#only a teensy tiny bit

[saintshigaraki]

love it when love stories involve a bit of unhealthy obsession . i simply can’t help it. i’m very predictable in that sense

[siirensslap]

so....

the may chapter^^

[elegyofthemoon]

If you're asking why I came back only to rb a billion PGR memes.

I'm plotting. Shhhh.

[arcade-confetti]

Just hit a watermelon wearing a shirt with a crowbar 👍

[phe-purple-parade]

Once again I am imploring y'all to ask whether someone dances lead or follow before asking them to dance

[inazuma-fulgur]

Visited my dentist today, very pleasant overall. Loval anesthesia is funny as always

But she gave a tip to her assistant today about when to use what and said "see his teeth are small because he's still very young". Okay? Like??? I'm 23.

I get it that is indeed young and she's twice my age or older. But uh, when are my teeth supposed to grow still? Why didn't I learn about that earlier?

Isn't it milk teeth -> adult teeth -> wisdom teeth -> gold teeth -> death?

[thats-a-lot-of-cortisol]

So you remember this guy?

I fucked up his save file so I had to make a new honor run. I'd decided before I started Luka's that each new honor tav would be a reincarnation of him (he's a high elf), and that every time I had to start over I would roll a d20 to see if they would be a durge. This time around I had to get a nat 1 and. Well.

So meet Aconitum! He's a resisting durge. His guardian is his best friend who was killed by Orin during the Lobotomy Incident :)

[hexados-on-a-string]

good evening i totally didnt disappear for months haha idk what ur talking about

[him-n-hymn]

hehehe stickers added

[lvl1l1]

How the LaDS men react to you leaving a note in their lunch

pairings: Xavier, Zayne, Rafayel, Sylus, Caleb x F!Reader(separate)

content: corny puns(i’m sorry), tiny bit suggestive, mostly fluff, mentions of meals being skipped in caleb’s

a/n: caleb’s and sylus’s a teensy bit longer bc i got carried away at end oopsies

Xavier

You and Xavier usually ate lunch together, be it after a mission or after training. Perks of being partners at work.

Today, however, was different.

Xavier had to join the analytics department for a debrief after a special solo mission.

He originally planned on flaking and leaving with you as soon as you had wrapped up your work.

But once you had persuaded him a bit with promises of spending the whole day together tomorrow and a long cuddle session tonight, he caved.

You patted his head as he was pouting at you and pressed a small box to his chest, before turning around and waving goodbye.

He barely registered the tupperware he was holding, as he longingly stared at your retrieving back.

Once you were out of sight, he looked at what exactly you had given him.

Taking in the silver box, he smiled to himself.

The corners of his lips turned upwards and he went to sit down on the nearest chair.

You expected him to eat it during a short break during the meeting, but he couldn’t wait that long, knowing you prepared something for him.

He was contemplating taking out his phone and telling you to come back and join him right now, eat the food you had made for him, together.

He stopped that train of thought, thinking to himself that he didn’t want to drag you back here.

With a slight shake of his head and sigh escaping his lips, he went to open the box.

The first thing he noticed was the amazing smell of whatever you had packed him, the second wasn’t the food but a little yellow note stuck to the roof of the lid.

“Hang in there, Xavie.

I’ll make it worth your while tonight ;)”

The tips of his ears turned red, he stared at the note before breathing out a chuckle.

You really knew how to motivate him, didn’t you?

Before he could linger on the note for too long, he heard a chipper voice behind him.

“Oh, hey Xavier! Mind if we join you?”

He saw Tara and Simone put their bags on the table he was sitting at.

He gave them a small nod of acknowledgement, immediately tuning them back out again after.

He hid the note in his pocket, thinking about how to repay you later.

Zayne

Zayne was used to you preparing his lunch for him, he considered you bringing him his lunch during his breaks as part of his work routine.

He loved getting to see you amid his packed schedule, finding a way to sneak in some extra time for you two to spend together.

Unfortunately, today you couldn’t drop by and bring it to him in person, since you had to go on a mission outside of town.

Instead, you had handed him his lunchbox this morning, kissing him on the cheek before heading out.

He usually looked forward to his break because he knew he’d be able to see you.

Today, that perk fell away, so once his break time rolled around, he kept on working on some reports.

Until he heard the notification sound he put specifically for you,

“Don’t forget to eat, Dr. Zayne!”

“I miss uuuu, can’t wait to see u later”

A small smile graced his lips, an expression you easily brought out of him.

“Take care of yourself. I’ll be alright, as long as you’ll return in one piece later.”

Once he saw you were offline again, he put his phone away, finally taking out the lunchbox you had prepared for him this morning.

He placed it on his desk, taking the lid off.

He immediately noticed the small sticky note you had left.

“I’m “nuts” about you ;D enjoy your break, my love.”

Zayne silently quirked a brow as he read the message you wrote for him.

He shook his head as a quiet laugh escaped him.

His face went back to its usual deadpan expression.

If anyone were to walk in, he’d appear the same as he usually did. You’re the only one who would’ve been able to make out his hidden amusement.

