#they are in your brain and Not paying rent smh

[circus-clangen]

it finally happened to me: i had a dream abt someone's clangen. and guess what? it was this one.

do i remember a single thing abt it? no. but by golly it was these cats.

-warriorwhiskers

HAHAHA oh I am OBSESSED with that... I haven't even had a dream about these creatures yet smhh jealous

[naffeclipse]

Heya @xitsensunmoon! I wrote a little something as your Spooder Moom has captivated me wholeheartedly, I hope that's alright! (If for any reason you want me to delete it, say the word and I will.)

Content Warning for suggestive themes, possessive behavior, horror, predator/prey behavior, and mild injury.

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There’s something off, and the hair on the back of your neck stands on end because of it.

Your simple, company-issued flashlight sweeps through the darkness of the pizzaplex—was it always this shadowy? Did the ceilings usually stretch this high into cavernous pitch-blackness? Even the constant, low-lit neon glow emits weakly as you traverse up the steps that will take you to the front of the Superstar Daycare doors.

Strangely, you can’t find any security bots rolling around, occasionally catching you off guard with their silent but sudden presence. You are part of said security presence, a human guard who’s on duty for tonight. You can’t put your finger on it. It doesn’t feel right, like you’re not quite as alone as you think you are.

Where’s Moon? He should have already met you at the start of your shift. You’ve befriended the Daycare Attendant, grown fond of his mischievous but ultimately soft mannerisms as well as occasionally viewed him in the daylight hours, tending to the children with glee and a spin of his sunrays. There’s hardly a night of work that passes where you two aren’t making the rounds together, ensuring safety and security. Sometimes, he flirts with you. Sometimes, you flirt back and have no idea if it’s just good fun or something more.

You wait for the doors to roll up after flashing your security pass, allowing you access to the entrance hall before the actual daycare.

Just as you enter and the doors roll back down behind you, a dark form streak behind the golden statues of Moondrop and Sundrop, dancing just outside the corner of your vision. A spindly shadow.

You whip your flashlight through the dark. The mediocre beam catches on the shine of the sculpture, throwing yellow refractors, but behind it lies nothing.

There was something.

Inhaling, and forcing your nerves to settle, you linger a moment in the eerie darkness. The thought crosses your mind that this is Moon’s idea of funny, but it’s not. Funny is when he earns a shriek from you when he’s grabbed you from behind with no warning. Funny is telling you to go to sleep when you yawn in the middle of your shift. Funny is anything but this.

It’s sinister.

You continue forward, wishing you had more means of defense than a dull flashlight. Through the entryway into the daycare, you cannot shake the weight of eyes upon you.

In the area of ‘pick-up’, you survey the large, cavernous playground and jungle gym with a thin sweep of your flashlight.

“Moon?” you whisper. You near the fence that overlooks the main daycare area, the black nets climbing high and nearly cutting out the weak strain of faux starlight infused into the ceiling.

Your heart echoes in your ears. The uneasy awareness of your pulse has you turning once more, light desperately seeking in the low visibility. Your knuckles stretch white around the handle of the flashlight.

Before you take a step away from the daycare, quick darkness falls over your face, covering your eyes.

“Moon!” you almost scream before exhaling a frazzled chuckle. The metallic digits drape familiarly, though this is a first for the lunar jester. Does he want you to play ‘guess who?’ He must have been hiding on his wire way up in the air this whole time.

The hands don’t leave you. You already guessed right, it could be no one else. In your confusion, a shiver creeps down your spine as the metallic digits keep your eyes closed.

“Moon?” You hold still. “Is everything alright?”

The pinky finger of his right hand lightly taps the bridge of your nose. You shift your body except for your head, held firmly in place by the Daycare Attendant. For one, wild moment, an urge to break free comes over you but you immediately reign in it. You don’t need to give him ammunition with which to tease you.

The darkness, and the quiet, set upon you an uneasiness that’s growing harder to ignore. Quiet, mechanical click of joints sounds above you.

“Hey, talk to me, Moon-man. What’s going on?”

Is he in a mood? You can sense something amiss—this isn’t a simple bad day. It’s more dreadful.

He hums once, a low sound that’s a little more behind you but still in the air.

“I’m getting worried here,” you press. You lift your hands in an attempt to take pry his away. Whatever amusement you briefly found in being blinded for an unannounced game is long past.

Before your fingers can brush his ribbon-clad wrists, the weight of another pair of large hands settles onto your shoulders, gripping the flesh covering your collarbones. You freeze. Moon still covers your face.

“Who is that?” you demand. You didn’t hear or see anyone besides Moon. Near-panic blooms in your chest at your inability to pinpoint who else is touching you.

The softest touch of silicon slides against the shell of your ear. Moon rasps, “Just me.”

Fear crawls steadily over your mind, stalling your heart. You can’t grasp what he means.

Then another pair of hands takes your wrists. The all-too-familiar grasp wrapping around the small bones of your carpals shoots a shockwave through you, awakening your sensibility. A knee-jerk reaction pulls you away, ducking and twisting out of the surreal amount of palms clasping you.

You stumble back. Your eyes dart wildly in the near darkness while the beam of your flashlight whips through the room before you manage to set it on the Daycare Attendant.

The illumination is bright, brief, and almost more than you can bear. Moon dangles from the aerial wire attached to his back, legs curled underneath him like a predator about to pounce, but that is not what steals the breath from your lungs.

Arms—arms tense under the weak projection of your flashlight. Multiples cut through the air with dozens and dozens of fingers curling like claws before he makes a terrible, metal screech of pain. You start as he retreats skyward. Throwing the light away from him, down at the ground as if giving yourself a spotlight at your feet, you stare unblinkingly in horror at Moon. He twists upside down in the unnatural night of the daycare, much too arachnid.

“Moon,” your voice trembles. Your eyes slowly adjust as he hangs in the air, red security eyes piercing the darkness. A quiet ring of the bell at the end of his nightcap echoes sharply.

His natural arms are still in place, working as intended, as they alone should be. Lower down, jutting from the sides of his deep blue and silver torso, in tight rows of three, are not one, not two, but three extra pairs of arms. The insectoid appearance overcomes you and you unwittingly shuffle backward. Your death grip on the flashlight presses your short-cut nails painfully into your nail beds.

For several long seconds, you are confronted by this horrifying version of the Moon you know.

“Why do you have eight arms?” you ask, stupefied in your shock. There is no rationale, the logic of a nightmare in full effect.

“The better to hold you with,” he whispers in his bedtime story-telling voice which does nothing to ease your worries, and the flirt—it’s not playful as it plays upon dark cords. His voice slips into your eardrums like a hiss.

His eyes upturn in his upside-down state. The impish, sinister gleams of crimson in the near dark trip your heart before it begins thumping rapidly in your chest. He sways his many appendages through the air in a haunting display.

“What is going on? Did management do this to you?” you almost stutter. You can’t look away. A quiet, primitive part of you shrieks out commands to flee. Moon unfurls claws continuously as your eyes dart around him, trying to keep track of every sneaky hand.

“I thought you once said you weren’t afraid of spiders.” He emits a low, growling chuckle.

You can’t find the courage to tell him that this isn’t what you had in mind when you said such a thing. You might even have laughed. It’s something he would repeat back to you in a mocking moment, but it’s entirely off. It’s him, but not. He is more, and that sends a chill through your veins.

“Moon, answer me,” you whisper. A furious urge to kick yourself into gear pesters the back of your mind, but you’re held in suspension, transfixed by a weaver's unnaturalness emerging from his new form.

You don’t know if you trust the sharp glow in his gaze.

The quiet echoes of your raging heartbeat, and you fear he can hear it. Worst, you dread that he might enjoy the hurried rush of blood and adrenaline flowing through your limbs.

He tilts his upside-down head. The bell jingles once before his grin stretches much too wide for your liking.

“I may have caught something.” His murmurs slip over you with cold dread.

“Like what?” You almost bolt. A fleeting idea of leading him to Parts and Service veers through your skull.

“A virus.” He draws one of his many hands to his mouth. Inverted, he silently shushes you with a far too-deadly smile. His teeth are sharper in the darkness. There’s an edge of hunger, of ravening attention placed entirely upon you. His other fingers wave and flutter, eager to snatch something up.

You struggle to swallow as the dryness in your mouth causes your tongue to stick. This can’t be possible. It’s too horrific to believe, yet, he’s dangling right in front of you.

“How does a virus give you extra arms? What is it, like a spider virus?” A million other rapid-fire questions are burning through your mind but that is all you can focus on—the reason for his mutation.

You grip the flashlight tighter. His eyes narrow at the trembling beam of yellow brilliance and your breaking of his quieting gesture.

“It’s different,” he whispers, deathly secretive, “It’s revealing parts of us we didn’t know we had. It’s giving us ways to get what we want.”

That’s almost the Moon you know: soft, confessional, for once not focused on being your personal menace. You caught him once again in a rare but shining moment of vulnerability, but this flashes with stygian edges like the blade of a knife, or the fangs of a poisonous creature.

Somehow, you understand that he does not need venom. His body twists as do the many arms arching through the air.

“What do you want?” you ask. You shouldn’t have. You had to while you stood before him with your heart in your throat.

His grin twists upright with a sharp ring of his hat’s bell. All eight of his hands open, desirous to take something within their palms.

His scarlet gaze seizes you.

“A lovely bug.”

You step back. He glides forward at a slight jump, many arms splayed through the black air but stop. You stare, a thunderous pace overtaking your heart. Yet, frozen fear anchors your feet to the floor. It’s almost another game between you two—almost.

Cold fear pools into your belly, chilling every inch of your body. What happens if he wins?

“Are you going to chase me?” Your voice is strangely steady for once. You're calm. It is always like this before terror strikes?

“Are you going to run?” He tilts his head with quiet clicks as if daring you to.

“Moon,” your voice slips so low you fear you’re inaudible.

He stills. It’s odd how frozen all of his hands become. His crimson gaze flashes in the dark.

“Don’t be afraid,” he rasps, and you almost find a glimmer of the Moon you do know underneath the terror, “We—I should have shown you a long time ago.”

His arms? His horrifyingly strange behavior? You don’t believe he’s talking about that but your terror-trapped mind can’t function well enough to decipher his often cryptic meanings, especially in this instance.

He creeps closer, hands stretching through the air toward you. His fingertips grasp at all of your edges. Full force stunned at a bombarded sensory awareness of hands covering you, you gasp. He hooks your hips. His other palms lay on your waist. Another set rests on your shoulders as you're lifted, feet leaving the safety of the floor by his spindly strength. The slightest slip of his digits attempts to slide away the flashlight from your tightly wound fist, and you jerk back to awareness.

“Sweetheart—”

You flip the beam directly into his face. The light burns across his crescent casting as he shrieks, ringing electronically. The many hands drop you. You stumble but land on your feet before getting your legs underneath you and scrambling for the door. The light of your mere weapon whips wildly over the daycare pick-up entrance. Darting toward the lesser chamber, you run hard and fast with your feet hitting the ground hard. A bell jingles directly behind you.

Moon calls out your name in a vicious growl.

You can’t look back. A brush of air hits your shoulder and with a yelp, you drop to the ground in a roll. Moon overshoots above you, so many hands snatching at the space you were just occupying before you jump back up and cut around the golden statues of the daycare attendant—the sculptures are a small, brief barrier.

The doors. They’re close. You just have to get through the rolling door and down the stairs to the exit. Once in safety, you’ll figure out how to help Moon and stop this virus. Everything is intensified. You can hardly catch your breath as you half crawl, half shoot under the rolling door while a sinister chuckle echoes behind you.

