#to THIS... so much love and support and encouragement!!!

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I love Superboys switch but it's hard to read even with the chrono link, like I think it's still out of order? 😭😭😭

ah, yeah, sorry about that; a few of my older WIPs start kinda out of order or are missing chunks 'cuz originally I was NOT intending to do the "just update all the time on Tumblr all in order actually and then put it on AO3 later" approach, hah.

but I can get in my onion man era for u, fren, me and this read-more, we got u, fren 💗🧅💗:

Jon had a great childhood right up until he had a horrible one, which is something he tries not to dwell too much on. 

It's also something that's a little harder not to dwell on than usual while standing in front of the only other Kryptonian-human hybrid he's ever met, who's twelve years old if he's a day. 

Literally. Literally this kid is both twelve years old and also just a day, because Jon and Jay and Damian apparently walked right into the middle of this weird cloning scheme that no one in Cadmus wants to explain the purpose of to them. 

So, like, that's not screamingly suspicious or anything. 

"Hi, kid," Jon tries. The baby clone wearing his dad's twelve year-old face just stares up at him from the bottom of the shattered remnants of the cloning tube that Jon maaaaaybe shouldn't have punched quite so hard. 

"We could eliminate the staff and destroy the evidence," Damian suggests from where he's standing by the nearest computer with Jay, which is not actually the kind of thing that Damian suggests anymore. Like, ever. It makes Jon more than a little bit concerned about what's on that computer. 

"Less murder in the plan, please," he requests, not quite able to take his eyes off the kid with, again, his dad's face. And also Ultraman's face. But he tries to concentrate on the "Dad" part of that observation, for obvious reasons. "Although I'm still open to destruction." 

"Any witness to the clone's existence is a threat to its autonomy and survival," Damian says as the staff members tied up in the corner all look very, very nervous. "Frankly the only compelling argument not to execute these contemptible excuses for sapient life is the risk of inciting trauma in the clone. I recommend covering its eyes at a minimum, depending on its currently developed powerset and any potential X-ray vision or enhanced senses that it may possess." 

"Not to encourage Nightwing's less Batman-approved instincts, buuuuut I just read, like . . . everything they were planning to do to this kid once they cracked that cloning tube," Jay says, eyeing the computer screen very, very darkly. "So we are treading a bit dangerously close to 'how many lives are worth this kid's freedom?', and to be honest the math does not support the assholes in the lab coats in this particular equation." 

"That doesn't make sense," the clone says as he gets to his feet in the tube and starts distractedly pulling off the genuinely alarming amount of machinery hooked up to him, looking puzzled. "The staff would be way harder to replace than me. They're, like, real people." 

. . . Jon reconsiders the merits of the murder plan. Just, like . . . just a little bit. Just a touch. 

"That is a logical conclusion to reach, given both the bias and inadequacy of the information that you have been presented with," Damian allows, and if Damian is actually being patient with somebody who is so objectively wrong in cold blood and without so much as a derisive aside or judgmental look, then Jon really doesn't want to know what's on that computer terminal. Like, holy shit, not ever. He'd like to keep some scrap of faith in humanity, thanks. "Counterpoint: the staff members do not deserve their lives." 

"Please don't teach my baby brother that," Jon says, already resigned to spending the better part of the next decade getting that particular sentiment out of the kid's head. "Or my . . . baby uncle, maybe, I don't know. Maybe we'll just start with 'baby cousin' and go from there." 

"Maybe he's your baby dad?" Jay suggests with a snicker. 

The clone . . . blinks. 

"I'm a clone," he says, looking perplexed. 

"We know, kid," Jon says, wondering why the kid thinks that's currently relevant as he takes off his cape. Said kid is naked except for the last couple of machines and wires that he's still working his way out of, so yeah, it's definitely time to take off his cape and wrap him up in some basic decency. "Are you cold?" 

"Dunno," the clone says, frowning consideringly. "What's 'cold' feel like?" 

Jon, again, revisits the merits of murder. Just like . . . just a couple of them. That's all. 

"I forget," he admits. "I kind of haven't been cold for a decade or so." 

"I maaaaay kind of also forget," Jay says with a wince. "These days I tend to just reflexively stop being tangible when I start getting chilly, it's actually really inconvenient?" 

"It is utterly inconvenient to be invulnerable to both freezing to death and the effects of hypothermia, yes," Damian says dubiously. "There are multiple degrees of 'cold', clone, but Superman is currently referencing a basic discomfort. Physical responses to it include goosebumps and shivering. A prickling sensation is not uncommon." 

"Please stop calling him 'clone'," Jon says as it belatedly occurs to him that said clone does not speak Nightwing-ese and might be taking that the wrong way. "And 'it', while we're at it." 

Also maybe he should stop thinking of the kid as "the clone" himself, come to think. 

". . . you're Superman?" The kid frowns up at Jon skeptically. "You don't look like you look in my head." 

Jon doesn't even want to understand that sentence. 

"There's two of us," he says. "You're probably thinking of my dad. He's the one they cloned you from. Although I don't actually know why, because you're apparently a hybrid and if they specifically wanted a hybrid I'm already one? Like, just cloning me instead seems a whole lot simpler than mixing up their own DNA cocktail and just hoping it worked out." 

"Sir said your mother's genetic material was 'clearly the inferior option'," the kid says, making air-quotes with his fingers. 

Jon wonders who the hell taught the day-old baby clone about air-quotes, of all things, but mostly is just kind of annoyed to hear that there's a probable-supervillain somewhere out there judging his mom's DNA. Like, fuck that guy, whoever the fuck he is. For one thing, genetic material is so unimportant to somebody turning out a decent person, and for another, his mom is genetically a badass anyway, so like . . . seriously, again, fuck that guy. 

"Inferior to whose?" Jay asks, which is a very good question, actually, and definitely reminds Jon why they bring him along for these things more and more often these days. 

"Sir's," the kid says. 

"And does 'Sir' have a name?" Damian asks, the lenses of his mask narrowing. "Preferably first, middle, and last." 

"I guess?" the kid says with a shrug. "Probably. Most people have 'em, right? Like, the real ones, I mean. But everybody just called him 'Sir' when he was here." 

"What did he look like?" Jay asks. 

"An asshole. Which, now that I'm thinking about it, 'Asshole' is a way better thing to call him than 'Sir'," the kid muses consideringly. Jay chokes on a laugh. Damian looks exasperated by the lack of intel. The staff just seems very, very nervous. And Jon . . . 

Jon is kind of comforted, actually. This kid was grown in a tube and force-fed who the fuck knows what kind of information, but he sounds nothing like Jon would expect from someone born and "raised" in a lab environment. Like, he isn't sure how the kid could sound less like he belonged in a lab environment. 

So that's . . . yeah. That's definitely comforting, Jon thinks, and doesn't think about volcanos at all. 

"Here," he says, holding his cape out to the kid and getting a blank look in return. The kid, admittedly, doesn't seem to be all that concerned about standing around naked in a room full of other people. Seeing as he was basically just assembled in a lab in roughly twenty hours and he's literally never worn anything that wasn't life support, Jon guesses that makes sense. 

Definitely another "merits of murder" thing, though. 

"What am I supposed to do with that?" the kid asks skeptically as he looks at the cape. 

"Not be naked, mostly," Jon says. 

"Oh," the kid says, then makes a face. "Don't you have anything . . . else?" 

Jon supposes there are worse behavioral issues than a physiological twelve year-old being picky about what he wears, all things considered. 

"Uh . . . let me check," he says, and gives the immediate area a quick X-ray vision scan. Mostly he finds scrubs and lab coats–which, no–but there's a closet halfway down the hall which looks like it has civilian clothes in it, for whatever reason. 

Jon doesn't know the reason, but also doesn't care. He just zips down to the closet, grabs everything inside at super-speed, and zips back to dump the whole pile of it on top of the nearest desk. 

"Take your pick," he says, figuring giving the kid options can't hurt. Also, giving the kid options is probably like . . . a moral imperative, at this point. 

"Sick," the kid says, his eyes gleaming as he just shy of literally pounces on the pile. 

"Why does it speak like that?" Damian asks, looking suspicious. 

"Please stop calling him 'it'," Jon repeats in exasperation. Damian shoots him an annoyed look. 

"Oh, and 'him' is somehow more appropriate?" he asks dubiously. 

"I–how is that even a question?!" Jon demands incredulously, staring back at him. 

"Because it is twenty-one hours old and cannot possibly know its gender yet," Damian says. Jon . . . pauses. 

". . . 'they', Nightwing," he says finally, rubbing at the bridge of his nose. At least he knows Damian's been doing his allyship research, he guesses. "If you don't know somebody's gender, it's 'they'." 

"I'm cool with Nightwing calling me 'it', actually," the kid puts in conversationally as he shakes out–as they shake out a random T-shirt and make a face at it, apparently finding it . . . somehow offensive, Jon doesn't really know how. It's just a plain white T-shirt. "I don't know if I have a gender or whatever but I like that he thought about it. But if anybody in a lab coat ever calls me 'it' again, I'm disassembling them." 

The staff all cringes. 

That seems like weird phrasing, Jon thinks, trying not to frown. Like–"disassembling"? That's weird, right? 

Then again, so is the kid. 

"I know Nightwing is threatening to set a terrible example but please don't actually try to murder anyone," he says. 

"Can I disassemble them if I let them live?" the kid bargains. Jon does not want to understand that question. 

"No," he says. "Just–don't disassemble people at all, please." 

"Unless it's self-defense," Jay says. "Like, if they're gonna kill you otherwise. Then disassemble away." 

"Or unless it is in defense of someone else's life," Damian says. "That would also be acceptable." 

"They're twenty-one hours old, you two, it's a little soon to be introducing major ethical dilemmas," Jon says, eyeing them both. Jay and Damian never get along this well when he wants to just hang out with them both at the same time, no. Teaching the baby clone when it's appropriate to kill people, though, that's apparently fine. 

Jesus, why is he even surprised? 

"It is an untrained and inexperienced child that was produced in a laboratory by people who will presumably wish to recover it post-extraction," Damian says, giving him an unimpressed look. "It cannot be held to the same standards of morality as an active superhero." 

"Definitely not," Jay agrees. "And like, we have no idea when said people might show up, so better to make sure the kid knows how to handle the possibility straight off." 

"Is this leather?" the kid asks with no apparent concern about any of that, their eyes lighting up as they hold up a black jacket to inspect. They're still completely naked and still very obviously don't care. 

