#AH MY 2MIN

[chancheols]

......Maybe I do care about photocards.

[natandacat]

Replaying pathologic 2 and i love artemy so so much.... how did they nail being mixed so hard despite all the Issues

Also he calls himself a kitten unprompted. Whats not to love!

[milkycatswithpetals]

Fem!reader!! 2min threesome, then Lix joins, oral (both recieving), piv, mxm action, cum eating, creampies, kinda sub!reader and Felix, aftercare included, reader gets called 'dirty' and 'my baby'

•••

It wasn't unusual for you to sleep with a few members at the same time. Tonight, it was Minho and Seungmin that got you whining and squirming. Seungmin kept you spread, his arm hooked under your knee. Minho's fingers were pumping into your cunt while the other boy teased your clit, making you soak the blanket underneath.

"soo wet, such a dirty girl" Seung teased, slapping your sensitive nub slightly before sucking a few bruises onto your neck.

Meanwhile, Minho withdrawed his fingers, your arousal coating them. As he spread them out, the sticky substance created a webbing, and he showed them proudly to the younger boy, as well as to you. Then he proceeded to lick his hand clean, in the filthiest way possible, making Seungmin chuckle. You whined, your gaping hole making Minho coo at you while his hand kneaded your thigh.

"seems like she wants to get filled up" he said and looked at Seung with a grin. Then Min unbuckled his pants, and sat you down on his erected cock. Your hands squeezed his shoulders as he guided your hips to grind down on him.

"do you like hyung's cock, hmm?" Seungmin teased, chuckling as he slapped your ass.

•••

Meanwhile, the squelching sounds mixed with moans drawed the attention of another member. Felix's eyes widened, but he smirked and approached the door.

•••

Minho started to thrust up into you, his panting mixing with yours. As you two were too lost in pleasure and lust, only Seungmin's eyes darted towards the opening doors that revealed Felix. Seung smirked and motioned for Lix to come in. The two younger boys were watching like hawks, while you spilled over the edge and made Minho climax as well. Your arched back caused your breasts to press against his pecs, a few last moves of your pelvis prolonged that orgasm deliciously. Min placed you flat on your back, and laid down on his side next to you, treating you to some kisses. The hot huffs of breath on your face made you oblivious to Felix's presence for some more time, untill he grasped your hand.

"sweets, can I join?"

He asked and kissed your palm. After you nodded, a bit out of your mind, he dived right between your legs. Lix flattened out his tounge, licking a long strip on your slit, moaning from the taste. "Heavenly" he murmured, causing Seungmin to nudge him playfully."Hurry up and get her cleaned, I want to fuck her too" the youngest boy smirked, tangling his hand in Felix's hair and pushing him further into your cunt. Lix whimpered softly, and then you felt his tounge prodding at your entrance. You moaned, right into Minho's mouth when his hand twisted your nipple. The boy between your legs swirled his tounge, slurped and groaned as he took what felt like every last drop of cum out of your hole. Felix placed a kiss to your clit before Seungmin pushed him out of his way. From the corner of your eye, you could see Felix giving Minho a blowjob.

"a–ah, so hungry" Min teased the younger boy, petting his head. You couldn't enjoy the show, as Seungmin shoved his dick inside.

"F–fuck, still so tight"

Seung whispered as he put you into a mating press. He was close already, frantically plowing into your tender cunt, almost in rhythm with Minho's slow rolls into Lix's mouth. Your trembling thighs were rested on Seungmin's chest, your eyes were closed trying to shut off the overwhelming sensations. his hand gripped your calf, hips hitting your ass roughly as he released himself inside. Seung leaned forward, kissing your cheek as he pulled out.

•••

All four of you were laying on the bed, soaked in various fluids, panting. Felix, being the least exhausted person, fetched some wet wipes and a bottle of water. He cooed at you, rubbing your knee.

"my baby, do you need help washing up?"

You hummed softly in agreement, and Lix could swear it was the cutest sound ever. The wipes were cold, but they felt good on your heated skin even despite giving you goosebumps. As Felix gently wiped your sensitive areas, his eyes so full of love for you even in this disheveled state. He gave you the water bottle, and went onto helping the other guys if they needed. They all praised you afterwards, and you fell asleep in a big cuddle-pile.

•••

[hearted-anon]

my fav fic of urs is def pillow fights by 2min like it’s so scrumptious and well written😝😝 but tbh i live for anything lee seungmin or minho

Mong Mong!!

Words: 1125 Note: Originally meant to be a headcanon, but...yea. T/w: None, yay Lee: Seungmin Ler: Minho

“Seungmin-ah, bark.” Minho commented dryly across the room, seemingly without intent. Seungmin sat across from him on the plush bed, raising an eyebrow at his request; a clear refusal of what he wanted, it made Minho pout in annoyance.

His eyebrows furrowed, but retained that wide smile he had whenever he was planning something devious, sending a shiver down Seungmin’s spine. He really had to tell Lee Know to stop making such weird faces, he knew it crept everyone out, well except him. The silence ensued for awhile longer, the cat growing impatient at the puppy’s denial to fulfil his much needed request. Minho didn’t like it when people denied him.

Suddenly, the bed creaked in agony as Lee Know pounced onto Seungmin, slim fingers digging into his sides gently to coax out some noise. What he didn’t expect was to hear breathy giggles that came from the younger, coming out in intervals with a wide smile that they all know and loved, who could resist tickling Seungmin with a smile like that?!

“Sta- Stahap it! Hyung!” Seungmin begged through sweet giggles, eyes crinkled in hopeless laughter as he pushed and tugged at the unrelenting fingers that wouldn’t leave him alone. It was clear the cat had finally found its newfound obsession with its discovery, if they both had tails one would definitely be wagging faster than the other. Minho was having a blast, a dimpled and happy grin on his face as he admired the growing flush on his target. Fruitlessly trying to stop the fingers, Seungmin decided to let his airy laughter fill the room, knowing he couldn’t stop it at all.

“Please worry for yourself, because I want to hear more.” Minho smiled innocently as he blunted stated his threat, making the younger shudder under him. He really thought there was a reason why Lee Know was in paboracha, at least he had one now. Spidering fingers that felt like an eternity explored the vocalist’s tiny body, wanting to find a spot that made him squeal. Using the same spot every time was boring in the dancer’s head, he wanted to find something more fun to toy with.

He had found himself zero luck, until he hit the sides of his tummy, earning a shriek that echoed throughout their bedroom; they prayed that Jeongin and Felix weren’t awoken by that. They stared at each other in a tensed silence, a reddening Seungmin locking eyes with a smirking Lee Know, a deadly combo for sure. He tapped onto the pale skin for a second or two, earning squeaks and pleads of giggles that were telling him not to do anything, too bad, Lee Know loved disobeying instructions.

“AHHHAHAHAHA! HYU- HYUNG!” There came that breathy laughter again, just in ten times the volume and higher in pitch. The older’s fingers were rapidly kneading themselves into the thin strips of skin, precise enough that it landed right onto his worst spots. It wasn’t fair how slender his fingers were, it barely took effort to tear the vocalist apart in a matter of seconds. Minho smiled happily as he noticed that the puppy also stuttered through his laughter, just like Changbin, how cute! He fondly stared down at the mess he was creating, not much caring about the amount of noise he was making.

“What? Don’t call me without a reason.” The older blankly replied, as if he wasn’t aware of what the younger wanted. Nonchalant enough, it flustered Seungmin to no end, making him kick out in hysterical laughter. He looked just like a puppy who had belly rubs, Minho could’ve sworn on his life he was going crazy from all the cuteness aggression that tugged on his heartstrings, oh poor Seungmin, he was going to be destroyed in a matter of seconds.

“STA- NOHOHOAHAHA! PLEASE- PLEAHAHAHA!” Forget asking Seungmin to bark, he would rather hear his screechy laughter all day until his ears bled. What heinous crimes did Minho commit this time you ask? Slipping his head under the vocalist’s shirt, he took a deep breath in, both to calm his quelling giggles from hearing all that contagious laughter and to blow the longest and hardest raspberry he could right on top on Seungmin’s navel. To say he went crazy was an understatement, his fluffy hair sprawled over to his ears, flopped over completely. His cheeks were burning in red, jaw open with a smile as he cackled away.

He pushed and kicked at the older’s body, and although he couldn’t see his younger’s face, Lee Know could tell that he was reaching his limits, it was a privilege to know his partner that well. He released his claws and lips off the younger, giggling mischievously as Seungmin gasped for air like he was suffocated in chains and ropes. He curled up into a tight ball, it took everything in Lee Know not to start up his antics again, he had boundaries to respect after all. Crawling over beside the tired puppy, he wiped away the tears of mirth that were threatening to fall, snuggling him close.

“Thank you for satiating my need.”

“…? Stop talking like that, I swear.”

“…will you still bark, then?” A long, long sigh was then heard across the room, before Seungmin planted his face into the pillow, completely and utterly done with Lee Know’s shenanigans for the night. He didn’t understand how Jisung put up with such a menace, but as they say peas in a pod he assumed. It wasn’t often that the reserved cat liked to show his more vulnerable side, so Seungmin was sure to take advantage of it, purposely snuggling his head into the older’s chest, bringing his arms to wrap tighter around his waist.

“You asking for a round two?” Minho chuckled softly, pressing his fingers lightly into the fleshy skin of the vocalist’s stomach, where his fingers were tightening around the tiny waist he admired dearly. Seungmin squeaked, shaking his head rapidly, but of course he knew the older didn’t mean it, it was all in their playful banter.