Heart pounding, you clutch your flashlight like a sword as you dart for the stairs. A breathy, rasp of Moon’s voice follows you, snarling, “Naughty, naughty.”

It’s almost him, too twisted and vicious.

You leap off the landing and almost buckle when you land on the lower steps. Pain sparks in one ankle but you refuse to stop, adrenaline dulling any ache as you take wide leaps down, down, down. A dark shadow cuts across the ceiling high above you. The exit! It’s just behind Freddy’s golden statue. It’s so close you can already feel the safety of being outside—you just need to get a little further.

Your hurt ankle folds onto its side and you stumble. A small cry tears from your mouth as you fall forward, just one step away from the ground floor. Your momentum flings you toward the neon carpet. You throw your hands out to catch your fall—

Arms wrap around you, tangling up your waist and pulling you fast from the floor before it ever meets you. A gasp rips from your teeth. A large hand covers your mouth and another curls around your throat without squeezing. Bands of limbs secure you tightly to a metal chassis as deft fingers rip your flashlight away. Moon tosses it to the ground where glass shatters and plastic pops and cracks, ringing through the room with finality.

Any scream you might have made is smothered by Moon’s grasp. He soars upward. Air whips past you in your growing terror. You can’t watch the ground slip farther away and a whimper is caught in your mouth before you close your eyes. He’s going to drop you and watch you go splat, or strangle you, or whatever sick commands the virus is inflicting upon Moon. You desperately plead to anything and anyone to make this stop happening. You can’t even hold onto him in return, his many arms pinning yours at your sides as he zips along. The motion is staggering and swift. You hear the door roll open, a brief moment of jostling, and he’s flying again.

You should say something, ‘it’s okay, it’s not your fault’ or whatever could comfort Moon, but you’re not sure it will do anything even if you could speak. You’re both doomed.

You peek once, finding the daycare's multi-colored floors below you before squeezing your eyes shut. Maybe this is where you die, among a plastic, primary-colored jungle of children’s toys.

The wind from his aerial travels washes over you before a different darkness covers your eyelids. Startled, you open your eyes to find yourself clasped against Moon as he touches down on the balcony to his private room. You’re carried effortlessly by two separate arms as the other separates the curtains and Moon descends within the secrecy. Nimble fingers lift away from your throat and mouth. Instead, he begins petting your hair and caressing your cheek.

A quiet whimper leaves your lips.

“Shush.” Into the darkness, Moon strides quickly. He cradles you and makes his way toward a small, messy pile of blankets that brings to your mind the making of a nest.

“Moon?” you hushly tremble. “What are you doing?”

“I’m trying to show you,” he growls and the vibrating of his chassis touches your side before he sets you gingerly down, betraying his agitation. “You’re being rude.”

“What?!” you demand before sputtering incessantly.

He drops to the ground and cuts you off with a slight jostle. You are manhandled twice over, positioned into his starry pants lap as you catch shadowy streaks of his hands groping the floor. The starlight of the daycare barely peeks into the Daycare Attendant’s room. You hold your breath. A hyper-awareness creeps over you with his two sets of arms wrapped around your middle in an embrace. You are helpless to fight the apprehension and flustered heat building in your face. A part of you entertains the possibility of testing your strength against his before begrudgingly accepting reality.

There is no escape.

The weight of a mink-soft blanket is pulled over your legs, covering your work slacks and shoes. He leans back, perturbing you at his ease but now you rest comfortably against him—as comfortably as your tense body can. He hums a soft lullaby. Lightly, ever so lightly, his face plate presses into the curve of your neck. His teeth kiss your shoulder.

Oh.

Shock loosens air from your lungs. You long to grab onto him as well, freeing your arms from his tight clasp. Slowly, you wiggle. He shifts in the slightest at your quiet demand, allowing your arms to bend at the elbow. Desperately, you hook your fingers onto a set of wrists, you’re not sure which, and tighten your grip. For several moments, or perhaps hours, you’re not sure, you pull yourself back from your reeling.

Moon stays still, mostly. His many hands trace your arms and almost tickle your hip bones. You shiver as the sharp points of his fingertips slide under the hem of your shirt and draw across the skin above the waistline of your pants. Panic ebbs, but no less uncertainty remains that this could all disappear at Moon’s discretion. The quiet, save for his low, gentle voice humming a tune, almost gets you to believe that it’s just another night in which he’s singing away your anguish.

At last, you find your tongue.

“Are you going to hurt me?” you ask so delicately. You’re grateful he can’t see your face from how he holds you from behind.

“No. You, however, hurt yourself,” he mutters a little sharper, his song interrupted.

The throbbing pain in your ankle is left pulsing in a constant reminder. It’s not sprained, you don’t think, but you twisted it pretty bad.

You sit anxiously in the darkness, tense for a whole new plethora of reasons as Moon carefully lays another kiss on your cheek. You’re too stunned, overwhelmed by his lowest set of arms. His hands slide under the blanket and over your thighs to grip the fabric of your pants. Fists bunching up, he holds onto you. It’s not unlike what you do when you’re anxious and waiting somewhere in a chair, clenching and unclenching fistfuls of fabric.

His arms hold you securely. Though he doesn’t squeeze with the intent to break your spine or crush your ribs, he leaves no room for escape. His uppermost limbs are exploring you gently, tracing the outline of your collarbones just below the edge of your neckline.

He’s never been so touchy before, and not because of a lack of hands. He’s spared you lingering brushes of his hand, something in the darkness and sometimes when you part ways in the morning with a spin of his yellow sun rays, but this is hungrier. The lack of tentativeness is soft in its truth.

He shifts you slightly, drawing you deeper into his embrace. Your ankle moves, touched by his own caging lower legs, as if you’re not enveloped enough by his form already. A quiet hiss of pain slips past your teeth. Moon stiffens.

“I should tend to you,” he mutters. His voice warps for a moment, breaking into static. He sounds like he wants to, but he doesn’t untangle his many spindly arms from around your body, as if otherwise content to stay here in the dark with you.

The long, still silence is suffocating. Why isn’t he moving? Does the virus not let him? What does the virus do, if not cause more damage? He did give chase, and he did so in the most horrific way possible, and though he holds you gently, he does not let you go. You start to slip back into terror in your confusion.

What is this virus?

“Moon, talk to me,” you mutter after finding your courage; your heart still pounds heavily. “Tell me what’s happening.”

A set of arms cross around your waist. Another shifts slightly, slender digits trailing lightly over your shirt, sliding delicately down your sides to such a tender degree that you almost erupt in a shudder. You don’t think squirming would help with anything, but he’s not making it easy on you.

“I don’t know,” he murmurs, “but I can hold you.”

You look down. His hands clench the fabric of your pants tighter in an anxious pulse. He hugs you a little tighter as blue knuckles brush along your jawline. You unconsciously tilt your head to grant him better access to the skin stretched over your mandible. He takes advantage of your lapse of attention immediately, fingertips curling underneath your chin.

“I don’t get it,” you confess. “What do you mean?”

Terrible quiet. Dread sits with you and squeezes your middle as Moon’s arms constrict slightly.

“It’s late. Sleep.”

“I’m not going to do that. You’re not in control of yourself.” You try to turn back to look at him. He shifts slightly, though you suspect he simply wants to gaze upon you by the hot flash of his eyes. The scarlet is softer in his room than before, when he was lunging at you.

“I’m in control now.” He pauses. His eyes flicker dark then scarlet. “Sort of.”

“That’s not reassuring.” You look down at his arms wrapped around your middle. He’s gentle despite the fear still coursing through your veins—it’s half him, half the grabby aspect of the virus. You lift your head, musing through your fear.

After a terrible moment of quiet, you breathe out slowly. You squeeze one of his wrists. The silk ribbon shifts slightly under your palm and Moon hums once, content.

“You said you can hold me,” you begin carefully, “Is the virus making you do this?”

He’s quiet. That’s been an answer from him before, when he didn’t want to give it up, but didn’t want to lie to you either.

Slowly, he whispers, “No, and yes.”

Cryptic. A low sound of frustration rolls in the back of your throat, and one of his many hands lift away from your shoulder to softly stroke the side of your neck. Goosebumps rise over your skin. You would grab his hand if you weren’t afraid to lose your grip on his other limbs.

“It’s freeing.” Scarlet glows over your shoulder.

“Freeing?” You turn your head back, as far as you can to try and study his expression. “Moon, you chased me.”

“You shined a light on me,” he huffs a static breath of indignation.

Yeah, you have a pretty good idea of how much that hurt him. You don’t feel too much guilt, considering where you are currently, but you don’t like that you had to do that to escape. Well, attempt.

“After you started scaring me.” Your reminder is clipped.

“I know.” He groans and buries his face against the nap of your neck. You would have laughed and called him a big baby if this were any other night, if he wasn’t almost suffocating you in his embrace.

This is your Moon, but he’s also a Moon that is especially scary when you’re not in his eight arms.

His low voice rumbles against the base of your skull, “Don’t run away from me again. It makes it worse.”

“That sounds like the spider virus talking,” you point out. It sounds like him, but undone, unraveled. You sit in your helplessness of learning things about the Daycare Attendant that you didn’t know were possible, that you couldn’t have imagined, even behind all of their flirts with which you two sparred.

He falls silent for a beat.

“Maybe.”

“Moon,” you whine.

“Please, go to sleep.” Another hand reaches through the dark. A starry blanket, not unlike the pattern on his pants, is laid over your shoulders, covering you and his many arms.

You’re not certain if the virus is unlocking things that were held back, or overriding all of their better judgment. Is either one better? You shift your head in the slightest but there’s nowhere you can look away from this. His face plate presses against your hair.

“I need to do my job, and so do you.” The thought of even approaching management with this leaves you light-headed and frantic.

“No!” he hisses low. You startle though his many hands refuse to let you jump out of his grasp. Then softer, much softer, he says, “No work tonight. Stay with me and go to sleep. I’ll keep you safe.”

You almost let it slip that the only danger is him and whatever infection has latched onto his servos, but any attempt to maneuver away is quickly squashed by his multiple hands. He cradles you and begins to hum again.

For a time you can’t account for, you stay in the darkness, swaddled by Moon and his many slender arms. His lullaby is quiet. Is this the virus’s doing, too? Will something terrible happen if you become unconscious? You want to say no, assumingly so. Moon has always teased about putting you to bed, and once, whispered that he’d like to see you fall asleep instead of leaving after your shift.

It’s him but so much more, bolder and spookier, but still him.

You’re trying to find it in yourself to relax and play along. Moon needs you. You need to find a way to help him that doesn’t end in you being chased.

“Bug,” he whispers, “Don’t be scared.”

His rasp scraps against your ear like an apology.

“I’m trying not to,” you confess just as much, and you flinch at your weakness.

He coos softly. A metallic hand strokes your head and you think of how many times he found an excuse to draw near you before this. Is holding you what he wanted to do, or is this simply dedicated by lines of code that you don’t understand?

Another arm lifts away, snatching a blanket of red and yellow stripes which is then tucked around your waist. His fists clutch the fabric of your pants tighter, digging slightly into your thighs before you shift. He moves with you, as if refusing to not cover every inch of you. Is this another part of the virus—cocooning you in blankets?

“Go to sleep.” He rocks in the slightest, and you are lightly swayed in his arms. A delicate digit traces your cheekbones and then runs along the length of your nose in a smooth, soothing motion.

“Will you be okay if I do?” you murmur. The danger has settled enough that exhaustion slips into your veins. You’re not used to so many hands touching you, almost overwhelming you.

“Yes.” The silicon of his sharp teeth touches the shell of your ear. “I have you, lovely.”

