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GC: WH4T 1S TH1S 4BOUT YOU B31NG BL1ND? TA: i h0pe y0u d0n't find it insulting that i wanted t0 talk t0 y0u ab0ut it first. […] GC: 1 DO NOT M1ND GC: HOW D1D 1T H4PP3N? TA: it was eridan. TA: g0t me with his fucking science stick, but it's my fault, i t0tally underestimated him.
I think we all did. We knew Aspect abilities could be incredibly potent, even before god tier, but this was the first time Eridan ever used his power onscreen. We had no way to anticipate it.
Bleh. I still can't believe Eridan's the one whose Title gives him an overwhelming combat advantage. Like - did it really have to be him? We couldn't have given the death lasers to Kanaya?
GC: DO YOU KNOW 4BOUT F3F3R1? TA: yes. GC: 1M SORRY >:[ TA: me t00. TA: but it's 0k, i'm 0k with that t00. TA: it's hard t0 explain h0w i'm feeling n0w. TA: i just kn0w that she is happy and 0k right n0w. TA: just like aradia is.
Feferi's safe - relatively speaking - in the dream bubbles, and I'm pretty sure Aradia is too. If you want to reunite with your ex-girlfriend and your ex-girlfriend, I have some good news for you.
...relatively speaking.
GC: YOU 4R3 SUR3 YOUR3 OK? […] TA: i feel better than i ever have, really. TA: there is n0 m0re n0ise, i never realized h0w N0ISY it was. TA: i can finally relax, and hear my 0wn th0ughts with0ut having t0 yell them, 0r actually, just n0t have any th0ughts, that's a nice change 0f pace.
I never realized just how detrimental Sollux's abilities were. The comic never really talked about his voices, but seeing how much happier he is without them tells me everything I need to know.
Forget about the 'combat advantage' he'd otherwise represent. His psionics and the voices are a package deal, and I hope for his sake that they never come back.
TA: s0, since i guess i have t0 learn t0 be blind n0w, d0 y0u have any tisps f0r me? TA: i mean tips. TA: tips tips tips tips tips! […] GC: Y34H! 1 H4V3 PL3NTY OF T1PS GC: 1T M4Y T4K3 T1M3 THOUGH, 1T TOOK M3 PL3NTY OF T1M3 TO G3T US3D TO GC: 4LSO, 1 M4Y NOT B3 4S GOOD 4 T34CH3R 4S 1 H4D, S1NC3 1 4M NOT 4 M4G1C4L DR4GON >:[ TA: that's 0k, i'm happy t0 learn fr0m y0u just being y0u.
He's so much more at peace now. It's honestly kind of amazing to see, and I'm surprised the solution was relatively straightforward.
If Alternia was a functioning society, would Sollux have been able to access medication to suppress his psionics? They can clearly be taken out by a good blow to the head, but I'm sure there's a less damaging way to do it.
Also: is Sollux the only psionic troll who'd be happier without his powers? Are Vriska, Tavros and Aradia also hurting, in ways we can't see?
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Review - Aladdin 3477- I: The Jinn of Wisdom (2025)
Former Lucasfilm concept artist turned filmmaker Matt Busch has given us Aladdin 3477- I: The Jinn of Wisdom, the first in a trilogy of films that set the story in a dystopian future where technology and magic coexist.
https://www.voicesfromthebalcony.com/2025/01/06/aladdin-3477-i-the-jinn-of-wisdom-2025-review/
#aladdin 3477- I: the jinn of wisdom#movie review#voices from the balcony#science fiction#action film#fantasy
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#art#paintings#museum#art pieces#tumblr art#Is there a gothic party here? My tribute to Grant Wood#Oil on a canvas panel 12''x16'' [2608 × 3477]
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#Aladdin 3477-1: The Jinn of Wisdom#Aladddin#Eric Steele#Erik Steele#Lin Zy#movies#film#movie#movie review#film review#movie critic#film critic#film criticism#movie criticism#Matt Busch
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A little quick drawing of Lochan from the upcoming film "Aladdin 3477" in my chibi atyle.
