#am a little tiny bit dum

[dailypearldoodles]

Day 369

Did I redesign my copper golem pearl design when i just made it a week or so ago? yes and you cant stop me

if you cant tell i took inspo from the totk constructs, because i wanted to focus a bit more on the build of the copper golems. mainly, like iron golems they have very long arms in comparison to their bodies, and i thought this would be fun :D

[smolghostbot]

Heartbeat

A fluffy Patchwork Melody comfypasta I wrote the other night while experiencing some The Horrors in order to calm myself down. I've said before that I am extremely normal about heartbeats and this is kinda an exploration of that I am not sorry about it.

The line break about halfway through denotes a POV shift, if the second-person writing makes that unclear.

Word Count: 600 Character bios in my pinned post

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His breathing is frantic, fast, panicked. You know it’s faster than yours normally, but it’s clear that he’s having a moment again.

“How can I help?” You ask, though you know what he’ll say. Sure enough, he moves one of his hands near his own heart. You understand instantly. Gently scooping him into your hand, you feel his heartbeat, like an engine.

Bump bump bump bump bump

You lay down on the couch, and gently open your hand, placing him on your chest. From the other side of your shirt, you can still feel his small heartbeat, still going wild.

Bump bump bump bump bump

“How about we watch some TV for a bit?” You say, though you know it’s for your sake more than his. He nods as he buries himself into the cotton of your shirt. Despite how often you lay like this, you always feel anxious about it. He’s so small, so soft. The fear and anxiety rises in your own heart, but you catch yourself. Deep breaths, we can’t both panic.

Sights, feelings, sounds.

The TV, playing the theme song of your favorite cartoon. The window, an opening to the rainy outdoors. Raindrops hitting the glass. And of course, your little partner, laying down in the center of your chest, pointed ear pressed against your shirt.

The feeling of his tiny body on you, the warmth radiating from such a small being. The couch, old but reliable. And his ever-present heartbeat pressed against yours.

Bump bump bump bump bump

It’s fast, but as you relax, you can feel him relax too. It slows, still much faster than your own, but slower. Good.

—

Ba-dum… … … Ba-dum…

You lay there, on the vast surface of your partner’s chest, taking in every one of their heartbeats. The speed is slow, rhythmic.

Ba-dum… … … Ba-dum…

Your heart still screams, fast in terror and anxiety. You feel a pounding in your chest, panic in your heart and memories in your mind.

Bump bump bump bump bump

No. Listen to hers. Slow, steady, gentle. You’re safe. She’s laying there, looking at you, adoration on her face.

Ba-dum… … … Ba-dum…

They joke about it sometimes. “Dude, we’re partners, you don’t need an excuse if you want to lay there,” they say. You playfully slap at their pajama shirt. “Shut up”, you’d say, if you had the words. But the two of you don’t always need words to communicate.

Ba-dum… … … Ba-dum…

The overwhelming bass of their heart, beating so slowly compared to your own, so deliberately. It’s calming, the slow beats, like a metronome for your breathing. In, out. In, and out. You are safe. You are okay. She is here.

Ba-dum… … … Ba-dum…

Remember what she says. Sights, feelings, sounds. This is easy.

Your human partner, taking up most of your surroundings. The window, rain beating gently against the glass. The TV, playing some cartoon she loves. A collection of plants and books watching from the shelves.

Ba-dum… … … Ba-dum…

The soft cotton of their shirt, the coarser fabric of yours. The heat of their body, a soft warmth. The gentle swaying of their chest as they breathe, causing you to rise and fall gently. The sensation is like floating, a gentle rocking motion.

Ba-dum… … … Ba-dum…

And the sounds. The sounds of the rain outside, the soft sounds of the quiet TV, and of course, that ever present heartbeat.

Ba-dum… … … Ba-dum…

You close your eyes. “You’re not even watching the show anymore, are you?” she says with a smirk. She knows you aren’t. Her hand moves, covering you like a blanket, as your eyes flutter closed, and you drift off to sleep.

[aquaquadrant]

(writing as i read lol, this isn't even an ask its a live reaction- do you like those- do people even normally do this- also am i late i dont know tumblr doesnt have dates)

NOT IN A MILLION YEARS DID I EVEN CONSIDER THE CONFRONTATION WAS GONNA HAPPEN IN FRONT OF JIMMY AHHHH

and the soulbound emotions thing- ooh i forgot about that headcanon thing!!

bravo's feeling guilty now- hopefully- he better be- the question mark on my keyboard is not working-

oh never mind then i hate bravo

OF COURSE WHAT BRINGS TANGO DOWN ID HIM CARING ABOUT JIMMY A H H H not guilt he can't handle any more-

atlas i am gonna kill him where is my gun

OH AM I SO GONNA KILL HIM

no jimmy people take you seriously just hahdjghjehs yeah im not gonna lie to you-

bravo i hate you a tiny bit less now

im stabbing atlas

AH YES THE LONG AWAITED FEATHER FACTORY who'd like some golden feathered arrows for the low low price of your humanity and any scrap of compassion you have left~

yay double life is here :D

ooooh they are so cool at fighting :D

oh no

bravo i hate you a little less more now (i would still kill you on site but we could be friends after that maybe, yknow-)

tangooo child noo be okay :(

oh hm bravo back in hels i do not think that will go well for him

bravo dont be dum pls

wIllIngly (oh lol its all l's)

he pulled a tango! (sort of-)

bravo i dont know how well it'll go for you but ayy get timmy out of this horrible place (i read the ask that said things get worse im scareddd)

that's all, huh. i genuinely thought tango was gonna go back.

well i hope that doesnt end up happening (i lie i live for angst)

excited for whatever comes next :D

-🦑

are u kidding i LOVE live-blog reactions, that’s actually what mel does when she reads each new update i send her.

bravo is a very fun, complex character to write. he’s the protagonist in his own mind, an antagonist to tango, but there’s also an ‘enemy of my enemy’ thing going on w him and atlas that’s now got flipped on it’s head. LOTS of interesting dynamics.

and dw, the story is far from being over. we’ve got three more chapters and an epilogue. this confrontation was just the start of the action, if u can believe it :3

[lords-of-fortune]

not on that list but what are your wardens + hawkes dogs named?

I have the answer to this hidden somewhere in the depths of this blog beneath all the silly stuff lol, but I will absolutely answer this somewhere more visible ajskdl

Rodaine named his dog Babygirl. I'm gonna be honest I wasn't thinking about him as a character when I named his dog so I'm not sure what would have sparked the inspiration for him naming his dog this ajsjkd

Alding's dog is named Mochi. I let my roommate name him so again I didn't really think about what that might mean for Alding's character. Does mochi exist in Thedas? Probably not.

I'm adding Dessa in here even though I don't have her on my character page yet bc I just named her dog and I actually did think about it for more than half a second: Dessa named her dog Soris. Mostly because she misses her cousin but also just a little to dunk on him (affectionately of course)

Darien is the other one who I put thought into the dog name. His dog is called Peregrine. I think peregrines are technically falcons but this one is a Peregrine Hawke (ba-dum tsh)

Thank you for asking!

(Also idk if you are the same anon who sent the other question but I am working on that one, it's just gonna take a tiny bit of time to gather my thoughts)

[st4rsinthenight]

★M'kay, I am calm now, I suppose. Still a bit shocked, in a positive manner of course.— Im still happy stimming while typing this. /srs

maybe your sona got caught snatching donnie's stuff (つω`｡)?? it's supposed to be present dontron,, but he looks like future donnie so i guess he can also be that...? whatever you want!!! ヽ(>∀<☆)ノ(((o(*°▽°*)o)) (((o(*°▽°*)o)))

huuhhhh. it is a pretty cool scenario erh, they are like a alien borrower, who is a little too curious about the kind of stuff thay humans.. mutants— living beings in general have and such. Curiousity got the cat killed expect the cat is stellar being from outer space and.. they are not killed, yet, but rather caught by a mutant softshell who is also a scientist. Get caught little dum-dum, they be chased around for interrogation and such (—‹ —).

*..little nightmares theme songs playing in the background* (specifically 'The Way Out' it would be suitable for a chase that may or may not escalate into something more.. heated in the process?? I dunno)

((alt context could be that steren accidentally vwooped themself into the bad end future and was noticed by future purple man? (•⩊•)))

Oooh, Isekai I see— and in an universe where the world is basically infested with alien species. Alien species which tale says that they came from the stars as well.. wait a moment that could giveanotherreasonfordonnietohuntthemdown. /silly They may be seen as some sort of a threat to the base, thanks to how the Kraang has destimated the planet and well.. steren/astro is an alien after all.

Also the reference that you used for my sona is like peak humour. I think. /gen

the original donnie looking down at steren before i realized it doesn't quite make sense and extended it with the addition of tilting everything,,, and the height difference between steren and donnie ((6 inches is 15.20 cm and 5'3 is 160 cm)) that i used!!!

Okay so, I assume that you had trouble with the perspective. Understandable, drawing perspective sucks and it can look a bit.. odd. More so trying to accurately capture the height/angle that you want the characters to look at. If that makes sense (—‹ —;). Though it is still cool that you tried, and you as well did some research on their heights as well— (accuracy is cool guys) /gen + /pos.

I feel envious of my sona's height. Why can't I be at a size where I can reach someone's ankle ?? I mean, I would encourage them to bite his ankle (and steal his moment) in case he tries to capture em or something that. Erh, they have no mouth. So that would not be an option. Still, I can envision them latching their tiny form onto his ankle or something and such, muahaha — scare the smart kid (or ..the old man).

sorry if i'm annoying you with these random art posts,, i don't want to make you feel like you have to respond every time (＃＞＜) (＃＞＜) !!!

M'kay, two words: It's fine

..more words, feel free to skip through this: I actually feel quite happy when you, or anyone else for that matter, creates something based on my stuff and such. Though I may get a little overwhelmed by it, positively though, I am not annoyed, you don't have to worry about that. As for you being worried about me feeling pressured about giving feedback, it's okay honestly. I do enjoy giving feedback to others and let them know that I acknowledge their work and such— as well as share my thoughts on stuff that is either made for me, or not. Though, I may not always give the same kind of lengthful feedback. I think. So in short, yeah, you're fine (0 ›0). /gen

i remember seeing you say something about a first-person g/t horror game and i thought of this a while after!! i think i drew this two to three days ago?? i drew steren first then donatello;;

..weeeergggg. /POS

first thing I am noticing is that you took inspiration of my idea for a G/t first person horror game. which, woah— this just give me the idea of—

*... little nightmares theme songs increasing in volume*

after that i realized that if i wanted it to be from the pov of steren looking up at him; i'd have to either redraw the entire thing ((i realized it only after i finished rendering)) or duplicate everything and use the transform thingy to fix the perspective and move the color layers to fit into the lineart :PPit made me take a break from it for like a day or two cause i got a little overwhelmed after shrimping over my pc screen for a few hours but i finished it!! ta-daahhh!!!! it still kinda doesn't look right to me

...urrhhh, unneeded reminder to not let your self get overwhelmed while doing something urh— shrimping over a computer screen ain't exactly the healthiest thing y'know. Glad you allowed your self to take a breather after all that work you put onto the art-piece though.

Erhhh, what else. I dunno. Cool gift =P /gen★

click on the image and up your brightness for the second pic!!! it came out darker than i expected it to LMAO ((it looks lighter on my laptop screen :<))

@starsinthenigth i'm not sure what the context of this is,, maybe your sona got caught snatching donnie's stuff (つω`｡)?? it's supposed to be present dontron,, but he looks like future donnie so i guess he can also be that...? whatever you want!!! ヽ(>∀<☆)ノ(((o(*°▽°*)o)) (((o(*°▽°*)o)))

((alt context could be that steren accidentally vwooped themself into the bad end future and was noticed by future purple man? (•⩊•)))

from left to right;; it's the reference i used for the fisheye lens thingy ((brock lee,, found it after searching 'fisheye' on pinterest HSHFKDJF)),, the original donnie looking down at steren before i realized it doesn't quite make sense and extended it with the addition of tilting everything,,, and the height difference between steren and donnie ((6 inches is 15.20 cm and 5'3 is 160 cm)) that i used!!!

sorry if i'm annoying you with these random art posts,, i don't want to make you feel like you have to respond every time (＃＞＜) (＃＞＜) !!!

i remember seeing you say something about a first-person g/t horror game and i thought of this a while after!! i think i drew this two to three days ago?? i drew steren first then donatello;; but after that i realized that if i wanted it to be from the pov of steren looking up at him; i'd have to either redraw the entire thing ((i realized it only after i finished rendering)) or duplicate everything and use the transform thingy to fix the perspective and move the color layers to fit into the lineart :PP

it made me take a break from it for like a day or two cause i got a little overwhelmed after shrimping over my pc screen for a few hours but i finished it!! ta-daahhh!!!! it still kinda doesn't look right to me ((i feel like donnie should still be a little bigger than that..? not sure though,, i can't exactly visualize how it would look very well)) but i don't feel like editing it a second time (ノ*°▽°*) (ノ*°▽°*) !!!! /lh

[pinkuberii]

fInaLllYYY A GOOD WRITER WHOS REQS ARE OPEN AAAAAAAA can i pls have uh diluc and reader being pushed into a closet together cuz kaeya did it lol and i had this idea for so dayum long and i need somebody to write it forme cuz i am rlly dum -w- -mio tysm :DD

- Jam-Packed -

Tw: None (small spaces perhaps?)

