#🌌 // loop

[ikusayu-no-hana]

"And suppose I can't protect history?" "We will have no choice but to cut you down."

Touken Ranbu Kai: Kyoden Moyuru Honnouji, coming April 2024!

[malwarechips]

that one conversation after you've used the dagger at least once

[thenothlng]

i hope its us in the end detail shots below the cut.

[skyseas]

"Uh.. Ludwolf welcome you to.. Err.. Tag? Place? Tag place.. Tag area..? Whatever.."

🪽 | Fatuus Wish - Answering Asks.

🔧 | Tinkering - Reblogs.

�� | Birds of a feather - Starters.

🌌 | A huge world - Promos.

🪆 | Special Guest; Estrella. (ill eventually make him his own little slot in this big ass multi-muse blog lmao)

📃 | Old News - interactions with the harbingers!

🌹 | Rainbow Roses and their meaning.. - interactions with @clockwork-freminet // idk if they don't want me to interact with them T_T tba,,

🐺 | the big bad wolf - Answering asks.

🍄‍🟫 | could be poisonous - Reblogs.

🌿 | Plant life - Starters

⛺ | Thievery - Promos

tba,,,

🌊 | The water's edge - Answering Asks

🧜 | For big brother Ray. - Reblogs

⛵ | Hello landwalker - Starters

🐚 | The sea welcomes you! - Promos

🧜‍♀️ | My dear friend Airi - Interactions with Airi! [@airiswims. apologies if you don't wanna be mentioned.]

🧜 | Big brother? - Interactions with Ray [an oc of one of my bestest friend's :3]

🔥 | Set your spirits ablaze! /ref - Answering Asks.

🍳 | Chef coming through! - Reblogs

🍪 | Here; have a cookie! - Starters

❤️‍🔥 | Burning hearts! - Promos

tba!!

📜 | Never-ending loop of existence. - Answering Asks.

⚠️ | A warning hit - Reblogs.

⚔️ | The fight will last. -Starters

🌸 | From my dearest daughter - Promos

TBA!! ^_^

No anon-signoffs here yet!

[kijagf]

i'm still thinking about that cut hadestown lyrics bcos its a little bit cynical "he kept trying as though he could change the world" but the thing is he DID change the world. but at the same time the whole story is narrated by hermes who knows the ending and he has seen it played out again and again he knows that orpheus will succeed in changing the world and the world will also fall apart again. it's a little bit sad but endearing as he looks on at orpheus' futile efforts that will succeed but ultimately change nothing and yet it means everything that he continues to try and change the world again and again

[kazehita]

Goobers <3

Loop concepts with some other cosmic objects

2hats/secret spoilers beneath the cut 🌌 (also mild body horror(?))

^^ did this immediately after getting the secret ending. i love them

[aroace-poly-show]

in stars and time ask game 🌌

1- favorite character?

2- favorite npc?

3- favorite soundtrack?

4- favorite memory?

5- favorite optional event?

6- do you have a battle strategy you’d like to share?

7- anything you’re still curious about in-game?

8- any post-game things you’d like to see?

9- any theories on unanswered questions from the game? (about the forgotten island, why colors disappeared, etc)

10- any headcanons about the in-game world? (about the forgotten island, craft types, just like. world building hcs, etc)

11- any character headcanons?

12- what got you interested in the game?

13- if you’ve played the game, how many loops did you do? if you’ve played it multiple times, whats the least amount of loops you did? the most?

14- favorite character portrait(s)? (feel free to specify a character! or not! do whatever!)

15- anything you’d change about the game? be it game mechanics, a new feature, a change in plot, etc

16- what craft type do you think you’d be?

17- if you could have any of the snacks bonnie makes during the snack breaks, which would you choose?

18- free question!! send a question of your choice or treat this as an opportunity to let receiver ramble about anything they’d like

[celestialprincesse]

🕊️🌌

Slutty hours™️

Simon knows you're a brat, knows that you like being put in your place by him with a strong hand looped around the thin skin at your clavicle or a threat growled low into your ear, telling you to behave for him, be good for him. You never are, that's why he loves you - he knows that you won't simper and cower under him just because he's stronger, bigger, meaner. Until he fucks you. 

When his firm hands grip into your hips like they're the rope pulling him to salvation, like you're the most heavenly thing he's seen, whispering prayers into the skin of your neck - biting into you like forbidden fruit, like you're his Persephone and spring is just around the corner. It's in the way his ears inadvertently prick up when you mewl and gasp and whine under him, like a sailor to a sirens song, he'll do anything to hear it again and again - so be it if it kills him, he'll die a happy man. When he looks up from between your legs, licking at you like a starved man to the sweetest of honey, his eyes are glazed over with something you could only ever describe as sheer reverence, and his whispered words of adoration don't reach your ears, too muffled by the plushy skin of your thighs softer than the richest velvet. 

When Simon fucks you, it's a ritual, a prayer to anything that listens, above or below, a prayer to come home to you, that you will be his for as long as you'll have him. It's a mantra every time he snaps his hips, has you crying out as his tip brushes your cervix, nails digging red runes into the scarred skin of his back, inviting magic into your home, into your bed. The way he kisses at your stomach, palms at your waist, invoking the gods to make his seed strong, your womb fertile, to give you everything you want. He wants to show you how strong you are, to create a life, to carry it, to take dreams and make them tangible. 

Simon thinks you don't realise the way he holds you like glass after he's finished, breathes in the scent of your hair and sweat and traces of perfume, breathes you in like you'll be torn away from him, sent back to whatever heaven you fell from just for him. You do, you notice the way he rests his head on your heart, his hand on your navel, the way he lets his body, so marred by fear and death and sacrifice, try to create life, to find peace in the simplicity of tired, sighed out breaths in a quiet room, and whispered words of worship - of hope.

