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indulgence

pairing ↠ serial killer!sunghoon x (f) professor!reader

genre .. warnings ↠ smut, graphic depictions of murder, graphic depictions of violence, noncon, mentions of pregnancy, sunghoon is 43 (set in 2023)

summary ↠ you're an accomplished detective in the detroit area and park sunghoon is a prolific serial killer. when your department sends you on its behalf to pull back his layers, you attempt to convince sunghoon to recount his experiences and unravel the mystery once and for all.

wc ↠ 10.3k

a/n ↠ originally posted on my blog revehae, i am not plagiarizing myself. sunghoon’s american for the plot. part 3/3 of the in my blood series. as always, feedback is appreciated!

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the deepest prick of unease settled through you and you shuddered from its nipping cold. 

killers were your forte, but none like this. never in your life had you ever met a killer who’d been at their craft for over a decade. they typically got sloppy after the first half, which insinuated that this sunghoon park guy, whoever he was, was far from an ameteur. 

“gate twelve,” came the guard’s voice, speaking into a transmitter. he was to escort you to sunghoon’s holding room.

the gate lifted. behind it, you clocked the riveting face of detroit’s worst nightmare, hands cuffed at his back as he sat facing you. there was a sort of twisted grin on his face, not as if he was excited to have a visitor, but excited his visitor had been you.

“good luck with this guy. officers tried to get him to budge. he didn’t take the fifth, but the bastard’s damn good at talking in circles,” the guard whispered in your ear.

“duly noted,” you replied quietly, stepping further and taking the seat across from sunghoon. 

the guard left you to your devices, shutting the door behind you and leaving through the passage that led to the gate. complete and total privacy was the only way sunghoon agreed to talk. your department initially refused, insisting there should at least be one or two other officers monitoring the interview, but you let him have his way.

if you wanted to get this man to talk, that was your only option.

“hello, sunghoon. i’m detective ___ from the detroit police department,” you introduced yourself coolly, cloaking your nerves with confidence. never would you show a guy like this any fear.

sunghoon hadn’t stopped grinning since he made eye contact with you. you’d seen pictures at most and he was devilishly handsome, even more so in person, but it didn’t compensate for his unsettling aura. “that’s a beautiful name, detective.”

“flattery will get you nowhere, park.”

“it’s gotten me here,” sunghoon quipped. 

“yes, it has. and i suppose you already know why i’m here.”

“yes, i do,” sunghoon said, pleasant thus far. “you want me to tell you about the murders.”

you bobbed your head. “i do. you see, you’re an enigma to me, sunghoon. you turn yourself in, get fingerprinted, and all of the sudden our datsbase’s going off because your prints are connected to three other crimes over the past twenty-five years.”

sunghoon feigned surprise. “wow, it’s been that long?”

“it has,” you replied, in spite of knowing he couldn’t have not been aware. “martina mortes in 1998, sabrina lee in 2005, christine dalton in 2013, and dr. lee this year.”

sunghoon leaned back in his chair. “i’m familiar with those names.”

“you should be. you sexually assaulted and murdered these women,” you spat, none too tender. “except for martina mortes. you only strangled her. do you want to tell me why that it is?”

“what’s the weather like today? i haven’t been outside, but summer has been kind to detroit.”

ignoring him, you persisted, “let me guess. she was your first victim and that kill, unlike the others, was spontaneous. her being dead defeated the purpose of the sex act, didn’t it?”

“well, do you like your partners warm or cold, detective?” sunghoon asked, deflecting. 

you were heeding the guard’s warning. it seemed this guy liked to answer questions with questions, your least favorite type of offender. “that’s why when you subsequently added the sex act to part of your crimes, you kept your victims much longer, because you like to see them suffer. until you got bored. then, you killed them and dumped their bodies like trash.”

as if he was disinterested, sunghoon glanced to the side and yawned. 

the audacity on this guy was astounding. “am i boring you, park?”

sunghoon replied with total indifference, “if you think you know everything, then why are we here?”

you answered without hesitation, “because i think you’ve wanted to tell someone about what you’ve done for a long time, sunghoon. but you realize that you’re not like other people. i’m giving you the opportunity to get it all off of your chest.”

sunghoon cocked his head to the side, as if he was contemplating your offer. his face was borderline inscrutable. it was difficult, if not impossible, to decipher what he was thinking.

you restrained from heaving a breath. there was a crushing weight on your shoulders, the expectation to get this guy to crack. if you couldn’t do it, nobody would - ever. “how many victims do you have?”

“four.” sunghoon’s answer was quick, automatic. like he didn’t even have to think about it for a second.

folding your arms on the table, you shook your head. “no, i just don’t think that’s true. see, we’re pretty sure martina mortes, your high school girlfriend, was your first victim, and the college professor was your last.”

sunghoon cocked a brow. “but?”

“but there’s no way someone like you could’ve resisted your urges between four kills over the past two decades and then some.”

there was no point in denying the four victims, because you already had substantial proof. nor did sunghoon deny that martina was his first victim, because given the decomposition of the bodies, she died long before the other three. admitting that she wasn’t would be admitting that there were unfound others.

and sunghoon had no intention of implicating himself more than he already had. the only reason he turned himself in was because he didn’t want to prolong the inevitable, for whatever reason. he pulled his lips into a mock frown. “your assumptions about my self-restraint are hurtful,” he replied.

whatever, moron, you thought irritability. “i think they’re more than just assumptions.”

sunghoon teased, “then, let me know when you know something.”

you narrowed your eyes, groaning, “oh, come on. i know and you know that you can’t ignore your desires for a month, let alone over ten years. you have a compulsion. killing makes you feel powerful, it makes you feel in control, and you can’t live without the high it gives you.”

“you make me sound like an addict,” sunghoon remarked, pretending to be offended.

“it wouldn’t be so far from the truth,” you said, glancing over the file at your end of the table. “the first two kills were seven years apart. the second two kills were ten. full offense, i don’t see how you could control yourself for so long.”

“you can believe what you want, detective. i didn’t kill anyone else,” sunghoon lied, not that you ever needed to know. 

of course, he couldn’t control himself. the second he took someone’s life, it became a part of him, and his purpose in this world became clear to him. for the first time in his life, he felt as if he had something that made living worthwhile.

you surrendered. it was obvious sunghoon was intelligent and he wouldn’t be easily tricked into confessing. “okay, fine. let’s talk about the victims we know of. tell me about martina mortes.”

“what is there to tell?” sunghoon asked, brow cocked. “we met in junior high. then, in eleventh grade, we got together.”

“tell me about why you killed her,” you insisted, painfully curious. “it happened in chicago, before you moved to detroit over the summer. you killed her in the heat of the moment.”

sunghoon gave the impression that he would take a minute to crack, so you were surprised when he said in response to your prodding, “we got into a wrangle, if you will.”

that much was obvious. “what kind of wrangle?”

the garage was hot and the air was stuffy, making it difficult to breathe. to say nothing of the frustration scorching sunghoon’s skin, his face tensed into an irritated glower.

there was something about women he never liked, the seemingly inherent ability to blow almost anything out of proportion, as exhibited now as his girlfriend screamed in his face. his stepmother was the same, never not coming up with a reason to fuss at him. he was always walking on eggshells around that woman. 

martina was bristling. “you always fucking do this, sunghoon.”

sunghoon heaved a breath, sighing, “what - what do i always do, martina?”

“you trivialize everything i go through. you make me feel like i’m overreacting when i’m not, you just refuse to hold yourself accountable,” she spat. 

“martina, we’re about to go to college, for fuck’s sake! you can’t focus on your academics and a goddamn child. i don’t get why you won’t just have an abortion and call it a day,” sunghoon roared, heating up a thousand degrees.

“god, do you listen to a word that comes out of my mouth? my parents will kill me, sunghoon. if not for being pregnant at eighteen, then for killing it.”

sunghoon sighed. “i don’t see the part where that’s my problem.”

tears blurred martina’s eyes. she came up to him, shattered by his carelessness and embraced by isolation, and bellowed, “you want to know what your problem is? your problem is that you’re an incompetent bastard with no regard for other people!”

sunghoon’s body was engulfed in flames but his shoulders were cold, and he lost control of his emotions, grabbing martina by the throat. he effortlessly lifted her with a single hand and smashed her against the closest wall none too gently, watching her eyes wince closed.

“you wanna say that again?” sunghoon asked, nothing short of belligerent.

ache spread out through the back of martina’s head, a ceaseless throbbing worse than any hungover. her feet dangled off of the ground, waving and kicking, fingers weakly prying at the ones pressing down on her windpipe. until she was completely still, legs dropping, hands going limp at her sides.

“i didn’t even realize how long i spent standing there, until she felt… empty, and i knew she was gone,” sunghoon confessed, but his tone was far from sympathetic. “she scratched me. you know, when she was trying to pry my hands off. i didn’t know until hours later.”

you shook your head, disdainful. “you killed your pregnant girlfriend?”

sunghoon groaned, “oh, please. i was eighteen. i would’ve been a terrible father.”

“i would be slightly more inclined to accept that as an excuse if it weren’t for the fact that you had a son by sabrina lee only two years later,” you said viciously.

“a lot can change in two years.”

“i’m sure it did.” your eyes flickered over the file again, but nothing would allow you to familiarize yourself with this killer more than talking to him yourself. “for example, you realized just how much you liked killing.”

if sunghoon could’ve raised his hands, he would’ve. “your words, not mine.”

you leaned over the table, unrelenting. “tell me about it, sunghoon. how did it feel when you strangled her with your bare hands? what was it like?”

sunghoon chuckled. “is that what you wanna hear?”

you nodded. 

sunghoon leaned in too, getting closer to you, and whispered in your ear, “i squeezed every last breath out of her, one by one, until there was nothing left for her brain and she went slack in my arms. and when i was done, i felt elated. i felt free. it woke up this dormant sensation inside of me that i swore to never repress again, because it made me feel alive.”

your lungs started to feel shallower, like no breath could reach the bottom, and you sensed your heart come to a halt for a minute. sunghoon pulled back, grinning from ear to ear, as if he was proud of himself. 

“detective, did i startle you?” sunghoon asked, tilting his head ever so slightly. 

your face hardened. “why would you ever think that?”

“you’re not as good at feigning indifference as you think you are, detective. full offense,” he mimicked, mocking.

he’s just a fragile man that kills women to make him feel better about himself, because he needs to be in control. don’t give him power over you. that’s what he wants, you said to yourself, shutting any and all other thoughts. “so, you killed martina, nobody could connect her disappearance to you, and by the time they discovered her body you were already studying for college two states over.”

sunghoon ignored you, at least for a little. he was taking a liking to making you feel uneasy around him. “has anyone ever told you how gorgeous you are?” he asked out of nowhere.

“you aren’t my type. i don’t fool around with serial killers,” you replied sharply.

sunghoon didn’t seem to be offended, but you didn’t expect him to. “really now? it feels like we’re on a date right now. after all, we are getting to know each other.”

you asked, “have you always had such a distorted perception of normal human interaction?”

sunghoon shot with no hesitation, “have you always had such a sharp mouth?”

you pulled yourself together. the only way you would get anywhere with this guy was by establishing that you were the one in control. “okay, enough. this is my interview, park. you answer my questions, not vice versa.”

“that’s not any fair,” sunghoon told you, that unnerving smile still on his lips. “i don’t have to tell you anything, you know. and without me, you lose the only key to those answers you want so badly.”

“you shutting up doesn’t make much of a difference, considering you’re already dodging my questions,” you replied.

“let’s play a game,” sunghoon suggested.

you weren’t in the mood for any games, but that was sunghoon’s method of operation. “i don’t like games.”

“you’ll like this one,” sunghoon insisted, laughing. “twenty questions.”

your shoulders dropped. “am i supposed to be guessing something?”

sunghoon shook his head, something sinister about him. “no, it’s much easier than that. we take turns asking each other questions until i’ve answered ten and you’ve unanswered ten.”

you stared into his eyes, willing yourself not to break contact. he was just as relentless, silently cocking a brow at you, as if to challenge. and you weren’t an idiot. that’s exactly what it was. you asserted, “i go first, you can only ask me yes or no questions, and if i don’t like your final answer i get to press you for another.”

sunghoon slightly lifted his shoulders in a nonchalant shrug. “yes, ma’am.”

“okay,” you started. “what made you move from illinois to michigan?”

“i was kicked out of the house. didn’t have anywhere else to go. but i had a buddy here whose family took me in,” sunghoon answered frankly.

you pondered those words, wondering if his aforementioned buddy knew about his secret indulgences. or if he asked why sunghoon’s parents kicked him out of their home. it would’ve been the question scratching at your mind, itching to be answered.

sunghoon’s lips parted. “what kind of perfume are you wearing - honey lavender?”

“yes,” you said, focusing your attention on anything but the possibilities of how he could’ve known that. he’d been with so many people to the point where he just knew. “why did you get kicked out of the house?”

“my dad always thought there was something different about me, ever since i was a child. he was a nasty piece of work. he found my journal, read a couple of things i wrote, and decided there was no hope for me in the house,” sunghoon ranted.

that piqued your curiosity. “what did you write about?”

“wait your turn,” sunghoon sang. “your hair smells just as lovely as the rest of you. do you match scents all the time?”

you were mildly uncomfortable, but given the type of dude he was, you stifled it. “yes. you don’t have to be such a pervert all the time, you know?”

again, sunghoon rolled his shoulders, chirping, “you call it perverse. i call it amusing.”

you almost cursed under your breath when you realize you’d asked him a question. “wait, i didn’t mean to ask…”

sunghoon cut you off, “that’s too bad. it’s my turn again. do you like necklaces?”

“not ones made out of fingers,” you retorted. it was meant to be a joke to hide how unsettled you were, hyper aware of the necklace dangling around your neck. you could feel invisible pressure on your throat.

sunghoon snickered. “i’ll admit that was funny.”

you pressed, “what did you write about in the journal?”

“my dreams,” he admitted vaguely, though in reality, he wrote endlessly about his corrupt fantasies of abusing women. some pages were about his stepsister, and there was a few about what he’d done to martina, though not explicitly. “you have the most beautiful eyes. they’re the perfect shade.”

you were certain he had told many other girls those same words and were not flattered in the slightest. the glare you were giving him was ferocious. “i’m not sure if there’s a question in there somewhere.”

“do you think your eyes are pretty?”

“i haven’t really thought about it,” you told him, quick to change the topic. you’d encountered your fair share of stranglers and it was no secret why he was so interested in your eyes. “was your relationship with your father estranged?”

“nothing was enough for that man. i had the top grades in my class and the highest gpa, and he took my door off its hinges and seized my privacy,” sunghoon told you, words harsh, but his tone plain. “he was obsessed with being the perfect family, something that was ruined the second my mother destroyed everything, and rather than embrace me, he turned me away.”

your eyes flickered. there was something about his language that stood out to you. courtesy of the research you’d done on him beforehand, you were aware that his father was divorced then remarried his stepmother, who already had a daughter sunghoon’s age. but rather than describe his parent’s separation as a divorce, he said his mother destroyed everything.

what a hostile view towards women, you mused, repulsed. but given the nature of his crimes, it adds up. and it might’ve been the origin of his hatred.

his family was twisted. you couldn’t fathom how his father, aware of just how unwell his son was, clocked his abusive fantasies towards women, and instead of getting him the help he needed, he left him to his own devices to slaughter them as he pleased.

you blinked when sunghoon leaned, craning his face towards yours, and snapped out of your reverie when you jolted back. 

“there you are,” sunghoon said, chuckling at your surprise. it was all over your face. “i’ve been talking to myself all this time. you must’ve been thinking about me.”

“no, not really. i was wondering if i forgot to feed my dog last night.” it was an obvious lie, but you would never encourage this guy to feel more important than he was.

amusement gleamed in sunghoon’s eyes. he was having a wonderful time, truth be told. had you not been so pretty, he would’ve clamped up like a crab, but you were so pleasing to the eye that he didn’t mind confessing a couple of truths. “a dog. that’s interesting. i myself have always wanted a pet - a snake. the constricting kind are my favorite.”