You give a wordless sound of affirmation, concerned that that’s all that’s keeping him from becoming the shadowy spider that chased you through the halls, but he is stable now. He does have you. If you can make it to the morning, maybe everything will be alright.

You allow yourself to nestle deeper into his arms. A flash of pleased crimson fills the darkness as his grip settles upon you. Your head falls back to his shoulder as he continues his little hum—it’s familiar. A childhood tune you’ve heard on soft piano keys.

It comes to you just as you close your eyes: the itsy bitsy spider.

Spooder Moom spooder Moom

[nijigasakilove]

Peak harem is back oh my goodness this season is so full of new and returning hits and Friday is the best day of all. So happy to have this loveable group of idiots back

Best girl shino is going to get a lot of focus this season and I can’t wait to see everything play out. First episode was a good reintroduction to the crazy dynamic Nagisa, Saki and Naoya have. Seeing the three of them struggle to just barely make it by in the exam was funny as hell. Shino would definitely be a great addition to the group because the three of them together share ONE braincell man 💀

Mirika! Oh how I’ve missed you. She hasn’t changed a bit. Still obsessing over Naoya. Too bad buddy doesn’t give her the time of day 🤦🏽‍♂️ gorgeous famous e girl and you don’t even look her way smh.

Damn she’s getting really desperate to pimp out her own little sister to get Naoya to date her lmao. Even that failed in the end. So what’s next? Well if she can’t live with Naoya, just rent a house next door! 😂 she’s gonna have to start an onlyfans on the side to pay for that by herself.

Hilarious episode. So stupid and over the top, but that’s what we love about this series. A really fun turn your brain off type of story. Glad it’s back.

[sakuric]

oh to have sakusa give me gn kisses.... 😞

[jeonqkooks]

dirty laundry | pjm

You knew Jimin was working two part time jobs to help pay for his studies; you just never imagined this would be one of his side hustles.

pairing: jimin x reader

rating: 18+ (minors dni)

genre: roommate au, pornstar au, light fluff, smut (basically pwp)

word count: 5.2k (smh.. she was supposed to be a drabble)

warnings: dom!jimin, protected sex, oral sex (f. receiving), fingering, name calling (slut), hair pulling, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, breast play, doggy style, one spank, female masturbation, aftercare, jimin says “baby” a lot, mention of inflation n the housing market 😦

note: don’t look at me please 🥲 i’ve been wanting to write this since the grammys bc jimin has been LINGERING in my mind like a demon

— as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

Living with a roommate, you try to keep from pleasuring yourself as much as you can, especially since the walls aren’t exactly soundproof. But that doesn’t mean you never do it; whenever you’re too sexually frustrated every once in a while, you wait for Jimin—your rent-sharer turned friend—to be out of the apartment before you pounce at the opportunity. 

Tonight is just one of those nights.

You lie on your bed, naked from the waist down with your laptop open and your fingers ready to go. You’re not exactly an adult film connoisseur, and every time you schedule a session to rub one out, it takes you at least fifteen minutes to scroll through the pornsite until you settle on one that you think you can get into.

This time is no different.

You don’t have preferences when it comes to porn—it’s just a means to get you there after all—so you aren’t picky with the type of things that you opt for. It can be kinky or it can be vanilla, nonetheless, you need to vibe with the porn, if you can even say that. Doesn’t matter if it’s low-budget or made with the highest of quality, as long as you can get on the same wavelength with it, you’re good to go. Your friends say it’s weird that you do this with porn of all things, but whatever, that’s just how you do your business.

As you navigate the familiar website, you click on a title that seems to be just what you need for tonight. You’re too hot and bothered to watch the foreplay; instead, you skip right to the good stuff.

You already have two fingers stuffed in your throbbing pussy, having been prepared to relieve your frustration for hours now. It’s been an extremely tiresome Monday, you think that justifies your need for some self love. 

Normally, if you have more time and patience, you would enjoy the fondling before the deed. As the actors gear up before the real action, you would join in with them in a way, getting your body going so that when the orgasm hits, it’ll be much more pleasurable.

Right now though? Your patience tank is running dry, and you don’t even care to listen to the sounds emitting from your laptop as the couple on screen fuck each other’s brains out. The visual of a hard cock pounding into an eager hole is enough for tonight. You focus on the wet smacks of your fingers sliding in and out of your dripping cunt instead, and how desperately you need to get there.

It’s embarrassing how fast you came from just watching these faceless people. Barely fifteen minutes into the video and you’re already creaming all over your hand. 

When you calm down from your high, having decided that you’re satiated for now, the room is devoid of all squelches that your pussy was producing. It’s silent except for your now-even breathing and the skin slapping coming from the laptop.

A voice wafts through the air that makes you do a double take, legs still open and all. You frown, recognizing your roommate’s voice. Has he brought someone home?

“Yeah, baby?” the voice says again. You look to your left, to the source of the sounds and you realize they’ve been coming from your speakers. The man on the screen rasps out over the noises of skin slapping. “You like that?”

You gasp.

It can’t be him. It can not.

You completely forget about the mess on the sheets, under your ass where your juices gushed out of you just minutes prior, and you pause the video with shaky fingers. Scrolling down to where the details and description should be, you click on the actor’s page.

There’s no profile picture, but the letters JM staring back at you in blue light are enough to make you recoil in shame and embarrassment. 

“Oh my fucking God.”

You knew Jimin was working two part time jobs to help pay for his studies; you just never imagined this would be one of his side hustles.

Sure, he’s one of the best looking people you’ve met, but you’ve never thought about him romantically, or sexually, or any way other than platonically. He’s a good friend and sometimes an even better roommate. He always cleans up after himself and keeps the common areas tidy, which isn’t something people can say about most guys. Your personalities don’t clash and living with him has been a very pleasant experience overall.

You might’ve just ruined your relationship with the most pleasant person you’ve ever lived with just for an orgasm. You don’t even want to think about possibly having to look for a new apartment right now.

In retrospect, some things do seem to line up. The first video that JM was featured in was released four months ago, around the time that Jimin started to spend most of his weekends out, leaving the apartment before you even woke up and not returning until at least 9 or 10 at night. Saturdays and Sundays have been like that ever since and whenever you ask him where he’s going, he would only say “Just running errands,” with a polite smile on his face.

There are seven videos on his profile so far, and despite the very first one only being a few months old, he’s already in the top 30 most searched performers on the site. Kudos to him. It’s pretty impressive, but not like you know what the average pornstar’s statistics are.

When the sound of keys jingling informs you of his arrival, you immediately close the tabs and slam your laptop close. You squeeze your eyes shut and shake your head vigorously as if that will magically erase the past hour from existence.

Sleep does not come to you easily.

When you wake up the next morning, you pray that last night was all just a dream. A weird, twisted dream that your horny brain concocted in the heat of the moment.

Unluckily for you, the minute you open your laptop and see his profile glaring at you, you know that it was very much real and you had very much masturbated to your roommate.

When you finally and dreadfully come face to face with Jimin, you’re in the kitchen with a mug in your hands, staring at the wall while sipping coffee dazedly.

“Good morning!” he greets you as he emerges from his room, chirpy as ever. Usually, you would try to match his attitude with a bright smile of your own but for obvious reasons, today his presence alone has you choking on your beverage.

As he approaches the kitchen to get a glass of water, your body stiffens. He gives you a sympathetic smile while he watches you try to calm yourself down from the coughing fit.

“Morning…” you manage to croak out.

“What are you up to tonight? If you’re not doing anything, do you want to try out that new sushi place with me?” Jimin asks, casually like he always is around you but since last night, you don’t think you can look at him the same way ever again.

(Not only did you see him in all his naked glory and not only did you see him fuck someone into oblivion, but you got yourself off to that imagery.

The visual of his dick is burnt into your brain, and it’s taking you everything not to let your eyes fall down to his crotch.)

“Ah, well…” you start, trying to rack your brain for some lame excuse that he won’t fully buy anyway. “I think I have to, uh… take my boss’ dog to the vet! Rain check?”

Really? You have to “take your boss’ dog to the vet”? That settles it. You’re the worst liar on planet Earth.

If he notices the awkward aura you’re emitting, he doesn’t point it out. The way his face drops in disappointment makes guilt bloom within you, but you think—no, scratch that, you know—that it will take time and space for you to regain even a semblance of normalcy between you and Jimin. (You’ve fingered yourself to his pornos, for Christ’s sake!)

But, ever the sweetheart, he doesn’t question what is obviously a lie. He’s quick to pick himself up in front of you. “Bummer,” he says with a smile, “rain check then.”

You’ve successfully managed to avoid Jimin for nearly a week after The Great Revelation. “Successfully” being locking yourself in your room and not daring to venture out into the common living areas unless you absolutely have to.

It comes as a shock to no one to know that you’ve been bonkers horny since you found out that the person you’re living with is an actual pornstar. People need to own a particular… set of skills to be casted in, erhm, adult movies, right? It haunts you to think about Jimin and his… sexual prowess.

You’ve seen him in action, witnessed what those hips can do, heard what his voice sounds like when he’s balls deep in someone. It’s insane that you stumbled across his alternate persona when you did; it’s like a whole new world opened up.

A whole new world of being batshit horny for your roommate, that is.

You’ve had to physically suppress the thoughts in your head every time you hear him move around the apartment, knowing that if you were to sleep with him, he would absolutely rock your fucking world. The ache between your legs doesn’t cease at all; it just continues to increase in strength until you feel like you’re about to burst like a dam.

You’ve tried to rub one out to relieve yourself of some of that pressure, but nothing seems to work. Watching porn is completely useless because none of them are the man that’s been plaguing your mind.

It’s times like these that you wish you had a vibrator. That would probably make things a lot easier than just your fingers.

You’re thankful that today’s a Saturday, one of the only days of the week where you mostly get the apartment to yourself since Jimin is preoccupied doing unspeakable things to strangers.

With your libido going rampant and making you feel like a dog in heat, you do the only thing you can think of to help yourself out.

It’s a little weird watching his videos, knowing that right now he’s out there producing more of them and knowing that you share a tote bag for groceries with him.

But when the video starts to play, all of your thoughts fade into the background. Moisture gathers between your bare legs at the sight of Jimin entering the frame.

There isn’t really much foreplay, just some kissing that happens outside of the frame but you can hear the sounds of him kissing that lucky girl, her soft moans as he works his mouth on hers.

They sort of get right into it after that. It’s mostly low-budget productions after all; you don’t suppose the “company” can afford to rent huge sets with an array of props to come with. It’s just a room with a bed. Sometimes maybe even just a couch.

Your heart hammers with excitement as Jimin strips until he’s completely nude, and he crawls over to his co-star who already has her legs spread and ready for him. You do something similar, in that you open your legs wide so that your hand can finally get to work.

Your fingers dip between your folds to collect the wetness there. You imagine that you’re the girl he’s fucking, that your pussy is the one his cock is drilling into. The sounds he’s making stimulate your body to no end; his deep grunts and moans of pleasure sending wave after wave of arousal through your body.

The video keeps going, and you carry on with your merry business of fucking yourself to the thought of your roommate.

“Jimin…” you moan and close your eyes in pleasure, wishing it was his fingers that are sliding into your slickened cunt. 

“Yeah?”

Fuck, does he sound sexy. You could listen to his fucked out groans for days and not get tired.

Wait, wait, wait. Hold up. Why did that just sound louder than your laptop’s volume?

You pop open an eye, fingers never ceasing their scissoring movements in your pussy.

Cue the top 3 most embarrassing moments of your entire life—the subject of your fantasies, standing at your bedroom door with a smirk on his face, watching you get yourself off.

