#I KNOW im getting somewhere and somewhere good too

[puppypow57]

ohhhhh jayce talis the kids miss you 💔💔💔 im genuinely appalled at both the fandom and the arcane writers. specifically the arcane writers for mentioning very heavy plot points then never exploring them again. cuz what do you mean we see jayce surviving off of pretty much nothing, with a broken back, leg, shoulder, and a possible brain injury, slowly going insane? we see the whismy drain out of him in record time, only for the next time we see him in episode 8 hes perfectly fine and he just needed a shower and it turns out the violent hallicinations he was having in episode 6 were literally just a viktor proximity sensor and not at all trauma induced??? like episode 6 was setting him up as having gone conpletely insane, shooting viktor, having an episode in a public area, like, the actual possibilities to explore his trauma were thrown away cuz the writers needed him to be this serious soldier guy. not to mention how his leg disability is never fucking mentioned again except for his leg brace breaking in a blink-and-youll-miss-it shot, only for him to easily run to mel afterwards as if his leg was never injured. like...??? we just got shown a full episode of him enduring mind bending trauma only for them to show us jayce being perfectly fine, conpletely juxtaposing episode 6!! honestly respect to the animators and music artists for making such good content for a season with such horrific writing.the arcane writers fumbled every character so bad that despite the atrocious writing for jayce he somehow manages to get the best arc out of every other main character in the whole show.

oh, and dont get me STARTED. on the fandom's perception of jayce. 94% of so called 'jayce fans' are literally only interested in jayvik, and 67% of those are only interested in viktor within the ship. we have a man who suffered tremendously and the only thing people can fucking say about it is "no way it mirrored viktors life 🥺🥺🥺" even though it BARELY did, my biggest point being that viktor had to metaphorically climb out of zaun whereas jayce had to literally climb out (and, probably with his leg still half broken, causing it to get fucked up more as he climbed) !!! like, every time I see a fic where jayce doesnt shoot viktor and he brushes off his time in the au like it was nothing a piece of me dies inside. its literally the same as vi's prison trauma being shortened down to like, one line she said in s1. i dont understand why both the fandom and arcane itself really likes to pick and choose which character is allowed to be traumatized, like: jinx- yes vi- no, viktor-yes (?) jayce - no, ekko - no, like... all of these characters have horrific trauma, why are only a few actually aknowledged??? okay okay rant over guys, ive had all these points stewing in my head for weeks and i needed to get them out somewhere, seeing all the reblogs and comments healed me knowing there are other people who aknowledge jayces trauma too

s2 Jayce makes me ill oh my god my boy someone save him I can’t believe they compounded his trauma and then didn’t even discuss it- the fandom didn’t even really discuss it

We joke about the raw salamanders but he couldn’t make a fire for a long time when he was stuck in that ravine. It was visibly wet at the bottom. This means he was stuck in a cold, dark, wet crevasse of rock, alone for a minimum of two or three months - long enough to grow that beard

We’ve known from day 1 that Jayce holds onto his trauma from the blizzard. It’s the cold, the loneliness, the helplessness. It’s the root of his anxiety. It’s the pressure behind his motivation. Decades later and he still fusses over loved ones being cold.

The ravine is already awful for any character but it doubled down on all the things Jayce specifically is weak to. All of the things he struggles the most with were shoved at him on top of an already horrible situation

All this to say: his mental state Was Not Intact or Stable. He had been eating raw amphibian for ages by the time he had access to fire, and I do not think he was fully checked in when he got to that point. Guy was operating on autopilot. This is so upsetting I hate it here

[jjjjeonww]

so…! i’ve made a decision. after everything i’ve been going through irl, i’m going to quit tumblr. i know this may seem sudden; and that you think “oh! but you seem fine yuna!” but i’m actually not fine. i’ve been going through a lot silently (for years now, since like the age of 10-12..) and i don’t think tumblr will help me with my mental health. yes; it’s my safe space, somewhere i would go to when no one was there for me. but now, i think i need to face the real challenges, i can’t have tumblr being my safe space anymore. please know that i still love my 181 followers. each and every single one of you are so special to me.

to my mutuals, you all have done so much for me, and i’m grateful for that. i’m grateful for whatever tumblr has given and granted me. i’m sorry that i’m leaving - though i don’t think anybody would really be affected by my leaving - i still apologize. i hope that maybe one day, just one day, i can come back. come back to this, come back to the love i’ve been getting.

