#era: bare&rare pt 1

[jieqionq]

CHUNGHA behind the scenes for morevision profile shoot

#chungha #ioi #screencap #era: bare&rare pt 1

[offleurs]

FLEUR through the eras: 2014-2022

i / i - debut mini album roller coaster - offset // mini album love u / blooming blue - mini album make me love you / my voice - full album something new - something new // mini album noir / digital single tail / digital single bicycle / querencia - full album sparkling // bare&rare pt.1 - full album

#☆ → career #© → edit #credit to kip #because they're awesome and the bestest ever

[cilliansgirl]

his lioness pt. 1 ✹ peter pevensie x reader

Pairing: Aslan x female!reader (platonic), Peter Pevensie x female!reader

Characters: Aslan, Lucy Pevensive, Susan Pevensie, Edmund Pevensie, Peter Pevensie, Caspian, & characters of my own. 

Warnings: mention of weapons and war, sexual tension, like one cuss word

Era: Caspian (just believe that they stayed after)

Summary: Princess Y/N of Archenland assumed the throne overnight, as her parents and older brother were mysteriously killed in a shipwreck off the Eastern Sea. She knows that the death of her parents and brother was not a coincidence, yet the traumatic event begins her prophecy. The prophecy of Aslan’s lioness, the noblest warrior of Narnia. To obey the prophecy, she leaves Archenland to her two younger brothers, who are barely old enough to rule the kingdom logically. All tension with the High King aside, she will become High Queen Y/N, Aslan’s Lioness. Six years after leaving Archenland and becoming High King Peter’s wife, there are threats stirring in foreign lands. There is a war approaching all of Narnia, and Aslan has trained her from birth for this moment. There is a war coming, and she is going to be the one to stop it, with help of course.

Status: Unedited, Posted on Sat. December 26, 2020 (10:25 pm)

She walked out of the hidden castle towards her mother’s extraordinary flower garden. That’s where she always went to get fresh air. Her white and gold dress ruffled gently in the cold wind as she pulled her red dress robe closer to her body. The cold air nipped at her nose, causing her to look flushed. Rarely did it snow in her part of Narnia, but when it did, she relished in the feeling of the chilled air. She approached the stone bench and tucked her dress in before sitting herself appropriately on the bench. 

“You shouldn’t be out here, you know?” She ridiculed.

“You’re out here,” the little voice squeaked out.

“I’m getting some fresh air, I couldn’t sleep,” she responded.

The head of a young blonde boy, roughly 10 years old, poked around the tree. He reluctantly walked towards her in his bundled up form. 

“Perhaps I could keep you company?” he asked her pleadingly.

“I think it would be better if you headed up to bed, Finn.” 

He nodded and stood up, kissing his sister on the cheek before heading off for the night. After a few more moments, a chill ran down her spine as a white wolf peaked its head out of the edge of the forest. The wolf and she sat in comfortable silence as if they could read one’s mind. She knew what it meant. She knew that it was a sign; a sign that tomorrow was going to be a greater day and she had to fulfill her prophecy. 

After the wolf had broken eye contact and sulked back into the forest, she brushed off her dress with her cold, delicate hands, heading back into the castle. 

She woke up early morning before the sunrise and packed all of her valuable belongings in a drawstring leather bag. She dressed in her training clothing: blue trousers, a white blouse, and a waist belt with a black riding coat over it all. With the leather bag thrown over her shoulder, she quietly made her way to the armory, careful not to wake anyone in the echoing walls of the castle. Opening her designated cupboard in the corner of the armory, she quickly fastened the hilt of her sword to her belt. She was courteous with making sure her daggers were also fit snugly in her boots. Looking back up, her eyes caught sight of the bow and arrows once belonging to her mother. Giving in, she hastily grabbed the bow and arrows, throwing the quiver over her shoulders, as a firm grip remained on the bow. She gently closed the cupboard, making her way to the adjacent stables.

Without starling any of the other horses, her petite but bold figure made her way over to her horse. They looked relevantly similar if one pondered on the topic. A fine horse he was, a strong one. She was the same: strong and determined to always do the right thing. She named him Borin, from where she had found him astray. She discovered him in the forest when she was a little girl; he was attempting his best to hide behind a pine tree. Hints the name, ‘bor’ the Slovenian word for “pine tree.” 

“Borin,” she whispered, delicately stroking his mane, “it is time to go.”

As if the stallion had known his duty, he leaned his head into her touch before she saddled on. Immediately, they rode out of the stables and into the courtyard of the kingdom. The kingdom was quiet but the sun was starting to rise, meaning she had little time. Before she reached the entrance gate to the kingdom, she pulled Borin’s reins causing him to halt. She turned her head to look at the castle she called home. She sighed, knowing that she’s leaving her two younger brothers to become the kings without a queen. With one last goodbye, she whispered, “Farewell, Archenland.” Whipping the reigns, Borin set off towards the Dancing Lawn, where he would be waiting for her. After resting at about midday, she and Borin had gotten past the Bulgy Bears, which meant that the Dancing Lawn should be only one or two more terms. 

Finally, she had arrived. There was a small pond that was on the far edge of the field, so she allowed Borin to trot over there before she had dismantled. After she had dismantled, she unhooked a satchel from the stallion’s saddle, opening it and spilling out the contents, which happened to be food for Borin. 

“Eat up while we wait for him,” she said, petting his crest before she made her own way to sit next to the large horse. Not long after waiting a large shadow cast over her sitting form. Eventually, the heavy steps ceased as the large figure relaxed next to her.

“Hello, Princess Y/N, or should I say, High Queen,” the gruff but soothing voice spoke.

“I cannot be considered a High Queen if I was never crowned,” Y/N responded back.

“And for that, my dear, I apologize, but there are much bigger things to worry about.”

Y/N huffed, “Like my prophecy?”

The golden lion’s head turned towards her, immediately noticing the confliction upon her features blankly staring at her surroundings.

“You’re not happy,” he stated, a matter of factly.

“No, I’m not happy Aslan! My parents, the King and Queen of Archenland, and my brother are dead from a shipwreck, kickstarting my stupid prophecy. I had to leave my two younger brothers alone with the kingdom staff last night and I will probably not see them for however many years! Who knows? Then, I have to marry Peter, for Aslan’s sake!” 

He chuckled, “I would appreciate you not using my name in vain while I am in your presence. I thought you were happy about marrying Peter?”

She sniffled, “Sorry. I am. Aslan, I am thrilled to marry Peter because he is the man I love; it just sounds impossible. How am I, a princess from a foreign land, your lioness? How am I supposed to be the noblest Narnian warrior and wife of the High King if I haven’t even become ruler of Archenland?”

“Nothing is impossible, dear one. In this world or in another.”

“So what’s the next step in all of this?”

“I would like you to come with me to Cair Paravel. That way we can start the arrangements for the wedding. ” 

She nodded, but with hesitation, “What happens when Archenland finds out that I went to Cair Paravel to marry Peter?”

“You will be fine. There will not be a war. Archenland diplomats will see it as a permanent alliance. I promise.”

She signed heavily, bringing herself to lay on Aslan’s back. 

 “Will you be there with me?”

“I will be there to guide you and visit you all in good time. As for now, I am very busy teaching the others how to run a kingdom,” he spoke calmly.

Y/N smiled at the thought, “How’s Lucy?”

Aslan responded, “She is doing very well; growing into a very fine queen, indeed. She reminds me of a young you.”

Y/N pondered, “In what way?” 

Aslan chuckled, “Well, she is very adventurous. Lucy has the urge to explore everything, much as you did. Her aspect of curiosity, moral stability, and social relations makes her one of the most courageous women in Cair Paravel. If she were any braver, she would be a lioness.”

Both she and Aslan laughed whole-heartedly. After all had settled down, she had fallen asleep on Aslan and Borin was asleep as well. 

“Rest well, little lion. There is a war coming and you’re going to stop it,” he whispered as his own head rested snugly against hers, making her instinctively move close to Aslan, seeking warmth. 

As the sun rose and the kingdom of Cair Paravel busied, Peter was patiently waiting for Y/N’s arrival.

“Peter,” Susan pestered, placing her book down on the library table.

 The room fell silent, the bustling of the rest of the castle could be faintly heard outside of the grand wooden doors. Before Susan could speak, there was a rapid set of heavy footsteps approaching the door before it swung open, revealing an out-of-breath Caspian. “She’s here,” he breathed out before Peter could rush past him, Susan following close behind. 

Y/N rode into the kingdom, her head held high. Orieus was on her right and an unnamed Minotaur on her left, guiding her into the castle’s courtyard, so that she could be greeted properly by the king and so Borin could be taken care of properly. Once reaching the middle of the courtyard, Caspian greeted her with an outstretched hand, to which she accepted with a smile. He helped her dismantle Borin as one of the stable boys insisted on leading Borin to his own stable. Another knight, clearly one of high authority asked if he could take the weaponry out of the way, to which she responded that they are very special to her and should be handled with the utmost care.

 After everyone somewhat settled down she turned back to Caspian and practically jumped in his arms, engulfing him in a hug. He accepted, wrapping his own arms around her waist but being courteous because he knew Peter was carefully watching the scene play out.

 “Oh Aslan, I missed you all so much,” Y/N sighed.“Come,” Capsian spoke as they pulled away, “The others are waiting for you inside.”

Y/N was guided inside the castle, Caspian leading her to the Great Hall, where everyone was waiting. Once the extraordinary engraved doors opened, Y/N was bombarded suddenly with a big hug from a small girl. “Hello, Lucy,” she smiled, tightening the hug.

After Lucy unwrapped her arms from around Y/N’s neck, Y/N was finally able to observe her surroundings. Edmund and Susan stood behind Lucy, small smiles on their faces. Peter was farther back in the room, but nonetheless beaming at Y/N. There were a few royal guards and few maidens scattered throughout the room. After Lucy had moved out the way, Y/N tightly hugged Susan and Edmund, greeting and making small talk with each one. 

Once Susan was finished talking about the books Y/N has suggested to her, Y/N made her way over to Peter. Susan ushered Lucy, Edmund, and Caspian out of the Great Hall as well as the guards and maidens. 

“Hello, my King,” Y/N curtsied.

Peter rolled his eyes, “Please, it is just us. No need for formalities.”

Once Y/N stood back up, Peter pulled a large ring out of his pocket, “I suppose this is for you.” 

“Aren’t you going to make it seem like you want to marry me?” Y/N jokingly back. 

Peter chuckled, looking down at the ring for a moment before meeting her ethereal features, “I mean, I had tried to formally propose but then you screamed at me because I was doing it before the fight with Miraz.”

She stepped forward, taking his hands in hers, slipping the ring on the ring finger of her left hand, “Yes, well. Your mind should have been completely focused on not dying in the fight, not me becoming your wife.”

Before Peter could say anything, Edmund had cracked open the double doors of the Hall, “I really do hate to intrude but the entirety of the kingdom is waiting for you both to make the formal declaration.” 

