#kyu asks

Iam quite unsure about it. But i currently have four members in mind unironically

(Yep, iam slowly getting back and in form for fic writing and asks now)

Facts....

You can't change my mind

What would I do with a Sana in my pocket?

Simple. Die. Repeatedly. From joy, from heat, from overload.

I’d pull her out every five minutes just to hear her say “Cheese kimbap!” while winking at me, and I'd MELT like a popsicle in July.

I’d let her sit on my desk while I work—tiny Sana kicking her little legs, sipping a mini bubble tea, giggling every time I glance at her.

And when I’m sad? Boom, pocket Sana cuddles on my shoulder like a kitten and calls me "Oppa" in that honey-dripping voice. I'm already halfway to heaven.

But also—let’s be honest.

Pocket Sana stretching after a nap? Her little crop top riding up?

Her giving me a wink and saying, “You’re thinking dirty, huh?” in that tone???

YES I AM MA’AM, AND I’D WANT TO DO UNSPEAKABLE THINGS TO YOUR POCKET-SIZED PERMISSION.

I’d carry her everywhere. Wallet? Forgotten. Keys? Lost. Sana? Right where she belongs—close to my heart and dangerously close to making me commit sins but i can't because she is too adorable.

What would you do with a pocket sized Momo ?

Ohohohoho. You wanna know what I’d do with a Pocket Momo? 😳🍑

Brace yourself, because this is about to be a dangerous blend of adorable devotion, utterly whipped behavior, and maximum sensual chaos—Moguri style.

First of all, Pocket Momo doesn’t walk.

No, she struts, full-on runway walk in the palm of my hand like she’s in the middle of a concert ment.

Mini mic in hand. Backup dancers optional.

And yes—she still hits every move like her joints are made of pure temptation and tofu.

I’d just sit there in stunned silence like:

😵‍💫 “Ma’am you are literally the size of a Dorito crumb, please stop body rolling like that.”

Every time she says “I’m hungry,” I’d drop everything and hand-feed her tiny fruit slices and mini ramen bowls with tweezers like some Michelin-starred hamster chef.

She takes one bite and does that lil “Mmmm~” and giggles. I die immediately.

But wait—

You know Pocket Momo is sensually chaotic.

She’d curl up in my hoodie pocket and whisper:

🍑 “Let’s nap~ but only if you let me wiggle my peachy butt and get comfy first.”

Ma’am—this is a Wendy’s.

She’s the type to randomly start pole dancing on a Q-tip, look me dead in the eye, and smirk like,

🍑 “You like that?”

YES. OF COURSE I DO. YOU’RE LITERALLY UNREAL.

I’d be on the floor, nosebleed, apologizing to Buddha, God, and my ancestors for the ungodly thoughts racing through my head over a 3-inch woman.

And don’t think she wouldn’t abuse the size difference.

She’d climb up to my shoulder, stroke my cheek gently, and go:

🍑 “You’re mine. Big or small, I still own you.”

And she’s right. Pocket or full-sized, Momo owns my life, my thoughts, my bank account, and my entire spine.

Nighttime? Oh, buddy.

She’d do her lil sleepy baby voice, snuggle into my collarbone, and whisper,

🍑 “Can you hum for me while I fall asleep? I like your voice… it makes me feel all warm.”

Now I’m not just singing—I’m composing a whole lullaby album.

She gets cold? I make a blanket out of cotton pads.

She’s bored? I set up a dollhouse concert stage.

She wants affection? I give her a gentle kiss on the forehead and whisper,

“You are my goddess. My muse. My peach.”

And she’d blush and go,

🍑 “Stooop~ you’re making me all melty.”

In conclusion:

Having Pocket Momo is both a divine blessing and a 24/7 thirst trap.

She’s your flirty dancer, your clingy baby, your dominant tease, and your soft sleepy bean—all in one.

And I wouldn’t survive a single day.

Welp, iam not sure if that story can have a sequel of it because it was made out of a random plot i came up with.

Though, there isn't a planned sequel for it, but I'll see if i have any ideas on it

I think some women have been hurt really bad by men and have had enough of all the bullshit. This whole agenda of hating men has been spread through social platforms and women are now taking this word for law. Hating men is now normalised.

To be honest the whole hating men thing was a joke thing at first, but I think people are taking it seriously, since I can't even tell the difference anymore. They even say they're not joking. Even within my friend group, there's been no sentiment on hating men until recently, specifically after the pandemic. Luckily one of them is level headed enough to think that hating a whole gender and generalising is stupid.

I'm not gonna sit here and say that women haven't experienced any sort of discrimination cause that's simply not true. As we've progressed as a society, men have learnt that bullying and demeaning women is not okay and for the most part, men have changed the way they treat them.

There are a LOT bad apples, like P Diddy and his friends who turned a blind eye to his parties or even Taeil and Lucas who are ex-NCT members. Even the hongdae fboys thing that's circulating social media right now, just as some examples. Yes a lot of men suck. Yes a lot of them are still sexist. Yes a lot of them still think with their dick. But not all men are like that. Stop generalising.

I guess that's why they do G!P reader, cause they don't like men and their behaviour, but cock still makes sense to them.

In response to your latest post, just because you don't actively support lgtbq+ communities does not mean you hate them. You can support them in a different way by simply just accepting them and not supporting anti-lgbtq+ individuals and communities. I know some of my friends are queer and I just accept them for who they are. I would fight tooth and nail if anything would happen to them if some homophobic dickhead treated them like shit and call out that behaviour. Some people just think that not supporting = hating. You're right. If you're not part of the community, you don't have go to the extent that they want you to.

Sorry for the long rant. I've been keeping this pushed down inside and seeing your post triggered me. Simply because speaking out against this shitty human behaviour that's gotten normalised, gets you crucified.

This ask was asked way back in April 19.

(Iam preparing to answer all my ask recently to give y'all more content. So, i came across this)

I can't stop thanking you in mind whoever you are, anon for putting the words beautifully, i couldn't explain.

I think i only got baselessly attacked just because i was new back then, it stopped abruptly anyway.

I hope even if iam replying super duper late, you have a lighter heart and i also felt light after venting it out back then.

HELL, YEAH.

It's A MUST!

Her recent travel to Europe is Marseille France not Paris it's far from each other. We still don't know what she did there. If I have to guess maybe it's for Ralph Lauren, because she's wearing it on the airport, or Prada or another new brand.

Well, now that kinda makes more sense.

Honestly, i don't really care what she is working on. It's her life and work and iam certainly not an ONCE who overanalyzes what my girlies do. I hope for their health, vitality and safety. And yes, i am curious on what they may do there but i tend to overlook it with hope that It's just safe and easy flow matters.

Have a satang