“Ahh..aha..ahh..” Seungmin made an overdramatised version of his airy and puffy like giggles, squirming lightly in the older’s hold. They both cuddled under the prolonged silence, Minho’s head buried into the messy hair of the younger’s, inhaling its scent as they both dozed off without fail. Although it was almost striking midnight, neither of them seemed to mind the dying fatigue they had to deal with the following morning, having been cheered right up with happy smile and loud giggles, or breathless to say.

The next morning, two very grumpy sunshines who looked like they barely slept barged into their room, and it was safe to say they were awake in no time.

[nj-inn]

*recent art of mine 🤷

how I feel when drawing with no reference (like shit)

[alea-says]

H50 season 10, episode 7 thoughts...

Well, that was a trainwreck of an episode.

Like, seriously, what were they thinking? I mean, the plots aren't always the best in H50 (I know, I love it anyway), but what were they trying to accomplish there?

First, you've got Steve heading off to do the CIA's dirty work - again. They're determined to make all the US agencies out to be complete bastards, aren't they?

Then, they say that no-one can go with him.

And there's questions about Doris' loyalty (ah, Doris, how I hate what you do to Steve).

Only to end with it not being clear what she was actually up to. Like... they're saying, hey, she planted listening devices and trackers, she was doing her job.

But when she was talking to Steve she was like, hey, I just wanted some money. But also to make my entire life worthwhile. And also, I was doing something good.

Make up your mind Doris! Did you want a payday? Or to do your job? Were you trying to do both?

Am I supposed to think Steve now blames himself for his mother's death because she was doing her job? Or am I supposed to think he's okay with his decision (not the outcome, but the decision he made) because she was aiming for a payday?

And why was Doris so certain if he didn't leave that he'd end up dead or whatever, worse, something (their less than 2min convo earlier in the ep).

And why - WHY? After Steve has taken out all 50 of the cartel people with help from Junior and their SEAL buddies, are you standing there arguing with Steve and refusing to say where the cartel lady is? Huh?

Because seriously? It's not like she's a civilian - she's smart enough to know that things be serious now. Does Steve get his control issues from her? (other than the fact his trauma, which she definitely gives him, feeds his need for control)? Can she just not cope with someone else calling the shots for once?

Uh.

I dunno - I feel like the episode was kinda rushed, and a plotline around Doris that could have been interesting, etc was compressed so much it didn't end up making too much sense.

It's not like she's a once-off character. As a recurring character, I felt there wasn't enough development of what was going on.

And now poor Steve is mourning yet another parental figure.

Somebody give that man some hugs.

I am, however, very pleased that the knock on the door of his motel room was Danny (I was sitting here going, please let that be Danny - and it was!)

Also - there was only one bed!!!

I don't care that Steve told Danny to sleep on the couch, we all know he slept in the bed.

[verosvault]

🚨SPOILERS FOR NEVER STOP BLOWING UP EPISODE 1🚨

Dimension20 "Never Stop Blowing Up"

Episode 1 "Be Kind, Rewind"

Timestamp: 1:41:58

Video Length: 2min. & 21sec.

Brennan: "As that lands in front of you, we cut to a room filled with servers, huge stacks of cards, chips, mainframes, and Usha, you are looking at a series of servers, and you are holding in your hand the Shadow Falcon Protocol. As you look at it, and you hear *beeping* and you see-"

Usha: "Hello?"

Brennan: "He says"

Man: "G13. What's up, you old snake?"

Usha: "Heyyyy!"

Brennan: *laughs*

Ally: "This incel. Heyyy!"

Brennan: "He says,"

Man: "We're in position. Upload the protocol."

Usha: "Okay. Umm. Sorry, what?"

Brennan: *laughs*

Usha: *looks down* "Oh my gosh, I'm skin and bones! Disgusting! Okay, okay."

Man: "G13, the protocol. Upload it."

Usha: "Who is this? Is this Lisa's husband?"

Man: "What?"

Usha: "Can I talk to Lisa? I just want to patch my granddaughter in."

Brennan: "You look in a reflective surface and see G13 staring back at you, speaking like Usha."

Usha: *shocked* "Oh my gosh, I'm so hideous!"

Brennan: *laughs*

Usha: "Oh my gosh! Okay, okay!"

Man: "G13, the protocol. We only have a limited time in this position."

Brennan: "Give me a DC10 Tech check."

Rekha: "One."

Brennan: "Go ahead and take a turbo token. What does Usha do, as she cannot upload the Shadow protocol?"

Usha: "This is huge!"

Rekha: "And she sticks it into just a slot she sees, which is just the space between two machines, and maybe it starts sparking. It's not a place you're supposed to-"

Ally: "you put it into the fan vent."

Rekha: "Yeah yeah, exactly! And it shreds up."

Brennan: "You hear,"

Man: "G13! G13! Oh no!"

Brennan: *mimics gunfire*

Man: *screaming* "They're shooting at us! With guns! Ah! I'm f****** dead! I'm f****** dead!"

Usha: "Did it- Did it work? Did it work?"

Brennan: "And we cut from-"

Jacob: "Real MacGruber."

Brennan: "Real MacGru-" *laughs*

Usha: "Did it work?"

Brennan: "I'm f****** dead! Did it work?"

Usha: "Did you get your download?"

{😂😂😂 I LOVE THIS SEASON ALREADY!!! I LOVE REKHA AND ALL OF REKHA'S CHARACTERS BUT ESPECIALLY USHA!!! 😂🤣 THIS PART HAD ME DYING ON THE FLOOR!!! 🤣🤣😭😭 I LOVE USHA SO BAD! I THINK SHE'S ALREADY MY FAVORITE CHARACTER FOR THIS SEASON! 😂🤣 IT MIGHT STILL BE KINDA TOO EARLY TO TELL BUT I'M LOVING HER THE MOST SO FAR! 😂🤣 JUST SO FUNNY!! 😂😂👏👏 I may or may not be posting more scenes from episode 1 of this later on. I just NEEDED to post this one cause it's my favorite scene and I ABSOLUTELY MUST have it on here! 😂🤣👏❤️}

[midnighthwng]

look up // 2min

soulmates will always find their way back to each other. no matter what.

₊˚.⋆ pairing: lee know + seungmin

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ genre: angst + comfort

₊˚.⋆ warning/s: major character death (i promise i make up for it)

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ word count: 3.1k

₊˚.⋆ ao3 link

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it’s late. 

minho and seungmin are driving down some wet road after a little vacation to minho’s hometown, a celebration of sorts, because minho’s graduating next year and seungmin is... well, still in his second year. but it was an academic year that they both worked hard on. that, in seungmin’s book, was something worth taking a vacation for. 

“i think that’s dumb,” minho playfully snaps. of course, he can’t ever truly be mad at the sweet and dandy man in the passenger seat, who he considers himself lucky to regard as his boyfriend.

seungmin is giggling as he says, “anything i say is dumb to you, but you’re actually thinking i’m right.” 

minho shakes his head for the nth time in the conversation, probably a bit too much for someone holding the wheel. “why would i agree that i’d be a shark in my next life? i’m obviously gonna be a cat.”

“just because you like cats now, doesn’t mean you’ll be them when you’re reborn,” seungmin tutted. neither of them really remember how the conversation started, but when you’ve been on the road for more than an hour, anything can serve an interesting topic. especially for these two.

“i think sharks are pretty cool, but the only thing i have in common with them is that we don’t like humans.”

seungmin gasps in faux offense, twisting his torso to face the older. “you don’t like me, honey?”

“you’re less of a bother than all the others out there,” he rolls his eyes.

“you don’t like hyunjin? or jisung? or chan-hyung?” seungmin prods. his face was getting closer and minho could consider it a driving hazard, because god knows he’s trying his best to repress the urge to kiss him on his stupid, pretty face.

he can’t stop the smile from spreading because of the question though, but he holds in his laugh. “now you’re just guilt-tripping me.”

seungmin giggles his way back to sitting properly, the tight seatbelt causing a bit of a strain to his neck because of his antics. 

“kidding, as always. well, how about me? what would i be in my next life?” ah, so that’s how the debate began.

minho scoffs. “dog. easily.”

“what breed?”

“do you have to be so thorough?” he’s laughing now, both at the ridiculous topic and how adorable seungmin is acting. “golden retriever.”

“you’re so basic!” seungmin is laughing, too, though there wasn’t really anything funny about it. there was something in the air that causes them to act like fools in love everytime they’re together. at this point, it’s probably not an act anymore, really. “i’m totally gonna bite you if i see you in my canine form.”

“goldens don’t bite,” minho quips. 

they probably can, he thinks in his head, but they both throw whatever at each other if it means winning the argument. with love, of course. they haven’t had a serious fight in years, save for the first few times they met. 

how was seungmin supposed to know that minho was looking him up and down because he had never seen someone so adorable but so hot at the same time, and not because he wanted to coax him into a fist fight? that night ended with multiple bruises, but the month ended in tears of laughter when minho finally gained the balls to tell seungmin how he really felt that night and how he felt about him in general. truly a textbook love story.

“well, i will!” seungmin punches the other’s arm lightly. probably not safe for a slippery road, but no harm was done. 

minho rolls his eyes, “whatever. and stop talking like you’ll get reincarnated before me. we’re going together.”

“bit dark, hyung,” the younger comments but still a bit giggly. “and you know that’s not what i meant.”

minho starts sniffling and faking sobs, wiping away non-existent tears. “i’ll be lonely without you, honey.”