“Yes, I had almost forgotten,” Peter smiled, gently wrapping his left arm around Y/N’s waist as they both proceeded to walk out of the Great Hall towards the balcony that displayed over all the kingdom. 

As Peter and Y/N made their appearance, the crowd erupted in excitement. Y/N took this time to observe her surroundings. Peter and she stood dead center, Susan and Lucy standing off to the right behind the pair, yet Caspian and Edmund standing to the left. She took the time to watch the faces of those in the crowd, for she was always yearned to be intimate with the commoners of her kingdom. There were middle-aged commoners, kids, too; scattered in the crowds were skippers, royal guards, and creatures of the Great Forest. It brought joy to Y/N’s heart to see that all of them gathered just for the announcement of Peter and her’s wedding.

The kingdom’s trumpets sounded, signaling the crowd to cease their cheering. After the crowd had settled, the colonel of the royal guards stepped forward. 

He spoke loudly, “May I present, High King Peter the Magnificent and his wife, High Queen Y/N the Lioness.”

As soon as the declaration finished, the cheering roared louder than it did before. The cheering brought smiles to everyone’s faces. Peter tightened his hold on Y/N’s waist, causing her attention to focus on him. As soon as she looked up at him, he captured her lips in a delicate but passionate kiss, causing the crowd to ignite in happiness. Y/N gladly excepted, kissing him back before pulling away. Peter and she both waved to the crowd before heading back inside the castle. 

Once back inside, there was a maiden waiting for the King and Queen. Peter’s hand left Y/N’s waist as he allowed his hand to linger on the woman’s waist. He smiled, gesturing towards the maiden.

“My Queen,” he started, “this is your maiden, Emma. She will help you with anything that you will need. I have to go to some meetings, but I will be back by the time you are preparing for bed. Emma said she would be happy to show you the in’s and out’s of the castle while I am away.” 

Y/N nodded at Peter, smiling at the maiden as she returned the gesture. Before leaving the corridor, Peter leaned down to give a quick farewell peck on Y/N’s lips. 

“I’ll see you later, yeah?” he questioned as Y/N nodded in response.

The blonde-haired boy turned to Emma, “Thank you again for showing her around while I am gone.”

She curtsied, “Of course, your highness, I wish you the best of luck on your political duties.”

And with that, he was gone out the door, leaving Emma with Y/N. As the night went along, Emma and Y/N became quite the pair. As a matter of fact, they were the best of friends. 

Later that night, after Emma had helped Y/N prepare to bathe, Y/N had sent Emma back to her quarters for the night. When Peter had come through the large engraved door, Y/N was in her night slip, brushing her hair in her mirror. 

“Hello, darling,” he gently stated.

“Hey, Pete.”

He strode over to give her a kiss on the crown of her head, his hands rubbing gently atop her shoulders. 

“How did the meeting go?”

Peter breathed in deeply, “Oh, you know, Edmund is a lot more persuasive than I could have wondered.”

“Please Peter, I figured that out a long time ago,” Y/N scolded.

Peter shrugged, “I guess I never thought about it. Now, if you don’t mind, I am going to freshen up before bed.”

“Mhmm, sounds good,” Y/N replied.

The two were in their shared bed. Y/N sinking into Peter’s strong embrace. Y/N had cracked open the balcony doors so that the cool air could circulate throughout the room. She hadn’t been able to close her eyes without drowning her mind with doubtful thoughts. She rolled over so that she was now facing Peter. She looked up and saw him peacefully sleeping, but she wouldn’t go to sleep without his lulling. 

“Peter,” she whispered, placing one of her hands on the upper chest. 

“Hmm?” he responded tiredly.

“I’m scared of this.”

He peeked through one of his eyes to look down at her mesmerizing features, “You are one of the strongest women I know. You are willing to do anything for the good of others. And I know how hard it was to be pulled from Archenland, but I am completely faithful that you are going to fit in perfectly in the Narnian kingdom and treat the kingdom and the people in it as your own. As far as I know, we are doing every step together. Every step of the way, no matter how long it takes.”

Y/N sighed, wrapping her arms around Peter’s torso, “I love you.”

“I love you too, Princess,” Peter groggily spoke, kissing her forehead sloppily. 

After a few more moments, Peter easily resumed sleep as Y/N fell asleep with the comfort of Peter’s words flowing through her mind.

#peter pevensie x reader #peter pevensie #narnia #narnia x reader #aslan the lion #caspian imagine #king caspian #king peter the magnificent #edmund x reader #edmund pevensie #lucy pevensie #susan pevensie #caspian x reader #the lion the witch and the wardrobe #voyage of the dawn treader #prince caspian #aslan x reader

[bakugou-tm]

Bakugou-tm Masterlist (Updated)

Reader

Headcannons

Lazy (s/o)

Butt pinching (s/o)  

Alpha Baku & Omega s/o that steals his clothes for her nest  

Bakugou seeing s/o in swimsuit (NSFW)

Angelic s/o that is crazy strong in battle  

S/o that messes with Bakugou in public (slight NSFW)  

Short s/o

Dragon King Bakugou traveling to island of amazons  

Bakugou making friends with his strong rival  

*Updated*

Bakugou getting paired up with crush who can manipulate quirks

GIF Headcannons pt. 1

GIF Headcannons pt. 2

Bakugou-tm Headcannons

Headcannon #1

Headcannon #2

Headcannon #3

Headcannon #4

Headcannon #5

Scenarios

Exploring haunted mansion  

Mineta sneaking into girl’s dorms (inspired by @sup-poki post)  

Bakugou meeting (s/o) & child he left from high school (slight domestic)

Easter scavenger hunt (slight nsfw)

(S/o) and kids cleaning Bakugou’s cuts (domestic)  

Building collapses on (s/o) that saves people

Bakugou doing something nice for Izuku’s sister

Bakugou seeing s/o in swimsuit (NSFW)

Bakugou’s European (s/o) being made fun of for forgetting Japanese words  

Villains attack Ground Zero’s wife and kids at his house (domestic)

(S/o) crying and hugging family after fight (domestic)

Fantasy AU Bakugou and Dragon Trainer (NSFW)

Bakugou hurts (s/o)’s feelings so he makes it up to her  

Boys try to hit on (s/o) and Bakusquad protects her  

Bakugou saving you and colleagues from villain

Jealous Bakugou at beach  

Bakugou taking (s/o) to water spring

Comforting angry/sad Bakugou  

Bakugou and colleague having to go as undercover couple  

Bakugou and (s/o) watching fireworks  

Bakugou’s crush having same birthday but not telling him  

Bakugou’s birthday with family (domestic)  

Artsy (s/o) makes Bakugou birthday gift but is nervous to give to him

Bakugou has party but leaves with s/o (slight nsfw)  

Bakugou showing up to class with surprise cake from s/o  

Bakugou finds out wife is pregnant (domestic)  

Bakugou and s/o finding baby on mission (slight domestic)

S/o falling on Bakugou with quirk that puts thoughts on skin  

Bakugou’s kids hang out with his parents (domestic)  

Bakugou family meets up with Bakusquad (domestic)  

S/o praising Bakugou when he feels down  

Super soft s/o that’s a medic  

Reader kissing stranger to learn language  

S/o is former delinquent and child of mafia

Bakugou’s s/o meets parents for first time  

Bakugou with super sweet yet clumsy s/o

Bakugou has nightmare and accidentally hurts s/o  

Bakugou having a hot moment until realizing s/o is on period (NSFW)  

Bakugou finding tired and stressed s/o on floor crying  

Bakugou and s/o painting new baby’s nursery

Dying kiss  

Jealous kiss

Goofy kiss  

Angry kiss  

Bakugou wanting alone time with s/o but kids interrupted (part 1) (domestic & slight nsfw)  

I thought I lost you kiss  

In the dark kiss  

S/o snapping on Mineta after making inappropriate comment

Crush getting hit by quirk that makes heroes seem like villains  

Pirate Bakugou and s/o AU

Father’s Day surprise (domestic)  

S/o getting trapped under rubble during fight

S/o getting a dog that ends up liking Bakugou

S/o breaking up with Bakugou since he only focused on being a hero  

S/o being proud of Bakugou after sports festival  

S/o being put into coma from being kidnapped then waking up  

Bakugou wanting alone time with s/o but kids interrupted (part 2) (domestic & nsfw)  

Shy s/o sneaking to Bakugou’s dorm  

Pizza delivery boy Bakugou  

Bakugou gets called from police on anniversary finding out s/o is dead

Why (song fic)  

S/o showing up to Bakugou’s dorm angrily after being forced into quirk marriage

S/o reuniting with Bakugou after being captured

Esta Noche (song fic)  

Bakugou and s/o switching hero costumes  

S/o that can deliver illnesses to others finding villain that killed their parents

Bakugou takes family on vacation (domestic)  

S/o constantly being tired from school & training  

*Updated*

Bakugou meeting (s/o) & child he left from high school pt. 2

(S/o) comes home w/ wound & exhausted (domestic)

Bakugou embarasses chill (s/o) and she gets rageful

Anti-Hero Bakugou #1 

Anti-Hero Bakugou #2

Anti-Hero Bakugou #3

Bakugou catching (s/o) dancing to KPOP

(S/o) is busy at college so Bakugou surprises them

(S/o) teasing Bakugou while he plays video games (NSFW)

(S/o) tags along with Bakugou to photoshoot

Class reacting to Bakugou & (S/o) photoshoot

Bakugou finds (S/o) tied up after being MIA

Pumpkin carving

Bakugou and (S/o) doing black face mask

Bakugou finding out shy crush is kinky (barely NSFW)

Jealous Bakugou with (S/o)’s secret admirer 

Bakugou seeing (S/o) without a shirt (slight NSFW)

Bakugou vs Monoma x Reader

Bakugou proposing to cheerful (S/o)

Bakugou jealous of (S/o) that’s “one of the guys”

Fiesty Omega (S/o) that’s from America (Omegaverse)

Pro-Hero Bakugou reuniting with ex-crush who’s fashion designer

Bakugou wanting alone time with (S/o) but kids interrupt pt. 3 (NSFW)

Bakugou crushing on Izuku’s protective cousin

Bakugou x Quirkless Reader

(S/o)’s dog that initially hates Bakugou, but then teams up with him to hate Deku

Bakugou’s crush gets hit with memory loss quirk and Kaminari says he’s her boyfriend

Perfect (song fic)

Bakugou and crush versing one another in sports festival and crush teases him in front of everyone 

Victorian Era Villain Bakugou x Reader

Bakugou and (S/o) meeting up on rooftop in between hectic schedules

Ruin My Life (song fic)

Stuck in detention with Bakugou (slight NSFW)

Anti Hero Bakugou #4

Anti Hero Bakugou #4 pt. 2 (slight NSFW)

Suit and Tie (song fic)

Spring Break Hormones

Crack Pineapple Pizza Oneshot

Reader modeling for Bakugou’s parents then finding how who their son was

Bakugou’s shy (S/o) wear tight jeans for first time (slight NSFW)