Before he went to eating, he quickly pressed the sticky note to the frame of the picture he had of you two on his desk.

He was looking forward to welcoming you home tonight.

Rafayel

Rafayel had been whining all morning.

He was being forced to meet up with some art brokers outside of Linkon.

He had come up with 10 different excuses and 7 different plans on how to get out of this, yet all of his attempts were shut down. By you.

Talk about betrayal.

You had spent the entire morning talking him into going, saying how it would benefit him and how he should just make Thomas’s job easier for once.

Why couldn’t you understand that he just wanted to spend as much time with you as he could!!!

The next best idea in his mind was coaxing you into coming along.

Too bad for him, you already had plans for the day.

“Just get going already, you big baby.”

You had said to him.

“The sooner you get there, the sooner you can come back. Probably.”

You paid no mind to his heart clenching pout(self proclaimed) and just pinched his cheeks.

Before he could attempt anything else, like tripping over a brush and pretending to have broken his back, or blowing up his car(who knew what lengths he was willing go to, just to get out of work? You certainly didn’t want to find out.) you pressed a chaste but sweet kiss to his lips.

“Have a good day, Rafayel. And be nice to Thomas!”

And before he knew it, you were out of the door.

A groan left his lips, as he rolled his eyes in annoyance.

He was willing to go along with anything you had planned today, he just wanted to be with you a bit more.

Finally, wrapping up his sulking once he realised you weren’t coming back and he really did have to get going.

He grabbed his bag and left out the door you had disappeared out of, minutes before.

Fast forward a few hours later, he’d been sitting in some stuffy office, barely paying attention to what Thomas and the man sitting across from him were saying.

“Alright, let’s take five.”

At that, Rafayel perked up.

Immediately getting out of his chair and walking towards the door.

“Always nice doing business.”

Thomas gave him a pointed look,

“Rafayel, we aren’t done here yet. You better not take too long.”

The purple haired man hummed without looking back and left the building as quickly as he could.

While he knew Thomas was probably gonna think he left, as soon as he couldn’t find him inside, he didn’t care.

He got in his car and rested his head against the steering wheel.

He stretched and went to reach into his bag to grab his phone to text you, when he suddenly saw something he hadn’t noticed before.

There was a silver box sitting in his bag.

You sweet, cunning little thing.

He immediately pulled the lunchbox out, a look of intrigue in his eyes.

Of course, you wouldn’t just cruelly send him into hours of boring work, without rewarding him!

He took the lid off, being met with another sweet, sweet surprise.

Your handwriting immediately caught his attention.

“You’re doing amazing, baby!”

A chibi you doing a thumbs up next to the message,

and on the bottom you drew two stick figures holding hands, surrounded by hearts.

He chuckled quietly and if anyone told you about the lovesick look on his face as he stared at the tiny note, he would’ve sworn they were lying.

He reached back into his bag to grab his phone, snapping a picture of the note,

“seems like ur down bad for me lol”

You didn’t have to know about the goofy grin on his face as he ate whatever you had prepared.

Sylus

Whenever he could, Sylus would make sure you and him shared at least one meal together.

He knew, that due to your conflicting schedules, that wasn’t always possible.

By the time you’d wake up, Sylus’s day was slowly drawing to a close,

by the time you’d have lunch, Sylus would be fast asleep,

and by the time he’d wake up, you were finishing up the last of your work.

Yet he’d make an effort regardless.

Whether it be having breakfast, while you were eating your last meal of the day or keeping you company while he brought you breakfast, simultaneously getting ready to wind down after a night of work.

Obviously, that didn’t always work.

Sometimes you two would barely be able to see each other, missing one another due to your complicated relay race of a sleep schedule.

Today was one of those days.

Yesterday was your day off, but you had to get up early today to get to the Hunters Association on time, so you decided to catch up on some sleep and hit the hay early last night.

As Sylus had to get ready to leave, you had finished up your dinner.

Just as you got into the bedroom to call it a day, Sylus was heading out to tie up some loose ends.

With murmured declarations of love, you bid each other farewell. A quick kiss on the cheek, a soft peck on the lips and out the door he was and you were settling into bed.

Morning came rolling around, Sylus was taking longer than usual.

Before you knew it, you had to head out of the door, taking one of Sylus’s many cars to drive back to Linkon City,

not before sending him a quick text, though;

“I’ll get going now. Rest well, Sy!”

By the time he had gotten back to the base, you had long been gone.

He rubbed his eyes as he read your text.

Feeling groggy, he decided to skip his last meal and texted you back a good night message.

Once he had woken back up, he was half expecting you to be back, laying next to him but to his disappointment, you were no where in sight.

He headed to the kitchen as he checked the time.

5 pm. Surely you’d be coming back soon.

Sylus found Luke and Kieran lounging around the fridge and he quirked an eyebrow at them,

“You two usually don’t show your faces here, unless it’s time to eat.”

The twins looked at him, Luke scratching his neck and Kieran going back to looking around the kitchen,

“Well, boss…”

“Your bad luck struck again.”