“you don’t say,” you droned, voice dripping with crisp irony.

your sarcasm was chucklesome to sunghoon, but his words were the truth. he remembered, all those years ago, asking his father for a pet snake. and when he refused, sunghoon, in turn, killed the family dog. he added, “they don’t just suffocate their prey. they coil around them, almost like a straitjacket, and cut off its blood supply.”

you replied, “yeah, but animals hunt to survive. you hunted because you had nothing better to do with your life.”

“in my humble opinion, we’re all animals of nature, and creatures of sin,” sunghoon told you in a whisper, as if he were telling you a secret of some kind. “anyways, it’s my turn now.”

you resisted a disgruntled exhale. 

like his questions couldn’t get any more absurd and strangely perverse, sunghoon asked, “when you shower, what do you use - a washcloth or a loofah?”

“that’s not a yes or no question,” you replied with total disinterest. 

“it’s hardly any less simple.”

“a washcloth,” you replied, though only because you needed to ask him your questions and resisting an answer would only waste valuable time. “why did you wait so long before killing sabrina lee?”

sunghoon smiled at the mention of his son’s mother, but the grin on his lips was distinguishable from the others. like he didn’t even realize he was smiling. “she was special. i loved her.”

“no, you didn’t. you don’t hurt people that you love.”

“maybe that’s true for you, but you’ve called me everything but a child of god and it’s clear you don’t think you and i are alike,” sunghoon said. “i don’t miss her, though, because she left a better print on this world. a world that was never made for her in the first place.”

a better print on this world. your brows furrowed, until you remembered the child they shared together. “you know what i think? i think whatever you felt for your son’s mother was the closest thing to love you’ll ever be able to pull from your ugly black heart.”

“you’re very strongly opinionated,” sunghoon responded, ever so unbothered. maybe some decades ago, it would’ve irked him to the point of breaking, but he was much more in charge of his impulses now.

you lifted your shoulders, gazing at him with the most discerning of eyes. all he could think about was how nice it would’ve been to seize you by the throat and watch the light dull from them.

to your surprise, sunghoon’s next question was not as a deviant as you assumed it would be, asking, “what made you decide you wanted to become a detective?”

“because of the people i used to know that aren’t around to tell you why,” you answered distantly, before pressing, “how was sabrina different, sunghoon?”

sunghoon perched over the table again, an uncomfortable distance close to you, made worse by his whispers. “because unlike the others, she didn’t beg me to stop - she begged me to finish. for it to be over. and when i wouldn’t, she begged me to kill her.”

the mental picture you got was cruel. your heart hurt for these women that had no idea what hit them until it was too late. 

“i put these women out of their misery,” sunghoon continued. 

you spat in a heartbeat, “the misery that you forced them to endure.”

sunghoon winced. “no, these women were miserable long before they met me. they were just ignorant of it. impressionability is a weakness.”

“either you have one hell of a god complex or you are working overtime to justify your sick actions.”

sunghoon merely shrugged, vicious and ominous and everything in between. there was something so dark about his spirit. you could feel it just from sitting within a couple of feet of him. 

sunghoon’s memories were triggered. he was reminiscing about the times he shared with his son’s mother, how perfect she was. there were no other women like her. she was his favorite victim, someone he took his sweet time with, while the others were disposed of in a few months time. 

midnight loomed, riding on the tail of dusk. sunghoon was counting down the minutes until the clock struck twelve, a self-imposed rule to gauge his willpower. the second the hour came, he bolted from the crackling sound of the cabin’s fireplace to a bedroom, anticipation like a stimulant.

the wooden floorboards creaked the closer sunghoon crept to the door. save for himself and the woman chained to the bedpost, the cabin was void of life. it belonged to the parents of a close friend who ensured it was vacant whenever sunghoon needed a place to indulge his twisted fantasies.

which was basically all of the time.

he meandered inside with a crisp bottle of water in hand, droplets condensing at its sides. sabrina laid right where he left her, just as broken, dreading her next breath. tape adhered to the flesh over her mouth, muffling her whimpers. there was nobody around for miles, the cabin was totally isolated, but it was a safety measure.

the chains were used likewise. when sunghoon was not there, the restraints kept her prisoner. sunghoon, reckless as he could be back then, was many things and stupid was not one of them. the chains stretched long enough to reach the bathroom but no further and he had his loyal friend help him test it after each victim.

“can you go further?” sunghoon called out.

heeseung’s lower limbs were shackled, ceasing his footsteps just shy of the hallway as he came to a total standstill. “not if i want my legs to follow me,” he’d retorted.

sunghoon had snickered. “good.”

had sunghoon been there, though, he would take the chains off. none of this was fair, even sunghoon didn’t believe that, but not giving them the chance to fight was too unfair. he needed not to chain them when he had the gift of his big, burly arms.

sunghoon waltzed over with a lighthearted and carefree gait, as if this was just another wednesday afternoon to him. and in some sick, despicable way, that wasn’t too far from the truth. he ripped the tape from sabrina’s lips, watching her face tense with pain.

“sunghoon,” sabrina rasped, voice croaking. he could tell from her flushed face and misty eyes that she’d been crying. “i’m thirsty.”

sunghoon cocked a brow, glancing to his hand. he had an irritating knack for playing dumb. it used to be endearing. now, with everything she knew to be true torn from her bare hands, sabrina didn’t know what to think. “what - you want this?”

sabrina nodded.

“yeah?” he popped off the top, throwing back a few gulps just before releasing a satisfied, “ah.”

sabrina’s lips trembled. “please.”

had she been anybody else, sunghoon probably would’ve dangled the water in her face just to snatch it away, but there was something about sabrina that made him gravitate towards her. in a rare moment of benevolence, sunghoon handed her the water, letting her drink.

she didn’t drink in short sips, but in giant gulps as if she’d known for some time that they’d be her last. when her thirst was satiated, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, handing the bottle back, and whispered, “thank you.”

sunghoon set the drink aside before returning to her, unshackling her limbs. sabrina’s breath quickened the moment the chains clacked harshly against the floor and nearly stilled when he brought his hand to her flushed face, tracing her chapped lips with a calloused thumb.

his thoughts rushed with unbridled exhilaration, ablaze with suspense, but he slowed for a moment to marvel at her loveliness. sunghoon’s hand touched her hair, touch tender in ways it would never be again, because he would never again know a woman as great as her.

he brought his lips to her ear, nibbling at the shell before asking, “do you know what i want you to do?”

sabrina bobbed her head, starting to halfheartedly peel off her clothes without needing to be told. with so many days held prisoner in this hell hole, it became routine. like she’d already resigned herself to her fate and knew sunghoon getting his way was inevitable. he always got what he wanted.

to be frank, it came out of nowhere. she never saw this twisted side of him coming. all she knew was that she became suspicious of his lack of family presence and it was too late when she saw him for the monster that he was, and then she woke here.

it had to have been months ago, although sabrina couldn’t have been sure how many. everyday started to bleed into the static hopelessness of another. sometimes sunghoon wouldn’t show for days, leaving her to live antsily, dreading his unavoidable return. other times, he would spend a day or two in the cabin, fucking her into kingdom come. 

as if she couldn’t be any more faultless. sunghoon smirked. “smart girl,” he purred. he would never deny her wit, given that she’d caught onto him, but her lack of strength was her only vice.

sunghoon restlessly tossed his own shirt over his naked shoulder and came to step out of his boxers. there was mischief on his plush lips. he knew something sabrina only knew from the unkind churn of her gut.

the end was more than near. it loomed over her, relentless and remorseless, and all she could like it to was dark and leaden clouds in a somber sky. even then, there was almost nothing she wouldn’t give to see the world again, but she’d long kissed that hope goodbye.

“down,” sunghoon told her, tone dark and stern.

she pliantly did as told, bare back meeting the mattress. sunghoon crept over her, hard cock twitching at the sight of her so meek. typically, he liked when they put up a fight, but sabrina knew better.

sunghoon could tell she was fighting back tears, willing herself not to cry with a stabilized breath, but her endeavors were in vain the second he started to force his way inside her. they escaped her eyes and dampened her cheeks, unable to overlook the agony of the stretch. 

“shh, baby,” sunghoon crooned in her ear, the weight of his body bearing down onto hers. “what’s the matter? you used to beg me to fuck you.”

sabrina shook her head, silently pleading for a mercy she knew deep down that sunghoon wasn’t capable of. “please make it quick.”

sunghoon’s tone was almost sweet. “but baby, you told me you wanted to spend the rest of your life with me, remember?” 

sunghoon knew that his words weren’t reassuring and he didn’t intend for them to be. there was a reason why he loved how she tried to hold herself together. he got to push her limits, find her breaking point. in the end, she would get her wish, and in a way, sunghoon thought that that was love.

her walls were just as tight and vice-like as they’d been all those times he’d taken her before. if sunghoon got close enough to her, let his hands wander and tease as they never not had done, sabrina would still involuntarily gush around his cock. like her body knew she was forever a slave to his touch. 

just looking at her face as she wept sent shock waves of pleasure rippling through his dick and chest. sabrina didn’t cry in noisy, gasping sobs. her tears dripped from her thick lashes quietly, mouth parting in the most silent of whimpers.

and she orgasmed the same way, sunghoon remembered. back when things were normal between them, when she begged for him to fuck her, as he called it, her release was marked by a volatile shudder, but a silent cry of ecstasy.

sunghoon pushed sabrina’s lips into an upward curling with his thumb and index finger. “smile for the camera, sabrina,” he whispered.

sabrina’s brows furrowed, painfully oblivious to the camera tracking her every emote. sunghoon couldn’t not document his deeds. there was something about being able to play them over, immersing himself back in that moment over and over, even when the life itself could not be so easily brought back.

but for sunghoon, they could be. when he rewatched these videos again and again, it was like he could feel their pulses thump in their neck, resuscitating.

sunghoon’s hands were everywhere, fingertips traipsing towards sabrina’s neck where marks lingered from all the times he’d strangled her, only to slacken his grip when she was just shy of passing out. the bruises were different colors, indicative of different healing stages. sabrina tensed, startled, and wondered when it would all be over.

“sunghoon.” sabrina was overcome with defeat. her voice cracked as she asked, “sunghoon, please just cum.”

sunghoon’s face tensed with pleasure. “fuck, babe, when you say it like that…”

he stood at the brink of climax, threatening to teeter over, and there was only one thing that could knock him over quicker than anything else. it wouldn’t be anything she said, anything she did, but only a weakness sunghoon had the power to wield against himself.

“you want me to finish?”

sabrina nodded. 

sunghoon chuckled darkly. “then, in that case, it’s time for you to get your wish, baby.”

he watched her shoulders slump, releasing all hope of ever knowing anything different again and accepting that this was where things ended. thinking about the feeling he remembered none too distantly, one that almost seemed to keep his blood pumping through him, in a way, sunghoon’s fingers itched.

sunghoon lifted his hands, bringing them to sabrina’s face, but before he could touch her, she exclaimed, “wait, sunghoon!”

his brow cocked. 

sabrina’s lips trembled. “can you tell me what today is? please?”

“wednesday,” sunghoon replied, holding his hands around her neck, but keeping his grip slack. for now.

“wednesday,” sabrina said, pulling her lips into the faintest of smiles as tears blurred her vision. “will you tell jake that i hope he has an amazing thursday?”

“that can be arranged,” sunghoon said, grinning.

sabrina nodded, setting her mind at ease. she’d already made peace with this day some months ago. she never knew when it come, but she saw it as something bound to happen. “thank you,” she whispered. 

those were her last words. because when sunghoon tightened his grip at her throat, almost like tightening a noose, he couldn’t bring himself to stop in spite of the agonized gleam in her stare. and then her stare was empty, and sunghoon had already emptied his load inside of her.

to describe the sensation he got from killing in a way that captured its essence would be impossible. it was more than feeling the life leave her. it was more than watching her eyes become soulless. it was a release, a way of relinquishing all of the vacantness he harbored, and knowing that his heart was still there.

it would always return, sometimes as soon as the next day, but for a minute, sunghoon was whole and no drug could replicate that kind of contentedness.

sunghoon did tell jake what sabrina said. he wasn’t all too sure why, maybe it was because she was his mother and jake was her son that they’d created together, and sunghoon would never have it any other way. for her to be the one to give him a child, he couldn’t imagine any other woman in her place.

it was almost unfortunate that she had to go so soon. even sunghoon thought that her demise was premature. had she not grown so suspicious of him, sunghoon could imagine making her his wife, maybe even spending the rest of his life with her.

their marriage wouldn’t have been without his secret dark life, but sabrina wouldn’t’ve been a victim. alas, loose ends needed to be tied. sunghoon couldn’t trust that she would’ve kept quiet, and even then, she was in a much more fitting place for an angel like herself.

there was much of this memory that would be abridged. never would sunghoon reveal anything about the cabin or the dear friend that helped him commit his indulgences, or even the existence of the tapes. if they found those videos, that was proof of murder with a grand total of 106 women.

the air around you was heavy and the words you’d just been fed weren’t easily take in. “what you’re just told me is really sad.”

but sunghoon didn’t look sad. whether or not he ever truly cared for sabrina would perpetually be a mystery. “maybe,” he started. “but tell me that you wouldn’t hurt the person you loved most if it was what was best for them.”

“i did. but what i had to do is different from what you were.”

sunghoon’s interest was piqued. “how come?”

“it was my responsibility to decide whether or not to take my sister off of the ventilator. there was no hope for her,” you confessed, though brushed over it quickly. “what happened to your ex-wife?”

“not that interesting of a story,” sunghoon said. “she wasn’t sabrina, i got tired of her, here we are.”

“and yet she wasn’t a one-off like martina mortes.”

“had she been a one-off, my body count would be one number higher. that was a favor,” sunghoon told you, grinning as if you actually had something to be grateful for.

you didn’t waste a second to accuse, “because you need to keep your victims to extract all the relief that you can from them, right?”

“i’m afraid it’s not your turn to ask questions,” sunghoon replied tauntingly. “what was your sister like - did she have long hair? what color were her eyes? how long were her lashes?”

sick son of a bitch, bellowed the voice in your head, though you willed yourself to remain composed. it was plain on his face that sunghoon didn’t want an answer - he wanted a reaction. and as furious as that made you, you couldn’t let him provoke you. “that’s none of your business,” you said, but there was a loophole. “but she was beloved.”

that qualified as an answer. sunghoon glanced at you in a way that made you feel see-through, as if he knew that you were threatening to come apart at the seams and didn’t buy your nonchalance for a minute. 

sated, he went on to feed you bullshit about his ex-wife’s death, though there were only four people who knew what truly happened to her and one of them was dead.

sunghoon remembered that day like it happened yesterday. it was a thursday evening when he’d come home from work. christine had picked jake up from school hours ago and sunghoon wholly expected to come home to her in the kitchen.

it was dark outside. the moon was a mere sliver and the stars were duller than they typically were, almost like they had witnessed something that drained their spirits. sunghoon remembered struggling to identify his house key, trying each of them until the door clicked open.

“i’m home,” sunghoon’s voice thundered as he turned to lock the door. 

there were quick footsteps from upstairs. jake, sunghoon thought, more than familiarized with the sound. but there was none of christine’s usual voice.

“dad, i’m hungry,” came jake’s voice from the stairs, coming down them one by one.

that in itself should’ve been suspicious, but instead, all sunghoon could think about was how sabrina would’ve already fed her son. “hasn’t christine made dinner by now?” sunghoon asked, irritated.

jake shook his head, though sunghoon couldn’t see. he was hanging his coat on the rack, like he always did after he locked the door. “she can’t right now.”

“why not?”