Wc: 859

Summary: Diluc and Reader get pushed into a closet by Kaeya.

Genre: Fluff

A/N: Wow this took so long to answer life hasn't been the best atm. Thank you for your patience, mio! I hope you like it <3 // No Beta Read // Very rushed!

Masterlist -> <3

All of it happened in a blink of an eye, you and Diluc in a tiny little wooden closet that could barely fit two people in. The lack of space made it even more difficult to be in a comfortable position which explained why your limbs were practically tangled. Hell, you could even feel the man’s rushing heart and warm breath against your back.

Kaeya what have u done??? :(

“Now, this is awkward,” you managed to mumble between your lips, your heart beating with the same rhythm as Diluc’s while shifting left and right.

He had to swallow the lump in his throat before bringing out a reply, uttering a faint ‘it is’ as a response.

Poor man, he’s quite annoyed and nervous,,,

Not annoyed at you though <3

You’re just so so close to him that he’s afraid he’ll make you uncomfortable in some way

Sending my prayers to Kaeya once he finds a way out of the closet

After many failed attempts to escape you both soughed tiredly, sweat covering both of your foreheads because of the gradually increasing warmth in such a narrow space.

“It’s quite warm,” he commented, noticing the glistening drops on your forehead thanks to the slight bit of light that peeked through the closet’s doors. Sluggishly, he slipped his hand in his pants’ pocket, rummaging through it before sliding a rather fancy handkerchief out. “Here. You’re sweating, use this.”

Suddenly, your lips feebly curled upwards while gladly thanking him. Grabbing the piece out of his hands, you put it on your damp forehead right away.

He cARES 🥺

Poor thing he’s actually sweating himself…

Look Diluc is dressed like a Victorian maiden he is transpiring in bUCKETS

But on another note, he doesn’t mind being this close to you…

And the same thing applies to you as well… ;)

All of a sudden your eyes noticed the glistening spots on the crimson-eyed male’s cheeks, carefully you placed your fingertips on his sweaty face, your lips forming a small ‘o’ shape upon noticing how warm it was.

“You’re too warm… And your face—” without a second thought, you removed the handkerchief from your own face and put it on his right off, wiping the droplets away with such gentle movements.

Thank god it’s dark in the closet because Diluc is blushing-

The man in front of you muttered a soft ‘oh’ before thanking you, lips forming an unnoticeable small smile because of the kind gesture. He clearly felt his smooth locks being pushed away by you whilst the droplets of sweat were being cleansed.

Not saying he loves this, but he loves this

Especially the way your fingertips brush so frailly against his face makes him wEAK

As you were keeping yourself occupied by removing the drops on his face, Diluc’s hands lazily went to his black tie. Carefully, he loosened it whilst exhaling deeply on account of relief. “I don’t think Kaeya will let us out of here soon,” he enunciated.

With a soft nod you agreed with him, the atmosphere increasing in warmth every passing minute.

“We should do something to pass the time,” you suggested as you let your fingers run through your hair, “maybe we can talk?”

Oh no

Oh no talking-

Diluc dislikes small talk in my opinion

So do I-

Esu Diluc kinnie??? /j

“Small talk would be kind of boring and it quickly would lead to silence. I’ve read an interesting novel recently where ‘love’ itself had played a major part in it and I can’t help but wonder,” you inquired, facing him before asking your question, “what do you think love is?”

Before answering, he took his sweet time to come up with a thoroughly thought response, his face expressing impressiveness yet shyness upon such a deep question. You certainly weren’t an ordinary individual in his eyes.

“First of all, I think people have different views on what ‘love’ is. So, I’ll just be telling you my personal opinion briefly. I think love is something where you gradually become fragile and give your lover the power the destroy you, yet you trust them with your whole heart not to.”

Wow so simple yet so tender- <3

“That’s a lovely way to view it,” you muttered between your lips that were curling upward, your shoulders brushing against his as you were gazing into one another’s eyes tenderly.

He’d ask you something philosophical back-

And this would continue until the two of you were practically getting blinded by a sudden light

“Man what a conversation you two had… And I thought something exciting would happen in the closet,” the navy blue-haired man scoffed whilst looking downward with a disappointed gaze, sighing deeply before leaving the room directly.

He’s aware that Diluc would whoop his ass

“You can find me in the tavern the most evenings,” the man informed you as he was standing up, extending a hand towards you while smiling very clemently, “I must say that the conversation we just had was rather interesting. I’d appreciate it if we could talk again in a more… appropriate area.”

Now, who were you to say no?

[absolutebl]

This Week In BL - The Dog Days of BL

June 2022 Wk 4

As @heretherebedork puts it, “Messy BL summer is a GO.” 

Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs. Organized by which ones (in each category) I’m enjoying the most.

Ongoing Series - Thai

Unforgotten Nights (Weds on GaGa) Ep 1 - why yes I do like it better than KP, expectations are a bitch, aren’t they? TRASH WATCH REBORN! 

KinnPorsche (Sat iQIYI) Ep 12 - This ep featuring dum arguments, bad pottery and questionable hair. Why is Chay suddenly in an awful wig? Did he have ror dor? VegasPete are saving this show but still a dead hedgehog does not a cactus make. (Well THERE’S a sentence.) 

Sky in Your Heart (Fri YouTube) Ep 4 - It’s cute I guess.

Love Mechanics (Sat WeTV) Ep 1 - oh it’s great, also very very messy, but in my part of the world you need a sub to watch it and I am just not going to. I love YinWar, but not enough. 

Check Out (Sat IQIYI) Ep 3 - Getting back together with your ex is a bitch especially when she is? I guess we know why Daonuea was ghosted. This is definitely a messy cheating story, although actually nothing happened. 

My Secret Love (Sat YouTube Sat) Ep 5 - no ep this week, resumes next week 

Triage (Mon AISplay) Ep 9 - I’m still waiting on this ep. 

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Old Fashion Cupcake (Japan Mon Viki) Ep 3 - OMG this show is wonderful, glorious, life affirming, charming. Just leaves me with the biggest grin on my face. Frankly it’s the only BL I am genuinely enjoying right now. 

To My Star 2 (Korea Viki) Ep 5-6 - oh it is extremely painful and I just can’t. Pass me another tissue and more ttopokki. (I may be disassociating with BL because of this show.)  

Senpai, Danjite Koidewa! AKA Senpai, This Can’t be Love! (Japan Fri Viki) Ep 2 - I don’t love this one, but I love the flipped POVs. It’s taking me a while to warm to Kaneda, but I finally found him cute when I realized how painfully subby he is. Also a TOTAL praise slut. I’m not there yet but I think I’m getting there. No ep next week, resumes week after. 

Plus & Minus (Taiwan Viki *rec* & GaGa Fri) Ep 12fin - Why the baseball field? That bit I don’t get. This is probably the most cheek-kissy couple ever – kings of the trope! Both couples are cute and kiss pretty in this one. All in all, I’m satisfied. It’s not groundbreaking, I liked all the cameos. I don’t know why Vicky says that there are 15 episodes on this one. Obviously this is the end. In conclusion, solid sweet unassuming little show. Full review here. 8/10 RECOMMENDED 

Want to See You (Vietnam YT) Ep 3-4 - The faen fatale character is just so asinine in this one. The brother is truly adorable though.

Love in Spring (Korea grey) Ep 9-10 . . .   

Frankly, I picked up Alchemy of Souls which is the Kdrama take on a wuxia dumpster fire I have been waiting for. It’s het, but I do not care because it’s like CW level craptostic and apparently that was all I wanted in life. What I’m saying is: I have a limited capacity for flowing robes, scenery chewing villains, wooden female leads, and slightly terrible fight sequences. So I am less enamored of Love in Spring, and I already wasn’t much enamored of it. I’m not saying I’m DNFing, just that my judgement is off. 

Gossip

W-Story, the Korean production house behind Where Your Eyes Linger, Sherry Blossoms, You Make Me Dance, and Mr. Heart is doing a new project: Jun and Jun. No further info.

In Case You Missed It

Is 2022 Thailand’s year of the 2 Moons resurgence? KimCop had multiple dramas, Bas did Gen Y 2 and cameos, TaeTee are in Triage, Earth is back (My Secret Love), Joong is back (Star in My Heart), and my one true love Pavel is finally returning to me (Coffee Melody - July 18th on Viki). Even Domw was rumored to have a show. Pretty much we are getting a BL from every case member who could give us one. Even Green was in Tuxedo. 

Taiwanese Actor Wayne Song (HS:MODC) is officially the king of cameos: 

Next Week Looks Like This:

Even Sun starring BounPrem premieres on June 29th on iQIYI. Depicts the story of a creditor (Prem) tasked with collecting a debt (from Boun) and looks like a beach tourism promo thingy. (Trailer) 

(last week) 

[tteokggukk]

summer heat → jjk

–pairing: twin!jungkook x reader

–genre: fluff, mature (? but no smut), drabble, a minor attempt at humor, best friend’s twin brother type of thing

–words: 2.9k

–warnings: explicit language, sexual tension, tiny bit of humiliation, a hint of jungkook and reader having some sort of “history” if u squint hard enough

–summary: in an attempt to calm you down and prevent your mood from swinging due to the blazing heat, your best friend decides to go out and buy you some ice cream. you’re shocked, however, when he quickly returns and looks different, making you see him in an entirely new light and leaving you trying to resist the urge to give in to your raging hormones and just jump on him.

–a/n: i was thinking of this scenario in the shower but didn’t have the brain power to turn it into a full length story so i might just add this to a pile of drabbles that i may or may not develop heh + ive been in my jungkook feels too lately sigh + also this is unedited 

permanent taglist: @100percent-dum-dum  @mochisjoon​ @boraength @rageyoudamnednerd​ 

It was a scorching hot summer’s day. Sweat was beginning to trickle down your temples and your shirt was getting stuck to your skin, causing an irking feeling of discomfort. Looking around, you quickly grabbed an empty long folder from your best friend’s messy desk and began fanning yourself to cool down. The two of you were just there, sitting in his room in a not-so-comfortable silence.

You were currently plopped down onto a chair with your legs resting on the desk in front of you, too lazy to come up with ideas to kill your boredom.

It was a tradition for your family to travel every summer and visit a new country you hadn’t been to, but this year you had to pass the plane tickets and sight-seeing due to your best friend, Junghan, asking begging you to help him out with a month-long film project. You didn’t have the heart to decline, so you told your parents you’d stay behind and help him out which resulted in you having to stay over at Junghan’s place for the rest of the summer.

You had to admit though, a small part of you felt disinclined to stay because the project sounded like it would’ve been a tedious workload, but working with your best friend was so much more fun than you’d imagined and even the project itself turned out to be enjoyable. So far, your summer break has been spent filming and hanging out with Junghan—though hanging out usually meant staying in his room and watching romcoms all day while crying over fictional characters, ranting about how you two would never meet such perfect men in real life. It was great.

Until the air conditioner broke down.

You glanced over at Junghan, who seemed to be just as spiritless as you were while he sat in front of a fan, eyes looking empty and distant.

“I told you the air conditioner needed to be fixed,” You sighed and looked up at the ceiling, completely missing the harsh glare he sent you.

“I said I was gonna get it fixed,” He replies and turns back to the fan, his voice quieting down a little, “But the number for repair wouldn’t answer.”

