#And the eternal blame game

[completeoveranalysis]

[3]

OHOHO Now we’re getting into the JUICY cause and effect. 

Like, we already know that Lava Lamp is being too hard on himself - he always is. He couldn’t have known any of this. He was only trying to do a good thing and protect Sakura. He was under extraordinary pressure and was very young. He did the only thing he could. 

He is not really responsible for the ripples this may have caused in the universe - he doesn’t control the universe. He only made a wish, as he’s allowed to do. 

But on the other hand it IS potentially the result of his action, and therefore he IS kind of "responsible". 

But in that big grey area between “he may have caused something to happen” and “this is your fault”. Lava Lamp doesn’t deserve the BLAME that any of this happened, especially because he was manipulated into doing it in the first place, but he would also be the FIRST person in line to blame literally everything wrong in the universe on his own actions. 

That aside - DO I think Lava Lamp’s time distortion caused Fai and Yui to be born as twins instead of a single person?

OH WOULDN'T THAT JUST BE THE MOST TRAGIC POSSIBLE OUTCOME?

ISN’T THIS WHAT ANGST THAT DREAMS ARE MADE OF?

ISN’T THAT THE JUICIEST DRAMA WE COULD EVER POSSIBLY HOPE FOR?

I kind of want it to be true JUST for the narrative pain of it all.

But - BUT - that still wouldn’t make it Lava Lamp’s fault, and we know Fai and Kurogane will say the same thing in a few pages. 

Said mother who is hiding behind this Read More because of the nature of that scene:

Of course this is where the concept of Lava Lamp’s “responsibility” for things really falls apart. Because sure, maybe the time distortion let Fai and Yui become two people instead of one (like with the egg, and with Watanuki), but it absolutely did NOT cause the death of Kurogane’s parents. 

That was, quite specifically, Evil Wolverine stabbing them with a sword.

[someiicecube]

Anyway, my funniest headcanon has got to be: Mhin is older than Leander.

A hc made even funnier by the fact they're a healer-slash-doctor of sorts (used to be, at least; idk if medical school let them keep their license after doing freelance Soulless hunting).

And no, this isn't feeding into the "Mhin was there in Lovent a century ago" theory either. I just think they're old :3

[inkyminx]

Making 3x3s is still a thing right?

[mordcore]

the computer used to make me feel like i had the entire world at my fingertips, now it just feels like a slightly larger cage.

[cordycepsbian]

[arolesbianism]

Remembers Tali exists and starts wailing and crying

[windsofcourage]

FRUITY HC PROMPTS / @hypnoticallycaucasian / ACCEPTING .

🍎  :    how stable is my muse’s mental health?  have they been diagnosed with any mental illnesses and  /  or conditions?  do they have any undiagnosed mental illnesses and  /  or conditions?  do they or should they attend therapy?  

||. WELL , Link sure does have retrograde amnesia. . . . I'm not kidding about that diagnosis , and he definitely should go to therapy,but to actually answer the question : Link ...exists on a perpetual on a scale, and it always depends on "what time period of Link are you asking about", because the answer will change depending on what he does and doesn't remember.

Link before the Calamity (specifically: before the sword) would have been relatively stable. Outside of being a teenage boy with an extreme sense of duty and pressure to perform, he wouldn't have to contend with much. Healthy home, healthy mindsets, healthy life. It's when he pulled the sword and began to shut his emotions down to be a "reliable hero" that some problems would have begun to manifest. In my headcanon : dissociative episodes (+dissociative amneisa &. subsequent fugue) run congruently with his rising stress levels , and are a related but separate issue to his originally-self-imposed selective mutism.

Link is a slow emotional processor. He thinks through his emotions and takes time to sort them out. (Mostly because he really doesn't get bothered by a whole lot.) But when he's "on duty" or otherwise needed... he doesn't feel himself allowed to take the time to sort it out. Not during, and often not afterwards until well later, either. And then only when he's on his own. In Link's world, it's act first, think (and feel) later. ESPECIALLY when all eyes are on him.

At some point in his development into "Knight Link" (which imo was cemented well before he was actually appointed as Zelda's personal knight), Link's solution to a wealth of emotion without any time to process it all was to focus solely on the physical task at hand, whatever that may be. It ... doesn't shut down the emotion spurring the stress... but he can act. He can do something to stave it all off or fix it while it's happening. Face it head on, and quickly. Unfortunately ... even this isn't always possible in his profession. And this mind vs. heart endeavor is a taxing one. As such, if Link is unable to tackle the issue and fix it, he will rapidly begin to deteriorate into a dissociative episode. Specifically dealing with depersonalization. If the stress continues, Link has a tendency to completely emotionally/mentally black out during these periods. (aka: dissociative amnesia). He'll either seem to be completely spacing out, or completely zeroed in on a task from the outside looking in. (It's caused problems and some serious one-sided arguments with his mother before.)

In some conjunction with this, canonically, Link has been known to voice his inner thoughts and feelings less and less over time. By the time he was appointed to Zelda, it's noted that he barely spoke at all. While he is entirely capable of speech, when he undergoes high stress levels, it can become difficult for him to find the words to voice himself freely. (Now, it is worth nothing that Link is naturally a pretty quiet individual (imo even his voice is on the naturally softer side anyways). Link not talking does not automatically mean he's stressed out. But sometimes there is an inherent inability to speak even if he wanted to.)

All of this is true of Amnesia/Post!Calamity Link, although the triggers are different. Post!Calamity Link struggles a lot more often with depersonalization, derealization and dissociative amnesia + fugue, especially the more he comes to remember his/Hyrule's past. Part of that is due to stress, part of is trauma, and part of it is from just barely cheating death/the reincarnation cycle through the Shrine of Resurrection.

[babycatglimmer]

An analysis of the trio of light, their emotions and their cards from book 7

WARNINGS: bias, overthinking, yapping, delulu, spoilers from book 7, personal theories, daydreaming and thousands of other things.