Bakusquad goes to pumpkin patch until it starts pouring

Jealous Bakugou because Shindou flirts with (S/o) at costume party (NSFW)

Fics

Twisted Fates Prologue  

Twisted Fates Chapter 1  

Twisted Fates Chapter 2  

Twisted Fates Chapter 3

Scarlet Night Chapter 1  

Scarlet Night Chapter 2  

Scarlet Night Chapter 3  

Updated

The Chosen Prologue Chapter 1

The Chosen Chapter 2

The Chosen Chapter 3

NSFW Alphabet

Aftercare

Quickie & No

Oral, Risk, Unfair

Jack Off

Cum, Dirty Secret, Favorite Position, Kink

Body Part, Unfair

Original Characters

Headcannons

Scenarios

Bakugou x @technicallyflamey OC  

*Updated*

Bakugou x @artistvicky​ OC

Fics

My Other Half Chapter 1  

My Other Half Chapter 2  

My Other Half Chapter 3  

My Other Half Chapter 4  

Rare Limited Edition Karma Akabane Content *gasp*

Karma with Artist (S/o)

Karma x Reader Purge AU (NSFW)

#bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou-tm #bakugou-tm masterlist #bakugou-tm headcannons #bakugou-tm scenarios #slight karma akabane x reader #karma akabane x reader #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #wowzers this took a minute #THANK YOU @BOXWEL FOR HELPING ME ORGANIZE THIS

[boba-beom]

Hi~! No need to apologise! I'm always happy for your replies. 🥰 I totally agree regarding the aesthetically pleasing movies! Also, it's actually the other way round for me; I haven't watched the Shadowhunters series, I've only watched the movie. I rarely watch Western shows these days, I feel like I can't commit myself to multiple seasons. 😅 I'm glad you enjoyed the series though. If you look at it this way, the fandom was lucky enough to choose from a movie or a series to watch.

Oh my gosh, what a coincidence! I had such music phases in my life, too! I've had my boyband phase with One Direction, Union J, JLS, Big Time Rush, The Vamps and 5SOS, then I've had my more emo phase with All Time Low, Imagine Dragons, the Arctic Monkeys, The 1975. I still listen to some of them though. Maybe kpop fans all started there. 😅 I got into kpop in 2015, I guess? It was through kdramas, the first band I listened to was Infinite because of L's acting. Then came EXO, VIXX, GOT7 and BTS.

With BTS, I started stanning them because of Dope, but I fell hard when I heard Let Me Know. I was so floored that the band with such title tracks has a song like this. 😭 The most beautiful moment in life era was my favourite, they were my ult group at that time. *-* Oh, it's totally okay! I stayed in Nottingham, I studied at NTU during the 2020 fall semester. They were one of the few UK partner unis I could apply to with the Erasmus+ scheme, and it's been my dream to stay in the UK longer

Sadly, it was cut short due to the delta variant. I couldn't go back in January, but the uni managed it well, so it was okay. Plus, while I was there, I could actually get my hands on The Vamps' new album, so even though there was no concert, I could get my first The Vamps album in the UK, so that was pretty cool. I've also seen some pretty cities before lockdown happened, so I've gotten the most out of it. *-* Where in UK are you from (if that's okay with you to share)? What's your fav UK city?

The Day6 concert was awesome! I sang so much that I could barely speak the next day haha. You were beautiful is indeed a beautiful song, I cried when the MV first came out. 🥺 Oh, les misérables, that must have been spectacular! I actually went to a Christmas market yesterday. I finally felt like I could get myself into the Christmas spirit. I hope you'll enjoy the market with your friends! 🥰 Your new year's eve sounds lovely! It's only me and my sisters who stay up late, my parents can't. 😅

Do you have any wishes or aspirations for next year? It doesn't have to be anything huge, just something that you're hoping for. Obviously, I hope covid will go away, but also, I'll try my best to stress less next year or do more self-care. *-* Anyways, I've seen your blog is 1-year-old! Congratulations, and also congrats for 800+ followers! 🎉🎉🎉 And don't worry, I talk so much, too, but it's because it's so nice talking to you. 🥰 Hope you have a lovely week ahead of you! Take care! ❤️ - ❄️

hi hi secret moa~

i agree with you on that, it's not all the time a fandom receives both a series and a movie so yes, we were lucky and spoiled for that hahah. i'm honestly fascinated by the fact that our music tastes were so similar before and when we got into kpop! listening to the 1975 always made me feel ✨things✨ and i'll do it again! and now there's chase atlantic with similar vibes and i'm not mad about it ^^ BUT OMG VIXX, I LOVED ERROR >< i would play it on the speakers from my ipod 1st gen HAHAH and my sister would literally hate me for blasting it aloud, but she ended up listening to kpop with me around that time too ✋😌

let me know was also one of my favourites!! honestly, i just loved all of their early songs, even though i wasn't really stanning them yet, but i like it and i like it pt 2 were always on repeat, i kid you not!! 🥺 omggg at Nottingham?! I'm just an hour away up north from there! how was the experience?? i'm happy you enjoyed staying in the uk even for a short while! i've just been wanting to leave and i was planning on going to san diego for a placement / internship but of course with covid in the way i wasn't able to do that, so i might go after i graduate just for some experience ^^ but i've always loved Manchester!! I was wanting to go there for university but I felt like the city was a bit too much for me to stay so I resorted to Sheffield which is the halfway point between where I live and Manchester~

regardless, i'm so glad you managed to get your hands on the vamps album!! my 13 yr old self is quaking rn 😭😭 i had a phat crush on bradly but then it was bradley, then connor then james after watching their cover of miley cyrus' we can't stop aaaaaaa <<< evidence they still have that little place in my heart, but i haven't listened to any of their new songs since i listened kpop AHAH but you're so lucky to have gone to day6's concert!! i wanna experience that one day, just to sing without having a care whether i have a voice the next day or not omg

i went to the christmas market too a couple of days ago with my friends, and there was this swing ride that only a few of us went on. ngl i haven't been on a ride since late summer and the last ride was the claw 😭 it was truly something because i felt like screaming but i didn't want to at the same time AHAH we had the cheesy sausage and shared some giant churros ^^ and i mean— the parents usually drink to their heart's content and use the karaoke machine, but me and my friends usually just chill in their rooms and talk about anything and everything! I JUST CAN'T BELIEVE IT'S NEXT FRIDAY:'D

I think my wishes are just for the safety and health of my friends and family, along with university going well! self care sounds good, and definitely, the first step to self care is to stress less hehe~ AAA AND THANK YOU! i'm so glad I managed to keep this blog for a year despite all the shenanigans going on irl, but truly, thank you!! I'm just so excited to know who you are in just a few days, and that we can stay in touch here and interact more hehe i'm intrigued to read your works too! talking to you takes me so long to type but i love it HAHAH I hope you have a wonderful week ahead of you<33 sending hugs ^^

#[ 🪴 ] — asks. #Secret MOA ❄️

[serararku]

Dancing in the Sand Pt 1

"Okay, here's another good one." Mizuna started. “I run without feet, have a bed but never sleep, and a mouth but cannot speak. What am I?" 

Era didn’t even skip a beat. “A ghost!”

“Ghosts may not have feet but they don’t run either. Plus they can definitely talk. Try again.” The Raen woman gently guided the chocobos by the reins, making them slightly turn along the path through these dry Thanalan wastes; fortunately it was overcast so the blazing sun wasn’t slow-roasting them in what would otherwise be the equivalent of an oven in this midafternoon heatwave. Era fell silent, for a time, as her eyes darting back and forth along the road. The cogs in her head were spinning so fast she almost had sparks flying out from her ears.

“Uuuhhh…” She rubbed at her temples. “Is it… a… mmmn… Thalen, what do you thi-”

“It’s a river, darlin’.” He finally chimed in, sitting on the other end of the driver’s bench with his dented and weathered flask in his hand. Mizuna turned to give him a disapproving look-- riddles aren’t any fun when the answer is just blurted out. But she saw the look in his eyes while his gaze darted along the outer edges of the crags to their right. Despite trading with Miqo’te for years Mizuna has only recently begun to catch on to their expressions and giveaways; his ears weren’t flat against his head but they were certainly lowered, his brow was furrowed but he wasn’t outright scowling, and his eyes darted along the crags above on the right side of the wagon as if he was searching for something-- or someone. There was no doubt in her mind; Thalen was on edge.

Era on the other hand lit up like a firework once she connected the dots. “Ooooohhh… I like that one!” She clapped excitedly and stifled a giggle, reminding both Thalen and Mizuna that beneath the scars and short temper remained a little girl barely old enough to be considered an adult. “I need to tell Zevs that… but he would probably get it right away. He’s really smart…”

“He’s a forest Miqo’te. The river riddle’s the oldest one in the book as far as we’re concerned.” Thalen grunted in between swigs.

“Are you alright?” Mizuna couldn’t hide her concern any longer. “You seem tense…”

He crossed his arms and slouched in his seat. “Bah, I’m fine Doc. Just a lil’thirsty, is all…”

“Vahli isn’t going to lay a hand on you, Thalen.” Era assured, leaning over the railing to give him a warm smile. “I’ll make sure of that.” All he did was grunt at her in response.

This was the furthest Mizuna had ever been within the Zu Tribe’s territory, and the difference between their lands and the vast majority of Thanalan was night and day. Even from the shady seat on the front of the wagon, she could spot rare and valuable herbs partially hidden in the cracks along the cliffside. Crimson Gloomroot, Tifa's Tears, Faded Glory, and even some Dusklotus shimmered in her peripherals. It's little wonder why so many merchants risk their lives to travel through these untapped lands; perhaps on the way back she could pick some for a nice profit… and for her patients, of course. 

"Alright, we're here." Era sat up once the wagon ground to a halt. The two chocobos clicked their beaks and hummed lowly; they could sense the danger they were in. She took a few sharp breaths and cupped her hands around her mouth before turning to squint at Thalen. With an obnoxious belch he clamped his hands over his ears and began to hum loudly, just as he said he would. "Ku-WIIIIP! Ku-WIIIIP! Ku-WIIIIP!" Her sharp voice carried far across the wastes, echoing off the crags and distant hills. “Okay… let’s go meet them, nice and slowly.”

Mizuna knew she heard sounds differently than the other races, what with the fleshy holes in the sides or top of their heads. Her horns were sensitive to sound vibrations, true, but she still didn't pick up that high of a frequency; Miqo'te whistles were truly something else. "So now that we're waiting…" She started, glancing around for any sign of her tribe. "Is there anything I should know about your people?"

"Mmmn…" Era made her signature half-hum, half-mumble, while tapping ponderously on her chin. "Well, they don't really know what personal space is… the tribewives and kittens in particular. They're very curious, only the warriors have ever seen an Au Ra before, so… expect them to get close and touchy. And I cannot express this enough-- no magick! If they discover you can cast spells, then-!"

"No magick." Mizuna repeated calmly. The nervous chocobo began tugging the wagon along from the gentle flick of their reins, causing Thalen to stiffen and sit up once they turned the corner.