“Right,” You muttered absent-mindedly, eyes staring at the ceiling while your mind was too busy trying to come up with suggestions to beat the heat, “We could go to the pool?”

“Closed,” Junghan grunts, “The mall?”

“As if we’d both drive in this state,” You rolled your eyes as you tried to get your shirt to stop sticking to your skin. Junghan glances over at you when he hears you grumbling, one of the many cues that you were beginning to feel peevish. Deciding that it was pointless to keep tugging on your shirt, you opt to take it off instead.

“You don’t mind do you?” You asked before completely removing your shirt, only leaving you in your bralette. Though you knew he never did because of the countless times he’s helped you change and pick out different outfits, you always asked out of politeness. Additionally, his zero interest in women made you feel much safer and comfortable enough to undress around him.

“I really don’t care,” He says and stands up. You hear him rumbling for a moment while you were neatly folding your shirt, and seconds later you recognize the jingling sound of keys.

“Where are you going?” You asked.

“The nearby grocery. You’re about to get grumpy and I am not going to listen to a rambling bitch for the rest of the day,” He says, rubbing his temples as he makes his way to the door.

“So you’re just gonna leave me here?” You asked, too exhausted to even glance at him. He probably wasn’t, you only asked for the dramatic effect.

“No, dumbass. I’m just gonna go and buy ice cream. See you in a bit.”

And with that Junghan leaves and closes the door shut. Only a few minutes later after the sound of the engine had gone did you decide to exert a little effort and move over to his previous spot to sit in front of the fan, the air immediately cooling your skin. You sighed in relief and grabbed a few tissues to wipe your temples dry before grabbing your phone and texting Junghan to buy some lemonade, followed by a second text telling him you’d pay him back once he returned.

You were surprised to hear, not even ten minutes later, that the car was already back and pulling up in the driveway. It couldn’t have been Junghan’s parents as they were out working, and it was only you and Junghan around—not like you two had many friends who would come and visit. Instead of rationalizing with yourself on how Junghan came back home in supersonic speed, you decide to drop it and wait for him to come up back to his room.

Someone knocks on the door, causing your brows to furrow in confusion. Since when did Junghan knock?

“Come... in?” You answer, though it came out more as a question. Your head turns at the sound of the door opening, and your eyes widen at seeing Junghan standing by the doorframe.

Looking oddly different.

“Dude,” You stood up from your place and stared him up and down, “Is that what you were really wearing when you went out?”

His eyebrows raise in shock and you catch his eyes taking a quick glimpse from your chest before quickly looking back at the perplexed look on your face, a small smirk forming on lips. You decide to ignore it.

“What a warm ‘welcome home’,” he chuckles.

“You didn’t answer me,” you replied, still oblivious to the difference in his tone.

He was wearing an all-black ensemble—a black cap, a black leather jacket, black pants that outlined his toned thighs (how have you never noticed?), and some chunky black boots—a huge contrast to his normally colorful and baggy clothing. You were genuinely curious because you hadn’t noticed what he looked like before he left the house as you were too tired and lazy to even look up and say goodbye.

“Uh, yeah. This is what I was wearing?” He narrows one of his eyes, looking confused, “Why?”

“I don’t know… since when did you wear all black?”

“Since way back then? I don’t know,” He replies, and you now noticed how his voice was unusually low. Junghan steps inside and averts his eyes from you, looking around in his room before scrimmaging through drawers as if in search for something.

“What are you looking for?” You asked, folding your arms and following him around.

“A charger,” He replies, and a chill runs down your spine at the sound of his voice. You thought maybe you’d detect how he was just trying to change his manner of speaking, but it was effortlessly low; like he wasn’t faking it or anything. It was weird because Junghan normally sounded a little more high pitched. 

“What charger?”

“A laptop charger, mine broke,” He continues searching and not once does he meet your eyes.

“Oh okay, let me help you then,” You begin to look around and help him search, “Though I don’t know what it looks like, I’ll let you know if I see a charger.”

He looks up at you and smiles, but you don’t catch him watching you as you were already busy searching, “Thanks.”

The two of you continue searching in silence, though occasionally you’d look up and glance at Junghan. What exactly was he doing? Was this for his film? Is he supposed to be in character? This new look and manner of talking that he somehow adopted after a quick trip to the grocery store did things to you. Every time he grunted in annoyance after a failed search, something in your stomach would twist and you found yourself suddenly feeling drawn, or maybe even more than drawn, to your best friend. Your gay best friend.

You shook your head to get rid of those thoughts.

Only a few minutes later did you find something that looked like a charger hiding underneath a pile of unfolded clothes before presenting it to Junghan, “Is it this?”

“Yes! Exactly that,” He jumps up from crouching over one of the drawers at the bedside and walks over to you, “Thank you.”

“Yeah, sure. I don’t know why you took such a long time searching for something in your room, though,” You rolled your eyes.

“My room?” He smiles, voice a little deeper but with a hint of amusement.

God, you could just jump on him right now.

“Yeah?” You knit your brows, “And stop doing that!”

“Stop doing what?” He asks, sitting down on the edge of the bed so he was looking up at you. He leans back a bit a folds his arms, a smile still tugging on the corner of his mouth.

Maybe it was the summer heat doing things to your head and making you think about all these things that you never thought you’d ever want to do with your gay best friend, but he seemed so in character it was actually beginning to bother you. What store did he go to exactly? And where the hell is the ice cream?

“That! What’s up with your voice? And your outfit? You look so different, it’s weird,” You folded your arms as if to mirror him.

“Weird, huh?” He asks and looks at his clothing before looking back at you.

“Not in a bad way. It looks good, it’s just not you,” You squirmed slightly before shaking your head to snap out of it, “I don’t know what store you went to that made you look like this—and congrats I guess, if you’re trying to switch up your fashion, but you completely missed the ice cream, so good luck trying to handle this rambling bitch.”

He laughs at the words “rambling bitch” and oh god that is not what his laughter sounded like before. When did the sound of his laugh sound so deep and sultry? You subconsciously sucked on and bit your lip at the sound of his laughter, trying your best not to visibly drool in front of him. He catches your subtle action and his brow raises at the sight.

“Despite all the things you said, you think this looks good?” A playful smile rests on his face and your heart beats erratically at his expression.

“Y-yeah, I don’t know,” You mumbled. He shifts on the edge of the bed to move closer to you.

“And because there’s no ice cream, you’re going to turn into some rambling…” He reaches his hand out, the back of his fingers feeling the skin on your exposed waist before resting his hand on your back to pull you in closer.

“…person?” he continues, brows raised and eyes staring intently at yours, not using the vulgar word you had just used to describe yourself (or the word he had just called you before he left to go to the store).

“I...um, we’ll see,” you replied, and he only chuckles deeply. Your voice had transformed into a murmuring mess and it annoyed you, but you couldn’t really do anything about it, right now he reminded you so much of—

“I think you look good too, you know. Maybe I did miss you a lot more than I thought I did,” he whispers, pulling you in even more so you were now standing between his thighs.

Missed you? After an eight minute trip to the grocery store?

You didn’t question it. Your mind was blanking out, malfunctioning, even. Here was your best friend, your gay best friend (as you had to keep reminding yourself), placing his hands on your bare skin in a way that you knew wasn’t going to turn out to be so innocent. Right now you were extremely attracted and possibly even turned on by whatever the fuck he was doing, all you could do to save yourself was blame it on the heat. Was this absolutely weird? Hell yes. Did you want to stop him? Fuck no.

Were you now completely devoid of all reason and logic?

Definitely.

Softly, he tugs on your arm and pulls you into him so you were now sitting on his lap with your hand resting on his chest. One of his hands was still attached to your waist, the other was resting itself on the bed, gripping on a blanket.

Chills run down your spine for the second time now as his mouth moves closer to your ear, “Lucky for you I know the perfect way to handle rambling bitches.”

Your breath hitches for a moment and Junghan moves back to face you, his lips grazing your cheeks a little before you meet each other’s gaze. The summer heat was definitely nothing compared to this, but you didn’t mind. Your faces were only mere centimeters apart now and you could’ve sworn he was beginning to lean in by the look in his eyes, which were now fixated on your lips.

Seriously, you could just grab him by the collar right now and speed things up. He’s the one who pulled you in first, anyway, you just wanted to get things going. Though you haven’t exactly a clue as to where this would end, you wished he would hurry up a little to find out.

But for some strange reason, your senses were enveloped with the distinct smell of a signature fragrance that you knew did not belong to Junghan and it snapped you out of your thoughts. The scent was strong enough to flash some memories back in your mind, making you frown. Did he use this perfume on purpose? Or was your mind just playing tricks on you? In a flash, you could suddenly think straight and you couldn’t help it, the moral side of your brain had turned far stronger than your currently raging hormones (thank goodness). Something was definitely off.

“But, Junghan… aren’t you… gay?” You asked, your voice trailing off a little.

His eyes widen and he pulls back from you. He stares at you for a few seconds before it hits him, and he starts erupting in laughter. You narrowed your eyes at him and got off his lap, moving over to the side and sitting beside him instead.

“Junghan?” He stresses on the name. You’re staring at him blankly now, like you knew he was just messing with you. His laughter eventually dies down and he places a hand on your thigh, though it seemed much more innocent now, “I’m so sorry, ____, you’ve got the wrong person.”

With one hand, he quickly grabs the blanket off the bed. The back of his other free hand endearingly caresses your jaw, and you notice how he lingers for a while as he moves a bit lower down to your neck—before wrapping the fabric around you and covering your whole torso with it. Your face immediately turns pink as you clutched onto the blanket to further cover yourself, feeling slightly humiliated, though you were still confused.

“Wrong person? What do you mean?”

“I was wondering why you had no shirt on, I thought that was just a regular thing for you now. But it’s probably cause you’re more comfortable around my brother, huh?”

“Your brother…?”

“Has it really been that long?” He chuckles, and instantly your mind began connecting the pieces together. Could it actually be him? You haven’t seen him in years, and no one even bothered telling you he was coming back today. No way, surely this was Junghan playing a joke on you.

“I’m not Junghan. I’m his twin brother, Jungkook. Remember?”

You hastily stood up in defense, still clutching the blanket close to your chest, “Shut the fuck up, Junghan. No one said anything about Jungkook coming back today!”

Junghan Jungkook only laughs and stands up, the melodious sound filling the room, followed by the sound of footsteps approaching the wide open bedroom door. 

“What a shame, but it was a surprise. I didn’t tell anyone I was coming home today,” He folds his arms, “And if I am Junghan, then who is that?” He points at the doorframe and true enough, Junghan was standing there holding grocery bags in his arms wearing his usual oversized colorful jacket and khaki colored pants.

You and Junghan both looked at each other with mouths dropped down to the floor before you looked back at Jungkook, who had the same smirk tugged on his lips, clearly amused at the whole situation.

Jungkook bends forward and leans in to your face, his voice in a lower tone but still audible enough for his brother to hear, “Probably shouldn’t take your top off so leisurely around the house anymore, huh?” He grins and winks at you, causing you wince and force an awkward smile, internally cursing yourself at everything that just happened.

“Anyways, I should probably rest up in my room. See you around,” Jungkook flashes you a smile before placing a chaste kiss on your (now dry, because your body had frozen up) forehead before walking away from you, taking the charger and dangling it in his other hand. He taps his confused looking brother on the shoulder before turning his head back to take one last look at you before walking out, leaving you and Junghan staring at each other in shock.

Junghan walks in slowly and sets the bags of grocery on the floor, shutting the door behind him.

“What the fuck just happened?” He asks you, eyes wide in anticipation.

Your mind replays everything that had happened between you two. Was Jungkook really just about to kiss you minutes before? Heart racing, you clutch on your chest from underneath the blanket he had covered you with. No way was Jungkook back. No way is he back and looking even more attractive than he did the last time you saw him. Not when you had just gotten over your small crush on him a couple of years ago.

The heat returns to your body, but it mainly pools on your cheeks. You look back at your best friend, but no words of explanation come up. 

“Believe me, I’m asking myself the same thing.”

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[itzzaira]

"Sparklers?" Leonardo asked, sounding confused. But all Mikey did was smile innocently.

"Uh-huh, they were awesome! Other me and his Raph loved them especially." He grinned. The turtle in blue stared at him suspiciously, but didn't say anything. Instead, he sat down again once Mike did, and patted Donatello's shell just cause he could. The genius mumbled something incoherent, but didn't wake. Good.