to: @gyubakeries

tiya, you were my first mutual here, and i remember how you greeted me with open arms and such kindness, and i’ll remember that forever my fav gyuldaengie🤍 and i guess i’ll not be seeing that woozi fic, sigh. it’ll be in my heart though, and you’ll be in my heart too.

to: @96z

naya!! im not sure if you’ll see this but when i went to the waterpark - nothing leaked, your advice worked <3 i love you for that, i love you always🩵

to: @kwonienana

my make out sesh partner!! my nana!! i’m sad i wont see the 3rd part to unsent!woozi, but i’ll imagine that reader n him have a good ending. i love you so so so so much, please remember that my delusional-texted-hoshi-on-insta-girl💋

to: @jooyeonsvape

amb, my favourite jooyeon stan, i was so glad to have met another villain on tumblr. and i was glad it was someone so sweet and so kind. i love your fics, every one of them, and i love you. ❤️

to: @studioeisa

kae, my favourite 8star!! i have always loved every single one of your works, and i’m glad that i met a carat-villain, even glader (thats not a word but) that it was you. you were so kind to me, so sweet, so loving. i think now, whenever i see gunil, i’ll think of you. 💚

to: @antoncore

cee!! i loved discussing and talking to you about … riize’s … sizes…💜 (hey that rhymes!) when i first met you, i had no idea that you were secretly this freaky, and to think that you r so cute😭 (personality n looks!) i love you my favourite anton stan💕

to: @chenlezip

anna! my cutie, the woozi fic you wrote for me - i loved it so much. i think i’ve read it daily this week, i’ll never forget it, and i will never ever forget you my darling🤍 (and the jaem series bc WTF I LOVED IT SMM)

to: @seokminfilm

LYR!!! i guess i’m never getting that down bad seok fic huh?? hehe - it’s fine. i just loved talking to you about it, and i thank you once again, for making me one of the main characters in your fic, and a thank you for making mingyu down bad in that fic🤭 i love u my lyric🩶

to: @wonkierideul

this… this one was really hard to write. nini, out of all of my moots - i have to say you’re my favourite. i’m sorry to all the others, but you have a special place in my heart. you’ll always have a special place in my heart. i’m sorry we never got to vc properly, i’m sorry for all the things i’ve done that have pissed you off. i’m sorry, for leaving you. i’ll see you when i see junhui. and, when i see soonhoon, i’ll smile, but feel a pain in my heart, knowing that was once us, not anymore though.

to: @starstrawb

my silly squirrel, i thank you for all of the kind words you’ve said to me, i thank you for all of the good morning and good night messages, all of the ‘checking up on you’ messages. i thank you for everything, the love, the adoration, everything that you’ve given me. i’m sorry i couldn’t give you the same kind of love, but just know i tried my absolute best. 🐿️

to: @kissbyoon

another one that was hard to write. liza, the jeonghan who loves to annoy the woozi, i loved getting annoyed by you, i always did. i loved every single moment with you, even your most delusional ones. i hope you know that i love you. i hope you know that sadly - i’ll not be coming back. maybe i will. maybe i wont. most likely i wont. i’m sorry to say i wont be coming back like how jeonghan is. and please lili, dont wait for me like you’re waiting for jeonghan and wonwoo. it pains me to know that.

to: @gyuwrites

for some reason, we started off as mutuals who just followed each-other, then a stupid anon came in and ruined my chances of actually getting to know you. that’s one of my biggest regrets. maybe in another life we could meet again, and start off good that time. thank you for your support ashley. 💙

to: @noircheols

seilah, thank you for yapping to me, thank you for trusting me with your rants. and just overall, thank you for trusting me. i’ll remember our little yap sessions, where we talked shit, where we vented, where we just… yapped together. it felt right. but me leaving you? it doesn’t. i hope you get a job soon, just know i’ll always be praying for you. 🖤

to: @vernons-wifey12

renee, thank you for the daily horanghaes, i think you were my first ever dolly stan, apart from @/rosiemain and @/seokminfilm. i really enjoyed the time when we were enjoying eachother’s virtual presence, i love you my vernon💗

to: @rosiemain

my roro, i’ll miss you so much. if i could give you a hug, i really would. but for now - does a virtual hug work? 🫂. you’re my favourite woozidan, my absolute favourite. i once said i would never want to find another woozidan ( to @/hanniescookie ) but i’m glad i have. i’m sorry our time of friendship together was so short. i’m rooting you get your boy, and i hope ‘🦢’ gets run over by a truck. i love you forevermore my girl.