The warriors of the tribe were first to greet them. Women adorned in stained furs and mismatched pieces of plate armor salvaged from their prey all turned to stare in silence once the wagon was in clear view; squatting along the cliff high above was none other than Yhaba, who looked ready to leap into the air and land on the wagon at a moment's notice. She rose to her full height and began walking alongside Era and the outsiders, as several warriors began to trail the wagon from behind.

Next came the huntresses, who were far more relaxed than their battle-sisters, at least. Some wore leather hoods, others were completely bare chested, but all of them were covered in tribal paint to bless them during their hunts. They were perched on the old trees along the path, with most of them too busy inspecting their weapons to notice or care about the wagon. Except for Chaje of course, who nodded with approval at Era when they passed her. Yet the chocobos were terrified-- two giant zu birds stared at them from their nests, salivating at the chance at tasting them.

Last but not least was Vahli Nunh and his harem. He sat along the slope at the mouth of Valhaas Barrow, surrounded by his wives and armed with his mighty glaive. He even wore his battle harness, complete with his iron-clamped bracers, his warpaint complimenting his ritualistic tattoos and scars, and a thick cloak made from the rugged hide of a black Hrothgar.

"Wow…" Mizuna spoke in a low whisper to her two companions. "That is the biggest Miqo’te I've ever seen in my life…!" She and Thalen exchanged weary glances, but Era couldn’t help but smile; it would seem Vahli went all in to make a lasting first impression, an effort she found more endearing and cute than anything else. When the wagon finally stopped, she was the first one to hop down into the dust, and he rose to his feet to greet her.

“These are the outsiders?” He asked, spinning the glaive around in his grasp before resting it on his shoulder. “I do not trust the scaleborn woman with our kittens… and what is this Tia doing here?!”

Thalen took one last swig of his flask before slipping it into his pocket. “I’m the scaleborn’s bodyguard. I owe her a debt and this is my payment.”

Vahli snarled and bristled when he spoke, and it wasn’t long before he moved around Era to stare Thalen down face to face. “You lie! You have come to challenge me and take my wives for yourself!”

“No, he hasn’t!” Era butted in, quickly stepping alongside them before glaives were swinging and bullets were flying. “What he says is true-- he is only here to ensure her safety. When she is done tending to our young, they will both leave. You have to trust me, Vahli.” Mizuna simply watched the three Miqo’te purr, hiss, and whistle at each other; she didn’t speak a lick of Huntspeak but she knew aggression when she saw it. With luck this encounter wouldn’t turn violent, or she would have to give Ms. Slater the bad news.

Both Thalen and Vahli didn’t budge an ilm. The Nunh’s biceps were larger than the Tia’s head, and he was nearly a fulm and a half taller; but Thalen remained as still as stone, his gaze unblinking and his ears flat against the top of his head. If they were destined to fight, it would happen at any moment-- the tension was thick enough to cut with a knife.

“Are you done with your staring contest?” Era’s mother Yuun called out from the entrance of the barrow. “Set aside your pride and bravado and let the lizard woman inside. You two can kill each other after our daughters are cured.” Her tone was sharp and devoid of patience, which was enough for Vahli to blink and angrily grunt before turning around to return to his harem. Era and Mizuna both sighed in relief, as Thalen slowly let go of the firing pin on his revolver, and took his first breath in what felt like a whole bell. It would seem he would have to keep one eye open around this brute, especially after their jobs here were finished.

“Dr. Kusakari.” Era beamed, speaking in Eorzean again. “Right this way!”

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Mentions: @rzevi-tia-ffxiv​ @osric-slater-ffxiv​ (for Edalene)

[border-spam]

NSFW late COV era Troy HCs pt:2

I write him in this AU as pan sexually and fem leaning romantically, these are all specific to a strong but hidden relationship with a very trusted fem partner late COV era. 

Too young? Don’t click. 

Not your thing? No clicky. 

Part:1 is here

As much as he enjoys submission and handing control over to a smaller, weaker partner he can trust completely to not judge or ridicule him when he's begging for her touch, he loves physically dominating her as long as he knows she wants him to. That's the entire chase for him. Knowing someone wants him to do it.

Regardless of how underweight or slight he is, he's still a huge man and intensely physically strong. He can easily hold a smaller person down with one arm, or lift them, or restrain them... he'd never hurt someone he cares about, the trust factor is of major importance. That kindness never extended to the followers he’d sleep with before her.

Praise kink? Holy shit. Praise kink. Doesn't know he has one till he cums seconds after being told how perfect and beautiful he is while she strokes him and kisses along his damaged shoulder joint, realising she means every word. Spends the rest of the night an apologetic, embarrassed mess.

Shyly asks for it again later.

Rarely takes initiative and prefers to shower her with physical affection and whiny neediness when in private. If he's got a moments peace in private and out of the limelight, he won't waste it if she's there. Will follow her around the quarters if he has to just so he can keep in physical contact.

The constant neediness can get a little irritating. Dragging in for kisses, a hand under her shirt collar or hem, constantly likes to touch. Also wants to make very clear it's because he wants physical affection with her, not just sex. 100% horny all the time and responds to the slightest hint of interest. Will straight up try and crawl onto a lap if she sits still long enough and there is enough room next to her to try and squash his bulk against her.

His health problems mean he can get exhausted easily, so he prefers giving oral and foreplay until he can’t hold back anymore rather than immediately going for more tiring options.

Same goes for positions, and he has no problem at all with letting her top for as long as she likes, at least until he decides he wants to take control..

Has zero concern over nudity. None. Tends to not put anything on till absolutely needed, if he’s coming back to bed with breakfast or laying in for a few hours watching shit on his echofeed, he won’t be dressed. Deal with it. Or join in. All Good.

Prefers to not show much physical affection in public for a multitude of reasons, but when he needs to, he does, and it can be overwhelming.

He catches someone else paying more attention to her than he likes? He feels the pricks of jealousy along his spine? That won’t do. His entire physical demeanor changes. Eyes narrowed, muscle tight, moves closer to her.

They usually pick up on it and back off, it's impossible not to when that monstrous silhouette is towering behind the person you are trying to flirt with.

If they don’t, and he’s in public and has the God King persona to uphold, the speed he can switch from physical intimidation to violence is terrifying, and only had to happen in relatively public eye once for people to get the idea and back off a lot quicker in the future.

Once he’s confident his position has been made clear, if he can get her out of sight for even just a handful of minutes, he'll have her hoisted against a wall with her legs over his shoulders and his hand over her mouth to muffle the moans as he ravenously eats her out.

She's his. She knows that, he knows that, even if they have to act professional, like she’s some kind of subordinate to Father Troy. Even if she has to humor others in his presence, even if no one else can know.

He needs to remind her who she belongs to and how much she's wanted. He needs to be able to taste her for the next few hours while acting out his normal façade in front of the screeching masses and cameras.

He’s too big for oral comfortably, but absolutely loves when the effort is made. If she chokes on him she won't be able to wipe the smirk off his face for hours. He takes it as such a confidence boost.

Lazy, soft, morning sex? Open and gentle? Vulnerable and close? Slow, passionate open mouthed kisses before the dawn breaks and starts to filter light into his Sanctum? His absolute favorite time to be with her. Do not tell anyone holy shit do NOT he has a REPUTATION TO UPHOLD OK??

While he’s attracted to a similar body shape on men, he has barely any softness to his physique and finds he goes apeshit over any soft parts on a woman's. Bum? Thighs? Lower belly? Breasts? Hickey marks. Everywhere. Bites if she'll allow em.

Bending over near him is a long term injoke she knows runs the risk of either getting a grope or a slap in private. If she does it back some point later, he will not be responsible for wether she will be able to walk or not the next morning.

Has a trigger for curves in general. Form fitting clothing? Business attire or shape hugging gala dress while in public with him? Will watch her like she's prey. Like he's going to eat her alive if she gets close enough to grab. Eyes won't leave her outline for the entire event regardless of who's trying to get his attention.

He’ll pull her into a room and huskily rasp into her ear that “Your King needs you now.” as he hitches her skirt up and backs her towards anything he can bend her over or sit her on.

The need to keep this secretive means quick, heavy rutting, either from behind or lifted onto something to give him the right leverage. He’s desperate and sloppy, but will make sure she comes before he does. He's an expert at managing his appearance and moods publicly but.. well.. some things can still crumble that façade. Her, specifically.

Extremely sensitive skin due to low body fat. Has a lot of areas that stroking will leave him a whimpering mess. Sides and nape of his neck, his throat, collar bone, ribs, socket scar, abdomen, pelvic ridge, hip bones. 

Can easily make him fall asleep just by fluttering fingers over his skin most nights. Fantastic when she needs 5 minutes of NOT HAVING HIM CONSTANTLY MOANING FOR ATTENTION.

A combo of predatory urges and a deep seated mommy kink means he’s never really sure if he wants to bite into her flesh, or suckle her and whine. 

This can lead to worrying accidents in the heat of the moment with sharp teeth he forgets he’s modded. His health issues means a very well stocked medical kit is always in arms reach on his ship and he's worryingly well versed in managing minor wounds, but he apologises profusely even if it barely hurt.

Has a huge weak point for nursing, and finally feels safe enough with a close partner to indulge, usually in the afterglow as they begin to drift to sleep together. Tends to nuzzle into her chest while asleep most nights, arm usually pressed against her back holding her tightly in place.

Generally pretty shameless about kinks, but has big problems opening up about any vulnerable ones like this. Trusts her completely, but the idea of it getting out still makes him anxious sometimes.

Will open mouthedly beg against her lips when close to finishing, panting desperately as he pleads to be allowed cum inside her. Embarrassed by it afterwards but he needs to. He needs to. He doesn't know why. 

If they aren't safe then he'll pull out and pump across her stomach, but his fingers will trail through it after and press into her mouth. It's all part of the ritual. He wants every part of her, please, please, please want him. Please. Want him. He loves so hard.

Asks are open!

ps I’m not actually sure where this screenshot came from but I think it might have been circiva.tumblr.com! Give them a check out!

#borderlands #borderlands3 #borderlands 3 #bl3 #troy calypso #calypso twins #my writing #my hcs #asks

[gffa]

so, considering your feelings towards Legends Force lore, what's your view on luke and mara's force-bond (dyad?). and how do you feel about the dyad between rey and ben (outside of the pesky distance-travelling physical stuff)?