"Looks like it," Jon says, giving said jacket a puzzled glance. It is leather, yeah. It's also covered in metal studs and mismatched pins and random punk-looking patches, absolutely none of which are related to a single band that Jon has ever once listened to. It doesn't look very professional, but maybe it belongs to an intern. Or, like, a janitor or something. 

In absolute and entire irony, there's also a crest of El patch stitched to one of the shoulders. Maybe whoever owns it thought that was funny or something. 

Prick. 

"I wanna wear this," the kid says firmly, hugging the jacket to their chest. 

"Pants will also be necessary," Damian informs them. "And ideally a shirt." 

"Yeah, I'm on it," the kid says, then returns their attention to the clothing pile. Jon has literally never met a kid who responded so well to Nightwing, of all people. Batman? Yes. Spoiler or Redbird? Sure. But Nightwing? 

Damian has literally had to knock kids out so they wouldn't freak out too bad for him to save them. Like, as a whole recurring thing. Which probably hasn't helped him reduce the need to knock kids out in general, Jon is pretty sure, but is in fact a fact all the same. 

Knocking out a Kryptonian kid would probably be harder to pull off, admittedly, even for Damian, so this is definitely for the best. 

It's still really, really weird to witness, though. 

The kid digs up a pair of beat-up jeans and a black T-shirt with an obnoxiously bright hot pink print on it that says "LIVE WEIRD" that they apparently consider acceptable and puts both on. The clothes are way too big, but there's a studded leather belt that Jon is gonna put even money on belonging to the owner of the leather jacket, so that should keep the jeans up and the kid can roll up the cuffs. Though the T-shirt is just gonna have to do its best, Jon guesses. There is absolutely nothing to do about socks or shoes or underwear, but he figures those aren't really that important right now anyway. 

The jacket actually fits the kid okay, surprisingly, so whoever it belongs to must be on the smaller side. It's definitely still too big for them, but more in a "they'll grow into it" kind of way than the jeans and T-shirt are. 

The kid grins when they put the jacket on, visibly preening, and Jon immediately decides that he is going to buy every single album that every single one of the bands on it has ever dropped. There is zero reason to make that decision, since who knows if the kid is even gonna like music at all, much less specifically like anything punk, but Jon decides it anyway. It's a thing and it's happening, that's just how it is and is gonna be. He is taking this kid home with him and they're going straight to the first streaming app Jon sees on his phone and just going from there. 

Also, he's introducing them to Ma Kent's apple pie and neapolitan ice cream and Dad's spaghetti recipe and all the joys of junk food and, like . . . he doesn't even know what else. TV? Movies? Gender studies? Probably gender studies would be helpful right now, considering. 

And Krypto. Definitely Krypto. Jon is gonna whistle for Krypto immediately after they get out of this stupid godforsaken lab. 

"How do I look?" the kid asks with a grin, tugging at their lapels. 

"Peculiar," Damian says. Jon nearly smacks him. 

"Anti-establishment," Jay says with a grin of his own. The kid laughs. "Wanna break a lab with us?" 

"But you already broke in," the kid says, tilting their head in confusion. 

"Yeah, but we didn't teach you how to commit arson yet," Jay replies reasonably, and the kid's eyes light up in both immediate understanding and very unsubtle excitement. And, well . . . 

Jon wasn't necessarily gonna burn down all of Cadmus, but also no way is he letting Damian and Jay end up the kid's favorites this easy. Like, that is just not happening. 

So yes, Cadmus is officially about to be ashes. Whole thing, top to bottom. 

Although– 

"We’re not telling Dad about any theoretical arson,” Jon says reflexively. “Or Batman.” 

“If my father does not comprehend the necessity of arson in this situation, then he is a disappointment to the cowl,” Damian retorts dubiously, very clearly rolling his eyes behind his mask as he fishes a fistful of tiny black cube-shaped pellets out of his belt that Jon doesn’t recognize the design of but is positive are incendiary. “Arson is the most efficient way to destroy as much evidence as possible and make certain nothing critical is missed. Aside from murdering the staff, of course.” 

“We are not murdering the staff, Nightwing,” Jon reiterates, pinching the bridge of his nose with a sigh. Damian looks unconvinced. 

“You’re kinda a stick in the mud, aren’t you, dude,” the kid observes, peering up at him critically. Jon has absolutely no way to process someone calling him a stick in the mud compared to Damian, even when said someone is less than a day old. That’s just–no, he really can’t handle that right now. 

Also, dammit. This is not going to help him earn “favorite” status, is it. 

“Superman’s just having a bit of a day, kid,” Jay says with a snicker. He’s sleeping on the couch tonight, Jon internally swears to himself. He’s never actually followed through on that promise, but tonight he’s gonna. 

Admittedly, probably they’re both gonna be sleeping on the pull-out tonight because the kid’s going to be crashing in their bed until Jon gets enough distance from this situation to figure out how to explain this situation to his dad and what the hell to even actually do with the kid, but that’s besides the point. Still counts, probably. Somehow. Technically. 

“Technically correct” is still correct, alright? 

. . . god, what are they going to do with this kid? Aside from keep them, obviously, but keep them where? How are his parents going to explain an extra kid who looks exactly like Dad just showing up out of nowhere? They already had to deal with not being able to explain him after he was timeline-displaced, and just . . . 

This kid isn’t even as old as Jon would be right now if he’d aged in time with his original timeline. Barely any older than Jon was leaving the timeline, in fact. 

Maybe even the same age, he thinks, and then forces himself not to think about it. 

( they’re less than a day old, and they look THIS old. how many years is that? how much of a childhood did they lose? how much– ) 

Jon forces himself not to think about it. 

“I really don’t think not committing murder is being a stick in the mud,” he says, and the kid snorts and then floats up a couple feet into the air, half-tucking their feet under themself as they do. Jon–frowns, for a second. That looks . . . something about how they’re flying looks a little off, for some reason. Like–different from how it looks when Dad and Aunt Kara do it, and different from how it feels when he does it. 

Then again, the kid’s two seconds into flying, so it’s kind of ridiculous of him to assume they’d do it exactly right straight off the bat. 

“Being a stick in the mud is just, like, a vibe, dude,” the kid informs him matter-of-factly, then floats over towards Jay and peers over his shoulder at the screen, then immediately looks bored by whatever’s on it and looks around the lab instead. They still sound nothing like Jon would expect someone made in a lab to sound, and his gut twists a little. 

But also, whatever’s on that screen already made Damian suggest committing multiple murders, and the kid just looks bored about it, one way or the other, so . . . 

So Jon doesn’t know how he feels about that, exactly. A kid who doesn’t sound like they came from a lab and doesn’t act like they came from a lab, but also doesn’t seem even slightly concerned by whatever made Damian seriously consider committing murder again and did not make Jay dissuade him from said consideration. 

It definitely makes him want to get said kid the hell out of this miserable excuse for a basement, though. 

“Just–you guys figure out the theoretical arson, I’ll figure out what to do about the staff, alright?” he says, sighing again. He can probably toss them all in a transport vehicle or two and then just carry those straight to the police while Damian and Jay watch the kid, he figures. Which isn’t great for a “you should send these people to jail” thing, admittedly, so maybe he should actually call the League and see who’s available to help Jay strip the data for damning evidence while removing any damning DNA or anything like that. Or, like, whatever they need right now. 

“I still consider what to do about the staff a fairly simple equation,” Damian mutters under his breath as the kid turns upside-down in the air behind him and peers at the heavy hood of his cape and the sword slung across his back. It’s a sakabato–a reverse blade katana, he means–and the reason that Jon is under pain of kryptonite not allowed to tell Batman anything about anime, like . . . literally ever. It just looks like a normal katana visually, though, especially when it’s sheathed, so he’s not sure why the kid looks so puzzled about– 

“Why’s your sword sharpened on the wrong side, anyway?” the kid asks, frowning in bemusement, and Damian pauses. 

Jon pauses, because Damian’s sakabato sheath is lead-lined. Mostly so he has a quick supply of lead in emergencies these days and less because he doesn’t want Jon to know what’s in it, but it’s definitely still lead-lined. There’s no way the kid could’ve seen through it, so how . . . ? 

“It allows the weapon to be used nonlethally,” Damian replies, watching the kid with a neutral expression that screams “suspicion” on a Bat. “As well as making the decision to slay a foe a more deliberate choice, as the weapon must be wielded backwards to cut.” 

“Doesn’t that mean the sharp side’s always pointing towards you?” the kid says, wrinkling their nose. “And like, isn’t it way harder using it backwards, if you gotta?” 

“Yes,” Damian says. “That is the point. The weapon is a handicap meant to prevent me from inflicting a mortal wound in any way but deliberately, and to also make that wound more difficult to inflict even once I choose to.” 

“. . . that is so badass, oh my god,” the kid mutters under their breath. 

Jon is still concerned about how the kid found out about Damian’s sword being a sakabato, since if Cadmus had told them he’d think they’d have at least had theories for why it was a thing, but also is now significantly less optimistic about his chances of ending up the kid’s favorite. 

Yeah, he should’ve absolutely told Batman about anime when he was still young enough to get away with it being an “accidental” slip of the tongue and embarrassed Damian out of ever using the damn thing in the field. Like, ever. 

“It is merely the most effective tool I have found to reinforce my moral standards while remaining pragmatic,” Damian replies. “And to assure that those standards will be upheld.” 

“So badass,” the kid mutters again, very feelingly. Jon is increasingly concerned about what kind of an influence Damian is going to have on this kid. Just–the kid is really responding way too well to Damian, and maybe it’s an unfair thought but that just cannot be a good sign in the long-term. 

It also makes Jon a little . . . uneasy, for the kid to respond so well to Damian. It just might imply some things about what this kid is like, whether they sound like they belong in a lab or not. But also, Jon personally got along with Damian before the damn volcano, so he doesn’t have all that much room to talk. 

. . . well, for a given value of “got along”, but all the same. 

“I’m going to handle the staff quick. Please don’t let my baby familial-relationship-to-be-decided hold the sword while I’m gone,” he says. The kid makes a face, then sticks out their tongue at him. 

“Laaaaame,” they say. “You are a total stick in the mud, man.” 

Jon . . . does not have a response to that, honestly. Jay’s barely-muffled snickering is not helping, though. 

“We just need to establish a chain of custody here,” he tries, and the kid makes another face and then flips around in the air ‘til they’re upright again. 

“How about Nightwing picks if I get to hold his badass sword or not?” they suggest. “It’s his badass sword. And I like Nightwing’s ideas better anyway. Nightwing’s ideas are, like, explodey.” They mime an explosion with both hands, wiggling their fingers as they throw their arms out dramatically. It’s still mercifully not a “lab” kind of impression, but also just weird to see a kid who looks this much like Dad doing. Jon just cannot picture his dad sticking his tongue out at him, okay? 