“stop!” seungmin busts out laughing again. “and keep your eyes on the road and hands on the wheel, it’s slippery out here.”

minho wishes he had listened. 

the next thing he knew, they’re surrounded by blinding white, and monitors are beeping around them, and he thinks he hears hushed voices here and there. he wasn’t sure what was real and what was only imagined by him. he’s sure, however, of the painfully crimson hand he was clutching, cold and unconscious.

“i’m so stupid, fuck... please...” he pleads to seungmin. tears and blood and snot getting everywhere, but why would that ever matter when his lover was getting weaker and weaker right in front of him? “i’m so sorry, please stay with me... say something!”

his eyes widen at his own tone. “no, no, i didn’t mean to yell... just please...” he feels a pinch of movement under his tight grip and the world spins a little slower.

“h-hyung...” seungmin tries, but coughs blood on minho’s cheek with how close he is. 

“minnie?” 

“hyung.”

“i’m here, baby. talk to me, go on.” minho becomes decreasingly aware at how desperate he sounds. everything in his world has shrunk to only them. only seungmin and minho.

and the pristine sheets stained with red that came from whatever wounds they’ve both sustained from the crash. and the god awful beeping machine next to them. which he doesn’t realize was picking up speed. “-back t’ you.”

“what?” minho clutches the younger’s hand tighter, too tight for a weakened body, but neither of them mention it. “you can do it.”

“i’ll... i’ll come back. to you,” seungmin finally breathes out. no one’s counting how many minutes it took. “promise... wait for me.”

minho’s breathing is chopped up and unstable and he should probably be in another hospital bed getting his own condition checked, but nothing matters to him but seungmin, not even his own health. “stop. stop that. you’re not leaving me, don’t leave me.” 

“i can’t.”

“you can. be strong for me, please.” his eyesight is starting to wither because of how much he’s cried in the past ten minutes, maybe thirty. 

“no i,” seungmin is trying to wheeze now, if not for his punctured lungs that make it all the more difficult. “i can’t breathe, hyung.”

minho adjusts himself so they’re even more in each other’s faces. “do it with me. come on.” the heart monitor is getting rapid now, and the sound finally registers in minho’s ears and in his brain. “inhale, exhale, inhale, seungmin!” 

a single tear makes its way down seungmin’s cheek. “i love you.” 

“i lov- no, seungmin, please. please!”

... 

arms grab minho by the shoulders and he’s sure he knocked someone’s teeth out until his vision completely goes dark.

-

minho stares at the clock. he’s been waiting for something, but he has already forgotten. it’ll probably come to remind him of itself later.

then the calendar right below it. plus one to the year since he’s been on autopilot. exactly, too , he realizes, as he fixates on the bold letters that spell out the fifth month of the year. 

he feels his phone vibrate in his pocket before he hears the ringtone, set to an audio he had labelled ‘important, pick up’ . robotically, he ‘accepts’ and brings the speaker to his ear. “what?”

“i’ll be there to pick up the stuff soon,” the voice speaks. it belongs to him and seungmin’s best friend, or one of them, hyunjin.

“sure.” he zones out on a piece of plastic that landed on the foot of his coffee table. their coffee table. how does he describe the things in his own home anymore? was it even a home at all, when the thing he called home was personified by the tall and handsome brunette, and had perished in his arms?

“hyung.” hyunjin sounds urgent to an outside ear, but minho can hear the pity laced in a single word.

“hm.”

“is everything ready, i said?”

“yeah. yeah.”

he’s not sure if a whole minute passes before hyunjin asks the dreaded “how are you doing?” question. at least it wasn’t “are you okay?” this time.

“next question,” he says blandly instead.

“hyung...”

“stop. i’m fine.” he isn’t. they both know it. but who can blame them for trying to avoid the reality?

“...okay.” there’s a knock at the door. minho doesn’t immediately realize it’s hyunjin. “open the door.”

he hauls himself to the door and opens it to hyunjin, who wears a blank face. but minho can see it in his glossy eyes, what he wants to say. “i’m sorry.”

instead, hyunjin’s mouth opens with “let’s get these downstairs.” ‘these’ pertaining to the half dozen boxes of seungmin’s stuff that took a lot of time, sweat, and tears from minho to pack up. 

it’s sunny when they step out from the apartment. minho wishes he could say he hadn’t been outside in months, but life required him to drag his body to get necessities every once in a while. 

he’s not sure what’s been pushing him to keep going. maybe he hopes seungmin is proud of him for doing so. maybe he hopes seungmin will keep his promise. 

no one can fault minho for believing it. seungmin had always been a man of his word.

he’s only brought out of his thoughts because hyunjin halted right in front of him, almost dropping his stack of boxes. “hey, puppy, puppy!”

minho looks over hyunjin’s slouched figure to see a dog. quite big, but he guesses golden retrievers grow fast. 

must be at least a year old, he muses. the dog knocks minho out of his observation when it jumps onto him, promptly fully knocking over his boxes. “what’s the deal?”

he can tell hyunjin’s holding his laughter when he helps him pick up the stuff that spilled out from one of the containers. the tape must have gotten loose.

they’re almost done when gold shines in minho’s peripheral. he picks up a necklace; simple, flat heart with a small “M” engraved on the center. 

he doesn’t realize he’s tearing up until hyunjin speaks, “hey, you okay?”

“no- yes.” liar. “yeah. this... i gave it to him. for our anniversary.”

hyunjin raises his brows, the way he does when he encounters something shocking or obvious. “keep it. why is it even in one of these?”

“i don’t know...” minho sighs. he doesn’t know what he would have done if he realized too late that he threw this away. “i just packed without paying attention, i guess.”

“you should have called us for help. you always can, alright?” the younger finishes up with the one box and sets a hand on minho’s shoulder. “even if it’s been a whole year since you talked to us...”

minho can’t look anywhere near hyunjin in shame. “i know. and i’m sorry about that.”

“hey, no worries,” he tries chasing minho’s line of sight, offering a small smile. “i know it’s been hard. we loved him, too.”

minho swallows a lump in his throat. how long had that been building up? “yeah. thanks.”

the dog, who minho already forgot about in their exchange, approaches them, specifically the hand that minho still clutched the gold necklace in. it sniffs up and down on it, then suddenly snatches it and runs off.

“hey!” minho shouts, running after it. hyunjin has half a mind to be sensitive and not pull out his phone to film this. he thinks it would have been funny any other day, though.

the two run around the block until the dog, annoyingly, settles right in front of the apartment’s entrance. minho heaves and pulls the jewelry back out from the dog’s mouth. he doesn’t mind the slobber getting all over him for some reason. he even pockets the necklace.

“don’t take things that aren’t yours,” he scolds. he comes back to hyunjin actually giggling his ass off now and pulls him up by the collar to finally put the rest of the boxes into the car.

“thank you, hyunjin,” he whispers. sincerely so, as if thanking him for something else other than helping him pack up. and maybe he was.

hyunjin smiles a little brighter than earlier. “always, hyung. i’m also just a phone call away if you need someone to talk to. me and the others.” 

minho nods. “i’ll remember.”

they go in for a hug, hyunjin tightening his hold a little more. when they let go, it’s like a light bulb flickers on top of the younger’s head. “it’s changbin-hyung’s birthday soon! come see usss.”

“i’ll try.” and that’s all hyunjin needed to hear before he beams at him and finally drives off.

minho hears a whimper beside him and realizes-

“you’re still here?” he asks the dog, as if it’ll respond. but honestly, it might as well have understood him, because it whimpers again and marches toward the entrance of the building.

“who are your owners...? whatever, come on, get inside.”

minho wouldn’t do it normally, letting random dogs (or a dog in general) inside his house, but there was something about this one that he couldn’t resist. call him crazy, but the dog appears to be smiling when it looks up at him, and it’s ruining his heart. when they enter the apartment, it even waits for minho to enter before it shuffles its big paws inside, too. 

“it’s not much,” he’s still talking to it, “not anymore.”

minho watches as the dog prances around the living room. there’s a table near the tv, low enough that it could sniff the few picture frames displayed on it. to minho’s confusion, it whimpers at the pictures.

“what’s wrong? you don’t like them?” his brows furrow into each other as he picks one up. “i think we look alright here.” 

in the frame, the wind was a little too strong to the point of knocking seungmin’s hat into the air, making for a perfect candid shot of the two of them chasing it. they knew it was a good decision to tag hyunjin along that picnic date.

the dog nudges another one of the frames until it falls, concerning minho even more. it was one of seungmin’s, a shot of him facing the sun setting while they were on a bridge somewhere. he definitely did not force minho to take that fake candid shot. 

minho crouches to pick it up and replace both frames onto the desk. the dog noses at his pocket and whimpers again. “jeez. i may not know much about dogs, but do you guys really cry this much...?”

he thinks for a moment before dialing on his phone and waiting probably half a second before hyunjin picks up. “hey, you know that dog earlier?”

“uh, yeah, what about it?”

“he keeps following me around and crying at our stuff,” he comments. the dog is just looking at the pictures again. 

“you let it in your house?”

“well, i wasn’t gonna leave it out in the heat...”

“...sure, hyung. what breed was it again?”

“it’s a golden.” minho was about to ask why it could have possibly mattered, when it clicks. “golden retriever. i gotta call you back.”

“hyung-” and all hyunjin hears is the line dropping.

minho starts petting the dog, to its joy. “you recognize this guy?” it whimpers again before it starts looking around the house. “you have some really odd qualities...”

it leaves minho’s hold and starts trotting toward their shared bedroom. it looks untouched, bedsheets laying undisturbed, but a layer of dust collecting over that. dust covering everything, really. he’d started sleeping on the couch, the fear of his own memories of him and seungmin in that bedroom and on that bed being too much to bear to be able to sleep in there again.

