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[FANCAM] 140419 Live on Earth Chicago Attack B.A.P - Body & Soul by theultimatedodo

2:44: The souls left bodies of BABYz
3:04: Daehyun scattered their souls into a hot mess

had to take a quick break from commissions/requests to sketch out a rough design for a new d&d character for a campaign my friend is dm’ing for his birthday! he suggested the concept to me because i am, in fact, a bird person (a pigeon whisperer) so this dude is a weird kind of odin. can you tell i kind of based his design off the vagabond, lol

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#55- I fell in love with my best friend

Authors Note: I have been wanting to write this for a little bit now, and finally my idea can just be thrown into a requested blurb. Xx

You stand staring into the depths of the mirror in front of you, your hair curled immaculately, your earrings corresponding beautifully with your necklace, your eyes shining a radiant shade, your dream wedding dress caressing your body in a comprehensive fashion; your veil dangling over your shoulders— trailing to the floor, combining the sovereign appearance.

You turn around, your mind overlooking your bridesmaids as they adjust the trail of your embroidered dress and veil, complimenting you through their own tears of happiness.

Every girl dreams of their wedding from the moment they notice their first wedding dress flawlessly posted in a magazine, or from the first moment they lay their eyes on a stunning bride as she looks charmingly at her husband.

You take a deep breath trying your best to fake a smile but the unsettling swirl in the pit of your stomach doesn’t make things peaceful. Your Father steps in, his eyes meeting yours as holds back a few tears, his voice suddenly making things real.

This is actually your wedding day. This is real. You are getting married.

“I wish I could keep you, my little girl, forever, but it is time for you to walk down that aisle.” He smiles, your Bridesmaids instantly circling around you, waiting for your cue to adjust your dress for the hundredth time.  

“I uh.. I need some more time.” You clear your throat, your own hands feeling shaky as you hold your lovely bouquet in your hands, the bouquet that your soon-to-be mother-in-law insisted on you holding. Your Dad nods and steps back out of the dressing room, your eyes looking down at the engagement ring on your finger.

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Could Bran be the third Dragon rider?

There’s a prophecy in the book series (yes, another prophecy - I like prophecies, blame Buffy). In Dany’s vision in the House of the Undying, she actually sees her brother Rhaegar and he says, 

“The dragon has three heads." 

Many have taken this to mean, three dragons and three riders. I briefly touched on this in my post introducing Dany’s dragons - one of the theories was that, Tyrion is a Targaryen and he’d be riding Viserion.

But minus that storyline being absolutely huge (plus already done with Jon/Aegon) and probably too much for the final series. 

Viserion is now an Ice Dragon. It wouldn’t make sense for Tyrion to ride him now. He has zero ties with Ice.

But I can think of two people who do have ties with Ice. Jon/Aegon (I don’t know what to call him now) and Bran Stark.

One of which, we know can warg into other people and animals. What’s to say when the previous Three-Eyed Raven said this:

“You’ll never walk again, but you will fly.”

That he didn’t mean Bran would be the third rider? He didn’t say anything about him physically riding anything, just that he’d fly.

Makes sense, right? It’d be a nice link up between Ice and Fire:

  • Daenerys Targaryen - Fire
  • Jon Now/Aegon Targaryen - Ice and Fire
  • Bran Stark - Ice

Maybe this is how we win.

I just want Seamus Finnigan using actual Irish slang in fic instead of speaking like a leprechaun

give me Seamus saying ‘howya’ to everyone in the corridors and talking in a thick Dublin accent

give me Seamus responding to every ‘how are you’ with ‘Ah grand, sure’

give me Seamus telling Harry he’s being ‘absolutely minus craic’ when he’s being angsty

give me Seamus telling the lads he’s absolutely fucked after a game of Quidditch and then getting hammered in the common room after

give me Seamus asking girls for the shift and then winking when they don’t know what he means

Seamus who misses his home and his culture more than he ever thought he would and self-teaches Irish in secret 

Seamus who knows Irish history inside out and will fight like a dog if anyone insults his country

Seamus who teaches Dean little bits of Irish slang and brings him home every summer to meet the (very extended) family

Seamus who is actually an Irishman and proud and not just some stereotype who fucks up a lot and explodes things

GOT7 Reaction To You Having A Small Chest.