“Very unfortunate, indeed.”

“Mhm, mhm!”

Sylus looked at them unimpressed, waiting for them to elaborate.

Luke and Kieran looked each other, silently trying to get the other to break the news to him.

“You see,”

“You might’ve just missed…”

“Miss hunter, boss-man.”

“Mhm, you totally missed her, boss.”

“She just left actually.”

Sylus could feel a headache forming, squinting his eyes at his henchmen.

“She was here? Why would she leave so soon, then?”

The twins shrugged in unison. Mumbling something about how unpredictable hunters were.

“She actually got here a few hours ago,”

“Said she didn’t wanna wake you.”

“Something about you needing the sleep.”

He heard one of them snicker, he couldn’t care enough to glare at the one who did.

Sylus ran a hand through his hair and a pointed look was enough to send the twins scurrying off.

He made a mental note to subtly complain to you about this later.

His mood souring after finding out he just missed you by a hair, he decided to have someone bring his breakfast up to his office, as he turned on his heel.

He spent the day in his office, working through a pile of reports and modifying Mephisto.

He sent you a few texts in between but gathered that you were busy, considering the lack of responses.

He was starting to think he shouldn’t have worked on Mephisto today, curious to see what you were up to, that was so much more important than answering his texts.

At around midnight, a knock resounded on his door.

“Come in.”

His hopes that it might just be you crushed, as he saw one of the twins walk in.

“Yo, boss-man, we were told to make sure you take a break. Instructions from the boss of all bosses.”

He placed a lunchbox on Sylus’s desk and disappeared as quickly as he had shown up.

Mephisto started cawing, reminiscing a laugh.

Sylus shut him up with a flicker of his gaze.

He reached for the black box and opened it.

His lips curled upwards into a half smirk as his eyes landed on the post-it note.

“The anticipation of seeing you later is driving me crazy.

Now, eat up!”

He could read you like an open book, even when you weren’t with him, yet having you be so open about your feelings made something inside of his chest bloom.

Even when you were busy, you still made sure to leave your mark on his day one way or another.

The soft look in his eyes was only ever reserved for you and he couldn’t wait to show it to you.

Don’t think he’ll forget about how you didn’t answer his texts, though.

Caleb

Growing up, Caleb always packed your school lunch.

He would cook for you whenever you were home.

And even when he wasn’t home, he’d make sure you were fed one way or another.

That habit never stopped as you two got older.

He loved cooking for you, it’s the reason he learned how to make all of your favourite dishes.

You always wanted to return the favour but a good moment never presented itself.

From starting college and becoming a pilot to becoming the Colonel of the Farspace Fleet, his discipline only increased and so did his love for you.

Just when on earth could you find the time to make food for a man who got up at the ass crack of dawn to work out and make you a nutritious breakfast.

Well, once you found out that this same disciplined man skipped his own meals in favour of getting his work done, you decided to step your game up.

You had it all planned out, you’d take a few days off without telling him, meal prepping for him and getting to his apartment in Skyhaven without telling him.

As you arrived at his place and unlocked the door, stepping inside, your phone vibrated.

“Whatcha up to, pips? ;)”

You squinted around the room trying to see if he had any cameras inside.

Arriving at the conclusion that he probably(hopefully) just got a notification from his door being unlocked, you texted him back.

“Got the day off, gonna wait here until you come back.”

You felt your phone vibrate a few more times after you tucked it back into your pocket, you made your way to his fridge.

Wishing he could see your face of absolute disbelief at the sight of his pathetic fridge.

Empty. Entirely empty, aside from a few apples.

Who lives like this?

Does this man live off of apples?!

You placed all the tupperware you had prepared ingredients in, in his fridge.

Some rice, boiled veggies and proteins.

You’d have to give him a good talking to about this later.

A weird feeling settled in your chest, realising he only really takes good care of himself when you’re around, which is also just a by-product of him taking care of you.

With a sigh you closed his fridge, one more lunchbox remaining at the bottom of your bag.

Still ignoring the messages he had sent you, you left his apartment again.

Caleb was lounging in his office, he still had some time before he had to attend another meeting with the other Colonels and their subordinates.

He was wondering why you weren’t answering him, he was about to check the cameras around his apartment, when a knock resounded in his office.

He put his phone away, knowing he was about to get busy again.

-

His authoritative steps echoing through the emptying hallway.

The nurses and soldiers hurrying off after seeing his annoyed expression.

He paid them no mind, as he unlocked the door to his office.

As soon as he stepped inside, he took his hat off, running a hand through his hair.

Caleb couldn’t care less what the other people working there thought of him.

He gets his work done and he gets it done well.

Nothing else mattered, yet he couldn’t help but feel annoyed at these stuck up old men who dared to doubt his capabilities, be it out of sheer jealous or fear.

They got another thing coming, if they think they could mess with him.

He doesn’t take lightly to his duties, and he doesn’t take lightly to protecting you.

You. That’s who all this was about.

He would put up with about anything, as long as it meant you’d be safe.

Because you were everything to him, his sweet pipsq-

He lost his train of thought as he spotted the silly lunchbox sitting on his desk.

