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[mushroomrooms]

Year of the Dragon Part 6

Indra & Cyrus - Me

Synthia - @synthia.draws.pics

Hyeon Bak & Gaia - @meroaw

Chromium - @chromium507

[cosmicallybound]

i’m actually gnawing at my arm at the thought of hyeon being the patron goddess of the abused and forgotten. spouses or children dealing with abuse that either kill or maim their abusers are brought into her warm embrace. whether that means they are accepted into the celestial court, no questions asked. or they have her blessing and somehow, some way, life gets easier and better, day by day. she eats the hearts and livers of these wretched things, purifying this energy before returning it to the world. entire families are blessed or annihilated depending on how deep the rot is. temples are built around the globe and a cult rises from ash as this primordial being gains more and more traction. children offer sweets, toys, and even baby teeth. adults offer either pieces of themselves - whether that be flesh or animals/food or those that mean them harm. i want true neutral hyeon, who follows her own rules and does not accept anything less than that. she is not a malevolent being, but she does not tolerate disrespect or the disrespect of her followers. i basically want a dark grey hyeon who haunts predators and abusers and the like, until they are driven mad and she consumes them whole.

[abbyandhanako]

Drabble: Mauled and Left For Dead

TW: Mentions of a stillbirth, blood and violence.

Ghetsis sat alone in his office when a member of the Shadow Triad and two grunts walked in.

“Lord Ghetsis, we have reports of an intruder, The man is Mark’s uncle, Jeong In-su.” Shadow 1 told Ghetsis, “We have found him trying to sneak in disguised as a Neo Team Plasma grunt but was caught, He is currently held in the prison of the Frigate.”

Ghetsis then got up.

“Does Mark know about this?” Ghetsis asked Shadow 1, who shook his head in response.

“No, we have not told Grunt 196, He is currently in a female grunt dormitory.” Shadow 1 replied.

Ghetsis soon got up from his chair and walked out.

“I’m going to borrow Phobos from Mark, I’ll be back soon.” Ghetsis said to Shadow 1 as he left his office via the teleportation panels.

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Mark was sitting and playing on Animal Crossing on his Nintendo Switch in the dorm with several female Neo Plasma grunts when Ghetsis and T.K walked in.

“Sage Ghetsis?” Mark said to him as Ghetsis walked in

“Mark.” Ghetsis said to him in a calm voice, “Me and T.K needs to borrow Phobos, We will bring him back to you when we’re done.”

“Um…..okay….” Mark said as he handed Ghetsis Glaceino’s Poké Ball, “You’ll give him back?”

Glaceino was an unusually vicious and cruel Glaceon which was unusual of the normally sweet and gentle Mark, Ghetsis found Glaceino’s temperament best for dealing with intruders.

Ghetsis nodded in response and took the Poké Ball, “Of course.”

Once he left the room, He met Eun-min outside, She witnessed her brother in law intruding under the guise of a Team Plasma grunt and didn’t step in when the grunts assaulted him and was now being held in the prison area of the Frigate.

T.K followed soon behind, He hated In-su even more than Ji-woon, Mark’s other uncle.

“When did they get him?” Ghetsis asked Eun-min.

“He didn’t have a valid grunt ID and he used the number of a deceased grunt, that’s how one of them knew.” Eun-min replied to Ghetsis

They entered the elevator, Eun-min shivered a little bit, Ghetsis released Glaceino from his Poké Ball.

When they entered the prison, the temperatures were at -20°C when they entered.

“You cold?” Ghetsis asked Eun-min when he noticed her shivering, she shook her head.

They soon approached In-su’s cell, the 56-year old has been beaten by his grunts, blood seeped from his lips and dried blood began to form on his cheek, ice was forming on his thinning hair as he was in the freezing prison for half an hour.

“Eun-min….” He soon spoke, “My younger brother’s wife and mother of the Jeong’s heir….”

Eun-min didn’t respond to him but T.K. soon spoke.

“You threw your wife away over her having a stillborn son….” T.K said to him, “As a father who went through that, You are a fucking terrible human being who shouldn’t be called a parent, or even had fucking children.”

In-su sneered in response, Ghetsis soon began to speak.

“You think you’re coming here and taking Mark back?” Ghetsis soon spoke.

Eun-min started to talk.

“House Jeong ends with Mark, Your family will die out, your lineage will disappear, you and your brothers will disappear, Your words and all memory of you and your brothers will disappear from history.” Eun-min said

In-su chuckled.

“You already have the heir of Jeong…” In-su chuckled, “I should have been the heir, but my ex-wife…..she failed in her duty as a wife and mother to give me an alive son, It was all her fault Dae-hyeon never became heir…”

While he was in the middle of his speech, Ghetsis had opened the cage door and let Glaceino into the cage.

