cause i cry so hard with angst (zestials knows this first hand! they have made ME SOB over good ass angst.) smut i do enjoy as long as the other enjoys it as well i am good to write it out as long as we have an idea of were it would go!

PLOTS OR MEMES: both! i do like memes and plotting out things are great as well! cause it give more flavor and that spark!

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: i do a mix of both! i can do long once and match other threads so i usually match my partners or i tend to go overboard and write long threads when the muse it right.

BEST TIME TO WRITE: . i usually write best when the muse hits but usually at nights or midmorning were i wake up from my slumber ! and usually listen to music and vibe when writing.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): i love playing fun and crazy characters and grumpy characters too!! so so id say yes!

TAGGED BY: @chthonicrage , @spiderslvts TAGGING: @hellsbroadcaster @origiinis @k1zty @televanghell and anyone who wants to do it!

[radioinactivity]

Your ZenosWol art makes me go feral in the best of ways. Do you have any lore you've made up for your WoL that hasn't been shown in one of your comics yet?

sob sob thank u so much i'm glad people like my blorbo and all of her capital P Problems. as for additional Retica lore, other than her family, her legs, and her everything with Zenos... 1. Her actual specific combat style is Garlean Lancer that's been influenced by Ishgardian Dragoon techniques over the years. But Garlean Lancers are their own breed of crazy, an extremely aggro and physical form of spear combat that usually involves some kind of gunhalberd (see: Nael van Darnus's Bradamante). You're just as likely to be kicked in the teeth or shoulder checked across the room by a Garlean lancer as you are run through by a spear. It takes a very specific kind of lunatic to become one because the training is grueling and the techniques are hard on the body - a lot of flinging yourself into the lion's maw that means people generally wash out of it. Retica is an exceptionally talented Lancer... which made going to Eorzea and pretending to be a starry eyed adventurer in the lancer's guild in Gridania very funny and very awkward lol. 2. She is nine times rejoined. The memoriate crystal in the Lunar Subterrane held Golbez's memories, ether, and essence... So at the end, all of that was folded into herself. 3. It's been mentioned in passing here and on twitter (I am also @radioinactivity there btdubs) but the Azem Memory Crystal was a poison pill that not even Emet-Selch was aware of. Azem's magic was a weird and special beast that involved "tying" her destiny to the people that swore their friendship and loyalty to her - which in turn allowed them to be summoned by her essentially plucking that thread of magic woven between them. When she was Sundered, those threads remained - equally sundered across the Shards, giving any wielder of the memory crystal a functionally infinite number of souls to call upon. The drawback is that every time those threads are plucked, a little more of Azem's aether flows back into the summoner. Retica, being eight times rejoined, is already Pretty Azem By Volume. So there's a contamination effect happening, where more of herself is being supplanted by Azem. All it would take to stop it is simply not using the crystal and hucking it into the nearest ocean... But that would mean she wouldn't have the ability to surmount the insurmountable anymore, she'd essentially stop being the Warrior of Light, and she can't accept that. She wants to help people, she wants to put some good into the world. She's TRIED to do it without the Crystal -- she 1v1'd Rubicante and it almost killed her. So she's still using it and hunting for a way to halt any additional contamination, accepting that she can't undo the damage that's already been done. I'm toying with the idea, if 7.0 lends itself to it, that Dawntrail is about that for Retica - going to the new world in search of a way to fix this. lol i could probably keep going but that's enough for now i think

[beedaydreams]

Hi!! For WIP thing, what would "Xicheng Dream Bunny" and “But there was no love in him” be about? Very curious!! 🤔🤔

owo!!! i'm flattered you are curious about my little wips, thankyou☺️

dream bunny is my twitter thread which i havent updated in over a year sob sob (i will pick it back up some day!! just other thread has ny priority right now). its a story about modern jc finding an abandoned bunny in the street and adopting it... the bunny turns out to be a handsome man who cuddles him in his sleep (...and more👀💦) but jc is utterly unaware~

but there was no love in him is a draft i made out of spite when the jc antis took a book quote like that and twisted it out of context to make jc a bad person bc he didnt pick up a-yuan... so i want to make a story where a-yuan is jc's son who was born of r*pe (i know stories like that existed i just want to put my spin i guess)

[criminalmindsgonewrong]

watching The Tigger Movie with faby:

me: "why is he so little? pigs are huge?" faby: "HE'S A LET. A PIG. LET."

"OMG i get it! KANGA ROO! i never put it together until now"

"tigger is my favourite he's so bouncy and so excited to live"

"now this motherfucker is annoying" (about rabbit)

"nah he ate with this technique" (about tigger's bouncing)

"(kanga) is such a milf"

"i would be that motherfucker (piglet) in this world. that's how short i am"

"you guys are so mean to tigger"

(about owl) "it's giving rossi"

*tigger puts 100 ice cubes into his tea* "me in england for the first time"

"here's the thing though. if they're all tiggers, what's his name? it's like if my name was human."

"he literally fucking steals from the bees what a fucking capitalist"

"why didn't they sting him ok plot armour"

"i wish my bed was hexagonal"

"oh he has seasonal depression maybe i should send him the twitter thread"

"omg this cured my depression."

***imagine everything from this point onwards through tears***

"omg he made a cake. he's so excited"

"i hate this movie"

"okay shakespeare"

"they're dressed like tiggers and you're looking at stuffed animals?"

"stop i literally cannot watch this."

"who came up with this plot i just wanna talk"

"no there's a storm don't go outside!"

tigger: "ttfe. tata for ever" faby, through tears: "noooo not forever forever is one word bestie"

pooh: "poor tigger all alone in the cold" faby: "and you guys aren't even fucking looking for him he could be fucking dying of frostbite"

"why is the child the only one doing anything he's literally three years old"

"why did you make me watch this"

"why are you staring at me? because i'm crying?"

"can you tell i have family issues"

"i love how he thinks families live in a tree, like a family tree. that's so cute"

*fully sobbing* "no he's crying. no. i'm gonna kill myself"

"where is roos mom? she's never there. she lets him go off and do things like be in an avalanche by himself. i love how all of them just let him go..."

"bouncing besties"

"ok slay obstacle course. 10/10"

"omg my head hurts from all of the crying"

"as if he could die he's a stuffed animal"

tigger: "you fellas are my family?" faby: "yes bitch thats the whole point of the movie"

*about roo* "he wants a gift too bitch (tigger) like where is his gift"

"ITS THE LOCKET I KNEW IT"

"no i cant watch the credits i cant"

"that was emotionally exhausting but in a good way. in a fulfilling way"

cry count: it was pretty constant tbh x

@lil-koala i love you <3

[spencerlouis]

heyy :)

could you maybe write something about this typical scenario where louis discovers the "tommo tummy" tag on twitter and gets a little insecure? preferably larry

Louis was scrolling on twitter when a tag caught his eyes

#tommotummy

Louis furrowed his brows, tommo tummy? He clicked on the tag and read the first tweet that popped up. 

‘Louis’ tummy looked so cute and chubby today,’ it read. Attached was a photo that made Louis blush, it was from an interview they had done earlier that day. In it Louis wore a button up shirt, he cringed as he noticed his stomach was straining against the buttons. 

Louis looked down at his belly, in the position he was in it made it look even bigger. He placed a hand on his tummy and gave it a squeeze, feeling how tubby and soft it had become. Louis had always been a little heavier than the other boys, nothing too noticeable, but he had thick thighs and a tiny tummy. Louis glared at his pudge, it wasn’t so tiny anymore, was it? He thought.

He clicked on another tweet that popped up,

‘Louis’ tummy getting bigger, a thread.’ Louis scrolled through the pictures flushing as the pictures showed a small tummy turn into a pot belly. Against his better judgment he scrolled to the replies. A lot of them were saying how cute it was and fawning over him and his belly, but then one response caught his eye. 

‘I don’t want to be rude, but He’s kind of getting fat though?’ 

Louis blinked back tears, he couldn’t deny it. Over the past little while he had been gaining weight, having to go up a few sizes. He was hoping no one noticed, but the fans clearly had. A horrifying thought crossed his mind, if they had noticed surely Harry had as well?

He felt as though his heart had stopped. If Harry noticed, it would only be a matter of time before he left him for someone else. Someone thinner and more attractive. Tears welled up in Louis’ eyes but he quickly wiped them away. He would just have to go on a diet and lose the weight he had gained, then he’ll be good enough for Harry. 

Over the next few days Louis tried not to eat so much, but it was hard when Harry always made him dinner and baked him treats. Harry was just such a good cook, Louis couldn’t resist eating the food he made. Guilt flooded him whenever he would bring one of the pastry’s to his lips, but he couldn't help himself. 

Louis hadn’t lost any weight and only grew more self conscious of his body. He hated when he would sit down and his tummy would pudge out and his thighs would splay out on the chair. He would feel even worse when Harry would sit beside him and he would see how thick his thighs were compared to Harry's.