In all of Twst, so far, there are only 3 characters with light magic. These are Rook Hunt, Silver Vanrouge and Kalim Al Asim. And they, in turn, are the only ones who during book 7 won cards with the same element present.

The only sources of light in the game are also the only ones who cry during their cards. Even though in the main story they are not the only ones who cry in moments of stress or relief, Ruggie for example, they are the only ones who have received cards crying.

Initially I found this a curious choice, but the more you analyze it the more you realize that this occurrence comes from how, unlike most characters, these cards reflect the end of an internal arc for them.

Rook: Throughout book 6, Rook gives hints about how much Vil's overblot affected him psychologically. He talks about nightmares very briefly, and how he still seems stuck in that moment to the point that he risks EVERYTHING to save Vil, even though he knows how irresponsible he is being.

Rook feels guilt, he blames himself completely for Vil's overblot and it clearly haunts him psychologically. It's something that eats away at him, something that is so deep that it even affected his dreams, and that in a twisted way kept Rook far away from Vil in his dream world.

It was this guilt that woke him up, this regret, this sadness, this trauma that haunts him completely. And this is reflected in his card, being the first time we see Rook without his barriers, the guilt, pain and sadness dripping from every expression. He loves Vil, and this pain, the feeling of being a traitor, hurts him more than any arrow.

And it is in this pain that we see Rook's true facet. A boy who loves too much, who feels too much, but who hid it all with his hunter's mask. But as a contemporary poet would say, he is just a man who was making an irrelevant choice but at the same time changed everything.

Kalim: In many ways, Kalim carries a toxic positivity. He tries to see the good side of everything and everyone as much as possible, but he constantly ignores his own discomfort or completely negative emotions.

What is not good, what is not healthy, the way Kalim lives in eternal denial and always suppressing EVERYTHING inside himself.

Until he became furious. In that dream, with that version that practically mocks Jamil, Kalim found himself completely irritated and disgusted. Angry at himself, angry at Malleus and angry at everything that had happened before. It is in this anger that Kalim finally fully computes the events of book 4, it is in this anger that he understands his own feelings and those of others.

He cries because he is frustrated, angry and tired. He cries for everything he has been through, for everything he has been denied, and he cries because it was all stupid and unfair. Kalim, who constantly smiles and brings joy, for the first time is completely tired of the fake smiles and his own denial of reality. Smiling would not change his and Jamil's situation, smiling was not helping him at all.

From a passive smile to determined anger.

Silver: The only one of the three whose tears did not come from stress or frustration, but from pure and genuine relief.

Unlike the others, Silver has always had difficulty showing what he feels. It is said several times that people cannot tell what he is feeling. He has always been different from the others because of this.

"Too human for the fairies."

"Too fairy for humans."

This is actually a very present theme in Silver's narrative, and during book 7 the human factor is put in his face as a doubt. A doubt about Lilia's love and his place by Malleus' side.

At every moment the need to choose, to hide a past he never knew, to discover what his real role is in the narrative of this story. Is he the knight in shining armor who will kill the monster? Is he the prince of an enemy kingdom, who will once again make the same mistakes as his father? Is he one of Malleus Draconiana's followers, trying his best to save his prince from himself?

And the answer? He is Silver Vanrouge, son of Lilia Vanrouge and brother of Malleus. He is not a prince or a knight, he is a brother, a friend and a son. He, who managed to save the people he loved so much, cries with joy and relief for this.

Silver reached his happy ending, surrounded by people who loved him as much as he loved them. People who could not care less where he came from, because the fact was clear who he was.

He was Lilia's little boy, who would fall asleep anywhere spontaneously and unexpectedly.

He was Malleus' little brother, who always smiled in his presence and who always wanted to stay by his side.

He was Sebek's rival, who grew up together both in power and internally. The one who would be by his side, both with the same dream and desire.

They all cry for the same reason, as they have finally finished their stories.

The hunter is still loved by the queen, as she never saw his actions as a betrayal.

The sultan and the sorcerer finally understand each other, they finally understand that they complement each other and do not depend on each other. And together, they can achieve freedom.

The little soldier can now finally smile with relief, as he has finally acquired proof that he has a home to return to.

Simply beautiful, don't you agree?

[livvv-218]

Rules we break

Summary - What happens when you can’t go through with your order of eliminating Sangwoo. Pairings - Fem!guard x Sangwoo Warnings - smut, manipulation, age gap (reader is in her 30s and Sangwoo is in his 40s), unprotected sex, oral sex (fem receiving), mention of being abandoned, guns, swearing

The cold fluorescent lights above flickered as you led him through the narrow corridor. Sang Woo walked in silence behind you, his footsteps muffled by the heavy echo of the empty hall. He likely believed you were escorting him back to the main room after his victory in the second game—Dalgona. How wrong he was.

You didn’t want to do this. Not at all. Despite the walls you’d built around yourself- walls necessary for a job like yours - something about Player 218 had gotten under your skin. You weren’t supposed to care—it was part of the job, after all, assigned to you by one of the VIPs. But from the moment you first laid eyes on him, you knew he was different. He wasn’t like the others—he understood what these games were truly about, what was needed to survive. You couldn’t help but admire that about him. While the others clung to false hopes, he faced reality. He was also undeniably attractive, but you refused to let your feelings cloud your judgment.

The assignment came from one of the anonymous VIPs the day before the games began. Your task was clear: eliminate Sangwoo, without raising any suspicions. The VIP had been cryptic, providing no real reason for the order beyond the vague claim that it was for "revenge." There was no explanation as to why the VIP couldn't simply allow Sangwoo to be eliminated by the games themselves, he just said it had to be done, and that was enough.

You weren’t the only one involved in this execution. A few other guards were responsible for tampering with the security footage, making sure no one would see you leading Sang Woo away from the main dormitory. But you were the one specifically assigned to carry out the final act—to assassinate him yourself.

The reason for being chosen for this particular task was unclear. As a triangle guard, you were hardly one of the higher ranks. But times were tight, and money was money. It was something you needed badly—to pay for your little sister's treatment. She was all you had left after your parents vanished, running off with what little you had to your name years ago. From that day on, raising her became your sole responsibility.

