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He's doing it again... Come check my vitals..

seokjin in black… chef’s kiss

drink up.

no, i swear, it's water.

why would i ever

poison you

see? I'm drinking mine too

not a drop left in my glass

see?

you're tiring, you know that?

it's exhausting to constantly write about you

i hope you find solace

in the glass

at least yours will taste like mint

and alcohol

your favourite flavours.

mine tasted like my tears

and a bit bitter

too.

it's a weird aftertaste.

i wonder what socrates'

tasted like.

and what they burried him with

he never wrote anything,

anyway.

so what did he journey

hades with?

he couldn't have gone

empty handed.

that's not good manners

you taught me that.

here, take this paper

write down your name

or your favourtie colour

you don't have one, i know

but you can write down

any

colour

i don't know your handwriting

isn't that sad?

how do your r's curl

and your t's cross?

mine is a carbon copy of hers

i say that cause i know

you don't know mine

either

like you don't know

your favourite colour

or mine

or how the drink tasted

it takes years to brew,

you know

it takes years to reach this point

i hope you never

reach it

like you never reach me

like you never know

your favourite colour

or mine

come on, write down

your name

or how good your drink was

or that you love me

or don't

you know i never say it back

i need to learn

your handwriting

to see it now and know it's yours

write something down

on the paper

please

they need to have something

to burry us with

before the drinks kick in.

handwriting

𝙘𝙤𝙥𝙮𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 © 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟮 𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙪𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙧𝙭𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙤𝙤𝙣

𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙙

now who’s paying for my therapist🥹

One Last Dance

Chan x reader

Summary: he meets you in your dreams to dance with you one last time before he moves on to wait on the other side for you.

Notes: paranormal, sad topic, grief, soft and fluffy moment, honestly just super cute but also sad.

Word Count: 2205

“Are you sure you’ll be okay tonight?” Felix asks, standing in the doorway of our, my home. Concern shows on his face that screams he will stay if I show any sign of not being okay alone. 

I give him a small smile of reassurance, “yes chickie, I will be just fine. I’ve lived alone before I can handle it.”

He steps closer to place a hand on my shoulder, “that was four years ago. It’s only been three days, are you sure?”

I chuckle and feel warmth in my heart at the care I can feel suffocating me in the most perfect of ways. “I know, but I promise. I need to heal on my own, I’ve spent the last three days healing with you all. I am so thankful for you guys, but I can handle it on my own too. I’ll call you if I can’t or need a hug, okay?”

Felix sighs before pulling my smaller body into a bone crushing hug that we both need even if we’ve shared a million over the last few days. He has been my rock this whole time, they all have. I wouldn’t be smiling if it weren’t for them. “I know he is so proud of you right now, I am too.”

His words cause tears to fill my eyes, the ache in my heart will probably be there for the rest of my life. That’s what happens when you lose the love of your life suddenly and unexpectedly. What I would do to make sure nothing happened to my Chan. While hugging Felix I can see my wedding ring sparkling in the light making a smile appear on my face as I remember our big day. Especially our day to the song he wrote for me followed by the one I wrote for him.

We didn’t write our own vows, instead we wrote our own songs to listen to for the rest of our lives. I didn’t know I wouldn’t be able to live out my life with him. But I couldn’t be more grateful for the years I had him by my side.

“Seriously, call any of us if you need us. Or even drive over, you still have the keys right?” Felix says pulling away from the hug and pulling me out of my mind. 

I lean over to the table by the entrance and grab my keys to dangle them in front of us, “right here, I never forget them.”

His smile brightens before he pulls me into another quick hug, “I love you.”

“I love you too, now get home safe, eat well, and call me if you need me too. Oh tell the others that too please.” I say while ushering him out of the house before we spend hours hugging and saying sweet words. Our friendship has always been the strongest out of all the members, we never knew why. Until now, we both were exactly what the other needed during the grieving process.

He laughs while walking out the door and quickly turning the walk backwards while saluting me. “Yes ma’am.” He calls back before he makes it to the car waiting for him and I close the door locking it.

I sigh at the silence I hear within the empty house, remembering that it belongs to only me now. I slowly make my way to the kitchen to make a comforting cup of hot chocolate to help me sleep. Chan used to make them for me every time I dealt with my insomnia, he would always make sure it wasn’t too hot before he gave it to me and even then still remind me that it might be hot. Sometimes he wouldn’t give it to me until it cooled off for a few minutes and spent that time showing me the music he worked on.