A/N: sorry this took SOOOoooOOooOoOOOOOOoooo long to get out But hope you enjoy~! Kinda wrote it like a scenario type deal and some will be sexual! ill put a label to which ones are if you’re not okay with that. Enjoy~


Sighing deeply as you look at yourself in the bathroom mirror you hear a group of girls passes by. Glancing as they walk by, you couldn’t help but look at the way their bathing suits fit perfectly around their larger breast. Visibly frowning you cup your smaller chest and try to adjust to make them seem fuller. Without much to move around you sigh one last time before settling with just putting on a spare shirt you brought with you to the waterpark. 

“Jackson!” you call out as you run towards your waiting boyfriend. As you approach you watch his smile drop to a concerned look.

“what?” you ask confused.

“ Why are you wearing my old ugly shirt instead of the cute bathing suit you were excited to show me?” He frowns at you, clearly excited to see his girlfriend in something more revealing. 

“ah.. well..” you rub your elbow as another group of girls walk by. Jackson catches your eyes as you side glance the plump chested girl. Realizing what the problem was, Jackson grabs you by the shoulders and pulls you close to look you in the eyes. 

“Y/N is it your chest?” Blushing red at his words he continues. 

“Your chest is just as amazing! don’t let other girl’s confidence bring you down! I like you, all of you just the way you are~!” he flashes you a small cute smile that brings the corner of your lips up. 

“ Okay. I’ll change” You say hugging your supportive boyfriend tightly before running back into the dressing rooms. 


Laughter filled the room as you lay shoulder to shoulder with you Boyfriend Youngjae who has Coco laying on his chest. 

“ Coco! kisses Coco~!” Youngjae says puckering his lips towards the dog who turns away and gets up to walk across to your chest. After making the journey, Coco settles herself right on your mounds without troubles at all. 

“ Wow, Coco.. just step on my boobs why don’t you!” You scoff playfully 

“Well, there isn’t much in the way!” Youngjae adds laughing not realizing what he said. Upset, you sit up pushing Coco away and pouting at your still laughing boyfriend 

“I know they are small… but there is something there..” You quietly say cupping your breast. 

“ Oh no! No, i didn’t mean it like that Y/N.. If it makes you feel any better, mine are small too..” He jokes cupping his chest to mimic your move. Not being able to hold back a laugh, you hit his shoulder lightly before laying back down. 

“ I like small things, Coco, Bunnies, Your boobs.. I like them all.” He adds on causing you to blush and hit him lightly again before attacking him with kisses.



 Your breath hitches as you feel Jr’s soft lips place hard kisses onto your jawline and neck leaving behind very vivid love bites. Your eyes shoot open as you feel him slowly lower his mouth to your bra covered chest. You adjust slightly to move his hand from your breast to your side. 

“Babe?” Jr asks noticing you adjust uncomfortably. 

“ it’s nothing.” You try to push aside, but once his hand moves once again to the valley between your mounds you shift this time very noticeable to your boyfriend. 

“Whats wrong?” He asks sitting up to look at you fully. 

“ I’m just. Self-conscious of..” your voice drifts as you move your hands up to cover your chest from his view. 

Smiling to himself after realizing what the problem was Jr places a soft kiss on your cheek. 

“You don’t understand how beautiful you are to me and how your body makes me feel,” Jr says looking into your eyes. 

Blushing you look away still covering yourself. Your face turns back towards Jr’s as you feel his strong hand grip your wrist and move it to his lower half, making you cup his hard on. 

“You did this to me, all of you.” He says before kissing your now exposed chest and smiling at you. 


“ I can’t possibly wear this…” You say out loud as you check yourself out in the dressing room mirror. 

“What was that?” You hear Mark as on the other side of the door. 

Tonight was a Got7 anniversary dinner with the whole group, important officials, and even JYP himself and Mark got permission to finally introduce you to everyone as his girlfriend. Because of the significance of tonight, Mark chose a very formal two piece dress that was long flowy with jewelry handstitched in just the right places. The dress itself was absolutely beautiful, Minus the fact that your small chest did no justice to the key hole cut of the top. 

knocking on the door you step away from the mirror to reveal the dress to your awaiting boyfriend. 

