#and if he couldn't come back to human world

[elizabethemerald]

The Justice League had found itself in the middle of a headache inducing crisis. A crisis that never needed to get to this point, except a government organization had orchestrated a massive cover up. The worst part was that if the situation was handled perfectly, it could escalate into a planet spanning crisis. At least that was what Constantine had said.

The Hellblazer was for once taking the situation completely, deadly serious. He and Steel were working together constructing the forward operating base for League, ensuring it was as protected and warded as the two could come up with. The base had to be a couple of miles away from the city because of the contamination.

Batman growled to himself as he directed the JL forces. The contamination was caused by extra-dimensional radiation from a space in between the worlds, that Constantine called the Infinite Realms. The effects on the citizens from the contamination were... severe.

The most contaminated exhibited abilities akin to a low level meta, enhanced strength, senses, and healing. Empathic communication. The worse seemed to be the psychological effects, inducing paranoia, obsession, and aggression. It was a cocktail worse than Fear Gas and made interacting with those infected a lesson in patience or a hazard.

The entire situation wasn't helped by the fact that each member of the League seemed to have their powers effected differently. Any empathic or telepathic members couldn't approach without debilitating feedback from the city. Raven couldn't get closer than the forward base without being over run with emotions and Martian Manhunter had only been able to hear terrified and tortured screaming in his mind.

The Kryptonians had their powers sapped to human levels, though without the pain and sickness of kyrptonite. The Lanterns had control of their wrested away from them, almost as if the entire city was filled with a will even greater than their own. The Flashes weren't impacted, but did feel as if there every move was being watched, like if they made one wrong move it would cost them everything.

For some reason those who gained their power from a connection to the Greek Pantheon were not only completely unaffected, the city and its citizens treated them with respect bordering on reverence. Wonder Woman and Donna Troy were operating as the forward command trying to get a handle on the situation.

Fully human members of the League seemed to be able to able to function without too much difficulty, but even a few hours of contamination could start to cause changes in their behavior. Batman set a limit of four hours before heroes had to return to the forward base for magical decon. He knew how obsessive members of the League were even on good days, the last thing they needed was fighting amongst themselves.

None of this would have gotten to this level if it weren't for the Ghost Investigation Ward. An off branch of the US Department of Paranormal Research that had been deployed to the city during the earliest months of the crisis. Their focus had been research, capture and extermination, already a monstrous mission, but within a few weeks the members started to become contaminated as well, driving their obsession with destroying ghosts to genocidal heights. Instead of calling their men back the DPR created a massive coverup to keep the Justice League from discovering what had happened, which allowed the GIW to impose martial law.

Batman had Nightwing, Signal, and the Question investigating everyone who could have a part in the decision. Within the city Young Justice under Red Robin's leadership took point. Apparently a resistance against the GIW had formed among the most contaminated of the high school youth and YJ were uniquely qualified to ingratiate themselves to these teens who seemed to know the most about what had happened.

Bruce could admit at least in his mind that he was worried about what would happen if Tim became contaminated and had been strictly monitoring his time in the city and his mental state during decon. Bruce also had similar processes for himself and had Black Bat keeping and eye on his own mental state.

"You don't understand! All of this is Phantom's fault! That dirty spook killed our son!"

Batman sighed again as the shouting once again started up. The Drs Fenton, Jack and Madeline. All evidence pointed to them having caused all of the harm in this city. Red Robin had taken all of 15 minutes talking with the Amity High teens to deduce that Danny Fenton was the ghostly hero Danny Phantom. They had still had their own son's blood on their hands when Diana and Donna came to arrest them.

He kept his face stern even though he wanted to pinch his brow in some desperate attempt to push away the headache he could feel looming. This entire crisis was a nightmare.

Jazz's parents have gotten worse, their passion has turned into an obsession. Her parents don't even know that they are hunting their son every day. Jazz makes a tough call and rings up her uncle-in-law whom she has not had contact with in years.

Commissioner Gordon was not expecting to get a phone call at three in the morning; especially not from an estranged niece that he had seen a handful of times. The last time he seen that side of the family was before his wife had died.

Now he's driving halfway across the country with a confused daughter to meet up with the said estranged family.

[starconstruction]

Hypothermia and The Cosmos

Yena x Male Reader

Wc:4248

Tags: blowjob, pussy eating, face riding creampie, masturbation,

not proof read.

2072.

Everyone could have predicted the planet being uninhabitable, the rate industrial production sped up exponentially. Nobody wanted to slow down their ventures for more and more money, it wasn't until 2068 where every carbon sink had completely fallen through. Nowhere in the worlds air supply was safe to breathe. The stench of methane as the sky was blocked out. The sun couldn't pierce the thick fog of disease that hung itself across the earth's surface, leaving an eternal dusk that never ceased for brighter times for humanity.

Now humanity's survival was dependant on a mere couple thousand people, those who signed up for the planetary expeditions. A subsect of the divisions designed to protect humanity for years to come, the goal was simple. Find a planet that was habitable and scalable. Today was the day where everyone was heading out, arming yourself in the mandatory assigned space gear, the unpleasant stench of new plastic and nylon mixed with the environmental methane to make something apphrensibly disgusting to breathe into.

You grabbed onto the rails of the staircase, pulling upwards as your gear lulled behind. A crew of 32 including you were grouped together, this was the first time any of you had met. Their presence was both comforting and uncomforting, a pendulum of emotions as everyone loaded the ship full of their stuff.

Your crew gathered into your living quarters, it was a simple design. Two large components connected by a singular hallway, the company thought it'd be cheaper to make them two full inclusive units as opposed to relying on each other. The ship was fully equipped with a kitchen area, containing a brand new kettle, oven, microwave, toaster and tap. The tap didn't have any water properties in itself. But thanks to the companies glorious technology, it can siphon planetary liquid with ease! The scent of coffee pierced the usually pungent atmosphere, being handed a cup by someone completely unknown. The coffee tasted like dirt as it slid down your throat, coffee apparently used to taste better than this. Before the soil got completely filled with disgusting plastics and gases.

The ship has two dynamic captains operating the helm of your operation, one of them was a small man, 5'6? He had brown hair that was being constrained by the tight helmet he was obliged to wear. And his body was slightly out of shape, you didn't know him very well but he seemed average personality wise. He was sat on his pilot chair, legs kicked up against the centre console waiting for liftoff. The other pilot juxtaposed his entire existence. She was anything but average, her hair a dual toned masterpiece, pink and black converged upon each other. She wasn't wearing her helmet yet, allowing you to bask in her entire glory. Her hair ran straight down to her back, you couldn't see her face while she faced the smog filled atmosphere from outside, sipping on the nasty complementary coffee. She was really pretty, but you knew nothing about her personality. Not uttering a word to anyone on this ship since she arrived.

The company provided sirens rung out through the air, firing a blaring warning that take off had to be imminent. The elusive girl put her helmet on and sat up properly, running her nails across the controls as she set up. For some reason the majority of the crew was in the left wing. Chatting it up about nothing in particular as the ship whirred to life. You and the strange pilot was all who was on this side.

Checking the gear stores for your side, the company provided tools for every scenario, ice picks, new motors, batteries, the budget for these missions were unfathomable. Humanity fell on all of you, it's a thought that weighed on your very soul. Weeks of preparation lead up to this mission, it can not fail.

The two space pilots pressed a few tiny buttons, engaging the core engines on the side of the craft, bright LEDs shot out to brightened the fog on the surface as the dirt whipped up by the ships motions. Their movement was synchronised to an art, engaging their ignition as the fuel burned violently. The ship slowly heading into orbit, escaping the disgusting fog in a brief respite. Atmosphere parting away for a clean celestial view, it was going to be a long long flight as you laid on down on the floor.

-

Space was serene, no noises of coughing through the diseased land of earth, only murmurs of chatter could be heard from the other dock, it was a nice contrast from what you had to deal with back on earth. You could get used to this, the strange pilot had long since put the ship on autopilot, letting it drift itself across space. She approached the kitchen, making herself another cup of coffee. Two cups? The mysterious woman brought the two cups towards where you were sitting. Placing them gently on the ground next to the both of you. Crouching down as her suit crunched, lifting the visor up in order to more effectively communicate with you.

"So, what's your name?" Her words were blunt which contrasted with her sweet sugary voice, she gave out a breathy laugh to break the tension between the two of you.