“because i think she’s dead,” jake replied, nonchalant as ever.

that was the very second that sunghoon turned around and noticed that jake was stained with blood. it was all over his face and the spots would probably never come out of his clothes, not that they would be kept.

for half a minute, sunghoon was genuinely stunned.

jake didn’t say what happened, and there was no need to. “the blood won’t come off,” was all he said, showing his father the pair of hands that he’d washed with vigor.

sunghoon heaved a breath. he should’ve seen this coming. jake took after his father and he never liked christine. to say the least, sunghoon couldn’t blame him. “where is she?”

“where they all go,” jake replied, as if it was the most normal and natural thing in the world to him. 

sunghoon headed for the basement with quick footsteps, jake following behind. if somebody were to come down there, they wouldn’t suspect a thing. not only was it decorated to look like one, but it was used as a man cave. behind a soundproof wall, though, was a dungeon for his prisoners. 

in this case, there was a trail of blood leading to the wall, proof that jake had somehow brought christine there after he hurt her. sunghoon entered the cell and saw her there behind the bars, coming to her side to check her pulse. 

pressing his thumb to her wrist and neck, sunghoon sensed a pulse, though it was weakening. “she’s not dead,” he said, wresting his phone out of his pocket.

jake didn’t look so relieved, but he didn’t voice his dissatisfaction. “are you mad?”

sunghoon glanced down at christine. jake had used a kitchen knife, attacking her in the heat of the moment. she was butchered and blood-splattered, on the verge of slaughter, and yet sunghoon couldn’t find it in him to offer any compassion. “that you hurt her? no. that you made a mess? a little.”

now that was a relief. to jake, at least back then, his dad was the coolest guy that he knew.

there was quite the scene in front of him and sunghoon didn’t have a thing for blood. he shook his head in reproach, chastising, “i’m going to teach you the right way to get rid of a woman when you’re sick of her.”

that piqued jake’s curiosity. 

sunghoon was quick to dial heeseung’s number. he had medical experience and that was what he needed right now. when the call connected, he said, “i’m in calling in a favor.”

heeseung patched her up again. at least for a few months, sunghoon still needed her breathing. they scrubbed the floors free of blood, burned jake’s bloodied clothes, and it was as if nothing ever happened.

what sunghoon had told you was only a fraction of the truth, but still enough to make you want to grimace. it bemused you how he got away with murdering his ex-wife and nobody thought to suspect her husband with a track record of disappearing partners.

“you want to know what’s really amazing?” you started, though it was more like disgusting. “how three of the women you’ve killed were your significant others, and somehow, you’ve only now been incriminated.”

sunghoon looked proud of himself. had it not been for jake, he probably would’ve never been caught. “sabrina never told anyone that we dated, or that she had a baby by me. her parents wanted her to focus on her education. if they knew she’d gotten pregnant, she would’ve been the black sheep.”

“and you took advantage of that,” you hissed. 

“so what if i did?” sunghoon asked, careless. “not to mention that dozens of teenage girls in chicago were going missing at the time. they added martina to that number and called it a day. is that sad? maybe. but that’s how it works.”

“and as for your co-worker?” you asked sharply. the boldness of his crimes astounded you. “her husband grieves her. were you having an affair?”

the thought of her made sunghoon chuckle. oh, were we, he reminisced. it was a misfortune that he didn’t get the chance to have his way with her the way that he wanted. and for that reason, he couldn’t regale you in a truthful account of her death.

what happened that day, the day his co-worker died, challenged his fate and was the reason that he only now knew the imprisonment he thrusted upon others.

sunghoon knew when he spotted her that he would revel in her vulnerability. married, but she hardly wore her ring. her kind was the most naive - the kind that believed ecstasy was without costly sin. one way or another, she had to reap what she sowed.

he worked his way inside her pants, but it was hardly any work; she was on a desperate pursuit for pleasure and when sunghoon promised it to her, offering content on a silver platter, she thought less with her brain and more with the throbbing between her legs.

for months, sunghoon slept with her, which was far from typical. if she were anybody else, sunghoon would have pursued her for a couple of weeks time, then banished her to the underground prison. though considering he already had a victim down there at the time, he had some time to spare.

it was no secret that she had grown fond of sunghoon in ways she hadn’t been of her husband in a very long time, and though sunghoon found her to be special, in a way, he could not reciprocate her feelings. when sunghoon saw her, all he felt was the overwhelming urge to use her with a lick of remorse, and squeeze those panting breaths out of her.

it was a shame that he never got the opportunity. sunghoon already tested the bounds of his self-restraint when it came to her, each of their encounters consensual with her oblivious to his deepest, darkest desires. sometimes, his fingers would wander to her neck, but even that was wanted.

what was not wanted was the tyranny over her body that preceded her death. it bemused sunghoon to learn that his son, along with two of his friends that he thought of like brothers and sunghoon thought of like sons, ravaged her to the brink of being unrecognizable.

had sunghoon held control over the situation, he wouldn’t have cared what happened to her and would have even permitted them to go to town. but what happened was somehow darker. when he got a call from the professor late that day, hearing her broken sobs over the phone, he told her to meet him at his house.

that was his first mistake. 

it wasn’t that she didn’t come. she made it there, hopeful to confide in sunghoon about the nightmare that tore her apart, but it was jake that opened the front door. and when she entered, there was no hope out of her coming out breathing.

jake had been a downward spiral ever since a month ago when he stumbled upon the tape of his mother. ever since he was a boy, jake watched every tape he could find of his father’s dark life, even sharing them with his friends as if they were movies and not snuff.

but this was not like those. this was his mother. and watching her suffer, listening to her final request before her untimely death, broke jake in ways which he would never recover.

jake had known since he was little that his mother was dead and his father was to blame, but his understanding of what happened to her was skewed. if he’d known eighteen years ago what he knew today, when sunghoon had his own son aid him in his mother’s demise, none of it would have ever happened.

to say nothing of the fact that what sunghoon had jake do was only a mere fraction of his mother’s suffering. jake would fetch things from the other side of the cabin he vaguely remembered visiting every now and then for three months. when he was not there, which was often, he would lie to his neighbors about her whereabouts.

even though when she died he was only a kid being taken advantage of, jake hated himself for letting it happen right under his nose. he wished he would’ve told his neighbors the truth. maybe if he had, his mother would still be alive and kicking, and he would know the only woman he ever cared for.

that was why he went after his professor that he knew his father had also been eyeing closely and having an affair with. her fate was obvious. sunghoon would entertain her for a while, somehow charm and woo his way into her pants like he did every other woman, kidnap her and keep her downstairs for three months, then kill her and identify the next victim.

but sunghoon’s liking of her was also hopelessly discernable. she was living too long. and that was a telltale sign that sunghoon took a special interest in his son’s professor, something that jake feared would rival the affection (if it existed) for his mother.

jake was not keen on having his mother replaced. the last time it happened, he snapped and maimed his stepmother. and he was not afraid of doing so again.

when jake exacted revenge, it felt like nothing he had ever done before. vengeance tasted like heaven. his professor tasted elysian. and he had never felt so good about himself, but then the high wore off, comparable to the fading release sunghoon got after strangling his victims, and familiar pain seared through him once further. 

vindictiveness was a lethal venom, festering quickly upon injection. after jake got what he wanted, there was a greed to replicate that feeling, in spite of the fact that nothing would compare to that first blow. in his own way, unlike his father’s but similar nonetheless, he was pivoting towards release.

jake was on the brink of something like psychosis when he heard those knocks on his front door. and when he peered outside, spotting the professor, his recklessness got the better of him.

she was dead before she even stepped inside the house. jake yanked her inside, brought her downstairs, and forced himself onto her for a second time that day. when she wept for sunghoon, wishing he would come home, jake almost pitied her naïveté.

if jake hadn’t killed her, wrapping his hands around her throat the way that he knew his father had been yearning to, sunghoon would have.

the look on his professor’s face was pitiful. “sorry,” jake said, though he clasped his hands around her throat harder. “but i have to make a statement.”

it was not particularly a difficult thing to do, at least not to stomach, but killing her was merely just a means to an end. he didn’t get off to it like his father would’ve, jake’s interest lay inflicting psychological damage, but he did it because he knew how much it pleasured sunghoon to squeeze the life out of his victims.

and if jake couldn’t have what he wanted, then as long as he lived, neither would his dad for tearing it away.

sunghoon came home moments too late. jake left his professor in the cellar for his father to find, eyes wide and face pale.

sunghoon glanced around. he saw her car parked outside, but no sign of her. when jake came from his bedroom on the upper floor, a creeping feeling of deja vu flooded sunghoon’s chest, but he asked, “where is she?”

jake’s face was expressionless. “she’s dead,” he replied, confident. “i mean it this time.”

sunghoon shook his head. “you killed her?”

“wasn’t it you that said you were going to teach me the proper way to dispose of a woman when i’m sick of her?” jake asked, approaching his father as he crept down the stairs.

though sunghoon wasn’t pleased, he willed himself to calm down. “did you strangle her?”

“yes.”

sunghoon figured, from the lack of blood staining his house this time around. “will you tell me about it?”

that caught jake off-guard. he expected his father to be angry, to let loose. he had to have been dreaming of choking her since the day he laid eyes on her. “you sick fuck,” jake sneered.

sunghoon snickered, unbothered. that’s rich. “who do you think you got it from?”

obviously, from the face jake was making, he didn’t like that. his nonchalant attitude dissipated. “i’m not like you!”

“keep telling yourself that. maybe one day you’ll delude yourself into believing it,” sunghoon replied, hanging his coat on the rack in spite of knowing he would be leaving again soon.

“i’m not like you - i mean that.”

sunghoon, miffed, rolled his eyes and said, “come on, son. you think i don’t know you and your friends have been watching my tapes for the past decade and then some like they’re cartoons?”

“but not mom’s,” jake spat, loathing fizzing in his stare. 

sunghoon froze, then spun around. “is that what this is all about?”

jake nodded, pleased his father was finally getting the picture. “i found it in your study. you hid it more carefully than the others, because she was special or you didn’t want me to find it, i don’t know.”

sunghoon heaved a breath. “you were never supposed to see that.”

“but i did,” jake replied. “and i’ve suffered every day for the past month because of that.”

sunghoon shot without hesitation, “a suffering you brought upon yourself. nobody asked you to go snooping around in my things.”

jake’s lips were twisted into the meanest snarl sunghoon had ever seen. emotion wrecked through him in its totality. “is that what’s important to you? i shouldn’t be surprised. you couldn’t even spare your own son’s mother from your heartlessness.”

sunghoon massaged his temple, summoning all of his willpower. “please,” he groaned, sensing an incoming headache. “women are weak, cheating whores. just look at your professor. maybe your mother wasn’t, but she was a liability.”

if that was supposed to console jake, it had the complete opposite effect. “are you saying she deserved it?”

“i’m saying that you’ve always been too soft,” sunghoon said, not bothering to sugarcoat his chastising. “just like your mother. even when you were a child. that’s why i had you help me, i hoped you would harden up a little.”

jake scoffed. “unbelievable.”

“your mother went quietly. she didn’t even fight it, jake. so, why are you?”

“because of that,” jake told him, vitriol in his voice. “she didn’t ask you to stop one time. she just asked you to get it over with.”

sunghoon tipped his head back. “ah, yes. she really was perfect, wasn’t she?”

that was all it took to kindle an unforgiving rage within jake and in a moment of fury, flickering through him in a flash, jake lifted his hand to smack his father.

sunghoon caught his wrist, as if this weren’t the first time this had happened and it was wholeheartedly expected. his voice lowered to a mere hiss, “i’ve never laid a hand on you. ever in your life. don’t make today be the day i start.”

jake glared, but wrested his way out of his father’s grip and backed away.

sunghoon smoothed down his shirt and headed for the kitchen, knowing jake would follow. this conversation was far from over. “now, if you excuse me, i have to clean up your mess,” he said, pulling a burner phone out of a drawer. “if you don’t mind.”

“i can clean up my own mess,” jake replied, scowling. 

setting the phone on the counter, sunghoon reached for a glass. “no, you can’t. not without digging your own grave. unless you want to go to prison, pack your shit, ask one of your buddies if you can stay with them for a few days, and take the tapes with you. hide them.”

jake made a face. “what are you talking about?”

sunghoon sighed. “we can’t get away with this one, son. her car’s parked outside. there’s too many loose ends.”

“we can get rid of the car. you don’t have to go to jail!” jake shouted.

“it’s either you or me. frankly, i’m doing you a favor. you wouldn’t last two seconds behind bars,” sunghoon hissed. he grabbed another glass, sliding it across the counter, then said, “now, wine? you know, to celebrate your old man going away? i believe that’s what you want.”

jake shook his head. never in his life had he been so conflicted. his father that he’d been so bent on despising until he the day he died was voluntarily confessing to a crime he didn’t commit, just so that his son wouldn’t have to suffer in prison.

“why are you doing this?” jake asked, bristling with emotion. 

sunghoon sighed. “because i love you, son. even if you don’t think so. and because your mother would be turning in her grave if she knew you were in prison.”

jake blew out a breath. then, after a moment of reluctance, he grabbed the glass on the counter and reached for the wine bottle. 

sunghoon snickered. “atta boy.”

“i wonder how your son reacted when he learned you were going to prison for murder,” you said, pondering. “you live in the same house. i wonder how he didn’t know.”

sunghoon lied, “he was at a friend’s house when i killed her. doesn’t like that it was his favorite professor.”

you nodded along, buying his lies. “that is a lot to take in. i mean, imagine your dad was having an affair with your favorite science professor. then, he kills her, like how he killed your mom.”

sunghoon shrugged his shoulders. “have you never heard the phrase ‘the heart wants what it wants?’”

“i have,” you replied. “and i guess your heart wanted to stop the function of others.”

sunghoon laughed at his own expense. “oh, please. you give me too much credit. you shouldn’t make me out to be more romantic than i am.”

you shook your head in disappointment. “you make these women want you, and then you undo everything. that has to be part of the amusement to you.”

“it gets a chuckle or two out of me.”

your lips were tempted to curl into a frown for the umpteenth time that day alone. “why?”

sunghoon leaned up in his chair, exclaiming, “because it’s fun!”

you were going to say something, but he didn’t give you the chance. 

sunghoon continued, “everyday, as adults, we do the same job for hours and come home. people want excitement in their lives. women get exhausted of coming home to their husbands or nobody at all.”

your stare was blank. “and your point is?”

“i didn’t just make those women want me, baby. i made them need me,” sunghoon told you smugly. “i brought a spark to their lives, and i took it away just as fast. and i do it… because i can.”

“because you could,” you corrected, confident he would never be free of this place for as long as he lived. “you’re going to be in here a very, very long time.”

sunghoon grinned. “i wouldn’t be so sure.”

you cocked your brow. “what’s that supposed to mean?”

“wouldn’t you like to know?” sunghoon teased. you hated the smugness in his tone. like he knew something that you didn’t.

the door opened, and the guard from earlier returned. “i hate to interrupt, but it’s time for the count,” he said, coming behind sunghoon to undo his cuffs.

it all happened in a blink. sunghoon’s weight was pressed flush against yours, roughly thrusting you into the table. your body screamed, agony spreading through your side, but your gun was in a lockbox outside the room.

sunghoon knew from your conversations alone that you weren’t the type to go quietly. your first instinct was to fight back. naturally, you struggled against his hold, refusing to bend to his will even as panic shot through your chest. your whole body was on guard, aiming for survival.

but to your misfortune, your might was no match for sunghoon’s. you glanced to the guard for assistance, but when he only stood there as if he was waiting for it to end, the most unsettling feeling of realization washed over you.

“don’t fight him,” the guard said, arms crossed. “you won’t win.”

sunghoon snickered when he noticed your eyes widen in shock. you hadn’t seen that coming. though you tried to resist, it was over once his slender fingers came to your throat, and you genuinely feared for your life. 

you didn’t realize how good you had it just being able to breathe until you couldn’t anymore. your breaths wouldn’t come. it felt as if your bones were being crushed. your whole body was on fight mode, but it was like sunghoon had the reins, shutting down your senses one by one.