In-su looked at his nephew’s Glaceon as the Fresh Snow Pokémon got up on his lap.

“Maul the intruder.” Ghetsis told Glaceino.

“앉다….앉다….(Sit….Sit….)” In-su ordered Glaceino firmly but the Pokémon didn’t move and hissed at him, “아래로…아래로…(Down….Down….)”

Glaceino didn’t respond to the man’s Korean commands and began growling and hissing even louder, the Glaceon’s face contorted into a feral snarl.

Ghetsis gave a smirk at Glaceino.

“아래로! 아래로! 아니요! 아니요! 안돼! 아아아아아! (DOWN! DOWN! NO! NO! NOOOO! AHHHHH!)” In-su screamed as Glaceino bit down on his cheek and began to maul him.

Ghetsis, T.K and Eun-min watched on as Glaceino tore and bit into the man and even used a mixture of Bite and Blizzard, In-su screamed in pain as Glaceino bit him hard.

Over 20 minutes later, In-su was a bloody and frostbitten mess, his face was in ruin.

“Dump him outside.” Ghetsis ordered two grunts over a communicator.

Ghetsis later picked up and took Glaceino out of the prisons to clean him up, the Glaceon was covered in blood and even bits of flesh lodged into his canines.

“Good boy.” Ghetsis said to Glaceino, “Let’s clean you up before we return you to Mark.”

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Mark had Glaceino returned to him an hour later, 30 minutes more than what should have been, Mark hugged the Glaceon in his arms, unaware of what the Glaceon was told to do under Ghetsis’ orders.

“We found some cigarettes and illegal drugs.” Ghetsis said to Mark, “I sincerely apologize it took so long.”

“At least he’s okay….” Mark said to him.

Later that night, the grunts dumped the unconsious and frostbitten In-su in a bush at the Jeong family estate.

[gillianthecat]

aaahhhheeiiiaaaiiiiii!!!!!!!!!! I am going a little feral over the ending to Happy Ending Romance, and especially how these last two episodes have reshaped my thoughts on the first six. It's all about choices, people. And the consequences thereof. And the things we do for love.

This show did pretty much everything I was hoping it would do, and assumed it wouldn't. I see now why Cha Jeong Wu had to be such as passive presence for so long. He was buried and hiding, and just like he had to hide his writer self from the world, the show had to hide if from us. And I see why the exact details of the scandal were kept from us; knowing that Writer Cha ghostwriting for Writer Kim would be easy enough to guess, the weight of it was still a shock when we learned the truth of the scandal.

This was not primarily a romance. This was a story about five people, and their choices, and the ways they loved, both good and bad. And I think much of my frustration was worry/suspicion that they would sweep all that complexity under the rug and focus only on a "happy ending romance" for Jeong Wu and Tae Yeong. But they were not even what the title was referring to! (pterodactyl screeching) Perhaps I should have paid much more attention to the more literal translation of the title Happy Ending Over the Fence. And it did feel like a happy ending for everyone, in a way that felt honest and earned to me, not artificially wrapped up. Yes, there were threads left dangling (in particular, did they ever public tell the truth about the ghostwriting?), but I find they don't matter to me so much.

Jeong Hyeon was the most fascinating character to me (and not just because I am obsessed with his face), so I am particularly happy that he got to have a story with all the complexity that he deserved, and that his love shone through in the end as the core of him.

As part of my Leo obsession this week, I listened to his song from the soundtrack over and over, as well as Karam's (whose song I also love, to be clear). And so I also am fascinated about the choices of when to use which song, and over which moments and characters, which aren't always the moments I would have assumed. And what it means that two out of the central trio have these extra voices, while Tae Yeong, who is arguably the protagonist, doesn't. I would have to re-watch to talk about the specifics, but just the idea of it is so interesting.

Anyways, I could probably write another couple thousand words on this show. Themes and characters and their choices of course, but after this amazing discussion people have been having about space and place in Japanese BL, I've been thinking a lot about how Happy Ending Romance has been using its environments, as well as color and overall cinematography and editing. The choreography of pairs forming and reforming, groups coming together and breaking apart. And how stories and scenes were woven together. How wonderfully queer that final scene on the rooftop felt. And I have barely touched on all the supporting characters. But I should go to bed so I will save that for another time.

[stoppit-keepout]

i’m rereading terra ignota...

I got Too Like the Lightning out as an ebook from my library so I was able to highlight with WILD ABANDON. I went particularly feral over:

foreshadowing/delayed decoding stuff where they have conversations about Secret Affairs right in front of you, the reader, without you, the reader, becoming aware of what was going on.

crimes and general freakery (affectionate)

Utopia ;; and Martin ;;

potential 9A sightings

Heads up that the selection of quotes/associated commentary might contain spoilers for the whole series. if you (ps?) are interested in a subset that only spoils for TLtL and/or Seven Surrenders, lemme know.

right [taps papers on desk] let’s go :)

Chapter 2: A Boy And His God Carlyle Foster: “If I were going to abuse my position, all I need is the Saneer-Weeksbooth bash’s door key to wreck the world.”


gosh, I... I sure hope... nobody in the Saneer-Weeksbooth bash’ would ever misuse their power... Wonder if this has occurred to anyone else, Carlyle! Really makes u think.