A few minutes later, you reached a red door that signaled you to turn left, instead of continuing straight toward the main dormitory where all the players were. As you made the turn, you could feel Sang Woo’s suspicion rise—he was starting to realize something was off. When you turned around, you found him standing still, staring at you with that calculating gaze. He wasn’t following.

You stepped toward him, your pace quickening, and aimed your gun directly at his chest. The movement was immediate. He began walking again, but you could see the glint of awareness in his eyes, and it made your stomach twist.

After what felt like an eternity, you finally reached the room. Normally, the door would be locked, but today it stood wide open, almost as if inviting you in. Sang Woo tried to maintain his composure, but it was clear—his facade was cracking. You could see the fear in his eyes, the way his shoulders stiffened with every step, and honestly, you couldn’t blame him.

Sang Woo followed you into the room, his movements reluctant, eyes darting around as if searching for an escape. His gaze landed on the corners, and it didn’t take long for him to notice the absence of security cameras. His expression shifted, a flicker of realisation crossing his face. Shit.

You reached for the walkie-talkie clipped to your waist, your fingers briefly brushing against the cool surface before pressing the button. "I'm in the room. This shouldn’t take too long," you said, your voice steady despite the unease curling in your stomach. Seconds later, the crackled voice of the operator came through the speaker: "Received."

You turned to lock the door, the metallic click echoing through the room, then set your walkie-talkie down on the small table beside the lone chair. The silence felt suffocating. Slowly, you raised the gun in your hands, aiming it directly at Sang Woo. His eyes went wide for a split second, and in that instant, panic overtook him. He raised his hands slightly, a silent plea for surrender.

"You don’t have to do this. We both know I’m worth more alive than dead. Think about it." His voice was calm, but there was an underlying desperation in it. Your expression remained void, your hand steady as you moved the gun closer to him.

Sang Woo paused, realizing his attempt to reason with you wasn’t working. His eyes flickered, calculating. Then, with a subtle shift in tone, he tried another approach. "Please. I need this money for my mother. She has no one else but me. Surely you have a family too. Imagine someone holding a gun to them... you’d want mercy, right?"

You knew it was manipulation, a calculated move to tug at your heartstrings. But still, the words lingered in your mind, like a weight pressing down on your chest. It was working.

The silence between you both grew heavy, thick with the tension of the moment. Sang Woo’s eyes never left you as you stood there, the gun still aimed at him. You could see the way his gaze softened, as if searching for a crack in your facade. He didn’t speak immediately; instead, his focus shifted to your mask.

"You're not like them," he said, his voice quieter now, almost coaxing. "You don't belong in this place. You don’t want to do this. I can tell'.

You flinched, but quickly masked it with a cold expression.

He stepped a little closer, his voice dropping lower, almost intimate now. "Take off your mask," he murmured. "Let me see the person beneath the uniform. Let me see who you really are."

You took a sharp breath, your pulse quickening. You knew it was a dangerous request—he was trying to break down every wall you'd built. But part of you wanted to. A part of you wanted him to see you. You hesitated for a second too long, and that was all he needed.

In one fluid motion, Sang Woo stepped closer, his fingers brushing the edge of your mask, tracing it gently whilst looking in your eyes. His touch surprisingly tender. "Please," he whispered, his voice laced with something almost pleading.

He gently cupped the edge of your mask, his fingers brushing against the cool surface, waiting for any sign of protest. For a moment, your pulse raced in your throat, the room seeming to close in around you. He wasn’t rushing—just watching, almost as if he knew you were debating whether or not to stop him.

When you didn't react, when you didn't move to pull away or object, he carefully lifted the mask. The air hit your skin immediately, cool and unfamiliar against your exposed face.

Sang Woo didn’t immediately speak. He simply studied you, his gaze lingering as he took in every detail of your face. For a moment it almost seemed as though there was adoration in his eyes—a flicker of something more than just survival instinct.

His jaw clenched slightly, as if in disbelief, as his eyes traced the curve of your lips, the soft indent of your dimples, the deep, captivating look in your eyes. His breath seemed to catch in his throat, and for a fleeting second, it felt like he wasn’t just seeing a guard, but a person, someone who could break through all his walls.

"You're... beautiful," he finally whispered, his voice low and steady, but there was a softness there that almost seemed foreign coming from him.

Your heart skipped a beat, the soft look in his eyes turned hungry. His hand lingered at your jaw, and before you could react, he stepped in closer, the space between you shrinking with each beat of your heart. His lips brushed against yours, gentle at first, as if testing whether you’d pull away. But you didn't. When he saw that you hadn't pushed him off you, one of his hands moved to your waist and he pulled you closer into him.

He groaned as you gently tugged his hair, his soft lips hungrily devouring yours felt incredible. You chose to ignore the nagging voice in the back of your mind telling you how much trouble you could get into for this. You didn't care, at least at the moment. His hand tugged at the zip on your uniform, pulling it down desperately, like he couldn't wait any longer to have you.

You felt yourself getting wetter as he moaned huskily into your mouth. He unattached himself from your swollen lips and buried his face into your neck, sucking your skin gently and leaving wet kisses all across your neck and on your jaw. You moaned in pleasure as you felt his erection growing against your thigh.

''Jump'', he ordered as he grabbed your ass allowing you to wrap your legs around his waist. He put you down on the table and stood in between your legs, grinding against your thigh, making you moan loudly. You bit your tongue, trying to be quiet, the fear of being caught gnawing at you. But then, Sangwoo’s fingers gently lifted your chin, tilting your head to face him. His breath was warm against your ear, and his voice was low, almost a growl, as he whispered, 'please.. let me hear you baby'. Hearing him begging heightened your arousal even more, making your inner thighs become soaked.