“Y/N you look amazing!” Mark expresses his excitement clear as day, but his smile drops as he sees you frowning. 

“Mark i can’t wear this.. i don’t have enough of this to make it look good.” You say motioning towards your chest. 

“Are you kidding me? You look amazing! everyone will have their eyes on you, Not sure if i want that actually..” Mark jokes trying to lift your spirits, but sadly it does nothing for you. Noticing that you’re still upset Mark makes his way towards you pulling you close. Looking down you rest your head on his chest still silently contemplating. 

“Please babe.. Just one night.. for me?” Hearing a slight pitch change in his voice you look up to be greeted by a big pouty lip and puppy dog eyes that melt your heart.

“fine… just one night..” You give in as he attacksyour face with love felt kisses. 



“I’ll be right back I just gotta change my shirt. Wait here!” You say as you quickly make way to your room as JB takes a seat at your dining room table that faces your room door. After checking his any social media updates, JB rests his head on the table glancing around still waiting for you to come out of your room. 

The slight thud of a drawer closing brings JB’s attention towards your bedroom door that was slightly ajar. Noticing this JB slightly looks at the bit the door revealed of your room till your figure popped into view. Shocked JB looks away as you lift your shirts over your head. Shifting his glances JB takes a peek at the ajar door once more to see your shirtless form as you reach behind to take off our bra.

“You said you just had to change your shirt.,” JB says to himself as he looks away slightly, but looks back up. turning around so that you front faced the door still unaware of the slight opening you stretch revealing you chest fully to JB who stares without realizing he was. relaxing after your long stretch you look up to see that you left your door open, upon walking towards it to close it you catch JB’s red face staring at you shocked. Blushing red you slam the door knocking him out of his trance. 

After a bit, you suck up your nervous and walk out to JB who stayed still in the same spot. 

“Don’t say a word..” You say as tap his shoulder to let him know you are ready.

“ I.. wont.. but they are cute..” JB adds making you blush a deeper red. 


“Ohhh! I like that dress!” You say pointing towards the page on the fashion magazine you and your boyfriend Bambam were looking at together. 

“Ehh, I don’t like how pink it is,” Bambam adds.

“Says the one that owns hot pink boots” You laugh rolling your eyes as Bambam turns the page. 

Resting your eyes on the next page you feel your cheeks heat up as a very sexy model with a large chest poses for a lingerie ad. 

“Whoa! now that’s sexy!” Bambam says after he finally looked at the page. 

“ I mean yeah.. it’s just because of her chest..” You pout cupping your smaller breast.

“ Well yeah! they are huge! look at them!” Your boyfriend adds on, not noticing how you are cupping yours in jealousy. 

“ Yeah. I see them.. kinda hard to miss” You add sulking. Noticing your tone Bambam looks over at you finally noticing you holding you smaller boobs. 

“I mean they are big, but nothing is wrong with cute small breast right babe?” Bambam says pulling you close and cupping your hand that covered your chest. 

“Yah!” You jump blushing brighter causing Bambam to laugh. 

“ I like all size boobs, but yours are my favorite.” was the last thing you hear come from him before he attacks you with hugs. 

Yugeyom :

“I can fit like two oranges in your bra!” Jackson laughs holding up your bra completely ignoring the fact that he was here to help you with your laundry. 

“Jackson! I told you ill do my own underwear!” You shout trying to pry your bra from you best friends hands trying to quiet him down since the boys are in the other room.

“wait I think we actually have two oranges!” Jackson ignores your protest and runs into the kitchen with your bra. 

“ WANG JACKSON!” You scream chasing him down, running into your boyfriend Yugyeom on the way. 

“Whoa why the screaming?” He asks holding down your angry body from attacking his band mate.

“Jackson has.. my…” Before you finish a gasp leaves your throat as you see Jackson turn the corner with your bra on and two oranges filling the cups. 

wondering what you were gasping about, Yugyeom turns around and tries to contain a sudden laughter. With your bra on Jackson starts to do terrible girl dance moves as he laughs. 

“ Your boobs are literally the size of two oranges.” Jackson laughs 

noticing that you don’t think it funny anymore Yugyeom throws his arm around your shoulder and walks you over to Jackson. Hitting Jackson and taking your bra back, he hands it to you with a smile.