Louis would check the tommo tummy tag everyday, seeing new photos of himself and reading all the comments, but paying extra attention to the rude ones. As he once again checked the tag he saw a photo of himself kept popping up, it was from a few days ago. The boys were doing an interview and Louis had felt extra chubby in the tighter shirt he was wearing and kept trying to hide his stomach with his arms. 

‘He looks so insecure :(‘ one tweet read. But what Louis focused on was one of the replies to the tweet. 

‘Well, with a belly like that, he should be.’ 

Louis bit his lip as he felt tears well up in his eyes. He tried to ignore the way he could feel his tummy pudging out from how he sat on the bed. He felt so disgusting and fat. He slowly turned to nuzzle his face into his pillow and quietly sobbed. 

~

Louis was so caught up in his thoughts of self-hatred that he didn’t register the door opening or the footsteps making their way over to the bed. 

“Louis?” Harry’s concerned voice startled Louis and he quickly moved to wipe his tears away. 

“Harry, you’re home,” He forced a smile, but the tears were still visible in his eyes. 

“Lou, what’s wrong?” Harry asked, studying Louis with concern in his eyes. 

“No-nothing,” Louis stammered, “I’m fine.” He couldn’t let Harry know what was wrong, Louis was supposed to be strong and care-free not getting upset over his weight gain, that was his fault anyway. 

“If you were fine you wouldn’t be crying,” Harry pointed out. He reached his hand out and began to rub Louis’ cheek reassuringly. He softly smiled as his hand gilded under his boyfriend's chin, feeling the soft chub there. He tilted Louis’ head up to look at him. 

“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong now?” Harry questioned. 

Louis blinked at him, sadness shining in his eyes before finally opening his mouth to explain. 

“I just… haven’t been feeling good about,” Louis looked down and gestured to his body, “this.” 

Harry’s eyebrows furrowed, “what… what do you mean.” he softly took Louis’ hand in his.

Louis looked away, squeezing his eyes shut to stop anymore tears from falling, “I’ve gained so much weight, Harry. I’m fat.” Louis’ cheeks tinted pink as he finally allowed himself to let out a sob. 

“Louis,” Harry took his boyfriend in his arms, “I don’t care how much you weigh!” 

Louis squirmed as Harry pulled him on top of him, worried about squishing him, but gave up when Harry didn’t let him go, “but I'm fat.”

“So?” Harry asked, running his hands along Louis’ soft sides. 

Louis huffed in frustration, “you don’t have to lie to me, surely you would rather have a fit boyfriend than a chubby, overweight one.” 

Harry’s eyes softened as he sadly but lovingly stared at Louis, “no I wouldn’t. I’m in love with you. Which means I love your body. Even with a squishy tummy and soft sides,” Harry said, giving his stomach a squeeze. “And to be honest,” Harry leaned close to his ear and whispered, “I really like having a bigger body to hold onto and cuddle.” 

Louis blushed, “are you sure?” he hesitantly asked.��

Harry just chuckled and nodded, “of course I am. Who would ever say no to having your beautiful body beside them.” 

If anyone wants to send me chubby Louis Tomlinson or chubby Spencer Reid concepts, ideas, or requests you can. The only thing I don’t want is anything with full on s3x and outright f33derism. Any ship is fine as well.

[twinzel]

it’s safe to say that jackie is spiralling towards rock bottom,  though she’s not sure just how many more pieces she’s capable of fracturing into once she gets there.  she feels like she’s been picking up parts of herself for the past several years now,  held together with duct tape and glue.  it started with a comment one of her coworkers made a week and a half ago.  you know you have joker’s eyes, right?  she hasn’t been able to look in a mirror since -- every time she does,  all she can see is the face of the man who tormented her mother until she broke. sure are a lot of shattered women in this family,  huh?  

one singular comment sparked an obsession that jackie hasn’t been able to let go of,  hardly sleeping between shifts.  she’s read every news article && phd dissertation she can find about her mother’s relationship with the joker.  there’s a timeline tacked to her wall made up of newspaper clippings,  twitter threads,  and quickly scrawled notes ( sharpie on paint. ) she’s even found the old forum posts about harley’s disappearance that used to keep harley up at night. 

it’s getting harder and harder to ignore the obvious.  harleen quinzel was spotted moving out of wayne tower,  suggesting an end to her relationship with bruce wayne.  two days later,  someone snapped a picture of her at joker’s club.  roughly eight months after that,  jackie & bryce were born. 

jackie can’t look at harley right now.  she’s been avoiding family dinners for the past three days,  pretending to be at work while she’s actually crying in her room.  she knows she’ll only be able to get away with it for so much longer;  her parents always know when something is wrong.  when she hears @vespertllio​‘s footsteps outside her door,  followed by his soft knock,  she’s not surprised. 

“ come in, ”  she says,  laying upside down in her bed,  head hanging off the edge.  she used to do it all the time when she was a kid,  insisting that the increased blood flow helped her think.  now,  it just kind of makes her dizzy.  she hasn’t bothered to hide the timeline on the wall.  it’s easier if he sees it,  so she doesn’t have to say any of these words out loud. 

jackie sits up,  watching bruce anxiously as he takes in the timeline.   she starts to cry as she does,  the little sobs she makes when she’s trying to hold it together. “ daddy-- ” the last time she called him that,  she was sixteen years old and was calling to tell him she’d just accidentally crashed his car into gotham national bank “ -- i don’t want it to be true. ”

[krystalevette]

(this ended up being a lot longer than i had anticipated, but here we are)

for a while now, i’ve wanted to talk about how ethel cain has impacted my life. considering i made this account to keep up with hayden, i feel like this is the best place to tell my story when it comes to discovering her music and how it resonates with me. i’m not really expecting anyone to read this, i just want it to exist outside of the walls of my mind.

i’m going to talk about some potentially triggering topics, but if you’re familiar with hayden’s music what i'm going to be talking about is the same subject matter. however, it’ll be my story and how i connect with the music. plus, i’m autistic and kind of want to go on and on about her music and i’m too shy to go down rabbit holes with people in my life. so, a tumblr post it is.

i guess i’ll start by talking about where i was in life when i first heard preacher’s daughter. i was deep in the healing process when it came to childhood trauma, but my main dragon to slay was a man who had came into my life like a hurricane. i’ll go into more depth once i go more in depth when i get to the music. but, as a short summary introduction, i met a man who had schizophrenia, homocidal thoughts as well as cannibalistic ideation. i’m sure you can see where this is going.

looking back, i followed hayden on instagram in (i’m guessing late) 2022, but i first listened to preacher’s daughter in march of this year. i was staying at my friends’ house and i had stumbled on a twitter thread talking in depth about the album and i was immediately intrigued. so, i decided on the hour long drive back from their house, i would listen to the album. granted, i wish i had sat down with the lyrics and was able to fully immerse myself in the story. i remember saying to my friends as a joke “i’m going to listen to an album by a trans woman talking about religious trauma. so if i crash my car from sobbing, it’s been real”.

once the album and the drive started, i knew that this was going to be something special. as i was behind the wheel, i couldn’t read lyrics and to a degree hear all of them. but, it was the feeling i got listening to the songs that made me realize as soon as i got home, i needed to listen again with lyrics. at this point, i still was unaware of the lore or the actual story of the album. but, as time went on and i kept listening, i started processing what she was saying. and once i did, i became fully engrossed in the story.

when it comes to the religious aspect, as a trans woman, being dragged to church as a child took its tole on me as i began paying attention to what was being said. i had just begun exploring the idea of being attracted to men. and once i was outed as gay, i felt free enough to start experimenting with feminine clothing. and it all just kind of fell into place after that. other than my dad and step mom, my family weren’t accepting and as a minor i was restricted in some aspects when it came to my gender expression. once my dad and step mom dipped out of my life when i turned 17, i was stuck with the restrictions. once i turned 18, i was more free to explore. my immediate family on my mom’s side was religious, my mom being the most religious. fast forwarding a bit, now that i've been on hormones for three and a half years, gotten a breast augmentation as well as bottom surgery, my relationship with my mom has been a little rocky, but she still loves me in her own way. and though she’s not able to be there for me on an acceptance level, she shows her love in other ways. and i’m grateful to still have her in my life. i know some trans people aren’t as lucky.

when it comes to the childhood sa, i had a lingering suspicion as well as every therapist i met telling me i was repressing a type of childhood trauma. and though i didn’t know what it was, i knew in my gut that they were right. last year, through trauma therapy, i uncovered that i was molested by my uncle before the age of four. i don’t know too much about it because once things with the guy i had mentioned previously had a horrible ending, the focus of the sessions shifted to healing from that.