In fairness, I’m only sort of versed in Legends PT-era stuff, the OT-era stuff is beyond my scope, mostly just because of a press for time and how I can barely keep up with everything else, much less the stuff that just isn’t my #1 area of interest.So, I can’t comment on Luke and Mara’s connections (though, I’ve always liked them as a ship!), but re: Ben and Rey’s bond/dyad, I’m actually okay with it.One of the things that made it work for me was Palpatine’s comment about how one hadn’t been seen in generations, which indicated to me that it was something very rare and probably a lot wasn’t really known about it, how it works, or what it does.  That it can be very powerful as we see, but it can also potentially be incredibly dangerous and distracting as we also see.  That it can be a potentially dark side thing as much as a light side thing, at least according to the potential implications of the guide book stuff, iirc.Don’t quote me on that, also even for memory it’s extremely ambiguous and that’s part of what makes it work for me, that it’s just a big giant “what the fuck is this??” even to the characters in the universe.  They might have heard of it or have some ideas about it, but it doesn’t seem like anyone knows what the hell it is, but the bond itself seems to work like the regular way Force-sensitives can sense each other/hear each other’s thoughts when they’re familiar with each other, only dialed up to like 500.I dislike the physically passing stuff through the Force part as noted, but the seeing each other, the being able to share thoughts like that, the amped up ability to share life force between them to the point of bringing someone back from the dead, all of that fits really well for me based on established Force lore.And I’m actually kind of interested in what a dyad like that could have meant or done, what it was capable of, what it would have been like to experience it.  To have this connection to someone you don’t really even know, that you’ve never met, but they’re inside your head, and the complicated, messy feelings that would arise from that intense connection you were thrown into with someone!

#the force #meta #tallulalusa

[goldenornstein]

Sublime Beauty and Ruthless Strength // Half - Primordial AU

Based on @naturma​​​‘s original lore. Furthermore, their muse is Ornstein’s biological mother in this verse. So big thanks and proper credit goes to them!

Also, the idea was inspired by this character questionnaire.

This verse starts in a vaguely medieval era, but extends to modern times.

Highly adaptable, open for plotting and general interaction.

Pt 1: Origins:

His father was a sellsword. People said this man’s wife had died giving birth to their only child: Ornstein. Tragic, albeit common occurrence. However...

She didn’t truly die. Nor was she human, to begin with.

The story of a dead mother served a dual purpose; no one doubted it, no one asked anything else about her, while at the same time it protected the child from a cruel truth. She’d abandoned them both. Or so the Sellsword thought.

Thus, Ornstein was never a regular child. He could perceive the life force of all beings. Plants, animals, even fungi, they all thrived in his presence. He healed from any wounds at an eerie speed.

A rare gift. A dangerous one, as well. Back then, a strong belief existed that the strange and the extraordinary equated evil influence, or dark magic. Hence, the Sellsword and his young son never stayed at the same place for too long, lest some of the child’s peculiarities attracted the attention of those who hunted down the so-called impure.

The child grew up strong and skilful, yet wary of other people. He was quick to learn his father’s trade and started helping him. Odd how someone possessing such an uncanny affinity with life, could also dispense death with nearly effortless ease — oftentimes taking advantage of his inhuman qualities.

However, the time came when he demanded his father to speak the truth, once and for all.

The story of She, who had called herself the Mother of all, was absolutely bewildering and disarming. He would’ve thought his father had gone mad, but... his own abnormal nature spoke of things beyond human comprehension.

Uncertain about what to do with this knowledge, Ornstein continued life as it was for him until then. He fought as a mercenary. He worked as a bodyguard, as a sentinel and even as an assassin. Whatever brought enough coin to eat. Provided, he was always mindful of disclosing nothing about himself.

Years went by at the same speed any human would experience them. Until one day he realised his father’s age began hindering his ability to fight. But himself...? Once Ornstein reached full maturity, he didn’t seem to age anymore.

It was too much. Whereas an ageless existence would fascinate others, the mere idea instilled unbearable dread in him. What if he couldn’t die? What if he lived until the end of time? Watching everyone and everything die...

He decided to search for his mother and ask her what exactly he was. How could he deal with this form of existence. Fully aware of how difficult it would be.

Of how she most likely had no desire to meet him.

Pt 2: Current timeline.

León was a name adopted to be used in this current society, while keeping Ornstein as a surname.

After hundreds of years wandering without a clear destination, and without ever spending too much time in one place, he no longer remembers what it was like to have a home. Nor does he feel the need for it. Not anymore.

A simple man he is. Too simple perhaps. No residence of his own, no possessions other than the bare minimum, working odd jobs to gather some money wherever necessary.

His desire for human interaction has decreased, as well as his interest in societal dynamics. Furthermore, he tends to stay away from any cities. Yet such isn’t that easy anymore; the occupation and reign of mankind over nature are strong, tyrannical.

León might seem odd to most people, not only due to his lack of interest in most mundane pursues, but also for his appearance. The stark contrast between worn-out clothes and overall unkempt looks, versus the striking colouring of his eyes and hair, the smoothness of his skin, the soft symmetry of his features…

A tad inhuman.

Yes, he does realise his human side is suffering a slow agony, forcefully prolonged by the Primordial energy entwined with his existence. Thus, he feels less and less human, closer to something else — which remains largely unintelligible.

Controlling his power, if such a thing can be called his own, does seem possible now… albeit it’s still far from easy. The Primordial has a mind of its own — a life even. It cannot be harnessed like magic. It must be embraced, done and ultimately lived, like the constant movement of one’s own body. The risk of hurting himself and others is always there, he knows, for he has done much damage during the long years of his life.

Pt 3: Possible paths.

His humanity has already withered to the point where almost only memories remain, the last vestige lingering in him. And yet... he maintains this old body of his, in the manner of a nostalgic memento which sometimes still serves a purpose. The entity formerly known as León, or Ornstein, has transcended the boundaries of basic matter, to become one with the primordial energy in everything that exists --- while retaining his own consciousness and identity.

Two different paths are possible for him. Two paths that never coexist at the same time, but can most certainly turn into one another.

Neutral force: Humans have chosen to satiate their own hunger for wealth and power, no matter if all other life forms might perish in the process. He accepts it. Nature favours the strongest, hence mankind has earned their right to feed on everything else and thrive. He’ll occasionally manifest in human cities, just to witness their advances from a more mundane perspective. If a particular individual or group happens to catch his attention, he might intervene and even aid them in subtle ways.

Enemy of humanity: All life dies to feed one ruinous species, as the selfish greed of mankind knows no limits. He resents them, bitterly so, and will attempt to stop their relentless destruction by any means necessary. Complete human annihilation starts to seem like a possible solution... perhaps the only one.

#new verse info #v: sublime beauty and ruthless strength #also turning the nasty freezer women trope into smth good here #dead mom is out #now we have secret primordial entity mom

[kpopisthereasonihavenolife]

Promise Me

Monsta X

Lee Minhyuk as your older brother

Genre: Drama/Fighting/Bullly, Comfort 

Words: 4.2k

I could have made a small reaction for each member, but I decided to give our child of the sun, Minhyuk, some spotlight. Also, gonna be set right after The Clan Pt. 1 was released, because All In era Minhyuk gives me so much life. 

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Monsta X, a growing kpop sensation that had just released their 3rd mini album, The Clan pt. 1 <<LOST>>. While he was over in Korea, promoting, doing special stages and appearing on shows for interviews, his little sister was over in England, studying abroad.  The two of you were always close, ever since childhood, since you weren’t too much younger than him.  

You’ve always supported your brother and his work, but you did it from the sidelines and always made sure to never boast about how your brother was an idol.  You hardly mentioned it at all, if it somehow came up in conversation, which it would be incredibly rare if it did, you’d mention your relation, but you never openly broadcasted the information to the world. The world of spotlight wasn’t for you, you were happy enough knowing that Minhyuk knew who you were while you cheered like any other fan in crowds.

You even went to the extent of naming him “VitaMin” in your phone, because one, he’s always filled to the brim with energy somehow, and it wouldn’t let the people who peek over your shoulder and read your phone know who you were contacting.

You’d tell your brother everything, how your day was, what you ate that day and how much, if you were feeling under the weather, if it was a day without rain or cloud, and of course sending him the occasional picture of sights or yourself if his begging was persistent enough.  However, there was one thing you neglected to tell him; the fact that even when attending university abroad in England, bullies still found their way into your life.

You don’t know why, but it’s like you had a tracker on you and every bully on the face of the earth is constantly notified of your location through their phone and just attack.  You’d easily dealt with the sneers and under the breath the small group of 4 girls would spout out when you walked by, it didn’t bother you much.  It was a mistake apparently, as what they teach you in school ‘ignore it and they’ll get bored’ was a lie, because as you ignored, they grew more bolder.  

They sought out a reaction from you, and they started almost acting desperate to get one. They’d start grabbing at your arms or sleeves to pull you to them as they spoke to you in harsh tone.  They’d take any opportunity to ‘accidentally’ knock your books from your hands or grab onto your bag to where they’d rip it by yanking it backwards, making your stumble back in the process.  

Yet, even still, you grit your teeth and tried to bare through it.  Then, in typical bully fashion, things started to escalate. They’d corner you in the secluded spaces in the buildings, the areas where the camera’s had blind spots, alleys where people didn’t check, or just behind the building.  They’d push and shove at you, kick you down and of course, pull at your hair and scratch at your skin.  

People like them made you sick.  They were ruthless, and even if they had their own problems in their lives like it’s always told to people by when their in middle school, it gives them no reason to hurt other people.  There are plenty of ways to take out frustration, and on that checklist of healthy or humane ideas, the option of dicking around and beating on another person wasn’t on it.

It only made it worse when you overheard a conversation of these particular girls talking about, and fawning over, Monsta X.  You knew every member loved and adored all Monbebe’s and it broke your heart as fellow fan, that they had fan’s who could be this cruel to an innocent girl just trying to further her education.

So, to try and keep your low profile streak going, you’d wear scarves to cover the marks on your neck and chest, longer sleeves and pants.  You even got to the point of wanting to be invisible so much you started growing out your hair that now brushed along your shoulders.  You’d always preferred shorter hair, but I guess things need to change to stay invisible.

You had just finished relaxing on your break after exams before second semester for school started, and as you sat in your small 2 bedroom house studying for your classes, your phone that rested next to you on your desk buzzed with a phone call.  You smiled as you set your pencil down and answered the call.

“Hey Min-”

“Y/N!!!”  You pulled the phone away from your ear and winced at his loud voice.  “I miss you!!”  You rolled your eyes and brought the phone back to your ear.  

“Yes, I can tell.  You’re much louder than you usually are when you call me.” You hear rushing cars and honking in the background of where he was, along with the voices of his team with him.  “It’s loud where you are, where are you?”  He chuckled into the phone.

“We’re out walking around.  We’re visiting somewhere and it’s a bit noisy.”  You nodded.

“Yes, I can tell.”

“Hey, so you said you live alone right?  Like in a lil house right?” You rose your brow as you pulled your feet into your chair and pushed your back into the chair and listened to him ask if your address was correct in his memory from when you told him before.  

“Yeah, that’s my address still.  Why?”  

“I’m actually sending you something.  It’s a surprise present for you from all of us.  I just want to make sure I have your address right.”  You rolled your eyes.  

“I’ve told you before you don’t need to send me present’s Minhyuk.”

“No, but seriously, you’re gonna like this one.”  You breathed out a sigh as you smiled and a sudden knock came at your front door.  You looked towards the direction of the entrance of your house and rose your brow.  Who would be knocking on your door?  You didn’t have a delivery out or anything and Minhyuk’s ‘present’ would take at least a week or two for overseas shipping.