"Awww." Mikey leaned forward, smiling brightly and held out his hand towards Lee- but stopped. His smile fell for a moment, and he stared down at his shaky hand. Then at Lee again. And lowered his hand without a word. The smile was back, a bit softer. "What an adorable little guy." He let out a pleased churr, eyes lighting up just the tiniest bit when Lee let out the softest chirp he had ever heard. Would Lee grow up to be like his own Leo? He hoped not. Not that his own Leo was bad or anything, Mikey loved his brother. But how could such a sweet, innocent creature ever grow up to be a selfless hero?

When his older counterpart mentioned El, he waved back at the baby snapper. Ohmigosh. "Raph, did you look like that too?"

"How am I supposed to know?" His older brother sounded confused. He walked towards the cooler, and kneeled down. "Dee can take his time. Our Donnie was afraid of new people too when little."

"Hello, mini-me." Mikey grinned at Angie, apparently smiling the same way his other two counterparts did. "You're gonna be just as awesome as me and your uncle, okay? Don't be boring like certain people." Angie, indeed, did not react much to his words. But that was alright. Mike should be a good enough influence on him growing up.

"I heard that." Leonardo was rummaging through a bag, meanwhile. Upon looking over his brother, he had noticed the dum dum hadn't put on any sunscreen. Typical. Was he trying to burn alive? "Do they need sunscreen? Some version of me brought some earlier."

"Don't you need special sunscreen for kids?" Mikey asked, still distracted by his tiny counterpart.

"What do you think we used on yo- oh!" Raph yelped when as soon as he took off the lid of the cooler, a tiny head poked out. The meow that followed made the others freeze. And slowly turn around.

...Well. "How did you get in here..." the snapper muttered to himself, carefully lifting the cat made of ice cream out of the cooler. Icecream Kitty just meowed, happy to finally be free, and licked his nose. "Raph's happy to see you too, Kitty."

"Michelangelo must have snuck her in- did you help him?" Leonardo glared at Mikey, but the box turtle shook his head. For some reason, the leader didn't believe him.

"Are they okay around cats?" Raph asked, just in case, while meanwhile moving her bowl in one hand, using the other to grab the snacks he had originally came for. Like, okay, she had no furr, meant no harm, and was just ice cream- but still. Never too sure.

He put a container with all different kinds of fruits down in front of their guests- strawberries included. Then, he searched for the juice boxes. Kitty made it difficult, however, clearly interested in the babies and holding out her paws, meowing softly. Softer then usual, Leonardo noted, looking up again. The cat purred when Lee chirped again, staring at her.

"Meow!"

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The Wrong Side of the Portal Raph from cabin 10 was wondering if you have enough water before you do anything fun!

"Raph wanted to swim with his family and maybe some new friends if you want to, but it's important to have enough water first. I have some extra water bottles if you need them!"

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"You thirsty?" Mike, a 2k3 Michelangelo in his late twenties, looked down at his nephews, four little recently mutated Rise turtles who he carried around in a sling.

El nodded, cupping his hand to say, "drink!" and then flexing his fingers in the universal request to be handed The Thing.

Mike grinned up at the Raph in front of them. "Why thank you, kind not-so-stranger! My nephews and I were just about to wander over to the lake, too, actually - these little guys would be a little too little for swimming, but if I can get them going on sandcastles, I'd love to check out the water."

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Mini Fanfic #1024: Scary Café Stories (Persona 5 x Sonic)

9:45 p.m. at LeBlanc Café........

Omega: (Holding a Flashlight In Front of his Face) And so, as the poor, defenseless paper silently accepts it's fate as it approaches the small yet menacingly machinery, it's body slowly begins to get torn down towards the bottom of the bin as the once proud specimen has now been reduced to small, tiny pieces of substance. Now all the device of destruction can do now is wait. Wait for another unlucky soul to meet the similar demise by it's operating functions, with no care or remorse whatsoever. The End.

Everyone in the room begins to applaud the Ultimate E-Series robot as the lights turns back on.

Futuba: (Smiles Brightly) Nice one, big guy!~

Sojiro: (Standing Behind the Counter) Was not expect a paper shredder to be intimidating until now. Nicely done.

Omega: (Stands Up and Bows Towards his Peers Beside Both Sides of Him) Thank you all for the applause. It has took me approximately two hours, fifteen minutes, and thirty-six seconds to come up with this story in particular before approaching here. (Smiles Brightly) I am proud of the end results I made here tonight.

Haru: (Smiles Softly) As you should be~ Now, does anyone else here would like to tell a horror story for tonight?

Sae: ('Sigh') I suppose I'll give this one a go. If you would kindly, Sojiro.

Sojiro turns the lights back off as Sae holds the flashlight and turns it on in front of her.

Sae: One day, on a bright, sunny afternoon of September, a young, up and coming prosecutor begins her second week working at the Tokyo District Special Investigation Department. As she steps inside her office however, she was greeted to very horrific sight. One where no men or women should ever have to see on any afternoon workday: tall, poorly structured, mountain top-

Sojiro: Paperwork?

Sae: (Slowly Turns her Head to Sojiro with a Deadpinned Look on her Face) .........Yes, Sojiro. Paperwork.

Futuba: DADUMMMM!.....

Sae: ('Sigh') Really didn't need da-dum noise there, Futuba, but thanks anyways I suppose.......

Futuba happily gives Sae a thumbs up with her tongue out beside her lip.

Morgana: (Raises an Eyebrow in a Bit of Confusion) You're....actually scared of them or something?

Sae: No. (Rolls her Eyes in Annoyance) But I do feel immense amount of dreaded by just looking at them piling up my desk....They're the worst.

Lavenza: (Smiles Softly) Oh I wouldn't say the process is all terrible. It could be a relaxing experience every once and a while. Especially when you get to listen to your selection of music throughout all of it.

Omega: (Nodded in Agreement) Agreement concede. It could also be served as a time waster depending on the workers' working schedule.

Sae: True, but whenever I do them, it would always lead me to get off later than usual, thus making me even more exhausted.....(Smiles a Little) But it's nice to see you two find some enjoyment out of it. Which reminds me.....(Turns Back to the Young Velvet Girl) Lavenza-san, would you like to tell us a horror story next?

Lavenza: (Happily Nodded) Of course! It's been a while since I've done some storytelling, so you'll have to forgive me if I get rusty on a few areas.

Futuba: (Smiles Brightly) Nah, don't worry. You'll do just. I mean, your story can't be any worse than what your boyfriend here came up with.

Morgana: (Glares at Futuba) Hey, what's wrong with my Poisonous Catnip story? A cat actually died in that one!

Futuba: ('Scoffs') Please, Mona. How could it died from a catnip that easily if it has eight more lives to spare?

Morgana: (Groans While Rolling his Eyes) Again with this? Cats don't have nine lives, Futuba. It's one of those myths people made up for whatever dumb reason they can think of.

Omega: I highly find that information inaccurate. Last week, I saw a nearby alley cat get struck by a bolt of lightning and was able to get himself back up approximately ten point fifty-seven seconds later.

Futuba: (Raises her Hands Up) Exactly! If a cat survived a freaking lightning to the face, then we're pretty sure the one from your story could get through eating some nasty, rotten can of catnip in his sleep.

Morgana: (Rolls his Eyes) Highly doubt that, but whatever floats your boats I guess....

Lavenza: (Smiles Softly Towards her Boyfriend Beside Her as She Hugs Him) Cheer up, Mona-Chan. I thought your catnip was a spendid horror story.

Haru: (Happily Nodded in Agreement) Mmhm. And very well detailed as well.

Morgana: Thanks, girls. At least there's SOME PEOPLE in here who appreciate my work!

Futuba: Dude, of course your mom and girlfriend are the only ones who likes your story. Also, Omega-Kun's a robot, don't be rude.

Omega: Robophobia!

Sojiro: ('Sigh') Alright, alright, settle down. We don't have all night here. Lavenza?

Lavenza: (Eyes Widened a Bit) Ah. Yes.

Lavenza clears her throat before she was given a flashlight as she begins to tell her tale.

Lavenza: Long ago, there once was a boy who decided to tag along with his group of friends to venture through a nearby forest after their time at school has ended for the day. The trip itself was normal enough at first, but eventually, as they've gotten more farther into the woods, the boys soon realized how.....eerily dark the atmosphere has gotten. The wind begins to blow harshly, the branches start to creek slowly, many of the owls' bright eyes begins to slowly stare down upon the lost travelers, and the wolves and coyotes could be heard howling in the minimum distance. The boy tries to talk his friends into calming down, with little success, but it was unfortunately short lived as he hears a murderous growl behind him. As he slowly turns around, the boy and friends were greeted to a horrific sight of a giant, abnormal beast glaring at them int he shadows. Sharp claws, razor blade teeth, and eyes that could stare upon your entire soul an instant. These details were more than enough for the childern to runaway to dear life. Unfortunately, the boy, running behind them, manage to trip and gets his foot stuck under a tree branch. He's tries....and tries.....and tries as hard as he could to get himself out. He able to succeed of course, but with the cost of his life as a dark, shadowy hand grabs hold of his body, yanking him back to the depths of darkness, ripping him shreads in a matter of seconds!The loud, vicious roar and the screeching scream for help and agony were the only few noises echoing through the other children's ears as they continued running back to their homes, all of them being too afraid to even think about turning their heads around. The next day goes by and the group of childern has decided to never speak or step foot on that cursed forest for as long as they live, despite the guilt weighing on each of their hearts to tis day.. And thus, the young boy.... their one and only friend...and the unfortunate victim....was never heard from.....ever. again. (Smiles Brightly) The End~

The entire café went completely silent in shock and fear as Sojiro turns the lights back on.

Sae: Well......That was.....a something alright.

Morgana: Guys, I think my girlfriend beats us all in the story department.

Haru/Sae Mmhmm/I see no objections to that.

Futuba/Omega: Yep.

Lavenza: ('Gasps') I have? Truly (Raises her Hands Up in Glee) Horray!~ I didn't even know it was a contest.

Sojiro: It wasn't. You just had a more terrifying story than everyone. Hell, I don't even think my story could ever come close to topping that....

Lavenza: (Turns to Sojiro) What would your story be about, Mr. Sojiro?

Sojiro: Something coffee related.

Futuba: (Rolls her Eyes) Of course........

Omega: 100% predictability detected.

Sojiro: Don't get smart with me, you too.

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[crybabytoy59]

The ultimate backwards way forward….

1. The day had finally come all the hours, days, weeks, months and years even.....That had lead to this one intrepid moment. Tonight He (Mark) stood before Her “Chrissy”....Shaking whilst doing as instructed, he was to put his Big clothes into the black bags in front her. She would decide what if any we’re to be kept. All things related to his Big life went in…

 Next She sat him down in only a cartoon disposable & a onesie ! He sat & listened as she reinforced her Will as the midnight deadline approached !... 

 She spoke very gently, a deep love of genuinely wishing to take him to his “little place”,  Yes his Big had pushed back and fought at times but this was IT her words would be final !  No turning back whatsoever no wriggling out. A new life lay ahead as Chrissy delicately spoke….

2. “Now sweet-pea  all your big things are away and in fifteenth minutes you will be My Bunny, my BabyBoy & I your Mommy I will treat you as a baby always & this you will come to accept through Mommy’s intense retraining of you to become that infant baby again we will take you back mentally & physically to a small child, Mommy’s cute toddler In nappies 24/7 ….

This will not be easy at first but please trust Mommy, she is going to help you mentally to be the baby that hangs on to every one of Mommy’s kind nurturing words….. So Bunny are you ready hmmm, Are you ready my darling baby boy? 

3. Mark took a huge breath but still the words came out at a tremor…..“Yyes am rready Mommy, I realise my fears will at times test you for that I am truly sorry… but I do wish for this deep inside, so any fears I have, I gladly hand them to your care & compassion, to regress and nurture me into who & what we Both wish for…So yes Mommy your “Baby boy” wants this with all his heart.... Mommy hugged him tightly, anticipating the clock in the nursery awaiting for it to strike Midnight !! ...

4. The nursery was a work of art they had both built together a room where Baby Mark was dwarfed by the furniture within the nursery ! .......As the big hand met the little hand of midnight…Mommy began to speak almost in a whisper…“Baby? give Mommy her “Gift” of your submission.”