now, as for that man, i found myself extremely drawn to him. we met in the psych ward (red flag number one) and we developed a close bond quite quickly. he had always been extremely open with me about his homocidal thoughts and cannibalistic urges. he would send me extremely graphic messages about his thoughts and fantasies. i was one of the only people who didn’t show fear when it came to them. and in a twisted way, us being close and him being somewhat protective over me made me feel safe. like if anyone were to hurt me, he would “take care of it”. it got to a point where i would basically be his crisis hotline and almost daily i had to talk him down from snapping and acting on his urges. i’ve talked him down from driving to people’s houses with guns in his front seat. as we got closer, he preyed on my vulnerabilities. i was a virgin at the time, he changed that and then never touched me again. my guess it was a level of control he wanted over me.

i unfortunately let him move into my one bedroom apartment and he had his bed and belongings in my living room. facing his constant neglect made me feel a level of lonely that caused me to spiral and develop a sex addiction. whenever he would hurt me emotionally, i would go meet up with a random guy. he eventually left my life, but stayed in my town. he still lives here. and somehow i’m supposed to watch out and he better not see me in public when he’s in my town. and if i didn’t have the amount of tattoos i have, i very well could have ended up his first victim and his first taste of flesh.

i’m sure you can put the pieces together of where i relate when it comes to certain songs. the heartache of religion feeling like somewhat of an enemy, songs like the two family trees and sun bleached flies spoke to me. when it came to my childhood sa, hard times was there. and when it came to this man, strangers was obviously very poignant. however, the idea that i could have easily ended up meeting the same fate as ethel made ptolemaea, august underground and televangelism as well as strangers run deep. and when it comes to my sex addiction with men who didn’t give a fuck about me, i felt like gibson girl spoke to me on that level. i was constantly intoxicated and in sexual situations, feeling like i was pimping myself out (though i wasn’t getting paid).

when it comes to thoroughfare, i feel like it encapsulates meeting him and feeling like everything was going to be okay, that he was different. and being further in my healing process at the time, a house in nebraska and western nights was a testament to how though he took everything from me and drained me of my strength and will to survive, i still loved him. in particular, in a house in nebraska, the lyric about his mother calling and asking if i'm doing fine when i’d kill myself to hold him one more time. and in western nights, the lyric about saying i was never going to leave him even if he lost what was left of his mind. this album felt like an album that was a biography of my life without me writing it. it’s how i could have ended up.

as time went on, i started diving into the rest of her discography and found comfort in finally finding an artist who not only encapsulated how dark my mind can get, but i related to on such a deep level. as time went on, my fixation with the lore and with the music grew stronger and stronger. in late september, i had bottom surgery. a week and a half after was hayden’s pittsburgh show. i was determined to hear these songs live because with her concepts being so intricate, i didn’t know if she would perform them moving forward. i didn’t ask my doctors, i stopped the painkillers as soon as i was home and i risked my health to see this show. it being sold out, i was fully prepared to sit outside just to hear the music. but, the day of the show, i managed to get a ticket. i cried when that happened.

experiencing these songs live and feeling them radiate around me was one of the most special things i have ever experienced. not to mention, the event was beautiful with the trees lit up in different colors, it being in the middle of a park (literally on top of the bricks on the ground i'm the stage being like a small tent. it felt intimate in the sense that i wasn’t worthy of being there. when it comes to my health, i was doing a lot better than i had expected at that point and made sure to take the most safety precautions i was able to. i sat in the handicap section, had my donut pillow and tylenol and ibuprofen in hand. i had no medical complications and ended up being fine the entire show.

if anyone has read this, i appreciate you for listening to me go on and on about hayden. and if by some miracle hayden sees this, thank you for your art. i know it resonates with so many, but i don’t think i would have made it this year to experience the blessing of my surgeries without your music there during my healing. your music truly saved me and is still a lifeline to me whenever i’m struggling. i can’t wait for the b-sides / new ep as well as the novel.

but, until then, i hold the songs we have close to my chest. there’s a magic to the story and narrative of ethel cain that is extremely rare and i truly believe that it is the greatest album of all time and that thoroughfare is one of the best songs ever written. the story telling is insane.

[alexiososp]

bunny’s young family kaisoo sns au

I am Alexio Sospranio and you’re listening to the kaisoo fic podcast. 

This episode is slightly different because we will be going through an SNS au that is posted on twitter. Now for those who are not aware, SNS basically means Social Networking Service. In this day and age where we are chronically on our phones on twitter with memes and reaction pics saved, what would a universe look like if our exo members were in a universe whose main point of communication is twitter? Unlike ao3 fics which are text based, SNS au’s content itself follows the format of… twitter basically. There are comments which a character can tweet, and its followers are able to respond as a quote or in the thread. Alongside with that are the twitter DMs and iMessage. Occasionally, as with life, not everything can be through Twitter or message, so usually to give more context or for physical human interactions with dialogue and narration, sns au authors will post screenshots of their notes or docs for it.

Now for the SNS au we will be looking at today is, bunny, or @/meokmooi double ‘o’ on Twitter.

In this SNS au, kaisoo are in an established relationship, happily married. One or two hiccups along the way but nothing that tips the boat over, or ship for that matter. 

Introducing a bit on the author: 

Bunny has been in this fandom since 2015, that's about 10 years. The pull factor that got her into this fandom was (baekhyun) when she saw a gif on him on tumblr throwing a bottle accidentally at his face LMAO) but became a minseok/luhan stan when she properly got into exo. Then the second time she saw exo was at the 2016 EXO'rdium concert. Bunny was in the standing area and kyungsoo was externally close to her 😭 and pretty much entered the concert as a minseok stan and left a kyungsoo stan. Bunny is currently into (exo, kaisoo, dogs). 

I have my beta Dudu with me today, 

Hello

and she will be taking the persona of Bunny. I asked our author of the day some questions prior to this session and this is what she had to say.

I note you mostly write parents kaisoo or lactating Kyungsoo, and the ongoing one you’re doing now is no different, which is perfectly fine. But my question is what about kaisoo in real life inspired you to have this SNS au, if any?

First of all I’m astounded to be known as someone who mostly writes lactating kyungsoo 🤣🤣

Haha, of course! You have like 4 different aus with lactating Kyungsoo.

I think what inspired me about kaisoo was mostly how clingy and childlike Jongin is with Kyungsoo, and how Kyungsoo in turn tends to mother him a little. Kyungsoo is naturally domestic and cares for his members and everyone around him. Seeing the video of when kaisoo had a cooking competition and Kyungsoo won, his cheeky expression towards the latter made me laugh- they bicker like an old married couple. 

Indeed they bicker like an old married couple! Really love that cooking competition and it really sets butterflies in MY stomach… i can't imagine what it does to kaisoo in real life!

Now, bunny, —

The premise of this fic started off with Kyungsoo complaining about how Haesoo looks like Jongin when it was him who carried their baby. And of how we slowly get an in on how there was this bitch who wanted to steal Jongin from Kyungsoo and that taps onto Kyungsoo’s insecurities, which, thank kaisoo, Jongin eased Kyungsoo’s worries and I quote: 

Kyungsoo sobs, his face flushed from embarrassment. "I'm not your petite little sweetheart anymore"

"I know you don't feel it, but to me, your postpartum body is my favourite. It's sexy as hell. I love your stomach because that's where our babies grew so healthy and safe."

This moment… this intimate moment where one had just barred his heart vulnerably to show his insecurities… and then the other consoling him… it just sets the bar up so high. Like in real life, i know of married men who would go on dating apps to fuck bitches just because their wives are too loose from giving birth to their child? Which is honestly the most messed up way of thinking. But with kaisoo in this au, true love in real life is not entirely lost…

I follow this account where she would post up fiction related posts like talking about fanfic tropes, relationship dynamics and ao3 tags. And in one of her posts, read this and i quote: There’s something profoundly comforting about reading stories where characters who are struggling are deeply loved by someone who isn’t scared of their flaws. Even if it’s fiction, it exists in someone’s mind, in their heart, which means it’s not impossible to find in real life.

As much as it sucks knowing that men in real life want to only fuck tight bitches, so sick, i have faith in love because Jongin here sets the standard… but thinking about it again, this, the act of consoling your partner and affirming their qualities, quite frankly should be the minimum a person does to show love to the other… damn… if i get married some day to a person belonging to the male species… if they are not like Jongin i want out, OUT i say. But that’s just me…

Bunny, what do you think?

I feel like Jongin was literally written by a woman. I can’t fault anything bad about him   . I can’t fault anything bad about him (except his questionable taste in shoes) 

I don’t have any desire to marry and have kids because of many reasons, but if I ever did it would be someone like kaisoo 🥲 i haven’t dated since getting into exo because they have highered my standards too much 😂

Honestly, that’s perfectly understandable. Especially now in this day and age… phew getting married and having children will be a huge struggle. 