A pattern of red and green apples on it, decorated with stickers that had started to wear off.

It’s your old lunchbox.

He looked around his office, a grin finding its way onto his lips.

You’ve always been a sly one.

He sat down in his chair, inspecting the childish box.

As he took a look inside he was hit by the smell of braised chicken wings.

But he immediately lost interest in the food as soon as he saw the note you had snuck inside of the box.

“Learned from the best.

Eat well and rest well, Caleb.

Or you’ll have to face my fury >:(“

He chuckled to himself, you managed to get into his office undetected, just to drop off some lunch for him?

Caleb loved taking care of you.

It’s what he lived for, but he couldn’t lie.

He liked the feeling of you looking out for him as well.

You always manage to make all his doubts and worries disappear.

He’ll have to get creative with thanking you later.

[necromancy-enthusiast]

To help everyone understand the gravity of the situation with Unity's recent bullshit, here are some games made in unity:

Cult of the Lamb

Bendy and the Ink Machine

Untitled Goose Game

Road 96

Cuphead

Power Wash Simulator

Genshin Impact

Getting Over It

Inside

Tem Tem

Kerbal Space Program 1

Kerbal Space Program 2

Rust

Rimworld

Outer Wilds

Dream Daddy

Thomas Was Alone

I Am Setsuna

Tunic

Night in the Woods

Pony Island

Return of the Obra Dinn

Among Us

Pokemon Go

Hollow Knight

Ori and the Blind Forest

Ori and the Willow of the Wisps

Vampire Survivors

Two Point Hospital

City Skylines

The Long Dark

Firewatch

Oxenfree

Subnautica

Subnautica: Below Zero

Fall Guys

Many, MANY MORE

Unless you only play tRIpLE A titles this will most likely affect a game you like. Hell, it can even affect really big games like Pokemon Go.

For a long time, starting years and years back, a lot of people have been talking about the preservation of games and being against moving to digital only games for reasons like this, and how the greed of various big companies in the game industry will negatively impact access to games and their preservation. It's happening. This will impact games that are already out. This will impact games being made. This will impact games made in the future. So if you care even a teensy tiny bit about a single game made in unity, or you care about the future of game development period, I suggest you pay very close attention.

A good article from an indie developer detailing the changes and exactly how it screws devs over:

[showing0resultsforsanity]

hang on, wait, wait, this faint memory popped into my head from the dr who episode where 10 gets poisoned with what I recall being cyanide - it was cyanide, right?

and one of the things he needed to do to not die was eat almonds, right?

so he needed to eat cyanide, to save himself from cyanide??

[kdh-tally]

Hi! I love your work! I was wondering if you could do a thing where the Saja Boys realize that being kpop idols was bit harder than they originally thought? Like debuting was easy but now that they've debuted they've got to deal with Dispatch and dating scandals and other things idols have to deal with!

Saja Boys Struggling with the Idol Life

Prompt : Saja Boys realising that being Kpop Idols weren't as easy as they thought.

Author's Note : So this might be a teensy tiny bit angsty but only cause i got super into it lol. Prior to this movie coming out I've been a mega kpop fan since like 2016 and completely adore everything about the kpop community except evil fans. I feel like i've seen my fair share of unfairness and just put all my frustration about what some idols deal with into this. Anyways, Enjoy!

The first few months after debut had felt like a dream. After getting past their initial issues with Huntr/x, the boys had a proper debut into kpop society. It was dizzying. A blur of encores, confetti, excited fans, and constant camera flashes that never seemed to end. They felt invincible. They were invincible. Hungry for fame, powered by an energy that was now being put to good use, excited to share their apparent talents with the world. After all, what was a six-hour schedule compared to centuries of the blood-soaked domain they used to live in?

But slowly, things changed, fans set higher expectations, critics got harsher. They were no longer the new and bright rookies. More groups made music, the Saja Boys were good but they weren’t the only boy band out there. Even their fans didn’t seem to help. They got more invested with the boys' lives, possessive over what they did and who they hung around. It was getting suffocating. 

Mystery sat slouched on the practice room floor, hoodie pulled up, hair hiding his face even though he was alone. He scrolled through the trending topics absently, thumb pausing at a familiar photo. It was of him at the gym, something their new manager had insisted all the boys do. He just so happened to have bumped into one of the female workers and someone had clipped it and made it out to be something it wasn’t.

The tags were misleading. 

#SAJABOYS_Mystery_DatingRumor #MysteryAndThePilatesGirl #DispatchAtItAgain

He exhaled through his nose. Quietly. Bitterly.

“You don’t even know her,” Baby muttered from beside him, Mystery hadn’t noticed him come in. 

“Try explaining that to twelve million people who already think they know everything about you.” the silver-haired boy sighed in response. He let the phone screen dim, the room sinking back into silence.

It wasn’t about the rumor.

It was about what came next. There would be comments dissecting his every move, fans creating timelines of when he must’ve "fallen in love", antis spinning it into him betraying the fans.. Even Zoey, who had also faced her fair share of dating rumors, had advised him to lay low for a bit. No solo lives, no fan interactions. “It’s best you let it blow over,” she’d said.