“Jimin!” you shriek, your hands immediately fly out to slam your laptop shut and pull the sheets up to cover your naked bottom at the speed of light. You think you could rival even Barry Allen. “Jimin… what are you doing here?”

“I just went for a walk around the block. Came back to hear you calling for me and well, here we are.”

“Don’t you usually… run errands on the weekend?”

He narrows his eyes slightly, mischief dancing behind those dark orbs. “Not this week, no.”

You try to push down the lump in your throat to no avail. When he steps into the room and makes his way toward your bed, your eyes widen.

The mattress dips as he sits down. He moves your laptop to the bedside table, where it sits like a ton of bricks, the evidence of your thirst for the man in front of you. If he opens it right now, the video would resume playing, and the room would be filled with the recorded sounds of lustful moans again.

Jimin blinks at you naively and asks, “Is that why you’ve been avoiding me? You found out about my little secret?”

“I… uh…”

What is there to say? Yes? The truth is not an option.

“Do you need a little help?” He slips a hand under the sheets and settles on your bare knee, making you jerk in response but you let his fingers stay there. “It didn’t look like you were… finished.”

Maybe you can simply brush it off, act as if it’s not a big deal because it really isn’t a big deal. People have needs; you’re all adults here. It’s not like he thinks you’re the Virgin Mary or anything.

Just one tiny detail though.

Jimin definitely heard what you were watching, and judging from the look on his face, he knows you were getting off to him. (As if the breathy moans of his name that slipped from your mouth weren’t obvious enough.)

“You’re not… you’re not mad?”

“Mad? Why would I be?” he asks, tilting his head as his hand creeps a little further up your thigh. “If anything, I should be flattered.”

Your breathing starts to become ragged the closer he gets to your aching heat. Surprisingly, you manage to hold eye contact with him, and you find that there’s no disgust or repulsion on his features. There’s just lust, and you suspect that it mimics your own.

“You just need to get fucked, don’t you?”

Your mouth hangs open as you gape at him. Your sweet, innocent-looking roommate who always radiates the energy of an absolute angel.

Your roommate who’s currently rubbing your dripping pussy, with a devilish look in his eyes.

When you don’t reply, Jimin presses his fingers harder against your clit, making you choke on air and press your thighs together, trapping his hand between your legs.

“Answer me.”

“Y-yes…” you whisper. He smiles then, his usual smile that often brightens up your day from the outset. Your head spins with how much it contradicts what he’s doing to you under the blanket.

He hums his approval at your answer and leans forward to reward you with a kiss. His plump lips are so goddamn soft on yours, so goddamn soft.

He pulls away too quickly for your liking. “You gonna let me fuck you?” he asks softly, still rubbing you under the sheets.

“Yes…” you gasp when his fingers circle your entrance, “fuck me. Jimin, please.”

He chuckles, then bites his bottom lip as his darkened eyes take in your flustered expression.

“Need to stretch you out for me first, baby.”

He then plunges two digits into your fluttering hole, coaxing a surprised moan out of you. Your walls eagerly suck him in and if you were to peek under the sheets right now, you would see your essence coating his fingers as they thrust in and out of you.

“Baby,” he groans, taking your lips between his once more, “you’re so fucking wet.”

“Fuck Jimin… that feels s-so good…”

Though you can’t see him fingering you, you can definitely hear it even as it’s muffled by the fabric blocking your view. He’s right; you are so fucking wet.

When he curls his digits inside of you, your head falls forward to rest on his shoulder as you cry out, the pads of his fingers brushing against your G-spot with every movement. Expletives fall from your mouth as your climax strikes like a freight train, making your legs tremble and your juices gush from your cunt.

“That’s it, that’s a good girl,” he murmurs, fucking you through your orgasm. There’s already a wet patch on the sheets underneath you where your cum is leaking out of you and trailing down your thighs. You can’t bring yourself to care about that right now, not while his hand is still stroking at your core.

You let out a muffled gasp when he suddenly leaves you empty and shoves his fingers in your mouth, letting you taste yourself as you start sucking on the digits.

“Good?” Jimin asks with a sly grin.

“Mhmm,” you moan, lapping up all of your own essence. God, what you would give to have his cock in your mouth instead of his fingers.

Pulling his hand away from your face to take off his shirt, he crawls between your legs and pushes you back on the bed to hover over you. He gingerly presses his lips against yours and wastes no time shoving his tongue into your mouth, demanding a taste. “Hmm, I don’t think that’ll be enough. I might need to get a proper taste. You gonna let me do that, baby?”

You nod eagerly and he just smiles, innocent and sweet like he hadn’t just asked to go down on you. He helps you tug off your own shirt before he starts ravishing his way down your body.

Jimin takes a tit in his mouth and sucks harshly while he squeezes your other breast in his palm. When you moan and try to roll your hips against his, he uses his free hand to hold you down on the mattress. “Patience, baby,” he says as he continues to work on your breasts, flicking his tongue over your nipple.

You weave your fingers through his hair and arch your chest further into his face, relishing in the feeling of his hot mouth on your skin.

Every time he nibbles on your pebbled buds, you find yourself clenching around nothing, and it’s driving you crazy. “Jimin…” you whine, “I need you.”

“Yeah?” he smirks, and he looks so goddamn good as he peers up at you.

“Yeah…”

He gives each of your nipples a wet kiss before he sits back to watch you, spread out on the bed in all your naked glory, ready and desperate for him. With your bottom lip trapped between your teeth, you reach out to touch him, to guide him where you need him the most, but he beats you to it.

He dives right in for your cunt.

“Jimin!” you yelp, feeling him place a kiss against your pussy.

He moans in unison with you at the first lick he delivers along your folds, lapping up your juices. “Mhmm, you’re so sweet, baby.”

He has to hold your thighs apart when they instinctively close in on his head, before focusing on wrecking you with his mouth. He sucks on your clit and revels in the way you moan out loudly for him. 

“A–ah, you’re so good, Jimin-ah…”

With his face between your legs, giving you an insane amount of pleasure that you’ve never received before, you think he might just be a God. You’re practically ascending by now. Your soul might as well have left this mortal plane.

A small part of you feels victorious. From the looks of his videos, he mostly engages in positions that allow him to hide his face, so you’ve never been blessed with the sight of him eating someone out.

You feel triumphant that no one else (that you know of) has the privilege of having Park Jimin do this to them.

He continues to fuck you with his tongue until you’re creaming all over his face with a scream of his name. The noises that he pulls from you… Your neighbors must think you’re getting murdered, but it’s so worth it.

Jimin doesn’t stop licking into you until you’re pushing his head away, too sensitive from his mouth but somehow still desperate for something else.

“You okay?” he asks when he sees you all fucked out, lying limbly on your back.

“Yes,” you whisper, eyeing the bulge in his pants. You’re getting excited again just by looking at the outline of his dick alone.

“You’re my little cockslut, aren’t you?” he smirks, popping open the buttons of his trousers so painfully slowly. He loves to tease, you’ve gathered as much. When he slips off his pants along with his boxers, you audibly gulp.

You’re not one to say dicks are beautiful because you think they definitely are not. But Jimin… you simply can’t deny that Jimin has one of the prettiest and most mouthwatering cocks you’ve ever seen.

You lick your lips and bat your eyelashes at him, hoping that he’ll grant you the honor. “I… I want to suck you off.”

Your roommate chuckles, and wraps one of his hands around his member, squeezing at the base before he starts stroking it. “You can do that next time, baby.”

Next time? Your pussy jumps as soon as the words leave his mouth. Oh goodness, this man is going to be the death of you.

“Now get on all fours,” he orders. “You’re not too tired for that, are you, baby?”

You don’t bother with a response; you just do what he asks straight away. Jimin watches in amusement as you settle comfortably on your knees while you balance your upper body on your forearms. You push your ass back until it meets his hips, and you take the chance to grind your bare pussy against his leaking cock.

The tip pokes at your entrance, and you moan when you feel Jimin run his shaft along your slick folds, mixing your wetness with his precum. 

“Fuck…” he groans and squeezes one of your ass cheeks, still rubbing himself against you. “One of these days I’m gonna take you raw. But for now…”

One of these days? God, someone stop this man. If he keeps talking like this, you might just never let him leave your bedroom.

You can’t see him, but you can feel the absence of his dick as he pulls back in search of something. There’s some rustling in the background and the tearing of tinfoil; before you know it, Jimin has his condom-clad cock positioned at your entrance.

You both groan as he finally pushes into you. When your pussy tightens instinctively at the intrusion, he stills after bottoming out to let you adjust to his size.

“You’re so fucking tight, even after I just made you cum twice, huh? Needy little thing…” he says through gritted teeth. One of his hands comes to grip your hips while the other firmly gropes your ass.

“It’s been a while…” you admit shyly, feeling your walls fluttering around him.

“I didn’t say it was a bad thing,” he chuckles and rubs your hips to help you relax. “Makes me wanna ruin this pussy even more.”

It’s unfathomable how he can switch from a sweet and caring Jimin to one that wants to split you open on his cock just like that. It’s like he’s living a double life, and it’s surprisingly turning you on.

You two stay like that for a few minutes before you begin to grind your ass against him, with him sheathed inside of you. “Jimin…” you say, “please fuck me.”

He really doesn’t need to be told twice. As he pulls back, you can feel the ridges of his glorious cock. And when he thrusts forward, you’re seeing stars with every snap of his hips.

Jimin sets a brutal pace from the get-go. Soon, the room is filled with the sinful sounds of your ass slapping his hips and the occasional bump! of your headboard against the wall. Every time his balls hit your clit from behind, you sob out as you fist the sheets.

“Who’s making you feel this good, huh?” he grunts, fucking you so hard that your brain has completely liquified. Incoherent cries spill from your lips from the sheer intensity of his cock giving it to you like no one else has ever before.

He delivers a sharp smack to your ass, making you yelp in surprise. “Answer me, you fucking slut,” he growls, soothing the sting on your cheek before squeezing it harshly in his palm.

“You! Jimin, you’re fucking me so good…”

“That’s right,” he mumbles with a smirk, drilling his cock into you at a faster pace. The hand that was on your hips sneaks up the smooth expanse of your back to gather your hair into a ponytail. He yanks you roughly until your back is flushed against his hard and sweaty chest, your body held upright by his arm around your waist. It’s almost painful—the hold he has on your hair—but it makes your pussy even wetter.

Jimin latches his lips onto your neck, near the junction of where it meets your shoulders, and finds a sweet spot that you didn’t know was there. It sends a shiver throughout your body as you moan out loudly, clenching around his cock and making him groan against your skin.

“Ah fuck…” You’re surprised how you can find your voice in a moment like this. “Ji–Jimin, I’m close…”

“Yeah?” he asks, and you nod your head distractedly in response. His fingers find your clit and he rubs wildly, suddenly, further vaporizing your mind. His ministrations make your mouth drop and your brows furrow tightly; you’re nearly crying at this point from the blinding pleasure he’s giving you.

If it isn’t for his arm around you, you probably would’ve fallen facedown into the pillows. By this point, you probably wouldn’t even mind if that happened. You’d let him fuck you however he wants to, for as long as he wants to.

“Baby,” he rasps out from behind you, “come on. Cream all over my cock. Come on…”

You can feel his length stroke your G-spot with every delicious thrust. His fingers on your clit never stop their movements, determined to bring you to that blinding pleasure that you’re so desperately seeking.

It doesn’t take long before you’re a sobbing mess, held together by Jimin as he thrusts roughly into your fluttering hole. The moment that your cunt spasms around his cock, he turns your head sharply to the side to slot his lips between yours, swallowing your scream though you think you must have traumatized the people on the other side of your wall with all the noises you’ve been making up to that point.