“ Nothing is wrong with small boobs babe, yours are perfect.” He says smirking at your sudden blush. 


Spring (Sanha, Astro)

Some Sanha fuzziness because this boy is wonderful. 

@junventeen You knew this was coming and now it’s here. I don’t know what I just did, but here~

Sanha is spring. Bright, refreshing, sweet. His existence danced on the periphery of my vision as we matured from unruly 1st graders, to awkward adolescents, to relatively stable young adults. He was always nice, albeit rather energetic, and high school suits him remarkably well.
Spring suits him remarkably well. His hair is tousled by gentle rain and sweet sunlight, and the army green jacket hanging off his gangly frame compliments his dusty red hair. Light wash denim fits snuggly against his lanky legs and white sneakers hug his feet.
I haven’t even stepped inside of the café yet. My feet are rooted to the ground outside of the quaint coffee shop and the insistent patter of rain against my skin barely distorts my focus on the boy inside.
Yoon Sanha is perched upon a stool on the stage, boyish features chiseled into a surprising mask of soul and masculinity, as he strums the guitar perched upon his lap.
His pull is magnetic. I wince when my sneakers squeak wetly against the shiny wood, but none of the other patrons spare me a glance. They are too immersed in conversations or Belgian waffles or their cell phones. But Sanha, he is immersed in his music. He applies pressure to the strings and sweet sounds reverberate throughout the café.
I am immersed in Sanha.
I order a dismal cup of black tea, only glancing away from Sanha to speak with the perky barista.
My body moves automatically toward a corner table, several tables away from Sanha.
He’s captivating, Lips twisted in concentration, brow furrowed in thought.
And then he starts to sing. Sanha’s voice is spring. Cool dew biting at your ankles as you forge a path through thriving grass, butterfly wings, the sun guiding you down the sidewalk.
If he wasn’t so hypnotic, I might be surprised that he’s singing in a café instead of running like a maniac on the rugby field. But he’s here and I’m enamored.
I sip somberly on my tea, eyelids fluttering shut.
I don’t even realize when his melodic voice has faded away until it’s too late.
“What are you doing here?” The inquiry is open and not threatening, but I jump out of my seat and stand rigidly on my feet, wide eyes and red cheeks.
He towers over me, but Sanha is void of any intimidation. He looks like a puppy, warm eyes brazen with curiosity, the edges of his lips turned upward ever so slightly.
“I-I just, um, well like this café a-and didn’t know you were gonna be, uh, here, but oh look you are! Great seeing you, Sanha, I’ll catch you later!” I stumble and squeak, ducking my head and grappling for my purse so that I can run.
He catches my wrist with his warm fingers, smooth from hours against guitar strings.
My eyes widen a little more, burning a hole through where his hand is wrapped around my wrist.
“Hey,” His tone is a murmur, almost, I note incredulously, bashful.
I allow myself to look up at him. Pink dusts Sanha’s cheeks.
“Don’t go yet.” He releases my hand and I fight the stab of disappointment in my chest.
I open my mouth and shut it before a slow “Okay.”
My butt falls to a chair and he slides in across from me.
“So…what did you think?” He piques shyly, glancing up at me through a fray of dark lashes.
I inhale sharply. “It was so amazing that I can’t think properly.”
He beams, and it makes the room a little brighter. “Really?”
I nod, because it’s the absolute truth. Minus the part where I imagine kissing his cheek.
“That was…unexpected. But it really blew me away. You’re incredible, Sanha.” My nerves and filters fly out the window when he reaches across the table to intertwine our fingers.
“You’re hands are cold.” His voice is underwater because all I can think about is how he’s stroking my palm with his thumb and it sends tingles to my toes.
After a moment, “Thank you. I’m glad you liked it.” His face is twisted in momentary agony, as if in brief but intense conflict with himself.
“What?” I ask gently.
Sanha’s gaze drops to our intertwined fingers. It doesn’t burn, but the warmth makes my skin buzz pleasantly. “Moonbin hyung told me that I do best when I channel, um, real emotion into my music.”
I followed the conversation in my head like a map. This was a confession.
“I thought about you. I guess it worked.”
A shy smile spreads across my lips and I find his eyes through a pleasant haze of blushing and butterflies.
“I guess it did.”
Sanha walks me home. Fingers interlaced, leisurely steps, bashful side glances.
There’s a cherry blossom tree and he stops to place one behind my ear. He smiles softly.
I put a flower behind his ear and mimic, “Pretty.”
He laughs and it’s pleasant and wholesome and sunny. “Tell me something.”
“What’s your favorite season?”

