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hwanghyunjinenthusiast · 2 years ago
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im not doing anything :((( i just think it’d be fun to think about gyu fucking you from behind while one of his hands presses your face into a pillow to muffle all of your loud moans. says “you need to shut the fuck up before the guys find out how much of a needy slut you are” :)
love uuuu <3 #sarj
...What is wrong with you? I've done nothing to you. I'll remember this Sar.
But also I just need to get this out of my system.
God, he'd be so mean and condescending about it. "So desperate to cum on my cock that you'd let me fuck you when everyone's home huh?" He'd whisper into your ear, your scalp stinging slightly with how harshly he's fisting your hair and shoving your face into one of his pillows.
Obviously you can't respond partly because he's muffling your noises and partly because you're too far gone. Mind completely blank aside from him and how deeply he fucks you. Overwhelmed tears streaking down your heated face and, he'd just laugh breathlessly, "Can't think about anything but, my dick? That's my good cockslut."
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dobaara · 2 years ago
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is ur username dobaara because u like TWICE
that wasn't the original reason but it is now. this is final.
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hwanghyunjinenthusiast · 2 years ago
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@duhnova @cheolhub this is Vernon coded
"i made u a playlist" ok so give me head while it's playing then?
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aloe-plant-yippee · 9 months ago
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longest i’ve spent on a drawing in a while but i had a lot of fun - from @kitsuneisi + @xmaruu11 ‘s ddvau comic !! check it out it’s super cool
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jellydrawsposts · 2 months ago
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Janai is actually thrilled, don’t let her fool you.
More on the little prince below!
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Prince Sar, named in honor of the late Queen Sarai, is the only child of Queen Janai and Queen Amaya and heir to the Sunfire Throne.
His cousins Zerah (left) and Talia (right), although stripped of their titles, have grown up alongside him.
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usafphantom2 · 6 months ago
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Halfway there
Scratch, claw, bite, whatever you gotta do to make it in and out
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hwanghyunjinenthusiast · 2 years ago
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BABY FEVER — CHOI SEUNGCHEOL ࿐
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summary. after a picnic date at the park goes horribly wrong, all choi seungcheol wants for his birthday is to fuck a baby into you.
wc. 3.4k+
warnings. established relationship, kinda ? dom!cheol, f. reader, pussy-drunk-bitch-in-heat cheol, breeding kink, literal baby making, marriage kink if you squint, reader referred to as mommy (x2), unprotected sex, oral (f. receiving), light body worship (f. receiving), vulgar language… heavy praise, pet names [baby, angel, princess] — MINORS DNI 18+
note. it’s an international holiday (aka cheol day) hehehe HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY LVRBOY <333 forgive me bc this is actually so rough… i forced myself to finish it in time for his bday 😍 please be gentle!! i promise ill make it up to all of u with a MUCH better cheol fic -3- happy coupsie day 2 u all x (thank yew @jeonghantis for reading this for me TWICE and always encouraging me <3)
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you have to admit, this is not how you thought seungcheol’s birthday lunch would pan out. 
no, you definitely did not expect to end the day with your legs wrapped around your beloved boyfriend’s waist while he split you open on his cock, breathily promising that he’ll give you a baby. a ring. a life for the both of you.
because when you took said boyfriend out for a picnic in the park, you did expect a serene lunch date with him and his favorite food. you even wore the sundress he bought for your birthday. it was supposed to be the perfect gift. 
but you hadn’t realized how busy it’d be. how could you have known? it was just a random tuesday afternoon in the midst of august– arguably the hottest month of the year. who, besides the two of you, would want to be out on a day like this?
rowdy, unrestrained children. that’s who. 
it seems that children and parents have nothing better to do than crash birthdays and cause you massive headaches. 
when you looked over at seungcheol on the blanket halfway through your food, you discerned the faraway look in his eyes. he hasn’t said much. much less of how he feels about his “gift.” he wasn’t there– probably disassociated because of the noise. you realized then that you probably should’ve picked a different spot… or stuck to the homemade candlelit dinner you had initially planned. or done literally anything else. 