"Y/N. What about you mysterious pilot?" her face visibly cringed at your attempt at a joking nickname, her eyes rolling as she contemplating just walking away. "It's, Yena. Nice to meet you Y/N" she kept sipping on her coffee as her bluntness sapped on your confidence. You two kept exchanging words, none of them were super important or significant as you focused on her beauty, her face was utterly divine, her eyes were enchanting, large bountiful pupils. Her lips were a soft pink, smooth and full of character. Yena tolerated your dry humour and missed punchlines, giving you fake laughter as she jokingly slapped you.

Yena said her goodbyes and got up, her hips swaying as she slowly walked back to her chair. You had to get your hormones under control, she was a crew member and deserved respect.

-

A few hours had passed as you checked inventory to take your mind off Yena, months of food for everyone. Crates of personalised clothes, you brought a mix of clothes for every possible situation. Warm clothes designed for the frozen wastelands, fur coats and gloves. Minimal clothes for scorching climates, a strange mix of shorts, t-shirts and a mix of nic-nacs.

"Fuck!" It was Yena, desperately trying to regain control of the ship as a swarm of asteroids appeared in front of the ship. Various shapes and sizes threatening to crush your entire project.

"Why the FUCK is he not turning!" Yena frantically turned to the right, but the ship wasn't moving fully. The once synchronised pact now disjointed as you panicked. Dropping what you were doing, scraping your feet against the metal as you urgently tried to get to the other side. The pilot was going to get you all killed, the airlock door launched open.

A massive explosion burst out in front of you, sparks flying overhead as metal launched out into orbit. The two halves of the ship now divided.

The sudden loss of pressure nearly throws you out of the ship, boxes of supplies getting thrown out into the vast abyss of space.

Fuck.

Engine batteries, fuel, clothes and more was being thrown out of orbit. Sharp jolts of pain firing through your body as you got hit again and again. Struggling to reach the airlock door button as Yena frantically ran over to you, taking your hand in hers as you got thrown onto the ground. The airlock door closing as the room went silent.

"Shit." One shared word was all that was said as you looked at your inventory, food sprawled over your food. Frozen products shattered, clothes strung over various objects. Atleast those materials survived, all your vital ship pieces thrown overboard.

"We just lost so much Yena." You said briskly, the alarm from earlier didn't stop. Yena panicked and ran back to the helm, dragging you in tow.

"Y/N! Our engine is broken!! I will route us to the only livable planet nearby but it's not pleasant" you nodded as she set your route in motion.

-

The ship landed with a violent thud, crippling further components as they bended under the rock you smashed into. It was cold, really really fucking cold. You could feel it piercing your suit as your skin started to burn up with frostbite.

You looked at Yena and your jaw dropped as the colour was draining from her face, her eyes looked soulless. A loud bang rolled out as she hit the ground. Her body now rendering unconscious, you had to find heat before it was too late for both of you. An axe adorned in pink was lodged into the metal next to the airlock button, it had to be Yena's. You pryed it from the rubble and rushed outside. The cold dug knives into your back as you frantically scanned for trees. Shivers ran down your spine as ice crystallised on the corner of your eyes where the tears formed. A cluster of trees were completely obfuscated by blankets of snow, raining down on your skin as every part of you wanted to shut down.

Smashing Yena's axe into the side of the tree took considerable effort, barely piercing through the thick bark as the cold raged on. The sound of the snowstorm buzzed in your ears as snow landed on every section of your body. You two couldn't die now.

The wood eventually relented, splitting into a small enough log you could throw on your back. The snow made movement slow and sluggish as you desperately fought back to get across. Wood fell at your knees as you finally got back into the ship, slapping the airlock button as the room went quiet. You needed to light this wood urgently, thankfully Yena mentioned wanting to smoke in your earlier conversations. Rushing over to her desk you snagged her shining lighter. You were so close.

*click*

Come on

*click*

Not the time!

*click*

A flame erupted from the small lighter, pressing it deep into the small twigs as it caught fire, slowly spreading to the thicker wood. It wasn't warm, but it was warm enough. Your hands hooked around Yena's body as you pulled her frigid body close to yours. Holding her close to desperately share body heat as you sat by the fire. Eventually succumbing to the tiredness.

-

The world came back into focus as your body felt overly warm, nearly swelteringly hot. Yena was still resting in your arms, her skin returned back to its previous self. You slithered out, the room was so fucking hot. Unnaturally so, looking outside confirmed your lingering suspicions. The sky was red and the heat was leeching through, a stark contrast from the frigid temperatures a few hours prior. What the fuck was with this planet? You needed to change before you passed out from heat exhaustion, sweat trickling down the temple of your head as you put out the campfire.

Your space suit was thrown off as you swapped into the shortest clothes you owned. Yena was still asleep to the world, her breaths being long and patient while her body recovered.

You took the company provided axe, significantly less interesting than Yena's axe. The pink being replaced by a standard wood finish. You had to get enough wood incase that temperature was normal.

-

You got back to the ship as the temperature started to decline back into the arctic nightmare, Yena was laying down on the pull out bed. Wearing clothes that left little to the imagination, crimson booty shorts emphasised her delectable curves. Her legs ran down seemingly endlessly, a sheen of sweat from the abhorrent temperature made her skin glow radiantly. Snapping back to reality as you prepped the firewood for the night.

"Our fucking shower doesn't work and the world is a scorching sweaty shithole!" Yena yelled in your general direction. Frustratedly shaking the pillow locked in her embrace. You could understand her complaints, after all. You could smell both of you and it wasn't pleasant.

" Don't worry! It gets even worse Yena! At night it becomes a frozen wasteland! So you might want to change, and even worse! Our temperature regulator is broken!" You exclaimed, running out of breath as the gravity of the situation came to life. Yena stormed off to change as the night plummeted. You guys didn't have a place to securely change so you turned around. Then you changed.

You two sat by the campfire, appreciating the shelter from the cold closing in all around you.

"Yena, we need a plan. We aren't going to survive in these conditions and I'm not going to die yet." Yena's face was unreadable, the first time you couldn't tell what she was feeling. Her legs tightened as she set and reflected on the situation.

"I've got a plan. We can fix all 3 of the components with some wood and flint, thankfully the technology is designed to work with every fuel source! We just need to get them, as for fixing the engine... That might be a longer plan" Yena spoke with a child like wonder as she gesticulated all her plans, telling you components and how to fix those things you needed so desperately.

-

A week passed as you guys prepared food and general survival before moving onto what you desired.

You two first wanted to fix the temperature regulator, the whiplash every 12 hours was intolerable as you had to burn through so many outfits you couldn't wash with the current supplies. Creating a mess, you two threw all your clothes in one pile.

This was the easiest goal of yours. The two of you went out with your axe and Yena's modified axe. Dicing through enough wood creating a nice collection of scraps usable to repair the first part of your ship.

You and Yena worked together to fix it, jabbing fragments of flint and wood into various documented nodes as you felt it keep a consistent flow of temperature. Helping to reduce the rapid flow of clothes accumulating in the ship.

The next was the shower. You and Yena smelt awful and it was seriously starting to bug you, it required near perfect precision and grinding down the materials to a perfect size. You and Yena made a fantastic team.

It was now night, with the shower and temperature regulators restored you two freshened up thanks to the company's "Infi-Soap" one of the few inventions they managed to muster with the trillions invested into their company.

Yena let you go first, the water spraying down your body for the first time, it was lukewarm as you rubbed the soap all over your body, feeling the dirt and grime wash away as the lather formed all over you. It felt fantastic to not feel completely disgusting.

The shower wasnt exactly the bastion of privacy, it had a small curtain to prevent prying eyes but not much else. Getting out of the shower you quickly ran to change.

You weren't aware of it, but Yena was absently staring at the shower. You pulled the curtain back and your cock was showing for a second while you got out. Yena realised she was staring and turned around. Those lewd thoughts entered her mind for the first time in forever, she rarely ever thought about sex. But it'd been awhile, she wasn't ready for the real thing just yet. But she wanted to get over a big fear of hers.

