#and take care of your king

[neviayue]

a good bed | By Nevi Ayu E.

지욱아, 나는 네가 좋은 침대에서 촉감 좋은 이불을 덮고 잤으면 좋겠어 낮 동안 힘들거나 상처받는 일이 있더라도 집에 돌아와서 침대에 누우면 어느 나라 왕도 부럽지 않은 나는 나의 하나뿐인 왕이고 또 하나뿐인 백성이야 그러니까 나의 왕이 불편하지 않게 극진히 모시고 또 나의 백성이 굶주리지 않게 굽어살펴야 돼

Jiuk-ah, I'd like for you to sleep on a good bed and under a nice blanket pleasant to the touch. So that even if you encounter hard or hurtful things during the day, when you go home and lay down, it's so cozy you won’t be envious of any king. You are your only king and your sole subject. You have to treat your king with the utmost care so they feel comfortable and pay close attention to your subject so they don’t go hungry.

Haeyoung said this lot and Jiuk's translator just concluded it as a confession haha. 내 나라는 완전히 점령당했어, 옆 나라 폭군한테 My country is entirely occupied by the neighbouring country’s tyrant, flirting in ikea or is it home depot idk lol

Dialogue taken from Korean drama 손해 보기 싫어서 No Gain, No Love (2024) episode 8, written by Kim Hyeyoung.

[els-moonleaf]

Chivalry and Burrich

aka nothing to see here, just a couple of bestiesss.

[i-dreamed-i-had-a-son]

jon val jon or something

[ghostvibesonly]

the siren confusing penelope’s instrument with polites’s is NOT helping the odysseus/polites brainrot

[starry-bi-sky]

more about og tue timeline twins danny and dan/jamie

very touchy with each other. you might even say. ccclingy. its to be expected, they're two halves of a whole after all and all they've got of each other. worryingly co-dependent. do not separate. ever.

Danny was really weak and sick after the initial separation, and was for a while after. Jamie knew internally that if Danny died, he'd take the whole world with it. He was the one sole caretaker for him while he got better -- not for lack of trying on Vlad's part, but without his ghost powers he was nothing more than a feeble (albeit handsomely rich) man, and James looked ready to bite his head off if he got within ten feet of either of them.

Vlad is intimately aware that James (or Danny, if he tried) could snap his spine in half like a twig, and is uncomfortably aware of his own lack of ghost half now. It makes him feel self-conscious and exposed, so he never fully returns back to "cocky and self-assured billionaire Vlad Masters". Making deals with other brands feels a lot harder now that he can no longer possess them anymore.

Speaking of, he very quickly has to come up with a cover story as to why there's now a James Daniel Fenton to the public, when no records whatsoever of him existing existed prior. Lots of forging false government documents on his end. James and Danny do not help because it's his fault this happened in the first place.

(Regardless of whether or not Danny actually willingly chose to rip out his ghost half/humanity in canon is true, or if that was Vlad Masters speaking out of his ass, a large part of the blame still falls on Masters.)

(As his primary caretaker and guardian, it's his responsibility to ensure the health and safety of his charge, and since Danny was in clear emotional duress at the time, it can be argued that he was not in the mental state to make such a decision. And, allegedly, couldn't do it on his own which is why he asked Vlad for help.)

I chose "James" as Dan's name since it's a popular fanon middle name for Danny, and since he's half of Danny, it felt like it just made sense lol. Also because of the ensuing comedy of the two of them introducing themselves as "James Daniel Fenton" and "Daniel James Fenton". It's got the same energy as "danny with a y" and "danny with an i" and it's the exact kind of name bullshit you expect parents to give their twins.

I don't have their exact personalities down, but something I am actively writing into this au's bible is that I think Danny should be the quiet and (ig technically) meaner one. There's a lot to go into about interpretations for ghosts, halfas, and the incident itself, but TL:DW; Danny is technically soulless, or at the very least missing half of his soul (altho Jamie is too just in a different direction).

Pair that with the trauma of losing his family in front of him + having his ghost half ripped out + all the trauma he would've sustained as a hero, and he's not doing too hot mentally! i think if the twins met good timeline!Danny, Danny would've mistaken Danny for Dan and Jamie for the original half.

He comes off to others as pretty apathetic and indifferent to a borderline terrifyingly calm degree. He doesn't go out of his way to insult people, but he also doesn't care enough to consider the other party's feelings so he doesn't filter himself, which makes him come off as rude. The only times he looks truly comfortable is when he's near Jamie or talking to him.