He pulled off your uniform and threw it on the floor, leaving you in nothing but your bra and pants. You moaned in pleasure as he traced your wetness on your pants gently using his finger. He hooked his fingers loosely in the waist banned of your pants and looked at you to ask if it was okay. The moan he received in response was enough, he pulled your pants down to your ankles and kneeled down before you. He licked his lips before placing his face in-between your legs, leaving wet kisses all over your inner thighs. You tug at his hair in pleasure, pushing his face even further up your thighs.

He then started licking your clit, slurping all your juices and leaving sloppy kisses in between your folds. You felt yourself grow close, unable to contain yourself anymore, ''I'm so close Sangwoo'', you said, moaning his name. He looked up at you, his chin soaked with your wetness, ''cum for me baby''. You came undone on his tongue as he continued to flick your clit. 'Yeah, just like that baby. You taste so good. You're being so good for me'' he whispered into your pussy.

He stood up and kissed you hungrily, his tongue entered your mouth deepening the kiss. You grinded against his hard erection making him moan into your ear. You then reached to his trousers to pull them down revealing the massive bulge in his pants. He moaned loudly as you palmed his cock through his pants. ''I-I need you'' he whispered into your neck, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down your body. You responded by pulling down his pants, freeing his cock dripping with pre-cum.

He stood back in-between your legs and lined himself up by your entrance. It felt like heaven. You didn't give a shit how loud you were being this point, you couldn't help it. The way he hit your sweet spot each thrust made you want to scream in pleasure. ''Fuck your so tight baby - I'm gonna cum'' he groaned, his head tilted back in pleasure. A second later you felt him come undone inside you, making you cum too.

You both were a panting mess. His face was buried in your neck, his breath hot against your skin as he caught his breath. He smiled gently at you, his expression softening in a way that you hadn’t expected. His thumb brushed delicately across your cheek, the movement tender, as if he were savouring the feel of your skin against his.

The moment was shattered by the crackling sound of your walkie-talkie. "Number 16, is the job done?" The cold, robotic voice from the other end felt distant, out of place in the intimacy of the room. You reached for the device, your hand still trembling slightly from the closeness you’d just shared with Sangwoo.

"Yes, it’s done," you replied, your voice steady, almost too steady, as if the words didn’t belong to you. They were just part of the job. The moment wasn’t yours to keep.

You placed the walkie-talkie back down on the small table beside you, your fingers brushing it lightly as you turned to Sangwoo. His eyes, still searching yours, softened as you stroked his hair gently, as though you were afraid he might disappear if you let go.

"Thank you," he said, his voice quiet but sincere, his smile a mixture of gratitude and something deeper, something harder to read. His hand reached up, cupping your face in his palm, and before you could even react, his lips pressed against your forehead. The kiss was gentle, almost reverent, and it left a warmth that spread throughout your chest.

"I’ll have to keep you in my room until the end of the games," you whispered, meeting his gaze, your voice dropping slightly with the gravity of your words. "Then I’ll sneak you back to the mainland. I can't risk them finding out you're still alive."

He kissed you again, this time on the lips—brief, but with an intensity that made your heart skip. You could feel the weight of the promise in his kiss, the unspoken bond forming between you. His eyes softened with understanding, nodding in agreement. You knew the risks, and so did he. You know you had made the right decision by sparing his life, you would break the rules one hundred more times if it meant he could live.

[pyxxiestyxx]

Truth and Rumors

You didn't exactly plan on being your space station's liaison to the Affini Compact, but everyone in leadership had fled into the darkness of space hours before the plant's first ships jumped into position. Clearly someone had tipped the C-Suite off somehow; honestly, you couldn't blame them. Everything you had heard about the Compact was…rather terrifying, really. Behemoth plants with rows upon rows of teeth, infectious parasites ready to take over your mind, eternal servitude and endless labor with no pay…you shuddered at the rumors, at the stories. Perhaps worse was the actual propaganda produced by the plants; not that you or anyone else on the station was legally allowed to watch it, but even the few still frames that were shown to you had painted a grisly picture. The limp figure of some Terran Navy hero, cuddled and coddled by the hulking beast of a plant behind her. Apparently they had changed the soldier's gender, or something? The report accompanying the image was rather unclear for that particular detail. And now, here you were: sitting nervously in the largest conference room on the station, the lone Terran at a desk made for over thirty to sit at comfortably. When the Compact had hailed your station, you were one of the few working the comms station, and everyone else had either fainted, screamed, or panicked. Not that you were much better, but it was apparently enough that you were voluntold to answer it. The voice of the caller was…strange. Different, somehow. Calming, and yet thrilling. She introduced herself as Lady Violetta Larella, Fourteenth Bloom, she/her. Blushing, you apologized for not referring to her by her title earlier. In your defense, you hadn't realized she was nobility. She seemed to enjoy that, for some reason. You had only been sitting at the table for a few minutes when there was a sharp knock at the door. The Lady entered as gracefully as one possibly could when entering a door made for someone at least five feet shorter, her long dress trailing behind her as she clasped her hands and smiled. "Hello, darling. It's so lovely to see you in the flesh, so to speak! And just look at you! Why, that video feed certainly dulled your charms~" Her voice was dripping with genuine affection as she stepped over to you, taking a knee and reaching an elegant hand out to tussle your hair. You couldn't help but shudder as she did so; your nerves dancing in abject joy as she gently pet your head. Your eyes slowly closed in utter delight as you sagged back into your chair, your tensed muscles relaxing one by one by one... "Oh, but I apologize! Playtime can come later, dear. Let's get down to business, shall we?" You blinked in confusion as you realized She had stopped petting you, and couldn't stop yourself from letting out the smallest of whimpers as She began to withdraw Her hand. Every single one of Her eyes, each of which ranked among some of the most verdant jewels you had ever seen, quickly seemed to shift and dance to a brilliant violet. Her hand returned, sending your worries scuttling for the door as She did so. "Well…perhaps we can take a few minutes, first. Just to make sure you have been thoroughly examined, of course; it would be my duty as Own…as Overseer of this operation to guarantee your mental and physical wellbeing~" You smiled dreamily as you were picked up and held by Lady Violetta, happy that everything you had heard about the Affini was so clearly wrong. She grinned at you, a wide smile that showed all Her many, many pretty teeth, and held up a single, succulent berry, the sight of which made your mouth water. "Now then…let's play a fun little game. When I stroke downward on your cheek, I want you to open your mouth…"

[aventurineswife]

Hello :D! Can I request how Aventurine, Sunday, and Ratio would handle accidentally taking a joke too far/saying something that hurt the reader?