to: @hanniescookie

and yet, another hard one. augustine. oh, i didn’t know leaving you would be this hard. i don’t know. i don’t know what i would do without you. your words were the main reason i kept going. no actually, YOU were the main reason i kept going. no matter how fat i felt, how insecure i was, your words broke through them. and you broke down the wall i had built just to get closer to me, i’m sorry to say that now, the wall has been renewed, and there’s no way to destroy it now. i’ll love you my jeonghan to my wonwoo. and i’ll remember you, always and forever.

to: @seokmn

and yet another moot who i have barely gotten to know. thank you for reblogging my jiung smau <3 i hope you can find a boyfie that’s just like loser boy jiung hehe 🐍

to: @honeyhae-svt

미안해, 아내야. 이렇게 일찍 떠나서 미안해. 우리가 서로에게 보낸 음성 메모가 즐거웠어요 ㅎㅎ . 그리울거야. 진짜. 사랑해요. 정말 많이. 나를 잊지마 내 예쁜 소녀야 ㅋㅋㅋㅋ 사랑해☹️💓

to: @dokyumms

my texas girlie, pls pls pls think of me when someone mentions young sheldon🤓🤓 but really, legit thank you for becoming moots with me, it was such an honour!! i’ll never forget you. never. this - i swear. i love u lovie💖

to: @kyeomviiee

oh my sweet sweet kae. thank you for all the moodboards you have made me. i hope your break is going well, i hope u think of me hehe😛 but really, take good rest love, i’ll be by your side, just think i’m there with you. 💞

to: @polarisjisung

another moot who i wanted to get to know but sadly did not. thank you for following me, i have no idea why you!! hua!! would follow some one like me but hey i aint complaining <3 take good care of anna for me💜

to: @iamdkayyyyy

thank you for your playlist, and for the wonwoo fic, i really really loved both of it🤍 you are soo soo soo soo kind, and i really love you for that. thank you for everything soumaya🌹

let me take a breather.

and now - to the rest of the people who have supported me, thank you. for everything. literally everything. i love EVERY. SINGLE. ONE. OF. YOU. no matter what you’ve done to me. thank you for all the joy you’ve brought to me on tumblr.com !! my journey on here will be marked in my heart as my favourite journey.

thank you, and this is @jjjjeonww signing off. good night, good evening, good afternoon, and good morning to all of you.

(i’ve gotten questions about whether some people can still publish some works they have made for me and my answer is yes, you can still publish it.)

[sneakyevillurker]

Observer/pred couple where the observer helps the pred eat unwilling prey and gets off to the sounds of the agonizingly slow digestion, gradually realizing how much they want to be in there even knowing it’d be painful and permanent…they love the pred, love hearing the pred’s sated noises and listening to the noisy gut, what better way to show that love than to feed their hunger directly? Only to find out that since they were the first willing prey, they get turned into sentient fat, layered over that soft belly and able to hear and feel those gurgles forever more… bonus points if the pred somehow realizes the situation and gets way more handsy with themself to show appreciation for their former lover-turned-lunch making such a “generous” sacrifice 😍🫠

WOW.... like this is GENUINELY a scenario I enjoy SO MUCH and discussed and thought about a lot. Like with someone who I'm close to who also likes vore like wow tjis is actually perfect. im glad i get to talk about it here !!!!! Thank you for the ask ... also disclaimer theres some talk of sex in this so yah. Be warned ...

You have a couple who's been together for a fairly long time, basically knowing everything there is to know about each other, including their more *peculiar* interests. With the main subject here being vore, obviously, but with the pred initially not knowing they can eat people. One day, the couples in bed together, getting hot and heavy with each other, with part of the foreplay being a little vore role-playing, talking about how good they observer would feel sliding down their throat, how full they'd make their gut, all the usual stuff you can imagine. But for whatever reason (humor me a bit, i suck at writing LOL), this time the pred somehow manages to get their partner halfway down their throat before realizing what was going on, managing to cough them back up before they accidentally ate them.