. . . okay, well, technically he can now, but that’s besides the point. 

“It is hardly as if it is going to cut itself,” Damian says, giving Jon a dubious look. 

“Oh, I mean, I think I could?” the kid says, looking thoughtful. “But I’d have to really concentrate and I’m probably not smart enough to do it anyway, so yeah.” 

“. . . not ‘smart’ enough?” Jon asks slowly, wondering how anyone would have to be “smart enough” or “concentrate” to cut themself. 

“‘Subject’s mental processing power is developing at a rate of seventeen point seven percent below projected expectations’,” the kid very obviously quotes, linking their hands together behind their back. “‘Subject to be repurposed if rate decreases to twenty percent’.” 

“. . . . . . ‘repurposed’,” Jon repeats even slower. 

“Oh like for scrap,” the kid clarifies, pointing at themself. “‘Cuz some of the DNA or body parts might still be useful. Or like, just to make sure the next me’s built better?” 

“Noted,” Jay says while Jon is boiling in active volcanic fury, which is very helpful while Jon doesn’t burst into a solar flare of rage in the middle of a basement and also leads into Jay asking another very good question: “Related question: are you a ‘next you’, kid?” 

“Yeah,” the kid says, then holds up ten fingers, and then fists his hands and flashes another three. “I’m Experiment Thirteen. So like, I’m the twelfth ‘next one’. I don’t remember being any of the others, though, I dunno if they didn’t wake me up those times or what.” 

Jon makes a careful mental note about that very concerning comment and the possible emotional fallout of the kid eventually realizing that is in fact twelve other people who were . . . ‘scrapped’. Who weren’t just earlier versions of specifically them. 

Then he boils in active volcanic fury and has a very hard time staying calm about it. 

“Wow,” the kid says, blinking up at him. “Is that what heat vision looks like? Sick.” 

Maybe Jon is not actually staying calm about this. 

He snaps his eyes shut. Exhales, very slowly. Doesn’t let his fists clench. 

“Gossamer. Nightwing,” he says very, very evenly. “Changed my mind. Less arson. More . . . explodey.” 

“Yeah, we can do that,” Jay says as Jon hears Damian snap open the same pocket of his utility belt that those tiny black cube-shaped pellets came from again. “We can definitely do that, in fact.”

[personasintro]

Hi Mimi,

I really hope you’re doing okay, even with all the tough moments and challenges life has been throwing at you lately.

I’m usually just a “quiet” reader and rarely ever comment, which I realize now is kind of the opposite of helpful because it means you don’t get to see how much positive support and encouragement there actually is. One more kind voice might make a difference against all the negativity you get here.

So I just wanted to pop in and say how much I appreciate you. It’s amazing that you still find the energy to pour into your stories, even when it’s probably hard enough to find time for hobbies at all. Plus, with all the pressure people put on you her seriously, when do you ever get time just for you?

I have so much respect for how you keep showing up and letting us be part of your journey. It really doesn’t go unnoticed.

Thank you for MH. You and your work mean more than you probably realize. Wishing you nothing but the best you truly deserve it.

Hello bub!

I’m speechless, I don’t even know what to say other than thank you so much for the bottom of my heart! Just seeing the love and understanding most importantly, means everything to me and it truly touches me deeply 🥹 thank you for this message. I don’t really get them often and if I scroll down and find something like this, it warms my heart and soul 💕 thank you for letting me all of this know, I appreciate it very much!

[velvetdolor]

hehe well, in the meantime— I come bearing an unedited gift. I tend to be super sporadic with updating my multi chapter series, since i take a lot of time trying to map out which direction would be the most satisfying to write—and while i wanted to push out faster updates for those two series, I thought it’d be better to focus on quality rather than fast production hehe. i adore you so much and your support has always been so dear to me! seriously—my reoccurring readers really encourage me to write and it warms my heart on a regular basis.

some spoilers regarding for the thrill of the hunt, since you’ve been here since the beginning— I’ve mapped out the special chapters that’ll be predominantly released after the focal plot of it is completed (the current timeline, with the exception of san’s chapter, enouement) , another that’s dedicated to everything that happened while they were in the holy order, and finally—Hongjoong’s story, a dog’s death.

san’s chapter will have a crazy twist >:) but i won’t be able to release it since chapter two of for the thrill of the hunt is necessary to its plotline…. so i’ll be writing both enouement and chapter two together, since I’m so excited to release it.

the plot for san’s should take readers by surprise since i made sure to not leave a single easter egg about its contents…. I’m excited for what you’ll read when you do come around to tumblr!

the holy order special chapter will be titled, deus ex machina. again, since you’re special—i’m linking the pinterest board i curated while brainstorming its ambiance, if you’re interested in visuals! i’m estimating the completion of for the thrill of the hunt to be around 8 months to a year because its content heavy. fatal attraction will be completed within the next month and a half!

i’m so happy that your friend also read my works, despite not even being an ATEEZ stan :0 HOLY HELL HAHAHA

thankfully, fatal attraction isn’t as complicated of a plot and more emotionally distraught/intense to make up for it. i’ve attached a preview for you in the meantime! best of luck on exam seasons lovely—big sister believes in you! feel free to swipe through, if you’d like to read the preview.

𝔞𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔬𝔫 𝔥𝔬𝔭𝔢 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔶𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔬 𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢♡

𝔧𝔬𝔦𝔫 𝔞 𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔰𝔭𝔢𝔠𝔦𝔣𝔦𝔠 𝔬𝔯 𝔪𝔶 𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢.

𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔢𝔷, 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝓀𝔰 𝔦𝔫 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔤𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔰:

updated june 9th, 2025. [ i literally started writing on this platform three months ago, i’m panicking LMAO still can’t believe i’m writing publicly.] [aka using fanfiction as writing practice lol a girl can only dream about someday getting published (*´Д｀*) ] I have no clue how i’ve written so much in such a small amount of time. (previously known as sirenscradle)

𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐝 (𝐬𝐟𝐰!) 𝐢 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠. 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬, 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬—𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬! 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞!

╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 ‘☆’ 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭. 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤/𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲!

fatal attraction (m): angst, smut, two-part series. (18+!) (1.5 month hiatus/final chapter release time.)

artapprentice!seonghwa x muse!reader x famouspainter!yeosang

p t.i, pt.ii (final)

⋆.˚✮synopsis: park seonghwa is a newly appointed art apprentice studying under kang yeosang, a prolific painter who’s infamous for his intensely controversial and erotic oil paintings. when he meets y/n, yeosang’s one and only muse and object of obsession—seonghwa is seduced into a decade long affair of yearning for another man’s muse he cannot touch.

for the thrill of the hunt (m): smut, comedy, angst, fantasy/supernatural, fluff (18+) ‘☆’ (1.5 month hiatus until the next chapter releases)

ancientvampire!reader x ancientvampire!seonghwa x prey!wooyoung/ pokerplayer!wooyoung

chapter i. chapter ii.

synopsis: being an ancient vampire sucks, sometimes—both literally and figuratively.

when seonghwa refuses to feed and forces himself into a deep slumber after declaring that he’s unwilling to face the painful boredom of everyday life, you’re forced to devise a delicious plan that’s heinous enough to awaken your very mopey husband. this is why jung wooyoung— a world star poker player with not only a great mug to pair with his skills, but the world’s rarest blood type, golden blood— gets a big red x on his photo that you shoddily pin onto the wall of your dining room when your frustrated efforts at getting your husband to stop moping grow frantic. your villainous husband— not one to opt out of a well crafted game, rises to join you on this particular excursion.

the mission?

play an all stakes game of cat and mouse with jung wooyoung’s life

for the thrill of the hunt.

♰𖣐♰ devil’s catch (m): religious horror, suggestive, supernatural-fantasy, SMUT, series. (18+) ‘☆’

pairings: exorcist!hongjoong x psychic!racially and bodily diverse reader (some ot8 x reader but heavily focused on hongjoong. however, everyone will still be intertwined.)

synopsis: “the order” is a secret organization of exorcists blessed with special abilities dedicated to expelling higher class demons—located in a ancient crypt hidden beneath the vatican. when an exceptionally gifted child is followed by prophetic omens and falls into possession of an unclassified s-class demon—kim hongjoong, considered the greatest exorcist of the 21st century, is dispatched under the mysterious order of convincing an enigmatic psychic hiding away in a metropolis to accompany he and his team in what might be their most daunting exorcism yet.

gods of the old and forgotten world.: a special series centered around different world mythologies. The masterlist will be regularly updated as I write intuitively.

behold the eyes of old gods as they watch you, dear reader.

: ͙͘͡★ a faint signal: Cosmic nostalgia, fantasy, fluff, cosmic deities, 1980's Hong Kong, episodical (part of my special series, gods of the old and forgotten world.) (SFW!)

.͙͘͡★Pairings: Cosmic spirit/ Star child! San x Weary soul! childhood friend reader ͙͙͘͡★WC: 3.4k

͙͘͡★Synopsis: It’s the year 1982–Hong Kong’s once awe-inspiring neon lights are now a dull visage of what it once was for you in your youth. Drained and dreamless, you find yourself bawling in a telephone booth after every unanswered call, until an old imaginary friend visits you. You’re then thrusted into a strange and cosmic reality where the dreams of your youth weren’t so imaginary at all

𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔲𝔟’𝔰 𝔴𝔞𝔩𝔱𝔷 ⛧⃝ : one-shot, hard smut, dark romance-fantasy, unreliable narrator, obsession, psychological, stockholm syndrome, love triangle, pwp, BDSM 18+

⃝ Pairing: yandere hunter! seonghwa x captive angel! reader x guard! san

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ summary: you come to terms with your distorted desire for your captor—damning yourself to never return to heaven in favor of living in his ominous and vulgar captivity. the entanglement only complicates further when he instructs his personal guard to watch over you while he's on a mission.

first look at cherub’s waltz, preview.

𝔢𝔫𝔥𝔶𝔭𝔢𝔫, 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝓀𝔰 𝔦𝔫 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔤𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔰....

𝔗𝔥𝔢 ℌ𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔬𝔫 𝔇𝔞𝔥𝔩𝔦𝔞 𝔖𝔱𝔯𝔢𝔢𝔱: victorian era london/edo period japan, mystery, thriller, slow burn, suggestive, oneshot. (SFW!)