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credit card got hacked so now I have to get a new card and can no longer personally identify with the last four digits
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Sollux Captor, Terezi Pyrope
Act 5, page 3476-3478
twinArmageddons [TA] began trolling gallowsCalibrator [GC]
TA: terezi?
GC: F1N4LLY!!!
GC: 1 W4S ST4RT1NG TO TH1NK 1 W4S TH3 L4ST ON3 OF US 4L1V3
GC: H4V3 YOU S33N K4RK4T?
TA: n0.
TA: but i've sure as hell heard him.
GC: WH4T DO3S TH4T M34N??
GC: 4ND WHY 4R3 YOU TYP1NG L1K3 TH1S, 1TS V3RY ODD >:?
TA: it means that i'm blind n0w.
TA: and i guess i talk like this cause...
TA: kk kn0cked 0ut all my teeth like s0me kind of grubfisted d0uche.
TA: eheheh, n0w he's flipping 0ut.
GC: 1'M R3L13V3D YOU 4ND H3 4R3 OK
GC: 1 W4S G3TT1NG SO WORR13D, H3 WOULDN'T 4NSW3R
TA: seems like he wants t0 talk t0 y0u.
TA: but i was h0ping t0 talk with y0u a bit first, h0pe y0u d0n't mind.
TA: i mean, i kn0w he minds, but he can sm00ch my bl00dy, gummy m0uth right 0n the lisp f0r all i care.
TA: i mean lips! that's what i mean t0 say, n0w that i can.
TA: lips, lips, lipsssss. w0w, it feels s0 great t0 say that w0rd!
GC: H3H3H3 >:]
GC: OK SOLLUX, W3 C4N T4LK
GC: WH4T 1S TH1S 4BOUT YOU B31NG BL1ND?
TA: i h0pe y0u d0n't find it insulting that i wanted t0 talk t0 y0u ab0ut it first.
TA: y0u just seemed like the right 0ne t0 talk t0 ab0ut it.
GC: 1 DO NOT M1ND
GC: HOW D1D 1T H4PP3N?
TA: it was eridan.
TA: g0t me with his fucking science stick, but it's my fault, i t0tally underestimated him.
GC: OH NO
TA: h0nestly i'm 0k with it th0ugh, i'm fine, i mean, aside fr0m the part ab0ut n0t being able t0 see g0d damn squat.
GC: SOLLUX...
GC: DO YOU KNOW 4BOUT F3F3R1?
TA: yes.
GC: 1M SORRY >:[
TA: me t00.
TA: but it's 0k, i'm 0k with that t00.
TA: it's hard t0 explain h0w i'm feeling n0w.
TA: i just kn0w that she is happy and 0k right n0w.
TA: just like aradia is.
GC: YOU 4R3 SUR3 YOUR3 OK?
TA: yeah.
TA: i feel better than i ever have, really.
TA: there is n0 m0re n0ise, i never realized h0w N0ISY it was.
TA: i can finally relax, and hear my 0wn th0ughts with0ut having t0 yell them, 0r actually, just n0t have any th0ughts, that's a nice change 0f pace.
GC: TH4TS GOOD
GC: WH4T K1ND OF NO1S3 W3R3 YOU H34R1NG
TA: v0ices.
TA: indiscriminate, indecipherable v0ices, all talking at 0nce, v0ices 0f the s00n t0 be dead.
TA: they had been getting l0uder lately, and i just figured they were all 0urs.
TA: i tuned them 0ut kind 0f like i pretty much always d0, but n0w that they're g0ne the difference is HUGE, i mean W0W.
TA: maybe since they're g0ne, it means we w0n't have t0 die anym0re?
GC: 1 HOP3 YOUR3 R1GHT
TA: s0, since i guess i have t0 learn t0 be blind n0w, d0 y0u have any tisps f0r me?
TA: i mean tips.
TA: tips tips tips tips tips!