“cheollie… do you wanna leave?” you asked, concern laced in your voice. “we don’t have to stay, we can go home and do whatever you want.”
his jaw clenched and unclenched at the sound of your voice. he offered a shuddered breath and gave you a curt nod. “yeah, let’s go home.” 
and so you did. you felt defeated as seungcheol bruisingly gripped the steering wheel the entire ride home. you felt defeated as you sat in the passenger seat thinking of ways to fix his now-ruined birthday. you felt defeated as you two rode away in silence. complete silence. 
when you arrive back at your home, you dejectedly drop the basket off in the kitchen without bothering to unpack it. cheol stays on your tail the entire time, following you back to your room after throwing the keys on the island next to the picnic basket. 
and when you reach your destination, you let him in before closing the door behind you and then he pounces.  he has you pinned to said door in an instant. 
completely thrown off by his change in behavior, you splutter out, “ch-cheol, what the fuck?!”
“baby,” he mutters breathily, his eyes scanning your features. the faraway look in his eyes has been replaced, both of them filled with something completely different. lust. it’s like the last hour never even happened.
he has you caged in. one of hands pressed flat against the door and the other gripping your waist. there’s a mere inch of a gap separating the two of you and you can feel all the heat radiating off of his body. 
still wide-eyed, staring up at him, you softly– apprehensively– ask, “cheol? are you okay?” 
admittedly, seungcheol is not okay. not in the slightest. he doesn’t want to scare you, but watching kids run around– hearing how happy they were– had him thinking thoughts. thoughts of having a kid of his own. 
it had his heart fluttering at first, the idea of having a mini him running around the house. it filled him with the utmost joy.
then his thoughts escalated. thoughts of having a kid turned into thoughts of having a kid with you. thoughts of getting you round and pregnant with his child rotted large portions of his brain away.
and it progressively got worse and worse. with every passing minute, the images in his brain became more clear till the only thing on his mind was folding you in half and fucking a baby into you while you begged for it. 
he’s not sure how to relay said thoughts to you. the two of you have been dating for years and you’re in a really good place, both financially and emotionally.
but dropping the ‘i want a kid’ bomb? before he’s even proposed? it’s taboo…untraditional… it’s something you potentially don’t even want, so he should ease into the conversation of children and marriage.
but…choi seungcheol thinks he’s lost the ability to think and speak clearly. that’s why he blurts it out without logically thinking it over, lost in a haze of lust and need and burning hot desire. 
“wanna have a baby,” 
your stomach drops and the air in your lungs vanishes, leaving you breathless.
“w-what…cheol? a baby?” you ask slowly. “you… wanna have a baby?” 
a small growl bubbles in his chest when you repeat his words. “wanna give you a baby.” 
heat creeps up your neck and within seconds– when you realize the intent of his words– your entire body burns as arousal courses through your veins. seungcheol doesn’t just want to have a kid… he wants to fuck one into you. 
you can’t say you’ve never thought of having one before, but it was always farther down the line. after marriage and settling down.
even still, your stomach swirls in anticipation, imagining seungcheol as a father. as your husband. 
so you reply, “do… do you think we’re ready for that? we’re still pretty young and… we aren’t married…”
your words trail off and you look away, eyes trained on his chest instead. 