The pred would be initially shocked and horrified at nearly DEVOURING the love of their life, obviously not expecting to have almost swallowed them whole, the obsever not nearly as shaken up by the experience, somehow seeming invigorated by nearly getting a tour of their partners digestive tract. After the shock of almsot getting swallowed whole, the two would discuss what happened, coming to the realization that their once impossible fantasy is now possible! From there, they'd discuss possible ways of getting the pred meals, ways where you could easily get someone back home with you, with the observer happily assisting their partner in these endeavors. They'd start going out to clubs, letting the pred attract the attention of any soon to be meals, singling out people they'd figure would be easy to catch. Pretty quickly, you'd have creeps getting a little too handsy at the bar getting lured away somewhere private, a bathroom, the alleyway outside anywhere without prying eyes, watching.

The pred would get them alone, promises of a good time getting their soon to be meal to isolate themselves, with what they though would be a kiss turning out to be something much more deep and intimate than that. The pred would savor the taste of their catch, the obsever quickly helping keep the prey trapped by holding down any errant limbs that may cause trouble, encouraging the pred to gulp them down, pushing them deeper into their partners mouth to help finish the job. The pred would manage to scarf down any would-be suitors, waddling away with the help of their partner as they'd make their way back home, eager to spend time with each other after such a successful night out. It'd start off with shock, the realization that the pred actually managed to eat someone, followed by praise for doing so by the observer, as they quickly get their hands on the preds gut, much to their pleasure, and their meals displeasure, squirming and screaming to be let out as the couple enjoys their unwilling participant for the night.

It'd start off with the obvious, belly rubs from the observer, quickly loting up the stuffed organ as they help soothe their partners' bloated belly. Even though they managed to get them down, it doesn't mean it feels too great, with how stretched the meal had made their stomach, the fine line between a nice, filling meal and feeling like you're about to burst would be thin, the observer doing their best to ease the feelings, kneading away at their partners gut to help melt down their meal, kissing and massaging it as they tell them how fun it was getting them a meal. From here, things would go from bad to worse for the meal, with not only how tight and cramped their temporary prison was, the stomach acid dripping onto them and pooling underneath them, but things would quickly growing hot and heavy between the couple, the pred using their belly as make shift support while their partner helps turn their meal into mush another way, thrusting into the pred from behind, grinding against the preds ass as their belly presses down onto the floor, crushing their meal. The person would scream and squirm during all this, doing little more than sending up the occasional belch from the pred, as their environment grew worse and worse, soon being unable to struggle as the last of their energy is spent, crushed bemath the weight of two bodies and the constant grinding from said bodies, soom getting tuened into an unrecognizable mush inside the preds gut.

Fast forward to the next day, and the pred has EASILY an extra 40 pounds, their clothes straining against their newly fattened body, both the pred and observer being INCREDIBLY pleased with the results of last night, and deciding to continue doing what they did. Imagine this going on for however long you want, with the observer enjoying every pound the pred puts on, playing with their chubby belly, groping their widening hips, telling them how beautiful they look with such a soft face, howcute the stretch marks they'd gotten were, ect. They'd then start growing more and more enamored with the idea of being the one trapped in their partners' gut and melting into more of them, having nearly been the first one to do so, they'd decide to one day ask to be eaten by their partner, with the the pred initially being apalled at the idea of it, not wanting to digest them like they had nearly done before, but with the observer saying how much they care for the pred, how much they enjoy being with them and love them, and how they never wanna be apart from them, the pred would soon relent, agreeing to eat them, much to the observers (zoom to be preys) delight. They'd set up one last special night together, a nice night out, with a romantic dinner for the two, the pred having one last treat to top the night off. They'd talk about how much they love and care for each other, how they're glad they met each other, every romantic thing you could imagine, before returning home to one last night of passion between the two, each enjoying the gains the pred had made with the observers help, before the inevitable conclusion of the night came, the pred offering one last time to not eat the obsever, withnthem refusing.

The pred would be slow and sensual with their partners' devourment, making sure to treat them with love and care as they took in their flavor and shape, making sure to get every little detail about them in their head before they ate them, with their prey enjoying every second of it, moaning and squriminh inside the preds throat as they feel themself being sampled like any other meal to pass between their partners lips, soon meeting the same conclusion as every meal does finding themself curled up inside their partners chubby gut. The pred would rub and caress their belly lovingly, feeling their partner squirm and moan as they took in their new home, their prey seemingly enjoying it more than they had expected, the prey also being surprised at just how *good* it felt inside, having heard the yelling crying of their partners previous meal, they'd anticipated a painful ordeal, only to be pleasantly surprised by the opposite! The pred and prey would soon fall asleep, knowing that by tomorrow morning, only one of them would awake, both knowing the prey would be nothing more than an extra layer of chub adorning the preds body, another size up, another stretch mark on growing figure.