TA: 0u0
TA: wait, n0, that s0unds stupid.
GC: H3H3
GC: Y34H! 1 H4V3 PL3NTY OF T1PS
GC: 1T M4Y T4K3 T1M3 THOUGH, 1T TOOK M3 PL3NTY OF T1M3 TO G3T US3D TO
GC: 4LSO, 1 M4Y NOT B3 4S GOOD 4 T34CH3R 4S 1 H4D, S1NC3 1 4M NOT 4 M4G1C4L DR4GON >:[
TA: that's 0k, i'm happy t0 learn fr0m y0u just being y0u.
GC: HOOR4Y!
GC: SO WH3R3 4R3 YOU GUYS?
GC: 1 SHOULD COM3 JO1N YOU, SO W3 C4N ST1CK TOG3TH3R
TA: fuck, i dunn0.
TA: i'm BLIND, remember?
GC: H4H4H4
TA: i'll ask kk.
GC: H4NG ON
TA: what?
GC: SOM3TH1NG 1S GO1NG ON
GC: 1 SM3LL SOM3TH1NG 1N H3R3
TA: what??
GC: 1T SM3LLS
GC: BR1GHT3R
TA: brighter?
TA: terezi?
TA: are y0u there?????
TA: aw shit n0...
#homestuck#sollux captor#terezi pyrope#homestuck act 5#page 3476#page 3477#page 3478#homestuck act 5 act 2
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Always back to you - Pt.6
Pairing: Minho x male!Reader
Word Count: 3477
Summary: Minho and you spend your first night together. The next morning you accompany him to pick up Minjun. Feeling like a part of their family gets easier with each day as they show you how much they love you.
Warnings/Tags: bottom!reader, top!min, smut, fluff, domestic shit, found family
A/N: We've unofficially reached the end but please, if there's anything you'd like me to write for this story please let me know! Little Minjun has grown close to my heart🖤 So if you'd be interested in anything even a little further in their life (first day at school, first visit at Minho's parents', bits of Chanlix being Minjun's uncles, more Min x Ynnie bits etc.) please let me know in the comments or send in an ask🖤🖤
PART FIVE
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Minho’s touch is skilled, a perfect blend of tender and assured, driven by his desire to bring you comfort and pleasure. His eyes never leave yours, seeking confirmation and encouragement, his own desire mirrored in the deepening blush of your cheeks.
“Is this okay?” he murmurs, his voice rough with emotion. His fingertips trace patterns along the waistband of your trousers that leave you breathless.
“More than okay,” you manage to reply, your voice a whisper caught between sighs. The room fills with the sound of your intertwined breaths, a testament to the closeness that both of you cherish.
Minho’s movements become more purposeful. His free hand cradles your face, his thumb caressing your jawline as he watches the effects of his actions reflected in your expressions. The world narrows down to the shifting shadows cast by the dim light, the soft bedding beneath you, and the man who has come to mean so much. He has barely touched you, and you’re already melting into a puddle. How the hell would you survive this?
Your clothes slowly meet the floor, and your breath hitches at the sight of him in only his boxers. You've seen him changing clothes often before but not like this, not with the promise of so much more.
As Minho’s touch becomes a dance of desire and adoration, his lips press tender kisses across the expanse of your bare shoulder, moving slowly with a deliberate tenderness that sends shivers cascading down your spine. Each kiss is a note played on the very strings of your soul, coaxing a harmonious melody that resonates with the heat building within the depths of your being.
"Is this okay?" he whispers again, his breath warm against the curve of your neck, his voice roughened with the weight of his need yet threaded with an underlying current of concern for your comfort. You nod, incapable of forming words, your heart pounding a fierce rhythm against your ribs. His lips trail higher, exploring the line of your jaw before capturing your mouth in a kiss filled with promises and whispers of the night yet to unfold.