5. She smiled warmly watching the mirror as her baby began wetting the cartoon disposable, she could see it changing colour through the soft white plastic pants, she stroked his hair soothingly as the nappy began to swell outwards…“Clever Baby All done Sweet-pea?” (he nodded into her soft shoulder welling up slightly in the knowledge that this was his “Gift”, his submission to her, the first act of remaining in nappies 24/7 at Mommy’s will)

The very smell of her soft flesh had always made him feel a Deep want of regression ! But tonight she smelt Devine. Chrissy had taken a shower before this chat, washing her hair with Johnston’s Baby shampoo,  she then oiled  her whole body with baby oil! Knowing the effect it would have on Mark, pushing him over the sensory edge....After all the Hot pulsing between her legs drove her want of complete control over him! …“Clever Boy let’s get you changed & down for the night in your onesie and blue booties, then I'll read you a nice little story”….

6. As he waddled slowly forward, suddenly Mommy barked “And what do you think you are doing Mr? ” ...He was puzzled by this remark & Mommy’s new stern tone? Mommy simply smiled saying “Are you a big toddler yet Crinkle Butt? No, you are not ! All fours baby... Now! As what did Mommy say to you about obedience? (He got down on all fours, as she wished, knowing soon he would have the blue crawling booties on with the nasty studs that made walking near impossible anyway! ) 

That and the ankle cuffs with the tiny locks would make removing them a futile task!)… As he crawled Mommy patted baby’s botty “Much better see you can be a clever Bunny for Mommy! ” Baby jolted forwards as Mommy spanked him full force ! “Pardon Baby? ”...  Yethss mommy ! ...

 “Much better think we just earned our first “redstar” baby Yes?” …. “Wess mommy sworry…” “Clever Baby you can put it on the naughty behaviour chart after Mommy changes that soggy bott bott of your’s ehy? Up on the changing table then Mr, let’s get that wet  nappy off & your special night time dipee on!”

7. As baby got up on the table he could feel the soggy thin cartoon nappy sagging! ... Complete humiliation overcoming him at his new lot in life, a true baby boy status started to hit home. God how he loved this girl so much, knowing he would now no longer be able to touch her in a Big way he felt that new part of the Humiliation was ever looming and yet to come pressing closer. Mommy was very clever, astute and thorough, she would have a lot in store for her new charge.…Mommy tugged the plastic pants down “Someone has a soggy bumbum! look at this wet nappy Mr! (He couldn’t miss it in full view from the mirrored ceiling over the changing station ! This had been Chrissy’s idea as she loved the Humiliation element that it brought! )…“Aaawww don’t fret your going to be doing this all the time now Crinkle Butt!...As Mommy is going to make sure you become such a dribbling dependant little boy”….she chuckled lightly...There seemed to be a glint in her eyes too. 

8. The clean up was very intense & had baby stirring underneath her! She reapplied the thick white cream paying just enough attention to all the right spots then she delicately but quickly slid the night time pluggie in. This was Very large & could be adjusted to vibrate with a very intense level if was required… baby gasped as Mommy pushed it all the way home! As Baby moved she chuckled lightly and playfully spanked the huge night time nappy to a dull thud once she was done! “Mommy's little drum.” she cooed. “ All that padding is going to make sure you will stay safe till morning Sweet-pea… “Now come to Mommy”. He instinctively crawled towards her open lap, she guided him to rest his head in her arms and his back against her leg. 

Mommy stretched across to her right side, reaching for the giant glass night time bottle, full with the formula she had earlier prepared.

10. “Take hold with your mittens Sweet-pea, Mommy wants to see how you do, if its to heavy then I will hold it too” She now began to playfully stroke and tease his nipples as he held the bottle unsteadily! The gurgling was instant behind the milky teat as baby had developed very sensitive little nipples, just as she had designed! Straining in his bulky nappy wiggling gently on the spot between her, the whimpering and soft moans started up as the bottle continued to empty. When baby finished the last drops of formula she began to rub and stroke his back, gently massaging him encouraging those little burpies out... Baby squealed as he nearly had an accident at the same! “Ok Sweet-Pea off to Beddie Byes.” She gently held and led his shaking hand.  “But first please put the star up on Your chart!” Baby took a red star off the pad & put it onto the first square of naughty chart… (The red stars were for a Sunday evening’s end of week  “punishment time” If he had gold stars that would bring a reward) But red !...............Mommy patted the mattress on the double bed sized Cot. “Ok Bunny Boy hop up into your cot now.” He would sleep with Mommy Bear at ni nights time (but unbeknown to Baby, he'd be napping in the day time as well, part of her new routine she had in store for him)! She patted again “Position Baby !”…or do you want a second Red star “!...She chuckled as He scrambled into the cot positioning himself for Mommy!

11. Mommy lifted up the little blue booties to his new horizon line. She took the first swiftly and deftly to his toesies slipping it on his right foot, click the ankle cuffs latched shut. Next was the left, it too had the same bemusing locking system, designed so the Baby (him) could not free himself from the deceivingly cute little slippers. He'd never seen how the locks worked. Click... She smiled at him gently, knowing that the spiked shoes would limit his ability to now stand unaided and maximise her ability to retrain him to a more appropriate babyish crawl. Yes they would make life much easier outdoors too...  “Clever Boy,  almost done, then we can have that chat and Mommy will read you your bed time story after… ok baby?” ( “Wess Mommy” ) Clever boy Mommy does so love those manners Sweet-Pea well done!”

12. Now a little afraid realising he was properly in Mommy’s world. Things would continue to happen now that he would have no control over.  Next Mommy lifted his brand new dummy, he had not seen this one before! It must have been a recent purchase, this one was an extra large sized red yellow and blue primary coloured affair. She knew it had been designed specifically to help him dribble (just a little) and make his big boy words very difficult !! 

Putting it into his mouth she moved to his ear and whispered softly “Mommy wants you to nurse on this dum dum sweetie, I won't fasten it into place just yet unless you show me that you can't be trusted, OK?” It was a rhetorically phrased question that didn't need an answer, but there was that same look in her eyes.

13. “Now Sweet-pea first we'll have our wee chat then Mommy will read you a nice story before ni-nights. Your going to need lots of sleep Bunny Boy as Mommy has lots of adventures in store for you tomorrow ! … Now listen very closely as I will say this only once….Mommy is going to have you fast for five days ....This is to strengthen baby’s immune system and also induce a bit of a body reset, then on day six we will start your new baby food regime… This will be all fruit and vegetables as Mommy is going to have a very health baby… So then Baby,  you can get adjusted to those adorable nappies nice & easily...Your only going to be drinking fluids for the next five days first though, so Mommy is focusing on those soggy bum bums to begin with, then we will work up to your mushies…Your such a cutie for sucking on your new binkie like a good boy. Well done!

14. “She chuckled lightly lifting the story book to begin…

The alternate “100 Acre Wood”......

 God she was so dam hot there and then, in her best condescending cooing Mommy voice. She began “Once upon a time there lived a boy who was very very lonely inside,  he desperately wanted to have a friend. Out walking one day in the woods he found a small bunny, it hopped right over to him and began hugging the boy tightly.....The rabbit started to gently speak to the boy! “Hello Crinkle Butt ....The boy protested to the Rabbit “Am a not a Crinkle Butt!”....But the Bunny simply chuckled “I know who you really are Silly! The boy looked around but nobody was there? As he turned around the rabbit stood beside him again swatting his bottom Thwack !!... “I suppose this isn't your nappy then Crinkle Butt?”  The boy stayed quiet as he felt embarrassed. But the Bunny Smiled gently and hugged him even tighter. Bunny the Rabbit then took Crinkle Butt’s hand ....“Best we get back inside or Mommy will be angry with us & we will get the hairbrush! The boy took the rabbits hand, as he too hated the hairbrush spankings.....“Ok Bunny we best hurry then as it’s getting dark & Mommy will want us fed & then to Nigh nights”.....They both skipped through the puddles getting Mud all over their legs! ...On the porch Mommy was already waiting standing with her arms folded....Babies look at the colour of you !.... She held out her finger pointing to inside, that’s when both Babies noticed Mommy already had the hairbush!”....oh bother.

15. “Now Sweet-pea I think that’s enough for tonight, Mommy can see you are looking tired I'll read you some more tomorrow if your a good boy. She gently stroked his face “Off to sleepies now.....She began to start the lullaby mobile that hung overhead and the cute little noises and lights softly sprung into action and gently soothed her precious little one into the land of dreams...Mommy lifted the plug remote and set it to the night time precycle with the hypnotic recordings ! These would play all night as the monitor recorded his sleep & dream patterns, it would match the patterns playing the recording & pluggie vibes to their best effects.....Night after night she would subliminally reprogram his brain to be a contented infant Baby Boy... To her will... to her wants... to her Deepest held desire over controlling him, but also letting him be the baby he was destined to become! This would be Absolute !! Her new hypnotherapist friend would help with new insertions of “trigger words” that would become instant in there use over him, no matter where, no matter when or who they were with !.....Fuck every inch of her was tingling with her desire to further his regression......

She looked down at him all safe in that cot with an oversized dummy bouncing in and out. Fuck he was already hungrily sucking on that dummy! Her Chest ached with anticipation....This was just the start, she held all the cards, she had everything ready for the morning & for the day’s events......Time to sleep though, putting her arm over his chest a small whimper came......She smiled to herself...Tomorrow he would go through so many trials and emotions. Day by day his emotional state would become much easier to control due to her fasting retraining, first hunger & loss of energy...then as the energy started to peak later on in the week she would simple take a sense from him so as to have more control mentally over his nappies!....awash with thoughts flashing through her mind she settled down to sleep knowing the “Hypno-Mommy” tapes would be working there magic on him....These she would use as she put him down for his afternoon nap too!

[cookie-run-kingdom-story]

Finding the Legendary Dragon

Milk Cookie: Huh… Where am I? The ocean…? Milk Cookie: Whew…! Looks like we’re all in one piece! Milk Cookie: If it wasn’t for my shield, we would have become all soggy! Milk Cookie: I wonder if the others are okay… Hey! Dino-Sour Cookie! Are you listening? Dino-Sour Cookie: BLEAGH! It’s so salty! ...Where are we? Milk Cookie: I’m afraid I don’t know… I opened my eyes and… All I could see was water. Dino-Sour Cookie: Where’s Purple Yam and Mala Sauce Cookie? *Urp!* Eugh! I’m gettin sea sick... Milk Cookie: Look! It’s an island! ???: Huh? You’re…? Are you…!? Welcome! Welcome!

Mango Cookie: I’m the one-and-only guide, Mango Cookie! Are you here to explore our islands? Dino-Sour Cookie: Do you really think we’re here to explore the islands… in our state? Mango Cookie: Ah! My mistake! I thought you were visitors. Why don’t you hop in onto my canoe? I’ll take you ashore! Milk Cookie: ...And that’s how we ended up here! Mango Cookie: It’s ok if you aren’t visiting! I’m still very glad to meet you! Mango Cookie: These days… the waves are getting rough and we don’t get that many visitors anymore... Milk Cookie: So the Dragon’s Valley isn’t the only place that’s changing…? What’s going on? Dino-Sour Cookie: *Urp!* This canoe sure shakes a lot… Eugh... Mango Cookie: Not to worry! It happens all the time. The currents are always changing here. Mango Cookie: There’s a deep, deep spot in the ocean that’s surrounded by our islands, the Tropical Soda Archipelago! Mango Cookie: Because the islands look like the Dragons, legends say this is where they were born! Dino-Sour Cookie: RAD! Dragons were born here!? Dino-Sour Cookie: *Urp...* So dizzy... Mango Cookie: There used to be a volcano there! That’s where Dragons were born. Mango Cookie: Legends say the Dragons are slumbering in the highest peaks and the deepest caves. Milk Cookie: Amazing! You’re quite the expert on these legends! Mango Cookie: I love our islands! And I love telling our stories to everyone, too! Milk Cookie: These islands are quite beautiful. There’re flowers and fruit growing everywhere! Mango Cookie: Good eye! There’s so much natural beauty here. It’s our pride and joy! Mango Cookie: There’re many types of fruit growing here, from dragonfruit to pineapples and more. The small island I grew up on has mangoes! Dino-Sour Cookie: *Urp!* Can… can we please just land anywhere? ...Huh? Milk Cookie: What’s wrong, Dino-Sour Cookie? Oh! Look at all the fish and rays! Mango Cookie: Oh, a school of Ba-Dum Rays! It’s said they came into the world after dragon scales dropped into the sea! Dino-Sour Cookie: Dragon scales? EPIC! I have GOT to see these up close! Milk Cookie: The closer we get to shore, the more of them seem to show up! It looks like they���re… entranced? Dino-Sour Cookie: Hey, do you hear something? Milk Cookie: It sounds like… drums! Dino-Sour Cookie: This beat! This rhythm! It’s… I… feel like bursting into dance!? Milk Cookie: So do I! The sudden urge to dance is uncontrollable! Dino-Sour Cookie: It’s not just us. My Jellysaur is dancing, too! Milk Cookie: These Ba-Dum Rays aren’t just swimming, are they? They are dancing! Mango Cookie: Ding-ding-ding! Correct! Mango Cookie: Alrighty then, let’s go find out the mystery of these drums!