You gush around his cock that’s still pounding mercilessly into you, fucking you through your high and helping Jimin chase his own. Your juices thoroughly soak the condom and run down your thighs. The added wetness makes it even easier for him to ram his length into your pussy, amplifying the squelches of him fucking you into oblivion.

“Baby,” he calls, his fingers still on your bundle of nerves. “Give me one more.”

His voice is strained, as if he’s holding himself back.

“I can’t…” you mumble weakly.

“Yes, you can,” he rasps out. “Just one more, hmm? Give it to me…”

You don’t say anything because you’re too tired, but even with the oversensitivity creeping in, his cock is still bringing you to new heights and beyond. 

His thrusts start to get erratic, and you suspect he’s getting close to the edge. When he feels your walls squeeze around his shaft, he heaves a groan against your shoulder and furiously rubs your clit. At the overload of sensations, you mewl brokenly but somehow you still find yourself trying to rut back against him.

Just a few more thrusts and Jimin is cumming before you do again, with a shout of your name falling from his lips. His fingers temporarily halt their assault on your clit to ride out his high, hot spurts of white filling the condom.

As his sweaty body holds yours, you think it’s over. You don’t need another orgasm; you’re fucked out enough already. But then his hips start moving again though much shallower than before, and his hand resumes their mission on your clit.

“Ah…” you cry breathlessly, feeling his softening cock continue to fuck your battered pussy, intent on bringing you to your fourth orgasm of the night. His skilled fingers strum on your clit like it’s a goddamn guitar—ruthless, incessant—until your legs completely jellify and you’re overflowing again.

You don’t have the strength to moan, or cry out, or anything anymore. Your lips form an ‘O’ shape as you hold onto his arm, riding out your last high of the day.

When he pulls out, he carefully sets you down on the bed before going to dispose of the used condom. Jimin returns minutes later with a wet towel in his hands and a warm smile on his face. You wince as he dabs the cloth between your legs while mumbling soft apologies at you.

Then, he does something that you don’t really expect. Instead of leaving you to pass out alone in the comfort of your room, he picks you up and carries you to his room, still naked and all. Your worn out body is pliant in his arms, and you sink into his fresh sheets the second he lays you down. 

Along with the soreness in your limbs and exhaustion making it harder to keep your eyes open for much longer, reality sets in.

Jimin just gave you the best orgasms of your goddamn life.

You just fucked your roommate.

Your life (and this wonderful apartment) flashes before your eyes.

For an apartment this size and a neighborhood this nice, the rent is practically nothing. Your landlord, your neighbors, even the mailman that you see once every couple months, are beyond kind and sweet.

Oh God, the housing market. Inflation. The world is going to shit right now and you’ve just screwed up your entire living situation.

All because you couldn’t keep it in your pants.

But then, Jimin plops onto the bed next to you and smiles brightly, like he didn’t just fuck you into next week and back. The room reeks of sex and the sheets underneath your body are damp with your releases; yet, here he is. Back to being pure sunshine incarnate.

His eyes crinkle innocently, accentuated with an adorable nose scrunch that he puts on display for you.

“Sushi tomorrow?”

— all rights reserved © jeonqkooks. reposting, translating and/or modifying is not permitted by any means. [posted july 22, 2022]

[lilikags]

uh, hey! congrats on 200 followers, by the way! i saw your post about the event you're doing for it, so i wanted to participate, particularly for the epic seven part! also, sorry in advance if this ask is incoherent lol words completely evade me a lot of the time

anyway, opinions on basar? mostly so i don't have to work my singular braincell to produce thoughts regarding this man who has lived rent-free in my head for so, so long. i'm probably one of the two people who actually cares about him lore-wise in this fandom lmao why am i like this

i looked at him like twice while deciding who to roll for in the selective summoning pool and my brain went "ah, yes, front mullet man. a perfect choice for you to become inexplicably overly attached to" and now he takes up almost the entirety of my aforementioned singular braincell and seriously should be paying rent at this point because he is canonically wealthy and would be able to afford it

okay i'm gonna stop rambling before i write a cursed essay on this frankly somewhat cursed character lol

so, uh, thanks for reading this probably incomprehensible ask!

tried my best to make a banner but all the images on google are low quality 

😔✌

Design: 

7/10 

TBH I love his concept, but honestly, it could make some improvements. (Ethan don’t murder me) I, personally would like some more color in it. Otherwise, I really like it! I love the hair and the eyes are immaculate.  

Animation: 

Animation is a little old, I wouldn’t mind a revamp. I love the circle on the floor and the sand storm is super cool ✨

Backstory: Thoughts on the concept and other factors

I actually really love his lore. His characterization makes him charming and relatable at the same time, geez. Wish I could be like him. I wish he could just donate some money to me smh I’m so poor on gold. I love how he cares so much about Rin and I wish he could care about me the same way smh. 

Utility: 

Basar is not so arguably one of the best cleave set ups in the game. He has a pushback and strips all immu and other buffs, while putting unbuffable. And then he has miss debuff on s2 like bruh. and his s3 soulburn is a guaranteed pushback. His s1 also puts a random debuff like pls he’s top tier debuffer like right behind dizzy

Have I built him yet? No. Why? I forgot when the last time I tried to climb arena was. I’m still trying to get a golem team that can auto better and get destina some health set boots so I can clear Banshee. IDK, I just feel that I’d rather do pve than pvp. 

Should I build him? Definitely. Even with Hyufine, he’s still amazing at arena offence and rta. 

He should not be buffed; he’s already powerful and I do not think that they would ever give him a buff :>

Other thoughts I may have about him:

plz sg gib gear now *cat screech*

[naffeclipse]

Oh my gosh, Luce, all of these are so intriguing?!!? It's hard but mmm I'm going to pick favorite! Safe sounds really sweet and path is making my cryptid brain buzz, but favorite is just making me lose it, I gotta see it! ♥

Please take care of yourslef, rest, take care of those hands, and make sure you're feeling good ♥

@naffeclipse If you want to try the choosing game again, here's three brand new sketched out ideas! (That I will not finish today because it's dinner time and also my hand has been through enough today fgdhsj)

It keeps happening I have neither explanation nor excuse. Anyways we got one illustration and two comics, in that order. Cryptic one word file names ftw <3

[leejungchans]

aria’s love & letter

subject: to make your ask box a better place <3

contents: chan pics !!

note from sender: hi sol !! i hope this week has been good to you <3 if not, i hope some chan pictures can help :)

random question before i head off to send more love mail <3: if you could describe yourself using any song lyric, how would you describe yourself?

— aria 🍜

:o also pretty theme hehe <3

RIA 🥺🥺 yes my week has been lovely hehe :3 i hope it also was for you, and i hope you’ve been feeling better too :((( 💗💗

ooh song lyric…hmmm maybe “i try and i try // to remember sometimes // if i breathe, it’s alright” from still learning by halsey!! ahsjjask i feel like this is pretty much something i have to keep telling myself bc my brain doo doo sometimes 🏂🏂 but yeah i really like the song and this line really stuck with me!!!

and thank youuuu :3 jock ch*n lives in my mind rent free ://// smh pay up you rat i have mouths to feed (just mine but still)

some cute jeonghan for you!! 🥺

[myherorambles]

How come when it’s late at night I start questioning my sexuality? Like wth I’m trying to sleep and my brain decides that it would be a good time to consider if I’m a demisexual or not. Like let me go to sleep I’m too exhausted for your BS brain, don’t even pay rent like smh. -exhausted anon

hfsajkfhs brains can be so rude smh

[7dys]

roomies?

hey again im a dummy sorry

I literally could NOT think of a title im sorry here's a good ole roommate au though

request: HHhHhHhh u write so well I'm crying :(( jshsd can I get a roommate!au with jae from day6 ? with a possible fluff at the end ? eye emoji ? sjdshd tysm !! -anon

word count: 5137 she's a doozy

a/n: I must have gotten this request like... a year and a half ago at least anon if you’re seeing this I apologize but I've finally done it!!! hope u all enjoy the workings of my crackhead brain

right-o lets get to it

okay so when you moved out of your dorms after graduation you weren’t expecting it to be this God Damn Expensive

on top of buying groceries and affording your tiny ass one bedroom a girlie was struggling

so !! you decided to look into finding a roommate

obviously not to move in with you…. there’s only one bedroom okay

but like searching for an open spot with someone

you found a few that seemed nice but were all wayyyyyyy too far from your job like you would be losing money paying so much in transportation

finally you stumbled across the most cursed roommate flyer ever

but it was in a super convenient location !! so you read it anyways

it was written in GREEN and PURPLE comic sans and there were multiple pictures of chickens and cheesy memes randomly placed around the text in the middle

which by the way was a list of 7 bullet points that said this:

1:my name is jae

2:i am broke

3:i have an extra room waiting for /YOU/

4:i am in a band and will write a song about you if that’s what it takes

5:i am unreasonably good at untangling headphones and i will untangle things for you

6:i have a pet cat and if you don’t like that walk away from this flyer immediately

7:please

and then at the bottom was an octopus who’s 8 legs had his contact information on it and they were cut so you could just pull off a slip

if you were an ordinary person you would not have taken one

lucky us !!!! you’re just crazy

and you take one of the god damn octopus legs

you are understandably the only person who has taken one so far

you giggle to yourself at your own SHEER STUPIDITY and then send a text to the number

you: hi !! i saw ur ad abt looking for a roommate and i’m interested! my name is y/n and i’m still in college so u don’t have to worry about me being like . crazy im just stressed

chicken guy??: oh my god really it’s been a month since i put up that poster!! also mood

you: you put up …. only one poster …… and it was that ……

chicken guy??: it worked for u didn’t it

you: . touché

chicken guy??: anyways you can come by later today and check it out if you’d like? i swear i’m not crazy either but feel free to bring a friend if you’re worried for safety reasons or whatever

you: nah i prefer to live life on The Edge plus none of my friends would be helpful in a life threatening situation

chicken guy??: i don’t know u but i’m already worried for u pls get here soon

hehehe u liked this guy

he was funny if anything

and you tended to find all the weirdos of society and befriend them so it was safe to assume he was no different than your usual crowd

true to your word you go to the address he sent you alone later that afternoon and cheerily knock on the door

while you wait for him to answer you survey the outside

it’s honestly ….. kind of a cluttered mess but in a cute way

like some sort of kleptomaniac crow somehow got an apartment and displayed all of the strange things it found

except it’s all music related

there is a jar that is filled to the BRIM with guitar picks.

who needs that many guitar picks

“me, i do”

you squeak and turn around and go

“??????”

and the tall thin man in the door just nods

“i knew what you were thinking”

“...that’s fair”

and then he seems to remember what exactly is going on and extends one long fingered hand for a shake

“hi! you must be y/n :)) i’m jae”

you take his hand …. that shits warm

how long have you been outside that your hand is so cold when you touch him you SHIVER

he’s like oh my god come in please you’re shivering jesus christ

and you just smile and tell him it’s nice to meet him !!! what a positive polly

you come in and are pleasantly surprised that the inside has just as much personality as the poster !!

and thankfully less green and purple and ….. comic sans

you are immediately greeted by the largest tabby cat you’ve ever seen

“ah that’s my big boy mister crackers”

“his name … is mister crackers”

“....yes”