Encouraged by your response, Minho's hands become more assured, mapping the contours of your body with a reverence that speaks of deep-seated desire tinged with awe. His fingertips glide over your skin, tracing the rise and fall of each breath, the soft valleys, and the delicate peaks, learning the texture and warmth of you. Each touch is a word in the language only the two of you speak, a language of sighs, touches, and looks that bind and weave your desires together.
His gaze never strays from yours, dark eyes locked onto the expressions flitting across your face. He reads each one, seeking affirmation and delving deeper into the shared pool of rising passion. The air between you thickens with unsaid words and the tangible presence of your mutual longing. Every caress, every kiss, is a step deeper into the realm where only you and Minho exist, suspended in a cocoon of warmth and soft light.
"You're beautiful," he murmurs, voice laden with emotion, as his hands wander with more purpose, his touch sparking fires along paths previously untouched. The room fades away, the world beyond the soft, dim confines of your shared space ceasing to exist. There's only the feel of his skin against yours, the taste of his kisses, and the sound of your combined breaths, a symphony of intimate connection.
Minho’s movements grow more confident, each touch and kiss a stroke of artistry from a lover skilled in the nuances of pleasure. His lips worship your skin, setting every nerve alight with anticipation and yearning for the crescendo you both know is yet to come.
With each moment, you guide his hands, showing him the places where your body sings at the slightest touch, instructing him through whispered breaths and gentle nudges. He kisses you deeply as he pours some lube into his hand, reaching down between your bodies and letting you guide him. You bite your lower lip hard as his fingers trace their way down to your hole, moaning quietly as he pushes one finger inside. Minho watches your face in awe as he works you open with his fingers, slowly stretching you out for more.
“Minho,” you moan softly, biting your lower lip hard. Your voice carries a mix of need and pleasure, and he responds with a look of pure adoration. He presses a kiss to your forehead, his fingers still working with meticulous care and increasing fervor.
“You’re doing so well,” he murmurs, his voice a soothing balm to the electrifying sensations coursing through you. His praise makes your heart flutter, and you feel a surge of confidence and comfort in his touch.
His fingers continue their gentle yet insistent exploration, and you can feel the tension within you building to an almost unbearable point. The room is filled with the sounds of your mutual breaths, soft gasps, and whispered names, creating an intimate symphony that pulls you closer together.
Minho’s other hand remains on your face, his thumb brushing over your cheekbone as he leans down to kiss you again, this time with a fierceness that leaves you breathless. You arch into him, your body seeking his with an urgency that mirrors the fire in his eyes.
As he carefully adds another finger, you gasp into his mouth, the sensation a perfect blend of fullness and stretch. He takes his time, ensuring you are comfortable and well-prepared; every movement a testament to his care and dedication.
When he finally deems you ready, he withdraws his fingers slowly, leaving you with a sense of loss that is quickly replaced by anticipation. He shifts, positioning himself between your legs, his eyes never leaving yours, silently asking for permission and reassurance.
You nod, the gesture small but filled with all the trust and desire you hold for him. He smiles softly, pressing a kiss to your knee before lining himself up. The initial push is slow and steady, Minho’s face etched with concentration as he moves carefully, allowing you to adjust to the sensation.
Your hands grip his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin as you gasp at the fullness, the delicious stretch that borders on too much but never quite crosses the line. He pauses, giving you time to acclimate, his eyes searching yours for any sign of discomfort.
“You’re perfect,” he breathes, his voice barely more than a whisper. The sincerity in his words wraps around you like a warm blanket, and you relax, opening up to him even more.
With each gentle thrust, Minho pushes deeper, his movements slow and deliberate, ensuring that every moment is filled with pleasure and connection. The two of you move in harmony, a dance of bodies and hearts that transcends the physical.
As the rhythm between you builds, the intensity grows, and soon, you are both lost in a haze of pleasure, the world outside disappearing entirely. The sound of your combined moans and gasps fills the room, a symphony of shared ecstasy that binds you closer with every passing second. Minho's hands find yours, fingers intertwining, grounding you in this moment of pure connection.