“i’m gonna marry you.” he says as a matter of factly. “look at me.” he demands, the hand next to your head moves to grip your chin, forcing you to look up at him. “there’s no doubt in my mind. i’m going to marry you, baby.”
hearing that is surreal. he’s said it twice and the words are still rattling around in your empty brain. he’s gonna marry you. there’s no doubt in his mind. 
you’d think your heart is about to lurch out of your chest the way it pounds against your ribcage. your palms are dripping with sweat, your knees are buckling about ready to give out on you, your stomach is in knots because, fuck yes, you want this. you want him. and– you guessed it– you want to bear his child. 
you don’t know how long you’ve been standing, blankly staring at him. before you can even speak up, seungcheol is dropping to his knees in front of you, both of his hands on your waist now.
you almost think he’s going to propose, leaving you even more speechless, but he leaves a soft kiss on your tummy. he’s gentle, kissing you through the fabric of your dress right above your navel. his lips venture down, though, and his pleading eyes look up at you waiting for your okay. 
you let out the breath you were holding, nodding your head.
and cheol swears he would lose it if he hadn’t already. 
he reaches for your panties under your dress, yanking them off your body and letting them pool at your feet. his hand moves to hold your dress up, wrinkling it in his grip. the other lifts one of your legs and drapes it over his shoulder before he finally dives into your cunt.
“cheol!” you gasp as you feel his tongue lay flat against your folds. your hands thread through his hair, gripping at his locks as he laps up your arousal. “sl-slow– fuck, baby– slow down,”
seungcheol is a giver, that’s always been common knowledge.
but you tend to forget that he is exceptionally greedy when it comes to eating you out. he can never get enough of you, slurping at your hole and sucking your clit till you’ve cum countless times on his face. a glutton for pussy, you could say.
it’s why he can’t slow down despite your request. his tongue digs into you while he noses at your clit, moaning against your cunt to bring you closer to the euphoric feeling you’ve been craving since he asked to fuck a baby into you. 
and it works. it always does. your moaning and whining and begging and it’s fucking music to his ears. 
“tastes so good, angel,” he moans against you, words coming out muffled. the vibrations shock your body and you can’t help but jolt, back arching off the door. your hands tighten their grip on his hair, pushing him further into your cunt. 
and that’s the thing about seungcheol being insatiable. you always end up greedier than him. it’s like an orchestrated plan. 
“more,” you beg through a whine, grinding your pussy into his face. “please more, feels s’good, cheollie,” 
he groans against you again, digging his nails into your thigh eliciting your pretty mewls. he tightly wraps his lips around your clit, flicking the swollen bud with his tongue. you throw your head back against the door, eyebrows knitting together as you’re overcome with pleasure. 
it hits you before you can even blink. you’re letting out a breathless mantra of seungcheol’s name, your stomach knots up, your breathing increases and you completely lose control as you let go all over his face. 
he keeps eating you out, whining while lapping up your release as if he’d been deprived of the taste of your cum for weeks. as if he hadn’t eaten you out just last night. and the morning before that. and three times in a row the day before.
when he’s finally done, he gently sets your leg back down. he observes the way you tremble, struggling to keep balance so his hands are back on your waist, releasing the wrinkled fabric and letting it fall back over your legs.
he stands to his feet, towering over you once again. his hard cock strains in his jeans and he gives you a look that screams ‘i need you’ to which you look up at him with hooded eyes. the sheen of your arousal on his skin, his disheveled hair is quite the sight.
“baby…” he pants, inching closer to you. 
“put one in me,” you whisper. you, too, have no doubt in your mind about this. about him. you want everything he’s offering to you. “fuck a baby into me, cheol, i want it. i want you.”
seungcheol thinks his life flashes before his eyes when he hears your words. he thinks, maybe, he mishears you for a second, but when you keep that expectant look on your face, he knows that this is very real. that he’s gonna fuck you full of cum and pray it takes. 
he closes the gap between you, pressing his lips against yours.
it’s not your average kiss. it’s hot and heavy and, fuck, you think he just might eat you alive. his body is flush against yours now and you feel his bulge digging into your tummy. 
feeling him like this has you craving the weight of his cock on your tongue, but you know cheol has no plan of relinquishing any type of control tonight. even if it does mean he’s missing out on the world’s best head.
you kick off your shoes and fumble with the button on his jeans while whining into his mouth. you eventually give up after the button doesn’t budge, wrapping your arms around his neck and grinding against his clothed bulge instead, basking in the way he groans back into your mouth.
he pulls back, swollen lips turning down in a cute pout, “baby, need to fuck you right now…”
you tug at his shirt, whispering, “then fuck me, cheol.” 
a guttural groan bubbles in the back of his throat. he pulls your dress up by the hem, growling a soft, “off.” 