“Hold up Minhyuk, someone’s at my door. I’m going to leave my phone at my desk.”  

“Go, go!  I’ll wait.” You pictured his smiled as he held his phone to his ear.  You set your phone done as you called out to the person on the other side of the door that you’d be there in a moment.  You unlocked your door and opened it and you were ready to ask what they wanted, when your voice stuck in your throat and you let out only a small scream.

“You’re present’s here!”  Minhyuk stood with his arms out wide to his sides, the rest of MX behind him as he held his phone in one day.  You jumped around in place for a moment, trying to get, what you hoped wasn’t a hallucination, out of your head.  “Well, you gonna hug me or not woman!”  You jumped forward to latch onto your brother’s chest as you almost felt like crying.

Changkyun whined from the back of the group, while the two of you just held each other. You missed him so much and it’s been so long.

“Yah, save some for us Hyung!”  Minhyuk looked over his shoulder and stuck out his tongue to the maknae.  

“Get your own sister hugs, these are mine!”  You laughed as you finally let go of Minhyuk and let them all inside, where you offered everyone else their own hugs.  Your small 2 bedroom house just suddenly got 7 new bodies to add into the space. It’ll be something trying to figure out who’s going where, but that’s a hurdle you’ll deal with at a later time.

You ushered the boys into the living room, some sitting on the couch, some on the floor and Minhyuk even went so far as to sit on the top of the coffee table after he cleared a space for his rear. You stood in your doorway, crossing your arms as you adjusted the neck on your turtleneck subconsciously.

“So, what’s with the sudden surprise trip to London?”  Minhyuk raised his arms towards you and opened and closed his hands rapidly, silently pleading you to come sit with him.  You chuckled at his childish action.  “Sit your butt on the floor, and I’ll sit with you.”  You’ve never seen him move his body to drop onto the floor so fast.  The boys all laughed or rolled their eyes at him as you walked over and sat on his crossed legs.  He was a rather clingy brother, but that’s okay.

“To answer your question,” you looked at Shownu who started speaking, as Minhyuk didn’t seem like he was gonna respond, “we have some promotions to do back in Korea, but we were given some time off before that.”  You furrowed your brow slightly.  

“But, if you have time off, shouldn’t you visit your own families?”  You scanned over the faces of each member, all with the same smile on their face.

“Our families are in Korea, you’re not.  And you’re family too you know.”  Kihyun answered as he motioned to Minhyuk.  “Plus, he wanted to hope on a plane ASAP to get here.”  

“We’ve all missed you in conclusion.”  Jooheon piped up, showing his dimples in his smile.  Minhyuk rested his chin on your head as you sighed with a smile.  

“Well I’m flattered.  How long are you staying?” You directed your question to Minhyuk.

“A week.”  

“Hey, that’s not bad for idols.”

“It’s not long enough if you ask me.”  He whined as he already started dreading when they would have to leave you, even though he literally just got there.

“Well, since I’ve found myself with a few more roommate for a few days, sleeping arrangements are a thing we need to take care of.  I have room for one person to sleep with me in my room and I have an extra room with a pull out couch suitable for 2 more bodies.”  You looked at the ceiling as you thought.  That’s only 3 out of 7 boys.  

“I’ll sleep on the couch if you need me to.”  Changkyun had piped up.  You nodded at him.

“Works with me.”

“I’m the only one who is allowed to sleep in your room.”  Minhyuk had stated from behind you.  You had expected this and accepted it without complaint as the others started teasing him or saying they wanted to sleep with you in your room.  You had just concluded to digging up some spare blankets and pillow or sleeping bags if you can find some and the rest can fight for floor space.  

And like that your week with the 7 boys began.  

When you weekend ended and you had to prepare for classes again, Minhyuk had picked up on a hint of dread in your attitude. It wasn’t just when you were getting your things ready.  He noticed the dip of emotion when school was even brought up.  Something about it made him suspicious of you, like you were hiding something from him. Part of him wanted it to be, at the very least, a secret boyfriend of girlfriend you hadn’t told him about, but the way you acted, the back of his mind wouldn’t let him believe that was the case.

So, when the morning came and you were up early, grabbing your bag to head off to campus, Minhyuk surprised you by waking up with you too.  

“What are you doing up so early?  Go sleep some more.”  He shook his head, keeping a smile on his face.

“Nope.  I wanna walk you to school today. Pleaseee!” He put his hands in front of him, dramatizing his pleading further.  You rolled your eyes before taking the black cap on your head and slapping it on his.  

“If you wear a hat and a mask so that no one can easily recognize you, then you can walk me.  But I won’t except any other terms.”  He rolled his eyes playfully as he went to find his fabric face mask to pull over his nose, down to hook under his chin and behind his ears.

“Oh come on, it’s not like someone’s gonna just up and recognize me that easily.”

“You don’t know that.  You’re probably more popular than you realize, Sunshine.” He flopped down into the bed as you called him that name you’ve call him since you were children and laughed.

“You’re never gonna stop calling me that are you?” You shook your head.  

“Nope.” You chuckled at him as he watched you pull at and adjust the neck of, yet another one of, your turtleneck.  

“I never knew you liked big sweaters like that before.  I would’ve brought some of mine to give to you if I had known.”  You let out a nervous chuckle.  

“Well, it was a sudden attraction.  I just put one on and all of a sudden I had 7 different colors and styles in my closet.”  Before he could mention anything further about your wardrobe, and feeling yourself get a little anxious, you grabbed the remaining things you needed before going to the bedroom door.  “Hurry up or I’ll leave without you.”  

“Aish, wait!”  He slapped on his mask, adjusted the hat you put on his head, as it was a bit tight, threw on a pair of jeans and a hoodie was out by the front door to meet you a few minutes later.  Since most of his face was covered, and he didn’t want you to leave without him, he didn’t worry about make up.  

On the way to school, the two of you chatted about nothing really, him asking questions about the city, or about your classes.  When the two of you arrived at the entrance to your campus, you gave him your keys to the house, so he could get back inside, since you locked the door behind the two of you. You even punched in your address in his phone just in case he got lost.  

“Does this mean I can pick you up too?”  He slyly requested as you rolled your eyes and pointed to the mask and hat.  

“If your wearing that, sure.”  He jumped as he gave you a quick hug and even a happy kiss on your head.  You shook your head at him as he watched you walk off and he turned to return him.  Little did the both of you know, a group of 4 pairs of eyes watched you around the corner, giving your keys to an unknown man who seemed a little too affectionate towards you.  

The day went by surprisingly well?  It was odd for you not to be bothered the entire day by the small group of girls who decided to torment at you daily for fun. You even got to the point of suspicion that maybe they were taking the approach of making you feel jittery and paranoid as a new form of torture.  If they were, it was definitely working, of course you’d never show your paranoia.  But your mind was in turmoil.

But everything came around when that final bell rang.  You stood outside the building doors, heading towards the entrance and ringing Minhyuk to tell him you classes had ended for the day.  It had just started to ring when your shoulder was tugged from behind you and you were turned to face 4, rather annoyed and furious faces of 4 rather ungrateful girls.  

“You thought you were going to get a break?  Not likely.”  The girl who grabbed your shoulder sneered at you as she grabbed onto the fabric of your sweater, wrapping her fingers around it and dragging you around the perimeter of the building. You grunted and pulled back in protest, digging your heels into the ground and gritting your teeth.  

“Of all days you finally choose to stop being a pushover, you choose today to fight back?  Some being stubborn and get over here!” She sneered at you as she eventually got you to the back of the school building and pushed you to the wall.  It was then that the shouting, name calling and hitting and kicking started.  You’d pushed at them, fighting back more now.  You’d push at their shoulders, pull at their hair since they were the sensitive girls about their scalp, you even went and kicked at their stomachs to get them to back off.  

All while, none of you 5 were aware of the phone on the ground beside you that had an active line.  Minhyuk who picked up your call, hear everything and was out the door with Hyungwon and Kihyun behind him.  

When they got to the school, they didn’t see you in the entrance or when they asked a few students, they either didn’t know who you were or didn’t see you.  They all had their faces covered, as their running around would bring enough attention enough.  When Hyungwon suggested the back of the building, the three men were all running to the location.  

When they rounded a corner, they all froze for a moment and watched the scene in front of them.  They listened as they called you slurs for giving your keys to a strange man, accusing you of ‘whoring yourself up to the nearest guy’, and their mind reeled when you fought back at them.  

Angry tears stung your eyes as you had a split lip and bruises forming on your arms and cheeks.  Your sweater had been so disheveled that your previous, healing bruises and scrapes were visible.  Minhyuk finally moved and ran towards the group of the 5 of you when a girl dug both of her hands into your hair and started yanking you around by your strands.  

He grabbed the wrists of the girls and unlatched them from you as Hyungwon and Kihyun stood on either side of you, Minhyuk in front of you.  You had slumped against the wall, sliding to the ground, your hair obscuring your view, but you could see legs in front of you as well as three shadows drowning your form.

“What are you doing to her?!”  You wanted to cry as you realized that it was Minhyuk who came and pulled the girl away from you.  Of all the ways to find out about this, it had to be this stupid fight.  Hyungwon and Kihyun stood silent as they glanced between Minhyuk and you, watching the rage in his eyes and his curled fists.  

Minhyuk’s angry boiled higher when he saw that the lanyard of one of the girls keys was hanging out of her pocket, and decorated with Monsta X. Were they serious?  His fans, his precious Monbebe’s he cares so much about, were bullying his little sister?! He took a breath before he pulled off the hat you gave him this morning and then dropped one side of his mask to hang on only one of his ears, fully showing who he was.  

The girls let out a horrified gasp, all in unison as they looked at each other than to Minhyuk.  Their gazes to went to Hyungwon and Kihyun who in turn removed their masks.  Minhyuk took a small step forward.  He wouldn’t lay a hand on the girls, no matter how angry he was, but he wasn’t about to back down or lower his intimidation levels when his precious little sister was behind him on the ground.

“I’ll ask you again.  What are you doing to my sister?!” The girls all suddenly lost all their previous vigor and shriveled up into shy and confused figures.  Minhyuk ran his hand of his face as he turned and bent down to you pushing your hair out of your face. His face grow worried as he watched your eyes not look up to him, but remain lowered.  “Are you okay?”  You remained silent as he ran his thumb over your cheek, brushing some dirt off of you.  “Y/N.. please?”  

You slowly looked up to your brother as you brought in your bottom lip to bite on it and reached to grab his shirt as you lowered your head again.  He could tell from the shaking of your shoulder, you were crying, but more out of frustration than pain.  You were mad he found out, you were mad you at yourself for fighting back, and you were mad for dragging not just him, but Hyungwon and Kihyun into this as well.  

Kihyun took the initiative as Minhyuk sat with you.