But to the surprise of both parties, both of them would wake up the next day, albeit in MUCH different conditions. The pred would initially wake up, slightly sad about last nights events, rubbing away at their slightly fatter belly. Although they were happy to have their partner be part of them, they were sad that wellz they were gone, or so they thought.

(SORRY to interupt if you were enjoying the read so far.

SO. I LOVE sentient fat a lot, but there's like. Two separate ideas of it i enjoy that are slightly different. One being a more obvious sentience wuth the prey being sble to talk to the pred, sort like a voice inside your head situationz the other being a more passive role, with the pred feeling the preys presence on their body, a warm feeling here, a jiggle oit of nowhere there, the body reacting to the mention of said prey, ect. I kinda wanna write about both, maybe soon i will BUT here like. Voice in your head one!!)

They'd hear a voice in their head, at first thinking they were imagining it, with how it sounded EXACTLY like their partner,but as the voice grew clearer and spoke more, they'd realize, their partner was still there!! Albeit as nothing more than fat padding out of the preds body. They'd squeeze and rub at it, giggling at the preys response, saying how wonderful it felt as the pred gropes and squeezes at their fattened frame, smacking their belly a bit as they say how happy they are to still have them with them, to their preys agreement. They'd have to find new clothes to accommodate their new passenger, but itd be well worst the cost of being able to keep their partner with them

UGHHGGG i cant state how much i love these kind of scenarios in vore. My sub-par writing skills dont do my thoughts justice when it comes to writing about stuff like this,but even so i hope u enjoyed the writing. I need to sleep now but i couldn't get this out my mind. So Good night all again i hopeyou guys liked...

[dreamykira]

One Way or Another Pt. 4 I IN-HO x reader

˗ˏˋSUMMARY ´ˎ˗

╰┈➤ After discovering a secret passageway in In-ho’s suite, the reader makes a daring escape, navigating through hidden corridors and nearly making it out. Will she succeed or will she be dragged back to captivity?

˗ˏˋWARNINGS ´ˎ˗

╰┈➤ in-ho is mean in this one, physical violence against reader, reader gets injured. if i missed any then pls let me know!!!

˗ˏˋAUTHOR'S NOTE ´ˎ˗

╰┈➤ long time no see😅 im sorry guys for just disappearing. im trying to manage school, work and family drama all at once rn. anyways im back (i think). i'll try to write pt. 5 and pt. 6 tonight so i have at least something to post during the week (i don't have any hw for tmrw and im feeling inspired rn). ALSOOOOO big big thank you to @androgynous-lady because she gave me so many good ideas for this part. i could literally call her my co-writer at this point!!!!

word count: 1876

The moment In-ho left, you moved.

Every second alone was a gift, a chance to search, to plot, to find a way out of this gilded cage. You had traced every inch of the suite, memorizing its layout, studying its weaknesses. And yet, until now, there had been no clear exit.

But that music box…

It had always struck you as odd—the way it sat on the same cabinet, untouched yet ever-present, playing that eerie melody whenever In-ho watched the games. You had seen him linger by it, fingers brushing against the wood before turning away, as if it held some secret only he understood.

And maybe it did.

Your heart pounded as you approached the cabinet, running your hands along the edges. It seemed solid at first, but then— A subtle indentation, a shift in the wood where it shouldn’t be.

You pressed against it.

Click.

A panel slid open, revealing a dark, narrow passageway beyond.

Your breath caught.

This was it.

Without hesitation, you slipped inside, closing the panel behind you. The air was thick, stale, the space barely wide enough for you to move comfortably. A faint red emergency light glowed along the floor, leading deeper into the unknown.

You had no idea where this led, but that didn’t matter. Forward was your only option.

✧˚ · .

The tunnel twisted and turned, forcing you to move carefully. Pipes lined the walls, humming with energy, carrying water or air to unseen places. You had to crouch in some areas, the ceiling pressing low, making every breath feel shallow, every movement tense.