“you first.” 
he raises an eyebrow at you but doesn’t say anything else, tugging his shirt over his head and tossing it on to the ground. his hands are back on your dress, but you shake your head. 
“pants, too,” you whisper with a cheeky smile. 
“didn’t realize this was a strip tease,” he grumbles passively, stepping out of his shoes while his hands easily pop the button of his jeans and yanking them down his thick thighs. 
your eyes flit down to his boxers and your saliva pools in your mouth, threatening to spill past your lips at the mere sight of his clothed hard-on. 
he interrupts your gawking, gruff, stern voice filling your ears, “take your fucking dress off.”
you giggle, raising your arms. he’s not slow and he’s most certainly not gentle when he practically rips the dress up and off, discarding it into the pile of clothes that lay haphazardly on the floor.
he doesn’t even give you a second before grabbing– manhandling– you and guiding you to the bed. 
he lays you down and internally melts. “you’re so gorgeous, baby,” he mumbles, spreading your legs open and eyeing your pulsing cunt. “you’re perfect.”
you don’t know how it’s possible at this point, but you grow even hotter. feverish. you always love his praise and you know he’s well-aware of the fact because he smirks as you squirm and clench around nothing. 
“cheollie,” you whimper. 
his hands splay over your bare stomach and his cock throbs as an array of dirty thoughts re-enter his mind. 
“you’re gonna look so cute when i put a baby in you, isn’t that right?” he murmurs, hands ghosting over your skin before they land on your tits, fondling them through your bra without a care in the world. “gonna be such a pretty mommy…” he tells you, voice dropping an octave. 
you moan at the contact and his promiscuous words. arousal drools from your hole, surely soaking a puddle into the sheets under you. you’re not sure how much longer you can wait for him to impale you on his cock before you become a weeping mess. 
you whine, eyes threatening to close, “please make me a mommy, cheollie.”
seungcheol lets out a sharp breath, quickly removing his hands from your tits, opting on using them to push his boxers down. 
when his length slaps against his abdomen, he lets out a soft groan. he doesn’t wait for anything else, grabbing his cock, spitting on it, stroking it a few times and, finally, pushing his angry red tip against your hole. 
when the head of his cock gets trapped between the warm walls of your cunt, seungcheol curses. “tightest fuckin’ thing,” he mutters, shoving himself deeper and deeper, listening to your high-pitched whines and whimpers. 
and when he’s finally balls deep inside of you, his eyes flicker up from your pussy swallowing him whole to your contorted, fucked out face that he loves dearly. 
he’s breathless, asking, “you good, baby?”
you offer a broken nod and a weak, “s’good.”
it’s all he needs to hear before standing all the way up on his knees, grasping at your waist, and lifting your lower back off the bed. 
you squeal, “cheol! what are you–” 
you’re cut off by your own yelp when he pulls out and slams back into you without much of a warning. his cock reaches deeper than you think you’ve ever felt and it has your eyes rolling back and your hands pulling the sheets off the bed. 
his hips are relentless, continuously driving his cock in and out of you at an impressive speed while groaning out words of praise. you feel his tip bruisingly kiss your cervix and the pained pleasure brings tears to your eyes. 
“s-seungcheol–” you sob, arching further into the air. 