Chapter 3. The Most Important People in the World Ockham Saneer, speaking to Martin (et al.? #damnatioMemoriae): "You think just because your bash' ponces around the Sanctum Sanctorum you can waltz in here and improve on my security?"

i feel sick, and by “sick” i mean “thrilled.”

(Ockham Saneer) Humanist: "A mass crash is not the danger. The system will ground all the cars if any tampering's detected, and they can self-land even with the system dead. The problem is shutting down all transit on Earth for however long it took us to recheck the system, could be minutes, hours. The Censor told me a complete shutdown would cost the world economy a billion euros a minute, not to mention stranding millions, cutting off supplies, ambulances, police. That's your catastrophe."

looks directly into camera. DIRECTLY!!

"Martin Guildbreaker." His eyes widened as he realized his mistake. "I mean Mycroft, my real name's Mycroft, Mycroft Guildbreaker, but everybody calls me Martin. But I'm not in a cult or anything, it's just one of those nicknames that happens."

things that will absolutely convince people you’re not in a cult: telling them “I’m not in a cult or anything.” also, Martin, sweetheart... you are a Mason...

Chapter 4. A Thing Long Thought Extinct Mycroft on Danaë: But I do know who would win a worldwide vote for the face on Earth most likely to launch a thousand ships.

we’ll see about that :|

Mycroft to Danaë: "Martin understands better than anyone how important it is to keep press and public from hounding Hive leaders' children."

but he’s not in a cult or anything.

Chapter 5. Aristotle's House Mycroft: "Could you resist, day in, day out, if you could resurrect a friend?" Carlyle: "No. No, I couldn't. No one could." I did not correct him.

ok this one’s here partly because it made me emosh, and partly because uh. No one did!

Chapter 7. Canis Domini Lesley Saneer (on meeting Dominic): "What are you supposed to be?"

fucking pwned, get ‘em Lesley!!

Chapter 8. A Place of Honor Bryar Kosala just likes helping people, and is good at running things, and when invited to become the world's Mom she said, "Sure."

can’t tell if it’s my own agenda speaking or if this seemed just as sinister the first time i read it. “likes helping people” “good at running things” ok sure whatever.

Before taking Servicers out for ice cream: "She [Kosala] did not have a smile for Mycroft Canner."

... u in that crowd of Servicers, 9A? [squints] anyway, Kosala can smile at whoever she wants, Mycroft, but also you pointing this out DID make me grumpy at her so gj.

"Jung Su-Hyeon Ancelet-Kosala is a good person, a worthy successor to the Censor and deserving of a place on a legitimate Seven-Ten list someday."

looks directly into the fic that i need to finish writing... camera

Chapter 9. Every Soul That Ever Died "This will be the gentlest of sessions, as Carlyle takes a child down the many paths of skepticism, not to conclusions, but to questions. I will show you worse in time, but you will never understand this history if you do not dare read about another's God."

welp! <3

Chapter 11. Enter Sniper Ganymede at a big party in front of lots of witnesses: "It's been too long, Doctor Weeksbooth. We hear excellent things about your work on the system, innovation after innovation. Admirable. We all sleep the safer knowing the Hive has you guarding its interests."

this made me feel like I was absolutely losing my mind, I had to stand up and walk around. INNOVATION AFTER INNOVATION, HUH. you are at a PARTY.

okay I’m gonna go walk around again now.

"Poor Cato." Sniper mussed his ba'sib's hair. "You were great! No one could have lived the part better. But the spotlight really isn't your place, is it? Don't worry, I'd never mix you up in any real trouble. Cross my heart." Sniper spoke the last words, and made the gesture, looking not at Cato, but straight at Ganymede, holding his President's eyes with a rare expression of true gravity.

MAYBE I SHOULDN’T’VE SAT BACK DOWN. cross my heart.... Ada Palmer, your mind...

Chapter 13. ... Perhaps the Stars "There is one race in whom ambition flows still. I do not mean the Humanists' lust for fame, Masons' for power, or the driving need of Europeans and Mitsubishi to prove their nation-strats superior to one another---those ambitions are appetite or envy by finer names. What I speak of is the primordial ambition which brought us from the trees, which launched the first ships across then-infinite oceans, and drove one brave ape to approach the heavenly destroyer 'fire' and make it ours. Reader, we no longer aim for Earth nor atom, but, so long as the Utopians still live and breathe, they will not give up on our last great dream: the stars."