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I didn't mean for this to get so deep😃 wanted to write some filthy smut and this came out instead 🫤

[dailyisat]

stardust!!!!! ✨ it's Loop Luesday! ✨ -🌌

[vinelark]

what r some fics that shaped your psyche? you have so many good recs im currently rereading the to an athlete dying young series

hello! you sent me this ask ages ago and i've been meaning to get to it ever since. (it took me so long to answer that i'm sure you've reread to an athlete dying young by @sonosvegliato many times over by now but hell yeah, what a good one.)

these are a few fics--dc and beyond--that have been in my "in case of emergency" epub folder (aka fics i want to have on hand immediately to reread on bad days, or good days, or even average days) for a few years now. so here is an extremely incomplete list of fics that have shaped my psyche!

for dc specifically--if i tried to list all of them i would just end up repeating my whole fic rec tag, so these are just a few of the ones i read when i was getting into this fandom that stayed with me/made me want to seek out more for these characters:

📸 surveillance series by @smilebackwards

this series located the tim drake center of my brain and lit it up like the vegas strip.

🎒 like a hinge, like a wing by @bonesbuckleup

one of my go-to rereads for pangs; chapter one is a masterclass in tension. also, one of my favorite pre-robin tim pov fics of all time.

💻 nominal by @unpretty

"you don't get it, batman is a comedy" --conversation i've had with multiple people using this fic as my thesis statement.

🌃 the jingle jangle morning by @audreycritter

the moment somebody in my vicinity says "i love dick grayson" i'm on their doorstep with this fic url.

🚉 a meditation on railroading by @eggmacguffin

there's a moment in this fic known among my friends as "baby wipes jason" and it has successfully converted no less than three people to the fandom.

and then for non-dc fic:

🌌 atlas by @megafaunatic (mdzs & tgcf)

did i read this before i had a single clue who the characters were? yes. did i return to it once i did and lose my mind a little? yes. lore etymologyplayground writes that “so so so in love and pining so hard the lines between us are blurring and we haven’t made a move yet but it’s inevitable” flavor with such a deft hand; it is in fact called the lorezone. if any friends-to-lovers pining i write can achieve even 50% of a lorezone i will have done my job.

🪿 If they caught you by @feyburner (tgcf)

i go back to this when i think about setup and payoff, when i think about subtle misdirects, when i think about the monumental task of creating whole compelling new characters in 6k words.

🧪 away childish things by lettered (hp)

one of the best de-aging trope stories i've ever read; i think of this when i want to take a trope to its maximum potential and then go: no wait, there's even more.

(another fav de-aging fic is grow by @cafecliche; shorter plot but no less pangs 🌱)

🏡 in defiance of all geometry by @idiopath-fic-smile (les mis)

a fic that's a perfect reread when i need something cozy and full of character, and a perfect touchstone when i'm pondering something where the world may not hang in the balance but the stakes still matter.

📔 The Absolutely True Story of the Yiling Patriarch: A Manifesto in Many Parts by aubreyli (cql/mdzs)

paragon of metahumor, basically. i think of this when i want to write something that's funny in both text and form.

🍚 and his wanting grows teeth by @yuebings (cql/mdzs)

masterclass in pangy backstory reveal; the way the first scene loops back around to punch you in the gut long after you've forgotten it will forever be seared into my brain.

also, most answers on this list fit the bill!

(apologies again that this answer is so belated; it took me ages to write up partially because i kept stopping to reread these fics every time i tried.)

[mewintheflesh-2]

WEEEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHE THE BELOVED THE HE THE HIMB!!!!!!!!

THE SILLY!!!!!!!!

ALSO GRARARARA MORE DISABLED REP 👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹 GIVE

The husbands, they’re divorced and in love and we’re never married and are destined to be together and destined to kill eachother

Skyvember Day 23: Leader

I’M BACK ON TRACK! (I still haven't finished the Crossover day but shhh 🤫)

IT’S NIKEY BABY!!

He so silly :3

My little cousin thought of the idea that he has prosthetic legs and hearing aids, and I gotta say that's the best idea she's ever had in her entire life.

It makes sense that his hearing would deteriorate after repeated years of warfare. I don't know how Larry’s ears have survived.

I think Nikey could've lost his legs in a brawl between him and Larry. Since Nikey is the one to go back in time, Larry has to refrain from killing him to keep his endless torture going. That doesn't mean he can't brutally injure him while he can!

His feelings are the total opposite of Larry's. Nikey sees it as life or death, Larry just sees it as a game.

[malwarechips]

my dragon

[jameswebb-discoveries]

Discovery Alert! In a new discovery released this week, The Intricate Dance of HD110067's Six-Planet Resonance Unveiled.