He wanted to tell everyone it was a lie. But what was the point of one person speaking amongst a crowd of yelling fans?

Romance stopped writing lyrics for the first time in weeks. His notebook remained open on his desk, pen idle.

He lay on his bed, watching some show Bobby recommended to him. His mind wasn’t on the movie though. He used to think emotions were a superpower. It was what he found most interesting about humans. That the overthinking, sensitivity, and deep craving to be seen was what made them unique. Was what made him unique. But now it felt like a trap. 

Every word he wrote was calculated. Will fans think this line is about someone? Will this become a scandal? Will they think I’m dating?

He couldn't even smile or zone out on live streams without worrying about whether someone would spin some fantasy made up tale in their minds about him thinking of someone else. It especially hurt to be told who he apparently loved by people who knew almost nothing about him. 

He had social media. He had seen the theories. Multiple fans claiming he had to be straight or gay or bisexual and many many others. He didn’t even know himself. He distanced himself from everyone, fearful of possibly being shipped with friends or even his bandmates. 

Even the fun stages weren’t fun anymore. He had once looked forward to the variety shows and challenges, but suddenly the hosts began asking personal and provoking questions. He’d started putting on smiles like makeup. Perfect, identical and completely fake.

As he moved to turn off the television, his room becoming engulfed in darkness, he remembered when they had just debuted. He missed those times. Where his biggest fear was if Mira would one day stab him with her guandao for flirting with her and not whether a sasaeng would break into his home. 

Jinu had always been the steady one. Their leader. Even when they fought he remained the glue of the group. Keeping them together both in demon form and as humans. But even he had a limit.

He stood in the dance studio well past midnight, practicing the same step again and again until his shoulder spasmed from the repetition. Not because he wasn’t getting it. But because he couldn’t afford to get it wrong.

Ever since their last stage, where a fan took a blurry photo of his hand coincidentally hovering a little too close to Rumi’s waist during a behind-the-scenes clip, he’d been trending for all the wrong reasons. Never mind that she was more than anyone would ever know to him. That they'd fought side by side in a war nobody even knew about. That he would give her every part of him if it meant seeing her smile.

It didn’t matter.

He was an idol now.

And idols don’t touch women.

He’d seen the magazines, blogs, articles written for anyone who was willing to listen. They painted him as an egoistical and cocky…. He couldn’t even bring himself to remember the words they used. It hurt too much to remember. 

Baby had taken his phone away, pleading with him to stay off the media. But he couldn’t help it. He was like an addict. He needed to know what the fans were thinking at all times. He needed to know who they thought he was.

He stopped dancing, turning to look at his reflection. Pale. Hollow-eyed. Chest heaving not from cardio but anxiety. He wasn’t sure who he was anymore.

Abby had it the worst.

Because unlike the others, Abby loved the attention. He needed it. Craved it. The cheers, the gasps, the fan edits with filters, it made everything feel more real to him.

But recently?

He’d been trending for laughing too much at a female MC’s joke, even though he genuinely found it hilarious. For standing too close to a back-up dancer. For wearing a shirt that fans claimed was from a "couple brand."

He was even shamed for what brought him the most joy. His muscles. He’d simply been on his way to the company gym one day, he and the other boys stayed far away from public ones after seeing what happened to Mystery. He took his regular spot, though a few other idols had been there as well, they were all friendly. 

Before he began his usual workout, he’d taken a little selfie. His shirt lifted provocatively to reveal his abs and everything. He posted it on his personal instagram story, thinking he’d given fans content for the day. 

Sure he’d put on a little weight but it was barely noticeable. The group was on a well deserved break and he was taking the time to truly take care of himself, even if that meant eating a bit more junk food than he should have.

He hadn’t expected the scrutiny. He’d seen multiple comments and videos going on about how he must have gotten lazy, about how fans missed when he was muscular, how he now looked overweight.

“I haven’t even eaten this week!” he exploded, throwing his jacket onto the dorm floor. “I had one stupid burger and that was it!”

Mira, who was visiting, tried to calm him down. “Abby, you know they don’t mean harm—”

“Then why does it feel like I can’t breathe without someone twisting it into a crime?” he deflated. 

She couldn’t answer. She simply wrapped him up in a tight hug as he broke down.

Baby stayed quiet most days. He was less snarky, didn’t go live as much, hung out less with Zoey and Rumi. It wasn’t because he didn’t care, but because he did. Just too much.

He watched all of his hyungs fall apart. He saw the way Jinu stayed up at night, scrolling through hate threads. The way Romance flinched when asked about “his type.” The way Mystery held his breath when female staff passed by. The way Abby was way less boisterous than usual.

Unfortunately he too had his own issues. People that were supposed to be his fans had begun to turn on him. Claiming he acted too much like a child. Claiming he needed to grow up. 

At first he had rolled his eyes, he wasn’t even that childish. People just seemed to enjoy placing the cutest member into the baby category. He didn’t want to let it get to him but he had gotten conscious of every move he made. He remembered Zoey calling it Paranoia. 