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The Right Equation

Title: The Right Equation
Pairing: Baekyeol
Genre: fluff/drabble
Rating: PG
Word Count: 650

Chanyeol prided himself at being good at math, however the math equation at hand had him stumped. 

Baekhyun equaled silly disney quotes. But Baekhyun also equaled Axe cologne and Baekhyun plus a little bit of alcohol equaled a very handsy, extremely flustered male with dazzling eyes and a bewitching smile. Baekhyun added to a laptop became a competitive teenager who managed to kick Chanyeol’s ass at video games and Baekhyun minus sleep was a grumpy, eighty year old man who snapped at everything. Baekhyun times schoolwork equaled straight As and teachers pet and Baekhyun divided by parents was a sobbing child, trying to please everyone.

If you added a pinch of sugar and caffiene to Baekhyun he became a hyperactive child, bouncing around giggling and Baekhyun in addition to tuxedos equaled a male model complete with eyeliner and just the smallest tinge of lip gloss on those plump pink lips. 

But most importantly Baekhyun plus Chanyeol equaled Chanyeol plus an increase in heartrate and a million little thumps in his heart that made him wonder if he drank too much coffee. Baekhyun minus Chanyeol equaled a mopey Chanyeol who lay flacid on the couch until a certain Byun Baek came back home and jumped on him. Baekhyun multiplied by Chanyeol equaled holding hands and sweet dates at the movie theatre and Baekhyun times Chanyeol plus a little bit of alcohol equaled rough but sweet love making and bed squeaking and the headboard knocking against the wall (plus a hint of the neighbors complaining). 

Chanyeol plus Baekhyun equaled a pissed off Kyungsoo and Chanyeol plus Baekhyun equaled gentle kisses on the forehead and on the eyelids and on both cheeks. Chanyeol multiplied by a sleepy Baekhyun equaled cuddling and spooning and a fraction of a teddy bear. Chanyeol divided by Baekhyun equaled a ruddy faced giant, tears dripping down faces with a remainder of a swollen eyed Baekhyun. 

But what Chanyeol wanted to know was what was Chanyeol minus Baekhyun? What was Chanyeol minus all those silly Disney quotes that Baekhyun sprouted from time to time and what would Chanyeol be if you took away those dazzling eyes and that bewitching smile? What would Chanyeol be equal to by himself because as far as Chanyeol could tell, no matter which equation he was part of he was never alone because the equation only made sense when Baekhyun was a part of it too. 

Chanyeol was still figuring out the equation |Chanyeol-Baekhyun= x | when Baekhyun came home later that evening after classes and when Baekhyun leaned over the giants shoulders to see what he was writing. The younger one laughed and Chanyeol made a note on top of all the work he was doing because he had forgotten, |Baekhyun = gentle laughter| which just evoked more giggles from the said male. 

“Chanyeol,” the older male said quietly, taking the note paper which Chanyeol had been working diligently on for the past hour and ripping it into tiny shreds. Chanyeol stared at him, his jaw dropping in horror. “Chanyeol minus Baekhyun would equal absolutely nothing because that equation doesn’t exist. Its just like how you can never divide anything by zero, silly. But if you must know, Chanyeol equals large ears and heartfelt laugher; Chanyeol equals a cuddle monster and the best pancake maker, the best kimchi buyer and the sweetest boyfriend. Chanyeol added to a silly Baekhyun equals the best couple and love that lasts forever and Baekhyun times Chanyeol equals a future of happiness. Does that make sense or should I write it down for you?”

Baekhyun smothered another round of giggles as Chanyeol scrunched up his face thinking it all over. Finally he relaxed his face, letting a wild grin take over, his eyes occasionally twitching in happiness. He wrapped an arm around the elder’s waist before whispering in his ear, “So does that mean Baekhyun plus Chanyeol equals I love you?”

Baekhyun nodded solemnly.