Yena hopped in the shower, desperate to get away from the grime that encapsulated her body, rubbing the soap into every crevice of her body. Those earlier thoughts entering her body yet again, her lower body heating up as she felt her liquid pool on her lower lips. Yena felt guilt as she licked her fingers, knowing it was wrong to do it so close to someone. Regardless she descended her hand lower, leaning against the wall as she slowly inserted one finger, letting out a needy gasp. Messily rubbing her clit as she put a second finger in. Reaching her knuckles as she went in and out. The pleasure overwhelming her as she thought of your cock. It'd been so long it didn't take her long to cum. Sliding down the shower wall as her head went numb from the mind blowing orgasm. She cleared her thoughts and went outside.

-

Later you two sat by the campfire, no longer a necessity but a luxury as it created a cozy atmosphere for you two to indulge in. She was sucking on a lollipop that she brought with her, the way that her tongue danced around it filled your mind with lewd thoughts again. She was effortlessly sexy. You had to distract yourself.

"So, Yena. Your parents ever tell you much about old earth?" your voice was stuttering as her lollipop released her from her mouth with a pop.

"Yeah, she always talked about a fogless earth, one filled with real butterflies! Not just artificial ones! God if I was there I would have taken so many pictures" she said, her voice trailing off as she thought of her personal utopia.

"Was never a huge fan of butterflies, moths though. I would have loved to see some moths."

"Moths?? What are you an emo boy?" She laughed slightly.

The night flowed on as you talked about the old world that neither of you ever got to experience, Yena finishing her lollipop as she threw it into the cold outside that suffocated your ship.

You approached the campfire getting ready to put it out as a firm grasp on your arm prevented you, Yena. Her gaze was telling you to wait up.

"Hey, Y/N. Its been a long day. You trust me right?" she pleaded with you as she spoke softly.

You nodded and Yena laid you down as she got on her knees. You were shocked as she got closer between your legs.

"I, don't want you to laugh at me. I want to suck your dick. Please please please!" she was rambling slightly as she fidgeted.

You nodded yet again as her hands pulled down your pants and your boxers in one fell swoop. Pooling into your legs, revealing your hardening shaft.

Yena gulped as she stared at it, her fingers tried to touch your cock but reeled back, her face painted a look of panic. Breathing deeply as she closed her eyes.

"Yena are you alrig-" you started, but she quickly interjected "Yes! I can do this... I can do this.." she murmured to herself.

Her fingers gently touched your shaft, the touch was light and shaky. She held there as she smiled, breaking past one of her boundaries. She stroked slowly, getting used to the feeling of your cock pressing against her fingers, the lack of lubricant made every motion come with a slight twinge of difficulty for Yena.

Yena drooled over your cock from a distance, coating her fingers as she rubbed it into your shaft, driving you mad with her intense strokes.

Yena's tongue made contact with the base of your shaft, pulling away as your musk caught her off guard. Spluttering spit as she coughed aggressively. Her eyes locked up into you with sheer determination as she went in for another attempt. Running it up from the base to the tip. Warm breath tickling your shaft as she got more brazen with her licks. You groaned as Yena made out with your cock, pressing kisses into the tip as she coaxed the precum out. Gagging slightly as bitter liquid made contact with her tongue.

Yena ceased her movements as she pulled away, generating a thick glob of her spit which she spat on the tip of your shaft. Her determination was admirable.

Yena spoke, "I can do it, I can do it. If I reach the bottom you can throat fuck me. When your about to cum, pull me off." before you could react Yena's lips were parting as the tip of your dick entered her warm mouth. You moaned as your hips bucked involuntarily. Causing Yena to panic and withdraw.

" I'm sorry Ye-" she cut you off again with a gentle suck on your tip. Her plush lips were pillows for your dick as she tried again. Her sticky saliva coating your dick as she pressed lower. Hands pressing into your thighs for reassurance as she got used to your length. Heat radiated as she took you to heaven. Reaching the base as her nose pressed into your pubes as harsh gags leaked out from her stuffed mouth.

Yena took her hands off your legs, wrapping her dual toned hair around her slender fingers, gifting you makeshift ponytails. She couldn't talk with her mouth so she talked with her eyes pleading with you to use her mouth. Fully into the role of a needy cocksleave. Her tongue swirled around your tip. Hollowed cheeks providing a suction as you penetrated her mouth, lifting her violently up and down as she sputtered even more saliva, coughing as it ended all over your legs. Yena couldn't keep her eyes open as you got rougher and rougher. Pressing against her throat, vibrations amplifying the sensations of her acts.

The feeling of your orgasm was imminent, tensing up as you threw Yena off your cock, her breathing heavy and laboured. Stroking your Yena drenched cock rapidly with her hand, seeing stars as she raised from knees. You were seconds from erupting as Yena's shirt came up. Exposing a tasty midriff as your cock was pressed into her toned stomach, shooting ropes of thick semen as she kept jerking.

The canvas of her chest was now painted with your semen, Yena smiled as she admired her work. Dried spit coating the corners of her lips, her hair frazzled and screwed after you manhandled her.

"Y-Yena, you did it! Are you okay?"

"Yeah. Thank you, let's go clean up."

-

Since that day, you two slept in the same bed, not that there was ever enough space. The ship only providing small pull out beds meaning Yena and you had to create a tangle of bodies to accommodate each other. Her chest heaving as she gingerly breathed, encapsulated in her dream world, she was so cute like this.

You two set your sights to the moon, literally. You and Yena prepared to find a way out off this hellhole, it wasn't going to be easy. The batteries were completely drained and repairing them would require a miracle.

You and Yena were scouting the planet one day, attempting to make a hastefully drawn map of resources. It was like two different universes, at night everything was covered in snow and sleet. Ice spikes form in ravines. At day, the snow swapped out for surges of heat.

You two walked in the blanketed forest, taking notes on the surrounding paths, snow crunched under the two of you. Your jaw dropped, a strange grey ghoulish figure stood in front of you. Bones pressing out of the flesh, nails being bent upwards 90*, organs visibly exposed.

"What the fuck is that thing?" You and Yena spoke in unison, surprised as it runs towards you. Panicking as it tackles Yena to the ground, attempting to bite into her flesh as a struggle ensued. You grabbed Yena's knife from the ground. A swift jab coated your hand in a strange green liquid as it went limp, shoving it to the ground, Yena looked up in fear. Neither of you two felt as confident anymore.

-

It was 3:32am. You and Yena were particularly frustrated as you two found nothing for the third expedition in a row. So frustrated in fact you had Yena on your face. Pussy grinding against your tongue as her hips moved desperately chasing her high, her moans filled the spacecraft as you drowned in her. Her taste was so distinctly Yena, begging for more. Hands grabbing her ass as you pressed her further in. Rhythmic licks went from top to bottom, bumping against her clit as your saliva became an equal with her juices. Yena put your hair in a choke hold, pulling it roughly as you coaxed her to her orgasm. A shrill screech as she came undone on top of you. Falling into the bed.

Yena wasn't one for words when her actions could speak louder, ripping off your clothes as she grinded against you, gasps filling the room as she lubed you up with slick. Putting it in with reckless abandonment, the sounds of skin clapping relentless on the ears as her tightness gripped you. Neither of you were going to last particularly long as she bounced incessantly. Her hair sticking to her head and creating a beautiful frame of her beauty.

The well detonated inside both of you on the final thrust, painting Yenas walls white with your sticky seed, breathing a sigh of contempt as the anger of you two disappeared.

Yena kept it brief "Your my boyfriend now. And we are finding the engine parts tomorrow"

A/N wow I lost steam so rapidly towards the end. Still proud of the rest of the work.

part 2

[ditsycafe]

eclipsed by you || psh

pairings : park sunghoon x female!reader

genre : fluff, emotional

warnings : heartbreak, vampire!sunghoon, human!reader, forbidden love

word count : 1,566

a/n : do not in any way plagiarise, translate my work to another language or claim my work as your own.

The first time Sunghoon saw her, the world around him blurred into insignificance.

He had existed for centuries, moving through time like a shadow, unseen and untouchable. He had learned to detach, to exist in the darkness, never allowing himself to be entangled with humanity.

But that changed the moment he saw her.

She was standing outside a bookstore, arms wrapped around herself as the autumn wind tugged at her hair. There was something about her--something so different. He didn't know what drew him in. Maybe it was the way her eyes sparkled even under the dim streetlights. Maybe it was the faint, wistful smile on her lips as she flipped through the pages of a book.

Or maybe it was something deeper.

Something inevitable.

And curiosity, he knew, was dangerous.

THE BEGINNING He hadn't meant to talk to her.