Somewhere in the distance, you heard the faint echo of voices—guards, most likely, stationed in the hidden spaces between the walls. You pressed forward, silent as a ghost, ears straining to pick up anything useful.

Then, a metal grate came into view ahead of you.

Cautiously, you knelt and peered through the slats.

Below was a control room, smaller than the one In-ho usually occupied but still filled with monitors, screens flickering with live footage of the games. A single guard sat at a console, his back to you, oblivious to your presence.

Your fingers curled around the grate, an idea forming. If you could drop down, maybe you could take him out, steal his uniform, his keycard—

No. Too risky.

You kept moving.

✧˚ · .

Meanwhile, In-ho returned to the suite.

The moment he stepped inside, he knew something was wrong. The air felt… empty. Still.

His gaze flickered to the couch, where you usually sat. Nothing. The bedroom door—open, untouched.

A slow, cold realization settled in his chest.

You were gone.

In-ho exhaled through his nose, setting his mask down with precise care. Then, he turned sharply, striding toward the nearest intercom panel. His voice was measured, but there was an unmistakable edge to it.

“Pull up the security footages. Now.”

The guards hesitated. “Sir?”

“You heard me,” he said, sharper this time. “Find her.”

A few tense moments passed. Then, one of the guards responded.

“Sir, we have a location.”

In-ho’s jaw clenched. “Where?”

“She’s in the hidden passageways.”

His fingers tightened against the desk. “Don’t intercept her yet. Tell me where she’s headed.”

“Understood.”

He wasn’t going to let them drag you back like some runaway prisoner.

No.

He was going to find you himself.

✧˚ · .

You had no idea how much time had passed before you found the second door. After pushing it open, you were met with a dimly lit hallway.

Heart hammering, you stepped over the threshold, feeling cool tile beneath your socked feet. This wasn’t part of the main complex, at least not the part you had seen before. The walls were industrial, metal panels replacing the pristine luxury of the suite. You had made it somewhere deeper, somewhere real.

And yet, you didn’t have time to marvel. You needed to move.

You hurried down the hall, scanning for signs, exits, anything to tell you where you were. Doors lined the corridor, some marked with cryptic symbols, others left unmarked entirely. You paused near one and pressed your ear against it.

Silence.

Carefully, you pushed it open.

Inside was a storage room—rows of neatly folded staff uniforms, stacks of weapons locked behind glass cases. Your pulse quickened. If you could get a disguise—

A sudden noise made you freeze.

Footsteps.

Someone was coming.

Quickly, you ducked behind a shelving unit, pressing yourself into the shadows. The door swung open, and a pair of guards stepped inside, talking in low voices.

“…Check the west hall. She couldn’t have gotten far.”

Your stomach twisted.

They knew.

You held your breath, heart pounding as they rummaged through supplies, oblivious to your presence just feet away.

Then, a radio crackled to life.

“Sir, we have a situation.”

Your hands clenched into fists.

A pause.

Then—In-ho’s voice, low and calm.

“Stay back. I’ll handle this myself.”

The guards hesitated. “Sir, are you sure—”

“Did I stutter?”

Silence.

Then—“Understood.”

Your blood ran cold.

He was coming for you.

You slipped from your hiding place and ran, no real directions in your mind.

✧˚ · .

You made it farther than you ever thought possible. Past another hallway. Past another set of doors. You were close to at least some kind of an exit—you could feel it.

You turned a corner, breath coming in ragged gasps, your legs burning from the relentless sprint. You had made it so far. Just a little more, and maybe—

A shadow moved in front of you.

Too late.

A gloved hand shot out, grabbing your wrist in a vice grip. Before you could react, a second hand caught your shoulder, twisting you around with brutal force. A gasp tore from your lips as you stumbled, slamming against the cold metal wall.

Your body froze.

It was him.

In-ho.

His mask was gone, revealing his face—dark eyes locked onto yours, his expression unreadable. But something simmered beneath the surface. Something dangerous.

“You really thought you could get away?”

His voice was calm, almost eerily so.

Your heart pounded as you struggled in his grip. “Let me go!”

His fingers dug into your wrist, unrelenting. “No.”

You twisted, trying to wrench yourself free, but his hold only tightened. Panic bubbled in your chest. “You’re hurting me,” you gasped, wincing as his grip turned almost bruising.