;~; whispers “never gonna give you up...”

The coat of ruins shrugged. "We're used to it." You may not believe me, but I wept.

of COURSE i believe you, Mycroft. Jesus. also, me too.

Chapter 16. Thou Canst Not Put It Off Forever, Mycroft "¿How long until the next Mars launch?" He asked Cato in Spanish, His voice soft to the point of weakness, as when one talks to one's self to relieve too long a silence. "Two days, fifteen hours," Cato answered automatically, like a child caught mid-daydream by the teacher. "¿For how many generations has the Saneer-Weeksbooth bash' been Humanist?" "I don't know. Ten, maybe." "Thank you. I am J.E.D.D. Mason. The safety of your bash' and the incomparable service you provide humanity has been entrusted to Me, by order of all seven Hives and the will of the Alliance. I am looking for My dog. ¿May I come in?"

I CAN’T PICK OUT JUST ONE PART OF THIS. Cato being as open a book as a human can be, J.E.D.D. Mason never being able to turn the dial down from an 11, the casual dehumanization of Mycroft, His dog.... catnip to me, all of it.

Chapter 17. Tocqueville's Valet Mycroft speaking to the Major about J.E.D.D.: "They are a good Person, Good, honest, kind, trustworthy, and keep Their promises more absolutely than anyone I've ever known."

let’s hope!!! Also love the capitalization of Good.

Chapter 18. The Tenth Director "These Nine Directors don't believe Utopians will really live on Mars in 2660. Utopians do."

I say again: ;~; Utopia.

Mycroft to J.E.D.D. "And if hired Utopians were to plan such a thing [as the Black Sakura break-in] for one of the other Hives, they would succeed, and they would make sure we did not suspect them." I cringe even now repeating this, reader. Do not fear the Utopians. Anyone would call Utopia a fearsome foe, but they do not play these Earthly power games, and, like a nest of hornets, they sting only when provoked.

We Thought We’d Redacted This, Episode 1

Chapter 19. Flies to Honey Chagatai speaking to Thisbe and Carlyle: "Mycroft dropped off a pretty battered young thing they said they rescued from somewhere. Servicer Mycroft, not the Mason, Servicer business as I understand, somebody's ba'sib."

[squints] whose ba’sib, Chagatai. whose!!!

Chagatai's paraphrased answer to Thisbe asking about J.E.D.D. Mason's hobbies: J.E.D.D. Mason's most common activities, at least at home, were reading, conducting business over His tracker, sitting perfectly still doing nothing, and, the all-time favourite, lying perfectly still doing nothing.

never gets old <3

Chapter 22. Mycroft is Mycroft Carlyle doesn't think Mycroft is reformed: "You create things, Bridger, you don't make people into different people." Bridger: "You should talk to Mycroft, you'll see how different they are."

uh ?? UH??? (while I fully believe Mycroft had his come-to-J.E.D.D.sus moment and got the bug protection shoes and spurned violence etc. before he met Bridger, ... Bridger, did you do something? Bridger, kiddo, I think you did something!!! )

Chapter 24. Sometimes Even I am Very Lonely "the deadliest majority is not something most of my contemporaries are, reader, it is something they are not."

;;

Chapter 25. Madame's "Can you imagine a nobler act, reader? Sacrificing his [Diderot's] own chance to add his voice to humanity's Great Conversation to safeguard the Conversation itself?"

unexpected 9A emotions here, gonna go crawl into a hole, brb

Chapter 26. Madame D'Arouet Narration: "Fear forced Utopia to act. They chose a gentle protest. When the Graff trial began they called in sick, "indefinite stasis," as they put it, not one, not hundreds, but all four hundred million at once. The laboratories, factories, think tanks, presses closed. For three weeks the world tasted life without four hundred million vocateurs. Hate rose, and fear, all the arrows of complacent Earth against Utopia, and it was that threat which steeled Mycroft MASON to step onto the Senate floor and stop the Nurturists' Eighth Law at any price. Your hero gave his all for them, reader, for Aldrin, for Voltaire, for Apollo Mojave, not for his Masons, not for Eureka Weeksbooth, not for you."

Mycroft MASON [handshake emoji] tumblr user stoppit-keepout

28. The Enemy Mycroft to Eureka about the Wish list: "You need to be careful---it may have started as a joke, but in the wrong hands it could make the whole Hive look like murderers."

can’t have that...