Bunny, do you write kaisoo here, more specifically Jongin, to be someone who really shows how loving someone should be? Do you see any reflection of your own life in this sns au you have written? Be it the plot or the characters? You don't need to go into intimate detail, maybe just a snippet of what inspired you in real life to write this fic.

I think I write him in a way I wish more men would be. I’ve had toxic relationships and part of my perspective with Jongin is my dream guy. I’ve not been with someone who is so loving like him, I’m probably delusional in hoping there is someone out there just like him though.

Aw that’s kinda sweet tho? You write Jongin as a projection of how you want your dream guy to be! Let’s manifest that! I hope you get someone like Jongin.

My next question is what was your favourite part of piecing up a story like in this kaisoo family sns au? 

Writing about stuff that not many writers write about (*ahem* ��� ) and also kinda playing out my own little fantasy of them 😂

What was the most challenging part of writing this particular AU? 

writing smut and conversations 🥲

Was this the original idea you had in mind when you first drafted the fic? How much has the story grown or changed while writing?

Not really, It was just going to be a one shot but here we are… 😂

Yea! And i am aware you started off this SNS au in October last year, 2023 and initially wanted it to be just a one tweet post, I mean this in the best way possible, but how did it escalate for it to be still ongoing in March 2024?

The amount of retweets and comments it received made me want to add more and I guess it escalated from there 😅 Because I have ADHD it’s taken me a lot longer to complete it and to come up with new ideas.

The power of comments from readers really do send a spur of energy for writers and that should encourage readers to always drop love and comments down to fics.

And bunny i just want to say that the photos you pick out are insane… Like how it is that you manage to find Kyungsoo’s pale skin sucking on a pacifier, kaisoo’s height difference, baeksoo huddled together on the street. Like it’s just crazy similar!

So my question here is: How does your search bar look when you look for the memes or reaction pics or those romantic pics that really look like the exo members?

Lots and lots of research on twitter and pinterest. my close mutual @moondaes (mimi) and i send a lot of pics and videos of “kaisoo look alikes” to each other, 95% of the content is NSFW 😅 when i’ve been needed a specific picture, she’s someone who i can ask for help. 

for memes, mostly twitter, i have a whole album just for memes on my phone and pinterest 😂 

I’m also in a kaisoo cult gc with 30 members that share some of the most questionable and unhinged memes.

OuO interesting!!! Upon doing your research and collecting resources, what is the process of making an SNS au? 

Mostly collecting pictures of their kids and the couple into a folder on pinterest- if something comes up i'll add it to the folder to use for future tweets. I use the app TwiNote and Memi Message for the fake tweets and messages. I don’t really structure the posts or organise anything *damn you ADHD brain* I pretty much just go with it 😂

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I see so you dont really structure anything… so its more or less self indulgent postings, which is so cute and it does make it very fun to read as well.

Which part of the process of building the plot, getting the photos and piecing it all up together is your favourite part?

I think people’s reactions and comments is my favourite part, seeing that there are people out there who enjoy my au honestly makes my day 🥲

Aw, again, listeners, readers, do leave comments!

Are we nearing the end of this SNS au? Could you give us a snippet of what’s next in our lovely kaisoo family?

We are!

A few more posts and we will be looking at the end. 

Hmmm, I’m thinking there might be another sibling or two ☺️

Now, dear bunny, do you have any other comments you want to share with listeners? Any teasers for ongoing AUs or a hint of upcoming AUs you have in your work in progress stage? 

I had to check my notes- I’ve got a few ideas that have been abandoned because they are too NSFW for myself and twitter and I don’t want to get mass reported 😂 I also struggle with writing scenes, especially smut. that’s why i find making these twt aus easier, more fun and realistic! 

After this au I will be making the prequel, so we will be able to see how the kaisoo in my current au all started! From meeting, first kiss, first everything. Moving in together, getting married, expecting their first child. But not without a lot of ups and downs - stay tuned!

Thank you bunny for your time in being on board with this kaisoo fic podcast, for your replies to my questions.

Dear listener, the link to the author’s twitter profile will be given below in the notes section. And with that we have come to the end of today’s episode. We will have a pause in April, and so do keep a lookout for new episodes May 13th and every 13th of the month onwards. 

To reach me, i am kaisooficdrunk on twitter and if you want you can drop me questions on my curious cat you can do so with the same username. There will also be another link that brings you to my tumblr blog with the transcription for today's episode. There you can also find the other scripts for other episodes as well.

Thank you for listening, have a good day, dear kaisooist, and we look forward to the next episode. Stay tuned.

[princessofprocrastination]

Not The Same (GeorgeNotFound)

summary : you put out a song, but it attracted the wrong type of crowd and caused too many misunderstandings.

trigger warnings : threats (including death and doxing), panic attacks, taking of meds. 

"you're THOSE type of fans, huh?" you read the comments on your newest song release.

and that was the start of your downfall.

-

you and your dad really enjoyed singing. at any opportunity you two got, you would be doing a duet.

whether that would be at at a close relative's wedding or your at home karaoke set up, you two knew how to entertain people.

though singing was your passion, you ended up being too busy with school and trying to graduate with a diploma to even think about singing again.

but you swore to make a career of your singing after high school. you just loved it too much.

but then, you didn't go to college for music, which pretty much shocked your parents and your friends since they knew your only passion in life was singing.

but you took a different direction. you still wanted to sing and you were trying your hardest to find a way to make that your career.

someday, anyway. but you needed to have a plan to fall back into in case anything goes wrong.

you were a realist, after all.

so off to college you went.

you spent long hours studying for tests after tests, sat through hours of lectures, did endless amounts of projects.

in the end, it was all worth the wait and fatigue. you graduated top of your class.

you went off to be an intern, clocked in more hours before you could fully go into the next phase of your life.

and after those long hours, you finally made the decision (with the support of your parents) to take a gap year.

but before anyone panics. your gap year was not all fun in games where you took to rest and lay in bed all day.

you took the gap year to see if the music industry fits you. to see if you even had the chance to succeed.

and if it did, you could finally have your dream job. but even if it didn't you were not going to be upset if you needed to fall back onto your backup plan.

in the duration of the gap year, you took voice lessons, and poetry classes for song writing.

and with whatever you have learnt, you took that into writing songs that you felt really relate to your life experiences.

so you spend at least a couple months writing multiple songs.

after almost 2 years, you finally came out with your first song. and it definitely got recognition. more than you thought you'd get, if you were being completely honest.

and that was what pushed you to sit your ass back on your desk to write more, and go into your makeshift studio and make the words into songs.

your parents were ecstatic to hear that you were finally doing the things you loved. and you knew you'd never get this far if it weren't for your family's support.

and so your music journey began.

it was going well for years. you were finally happy doing the one thing you enjoyed doing.

and you definitely think you were good at it. seeing and hearing the positive feedbacks from your family, friends and listeners. 

you felt good. 

but you lost that feeling when you came out with a new single, called ‘fan of you’. 

you spent a while working hard on that song and you felt relieved when it was finally released. it was like a weight was lifted off your shoulders. 

and you weren’t sure how one thing led to another, if you were being honest. at first, you received good feedback for your new songs. you even gained new listeners and your spotify rank rised. 

but then it didn’t anymore. 

your twitter flooded with mentions and your instagram full of tagged pictures and dms by accounts you’ve never heard of. 

but you noticed a similarity with all of the spam. a guy name george. georgenotfound for short.

you being you, you looked into it. and that was when all of the information hit you. and all you had to look up was your name on twitter, and there it was, the longest thread of tweets you have ever seen in your life. 

you took time to read it all, trying to make sure you didn’t miss anything crucial. 

there must be an understanding. you didn’t know this guy name george. you’ve seen his face on pinterest once a while when you scrolled, yes. but you never looked into him. 

this amazing person took their time to gather every bit of information there was about the scandal, which you were grateful for, or else you’d be scouring the internet for hours. 

to summarise what you read, there was this artist by the name of tia jade who came out with a song a few months prior to yours called ‘just a fan.’ 

it was a good song, some say, and you could agree. it was professionally written and produced. but many fans of george found out that the song was about him. 

not just about him, but about her falling in love with him, when she has never met him. and when his fans started to really listen and analyse the song, it got creepier. 

basically, the song was about a fan falling in love with a celebrity/content creator and that they want to know them beyond their persona online. 

but tia had apologised a little after the song came out, saying that she made that song based on a fan liking a content creator, and not about her falling for george. 

but when you read enough of the issue, it definitely did seem like she was making that song to tell her story about falling for george. but she obviously needed an excuse to cover it up. 

hence the apology. 

and then you read about how they analysed your song, too.

they compared your song to tia’s and found it to have similar stories. stories about how a normal girl is falling in love with the man by the name of george, who had millions of followers on all social medias. 

and if you admitted it to yourself, your song did seem to come out that way. especially if your mentality had been there. clearly your song could have been interpreted in many different ways. 

you scrolled to the very bottom of the thread where there was a video of the man himself, george. he was addressing the issue. 