Dino-Sour Cookie: WHOA! That Cookie is ROCKIN the drums! Mango Cookie: How about we wait a bit? It’s not nice to disturb Artichoke Cookie during a performance! Dino-Sour Cookie: The drums have stopped! Milk Cookie: That was an exciting performance. I could not help but move with the beat! Artichoke Cookie: It was a piece to express the sound of waves with drums! Dino-Sour Cookie: Huh? You’re starting to play the drums again? And it’s more upbeat than before! Artichoke Cookie: It is a piece to express how happy I am to meet all of you! Mango Cookie: Artichoke Cookie can express anything with the drums! Dino-Sour Cookie: Whoa, that’s so awesome! And look, the rays are gathering around! Mango Cookie: It’s quite rare to see so many. They live in the deepest depths of the ocean. Mango Cookie: But once they hear Artichoke Cookie’s drums, they rise up to the surface! Milk Cookie: Thank you for helping us see such a rare sight, Artichoke Cookie! Artichoke Cookie: It was short, but it was so much fun! (Dumm dumm rat-a-tat-tat dumm) Mango Cookie: Well now! Shall we head over to the next island? Dino-Sour Cookie: We… we weren’t getting off here…? Mango Cookie: Welcome to Pineapple Isle! Dino-Sour Cookie: Oh, land! LAND! And it’s an island with Dragons! Milk Cookie: So is that Pineapple Mountain in the middle? It really does look like a pineapple! Dino-Sour Cookie: That looks like the tallest mountain here. Is that where the Golden Dragon lives? Milk Cookie: Didn’t Pitaya Dragon Cookie mention that the other Dragons might know what’s going on? Milk Cookie: I’m sure Mala Sauce Cookie is searching for the Dragons to help her tribe. And Purple Yam Cookie isn’t the type to just leave her by herself. Milk Cookie: Let’s go meet this Dragon and ask where the others are! Dino-Sour Cookie: Good idea! Finally! We get to meet a REAL DRAGON! Milk Cookie: Let’s head over and start digging into that mountain! Dino-Sour Cookie: Good thinking!

Mango Cookie: !? Wh-what are you doing!? Milk Cookie: Don’t worry, I’ll get my shield at the ready when we meet the Dragon. Milk Cookie: It’s so much easier to dig with my shield! Dino-Sour Cookie: What a pro move, Milk Cookie! I’m not gonna lose! Mango Cookie: Dino-Sour Cookie, not you too!? And the Jellysaur as well? No no!

Dino-Sour Cookie: C’mon! We gotta go meet this Dragon! Dino-Sour Cookie: We’ve dug quite deep so far! Great work, Jellysaur! Mango Cookie: Oh… oh no! Milk Cookie: We’ve dug quite a bit… And still no sign of the Dragon. Dino-Sour Cookie: Maybe we should try digging this way?

Mango Cookie: No, wait! The Dragon might get angry! They love this island’s beauty and legends say ruining the island will bring destruction! Dino-Sour Cookie: Psssh! A Dragon isn’t gonna get angry at us for digging a few holes. Milk Cookie: Wait! Something’s happening!?

Milk Cookie: D… D.... D… DRAGON! Dino-Sour Cookie: A real Dragon!? A REAL DRAGON! Mango Cookie: The legends… They’re true! All of them! Ananas Dragon: You darrre to defile my island… Your trrransgressions will not be forgiven. Milk Cookie: Please wait! We didn’t dig to ruin anything. We just wanted to find and meet you! Ananas Dragon: Hrrrmph… No excuses arrre worth hearrrring. Dino-Sour Cookie: GAH! The Dragon’s taking us somewhere!? Dino-Sour Cookie: This is so RAD! No wait! No NO, let us down! Milk Cookie: Where are you taking us!? Dino-Sour Cookie: *Ooof!* What a rough landing… You didn’t have to throw us onto the ground! Hey, where exactly are we? Mango Cookie: Look at all these pineapple decorations… Maybe we’re in the Dragon’s nest within Pineapple Mountain?

Ananas Dragon Cookie: Well, well, well. It seems you’re smarter than you look, little Cookies. Dino-Sour Cookie: Eh? Waaait… Are you… Were you…? Where’d the Dragon go!? Ananas Dragon Cookie: Kneel before me, tiny Cookies. For you are in the presence of the noblest of Dragonkind. Dino-Sour Cookie: But you’re just a Cookie... Ananas Dragon Cookie: You dare to call me a mere Cookie!? I have simply adopted this worthless form to save my strength. Milk Cookie: So you’re a Dragon, just like a Pitaya Dragon Cookie! Ananas Dragon Cookie: Hrrmph! Do not even think to compare me with that failure of a Dragon! Ananas Dragon Cookie: For your transgressions, you shall be imprisoned. FOREVER. Mango Cookie: Um… Have you been living in this mountain all this time…? Ananas Dragon Cookie: Of course. For times longer than mere Cookies can ever fathom. Mango Cookie: Then, does that mean… Oh! The legend of five Dragons coming into the world is true! Ananas Dragon Cookie: Intriguing… You are not as incompetent as the other Cookies. Mango Cookie: But please wait, these two know that the islands are beautiful and serene! Mango Cookie: The digging only started because they wanted to meet you, the great Dragon, and to find their friends! Ananas Dragon Cookie: Enough! Whatever your reasons, the island has been desecrated. There is no mercy for such a crime. Milk Cookie: No, please! We must find our friends! PLEASE!

Dino-Sour Cookie: Look out! Rocks are falling down on us! A cave-in!? Milk Cookie: An earthquake!? Ananas Dragon Cookie: My nest…! How is this possible! Ananas Dragon Cookie: HRRRMPH! This is nothing…! Dino-Sour Cookie: Wow, really? You could have lent us some help and not just yourself... Ananas Dragon Cookie: I have no reason to help Cookies. Mango Cookie: Is everyone ok? Mango Cookie: Wait… there’s something in that corner! Ananas Dragon Cookie: Pineapplemur!? Mango Cookie: Don’t worry! I’ll save you! Milk Cookie: Wait, look out! There’s too many rocks falling!

Milk Cookie: Are you ok!? Are the two of you in one piece? Mango Cookie: I’m fine! But this Pet’s tail has been scratched by some rocks... Milk Cookie: Leave it to me! Healing Milk Mace, hear my plea! Mango Cookie: Its tail is coming back to normal! Milk Cookie: Don’t worry, little one! The pain has gone away! Mango Cookie: The earthquake… has it stopped? Ananas Dragon Cookie: Intriguing. I stand corrected. Not all Cookies are worthless and weak, are they? Dino-Sour Cookie: Dude… seriously… You’re a Cookie, too. Ananas Dragon Cookie: Your desecration of my island cannot be forgiven. But for saving my Pet, I shall let you go… this time. Milk Cookie: Please, if we could ask just one question? Mango Cookie: Please, oh great Dragon! Ananas Dragon Cookie: I am a generous Dragon. Present your request. Milk Cookie: Do you know where the other Dragons are? Our friends are definitely looking for them! Ananas Dragon Cookie: Dragons tend to stay where their strength can remain pure. Dino-Sour Cookie: Just how many Dragons are out there!? Ananas Dragon Cookie: I leave it to your little heads to understand my words. Ananas Dragon Cookie: Now, away with you. Heed caution should you ever decide to return before me.

Dino-Sour Cookie: Whew… what a hike! Would’ve been faster if the Dragon just flew us down the mountain... Milk Cookie: Hmm, where could the other Dragons be? Mango Cookie, got any ideas? Mango Cookie: According to legend, there’s a Red Dragon that controlled fire and brimstone, and a Golden Dragon that controlled the earth. Mango Cookie: A Blue Dragon that granted wishes, a Violet Dragon that manipulated darkness, and the all-knowing Ivory Dragon. Milk Cookie: Maybe the Blue Dragon can grant a wish! A wish to be reunited with Mala Sauce Cookie and Purple Yam Cookie!

Dino-Sour Cookie: Thanks for the canoe! Travelling is going to be so much easier now! Mango Cookie: Don’t mention it! Glad to help! Milk Cookie: It’ll be easy since we learned how to paddle from an expert! Shall we get going? Dino-Sour Cookie: Hey… Uh… Do the waves seem a bit rough…? *Urp…!* Milk Cookie: Indeed… We’ve paddled so much, but we’re still in the same spot! Mango Cookie: I’ve never been on the ocean in rough waters like this… I’m afraid I’m not much help. Milk Cookie: We need to get going… We must hurry! Dino-Sour Cookie: Huh!? The waves… They’ve calmed down! Milk Cookie: Now’s our chance! We need to hurry! We should say our goodbyes to Mango Cookie before we lea- Milk Cookie: You! Ananas Dragon Cookie: I merely disliked how the waters were moving around my islands. In the end, it seems to have helped your futile paddling. Milk Cookie: Thank you for assisting us! Mango Cookie: I knew it! The legends about the Dragons’ powers are true, too! Mango Cookie: Come back and visit with your friends! I’ll be sure to show you all of our islands’ beauty! Dino-Sour Cookie: And we’re off! Let’s GO!

[pwarkluv]

❝ crush on you - l.mk ❞

lee mark x reader | fluff | 1.4k words

WARNINGS | lowercase is intended, idol au, love at first sight au, mature language/cursing, westernartist!reader, mark is a shy bby, soft!mark, lowkey shy!reader bc lol, ANOTHER REQUEST YAY!!

REQUEST | “love your writing! do you mind taking a request of mine? it’s where mark sees a western artist at an award show or function and he has a crush on her and wants to get with her before nct goes back to korea… thank you” - anon <3

SUMMARY | his little heart has a crush on you :)

AUTHOR’S NOTE | inspired by the song “crush on you” by soul fro and dum di dum! IM SO EXCITED THIS IS ANOTHER REQUEST!! THANK YOU ANON ILY <3 hopefully this meets your expectations :) i actually don’t know how award shows in the states work even though i’m literally from america so this might be slightly inaccurate lol. anyways thank you for supporting me crappy writing ahfkjdh i love you <33

mark had no idea what it was about you that captured his fragile little heart. you, the tiny first time nominee at the ama’s.

nct 127 was once again nominated for an award at the western convention, the team touring around the area as well. the red carpet was flooded with cameras, flashes and intense yells for attention was the only thing mark could hear.

but the moment you started walking down the silk road, it was like all of the sound buzzed down to a silence.

❝ my heart has a little crush on you ❞

you were the only thing the boy could see.

your soft pink gown clashed with the intense red on the floor, the pretty floral print around the chest and waist of the dress all the more brought out your skin tone. your hair was left in pretty curls and mark could’ve sworn he saw a pink flower pin somewhere in there too.

the shy smile you let out the moment the paparazzi noticed you made mark’s heart race, hearing them ask you how you felt about your first ama’s since your debut.

so she’s a newbie, mark thought knowing that was the reason he’s never seen you before.

“how does it feel to be nominated for your first award?” a man asked, flashes all around you. your heart was racing with fear.

don’t fuck up now, you thought to yourself before smiling.

“if i’m being honest, i’m terrified.” you answered truthfully, watching as the group of people in front of you nodded in understanding. “but i’m super excited and grateful to be here, so the nerves don’t really matter.” you awkwardly continued as some cooed at your shyness.

“now i must say that’s a beautiful dress you have on.” a woman with a microphone said causing you to blush.

“ahh thank you!” you gushed, turning to her with warm cheeks. “i was scared it might be too much but my stylist insisted i wear it.”

“well you’re stunning.” the woman winked before a certain group of boys caught her eye. “good luck today y/n! hopefully this will be your first win.” she said before floating to the korean boys a couple feet away.