With the warm cup in my hands I make my way to our room, and set the cup down on my bedside table to cool down while I change into clean sleepwear. Instead of walking to my closet I go to his and grab my favorite hoodie of his to sleep in. His smell swarms around me and creates a blanket of peace that reminds me of the love he always gave me and kept giving me. He never thought he could love me enough, so he showed me in every way possible. I always did the same, we were the couple full of love and happiness. The guys always told us to get a room even though we were just cuddling on the couch in the studio.

Chan would always laugh with his cute little chuckle that made my heart flutter and pull me in closer saying “this is a room.” I would laugh and hide my face in his chest which he would then kiss my head and the boys would groan but secretly they loved seeing us both so happy.

Laying in our bed I move to the center to smell him enough but not take his place and sip on my hot chocolate while daydreaming about all of our happy moments. A small smile never left my face, he was and will always be my happiness even if he isn’t here anymore.

I set the empty mug on my bedside table and turn off the lights before snuggling into our blankets and his hoodie. I fall asleep to the smell of him and our memoirists floating through my brain.

“Baby come here please.” Chan’s voice calls out through the house causing me to turn away from my mirror. I catch a glimpse of the dress I’m in and how I look. The dress is his favorite one I ever wore, a dark red that reached the ground with a slit up the left to show my left leg. The dress hugged my waist, and only slightly tapered out but not too much. It flowed with the wind of my movements perfect but not too much that I had to worry the slit would show too much. 

My hair was exactly how he always loved, brushed out curls that were airy enough for him to run his fingers through and not ruin the curls. He would always ask for me to do my hair like that saying “you look like a goddess all the time but I swear my eyes feel unworthy of seeing you like this.” I would just slightly hit his chest while laughing and calling him a dork but my dork. 

“I’m coming love!” I yell back out to him before turning back to the mirror to make sure I look perfect for him. We would do this occasionally. Dress up our best to just dance around our house. It was a way to keep our love alive when he worked so much as an idol, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. My black heels click against the floors letting him know I’m on my way to him.

The music starts playing, our favorite songs to dance to but this one catches my attention. Ghost of You but 5 Seconds of Summer plays through the air rather than our speakers, letting me hear it perfectly no matter where I am. A smile takes over my face, one that shows slight sadness but full of love and adoration. When I walk into the room his eyes are on me, and only me.

While mine look over him entirely, looking at every detail of him and the attire he is wearing. My absolute favorite. Black slacks, black belt, black shoes, and a black button up. All black, but the tiny detail of his dark red nails catches my attention. I’m matching him with my heels and he’s matching me with his nails. His button up and left open over his chest, letting me see his skin and muscles. He knows I would have unbuttoned them while dancing either way, skin to skin is my love language.

His right hand extends towards me, while his face shows a grateful and sorrowful smile. Without thinking I grab his hand with my left and let him pull me into a dance in our bare living room. We would push our furniture out of the way when we had these nights to give us all the space we needed. Now the house was bare giving us room in every space of our house to dance around.

“Hi my baby.” Chan says pulling me close with an arm around my lower back to press my body against his while the other places my left hand on his back under his arm so he can place his hand in the side on my face and neck. He moves my head to let our eyes lock so they never break contact. My right hand holds onto his shoulder gripping him for dear life.

“Hi honey.” I smile back at him letting us both fall into the dance that we also do, one that we don’t even have to think about because we are so insync. 

He leans his forehead against mine while keeping our eyes connected, “I just wanted one last dance with you my love.” At his words a sigh breaks through my body allowing me to sink into the moment entirely. Everything else doesn’t matter besides this last moment together, even if it is just a dream. I lean into him more as we move around.

In each room we whisper our favorite memories together that took place there. In the kitchen my favorite memory was when I woke up after a long night of depression that he helped me through. I went into the kitchen and saw him cooking my favorite breakfast. I watched him from the doorway until he finally had enough of the distance and walked over to me only to tug me along and place me behind him so I could hug his back while he finished. 