“love it. tell me more”

he smiles so BIG and WIDE when you say that you think you’re looking at the sun

as he explains more things about the apartment and points at things here and there you half listen and half just. watch him

you didn’t know what to expect from that as but it’s fair to say you lucked out as far as possible roommates go

he was tall and had shiny dark hair and glasses that made his cute little eyes even littler

and he was in a BAND that is so cool

plus he’s like …. pretty or smth

smh FOCUS

you’re gnna have to share a bathroom with him which is … scary but you looked in there and it looks clean at least

also there’s some candles in there

……. he definitely takes candlelit baths like a widow just returning from her rich husbands funeral after he left her everything in the will

king

he seems nice and funny and you appear to have a similar sense of humor …. you’re in

you’re about to tell him you’ll think about it so that you don’t come off as too excited

but then change your mind and jump up and down and tell him you’re IN and you’ll help cover the rent and cook sometimes and bake him cookies and

he stops you after cookies with a hand over your mouth

“you are perfect. please move in immediately”

you smile under his hand and hope he can’t feel your cheeks getting absolutely BLAZING hot

(he 100% can)

((and he thinks it’s really CUTE))

you grab the hand that’s over your mouth and give it a shake and tell him in a southern accent that it’s a deal pardner and he SNORTS

it was cute

you move in as quickly as possible and his band mates come over to help you move everything !!

you’re high key embarrassed to let all these literally gorgeous men into your tiny little apartment and touch all your stuff

but after talking to each of them for like 5 seconds you quickly see they’re all a bunch of nerds and you would trust them with your life

wonpil loses his MIND when he sees your little plushy collection on your bed he thinks you’re the cutest person on the whole planet

he tells jae that’s he’s the luckiest man on earth when he thinks you’re not listening

you ARE though and you stop what you’re doing to give him a big ol hug and tell him he’s an angel

sungjin disapproves of how you’ve been living and asks if you’ve been eating enough and then turns on jae with a finger like U BETTER FEED HER

brian is so intimidatingly beautiful you can’t look him in the eye until you’re all eating ramen and you watch him choke to near death and then immediately go make himself another cup

relatable

dowoon looked lost and you immediately took him under your wing and you’ve been babying him ever since

you made jae take the box full of your plates and mugs and such bc it was too heavy for your Little Angel

“please y/n i am literally the strongest of all of us let me carry things. jae is going to keel over and die”

“nonsense !!! you’re a growing boy you need rest”

“please i literally punched a HOLE in a WALL on ACCIDENT and jae has a grass allergy i promise i will be fine”

regardless of the absolute struggle it was to coordinate everyone and get all your stuff to jae’s you are FINALLY moved in

your room is obviously not the master but you weren’t gonna be like Sorry Jae I Need The Master Bedroom Move Out Xoxo

it’s cute and you brought your own furniture and some posters and decor that you had all over your old apartment

basically you just condensed it all into one room

and the boys gave you a housewarming present and it was just a picture of them performing with you badly photoshopped next to jae playing the triangle

it wasn’t even framed they just taped it to the wall

typical

after all the moving in the boys leave you and jae to settle in but the moving was TIRING so

you’re already asleep on the couch

……….typical

jae just shakes his head and covers you with one of his large sweatshirts because for some reason he only owns one blanket and it’s on his bed and he doesn’t know where yours are

he’s literally HELPLESS

you wake up with a dry mouth at 3 in the morning and smile at jaes sweater barely covering your curled up body

you hold it up and it says “i like ugly” in tiny font .

this boy is perfect

you put it on and climb in your actual bed and decide to make him breakfast tomorrow for being such an angel

you set an ALARM that’s commitment if i’ve ever seen it

you make him pancakes and and coffee and when he comes out wearing a sweatshirt similar to the one you’re wearing and the rattiest sweatpants you’ve ever seen he doesn’t even notice anything at first

nd then he rubs his eyes and just stares

“y/n i’m gonna cry i haven’t had breakfast since 2008”

you laugh and launch yourself at him because he’s That cute

“you’re so cute thank you for letting me be your roommate !!!!”

he ruffles your hair and then sets his chin on top of your head

“thanks for breakfast, sunshine. even if this is also as early as i’ve been awake since 2008”

you pinch his side at that and then go to serve him a heaping pile of pancakes bc he’s skinny and he needs it

“alright noodle eat up!!”

“did you just call me noodle?”

“yes, look at yourself”

“.. that’s fair”

you guys chat over breakfast and thank GOD it’s a sunday and neither of you have shit to do

other than laundry

you force yourself not to mom him when he just puts it all in one machine and sets it on cold and leaves .

it hurts tho

instead of being productive while you wait you have multiple staring contests

jae keeps accusing you of saying he blinked when he didn’t

“i didn’t blink my eyes just look like that !!!! they are small and asian are you racist or something??”

“shut UP i won >:((((“

after the laundry is done you go your separate ways and jae heads out to band practice and it’s your very first time …

alone in your own apartment

naturally you take off your pants and dance around for at least 10 minutes

you didn’t even realize that since your roommate is a dude you can’t just ….. not wear pants

a travesty !!!

honestly let him try to stop you from going braless though. let him try.

you laze around and try to get caught up on your favorite shows and organize your room and then it gets late and you decide you’re going to make a MEAL for dinner

like a WHOLE . MEAL.

we’re going all out

you tie your hair up and put on your cooking sweater which is just a disgusting old sweatshirt covered with stains that hangs almost to the middle of your thighs

everyone needs one

next step is MUSIC because if you cook without it you just feel sad

we’re pulling out the oldies mix that’s right

i’m talking ELO, reo speedwagon, the doobie brothers we’re getting DOWN !!!!!

perhaps we’ll sprinkle some queen in there in honor of the movie that just came out

regardless you’re head banging while you chop vegetables

extremely unsafe but entirely necessary

jae comes home in the middle of your dramatic rendition of bohemian rhapsody where you attempt to sing every single part including the operatic harmonies

you are literally on your knees singing dramatically when the door opens and he comes out of the foyer to see YOU on the FLOOR wearing NO PANTS and singing QUEEN

you may just be ……. the most perfect woman he’s ever met in his life

he joins you because what the fuck else is he supposed to do

he comes in on the high GALILEO and then air guitars THE FUCK out of the next part while you literally thrash

i’m telling you it was one of the most taxing things you’ve ever done

you finish out the song and then fist bump for respect

“something smells good but also something smells burning”

and you scream because OH NO THE GARLIC BREAD

((it’s not even that burnt jae is just weird about smells …… grass allergy headass))

after the fake crisis is averted you finish up and the both of you FEAST while watching cheesy christmas movies and booing at love

you’re both . that bitter huh

also want to note that at some point you discreetly put sleep shorts on so you could pretend you hadn’t been pantless and possibly flashing your day of the week underwear to your roommate of like 36 hours

and when you’re literally seconds away from sleep jae boops you on the nose

like . kinda hard

“hey go to sleep this couch is not comfortable i promise”

“shut up you’re BONEY everything is uncomfortable for you”

“okay now you’re just being mean get your ass in bed”

“sorryyy :((((“

“yea yea go away weirdo”

you tell him goodnight and hug him extra tight in apology and he pats your head so like. all is forgiven hehe

that night when you flop in bed and wrap yourself around one of your pillows you’re pretty damn pleased with your roommate choice

time skip you and jae have almost 0 boundaries other than the necessary ones that keep you Platonic Friends and not Married Couple

which is basically just any affection beyond hugs nd the occasional snuggle

you heard me

the boys are in your apartment . all the time

literally all the time

and wonpil drunk cries to your stuffed animals about never finding love

PLEASE someone save him please

nights like those you and jae go full parent mode because everyone’s drunk so sungjin can’t do it himself

he’s too busy literally breakdancing in your living room

he moved the coffee table out of the way and everything

after everyone is put in beds (dowoon gets to deal with wonpil‘s cry snuggling … sorry)

you and jae always collapse on the couch actually exhausted because you both have weak cardiovascular health and you just carried four full grown men

you end up leaned up against each other for support and then sagging until one of you falls over onto their back and the other just follows

it varies which one of you ends up the big spoon and it’s so CUTE when you do

you think jae pushes you over a little because he likes it too but he would rather die than admit he likes being snuggled so

you’ll fall over onto your back and jae will pretend to be surprised but then wriggle up your body until he’s half on top of you and half on the side with his head resting just under your chin

his hair is FLUFFY and it TICKLES you so you have to move it so you can sleep !

that’s what you tell yourself when you comb his hair down with your fingers

you pretend not to hear him sigh and feel it against the skin of your neck

you also pretend he hasn’t wrapped both arms around your rib cage like a vice and is not letting go anytime soon

cutie :(

he tucks his forehead into your neck and you physically feel his whole body relax and wow . so this is what peace is like

of course it lasts for 5 whole seconds before wonpil let’s out an actual wail and dowoon is urgently whispering shut the fuck up PLEASE SHUT UP

jae snorts against your neck and gives a minute shake of his head, splaying his hand across your ribs and tugging you farther into his hold

first of all. that ticKLES and it takes every shred of self control not to squirm

second: at this point he’s practically trying to fuse your bodies together really you cannot physically get closer than you are

you’re absolutely enjoying it though so you wrap your arms around him and settle in with one leg flopped over his and a blanket you pulled off the floor haphazardly thrown over the two of you

he’s such a SNUGGLE BUG you can barely believe it

he just loves to pretend he’s some angsty lonely dude who plays guitar and SKATEBOARDS like the giant cliche he is

when actually he is a Big Baby

he texts you to calculate the tip for him whenever he’s out to eat with the boys because he “swore off math in 2014”

he asks you if his outfits are okay nd he always looks like an old man but you still tell him it’s good

you think so at least <33

you can read each other so well it’s scary

you’ll walk in the living room and jae will be like NOPE i’m leaving

and you’re like what :(((((((

and he’s like i just KNOW you’re about to yell about random shit we both personally have no control over and it gives me ~anxiety~

“okay well i was just gonna say that global warming is a real proble-“

“LA LA LA I CANT HEAR YOU”

(he thinks global warming is real he just. doesn’t want to talk abt it bc he knows you will Never Shut Up once you start)

you hand him coffee on his way out in the mornings when you know he has a long day ahead and he pats you on the head in thanks every time

jae cooks for you too !!! we love equality

he sticks to pretty simple stuff but he was living alone for a while so he had to know at least a little so he could like. survive

and believe it or not the both of you are not always sunshine and daffodils

when you’re upset he always knows and makes sure to be there if you need anything but basically just leave you alone

he has a tendency to misread the situation and think it’s still cool for him to joke around but you are Actually Angry

and it’s gotten him into lots of trouble so instead he is supportive from afar and does his best to be not offensive

when he’s upset he’s usually super mopey and writes sad song lyrics all day

you forcefully drag him out of his room to make sure he eats and do your best to cheer him up by whatever means necessary

you’ve embarrassed yourself just to hear that laugh of his

the one where he opens his mouth really wide and gasps a little and his eyes squeeze shut

……… fuckin cute

anyways you guys are just dating already but don’t even realize

until one of your coworkers asks you to come out after work and you say no

and it’d be Friendly and Normal if you did it because you promised jae you would cook that night

or you had made plans with him or something

but you were just uncomfortable doing any of that kind of stuff with some Not Jae guy

and after that your eyes are ~wide open~ sister

you find yourself giggling a little too long when he jokes around with you

you can’t help it okay his presence is like a RUSH of serotonin

and imagining yourself doing couple things with jae

turning your usual dinner outings into dates in your head where he holds your hand as he drives and sits next to you in the booth so he can sling a long arm around your shoulders

you let yourself become the slightest bit more affectionate

tucking yourself under his chin every night before you split to your separate rooms

tugging on his hand to get his attention and then playing with his long fingers

you know he notices because god damn how could he not notice ??