That night, after seeing her outside the bookstore, he found himself watching from a distance as she wandered through the quiet streets. He followed her--not out of malice, but out of a compulsion he didn't understand.

Then, as fate would have it, she turned down an alleyway leading to a small cafe.

And that's when she noticed him.

"You know," she called out suddenly, spinning on her heel. "If you're going to follow me, you could at least introduce yourself."

Sunghoon froze.

She had seen him? That was impossible. Humans rarely sensed his presence unless he wanted them to.

"... You knew I was following you?" He raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

She tilted her head. "Kind of hard not to when you're dressed like you stepped out of a gothic novel."

A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. She was bold. Most people would have been afraid--intimidated, even.

But she just looked at him expectantly, waiting for an answer.

"..Sunghoon," he finally said.

She smiled. "Y/N."

From that moment on, he kept finding excuses to see her.

Their meetings became frequent--almost routine. She fascinated him in ways he couldn't explain. She was warm, full of life, the complete opposite of the cold, endless existence he had known for a long time.

She made him feel human.

And he knew, deep down, that was the most dangerous thing of all.

THE DISTANCE

One evening, as they sat together on a park bench, Y/N glanced over at him.

"You always seem like you're holding back," she murmured.

Sunghoon tensed. "What do you mean?"

She sighed, pulling her knees up to her chest. "I don't know. It's like... you're here, but not really here." She turned to look at him, her eyes searching his pale face. "Where do you go when you're not with me?"

Sunghoon's jaw clenched.

If only she knew the truth.

He wanted to tell her. He wanted to explain why he couldn't let himself fall for her the way he so desperately wanted to.

But the words wouldn't come.

Instead, he simply said, "There are things about me you wouldn't understand."

Y/N frowned, "Then help me understand."

Silence stretched between them.

And that's when he knew--if he stayed, he would ruin her.

The hunger was getting worse. Everytime he was near her, the scent of her blood, the warmth of her pulse--it was agonizing. He was fighting instincts he had spent centuries perfecting, and he didn't know how much longer he could resist.

"I have to go," he said abruptly, standing.

Y/N's face fell. "Sunghoon--"

"I'm sorry."

And then he was gone.

THE AFTERMATH

Weeks passed.

Y/N searched for him.

He knew because he saw her--watched from the shadows as she wandered the streets where they used to meet, lingering outside the bookstore, sitting along at the cafe they used to visit.

She was hurting.

And it was all his fault.

But he couldn't go back. He shouldn't go back.

Yet every night, he found himself drawn to her.

One evening, he overheard her talking to a friend.

"I don't understand," she murmured, voice thick with emotion. "One moment he was there, and then... he just disappeared. No explanation. No goodbye."

Her friend, sunoo, sighed. "Maybe it's for the best."

Y/N let out a humourless laugh. "Then why does it still hurt?"

Sunghoon clenched his fists.

He had thought disappearing was the right thing to do. That it would protect her.

But all he had done was break her heart.

And the worst part?

He had broken his own, too.

THE RETURN

That night, the sky wept.

Rain poured relentlessly as Y/N walked alone through the empty streets, her arms wrapped around herself.

And then--

"Y/N."

She froze.

Slowly, she turned, and there he was-- soaked to the bone, standing under the dim glow of a streetlamp.

Her breath hitched. "You..." She shook her head. "You left."

"I know." His voice was hoarse, heavy with regret.

"You broke me, Sunghoon." she whispered, her voice trembling. "And now you come back?"

Guilt clawed at his chest. "I thought I was protecting you."

Her eyes glistened. "From what?"

"From me." His voice cracked. "Y/N I'm not who you think I am. I'm not... human."

She stared at him, rain dripping from her lashes. "What?"

"I'm a monster." His hands curled into fists. "I should have stayed away, but I can't. No matter how hard I try, I can't let you go."

Silence.

And then--

"Then don't."

Sunghoon's breath caught. "What?"

She took a step closer, her hands trembling as they reached for him. "You keep trying to push me away, but I don't care what you are. All I know is that when you left, it felt like a part of me was missing."

His control snapped.

In an instant, he was closing the distance between them, his lips crashing against hers.

The rain poured around them. but he didn't feel the cold. All he felt was her--her warmth, her heartbeat, the undeniable pull that had drawn him to her from the start.

And in that moment, he knew.

There was no escaping this.

No running.

Because she was his.

And he was hers.

Forever.

all rights to this work belong to me @ditsycafe.

[0aurelion-sol0]

My Arcane Season 2 criticisms:

Things I actually disliked:

How the Hextech plot turned out, I though it was very badly executed especially in terms of Viktor's evolution through the whole show. Lack of proper explanation about what was actually happening, unnecessary and horribly executed twist at the end, clumsy established rules and dissapointing payoff for anyone involved in this plotline. Final battle was cool and I like the Commune's designs but dear god, was this storyline confusing...

Ekko's community plus the tree's state at the end of the show. You really couldn't put a 15 seconds shot of the community being well and tree being ok ?! Seriously I know you had to make choices given it's animation but come on now... It was like one of the main driving points to stop Hextech for him & one of the safe haven of Zaun & Piltover and it's completely shoved to the side but no, we have to see minutes of Loris, Steb and Sky being there just being a representation of our characters' inner conflicts as if them doing it and/or saying it out loud wasn't enough...

Ekko convincing Jinx to not kill herself by telling her what he experienced, Jinx rallying the undercity to protect Piltover & Zaun from Noxus & Viktor and a proper conclusion to Sevika's story regarding all of this. WHAT THE HELL ?! We needed to see this, this is so important & it's completely ignored. IN WHAT world, did anyone think cutting this was a good idea ?! We needed to get a proper closure & development about Ekko & Jinx's relationship which was already thin to begin with. We needed to see Sevika affirm what she truly thought about Jinx and a moment about Isha regarding the two of them even if Sevika wasn't super close to the kid, we needed to see Sevika get to see the Undercity finally rallied together after spending the ENTIRETY of the show trying to do that and see how that whole thing came about for them to fight with Piltover. It is ridiculous to that me that this was cut... It was so important!

Things I didn't necessarily dislike but I have mixed feelings about:

Jayce not getting a single scene with his mom. I know she was there at the end, in the crowd, mourning him but come on, not even one scene with her before the end where she could allow him a form of reflection and comfort before putting his life in danger or after, I don't know... DISSAPEARING FOR WEEKS IF NOT MONTHS! I know you could interpret it as Jayce being so lost on his mission that he forgets about her and her importance but she was one of the reasons they ended up in Piltover in the first place. It's of course not as vital to the story but it could have provided some breathing in this fast-paced season.

Vi's character arc this season. While there are some part that I like, I feel like it wasn't explored as deeply & as fully as it could have been. The foundations are there but aspects like her relationship with Vander, violence and Zaun could have been pushed far more than they were in this season.

Caitlyn's arc and how the most important bit happened off-screen, again, just like with Vi, the parts it would have been better to see or being more developped weren't as much as they could've been. I am not of the conclusion she didn't face any consequences or was let go by the narrative of the things she did. But her coming to terms with her actions happened mostly off-screen and that is a shame because it was one of the more interesting parts of Season 2.

Singed's characterization. Now I understand why he was developed the way he is, in terms of what he represents for Caitlyn and for the show, but I don't think it was as compelling to me to have him be yet another parallel for the themes of the show or being a reminder of them was completely necessary for me. We got it the other times, I understand why, it had it's purpose; I just prefer how evil Singed was in the original lore & the story he had back then. I understand humanizing antagonists & reinforcing the theme of your story but sometimes it's nice having an element that's a bit of an outlier and explore other themes to give some variety to the story.

[radioiaci]

Vox's fit was expected. That he pulled over at all, however, was surprising. Still, Alastor would not ignore the opportunity, scoffing at the childish way the other finally provided his hand as he took it and flipped it over to look at the mess that was his knuckles. Surprisingly gentle movements were offered as he began first to clean up the blood that still lingered, dried, on the other's skin.

"First - you are waiting in the car," he replied easily. He did not need Vox to be causing whatever shenanigans while he was working. Alastor needed to focus whenever he had to enact such plans - getting distracted would do him no good. Neither of them.

Once he was certain the blood had been mostly cleaned with the use of the water, he went about ensuring that the wounds themselves were not harboring any lingering dirt or particles that might cause infection later (if that even mattered, he was not sure). He couldn't exactly apply any bandages, but this would at least be a little less uncomfortable until he could.