Discovery Alert! In a new discovery released this week, The Intricate Dance of HD110067's Six-Planet Resonance Unveiled. Read full article here

🌠 Brace yourselves for the cosmic marvel just revealed by the stars! 🌟 NASA's TESS and ESA's Cheops joined forces to unlock the secrets of HD110067, a star system with not 1, not 2, but SIX planets swirling in perfect cosmic choreography! 🪐✨

Picture this: a gravitational dance where six "sub-Neptunes" move in sync, painting the vastness of space with their rhythmic orbits. 🎶 It's like a mesmerizing ballet that's been unfolding for over a billion years! 🌌🎭

🔍 What's the scoop? TESS first detected the star's winks in 2020, hinting at potential planets. Fast forward to 2023, and Cheops steps in with its cosmic detective skills, revealing not just two, but a celestial sextuplet in perfect harmony. 🕵️‍♂️🔬

🔄 Orbital waltz alert! These planets are not just any space neighbors; they're in an "in sync" gravitational lockstep. Think of it as a rhythmic beat where each planet completes its cosmic loop with precision, creating a pattern that can literally be set to music! 🎵🌌

Let's give it up for the unsung heroes of the cosmic saga – the astronomers, the telescopes, and the satellites. 👏✨ The universe just dropped another beat, and we're here for it! 🚀💫 #CelestialDiscovery #CosmicSymphony #HD110067Dance #SpaceBallet #StellarHarmony

[blossomwritesthings]

𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 | 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐯𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞

⬷ 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞��𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞 ┊ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 ┊ 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 →

pairing: minho x felix (minlix)

genre: dancer!minho/artist!felix. brothers best friend troupe. college au. age gap (abt 4 years). minho pov. extremely dark themes throughout, including smut - MDNI, 18+ only.

word count: 5.3k

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a/n: Heyyyy, how ya'll doingggg????? 😜🤍 im back bitches, and BETTER than ever (I'm not, trust me. I'm just completely lying here). But yeah, I've been so busy with life that I haven't had the chance to upload a new chapter in a hawt minute... so here ya'll bitches go 👺Also, I saw NCT DREAM OVER THE WEEKEND AND HELLO!?!?!??!?!?!?! THEY WERE BETTER THAN I EVER, EVER THOUGHT THEY COULD BE!!!!! I loved it so fucking much, and it was so crazy finally getting to see them live after being a fan since before debut. I missed my baby renjunnie though, and since he's one of my biases, I def missed his presence. but I completely understand why he wasn't here and I look forward to his return very soon! 💗🥺

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ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ sɪᴛᴇs (ᴛʜɪs ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs ᴛʀᴀɴsʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴs). do not copy, spin-off, or write inspired work based off of this fanfic without full permission to do so. ©ʙʟᴏssᴏᴍᴡʀɪᴛᴇsᴛʜɪɴɢs ⤐ ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛs ʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ

̶﹒⊹﹒Lᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʟɢᴏʀɪᴛʜᴍ, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ I ᴋɴᴏᴡ I’ʟʟ ᴏɴʟʏ ʙᴇ ɪᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴛ ！،، 🌌  𖥻 𓂃 ɪғ I'ᴍ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ, ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡ, sʜᴀʀᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ sᴜʙsᴄʀɪʙᴇ ᴛᴏ╰╮ 🌑

Never in his life, did Lee Minho ever think he’d wake up beside Lee Felix. 

  But that’s exactly what he found himself doing the next morning. 

  The morning after everything had crumbled apart and they had shared half of their feelings and felt each other in the deepest of ways and passions.

  Turning onto his side, Minho reached out and ghosted a few fingers against Felix’s freckled cheek. His skin was warm to the touch, his presence in Minho’s bed sending a comforting aura across the entire room. 

  Then, Felix was stirring. The early morning rays were shining down on them through the nearby window, hitting Minho’s back and cascading across the younger man’s face. It highlighted his sharp cheekbones, his puffy lips that were still a little swollen. Eyes skirting down just a tiny bit, Minho noticed the way Felix’s bare collarbone and shoulders peeked out from underneath the covers, glimmering in the sunlight. 

  He looked like a real-life faerie. Like a tiny sprite that had just creeped out of the woods the night before, slipping into Minho’s bed and keeping him warm for as long as he wished. 

  “Mornin’.” A low, gravelly voice broke through the serene quiet of the bedroom. The contrast of his dark tone compared to his ethereal features thew Minho for a loop, as his eyes locked onto Felix’s. 

  Hands reaching out, Minho grabbed at the younger’s bare skin. Until he had a hand on his waist and the other woven in his messy blonde tresses. “Morning, princess,” Minho whispered, yanking Felix close and planting a few messy kisses to his lips. Felix let out a tiny giggle, hiding his growing blush in the crook of Minho’s neck. “Sleep well, my pretty princess?” 

  “Stop calling me that…” Felix whined out, shifting in Minho’s hold as he carded his small fingers through dark locks. 

  Skirting one of his hands across Felix’s skin, he traced the grooves of his spine, circling the middle of his back before continuing to go south. Soon, Minho’s fingers were sinking into the flesh of the blonde’s ass, squeezing there by the tiniest bit as he spoke. “Why? Does it make you… feel good?” Muttering against Felix’s ear, Minho bared his teeth and scraped them against the younger’s earlobe. 

  That earned a strangled groan from Felix, and Minho could feel him growing hotter by the second. His temperature rising at Minho’s actions and words. So Minho did the only thing he felt like doing in that moment - reaching down with his other hand, past the thick comforter and sheet, and firmly taking ahold of Felix’s ass. 

  “H-hng…” Was the only thing that slipped from Felix’s lips in reply to Minho’s earlier question. He moved against Minho, squirming on his side as the older’s nails made half-crescent shapes into the flesh of his asscheeks. 

  “What was that, princess? You’ll have to speak up, daddy can’t hear you that well…” Minho said, tone lilting and playful. Unmistakably, the air in the room had shifted. To something with much more weight to it— heated, and insatiable. 

  Felix was rising from his spot beside Minho abruptly, towering over his form with a furrowed brow and an annoyed light in his eyes. But the quivering of his bottom lip didn’t go unnoticed by Minho, neither did the furious blush that dusted across his freckles. 