Ok and this part was just Mycroft’s backstory because I got kinda confused. I feel like there must’ve been foul play RE: the destruction of his & Saladin’s birth-bash’, but I can’t tell if it’s textually-supported, u know? Was this an O.S. thing? Just random bad chance? anyway:

Gardens at Alba Longa very imperial; Brill suggested Aeneas MASON make it into a Denkergarten

Emperor built 5 bash'houses, invited 5 coolest bash'es to live there

"The committee picked one bash' of ex-European Masons, one of Cousins who would later take me in, one mixed Brillists and Humanists, one Cousins and Masons, and, that rarest of treasures, the Mardi bash', which boasted six Hives and a Hiveless, while Apollo's constant visits almost granted it the seventh. Much has been written of my house, the fifth house, the service house, the groundskeepers and maintenance staff that served this think tank, and what inferiority complexes I might have picked up even before the accident as I grew up knowing all my playmates were genius children earmarked for greatness while I was not. It is somewhat unfair of me to contradict my biographers at this late point, but, for the record, I and, while they lived, my ba'sibs knew full well that a committee had chosen the other bash'es, while Aeneas MASON himself selected us. If we had to squander some hours on the not-unpleasant task of gardening, it was the only way the Emperor could secure an undebated seat for the one bash' for which he held the highest hopes. He visited me in the hospital after the accident that claimed the others, and from how he wept I might have been the last chapter of a now-lost masterpiece."

that’s rough, buddy.

Apollo Mojave to the Mardi children: "Would you destroy a better world to save this one?"

putting that in my roster for when I’m baby-sitting for my friends.

Tully Mardi to his crowd: "War! I'm talking about war! Revolution! Blood! You think it can't happen, that without nations, without armies there can't be war? We have police! They're forces enough. It can happen, and it will."

Tully Mardi Shut Up Challenge. But also reminding me of my favourite Fantasy High side characters, the Cubbies. (”laws are threats made by the dominant socio-economic, ethnic group in a given nation. It's just a promise of violence that's enacted and police are basically an occupying army, you know what I mean?“)

Chapter 30. Deo Erexit Sade Headmaster Faust is an avatar of curiosity. "What project would that [the Utopians' most sensitive one] be, Mycroft? What constellation?" "Cultural preparations for Mars," I answered without actually lying.

is this finishing Apollo Mojave’s manuscript?? am I a fool?

31. Dominant Predator Saladin soothing Bridger: "No one else can hurt you while I'm here."

welp!!

Providence had its king [Bridger] defend himself: "I wish you really were Apollo Mojave." The child sniffed. "Apollo would be able to figure out what the bad guys want, and make me understand it, and then we could make a plan, and get Utopians to help."

don’t remember if this made sirens go off in my head before, but !! bridger it’s rude to wish people were other people...

Chapter 32. That There Are Two [starts off with a long Servicer interaction]

[squints VERY HARD] u there?

"I've seen this [Bridger's collection of toys] before," Carlyle whispered. The Message doesn't have to be a burning bush, reader. From the Maker of planets, atoms, and electrons, the Message can be a thought.

CHILLS.

~

ok that’s all I had highlighted! feeling better now that it’s out of my non-backed-up notes app and out into the world! also feeling regretful that now I have to like... do my job for the rest of the day... terrible. I wanna restart Seven Surrenders instead. :(

[sysba]

oc ask ✨ would hyeon lee get another pokemon tattoo? if so what would nate say about it? 😌

cw: cursing, alcohol mention (rated T)

“And what the fuck is that?”

There’s a loud snort of laughter coming from Felix at Mason’s confused (yet already disgusted) expression. “Aw, man, I’m going to have so much fun teaching you everything about Pokémon!”

That only makes Mason grimace. Felix grins wavers a bit as he frowns and turns to look at Hyeon. “Wait, since when do you have a tattoo? Can I see it?”

“Oh, uhm,” the detective scratches the back of his neck, smiling sheepishly. “It’s not in a place people usually see? Unless they buy me dinner first, of course.”

It takes a couple of seconds for his words to be registered. Felix already looks as if he’s about to explode, but it’s not until Mason lets out a low, feral chuckle that he joins in, cackling obnoxiously. To be fair, not even Nate manages to bite back a smile.

“You’re telling me,” Felix starts to ask as he gasps for air between snickers, “You have some kind of pokémon tattooed on your-”

“On my ass, yeah.” Hyeon nods, a bit too solemnly considered the situation. “It’s the Squirtle Squad leader. You know, the one with sunglasses?”

That leads to more laughter, and he grins before bowing in mock humility, flicking his dark hair seductively. “I know, I know... I’m a catch.”

“That you are.” Nate smiles from where he’s sitting, and it’s a mix of amused playfulness and steadfast fondness.

Felix looks at them with a knowing smirk for a moment, right before clearing his throat. “Well, Natey doesn’t seem to mind it. So, thinking about getting another one?”

Hyeon groans. “Don’t even joke about it. I got this one in college and I didn’t notice until the day after because I was too drunk to remember.”

Mason snorts. “Nice.”

“Not nice! Very much not nice! Apparently I drunk-called mom 10 minutes after leaving the tattoo shop, sobbing.”