"Second-"

Once his own hands were free, he dug into his pocket, producing three cards. The first two were IDs of the two men he'd run into in the convenience store. With the briefest snap of fingers - and hopes that the angels had been long since left behind - the images on them shifted and change, matching their human disguises near flawlessly. Except for a few shifts in eye color which one would not notice anyway.

The third card? A high-balance prepaid Visa with no name on it.

"These should work," he said. "As long as I am subtle and casual about it."

Alastor might not have been entirely plugged into the modern world and its uses, but he was also not stupid. He could ascertain a few things that were in alignment with what he knew to be available in Hell.

"Once I get us a room, then I can come back and get you. We only need another two nights, at most."

He sighed - wondering if that was even enough time and realizing he did not actually care.

"Then we can go home."

Home. He was not certain when he began to think of Hell as home, but so it had become.

Vox did actually remember, and guess that was what they were stopping for.. but he didn’t bring it up. Figuring Alastor had enough dragged up recently.

As he put the smoking cigarette into his mouth he turned the car back on and pulled back out onto the road.

He wouldn’t say it- but the other looked rather cute just hunkered down and munching at his chocolate. He would have to remember chocolate for the future. Val also loved chocolate.. the dark cocoa kind..

He blinked several times and refocused on the road.

Then did a double take when Al asked to see his hand.

“What? Why?” Vox said warily, looking at the road then back to Alastor as he started shuffling around then groaned loudly his head leaning to the side. Not forfeiting his hand yet. It was going to sting and the water wouldn’t even get the dried blood off easily.

“Oh come on… it’s not that bad.. I can wait in the car…” he complained. When Alastor started trying to take one of his hands while he was driving is when he finally muttered his acquiescence. He yanked his hand back. Then he slowed to he car and steered to the right and stopped on the side of the road again. Just parking on the gravel side. Then moved his hand out in offering- but palm up. Because he had to be petulant and difficult somehow.

His other hand put the cigarette back in his mouth, leaning away and looking out the open window that he blew his smoke out of. And when it wasn’t in his mouth he was rubbing at his eyes with his fingers and his thumb.

“What’s your plan to get two drowned and mud-caked looking men Into a hotel like the ritz-Carlton with no ID and no collateral..”

He twitched a bit when Alastor started dabbing at it. The water didn’t hurt- it was the scrubbing and dabbing that hurt.

“Fuck I’m hungry..” he muttered under his breath regardless if Alastor had started talking.

[thedarkestrivernymph]

when do u plan to finish start anew? No pressure tho

Ahh, actually I wrote part two ages ago, but I was so dissatisfied with it that I just abandoned it and forgot about it. 😶‍🌫️ (Actually planned it to be a three part series but nvm that..)

But you reminded me of it, so I am going to attach it to the ask.🤍

Start Anew

Concept: (secretly Y!) Monster!Tribe Head Husband x f!Human! Tribe Head Wife

warnings: none

©Copyright - 2025 - thedarkestrivernymph - All Rights Reserved

Chapter II.

It didn't take long for you to settle, to accept this new chapter in your divinely guided life—to adjust to the new rules imposed upon you. If you could call them that. The truth was, since your arrival you were forbidden from doing anything—not out of malice, but out of goodwill, perhaps too much of the latter.

An elder woman with strangely elongated arms, and a hump on her back was at your every beck and call. She didn't even allow you to lift a finger, scolding you when you as much as attempted to do something that was her job, which was strange, since you were certain she was blind. What was even stranger was that even as days passed and bled into an entire week—so eight full days in total—your betrothed didn't appear in front of you even once.

You knew it was custom for married couples to consummate on the first night of the marriage and then they would be split, for a total amount of two weeks before they were allowed to meet again. It was to give the bride rest and determine if she had fallen pregnant or not—not to mention it was mostly so that the spirits would calm, since a marriage could very well cause dispute between the two families in the spirit realm, and for the bond between two souls to find time to settle.

So perhaps him vanishing wasn't strange, but what was strange was, that he hadn't touched you the first night, so you had assumed he would come the day after, then you waited for him to visit you the night after—and suddenly a week passed and everyone acted as if you had followed tradition when in fact, you hadn't and that made you nervous.

“My lady, please drink.” the elderly urged you on, pushing a herbal mixture of some kind towards you, the smell of ginger suspiciously strong—so did she know of what didn't take place? You suspected so, but you wouldn't talk about such matters with her—or anyone except your husband and your grandparents for the matter.

“Where is he? You have guided me through all the rooms possible—we have even visited the gardens. I demand to know where my husband is.” you didn't want to be strict, in fact you remembered a time where you would have gladly torn your bridal attire into shreds like a rabid hound.

Something warm took ahold of her droopy face, then she smiled, her milky gaze landing on you eerily precise. Yet she didn't answer, let the silence consume your spacious room and forced your own gaze to shy away flustered and stare out at the beautifully intimidating scenery.

Butterflies as large your palm, overgrown flowers, breathing fish flying out of the pond in the middle of the garden, and wispy trees reaching far up into the sky to caress cotton pink clouds. Sighing you pushed yourself to your feet, the humid air causing your face to be dewy with sweat, so perhaps fresh air would do you good? So you took a step forward, then another and just as you were about to step foot out of the sliding door into the greenery and probably ruin the expensive fabric that your servant had draped you in this morning-

the earth shook. It trembled, it quivered as if icy tendrils were wrapping around its heart and you felt hands on your arm trying to pull you away from the crack above you—but it was too late and the world blurred into darkness replaced colour.

You awoke again—of course you did, that was your curse after all, to suffer, and you couldn't properly be antagonized but restrained to lash out in danger if dead, now could you?

“I am sorry, ceçe.” something breathed into your hairline—a man’s voice, while two suffocatingly heavy but gentle arms kept you caged in place.

“Husband—” “Call me Sephin.” he shushed you, gentle yet gigantic hands cradling your jaw as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Sephin.” you uttered and the new word felt foreign, yet welcome on your tongue as he was—strange, but comforting.

“I shouldn't have left you alone.” he beat you to it, not allowing your questions to rain down on him, pain in his gaze. “I won't ever ignore you again, I promise, ceçe. I just—I don't want to hurt you.” a large paw cupped your cheek.

“Your kind is so small, so fragile. You would snap in half if pressed too hard.” he muttered softly, tender enough to not agitate the pains having formed on your body from the assumable fall—the earthquake. You had completely forgotten.

“What happened? How is everyone? The maid—” you sputtered, pearls of sweat rolling down your forehead, worry etched onto your features as you abruptly sat up, only to groan and falter into his open arms.

“Don’t worry ceçe. My worrisome bride, everyone is safe. And you're now too, in your husband's arms.” he pressed a kiss to your crown.

And dozen more kisses followed suit, until you didn't have to worry about the consummation any more and melted into his loving embrace completely—until not only your souls but hearts synced to beat in the same rhythm.

[strwberry-bluntz]

*ੈ✩‧₊˚. XIAO DRABBLE

(fluff, no warnings!)

FEM PRONOUNS

۶ৎXiao was foreign to the feelings that had begun mustering within him. Time and time again he would show up to your infirmary with his body covered in injuries from battle. Being a protector of liyue he knew it was his duty to fufill the purpose rex lapis had given him. While being tough, such battles have always ended up leading him back to being under your care. Though he'd never show it, he enjoyed the treatments you gave him and the conversations you guys would have. How had he become so vulnerable to a human?

The yaksha sighed sitting down under a tall tree shading the sun from his view. He looked down at the materials he had gathered while a pink shade dusted his cheeks so lightly. A shaved branch, leaves, and several qingxins were placed infront of him. He couldn't believe he was doing this. Had he gone weak? Letting such a strongly built guard down for a pathetic human. Are the archons cursing him for his sins?

Xiao couldnt repay you enough for the times you had tended to his wounds. He felt as if he was in an everlasting dept until you stop treating him. The peace he felt with you was unlike anything he'd ever felt. He was constantly on edge. however when he was with you his mind was at bay. It always felt as if you two were the only people in the world, and truthfully he wished it were that way. The adeptus finished his craft and felt the bubbly feeling rising in his chest.

