Prompt Answer Originally Posted On Twitter May 2, 2023.

10 / there's something inside me.

Khun is learning with Bam how to hoard powers

Prompt answer originally posted on Twitter Aug 20, 2022.

Recipient: @khunviolegrace

Summary: Bam finds great comfort in Khun's scent.

Bam shut the door and covered his mouth when he yawned despite no one else being in the room. He started getting ready for bed with only the sound of his breathing and clothes ruffling.

Usually, Khun would be here with him, but he was away for a meeting on the other side of the floor and had told Bam he would probably return in the morning so he shouldn't wait up.

It was fine, it was just one night anyway. He'd dealt with lonelier nights than this.

With a forlorn sigh, Bam shuffled across the room and dropped his day's clothes in the hamper. As the clothes his the bottom, a gust of Khun's scent slammed into Bam, and it stunned him for a moment.

Bam stood there dumbly, his tired mind trying to draw the pros and cons for what he wanted to on sand being lapped at by a sea of sleepiness. It was a fruitless endeavor, so against his better judgment, he reached in, pushed his clothes aside, and pulled out one of Khun's shirts.

He brought it to his face, closed his eyes, and breathed in deeply through his nose. There light traces of Khun's cologne; notes of wood, citrus, and spice.

He pulled it away, turned it around, and buried his face in it again. The scent of Khun's natural musk and sweat was much stronger on the back. Bam couldn't help letting out a pleased groan that rumbled deep in his chest after taking in another big whiff.

The tension sloughed off his shoulders and limbs as he felt wrapped in that familiar scent of safety. It warmed his insides to a pleasant tingle and made his heart feel full to the brim.

With his mind perfectly blank of everything unnecessary, he ambled to the bed and flopped over. His body curled up around the shirt and clung to its comfort. He fell asleep in minutes.

In the morning, Khun gave a tentative tug on the sleeve of his wrinkled shirt and was sure heard Bam growl in response.

"Bam," he whispered as he leaned closer. "Wake up, Bam."

Slowly, Bam unraveled from his protective ball, stretching his legs out and then his arms with a loud yawn. Khun took advantage of that moment to pull his shirt free.

"G'morning, Khun-ssi." Bam languidly smiled, his eyes still half-lidded with sleep.

Khun chuckled at him. "Good morning, sleeping beauty. Sleep well?" He slung the shirt over his shoulder and cocked his head.

Bam nodded slowly as stifled another yawn until he suddenly shot upright on the bed with a gasp. "Oh! I'm sorry! I, uhh—your shirt—I was just—"

"It's fine, Bam," laughed Khun. "I'm sorry you had to use a replacement instead of the real thing last night."

Bam's face was hot with embarrassment and his brows creased his forehead with worry anyway.

Khun dropped his hand on Bam's head, ruffling gently before stroking his thumb across his cheek and cupping his chin to meet his eyes. He leaned in close enough to feel the heat of Bam's exhale.

"Whatever you need from me, Bam, you can take whenever you want." Khun leaned in to touch their foreheads together, barely a second and much too short, before he let go and moved away.

Blank blinked, stupefied by what just happened.

"I'm gonna go shower. See you downstairs for breakfast?" Khun paused on the doorway as he stared at Bam, waiting for an answer.

A grin slowly spread on Bam's face as he felt the familiar warmth of Khun's precense sink back into him. "Okay!"

Pocky day!

They are in a temporary truce.

Bam will give Khun lots of sweets. <3

Prompt answer originally posted on Twitter Jun 16, 2023.

Recipient: @_MJ_Chan (Prompt)

Summary: Khunbam relaxing

“Khun… I go to the bathroom for a few minutes and you’re already working again.”

Khun quickly typed up his last sentence and dismissed his document. “Just had an idea that I had to write down. Sorry, Bam.”

Bam crawled into bed with a playful grin as he settled next to Khun. “Mmhm. Pull the movie up, then.”

Bam loved horror movies, but he didn’t like watching them alone. He had convinced Khun to cuddle watch with him tonight, though.

“What was it called again?”

“Rabid Grannies.”

“You’re kidding…” “It’s a classic! I think you’ll like it.”

“We’ll see…”

Khun was amused. It was dubbed and cheesy and had just enough plot to keep him hooked. Bam slowly sunk under the covers as it got closer to the monster reveal.

Khun patted his head. “Getting scared?”

“No,” muttered Bam. Khun snickered.

“Do you want a hug?”

“...Yes.”

Khun opened his arms, and Bam snuggled into his chest.

Bam only jumped a few times and Khun was riveted by the plot. Who knew such a dumb movie could be so entertaining?