“thank you!” you called out, watching her go to the group of boys ahead of you.

curiosity struck you knowing you had no clue who they were. once you made it past the runway, you sneaked a look at the group only to have your breath taken away.

they were gorgeous, especially the one in the front.

his big brown doe eyes were shining under the lights and even though they were all wearing the same back suit and tie, this boy seemed to stand out to you.

❝ so immature but these butterflies they keep me laughing ❞

“hey lauren?” you nudge your manager. “who’s that?” you secretly point, not wanting to draw attention.

“oh that’s mark lee from nct 127. they’re the korean boy group that’s nominated for an award.” your manager replied.

she then pokes your sides as she smirks. “don’t tell me you have a thing for the canadian dude!” she says and you yelp from the impact.

“HE’S CANADIAN TOO?” you whispered-shouted to the girl, a little taken aback. so he’s handsome and most likely knows how to speak english?

“it’s always the damn canadians.” you grumbled under your breath as your manager laughed knowing this might be the start of something new.

-

“hyung remember that girl from the runway with the pink floral dress?” mark asks one of their managers. the man nods, a little confused by the question.

“how can you not?” the man jokes, mark nodding with a small smile.

“do you happen to know her name?” the boy asks as

his manager gives him a look. “where is this going mark?”

“no where i swear i just want to know who she is.” mark said, holding his hands up in surrender.

“hmm okay well i’m pretty sure her name is y/n.” his manager responds before being asked by another staff member for something.

“y/n.” mark said hazily, liking how your name sounds on his tongue.

-

mark was in love. there was no other way to describe this feeling. while waiting in their waiting rooms for the show to start, mark took the time to look up your music.

and god was he mad he didn’t know who you were before.

your songs were incredible and your voice held a certain fragility that made mark wanna give you a hug.

she better win, he thought to himself as they were ushered out of the waiting room and into the award show.

-

“oh my god oh my god oh my god.” you whispered to yourself as your heart raced. the award you were nominated in was about to be called and you wished you could hide in a hole and disappear from the crowd.

your manager sensed your nerves and squeezed your hand, silently letting you know she’d be there for you through anything. you softly smiled as you felt your nerves subside.

“and the winner is…” the man called out, purposefully slowing down a bit to create suspense.

mark knew this was the category you were nominated in, and the moment they were about to reveal the winner he held his breath.

please be y/n, he thought in his head as the announcer took another breath.

“y/n!” and if it wasn’t for his self-strength, mark could’ve sworn he would’ve jumped up in joy.

❝ my heart wrote a little song for you ❞

mark couldn’t keep his eyes off you throughout the entire award show. in fact, he was a little worried someone would notice because of how painfully obvious he was being.

but it’s not like you were any better. whenever mark would look away, you’d be looking at him.

“just talk to him.” your manager lauren complained, sick of the heart eyes you’d send to the boy.

so oblivious, she thought rolling her eyes. even she had seen the way he’d sneak glances at you as well.

“shhh.” you hushed her, looking around. it was nearing the end of the convention but you didn’t want to risk anyone over hearing her.

“i don’t know laur, he probably hasn’t even noticed me.” you quietly sighed feeling a bit down.

why would he? you’re just a newbie while he’s been in the industry for years.

“oh you’d be surprised.” the girl responded, shaking her head at your stupidity.

-

“are you y/n’s manager?” a man asked, stopping the woman. raising an eyebrow lauren motioned you too keep walking backstage to your dressing room.

how odd, you thought walking away.

“yes i am. why what’s going on.” lauren replied hesitantly.

the man let out a sigh of relief before continuing. “i’m one of the managers for nct 127 and let’s be honest,” he said letting the woman relax. she saw where this was heading.

“mark and y/n are head over heels for each other.” they both said at the same time.

“you noticed mark’s glances?” he asked in surprise.

“duh who wouldn’t?” she replied causing the man to laugh.

“y/n wouldn’t.” he said back causing them two to formulate a plan.

“y/n i have someone i’d like to introduce to you.” your manager said walking into your dressing room. you sat lazily on the couch still in your dress, your toes aching from being in those heels for hours.

“what’s up lauren?” you asked looking up from your phone.

“meet mark from nct 127.”

and just like that your heart jumped.

❝ won’t you take a listen ❞

the two of you stood awkwardly in front of each other not really knowing what to say. your managers had set you up, playing off the fact that they themselves have gotten along quite well and would like for their artists to meet.

“hey-“

“hi-“

you both started at the same time. you immediately flushed rushing to let him go first.

“uh you can go first.” you timidly responded.

“no you.” mark replied just as embarrassed.

“good grief just ask for each other’s numbers.” the two managers hollered in unison, cringing at the awkwardness in the air.

“y-you wanna get lunch sometime soon?” mark asked with sudden confidence.

❝ and dance with me to the rhythm ❞

you smiled causing him to smile back. “duh.”

[saint-cichol-is-watching]

FAVORITE FRENCH PETNAMES || Brothers

Just an idea I had like that, so I'm using to fill my blog with a little actual content.

For you : Chéri(e) // (Darling)

A very common one but it is enough to convey his love for you. When in private it might also happen for him to call you "Mon ange" (My angel), he will have to be very tired to do that, but it happens.

For him : Mon amour // My love

He likes to be reminded of your feelings every time you call out to him. He likes the fact that this nickname aserts the fact that you love him, that he is your love to everyone around.

For you : Bébé // (Babe)

Mammon is clearly not the best at finding petnames so he simply took the first one he ever heard of and one of the most popular and still very modern, ""cool"" sounding one.

He can also use "Mon/Ma chéri(e)" but it would really have to be between you and him with nobody else to hear it.

For him : Mon canard en sucre // (My sugar duck)

When he first saw you thinking about finding him a petname he was really but you decided on a very cringy one he was mad, which made you love it even more than you did previously.

You tried to explain your reasoning which literally went from "greed - yellow - duck - bird - crow... close enough" but he refused to hear it, he even said very vexing things about your logic you know ? :'(

"Ma couille" is also used to make the people all around you groan in displeasure at your antics but for reasons I will not translate that one.

For you : None

Not that he doesn't love you of course he just is very bad at finding nicknames and rarely confident enough to use them in public especially when they don't concern animes. So he stays simple and use your name.

At the very least he just might say "mon coeur" (my heart) but it will take him all the courage and energy left in his body.

For him : Chouchou/Mon chouchou

Chouchou as a petname doesn't have an exact translation but a sentence such as "Il est mon chouchou" would mean "He is my favorite".

It would be a very great nickname for Levi since it is first and foremost very cute in nature but would also help a lot with his self-confidence being constantly called "Your favorite"

For you : Chaton // (Kitten)

There two things that Satan loves more than anything : cats and you (he likes books too but just a tiny little bit less) so of course he would find a way to combine the two.

For him : Mon chat // (My cat)

This one is a bit funny! While Satan has no shame nicknaming "kitten", he actually gets very embarrassed about you calling him "cat" as a term of endearment. He likes it of course but it's a bit weird for him.

Ma licorne (My unicorn) can also be uttered if you desire to get under his skin.

For you : Chéri(e) d'amour // (Roughly:) Darling of love

Like Lucifer, Asmo needs something that is a bit classy but unlike him, Asmo also needs something cute that truly conveys his love. So he added two very classy ones to make very overly loving one.

For him : Mon trésor // (My treasure)

After all Asmo always assured you knew he was a celestial realm's national treasure in the past and still is quite the treasure in the Devildom now too. And honestly he is quite the treasure for you too so the nickname was all found.

For you : Crevette // (Shrimp)

Beel is a tower and compared to him you're small (if you're not I am very sorry I had no other ideas) so he needs a name to convey. Of course it is also a nickname that keeps the foodie theme on between the two of you.

For him : Truffe/Ma truffe // (Truffle/My truffle)

"Truffe" has many meanings in french and I honestly feel all would actually fit Beel in a way.

First meaning would be "truffle" as in the food which doesn't need any explanation. Second meaning is a "nose" (for an animal) which would calls to the puppy-like side that Beel sometimes shows.

Finally "Truffe" can sometimes be used as a cute way to say ""dumb"" (basically "dum-dum"), it is not an insult but just a cute way to "call him out" on his simple-minded ways.

For you : Mon/Ma [Name] // (My [Name])

Like Levi, Belphie doesn't use much nicknames for you but in his mind he still needs to asert the fact you're his and only his. So he just adds "My" in front of your name in order to do so.

For him : Bébé // (Baby)

As a youngest brother Belphie likes to be coddled and cared for and as your lover Belphie loves to be the most important thing in your life. So "Baby" seems to be the right nickname for him.

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Masterlist | Undateables Version

[spooderboyandtincan]

You're Gonna Miss Me When I'm Gone

Chapter 2

There’s a spider on the ceiling.

Peter can barely make out its eight gangly legs through a blur of tears. He feels some sort of bond with it- not only because of the DNA they share- but because they’re both alone. Then again, the spider has probably spent its entire life in this room, and Peter’s only been here- on a whole different continent- for a good couple of hours.

Maybe it’s just the jet lag. According to literally anyone who’s known him at all- he gets adorably grumpy when he hasn’t gotten his beauty sleep (Tony’s words, not his.)

Who does he think he’s kidding? He’s homesick, he’s alone, and he really, really misses Tony. Misses him as in the his heart is literally being torn apart sort of missing. He wishes he’d considered how his severe separation anxiety might play a part in this when he’d still had a choice.

Peter chokes on a whine- the one that forces its way out of his throat until he’s full on sobbing and gasping for breath.

He scrambles for his phone on the nightstand. He needs Tony, he needs him, like a fish needs water. He fumbles with the lock screen and desperately taps on Tony’s icon (a picture of Tony holding a proudly displaying a mug that reads “Number 1 Iron Dad.”) It rings once, twice-

“Pete? How’s it going, kiddie?” Tony’s voice, so gentle, so full of love and concern- he already knows something’s wrong, of course, because his Dad Senses are off the charts- makes the tear in his heart rip open.

“Tony,” he sobs. “Tony. I don’t- I can’t, I can’t do this. I wanna go home, Tony.”

“Whoa, hey, it’s okay Petey, breathe for me okay?” He can hear, just barely over his sobs, that Tony is pacing, can hear that his breathing is just a bit too fast, and Peter feels awful for freaking him out, but just can’t stop crying.

“‘M so sorry,” he wails, “‘M so sorry. I-I wanna go home, I want you Tony.” He grasps his pillow tightly and buries his face in it, trying to stifle his sobs, pretending that Tony is there, wrapping his arms around him, kissing his hair, rocking them back and forth.

“I know, baby, I know,” Tony croons, “Everything’s gonna be okay, we’re okay. Right now I just need you to take a deep breath, buddy- in, two-three, out, two-three, okay?” Tony demonstrates for him, taking exaggerated inhales and exhales, which are probably benefiting him as much as they are Peter. “You’ve got this, Pete, I know you do.”

“I miss you, Tony,” Peter whispers after a few seconds of shaky breathing. “I wanna go home.” He feels so immature, begging Tony to fly across the Atlantic in the dead of night just because he’s a little homesick.

Tony, however, seems to consider his request very seriously. “Do you want me to fly out? I could be there in a few hours.”

Peter almost laughs, imagining Tony arriving to the hotel at daybreak, dressed only in sweatpants and a stained AC/DC t-shirt. It’s actually not a bad idea- Tony could act as a chaperone, they could explore the city together, make another precious memory.

“Yeah, um, that-that would be great, Tony,” he sniffs, wiping the wetness of his cheeks. “A-are you sure? I don’t wanna, like, make you, there’s probably Iron, um, Iron Man things, I don’t-”

“Pete, listen to me,” Tony interrupts, voice again so impossibly gentle. “Nothing- nothing- is more important to me than you, understand? I’m here for you. Always”

Peter smiles wetly, relaxing back into the covers, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. “I know. Tony?”

“Yeah, bud?

“Can-can you, um, talk? Please?”

“‘Course I can, Pete. What about?” Tony says fondly. The idea that his voice can bring such comfort to this sweet kid makes him feel all… schmoopy.

“Anything. I just… wanna hear your voice, s’all.” He tugs the covers up and curls into a ball, resting the phone on the pillow next to his ear.

“I’ve got you, bud,” Tony says. I miss you too. “Oh, you’ve gotta know what DUM-E did today….”