Once again making his way to your infirmary his heart began racing. How dare he feel such weak emotions like love and graditude. Internally xiao was a mess while he maintained his stoic expression on the outside. Just walking to your room was making the adeptus palms sweaty. He prayed to the archons that you would accept his gift and reciprocate his feelings. He'd be willing to drop everything if it meant being with you forever. Weather it took him being hurt a million times to end up back in your infirmary he was determined. Such a selfish feeling.

He lets out a small sigh before lightly knocking on the infirmary door.

"come in" your soft voice was heard from the other side.

Xiao opened the door and was greeted with you sitting at your desk. A soft smile was held on your face. He felt like he could melt right then and there.

"Xiao!" she exclaimed rising from her chair to wrap her arms around the adeptus.

"Are you hurt? what have you gotten yourself into today. I know you are busy but you still need to take care of yourself!"

You were so precious to him, he could only smile at your words.

"Here" He says handing you a beautifully carved hair pin decorated with qingxins and leaves. A pink shade dusted xiaos cheeks as he hands it to you. His palms began to sweat again as he waited for your reaction. Hes never been this on edge before, not even while hes fighting for liyues protection, or when hes being cursed by the gods for his sins.

"Its stunning" She manages to spit out taken by surpise at the sudden gift.

"I love it" She says placing it in her hair. Her eyes twinkled at the gift and xiao could feel his heart skipping a beat.

"I just wanted to show you how greatful i am for your care." He spoke averting eye contact.

"And i think ive grown more fond of you than i should be... I cant help but feel a constant need to repay you or go beyond." He shares feeling slight regret at how vulnerable hes being.

"Xiao...I love you so much you dont even know" she said wrapping her arm around his neck.

Xiao feels like a weight has been lifted off his chest. He wraps his arms around your waist fulling engulfing you.

"You're so precious to me, thank you for accepting my gift." He spoke

"Thank you for giving me something" She giggled as they both leaned in and closed the gap between them.

۶ৎ

hii ik its been like soooo long. i hope u guys like this small drabble its def not my best but its been in my drafts forever and i just want to finish it so i can hopefully write other stuff :3 i have sm lil ideas i just lose motivation so fast n get writers block lawl. also probably gna change my whole layout cus idk im bored of this one but hopefully ill upload more <333

[a-driftamongopenstars]

you know, Daud's story has always been so compelling to me, and especially his final years driven by the need to kill the Outsider.

Daud has lived a very intricate life. he's been all over the place, he allegedly comes from a mother who was a witch herself. he has always been entangled with the arcane, and when the Outsider finally bestowed a mark upon him, Daud fell into that world with such ease.

everything in his life told him on some level that this was the Outsider's game, and the Outsider directed these events in his life. that it's the Void that did all this, put the weapons and the powers in his hands to do what was expected.

but this is a fallacy.

i think while this is a part of the Outsider's game in that the god wanted to see the way people behave when given the tools of easy destruction, he never ever compelled people to go on a killing spree. but he did expect it, because that's what people often ended up doing in his years of watching from the Void. his own creation came from the people in power, subduing his mortal self into the service to the Void.

back to Daud. he has done abhorrent things. he knew exactly what he was doing, and that's a key point. in his mind, having the Outsider's power was a free ticket out of jail, so to say. but some things are so crucial, they stick. killing the Empress was the straw that broke the camel's back because consequences came back twice fold. that was the final weight on a scale of his consciousness, doubled with Billie's betrayal.

he finally saw through what he couldn't (and eventually again, wouldn't) see before. that veil of human errors, and powers being just a tool, just a sideplot.

but Daud is aging, full of regrets, and regrets can fuel anger and bitterness. it is so much easier to blame someone else for one's own doing. especially from Daud's perspective, where his whole life has been twisted with the Void and magic.

it's about putting things into black and white. it's that dichotomy between him and the Overseers, where the latter NEED the Outsider to exist for them to continue, but Daud things killing the Outsider will eradicate all evil. it feels as if their goal is the same. but, again, it's this veiled fallacy.

when you meet Daud again in the Void, he is reduced to very basic ideas. he wants his mother (and that made me cry). he doesn't remember his life, he's an echo of his past self, and that echo is so primal. it's raw emotions, the anger, the bitterness, the need for resolution and for things to make sense. it's like reverting to a child that seeks out to make sense of the world.

letting it go, and freeing the Outsider, sets Daud himself free. it doesn't undo all that he's done, but forgiveness is such a powerful tool. one doesn't need to forgive their abuser, but i think there is a power in acknowledging forgiveness. of oneself. of letting others to do it if they want to. leaving that door open. it doesn't always work. but in Daud's case it does. I think he just leaves that door open.

[tuliptiger]

Bro I hate Silco so much. Bro. And don't get it twisted right. He's a good character, he's well written or in THE VERY LEAST incredibly interesting and compelling. To me I guess. I still can't stand him, I hate him and I think he embodies every human flaw a person can have. And every bad decision we make at our lowest points.

And for that I can't stand him in the purest way and I think that's kind of awesome. Get him out of my face though lol fuck that guy. Great presentation of what I feel a lot of people in the world are like or have the potential to be like rn.

For what he was meant to be, having just found out the original plan for him which I really shouldn't consider. Or maybe I should in favor of him, as a little grace for him. I guess Jinx and him were supposed to be like romantic. If that's your thing go for it I guess but I'm not going to talk nicely about it and it disgusts me as a heads up. Fair warning.

I'm forever grateful they didn't pull a Joker/Harley Quinn but because jesus christ I think I actually would've hated Arcane for that. For all you people complaining about Arcane, sure that's your right and it's all personal tastes anyway but it could've been actually, sincerely awful. It would've ruined Jinx as a character and undercut all of her nuance, her autonomy as a real, deeply thought out character. Her struggles, her mental health, her trauma, it would've fucking sucked.

I hate Silco for even the possibility of that and unfortunately i think it explains a little bit about some things. But anyway, back to hating Silco.

1.) He betrayed every single thing he's ever cared about in his life. He betrayed Felicia by trying to and knowingly kill her children. He betrayed the promise he made to not JUST Vander but to Felicia and himself.

Because what? Vander betrayed him first? Because he tried to kill him? Because he probably does feel genuine regret about maybe enacting the event that got Felicia killed? We never get the story but I think it's implied. Either that or Vander really was just deep in grief and rage and put that on Silco. I think they both fucked up for the record but Vander didn't CONTINUE that for the rest of his life.

What did any of that have to do with Vi and Powder/Jinx though? He's the reason everything bad happened, maybe you could blame Viktor since he went back to give Jayce the rune but every bad moment after that is almost exclusively Silco.

2.) He bribed Marcus contributing to the corruption in Piltover and Zaun. He fed drugs to Zaun for the point of nothing in my opinion. Because he couldn't come to terms with his grief, he couldn't make Piltover pay the way he wanted them too? He justified his own terrible actions for some idea of an independent Zaun for what? For who? Piltover may have taken from him but he actively chose to burn whatever he had left by trying to kill Powder and Vi.

3.) He's the reason Vi and her crew lost their loot, and their lives NOT Powder. He's the reason or at least the means for Singed to create more fucked up abominations and shimmer.

4.) He IS A HUGE SOFTIE he's soft as fuck. He loves and he loves deeply but he could never get over himself to do better. And this is possibly the main reason I hate him, he sincerely loved Vander and Jinx and Felicia and Zaun. People get hurt all the time, and it isn't the same as the trauma he faced but I DON'T think a reasonable series of decisions is to betray everything you are and have worked for to fuck over literally everyone around you. He is the scorched earth method, he wanted to hurt everyone and everything for what he felt and experienced. He's so incredibly selfish I cannot stand him.

5. A close contender, maybe even tied because I love Jinx so much. I hate that he is directly related to all of the hurt Vi and Jinx have experienced. I hate, I loath, I detest what he did to Powder and to Jinx. I feel so fed with season 2 episode 7, we DIRECTLY see what happens when Silco doesn't decide every day to hurt the world around him and hurt everyone in it. What happens to Powder without his fucked up influence.

I never thought anyone made Jinx specifically, like there isn't someone to blame because it felt diminishing to Jinx herself. But I'm rethinking it, I would say with certainty Jinx wouldn't have existed without Silco. I don't give him full credit, not in the creation of her and not her herself but the REASON she was reborn into a different person. Powder and Jinx created Jinx, but she created her because she had to, because Silco brought her into a fucked up world where she had to be different to survive.

