Resiotcage - Resiot

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!"

Do you ever binge read someone's work on ao3 and get the urge to serenade them, like, hello my fair fic author you have wooed me with your excessive flowery metaphors and complete lack of plot, even your messy 3am fics with very visible flaws are gorgeous, your self indulgent dynamics have enchanted me, please accept my kudos

RakKhunBam picnic to a themepark 🐊🐢🐢🎢🎡

Extra protection is needed

Oh no! Our leader is...!

Khun: "I won't get lost, my *ss."

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Bam is super happy, he never went to a themepark before. He's eager to try everything from the rides to the snacks, and we know that Khun and Rak will only follow him around. Bam's happiness is their happiness too.

Khun looks like he's irritated all the time but actually he's happy he can spend time with his best friends, like "90% happy with Bam and 10% happy with Rak." he said. For them (read: Bam) he will go through all the sunburn, sweat, and crowd.

Rak only wants his turtles to be happy, and going to a themepark isn't a bad idea. There's a lot of turtles in there, and they are all laughing and smiling, so that means this 'themepark' is supposed to make turtles happy, right? He hopes Black Turtle enjoys his off-day and Blue Turtle can stop worrying about plans and stuffs.

from “My World Without You” by @resiotcage​

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27447214

I’ve wanted to draw some scenes from this fic for a while, I love it so much (a big thank you to Resiot for blessing us with this one and his other works) :D

Please read it if you haven’t yet!

(The second image is under the cut in case anyone would be uncomfortable with depictions of scars/injuries)

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Hello, Regulars!

Please welcome a new Tower of God podcast hosted by Resi (@Resiotcage) and Vira (@Viralaine) where they talk about the latest chapters. Join us for the first episode on chapters 565 and 566!

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

I'm sorry, not sorry, Khun. You're just.. irresistibly kissable and my hands slipped and accidentally took a photo. 🖤💙🥰😊

Thank you and goodbye✂️

from Chapter 2 of “Seduced By The Night” by @resiotcage

Prompt answer originally posted on Twitter Jun 16, 2023.

Recipient: @Lifeisasoupand2 (Prompt)

Summary: Urek tries to give Bam a heartfelt speech

The Wolhaiksong base was busy as they prepared for their next move.

Urek took a sip of his soda and looked away from the bustling group of people to the small boy across him. Well, he wasn’t so small anymore, definitely a man now, but he was still… tiny.

“Bam, baby,” he called and Bam turned to him, a can of milk tea still against his lips.

“With great power comes great responsibility, you know. Don’t forget what your goals are, but don’t let them blind you.”

Bam blinked and nodded as he gulped. Urek sighed. He wasn’t getting his point across, was he?

“What I mean is, the Family Heads took their strengths to an extreme because they felt like they needed to. I’m saying you don’t need to. You don’t see me flaunting my strength around, do you? I’m—Hey!”

Bam’s eyes had gone wide, pupils dilating like a cat’s, and he took off past Urek in the middle of his important speech. He turned around to see what would be more captivating than him and he found the boy running into the arms of his Lightbearer. A fierce hug later, they were standing close, grinning and talking, the rest of their surroundings forgotten.

Urek, forgotten.

He pouted, but then reconsidered. The boy had something the family heads didn’t. Loyalty. Purpose. Love. As long as Bam didn’t forget those things, he wouldn’t become a heartless monster like the Family Heads.

Urek knocked back his soda and slammed the can against his forehead, crushing it before tossing it in the recycle bin.

He decided to go find someone else to bother and leave the two boys to themselves.