He didn’t eat on camera, as people flamed him for enjoying a strawberry. He didn’t play around with his hyungs as much. He didn’t even play into the whole aegyo thing anymore. 

And Baby hated it. Sure he didn’t care for acting childish but it had gotten fun. And now all the fun was sucked out of it simply because a few people decided they didn’t want him to act that way anymore.

He hated how self conscious he got. He hated how he felt like he couldn’t tell his group members in fear of adding more to their plate. It was suffocating. 

None of them had signed up for this.

Debuting had been easy.

It was staying on top that was killing them.

They had fought hunters and hellfire. Survived bloodshed and sacrifices. But nothing, not even Huntr/x, as experienced as they were, had prepared them for a world where they were no longer allowed to be human.

Where love was a scandal.

Where exhaustion was an attitude.

Where silence was considered ungrateful.

Later that week, they sat in their dorm in silence. No social media playing, no scrolling through the hate threads. It was just them, all together for the first time in days. Just boys who used to be monsters, now pretending to be perfect.

“We used to fight to survive,” Mystery spoke, breaking the silence.

“Now we’re just surviving to be liked.” Romance mumbled in resentment as he fidgeted with his bracelets. No one spoke for a while. Each boy struggled to swallow the truth that had been facing them the entire time.

Then Jinu nodded. “But we chose to keep doing this.” They all looked at him in disdain. “We agreed to do this because we wanted to show the girls that we were something good. And now we have to show that to everyone else too. We’re tired, yeah. But… maybe that’s part of being an idol.”

Baby groaned in annoyance, but a small smile, the first real one anyone had seen from him in weeks, tugged on his lips. “Why do you sound like a motivational speaker?”

Abby snorted. “Because he’s right.” It was true. Jinu did motivate them into joining his demon boy-band in the first place. 

“So what now?” Romance smiled with exhaustion.

Jinu stood up. “We rest. We take care of each other. Then we get back on stage. Because we owe it to ourselves.”

Slowly, they stood too.

Because if they had learned one thing from their past life, it was that you don’t stop fighting just because the enemy looks different.

[pocket-goat]

finished COTL doodle page that got only a teensy bit out of hand!

its mostly narilamb but i had to throw leshy in there with his silly cat,,, and a tiny itty bitty heket

[justwonder113]

Han drunkenly confessing to you

Inspired by this ask

Summary: When Chan calls you at 2 am to pick up drunk han because he is asking for you the last thing you expect is for Han to confess his love for you. warnings: CHAOS! Idiots to lovers, (Both reader and Han(mostly Han) are idiots.) Reader is gender neutral. Cursing to no one's surprise. Kissing. Han being somewhat drunk. Teensy tiny amount of angst. Reader almost having a mental breakdown from all the chaos. Somewhat proofread. let me know if I missed anything A/N- Happy new year lovelies! I wish you all the best! Please take care of yourselves and drink lot's of water. Thank you all for all the love and support you have given me, it really means a lot to me. Word count- 2.4 k

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You know how people put most bizarre things in their resumes? Like stuff they only did once and they wrote it down like they had some kind of PhD in that field? Well next time you if you decided to change jobs or just apply to a new one you would write down that you had an experience and could deal with being friends with Han Fucking Jisung! That is if he survived this day. Because what do you mean you were heading out to get his drunk ass home because this grown ass man was actually crying and asking for you in the damn club at two fucking am! You were so beating his ass once he got sober.

You were seeing such a great dream too. You and Han were actually together and didn’t have this weird ass relationship you two had right now where there were no literal boundaries and you didn’t have to question every day If he was returning the feelings or if you were delusional and he was just extra friendly and overall simply comfortable with you. He was quite touchy and flirty with boys too after all. So you could imagine how much headache this could bring in.

 Anyway, to stop with your let’s just say unfortunate love life and get to the point you were pissed. You really were looking forward after a shitty week sleeping in and actually resting. That’s why you didn’t go to the club with the boys in the first place. How much did he actually drink to be actually crying and asking for you? What was he, a toddler asking for his mommy? Or better yet what was up with you being actually in love with this man?

The club was quite crowded for 2 am. The neon lights of reds blues and greens kept flashing rhythmically. The shouts of laughter and the hum of conversation mixed with the music creating a bit of chaos but well it was a normal atmosphere for a club. As soon as you walked in the smell of cocktails mixed with perfume and sweat of the crowd immediately hit you. It was a bit headache inducing but it was tolerable, as long as you left soon. You started searching for your friends with your eyes which was quite hard at first the crowd really kept shifting and mingling with each other. People really looked like they were having time of their life and you, with the, I just woke up and I’m mad as hell face, surely sticked out like a sore thumb.

Thankfully you found the boys quickly. It wasn’t hard giving they were loudest in the whole establishment as always. They were by the entrance and thankfully everyone looking ready to leave.