Silco didn't support her, he enabled her, made her fear the world, fed her insecurities and projected himself into her. And because he does love, he really really did love her I think, that was what she felt she needed as a TWELVE year old girl. She needed a guardian who had her best interest at heart and not just love. Whatever support she had before, he ripped it from her and shredded it, and from that pile of rubble and ash Jinx had to find herself and emerge. But she picked herself up and chiseled herself into who she is in the series not Silco.

She's smart as a whip, she's so incredibly clever. She knew to some extent the reality of what was happening. But reality didn't have any real gravity anymore for her without something to hold her to it. Silco, at any time, could have stopped what he was doing. He could've seen her hurting and said, this isn't it. This isn't worth it. But he didn't, and she didn't need a reason to change because she had someone who fed her love when she had no one. When she thought it was all her fault and where Silco tried to convince her Vander and Vi weren't good people and that they didn't love her, won't love her.

I could go on, I fucking hate Silco. Once again, I think he's the weakest character emotionally and mentally but certainly not writing wise. He's spineless, he can kill sure, but in the main universe he couldn't get over his own feelings of guilt and hurt to do better. Nobody is satisfied with the slow progression of equity, of freedoms and peace. Silco wanted to take it all violently, take it all and take everything around it down with him.

In another universe, he's better. He makes better decisions because a different set of events led to reconciliation between Vander and him. Because Piltover made the first move of peace after Vi had to be sacrificed. Because Marcus saw a dead Zaun child in the arms of her younger sister. Because a lot of things, Silco is a better man and I think he's stronger for it.

The main universe Silco was wrong about everything he did, he made every possible bad decision on purpose over and over and over again.

The fact that I just wrote what feels like an essay on this bastard should at least show how I hate him, in the way I don't like hate hate him. I hate him in the way good art makes you hate it in just the right way. I think he's interesting enough to think about. I don't hate the alt universe Silco, I just hate the main one. He's multifaceted, he's a villain, he just kind of sucks, he moved the story in permanent ways. He forever changed the world by facilitating the events that led to Jinx as a person in Runeterra.

Anyway Yeah I really really hate Silco. Thanks for reading lol If you have some good points or different interpretations of events with Silco I would genuinely love to read them especially if they are different. I'm the first to admit I don't fully understand all the subtleties in Arcane and I love it for that, but I miss things. Changing my view on what actually happened in scenes is one of my favorite things to do right now. I crave the richer and fuller offering of a closely inspected Arcane provides tbh.

[themareverine]

Kingdoms | Worst!Wolverine x Jurassic World: Rebirth crossover | Logan Howlett x fem!mutant!wife!reader

the universe: Almost a decade since Jurassic World assets began mingling with humanity, mutants have forfeited the world's stage to a different threat of extinction, new predators — all for the kingdom of humanity to come crashing down, seemingly, around them. Yet a sliver of hope lingers between the border of hell and back — there's really only two to call when trouble comes knocking. And they thought they had it bad with Cassandra Nova and her scheme to erase time and space? Yeah, right.

warnings: DP&W AU, Jurassic World: Rebirth AU/inspiration. features fem!mutant!OC "Mare" from my Wolverine AU series Mare and the Wolverine, established marriage, OC has the same mutations as Logan inherited from Weapon X experimentation, Jurassic World/Park elements, this is really just a teaser idea based on the yesterday-released trailer.

a/n: this is really me fulfilling an itch my brain somehow managed to create, but doesn't need. dedicating this to @itsgoghtime even though I know she isn't a Wolverine girlie. but. Jurassic content is Jurassic content.

"And you're ensuring I'd be relatively safe?"

Between the two of them, their brows lift in opposite directions.

His, a deep furrow that carves cavernous lines across his features, expression darkening to an unreadable even Henry, on a day he's actually trying, can't discern. Her, on the contrary, brows bounce the opposite direction— in a more amused way, as if the idea were funny. Hilarious, even, given the crack of a smile that pulls at the corner of her mouth, how the muscle along her jawline ticks off.

Entertained — she thought the question was funny.

"I don't 'ensure' shit, doc," Logan Howlett's voice is rough, carrying a dismissive air about it as he eases hands into his pockets. For a second, he can't believe this is Logan Howlett, the Wolverine. It's unthinkable, almost unbelievable.

Charm swiftly evaporates under his cutting laugh.

"Sounds to me like this place is right on the edge of hell — could'a pitched this gig to any go team this side of the border." He knows the answer he's probing for, Henry knows this. He's making a sarcastic point.

It's venomous, all the same. There couldn't be any more animosity to his tone if he'd patented the word.

"That's not —"

Krebs tries to step forward, gesturing with a hand as if to sweep away the thought — it doesn't work. Logan cuts him a look that's as close to deathly serious as any would think, his jaw tightening with a bone-shattering clench that the adamantium compound of his skeletal makeup barely feels.

"Logan."

Voice of angelic reason, praise be.

Logan's gaze cuts to her immediately, and for a moment, Henry wonders if this man — the all-legend Wolverine and his twin-plagued wife— is even capable of emotion beyond the vermillion anger hemorrhaging from his gaze.

She's supposed to be the woman he loves— his wife, from what the dossier had provided. One would never know, the way he considers her interject. As if its hot poison poured directly into his chest, vendetta to kill him — some grave atrocity that has pushed him into the bounds of sin that time, nor love, can forgive.

Legend around them spins like cyclonic energy. He's been alive 200 years, she's nearly 90. How is this possible, these two barbarians? Fascinating, really.

Reeling, Henry slowly seats himself at the table, his cold China cup of tea staring back at him with all the blankness the world could offer.

Howlett's gaze flicks from her, back to Krebs, who hasn't moved beyond the singular step he's managed in their direction.

"Don't fuckin' stand there and bullshit me, bub," the words cut from his tongue like an acidic blade, his gaze piercing even to the division of soul and flesh, "you know this is a suicide run, and you figured you'd offer it to the two people this side of the grave that can't fuckin' die. Wasn't born yesterday, but you knew that already, didn't you?"

Krebs' sigh is slow, resolved. Almost resigned. "That's not why, Mr. Howlett," his fingers steep together beneath his nose, and from here, Henry can see he's mustering patience from the depths of his marrow, "humanity is dying. We have the opportunity to —"

"— yeah, well, maybe they should get in fucking line."

[thewardenisonthecase]

ok so listen. In the grand scheme of things, none of this matters, its just a video game and I shouldn't get this worked up about it. But my god do I need to talk about this.

Like I am not surprised that a white man from north america, who has gone on record to call the qunari "islamic borg" and back pedalled on saying that the dalish are definetly not inspired by indegenous people at all, would say some shit like this.

But its still BAFFLING to me to come out here and say that the group of people who are *taken from their homes as children*, who are abused and raped, who are not allowed outside contact with the world, who cannot hold lands or titles, who can get their identity erased (hello 'anders is not his real name'), who can get their own personality and personhood stripped from them is somehow, a story not about oppression but about gun control. 🤡🤡🤡

Don't get me wrong. I think thedas having a prejudice against mages makes for an unique world and interesting storytelling. but what is the goddamn point then, if you refuse to actually engage with what that means.

This is why they couldn't actually fucking adress the goddamn templar and mage war in DAI. Because that would require understanding why the mages are revolting and to do that, you'd have to acknowledge that YES, the chantry IS wrong in how it treats mages and that it needs to change. But I guess that's too fucking radical, and DA does not seem to ever be actually interested in changing the status quo.

Its just INSANE to me because like how can you add something as cruel as the rite of tranquility. something as cruel as the stories of mages being dragged away from their homes, and not think its about opression. to be SURPRISED, even, that most people would disagree that mages are dangerous. Because to me, the mages being at risk of posession was always a lame excuse, considering that heightened emotions seem to attract more demons and guess what? being constantly abused would definetly heighten certain emotions ( PROPS to dorian in that one VG ocdex entry for poiting that out).

How are we NOT supposed to think its about opression when you have examples, IN THEDAS, of mages who live outside of the chantry and who aren't dangerous? Hello, seers of Rivain? The Avvar? Tevinter is filled with mages and you don't hear stories of 'random mage gets posessed and kills 70 people'.