  “M-Makes me horny, okay?!” Felix exclaimed in a rather loud outburst, ripping his hands away from Minho’s hair. Then, he was placing his warm palms against Minho’s shoulders, using the body underneath him for better purchase. 

  One of Minho’s hands left Felix’s ass after that, reaching up to the younger’s face. Tracing gentle fingers against his warm cheek, before curving under his jaw, Minho watched in astute pleasure as Felix all but melted into his touch. “Of course it does… because you love looking pretty, hmm? You love making people talk with your bold outfits- with your slutty booty shorts and sparkly tube tops.” 

  “Do you think I’m pretty in those things?” Felix asked, failing to meet Minho’s gaze and instead focus on his chest. His small fingers drew aimless shapes against Minho’s skin, forcing gooseflesh the surface of the elder’s entire body. 

  Minho could feel something break and dissolve in the pit of his heart— at the thought of Felix dressing in such things for his attention only. “Oh princess— every time you wear those kinds of things, I—” But he cut himself off at the last moment, deciding to hold himself back. 

  Jeongin’s words from earlier came into the forefront of his mind then, the long text string that he had been sent in relation to Felix’s childhood after Minho had left flooded all of his thoughts again. 

  Because there he was— there Felix was, practically straddling his waist, completely bare of clothing. Looking down at him with such a pitiful expression on his face. Asking— begging, silently, for Minho to speak his mind. 

  But all Minho could think about in that moment was that they still had so much to talk about — and Felix had no idea that he knew. 

  “Tell me. Please— tell me, Min.” Felix whispered, leaning into him then and pressing a few light pecks onto his lips. He was trying to coax the words out of Minho, but the older man wasn’t budging. “You can dress me up, if you want… I’ll be your pretty doll. I can be anything you want and I—”

  Felix’s words made Minho freeze up completely. 

  I’ll be your pretty doll. 

  I can be anything you want. 

  And it just… it didn’t feel quite right. 

  The things Felix was saying to him in the early morning light had a different tone to them than they had in the throngs of twilight. 

  Like, as soon as daylight appeared, the Lee Felix from the night before was wiped away. And what was left was… a shell of the man Minho had fallen asleep next to. 

  Instead, this Felix was begging for him— 

  Begging in a way that left a sour taste in Minho’s mouth, 

  That made his heart clench in pain, 

  That made his mind spin with millions of different doubts. 

  “Felix, stop. Stop, baby.” 

  He had to say it twice, cutting through the mindless void Felix had seemed to fall into so quickly. 

  Subspace, 

  That’s what Chris had called it once. When divulging Minho in some of his one-night stands with girls around town.

  Felix was in subspace, and Minho was afraid he had put the blonde there. 

  Feeling like he was a spectator looking on at the scene, like he was currently breathing outside of his body, Minho’s hands moved up Felix’s sides. Then he was moving their positions, until Felix’s head was back on the pillow and Minho was standing up from the bed. 

  “Wha— did I do something wrong?” Felix slurred his words only slightly. Like he was drunk off of grape soju. But Minho knew he was completely sober in that moment. Just that… he was still slipping into subspace, and that Minho would have to be a lot more careful about their dynamic from then-on. With the nicknames, too. As princess evidently triggered something deep seated in Felix’s mind. 

  Minho hastily pulled his legs through a pair of black sweatpants, before he was leaning over the bed and brushing a few gentle fingers through Felix’s hair. “Baby, no. You did nothing wrong… it’s just that— we need to talk. Before we go any further.” 

  Felix sat up in bed after that, resting his back against the headboard as his eyes fixed on Minho’s body. “Okay… what do you wanna talk about?” He was still speaking slowly, but Minho could tell he was beginning to come out of… the space. Thank God Minho hadn’t pushed any further while in bed, otherwise he was afraid Felix wouldn’t be able to pull himself up again. 

  “Chris will probably be home soon. I think it’d be best if you were back at your place and he didn’t find his little brother naked in his best friend’s bed,” Minho said, throwing his phone onto his nearby desk and fitting a shirt over his head. “Besides, after everything that’s happened in the last few days… I don’t wanna put him through anything else.” 

  “That can’t possibly be what you wanted to talk about.” 

  Felix was a lot more intuitive than Minho gave him credit for. A lot more. Perhaps the younger man could read his face a little too well— how his brow was furrowed the tiniest bit and the corners of his mouth were dipped towards the floor. 

  But one look at Felix in his bed, bare chest completely exposed as he rested against the mountain of pillows. Blonde hair messy and cheeks still rosy from the night before, dark brown eyes glossed over by the tiniest of bits… 

  And Minho didn’t have the heart to break the perfect, quiet bubble they were still in. 

  “It doesn’t matter, forget I said anything,” Minho said, running a frustrated hand through his hair. And so suddenly, he felt like he was about to suffocate under Felix’s gaze there in the bedroom. So he made for his bathroom, deciding to brush his teeth and wash his face before having to brave the outside world again. 

  There was silence for a few moments, but Minho could hear the bed creaking and movement just beyond the bathroom door. Then, like a beautiful phantom ghosting his presence once more, Felix was standing in the doorway of the bathroom, boxers now covering at least part of him. “But it does matter, because you matter to me.” His words came out soft and light, and Minho could feel the younger’s eyes on him as he finished washing his face with his green tea foam cleanser. 

  Minho said nothing to that, instead focusing on drying off his face with a towel. But Felix was unavoidable, it would seem. Since he was blocking the doorway out. Eyes sliding across the bathroom to meet Felix’s, Minho tilted his head and offered him a deep sigh. “I just— I don’t wanna hurt you anymore than I already have.” 

  “You could never hurt me, not again.” 

