#MY BRAIN IS SORT OF BRAINING

[minhosimthings]

Je Te Veux: A Jay Fic

Chapter 2: Cupcakes and Construction Sites Part two continuation

Part 1 ||| Part 2

The room was dark. There was a man standing in the corner with a whip in his hand. Wine bottles were laying on the dirty floor as a huge greenish black watch hund from the ceiling. There were four chairs and on them lay the dead bodies of your parents, Heeseung and Yuna. "Y/N!" The room spun around and around as your favourite song played from nowhere. There was a voice calling your name in a motherly tone. You were lured towards it. "Y/N. Please wake up!" You followed the voice and started falling and you wouldn't stop. Was this your fall from heaven? Or your descent to hell? You hadn't a single idea but you kept falling, accepting your fate. You were about to reach the ground when-

"She's awake! Heeseung she's awake! Darling oh my darling. We were so worried." You were in your bed and your mother was above you as your brother and Yuna lingered closed by. Your mother was in tears and you father was holding her by her shoulders. The family doctor, Seungkwan was also there. You got up slowly, still shaken by your dream. Dreams were something that was very important to your health. You had a mental condition to have very vivid dreams which you couldn't control. Usually these dreams occured when you were in intense pain, both physical and mental.

"Wha- what happened mum?" You said in such a weak voice that your mother burst into tears again. Yuna took your hand gently and explained "You fell into the big construction pile outside and hit your head Y/N. You got a concussion but thankfully you didn't have much blood loss. Seungkwan thinks that the fall must have triggered your dream thingy, cause you were shouting and shaking like crazy. Jay bought you up here. He was with you right?" Heeseung tightened his shoulders slightly and asked in a serious tone "What were you doing with Jay, Y/N?" You blinked twice and said "I was having a glass of wine with him by the sycamore tree. He invited me in the morning. I can show you the sticky note he put on my door with the message, Heeseung." Heeseung's eyes softened at that as he got up and went to Seungkwan who was standing awkwardly in the corner. After five minutes he came back and told your parents, "Mum, Dad. We should allow her to rest for a while. I think we should probably have dinner. Seungkwan told you to have dinner later Y/N." He shook his eyes towards you as you lay down again and let go of Yuna's hand. You were going to ask to meet Jay to thank him but you decided to thank him tomorrow. After all the fiasco that had happened to you was because you were too keen to stare into his eyes. Your mother kissed you on the forehead and your parents, Seungkwan, Heeseung and Yuna left you alone to sleep. As Yuna was about to exit, she doubled back to you, gave you a tiny pink box and said "Jay wanted me to give this to you. He said he was sorry to not have caught you in time." She smirked at her last sentence as she went on "By the way, we are going out tomorrow if you are feeling better. Heeseung wants to show the boys around your parents' part of town. Go to sleep now Y/N. Love ya." She got up and swiftly moved out your room, slamming the door behind her. Left alone, you slowly opened the pink box to find the remaining mint chocolate cupcake and a tiny handkerchief inside. You picked up the handkerchief and twirled it in your hands. It was silk and purple, embroidered with Hyacinths. As you were about to get up to keep the box in your mini fridge, a note fell out of the box. Picking it up, you opened it to find loopy handwriting and Jay's signature. The text of the note ran - 'I am sorry for not being able to save you in time. I give you this handkerchief as a sort of apology gift. I hope you like my embroidery.'

You sat on your bed again and kicked your feet in the air as you felt your head getting better by the second. Tomorrow was going to be a fun day. You would go on an excursion with Jay and you would get to stare at him again and you would be having fun with your family for once in a long time.