“i don’t know how this happened twice. i thought once was weird enough, but.” he paused, focusing on building something on his screen. 

“having heard of a song being about me again now makes my skin crawl.” he finished. it was short but enough to make his fans understand where he was coming from. 

you scrolled further to see the replies of the thread. you wanted to know what were people saying about it. 

and you definitely regretted your decision to do that. 

threats everywhere. death threats, threats of beating you up, threats of doxing you. god the negative comments were drowned by the one’s that genuinely thought nothing wrong of your song. 

you called you mom. this was the time you needed her advice. you needed to be told what to do. you didn’t want to accidentally trigger people. 

you and her were on the phone for hours. she listened to you cried to her. she heard the painful sobs that came out of your mouth whenever you reminded yourself of what people were calling you on the internet. 

she heard you cry silently on call when you saw your address and phone number being leaked on twitter. 

but even through all of that, you joked around with your mom. “well, this was a hell of a way to be trending.” 

you did what she told you to do. get a new phone number, stay in a hotel for a couple days while you try to settle the raging crowd of georgenotfound fans down. 

in the span of a couple weeks, you got yourself a new number, a new house and a new car. you weren’t taking any chances. 

you told no one besides your mom of the new changes, just to be safe. 

and no, the threats did not cease. at all. these people did not have a life, constantly up in your dms, telling you to jump off a cliff or them hoping that a robber stabs you and leaves you dying. 

you took your time trying to figure out a way to talk to george. or a way to speak out about this. 

you didn’t want to write a half-assed notes app paragraph apologising when- first of all, you had nothing to apologise for and second, you had too much to say to fit it all in a notes app. 

lucky for you, you didn’t need to start your own channel or make a sit down video on your own. 

your recording label had brought up the idea of a documented series about you and how you became a singer about a year ago, and only started filming and posting the episodes a couple months prior on youtube. 

so you took the series to your advantage. you pitched in the idea to your manager, to which she agreed to immediately, knowing that it was best you talked about it now. 

this was how it played out on the perspective of viewers who watched that episode. 

“bless you.” your producer says after you paused your singing in the mic as you stopped to sneeze. 

you gave him a smile and a thumbs up from inside the booth. 

the camera cuts to another clip. 

the cameraman pans as they captured movers coming in and out of your old house, picking up your heavy furniture and boxes into large trucks to move into the new place.

 it cuts again. this time it shows you scrolling on your phone with a focused face while your manager types something vigorously on her computer. 

the camera tries to focus on your phone, and sees that you were on twitter, reading a lot of tweets under your name. 

you exited the app and slide it away, going into youtube next, reading the comments on your song ‘fan of you’. 

you scrolled far, clicking on some of the comments, trying to read the replies to certain comments you saw. 

the camera cuts into a black screen. which then cuts again into a new scene, where you sat on your new kitchen counter talking to your mother, who sat on the chair in front of you. 

your hair was up in a ponytail. a messy one. you were wearing sweatpants and a hoodie that seemed far too big on you, and your feet covered with fluffy socks.

you were nodding to whatever she was saying to you. it was clear your mind was elsewhere as your eyes were unfocused. 

the scene cuts again. 

you were seen on the couch, your legs were tucked into your arms and your head down, body shaking. it was obvious you were crying. 

you were alone, your mother no where to be seen. 

that was the first time the camera caught you crying. 

the scene cuts as you were going to get up from the couch. 

now, you were in the kitchen again, opening the refrigerator to take a water bottle, then walking to your room upstairs. 

the camera follows behind you slowly into your room. 

it hadn’t been the cleanest. there were a couple shirts on the floor, your bed undone, cups on your side table, your laptop open on your desk. 

you were seen opening a drawer, taking out a small white bottle. you unscrewed the bottle and took out 2 pills, popping them in your mouth, drinking water straight away after that to swallow. 

the scene cuts again. 

this time, you were seated on the couch in the studio, the atmosphere dark and quiet. 

your hair was more kept this time, being help up in a clip. 

you were wearing straight jeans and a slightly oversized sweatshirt. you looked more refreshed this time. but it was obvious you hadn’t slept in a while because of your eyes.

your eyes that usually held a lot of happiness and joy turned dull. 

“it’s been a while since i’ve spoken to a camera.” you offered a small smile. your song ‘just a fan’ was playing in the background of the clip. 

the scene cuts again. 

“when i released that song, i was genuinely proud of the work i had done.” you paused for a while. besides the song playing in the background, it was silent. 

“but i guess the joy didn’t last very long.” the scene cuts there. 

it transitioned to a collage of what people were saying about you. it showed clips of people talking about it on youtube. they even showed george talking about it. 

and it cuts again. 

it showed a different clip this time. a clip of your ex boyfriend and you at the beach on a picnic, that was taken by a close friend of yours. 

this was when you were still in college. 

it showed all the fun memories you two made while you were still together. 

it showed a video of him studying in the library, flipping through his papers and scrolling through his laptop. it was clear he was hard at work, not noticing you filming him. 

but then the scene cuts again. and the music turned somber. 

your ex boyfriend’s grave. 

it was the day you were visiting him. you sat down next to his stone, a blanket under you. 

you were just staring at his stone, not moving. 

and it cuts again. 

“he was one of the most driven person i have ever met.” you told the camera. 

“he knew when to be serious and when to have fun.” you looked down in your hands and played with your rings. 

“all he ever talked about was becoming a surgeon. he worked hard in his intern years and continued being passionate through his residency.” you spoke up. 

“people had only nice things to say about him. the only bad thing they would say about him is that he can be pretty uptight sometimes, especially when he was stressed about something.” you laughed a little. 

“i was a huge fan of him, even when we just saw each other in the hallways. he’s just amazing. i’ve always wanted to be just like him.”

“i wanted to write a song about him but i didn’t the song to be sad.” you said. 

“and that was when the song ‘fan of you’ was created. 

the scene cuts there and goes into another. 

you were in the recording booth again, this time, you were singing into the mic. 

the camera pans to your producer and manager dancing and bobbing their heads to the beat. 

the scene cuts, officially ending it with a black screen with ‘the end’ in a fancy white font. 

you busied yourself with writing new songs as your name got trended again on twitter. 

and george has never felt worse about himself ever in his entire life. 

-

he watched the episode as soon as dream sent it to him. 

“you’re an asshole, george.” dream sends to him, along with the link of the video on youtube. 

as the video ends, he decides to read the comments, wondering what it was like down there. 

it was the worse mistake he had ever made in a while. 

but he knew he deserved it. he did assumed it was about him, just like the last song made with a drawing of his glasses as their cover photo on spotify. 

this time, there was genuinely no reason to think that this song was about him, or anyone with a following whatsoever. he just believed what his chat told him. 

sure, there were some familiarity of the character in your song and him, but the world did have 7.6 billion people living on it. 

“so, here i am apologising.” george says to his camera, live. his tone was very sincere and apologetic. 

“this shouldn’t have gotten this far. they shouldn’t have gotten threats at all, let alone death threats. they shouldn’t have woken up to the world knowing where they live and what their phone number is.” 

“and if you’re watching. i sincerely apologise. i clearly was full of myself.” george finishes. ending the live with a small wave. 

and were you watching? hell yes. 

and that was the day the two of you followed each other on instagram. 

he used your songs as his intros of his live, (with your permission, of course.) you showed in your documentary that you were watching whenever he was live or watching his youtube videos. 

and that was the start to a beautiful relationship. 

you sat on the chair, going live. you waved as people started joining. it went from hundreds, to thousands in seconds. 

as you were talking and clicking on your keyboard and mouse, playing a game, you felt arms around your shoulders. 

you smiled, yet continued playing. 

“why are you live on my account?” he laughs. 

you disconnected the headphones so that he could hear what you were hearing. 

“george, you’re being replaced.” dream said on discord. 

george smiles, giving you a kiss on the top of your head. “that was well deserved.” 

[krreader]

BTS reacting to a sasaeng trying to touch/take photos of your baby bump.

pairing: bts x reader fandom: bts warnings: mentions of physical assault genre: angst ; fluff word count: 2.5k+

a/n: I hope the reality would be the boys yeeting these sasaengs into another universe, seriously. but for the sake of the story, here. thanks for the request @sakuroseuchiha​, and I’m very sorry it took forever ♥

kim seokjin

“What is this?” Jin entered the bedroom and practically pushed the phone in your face, his breathing heavy and his cheeks flushed, clearly upset.

You looked at what he was showing you, but then quickly averted your gaze and continued folding the laundry as if what he was showing you didn’t matter.

“(Y/N)!” he rarely got angry, not like this. And you knew that he wasn't angry with you.. maybe only for not telling him about what had happened today. He grabbed your upper arm and turned you so that you had to look at him, “Why didn't you tell me about this?”