A Joke Too Far

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Sunday x Reader, Ratio x Reader, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Miscommunication, Emotional Hurt/Healing, Fluff and Angst, Apologies and Redemption, Vulnerable Moments.

Warnings: Emotional Hurt, Minor Self-Deprecation, Angst and Tension, Characters may exhibit self-blame, Fluff resolution (Happy Ending), Sensitive themes of guilt and emotional wounds.

The usually unflappable Aventurine had made a misstep. What had started as light teasing about your supposed inability to bluff during a game of cards had spiraled into a sharp comment about your naivety in real life. Though it had been meant as a jest, your sudden silence spoke volumes. The flicker of pain in your eyes wasn’t something Aventurine could easily brush off.

He leaned back in his chair, feigning his usual relaxed demeanor as the cards slipped through his fingers, but his mind raced. His charm and wit had saved him countless times, yet here, it felt inadequate.

Standing, he made his way to your side, dropping to a crouch so he could meet your eyes. The air of playfulness softened, replaced by genuine contrition. “Well,” he said, voice quieter than usual, “it seems even I can misread the stakes. I didn’t mean to draw blood.”

You glanced at him, unsure how to respond.

“Let me make it up to you,” he continued, his lips twitching into a softer smile. “How about I put my pride on the table? A gamble just for you—I’ll let you choose the terms.” He tilted his head, his eyes catching the light. “All you have to do is say the word, and I’ll pay my dues.”

His sincerity shone through the offer, and you couldn’t help but let the tension in your shoulders ease. Aventurine had a way of making you feel seen, even when he stumbled.

Sunday was known for his eloquence and composed nature, but even he could falter. His comment, a teasing remark about how you seemed too attached to fleeting, mundane pleasures, was meant to be harmless. Instead, it struck a nerve, and you turned away sharply.

The halo behind him dimmed slightly, as though reflecting his own self-reproach. Sunday didn’t immediately speak; he knew words hastily given were often meaningless. Instead, he stepped closer, his presence warm yet unintrusive, like sunlight filtering through clouds.

“I have erred,” he began gently, his eyes searching for yours. “I did not intend to undermine what brings you joy. If I have caused you pain, it is my failure, not yours.”

His voice, calm and steady, carried the weight of sincerity. Sunday placed a hand over his heart, bowing his head slightly—a gesture of respect, almost reverent. “Your happiness, fleeting or eternal, is yours to cherish. I would never wish to diminish it.”

You glanced at him, finding it hard to hold onto your frustration in the face of his humility. Sunday smiled softly, the light behind him glowing a little brighter. “Perhaps I could learn from you, rather than judge. Show me the beauty you see—I would be honored.”

Ratio had been in the middle of one of his characteristically blunt tirades, critiquing a decision you had made during a project. His comment—that it was “hardly a surprise given your level of experience”—was not meant to wound, but the sharp edge of his tone had cut deeper than he realized.

When he noticed your silence, the shift in your posture, he paused. It wasn’t often that Ratio miscalculated, but when he did, he took it seriously. For a moment, he considered doubling down, justifying his words with logic, but the pang of guilt in his chest stopped him.

He took a breath, stepping closer. “I was careless,” he admitted, his voice softer than usual. His eyes, so often piercing, held a rare vulnerability. “My intent was to challenge, not to insult. But it seems I failed to consider how my words might be received.”

You glanced at him, surprised by the uncharacteristic apology.

Ratio removed his glasses, rubbing the bridge of his nose in a rare display of frustration. “The truth is, I respect your contributions more than I expressed. I let my standards obscure my appreciation.” He hesitated, then added, “I may not always convey it well, but your perspective is valuable to me.”

His straightforward approach made it clear he wasn’t just placating you, and slowly, the sting of his words began to fade. Ratio replaced his glasses and straightened, a small but genuine smile touching his lips. “Shall we try again? Together, this time.”

[exeggcute]

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Like did Link have regrets and probably some buried resentment for Zelda due to associating her with the events of oot, if mm and tp are anything to go by? Yeah. But let's not pretend that adult timeline Zelda didn't help Mr Kid in an Adult's Body Getting Brothel Jokes Made at Him dodge a fucking bullet. And child timeline Zelda's plan only fell apart because Rauru is an idiot.

You know what's worse than seeing some dudebro blaming OOT Zelda for "ruining Link's life"?

A "Zelink shipper" saying the same thing.

It's like being stabbed in the back lmao

I think not everyone understands her character:(

[evilminji]

Oh... oh no it's all coming together ( o.o)

Ya'll remember my Danny haunts Space Games post?

That but MORE SO. Harder. Like... ZONE GAME DEVELOPER PASSION PROJECT harder. Because? Special Interest chemicals go brrrrr~☆

And you KNOW... you absolutely FUCKING KNOW! That Danny was minding his business, going about his life, hyped as FUCK for the new Space Game 5 (a niche game but so what? It has REALISTIC physics! It's set on THE MOON!).

Has NOT stopped rambling on about it.

Been driving everyone insane, because it won't be out for MONTHS.

When~?

Youngblood, probably, goes "So what? That sound BORING. There barely anything to DO in that! Not like one of OUR Super Cool ZONE Video Games™. OURS are way better! And we gave LOADS more options then THAT! Now can we get back to-"

Freeze frame, record scratch.

Wait. WHAT!?

Danny is violently answers out of that eternal child faster then you can say "Dude! Chill!" Got them manic Obsession Eyes. Oops. Youngblood forgot Danny is Space Obsessed. But also PROTECTION Obsessed. Meaning he can't LEAVE where he is protecting.

You know.... FOR SPACE.