“Just leave.”  He looked at the girls dead in the face as they all jumped at his sudden declaration.  “If she ever comes back to her house, or even mentions any of you to us again, we won’t just be angry, we’ll be disappointed.  It’s despicable when people like you 4 pick on someone who’s done nothing wrong.  It’s even more so when those people who attack someone claim to be fans of ours.”  Kihyun’s strongest point was his ability to nag and nitpick but you’ve never been more happy that his maternal instincts kicked in here.  Just this once, you wouldn’t mind him getting onto, and scolding, someone.  

The girls scurried off as Hyungwon helped you stand and lift you onto Minhyuk’s back. Everyone placed their hats and masks back on as you lay on Minhyuk’s back, all the way back to your house.  When you arrived, the rest of the boys were at the door, waiting after getting a text from Hyungwon about what happened.  

They had dug up all your wraps, bandages, creams, lotions, peroxides, pills, anything they could find that might help patch you up.  They took it all and placed it in the kitchen, where Minhyuk then put you in a chair and with little to no convincing, your turtleneck was pulled off your chest and the boys started working.

Along the process of cleaning you up, all of the boys started to joke and push around with each other.  Telling stupid jokes, talking in strange voices, acting dramatic and even going to the point of doing aegyo for you just so you would smile again and, of course, it worked.  The rest of the day was spent with you in shorts and a hoodie Wonho lent you, since you preferred his, and the boys pampering you.  

They’d help you clean up, or make you take a break.  Kihyun even took over cooking for the night, with the help of Changkyun.  They didn’t want to talk about what happened, at least not before Minhyuk did.  He was your brother, your family, they wanted to wait until the closest two people in the small house talked it out first before they did.  

So that night, when you and Minhyuk sat in bed, the others sleeping in other rooms, he and you talked it out.  You explained how it had happened when you first started university and how it wasn’t anything but harmless words.  You told him how you didn’t want him to worry about a couple of low life bullies when he was so busy all the time, but he just told you that you were flat out wrong.  

He was angry, but more than anything, he just wanted you to be safe again.  You explained how your sweaters weren’t just for your growing love for them, but to hide your injuries and bruises.  You told him you took care of them to an extent, but would never dwell on them.  It was the first time you had fought back so harshly today, and it was because they were indirectly bringing him into the situation.  

“When they started bad mouthing you, I dunno, I just lost my temper.”  He pulled you to put your shoulder against his as the two of you lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling.  He sighed as the two of you have been talking for a while and he understood the situation better, so he had the time to cool down.  

“I know.  I’m glad you finally fought back, they should stop messing with you now.”  You nodded at him.  “I’m still upset though.  How can I go back to Korea when I know there’s still a chance you’ll be picked on again?”  You shook your head.  

“I’ll be sure to tell you if I’m ever a victim again.  I promise.”

“Yeah?  Well if you are, you bet I’m gonna be taking time off to fly up here and put more people in their place.”  You snickered.

“You gonna bring back up with you then too?”  You huffed as you mentioned Hyungwon and Kihyun with him today, acting like 2 bodyguards.  

“Hey, they had planned to come with me anyways.” It was silent for a bit before he proposed to finally getting to sleep, as much as he didn’t want you to go, you still had classes tomorrow.  You couldn’t afford to miss them. “Do you really promise?”  You nodded sleepily to him as you were half asleep.  

“I promise, Sunshine.”  He stuck out his pinky you to as you smiled and linked you pinky with his.  

“Pinky promise.”  The two of you muttered together as the two of you fell asleep that night with your pinkies linked and the promise of a protective big brother. You’d get better, and so would he. From that day, no had dared to pick at you again, and your secret of being Minhyuk’s little sister, successfully stayed a secret.  

And as promised, you always told him everything from then on.

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Also, I apologize for the slow content, I’m working on more requests and filling them out as quickly as I can!! 

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Security ~ A Markiplier Ego Fanfic

Okey so it’s basically an unofficial Too Late pt 3 and i wasn’t gonna do this BUT I LUV MY SWEET CANNIBALISM INDUCING PLANT BOI GETTIN TICKLES OKAY?! Ya need to scoot over to Too Late Parts 1 and 2 for context an shit and JUST FYI dark as a ler just gives me tingles so here we go!!!

If Bim had known what was going to happen he would have just taken his tea and run away like a bat outta hell. Much like he was running away now, except he was being chased by a bat out of hell in the form of a mischievous Darkiplier; a rare occurance. The flustered presenter sped through a hallway and through an open door into a spare bedroom, swivelling to look for an exit; but none existed.

‘Uh oh…’

Bim squeaked and jumped at Dark’s drawling tone, turning to see said man grinning maliciously as he waved a hand…causing the door to swing shut. Crap. Bim breathed fast and shallow, heart beating with fearful anticipation as his eyes flicked over the other man in the room.

‘Poor little Bim…alone and trapped with nowhere to go. You and I have something to discuss…’

Bim shivered at the teasing tone lacing his words, he backed away with a heavy gulp and jumped when his legs made contact with foot of the bed. Dark’s eyes glimmered and in that moment of inbalance, Dark pounced. Lunging forward he pushed Bim so he was lying on his back, Dark settled himself atop his thighs with a contented sigh before forcing Bim’s arms up with his smoky aura; relishing in the terror building up behind Bim’s thinly framed spectacles as he squealed loudly in surprise. Dark chuckled as he looked round the room briefly.

‘How curious that should come to this room…are you trying to tell me something?’

Bim flushed, with intense embarrassment and confusion at Dark’s previously unheard playfulness, thus spreading the heat across his cheeks. He tried to speak, poor thing, but only stammers came through and Dark only hummed as he reached forward and placed his hands on Bim’s wrists. He moved them closer together above Bim’s head as black, swirling tendrils kept them in place. Dark’s fingertips moved back down, trickling down Bim’s arms before delicately resting under his arms.

‘Dohohohon’t….’

Bim giggled with light, whispered breathlessness as tickly sparks ignited and made him shiver. Dark cocked his head with a raised eyebrow.

‘My my, you are sensitive aren’t you?’

Dark mumbled, enjoying and taking in Bim’s flustered state. He fluttered his fingers in Bim’s hollows deftly causing a river of giggling to burst forth, as well as making Bim gasp and squeak at the effectiveness of his light touch.

‘Nohohohohoho!!! Yohohohohou dohohohohon’t nehehehehed toho dohoho thihihis!’

Bim managed to exclaim as he grinned widely, head tossing and turning rapidly. Dark donned a serious expression as he hardened his scribbling, making Bim wail and cackle wildly.

‘Oh but I do…allow me to explain my dilema to you Bim…’

He latched one of his hands onto Bim’s ribcage and vibrated it, causing a yelp and belly laughter to ensue.

‘NAHAHAHAHA DOHOHOHON’T DOHOHO THAHAHAT!!!’

Dark kept maintaining his stoicism, but he couldn’t help but feel gleeful at the entire scenario; having someone at your complete and utter mercy does tend to make you feel thus. Bim could only laugh and squirm uselessly as Dark spoke.

‘You see the problem I have…is that you might SAY that you’re going to keep your promise, and I don’t doubt that you mean it when you say so-’

A second hand affixed itself onto Bim’s ribs, the fingers of each hand massaging and rubbing the sensitive flesh and bones; Bim jerked and bucked helplessly.

’-but after a bit of time…you might just let something slip…’

'IHIHIHI WOHOHOHOHON’T!!!’

Dark hummed and paused his torment briefly in order to worm his thumbs under Bim’s shirt so he could untuck it and move it up. Bim shivered and knawed on his bottom lip as his sensitive tummy was bared, he hid his face in the crook of his arm to try and hide his sheer embarrassment. Dark smirked when he saw this.

'Why so shy…?’

Dark trailed off as he flicked a finger over Bim’s waistline, chuckling at the strangled noise that came from Bim’s throat as he buried his face furthur.

'NA-HAH!!!’

Bim was smiling widely, shaking in anticipation at the thought of Dark tickling and tormenting him. Mainly because that for Bim, being tickled wasn’t something that he…exactly…hated. It made him cringe to no end to think about how someone tickling him made him feel so happy and giddy, but he’d never be able to tell anyone that. The words would get stuck if he even just thought about trying to say them. He glanced at Dark briefly but looked away again after he saw the teasing smirk he wore, said smirking tormentor resumed his monologue as he rested his palms on Bim’s quivering belly.

'So essentially, I’m obtaining some…security of sorts. Just so you have a memory to remind you in case you decide to let your mouth run away with you.’

Dark grinned and curled his fingers slowly, Bim giggled heavily and squeakily as Dark’s fingertips swirled, scratched and squeezed the soft flesh of his tummy.

'AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA DAHAHAHAHARK!’

Dark leant over Bim, lips curled in a innocent smile as his eyes danced with evil deviance.

'Yes?’

He waited patiently as tears began to glisten at the corners of Bim’s bright eyes, he noticed how wide and joyful they seemed…quite dissimilar from Wilford’s when he’d gone through this treatment-

'IHIHIHIHIT TIHIHIHIHICKLES!!!’

Dark was jerked out his thoughts but soon laughed deeply, Bim’s innocence never ceased to amaze him.

'Does it? Does it really?’

'YEHEHEHEHEHES!!!’

The almost childish nature of his words made Dark smile a fond smile as he raked his gaze over Bim’s form; making sure to keep torturing the wonderfully sensitive tummy before him. It was then that Dark noticed a few things. Bim was indeed squirming, undoubtedly, but not to great extent. Not only that, but his restrained arms had remained relatively stationary with no pulling or tugging in earnest. Dark thought that Bim was perhaps conserving his energy…but then again. Dark gazed intently at the man below him, laughing so happily and freely….and then it dawned on him.

'DAHAHAHAHAHARK NAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!’

Dark grinned in realisation as Bim squealed before cackling crackly. Bim was enjoying this…he actually liked what was being done to him. Dark had to admit that it was rather endearing, before his mind twisted to mischief as ideas formulated on how he could use this to his advantage. He locked eyes with Bim as he slowed his tactics and simply trailed his fingertips over Bim’s belly absently.

'Goodness, I don’t think I’ve heard you laugh this much before. You must really be enjoying yourself-’

'Wh-whahat?! Noho ihi’m nahat!!!’

Bim’s flush darkened visibly as his mind rushed and jumped between his thoughts, analysing Dark’s words with anxious fear…and perhaps a twinge of hope. Was Dark saying what Bim thought he was saying? Dark smirked wider, leaning over Bim with taunting intimidation as he raised his eyebrow slightly. He knew this was going to be fun.

'You’re not? Hmm…are you sure about that?’

Bim shivered and gulped as Dark’s face hovered above his, the hands at his stomach began to gently knead the sensitive flesh making him buck and shake…desperately trying to hide how much it tickled him. He failed of course. His loud, bouncy giggles soon took centre stage as Dark smirked above him and Bim realised that Dark had figured it out…but he wasn’t judging him, he didn’t find him strange or abnormal.

'AHAHAHAHA CRAHAHAHAP!!!’

Bim laughed louder and louder as Dark squeezed his sides and the bespectacled man couldn’t be happier. Dark slowed his movement momentarily with a badly hidden snicker.