“you put up a good fight, detective,” sunghoon whispered darkly in your ear, admiring your struggle.

your lips parted, but you couldn’t speak no matter how hard you tried. your self-preservation instincts were no match against him. all you could do was meet sunghoon’s stare. the pressure on your neck was too much to handle, and in seconds, you were out.

“lights out,” sunghoon said. he released your throat, having no intention of killing you and leading you for dead, but knowing that you would likely regain consciousness in a matter of seconds, he grabbed you by the hair, smashing your head flat against the table to subdue you.

heeseung winced, but he did nothing to step in. “poor girl,” he mumbled under his breath, pitying you. “had enough?”

“for now,” sunghoon replied. “let’s go.”

heeseung gave sunghoon a uniform to wear so that he would blend in amongst the uniforms like heeseung had and when he was ready, the two of them fled before they could be deterred.

when they had successfully gotten away, heeseung asked with his hand on a steering wheel, “you know that i don’t agree with this, right?”

sunghoon snickered. it had absolutely been said. “you haven’t agreed with my lifestyle for the past twenty-five years, yet you still help me. why?”

heeseung frowned. sometimes, he asked himself the same question, but deep down inside, he knew the answer. “because we may not share blood, but we’re brothers,” heeseung replied. “and for my brother, i’ll do anything you need.”

sunghoon quipped, “like smuggle me across the border?”

“like smuggle you across the border,” heeseung said, chuckling. “when we get there, there’s gonna be this dude named sunoo. he’s gonna help you out. i’ll be in touch.”

sunghoon nodded. “i can’t thank you enough, man.”

“just lay low and stay out of trouble,” heeseung said, shaking his head. 

sunghoon grinned with mischief. he was already thinking about all of the beautiful women he couldn’t wait to get his hands on. “no promises,” he answered, sighing contentedly.

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Heya! This blog is based on the Roblox game Forsaken, specifically the character Chance.

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WHAT YOU NEED TO KNOW

This blog is run by a minor, no NSFW.

i also run @v01dst4rs & @fortunesofthedamned

This is a roleplay-type blog. Story driven. The AU im currently roleplaying is very centered on Chance specifically

I may respond in drawn pictures, it depends how im feeling!

I am not affiliated with the Forsaken team!!

If you ever want to chat my DMS are open! Im always happy to talk! I have a disc as well!

Q: Will there be more characters? A: maybe! In the far future perhaps....

Q: Can we use our own characters/ocs to ask? A: Absolutely!! Anyone can send an ask.

Q: Where can we get caught up with the story? A: I'll keep all the important events under the cut!

Q: can we rp characters from different media? A: yup! Any media relating to roblox!

WHAT YOU CAN & CAN'T DO

Absolutely NO NSFW // I dont do ships, sorry!!

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About Chance, my AU, lore, and tags under cut

ABOUT CHANCE

Pronouns : he/they

Personality: confident, positive, a bit cocky at times

Extra : he has a bunny named Spade!

Actions will look like this - [*He lifts his head, taken off guard by the sudden entry*]

Speech will look like this - "Well, hello! How can I help ya? That's quite the entrance."

ABOUT MY AU

This AU is centered on specifically Chance, he doesn't want to believe the reality of things, and often tends to try to hide from it in his imagination.

They pretend. Thats how they're so good at keeping a poker face.

The Spectre despises his ability to keep calm, and wants to break him down slowly.

Whats happening now? : #Hey! Hey Chance! / #act 1 / #the pawn

PERSONAL HEADCANNONS

Chance's glasses move with his emotions, I cant explain why I just feel like that gives him a more cartoony feel

Dyed hair tips, just feels like him.

Piercings!

Chance would rather die than let someone else get hurt in his place.

His luck has very comedic timing.

WHAT WE'VE DONE

ONGOING: EVENT ACT 1, #the pawn / #hey! hey chance! / #act 1

After Chance woke up, the spectre began to speak to him.. Ettore -> @/m4fios0 stopped by to check on him, and they informed him about the nagging voice as it only grew louder. . .

Ettore turned to leave, but before he did he heard it too. The two camped out in Chance's cabin. but by then... It was too late. Stalemate

It called to them, Chance followed its voice, entranced. It lead him into the woods and took him as its prey. What happened to you Chance?

INT TAGS

#Chance and John Doe / luckycode - The king of corruption interacts?? Wow im honored

#pokerpizza - Elliot interacts! His best friend :)

#playtime with sarah - his daughter interacts!

#fleshcoin - fleshcousin interacts!

#pokerdebt - Mafioso interacts!

OTHER

#Pokerface - ooc

#Lucky7 - in character

#Fullhouse - lore

#Badbeat - noncannon/ignore this (doesn't apply to actual lore)

#Jackpot - cannon (applies to actual lore)

chances opinions!

John Doe: He desperately wants to learn more about him.

Builderman: Cautious, but looks up to him

Elliot : His best friend, he gets very defensive about him.

Sarah 👁🫀👁 : Adoptive daughter

Mafioso: His closest friend.

Ty for the dividers - ♠,♦

[belit0]

Thank you for being awesome and for this magnificent blog <3

May I reuest HCs for Shisui being protective with his fem S/O ^w^

Shisui food!!! *rings bell*

Body language expert- Shisui doesn’t just watch (Y/N); he reads her. A slight change in her posture? A shift in her expression? He notices immediately. If she’s uncomfortable—especially around someone—he’ll subtly intervene. A casual arm around her shoulders, a sudden change in conversation, positioning himself between her and the problem. She never even has to ask.

The disarming protector– He doesn’t get openly aggressive unless it’s absolutely necessary. Shisui is charming, playful, smooth—he can de-escalate most situations with a grin and a joke. But if someone doesn’t take the hint? That’s when the smile drops. And when that happens, it’s over.

The "you’ll never walk home alone" rule– No matter how “safe” it is, no matter how “fine” she says she’ll be, he insists. -I’m walking you home. No arguments.- He’ll drape an arm over her casually, chat like nothing’s wrong, but his eyes are constantly scanning the surroundings, his senses on full alert.

Territorial in subtle ways– He doesn’t get jealous, not in the traditional sense. He trusts (Y/N). But that doesn’t mean he enjoys watching other men try their luck. If someone gets too close, Shisui has a habit of appearing out of nowhere—leaning into the conversation, placing a casual but firm hand on (Y/N)’s waist or shoulder. He won’t make a scene, but his message is clear: Back off.

The "I’ll always be there" policy– If she needs him? He knows, immediately. If she’s upset, he’s already on his way. Doesn’t matter if it’s 3 AM, raining, or in the middle of a mission briefing. She needs him? He’s there.

-Just let me know when you’re back, yeah?- He says it casually, as if it’s nothing. But if she forgets? Oh, he notices. He’ll wait exactly ten minutes before finding an excuse to appear—leaning against her doorway, arms crossed, eyes sharp beneath the easy grin. -What, did you get lost on the way back?- If she looks even the slightest bit shaken, the humor fades instantly. -Next time, I’m walking you all the way in.- No arguments.

The overprotective tease– If she gets hurt, even slightly, she’ll never hear the end of it. -Wow, you’re really out here trying to give me a heart attack, huh? I turn my back for one second…- But underneath the teasing, he’s genuinely worried—checking her injuries, making sure she’s okay, sticking close for the rest of the day.

Won’t hesitate to kill for her– Most of the time, Shisui is lighthearted, charming, easygoing. But the second someone truly threatens (Y/N)? That version of him disappears. His Shunshin is fast, but the way his expression darkens is even faster. His enemies don’t even realize what’s happening until it’s too late. And if they do? It’s already over.

Always makes her feel safe– Whether it’s walking beside her, shielding her from prying eyes, or pulling her into a warm embrace, she knows—Shisui will always be there.

[lillchris]

You with the dark curls; You with the water colored eyes (Two Shot)

Chapter One: A Sour Apple Can Spoil The Whole Bunch

Responding to @my-favorite-sign-blog Word Count: 1.7k

a/n: The book title is inspo from the song "Dear Arkansas Daughter" Anyway seeing that this is my first fanfic in a while, I thought it was no better time to start than the present. Most of the plotlines in this book will be ideas from my delusional brain. In this fanfic, Jalen and Paige actually dated so just keep that in the back of your minds ;) I hope you all like this first chapter! <3 TW: Angst, Jalen Suggs, Mentions of cheating and divorce, Swearing, Homophobia

It was Christmas morning in the Fudd household, and with that came Christmas breakfast, it was a tradition the family had yet to break.

It was precisely 8:30am when Azzi looked at the alarm clock beside her bed, and heard the sound of her father's voice ring down the hall as he banged pots and pans that woke up all those who were sleeping.

"Come on everybody up! Rise and shine it's Christmas morning and you know what that means!"

Tim Fudd's morning enthusiasm was not reciprocated as Azzi rolled back over, and pulled the comforter back over her head, in hopes of blocking out the loud ruckus outside her room.

"I'll rise but I sure won't shine." Azzi mumbled groggily.

Just then the door burst open, and she soon felt a dip in the mattress as she groaned from the sudden disturbance.

"AZZI! AZZI! AZZI! Wake up! Come on get up!" The sound of Drew Bueckers voice blared in her ear as she rolled over once again.

"Wow I guess that didn't work, maybe you should try since your besties." Drew shrugged before getting off the bed and walking out of the room.

"Come on you big head, get up. It's rude not to greet your best friend after it took three-plus hours to get here." Paige said in a teasing tone as she attempted to pull the comforter off of Azzi.

"Just five more minutes Paige, pleaseee. You know I'm not a morning person."

"Okay fine, but I'm sitting on the edge of your bed waiting here until you decide to get off your ass and wake up." Paige teased as she picked up a mini basketball that was lying on the floor.

The constant sound of the ball hitting the door and bouncing back, over and over was enough to drive Azzi nuts, she sighed before pulling off the covers.

"When, and how did you even get here? I thought you were going back home to celebrate Christmas with your mom's side of the family in Montana?" Azzi asked sleepily as she rubbed her eyes.

"Well, it took me a minute to realize after I said goodbye to you at the airport a month ago, that I wanted to spend Christmas with you instead. So I bought tickets for the next flight out to Virginia, and viola here I am."

"Paige do you need me for anything else, me and Jose want to play Fortnite," Drew said with a sigh as he trudged back into the room with a PS5 controller in hand.

When Paige didn't respond, Drew took it as a sign, rolling his eyes before leaving once again.

"Come on Azzi I want some of your mom's famous maple apple pancakes fresh off the griddle before your brothers eat them all". Paige says with a long pleading, drawn-out sigh.

"Don't make me force you out of bed".

"Noo Paige Please. Just let me wake up naturally. Jose forced me to watch some stupid ass Christmas comedy movie, and I am so tired." Azzi says with her eyes closed still as an annoyed groan falls from her lips.

"You're getting up whether you like it or not, come on," Paige says mischievously as she swats at Azzi's knee lightly as an incentive.

"Alright guess I'm going to have to carry you out like the princess you are." Paige says before picking up Azzi and slumping her over her shoulder carrying her out.

" Think you might want to carry Azzi more gently, she is Sleeping Beauty." Tim Fudd laughs upon seeing his daughter carried out Fireman's lift-style.

"Well, she is a princess after all," Paige says with a smirk before carrying Azzi bridal style in her arms.

"Wait before you put her down," Jose says laughing, before taking a picture of a sleepy Azzi, as Tim and Katie just laugh.

"Alright, Paige wake up Azzi it's almost time to eat." Katie says with a smile as she sets the last of the pancake on a plate.

"Wakey, Wakey princess, it's time to wake up for real this time." Paige says with a smirk as she bops her best friend on the nose, as she puts Azzi down forcing her to stand up despite how groggy she is.

"I'm up, I'm up! " Azzi says yawning as she puts on one of Paige's hoodies that she's currently "borrowing"

"Hey, that's my hoodie! Haven't you had it for over six months now?" Paige says jokingly with an eyebrow raised and a smirk plastered on her face.

"Whatever Paige. I like it, it's so comfy and it smells like you. I've worn it for the past month since I missed you." Azzi says as she leans against Paige's shoulder, and everyone sits at the table.

"She has hardly taken it off since we picked her up at the airport a month ago." Katie states as she passes the syrup bottle.

"Yeah, she practically lives in it." Tim chimes in, as Drew and Jose give each other knowing looks, as they look across the table at the two girls, who seem utterly comfortable and relaxed in each other's presence.

"Oh? So you actually missed me?" Paige says teasingly to Azzi as she eats her scrambled eggs.

"Of course I missed you! Is that even a question!" Azzi says with her mouth half full of food as she half-jokingly rolls her eyes. She glances over at Paige, before nudging her in the side playfully.

In Azzi's mind, she wanted to say: of course I missed you I always miss you. But she refrained, something in her mind stopped her.

Just as everyone was finishing eating, the sound of the doorbell ringing shifted their attention.

"I'll get it" Tim said as he rose from the table, before heading to the door.

"Is Paige Bueckers here by chance?" A young man says as he stands on the snowy outside steps.

"And who are you?" Tim asks curiously.

"I'm Jalen Suggs, Paige's- friend. I would like to talk to her for a second.

"Oh, so you're- never mind, sure come in," Tim says clearing his throat, letting the young man inside.

"Paige, someone's here to see you."

"Here to see me? On Christmas? I don't know who could possibly want to see m-." Paige's words stopped just as quickly as they had been spoken. Her mouth suddenly goes dry, upon seeing him standing there.

"I need to talk to you, please." Jalen says with a insistent look as she approaches him, firmly grabbing his forearm, and leading him into the living room.

"What the hell are you doing here Jalen on all of the days Christmas! I thought I made myself clear-"

"You did, baby, but I-I want to apologize, for everything." Jalen pleads as Paige's blood almost boils upon hearing him call her baby.

Paige sighs, looking down and shaking her head, before glancing over at Drew who is watching them talk. He quickly snaps his head toward the TV acting like he isn't staring.

"Look, can we just- talk about this outside. The at least decent thing you can do is not have this conversation in front of my little brother." Paige sighs in frustration as she and Jalen walk out onto the small front porch.

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Meanwhile, Azzi is helping her mom and dad clean up the kitchen.

"Whoa, what did that plate ever do to you?" Tim jokes as Katie shoots her husband a not the right-time look.

In Azzi's mind, the thought, the sight, the mention of that person, that man- Jalen Suggs, makes her blood boil to no avail. He was a dick, an asshole, hell, every insulting name in the damn book of insults, for what he put Paige through the last year and a half.

She despised him, how could he do that to Paige, Her Paige. She dismissed that thought quickly, as her mind trailed back to Jalen the more she thought about him the more her mind reeled and turned at just how much she disliked him.

"Azzi." The sound of someone's voice and the feeling of her mother's hand brought her back to reality, and it was only then did Azzi realize that she had been washing the same damn pan for over five minutes. She released the death grip she had on the pan before taking a deep breath.

"Azzi, are you alright?" Her mother's eyes met hers as she looked up from her feet.

"Yeah, I'm fine. its-just why the hell did he have to show up, right here, right now, on Christmas of all days- I just." Azzi sighed and threw her hands up in the air.

"I'm walking out there, I know it's not my place but I'm giving Jalen a piece of my mind."

Azzi says determined, walking out of the house before Katie can tell her not to.

"ooooh weeeh, man! Watch out! Here comes Azzi. That boy is gonna see some Fudd fury from her! That's my girl!" Tim says proudly as Katie shoots him another unamused look.

"One! You are not calling me baby, and two! Don't you dare bring my parent's divorce into this! I might have been only three but that does not make it irrelevant. " Paige says beyond angry.

Azzi stomped out onto the snowy driveway about to give Jalen a piece of her mind, but she stopped beside the two, seeing that she had come at a bad time.