He needs a work around to feed his Obsession. Video games do it. Since he can go INTO them, but leave at a moments notice, if trouble happens. It's like being both IN SPACE but also AT HIS POST! Double Obsession Feeding! Happy chemicals! Mmmmm, content ecto-goo~

But now? NOW?! He's learning there is BETTER Space?!

WHERE IS THE BETTER SPACE?! *kicks open the portal*

It? Is a terrifying time for everybody. Thanks A LOT, Youngblood. It takes like... five Amazons and Pandora herself tackling the little menace, to get him still long enough to get a semi-coherent answer out of him. Stop him trying to shake down random ghosts for answers they can't GIVE.

Youngblood is grounded.

DANNY has an Obsession-crash headache, is really embarrassed, but honestly no one blames him. No one acts their best when they're Obsession gets suddenly triggered that hard. It was a poor man offered El Dorado, a scholar all the secrets in the world. He got swept up in it.

That SAID, yes, there IS a video game shop near here. There are, of course, countless such shops. It's the Zone. There are countless EVERYTHING. It's the nature of the Zone. Just don't harrass any of the developers and all will be well, Phantom. They're not afraid to put YOU in time out as well.

Deal! ( /☆.☆)/ *grabby hands*

There? Are so, SO many games. For systems Danny's never even HEARD off. Alien ones, new ones, long dead ones. Zone exclusives. It's less a shop and more a sprawling maze.

His grin is FERAL.

Space. Gaaaaaaames!!!

The more realistic the BETTER. Give him that living vicariously like an Astronaut DREAM. But fantasy maybe! Or in the future! Or deep space! Alien mayhaps! There are a few. The blended Obsessions that are kinda like his. Space and video-games instead of Space and Protection.

And? Oh~

Oh they are so SO realistic.

Impossible to play on any Earth computer, too. Not a single chance. Wouldn't even TRY and run. But! He is a Fenton! And he WILL have his Space Games! If his parents can make a portal in their basement? HE can make a Bank of Ectoplasmic Supercomputers in his spare room! Or Bedroom! Depends on renting prices!

He GUTS every landfill for MILES for usable parts.

"Liberates" parts from Rogues, left and right. Fuck their evil plans! He has computers to build! The Justice League? Baffled. Alarmed. Nooooot his problem!!!

He completes his works and? Oh~ the smile is both terrifying and fangy.

Spaaaaaaaace~☆

He starts College. On line, of course, he refuses to leave Amity. And Online can be done at his pace, at his hours. So? For once? He's actually doing WELL. Even BETTER? It helps him remember to leave them games every once and a while. Eat something. Be human.

But... well... it's like a slow flip of his Obsession starving. Now that he has all the Space he could ever want? He... suddenly finds Amity... peaceful? Which is GOOD! It's... it's GOOD.

.........just not for him.

He can almost physically FEEL him mind unclenching it's death grip on the town. Finger by finger. Hands releasing, letting go, as they... reach for something. As he starts taking NOTE of crime rates in major cities. Alien attacks and Rogues, Heros spread too thin, people getting HURT.

In need of PROTECTION.

He... he doesn't WANT to be that fickle. He LOVES Amity! It's his HOME. He wasn't protecting it just because he craved something to protect! In the end, he drags it out longer then he probably should, argues with himself, ignores the problem. Is STUBBORN.

It's only after Dani starts talking about coming back to Amity to stay with him, do the college thing like he did, that he realizes...

Amity's not his Haunt anymore.

They talk. She's excited to help him find a nice shit hole of a city to protect, but also worried because he looks really gaunt. He may LOVE Space... but...

It's the GHOST in him that loves Space. The Astronaut. The Kid who refused to die, who ate a PORTAL TO THE EVERYTHING and crawled out still exsistant, who told Death not only "not today" but "not EVER"? That kid had something to protect. Was and is and always will BE, protection. Himself, his friends, his family or the town. Doesn't matter WHAT it is.

He refused to go, so he could protect them.

The part that DID, though, was starlight. And yeah, he needs it. Feeds it desperately. But it... doesn't exactly support his human half, you know? Doesn't anchor him. Make him want to eat and sleep, be human and alive, connect with people.

Space makes him ghosty.

Dani ultimately convinces him, after spraying him down with a hose and shoving a cheeseburger down his face, to move to Metropolis with her. They get ALIENS! Have Aliens HEROS! BIG DESTRUCTIVE FIGHTS. With lots and LOTS of people who need help! Plus? Gotham is within a day trip!

And UNLIKE Gotham, the Ecto isn't RANK AF in Metropolis.

Seriously, it smells like a burst sewer pipe over there.

Danny agrees. Can totally afford a modest lil place thanks to some patents. Makes one HELL OF A SCENE moving in. With his giant, ominous, futuristic, weirdly day glow green glowing bank of super computers... in this, "we love our Alien Blorbo" Metropolis.

Cause Green and Glowing sure ain't welcome round these parts! No SIR! Somebody call the COPS!

Danny isn't even half way through, when Superman lightly touchs down, a forced grin plastered to his face. The "please, God, not another Rogue. Not a new one. Please!" all but RADIATING off him.

Hmmmmm....

Danny... kiiiinda forgot not everyone was as "I see fuckin NOTHING, man" as Amity natives. Awkward. Welp! Fenton Oblivious Gene's, ACTIVATE!

"Oh, HIIIIIII~☆ Superman! What brings you round these parts? Gosh, it's an honor! Dani! Come meet SUPERMAN!"

Clark knows what he's doing. Danny knows, Clark knows what he's doing. They are both from the Midwest. They ain't gonna break first! You kidding? Clark still has to ask. Inserts himself by INSISTING on helping. A welcome to Metropolis! Ha ha! (How long we gonna lie for, kid? How long? I can do this all day.)

Clark? Learns that Danny has become ABSURDLY knowledgeable about terraforming, spacecraft, aerospace engineering and anything else related to Space Survival. Thanks to... his "games".

