or: no really though we’re going to have an earthquake

in which exo literally lives on the sun and I should go to sleep before 3am on a regular basis

Kris Kevin Li Yifan Jiaheng Wu Ben Ben Baller Duizhang Pimp Dragon Daddy struts along the fiery expanse of his domain, cape fluttering behind him, edges in flame.

“Are we warming the galaxy properly?” he asks, shooting a pointed glance at Chanyeol, who’s getting a little frisky with a certain controller of light, while their fellow ‘beagle line’ member watches with poorly-concealed mirth. “If the galaxy dies because of you, I’ll have your head.”

“Chanyeol gives great head!” Chen says, laughing.

“You should be honored to have it!” Baekhyun pipes, and Kris throws a wrench at his chest.

“Almighty Taeyang,” Kris swears, “I do not need to hear about your capades. Just do your jobs!”

Chanyeol rolls his eyes, pressing a few buttons and spreading his palm flat on a panel, allowing his powers to flow through a giant beam into space, making sure the right amount of heat is given to each planet. Earth, he remembers, must be given a special amount of care (but then he ends up zapping them with a little too much heat when something down below gets a little too heated and he hopes that Almighty Taeyang’s okay with Earthlings being a little more shirtless today).

Baekhyun follows suit next to him, channeling his power of light to keep everything bright a