“i know, baby,” he moans in response. “but, fuck, you’re taking it so well. look so fucking pretty taking my cock like this.” he wants to throw his head back in pleasure, but he can’t bear to tear his eyes away from you. 
tears helplessly fall down the sides of your face and your mouth is cracked open, letting out the most gorgeous sounds. your tits spill from your bra, bouncing with every thrust and it’s too good. you look too fucking good. 
and you’re going to look even better with his cum leaking out of your cunt. 
you ache with the partial bridge seungcheol has you in. you’re not sure if you want to focus on the profound pain or intense pleasure, but when he drops your body back on the bed and his thumb catches your clit, you have no other choice. 
you gasp, crying out and clamping around him with an iron grip, “fuh-fuck! cheol– cheollie!”
he growls, rubbing the sensitive bud faster and faster. “you gonna cum for me?”
you pant, chest heaving as you nod your head vigorously. your eyes screw shut and your jaw drops further as you feel the familiar knotting in your tummy. your impending orgasm bubbles in the pit of your belly, a stream of whines and moans leaving your mouth. 
“cum f’me, angel.” he coaxes breathily, cock twitching and throbbing inside of you. “s’gonna feel so good, just cum for me.” he practically begs and you think it’s because he’s just as close. 
you can’t even find it in you to care because the onslaught of pleasure wracks your body. you clench around him once, twice, three times– and, before you know it, the knots in your tummy come completely undone and you’re left a shaking mess under him.
“that’s it, that’s my fucking girl.” he nearly whines, fucking you through your orgasm while you jerk and thrash on the bed. “god, i love this pussy, your body, everything, baby– i love you.”
you cry, silently praying he’ll press his lips against yours because, god, you love him, too. so much. but your voice is hoarse and you don’t think you can conjure up the words to give him. 
it’s like he reads your mind, slipping his hand in between your tits and pulling your body up by the material of your bra and wraps his arms around your body. his mouth presses against yours, swallowing all of your sounds as you swallow his. 
your arms wrap around his neck, sobbing in overstimulation as he kisses the life out of you.  when he pulls away, you wrap your legs around his waist, the heels of your feet digging into his lower back. you continue to whine, burying your face into his sweaty neck to muffle the noises. 
he holds you tighter, pounding into you without any regard to your sounds. “gonna fill you up, princess. gonna fuck you full of my cum, give you a baby, marry you,” he grunts loudly. “everything. gonna– fuck– gonna give you everything.”
you nod, sinking your teeth into his neck. 
and seungcheol can’t hold back, moaning your name before pressing his cock as far as he can go and stilling there. ribbons of his release coat your bruised walls and you feel the warmth radiate throughout your body. 
cheol’s pants slowly morph into breathy chuckles as he comes to terms with what he’s done. 
you shudder, feeling full in more ways than one. you pull your head from the crook of his neck, looking at his gummy grin and dazed eyes and you give him a lopsided grin. you look so content, even after he nearly fucked the life out of you. 
“was it too much?” he asks gently after a few minutes of silently staring at each other.
“a lil…” you whisper, weakly clamping around him. “you know i love it when you get like this, though.”
“i know.” he mumbles, unraveling himself from you to marvel at his work. he pulls out of you and watches the way his cum slowly dribbles out of your hole. he can’t help but groan at the sight. “you think this’ll be enough, angel?”
“a few more rounds probably wouldn’t hurt.” you giggle. 
“that can probably be arranged.” he hums cheekily. “but, seriously, baby. thank you… for today. you always know how to surprise me.”
“really? i kinda… thought you hated the whole picnic lunch date,” you murmur. “thought i ruined your day.”
“no, baby, i loved it.” he says through a smile, kissing the corner of your mouth. “it was great, i swear… i just thought about fucking a baby into you a little too hard.”
“i’m really glad.” you smile, “and, now that you hopefully did… how would you rate year 28?”
“10/10. truly the best birthday ever.” he says. “i got everything i ever wanted.”
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dizzybevvie · 1 year ago
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POV you're a witch and you almost single-handedly give a boy magic induced comphet
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trancowboy · 2 years ago
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a big thank you to @sar-ca5tic for indulging my brain rot 🙏
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hwanghyunjinenthusiast · 2 years ago
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🥺🥺🥺 Sar, and when I cry? It's too early for me to be this emotionally delicate lol. I love you too
let's be mutuals again in our next life
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hwanghyunjinenthusiast · 2 years ago
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u are not beating those dinonara allegations and you know it 💀💀💀💀 I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE.