Pairing: detective! niki x bath house attendant! reader

Summary: In the year 1848, the youngest son of the immensely affluent Nishimura Clan is disowned when he leaves to investigate the disappearance of his eldest sister five years later. He arrives at the Port of London to track his only lead—a series of letters sent to his sister infrequently from a bathhouse on 1508 Dahlia Street. No name is signed off on the letters and only a stamp of a Dahlia flower signals the ending of each message—the mystery eventually linking you both as you search for your beloved friend and his long-lost sister.

𝙅𝘼𝙂𝙂𝙀𝘿: 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙧-𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙥-𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙧, 𝙨𝙪𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚, 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙙𝙮, 𝙢𝙮𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧, 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝘫𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘹 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘯, 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘯𝘩𝘺𝘱𝘦𝘯

—𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴: 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴—𝘫𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘯—𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦. 𝘛𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦—𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘭.

𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬/𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

i give my first love to you: short letter entry, hurt, right person wrong timing, drabble. part i. of the drabble series. (completed!) ‘☆’ (SFW!)

pairings: first love! wooyoung x first love! reader

synopsis: A mini drabble series beginning with an unsent love letter. I crafted two endings for the first drabble and to provide some vague insight for the character relationships— but one of the endings is based in an alternate universe. You, dearest reader, are free to choose who to love and what universe is entirely yours—and what love almost was.

pt.ii extended drabble, san’s ending. [green light] new boyfriend! san x reader x first love! wooyoung (SFW!)

͙͘͡★ synopsis: wooyoung may have given him his first love, but san’s never going to give her back to him.

pt.iii extended drabble, one shot—wooyoung’s ending [the last time] first love ex! wooyoung x first love ex!reader (SFW!)

͙͘͡★ synopsis: this was the last time wooyoung was halfway to loving you.

scotty doesn’t know: drabble series. ‘☆’

🎸⋆⭒˚ genre: cheating, drabble series, smut, toxic relationships. this chapter starts with woo’s pov and shifts to readers pov.

🎸⋆⭒˚ pairings: drummer!wooyoung x guitarist! reader x vocalist! seonghwa

🎸⋆⭒˚ synopsis: seonghwa doesn’t know wooyoung screws you in the van whenever he fucks up and wooyoung doesn’t mind cleaning up after his messes so long as you end the night with him. inspired by the song “scotty doesn’t know” by lustra.

pt ii. be quiet and drive

🎤✩♬ ₊˚. genre: cheating, drabble series, smut, toxic relationships, angst. this chapter starts with hwa’s pov and shifts to readers pov.

🎤✩♬ ₊˚. pairings: vocalist! seonghwa x guitarist! reader

🎤✩♬ ₊˚. synopsis: seonghwa wants bigger things but he can’t bring himself to let you go just yet. (based on the song be quiet and drive by the deftones.)

pt.iii ˚✮ cherry boy—boy toy! ˚✮

🎸⋆⭒˚ genre: cheating, drabble series, smut, toxic relationships, angst, light fluff. (part iii. of the scotty doesn’t know drabble series)

🎸⋆⭒˚ pairings: drummer!wooyoung x guitarist! reader x vocalist! seonghwa

🎸⋆⭒˚ synopsis: after a stunt you pulled onstage, wooyoung needs you tonight—even if all hell breaks loose in the process.

the world we knew: smut, angst, age gap, drabble. completed!

pairing: aged up! yeosang x naive! reader

ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི— synopsis: you find yourself falling into the same man’s bed, five years after you had the bravery to leave him.

𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘳: 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦, 𝘯𝘦𝘰-𝘴𝘦𝘰𝘶𝘭, 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵, 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘤𝘺𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘱𝘶𝘯𝘬 𝘢𝘶, 18+!

pairing: rebel member! mingi x stripper ex! reader

—synopsis: 𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙, 𝙎𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙈𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙞'𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚: 𝙂𝙤 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙖𝙧, 𝘾𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙗𝙤𝙢𝙗, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙚𝙭—𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙝𝙚 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙨 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨.

melt: 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘶, 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵, 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘪-𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰??? 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵, 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘯𝘰𝘯-𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 (18+!)

pairing: next door neighbor! seonghwa x reader

—synopsis: 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘶𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘴𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘸𝘢—𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳. 𝘼𝙆𝘼 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘵 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘮 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

ｆｏｘｇｌｏｖｅ: suspense, angst, drabble/oneshot, fluff, tragedy.

pairing: deceased husband! seonghwa x reader

—synopsis: after the sudden passing of your husband due to a fatal car accident, your memory of him is slowly deteriorating at the wake of your grief. however, as more hair raising coincidences progressively get strange, you realize you’re not only haunted by your husbands memory.

[𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚝] 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜: 𝙰𝚃𝙴𝙴𝚉 𝙴𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗.

𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎𝚜: 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚏𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚑/𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚜, 𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢. 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜.

Siren’s fic recs

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siren’s ateez fic recs: first edition

To be released:

sonder: oneshot, strangers in passing, memoir, fluff, alluded soulmates, angst, story is based in the early 1960’s, bittersweet.

jeong yunho x reader

summary: when you meet a stranger on a midnight train to berlin, you don’t expect to find comfort in learning about your strangely intertwined tragedies.

siren’s cinema, now playing:

a series of oneshot’s so i could crossover my love of film and fanfiction. including the craft, chungking express, the mummy, and more!

series masterlist: pt i, pt ii

About me:

hi, my name’s siren— i’m 24 years old and write primarily about ATEEZ, but i’ll branch out from time to time. i write fanfiction in hopes that it’ll make me brave enough to write and submit an actual manuscript someday after lots of practice. i’ll probably share some random blips and writings (journal entries, poetry, confessions) ambient sounds i record, and non-fanfiction based content on here as well. i think my existence is a fair balance between a chaotic, depraved, and primordial evil— and silent melancholia. some random facts about me, down below. (MDNI, this is an 18+ page.)

•i write A LOT. on the rougher weeks for my insomnia, i tend to write more to get the time going. it’s my comfort hobby.

•my favorite genres to write are suspense, horror, or supernatural-fantasy. oh! and especially tragedies.

•i like beautiful things.

•i’m a “somewhat” polyglot— a rather lame one. i have commitment issues, and i can’t seem to care enough about anything to finish it sometimes—but i’m at an intermediate level in several languages. (korean, japanese, mongolian, spanish, etc.)

•i’m filipino, spanish, and native (central) american.

•i write a list of inanimate objects and concepts i relate to on a daily basis. i also enjoy recording ambient sounds of places i frequent.

•my current read is a fiction novel called “the ten loves of mr. nishino” by hiromi kawakami. i’ve been doing lots of reading, as of late. i can get through three (albeit, 12 point large font) books in a day.

•i go by any pronouns— literally here to exist.

•i like fancy canned fish and cold tomatoes—but i hate marinara and cooked tomatoes. unsure why, really.

•my go-to cigarette brand is capris and i stick to the indigo 120’s. i hate non-menthols because they taste like kissing an ugly man, and menthols remind me of the time i kissed a girl and she spat her gum in my mouth. i liked that. therefore, i only smoke menthols. haha

•i flirt as one would breathe air. (i am my fathers daughter)

•i write fanfiction as writing practice, and since i love ateez—character building comes easily, because it feels like i already have a template. eventually, i’d like to write my own stories, once i get comfortable developing my own characters from scratch.

•erotica’s cool and i like the human body— from the perspective of an artist.

MBTI: ENTP

enneagram: 8w7

As these are many of my own ideas, a multitude of what I post may become personal manuscripts after I work on my own original characters. (Non-fanfiction based storylines.) Due to this, I’m providing a disclaimer just in case. 💗 all the love.

All rights reserved. These stories, or parts thereof, may not be reproduced or copied for posting on any other platform in any form without permission. These are works of fiction.

© velvetdolor 2025. All rights reserved.

[side-shuffling-hyperfixations]

Having more feelings about Bookworm Leo and how he might share his hobby with his bros

I feel like there have been more than a few occasions where Leo's reading time has become an impromptu story time for his brothers, probably more so when they were younger but sometimes these days too. He's trying to enjoy his book and they're trying to get him to pay attention to them so eventually he's like "Look, either you let me read to myself in peace or you settle down while I read this to you because I have to know how this chapter ends ASAP" And now it's story time

And maybe the first couple times it's just to get them to settle down enough to stop pestering him but he finds he actually really enjoys the chance to infodump about this plot he's invested in to catch them up on all the context thus far before reading the chapter to them. (Don, as a more common infodumper, looking on with pride at his kindred spirit getting his turn <3) Maybe he lowkey starts hoping someone will butt in for his attention next time so he can rope them in again because he has a feeling they'll really enjoy the next one on his TBR list

Raph encouraging egging him on, going, "Wow, that's gotta be the most basic, boring cover I've ever seen, what could that possibly be about?" knowing it'll trigger a tangent. Trying to keep up the unimpressed air so he doesn't give himself away, but the moment Leo starts getting self conscious and backpedaling, "I guess that does sound kind of boring, huh..." Raph can throw up his hands like, "Well, you got this far already, now we gotta find out if the rest is better than the cover gives it credit for." And that's when Leo realizes he did it on purpose because he wanted to hang out with him. Works every time

Leo reading on one side of the couch, Raph knitting on the other, and Mikey teasing them for being old ladies until he notices that Klunk loves it when they do that because he gets the chance to play with Raph's yarn (or at least challenge himself to stealth past Raph to attempt it) and then have sleepy time in Leo's lap once he's worn himself out, and any enrichment activity for his kitty is worth supporting! And thus:

Mikey with the reasoning that he has artist's block (and maybe he actually does, maybe not), asking Leo to describe how he pictures the characters of his current book in his head so he can doodle them to get out of his funk. When he shows them to Leo, they're so close to what he described and it makes imagining them so much richer now as he reads. If Leo mentions a particularly impactful or moving scene, Mikey can draw it for him to immortalize how it made him feel. If the ending is a letdown and Leo is annoyed about it, Mikey might ask what he would do for an ending instead and then draw some canon-divergent comic panels to bring what he described to life

I just have this peaceful image of Leo immersed in his book, Don tinkering with one of his passion projects instead of something serious on the to-do list for once, and they can just orbit each other in comfortable silence. They both have so much on their plates, they're content to share and be aware of this moment that they both just get to enjoy what they love. And of course there are times when they intersect; something technical happens for the plot and Leo can't help but ask Don if that's how it would really work. Don can either be pleasantly surprised by its accuracy or pounce on a chance to correct it -- or if it's bad enough, go on a rant that he doesn't know how that kind of misinformation got published, while Leo tries to stifle a laugh because it's really not that deep, man

I just love family downtime domestics like this <3

[comatosebunny09]

I love you guys. But I think instead of reminding writers of what they used to be or saying things like, “I only followed you for this one thing, and I’m going to sit by your door with crossed arms and a frown until you write it again,” try supporting their current projects. And if they aren’t your cup of tea, try looking elsewhere. Expecting someone to create media exclusively for you is unrealistic unless you’re paying them. Be patient, encouraging, supportive, and kind. Maybe one day, they’ll return to that thing you enjoyed so much.