"And don't bring Azzi into this either leave her out of this!" Paige says before realizing Azzi is standing right there.

"Oh I'm sorry did I hurt your "girlfriend's" feelings." Jalen shoots back.

"Don't talk to her like that don't you dare!" Azzi says stepping in front of Paige protectively.

"Oh does Paige need her best friend- or shall I say girlfriend to fight her battles for her? Is that why you broke up with me just so you could fuck your best friend instead?"

That was it Paige had officially snapped.

"I'm not the one who cheated, with my used-to-be friend Hayley Van Leith! And no that's not why I was going to break up with you! I broke up with you because you kept fucking continuously lying to me!" Paige says with venom in her voice.

"You need to leave now." Azzi says firmly as she once again steps between Paige.

"Yeah alright, whatever Paige, at least I tried apologizing. Yeah, you just have fun with your girlfriend here. She'll never be able to give you what I could." Jalen says mockingly.

Before leaving Azzi and Paige in the snowy driveway.

a/n: lmk what y’all think :)

[valentine-writes]

Can you do enemies to lovers with 1016 Miles?? :3

[ this will be my last req for this account, moving to my new blog officially once this one is up! catch me on @l0vem41l <3 reqs will be open there when i'm ready ＞︿＜ ]

overachiever

「 tws + notes: no tws, unedited, burnout, reader also attends visions academy, reader is trying so so hard to not be mean and fails (im so sorry), one-sided academic rivalry, author doesn't know how american schools work (i am so so sorry), comfort (?) 」

「 gn!reader, can be platonic or romantic <3」

↳ ft. miles morales (1610)

author's note: YES I CAN!!! however,, i put a lil twist on the prompt given and made it academic rivalry (i genuinely cant find a viable reason to beef w/ miles i am so sorry (-﹏-；) !!) anyways! hope this works with you!!! soz itz so short!!! :[[

"wow," your friend's eyes light up, scanning over your test results, "...you've gotta be like, the smartest person i know."

you laugh politely, smiling at them as they hand your paper back. "no, it's really not that big of a deal–"

"what do you mean 'not that big of a deal?! dude, you got 100% on a test most people failed." your friend shoves their paper in your face as evidence– a 57% in red on theirs. "that's like... the highest grade achievable. probably the highest in cla–"

"THIS GUY GOT A 101%!"

everyone turns to the voice– the loud kid who sat behind miles eyeing his test.

you blinked in disbelief. you didn't even know getting extra credit was possible on this one.

miles looked up at the faces of his staring peers faces filled with disbelief and slight annoyance, and fumbled to set his test face down on his desk. he flashed an awkward grin "uh... yeah?"

-

▸ you liked miles. he was friendly. sweet. genuine. you couldn't hate him if you wanted to. no, you didn't feel hate towards him. it was just... jealousy. simple, petty, burning jealousy.

▸ visions academy was something you had to work your ass off for, constantly studying just to stay on the level of the students who attended. NERDS. all of them were nerds. but you were attending this school too sooo,,,

and then there was miles. someone who barely even had to try to get the highest grades. he had you seething.

▸ the most humiliating part was the fact that he had little to no interest in competing with you at all. the few times you had spoken were awkward and curt on your end, and yes– it felt awful being so mean for something as small as personal resentment.

▸ nothing justified your one word responses or the accidental snark that would slip into those few words. you mentally kicked yourself for the times you watched his grin falter because of something you said, miles awkwardly trying to laugh off whatever cold remark you just shot at him.

he'd walk away, dejected, and you'd stand there for a moment– frozen as you fought the urge to run up to him and try to explain yourself or beg for forgiveness. it didn't make sense to at this point. maybe he'd just accept this was the way you were– the way things would be between you two.

▸ so yes, perhaps in your pursuit of favouring school over every other aspect of your life, your social skills were left rotting and underdeveloped. but you knew, deep down, it wasn't just you being awkward.

being around him made you feel small. talking to someone, radiating the aura of someone with a promise-filled future made you look completely directionless and clueless in comparison. the effort you put into your academics was almost repulsive to think about when miles could take a test with a blindfold on and probably still score 90s.

maybe it was the deep set fear that you'd never amount to anything if you didn't burn yourself out trying. all of a sudden, the academic validation of being good wasn't enough. not when you were one of the best once.

▸ you spent an absurd amount of time trying to avoid him, deliberately moving to the furthest corners of the library so he wouldn't see you there struggling to wrap your head around whatever you were being taught in physics.

heavens above forbid that he walk up to you, greeting you with that sunny smile and cheerful voice that could make anyone falter. you may have been jealous of him– but oh, how you hated that feeling that way when he nothing but well-meaning.

-

the last sip of your coffee– long cooled by now thanks thermodynamics– did nothing to make you feel less dead. you had lost track of the time you had spent practically decomposing in this library, studying for an upcoming physics test that had you reeling just by the mere thought of it.

you sighed, staring at the papers strewn on the desk. your hands fidgeted with the pencil in your hand, it's eraser and tip rendered flat and useless by now, as you tried to muster the energy to gather your things to leave. it was much too late. the library would be closed soon and you'd be forced to go back home to study at your own desk in your bedroom.

this was routine. go to school, study in the library until it gets dark, and go home to study more– the next day, you'd find yourself still awake and studying or with a headache, your cheek pressed to the desk, and drool on your notebook. yeah. your bed hasn't been used in a solid while. and science homework isn't exactly the comfiest pillow. but this is what you were used to.

standing up, you stretched out a bit– and immediately froze as a familiar voice called your name. you paused, reluctantly turning to the source of the voice.

"...god, morales–" you huffed, "you nearly scared me half to death."

this is the friendliest you've been towards him in a while, he notices, as you flash him a tiny, crooked smile on your tired face. all potential malice you could have held had been beaten out by your absolute lack of energy.

he approaches you and looks at your desk, considering what to say to fill the silent air. he places a hand on your shoulder, you stiffen–

"hey." miles flashes a grin, not his signature smile but,, somewhat of a forced smolder.

you stare and resist the urge to cringe, wondering if you were sleep deprived to the point of hallucinations. you gently brush his hand off your shoulder.

"...hi?" you respond, unsure of what to do.

miles is snapped out of whatever stupid trance he was in by your voice.

"oh– uh– yeah, hey," he repeats your name again, trying to recover from whatever that was, "is– is everything okay?"

"i could ask you the same thing."

he lets out a little chuckle. "you know what i mean. all... this." miles' hand gestures vaguely to your desk and current state of complete entropy. "how long have you been here?"

you avert your gaze, shame burning in your face. "i... don't know?"

a pause.

miles places a hand on your back this time, in an attempt of friendly comfort. geez, are they keeping you locked in here?" he quips, earning half of a dry laugh from you. "c'mon. you should probably get home and rest by now."

"but–" your lips part in protest, looking back up at him to argue– but he just looks back, concern filled in his dark doe-like eyes. all possibilities of fighting him on this were out the window.

"you need it." he insists, a gentle smile forming on his face. much better than the weird smoulder from earlier, you think. "i'll even walk you there."

before you can speak up, he moves away from you, beginning to help you gather up your things to pack up. you mumble a silent thank you to him, which he accepts happily with a nod.

as he hands over the papers, his eyes scan them. "oh! physics? i love physics."

"no shit, morales." you scoff, snatching up the papers from him and stuffing them in your bag. "it sure seems to love you."

yet again, you've managed to mess things up. you bite the inside of your cheek before you can say anything worse. a sigh escapes your lips, as you decide to at least try and save the interaction.

"look... i'm really sorry. it's been a rough day, i've been struggling to get the concepts down, i'm falling behind and feeling stupid as hell right now, and– to make everything worse, the fucking test is just stressing me out and i just– i just..." you trail off from your ramblings, a sob getting caught in your throat as your shaky hands grip your backpack.

"woah, woah, hey– it's okay."

he slowly puts an arm around your shoulder, careful not to startle you or make you uncomfortable. you don't even realize how you lean into him. "let's just get you home. you've done your best, yeah?"

you nod. he offers you a little smile.

"exactly. and that's enough. okay? you're doing more than you can handle right now." there's a few more shared words as he reassures you.

part of him wonders how long this had been going on– how long you had been working yourself until you broke– mainly because that test that was stressing you out was more than a week away. yeah. he'd need to convince you to watch after yourself more often.

-

"and now a silly one!!!" (more lighthearted hcs below for the aftermath of this becuz goodness me.)

▸ things definitely ease up around miles. if he can't convince you to step away from your work, he's chosen to be able to regulate it.

studying with him in a local cafe is now a frequent thing you two do together. miles always gives you time to work, but will then ever so subtly lure you into moving on from your work to hang out with him normally. and it works. every single time. you might start in the library or cafe, but where you'll be later? always a mystery.

whether it's a walk in the park, going back to his place to chat, or finding some random activity to do, you find yourself bonding with him more and more. your jealousy begins to fade, finding a friend in him instead of someone you have to one up.

▸ you both spontaneously decided to see a new horror movie once and accidentally got miles in trouble with his parents for coming home after curfew. and he'd 100% do it again in a heartbeat if you asked.

▸ no matter what you get on that next test, miles is going to congratulate you like it's the best he's ever seen. he's overjoyed to share your achievements, to celebrate them like no one in your life ever has.

miles holds up his test as you tell him your grade. "you got a 92? hey look– me too!"

a snarky voice speaks up, "well, i got a 98% so–"

"no one was talking to you." miles retorts.

you press a hand to your mouth and look away, trying to stifle laughter. was he always this sassy or did you just end up rubbing off on him?

▸ you both end up being extra studious for the next test (breaks included this time) and he's sure to be extra loud about congratulating you for your perfect 100%

maybe the sass wasn't all you,,, but the minor pettiness definitely is your influence. it's actually not. miles is pretty easygoing,, but man did he not like when that random ass kid gave you attitude.

you smile at miles, ensuring to do the same for him if not, a little louder

"what? 'm complimenting you." you tilt your head at miles' stunned expression.

for a moment, he stumbles over his words. "i know– you just– i didn't expect that from you, so–"

you laugh. "what? you want me to go back to being mean or something?"

miles laughs too. it's hard not to stare at the way he lights up a room like this.

▸ things feel lighter now. you've made social progress with others, you have a life beyond just school– and you have miles. part of you wonders if you'll ever be able to tell him just how much he means to you and how you wish you could've just been his friend from the start.

sometimes, in the corner of his eye, he catches your wistful stare. and though he doesn't utter a single word, you start to feel that he cherishes you just as much.

[matt-roseheart]

I 'Lava' you

A short murder drones fanfic based on @dronebiscuitbat 's characters from their rp blog, @ask-elliot-doorman-fam, Tera and Kiara, Rad is here too :P

Kiara paced around the hideout cave, nervously fiddling with her fingers. "What if she doesn't like it? What if she thinks its too cheesy? what if-" Her rant is cut off by Rad trying to calm her down.

"Kia chill, this is Tera you're talking about, sure she may be tough, but every tough person i know has a soft and squishy side that loves this stuff" He says, as he's on the couch tuning a ukulele. "So, lets go over the plan one more time before shes back from checking the perimiter"

Kiara takes a deep breath, which doesn't help much to calm her nerves, "Okay, we're here becase you are 'practicing' for the short-story musical Mr.Roseheart is hosting,"

"Which is thankfully real, couldn't think of an exuse otherwise" He adds.

"Mhm, and hopefully she'll agree to sing along, oh robo-god i hope she'll sing along, she has to for this to work" Kia was nervous about that part, Tera had a beautiful voice, but only ever sang in the privacy of her room. Hopefully the hideout would be enough to bring her out of her shell a bit, no chances of others overhearing her here.

Before Kiara could linger on that thought, there was a sudden whoosh at the entrance, meaning Tera was back. Kia rushed to a seat, put on headphones, and brought up her laptop to a blank page, pretending to be writing something. No stories would be written today, only some of her thoughts going a million miles an hour, dont screw this up please work i have to tell her.

"okay, outside is clear, so Rad, why did you bring a ukulele again?" Tera asked, as she sat down on the other side of the couch.

"Oh, you know the musical Mr.Roseheart is gonna be hosting?" Wait, did she even know about that?

"The music teacher? Uh, yeah i think I've heard about that. Isn't it about a bunch of short-stories instead of one big one? My dad seems pretty interested in going." N had seemed exited when he heard about it, even wanted to audition.

Oh thank robo-god

"Yup, a friend of mine that auditioned asked if i could help with their story, so im here to practice"

"Ok, cool"

"And i was hoping you could help."

"Oh? with what? Guitar?"

"Vocals, i struggle on my own when theres multiple characters singing"

Oh no, she did not like the sound of that.

"I am NOT going anywhere near a stage and singing, no way!" Tera growled, which made kiara more nervous.

"No no no, just for practice, only here. The only audience being Kia" Rad said, as he motioned over to where Kiara was sitting. "The part I need you to sing is basically the same line over and over a few times anyway, please?" He was looking up at her with puppy eyes, hoping to convince her.

Tera hesitated for a moment, normally she wouldn't, but in this case, it was just the three of them, no prying ears to worry about, so why not. "Ugh, fine. But if a video of this starts floating around, you're dead. whats the song?"

"Do you know the song 'Lava'?" She should, Kiara made sure to show her, hoping Tera would listen to it for this.

"That cheesy lovesong between two volcanoes? Yeah, i think Kia showed that to me a while ago"

Good, so far the plan is working "Cool, I'll be the narrator, so all you need to sing is the volcano's part. Do you know the words?"

"He basically says the same thing over and over, so yeah, whenever you're ready." Wow, Kiara was suprised, this is going a lot smoother than she thought it would.

With Tera ready, Rad began to play, and sing suprisingly well, like he's practiced before....

"A long long time ago, there was a volcano, living all alone in the middle of the sea."

"He sat high above his bay, watching all the couples play, and wishing that he had someone too."

"And from his lava came, this song of hope that he sang out loud, every day for years and years" With her part coming up, Tera cleared her throat and began.

"I have a dream I hope will come true, that you're here with me, and I'm here with you, I wish that the earth sea and the sky up above will send me someone to lava"

"Years of singing all alone turned his lava into stone, until he was on the brink of extinction"

"But little did he know that living in the sea below, another volcano was listening to his song"

"Every day she heard his tune her lava grew and grew because she believed his song was meant for her"

"Now she was so ready to finally meet him above the sea as he sang his song of hope for the last time"

"I have a dream I hope will come true, that you're here with me, and I'm here with you, I wish that the earth sea and the sky up above will send me someone to lava"

At that part, Kiara began to remove her headphones and close her laptop, nervously making her way over behind Tera.

"Rising from the sea below stood a lovely volcano, looking all around but she could not see him"

"He tried to sing to let her know that she was not there alone, but with no lava his song was all gone"

"He filled the sea with his tears as he watched his dreams dissapear as she remembered what his song meant to her"

Tera was about to sing the next part, thinking nothing of it, until someone else began to sing, making her jump as she turned around to see Kiara.

"I have a dream I hope will come true, that you're here with me, and I'm here with you, I wish that the earth sea and the sky up above will send me someone to lava"

Tera was caught off guard, by both her singing and the fact that Kia reached out to hold her hand that was resting on the arm of the couch. Theres no way, is she....

As Tera realised what she was doing, Rad continued the song.

"Oh they were so happy to finally meet above the sea, all together now their lava grew and grew"

"No longer are they all alone with aloha as their new home, and when you visit them this is what they sing" Tera, now holding onto Kiara's hand, hoping this wasn't a dream, continued with her.

"I have a dream i hope will come true"

"That you'll grow old with me"

"And I'll grow old with you"

"We thank the earth sea and the sky we thank too"

"I Lava you"

"I Lava you"

"I Love you"

Tera's face was all blush, lighting up the cave with a lavender glow, along with Kia's equally bright white blush. They sat there staring at eachother in awe for a minute before Kia broke the silence.