In-ho’s jaw clenched, his eyes flashing. “Good.”

Your stomach dropped.

This wasn’t the usual In-ho, the one who tried to reason with you, the one who softened just enough to make you question everything. This was something else entirely.

“You disobeyed me,” he continued, voice still infuriatingly calm, but his grip told a different story. “I told you not to test my patience. And yet, here we are.”

Tears welled in your eyes, a mix of frustration and real pain. “Please—you’re hurting me.”

For a moment, just a second, something flickered in his gaze. But it was gone just as fast, replaced by cold indifference.

“And what did you think would happen?” he muttered. “That I’d let you go? That I’d just let you disappear?” He scoffed, yanking you forward, his strength undeniable.

His words sent a shiver down your spine. You shook your head, your voice breaking. “I didn't—”

“Shut it,” he cut you off, voice sharp now. "I don't want to hear another word from your mouth."

You let out a choked sob as he dragged you back the way you came. Every tug of his grip sent pain shooting up your arm, but he didn’t let go. He didn’t slow down. If anything, your resistance only made him rougher.

“In-ho, please,” you whimpered, barely able to keep up with his pace.

Nothing.

He wasn’t listening.

No—he was listening. He just didn’t care.

Not right now.

By the time you reached the suite, you were gasping, your wrist throbbing, your legs weak. He shoved open the door, hauling you inside with enough force that you tripped face first onto the polished floor.

You turned to him, tears streaming down your face. “Why are you doing this?”

In-ho didn’t answer.

Instead, he dragged you down the hallway, not waiting for you to get up, past the bedroom, past the sitting area, toward a door you had never seen open before.

He unlocked it, shoved it open, and without hesitation, threw you inside.

You crashed forward, rolling over the floor until you heard the door slam behind you. A sharp click followed.

Locked.

Your breath hitched as you turned back, banging your fists against the door. “In-ho! Open the door!”

Silence.

You could hear his breathing on the other side, could imagine him standing there, unmoving, unmoved.

“You don’t get to run from me,” he finally said, voice quiet but firm. “Not anymore.”

Your throat tightened. “I hate you,” you whispered.

A pause.

Then, just before his footsteps faded—

“That’s fine. As long as you’re still here.”

And then, he was gone.

✧˚ · .

The room was cold.

Not just in temperature, but in its very essence—empty, lifeless, void of anything except the dull ache radiating from your wrist. You sat curled in the corner, knees pulled to your chest, your good hand clutching your throbbing wrist, the one that In-ho had so forcefully gripped, against your body. Every pulse of pain sent a fresh wave of nausea through you.

It felt broken. Or at the very least, badly sprained.

You had tried to ignore it at first, tried to breathe through the sharp stabs of discomfort. But the longer you sat there, the more unbearable it became. The cold didn’t help either. The floor was like ice beneath you, and without a blanket or anything to shield yourself, the chill seeped into your bones, making your entire body feel stiff.

You didn’t know how much time had passed when the door finally opened.

A guard stepped in, face unreadable beneath the black mask. He carried a tray of food—if you could even call it that. The same stale, tasteless meal they fed the players during the games. A slab of dry bread, some watery soup, and a plastic fork.

The guard placed the tray down in front of you without a word.

Your stomach clenched. You hadn’t eaten in hours, maybe longer. Hunger gnawed at you, but as you reached out, a sharp pain shot through your wrist. You hissed, drawing your arm back instinctively.

The guard said nothing. Just stood there, watching.

You tried again, using your good hand to grab the fork, but it was awkward, unsteady. The fork slipped from your fingers, clattering against the tray. You clenched your jaw, frustration bubbling in your chest.

The guard didn’t react. Didn’t offer help. Just turned and left, locking the door behind him.

Outside, in the dimly lit hall, he found In-ho waiting. The Front Man stood still, hands clasped behind his back, his mask now back in place.

“How is she?”

The guard hesitated before answering. “She didn’t eat, sir.”

In-ho’s head tilted slightly. “Why?”

“She… struggled to pick up the fork. I believe her wrist may be injured.”

Silence stretched between them.

Then, after a long pause, In-ho spoke.

“Leave it to me.”