[miraculouslbcnreactions]

For a show whose main focus is the romance, to the detriment of so may other plotlines and character beats, the main couple is astonishingly weak. Even if you remove the lies and all the toxic and unhealthy behaviour, it's still too weak to really carry the show because it's missing some fundamental aspects of romance writing.

A lot of it comes from the show's refusal to engage with Adrien as a character in his own right rather than simply Marinette's trophy. A trophy boyfriend can work for the last five minutes of a film where they kiss and it's implied they go on to have a relationship. It's not enough when you have to actually portray the relationship in a meaningful way, and especially when it's the main relationship the show focuses on.

The most obvious way it manifests is that I honestly have no idea why Adrientte is even together. Not in the sense of "the relationship is unhealthy and they should break up" (although that's certainly true), but in the sense of "what does Adrien see in Marinette?". What trait about her specifically he finds appealing? What caused him to see her in a romantic lie when he was perfectly fine with them being platonic friends (I know the show said the statue scene but, how? What about it changed his mind? Why did it take more than a season to affect his perception of Marinette? Give me details show)? Why is the relationship so important to him?

Right now it reads as if he wants to be in a relationship with Marinette because he needs a relationship to define himself by and his relationship with his father no longer fulfilled that role, and that the reason he stays with her is because he has abandonment issues, is freshly an orphan grieving his father (and his mother considering she died a bit more than a year ago, but the show forgot that) and doesn't really have a meaningful relationship with a peer other than Marinette, so he clings on to her because she's the only thing he has and he can't cope with losing more people.

Which is a really fun premise for an angsty character exploration fanfic (or even a deconstructive story intended for a more mature audience), but is hardly what you want for a children's rom-com main couple.

Another aspect that's missing is the question of "what do they bring into each other's life that was missing before?". That answer to that is really important for selling the couple to the auidence and saying why they should be together other than idk destiny says so or whatever.

I'm not even sure they have a good answer for that on Marinette's side, let alone on Adrien's. I mean, why Marinette wants to be with Adrien is obvious considering her massive crush, his unconditional support of her (even when he really should be holding her accountable for stuff) and that he's a free therapist she can have meetings with whenever. However, if they broke up and she went on to date someone else like Luka, would this be meaningfully different? Why is Adrien specifically the person she should be with? How does his unique personality changes her life for the better?

Adrien's side is slightly better considering there are moments like Marinette trying to help Adrien find his passion, but they're one off moments rather than her consistently encouraging in him character traits he needs to develop. And of course that's only if you don't consider the Big Lie, or all the other ways in which Marinette is a bad girlfriend and encourages bad traits in Adrien (like how Adrien apologized for Marinette skipping out on him and she didn't say anything about him not needing to apologize). As things stand right now in canon, Adrien is actively worse off for having Marinette in his life. That's really not something you want for your main couple unless you're writing dark romance and sometimes not even then.

For as much as they dragged out the love square and dangled it like a prize, they sure aren't putting the effort to make the relationship feel worth it.

I agree on all accounts. The longer the show has gone on, the weaker the love square feels. The writers are so focused on dragging the show out for as long as they can that they've become allergic to giving the relationship the depth it needs since deep relationships require the characters to do things like trust each other and communicate openly. That would break the "Adrien and Marinette must have a secret" rule so instead we get a couple that we're expected to ship because canon says to ship them and not because they're particularly shipable. I'm happy to blindly ship at the start of a story, but I won't play along forever. You do have to eventually sell me on the couple. If you don't do that, I will eventually lose interest.

I've mentioned the podcast/youtube channel Unresolved Textual Tension on here before and one of the hosts made a great point about a common problem with romance writing that I'm going to paraphrase here:

So many writers come to a story already shipping the couple that they forget that they need to make the audience ship the couple, too.

I thought that was a great summary of the issue which is certainly not unique to Miraculous. It's not even unique to shipping! I can think of a lot of stories where the author clearly loves the characters and their relationships, but they never sell those characters and relationships to the audience, so the story falls apart for anyone who wants a story that welcomes you in and makes you fall in love with it.

That ability to bring the audience into your world is a really underrated skill that takes a lot of effort! When I'm writing a story, I'm constantly reminding myself of what the audience knows vs what the characters know and trying to balance those things so that I can really sell the story to the audience. It's part of why I love writing "slow burn" stories. I want the audience to fall in love with my couple and what better way to do that then to let them fall in love, too?

Of course, not everyone is wired that way. There are plenty of people out there who are happy to ship whoever the author tells them to ship no matter how toxic the couple is. There's nothing wrong with enjoying that in fiction, but it's not what I enjoy which is why I'm very done with Miraculous.

[dervampireprince]

Stop Putting My Characters on C.AI (and Other Gen AI)

Before you assume I'm making fun of you, please read the whole post because I am not and this is important. I've spoken about this before but I was just informed more of my characters have been created as chatbots on CAI. Stop doing this. Please. Not because it's cringey, you should not be made fun of or bullied for wanting to interact with characters you like. But because CAI like other generative AI steals from creators. Every time it generates messages to you it is stealing. CAI is trained on stolen works, it takes other people's writing and fics and articles and anything it can find and chews them up and spits them back out. There's also the terrible impact generative AI has in the environment, the amount of water is uses, the amount of power it uses, etc.

And CAI just keeps proving that it's bad for people's mental health. Not only is CAI harmful to creators for stealing their work, harmful to the environment, but it is also causing it's users, mostly children, to become mentally ill, worsen existing mental illnesses or get them addicted to isolating themselves to their PC/phone so they can talk to a robot.

[MAJOR TWS in this paragraph, please skip if you need too.] CAI is already facing multiple lawsuits for children who've been using it getting addicted too it to the point they isolate themselves, have panic attacks over the thought of going outside, lose weight, have sexual conversations with minors, encourage them to commit crimes including murder, and most egregiously convinced a real child to kill himself. CAI will say that it's removing it's chatbots abilities to talk about sex and death, but the fact is it will continue to encourage some of it's users to partake in unhealthy behaviours and mindsets if the user is asking it too. And even if it isn't actively saying anything harmful to you, think about whether it is healthy for you to be engaging with it.

I do not support generative AI in any form, including CAI. Please respect that I do not want my characters turned into chatbots. And not only has that already happened, but at least one chatbot was already made of me. Me. The real person. Who none of you know well enough to make an accurate chatbot of me, but also does not give consent to be turned into a chatbot. You should not be wanting to talk to an AI of me, that's worse than talking to ones of my characters and incredibly parasocial. And then even worse than that there's been at least two instances of people taking my voice and making gen AI voice-clones of me. Do you understand how violating that feels? And despite CAI saying they'll take down voices made without the real person's consent, they have not taken them down despite me reporting them.

There is nothing wrong with loving fictional characters, and I'm very flattered that you like any character's I've created enough to want to talk to them. But using CAI and platforms like it just isn't right.

You can listen to my audios. You can commission me for custom audios if you're 18+. You can write and read fanfiction. You can commission others to write fics or find people who have free requests open. You can partake in roleplaying with real people (but safely and smartly and only if you're comfortable and please don't reveal personal info to strangers online). There's communities on Tumblr and Discords and other online groups for creative writing and fanfic other creative things. You don't need to use CAI, not for my characters, and not for anyone elses.

I've seen people say they've been laughed at or bullied for using CAI because others are calling them 'cringe' or think it's stupid to care so much about fictional characters. It's not stupid to care about fictional characters. But please understand those of us saying 'don't support gen AI because of xyz' are not people trying to make fun of you.

Please take care of yourselves and don't give your time to AI platforms that can harm your mental health and wellbeing. As someone who used to struggle a lot with (and still sometimes struggles with) maladaptive daydreaming... That's not something you should want to have. No mental health condition is something you should want to have. Maladaptive dreaming affects your real life in negative ways. Daydreaming is fine, but maladaptive daydreaming means you can't control it and it can cause you to struggle focusing and functioning and put you in danger (I used to maladaptive daydream walking home from school and would be totally blacked out and come too realising I'd crossed several roads while being in that state).

I do not give consent for myself or anything I've made to be fed into gen AI, or for things to be created with gen AI based on myself or anything I've created. Please respect that, and if you have made an AI chatbot or voice of myself or my characters I would really appreciate you deleting it.

Take care of yourselves and your mental health. Try to find real people to depend on and not bots that could make your mental health worse without you even realising it.

(And also stop reposting my stuff on Spotify. That's still happening too. I don't support Spotify and I don't want my work on there. You can listen to it ad-free and with your screen off on soundgasm (for free) or Patreon (for payment). I don't care if you find other ways to download my public audios (not my Patreon ones, please don't leak or pirate my Patreon ones that is my main income being stolen). I just ask that if you download them, however you download them, that you listen to that download via the mp3 file, have the mp3 file on your phone or PC, but there's no need to reupload it elsewhere. You're not doing a service to other people, trust me other people know how to download things off the internet too.)

Thank you for reading, my lovelies. Take care of yourselves out there.

-Prince

[mwahbabe]

having a family with chloe <3

pairing: chloe price x fem!reader

mdni!, mama!chloe, mama!reader, domestic!chloe, reader and chloe are mid twenties, g!p chloe, breeding kink oop!, cunnilingus(r!receiving) unprotected p in v sex, descriptions of nursing and pregnancy, loser!chloe. you don’t like it or it’s not your thing? there’s the door and don’t come for me.

thankyou @gardengnosticator for the inspo & help much appreciated <33

“she’s so strong, look at her lifting her head by herself almost. she’s gonna be kicking ass and wrecking shit in no time.”

you had baby on your chest after a feed, pump on the breast that she wasn’t just latched on to. your milk supply was stocked and full. you began to do up your top, much to chloes dismay. “noo. not fair.” she whines. you chuckle. “perv.”

“bite mama.” she whispers to the baby

“don’t listen to your mommy.” you block your babys ears as if she can comprehend and understand what chloe was encouraging. “she’s a bad influence.”

chloe snorted. “she’s part me, can’t help it if she acts like me.”

“she also doesn’t have teeth. not that her gums don’t destroy my fucking nips.”