"Was that too cheesy?"

Tera stood and said, "Not at all, you weren't practicing for the musical, were you?" she asked looking over at thad.

"Nope, this was all her idea" He motioned over towards Kiara.

"So did you like it?" She asked nervously.

"I loved it" Tera said, before placing a kiss on Kia's forehead, nearly sending her into a reboot.

"Oh! I think I need to sit down" Tera sat back down, with Kia sitting next to her.

As Tera put her arm around Kiara, she let out a sigh of relief, everything went perfectly, and she couldn't be happier.

[chaos-of-the-abyss]

as someone who has read your fics a lot (big fan hiiiii) and your tags (they're like easter eggs), i am now so curious about your controversial opinions and takes that piss you off because, i mean, i don't want to make a big deal out of it, but you seem to change your opinion on certain characters now hehehe

hi anon! thank you for reading my fics and the nonstop rambling in my tags, haha. i hope you have fun with them! i'm going to assume this is about the silm fandom because i've been rolling out the tolkien posts lately. i couldn't possibly go into all my controversial opinions or all the takes that i hate in one post, but since you're asking i'll give three of each. i'm gonna stick with things i haven't talked much about on this blog, because there are lots of opinions and takes (i.e. blaming thingol/b&l/dior/elwing for the kinslayings, claiming elrond and elros think of maedhros and maglor as their Real Parents, etc.) that i've already made my thoughts on abundantly clear, lol

controversial opinion #1: i don't think tolkien intended this to be the case, but the noldor have uncomfortably colonial overtones in their expressed intentions for middle-earth: 'long he spoke, and ever he urged the noldor to follow him and by their own prowess to win freedom and great realms in the lands of the east' / 'the words of feanor concerning middle-earth had kindled in her heart, for she yearned to see the wide unguarded lands and to rule there a realm at her own will. of like mind with galadriel was fingon fingolfin's son, being moved also by feanor's words, [...] and with fingon stood as they ever did angrod and aegnor, sons of finarfin.' these are finwe's family, his son and his grandchildren. there is no way they aren't aware that elves already inhabit beleriand, yet they express zero consideration for what said elves' opinions might be on their sudden arrival and claiming of the land. it is... a Bad Look

controversial opinion #2: according to the narrative, the sons of feanor lost their right to the silmarils. regardless of who agrees or disagrees, that's what the text posits. the silmarils burned morgoth. they didn't burn beren, didn't burn luthien, didn't burn dior, didn't burn elwing, didn't burn earendil, and didn't burn eonwe. they burned maedhros and maglor

controversial opinion #3: eol is not unreasonable for his low opinion of the noldor. eol is unreasonable for almost everything else about him -- he attempted filicide, is at best a creepy stalker and at worst a rapist (aredhel was not "wholly unwilling"... wdym tolkien explain tolkien what do you mean she was not wholly unwilling), and he accidentally murders his own wife while trying to murder his son. like wow, pick a way to be a terrible person. these quotes though -- "all this land is the land of the teleri, and i will not deal nor have my son deal with the slayers of our kin, the invaders and usurpers of our homes" / "no right have you or any of your kin in this land to seize realms or to set bounds, either here or there." -- he's not wrong about the highlighted portions and he has every right to dislike the noldor for the points he brings up. (though he is wrong for believing the noldor are at fault for morgoth, since morgoth would have come knocking with or without them.)

okay now on to the takes that piss me off!

stupid take #1: that thingol and doriath were bigoted assholes that turn away refugees for not letting aredhel pass through. this was not a very nice thing for them to do, obviously, but equating it with a case of refusing refugees is ridiculous. to begin with, the iathrim and the noldor (save maybe for the nargothrondim, whose king -- finrod -- has a respectful relationship with thingol) do not have the best relations with each other, which is hardly just doriath's fault. then aredhel, one of the noldo whom the iathrim have tensions with, wants to travel through their kingdom to visit her cousin, another one of the noldo whom the iathrim have tensions with. (the worst tensions with, in fact, as thingol is markedly, and rightfully, more disdainful towards the sons of feanor in particular.) why is it so unreasonable that this would not go over well? the iathrim didn't force her to go the way she did either; in fact they explicitly warn her that that road is "the speediest way," but that it is "perilous". she had other options and she decided to go with the one that was reportedly dangerous. and on top of it all, aredhel is not in the same dire situation as actual refugees. turgon would have given her ample supplies for the journey since he was already so remiss to her leaving in the first place, plus he gives her "three lords of his household" as guards/companions. how come this instance, which is not a case that concerns refugees, is treated by some people as sure evidence of thingol's isolationism and "racism" towards the noldor, while an explicit instance where he does accept actual -- noldorin!! -- refugees is swept under the rug? oh wait i know. because this fandom loves making doriath into this discriminatory, uniquely nationalist kingdom that it canonically is not. if you want isolationism, gondolin is right there

stupid take #2: that luthien's victories over sauron and morgoth are proof that she's a mary sue. tolkien calling her "luthien the mere maiden" is annoying, but more accurate than the complaints about her being op. she doesn't even fight either of them. with sauron he jumps at her and radiates so much Hatred that she faints, but she manages to cover his eyes with her cloak and make him sleepy for a moment. huan takes the opportunity to jump in and they start fighting. with morgoth, her disguise doesn't work on him. instead she uses his arrogance and lust to her advantage, bides her time, then seizes the opportunity to put him to sleep with her cloak. and when he stirs, she and beren run for their lives in terror! when people say luthien winning against sauron and morgoth is plot armor, what they really mean is that their faves don't have the guts she has to go up against extreme odds and the brains to effectively use what she has going for her to her greatest benefit ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

stupid take #3: that luthien cast an enchantment on celegorm to make him lust after her. or even anything adjacent like luthien's maia blood enchanted celegorm though she wasn't doing it intentionally. not even going to bother debunking this kind of thing because it's a genuinely braindead take that reeks of misogyny, victim-blaming, and desperate whitewashing. fuck all the way off

i get the feeling you're talking about the sons of feanor on that part about changing my opinion on certain characters? which you'd be right about, the fandom has majorly turned me off from them. they used to be nearly the center of my interest in the silmarillion and its events, and now, while i still like them as they are in the story, i barely look at fandom content of them because the apologism is extreme and ridiculous. also funnily enough, my ranking of the individuals within the blanket of "the feanorians" has shuffled a lot too. maedhros and maglor used to be my favorite, now i've had enough maedhros and maglor to last me... maybe not a lifetime, but a good long while. (i dipped out of the tolkien fandom about two/three years ago, which was the time i got tired of m&m content. to this day i'm still tired of them.) and celegorm, the piece of shit that he is, used to be among my least favorite and now somehow shot his way up to my favorite <3 he's ambitious. he's charismatic. he's impulsive and arrogant. he's a wreck. he's funny. he's the absolute worst. love him

[flipfliqyaoi]

hi i love ur take on double whammy its so good. i like to think that like. once they revived after that whole fiasco they started to actually communicate and get closer. fliq gets to look in on the silly little things flippy likes to do in his free time and hes just thinking "how is your sector so pink and inviting and why don't i hate it". maybe they get to cuddle up in bed and for once fliq feels safe in being vulnerable and being happy. wow his host takes good care of his fur

TY AND YESS HEHE UR SO RIGHT they deserve to be happy they've been through so much 💔 I really do think Fliq would be able to be vulnerable for the first time in like his entire existence (sry fellas I keep thinking of that helicopter scene. he's so capable of being vulnerable esp w Flippy), though he's gonna be like, tense and awkward about it because this is a PRETTY new concept for him but :3 we believe in him !!!!

Flippy would have to remind this guy to relax like constantly, that they're not in danger, reminding him to enjoy the cuddling as it is. To focus on eachother and the warmth and the comforting embrace instead. With time and patience he'll be able to adjust to the concept, and feel safe w Flippy as u said <3 learning that he doesn't need to be hyperaware of everything else going on around him, especially since he's aware he's in a peaceful town, unlike pre-therapy (still gets jumpy over sudden noises but atleast he's not killing people over it now LOL. Huge improvement imo) they're so silly. they so silly

Gonna use this chance to bring up the idea of Fliq being vulnerable with anyone else except Flippy; probably doesn't seem like anything but this is a huge leap for Fliq because he hasn't REALLY formed a connection with anyone else besides the host. Maybe Flippy encourages him to come out and talk to Flaky for example, as a starter haha, ....except he's kinda not great at convo so hes kinda got this fear he's gonna fuck up the friendship for the host if he accidentally said something wrong LOL. But oh well u gotta start somewhere!! He literally doesn't know how to act in social situations like "oh god what am I doing here I suck at this shit. The host should be doing this job not me I'm literally embarrassing us"

Hai guys small note !! I'm busy again for like a couple weeks so this blog will go quite slow again, no yeah anyway that's all hehe just fyi :3

[secretchery]

Convenience Store Run ✨

B day present for @rizzkisworld (yes I made a whole new blog just to post this cuz I was nervi..)

annoying mf:

i miss ayouu :[

y/n:

i saw you yesterday anton

what do you want?

annoying mf:

nothing really just wanted to talk wyd?

y/n:

me? oh i'm talking to my annoying best friend 🙂

annoying mf:

wow, you really know how to hurt a guy's feelings.

imma go cry in a corner now... :,)

y/n:

aww little ant got his fe fe's hurt :(

annoying mf:

ok wow i hate you..

y/n:

oh please, you're in love with me and everybody knows it 😒

annoying mf:

please, just because i call you cute all the time does not mean i like you.. besides, everyone knows you have a big fat crush on me not the other way around lol

y/n:

really?! where'd you hear that from?

annoying mf:

eunseok,

he said you're head over heels for me and can't stop talking about how cute and handsome i am 🤭

y/n:

wrong.

he must be confused, if i was talking about anyone being cute it'd be wonbin 🤨

annoying mf:

see, now you're clearly lying because no one is cuter then me :|

before you can reply your mom knocks."hon, can you head to the convenience store down the street and get my favorite treat? i'll pay you~" she asks, peeking through the door at you, you were about to say no until you heard the 'pay' part, then all of a sudden you couldn't say no.

"sure!, sweet mother of mine i would be most humbled to oblige~" you reply quickly, as she nods and leaves the room. you then remember you were talking to shinyu and look back at your phone.

annoying mf:

see, now you're clearly lying because no one is cuter then me :|

y/n:

haha very funny,

anyways you want to meet up at the convenience store near my house?

annoying mf:

sure, i can stop by,

but what for?

is your mom out of her favorite snack again??

y/n:

yes, but i could also use something, plus we could get some snacks and watch a movie at mine 🤭

annoying mf:

that sounds fun,

i'm down, meet you there in 15?

y/n:

kk!

-

you began to get ready, throwing on your favorite hoodie and some sweats. Putting on your shoes you leave the house, on the walk there you think of what to get. the minute you get there you pull out your phone, scrolling as you waited for anton.

he thought it'd be a great idea to scare you, so he slowly sneaks up on you, shouting as he grabbed your shoulders, you yelped spinning around to look at the suspect, before hitting him for scaring you.

"that was so not funny anton!"

you scolded him as he just chuckled. "oh, come on it was kinda funny!" he says grinning ear to ear.

"you jerk! i swear if you ever scare me again i'll knock you out!" you said half joking half not, "wo-" he tries to speak but you cut him off " zip it. let's get these snacks and head back to mine to watch that movie!" you said pulling him into the store.

-

"okay, what snacks do you want? It'll be on me because I'm feeling generous today!" you exclaimed sarcastically, you were feeling generous but only because you knew he'd treat you right back 10 fold. (/j kinda...) also because the money you'd be using isn't yours it was what your mom gave you. "woww, what possessed you this evening??" he jokes, as the the two of you browse the store looking for the snacks you both wanted.

"ugh! Do you see my moms favorite anywhere?" you sigh out, you swear you did a walk around the whole store trice at this point, "yeah, it's right there.. like that entire time, you've walked past it like ten times." "AND YOU DIDN'T SAY SOMETHING!?" he laughs as you hit him grabbing your wrist gently to stop you.

"i just wanted to see how long it'd take you to realize lol" you deadpaned, "you wasted my precious time.." you glared at him very angrily but he only chuckled more, "my bad, my bad! Please don't kill me." he says between laughter.

"Whatever, let's go you're so annoying-" "you know you love me!" he cuts in smugly, you just glare walking over to the register to pay.

you put the snacks on counter as the cashier starts scanning them eyeing you two suspiciously. "is there something wrong?" you ask weirded out, "huh- uh! No! No.. you and your boyfriend are just so cute together i-" "we are not together!" you cut in startling the poor worker.. "o-oh! i'm so sorry- I just thought so from the way the two of you were acting, I'm sorry again!" The older lady continued apologizing. "nah, don't sweat it, we get that a lot!" anton says laughing trowing a arm over your shoulder lazily, and pulling you closer slightly.

-

after paying and that awkward situation you both started walking back to yours, there was a comfortable yet awkward silence in the air neither of them speaking up.

"Gosh, why does everyone think we're dating!" You exclaimed huffing, "haha, right! because who in their right mind thinks two hot baddie best friends could possibly be dating?" "are you being sarcastic?" you ask glaring, "of course I am, we're hot! we look good together.. so it only makes sense." he nudges you with his shoulder playfully, a dopey smile on his face.

"you're a idiot." "but i'm right, aren't i?" he continues and you couldn't help but giggle, "yeah, yeah you are.. I guess seeing two hotties walking around together would give anyone the wrong idea-" you relent, going along with his words, "i'm the hotter one though!" you finish, your house coming into view as yall got closer.

"you are.." he muttered under his breath mindlessly, you stopped in your tracks and stare at him in bewilderment "w-what did you say?" "Hm? what are you on about?" he mentally facepalms himself for letting that slip. "you agreed to me being the hotter one.. no funny back talk?"

"damn, my bad then.. you ugly as hell. there is that better?" he asks looking away from your shocked face, trying his best to hide the blush slowly growing on his face and ears. "your ears are red.." you teased, "s-shut up..."

he mumbled with his face in his hands.

"hmm, I don't know, but it seems to me like someone has a crush!" "yeah? and who would that be?" he shoots back, still hiding in his hands. "you obvi! I was so right about you liking meee." you mocked (though you were blushing just as hard if not more than he was,) "bro shut up, you're so annoying.. I swear.." he groans and finally looks down at you.

"good thing eunseok didn't lie." "a-about what??" he eyes you confused still blushing slightly, "about me liking you? please get with the program anton." you chuckled and rolled your eyes sarcastically.

"oh- wait WHAT!!? you like me?!" his eyes shot up to scan your face for any indication of this being a joke, but not finding any. "holy crap, i've been waiting for this day my whole life." your eyes widen before you burst into laughter, "your whole life really? please anton you're such a loser!" you couldn't stop laughing at the poor guy, anton steps forward and leans down towards you.

"hopefully your loser?" he asks expectingily, "yeah, you can be my loser.." you murmur "good-" he whispers before connecting your lips in a sweet yet despite kiss, like he'd waited his whole life to get a taste of you.

-

Bonus :D

you two are cuddled up on your couch watching your favorite movie for the ten millionth time together, "question." "Mhm?" You hum telling him to continue, "did you mean it when you said wonbin was cuter then me?" he asks like it was the most serious question know to man, looking down at you. "anton.. unsubscribe from your subscription to life."

End.

It’s lowk so bad but I’m not a writer lmao I tried my best, I hope you still like it tho 🥹 HAVE THE BESTIST DAY EVER MWAH I LOVE YOU ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡

also I was going to just send this on disc but.. I forgor there was a limit for no nitro 😬 and I did not want to spam lol

Anyway I love you always Maya!!!