His thrusts grow more confident, each one driving you higher, and you meet him with equal fervor, your bodies moving in perfect sync. The sensation of his skin against yours, the heat and friction, sends shivers down your spine, and you feel yourself drawing closer to the edge with each movement.
“Minho,” you whisper his name like a prayer, your voice laced with longing and love. He responds with a deep, soulful kiss, his lips capturing yours with a tenderness that speaks volumes. The world narrows down to this single point of connection, the ebb and flow of your bodies, the raw intensity of your shared desire.
As the pleasure builds to a crescendo, you cling to him, your nails digging into his back as you feel the wave of release approaching. He senses it too, his movements becoming more urgent, more deliberate, driving you both towards that inevitable peak.
“Let go,” he murmurs against your lips, his voice hoarse with his own need. “I’m here. Let go.”
With those words, you surrender completely, the world around you dissolving into a blinding rush of sensation as you finally tip over the edge. Your release crashes over you like a tidal wave, pulling you under, and you cry out his name, the sound echoing in the intimate space of your room.
Minho follows you into that abyss of pleasure, his own climax hitting him hard. He holds you tight, his face buried in the crook of your neck, his body shuddering with the force of his release. The two of you remain entwined, riding out the aftershocks together, your breaths mingling in the heady aftermath.
Slowly, the world begins to come back into focus, and you find yourself cradled in Minho’s arms, his body still pressed close to yours. He presses soft, lingering kisses to your forehead, your cheeks, your lips, a silent promise of love and devotion.
“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice soft and full of concern. His eyes search yours, seeking any sign of discomfort or regret.
You smile, a warm, contented feeling spreading through you. “More than okay,” you reply, your voice filled with the quiet satisfaction of having shared something profound and beautiful with him.
He smiles back, his eyes shining with love and relief. “Good,” he says, pressing another kiss to your lips. “Because I love you. So much.”
“I love you too, Minho,” you whisper, the words carrying all the depth of your feelings for him. The two of you lie there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the world outside forgotten in the glow of your shared intimacy.
In that moment, there is only you and Minho, bound together by love, trust, and the unspoken promise of many more moments like this to come.
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The next morning arrives with a soft glow filtering through the curtains, casting a warm light across the room. Minho stretches beside you, his arm instinctively reaching out to pull you closer. You both share a few moments of quiet intimacy before the responsibilities of the day pull you from the comfort of the bed.
After getting ready, you both head out to pick up Minjun from the studio. The drive is filled with soft music and easy conversation, the previous night's closeness still lingering in the air between you.
Upon arriving at the studio, you find Chan sitting on a couch with Minjun comfortably settled on his lap. Minjun is wearing a baby chicken sweater, the hood pulled up over his head, which you recognize as a gift from Felix, he showed you a few days ago. His small form is nestled against Chan, who is gently talking to him.
Minho smiles at the sight, his heart swelling with affection. He approaches quietly, not wanting to disturb the serene moment. "Morning, Channie," he greets softly, his eyes twinkling with warmth.
Chan looks up, a grin spreading across his face. "Morning, Min. Hey, Y/n," he adds, nodding towards you. Minjun's head perks up at the sound of his father's voice, and a wide smile spreads across his face.
"Daddy!" Minjun exclaims, scrambling off Chan's lap and running towards Minho. Minho crouches down, catching his son in a tight hug.
"Hey, buddy," Minho says, his voice filled with love. "Did you have a good time with Uncle Chan and Uncle Felix?"
Minjun nods enthusiastically. "Yes! We had so much fun! Look at my sweater!" He points proudly to the baby chicken sweater, the hood adorably framing his face.
Minho chuckles, ruffling Minjun's hair. "You look great, buddy. Uncle Felix has good taste."
Felix enters the room just then, carrying a tray of drinks. "Did I hear my name?" he asks with a playful smirk.
"Yeah, we were just admiring your choice in sweaters," Minho replies with a grin.
Felix laughs, setting the tray down and handing out drinks. "Well, Minjun makes everything look good."