Time flew, and the credits started rolling. Khun looked down and nudged Bam’s head with his chin. “Did you like it?”

A little snore answered him, and Khun smiled warmly. There was no working with his arms full, so he decided a little extra sleep wouldn’t hurt for tonight.

Khun's absence was not easy. Bam's gaze would return to the empty seat beside him each time, the one stubbornly reserved for his sleeping best friend. It was force of habit by then. He would try to imagine what Khun would look like seated there, remember his voice and face and sly demeanor, the memory eventually becoming a blurred spectre of blue staring him in the eye and plunging a knife through his chest.

Soon he'd forgotten what Khun sounded like, and then he thought, that's it - he's forgetting him, and there's nothing he can do about it.

He forced himself to look forward, and the seat sat empty in the edges of his vision.

When Khun awoke, returned to him warm and smiling, he drank in his image, sated his longing in the marine of his irises and nearly drowned when his hand rose to brush fingertips across his face -

"Your hair... It's gotten quite long."

Khun didn't need to know it was meant to match his, time spent imagining him in the reflection of mirrors in his place; it's a ridiculous thing to admit –

"Yeah. It's not as long as I'd like it, yet."

"Are you well?"

Bam looked at him. Was he well?

Yeah. Yes. He breathed, one of Khun's colognes wafting pleasant in the air, upending nostalgia into his heart, a breath of winter's air–

"With you here," he responded, unable to stop himself.

Khun smiled. Safe haven found in the curve of his lips, carried in his currents, a return to alright, a shifted axis restored. His veins spring hope anew from where ice silenced its flow, and the future will no longer be something for him to face alone.

Wanted to try my hand at this Miseng that appeared in one of my really weird dreams. I think it's a travesty we don't get more berserker Miseng content.

Let Miseng kick ass SIU!!

So…

Does AO3 have a plan if queer content get ban in the usa ? Like… they allow everything that is allowed per USA’s law so if they don’t (and even if they do) I strongly advise that y’all download all the queer fic you can…

Prompt answer originally posted on Twitter Jul 10, 2023.

Recipient: @khunbambr (Prompt)

Summary: Khunbam pillowtalk

It was late and Bam was in bed, snuggled into Khun’s side. He felt safe and warm—but unfortunately wide awake.

“Khun-ssi?”

Khun hummed, half-asleep as Bam traced a finger up and down his chest. The soft fabric felt nice.

“What’s it like to fall in love?”

Khun’s eyes fluttered open, and he blinked at the ceiling.

“I don’t know, Bam.” Khun answered, voice slurred with sleep. “You just realize it after you’ve fallen in love.”

Bam was quiet for a moment. He pressed his palm against Khun’s chest to feel his heartbeat.

“So you’ve been in love before?”

Bam felt Khun’s heart rate pick up.

Khun let out a sigh and turned his head away. “Yeah. Many times.”

“Oh…” Something twisted in Bam’s gut, sour and unpleasant. He withdrew his hand and tucked it against his own chest.

Khun turned his head again, and this time, their eyes met. The corner of Khun’s mouth quirked up.

“When I first met you. When I got you back. When I woke up from my coma.” He let out a quick chuckle. “Anytime I look at you… I feel my heart sing its praises for being able to be by your side.”

Bam tucked his head under Khun’s chin, hiding the big smile on his face as he wrapped his arms around Khun’s torso. “You’re too much…”

Khun snickered and closed his eyes again. “You asked.”

Tower of God Season 2 - Official Teaser (English Subtitles) | IGN Fan Fest 2024

Greetings from Bam's japanese VA + teaser trailer for S2

What is... Alpha vs. Beta Reader?

Most writers do not publish a work without it going through the process of being critiqued by multiple people beforehand. People that do the critiquing are alpha and beta readers.

But where is the difference?

Alpha readers come in first. They can read your draft at any point, you can even just run your first ideas by them. The alpha reader should focus on the general story, the bigger picture. They tell you where plot holes are and if an idea or scene in underdeveloped. They will tell you if one of your ideas just don't translate on the page just yet. You should take their feedback and apply it.

After working on the draft with the feedback you got, it's time for the beta reader. This one comes in towards the end, when the overall draft is finished. A beta reader should represent your target audience and should tell you what they liked and didn't like as a reader, not a fellow writer. They can tell you about what they felt while reading your story and if they cared about the characters. Beta readers will examine the whole story like the alpha readers, but they will do it more in-depth, which is why it's important to have them come in at the end, when you've gone through multiple rounds of revisions of the overall story.