“you won’t find any treats here, if that’s what you want,” he follows anyways. the dog stops in front a packed box. “shit, we must have missed this one,” he sighs.

the dog paws at it, like it was saying “open it” or something crazy in minho’s head. so, he does.

inside, they find a polaroid camera, and a bunch of photos scattered under it. guess i left this here on purpose. he and the dog sit down next to the box as he shuffles through the photos. well, more like showcases them to his new friend.

“this was from our trip to jeju. we were with our best friends.” he chuckles and points to a part in the photo, “you can kind of see them in the back here.”

shifting to another film, “a picnic near han river. he said he loved this place the most, ‘cause the sky is always so pretty when you look up.” 

a tear is trekking down his face now, multiple following after. the dog whimpers at the sight. “i miss him. he’s probably happy in the sky, since he loves it so much.”

the dog is pawing at him, quite rough with how big its paws are and how textured probably from walking around on the street. where did this thing come from, again?

“what?” minho asks it, then suddenly, it’s jumping on him and licking all over his face. minho can’t bring himself to be disgusted over it, but he’s still confused as fuck. “hey buddy, we just met.”

that seems to trigger something in the dog’s mind, because now it’s sitting and whimpering and probably on the verge of barking at minho. “we just met, like an hour ago. I’m not your owner, you don’t know me-”

and it’s barking, really loudly. right in his face. “now you’re just being mean, puppy,” he chuckles. the dog makes a sound akin to a human huff and looks around again. 

it knocks the box over, spilling the photos out, and minho watches in amusement as it seems to be looking for something specific. it gently grabs one into its mouth and nudges it into minho’s hand.

a picture from when they went on vacation to gimpo. that same day... “why did you give me this?”

it’s like it's losing patience when the dog steps onto the pocket where the necklace still is. minho takes it out, and the dog whimpers at it again.

his tears are still flowing when he starts laughing. “i’m gonna get called insane.” the dog’s head tilts.

“...seungminnie?”

rapidly, the dog’s tail is wagging and he jumps back onto minho to knock them both flat on the floor, licking and barking (happily, of course) in his face. 

“what the hell,” he exclaims, still laughing at how ridiculous this all seems to be. “your next life.”

the dog stops his movements and just lays on minho. he really looks like he’s smiling at me. he almost can’t breathe under the dog’s weight and because of the snot building up in his nose, but he can’t bring himself to care. 

“surely took you long enough,” he breathes. the dog smacks him in the face with that big paw of his, and minho’s crying even harder because that’s exactly what he would expect seungmin to do.

“kidding, as always. hm...” he trails, scratching softly behind the dog’s ears. 

“i’ll call you sky.”

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i hope i actually made up for the mcd aha i don't usually write angst (i've never even written it without the fluff to counter it) but i really like how this one turned out.

it was originally written for a scriptwriting class i had, so if it had a little too much dialogue, that's why (i tried my best converting it into para forms o7)

thanks for reading :D thinking of putting my other fics on tumblr too but if u'd like to read them while they aren't here yet, they're on my ao3 already :)

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The Boggart - Ominis x FemReader

AN: Hey so I got inspired to write this from... somewhere. I don't remember who wrote it, but please let me know if you do, but the Boggart in that story was the MC and corrupted and was goblin like and MC had razor sharp teeth. it was on AO3 and i think it was an Ominis fic??? idk it was cool and i loved the idea so here we are.

HUGE shout out to @roohuh. You're a legend for looking this over and you're kind of a big deal/the best <3

And dudes ChatGPT is so baller. I just plug in sections of my lil dumb fics and it tells me ideas on how to improve it. it's very epic.

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READ PART 1 HERE * READ PART 2 HERE

Summary: Everything comes to a breaking point, and Ominis is left with an impossible decision to make. But, the fear of losing his love is something he cannot risk.

Music to Listen to: Leta's Flashback 🎵 You Lost Your Chance to Be Beautiful (but like only the first 2mins the rest is so mid) 🎵 Corynorhinus 

Word Count: ~ 4,600 words

Warnings: angst^3 kajillion

Read my other Ominis Fics Here

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She’s gnawed her bottom lip into a pulp and, as she ascends the lacquered marble stairs, her stomach knots itself into a tighter ball. Even though her ‘outburst’ in Divinations isn’t a topic of discussion anymore amongst her peers, she still hasn’t spoken to Natty, nor to Ominis, about it. She closes her eyes and resists the urge to turn around and go far, far away. She climbs the final step and heads straight into the sunlit classroom.

Natty stands in front of Ominis, speaking with a terse smile and an inquisitive look on her face. Ominis is leaning against one of the desks with an air of ease, and the midday light filters through the tall windows onto him, causing her stride to slow. He reminds her of a polished marble sculpture, flawlessly crafted and utterly divine. But she senses a restlessness under his facade of cool composure. 

She lowers her gaze away from him. He’s been upset since her outburst. He tries to keep it buried deep within him, but she knows it’s there. She looks back up to him with a sudden longing. These past few days have been difficult. By keeping this secret from him, she feels a gap beginning to form and wedge itself between them. It’s growing harder and harder to make the leap, and tell him the truth. To tell him everything. 

She hesitates for a moment when Natty’s warm eyes land on her, pinning her in place, but ultimately continues toward them. 

“Ah, hello, my friend!” Natty greets with a tender smile.

Ominis turns his head towards the Fifth Year with a sweet smile on his lips. The restlessness within shifts to a warm relief. His hand extends out for her to take. She stares at his outstretched hand in a bit of disbelief. The knot in her stomach begins to untangle as soon as her hand grabs his. Despite everything, he still holds her so tightly and warmly. Natty smiles at the both of them, going along with pretending like everything is as it was. 

Once again, she’s grateful for their understanding and their patience with her. She squeezes his hand to keep the associated guilt which accompanies those thoughts at bay. 

“Hello, you two,” she smiles then glances around the lively classroom with a raised brow. Her classmates are talking with grand gestures while  others have grim expressions written upon their faces. There’s a certain spark in the stuffy air and she worries there’s an exam she’s forgotten about today. She chews her lip when she can't find their other friend anywhere. 

“Where’s Sebastian?” She wonders. 

Ominis’ lips pull into a tight line. His feet shift then his head cranes towards her. 

“Oh? You didn’t hear about…,” he pauses, his eyes illuminating with contemplation. “He wasn’t feeling well enough to come to today’s class.” 

“Oh. I didn’t realize.” She matches his frown. How careless of a friend she’s been - too wrapped up with herself to notice her ailing friend.  

“Such a shame, too. I have been looking forward to today.” Natty’s eager smile lightens her whole face. “It’s Boggarts.” 

If Ominis’ hand wasn’t holding her as tightly as it was, she would’ve turned right around and left. She glances at Ominis, understanding now why Sebastian truly isn’t here. His pupil-less, gray eyes nearly find hers and he has a somber expression. She sighs to herself. They’ll have to deal with Sebastian later. Right now, she has a more pressing concern to deal with. 

Sensing this, he squeezes her hand with a slight grin,

 “Don’t fret. Boggarts can’t hurt you. And you’ve faced things far more terrifying than a measly non-being.”

“Indeed,” Natty giggles with a slight nudge to the Fifth Year’s side.

Beginning to smile, her shoulders loosen and her hold on Ominis relaxes.

“Although,” Ominis drawls with a smirk, “I must admit, I am quite curious as to what scares you, darling. You are practically fearless. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if the Boggart just turned right back into that dresser at the sight of you.” 

He manages to get a full smile out of her, and she shakes her head with a slight laugh, 

“I doubt that.” 

He brings her hand up to his lips and places a tender kiss on the top of her hand. His smile is warm and she wonders why she was ever dreading coming to class - coming to him.

She tilts her head as she glances between Natty and Ominis, 

“Have you faced a Boggart before?” 

Natty nods, “Yes. I am hoping that I am more successful this time than the last. Last time, I froze. But, I am feeling far more confident today.” 

Natty’s head is high with a beaming grin. The Fifth Year can’t help but begin to match Natty’s enthusiasm. 

“And what about you, Ominis?” She wonders.

Ominis purses his lips and his eyes darken. 

“I have as well,” he replies quietly.  “I don’t believe it forms into anything you can see. But, the sounds it makes are quite… awful.” 

He forces a smile, feeling her concern. 

He squeezes her hand as he says, “One’s parents would frighten anyone though - what with their nagging and disapproval. Nothing I can’t handle, I assure you.”

She smiles at how strong he is, and not just for her. She leans close to him, and he angles his head towards her in silent questioning. His eyes widen when he feels her lips press softly on his cheek.

“I have no doubt. If I’m fearless, then you are undaunted, my love,” she whispers with a smile, making him blush into a real smile. 

Natty snickers at their exchange, 

“Ack! Get a room, you two.”  

The Fifth Year giggles at Ominis’ blush deepening; so much so, that it spreads all the way to his ears. Ominis tries to shoot her a scathing glare for such a public display, but it falls short at the smile tugging on his lips and the warmth she feels coming from him.

“Alright everyone!” Professor Hecat’s voice gets their attention and the chatter in the room comes to a silence. 

“As you may have heard,” Hecat comes down from her office’s perch and stands at the front of the class, “today’s lesson will be over: Boggarts. Now, what spell is used to counter a Boggart?” 

Natty and Leander’s hands shoot up immediately. Professor Hecat has a pleased smirk as she calls on Leander.