Not you coming on my blog to spread your propaganda....as if my husband is not my whole header. Wow, Sar.
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dobaara · 2 years ago
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You wake up in a dimly lit room, disoriented and confused. The sterile scent of a hospital fills your nostrils, and the distant sound of beeping machines echoes in your ears. Blinking away the haze, you notice a figure standing near your bed, peering down at you. It's none other than Zoya Akhtar, the renowned filmmaker, now taking on the role of your doctor.
Fear grips your heart, knowing that something is terribly wrong. How could Zoya Akhtar be your doctor? This must be a bizarre dream, a twisted hallucination born from your coma. You muster the strength to speak, your voice trembling.
"Doctor Akhtar?" you manage to utter, your voice weak and strained. "What's happening? Where am I?"
Zoya Akhtar's gaze lingers on you for a moment, her expression inscrutable. The lines of her face seem to blend with the shadows, casting an eerie aura around her.
"You've been in a coma for several months," she says, her voice low and unnerving. "But now you're awake."
Desperation washes over you as you realize the gravity of your situation. You implore her, begging for her help. "Please, Doctor Akhtar, I need you to save my life! What can you do?"
A wicked smile plays upon her lips, chilling you to the core. Her eyes gleam with an otherworldly light, and her voice carries an undertone of menace.
"Zindagi na milegi @dobaara," she whispers, her words dripping with a dark certainty.
Confusion and terror grip you as her words sink in. "Carpe diem," she mutters, her voice now a mere murmur.
Suddenly, the room begins to distort. The walls seem to close in, the shadows dancing with a life of their own. Panic wells up within you as the beeping machines escalate into a cacophony of shrill sounds.
You try to scream for help, but your voice is swallowed by the sinister atmosphere. Zoya Akhtar's presence becomes suffocating, her face contorted into a wicked grin.
With a sudden surge of strength, you manage to tear yourself from the bed, stumbling towards the door. But no matter how fast you move, the hallway stretches endlessly, an infinite labyrinth taunting your desperate escape.
Whispers fill the air, haunting echoes of your past, tormenting regrets, and forgotten dreams. Shadows morph into sinister figures, reaching out to grab you, their touch icy and paralyzing.
As the darkness envelops you, your pleas for salvation go unheard. The world around you fades into nothingness, consumed by an eternal nightmare.
You crash your car, but the true horror lies in the aftermath, trapped in a twisted reality where Zoya Akhtar becomes your captor. Zindagi na milegi @dobaara, and you are left to wander the depths of your own waking nightmare, forever trapped in the realm of the tormented.
I genuienly can't do this, I've been laughing at this for the past fifteen minutes oh god
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p1aid-scarvs · 4 months ago
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guess who’s my favorite solarballs character
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hwanghyunjinenthusiast · 2 years ago
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Thank you Sar!!!! I'm pretty sure I've seen all my mutuals already do this or be tagged lol but, for anyone who wants to, feel free!
I forced myself to pick one album per ult lol.
🤍new tag game🤍
show off your favorite albums!
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rules:
1. go to this link and search your 4 favorite albums
2. screenshot and crop your final image
3. upload the image in a reblog here
4. tag 5 friends (or strangers, whatever floats your boat)
tagging: @feltednettles @jaehunnyy @hyuckmov @sehunniepot @theonlysoph (and anyone else who wants to participate!!! if this flops I’ll cry)
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shoopsthereitis · 2 months ago
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sar!!! 61 for jegulus please <33
for this ask game
61. I told you not to fall in love with me
“Regulus, please. You don’t have to do this. Come with me. Come with Sirius. Please.” James feels the words escape him, desperate.
“It’s already done, James.”