  “No, that’s where you’re wrong. Because I definitely will. Again, and again.” At that, he managed to slip out of the bathroom, striding across his bedroom floor.

  “I don’t fucking care, Minho. Hurt me all you want, but I’ll never stop loving you. Never. I want no one else in this world to hurt me but you.” 

  Minho stopped his pacing across his bedroom, staring back at Felix who was now perched at the edge of his bed. “You have to know that it wasn’t by my own volition. I never asked to be aware of it.” Minho started, as he began his pacing once more. Each one of his movements was tracked by keen eyes, like a cat watching its owner prowl around the world. 

  Felix stayed quiet, allowing Minho to collect his jumbled thoughts. The older man could feel his heart beating his chest in that moment, thumping against his ribcage. It hurt to breath out, his nostrils felt like they were on fire and his throat constricted with the lump that was steadily growing against his tongue. 

  “Jeongin told me.”

  For a moment, nothing happened. But Minho stopped his manic walking, turning around to face Felix once more. He was halfway across the bedroom, watching for anything to register on the younger’s face.

  “Okay… and what exactly did he tell you?” Felix asked, raising a dark, quizzical eyebrow in the wake of Minho’s words. 

  Fists clenching at his side, Minho almost didn’t have the heart to tell him. To tell this small, beautiful being sitting on his bed that he knew all the sins committed against him previously. To tell him that he knew— about all the hurt and abuse and violence. Even still, Minho couldn’t bring himself to hold it back any longer. Knowing it all had been killing him silently for long enough. 

  “He told me about— you, Felix. About everything that happened after I left for college during your high school years.” 

  Immediately, that’s all it took. 

  All it took, for the life to completely drain out of Lee Felix. 

  In an instant, he was no longer a stunning, otherworldly faerie sitting atop a plush bed. 

  Instead, he was a ghostly shell of a person - bleached of all color, like a black-and-white painting on canvas. 

  Nothing happened for what felt like a millennium. Time seemed to stop, as Minho watched the Felix before him break down. Outer wall crumbling brick by brick, shoulders drooping and face draining of all semblance of life. 

 Suddenly, he looked so tired. 

  So, so fucking tired. 

  “Why would he tell you…” Felix whispered in a low tone, shaking his head slowly. His limbs were beginning to shake, as his fingers clenched tightly into fists. Then his gaze was locking onto Minho’s, and the older man could see the rage boiling just beneath the surface there. “Why the fuck would he tell you?!” 

 The scream came out in a guttural, heart-breaking kind of way. Minho didn’t know what to do just then - he was frozen in his place, watching as all the emotions rippled and cascaded through the man sitting before him. 

  Felix was rising up from the bed in the next instant, beginning to tear across the room for his clothes that had been tossed aside the night before. The entire time, he was muttering things under his breath, heaving strangled breaths in his anger. “This is complete bullshit! After all the shit I did for him— he stabbed me in the fucking back!” Somehow, he was able to find his purple tracksuit and shove him limbs into the fabric. “I swear to god I’m going to fucking kill him!” 

  The pure venom in Felix’s voice sent a shiver down Minho’s spine. He had never seen him so full of rage - so vengeful, even despite all of the bad arguments they had had in the past. Minho feared this was unlike anything Felix had ever experienced before… and the older man did the only thing he knew in that exact moment. 

  “Felix, please— he was just doing it to protect you. He knew you’d never tell me.” Minho started, making his way over to Felix and grabbing ahold of his arm to stop him from fleeing the bedroom entirely. 

  Felix stared up at him with a dark look under his eyes, the rosiness in his cheeks completely gone and instead replaced with a shadowy haze. “Protect me… protect me!” Felix shouted, laughing incredulously. But Minho knew nothing was directed at him. The younger man was just upset, and he didn’t know how to express himself properly. “It’s my life. It’s my fucking story to tell, no one else’s!” Felix turned to face Minho finally, poking a finger into his chest with each of his words. 

  “I know, and I’m sorry he did that. He should’ve gotten permission first. He wasn’t thinking right, he was drunk and—”

  “I didn’t want you to ever know, don’t you see?!” Felix suddenly cried in an outburst. In an instant, his small fingers were gripping onto the collar of Minho’s shirt, clawing at it for dear life. Like if he held on long enough, the nightmare would end and he’d wake up and realize it was all a murky dream. “But now- oh God, you know… oh God, you know and you hate me and—”

  He was crumpling after that, entire body convulsing with the tremors of anger and hurt that coursed through his veins. Minho grabbed onto him so tight, he feared if he squeezed the blonde’s sides any stronger he’d break ribs. Instead, he sunk down to the floor with Felix, holding him as close as he possibly could. 

  And Minho didn’t know what to do — he was frozen again, in that odd limbo space between wanting to cry, but not being able to. 

  Felix’s sobs wracked through his entire form, ripping out of his mouth in the most blood-curdling kind of sounds. 

  “Lix- I don’t hate you, I don’t… how could I ever hate you?” Minho started in a quiet voice, hoping beyond all hopes that Felix could hear him over all the crying and heartache. “It’s not your fault, Lixie… it’s not. It never was. You were a child, it’s never a child’s fault.” 

  At that, Felix was yanking away from his chest. His cheeks were still bleached of all color, but now icy tears were trailing down his skin. They clouded his eyes, making his bottom lip quiver and his brow crease. “But God— you do! You think I’m the one that led things on… you think it’s the same reason why I got mixed up with that stranger at the club and—” His cries were so guttural, Minho could feel each and every one of his words punch through his chest like knifes to thick muscle.

  Tearing at flesh and sinew and bone. 