He cringes at the memory, before turning to Nate with an intense stare. The vampire simply raises a brow in question.

“Nathaniel? Please don’t make me do something so stupid again. I need you to protect my beautiful body from other terrible decisions.”

Nate laughs, the corner of his warm brown eyes crinkling in hilarity. 

“For you detective, I shall do my very best.”

[cosmicallybound]

     she'd yearned for this moment, the desperate joining of twinned flesh against her own. blood-drenched talons cupped the pale face, surprisingly gentle as they held morgana in place. the vastayan let yearning shift to action, intent on consuming the other whole. her desire for the other, always a starving beast, pacing to and fro, clawing at the back of her mind, finally settled. a proud, satisfied noise, feral in nature, rumbled in her chest as she pressed closer, deeper.

     hyeon-seung only pulled away as the need to draw breath overwhelmed her desire to devour morgana as she would her prey. brilliant, sharp eyes flashed open, dark pupils overwhelming the bright amber. the vastayan panted, tongue tracing bruised lips, ingraining the other's taste to memory as she did so.

                          What if they kissed? uwu @withinchains

     " never... and i mean never... question my devotion to you again, darling. have i not proven myself yet   ??   how many more must fall by my hands before it is enough   ??   i would topple entire kingdoms in your name, so long as you request it of me. "   her gaze, normally composed in nature, reflected the vastayan's frenzied spirit. years spent tamping down her nature slipped away in a desperate endeavor to have morgana understand just how much power she had over the vastayan. none would be safe from hyeon-seung's rage should the other wish it.

but what if they kissed ?? || accepting

[cosmicallybound]

@withinchains   summoned the goddess,      ❛ even your rage is beautiful ❜ 

         the   vastayan's   rage   was   never   far   away,   always   lingering   nearby,   a   temptation   she   oft   struggled   to   ignore.   this   rage   continued   to   grow   throughout   the   centuries   she'd   spent   trapped   in   this   forsaken   body,   unable   to   return   to   the   stars   as   she   ought   to   do.   talons   shredded   tender   flesh,   separating   muscle   from   bone   as   this   otherworldly   wrath   burned   within.   quiet,   manic   laughter   rumbled   deep   within   her   chest,   something   predatory   as   she   ate   her   fill.   it   was   not   often   she   allowed   herself   to   indulge   in   baser   emotions.   far   too   much   rested   'pon   her   shoulders   for   her   to   do   so. 

         sanguine   liquid   dripped   from   silken   flesh,   creating   a   grotesque   mockery   of   a   thirsty   creature.   wild,   predatory   eyes   flicked   toward   the   aspect,   the   black   of   her   pupil   nearly   completely   overtook   liquid   amber.   it   took   the   feasting   predator   a   moment   for   recognition   to   hit.   feathers   ruffled   as   hyeon   slowly   came   back   to   herself,   though   she   never   halted   her   well-deserved   meal.   head   canted   to   the   side,   still   a   very   animalistic   gesture,   the   vastayan   studied   the   other.

         ❝   not   many   would   agree,   starlight.   they   oft   view   me   as   something   to   be   contained,   far   too   dangerous   to   be   let   loose   without   .   .   .   proper   supervision.   ❞     sanguine-stained   lips   curled   into   a   bemused   smile,   bloodied   teeth   on   full   display.     ❝   you've   given   me   a   gift,   darling   aspect.   however   shall   i   repay   you       ??   ❞     with   her   gaze   locked   on   the   other,   she   raised   a   bloodied   hand,   licking   the   blood   from   unblemished   skin.

various things said within an adventuring party || accepting

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     a rush of air slipped past lush tiers, the goddess's version of a chuckle, as slender fingers folded together. of all the things she'd expected when crystal requested her presence, this certainly was not on the list. the vastness of space held many creatures, those that the goddess had a hand in creating and those that came about because of others. but this thing, more abomination than living creature, was neither. it held no purpose other than to consume, and consume it did. many a galaxy disappeared from the celestial map, a gaping hole left in their wake.

❛ if you listen closer, you can hear it screaming. ❜ @florspinae

     a quiet, festering rage hid behind the goddess's iridescent gaze as she hummed in response to the other's comment. the creature's very soul, its essence, screamed. the howling of a beast wounded, a hollow chorus of beings long since digested. if she were not feral in rage, perhaps she'd find the creature pitiable. 