Its just baffling to me that it feels so much of what I find interesting in regards to this whole mage thing is apparently unintentional or intentional in the WORST way possible. For example, I was thinking about how mages are very dehumanized within andrastian socities, to the point where they are treated like they're not even citizens of that nation. I felt that when Meredith talks about "protecting the people of kirkwall" and my first thought was well, the mages are also citizens of kirkwall so how is that fair. Another point is the fact that mass murdering mages is fucking a-ok. In ANY other situation, killing a bunch of people would be wrong, but because mages are seen as not-human (and i say human in the sense of person), its fine to kill all of them.

And now I'm thinking that yeah all of this is happening bc the fucking writers themselves also don't see the mages as people.

This is why the topic of blood magic keeps running in circles. Because the writing is on the wall: so many blood mages that we meet in the games turned to blood magic as way to fight back against the templars. They're doing it OUT OF DESPERATION. Even fucking Anders can point out as such, when you're looking for grace he says "They raised the bloody dead. they must be desperate" because guess fucking what.

It doesn't matter how powerful mages are. It doesn't matter that they can lit things on fire with a snap of their fingers and this or that. Because even with all this power, THEY ARE STLLL NOT STRONG ENOUGH TO FIGHT AGAINST GOD KNOWS HOW MANY TEMPLARS. WE GET TOLD THAT REPETEDLY; Wynne tells us the mages won't survive the right of annulment, Orsino says the thing. Its almost like, if you have a heavily militarized group that has the ability to cancel out the magic, SUDDENLY they are actually stronger than the fucking mages.

like david, you wanna take a fucking wild guess as to why people don't see the mages as dangerous as you put? BECAUSE YOU MADE THEM OPRESSED. YOU DID, EVEN IF YOU DIDN'T MEAN TO. HOW CAN YOU BE SO FUCKING BLIND TO THE OWN SHIT YOU WRITE.

its just....gah. I shouldn't be worked up about something from 2020 but its just so. incredibly. baffling.

I FOUND IT. I FOUND THE FUCKING THING I WAS LOOKING FOR.

THIS. MAKES ME. SO. FUCKING. MAD.

(source)

[deer-with-a-stick]

The more time I spend explaining Tolkien lore to my brother the more I realize that Tolkien was just batshit insane

[chloecherrysip]

breaking news: local woman goes to the movie theater and somehow DOESN'T see the mario movie again for the millionth time? who IS she??????

[cake-bread]

If you could go back, would you rather have never talked to him to start or you still would talk to him him even if you knew it lead right back to where you are now?

I have 11 years dreams, scenarios, mental projections, imaginery pathways, alternative universes, stories, wishes, nightmares, opinions of others and my own.

But at no point did I let myself regret meeting him.

[neverendingford]

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[churipu]

YOU SLEEPING ON A COUCH AFTER AN ARGUMENT 𓆝 ⋆｡��°‧

featuring. gojo satoru, geto suguru, toji fushiguro x reader

note. i hv so many ideas right now apart from what i'm actually supposed to be focusing on, so...pls excuse me.

GOJO SATORU. arguments with gojo are a pain in the ass, he's petty and everything will be a mess. he's so stubborn that it actually baffles you sometimes — and he calls you rock head?

being a sorcerer is never an easy job. gojo wakes up every day, not knowing whether he'd die in a mission or get to live another day. so when you brought up your concerns about it to him, the male didn't take it lightly. things have been tight for him, and you're walking on eggshells for the past few days.

the slightest thing angered him, like how his sleeve got stuck on the door handle, or the way he curses out loudly when he stubs his toe on the coffee table. it puts him in a shitty mood, so when that happens, and you try to talk to him about his job.

gojo gets very pissy about it.

frankly, you understood where his anger comes from. and it was part of your fault to bother him the moment he came back from work exhausted, it was bound to happen so you weren't really blaming him at all from the projecting of his anger to you the night before — he didn't say hurtful things, gojo knew better than that. all he did was tell you to leave him alone and get out of his sight for the night.

and you did. sleeping alone on the couch, all sprawled out, an arm dangling on the edge; while a string of drool dribbled down the corner of your lips.

you seemed to not mind having to sleep on the couch (under your own want). but your boyfriend did, the moment he knew your bed time strikes — he came out of the room and eyed your sleeping form. guilt washing over him when all you did was care about his being and how dangerous the jujutsu world is.

gojo approaches you and gently carried you in his arms, an arm right under your bottom and his other arm around your waist. hoisting you up like a baby as your cheek leaned onto his shoulder, letting the drool blotch his shirt. he doesn't care at all.

the male tucks you in the bed, pulling the covers over you before slipping next to you, chest pressed to your back and an arm resting on your hip. gojo will never let you sleep a whole night on the couch, he will bring you to sleep with him and apologize the very next day for being such an ass.

he also, tried to make it up to you by cooking a classic english breakfast. which ended up in chaos — and you both decided to order take out instead.

GETO SUGURU. geto is usually calm and collected; he doesn't really get angry at anything. even if he does, he mostly keeps it to himself unless it really bothers him. but since humans have certain capacities to their own emotion — geto is not spared from being angry, no matter how calm he is.

after the death of amanai, you could feel him change. your geto. it was traumatizing for him, and you understood. always being there for him, never leaving him alone. the dark circles under his eyes were apparent, and it looked like he hasn't had a good night sleep for what seemed like . . . weeks, or months, if that's even possible.

geto appreciated your company, really. but sometimes, he also wanted to be left alone to dwell on his feelings. he didn't want to end up saying hurtful things to you because he was so angry at himself. but he did, and god was it horrible.

he was already feeling like shit before the argument— which if you see, wasn't really an argument at all. it was one-sided, geto was telling you off and you didn't say anything back. because you knew he didn't mean it. he almost desperately begged for you to leave him alone because your presence was "annoying" him and he couldn't stand it.

although geto said it in a heap of moment. he didn't mean it, and before he could say anything else, you tell him that you were going to be sleeping on the couch, so if he needed anything he was free to come to you.

geto didn't stop you. he was busy hating on himself for telling you that — and believe me when i say that he, right there, almost cried out of frustration.

he tossed and turned on his bed. where you were usually on too, beside him, holding his hand whilst he sleep. your hushed voice lulling him into a peaceful slumber; but you weren't there today, all because he told you to leave him alone. geto sat up, his eyelids heavy, but no matter how long he shut is, they always open back up.

with slow and heavy steps, he approaches you on the couch. and geto had always knew that you were a light sleeper, so his footsteps awoken you. seeing your eyes flutter open, geto slid on the couch, laying himself on top of you — head on your chest, arms clutching onto your shirt like he's desperate for your presence, and his legs intertwining with yours.

getos' hushed apologies were heard as he leaned into your warmth, and you told him that you were never angry. brushing his hair, massaging his scalp using your fingertips before lulling him to sleep, and geto did. almost immediately. and so did you.

he could never sleep without you. whether it being on the bed, the couch, or anywhere else — as long has you were with him, he will find the ability to drift off.

TOJI FUSHIGURO. is an ass. let's face it — he wouldn't give a fuck if you decided to sleep on the couch after an argument, at least for the first couple of hours. toji is a blunt man, and he's a sole believer that nobody could bear sleeping on the couch when there's a bed in the house.

but you were there to prove him wrong.

after an argument going south, he finds you grabbing your pillow and then seeking shelter on the couch. and he clicked his tongue in annoyance, knowing you'd come crawling back on the mattress after a few hours — because who'd choose the couch over the bed?

you. apparently.

he slept without a single care, thinking of words to say when you finally decided to come back on the bed. but when he woke up at three am, his arm searching to find your body, but realizing all he was catching was air — he finally realized that you weren't coming back onto the bed.

and it annoyed him. he was angry that you weren't there. and at three am? he was already wide awake, walking out of the room angrily. but his gaze softened when he saw you asleep, the constant flashing light from the television panning on your body; toji walks over, snatches the remote and turns the device off.

letting out a soft sigh, toji squats down, flicking your forehead. and the action was enough to make you grimace lightly in your sleep — although not enough to wake you up completely. the male chuckled and prepped an arm under the hollow under your knees, and an arm across your shoulder.

with ease he brought you into your shared room and he laid you down on the bed, covering your body with the blanket before he slips into his own portion of the bed. scooting closer to you as you instinctively nuzzled into his chest, seeking for comfort.

toji wouldn't admit that he was the one who brought you into the bed and would end up saying how you came crawling back at three am. you always find out the truth though, and toji tells you to forget about whatever he did because he won't be doing it again (he will).

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