“I didn't want you to get angry.. like now,” you sighed deeply, “I wasn't hurt, I walked into the nearest store and they didn't follow me inside because the shop owners were kind enough to help me and keep them out. All they got was a blurry photo.”

Your husband's mouth dropped, his eyebrows furrowing, “How can you be so nonchalant about this?”

You snorted, “What do you want me to do, Seokjin? Do you want me to sob my eyes out because some sixteen year old girls wanted to become Twitter famous by posting our unborn child on their Twitter account? If I were that weak, then marrying you wouldn't have been a good idea in the first place,” you pushed his hand away, “I'm fine.”

Maybe, but he wasn't. He was so tired of this bullshit.

And you only found out just how tired he was when you wanted to go grocery shopping the next day and were face-to-face with a man that introduced himself as your new bodyguard that your husband had hired to make sure that situations like those wouldn't happen anymore.

You had meant what you had said, you were fine, but knowing that someone that size was following you around and making sure that no harm would come to you and – even more importantly – to your unborn child – made you feel a lot more at ease.

min yoongi

Yoongi cursed and thanked BigHit at the same time for existing.

On one hand, he hated himself for ever having signed up with them, because now you and his unborn child were in danger because of him, but at the same time, he was so grateful that they tried their best in protecting the three of you to the best of their abilities.

One of the staff members had managed to gain access to a secret forum used only by sasaengs, where they shared private information about idols that nobody but these idols, their families and the company should know about.

And during this 'undercover work', she discovered a thread dedicated to you and Yoongi, or more specifically, your unborn child.

She found out that they had found out where you had planned to have your delivery and wanted to be there to take pictures of the two – or in the end – three of you.

You and Yoongi would have had no idea about this. You would have had no other choice but to endure it and later see these very private photos online, but thanks to her, you were able to switch hospitals last minute and were able to handle this matter privately.

That female staff member said she was merely doing her job when you and Yoongi thanked her later, but your husband made sure that she didn't just get a raise, but a promotion on top of it.

You both owed her a lot.

jung hoseok

“Look, daddy!” Hoseok beamed happily as he watched his son point upwards to the head of the giraffe, “Soooooo biggy!”

“If you want to be that big, you need to eat all the vegetables that mommy puts on your plate from now on, okay?” he tickled the little boy a little, engulfed by his beautiful laughter, that he didn't realize what was happening behind him.

You were standing a few feet behind them, wanting them to enjoy a father-son moment, while also watching the buggy. However, unlike your husband, you weren't smiling. Your eyes were focused on three girls to your right who had been following you for the past fifteen minutes and were now debating on whether or not to go up to your husband and say something.

And you really didn't mind if they said hello when it was only Hoseok, but your child was with you and you didn't want to involve him in that life. Not yet, not if you could avoid it.

However, you had been wrong all along. You thought that they were whispering among themselves to figure out a strategy on when to go up to Hoseok. 

But that wasn't the case.

They were waiting until they were sure that he was busy enough with your son not to notice what they were doing.

Which was pull out their phones, all three of them, and then point the camera at you.

Even though you knew it wasn't actually you, but the baby bump that had begun to form. A story that had only been rumors up until now, but you were too far along now to hide it any longer.

The moment you realized what was happening, you pushed the buggy forward until you were at your husband's side and said: “We need to go. Right now.”

With how alert you were, he instantly became too, started looking around and realized what was happening.

He put his son in the baggy, then took off his jacket and placed it over your shoulders, before he pushed the baggy with one hand and you gently forward with his hand on your lower back.

So much for keeping the secret about baby number two a little longer.

kim namjoon

Namjoon had been an idol for long enough to know when someone was obviously staring at him out in public.

And you had been with him for long enough to know when he was uncomfortable. He constantly shifted in his seat, glanced around and nervously bounced his leg up and down.

Eventually you reached over the table and put your hand over this, “Come on. Let's ask them if they can fill our drinks in take-away cups and go home.”

You had wanted to enjoy the possible last peaceful coffee shop date that you could have before your daughter would be born, but when married to Kim Namjoon, a peaceful date outside was almost never an option. And normally, when it had been only him and you, he hadn't minded as much. But now he was scared for his child.

And as soon as the two of you got up, his biggest fear became reality, when a girl walked by and spilled her – thankfully – cold coffee on you. More specifically, on your baby bump. Accidentally, as she tried to make you two believe, but you knew better.

Even more so when she started bowing, apologized and then immediately wanted to rub over your baby bump with tissues to clean your clothes.

Namjoon was alert in an instant, but you were faster and grabbed the wrist of the girl, smiling at her, but your eyes were so dangerous that the girl gulped down.

“Thank you, but I'll do that myself.”

“I..- I only..-”

“I said I can do it myself,” you grabbed your bag and then Namjoon's hand, “Let's just go home.”

Sometimes he forgot just how much of a mother you already were before your baby was even born. 

Nobody like that was allowed to touch your baby, not now and not ever.

park jimin

Jimin had been so naive to think that the pregnancy would be a peaceful one for you. He had let his guard down after month seven, after nothing bad or weird having happened.

And that was a huge mistake.

You were due in a few weeks and he wanted you two to have one final romantic night out before the baby would be born, meaning dinner in the restaurant of your choice, then going for a walk at the Han River, then going home and.. well..

But your night was cut short when you couldn't even make it to the restaurant. As soon as Jimin had parked the car and helped you out, a swarm of fans, which were sasaengs through and through, because they were the only ones who could have found out where you'd be eating tonight, came running to you.

He realized it in time, managed to push you back into the car before their grabby hands could touch your baby bump and managed to push all of them back enough to shut the car door.

Their attention shifted from you to him and they all started to touch him and pull on his clothes. He tried to push them away from him so that he could go around the car and get in himself, but there were simply too many.

All the while, you were sitting in the car, desperately banging on the window and begging them to stop, trying to open the door to help your husband, but he was blocking it from getting opened.

There was no way he’d let you back out there.

You reached into your purse and wanted to call the police, but since you were in an underground parking lot, your phone didn't have any service.

At that point, you were sobbing your eyes out because of how scared you were for Jimin, but then someone from the building, maybe guests of one of the restaurants or people that worked there, saw what was happening and helped Jimin pull the girls away from him, one after the other. 

They told him to get in the car and he did so without hesitation, reversing and then driving away without looking back, eternally grateful for these kind strangers.

“It's okay,” he tried to calm you down while driving away.

But it wasn't okay. Not when he had scratches on his face and hands, not when he was close to tears himself.. not when you realized all that stress caused you to suddenly go into labor. 

kim taehyung

This day had started out so well.

The weather was so perfect that Taehyung and you had spontaneously decided to go on a little road trip.

With you having passed the worst of your pregnancy phase and being able to actually walk and eat without throwing up every hour, it was now the perfect opportunity to just drive around and find a really cute spot to hang out, maybe have a picnic or coffee/tea.

But you should have guessed that it wasn't as easy as that, because Taehyung's super hardcore fans had never been ones to just leave him alone.

You had been driving for a while and you had become thirsty, so the two of you had searched for a very cute café and found one that was so aesthetically pleasing that you forgot about your surroundings for a second and just.. enjoyed it. Like every other normal human being would.

Your husband had gone inside to grab the drinks, so he wasn't there to stop what was happening.

“What the hell?!” you instantly pushed the chair back when you saw a hand reach down to your belly to touch it, then jumped up, “What do you think you're doing?!”

Unfortunately, there weren't too many people around to help you, only an elderly man and a young couple that, by the looks of it, hadn't even graduated high school. They wouldn’t be much help.

“Please, we just want to touch it. This is from Taehyung, directly from him, we just..-”

“I'm going to give you a fair warning,” your husband pushed himself between you and the girls, pointing his finger at one of the girls chest, “You come this close to my wife or child again, I will call the police and I'll make sure that your future is ruined. Do you understand?”

“But..-”

“No. No but. There is a line and you just crossed it. So this is my final warning. Leave now, or I'll call the police.”

The two girls glanced to the side to find the shop owner already standing there with her phone, ready to call the police if Taehyung said so.

You doubted that people like that had much planned for their future, but the threat of police and a possible lawsuit involving thousands, if not millions, if Taehyung had his way, scared them enough for them to scurry away.

You only allowed yourself to breathe again when they were out of sight, your husband immediately cupping your face and checking to see if you were harmed.

“I'm fine,” you shook your head a little, “I'm fine.”

“Shit,” he pulled you against him and kissed the top of your head, “I'm so sorry, (Y/N). I'll be more careful from now on.”

jeon jeongguk

This had been a massive scandal from the get-go. Not only were you and Jeongguk not married when rumors started to form that you were pregnant, but he was also 'way too young' to have a kid now and 'not in the right place in life yet' to be a father.