  Minho felt like he was nothing more put a pile of useless limbs, clinging onto a shell of a boy he had once known - that he still loved. 

  Even still, he had the mind to press Felix for answers, “Is that true, Lix? Is that why you allowed that man to defile you so much?” He was talking about the man at the club, that much they both knew. 

  “If I told you the answer you’d abandon me,” Felix wailed, voice cracking in between his tears. Pressing this forehead into the center of Minho’s chest, the wetness cascading down his cheeks began to dampen the older man’s shirt. But in that moment, Minho couldn’t give a damn about such frivolous things. “You’d throw me in a hospital— in a physic ward. Just like they tried to do all those years ago.”

  “Felix.” Minho said, stern voice trying to cut through the murky depths that Felix was drowning in. And when he didn’t rouse at the sound of his name, Minho reached out and wrapped his hands behind the blonde’s neck. Soon, he was cupping Felix’s wet cheeks and guiding his focus back onto him. “Felix, listen to me. I’d never do such a thing to you, never. I never wanna do anything that will hurt you.” 

  Then Felix was wiping furiously at his cheeks, the hiccups vibrating across his shoulders as he shook his head in a manic kind of way. “I didn’t know, Min. I swear, I didn’t— I thought he was safe and I wanted to get my mind off of you and I’m sorry and—”

  But Minho didn’t have the heart to ask who he was talking about. Because he already knew the answer to the question — both men that Felix had gotten mixed up with, during high school and only just recently — had been an escape from real life. Had been a means to an end, to fend off all the thoughts Felix had of… Minho. 

  That was the hardest thing for Minho to come to terms with. 

  The fact that, had he been around - had he been by Felix’s side, and loved him the way he was supposed to and needed to, things wouldn’t have turned out so horribly. 

  Fate was a weird thing, though. 

  The Gods living high above in the skies were cruel, in some ways. 

  For looking down at Felix during so much turmoil and allowing it to happen. Allowing the two of them to be separated, knowing that— if they had been together, none of it would have happened in the first place. 

  “I’m sorry I wasn’t there, all those years ago. I’m sorry I didn’t love you right and that you got mixed up in those situations because of me…” Minho started, his mouth close to Felix’s ear. He was whispering, rocking the both of them back and forth to try and calm the younger male. He could tell it was working, too. By the way that Felix was melting into his grasp, the hands around his waist growing a little slack. “I want to kill them, trust me— I really fucking do. But I’m not about to end streaks of violence with even more of it. So instead, I’m going to protect you with my life, from now on. I don’t give a fuck what anyone else says or thinks about it— about us or our relationship. It’s none of their concern. You’re never getting rid of me, and I swear on my entire family’s grave that I’ll always be by your side, no matter what.” 

 There was silence after that. 

  For a long time, nothing was said between the two men. Instead, they just held onto each other for dear life. Almost like, if they separated for even a second- the precious moment would break and they’d go right back to being strangers again. 

  Minho had the mind to check the clock that was on the nearby nightstand. It was close to noon. Chris would be home soon, and the last thing Minho wanted right then was for his best friend to walk in on them. He’d question things immediately, and Minho was too mentally spent to talk it all out. Explain their relationship and why Felix was having a literal mental breakdown in his arms. 

  Finally, after Felix had stopped crying and his shoulders stopped shaking, he was rousing in Minho’s arms. Until he was leaning his head against the older’s shoulder, staring up at him with wide, puffy eyes. 

  Like a helpless little woodland faerie, innocent against all the sins of men in the world. 

  And Minho wanted to do everything in his power to protect such pure, raw beauty. 

  “What do you need from me right now, Pixie?” Minho asked in a gentle voice, one that was so quiet, only Felix would ever be able to hear. He used the nickname that he had given the blonde when they were living back in Busan. Growing up together, hanging from the bows of trees and frolicking on the beach. He stared down at the boy, thumb ghosting against his pale cheek as he studied the emotions swimming in Felix’s eyes. “Tell me what you want, pretty. And I’ll do anything.”

  “Kiss me. Please.” 

  Minho needed no further instruction. As he dipped his head down, capturing Felix’s lips up into a soft kiss. Their mouths pressed together in an ethereal kind of way. They were a perfect fit, practically made for each other. 

  Minho’s lips drawled away from Felix’s after a few moments, littering soft kisses across his face - his cheeks, his nose, his forehead. “You’re so good, Felix… too good for me. I promise— I’ll be with you through all of life’s ups and downs,” Then he was catching Felix’s gaze, and seeing the sincerity of the words register in the younger man’s mind. “I’ll kiss you as long as you want. Kiss it better, kiss all the pain and sorrow away. Kiss you until you’re sick of it.” 

  Then he was capturing Felix’s lips against his again, this time with a little more force. This time, their teeth clashed together. This time, Felix let out a strangled gasp as Minho poked his tongue out, trailing the line of his lips with it. This time, Felix’s jaw slacked and allowed Minho’s tongue entrance. This time, they got a taste of each other. Just like the night before. 

  And soon, without even realizing what was going on, Felix was already crawling on top of Minho. Situating himself into the elder’s lap, as his fingers grasped at dark locks. As Minho’s tongue pulled moan after soft moan out from deep inside of Felix. 

  Before they could go any further, be any more reckless and emotional than they already were - and it was still the morning time - Minho’s hands found their way to the nape of Felix’s neck. He was pulling them apart then, a messy string of saliva parting from both of their lips. Felix gave him a pout, and the frown he had made him look so much cuter than he already was. Made the tent growing in Minho’s pants get a little stiffer. 