As the adults settle into a comfortable conversation, Minjun crawls back onto Chan's lap, content to be surrounded by his family. The room is filled with warmth and laughter, a testament to the strong bonds that have formed among all of you.
After a while, Minho glances at you, his eyes softening. "Ready to head home, love?"
You nod, smiling at the sight of Minjun snuggled up with Chan. "Yeah, let's go."
Minho gently lifts Minjun from Chan's lap, the boy wrapping his arms around his father's neck. "Say bye-bye," Minho prompts.
"Bye, Uncle Chan! Bye, Uncle Felix!" Minjun says, waving happily.
"Bye, Minjun. We'll see you soon," Chan replies with a smile.
Felix ruffles Minjun's hair one last time. "Take care, little buddy."
As you walk out of the studio, Minjun babbling happily about his sleepover, you can't help but feel a deep sense of contentment. The challenges and uncertainties that once seemed so daunting now feel manageable with Minho and Minjun by your side. The morning sun shines brightly, promising a future filled with love and togetherness.
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Minho's long day at work ended as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden hue over the city. He arrived home exhausted, his shoulders sagging with the weight of the day's stress. The moment he walked through the door, his eyes lit up upon seeing you. Without a word, he dropped his bag and strode towards you, a tired but affectionate smile playing on his lips.
You opened your arms, and Minho immediately straddled your lap, his forehead pressing against yours. "Hey," he murmured, his voice heavy with fatigue. His back ached from hours of sitting and working, and you could see the weariness etched into his features.
"Hey," you replied softly, your hands automatically finding their way to his back. You started to massage his stiff muscles, your fingers kneading the knots that had formed over the course of the day. Minho let out a quiet moan, his head falling onto your shoulder as he relaxed into your touch.
"That feels so good," he whispered, his breath warm against your neck. You continued to work on his back, your movements slow and deliberate, aiming to provide as much relief as possible. The room was silent except for the soft sounds of Minho's contentment and the steady rhythm of your breathing.
Minho's body gradually became heavier against yours, and you realized he was falling asleep. His quiet moans turned into soft, rhythmic breaths as he succumbed to his exhaustion. You smiled, feeling a sense of fulfillment in being able to comfort him after his long day.
Not long after, you heard the sound of small footsteps padding across the floor. Minjun, your little boy, appeared from his room, clutching his favorite stuffed animal. His eyes widened when he saw his father asleep on your lap, and a look of curiosity crossed his face.
"Daddy's sleepy?" Minjun asked in a hushed voice, his gaze shifting from Minho to you.
"Yes, he had a long day at work," you explained softly. "Come here, sweetheart."
Minjun climbed onto the couch, nestling himself against your side. You wrapped an arm around him, pulling him close. Minho's head remained on your shoulder, his breathing even and peaceful. Minjun snuggled closer, resting his head on your chest. The three of you sat there, a picture of familial warmth and love.
Time seemed to stand still as you held both of them, your heart swelling with affection. Eventually, you knew you had to move. Gently, you shifted Minho's weight, careful not to wake him. You managed to stand up, cradling Minho in your arms. He stirred slightly, mumbling something incoherent before settling back into sleep. “Come on, buddy.”
You carried him to your bedroom, laying him down on the bed with as much care as possible. Just as you were about to step back, Minho's arms shot out, pulling you down onto the bed beside him. He was still half-asleep, but his grip was surprisingly strong.
"Stay," he murmured, his voice thick with sleep. "Need you here."
You chuckled softly, unable to resist his sleepy plea. "Alright, I'm here."
Minho's hold on you loosened slightly, but he kept you close, his body seeking the comfort of your presence even in sleep. You snuggled into him, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest against your back. His warmth enveloped you, and you felt a deep sense of contentment.
Minjun followed you into the bedroom, his small figure climbing onto the bed and curling up next to Minho. You reached out, gently running your fingers through Minjun's hair. The room was filled with the soft sounds of your family breathing in sync, a harmonious lullaby that soothed your soul.