“Riddikulus!” Leander beams. 

“Very good. 10 points to Gryffindor.” Hecat raises her wand up. 

The Fifth Year is quick to bring Ominis towards her before Hecat shoves the desks away to the far sides of the room. Ominis smiles at her. The adoring look from him and the squeeze of her hand makes her flustered - which makes the corner of his lips turn up into a proud smirk.

“Everyone, form a single file line. Quickly. Quickly.” Hecat orders as she walks towards the wardrobe at the back of the classroom. 

Ominis gives her a parting squeeze of her hand before releasing her. The students are quick to form a clustered, unorganized mass which slowly files into a line. Those at the front, start to shove each other - one student in front of the other until it’s Leander who’s the one stuck to go first. 

She tries to stick with Ominis, or Natty, but she’s pushed away from them - with Natty and Ominis going before her. Ominis spares her a reassuring smile before he faces back in front of him. 

With the bustle settling, Hecat levitates the dresser over from the corner to be in front of the line. The Boggart slams against the door, rattling the tarnished mirrors and vibrating the wood floor - causing a few gasps from the more nervous students. The Boggart bangs and thrashes, knocking the wardrobe to and fro in a vain effort to escape its confines. 

Hecat stands next to the thrashing dresser with a smirk, “Are you ready, Mister Prewett?” 

Leander audibly gulps then nods - raising his wand up. 

“Now, remember,” Hecat says with a stern look in her eye, “picture clearly in your mind something which amuses you. Laughter is key to defeating a Boggart.” 

With the flick of her wand, the wardrobe’s lock clicks then the glass door slowly opens with a creak.

A vicious, growling, giant Chopping Cabbage bursts from the wardrobe - snapping its sharp fangs and snarling at Leander with such ferocity, it makes the whole line flinch back. Once the initial shock wears off, there’s stifled giggles at the overgrown cabbage. Leander glances behind him at everyone’s teasing and his cheeks turn a bright shade of red. 

“Concentrate, Mister Prewett!” Hecat reminds him. 

Leander snaps back to attention to the cabbage. 

“Riddikulus!”  Leander shouts. 

The nasty vegetable is suddenly wrapped in a bright pink ribbon and shrinks down until it’s roughly palm-sized. The sentient cabbage shakes its head in confusion, but it's all but tamed. A wave of laughter spreads through the line and the tense atmosphere of the room evaporates. Leander chuckles and goes to the back with a triumphant smirk on his face. 

“Very good. Next!” 

Snakes, spiders, whirlwinds, and werewolves - there’s a whole plethora of fearful things the Boggart transforms to and everyone easily turns them into amusing characters. She finds herself laughing and enjoying the lesson far more than she anticipated - her eagerness growing as she waits for her turn.

As Natty prepares to go next, the Fifth Year cranes her head around to watch her friend. 

The Boggart morphs into a tall man dressed in a tan robe with a piercing, cruel gaze. He snarls with disgust towards Natty, making her take a step back. The Fifth Year clenches her fists, sending a silent whisper of encouragement to Natty.

Natty takes a deep breath then raises her wand. 

“Riddikulus!” 

The man transforms into a black cat - emitting a pitiful meow. Natty nods her head in approval and goes back to join the others. 

“Nice job,” she whispers before Natty can pass.

“Good luck,” Natty whispers back with a wide grin. 

She turns back to watch just as Ominis steps up next. Her heart skips a beat as she awaits for his to transform. The black cat whirls and twists into a black blob hovering in the air. Then, a horrible cry of pure agony emits from the blob. 

“Please. Stop! It hurts! Stop!” The voice cries. “You’re hurting me! Please! Leave me alone!” 

She gasps at the voice sounding… like her own. Ominis is frozen for a moment and she fears he won’t be able to cast the spell. 

“Riddikulus!” He shouts with a sharp, whip-like motion of his wand. 

The blob surges and the cries of pain turn into giggling and laughter. Ominis turns on his heel in a quick motion and is striding to go to the back. His expression is hard and cold. She senses the lingering chill of dread gripping him.  

She barely catches his arm before he passes. She searches for words as he awaits her with a neutral expression.

“You did well,” she whispers with a slight frown at how lackluster her response is. 

He gives her an amused smile, taking her hand and giving it a squeeze, before he joins Natty in the back with the others. Hearing her own voice crying out in pain… it troubles her and before she knows it, it’s her turn. 

She can’t deny her curiosity as to what could scare her. What is her fear? She takes a sure step forward to stand before the Boggart. 

“Time to see what our ‘Hero’ is afraid of,” Leander teases to Samantha. 

“Must admit, I’ve been waiting for this,” Samantha whispers back.

There’s more whispers about their curiosity, and they take their best educated guesses as to what could scare the ‘Hero of Hogwarts’. Ominis’ fists clench at their excitement. He grimaces, sucking in a deep breath as he hears the Boggart begin to transform. 

It whirls and turns until it manifests. Her breath leaves her in a shaky gasp and she can’t move. Looking down at her, is something she only sees in her nightmares. Herself. The reflection floats above her with glowing red eyes - staring right into her. Pure magic surrounds it in a near halo and it’s intoxicating. The magic ripples and electrifies the air, but it’s merely a taste. The copy’s hand extends out towards her - in offering. Its haunting expression is one of certainty - as if it already knows the answer to the silent request. Her mouth parts in both awe and horror. Her mind blanks on what to do.

There’s a heavy stillness in the air as the whole room falls silent. Ominis can barely breathe. The longer it takes for her to cast the spell, the more his heart races. 

“What’s happening? What is it?” He whispers in a desperate tone to Natty. 

Natty’s mouth parts and closes, “It’s… her. But, it’s wrong. Her eyes… they’re so cold.” 

Ominis’ nails dig into his palm and he can feel her rising panic with every second that passes. He longs to go to her, but Professor Hecat beats him to it. With a smooth movement of her wand, Professor Hecat knocks the Boggart back into the wardrobe - locking it with a solid click. 

“I-I believe that’s enough for today.” Hecat says, sparing a concerned glance towards the frozen Fifth Year. “Class dismissed.”

Students shuffle around her and she finally breaks from her frozen state. Ominis shoves his way through the clustered students towards her, but she’s out of the room before anyone can stop her. Ominis doesn’t hesitate to go after her, making it all the way to the doorway. 

“Mister Gaunt.” Professor Hecat calls. 

Ominis wants to ignore the summoning, but he stops his pursuit and angles his head towards the Professor.

“Yes, Professor?” He does a poor job of keeping his annoyance at bay, but he doesn’t care about being polite at the moment. 

“A moment, if you wouldn’t mind.” Professor Hecat heads towards her office, not bothering to see if he’ll follow. 

Ominis grimaces while the rest of the students file out, all whispering about what they had seen of her Boggart. ‘Strangely beautiful’ is used several times and ‘I don’t know what was so scary about that’ is muttered, which only makes him more concerned for her. He grips his wand tight in his hand as he forces himself to see what Professor Hecat wants. 

As soon as he enters her office, she wastes no time - much to his relief.

“I know you and her are close,” Professor Hecat states, leaving no room for questioning nor denying the statement. “Which is why I felt it prudent to warn you.” 

Ominis’ brows raise and his eyes burn with curiosity. 

“Warn me of what?” Ominis questions. He walks more into the room and Hecat flicks her wand to shut the door. 

Hecat sighs, “I’m not sure if she’s told you about the events that transpired beneath Hogwarts. And her involvement.”

Ominis face falls and Hecat nods as if she had already anticipated his response.

“I do hope she does. Being so young,” Hecat sighs with a frown. “However gifted you may be, it does not shield you from witnessing such horrible things.” 

“What happened?” Ominis demands then winces at his biting tone. “Please… I would like to know what happened.”

Professor Hecat is silent for several seconds and Ominis can feel his patience beginning to ebb away. 

“You will have to ask her for the true explanation, as I only witnessed bits and pieces. And her subsequent return with the absence of Professor Fig. But, I can say - with utmost certainty - she has the look in her eyes of someone frightened. Haunted by the choices they made. I know it all too well that look,” Professor Hecat’s features fall and she adds in a quiet voice, “And the damage it does to someone, if left alone. I hope, as her friend, she will confide in you.” 

“But, she hasn’t. S-She refuses to.” His voice wavers and he clamps his mouth shut. Ominis’ brows furrow and his lips press into a tight line. “I’ve been patient. But, it only seems to be pushing her away.”

“Then, you must be more direct and less delicate,” Professor Hecat replies. “Being soft and gentle will do her no good. If she has not opened up to you on her own thus far, then she never will. Which will leave you with the unfortunate task of trying to extract what troubles her yourself.” 

Ominis remains silent, his dark brows furrowing together into a harsh scowl. Hecat sighs once more. She goes towards the window, placing her hands behind her back as she stares out to the castle ground. 

“I believe Salazar Slytherin was gifted in the arts of Legilimency. An arguably useful and pragmatic gift. And, I would imagine, such a gift would be passed down. Especially to direct, esteemed heirs, such as yourself,” she turns to face Ominis with pursed lips. “Perhaps, an ability like that would prove useful to glean what may be troubling your friend. Before it’s too late.”

“Do you not hear yourself?! Even if I did possess such an ability, I would never enter her mind without her express permission!” Ominis’ scowl deepens with a shake of his head. “You make her sound like she’s in danger.”

“She is. And she may already realize it,” Hecat says as she approaches Ominis. “She wields a power I have never seen before in all my years as an Unspeakable. And I have seen what a mere iota of the power she possesses does to those that are not fit to wield it. It corrupts them. Taints them. Until there’s nothing left, but a wanting, insatiable, hunger for more.” 