[erabu-san]

I had a fremellei brainrot I need to share with someone (I WOULD JOIN THE DISCORD BUT IT WOULDN'T LET ME FOR SOME GOD FORSAKEN REASON😭)

So, I doubt Collei would be able to swim. Maybe Tighnari tried to teach her but it just didn't work out. So while visiting fontaine, she mentions this to Freminet and she talks about how she'd like to be able to dive and look at all the sea creatures and explore. And she says it with this longing in her eyes that Freminet just MELTS for. And he nervously says-

"Well....I could teach you how to swim.....if you wanted..."

(I think this would happen after Collei gets a bit more comfortable with touch)

Collei just lights up at the idea and gets really excited. Not only because she'd finally learn how to swim, but also because she would have an excuse to spend time with Freminet!!

So Freminet starts giving Collei swimming lessons, going step by step to make sure she's comfortable. I think this would also be Collei getting to see just how passionate Freminet is about diving, and that would like- make her even more attracted to the sweet boy🥺

Finally, the day comes where Collei is finally able to start diving. Freminet is with her the entire time, and makes sure nothing bad happens to her. While Freminet is keeping watch for her, Collei is just having the time of her life. Looking at all the sea creatures, getting close to them (stressing out Freminet I'm sure lol). And Freminet just looks in her eyes, seeing the wonder and curiosity she has. And just that look, makes him fall for her even harder

Eventually the pull up and take a breather. They sit near the water and talk about the experience. Collei is just talking about how she's so excited to show Cyno, Amber, and Tighnari that she can swim, and also tell them about the cool stuff she saw. And she's saying all this Freminet's looking at her with pure adoration in his eyes. Thinking about how pretty she looks when she's all excited. And at that moment, all his self consciousness just kinda goes away, and he gets lost in Collei's presence

Collei eventually realize she was rambling and gets embarrassed and apologizes. Freminet reassures her that it's okay and laughs

"....that was amazing for your first time diving Collei.."

"Ah...was it really??? I'm glad!! I felt a little nervous at first but I knew I was safe because you were with me Freminet!!"

Freminet smiles and continues to look at Collei adoringly

"....you're amazing, Collei..."

And somehow, his body acts without him thinking and he gives her a kiss on the cheek. Collei is stunned by the sudden action and just freezes in place, face flushing with red and brain just short circuiting. Freminet soon realizes what he did and just thinks "oh shit I messed up- what if she hates me now?? I should've gotten consent, did I just ruin our friendship?? oh no, oh no, oh no-"

He clears his throat and stands up, trying to compose himself, telling Collei that they should head back now before it gets dark, swiftly trying to change the subject. And Collei's mind is racing, and she feels like she should say or do something. As Freminet begins to starts walking away, she stands up and grabs him arm

"Freminet-!"

"Hm-?"

And she pulls him back a bit, and returns the kiss on the cheek. They just .....stare at each other for a little while before both clearing their throats and being like "um yeah so we should go back now"

And they are both left internally SCREAMING after that incident. And I think that would be the turning point in their relationship where they realize they both have feelings for each other.

THEY'RE SO SWEET I LOVE THEM

Wow, I typed a lot. Sorry for giving you a long ask, I just really wanted to tell someone about this and I feel like you're like the establisher of fremillei 😭<33

Love your art sm🥹 have a lovely day!!

OMG I AM BLUSHING THEY ARE SOSOSOSOSO CUTE 😭😭😭😭😭 THOSE SILLIES I--- *PUNCH THE WALL* I am normal

HAHAHAHA yeah I love how my blog become a Fremillei Confession or what, But !! I love to read everything concerning Fremillei feel free to share more ! Have a lovely day too ! Thank you so much 🥹🫶

Here the link ! Hope it works ! https://discord.gg/qDe2m9bVus

[dearweirdme]

I’ve been spending some time during the past couple of days reading jikookers’ opinions about the sudden appearance of taehyung in the AYS on tumblr blogs (No TW & IG since I care about my mental health), and I can confidently say that to some considerable extent, they’re angry at hybe for hiding taehyung and the marketing of the show and their subverted expectations.

I love them all, All 7 equally (Ok maybe Hobi more than others…I’m not gonna lie😅). I’m not happy seeing any of this happening and I’m not enjoying and feeling smug because of any of this because the toxicity’s level 📈 and I don’t feel safe anywhere around the fandom at moments like this (It literally feels like a apocalypse out there I guess, based on my previous experiences) especially in the midst of Yoongi’s DIU’s controversy which is still going on. (God why is it getting worse every day?🤦🏻)

All I can think about, is how whiny and spoiled jikookers are and how strong and perseverant we, as taekookers, have been over the years. We’ve literally been to hell and back and we’re awaiting an unknown future.

Thank you in advance for listening to my intimate thoughts, Rain.

Hi anon!

It is such a weird thing to be mad about. Only two weeks ago, I was still getting secret jkk asks telling me this travel show was planned by Jk and Jm, and that it wasn't fanservice or company content, but it was something they wanted to do...

And now they are mad because Jk and Jm's plans involved Tae? I mean, I always thought this was content they made for army, I still think that now Tae is also in it. Doesn't mean all three didn't love this opportunity. But it's crazy to get mad because the content you are getting isn't the content you though you were getting when the content you thought you were getting was a honeymoon kinda trip of a non-existing couple (wow..that's a lot of words).

I am staying far away from twitter, and I haven't visited Jkk side for months now (sadly they still come here... but I'm blocking so many of them I can't even read certain replies in other's blogs 😂). I have seen the mayhem from a distance though.. it is a messed up time right now. I'm just hoping members are alright and don't actually witness much of what army is saying.

Hobi is almost back anon!!!! Almost!!

[jmdbjk]

BTS: Beyond the Story

These are just my personal thoughts and opinions after finishing the book. I don't quote the book in this blog post. I don't talk about specific topics so I don't really give any spoilers. But I do talk about my thoughts on what I've read. If you don’t want to know ANYTHING about the book, keep scrolling.

My overall impression: Wow. Amazing.

I have learned so much. If you've been with me a while on this blog, you may already know that my BTS journey began right before the release of Map of the Soul:7.

My journey could be described as: if you will, visualize opening a Google map and dragging that little Street View dude/dudette to the middle of a huge city and dropping him/her/them there and then just moving along in street view as you explore. I was that little guy going this way and that trying to consume BTS content and trying to make sense of it all but I was zig zagging backwards and forwards in time with no view from above to see where I was going or where I had been. I'd watch something that would lead me this way and then the next thing I watched would propel me back in time and then I'd have to stop and watch the current Run BTS (show) as it dropped and I was ALL. OVER. THE. PLACE. consuming content back and forth chronologically and it was difficult to put it all in order because there is so much content available on so many different platforms.

But this book lays it out all nice in a straight line with the visual, musical and information references to go with everything. I LOVE IT! I feel like I graduated from Bangtan Academy with an undergrad degree in BTSology.

And now in their own words I have a much better understanding of their process as they worked on specific albums and songs, what their motivations, fears, happiness and goals were. And what the songs, albums and concepts were about, what the lyrics meant to them.

My personal takeaways:

• The members struggled with imposter syndrome as they experienced success and the more popular they became. A lot of times they were unsure if they deserved the success they were achieving. Each success made them work hard for the next goal but the sudden overwhelming global recognition was hard to handle.

• They consider this their job. They understand its a business that exists to make money. And most of the time, they love this job. And they work very hard at it.

• At the same time, they also define themselves strongly as members of BTS. They are a team who know each others strengths and weaknesses.

• Their bond with each other is rare in the entertainment world.

• They each describe themselves very clearly.

• I am seeing JM and JK in a new light here. Jimin and Jungkook's words and thoughts impressed me. Their poise and awareness and eloquence even when they were explaining how they were struggling and wondering if what they were doing was right and going to work. Their determination can be felt in their words as they explain how they wondered if they would make it, and once they did, how would they survive the pressure. Jimin was always tuned in emotionally to what was going on.

• Jungkook is wise beyond his years. His baby image is not real. Many are not giving him the credit he deserves when it comes to knowing what he’s doing. He grew up fast in a world we know nothing about because we don't live in it.

• The fact that Jimin and Jungkook's trip to Tokyo has its own section under the title "Real" Love is mind blowing.

• The relationship of the group and the company working together to make it all happen was one of the reasons they made it. Their mentor Bang Si-Hyuk, nurtured their art and pushed them until they soared. And every one of them speaks highly of Bang PD.

• The haters, the amount of hate and the types of hate aimed at them was unbelievable. I always thought there was a little exaggeration in regards to that but no. Some form of hate/backlash/bullying/efforts to discredit them, was there from the beginning, from all sides. It is a fucking miracle they are still with us. I am in awe of their ability to walk through that fire.

• I feel like my habit of looking at the "big picture" gained a wider scope into their world.

I will re-read and refer to some of my favorite content not included in the QR codes in the book so I can see if what I know now changes how I feel. Hopefully I will come away with a post-grad degree in BTSology after that.

The vernacular in translating Korean to English is not a smooth word for word translation so I think some of the passion and emotion in what the members were trying to convey does not easily come across with as much emphasis as it probably was said during their interviews but it does not diminish the meaning of what they said. When I re-read I am going to really concentrate on hearing their own voices as I read the member's words again.

The only real issue I had and it is very minor: the method of using italicized all-caps for the lengthy album titles became burdensome to read. THE MOST BEAUTIFUL MOMENT IN LIFE: PT. 1; THE MOST BEAUTIFUL MOMENT IN LIFE: PT. 2 and THE MOST BEAUTIFUL MOMENT IN LIFE: YOUNG FOREVER were a lot for my eyeballs and brain to handle when they were repeated again and again in paragraph after paragraph.

[silken-threads-bah]

Hello! We'd like to request a headmate to be an in-person socializer for us!

The following are the most important traits: -Likes going to concerts and karaoke, especially if the goth, new wave, or heavy metal genres are involved (this is what a lot of our in-person social life revolves around) -Has a standard American accent (we're American but we often split alters with accents from other places and people in person frequently ask us where we're from and we'd rather they didn't JSDIOFGJSD) -Uses all pronouns, is asexual, and presents masculine but wears makeup (feel free to make the specifics of their identity whatever you want, as well as giving them preferred pronouns, especially neopronouns for use with our online friends) -Identifies with the body's age of 30 and ages with the body

The following are optional but appreciated: -Non-human in some way (species we get a lot include angels, demons, aliens, void entities (eldritch creatures comparable to both angels and demons and associated with creation and/or destruction), anthro animals, and asexual incubi/succubi/concubi* who prefer kink to sex) -Likes learning about different cultures/countries (especially France, Mexico, and Germany) and likes cooking the food and learning the languages. (We are bodily of French, Mexican, and German descent so if it's possible to include that they are too in some way, we would appreciate that.) -Has some kind of manager/responsible role, especially concerning managing finances, making appointments and phone calls, running our Etsy store (e.g. making the crafts, going to the post office to mail them, etc.), and/or managing our substance use*.

*Please disregard references to adult themes if you are a minor or if you aren't comfortable with them! I am an adult and the phrasing of one of your pages on this blog gives me the impression that you are too, but I could be mistaken, and I understand if you do not want to put those things on the template even if you are an adult.

I would like it to be one of the longer templates.

Thank you in advance for your time! ^_^

(Also, as per your rules and for the sake of transparency, we're letting you know we MIGHT submit this request or a similar one to another build-a-headmate blog at some point later, but this isn't a mass request and right now you're the only blog who has this request.)

Thank you so much for all of those details, wow!!! Sorry it took so long btw, we wanted to make sure we got enough detail in it since you went so in depth in your request! I hope this is okay, I went with the longer template since you gave so many specifics! - Eden

Name: phantom, wraith, ambrose, dorian, kieran

Age: 30, ages with the body

Pronouns: all pronouns, hy/shx/xey/fang are preferred though (could also use shade/shades, voi/voids, fog/fogs, ny/nycts/nycto/nyctoself,

Gender: pangender, masc presenting, sanctudark, gothcoric, moricrow

Orientation: asexual, loves to flirt though

Source: n/a

Roles: in-person socializer, manager, nummica, forportian

Personality: extroverted: loves to be in loud and chaotic places while surrounded by other people. responsible: takes charge of tasks that others find boring, tedious, or overwhelming because shx doesn't mind doing them. creative: xey love working with xeir hands and creating new things, hy will frequently front just to write down or work on creative projects for fun. Fang also fronts to fulfill orders and ensure the etsy shop is being kept under control. Xey're basically the type of person that does the things others don't really want to do because hy likes looking out for them. Like the friend that can't typically order unless they're with someone that hates ordering more than they do, then all of a sudden they're able to. Except hy doesn't mind being responsible.

Likes/interests: going to concerts and karaoke, goth music and the subculture in general, loves to learn about different cultures (hy likes learning about german culture the most because shx loves the sound of the language), the color black, the phases of the moon (hy keeps track of when the next full moon will be), watching the stars, the nighttime in general, going out with friends, when hy makes a to-do list and then manages to get all of the tasks crossed off, makeup and skincare, discussing and engaging in kinks

Dislikes: people who overreact over nothing just for attention, flashing lights, when hy can't get hxr eyeliner to be symmetrical, seagulls (one pooped on hymn once and now hy can never trust them again), squeaky chairs, stairs, walking long distances (unless it's at night, then fang enjoys it)

Kins: fallen angel kin

Other/extra info: hxr ears twitch when shx's mad or excited, fang has knocked things over with xeir tail multiple times and sometimes claims it's difficult to walk while fronting because xey aren't used to walking without a tail. Has an American accent but will talk in an exaggerated German accent for fun sometimes and likes to mimic other people's accents in the system to tease them.

Species: incubus

Faceclaim:

[animeprincessforever]

Chuuya X Reader

Snow White Story

(Whole Collection!!! No Chapters Cause I’m Lazy)

What you wear

(www.deviantart.com/annetheartist/art/Cinderella-Raggy-Dress-331978122)

YOUR POV:  

I am (Y/n) and I live in a small kingdom called Suribachi City. My step mother Isabella who is now the queen after my father passed away. My step mother maid me do chores but it never bothered me. One day I was out and doves came flying towards me as I sang into the wishing well. “I’m wishing (I’m wishing) for the one I love. To find me (to find me) today (today)” as I was distracted singing a man appeared next to me and grabbed my hand and started to sing with me till I jumped and ran into the castle. I looked how from the balcony and the man took his hat off and bowed and said “my name is Chuuya Nakahara” I was gonna tell him my name till I heard my name being called out in a angry tone by my step mother. I bowed and said “I got to go sorry.” I ran to my step mother and she said “you brat! I hate you! Go to your room you are not allowed to eat!” I sighed and went to my room. 

Your room:

(aminoapps.com/c/diaboliklover666/page/chat-thread/deg-kou-mukamis-bedroom-deg/q3lB_n2tKsj3DklZMQoX4E42mqgrxz7GE)

 ‘Here I go again I guess I’ll read’ I thought. I lied down and started to read as I slowly drifted to sleep. 

Isabella Pov:

“UGH I HATE THAT BRAT!” She screamed then looked at the mirror and said “Mirror Mirror On The Wall Who Is The Fairest Of Then All!” The mirror said “(Y/n)” “WHAT?!?!” Isabella was hysterical “HOW IS SHE? THAT FILTH!” The mirror interrupted and said “a maiden of natural beauty, fairness, love, caring, and affectionate. Thats what makes one the most fairest of them all.” ‘I have to get rid of her��� I thought.

Isabella POV: 

I decided to summon the number one hit man to kill that girl. Surely once she is gone I will be the fairest of them all just as god attended.

Your POV: 

I was singing with a beautiful baby blue bird and helped him go to his nest. All the sudden I turned around and saw a man with a knife. I screamed and fell to the ground and closed my eyes. The man looked at me and said “I’m sorry. I can’t kill you. The queen wants you dead. GO! RUN! And DO NOT look back!” I ran as fast as I could and started to cry as I went deep into the forest. However I got lost in a scary place. I screamed as I saw what appeared to be alligators, demons, and snakes. I collapsed and sobbed till I heard the sound of birds and I looked around. There were birds, bunnies, deer, squirrels, and a turtle. I smiled and sniffled and said “oh. It’s just you guys” I sighed. “Where am I going to go now?” The birds chirped and the animals guided me to a cottage.