  “We need to stop, Lixie. Chris is gonna be home any second now.” 

  “But why?” Felix whined out, bouncing up and down a few times in his protest. 

  The bouncing of his thighs wasn’t doing Minho’s current horny state any good, so he made to grab ahold of his hips to stop Felix’s movements. “Because— I don’t want this to be the way he finds out about us. I wanna tell him in a clear state of mind and not when I’m really fucking horny.” 

  At the last of his words, Felix’s gaze caught with Minho’s again. A wicked smile spread across his lips, and he was turning into the exact replica of a Cheshire Cat. Tucking a few strands of hair behind Minho’s ear, Felix leaned away from him only slightly to survey his current state. Rumpled clothes, curly black hair that was wiry from stress, and a crazed look in his eye, no doubt about it. 

  “Oh… so you’re horny, huh?” Felix started, voice deep and wavering as he pulled a little bit on Minho’s locks. 

  For a second, the older man’s eyes rolled into the back of his skull. Completely involuntary, it would seem. “Yes, and I really wanna finger your pretty little hole and stuff you with my cock until you’re crying for me to stop. But I can’t do that right now, so that shit will have to wait.” He said, giving Felix a deadpan look as he grabbed ahold of his wrists and yanked them out of his hair. 

  Tilting his head to the side, Felix’s eyes trailed down the length of Minho’s body. Until they stopped at his middle, where their bodies were barely touching. Still, the tent in Minho’s pants was clearly visible. “Then, I guess you don’t wanna hear what I wanna do to you… that’s too bad…” He was hoisting himself up from Minho’s lap entirely after that, staring down at him with a shadowy kind of remorse. 

  “No, no— tell me.” 

  Minho didn’t even know why he was playing into Felix’s hand. It was a dangerous game, that much he knew. And he also knew that his best friend would be home any second. It was a miracle he hadn’t already walked into Minho’s bedroom yet, what with it being so late in the morning. 

  “Nah— I don’t wanna make you any hornier than you already are…” Felix started, turning his back on Minho. And then he was reaching over the bed to grab his things that were still on the nightstand. His phone and his wallet and— 

  All Minho could think about was how adorable he looked right then— 

  Ass sticking out in the open, 

  Practically begging to be spanked. 

  He was teasing Minho, and the older man wasn’t gonna stand by the wayside and take it any longer. 

  So he did exactly what Felix was silently asking for. 

  In the blink of an eye, he was standing up and was right behind Felix, spanking him so hard his palm came away from Felix’s purple sweatpants hot to the touch. 

  Felix was whirling on him soon after, face red as a beet as he clutched his things close to his chest. “Hey! That was very uncalled for, sir.” 

  “Don’t act like you weren’t asking for it, princess.” Minho smirked, staring down at the blonde with a triumphant stance. Hands on his hips, he watched as Felix’s eyes blazed with the insinuation. A certain kind of heaviness was filling the bedroom again, weighing down on either of their shoulders. 

  It was suffocating Minho, in the best of ways. 

  “Well there’s lots of things I actually want, which I can’t ask for because of— obvious reasons,” Felix’s eyes flit around the room. Like he was a nervous deer, caught in the headlights of a hunter. “And don’t call me princess!” 

  Minho was inching closer to him then, watching the pretty line of his lips and how pink they were. And how good they’d look wrapped around his co- “What kinda things do you want, hmm— princess?” 

  Felix gazed up at him, now that they were just a mere hairsbreadth away from each other. Reaching up, he brought Minho close to his lips, his mouth hovering over his but not kissing him. “I wanna litter pretty purple and red marks across your neck— wanna choke on your cock and make it messy… wanna swallow your cum and then get on top of it and ride your sensitive flesh until you come again.” 

  Minho was silent after that, squeezing his eyes shut for a brief moment. Fighting off all the demons that wanted to take over him — fighting the urge to throw Felix down onto the bed right there in that moment, and rip those pretty screams out of his mouth as he creams against Minho’s cock. 

  Instead, he was leaning back from Felix. Motioning to the door with his head, his lips pulled up into a sardonic kind of grin. “Get out right now— before we both ruin our relationships with Chris.” 

  “Oh, so you’re gonna kick your boyfriend out of your dorm?” 

  “No, I’m telling you to leave. For the good of everyone.” 

  But Felix knew better, that was for sure. Because already, he was moving to the door and stepping through the threshold. Minho was hot on his tail, following him through the kitchen and to the front door. 

  “Will I see you again sometime today at least?” The blonde asked, as he stopped in the doorway. Peering up at Minho with sparkly, imploring eyes. He was going to be the absolute downfall of Lee Minho. 

  “I have a final exam to study for. I’ll be at the library later tonight.” 

  “It’s open past midnight right?” 

  “Til’ two in the morning I think.” 

  Leaning up towards Minho, Felix placed a light peck on his cheek. “Guess I’ll see you around then.” 

  But before he could pull away again, Minho was reaching out. Arm snaking around his small waist, Minho pulled the younger boy closer to him. Craning his neck downward, he swiped his tongue against Felix’s bottom lip, before kissing him with all the passion and fire that was thrumming through his veins. 

  The kiss didn’t last for more than five seconds, but to Minho, it felt like a whole lifetime passed. And that nothing else mattered, besides the otherworldly boy that he was kissing in the doorway of his dorm. When they pulled apart from each other, Felix’s cheeks were flushed and his shoulders were heaving again. 

  “Get home safely, Felix. Text me when you arrive,” Minho said, as Felix was finally leaving his presence and beginning to turn towards the common ground that surrounded all the senior’s dormitory complex. But he hadn’t let go of Minho’s hand yet, and was still holding onto it for dear life. “I love you, my pretty princess.” 