Professor Hecat says in a low, serious tone, “If she has had a taste of this, then she is in great danger. Not just to herself. But, to everyone. She must not be left idly alone. And we cannot be placid until we deem it fitting to intervene. The time to act is now.”

Ominis’ brows pinch and his nose scrunches as he hisses,

 “She is not some power-hungry lunatic, Professor. I’ve been around enough of them to know. She is nothing like that.” 

“Not yet,” Hecat whispers. “But, a disease is not always present at the early stages, until it is too late.”

Ominis’ throat tightens and Professor Hecat continues,

“If you wish to help her, then you must find out what happened. If not for her sake, then for all of ours. Before it is too late to help.”

Professor Hecat watches Ominis pale with her steely eyes and she relents.

“You may go. Thank you for your time, Mister Gaunt,” she spares him a final glance and a pitiful smile. “And, good luck.”

He doesn’t hesitate to leave, rushing out of the Astronomy Wing until he’s outside. He fills his lungs with the crisp spring air and he lets himself fall against the bridge’s railing. He grips onto the stone beam, feeling indentions form into the flesh of his palm. Students pass by him with hushed whispers and he feels their eyes upon him as they pass. His intense scowl makes his brows pinch deeply together. He closes his eyes, struggling under the heavy weight of an impossible choice. 

Could her Ancient Magic truly be as devastating as the Dark Arts? He doesn’t know. And if he’s to help her, then she must speak to him. He turns his wand to where she is and heads towards her. 

Ominis’ steps are heavy, even as he nears her. She’s hidden herself away in the Clocktower, making herself so small, he barely recognizes her. He steps in front of her, shading her from the warmth of the sun, and she turns to look up at him. She shouldn’t be surprised that he’s found her, and she pulls her knees closer to her chest.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” she whispers with no bite to her words. 

Ominis frowns then extends his hand out to her. She looks at his silent offer then up to his worried face. She lets out a small breath then she takes his hand and he helps her to her feet. He doesn’t say anything as he leads her away. 

They walk in silence off the school grounds and into the countryside. They climb up a hill and at the top she lets out a surprised gasp at what she sees. 

Below them, are fields of flowers covering the numerous hills. Pinks, oranges, yellows, blues, purples, whites - there’s no end to the plethora of shades and it spreads across the landscape like rolling waves. The colors and scents dance in the breeze and the sun-kissed blooms sway gently under the cloudy sky. The sea of flowers is a stunning tapestry of vibrancy and the embodiment of spring. And the earthy, floral aroma is all the more inviting as she takes a deep breath in. 

“I found this place my Second Year,” Ominis says with a warm smile as he looks towards her, giving her hand a soft squeeze. “I’ve been wanting to take you here once spring arrived. It may not be spectacular, but it smells pleasant enough and the breeze is nice.” 

He invites her to sit next to him in the plush grass, and she does - with him keeping a tight hold of her hand. She stares at the rolling sea of endless wildflowers, watching butterflies flutter between the blooms. She stretches her hands out towards one of the flowers near her, feeling over its velvety, delicate petals with a soft smile. It’s like a different world on top of this hill. She could stay here forever - holding his hand and admiring flowers.

“You still haven’t told me what happened.” 

He says it so quietly, it’s easy to pretend he didn’t say anything at all. So, she does. Choosing to remain quiet and stare at their interlaced hands.

“I wish you would,” he squeezes her hand, forcing her to acknowledge him. 

She closes her eyes, feeling the breeze upon her face and the sweet smell of the flowers it brings. 

“It was me,” she whispers. “Your Boggart. I… it was me screaming.” 

Ominis shifts in place and he furrows his brows. 

“Yes.”

She frowns, staring at their joined hands. He lets out a heavy exhale and his brows pinch together at her silent refusal to speak. He feels over the top of her hand, running his finger-tips over her knuckles. 

“I fear losing you,” he admits quietly. “And if pain were to come for you at my hands…,” 

His features contort into a stiff expression and she shifts to be closer to him. She places her other hand on top of his.

“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to cause you such grief,” she whispers.

“You don’t,” he states firmly. His eyes search for hers as he shakes his head. “There are many things in my life which have caused me pain and suffering. But, never you.”

His features fall, “This fear - only means that I truly care about you. And I fear I would be lost without you. You’re important to me. And that frightens me at times - how close you are to me.” He raises his face to look towards hers, “But, I wouldn’t want it any other way.” 

She looks into his earnest gaze with a soft gasp. 

“I’m not going anywhere, Ominis,” she whispers.

“But, you are,” he hisses. “You’re slipping away from me, piece by piece and I can’t keep pretending you’re fine, when you’re so clearly hurting, my love.” 

The anguish and desperation written upon his face is heartbreaking, and she turns from him with a whimper. She’s starting to pull away from him again. He can feel it. The worries of Hecat whisper in his ear and he grimaces. 

“Please… just talk to me,” he pleads. 

She shuts her eyes with a near sob. She wants to. But, her tongue refuses to budge. Instead, she clamps harder on her inner cheek until all she tastes is blood. Her other hand balls up the fabric of her school robe draped across her thigh. She’s sure if the wind blows a fraction harder, she’d shatter into a million pieces. 

Her head lowers as she whimpers, “I-I need more time.”

He shuts his eyes with a grieved sigh. He hates these awful feelings within her. They’re tearing her apart. How long before there’s nothing left? 

He angles his face towards the sky, feeling the warmth of the sun on his clammy face. He listens to the breeze as it passes through the grass and he hears the chittering of bugs around them. He takes a deep breath, smelling the floral scent of a hundred different flowers, then he turns to her. He holds her hand tighter. His decision, finalizing in his mind. This… is the only way. 

“Can you… show me the flowers?” He asks in a near whisper. 

Her brows rise in surprise, but nods with a soft smile.

“Of course,” she says while moving closer to him.

 She looks over the field, memorizing the scene before them. She looks back at him and reaches up to cup his cheek - guiding him to look right into her eyes. 

He hesitates, the taste of bile coats his tongue, but he glimpses into her mind despite it. He wades through her thoughts until the view of the flowers appears before him. He gasps at the bright, impossibly vibrant, colors. He’s captivated in her memory. It’s beautiful. Far more beautiful than he ever imagined this place to be. And she’s… happy. Peaceful. Even if this horrible, vile fear lingers in the distance like a persistent shadow. He sucks in a sharp breath. 

His hand reaches out to her cheek, stroking his fingers gently along her face. He promised to protect her… He presses his lips together into a thin line as he holds her head in place.

“Forgive me,” he whispers as he pushes deeper into her mind with her unable to resist. 

He views her memories of the battle with Ranrok. Reliving every detail until she emerges victorious. He presses on, searching for every instance of this fear which has plagued her. He catches glimpses of the nightmare in Divinations and finally the Boggart from today. It’s herself… staring back with a hauntingly beautiful smile and a terrifying offer as it stretches out its hand towards her. Her fear of succumbing to this incredible, dangerous power makes his heart break. She’s been suffering alone with this burden, all because she fears his response.

He parts from her mind with a gasp while she lets out a startled cry. She stares at him in disbelief, his hands still clutching onto her face in a once tender moment. 

He… saw. He knows. 

Her head snaps away from him, tearing herself from his grasp. She doesn’t want to see his reaction, nor does she want to process the betrayal she feels rising in her gut and gnawing at her heart. She summons her broom and Ominis reaches out towards her.

“Wait!” 

His hand grasps the air and he falls forward. He hears the thundering whoosh of her leaving and the air slams into his face. The grass and flowers rustle from a mighty gale and his heart thunders in his ears. He covers his hand over his mouth in horror as a  frightening chill settles onto his chest and seeps into his very bones.

What has he done?

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AN: Ah yeah. let's go. we got it all. Natty, Cabbages, Ominis Trauma and Comfort, and then BETRAYAL muahaha

I was wondering if this would be in character for Ominis to peer inside MC's mind, but i think it would be. mainly cause his fear of losing her far out weighs anything else in his mind. like a necessary evil type thing. And also Sebastian not wanting to see his boggart... hehe. AND i may have made Hecat a bit morally gray, but come on. she was with the ministry.

also, Leta's Flashback when she sees that Boggart heavily inspired me. I wanted MC's boggart to be beautiful. But terrifying. Much like power. (so meta. so deep. so wow). But idk just watching young Leta see that boggart and the lil gasp is just *perfect*

anyways, feedback welcomed and hope to have the next part out soon!!!!!! :D :D :D <3

[seungmoo0]

“Stay on beat”

“I do…I always do”

Heart beats

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁𖦹 paring: Lee know + seungmin

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁𖦹 genre: light fluff + teasing (is that even a genre?) + just 2min fighting and falling in love.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁𖦹 ALSO a VERY VERY SHORT os fic

featuring drummer Minho, bassist seungmin, main singer Felix and electric guitarist Chan

Plot

Seungmin and Minho are apart of a rock band (including Felix and Chan) yet the two can’t seem to work together for their rehearsal for battle of the bands.