In the quiet moments that followed, you found yourself reflecting on the journey that had brought you here. The challenges and triumphs, the moments of doubt and the unwavering love that had seen you through it all. With Minho and Minjun by your side, you felt a sense of completeness that words couldn't adequately capture.
As the night deepened, you found yourself drifting off to sleep, cocooned in the warmth of your family's embrace. Minho's soft snores, Minjun's gentle breaths, and the steady beat of your own heart formed a symphony of love and tranquility.
The next morning, you awoke to the soft light of dawn filtering through the curtains. Minho was still asleep, his face peaceful and serene. Minjun was nestled against him, their breaths synchronized in a tender display of father-son bonding.
Careful not to disturb them, you slipped out of bed and made your way to the kitchen. You began preparing breakfast, the familiar routine grounding you in the comforting rhythms of domestic life. As you cooked, you couldn't help but smile at the thought of waking up your sleepy boys with the aroma of a delicious meal.
Soon, the smell of freshly cooked pancakes filled the air, and you heard the sound of tiny feet padding towards the kitchen. Minjun appeared, his hair tousled from sleep, a sleepy smile on his face.
"Good morning, Mummy," he greeted, rubbing his eyes.
"Good morning, sweetheart," you replied giggling, bending down to kiss the top of his head. "Did you sleep well?"
Minjun nodded, his eyes brightening at the sight of the pancakes. "Pancakes!"
You chuckled, ruffling his hair. "Yes, pancakes. Go wake up Daddy, okay?"
Minjun nodded enthusiastically and ran back to the bedroom. A few moments later, you heard the sound of Minho's groggy voice and Minjun's excited chatter. Soon, they both emerged, Minho looking slightly more awake, though still adorably tousled from sleep.
"Morning," Minho mumbled, wrapping an arm around your waist and kissing your cheek.
"Morning," you replied, smiling up at him. "Breakfast is ready."
The three of you sat down at the table, the atmosphere filled with warmth and love. Minjun babbled about his dreams and his plans for the day, his excitement infectious. Minho listened with a fond smile, occasionally glancing at you with a look of deep appreciation.
As the day unfolded, you found yourself lost in the simple joys of family life. Minho's presence was a constant source of comfort, his touch and words reassuring you that you were exactly where you belonged. Minjun's laughter echoed through the house, a reminder of the innocence and pure joy that children bring.
In the evening, as the sun set and the world outside grew quiet, you found yourself once again wrapped in Minho's embrace. This time, it was you who sought his comfort, resting your head on his chest as he held you close. Minjun was already asleep in his room, his dreams guarded by the love that surrounded him.
Minho's fingers traced soothing patterns on your back, his touch a silent promise of unwavering support. "I love you," he whispered, his voice soft and filled with emotion.
"I love you too," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.
In that moment, everything felt perfect. The love you shared with Minho, the bond with Minjun, and the simple yet profound joy of being together. It was a reminder that no matter the challenges that lay ahead, you would face them together, bound by the strength of your love and the promise of a future filled with endless possibilities.
And so, as you drifted off to sleep in Minho's arms, you carried with you the knowledge that you were truly blessed. For in the quiet moments of connection, in the laughter and the tears, you had found a love that was pure and enduring. A love that would see you through all of life's twists and turns, and a love that would always bring you back home.
PART FIVE
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In response to the most recent local survey, ILGR would like to provide some quick and easy tips to coexist peacefully with our favorite little friends!
If you are still having problems after trying these solutions, or are in need of LBM containment and/or relocation, please don't hesitate to contact our specialized LBM Control & Rescue Unit at (877) 555-3477.
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Day 3477 - 28 March 2023
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Prompt #3477
"You can't keep me as a pet," the villain spat.
Their captor raised an eyebrow. "You're smart enough to know that I absolutely can. Whenever I like, for as long as I like."
"Someone will realise. Someone will come for me."
They sighed. "You're smart enough to know that's not true, either."
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