due to moonbins passing I will not be completing any fic requests for a while.
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jinjin saying that astro is like a nest or a home for the members and no matter how far they venture into individual goals or activities they always come back because to them no other place is more comfortable than a place where the six of them are together 😭
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I don’t think we talk about impulse’s season 8 lore enough like he’s the canon heir to the Charlie (from the chocolate factory. You know the one) business but from a character perspective it’s not really a choice he makes actively. Being a candy factory owner is just sort of something that happens to him. Edible crystals appear in his inventory, he eats them, gets hooked on them, and then his factory owner clothing just like appears on him. He seems kind of confused by this but not enough to actually do anything about it. Absolutely mystifying type of man
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Okay.
As much as I love feral Satan, who lets his instincts run wild and growls, bites and everything else… his soft side is so fuckin’ cute.
The Satan that stares at you in confusion as you tend to a small cut on his hand he’d received on one of his rampages, unbothered by the mess around the two of you and concerned solely with him. How he doesn’t quite know why his chest feels so warm and tight as he looks at your gentle, concerned expression.
Satan, who doesn’t understand why he feels so weightless with you, why his heart flutters and why he wants to hold you so gently, as if cradling something precious.
Satan, whose anger fades just from your presence alone, overtaken with feelings he’s never experienced, that baffle him entirely but he can’t get enough.
Satan, who desperately throws himself into research just to understand you a little more, to put a name on how he feels about you— who’s just as afraid of his own feelings as he is elated by them.
Satan, who worries you’ll be frightened of him if his temper rises, but you never are, even when he tells you that you should be.
Satan, who lays beside you, watching your sleeping face and utterly baffled that you trust him so completely to allow him to see you in such a vulnerable state… who knows deep down he’ll protect you forever.
Satan, who fumbles each time he tries to explain any of this to you, whose face becomes adorably reddened with each failed attempt.
Satan, who realizes that you’ve accepted him entirely, his every fault, his everything, before he had even come close to accepting himself. Who loves you more than he could ever put to words, or that he could ever really comprehend.
Just him. You know? Ahh, just helping him come to terms with everything he doesn’t know, to grow and understand. Helping him, in the end, to love.
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You told us that we’re the light to you and you can’t shine without us, but I hope you found that your words have always applied to you. You’re our moon who finally met the star, and I sincerely hope you found the peace and happiness you were searching for. Thank you for the time you gave us, and please continue being the glow that ignites our paths as we walk down this dreary road.
You will always be the brightest light, Moon Bin.
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Sometimes a friend group is three middle aged arizonan dads and the random british man they packbonded with
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