     " hm, 'tis not enough. this thing is an abomination, i would flay its flesh from its bones if more information was not needed. i am not a goddess known for mercy, and once whoever created this creature is revealed, i will show them just how cruel i can be. "

meme lost to time || not accepting

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@blackhardtt   invoked the goddess,

"What if they kissed?" W/ roderickkkkk

     possessive,   all-consuming   flesh   crashed   'pon   petal-soft   lips   as   large   hands   encircled   supple   waist.   a   calloused   thumb   brushed   over   exposed   flesh,   caressing   silken   skin.   the   witch   sighed   into   the   kiss,   equally   as   eager   as   the   pirate.   slender   hands   grasped   broad   shoulders   as   she   clutched   him   impossibly   closer.   the   expanse   of   muscles   that   flexed   beneath   her   touch   sent   molten   desire   down   her   spine   as   a   hand   slid   further   down,   cupping   her   ass   before   suddenly   she   was   lifted.   shapely   legs   automatically   wrapped   around   large   waist   as   pure,   sinful   desire   thrummed   through   her.

     hyeon   pulled   away   from   the   kiss   with   a   sharp   inhale,   brilliant   amber   wide   as   she   stared   up   into   molten   gold.   something   particularly   feral   lurked   beneath   the   surface   as   her   back   met   the   cold   stone   of   the   alley   he'd   cornered   her   in.   pink   colored   porcelain   flesh   as   she   panted,   tongue   wetting   bruised   lips.   the   arrogant   twitch   to   his   lips   made   her   equally   frustratingly   aroused     &&       frustrated.   liquid   amber   gave   way   to   the   black   of   her   pupil,   desire   painted   across   her   ethereal   visage   even   as   she   scowled   up   at   him.

     he'd   met   her   bluff,   prowling   after   her   with   all   the   grace   of   a   panther   as   she   disappeared   into   the   crowd.   though   she   knew   the   streets     &&       alleyways   well,   the   man   was   not   to   be   deterred,   stalking   her   from   a   distance   until   he'd   found   an   opening.   hyeon   would   never   forget   the   thrum   of   her   heart   in   her   throat   as   she'd   realized   he'd   cornered   her.   the   purely   predatory   glint   within   his   gaze   as   he   slowly   approached,   content   in   the   knowledge   that   he'd   won.   yet,   all   the   same,   his   first   touch   had   been   gentle,   questioning   if   she   had   truly   wanted   it.   the   heated   gaze,   the   prideful   jut   of   her   chin   did   not   abate,   even   as   she   dipped   her   head   in   response.

     a   sharp,   warning   bite   to   tender   throat   forced   hyeon   back   to   the   present.   the   witch   blinked,   her   gaze   sharpening   for   a   moment   as   she   met   glimmering   gold.   lips   quirked   into   a   soft   smile   as   a   hand   slid   from   broad   shoulder   to   thick   hair,   tangling   within   the   dark   locks   as   manicured   nails   raked   along   his   scalp.

     ❝   nnn,   if   you   plan   on   staking   a   claim,   darling .   .   .   do   not   do   it   so   teasingly.   i   promise   that   i   can   take   whatever   you   have   to   offer.   ❞     the   witch's   eyes   danced   with   amusement   as   she   poked   &&   prodded,   unable   to   quell   her   desire   to   shatter   the   man's   inhibitions.     ❝   unless   you   are   incapable.   i   suppose   i   shan't   mourn   the   loss   of   crying   out   your   name   too   harshly.   ❞     though   she   teased,   hyeon's   legs   tightened   around   the   man's   waist,   unwilling   to   release   their   possessive   grip.

kissing, in my christian minecraft server ( yes ) || accepting

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something that's been breaking my heart is thinking about hyeon in the pjo universe. the only known daughter of a long-forgotten primordial goddess who's a lot older than she looks. just perpetually in her late 20s and trying her damndest to ensure that these younger demigods survive. someone who is utterly disillusioned with how the gods go about their business, claiming and then completely ignoring their children bc their wants/desires matter more than their children.

pack-mom hyeon going feral to protect these teenagers who have way too much weight on their shoulders. v v op hyeon tearing through scores of monsters and gods alike to make sure that these kids make it home. all because there was no one there to do that for her and other demigods when they were younger.

on the flip side, deity!hyeon absolutely being a menace to the greek/roman pantheons bc, of course, she's going to help these literal c h i l d r e n in their quests??? that's not even a question for her. hyeon being such an old deity that, like nyx, zeus is a lot bit terrified of incurring her wrath. she would absolutely level the playing field for any demigod.