BigHit had kept quiet through it all, knowing that those weren't just rumors that people spewed, but the truth.

You were indeed pregnant. An accidental pregnancy that had shocked you and your boyfriend to the core, but after countless of nights crying and worrying, you've not just accepted it, but were looking forward to your baby.

The first few months were easy, a comeback had overshadowed the rumors and whenever they were doing interviews, BigHit made sure to tell the journalist not to ask any personal questions, or they'd be kicked out of the panels – they really had no mercy in that sense.

But there came a point where you just couldn't hide it anymore, unless you were to stay at home every single day till the day of the delivery.

And well, you didn’t.

You waited until Jeongguk was gone to leave, knowing that it'd be easier if it were just you, had taken precautions and worn a hat and a face mask... but these sasaengs, man.

You couldn't take fifteen footsteps until you heard screaming from a distance and a group of seven people charging at you with their phones up in the air, ready to take photos of your baby bump and expose it to the world.

Since you were still close to the entrance of your neighborhood, the security guard reacted perfectly, grabbed you by your upper arms and pulled you back in, closing the gate to Hannam Hill just in time and turned you around so that the girls wouldn't see your baby bump properly.

They were left standing and screaming at the fence, reaching through it like crazy zombies.

Rather scary, actually.

“You need to be careful, Ms. (Y/L/N),” the security guard warned as he walked you back to your apartment, “You can't just go out like this without precautions.”

“I just wanted to buy something for the baby,” you said sadly with slumped shoulders, “They have this limited Disney collection at Spao.. I just wanted to get something for my daughter.”

He let out a heavy sigh and watched you enter the building extremely upset.

Maybe it wasn’t his place, but when Jeongguk came home that night, he told him about the incident, wanting to make sure that he’d talk to you and make you understand that you couldn’t just go out like that without some sort of security.

And well, let’s just say Jeongguk’s father side really jumped out that night. He had you sit down on the couch and lectured you for nearly an hour without you saying a word.

[ahatintimepieces]

Threading Moonlight

Here is the drabble I wrote for @smieska! It’s a prequel in which Luka makes a deal with a mysterious puppeteer in order to escape the frozen cellar his wife trapped him in, with the intent to freeze him solid, and to save their daughter from the encroaching cold. The puppeteer requires that Luka give up something important, but Luka is more than willing when that something seems broken beyond repair...

Content Warnings: Body horror, child neglect/abuse (check end of tags for more detail on both)

Total word count: 3,045

Something shifted inside the cardboard box and Luka jolted awake. The ice seeping into his wrists sharpened at his squirming and he let out a gasp that drifted from his lips in a frosted spiral. He settled back against the stone wall. He metered his breathing to keep it shallow and his movement scarce.

Glancing through the frosted tips of his chestnut curls, he peered up at his raised arms. If he tried to flex his fingers, they didn’t even twitch. But from what he could tell, they didn’t look frostbitten, but rather, it was like the chains of ice had melded with his wrists, turning flesh and bone into cold crystals. The edges of his palms seemed blue like lakes frozen from within as cold crept towards his pale fingers.

Vanessa had warned that she would make him stay. That she would keep him always. Was this how she would accomplish it, then? If he was a statue of snow and ice, would she be satisfied that he would never leave her?

Something wet dripped down his cheek and he flinched back, thinking there was a leak from the ceiling. But when he looked up, all he saw were dry stones and wooden beams. More droplets dripped down his chin and he glanced down as his breath hitched. Salt water pooled on the ground between his crossed legs.

He sniffed as the tears trickled. Each sudden gasp threatening to swell into sobs jostled his aching wrists. But the sharpness of the ice was minute compared to the heartbreak that cleaved through his chest.

How many more tears would he have to shed before he froze solid? How long until he was numb to even the feeling of his torn heart? He stared at the beam of pale moonlight that trailed through the window across from him in the cramped cellar, which was filled with storage boxes bulging with items he and Vanessa had collected over the years. Counting the particles of dust waltzing back and forth through the moonbeam, he nearly drifted back into his blank stupor when, again, something thumped inside the cardboard box.

Luka’s heart skipped a beat as his head snapped towards the box. With silent tears still streaming down his cheeks, he watched as the cardboard box tilted back and forth. The folded flaps suddenly burst open the same time that the box tilted too far and dropped to its side.

Hattie’s favorite toys—all the ones Luka had made for her—tumbled out in waves.

Pinning himself further against the wall, Luka eyed the mound of plushies and wooden figures with apprehension as he waited for a rat or something to appear. A bouncy ball shifted as a shadowy object emerged from within the cardboard. As the rubber ball plunked against the stone and skipped over before rolling against his shoe, the shadowy object stepped into the moonlight and waved its mitten hand.

Luka’s heart flew into his throat as he stared into the black button eyes of a doll that he had made to look like a prince in one of Hattie’s favorite picture books. The doll prince had hair made of chestnut colored yarn and wore a felt crown on his head. Two yarn strands stood out through the crown like a cowlick and his puffy striped sleeves and rounded purple boots added to his princely attire. His round nose and the rosy blush on his cheeks were his only other features, leaving him primarily expressionless as his head flopped down. His mitten hand kept waving.

While Luka stared at the prince plush, the air around it shimmered as spindly, blue fingers appeared around the doll, revealing the one making it stand tall and wave in the first place.

“Good morning, my weeping friend,” a hollow voice as faint as mist greeted from the forming apparition. “Or, good evening, I suppose. Whichever!” A crystalline giggle like the plinking of marbles came from behind a toothy grin painted onto a crescent mask.

Luka blinked through his tears, examining the floating creature who stretched out close to the ground, but hovered just inches above. He had no legs, but rather a ghostly tail the same color as the golden-orange harvest moon. It nearly looked like strings of the pale moonlight kept the humanoid creature suspended. When the creature shifted, the sound of clacking wood trickled through the cellar. His movements were rigid.

“What’s the matter?” he wondered, dropping the plush prince and letting it fall limp against the pile of toys before gliding over to Luka and causing him to jolt. “Your mouth isn’t frozen, is it?”

Stiff fingers pinched Luka’s cheeks and he winced back with a gasp. Fresh tears continued to spill out and dribbled onto the creature’s joints, which creaked.

“Wh-who are you?” Luka stuttered out as he shivered. His breath turned milky white, and the creature tilted his head back to watch the wisps trail upward.

“Call me Moonjumper.” The creature jumped away. His chest jerked back, and an arm folded in front of his chest while the other remained at his side. As he swayed, his jointed body, not unlike that of a puppet, clacked quietly. “And you, my weeping friend?” His voice was airy with laughter, though it was unnerving how the painted, patterned eyes and wide grin on his mask did not move with his bouncing cadence.

“Luka.” He leaned back against the stone with a sigh. A sharpness pressed deeper into his wrist and palm. The ice spread and his tears streamed down his cheeks, staining the collar of his pale dress shirt that was already soiled with sweat and dirt.

“You seem to be in quite the predicament, Luka friend,” Moonjumper made a sound similar to a tongue clicking against the roof of a mouth. “And that won’t do. I can’t play with you if you’re frozen. So, I’m here to make a deal.” He waved his hand and yellowed parchment appeared with a flash of moonlight.

Luka’s eyes narrowed at the parchment as it was flown over to him. He briefly scanned it but didn’t register anything beyond words and phrases about a kingdom and magic. Something about the horizon. And an invitation. While Moonjumper hovered over him, Luka vaguely wondered if he had finally perished in the cellar.

But he didn’t think ghosts could cry or see their breath.

“I’m sure you’d like to be released, would you not?” Moonjumper offered, tilting his head to the side. “Would like to walk free, unburdened by chains.”

If he wasn’t dead, perhaps he was hallucinating. Luka glanced away from Moonjumper and stared at the tumbled box of Hattie’s things. His chest tightened as he thought about Hattie. His breath hitched. He forgot himself for a moment and tried to bring his hand to his cheek to wipe at the swell of tears, but he only managed to cut the ice deeper into his skin. He winced with a gasp, but he did not take his eyes off of the box.

Moonjumper turned his head to follow Luka’s gaze. There was a pause before Moonjumper shifted stiffly between Luka and the box. He bent down, leaning his grinning mask towards Luka’s sniffling features. Luka edged back, avoiding the apparition’s gaze.

“Or perhaps you simply wish to be reunited with your daughter again?” Moonjumper asked.

Luka snapped his head up and looked into Moonjumper’s painted red eyes. A chuckle came from behind the mask as his whole body jostled as awkwardly as a puppet suspended from strings.

“There we go,” Moonjumper twittered before straightening and motioning the contract over. “Of course, when you’re free, you can rescue the little one and leave together. She cried you know, when you weren’t there to tuck her in.”