Peter feels himself relaxing as Tony talks about his day. It’s not just the words that soothe him, but the familiar sound of his warm voice that’s full of such love and affection. His thoughts begin to wander as he drifts into a barely conscious haze, but the voice remains steady and present in his mind.

Tony is quick to notice that Peter is on the precipice of slumber and wakefulness, and is just as quick to provide the last bit of reassurance Peter needs to fall asleep. “Sweet dreams, buddy. I love you,” he murmurs.

Just before Peter slips away, he finds himself slurring, “Love you too.”

Tony stays on the call for a solid ten minutes after Peter conks out, listening to the steady whoosh of his breathing against the speaker. Before he finally makes himself hang up, he whispers a quiet, “‘Night, Petey. I’ll be there before you know it.” Tony leaves for the airport at daybreak, not able to spend another second in that horribly empty penthouse. The absence of Peter’s presence is tremendously obvious, and Tony finds himself desperately trying not to imagine the unimaginable.

~~~~~

With a pilot on-call 24-7, and without the hassles of a public airport, he’ll be back with Peter around early afternoon.

Thank god.

He steps out of the Cadillac, barely noticing the blistering wind and the tiny snowflakes biting at his cheeks in his haste to board the plane. He greets the pilot- Allison, he thinks- with a nod, but she gestures to stop when he moves towards the stairs.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Stark!” she says over the howling wind. “We just can’t fly in this weather!”

To hell with that, Tony thinks. “When’s it letting up?”

“I’m terribly sorry, Mr. Stark,” Allison says apologetically. “Not for a few days at least.”

Tony activates the suit with a simple tap of his watch, the nanobots rushing over him within seconds. Allison gasps and jumps back, gaping as he rockets into the air.

He’s been flying for a good 50 seconds before a neon red warning lights up the HUD.

“Boss,” F.R.I.D.A.Y says, tone filled with caution. “The wind is blowing at a speed of 78 mph. I must advise that you return to the ground immediately, or you run the risk of losing control of the suit.”

Tony curses loudly. Just his luck, really. “How high is the risk?”

“89%, boss.”

“So, not all that bad,” he chuckles.

Then, F.R.I.D.A.Y reminds him how devastated Peter would be if anything happened to him.

Tony returns to his car on foot and pulls out his phone to call Peter.

~~~~~

Peter basks in the sunlight outside of a bustling café, sipping from a cup of hot chocolate. He’s ordered a chocolate croissant, and added the tasteless protein powder Tony and Bruce had synthesized to keep up with his spidey metabolism to his mug. Despite the jet lag, he’s eager to explore the city and it’s merits, his enthusiasm only growing knowing that Tony will be here within a few hours.

Feeling pleasantly full, Peter leans back in his chair- it’s an armchair, on a stool, and it’s driving him nuts, he loves it- and beams at Ned, who lounges next to him in an identical chair. “Dude,” he says.

“Dude,” Ned agrees.

Peter is grinning, Ned is grinning, the sun is shining, the birds are chirping, life is sweet-

Peter’s phone rings.

His first thought is that Tony’s plane has crashed.

His second is one of relief when he realizes it’s Tony who’s calling him.

His third is that his plane has crashed, and Tony’s calling him, mortally wounded, to say goodbye.

Ned stares at him, taking in the panicked look on his face, and mouths You good? Peter shakes his head and scrabbles for his phone.

“Pete?” Tony says as soon as he’s answered. He sounds fine, at least. “Hiya.”

“Are you okay?” Peter asks first, because he knows that even if Tony sounds like he’s fine, that doesn’t mean he is.

“Yeah. Yeah, Petey, I’m just fine, I promise,” Tony assures him. Peter relaxes in his chair, flashing Ned a quick thumbs up, because knows Tony would never lie to him, especially not if he was hurt. “How’re you doin’?”

Peter’s face lights up. “Oh, great! There are like, dogs everywhere here, even in the restaurants, and I saw this German Shepherd eating like- dog ice cream or something? And I got this super good chocolate croissant where we’re having breakfast. Y’know, I really thought the jet lag would be super bad but I’m not like, tired at all yet!”

“Aw, buddy, that’s great, I’m glad you’re havin’ a good time,” Tony says, voice dripping with fondness. “You’re drinking enough water, staying hydrated and all that, right?”

“Yup! Are you?”

Tony scoffs. “‘Course I am. Hafta set a good example n’ shi- stuff.” Peter snorts. He knows Tony does his best not to curse around his- and he quotes- “young, unsullied ears" but he ends up failing quite a lot.

“Which reminds me bud, how’s Ted?” Peter’s best friend’s health has pretty much no correlation with cursing, which makes the teen think that Tony has a specific reason for asking about him. He decides not to bring it up though.

“It’s Ned,” he sighs in mock frustration. And he’s good, he’s right next to me! I guess I didn’t tell you yesterday, but the hotel guy put us into two different rooms ‘cause they had extra or something and we didn’t realize ‘til we got to our rooms.” He sighs again then, for real, his good mood evaporating.

Tony’s Dad Senses pick up on it instantaneously. “Not ideal, huh?” he says gently, which earns him a small laugh from the kid. “D’you want me to talk to them?”

Peter nods sheepishly, then realizes Tony can’t see him. “Yeah. Thank you,” he says in a small voice, embarrassed that the genius is going to all this trouble just because he’s a little lonely. “Are you gonna be here soon?” he asks then, because he misses Tony, misses him just like he knows Tony is missing him.

Tony clears his throat. When he speaks, the guilt in his voice could rip him in half. “About that, buddy, well- Jesus, Pete, I’m so sorry. The, uh, the wind is too dangerous for me to fly over, and it’s not letting up ‘til around Monday. I’m so sorry, kiddo.”

Peter’s heart sinks. “Oh,” he says numbly.

He hears Tony lurch up. “Hey, Petey- shit, I’m so sorry, buddy. I- you know what, fuck it, I’ll fly over anyway, I-”

“No! No, I’m okay, I’m fine!” Peter says, wincing silently at the forced cheeriness in his voice, and knowing that Tony has seen right through.

“Hey, hey, buddy, it’s okay, I’ll be perfectly safe-”

“You can’t,” Peter pleads, desperate to keep Tony safe. “Please, Tony, you can’t, you’ll crash, or-”

“Whoa, Petey, deep breaths,” Tony interrupts, voice gentle. “I’m right here, I’m fine, you hear me?” He waits for Peter’s breathing to resume a steady rate, then says, “Bub, I won’t fly over if it’s not safe, I promise.”

Peter sighs. He’s relieved beyond belief that Tony is keeping both feet on the ground where he’ll be safe- he better be- but he misses the billionaire more than ever.

“And hey, who knows, maybe the wind’ll let up in a few hours!” Tony chuckles. Sobering a little, he says, “If the weather is on schedule, I’ll be there on Monday, 6 am, sharp.”

Peter prays he will. “I miss you, Tony,” he mumbles- he feels childish, knowing that he’s just begged the man to stay in New York, and now is just making him more miserable knowing that he’s miserable.

“I miss you too, Petey,” the genius murmurs back, voice filled with sorrow.

“Peter!” The phone nearly flies out of Peter’s hand as Mr. Harrington taps on his shoulder. He gasps a little, and though his teacher doesn’t seem to notice, Tony sure does, his gentle voice turning harsh with barley contained panic. “Who was that, Pete? Are you okay?”

“Um-” he tries.

“Come on, now! The bus is almost here, I can see it around the corner!” Mr. Harrington says loudly, and abruptly struts off, frantically waving down the bus that is already stopping.

“Peter!” Tony exclaims.

“I’m fine, I’m fine, it was just Mr. Harrington,” he rushes to reassure him. Tony breathes out a heavy sigh of relief. “Uh, the bus is here, I- I have to go.” He hurries to catch up with his best friend.

“I love you,” Tony says. “I love you so much, Pete, stay out of trouble, be safe.”

He doesn’t want to say goodbye. Neither of them do.

“I love you, Tony,” says Peter. “I’ll be safe, don’t worry about me!”

And with that, the call ends.

[land-of-holly]

Rings of Power Episode 2 Liveblog

The opening credits are pretty cool

Where's you're God now, Galadriel? (Literally)

So is the cold fire supposed to put us in mind of the torches from the previous episode?

POKE!

So this meteor guy is obviously a Maia of some kind

Nice that he fell from the sky with a scrap of cloth to protect his modesty.

I love Poppy, the sane friend.

Poppy! None of the elves are handsome! Why would you taunt us like this??!!

I'm surprised they actually kept him hidden successfully

Some people have wondered if Meteor Dude is a Blue Wizard, but I can't imagine them not arriving in a pair. (Spoiler, my guess is Gandalf if they're playing fair, Saruman if they're pulling a switcheroo)

I guess it was useful to have Bronwyn along after all.

Eregion! Where did that giant lake come from?

Feanor's hammer!

"True creation requires sacrifice" That's not ominous at all.

Hypnotic Silmarils confirmed! Didn't expect that.

Stop sucking up, Elrond.

YES I am all on board for Celebrimbor's super forge project! He sounds so excited!!

I love how he talks about the dwarves too

Gonna admit, it took me a sec to figure out why Khazad Dum only has this tiny little gate on the western side of the mountains.

Guess my dream of non Scottish dwaves simply wasn't to be

I love the dwarf masks!

Knowing why the dwarves are so surly makes this make a lot more sense

Oh dear. Your strange giant dude has run off. Who could have foreseen this?

Always a fan of magic powers that you can't really control

The little ear tug is a cute bit of body language

It's not a silly question, Maiar actually only eat on special occasions

Snails, yum! Cronch.

JESUS ow, cool it with the sympathetic magic!

You can hide your ears, Galadriel, but what about the light in your eyes?

So where did these castaways come from?

So obviously the hot one is the one that's gonna survive.

Corsairs prowl these water? The Numenoreans are slacking on the job.

RIP other castaways, we hardly knew ye. We didn't need your deaths to raise the stakes but we sure got em

And obviously I'm not gonna nitpick Galadriel having that name from the beginning, with nary a Celeborn in sight. But, you know. I could.

Elrond stronk. Got those Maia genes. You know, they haven't really mentioned the whole halfelven thing at all yet? And they can't exactly pretend it doesn't exist. He's kinda famous for it. Makes me wonder how much they're gonna build on that.

I choose to believe Elrond did not intentionally throw that challenge, but he did pick one he couldn't win.

"Has it been only twenty" Oh, buddy.

YOU MISSED HIS WEDDING ELROND.

Always working the diplomacy.

I love that the halls of Khazad Dum are spacious, but Elrond still has to duck sometimes.

Oh, I love Disa with my whole heart. Her hair is so cool!

"Gamli" the diffident attempts at naming OCs continue.

Disa and Durin's courtship story is so! cute! I like their dowsing technology too.

He has a tree!

But what *kind* of tree is it, Elrond?

Everything about Elrond's actions is sincere, yet calculated. He certainly is something.

What exactly is Galadriel trying to do with that rope, anyway? There's no sails.

If he's from Bronwyn's hometown how did he get to the Western ocean?? Is she not from way farther East??

Oh man, just watching Arondir crawl through that hole is giving me claustrophobia

Either it's not an Orc, or Arondir's knife is faulty

Again I'm not gonna nitpick names too much, but Theo's is kinda weird; Tolkien didn't generally import Greek and Latin names to stand in for Middle Earth languages (except for some of the Hobbit women's jewel and flower names I guess)

I suppose I understand Bronwyn's instinct to stay with her son and hide instead of running for help while she can.

Lol, fail orc got taken out by two level 1 commoners

Yow, Galadriel was raised by sailors but I guess she never really trained in seas this rough. She should know how to tie a better knot, though

There are A LOT of plotlines in this show, it's hard to wait for everyone to come back around the carousel

Would a lantern full of fireflies actually...work? Very Aesthetic, though.

Could be Radagast, I guess

Nori has a lot of dreams in her head, doesn't she

Is it in Sadoc's book? Is that where you can find the stars?

HE KILLED THE FIREFLIES!

I heard a theory that Durin III is actually just an illusion or hallucination. Interesting if true.

I SWEAR TO ERU IF THERE IS A SILMARIL IN THAT BOX I AM CALLING MAEDHROS ON THE PHONE RIGHT THE FUCK NOW

Evil vampire sword!!! Oh, poor Theo, I don't want you to become a ringwraith

Elendil?? Are we finally getting Numenoreans? Maybe??

See y'all next Friday!