Which Clark is PRETTY sure? Are creatively set up, alien, training programs. Cause both of the Fentons are DEFINITELY at least partially non-human. But, eh. Who is he to judge? The "mad scientist" vibe, though... THAT is his to judge. Which he does.

Routine check ins!

And pasta bakes. Because good lord, Fenton, you are skin and bones! And? If it helps with both Watchtower maintenance AND some killer articles? Because Danny is a fountain of Space related knowledge who loves to share it? That's between Clark and the weird, semi-feral, gremlin he's adopted! (Yes, honey, he KNOWS Danny is a grown man. But I did it with BRUCE-)

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What would the yandere like diluc, kaeya, Childe, dainsleif and dottore (more characters) do or react like, if while severely punishing the reader for trying to escape, she will be severely injured and in a vegetative state or brain dead??? This alive and dead at the same time could be.

A Love That Won't Wake

Synopsis: You made a final, desperate attempt to escape your obsessive captor, but it has ended in tragedy. In their fury, your captors inflicted a punishment too severe, leading to an irreversible consequence—you're left in a vegetative state, trapped between life and death. Pairings: [Separate] Yandere Diluc, Kaeya, Childe, Dainsleif, Dottore, Cyno, Scaramouche, Wriothesley x Brain dead Reader

Diluc – The Ghost of a Love Lost

Diluc was never one to lose control… until you.

The moment you collapsed in his arms, your fragile body broken beyond repair, something in him shattered.

He remains by your bedside in a grand, candlelit chamber, watching your still form as if waiting for you to wake up.

Every day, he reads to you, brushes your hair, whispers apologies against your cold fingers. He blames himself—no, he hates himself.

His hands were meant to protect you, not bring you to this state. Yet, deep down, a part of him still clings to the delusion that you can hear him. That maybe, one day, you’ll look at him again.

And until then, he will suffer beside you, forever haunted by his mistake.

Kaeya – A Lover in Ice

Kaeya laughs, but it is hollow, bitter, edged with madness. His hands tremble as he strokes your face, the very hands that reduced you to this unresponsive doll.

“You always did want to leave me, huh?” he murmurs, voice breaking. His sapphire eye glows dangerously as he tightens his grip. “Well, too bad. You belong to me, still breathing or not.”

He keeps you in the coldest part of his estate, preserving you like a fragile sculpture of ice, adorned in the finest silks and jewels.

He continues speaking to you as if nothing has changed, playing his cruel little games where he pretends you’re still resisting him, just so he can feel something other than this gnawing, unbearable emptiness.

Childe – The Eternal Battle

At first, Childe refuses to accept it. “Tch, c’mon, stop messing around,” he chuckles, shaking you gently.

But when your eyes don’t flicker open, when your lips don’t part to curse him—his world crumbles. He falls to his knees, clutching his head, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

He stays by your side, desperately searching for a cure, offering absurd amounts of mora to any healer who might have a solution. But when the truth finally sinks in, he breaks completely.

He treats your body like a fragile trophy, sitting beside you, murmuring about the fights you could’ve had, the life you could’ve lived.

“I should’ve been gentler,” he admits, voice raw. “But if you wake up, I’ll do better. I swear.”

Yet, he knows you never will.

Dainsleif – The Curse of Immortality

Dainsleif had spent centuries enduring loss, but this? This was unbearable.

He looks upon your unmoving form, realizing that even with his cursed longevity, he cannot bring you back.

He becomes obsessed with searching for answers, reading ancient texts, seeking the Abyss for something—anything—that could restore you.

And when all hope fades, he remains at your side, speaking softly, reminiscing on the past, whispering his regrets. His hands never leave yours, as if his touch alone could bring you back.

In his heart, he knows you are lost, but he refuses to let go.

Even if you are trapped in this limbo forever, so will he be.

Dottore – A Broken Doll Can Still Be Fixed

Dottore doesn’t weep. He doesn’t despair. Instead, he grins, tilting his head as he examines your limp body with a clinical sort of fascination.

“How unfortunate,” he muses, brushing a gloved hand over your cheek. “But don’t worry, my dear. This is merely a new phase of our experiment.”

He keeps you alive with machinery, implants, modifications—turning you into a puppet he can control. He speaks to you as if you are still responsive, convinced that with enough adjustments, he can restore you.

And if he can’t? Well, at least you can never escape him now.

Cyno – Judgment in Silence

Cyno stares at you, hands clenched at his sides, his expression unreadable.

His punishment was meant to discipline, to teach you obedience—not destroy you.

A hollow feeling settles in his chest, an ache he cannot name. He watches over you with silent devotion, unable to leave your side, barely speaking, barely eating.

It is a cruel irony, that he—the one who delivers judgment—has become the very thing he despises. He vows to atone, though he does not know how.

Every day, he waits. Every day, he hopes. And when no miracle comes, he kneels beside your bed, bowing his head in silent, endless regret.

Scaramouche – A Love That Never Dies

Scaramouche seethes, his fingers curling into fists as he glares down at your lifeless face.

“No,” he spits, voice trembling. “No, no, NO! This wasn’t supposed to happen!”

He throws a fit of rage, smashing everything in sight before collapsing beside you, his chest heaving.

He refuses to accept this. You are his. You can’t just… leave him like this.

He grips your shoulders, shaking you violently, desperate for any sign of life. And when none comes, he sinks into a suffocating silence.

He keeps your body close, speaking to you, laughing, screaming—pretending you can hear him. He will never move on. He will never let you go.

Even in death, you are his, forever and always.

Wriothesley – The Prisoner and the Warden

Wriothesley was never one to lose control, yet the sight of your broken form sends an unbearable weight crashing over him.

His breath catches as he kneels beside you, his hands shaking. “What have I done…?” His voice is hoarse, filled with something he never thought he’d feel—guilt.

He isolates himself with you, locking you away in the coldest depths of the Fortress of Meropide.

No one is allowed to see you, to touch you. You are still his prisoner, but now… you are also his punishment.

He reads to you, strokes your hair, apologizes in whispers that never reach you. He doesn’t expect forgiveness—he knows he doesn’t deserve it.