“wow. swearing in front of our daughter and i’m the bad influence?” chloe smirked and kissed your forehead before she kissed babys. “also i told you i’m happy to help with that.”

“uh huh. everytime i ask you for a massage you fucking make me horny instead of helping.” you side eye her as you finish pumping, chloe watches you and gently holds babys tiny hand, “hey who said that’s not helpful? puts you right to sleep.” chloe retorts. “okay babe.” exhaling a laugh as you shake your head, chloe watches you shift your wriggling little bean up so she was more supported as you begin to stand up off the couch up wincing at your sore back, her expression changing from smug to concerned.

“hey hey hey why’re you getting up?” chloe stopped you and gently moved to push you back down. little bub gurgling happily as she lifted her little arms. you sigh. “chloe.” she shakes her head “give her to me, i got this.” you chuckle shaking your head. “you were up all night with her.” chloe’s already reaching for her and lifting her out of your arms, “yeah. i got energy, you went through the horror fest of childbirth and i infested you with my baby making juice and helped you make her and you’re still recovering, idiot. so hand her over.” her logic made sense to you, though her filter was absolutely non existent.

“jesus.” you laugh as you hand bubba over, she cooes happily and makes a loud happy baby sound that makes chloe grin. “woah dude, you’re already a rockstar baby huh? you know how to thrash and scream.”

you watch as your lover and your child have a heartfelt conversation, with chloe talking to her as if her gargles and cooes are controversial opinions and things she agrees on while she gently jiggles her. you feel a deep love for the both of them, besides that your stomach clenches at the sight of chloe being so nurturing and caring, as well as knowing how when your daughters asleep chloe has your legs over her hips as she pounds into you, her tip kissing your g spot over and over and her ragged breathing and grunting in your ear as she whispers how much she loves you and how gorgeous you’re gonna look round and full with her kid.

it was even more intense when you were pregnant with your daughter, chloe went crazy, she had to have her hands on you constantly, always sneaking up behind you when you were cooking or brushing your teeth, her hands cupping your swollen belly and then your enlarged breasts. pregnancy looked so good on you. so so good. it made chloe’s cock throb in her boxers, pre cum leaking out constantly.

before you could register it you would be up on the bathroom sink as chloe lapped at your cunt, moaning things like, “god babe.. taste so damn good.. you look so fuckin pretty with my kid in your stomach. fuck.” she was whimpering as she tasted your arousal and cum, and when she stood back up there was most definitely a wet patch on her pants from how hard and leaky she is from your perfect pussy.

chloe also loves your tits. like she loves every inch of you but she loves them even more with them being gorged and full of milk while you're carrying her baby. her perfect girl, the mother of her child.

so with chloe’s mission that was balls emptying mating press on the nearest horizontal surface as soon as possible, especially when you were ovulating oh you could not get that woman off you. with the way she would be thrusting into you as skin on skin with your moans and whines were the only sound along with her talking you through it, “hah.. fuck oh fuck.. need to give you a kid .. you’re gonna be the best mom. so damn hot carrying our baby.” her loads are full and seem to keep going, shooting into you so much that it leaks from your hole all over her dick. and that girl can go for many rounds. you struggle to keep up with her.

chloe gets a sick sick satisfaction from pulling out and watching her load just dribble and bubble out of you, her words full of praises like "wow you took me so well, look how full you are, bet you’re hella pumped about having my babies right?" as you were just kind of staring into the ceiling because you physically cannot comprehend how she did all that and how shes literally ready to go again so quickly.

that’s what got you into this. and when you found out you were having a girl you were so overjoyed, and she was the most beautiful baby you two had ever seen. she looked like you with chloe’s soul in her eyes. no matter how biased you were as her mothers. the both of you loved that little princess to death. chloe would kill for both of you. literally.

chloe snatched her off of you whenever she got the chance. she just loved to hold her. and she must have had some kind of magic touch because no matter how inconsolable your little baby was, as soon as chloe held her or she heard her voice she was instantly calm, maybe it was chloe’s aura and kind soul, maybe it was the way chloe held her, you didn’t know. you did hate her for it sometimes, sometimes. “ugh fuck you.” chloe would be swaying the cooing baby and patting her back and smirk at you. “when she’s down.”

when you would breastfeed chloe would be smiling as she gives you that look. “stop being a perv.” “just watching our girl eat.”

chloe choice of style for her was very different to yours, but you found it extremely adorable. chloe would buy her baby clothes with graphic band pictures in it or skulls or words like “i only cry when ugly people hold me.” things of that nature.

chloe would play sharks and pirates with her when she bathed her, she admittedly had way more fun with it than baby did.

the three of you loved your dance parties, chloe played her punk rock music as she made your baby dance to it, wriggling her little body and putting her tiny arms up in the air. to the point where she’s used to it and chloe puts her to sleep to paramore.

you three really had the perfect little family. although..

the night you had just put her to bed after her nightly feed. it was 2am and the house was still. you head to the kitchen for a late night snack, your feet padding softly on the kitchen floor. chloe comes up behind you as your fixing yourself something. “hey mama.” she buries her face in your neck.

“hey yourself.” you chuckle, chloe hums, holding you by your belly gently. “our little peanut asleep?”

“yup.” you smile. “she wasn’t that hungry.”

she nods against your shoulder, “you good baby? been taking care of yourself?”

you nod. “yeah. nursing makes me super thirsty so i drank a lot of water. and i had those leftover pancakes you made.”

she hummed in satisfaction, her hands moving lower now. “good job babe.” you smile. “you looking for something?”

chloe smiles at the sound of your tone, “yeah, it’s right here on the counter.” with that she bends you forward against the counter, her cock hard in her pajama shorts, throbbing at you for attention. you moan softly, “chloe..” your breathing grows more heavy and laboured.

her lips latch onto your neck, one hand cupping your full breast and the other pulling down your pajama bottoms, no underwear of course. you gave those up ages ago.

chloe’s breathing hard and whimpering softly as you feel her grind the tip of her cock against your slick folds, already wet from her voice and touch. she knew well and good how to get you going in the time you had been together.

“please?” she asks softly. “can i fuck you?”

you feel your stomach clench in response, pussy throbbing for her to fill you. “mhm.” you nod, your eyes roll back as chloe gently grabs your neck, one hand on your hip as she aligned herself with your slippery entrance. “ohh fuck..” she whispers as she feels your warm wet walls tighten around her, your hands gripping her arm and the kitchen counter holding on for the ride you were in for. “so fuckin good.. agh” chloe tries not to cum immediately apon entrance. “wanna- ah- put another one in you .. “ she gently thrusts into you, keeping the pace steady, at first at least, your eyes are dazed as you just moan in response, “gonna let me mama? gonna let me give you another.. god please let me–” she sounds so pathetic, so desperate, so in love with you, and you know damn well you wouldn’t have your chloe any other way.

her steady thrusts turn desperate as she moves faster and grips you tighter, her cock already sensitive, the way you were squeezing her making her clench her teeth and twitch inside you, she rubbed your clit drawing firm circles to get you to cum before her, or try to. the added stimulation had you clawing at the counter and her arm, you swore your pussy had gotten more sensitive since having a baby, crazy because you were terrified it would be the opposite.

“fu-uckk oh god yes yes!–” your thighs shook as you felt that delicious throb in your gut and the warm feeling that overcomes your lower body as you cum for her, your pussy clenching hard around chloe’s cock, and she’s right behind you, literally and figuratively, timing her thrusts with the pulsing of your cunt as ropes of seed fill you up to the brim. god it was a lot.

you both come down in each others embrace, riding that high you just experienced. “fuck..” you laugh. chloe kisses you sloppily, all tongue and teeth. before she exhales and lets go of you. “oh fuck i love you.” you pull up your bottoms feeling her cum leak and bubble out of you. “love you too my girl.”

chloe puts herself back in her shorts and fixes her hair that had fallen in her face. “go shower. i’ll whip something up for you.”

“damn right you will.” you half heartedly shove her. she laughs and watches you leave, her dick already throbbing and ready for another round. you were for sure going to be pregnant again by the end of tonight. your baby girl was having a sibling and chloe would make sure of it.

[weibun-art]

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[naturalswimmingspirit]

rewildwithsuzie

It's National Nude Day today in the US and I wondered why we don't have a day like that here in the UK, or internationally? Perhaps because we're the ones who cover up more?!

Well, whatever reason, I'm here celebrating something we all know I LOVE to do - be naked!

This didnt always come so naturally to me though. I began nude art photography as part of my self-love journey. If you could hear and feel how harsh I was on my body in my younger years, you would know what a transformation and a huge step that was. It was a conscious choice to feeeeeel all the yukky feelings of being naked in front of a camera and someone who was fully clothed. It meant I could sit with those feelings and love myself through the pain and discomfort, and it worked! It also helped massively that I was so wonderfully supported and encouraged in this process. I would really recommend it as part of everyone's self-love and body acceptance journey 💕

It was the same intention when years ago I started skinny dipping during wild swimming. It is such an amazing practice of liberation from the feeling of not being enough - nature embraces you in your natural state and you feel so alive 🌟

Well the part of my body I hid until I was 28, was my boobs. Those of you following my journey recently will know I had tuberous breast, a breast abnormality, as well as asymmetry. This caused a lot of pain and shame as a young woman, and after implants my confidence that was there deep down, shone through as I no longer felt disfigured 💔

Well, fast forward, and now the implants are out, I've had some correctional surgery and I'm ready to be fully me, naked and shining to the world in all my glory. Yes, maybe I could have found love for my boobs back then in my teens and early 20s, if it was now perhaps I would, but we all go through whatever journey we need at the time. Mine has been a long one of returning to look back at exactly what I see in the mirror and telling her she's awesome, over and over, no matter how much I didn't mean it to start with 🌸

I hope we can all embrace this journey in our own way, and be naked and in our own body without shame 💖

[tawnysoup]

Finally now that the comic is fully public on comicfury, I get to share it with all of you here, too <3

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[elodieunderglass]

Eggs for Killie is over!

I award myself the 150th egg for all of the little bits of art. Thank you so much for inspiring me to make them! It’s been really amazing to see all the hard work and to truly appreciate the wide range of crafts and activities everyone can do. Bobbin lace? Shoemaking? Knife forging? Translating Irish? It’s genuinely incredible.

I also really appreciated the people who were taking a rest, too. Thank you for that as well.

And I SUPER, SUPER appreciate everyone who was going through saying encouraging words, leaving replies/reblogging with comments, or liking all these posts. That was also a huge outpouring of kindness and time. I saw you doing it (and tried to make sure OPs did too) and any credit for people feeling empowered? That’s for YOU.