WARNING: MY WRITING ISNT THE BEST SO PLS DONT BULLY ME

Heart beats:

“No, Minho stay on the beat!” Seungmin said his hands gripping the ends of his bass guitar, the music abruptly stopped all together. Seungmins face only got redder as he saw Minho rolled his eyes and silently mock seungmin. The dirty, crowded garage was fully silent, only the sound of Felix tapping on his mic was heard throughout his Felix’s mom’s garage. “Dude, let’s just take a break.” Chan said as he placed his electric guitar on its stand. Chan then rolled his eyes, already over the fact that seungmin and Minho couldn’t stop fighting all this week. “Guys we have three days before battle of the bands! How about you two stop being jackasses and stop fighting over everything little thing!” Felix said as he huffed and moved from the microphone stand he was in front of. “You two either make up or we find a new drummer and bassist.” Felix said rather firm, and when Felix spoke firm everyone knew he meant business. Chan just sighed headed inside the house, Felix just following behind. As soon as the garage door closed seungmin went back to glaring at Minho. “You’re the reason this is happening! You keep trying to play your own way and it’s distracting my play!” Seungmin says as he quickly placed his bass guitar down.

“Well Felix and Chan don’t have a problem…maybe it just your shit bass playing.” Minho says as he shrugs and lightly taps the snare with his drumsticks. “You didn’t-“ before seungmin could finish his sentence Minho stands up and talks over him. “I did—I mean you’re the only one who ‘can’t focus’. Chan is doing just fine, electric isn’t too far from a bass..I don’t see the problem except you being shit.” Minho said as he placed his sticks down, his face with that same shit eating grin seungmin hated. Seungmin didn’t know exactly when he started despising Minho, maybe it was the day Minho got too cocky and started making fun of seungmin. Other than that seungmin wanted to clock Minho right in the face. “Well I don’t know if you’re stupid or something and never heard of ‘not everyone working the same’ but i think that’s exactly the case.” Seungmin said as he cocked his head to the side. “Well, do better then I guess.” Minho said as he shrugged yet again, stood up and stepped away from his drum set. “Oh yeah?” Seungmin said as he widened his eyes and tilted his head. “Yeah.” Minho said as he walked over to seungmin tilting his head too, even mocking the way seungmin widened his eyes.

“Well start staying on beat.” Seungmin said leaning closer to Minho as he grinned and lifted his head straight. “I do..I always do.” Minho says as he walks up to seungmin, little too close to comfort. Seungmin didn’t know why his heart started beating or why all his confidence just packed its bag and walked away, but seungmin knew he had to calm down. “Well, Chan and Felix want us to be civil, so let’s be civil now, huh?” Minho said as he then placed his hand on seungmins shoulder, Minhos thumb lightly rubbing against seungmins white shirt. “I’ll be more nice to you seungmin-ah..” Minho said with his usual grin. Seungmin felt he couldn’t speak, or even breathe. “You—better.” Seungmin stuttered, that’s all he could say. Minho just gave seungmin a small smile and released his soft grip on seungmins shoulder. Seungmin could still feel Minhos hand on his shoulder, it was burned to his skin, it still felt hot. This drastic change in Minhos tone made seungmin feel different almost shocked. “I’ll tell the boys we made up, yeah?” Minho said as he started to walk backwards to the garage door, his head tilted and his lips curled to a mocking smile. Seungmin just stood frozen, Minho chuckled at that. “See you inside!” Minho said before filling turning around to open the garage door and head inside to the house. After the door closed seungmin let out a small sigh, one he didn’t know he was holding in. “That bastard.”

THE END 😜

[bangchansspicybuldak]

[TEASER]

Chapter One: words existed (but yours broke my heart)

(available on Ao3, find on thenightsoftingles)

Genre: Angst, Slow burn, Unrequited Love, Misscommunication.

Pairing: 2min.

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i. It's stupid now— come on.

Minho Hyung hums, sitting across from Hyunjin who was eyeing Jisung wildly. Concerned, if Seungmin is to correct himself.

Probably stupid.

But wasn't he?

It was the look of Minho Hyung that cracked him.

Fond, soft─ concerned when Jisung huffed and coughed a little, and Minho Hyung, ever the caring hyung, pushed the glass of water in front of him.

Like Seungmin did. Blindly to his heart. The to and fro stopped when they agreed not to play anymore.

Seungmin reassures himself again that he wasn't jealous of Jisung, but jealous of himself to be so stupid to think that he was jealous of Jisung.

"You did not!" Jisung gasps dramatically.

Ah, turns out Minho Hyung bought Jisung cheesecake, too.

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ii. Felix takes a deep breath in between his speech, eyes closing when Seungmin gently towels the clean and wet dishes.

Minho Hyung doesn't like half-job done. He owns the kitchen of the cuties' dorm, rhetorically.

"All I say is, come with me and Innie to this brand new, cute cafe and-"

"You should go."

"What?"

"You should go with Innie."

Resilient. That is what his heart is. Like a stupid, possessive organ whose only function is to pump blood.

The noise of thump thump thump hurts his ears with guilt when Felix's smile falters. It falters, then it falls.

Être fleur bleue.

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iii. "I know that you hate the skin. I peeled it. You will eat them when you feel like eating." No, it was not a demand, but closer to a command.

Seungmin is picky and does not get his hoard without whining, at the very least to a cat with claws. And this?

His ocean is no longer getting pulled or pushed, it's thrown upside down by this moon.

What are you doing to me, Hyung?

Seungmin sits there still, the plate of Apples is still untouched, now covered with another plate.

The ocean flip-flops. It squeezes behind his chest, trying to be free.

Calm down you pot, Seungmin hisses to his heart silently.

He thinks what it'd be like to be Minho Hyung's favourite.

Avoir un cœur d’artichaut.

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iv. Seungmin lets himself breathe in and out.

He lets himself be pushed in the careful bursting biceps of a muscle-bound, big sweetheart.

He lets his hyung nuzzle closer to him.

It takes him time to answer, and Changbin waits. Like he always does.

And Seungmin, ever the coward, replies what could be a half lie, "As if I will be anything but fine."

No, Seungmin supplements to his Porcelain pot. Changbin cannot fill that space.

Even if he tries to. Even if Seungmin is to try and think about something other than the cold, freezing water.

The water body that he is finally getting used to.

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v. As if conversationally, he reaches for more skewered meat and when he realizes that the plates are empty, he rises immediately.

Purchasing his time.

"The only one who is botherful," Minho says through the died-down laughter, picking up more meat from the kitchen station, "is you, Kim Seungmin."

He finishes and Seungmin hears something shattering.

When Minho doesn't get another snarky reply from Seungmin, he turns around and sees him standing near the kitchen.

The words are made to hurt when it is required to. But your words... they hurt the most.

Seungmin's lips are drawn in a thin line, and when he speaks, it quivers. "You know, Hyung", he takes a ragged breath to stop shaking, "You can just say that you hate me."

It's quiet. It's too quiet.

The shattering continues. Each piece of the Porcelain pot continues to fall into the black void, back to the burning pit of fire, making such a loud noise that Seungmin's ears ring.

Or: Seungmin and Minho share a Porcelain pot. Once it breaks, everything shatters between them.

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[seospicybin]

OHHHHH MY JAKE PERALTA 🥰 that's definitely in my top 3 comfort tv series. It's so healing and the characters are so so well written, like yours!!!!

ah yeah... that red fit.... all the fits... all that skin uncovered.... the forehead.... the cockiness.... i was on my knees.....

I started to think that every character in B99 is a mix of two skz members like their personalities in one person. Jake Peralta is Minsung, Amy is Chanlix, Captain Holt is vocalracha, Rosa is 2min, Terry is Binchan, Boyle is Jeonglix and Gina is Hyunho and who else do I miss? I'm giggling as I'm writing this 😂😂😂

[peppertaemint]

The way tkk don't get along (as in bitchy to each other) is hilarious and the only reason i can be interested in them. Seeing Jungkook go "why are you here" in that vlive or when Tae was saying he can outdance Hobi and the rest were thinking and being polite while Jungkook flat out said "no"..I mean. Tkks love to say how "cold" he is to others or Jimin and how he doesn't like being with him when it can't be more obvious that they are projecting everything that happened with tkk on the other bonds. I can like tkk as bitchy frat bros but there's not a shread of romance there. Non. They are both hot in a global sense and that's the only reason women and girls force romance on them and creating a made up romantic relationship that isn't there

Them not getting along is peak entertainment, because they don't even fight like people who care. You know when people who are crazy about each other fight and it gets all bitchy and hurt feelings and then someone's sorry etc - TKK are the opposite. It's just like dead pan, dead ass rude shit. 💀

The frying pan incident is my favorite. JK saying be careful he doesn't fling the pajeon on JM and Tae is no where near JM. Daddy Jin was so unimpressed that, if I remember rightly, he told lil Kookie off at one point. Ah, memories.

See, to come back to my hobby, I contrast this with 2Min getting in a spat and Minho immediately going 😳🥺 when Taemin argued back. As the programmed AI Minho to say, Minho can't stand Taemin being mad with him. Cute.

[tamarakkoarchive]

FE3H livetweet thread (3/3)

i refuse to believe they designed this class for anyone other than this fucker. absolute zero mention of anything slightly resembling japan but yeah sure here's felix acting like a weeb

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me: yay we killed hubert and edelgard aside some students we never bothered giving a gift before! can we go to the sidestory now? 3H: *105 hours in* no

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damn funny that even at this point cyril still throws this pissed ass face at byleth

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the most cursed thing abt 3H is that it forces my brain to accept that the personas w calendar system were infinitely better designed than this lol

it dumbfounds me how limited the opportunities to grind and fix your weapons are like i tried my best to keep everyone at check and in the end i arrive at the decisive battle w my most important gear unable to use

like yeah whatever i can accept the stupid dating sim mechanics and i can ignore the game not giving any information whatsoever abt what shit my units are learning in the classes they're in but the shop system is so stupidly restricting and convoluted to use???