The words strike harder than they should have. Regulus looks as though he's carrying the weight of the world, his defenses like iron walls, pushing James away, trying to keep him out.
"It doesn't have to be this way, I can help you." James steps forward, but Regulus steps back, trying to maintain distance.
"You don't get it. It's already done."
Regulus pulls up his sleeve, revealing the Dark Mark. The sting still hits just as hard. Part of James always feared this moment, even if he’d tried to deny it.
“Reg...” His hand trembles slightly as he reaches out, and this time Regulus doesn't step away. James' fingers brush the cold skin of Regulus’ forearm, his thumb moving in small, almost tender circles over the mark, as if he could erase it by sheer will.
“I told you not to fall in love with me,” Regulus says, his tone hard. But the cracks are there, just enough for James to hear. The break in his voice, the way his throat shifts—he's trying to push James away, but James won't let him go that easily.
“And what about you?” James whispers, his voice barely audible as his hand reaches up to cradle his jaw. “Did you fall in love with me?”
Regulus hesitates. His teeth catch his lip, eyes darting downward, before they finally meet James’, and for the first time today, something unguarded flickers between them. A moment of truth.
“Yes,” he says softly, almost painfully. “And I wish I hadn’t.”
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serenpedac · 2 months ago
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Beloved Seren!! I'm curious about if you have theories/predictions about MC's condition, like from an astronomy point of view? You mentioned that you view how the energy comes and goes kind of like solar flares! And I've been predicting that the powers being too much for the MC to survive would be sort of like they were turned into a dying star...but I know like 0.1 astronomy thing and only for fic purposes lol. So I'm curious if you have an opinion/perspective/prediction on what is happening to MC? (I'm not sure if my question even makes sense and zero pressure at all to answer this haha ❤️ I just figured you would have a cool perspective on it!!)
Lovely PD, thank you for the ask <3 This is a very good question and I have been thinking about Li-Sar and the MC's power, but my theories are somewhat fuzzy.
First, the theory that is related to my comment about solar flares. One of the things that caught my attention was how often the demo mentions electricity in regard to Li-Sar's powers, while also mentioning their power is "solar magic". This made me think about the Sun's magnetic field lines, because the Sun's electric currents and magnetic field are linked closely together. Because of turbulence of the Sun's plasma, those magnetic field lines get all tangled up. This can lead to them breaking and connecting with others, a process that releases a burst of energy (magnetic reconnection, see v cool video here, though the image below is clearer), accelerating particles, and causing bursts of electromagnetic radiation: solar flares.
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The radiation sickness, together the mentions of Li-Sar---and now the MC---wields solar radiation, fit with the idea of solar flares. Only it seems Li-Sar can control this, while we see that the MC cannot. Looking at Li-Sar's comment on how a human body won't be able to handle the building magic, my theory would be that the "flares", like that burst of power in chapter 2, will get stronger and more frequent, eventually tearing the MC apart. It wouldn't be the radiation itself, as that doesn't seem to be an issue so far, but rather the energy involved in powering those bursts. Obviously, I assume a solution will be found.
My second theory fits with you say about a dying star, because it could be like a supernova event! A supernova type Ia is what comes to mind, with a white dwarf (the MC) and a companion star (Li-Sar). The MC siphoned mass (this power) from Li-Sar, causing them to cross a certain threshold, which then leads to the explosion/death.
And another theory that no one asked for, but Li-Sar reminds me of an O or B type star, as they are blueish-white, fitting with the blue and white colour scheme that keeps popping up in the demo. These stars have masses between ~3 - 200 times the mass of the sun, so like Ostin said, they have the power of "a dozen suns" or even more.
Such high mass stars can end in supernova explosion without the need for a companion star. Ignoring ethical considerations and the canon lore behind the Agency not killing supernaturals, this might be a reason the Agency didn't kill Li-Sar. Their death might cause so much destruction and make the planet uninhabitable. But that's just me being speculative.
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