“Hattie.” Luka scrambled to shift his legs underneath himself. He ignored the burning in his wrists and pleaded as tears blurred his vision, “is she safe? Pl-please tell me she’s safe.” His voice cracked with desperation.

“Safer than you, at the moment,” Moonjumper shrugged his shoulders and caused his lithe arms to clack. “But if you make a deal with me, I can give you magic that can melt your chains and allow you and your little one to go free.”

“I’ll do anything,” Luka swore, leaning forward and towards the contract. Whether this creature was a hallucination or not, he’d make any bargain to ensure his daughter was safe.

“My price is steep, I’ll admit.” Moonjumper’s voice softened. “After ten years, I’ll come to collect you and so many of my toys forget that. Oh, and you’ll have to give up your heart.”

“Take it,” Luka said quickly as tears spilled out. He coughed out a ragged gasp before continuing in a voice as broken as his chest. “Take it, please. I don’t—” he sniffed as sobs structured his voice, “—I don’t want to feel like this anymore.”

“Really?” Moonjumper’s head tilted. “Usually that’s considered too high a price to pay.”

“Are you going to let me help Hattie or not?” Luka tried to scowl but his features crumbled as another sob bled from his chest. “Please,” he choked out. “Please take it away.”

“Very well!” Moonjumper said lightly as the contract drifted underneath Luka’s chin. Tears dribbled onto the dotted line and that must have been enough to count as his signature because shortly after, the contract glowed.

Strands of moonlight laced around the contract like chains and then disappeared in a curtain of light. Before Luka could react, Moonjumper tore through the curtain and pressed his hand against his chest.

Luka gasped, squeezing his eyes shut as he felt a pressure over his ribs. A brief flicker of regret caused him to press against the stone wall, to recoil from Moonjumper’s touch.

Was he truly alright with this? With losing his heart?

Fingers as stiff as wood sunk into his chest and wrapped around his splintered heart. A surge of the despair he’d been feeling since Vanessa first threw him into the wretched cellar drowned him and he whimpered as he struggled to breathe.

“Take it, please,” he begged. He felt a tug on his heartstrings and a whine pulled from his lips as a wave of tears pushed out.

“Almost done, Luka friend,” Moonjumper muttered. “Brace yourself.”

A snap resounded through the cellar and Luka slumped like a puppet with snipped strings. The pressure was extracted from his chest, and he exhaled as Moonjumper backed away.

Luka’s tears ceased.

A burning kindled in the cavity left behind in his ribs and he began to hyperventilate. Suddenly desperate for oxygen, the crackling flames pushed out and heat spread through his body with each gasped breath.

Water dripped from his frosted hair tips and his chestnut curls flared liquid hot until they grew.  His locks faded into cinders with a dark violet sheen that spiked out below his shoulders. Heat licked his teeth and he hissed before opening his mouth as his top canines lengthened into sharp, polished points.

Squirming against his restraints, Luka panted as whistling steam emanated from his wrists. His previously unresponsive fingers twitched into elongated claws. He gritted his teeth, piercing his lip with his fangs as a final pulse of flame pushed to his palms. Blue embers burned in his hands and the ice clinging to his wrists shattered before evaporating into steam.

His hands dropped and the embers flickered out as Luka slouched against the wall. His chest rose and fell rapidly with the flame still crackling in his chest. His heated exhales no longer turned to mist.

“There you go!” Moonjumper twittered as he cupped a pulsing, torn lump in one hand and scooped down to retrieve the prince doll in the other.

“What happened to me?” Luka held out his trembling hands before himself, flexing pale fingers that ended in claws.

“You gave up your heart,” Moonjumper answered simply. While floating in the air, he drifted into a sitting position and set the prince doll into his lap. He unbuttoned the prince’s tunic and placed the torn lump onto the doll’s chest.

A strand of moonlight drifted over to Moonjumper’s fingers. He snapped the graceful thread and the cut end bled scarlet. The red crept across the length of the thread as Moonjumper summoned a sewing needle. The string thrust through its eye and the needle dove towards the lump.

Luka jolted when the needle pierced the lump and then the doll. His heart, severed into two, was methodically embroidered into the doll’s chest. Though the scarlet string strung the two pieces into one, the stitches holding the heart together only highlight how terribly broken it was.

Once Luka’s heart was embedded into the doll, Moonjumper knotted the ends of the thread and buttoned the tunic closed, concealing the heart. Without warning, he tossed the prince doll towards Luka, who fumbled to catch it.

“I thought you wanted to keep it.” Luka wrinkled his nose, holding out the toy like it was some mangled catch a cat brought in.

“I just said you had to live without it,” Moonjumper corrected. “What you do with it is up to you. I thought that would be an easy way to carry it.”

“Why would I carry around a doll?” Luka furrowed his brows.

“It’s your daughter’s favorite toy, yes?” Moonjumper tilted his head, his painted smile unwavering.

“Hattie!” Luka bolted to his feet. He clutched the doll in his hand. A faint pulse against his palm urged him forward.

“And with that, I’ll take my leave. But don’t forget, Luka friend,” Moonjumper chuckled as his form began to waver and fade into moonlight, “I’ll come back in ten years’ time to collect my toy!” His laughter drifted on the shimmer he left behind. Strands of gentle light flittered back to the beam streaming from the window.

Luka scowled at the moonlight. He didn’t understand what Moonjumper meant about collecting his toy ten years later, but he didn’t care.

He had to leave. He had to leave with Hattie and escape.

Luka flew towards the stairs leading out of the cellar, but his gangly legs tripped on the box of toys, and he skidded against the ground. Grunting, his hand clenched around the doll as he scrambled back to his feet.

The manor was silent with Vanessa in bed. He easily crept around the squeaky floorboards and hurried to the nursery.

The flame in his chest flared when he saw the icicles jutting around the door to the nursery, sealing it off while emitting a frosty mist. Blue embers flared from his palms and though they licked the doll and the heart trembled, it did not catch fire.

But the ice did hiss as it melted from Luka’s touch.

Forgetting to be quiet in his ire, Luka shoved open the door with a grunt before seeing that the room was ice free. But his misted breath told him how cold it was.

“Kid!” Luka hurried over to the crib.

Hattie lay inside, shivering under her blanket with flushed, chubby cheeks and eyelids puffy from crying. Her features were scrunched with discomfort in her sleep.

“No, no, no.” Luka reached into the crib.

His embers flickered softly. In her sleep, she leaned towards the source of heat, but when her eyes popped open, she shrunk back in fear. She let out an ear-piercing screech and Luka jolted.

“Hattie, Hattie, it’s me,” Luka whispered, leaning over. His violet-black hair slipped from his shoulder and caught his eye. He ran his tongue across his fangs and remembered how much he had changed. Immediately he held out the prince doll to Hattie and danced it around to distract her from her tears.

“Papa looks different, but it’s still me,” he promised urgently as he listened for any sign of Vanessa.

Hattie continued wailing until a shriek came from his and Vanessa’s bedroom.

“Shut up already!” Vanessa’s muffled voice screamed. Ice jutted from the underneath the door and a brisk puff of air pushed into the room. Luka froze as fear spiked with the doll trembling in his hand.

Hattie whimpered and snatched the prince doll from Luka, startling him out of his petrified state. She hugged the doll and buried her face into the plush, hiccupping as she hushed her crying.

“That’s better!” Vanessa snapped from the other side of the door.

Luka’s flames burned as he sneered at the fresh ice. But all manner of threats and ire he wanted to lob at her perished when he remembered just how powerful she was and how his priority was keeping Hattie safe.

“Hattie,” he whispered in an even quieter voice after a stretch of silence. “Please, kiddo, it’s me.”

He stifled the cerulean flames in his hands, but his palms still radiated heat as he reached for Hattie’s cheek. She peeked at him from behind the prince doll. While she initially recoiled from his clawed hands, he slowly pressed his soft palm to her cheek. She relaxed.

“P-papa?” Her lip trembled.

“That’s right,” Luka managed a smile for her, unintentionally baring his fangs. “Papa’s here.”

She sniffled and he shushed her as softly as he could.

“It’s okay,” he whispered as he scooped her up. “We have to be silent, okay?”

Pressing into his chest, her eyelids grew heavy as his warmth lulled her. She still clutched the prince doll in one tiny fist and her other grabbed onto a strand of his dark violet hair. He winced when she tugged on his scalp.

“There we go, see?” he muttered as he rocked her in his arms. “It’s just me.”

The prince doll pulsed between them, urging him to be warm with more than just the flame in his chest.

With Vanessa back asleep, Luka hurried to pack a bag with supplies and money while Hattie slept in his arms, toasty and safe as she held the prince doll. When everything was packed and Hattie was bundled up in an extra blanket, they fled the manor and Luka never looked back.

But the prince doll, while Hattie slept and Luka ran with his eyes forward, waved goodbye to the manor without the assistance of any apparition. The stitches in its chest tightened.