The cottage:

(www.arts.gov/stories/blog/2017/cottage-ones-own)

“Wow, this place is a mess. I should clean up. Maybe if I do they’ll let me stay!” I said as I looked around and the animals looked at me and then I said “well let’s get cleaning!”

Your POV:

I just finished cleaning and yawned ‘I need to get some rest’ I thought so I went up to the room and lied down and fell asleep.

-MEANWHILE AT THE MINESHAFT-

7 people working by the names of 

Kenji Miyazawa, Doppo Kunikida, Ryūnosuke Akutagawa, Ranpo Edogawa, Gin Akutagawa, Atsushi Nakajima, and Dazai Osamu. As they finished up humming a tune Dazai locked up. “Ugh why can’t I die by suicide with a beautiful woman” “UGH. Enough with that” Kunikida replied. Ranpo said “let’s just go home I’m tired and hungry.

-BACK TO YOU-

I was fast asleep till memories came flooding back from when I was a little girl. My mother passed away having me. My father raised me till I was 4. He met that women Isabella. She seemed nice at first. We’d play hide n seek, tag, dolls, and sing. At the age of 15 my father took ill and passed away leaving me with my step mother. That’s when things changed. She started to abuse me mentally and physically. Called me filth, garbage, and a waste of space. But I didn’t let it bring me down I was still a princess. Even though she moved me down to a servant I didn’t let it get to me. Cleaning was relaxing and fun to me. I’ll sing and clean. It was my therapy.

-BACK TO THE MINORS-

As they approached the house Gin gasped and said “someone’s been in the house the door is unlocked and the house is clean.” Kenji said “Oh but the house is nice and shiny now!” Ryūnosuke said “idiot that person or thing could still be here.” Atsushi said “don’t be mean! But someone should check the bedrooms” everyone looked at Dazai and Dazai says “why is everyone looking at me?!?!” Kunikida said “your the suicidal maniac so it makes since that you do it.” Dazai said “fine.” And with that being said and done Dazai made his way to the room.

DAZAI’S POV:

I made my way up the stairs. ‘’Maybe today will be the day I die’ I thought. As I opened the door I saw a woman. ‘She is Beautiful! Perhaps she is destined to do a double suicide and be my love’ I thought.

BACK TO YOUR POV:

I woke up and saw a man wrapped in bandages and a smirk on his face. I quickly got up and bowed “I’m so sorry to intrude!” The man looked at me and grabbed my hands and said “my lady you’re so beautiful! Perhaps you’d like to be my love and com-“ 5 more men and a young woman came up the stairs. And one with glasses interrupted and said “Dazai leave this young lady alone.” Then a boy with blonde hair walked up to me with blue overalls and said “wow you’re so pretty!” I stuttered and thanked him. I quickly said “I am so sorry to intruded on all of you. My name is (Y/n). You see some man was going to kill me and told me to run away from my home. I’m so sorry.” Then they introduced theirselves and the one called Atsushi said “she should stay! After all she has no were to go.” The man named Ryūnosuke said “we don’t even know this woman and yet we are going to let her move in with us?” Then Gin said “she cleaned the cottage for us and made everything look shiny. I think we should let her stay!” Dazai, Kenji, Kunikida, Randpo, Atsushi, and Gin said they were all in agreement much to Ryūnosuke’s dismay. “REALLY?!?! Oh my gosh thank you all so much! I promise to cook for all of you everyday and clean the cottage as some sort of payment!” 

The boy named Dazai looked at me and grabbed my hands.

like this : shipping.fandom.com/wiki/Category:Dazai_x_Waitress

And said “so let me continue my question! Would yo-“ he was interrupted by Kunikida who grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and said “ENOUGH WITH THE SUICIDE!” I giggled and said “I’m flattered but I think I’ll take a pass because I believe I already have that special someone that came from a wish. Unfortunately I don’t think I’ll ever see him again.” Dazai looked at me and said “you have me I’m always here!” I giggled and said “thank you that is super kind of you!” Kunikida said “I’ll prepare a bed for you so you won’t sleep on the floor.” I quickly replied “it’s okay no need to go through all the trouble I’m fine with the floor!” Kenji looked at me with sparkling eyes and said “nonsense you’re a guest!” Dazai smirked and said “she can sleep in my bed~”  Kunikida snapped and said “ENOUGH!” I giggled as I got ready to go bed with the 7 nice people I now live with. I went on the couch and fell asleep. ‘I think I’ll like it here. But that man with ginger hair and a fedora I couldn’t help but fall in love with him’ I though as I slowly drifted into deep sleep.

ISABELLA’S POV:

At last that brat is out of the way. I laughed as I walked to my mirror. “Mirror mirror mirror on the wall, who is the fairest of them all?” The mirror looked at me and said “(Y/n)” “WHAT?!?! that little brat was supposed to be dead! Where is she?!?!” The mirror said “she is deep in the forest in a cottage with 6 men and a woman.” I looked at the mirror and snarled “so the hit man failed? Hm. I guess I’m going to have to take care of things myself!” I rushed down into my office and decided to get ‘THE BOOK’ that’s what I need! ‘THE BOOK’ has a list of magical dark spells. Perhaps I should make little miss perfect a visit and give her a deadly surprise! I started to laugh hysterically. “THE BRAT WILL SURELY NOT SEE WHATS COMING!” 

I ushered to the potions and made one to change the way I looked and I mad a special candy apple just for her. However my spell turned me into a wretched old woman. “Ugh! The price I have to pay to get rid of one annoying brat!” I got ready and decided to make my way over to that little brat”

YOUR POV:

I was singing while all the minors were at the mine shaft. “Whistle while you work doo doo doo doo doo doo.” I sung as I cleaned. Till I heard a knock at the door. ‘I wonder who that could be?’ I wondered as I went to the door and opened it. There stood a little old woman. “Hello dear would you like a candy apple?” She said. I looked at her and smiled. “How sweet. Thank you so much. How much do you need for it?” The little old woman said “it’s for free my dear. All hand made and made with love from just an old lady such as myself doing a good deed.” She smiled and I gave her one back. “Thank you!” When I was about to close the door she said “wait! Eat it!” “I don’t wanna spill my dinner” I replied. “Please give it a try I want to know what you think.” She said I smiled and took a bite. When I took a bite of the candy apple I felt weird. I looked at the woman and she started to laugh as things went black for me. 

Isabella’s POV:

At last she is gone! I am finally free! I am the fairest of them all! No one will ever get in my way.

No Ones POV:

When the minors got home they saw. (Y/n) on the ground. Kenji  said “OH MY!” Gin looked around and said “what do you guys think happened?” Ryūnosuke looked and saw the candy apple. He then said “poison.” Atsushi said “what do you mean?” Ryūnosuke said “simple it’s discolored where it was bitten into. There for there is a type of poison in their.” Kunikida said “I’ll run some tests on it to see where it came from.” Dazai sighed and picked (Y/n) bridal style in his arms while Randpo got a bed ready and Dazai lied her down. However as they were trying to ponder what happened they heard a noise. Gin jumped and put a knife to the woman’s throat. It was Isabella. She said “what do you think you’re doing? I am the queen! Just trying to take a walk!” Dazai chuckled and said “your the queen? I thought queens are supposed to be pretty not old brods.” Randpo said “you did it.” Everyone looked at him. Kunikida said “are you sure?” Randpo fixed his glasses and said “you should know by now. I am never wrong. Besides it’s obvious she was jealous of (Y/n) beauty. There for she thinks if she gets her out of the way she’ll be the prettiest one in the kingdom.” Isabella pushed Gin and said “FOOLS!” As she lunged at them a huge fight broke out as everyone started using their abilities Isabella made a ran for it and went deeper into the forest however as she ran Kenji ripped a tree out and said “sorry! But this is gonna hurt!” He threw the tree as it knocked her off balance as she tumbled of a cliff. They all looked down and saw the witches dead body. 

As they all went back to the cottage they made a nice coffin with flowers for (Y/n) Dazai layed her body in as tears hit everyone.

(What you and coffin looked like: www.redbubble.com/i/magnet/Old-Anime-Coffin-Dead-Girl-Flowers-by-LowBrowContent/105800425.TBCTK)

However Randpo was unfazed. “True love” he mumbled. Atsushi said “huh?” Randpo said “she mentioned there was a man she was falling for I feel  it’s the guy that takes a ride every week around the forest.” Dazai said “WHAT?!?! HIM?!?! But he is so short.” Kunikida said “Dazai enough! We should try it perhaps Randpo is right maybe true love is all she needs.” Gin said “ I know his route. I’ll go look for him.” Ryūnosuke said “I’ll go to just in case.” As the Aktagawa siblings looked for the man everyone else was setting flowers around (Y/n) with tears. Within a few minutes Gin and Ryūnosuke rushed with him.  Chuuya said “what’s with all t-“ he stopped as he saw her. The girl he fell in love with by first glance. He walked up to (Y/n) and said “it’s a shame I saw a future with you.” He bent down and gave (Y/n) a kiss on the lips.

YOUR POV:

Everything was black till I felt soft lifts on mine. So smooth and gentle. I opened my eyes and saw him. The man I met on that day. I smiled and he starred at me. “My name is (Y/n)” I said. He looked at me and said “Prince Chuuya of Yokohama.” With all that being said Chuuya picked me up and carried me away as I giggled. And we went off away as I said my goodbyes and blew kisses and thanked everyone.

Gin smiled and said “this is so sweet!”

Randpo said “glad she is alive and happier now.”

Dazai said “NO! Why him? He so short! I could of made (Y/n) happier”

Kunikida said “drop it Dazai. It was not gonna happen between you too.”

Atsushi said “I’ll miss her.”

Ryūnosuke mumbled “I hope she visits.”

Kenji said “OH! Someone got on Ryūnosuke’s good side!” 

Ryūnosuke said “shut up.”

The End Chuuya and (Y/n) lived happily ever after

[bambinotattoo]

Erica’s Diaper Plan

Chapter 3

(4 years ago)

(“Okay, you stinky little girl…hop up on your changing table…let’s get saggy Pamper off you”.

“Okiee”

Erica did what she was told and lay there still sucking her thumb as her mother removed her soiled diaper and began to clean her off.

“WOW, kinda surprised you’re not begging for another diaper Erica…I guess pigs are growing wings!!” As she buried her mouth into Erica’s stomach making loud snorty raspberries making Erica laugh hysterically.

“It’s a school day mom!” She said as if that would matter to herself.

“Oh okay, so…diapers always except…when you might get embarrassed and made fun of…I see”. Lmfao

“Yup”

Karen finished cleaning up Erica and helped her off the table. Something about the instant realization of not wanting to get made fun of gave Karen an idea to start the process of getting her daughter away from diapers.

::present day::

The morning came as is does everyday, Thursday morning. Three days til the start of high school.

Erica awoke in a soggy goodnight, and before she could collect her thoughts, her sheets were again wet. She tried to remember if she woke up and peed on purpose to move along her plan…but she didn’t. She got nervous really quick and began to breathe erratically all of a sudden, more tears and a wave of hyperventilation. It was loud enough for her mother to hear and come running.

“Erica, are you alright?” I made strike three I mad strike three. I made sstr 3” her voices cracked and tailed off

“Strike three, what? Oh, shit, Erica, honey. Strike three doesn’t count with a wet bed, okay. Calm down sweetheart. It’s okay” her mom said with a twitch of nerves.

Erica calmed down and let her mom help change out of her wet pajamas, soggy goodnight, and strip the sheets again.

“I am starting to agree with you…these goodnights aren’t gonna cut it anymore.” Karen said with a glance at her daughter to see the reaction.

“Maybe you should have adult diapers, atleast there won’t be as much laundry!” Still examining her daughter for a reaction.

“Weally?” In a babish tone creeped out of Erica.

“We’ll see sweetie”. Karen now determined to figure out the angles.

“What are the plans today, kiddo? Her father rang from the breakfast nook.

“Um, I think Sara Beth and me are gonna walk to the park and organize our binders per subject.” Erica said as if these were the most important happenings of planet earth on this Thursday.

“Sounds intense, I hope it all works out for you”. Her father said cackling as he finished his coffee and gathered his work things.

Karen and Erica said goodbye and started getting their day together. Erica was out the door maybe 10 minutes after her dad and heading to Sara Beth’s. Karen, couldn’t shake a feeling that something else was going on with Erica. So while her daughter was out…she was going to be playing detective!

Erica and SB had their things and began the peaceful walk to the park where they loved to sit and do homework, gossip, and all the teenager girl things. As they were walking, Erica said she needed to tell SB something:

“I had another accident last night”

“You didn’t?!?”

“I did”

“Is everything okay?”

“I don’t know SB, my mom said I have two strikes, whatever that means.”

“Sounds like you better not get another strike is what that means Erica”

“True dat, true dat”

“Um Erica?

“Yea, what’s up?

“Are these accidents related to all that stuff you’ve been reading, and the blogs about getting put back into diapers? And those hypnosis things you’ve been pumping into your brain subconsciously on repeat for months? You have to wonder, don’t you?”

There was a long pause, “how did you know about the hypnosis stuff? I didn’t tell anyone that?”

“You didn’t, but our Spotify accounts are linked, and I se everything you listen too”

Erica stopped walking, and started to look pale “Maybe, I thought they were a gimic, maybe there’s something to it.”

“Well, when you listen to like 1000hrs of them, maybe they take hold”

Erica’s thoughts a blur, the two found their favorite spot and settled in.

Back at The white home, Karen was on a mission. She had almost always given Erica her privacy, and prided herself on not being like her own mother. But, she had to see what her daughter was doing.

She went into Erica’s room and logged into her cpu.

Karen sat in awe, the first screen that pops up is a blog site, and all the information and contributors she follows and interacts with are about how to get my parents to put me back into full time diapers, and change and baby me. Post after post of idea sharing and posting about how to wet the bed, and then your pants, etc. to make it look like something out of your control.

Karen sat there stunned. All the opened windows and links. Pictures of what look like big baby diapers, which she learns are ABDL diapers. “What is ABDL” Adult baby diaper lover! She wants to be sick.

She then notices all the messages from several of the contributors coaching her directly on how to weaken her bladder and wet her pants. She is fuming, closes all the tabs and collects her thoughts. As the last windows close, an open app appears. It’s Spotify, and it begins auto play.

“Slow rhythmic nursery rhythm type sounds start coming from the speakers. Louder and louder, as then a sexy woman’s voice begins…hello baby, we’re not gonna hold anything in, we’re gonna relax and let go. Fully let it go”

Karen finally gives attention to the title and the straw that broke the camels back. “Fucking un potty training hypnosis”. That’s it.

Back the park, the two girls are grooving away when a voice from behind them starts getting louder:

“Hey, it’s the piss puddle Erica, pants wetter white”. Big laugher erupts

“Erica starting to shake, turns around to see Josh, Billy, and Paul. They were the bullies of the neighborhood, and if her grade.

“Try not to wet your pants today Baby Erica!” Again laughter

“You made your point numbnuts” Sara Beth comes to her embarrassingly mute friends defense.

“Don’t worry about them, their idiots, just stay calm”. SB tries to assure Erica

“I guess we’re gonna have a diaper baby in high school this year” the boys yell

SB looks at Erica and tells her to pack up and let’s head out of here. Erica still too shaken up to move, starts to bury her head and weap.

“Awww, is the baby crying? lol. Maybe you need you diaper changed baby”

SB picks up a rock and hurls it at the boys, winging one of them and causing the others to head with caution.

“Hey, Erica, pull it together for me…let’s go”

“Sara…”

“Yea, what?”

“Strike three”