In the dining room his favorite memory was when I walked into the room wearing my onesie, the one that resembles my favorite animal. He couldn’t stop laughing but only thinking about how absolutely adorable I was. He took off to our room and left me standing there confused until he came back in a onesie of his own. That night we had dinner in our onesies while looking up fun facts about the animals. 

In the living room we both agreed our dancing dates were our favorite memories until I remembered him freaking out and hiding behind me while we watched a scary movie. “I remember telling you ‘I’m supposed to be the one hiding behind you.’ And you just said ‘well not tonight baby hold me.’ You were so cute while scared, I still have that picture in my favorites album.”

“Next time you decide to watch a scary movie look at that picture and remember you were brave enough to hold your husband instead.” We laughed together before dancing our way into our bedroom.

We both sighed together remembering our memories here, the fun nights, the sad nights, the hard nights, and the happy nights. His favorite memory was the night I learned I couldn’t have children.

“How could that possibly be your favorite memory?” I asked pulling away only slight to give him all of my attention.

He chuckles at my response while moving his hand through my hair. “Because baby, we didn’t care. We still tried and still had hope. It showed me how strong you were, that nothing could hold you back. You would stop at nothing to get what you wanted. You consoled me that night even if the news was telling you your body wasn’t strong enough. I remember you saying ‘my body isn’t weak, it’s too strong. Our baby would just be too strong for this world and the world can’t handle that. But we can prove them wrong.’ And then you jumped my bones.” He laughs pulling me closer while I look at him with shock.

“I did not jump your bones.” I say in defense but also laughing along with him knowing I definitely did jump his bones. He just didn’t have to say it that way.

He pulls me into a hug so that our heads are buried into each other's shoulders. Letting us both embrace our final moments together. “If that’s what you want to believe baby.”

Before I knew it we had danced around the entire house multiple times and listened to many songs, even our own. Now he pulls away from me while You Are The Reason by Calum Scott plays. He stands in front of me holding my hands. “Never forget that I have loved you and always will love you with my entire heart. I’ll never be gone, I’ll always watch over you and make sure you stay happy. That’s a promise. If you ever miss me just know I’m around and I hear you, okay baby?” 

We both cry together while he pulls me into one last hug. When he pulls away he gets down on his knees and kisses my stomach before I wake up in confusion.

such a look

Fucking bastard =3=

Hey just wanna say your art is absolutely delicious õwõ and you are such a sweet, kind, and amazing person. Keep it up Soldier. <3

I KNOW THIS IS U @hero4good TRY AGAIN. thanks for the compliments tho, that's greatly appreciated ;)

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HIII HI HIII HI!!!!!!1!!1!1!

(I have so much energy rn)

HI TOMIIII🩷🩷🩷🩷 i have sm energy rn too i wanna yap

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Art Dump

@tmnt-th1ngs' OC, Libby ^^

@ purple_.spider's OC, Yunmei, on TikTok

@cin3maa's turtlesona | @ melonmelibu's OC, Amelia, on TikTok

HELP. I made these and so many more tinier doodles last night and all throughout today. I'm so done (watch me post art like, 2 or 3 days from now LMAO)

ANYWAY, I really like some of these, and really hate some of these. But I did not spend probably over 10 hours on whiteboards, drawing, just to not post most of them. So this post now exists.

I wanna nap, it's past 1 AM

time loop fans when it happens again

Lakshmi: I see you as a friend Guardian-

YW: AND I SEE YOU AS A B*TCH-

*RELOADS SHOTGUN WITH MALICIOUS INTENT*

Bonus gif found on my friend's Discord server:

Another one. Indigo art collector and critic teetering on the edge of an existential crisis.

me when people say they need to see more weird gays but then scream at people who go "i'm nonbinary but i don't use they/them"

not me, just an example. i'm in the tags idfk

"We Need More Weird Gays!"

We're out here. We just don't tell you that we are because we know you won't accept us.

Neopronouns. It/its users. Xenogenders. Voidpunk. People who are Nonbinary. People who's identities are tied to health conditions. Intersex people. Anyone who doesn't pass. Anyone who doesn't want to pass. Acespec people. Arospec people. Queerplatonic relationships. Polyamory.

Seeing Gen Zs and Millennials around me, those in the same age groups as me, having whole oak trees shoved up their asses about labels and attraction that doesn't effect them and doesn't hurt anybody is just.. Woag.