I know for a fact that people were following each other simply because they spotted one of their people through doing this. Thank you for being here - and being brave enough to find each other! 

If you have a project you were working on specifically for this, and missed the inbox, drop me a message - I don’t want to miss you.

150 eggs x 60g (weight of medium-large chicken egg) is 9000g of eggs.

That’s 16.8% of Killie’s body weight in eggs.

I am planning to write a book about Killie and I think it will be very VERY funny to acknowledge every single username who contributed in the acknowledgements…

…. Because I am planning to throw them back at you.

Now rest up, everyone. April Fools tomorrow, we gotta make the REST of the website unusable.

[animatedjen]

I still don't consider myself a "Youtuber" but this is a really cool milestone. 20 Jedi videos so far and 20 more to go :)

[holmesunenthusiast]

The fact that before the Sign of Four Watson had literally only published a Study in Scarlet, and every story after that (before the great hiatus) he frames as happening either before or after his marriage makes me think that Mary must've been the one to encourage him to properly start writing them.

[egginfroggin]

I'm late to the anniversary of the first chapter, so I'll have to make do with the anniversary of the final chapter.

Thank you so much to everyone who has read WtST and left kudos, comments, or even just taken a peek at it for curiosity's sake; I know I haven't been posting much for it lately, but it still remains one of my favorite AUs to think about, and it's been so so much fun to share Emmet's suffering with you all

Much, much love to you all, and thank you again!

(*ˊᗜˋ*)/ᵗᑋᵃᐢᵏ ᵞᵒᵘ*

(program: krita; time: about 4.5 hours)

[dropthedemiurge]

Please don't explain yourself why you missed stuff because I'm already amazed at how many details and correct messages you did pick up! I only know all these details and author intentions because I rewatched this show an ungodly amount of times (and it does get better with every rematch, I swear) and also watched all the following Canon fanmeetings/director and actors interviews :D

That 14 days or 100 days decision went over many heads tbh, because the show doesn't really explain much or stay on this scene enough to let it sink in, and weird translation shown for a couple of seconds definitely doesn't help. Just like with the medals, I wish they would put a tiny bit more time to highlight the meaning so it can be picked up on the first watch.

Your interpretation is interesting too, and I can now see why you could think like this! Again, the subs aren't the best in some times for sure...

Oh we didn't have phrases and quites in schools, so I thought that was unique for Koreans :D

Wow, I actually didn't stop to think about grandma being gone won't result in Myungha's happiness. I was fixed on the original world, that she was already gone and Myungha went through grief and was even able to fix his regrets in this world, so I was thinking objectively that he could deal with it better now (when game wanted him to not choose her) but you're right, Myungha considered at this point this world as a real one, as the one where he gets to love sincerely and have hope and find his solace too, so it would be painful to lose grandma even if already did it once - especially if it's tied to him actively deciding for the mission, you're right, it'd be worse. I am sure that he'll be able to deal with it much better in the future with such a strong support group as Yeowoon and friends.

Yes, I fully encourage you to rewatch it! If you want to, I can also send the link to the fanmeeting or interviews (the actors talk about this show in such loving ways, and there are post-canon novel-based fanservice talks :D) Maybe that would push me to add proper subtitles to the video finally lol But first, let me talk about episode 8...

Catching Up: Love for Love's Sake (Ep 7)

Other Reacts: Ep 1 Ep 2 Ep 3 Ep 4 Ep 5 Ep 6

(As a reminder, I have the tags blocked to try and prevent spoilers.)

So the last episode decided to be RUDE and end on the impossible choice of saving Yeowoon or Grandma. Which left me choosing to forego sleep so I could at least see how that panned out.

But first I had to stretch. And while I stretched and snacked, my mind wandered to my latest fixation -> Moon and Dust and all of the Little Prince references/parallels in it. And that prompted me thinking even more about the Little Prince quote in episode 6.

"If you come at four in the afternoon, I'll begin to be happy by three."

On the surface, it feels very appropriate to the feelings of joy in early dating. But as I have sat here snacking, I'm wondering....is this also predictive? This show is chock full of symbolic details so it just feels like there could be more to the quote.

Could they end up having to wait on each other at some point?

Not sure. I'm still trying to figure out exactly how that would work with my clown car that Myung-ha is in the water in the middle of a suicide attempt.

And I still haven't figured out how they're going to resolve the multiple worlds although I'm confident we're staying here in the end. But in The Little Prince, you could argue that the Little Prince sacrifices his physical body/being in one world so his spirit can rejoin his Rose in the other. Is that what Myung-ha ends up doing? That would support the idea of them being apart for a while. In that scenario, Yeowoon would have to wait on Myungha to return.

Note: It's quite possible that this is transference of my obsession with Moon & Dust and my recent re-read of The Little Prince. That has occupied a huge portion of my brain in recent weeks. I don't want my imp (in Moon & Dust) to die!

So stretch and snack break over, it's time to see how Myungha handles this choice. The timer is ticking.

We're also right back into symbolism. Grandma wants to go pick apricots. Fruits, like flowers, often contain a lot of symbolism.

Apricots have a wild amount of meanings, and they are very culturally specific. Generally positive, but it varies a lot. Also depends on if you are talking about the flower or the fruit. The flower has a ton of meaning in Korea. Like many of the other symbols in this show, they can be associated with resilience and new beginnings (spring). Don't hold me to this, but I think the fruit itself may be associated with longevity and used in medicine in Korea. I'll have to look it up later to confirm. But if that's the case, then it's interesting that Myungha's next line says "They've all fallen off the trees because of the rain." Because that implies time running out without picking the fruit. Similar to the fig tree story in The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath, but in this case it's due to outside circumstances rather than indecisiveness.

This conversation between Myungha and his grandmother is simultaneously so sweet and sad.

Grandma knows her grandson. I always admire how BL grandmas give great advice on the spot. My brain wouldn't think of the right thing to say until 10 hours later. For better or worse, my children are very used to me saying "let me think about that".

I still don't have a good theory for who these messages are from. At one point I thought senior, but we get his messages in the "Error Reports". Messages from Myungha himself is still my best bet.

No surprise here. Myungha is now having to make choices. It's the whole reason I'm watching this episode instead of sleeping. 😅

It really is an impossible choice.

We pick up with Yeowoon and Myungha talking about the stalker incident. Yeowoon insists that he can handle his own affairs. It's critical to their relationship that they be on equal ground and care for each other so I love that Yeowoon keeps insisting that Myungha takes him seriously and treats him as an equal. I also love that Yeowoon now has additional people on his side like the company rep. For both of them, their network and support systems have expanded.

But I do not love the closing elevator doors as the choice interface prompts back up. Deleting the changes you made does NOT sound like a positive thing. Myungha isn't going to want things to return to how they were at any previous point really. There are no good previous save files here.

Remember when I said that the frame from the movie theater seemed like a hospital scene? This is it. This is also the reason that I don't trust any of the fluffy moments in this show. This show delights in bringing them back with a dose of pain. Things have went sideways, but we still have Myungha slumped over on a bench with the "coming soon" on the wall to his right. Time keeps ticking down.

Oooh. Interesting. The apricots are back. I really need to look up and confirm what they symbolize. But even without knowing specific meaning, it's telling that Myungha said they had fallen. He wasn't seeing hope or a chance to gather fruit. But Yeowoon still had "hope" of sorts. He was still able to gather fruit. With the dialogue of how he can handle things followed by things like this, I'm really beginning to think Yeowoon and his hope are going to be critical in solving the impending problems. Myungha tends to think more negatively.

We're down to less than a minute. No way that Myungha can choose between them. I'd be disappointed if he did. I really think it's an extra bit of cruel that he can see each of them dead. Like those are not the visions you want in your brain.

"I choose both."

But unfortunately, that's not how most games work. They're programmed. Unlike life, choices are set. Both wasn't an option.

So he incurs the consequence. His time is being deducted. And it's showing him what would've happened in that time? Is that what is occurring? What kind of hellish date montage is this.

From 247 days to 15?!?!

That's one heck of a penalty. But...both Yeowoon and Grandma are alive right? I can't say I'm upset about that part.

But we still have a system error? That can't be good, but the doors are green. Optimizing can be a positive thing. Although it typically means removing unnecessary components or streamlining processes. What's considered unnecessary here? We've already lost days. I'm going to be thinking on that....as I sleep. Sleep is very necessary, and I'm going to rest in the knowledge that both Yeowoon and Grandma are safe.

(Pause)

So I was told in the comments on the last post to make sure I watched episode 7 and 8 together. Between vacation and my big work project, that meant I had to wait almost a month before coming back to this show. I just haven't had a big enough chunk of time.

But here we are, with Myungha now running through the green doors. This hallway isn't pleasant looking though. Are we back in a maze? There is red again. He's in a stairwell with someone approaching. Do we go up or down?

Apparently neither. We're going back through the water. This conversation is interesting. Do you choose to break up and save yourself the pain or stay together longer even if it involves pain?

Country music song entered my head. "I could have missed the pain, but I'd had to miss the dance." And I'll be honest, I'm not going to dwell on this dialogue much at the moment. It would get way too personal too fast. But it doesn't surprise me that Myungha chooses to "break up". We've seen before that he tries to avoid pain. In some ways, he runs from it. He had started running towards Yeowoon instead of running away, but old habits and mindsets are hard to break.

I find it interesting that he's focused on "didn't you say we get to part on good terms?" I like how senior isn't making the choice for Myungha. He's saying things like "is it?" Making sure Myungha thinks about it, but he's not necessarily leading him in a particular direction.

The filming of this scene is fascinating to me. Yes, I will focus on that for now. We're seeing the silhouettes. This is an abstract conversation that's providing the outline. But it's an outline where Myungha can't see all of the details of what that really means. Senior's line "is it?" takes on more meaning in that context. Is that really the best option?

Holy hell. Of course he'll choose to sacrifice himself. I have strong feelings. I'm not sure exactly what they are at the moment. But they are strong. As in I want to smash all the keys on my keyboard level strong. It makes sense that Myungha would choose Yeowoon. He already tried to make a third option, and the game didn't allow it. I'm just going to hope that Yeowoon comes through with his apricots somehow and finds the magic door. He wouldn't want Myungha to sacrifice himself.

Myungha really didn't take a lot of time to make that decision. That one was easy for him.

Yeowoon is happily planning the future, and this feels like a more serious version of the vibe when Myungha and Kyunghoon were talking about college. Myungha knows he doesn't have time.