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i hate so much the fact i have to keep switching windows all the time to buy and sell shit FOR EVERY DIFFERENT CHARACTER when in games severely older than this you could do everything in one screen

idk i rly can't believe this is the thing it ultimately fumes me the most in 3H lol there's barely any story and you do supports and quests mindlessly tapping in less than 2min but every fucking time you go to the market it takes hours trying to remember what your inventory has

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catherine we saved this bitch TWO MISSIONS AGO

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okay nvm rip

the "YOU GOT MICROWAVED AS A BABY *dies*" thing really likes to follow wherever i go

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the time has arrived. sadly petra isn't available for boobleth so i ultimately decided to go w the one most fit for the route i went to i guess. gotta console the now motherless boy

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FROM ALL THE /GAZILLION/ WAYS THEY COULD'VE WRITTEN THIS CONFESSION SCENE THEY WENT W ONE W THE WORST IMPLICATIONS RNDNGNS

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byleth: rhea is gone and all but look i'm still here :) cyril: ah cool! i was rhea's house servant before so from now i'll be yours, since you're telling me i can't run away byleth:

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they 100% did the same w dedue didn't they. i'm not even gonna bother checking bc i know they must have done it

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i thought i wouldn't be into post timeskip bernie much but she ended up growing on me, still the same funny critter but tried her hardest to keep up and look presentable bc her school mean a lot to her... rest well my baby

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okay nvm girl won't get to rest LMFAOOOOO

i wanted caspar to have a fitting girl that wasn't byleth and a few others could fit but i'm specially fond of bernie bc both of them are the funniest 3H characters to me... cheers to my funny rats fucking and making children

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wait WAIT EXCUSE ME????????????????? PETRA????????????? MOTHERFUCKER WASN'T AN OPTION FOR ME BUT STILL GOES FOR DOROTHEA??????????

damn........ ngl mad respect for dorothea just silently snatching her from behind my back

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so... that was it for the main story sorry to confirm but yeah i won't be playing other routes, i'll check the sidestory tho

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thinking back and man they REALLY wanted to keep the masterxslave thing on top of already so much shit byleth has over cyril like girl just keep it at oneeshota, people are here for that!!!! intsys rolling their eyes at S supports for all genders but raceplay is added w gusto s2

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when i see cyril being iliterate while tiring himself doing chores and being a soldier for rhea like i can't in full honesty not despise rhea like what did you do to him you brainwashing church dragon freak.... byleth's lesbian list selection is terrifyingly bleak

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4 hrs into sidestory so far the party is fixed and only has returning characters idc for, i guess the underground dwellers setting is slightly more interesting but the exclusive cast is still made of ex-nobles and magical bloodlines so uh... yeah playing as dudeleth for a change

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it sucks how edel was the only opposing force in this game bc everyone else just passively goes along w whatever rhea decides in the end even if they dislike it "don't worry you can contine living in the slums if you wish to ^^"

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welp 125 hours was my limit here. i couldn't grow a glimpse of interest for the story since the very first few hours, you keep going expecting some type of big shift or at least a reward for investing in specific characters over others but it's as barebones as a gacha game

i was told awakening was like 30~40 hours long and cmon?? this is exactly the max a run of 3H should've been?? they stretched a dryass plot and for what... for the player to get dumped all info at the last minute like are we in a professor layton game

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"what's the lesson here?" "no more calendar rpgs!" "anything else?" "FIRE EMBLEM IS NOT TO BE TRUSTED!"

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me: i love how so far my complaint of FE and royal bloodlines had as a rebuttal only a single protagonist which is ike in theory. if ike disappoints me then it's over for the entire franchise

friend: I'm curious about what will you think. I heard he's the only non royal but there seem to be playable royalty characters so genuinely I wonder if they drop the ball like Echoes

me: i can't help but feel wary of ike being overhyped bc of how often i heard abt echoes and 3H being 'the better ones' and then turns out echoes is sexist and 3H is an absolutely insane white savior parade LOL next thing you're gonna tell me is that ike is an incel or eats children

friend: I feel the same lmao It would be a positive surprise but rn I'm convinced that FE as a whole just can't not mess up horribly when dealing with the most basic social issues. I'm just going for the wide array of fucked up blorbos and the stories are a moot point.

me: nobles having fucked up dynamics should be such a to-go for a series like this, i couldn't believe how irrelevant and generic the enemies you fight against in 3H are, even their hair color are bland like a background character in anime gjlkdfgl

friend: Yea, like even period dramas focused on royalty fumble the bag when they try to address plebs while keeping their protagonists undeniably good people. Just go with court drama. Omg that was extra disappointing because so many place and people full names and what for

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tbh no wonder the FE x SMT crossover turned into FE x persona bc smt is anti-fire emblem to its core... smt exists specifically to shit on law so the moment it gives leverage to royalty it wouldn't be smt anymore

"but that's it! it's exactly for them being opposites that the crossover would be interesting!" you and i both know they would write a generic lukewarm message and just focus on nobles and demons being cool fighting side by side or whatever instead of dismantling oligarchy

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Originally written from Feb 26 to Mar 22, 2024

[diagonal-queen]

thungo thursday pt2

ep 6 (put it under a cut because this one is LONG)

fukuchi be like 'the agency couldn't possibly be smart enough to- oh wait nvm i forgot ranpo existed lol' like more than once and i think that is testament to the fact that RANPO BEST BOY

'have you forgotten? we're terrorists' ICONIC BEHAVIOUR

man and i complain about doing one 37 hour work week. after this one week the agency needs to take a NAP. AND THE MAFIA TOO. imagine there's like just no criminal activity or anything for like three days and everyone's like ?? but on day 4 atsushi and akutagawa are fighting to the death at the port and everyone is like 'ah. business as usual' lmaoooo

omg every time the hunting dogs song comes on i get so hyped lmao im like yESSS ACTION

'that man, that demon, the evillest most scawy man ever in the world....etc etc' and its just some guy doing the most coy babygirl pose a guy can possibly do

wait DAZAI WHAT DID YOU DO. HOW DID YOU DO IT

taneda btw deserved none of this he was just some nice old dude and then sigma fucking stabbed him lmao

dazai is like the personification of the perjury mechanic in drv3. 'go on lie. you gotta. lie now. cmon pussy you wont'

OH MY GOD CHUUYA

my god fyozai is so fucking babygirl. also wdym dazai?? if the two of you were the last ones on earth you should just have gay sex. its not that hard smh

oh no dazai falled down through the flore

OH MY GOD MYKOLA AND SIGMA

BESTIE??

BESTIE?????

BESTIE????????????????

BESTIE??????????????????????

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dm me if you want to receive a free 2min audio file of me laughing about this (i have a headache from laughing. my throat fucking hurts so bad. i'm pretty sure it's actually bleeding. my eyes are moist with tears. BESTIE???????)

do you even needa ask why i'm here?? ⭐️❤️☺️ *voice drops 6 octaves* i'm here to murder you 👹👹👹

and then after that fyodor was just like 'teehee he's so romantic x' like bro

dazai: *turns to the camera like he's on the office* waow

i love mykola's little laugh it's so silley

omg they're actually animating him so well. bones must've seen the reception from s4 and decided to step it up 💀

dazai and fyodor are simultaneously evil grown men and bimbo highschool girls and it's such a look. 'omg ur friends are so cute <3' 'omg right???' also mykola my beloved i want to be yours forever pls

i love how bram's acting all tough like aya can't just open the casket and leave and render him thoroughly powerless lmao

omg the official anime aya and bram sillies begin. we've been waiting for this for months folks so far so good

it was already pretty funny that aya is carrying bram like a backpack but actually seeing her running with him on her back is like a billion times funnier especially since this shit is life or death. but she just got a whole entire vampire on her back no problem sjhsksjssjhj

sigma: watashi wa shiguma me: fucking superb you funky little toddler

imagine if it was a fucking prank this whole time and mykola just injected them with a slow-working sedative or something that would be so funny. like all of this for nothing sksjksjsjks and then he just stabs fyodor or something the end. boom world save

oh ok nvm the vampires can talk just fine i guess lmao. also i genuinely cant tell if im supposed to be taking this episode seriously or not. one second people are being brutally slaughtered next moment silley little guys??? such is the way of bsd i guess

'you're a failure of a woman' my dude she is literally 10 years old she is nowhere close to being a woman shut your misogynistic ass up lmao

OKAY BECAUSE ok ok listen i was wondering what music they were gonna use for bram and when i heard the ending music i was like 'ok a little anticlimactic but i understand' and then it TRANSITIONED into the ACTUAL ENDING??? 10/10

hehe. bestie

[icharchivist]

Also since the anons clowned me and i'm clowning myself about it, peak icha moment you missed if you didn't watch my stream.

when i unlocked some Fate Episodes, i tried to do Djeeta's battle Fate Episode.

And i went into it like, damn, so weird, Djeeta is alone in this quest?

and i had to defend something and i was with just Djeeta and it was HELL it took me FOREVER

and during the last wave of enemy i would get a game over bc the thing i'm supposed to defend gets too damaged

and i tried multiple times, but none could do, so i went :/ well i'll come back when i'm stronger.

anyway wouldn't you know that. Djeeta isn't supposed to be alone at all!

i had just totally forgotten to set up a party for the quest.

like someone normally do.

tee hee.

so in the end the fight took me 2mins.

and the anons all saw me go "wait. why are the others fate episode playable with parties. .... was Djeeta supposed to be alone or did i forget to set her up in a party. Ah."

and this is why you watch as i make a fool of myself on livestreams 👍