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@blackhardtt   summoned the goddess,

Delay, drive, fantasy huehuehue

  delay: 

orgasm  delay  /  denial  is  half  the  fun.  although  completion  is  always  the  goal,  having  it  take  longer  makes  that  release  all  the  better.  the  soft  condescending  comments  from  a  partner  as  her  orgasm  is  denied  until  they  wish  it  is  pure  bliss.  she  enjoys  being  brought  to  desperation,  begging     &&     pleading  for  release  to  be  given.  all  the  better  if  her  partner  offers  a  wonderful  blend  of  degradation     &&     praise  throughout. 

on  the  other  hand,  hyeon  loves  orgasm  delay  /  denial  for  her  partners.  for  who  is  someone  to  object  to  the  primordial  goddess  if  she  were  to  decide  that  you  do  not  have  the  right  to  cum  just  yet.  for  all  intents  and  purposes,  hyeon  enjoys  playing  with  her  food.  she  enjoys  how  feral  they  become,  begging     &&     pleading  for  release,  enjoys  having  that  control.  you'd  best  believe  that  once  she's  decided  her  partner  is  allowed  to  cum,  it  won't  just  be  one  time,  no  no,  she  will  not  stop  until  overstimulation  hits.

  drive: 

she  has  a  high  sex  drive,  especially  because  she  is  the  creation  goddess  /  goddess  of  fertility.  hyeon  leans  more  toward  hypersexual,  oft  finding  partners  for  an  evening  to  take  the  edge  off  /  for  much-needed  release.  as  a  demi-god  /  witch,  hyeon's  drive  is  a  little  lower,  more  balanced  than  anything  else.  her  drive  does  not  often  change,  only  when  she  is  stressed  beyond  imagination.  when  stressed,  hyeon  will  hyperfocus  on  fixing  whatever  is  the  issue  /  completing  the  task.  this  will  surpass    almost     any  desire  until  the  stress  factors  are  gone.  however,  she  will  usually  not  say  no  to  someone  fucking  the  stress  out  of  her.  lastly,  she  has  sex  quite  often.  she  does  not  consider  only  penetration  as  sex,  so  any  sort  of  sexual  engagement   –   kissing,  grinding,  oral,  penetration,  etc   –   happens  quite  often.  if  she  has  a  partner    (   lover   )     then  as  often  as  she  possibly  can.  she  enjoys  the  intimacy  of  it.

  fantasy:

oh,  she  has  many  a  fantasy  she's  tried  out.  a  few  favorites  include;  role  reversal   (   she  very  much  enjoys  pleasing  /  worshipping  her  partners   )   ,   group  sex,  making  personal  videos  with  partners,  and    b  r  e  e  d  i  n  g.     there  are  a  lot  of  fantasies  that  she's  tried  out,  but  these  are  just  a  few.

  nsfw headcanons || accepting

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          b a b e s,   i'm shaking you rn, bc same??? give us all of the babes. literally, i adore hyeon and verona sm. give me primordial celestial wives that are so obnoxious and feral and just??? chef's kiss.   kaen is an absolute sweetheart and hyeon adores them into tiny pieces. i honestly love the idea of something so soft and sweet for hyeon??? bc she absolutely is not used to any of these emotions and to have kaen just come in and like 🥺🥺🥺 all over her??? she's gone, sent into the astral plane. i'm literally on my knees for lhore. give me closed-off / standoffish babe with hyeon who is more outgoing but rarely serious abt relationships / feelings until she realizes,   oh shit, i actually rlly like her??? 

❦ - okay so-- i know we just started getting things going. BUT CONSIDER: more wlw content for the real gamers!! verona/hyeon? amazing, spectacular; two primordial celestials but also wives? hell yeah.

or what abt kaen/hyeon? kaen is silly. they fall in love hard and fast, but won't say a WORD. you best believe they'd be under hyeon's spell something AWFUL. sooo maybe a little, puppy love, tender romance kinda thing

or or lhore/hyeon? far more lowkey bc lhore is the last of her kind and very closed-off. sooo slow-burns anyone?

plus i am offering you my 20 million other muses for any other dynamics you may desire!! @strywoven

          i'm literally so heart-eyes at all that could happen. please, i'm begging thee, ship with me. or at the very least, let's discuss bc i'm offering hyeon's hand in marriage like yesterday. i would absolutely love to explore different dynamics / ships with you and the babes. never feel like it's too soon, because i   p r o m i s e   that i'm already thinking about it or debating on it lmfao.

are you down for the ship ?? || accepting

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@melloncoly said, " it can be cruel, poetic or blind. " from mello      The Batman Prompts  ||  Accepting

     The look Hyeon-seung sent Mello spoke volumes, as did the slight rolling of her eyes as she quietly suppressed the urge to snort. Of course he’d say something like that in this sort of situation, facing down the metaphorical barrel of the gun. She had half a mind to shake him, instead she turned her feelings inward, closing her eyes for a brief moment.

     “Yes, justice tends to be a finicky, now doesn’t it? I suppose it doesn’t truly matter when you have all of the power   &&   money in the world.”

     She sighed, rolling her shoulders before turning to face him. Her eyebrow quirked, a silent question before a slow grin spread across her face. It’d been far too long since she’d been able to enact her justice on anyone.

     “Do take a step back now, I know how difficult cleaning blood from leather can be. I will not be cleaning up any of your messes after this. You are utterly feral at times   &&    I won’t be responsible for encouraging such behavior. What will everyone think of me?”