'I asked you a question Bim, so I therefore expect an answer…’

Dark leant to whisper in Bim’s ear, the latter was shocked at their new proximity but was certainly not about to complain…although he couldn’t deny the pang of terror that passed through him as Dark’s breath fluttered against his neck.

'Are you absolutely sure…that you don’t like this?’

Dark waited patiently as Bim’s brain worked overtime, his need for mercy battled with his love for tickling…and eventually his love won out as Bim shook his head, mouth still administering giggles and yips rapidly. Dark was overjoyed, he growled lowly as he mumbled into Bim’s neck; he made sure his stubble brushed torturously.

'No? Hah…apologies but, I don’t believe you!’

Bim barely had time to inhale before he screamed, echoing and high pitched as Dark dug into his stomach and nuzzled into his neck. The stubble was rough and scratchy, like thousands of sharp bristles working on every nerve ending as Dark laughed melodously; he knew full well what this was doing to Bim, he knew how much he loved it. Not only that, but Bim’s poor belly was attacked from all sides. Dark scratched, kneaded, stroked and ruthlessly tickled every inch he could lay his touch on. He payed special attention to Bim’s navel, which was evident by the owner’s reactions.

'FUHUHUHUHUHUCK NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!’

Bim was in heaven. He could never have imagined such a scenario, I mean c'mon it was Darkiplier for god’s sake! Bim would most likely try to get his head round it all later, since at the moment he could barely think of anything but Dark’s hands and how they currently tortured him wonderfully.

'OHOMYHY GAHAHAHAHAHAD!!!’

'Tickle tickle Bim…’

Dark teased slowly as he fluttered over and inside Bim’s navel for was seemed like an era, but after one more teasing burrow he withdrew. But gradually, from Bim’s belly first and then from his neck. He reared up, shifting gently as Bim’s chest rose and fell sporadically, the sound of his breathing getting back to normal filled the room as Dark looked down at him patiently. Bim’s lips twitched into a nervous smile in response to Dark’s strong gaze, the latter rolled Bim’s shirt down carefully as he spoke.

'So…how are we feeling?’

Bim nibbled his bottom lip, letting himself smile gently without too much fear.

'I’m okay…’

Dark chuckled, shifting off Bim and perching on the bed as he withdrew the smoky tendrils restricting Bim’s arms. Bim brought them close to his body before sitting up and similarly shuffling to the end of the bed. He glanced at Dark nervously who was perched and relaxed as he spoke nochalantly.

'Just okay?’

Dark chuckled again at Bim’s bashful smile, which he noticed showed off his dimples, and Bim fidgeted with his hands. Bim smiled wider as he spoke, words he never thought he’d be able to say.

'I’m uhm…it was good…i-it was really good.’

Bim gasped partially at his own words, Dark looked at him and felt a spark of pity. He couldn’t fathom what it must be like to be ashamed of something you loved and enjoyed, he also felt a prick of anger at the thought of Bim feeling that way; the idea stung him harshly. Dark placed a hand on Bim’s shoulder, which encouraged Bim to look up to him.

'Do not feel shame or guilt for taking pleasure in something that others may not, you should pity them because they are unable to share your joy. You should relish and embrace what you enjoy…’

Bim felt his chest swell with emotion at Dark’s words, because they were all he needed. Often, words like that are just what someone needs…there are just very few people in world with the sense to provide them. Dark had trailed off to let them sink in for Bim, but now he leant a little closer with a smirk.

’…especially given how utterly adorable it makes you.’

Bim’s breath caught in his throat as crimson flooded his cheeks once again, he mentally cursed Dark and his goddamn teasing. Dark’s smirk was unencumbered as it reflected his satisfaction and joy, he rose from the bed and brushed his clothes gently. He ran a hand swiftly through his hair as Bim regained the ability to look back at him, he grinned with the thought that he could get used to that. He clasped his hands behind his back.

'I have to say that I did not expect a scenario such as this to form between us, however…I would like to explore this furthur some time. If you are willing, of course.’

Bim could feel his heart beating faster again, he could think of nothing he’d like more. It was strange, he’d never been especially close to Dark and yet this “thing” had somehow blossomed, whatever it was. Bim’s smile widened, and you’ll be glad to know that it was also unencumbered.

'Uhh…yeah. Yeah I’d um…I’d like that.’

'Good…’

Dark snapped his fingers, making the door click and open fractionally. He rested his hand on the doorknob, ready to leave, until a wide grin took precedence as a quick afterthought came to light.

'I assume you would like the events of this room to stay in this room?’

Bim giggled and shivered simultaneously at Dark’s effortless tease, the ease at which it rolled from him both excited and terrified Bim. He nodded wordlessly making Dark chuckle again before turning and striding away with his usual purpose and suavity.

'Till the next time…Bim.’

And then he was gone, so swiftly and silently as if he was a phantom…but the ghostly tingles that still traipsed over Bim’s tummy assured his existance. Bim hugged his stomach with a wide smile, he was questioning the reality of it all but eventually his pure unadulterated joy convinced him. It happened. It was real, and it wasn’t the end. Oh…it certainly wasn’t.

tell meh if ya like it jfc i love this ship almost as much as driplierst, yeah im trash come fite me scrubs. luv yous xx

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Before I post about any new band or anything like that, lemme go through the bands I’ve done so far and deliver my hot takes in as quick a format as I can. BIG OLE BAND POST BELOW THE CUT!!

Yes: The 70′s period is classic and they released a bunch of really high quality albums during that time. As far as I’m concerned the only bad ones during that time were Tormato and Tales From Topographic Oceans. Drama on the other hand is an underrated gem in their discography and everything after 90125 is bad except for Fly From Here. Emerson Lake and Palmer: First two albums were too unfocused for my taste but Trilogy and Brain Salad Surgery are jams. Other than that, Works Vol. 1 was ambitious and most of the Palmer helmed songs are jams. Everything after that though is a skip for me. Van Derr Graaf Generator: Their 70′s period was really interesting and Peter Hammill had a really unique voice that added a lot of grit to their songs. Lots of jazz fusion elements and even some more bleak lyricism than what a lot of prog was doing at the time. That said, everything after The Quiet Zone/The Pleasure Dome I’d skip.    Porcupine Tree: Emo music for people too self conscious to listen to emo music. I kid, PT is legit. They’ve got a very unique style of like, somber prog rock with acoustic elements that lead to some really good stuff. Signify is the place where they really started strong and then everything they did in the 2000′s was pretty great musically. That said though, I think they really hit their stride conceptually from Deadwing onward. Before that it was a lot of Steven Wilson whining about how being a musician sucks because he has to sell music. Speaking of... Steven Wilson: I honestly wasn’t a big fan of most of his solo work but Hand. Cannot. Erase. is AMAZING!!!! It’s probably my favorite thing Wilson has ever done. Recently though, To The Bone was a really bold release that while I didn’t really like too much of it, I respected the change in style and willingness to experiment.  Opeth: A pretty interesting metal band that really came into their own around Still Life. Depending on who you ask, after still life they either continued to improve on their sound or basically released the equivalent of Still Life 2, 3, 4, and 5 with a 70′s inspired album in the middle of it all. All I’ll say is that of that era of Opeth, Ghost Reveries is my favorite Opeth album with a close second being a tie with Watershed and Blackwater Park. Deliverance I wasn’t too into and Damnation I thought I’d like a lot more than I actually did. After Watershed however came a shift in their sound with Heritage. Basically, zero screaming and a lot more folk oriented. For the most part I think it got worse with each passing title, but there’s gems in all 3 of those albums. The only albums that I’d full on skip are Orchid and Morningrise.  Marilion: This band was something else. They started off playing neo-prog rock but they very quickly abandoned that style for basically anything under the sun from jazz to electronic to soft rock to even pop. This made for a band where I had no clue what to expect. One album I’d really like it but the next one I’d want to skip. The one thing I will say definitively is that the press was unfair to them. Because of the nerdy name (Marillion as in Silmarillion) and neo-prog label, every music outlit at the time wrote them off even though they barely played the music and even though I admittedly didn’t like a lot of their stuff, I can respect that it wasn’t for me and that it would have been for somebody if they were exposed to it. As for me personally, I really like Script For A Jester’s Tear and Clutching at Straws. Other than that, House off marillion.com is probably their best song. It’s one of the few Marillion songs I consistently come back to and it’s just great. The album itself is very lopsided but that song almost makes up for all of it.  IQ: Holy shit I’d been sleeping on these guys! Whereas Marillion was slagged for being neo-prog, IQ actually played the shit and more often than not it fucking SLAPPED! If you like synths and you like prog you’ll LOVE IQ. My favorite album is probably The Wake but honestly, aside from 2 albums they did with a different vocalist, it’s all pretty damn good!  Godspeed You! Black Emperor: Their music was very intense. That’s the one word I’d describe it with. Either intense death feelings like their first album or intense emotional highs on Lift Yr Skinny Fists, Godspeed never went halfway with anything. And even though at the worst of times it ended up in them basically being the generic idea of what an “artsy band” sounds like, I admire the hell out of them for their willingness to experiment. Luciferian Towers is probably my favorite because it’s their most accessible and most raw they’ve ever been at the same time and it sounds great.  Mogwai: A little more my speed when it came to post rock. I really liked the experimentation with electronic elements and even stuff like singing in their earlier stuff. They experimented a lot like Godspeed, but also always kept an ambient core to their sound that really worked! My favorite albums are Mr Beast and Hardcore Will Never Die, But You Will. Silver Mt Zion: I don’t know how they did it but members of Godspeed You! Black Emperor made music that was way too much for me. And when it wasn’t too much for me there was too much folksy stuff for my taste to really get into it. They’ve got a couple albums later on that are pretty tight like Kollaps Tradixionales but other than that it was too much. Dream Theater: A band that sometimes wrote really good music but could rarely carry a whole album. Unless it’s Metropolis 2 or the second part of Six Degrees of Inner Turbulence, I only kept individual songs from different albums after that. Anything other than that I skipped. Helloween: Just some good ass power metal! They found a formula early on and really stuck with it and aside from a few detours into both a pop and a darker direction respectively, most of their albums give you that straight to the face, European style power metal with all the yells and guitar solos that could warrant. If you like your music like you like macaroni, that is to say cheesy and fucking awesome, Helloween is your friend. My favorite album personally is Better Than Raw but a good rule of thumb is if its got a cool album cover, it’s a good Helloween album.  Explosions in the Sky: These guys pioneered the style of cinematic, cathartic post rock that nearly every new band in the post rock scene has tried and failed to ape since. What they lack in experimentation they more than make up for in consistency and if their style of post rock is something you need they’re more than willing to provide it. My favorite album is predictably The Earth Is Not A Cold Dead Place because Your Hand In Mine just feels like a song that was playing while the universe was being born. If you believe in god, they definitely have Your Hand In Mine on their playlist. It has the scope of a song that has existed since time immemorial and for that alone I’m willing to overlook the fact that there wasn’t much innovation after it because where do you go when you have ostensibly conquered the genre you helped create?     

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