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[boarloved-art]

Wei Wuxian should be able to get drunk for once. I think he'd either be singing bawdy drinking songs on the roof of the Jingshi or he'd be getting irrevocably lost no matter where he is. He's found in the bushes behind the mountains like a cryptid, and then he's like "I can't believe you all got lost" (extremely slurred) as if he didn't get embarrassed by something Lan Wangji had said and just somehow disappeared when everyone looked back at him

oh ABSOLUTELY im walking with u and nodding and agreeing, i can see him becoming an absolute menace to keep track of at his drunkest.

anyway heres wonderwall The Gang (Wangxian & their fave group of ducklings) in a city known for its STRONG wine and wuxian being like well. ur all grown now, youre technically not juniors anymore. we have to see whos lasting the longest against this stuff!, smash cut to a suspiciously wei ying-less group of the worlds drunkest cultivators being wrangled through the woods by designated driver hanguang-jun, with at least 2 of them clinging to his robes at all times.

[puppppppppy]

i feel like im not making any sense but does anyone else feel like there are stories that let u run with them and ones that spell everything out for you

[megamindsupremacy]

love the idea that stan, pre-realisation, would just put any “my brother-“ thoughts that popped up into the ‘shermie’ category into his head

my brother… the genius … always won the spelling bee… we were so close… i learnt to fight because i was uh. protecting my…. (much??) older brother? damn was he a wimp or something

stan, calling shermie up post everything: do you happen to remember like. a flying dinosaur from our childhood or is this another ‘wrong brother’ situation

shermie, who was very much not there: what.

aksdjfhsd yeah!! also I imagine there being a ton of angst potential because Stan remembers ("remembers" my ass, he doesn't remember shit) himself and Shermie as being fairly close as kids, because everything involving "my brother" is conflated with Shermie, until the Mystery Incident got him kicked out. But Shermie wasn't super close with either of his brothers because of the age difference, and also because I hc him as not being home very often and getting the hell outta dodge as soon as he was old enough. So poor Stan has an imagined closer brotherly dynamic with Shermie, who isn't maintaining this dynamic into adulthood because to him Stan is his younger brother who dropped off the face of the earth (sad) at age 17, popped up a few times in newspapers to get arrested and/or scam people, and then dropped off the face of the earth again at 27.

[faaun]

the ultimate goalpost-mover says she loves you very much.

[seithr]

powerful sorcerer with magical storm blood who can still magic and rend minds and transform people btw

[zackcharine]

Having another rough day already as. usual

[trentcrimminallybeautiful]

i think about the whole "love that" exchange a lot.

[iangallagherisadeadman]

something something a fanfic in which ian has a crush in mickey who works at the alibi and he wants to make a move but he founds out Mickey is married to svetlana who works there too so he gives up but then he sees svetlana idk hooking up with Kevin and Veronica aka their bosses and he don't know what to do but then he founds out svetlana and mickey are not really together so apparently it was not cheating but how could it be they have a children they are very much married but apparently mickey is very much gay? make my boy ian really stressed and make everybody toy with him all the fucking time

[windor-truffle]

not me dithering for 2 months on whether to buy the Asobi store-exclusive physical items only for them to sell out 😭💔😭💔😭💔

[fisherrprince]

the problem is I’m such a staunch believer in the slow buildup, the earnest enjoyment of meandering through terrible story decisions and weird nothing subplots to build up into a conclusion that explodes out from all that as fantastic storytelling and intrigue based on all that buildup, such that it makes it necessary to get through all that or you’re missing something essential, that I’m also a terrible person to talk to about what makes a story good. I can tell you plenty of what actually makes something tight and well-written and all that technical speak but how could anyone take my advice when I so so so love excruciatingly long unnecessarily complex fumbling and weird nonsense that spirals into, inexplicably, weird nonsense that makes you cry your lungs sore

[imunbreakabledude]

i miss writing donald shaw so much. it's wild that i forget sometimes that in canon he really is just an asshole who works at taco bell. like when i see a gif/clip of that bit i just can't help but smile and almost tear up a bit because i'm like HE GAVE UP EVERYTHING FOR HER... AND SHE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW!!! writing my most recent fic i honestly had to stop myself from somehow making it about him, a little bit, because I'm like: the saddest part isn't even that maeve died and both elena and annie lost her... the saddest part is maeve died thinking her dad didn't love her!!!! donald shaw you are my most unexpected favorite character i can't believe the only canonical facts about you are that you are a gambling addict who owns a taco bell franchise location