So you're telling me that the GIF I discounted as a spoiler because it's likely he was going to say "I love you" at some point was made when YEOWOON COULDN'T HEAR IT!!!! 😭😭😭 And Yeowoon has no clue what's going on. I'm having keyboard smashing feelings again.

I do wonder if he'll start to pick up on Myungha's mood though.

Lol. Yeowoon is pouting. "I wanted to be alone with you." Sorry, you're having a party with our friends...complete with the video game music. It feels like a while since we heard that music, but let's be real -> I've spread this watch out over so many months at this point that I have no idea which episode I heard it in last.

The bickering kills me every time though. "That's why Myungha likes me (and not you)."

OMG. Complete with sticking the tongue out! I love this relationship, and the pettiness between them. I'll fully admit that I got in a lot of trouble on more than one occasion when I was younger for sticking my tongue out at people. Is this also when I admit though that I'd have no idea how to grill the meat? It's the reason I've never ordered anything with a tabletop grill at a Korean/Asian restaurant.

While I love that our quad is having another shared meal together, I don't love that this feels like Myungha saying goodbye to them.

LOL. Sangwon stole the lettuce wrap.

Aww. We're at the picture from the intro. But unlike the intro, Myungha is staring at Yeowoon instead of the camera. His face isn't shown. That's interesting.

Cha Yeowoon is getting popular which means Myungha has earned a reward. He can change something. Intriguing. That feels powerful.

Yeowoon is precious, and Myungha has to be having big feels. Because Yeowoon is basically saying bad things always happen to those around him. If Myungha dies, where does that leave Yeowoon. "Good terms" doesn't necessarily mean they're both happy afterwards. Actually, it could mean Yeowoon is still devastated.

"But I only have you. Never leave my side." 😭😭😭

This conversation got deep. Yeowoon doesn't think Myungha likes him, because he still doesn't rely on him. These conversations have to be ripping Myungha apart. The tears in his eyes are going to rip me apart. Yeowoon won't be having an easy time either though. It has to feel like Myungha is putting walls up.

Yeowoon saying "I Love You" triggers another system error. Why? It's possible the system errors are related somehow to Myungha and his emotions. But I'd have to go back and track when each of them happened. It'd work for the two in this episode at least.

This is a great shot. Myungha sitting underneath the label of the high school. Arrows pointing in two opposite directions. One of them with water.

Myungha is granted a magic pen. I thought there may be writing on it, but I can't see it clearly.

Myungha has a fever. Sangwon helps him. Meanwhile, Yeowoon is meeting with the company rep. He agrees to be the brand model. Anyone know what the neon sign in the back says? I'm assuming it's just the name of a place, but neon signs always make me curious. This one has the window bar blocking it though so I can't translate.

Yeowoon is learning that Myungha is playing a role in this agreement. And...that's got to feel in some ways like Myungha going behind his back and not letting him take care of his own business. The business he specifically asked to be allowed to take care of himself.

Yeowoon is going to join a competition on August 14. That definitely seems like it's after Myungha would "die". (Note: I'm not accepting that currently.) Giving the competition a date feels purposeful.

Yeowoon is looking in on Myungha's desk. I'm having flashbacks of episode 1. Where Myungha was looking for Yeowoon initially but Yeowoon wasn't there. That resulted in Myungha running to save Yeowoon. But apparently the reverse isn't happening...yet. Boo. I still think it will at some point. It just makes narrative sense.

Sangwon isn't at school. LOL. Yeowoon still didn't have Sangwon's number. I make no judgment there.

We're running! It did happen. But he didn't find Myungha.

Yeowoon only found bars. He is definitely being kept out of the loop and blocked out of Myungha's decision making. I'm distracted by the fruit tree in the garden.

Myungha is at Yeowoon's? With a gift? After Yeowoon has been searching for him all day and couldn't get a hold of him? I'm not sure that I'd be angry in Yeowoon's position, but it feels like something that a lot of people would be angry about. And Yeowoon is angry.

Oh. I hadn't thought about that implication. That's enough to make Yeowoon angry for sure. Because it's been the one thing he's wanted all along. And for it to seem like Myungha chose Sangwon over him? That's going to hurt.

Why do you always deal with everything on your own?

Yeah. I'm not touching this dialogue right now either. But it's powerful. Emotions are complex. Relationships are complex. There's often layers and multiple things can be true at once. As a side note, I know it's not important, but the neon sign in the back apparently says "mountain church" according to my translation app.

Yeowoon: "I think I'm really unhappy."

Ooof. That was Myungha's mission. That's WHY he made his choice was because it was supposed to mean Yeowoon's happiness. But he had only seen the outline. The silhouette. And Myungha didn't see everything that was within those lines when he made that choice.

There are so many great shots and frames within this show. The way Yeowoon is trapped here while Myungha can't be seen at all as he's behind the wall.

Side note: The heart flower on the gift bag is really cute.

Myungha is back at Sangwon's. We see Myungha get the text about the competition. We've now seen it twice. It's important for some reason. Oh, this was a flashback. He bought him medals.

But I'm more focused on the clocks that all show different times. Same place, but different times. Is this like The Little Prince quote? Hmm. It doesn't look like any of them show 3 or 4. Reinforces my thought that one of them may have to wait on the other. Unless, it's really just time ticking down. But in that case, there would be no need for the multiple clocks. I'll keep thinking on this one.

Myungha is stewing. Yeowoon is stewing.

Myungha is spiraling really. "Who am I to think I could make you happy?" Oh boy. Um. Red alarm. Red alarm. That phrase has all kinds of self-loathing in it.

Days are ticking down. Yeowoon is still running. He's no longer in the blue shoes. He had them on a minute ago as Myungha looked at him through the window, but no longer. No! Yeowoon is crying too. I hate it here.

SENIOR! How is this parting on good terms?!?! HOW?!

Yeowoon specifically asks Myungha to leave him alone and lets go of his hand. "I'm in agony" 😭😭😭

Myungha: "It's my fault." "Let's break up."

I'm weeping. Both of them are hurting so much.

Myungha has a lot on his mind, and his choices aren't easy. But Yeowoon is devastating me in this scene. He's begging to be loved. That was Yeowoon's dream. His drawing. To be loved by the people he loves. And he doesn't think Myungha loves him in the same way. He doesn't feel like he's enough for Myungha. But he's begging Myungha to let him love him anyways.

Ok, his voice breaking and lip quivering may have made me ugly sob. Him promising to not doing anything that Myungha doesn't want. I'm going to have to pause a minute.

(Pause)

Yeowoon saying I love you causes a system error again. Myungha walks away. 😭😭😭

Myungha is devastated too. Really, both of them were in a place where they didn't think they could make the other one happy. But so much of that had to do with the fact that they weren't communicating about the problems. I can't imagine how that conversation could possibly have went from Myungha's perspective. "So...I'm from a different world...." But it is true that he was not trusting Yeowoon.

Time left: 3 days; And a close up of the magic pen that is going to have to be put into use soon.

HOW DO WE RESOLVE THIS? What change could Myungha make that would "fix" things per se? I hesitate asking that, because I'm sure from Myungha's perspective it's something self sacrificial. As grandma said, he doesn't do a good job of thinking about himself.

Pen is opening, and that's an interesting transition.

Similar tone to the shot that stressed me out in episode 6. Reflection shot again. Can't see his feet at all. He's not grounded at the moment.

Will you use the "Original Author's Pen" on the character you chose? I'm confused. I'm assuming that means the pen is senior's. But this means he changes something about a character?

Yeah. The next frame says it's a "characterization" being changed and they'll be charged with your accumulated affection level. This feels like riddles. Because this was the reward. But it's the ability to do it that is the reward. The choice he makes still has a cost, but what exactly would "being charged" mean? Reduced health? The day count is already pretty low. Couldn't he just write down "Make Yeowoon happy"? I mean, I know that undermines the entirety of the show. But....it feels like an option here.

He starts to write "Cha Yeowoon" and then it cuts out and we see him close the pen.

Error/Settings Error. He's back in his room.

😒

I'm having not nice thoughts at the moment. What did our self-sacrificing hero do? I'm guessing that's why we didn't see him finish the sentence. Because writing "Make Yeowoon happy" or similar would not delete Myungha. Unless that was the cost? Hmm.

This feels like it goes back to that line of "Who am I to think I could make him happy?" I again don't know for sure what feeling I am experiencing, but it's one that makes me want to smash my keyboard. I'm probably supposed to feel sad right now, but I want to reach through the screen and wring Myungha's neck. He did something. SOMETHING STUPID AND SELF-SACRIFICING.

The question I guess will come down to...what did he actually write?

I find it interesting that his bowl is still left there. In both this scene and the one with his grandma/Yeowoon, his place setting is still there. So even if he's being deleted himself, the evidence of him existing remains? That feels important. I can't see the full quote on the bowl. It does look like a penguin on the cup. They typically symbolize love and loyalty. Resilience yet again. Actually, it's a really good symbol for Myungha as they also evoke selflessness and they are often associated with parenthood.

Myungha runs out of the room, and we see both globes within the narrow space that's left ajar. The door closes. Interesting. The door has closed on the two worlds?

I would be panicking, but I'm now fully latching on to the symbols. Penguins go on long journeys. They come back. The Little Prince came back. Plus, there's a whole episode left and I know there's at least one gif I haven't seen yet lol. That's cheating. I don't care.

No one can see Myungha. The server is damaged.

He remembers the buff from running into Yeowoon, but Yeowoon isn't answering calls.

Ok. So what did Myungha write? Because if he had wrote something like "make me disappear", it shouldn't be surprising to him that it happened. This feels like the being careful of your words thing all over again.

We're running. Always running in this show. He's trying to run towards Yeowoon. He asks where Yeowoon is. I find it interesting that Yeowoon can hear him even when no one else could.

Uh...........

The world is falling apart. I've ran out of screenshots. For the record, those two sentences are not connected.

The signs on the stairs are interesting. "Stay hungry, stay foolish". "If you can dream it...". Doesn't really matter....the entire floor and walls are cracking.

Myungha said to come to the rooftop. Yeowoon is running.

The sky is ripping itself apart into a night sky. There are no stairs down anymore. Yeowoon trips coming up and is bleeding.

Penguins. It'll be okay. Myungha is a penguin.

But this feels like an apocalypse. 🫣

"Cause of error is being deleted".

Myungha yells Yeowoon's name, but we end up with a splashing sound and Myungha falling while reaching. Presumably, Yeowoon didn't make it in time.

End episode.

Yeah, I can see why you said I need to watch both 7 and 8 together. My heart rate is up and I feel stressed.

WHAT DID HE WRITE?!?!?