he has literally bad vision but he can read the signs

This Ain’t His First Rodeo

he is hesitant to become involved with someone he depends on so much

the age old dilemma of wanting someone but then being afraid to lose them because of it

he wouldn’t admit it but you were quite literally the light of his life

he had been so lonely in his apartment before, living off of instant ramen simply because he didn’t want to cook anything and holing up in his room writing about loneliness and being lost

then you showed up with your bright eyes and took every weird quirk of his in stride and nagged him about eating better and washing his clothes “properly”

(he thinks when you say “properly” you just mean your own way but that’s besides the point)

he even liked when you would take his glasses and wear them and do terrible impressions of him because you looked so CUTE in them

he thinks you’d look cute in all of his belongings but again

are the both of you ready to cross that line?

of course u are lol what else am i supposed to write about

fourth wall break: over

okay so wonpil keeps coming over when he knows jae is gone to try to convince you that the two of you are in love and should get married and have little mini jaes and whatnot

you inform him that he’s CRAZY and that jae thinks of you as a roommate and friend and that’s IT

and as much as you want to think you’re denying wonpil because you’re embarrassed you’re starting to actually believe it

he’s never shown any sort of real interest in you that is out of the realm of Friendly Roommates

and yeah sometimes you guys snuggle but wonpil is literally wrapped around your right arm at this very second so . not valid

wonpil is basically BEGGING at this point for you to see what he sees

which is jae actually being sickeningly in love with you

even if you did believe him at all …. that’s an exaggeration and you both know it

“y/n he’s writing a SONG. about YOU. that boy love loves you. big time”

“people write songs for their friends all the time”

“not jae !! he’s never written a song that hasn’t been about love or loss, you choose which one you’ll be”

“oh shit that was deep”

“i know right? can you believe i came up with that on the spot? wig.”

and then you smack him for being a fckin twitter stan and continue with your argument

jae walks in just as it starts to get physical

wonpil is latched onto your leg as you squirm and wiggle around trying to throw the LEECH off your leg

jae detaches him with a well placed finger between his ribs that makes him squeal Very Loudly and let go

unfortunately you had been leaning all your weight to one side to counteract wonpil and when he let go you went careening sideways

jae just barely grabbed your wrist and yanked you back up

and then you stumbled into him and he stumbles and you both almost fall before getting your shit together

you’re standing pressed together with his feet spread apart so that you’re a little bit closer to his height as you latch onto his shoulders for balance

one of his arms slides around your middle to hold you against him while he used the other to make sure his guitar case doesn’t just fall off his shoulder

wonpil is on the ground holding his rib cage and fake crying when jae goes

“enough wonpil i could hear you yelling like a block away what is going on here???”

you peep out a nothing !!! at the same time wonpil yells

“i’m trying to convince y/n of TRUE LOVE that’s what”

“oh …. y/n is in love?”

“y/n is in DENIAL”

you plead with him to stop please wonpil

and he is relentlessly ranting about how you refuse to “see the light” and how happy you could be

jae sees that this is actually upsetting you from your flushed cheeks and furrowed eyebrows and the way you clutch the hem of his sweatshirt

“alright that’s enough. wonpil go home you lovesick fool”

wonpil trudges out and gives you a sneaky kiss on the cheek

jae has to hold you back when you lunge after him

after you’ve calmed down he slowly slides his arm from being wrapped around your middle to just barely brushing your back

you didn’t mean to get so worked up but like . wonpil is good at that okay

and he was basically going to out you to jae ????:??:!:?:$,&3!:8;

that’s a stressful event

you feel your breathing even out and you sigh in frustration

“i’m sorry y/n, he does that sometimes :/“

“it’s fine it was just . a lot”

“yeah”

you stand in silence for a good minute when jae drops his hand from your back and ducks his chin

“was he…. telling the truth?”

and you want to die because wonpil wasn’t even there and you’re still getting outed !!!!

“which part?”

“the part where you’re in love with someone”

“i wouldn’t say ….. love”

“oh”

and this is just painful so you take a deep breath and just

“okay listen i really really get it if you don’t return the feelings and it’s fine i just … please don’t kick me out i really love living here and all your band members coming over and i even love wonpil !!!! even though he’s a little crazy !!! and i love your fat cat mr.crackers and dancing around to old green day and watching shitty romance movies just to make fun of them and i just don’t want this to end!! we can forget it ever happened and i swear i’ll just. get over it or something and i-“

“okay don’t get too hasty about forgetting it i haven’t even said anything yet”

you stare at him wide eyed

“i’m sorry . what.”

“i can’t believe it took wonpil bodily attacking you for you to say that”

and then he drops his guitar with a thud and steps into your space to slide a warm hand around the nape of your neck

he pulls you closer and stops when your noses brush

“is this okay?” he whispers

“why are you whispering?” you whisper back

“shut up” he breathes right back

he smiles and then tugs you forward and tilts his head down to plant his lips on yours

he’s soft and tentative and pulls away after just a few seconds to press kisses to your cheeks and the tip of your nose

“if it’s worth anything i like you too,”

“are you kidding me that’s worth EVERYTHING ???”

and then you pounce on him and bury your face into the dip of his shoulder because you can’t reach his neck

damn skyscraper

he stumbles at first but then smiles down at your flushed face absolutely squished against his bony chest

he thinks it’s cute though and cranes his neck down to lay his cheek across the top of your head and loop his arms around you

dating jae is even better than you thought it would be !!!

wonpil wasn’t lying when he said jae was writing a song for you and when he plays it for you and sings so sweetly you cry your fckin eyes out

and he’s laughing and pulling you in to situate you on his lap with his guitar long forgotten leaning against the couch and asking you when you became such a softie

you look up at him with tears in your eyelashes and love in your eyes and he positively melts

he kisses your forehead and ruffles your hair and calls you kid like he didn’t just profess his undying love for you through song like the cliche he is

the two of you spend the whole night wrapped up in each other, expressing all the affection you’d missed out on in the last few weeks

you hadn’t realized how…. touchy jae is until now

he can barely function without his good morning kiss

“y/n i am a weak, weak man pls give me a kiss or else i won’t make it through the day,”

..you also hadn’t realized he was this dramatic lmao

the boys supremely unsurprised when they burst into your apartment to find you straddling jae with your fingers in his hair

i’m telling you they don’t even PAUSE in their steps they just look at you and acknowledge it

and then brian just …. takes a seat next to you guys and is like

“are y’all done i wanna watch this redbox movie and return it tonight before i gotta pay for another day”

you’re both cherry red in the face and untangle yourselves in astonishment at his casual tone

dowoon is rummaging around in your fridge and calls out from the kitchen that the two of you were the most obvious people on the planet and that the rest of the band was in the same boat as wonpil they just weren’t absolute psychos

wonpil: this is true but i resent that

all of you settle back into a comfortable dynamic

you’re super happy that your relationship with jae didn’t make anything weird

it probably helped that the very first night that jae mentioned in passing that you were cute and the band had never let it go since

it also probably helped when wonpil pointed out your actual literal heart eyes the first time you saw jae

……………. they were just waiting for it to happen tbh

anyways

nowadays you spend your mornings parting ways with a kiss and your evenings snuggled up together on the couch exchanging eskimo kisses and sweet nothings and you couldn’t be happier

<3

[insanetwocubes]

I thought about this before. Flare is sort of invincible against anything I throw at her. I can throw punches, throw insults, throw weapons and she lyke just says Nope and moves on.

I thought it was just a mindspace thing. Lyke y’know lyke how your brain doesn’t have pain nerves inside itself. Lyke Flare can’t get hurt. But Flare can get hurt. When she freaks out, it hurts. And I get hurt. Y’know back when other people were in the system, I would hurt and get hurt all the time.

And the more I think about it, the more weird it is just how much control Flare has over the mindspace. When we spar, she can easily overwrite my plans. All she needs to do is want to do that.

I can control her to an extent. I have a few strings I can pull and rewire. It’s only temporary but I can do it. But Flare lyke the power to retcon events.

Not that she did.... but she has retconned my actions. Keeping things interesting enough to entertain me but in control enough so she wins.

It’s so weird. 

So what’s even weird lyke I can lyke throw any insult I can come up with at her. But in the physical world, she’s vulnerable to any little thing.

I really don’t understand how she can be so steadfast against me but she crumbles the second anyone looks at her wrong.

Well, you said it yourself. I can control things in the mindspace. I can read your emotion to know if you’re really mad at me lol

I was really really mad at you for a long time lol you didn’t even flinch. I could’ve burned every inch of skin you had in the mindspace and you’d look at me and say “are you done?” 

But when it comes to humans you’re all “qnq sowwy I huwt youw feewings :(((( I didn’t mean it unu” 

Pfff

So but seriously. Do you love us less than them? Is that it?

It’s more like the humans’ emotions are more out of control and therefore cultivating positive emotion has benefits and a negative emotion has consequences. Here, if you feel angry, well you’re just angry. You’re stuck with them anyway, So if you want to waste your time being angry then so be it.

??? But you can control our emotions lol

Not exactly?

Well I mean lyke you are able to affect them more while the humans’ emotions are more out of your control.

But their positive emotions have more benefit.

You’re gross.

And ours don’t?

Not really.

What?!

Uhm hello have you seen Three? Lol you want me to just go ahead and lazy around all day? Picking flowers in her white, cottagecore dress?

..... I don’t think it’s so bad to be happy, actually. 

Yeah, well. Being happy doesn’t pay the rent.

But licking boots doesn’t pay the emotional anti-depression fund, either.

I thought you didn’t want to pick a fight.

No, you’re right. We got off track. I’m trying to figure what the difference because okay hear me out. You don’t panic when you talk to us. A fucking glitch in reality and you don’t panic. I come at you on fire and you don’t panic. We sit together in quiet and you love me and there are moments when the tension is gone. And after a fight we just come back to each other like nothing ever happened.

But with them? It’s panicky and chaotic. You are just so “sorry” all the time. You’re scared out of your wits on the good days and you keep crawling into such a tiny box.

Well you guys kinda.... love me. In a way.

We do love you.

But they don’t. And I guess I can’t handle it. Because when they don’t love me, they come out in pitch forks.

Yeah I.... relate to that. But we come at you and you’re fine? I can call you a faggot lazy asshole-

Lol

-and you’d just laugh. See?

Well again, I know you don’t hate me.

But I used to hate everybody.

Smh you were so much trouble lol

I guess the humans are so out of control and I know the damage they can do to my life.

But they do the damage anyway.

*shrug* So what, because I can’t control how they feel, I can’t put effort into making the interaction pleasant?

Maybe not..... exactly.

Huh? 

Well lyke. If you try to please them it’s kind of like having tunnel vision for the end goal right? Lyke the goal is to have a pleasant time with them. But if you only try to get it through them doing it for you, that’s p roundabout.

It doesn’t really.... matter how they feel does it? If you don’t really need them to feel good. Right?

But they hurt me when they’re mad, Four.

Yeah but.... it’s just hurt, right? You know we still love you. But it did hurt in the past.

Yeah...

But you came back and you were okay.

Yeah...

Well, like I said, I can waste my time being angry but you’ll still be here lol

And I guess will they.

Uhm no, I want them to go away lmao

Well you won’t let me nuke the world so what the fuck do you want from me? XD

True true XD

Just think about it, right? They always will be there. They will be different people. But it’s not lyke they go away lol

And the hurt?

They always hurt lol they just suck like that.

I guess.

Hey. Remember how.... lyke.... it doesn’t really matter lyke.... if they “go home and beat their wife” y’know?

You’re not responsible for others’ actions or emotions, Flare.

Okay....

What about saying sorry?

Hm?

Why would you say sorry?

Uhm. It’s because you value the interaction, isn’t it? You want to keep that specific interaction going.