After a while, you felt good enough to go down for dinner. It was nine am but you didn't care. No one could stop your hungry monster of a stomach. You poked your head out the bedroom door to make sure everyone was in their rooms so that you avoided any sympathetic conversations. Taking note of the silence, you stepped out in your bath robe and your fluffy baby blue slippers and went straight down to the kitchens. You knew all the maids and chefs would have gone home by now so the kitchen would be empty, bar you and your ravenous stomach. The kitchen smelled like parsley, cumin and lemon and something else which. It was probably the head chef Felix,staying back late in order to experiment with the food. You sometimes helped him with his shenanigans and you always took full responsibility if you both were ever caught. His older brother Minho ran a bakery which was your favourite. Coincidentally it was where Jay had gotten the cupcakes from. You always joked that culinary skills probably ran in Felix's family.

The characters of Peter Pan were what your family used as code names. You were Wendy, Heeseung was Peter, your parents, Mr and Mrs Darling and Yuna got the honorable title of Tinker Bell. Why was Jay talking about killing your father? And why did he have no glint of emotion in his voice when he spoke that sentence about you? Your brain rushed into thoughts as you drifted off once again into troubled sleep.

Stepping into the main kitchen you opened the large fridge rather aggressively and found two big twin purple containers ok the second compartment which had the note 'I know you'll take this Y/N. I made your favourite' stuck to them. Felix probably found out about your little accident and made you something. He was a sunshine much like Sunoo and he and Sunoo usually spent time together whenever Jungwon and him would stay over. Inside the containers were your favourite Ramyeon and brownies, Felix's speciality. You sat on the clean blue, marble counter and ate the Ramyeon with your chopsticks straight from the container. You parents always encouraged you to do your own dishes, instead of asking the maids to so you did not want to be stuck cleaning both the container and a plate. You didn't take note of how late it was when you started the very short journey back to your room and mindlessly wandered onto one of the balconies of the mansion. The balconies always had the greatest view of the garden and the Seoul skyline. All the balconies I'm the mansion were next to each other so you could see anyone on the the balconies next to yours. You could hear some very interesting noises from Heeseung and Yuna's bedroom, but you abandoned it and turned, instead to look at a figure walking around on the third balcony to your right. You figured it must be Chan, who likes to walk around late and write poems in the moonlight. You decided to be a bit of a brat and scare Chan, so you descended downstairs and onto the stairs of the balcony he was on. On reaching the second last step, however you heard a voice which definetly did not belong to Chan. It didn't belong to any person you knew, who was currently staying in the house. It was of a cold tone which gave you chills, which wasn't from the cold wind blowing outside. However as the person moved towards the light of the lantern hanging outside, you recognised the familiar face. It was someone who looked and sounded like Jay, clad in the same outfit Jay was wearing when he was with you. He was talking to someone on the phone in a voice unlike the one he used when he talked with you. You could make out bits of the words he was saying. You heart, however, stopped when you heard his say a very peculiar sentence, "Mr. Darling will be killed in two days father. Although I do not want to upset Wendy." You stood in your tracks for five minutes and then ran out to your room as fast as you can before Jay could spot your hunched figure.

[archi-pelago]

i'm not a dog and you're not a mare

[supreme-leader-stoat]

Shout-out to the bumper sticker I saw the other day that made me feel one second of pure, incandescent rage, which I have replicated in complete accuracy below:

[elodieunderglass]

changes and trends in horror-genre films are linked to the anxieties of the culture in its time and place. Vampires are the manifestation of grappling with sexuality; aliens, of foreign influence. Horror from the Cold War is about apathy and annihilation; classic Japanese horror is characterised by “nature’s revenge”; psychological horror plays with anxieties that absorbed its audience, like pregnancy/abortion, mental illness, femininity. Some horror presses on the bruise of being trapped in a situation with upsetting tasks to complete, especially ones that compromise you as a person - reflecting the horrors and anxieties of capitalism etc etc etc. Cosmic horror is slightly out of fashion because our culture is more comfortable with, even wistful for, “the unknown.” Monster horror now has to be aware of itself, as a contingent of people now live in the freedom and comfort of saying “I would willingly, gladly, even preferentially fuck that monster.” But I don’t know much about films or genres: that ground has been covered by cleverer people.