As for the man child who was the main reason you were here in the first place, he was clinging to Minho yapping about something. He wasn’t crying now but his eyes really looked puffy and red. Honestly how much did he drink? Others looked normal. Well tired like they were already hungover but still normal. Minho really looked like he was seconds away from smacking him. Yes smacking him, he even managed to rile Minho up. God, what a lightweight.

Han must have noticed you because one second you were looking at his face light up and him call you baby on top of his lungs and the next second he was basically on top of you. He literally hugged you witch such force it was a miracle you were standing on your feet and didn’t fall over.

“Han be careful!” You hear Chan warn him, he sounded tired.

“I’m fine.” You mustered to croak out once Han let go a bit to check if you were fine, he still returned to hugging you but at least you could breathe now. He really must have missed you. God you really wanted to kiss him. All your anger and grumpiness immediately flew out the window. Good for him he was so cute or else you would have smacked his head for bringing you here. “How are you Hannie? A little birdie told me you were asking for me.”

Han looked at you with his wide boba eyes, his lips jutted out in the cutest pout ever. “Better now that you’re here. They are literally so mean baby, I’m glad you’re here. You’re my favorite.”- Han whined out and hugged you again. You looked at others who looked so done, only Minho looked bemused, he held his phone up and recorded Han whine to you. You looked at him with raised eyebrow as you patted Han’s back to calm him down.

Minho only shrugged, “I’m showing this to him when he asks me for something. You’re in charge now since you’re his favorite.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. “Babe we both know that your softie ass is immediately going to cave in and do what he wants anyway.”

Minho glared at you, unamused by your comment but you didn’t really pay any mind to it, you had your attention to Han who stopped hugging you and went to Felix instead. He looked like he was about to start crying again any second now.

“Hannie baby what’s wrong?”

“You hate me!” His bold statement was followed by the most dramatic sob and collective sighs of being done from his friends.

“Why would you think that?” You were genuinely so confused. You had no idea what you did wrong.

Han glared at you for a second and returned to hugging Felix who was barely holding his laughter in. Not much to your surprise he quickly gave in. “You called Minho babe. You’re basically replacing me, you really must hate me.”

What now? You couldn’t help but blink in confusion because what the fuck was up with that logic. You really looked at him with a deadpan expression before the realization of what he said really dawned on you.

You tried, you really tried to hold your face together and not just burst out laughing, but you’re only just a human after all.

With the most teasing voice and biggest smile ever you used the chance to tease him, because let’s be real, pouty and sulky Han is the cutest Han. “Are you jealous baby?”

Han gasped and let go of Felix, he actually looked at you like he was mad now. Mad and maybe seconds away from crying which harshly puled on your heartstrings.

“I am! I’ve been in love with you for years and you’re calling Minho babe here!” He yelled and stormed off outside the club leaving you there shocked not knowing what to do. The boys also looked like they didn’t know what to do, only Minho was laughing his ass off and Hyunjin also looked like he was barely holding in his laughter in.

So he was jealous.

Oh.

Oh.

He said he loved you.

Han Jisung said he loved you.

The Han Jisung loved you.

He returned your feelings.

The boy you had been in love with for ages loved you back.

“HAN JISUNG GET YOUR ASS HERE!” You yelled as you chased after him. All seven of the boys cheering after you and encouraging you to get him. You would get to them later.

Thankfully he hadn’t gotten far, it might have taken you a second or two to let everything sink in. Han was closeby sitting on the sidewalk, pretty tears running down his rosy cheeks, what a silly boy, he even forgot to bring his jacket. You sat close to him thinking for a second of what to say to him, while also trying to warm him with your body head. He looked cold.

“If you want to tease me please go inside. I already feel like shit.” His voice was so raw and he looked so pained. It really hurt to see him like this. He sighed. “I need a minute okay? I will be fine I’m not that drunk anymore.” He took a pause. “I mean how can I be after the shit I said, God I am stupid!” You watched a tear run down his face. Before you could even realize what you were doing you reached and gently brushed away the tear. Han looked at you with tearful eyes.

“Maybe but who am I to judge? I mean, I didn’t even realize that my best friend, the man I had been in love with for god knows how long actually returns my feelings.”

God you said it. You actually admitted your feelings.

A pause.

Oh no, was he regretting it?

Was it something he just said because he was drunk?

You were startled out of your thoughts when Han literally slapped both of his cheeks. His skin immediately flushed angry red.

“What the fuck are they putting in these drinks? Actually making me hallucinate and shit.” Was he for real? You couldn’t hold yourself back so you smacked his arm.

Ignoring his whining you quickly got up and started to yell. “Han Jisung I did not just say I’m in love with you for you to think this is some kind of fucking hallucination! Do you know how much courage it takes to actually admit your feelings?” Han looked at you with wide eyes for a second then quickly got up too almost losing his balance for a second.

“Wait are you for real? You love me? You mean it?” - He asked with trembling voice.

You couldn’t believe your ears. “Of course I mean it? How can I joke about something like that?”

A second passed then two.

“Dude are you kidding me? How are you in love with me. Do you have no standards? You’re like a fucking deity, someone people should fucking worship the fuck you mean you love me? Raise your standards!”