But still, he waits.

Even if you never wake up, he will never leave your side.

[starlostseungmin]

husband!hyunjin

✰ notes: here concludes my husband!skz series with hyunjin. i hope you enjoyed this as much as i enjoyed writing everyone! not proofread and not edited. DO NOT FORGET TO REBLOG, COMMENT AND LEAVE TAGS! thank you <33

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Husband Hyunjin whom everyone expected to make a grand proposal, prepared a simple candlelight dinner in your shared apartment and cooked your favorite meals. You thought it was just a usual dinner date at home which you’d do sometimes. He suddenly got down on one knee and opened a small box with a diamond ring, “Will you be my everlasting muse? The one who would love to spend the rest of their life with me?” 

Husband Hyunjin who cried and hugged you tightly as he thanked you for saying yes. 

Husband Hyunjin who was the happiest and got emotional during the weddingーmentally screaming, hair-ripping, toe-curling, exaggerated excitement (sincere), and deeply in thought about how he would spend an eternity with you. 

Husband Hyunjin who loves to stare at you while talking, especially on your lips thinking how much he wants to kiss you. His kisses start with innocent, soft, and warm then later change into intimate, hot, and intoxicating which makes you get addicted to them. 

Husband Hyunjin who loves to be babied and cuddled when he’s tired or just wants to be a small spoon whenever he feels like it. He’d refuse to go to work just to stay in bed all day with you. 

Husband Hyunjin whose dates consist of visiting art museums, picnics, watching musicals or movies, evening strolls, and road trips. Sometimes it gets over the moon when he decides to take you to (country) because you’ve been dying to visit the place. He giggled nonstop when he surprised you that he bought the tickets. 

Husband Hyunjin who would always bring his sketchbook and camera on dates just to take a picture of you or make his hand busy sketching a portrait of you just because he finds you beautiful every time. He will show them to you when he’s done. The pictures or sketches will be hung on your shared apartment's wall for safekeeping and memories. 

Husband Hyunjin who drives you crazy when he’s just doing normal things like simply unbuttoning his polo, rolling up his sleeves, taking off his jacket showing his bodybuild especially when he wears a tanktop inside, brushing his bangs upward, dancing? It would add fuel to the fire when he kisses you like a man starved from your touch. 

Husband Hyunjin who brings you food and medicine when you get sick. He will probably take his day off from work depending on how fast your recovery is that it would take days for him to sit there and take care of you. The type to make sure that you won’t die since he would end up grieving so hard. “It’s just a mild flu, Hyunjin.” “Are you sure?” 

Husband Hyunjin who is loud and dramatic whenever he realizes he got betrayed, lost a game, or is just being dumb (lovingly). He and Jisung are a perfect match and you’re the one who actually gets in between. 

Husband Hyunjin who gets shy whenever you compliment him but sometimes he would feel a blast of confidence that he gives you a wink as a response and becomes flirty.

Husband Hyunjin who loves to make a fool of himself, vocabulary just consists of memes (you can blame Han and Felix for that) cringes at his own cuteness and regrets it later just to make you laugh. 

Husband Hyunjin who lets you play with his long hair. He loves it when you do pigtails. You often tease him that he looks like Boo from Monsters Inc. 

Husband Hyunjin whom Kkami wants to disown. 

Husband Hyunjin who tries his hardest to comfort you as best as he can whenever he sees you being vulnerable in trying times. Promised not to leave you alone until you feel better, crack a dad joke he got from Chan to lift the atmosphere (which is effective by the way) and take you to his arms, whispering how he is proud of you. 

Husband Hyunjin who made a playlist filled with songs that make him think about you, scream your vibe, and the ones that would portray his exact feelings. Sometimes he would write down lyrics about how lovesick and hopeless romantic he is. All songs and melodies are heavily inspired by you. 

Husband Hyunjin who loves to send you selfies, videos of him taken by the members that serve husband material, and voice messages whenever he’s abroad because he misses you so much that he cries himself to sleep and can’t wait to go home. It’s also necessary to send you short vlogs and pictures of sceneries of the places he went without you because of work and leave messages like, “This reminds me of you.” “It’s beautiful, isn’t it? Let’s visit this place together soon!” “I’m sure you’d like these souvenirs I got you!” “The food out here is great! Treat me here soon!” 

Husband Hyunjin whose love languages are words of affirmation, physical touch, gift-giving, quality time, and acts of service. 

Husband Hyunjin who loves to spoil you even if you tell him not to spend a lot of money on you but he won’t listen and insists on accepting them. 

Husband Hyunjin who doesn’t admit his mistakes during the first few minutes of the argument but later apologizes over and over again and promises never to do it again. He’s also the type that is hard to make up with but he can’t keep it up for hours and just cuddles you whispering “I’m sorry, I’ll do better.” 

Husband Hyunjin who gets jealous easily and is possessive whenever he sees you having a good time with his members. “I’m yours, Hyunjin. Don’t worry.” You’d say but you know that is not enough for him so he’d show you to whom you belong (affectionately, or depending on how you both want it).

Husband Hyunjin who refused to get a divorce when you felt that your marriage was falling apart because he couldn’t imagine his life without you. He won’t let go of you easily and you didn’t even make any attempts to leave him. 

Husband Hyunjin who is careful whenever in talks of having kids because your decision matters in this relationship but he would reassure you that if you ever wanted to have one, he will be the best dad your kid could ask for. 

Husband Hyunjin who is the most precious, kind, and pure to your heart that you wouldn’t even want to live a life without him. He is the moon and stars to your night, the sunshine after the rain, the rose amongst the thorns, and the pretty shells you find on a beach where no one knows. 

Husband Hyunjin who holds your hand and intertwines your fingers as he kisses your knuckles saying, “I love you.” 

Husband Hyunjin whose wedding vows are not enough to show how much he would love to spend his entire life with you. “I fucking love you so fucking much and we’re married, you can’t leave. You’re stuck with me whether you like it or not!” 

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