I don’t actually like horror or movies. What interests me at the moment is how horror of the 2020s has an element of perception and paying attention.

Multiple movies in one year discussed monsters that killed you if you perceived them. There are monsters you can’t look at; monsters that kill you instantly if you get their attention. Monsters where you have to be silent, look down, hold still: pray that they pass over you. M Zombies have changed from a hand-waved virus that covers extras in splashy gore, to insidious spores. A disaster film is called Don’t Look Up, a horror film is called Nope. Even trashy nun horror sets up strange premises of keeping your eyes fixed on something as the devil GETS you.

No idea if this is anything. (I haven’t seen any of these things because, unfortunately, I hate them.) Someone who understands better than me could say something clever here, and I hope they do.

But the thing I’m thinking about is what this will look like to the future, as the Victorian sex vampires and Cold War anxieties look to us. I think they’ll have a little sympathy, but they probably won’t. You poor little prey animals, the kids will say, you were awfully afraid of facing up to things, weren’t you?

[lazylittledragon]

you know what fuck it we’re doing dadstarion

[timethehobo]

Dressing the blorbo up just because. 🫢

[rendevok]

Moon dance 🌕✨

[skyenish]

Jamil doodles for warmup (it’s 2 am)

[vicaly]

"What I'd do for you"

A little AU idea I had in which Nari and the Lamb end up being happily married for millions of years, new gods begin to rise to power, Narinder ends up going to challenge them and kill them thinking their just pests and then dies himself because only a god can kill a god. Then the Lamb finds out a little to late and is able to revive Narinder's soul but only fragments of his husbands memories, the Lamb already put in chains by the new deities who fear the power of death.

A cool swap if you will to how Narinder and the Lamb first meet, except the Lamb is much more charismatic and cheeky. Plus I got to explore the fog of Narinder's domain has when you first meet him in game and how the Lamb would use it to hide the true extent of what they actually are vs how Nari vaguely remembers them along side hiding the chains in their wool :D

I'd like to think a lot of badass battling ensues the more Narinder remembers because the crown begins to trust Nari more with the powers of it! And not having to be worried about him becoming greedy and unknowingly betray his husband as seen in the last image :)

[juniemunie]

[Abandoned by the Lightners, his heart became cracked with hatred.]

Hitting a lil' too close to home?

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

anyone else have multiple traumatic memories associated specifically with holidays/family vacations? because that is a topic I never see discussed in all the So You Had A Shitty Childhood, Now What? self-help books i've been reading. but for me, it was a significant thing. and the more i think about it the more it seems like this would be an (unfortunately) common experience. would be grateful to hear if this matches other peoples' experiences...

[prittiswaggy-co]

They kith :3

Also uncolored ver bc it was cool looking...

[vaguely-concerned]

one of my favorite garak mannerisms is whenever someone says something to him he clearly finds completely wild and his eyes briefly widen like

before he reacts properly. when someone tells you something SO fucking stupid that you momentarily turn into a muppet

[paintedcrows]

Christmas post incoming 👁🎄 ...wish I could say this was anywhere near the most cursed thing I've drawn but well... there's a lot of competition

[archiepelago]

alternate surface au inspired by a few ive seen around on tumblr :3

[touchlikethesun]

airplane as a cosmic force in the pidw universe except in a spinozic sense where he is one and the same with every being and thing without any real conscious control on airplane’s part. and this explains why everyone loves shen yuan so much. in their original world shen yuan was the one person that wanted more for airplane and airplane fell deeply in love with him, this witty insane caring person that stayed with him from pidw’s inception, and that love is imbued into the world. the people of pidw can’t help but be drawn to shen yuan. love for shen yuan is literally part of their essence. even the storms and the sun are gentler for shen yuan. not that shen yuan notices the affection he so naturally engenders or the little pocket of temperateness that follows him where ever he goes. and not that airplane himself is even consciously aware that that is what's happening either. just a thought to entertain x