  Felix froze in his place then, turning his head back to give Minho a whisper of a grin. Then he was squeezing his fingers, “I love you more, Minnie.” And with that, he was on his way. They were parting and Minho was watching him trek across the damp ground. 

  He didn’t close the door until Felix was completely out of sight. And as soon as it was locked, he leaned his back against the wooden frame. The hardness between his legs was the first thing he registered in the wake of Felix’s absence. Staring down at the tent in his sweatpants, Minho let out a dark chuckle. Shaking his head incredulously, he muttered to himself as he filed into the kitchen to start on a quick brunch. “Lee Felix, you will be the absolute death of me.” 

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HYPEREALITY! or alternatively titled, it's mentol illness innit moved text under cut!

FINALLY able to share my mix and art for @illustratedtapes, a project that illustrators can contribute to with a mix and cover of their own. this playlist is about the woes of being trapped in the torment nexus (the human brain), grief, and existential horror. BUT! i'm keeping it light with a perplexing mix of corny bangers and strange soundscapes. and a-ha is there. i'm mostly incapable of autobiographical art (i've tried) so dipping my toe into something as small as this was hard, and then sharing something like this to an audience. mortifying. but after years of being in the same thought loop, and many tries - i finally have something to show for it 🌌

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what were the Doctor's and the Master's education like? like which Chapter schools did they go to and how long did they stay and such?

What were the Doctor and the Master's school days like?

The early lives of the Doctor and the Master contain a lot of contradictory information, so below is the path of least resistance.

🌱Early Days

The Doctor (AKA Theta) was from the Oldblood House of Lungbarrow, and the Master (AKA Koschei) was from the Newblood House of Oakdown, both of which were in the Prydonian Chapter.

In their youth, they would have both undergone a period called brainbuffing. This intensive education, supervised by robotic avatroids in their Houses, involves learning the very basics.

🎓Academy Initiation

At the age of 8, candidates for the academies take an entrance exam. Both Koschei and Theta passed these and were taken from their Houses and put in dormitories at the Prydon Academy.

Theta and Koschei met on the first day and instantly bonded, becoming fast friends. They were both tutored by Borusa, a stern yet influential mentor. They would often cause trouble together and go AWOL from classes. One excursion led to the death of a fellow student named Torvic - an event that would change Theta and Koschei's lives forever.

🌌 The Untempered Schism

Somewhere in the first term, both Theta and Koschei were taken for the Untempered Schism initiation, where they were made to stare into a gap in spacetime.

Koschei: Koschei's experience was very traumatic. He was overwhelmed by the sound of drums—a relentless beat that would haunt him for the rest of his lives. This drumbeat, coupled with the fallout from that day with Torvic began to warp his mind and soul.

Theta: Theta, on the other hand, was terrified by the Schism, and he ran away. This instinct to run would become a defining characteristic of his lives.

Once this was complete, their proper education began.

For more on grade levels/years, see the related section.

🏫 Entrance to the Time Academy

In 5th Grade at around aged 20, students take the entrance exam for the Time Academy. Both Theta and Koschei passed these. They didn't need to go anywhere else, because Prydon Academy is also the Time Academy - it's the only academy able to give out the title of Time Lord.

🧠 The Time Academy

For more on classes taught, see the related section.

The curriculum at the Time Academy was challenging and varied. From advanced temporal theory and stellar engineering to telepathic disciplines and even recreational mathematics, the Academy was designed to push young Time Lords to their limits.

Theta and Koschei were inseparable for a lot of this time, sharing a love for experimenting with forbidden sciences. They played pranks, like trapping a teacher in a time loop, and often skipped classes to engage in unsanctioned experiments. Koschei excelled at hypnotism and took pleasure in teaching Theta some of his tricks, although their uses of these skills would diverge dramatically in the future.

They were also part of an elite group known as the Deca, which included other future renegades like Ushas (who would become the Rani). The Deca engaged in activities ranging from building 'time flow analogues'—devices to disrupt each other's experiments—to forming a band called the 'Gallifrey Academy Hot Five,' where Theta played the lead perigosto stick and Koschei played the drums.

Amidst all their studies and mischief, the two made a pact to one day explore every star in the universe together. Cue the sad violin music. 🎻

🎓 Graduation

As they approached graduation, the differences in their outlooks became more obvious. Koschei saw himself as destined for greatness, driven by a desire to control and shape the universe. Theta, in contrast, was more of a dreamer, fascinated by the beauty and mystery of the universe rather than its domination. Their friendship began to fracture after an incident where Koschei broke a promise, leading Theta to realise that their paths were too different to remain friends.

According to some accounts, both Theta and Koschei graduated at around 236 years old, as part of 'The Class of the 4th Millennium' or 'the Class of '92'. While Theta supposedly passed his Time Lord qualifying exams with the lowest possible passing grade—51%—other stories suggest he was expelled before he could graduate due to his political views.

🚀 Beyond Graduation

Some accounts suggest Koschei stayed on at the Academy to get another degree, while others say he went into teaching for a while, or maybe something else. Theta, meanwhile, might have worked a few jobs before he took a TARDIS and left, depending on who you ask.

Related:

💬|🧸🏫What are young Gallifreyans/Time Tots taught?: Detailing what the kids of Gallifrey are taught.

💬|🧸🏫How do grade levels work in Gallifreyan schooling?: How the Gallifreyan education system works.

💬|🏡👪What does a traditional family/House dynamic look like?: Houses and their internal structures.

Hope that helped! 😃

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