God you needed to be paid for this shit but no amount would be enough. This whole situation made you want to pull your hair out one by one, or maybe scream on top of your lungs, or maybe actually hit him because what the fuck was this?

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME?” You actually couldn’t help but yell, you didn’t give a crap that you were in the middle of street and it was 2 am and maybe some people were actually asleep.

“NO?”

“I WILL ACTUALLY BEAT YOUR ASS!” You took a deep breath. You reminded yourself that he was somewhat drunk. You needed to stay calm for your own sanity at least. “Han when people tell you that they love you back you at least should be grateful that they return your feelings. The last thing you want to do is to tell them to raise their standards. Because frankly all I wanted to kiss you but now all I’m thinking about is how to hold back and not to beat your ass! You’re literally perfect what the fuck are you on about?”

You watched as the biggest grin appeared on his face. It was like his whole mood shifted. “You want to kiss me?” Okay you really wanted to hit your head against a wall now.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of this whole situation. “Do you only hear what you want to hear?”

Jisung, still grinning got closer to you and wrapped his arms around your waist. “Maybe.” -he mused. “All I heard is that you want to kiss me. And I have wanted to know what it is like to kiss you since I met you. You don’t know how irresistible you are.” His voice was so sweet and tender your heart was going crazy. And it didn’t help when he leaned in and put his forehead against yours.

“I could say the same to you dumbass.” You sighed against his lips. When did he even get so close?

“Can I kiss you?” Han asked as his gaze kept shifting from your lips to your eyes.

Feeling impatient to actually answer you grabbed him by his cheeks and finally connected your lips.

Kissing him was so much better than you could have thought. His lips were cold and chapped but they felt so nice as they moved against yours. You couldn’t help but sigh in pleasure. You didn’t know who deepened the kiss but soon your tongue met his and you almost melted. He tasted so sweet. You could even taste fruity cocktails he must have had earlier on his lips. But there was something more, something purely just Han, which made you fall in love with him even deeper if it was possible. You could already feel yourself getting addicted to kissing him.

Soon you had to lean back for some air, seeing Han whine and actually chase after your lips made you smile, your heart feeling whole. You didn’t even remember why you were mad earlier. You just gazed at him lovingly his arms tight around you as your hands were still on his cheeks. His cheeks felt so warm against your cold hands, it must’ve still stung from his slap. You tried to soothe it as you gently caressed his skin. Loving how he leaned into the touch. Shaking your head a bit. Not in a million years could you imagine something like this could happen to you. Life sure is full of mysteries.

You two were brought back to reality by cheers and hollers of your forgotten friends. Oops? You immediately covered your face leaning into the hug more to hide, unable to look any of them in the eyes, feeling beyond embarrassed. Han chuckled and hugged you closer.

“This had to be one of the most painful confessions I have ever seen.” Seungmin deadpanned as others kept clapping and cheering for you.

“Like you had seen a lot of them.” Minho quipped back quickly.

“At least they finally got it over with.” Hyunjin chipped in.

“Tell me about it, it was painful to watch them.” Now it was Innie’s time to say something. Did they all have to say something?

“Oh by the way I recorded all of this, I’m playing this at your wedding.” Felix waved his phone.

Chan grinned. “Or we can show it to their children in the future.” He teased as Changbin cackled like a possessed witch.

God you were so done with these clowns.

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[dragon-ascent]

When Zhongli comes home from work, he sometimes turns into Chonkli to unwind.

"Welcome home!" No sooner do you say that, than your dear husband sets aside his satchel, shrugs off his coat and is already making his way to you - in his tiny dragon form - paws going pitter-patter along the floorboards. You laugh as he leaps into your arms, cuddling you contentedly. His tail wiggles rapidly (but not enough to propel him into the air) as he licks your cheek.

It's very cute, but sometimes he can get...a teensy bit clingy.

Petting and cuddling him for a few minutes isn't enough, no. You're only done when he decides you're done. If you lift your hand from him for even a second, he'd wrap his tail around your wrist and bring it back down. He'll even flop onto his back so you can give him some well-deserved belly rubs. (He sometimes even expects some chin scritches when he's back in human form later that night, like he's briefly forgotten what body he's in. You oblige either way.)

When he's Chonkli, decorum seems to be a foreign concept. He'll happily cling to your leg as you walk, softly nibbling on your ankles occasionally. If you say it tickles, he'll do it more. If you don't react, he'll slide off you sadly and saunter away, robbed of attention. (Not really; he comes back a minute later to paw at you with some incessant mrrrps.)

You'd have your nose in a book and he'd climb onto your head and sit there, purring. That's all well and good until he caresses your face with his tail fluff. You'd gently lift him off your head. "Zhongzhong, one sec, I'm at a really juicy plot point-"

His disappointed whine cuts you off, and you can only watch as he plops himself flat across the book on your lap like an adamant little pancake. His smug stare seems to say, 'I'd like to see you try reading now.'

Sighing, you concede and pet him to his heart's content. "Fiiine. Here's that attention you wanted."