Hm. Seems to be it. So work crowd and people you like? People in charge of things that you like being a part of too, I guess. Oh! And commercial exchanges.

I guess??

~Four

[onefam]

Saving Seventh Street

RENT EVICTIONS The corner block of buildings along 7th St between Peralta & Campbell is where One Fam/ Bikes 4 Life is located. Next door to them sits the historic Revolution Cafe which One Fam took over last year so that it may host neighborhood meetings which often include pot-luck dinners. "A neighborhood that breaks bread together, builds a brighter community together.” -A Proud Member Two social enterprise businesses funding a community center is the brain child of One Fam’s founder Tony Coleman. Having an community organization in your neighborhood operating on a self-sustainable model is something only other community organizers worth their salt can only dream of doing.. But yet, a formally incarcerated single father for almost a decade has managed to do in West Oakland and the Lower Bottom neighborhood is a lil better because of this. The bicycle shop servicing & selling affordable bicycles has been the funding source for One Fam's community work. They get lucky sometimes when a volunteer comes along & writes a grant allowing the organization to expand program work until grant runs out. One Fam’s mission is to organize with the community and create a vision that they can work on accomplishing together. Sadly, the reality of the neighborhood at the present day and many others acrosss the nation are opposite of any community vision.

LOSING IT’S SOUL   Never could our community envision seeing other neighbors being pushed out of there homes in place of others whom are able to pay more money. The Prescott a.k.a Lower Bottom neighborhood once dubbed "Harlem of the West is immorally decaying from its exterior. Families many of whom are 3rd 4th generations whom grew up in the neighborhood dreamed of the day the neighborhood would no longer be ignored and attention would be directed at beautifying it. It is appearing that this day has come. But, imagine how it must feel for it not to be intended for YOU or your family… And after all these years of neighborhood neglect. SMH

COMMUNITY CALL-TO-ACTION One Fam on this National Night Out is announcing a call-to-action! A rallying call bringing everyone together in the community to build up an organizing base of strong citizens trained & ready to fight for justice and equality. We must stand up for those most vulnerable being pushed out their homes daily so that the owner can increase rents. We're preparing for a campaign launch. WE NEED YOU!

ESTABLISHING HEADQUARTERS Developers have been drooling on this very property we’re operating from eager to purchase it in order to develop “Transit Village” Condominiums with commercial property beneath.. Intentions are to demolish all the current structures along 7th St including bike shop regardless of its Historical Landmark status. Fortunately the owners have been caught up in divorce conflict which have delayed and put the property sale on hold. We now realize as a community if we ever in OUR life we felt it necessary to get involved even if we’ve never done so in the past there is NO other time as important as NOW!!!. And there may never be another time WE HAVE THIS MUCH SPACE TO UTILIZE to build, train, organize with the underclass, the underdog, “THE PEOPLE”!

WE ( with your support) will remain on the property as an occupying force strategically establishing it as headquarters fighting for justice in Oakland .

RESOURCE The Cafe our multi-functional one-stop community hub. A central place for info sharing that have assisted making it easier & accessible for neighbors and others to immediately plug-in and get active. The time is NOW! Volunteer your labor, your skills, or donate money or what ever you can.

THE ARTIST/ ACTIVIST VILLAGE COMPOUND At ground zero of West Oakland’s historic 7th Street. An highly visible location near West Oakland BART Station. Sure to capture the peoples attention.

COMMUNITY MEETINGS 1st Wednesday’s 6pm Revolution Cafe (Artist & Activist Village) 1612 7th St. Oakland, CA. (510) 444-7746 : www.onefam.org

[trishgibsontx]

a post share, and so many reasons NOT to be a copycat (because p.s. IT’S ACTUALLY IMPOSSIBLE).

I have been sporadically following the writings/advice/stories of James Altucher (author of Choose Yourself, a book that I frequently refer my patients to) and I stumbled upon one particular post of his twice today – it sums up much of what I feel, know or adhere to, but I will share my own thoughts separately first.

it has never occurred to me — ever — to go and learn about how other “successful” people (surface) do things. I don’t even want to hear about how other people do things. maybe that is wrong. maybe I am shortsighted. maybe I am close-minded in some ways. who knows. but, it just has not occurred to me. maybe I am lazy. I did drop my psych degree at University, because I found it so boring, limiting and regurgitating. or maybe that was my excuse to not try hard and maybe I cared more about socializing. but in my core, even to this day, I just can’t look at someone else’s “way” and even consider replicating that (maybe that is my curse AND my blessing and I can accept that if it is) even if I “want” what they have. because, I really don’t want what they have — I want what *I* have to shine as clearly as it can so that I can help as many people as possible. then, once I shine with pure alignment on the inside, the Universe lines up EVERYTHING.

that said, I encounter so many people — particularly millennials (thank GOD I had nearly a decade of real world and person-to-person corporate experience before the time that social media came around and I put my practice on the map…what a horrible, vapid crutch and trap it is for so many who do not even understand that they have INTERNAL work to do first before starting a business! and THEN social media can be a wonderful, fab tool/fire!) — who ask me “but how did you start your practice? what courses did you take? how did you begin?” and my answer is always the same: I JUST BEGAN. with what I had. which was NOTHING. yet it was EVERYTHING — I didn’t try to make an oreo sandwich with no filling, I WAS the filling. I just didn’t have the two chocolate pieces yet. the chocolate pieces were resources, vehicles, tangible vessels of any kind (an office, the ability to pay my rent and eat, money for ad spend of any kind – even just to print business cards). the chocolate pieces for me then were nearly negative nothing and I was being sued by my landlord and could not eat many days. when I officially came out of the spiritual closet with my practice, I had already been advising and helping hundreds of extremely successful people. I just wasn’t getting paid for it. I was helping millionaires in silicon valley, and the feeling I got from the validation of my work was “enough” for me at that time, or so I thought (no digression here into the reasons why I would ever think that was “ok”). the “thank you” and gratitude from my healing work was “enough” for me at that time, or so I thought (and no digression here either into the reasons why I would ever think that was “ok”). I had no idea that the moment I placed my work on any kind of public radar, by creating my own chocolate pieces, it would positively explode and support me in the way it would come to be. in a nutshell, I didn’t know how good I was and I was not in a position (doctor, clinical therapist) to charge people for my time — or so I thought — even though they were benefiting greatly.

I was afraid that my unconventional experiences and knowings…just were not ready to be unleashed upon the world. even though there were way weirder people than me, doing super weird things (“energy work” or “intuitive work”) and being “successful” with them. but I never wanted to be successful — I WANTED TO BE AUTHENTIC. this is not a learned skill. I believe it is an intrinsic, core quality. that is why I don’t teach authenticity, and I certainly don’t need to look for it in my work — most of the people who are attracted to me or my work ALREADY ARE authentic. that is why the explosive results of a session are often so…explosive. anyhow, I was able to be “successful” with my business because I was authentic every step of the way. and I just led with that, with any resources around me (I still had a roof over my head and a brain) end of story. autobiography coming at a later point.

back to my original point: knowing yourself is the greatest route to success (and by the time I came out of the closet with my work, I knew myself VERY well). everything I write about, everything that I stand for, says time and time again that we are in an age of physics where success=alignment. alignment means: thoughts=words=feelings=actions. we may not get it right all of the time, but if we can try, daily, we undoubtedly “succeed” (whatever that means to you). so, why, WHY, would anyone ever want to replicate another person’s ways?

I don’t even like the name of my business. because when I named it, there were no other names that even remotely resembled it, so it never occurred to me that I would not like it one day and now I don’t like it. it never ever occurred to me that I would give it a second thought. I guess I shoulda gone to marketing school. anyhow years later and there are hundreds just like it. it makes me cringe at myself because it’s like taking an already pretty unquantifiable field (“healing”) that has no vetting process (as of yet!), that gets lots of eyerolls, and throwing dozens of more logs onto the fire without one unique thought and the SAME NAME over and over again. EACH PERSON IS A UNICORN! this doesn’t have to happen. now, I am not saying that I am the ONLY person to come up with such a name, because it is totally NOT unique, and perhaps I should have been much more creative at the time, but I did google for anything similar and I found no-thing. why would I ever want to sound like a franchise when I am not a franchise? i.e., for every person out there with the same name, different suffix, “Reiki Therapy by Jane” (also note use of the lowercase b in by), why would you want to be similar to ANYONE but YOURSELF?

it has blown my mind, the number of people who have tried to imitate, mimic, or foolishly copycat me or my work. it isn’t offensive, it is just boggling to me as I think WHAT A WASTE OF TIME. what a waste of talent. what a waste of…unique personal qualities this person is too afraid to even get to.

there have been rather well-known persons who have actually attempted to investigate and copycat my session format — as if that is even possible! I’ve seen the copy on their sites change drastically after a conversation or after they find out about my work. a while back, a “business analyst” said to me, in total unsolicited fashion, “you are giving wayyyyyy too much away on your website! people are going to start replicating it!”. I said “I don’t care”. because: it is impossible to replicate someone else’s style, ways, or surface level material and actually succeed the way they have; but it IS possible to honorably replicate their intrinsic core system or approach, such as their dedication to authenticity or alignment, and succeed if there is a pre-existing template to authenticity. THERE IS A DIFFERENCE.

I have also, so sadly, had a tiny handful of prior patients attempt to replicate my work after I thought we lit their world on fire together and they told me how “great” I was. two persons, in particular, were nearly bed-ridden when I met them (independently). as in they could not function in the outside world. they had no job, and according to them, “no purpose”. I saw what I felt they could do, at least from the vantage point of their higher self, after I helped them connect to their own source, and I shared that passion for them with them. a while after our work together, they sadly confused my energy with their own and attempted to use it against me by attempting to mimic my services and ghost on me (even using some of my website copy and photographs!). as if that would EVER work in a HEALING realm. in each case, too much of my attention was never enough for them, they grew bitter and resentful as they tried to fill a void that was my own learning experience to identify for future prospective patients as totally unfillable, and their retaliation was to (smh) attempt to start their own HEALING practices and pretend they never met me or learned from me – some even trying to connect with other people I had helped. how sad it was, that they could not see THEIR gifts, as I was there every step of the way for them to help them unlock them. and how sad it was and is, that some people think all they need to do is copycat someone’s surface level mechanisms while overlooking the decades of work and strength that is their core and that is the PROPELLER for all of that which appears surface.

1) never worry about someone copying you. they CAN NOT DO IT. so long as you are living in your strength and authenticity. if you think someone has succeeded in “ripping you off”, just wait…it will show up in their “work” and they will fall flat faster than you can even give it a second thought. I’ve seen this SO many times.

2) do not bother trying to copycat another person. what a royal, horrendous and incredible waste of time that is. it will never work. this is why small independent businesses fail. it is why big businesses fail, too, when they do not learn about CORE! YOU are the only YOU on this planet — that counts for a LOT. be willing to do the digging and the WORK to SEE WHO YOU ARE (yep, THIS is the hard part, actually!)

3) DO appreciate and learn about the strength of the intrinsic CORE qualities that you admire about another person or business. replicate the deep level qualities that you admire, not the surface level qualities that you ENVY. THAT will join forces with the core and authenticity and UNIQUE qualities that ONLY YOU possess that will light your world on fire. there is a reason that so many people I have worked with who have subsequently started their own businesses, even the ones similar to mine, have SUCCEEDED: these folks understand 3).

here is the link I want to share from James Altucher today; he might have some different approaches or opinions from me, but the core is the same and THAT is why I have been reading his “stuff” for nearly the past decade: http://www.jamesaltucher.com/2017/03/tucker-max/?utm_source=twitter&utm_medium=share&utm_term=tucker-max&utm_content=&utm_campaign=podcast

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