His standoffish, ice prince demeanor makes Jamie look like a saint in comparison. When really he's not all that much better? He's more outwardly emotional than Danny, whether that be positive or negative, but at the end of the day he doesn't trust or care about anyone else any more than Danny does, and he's got a bit of a sadistic streak. Danny reigns him in when he starts becoming too destructive.

(Which I think makes sense. Danny asked Vlad to rip out his ghost half specifically so he could stop feeling his human emotions. Dan, despite his monotone voice, does exhibit emotions. He's smug when he asks Valerie if he likes his ghostly wail, sardonic when he reunites with Sam and Tucker, annoyed, shocked at Danny's ghostly wail, etc. He enjoys wreaking destruction and chaos.)

(If Danny had survived his encounter with Dan and if Vlad was successful, then I imagine he'd be rather apathetic to his other half as a whole. That'd be interesting.)

Overall though they're both hurt, bitter, and distrustful of the world around them, with abandonment issues a mile wide. They can get better and they can heal, but it takes time and patience and proper support.

On the DPxDC side of things, they do genuinely hold some kind of respect or regard for Bruce. They also don't become vigilantes for a while. Neither of them are jumping at the bit to enter heroism again, not when it was heroism that killed their family in the first place.

In fact when they find out Bruce = Batman they think he's foolish for it. They think its a fool's errand, and they've been so spurned by their time as Phantom that for a few weeks, Jamie even refused to call Bruce anything but Sisyphus. Danny called him Tantalus, and the two of them had a faux-argument about which one was more accurate.

Bruce does, though, worm his way into both of their hearts, and that's like, the main reason they become vigilantes to join him. So that they could keep him safe and not because of any desire to return to the heroic life. Relearning to care and finding satisfaction in helping others was an unintentional side effect.

(Bruce is so very smug)

Essentially:

The Twins: this is our squishy and fragile adoptive father. If anything happened to him, we're becoming mass extinction events.

Bruce: Nnno.

[huitandahalf]

I know that we got plenty of options as to how everything with the Ender King is going to go down, but a thought that has not left my mind was the idea of the Ender King downing qPhil in some way and taking him away. Which means there would be a chat message for all to see :)

For example :)

[casscainmainly]

Idk how people feel about this but I don't really like this description of Duke from Robin War. Firstly, Duke is not really 'the brains' of WAR - they get their orders from a disguised Alfred, and they don't really solve any puzzles (which would be Duke's specialty) so I don't even know what 'the brains' refers to here.

Secondly, I feel like this is the start of the 'Duke is WAR's leader' misconception that persists to this day. In the six issues leading up to Robin War, Duke gets recruited, Troy dies, WAR breaks up, Riko gets them back together, and they fight a Talon. Duke never does any leading; he spends the majority of the time arguing with Dre, flirting with Izzy, and snarking anyone under the sun. A huge part of his early character is that he's difficult to work with! Arguably Riko is the 'leader' of WAR if we have to pick one, but they're written more as equals who have a mysterious boss than as leader/followers.

The idea of even having a 'face' or 'leader' of WAR goes against the We, the notion of the collective; the point of WAR is they're all in it together, and none of them is 'more special' than the other because they all represent Gotham's youth. I know this is very nitpicky but it's important to WAR's message Duke is not the leader.

[ghoulspaw]

Jiro is so real

[demelzathemer]

My Heart Is a Haunted House

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘈𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘱𝘴𝘦𝘴, 𝘗𝘢𝘺𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥 + 𝘗𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘬𝘪, 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘛

@dbdpromptober Day 8 (words: 1086)

Part 8 of dbd corpse bride AU

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Charles was grinning ear to ear, happily going along with Edwin’s lead. He didn’t mind looking a little silly because there was a bashful look in Edwin’s shifty eyes when the song ended and they were drowned in cheers and applause.

The Cat bowed deep on the stage, catching imaginary roses thrown his way. Despite the grim subject, Charles had to admit the performance had been pretty mint.

They retired back to the bar counter with Jenny, Charles refusing to let go of Edwin’s hand. The bare knuckles felt funny in his fingers, bone warming up against his skin. The ring hung loose on Edwin’s fourth finger and Charles nudged it to spin it around.

Jenny rolled her eyes but Charles could tell it was good-natured.

“Get out of here, you two,” she shooed them away from the counter. “Reckon we’ll be here all night.”

She shot a pointed glance towards the stage where the Cat was gearing up for another musical number.

Charles wouldn’t mind that; he was having fun in the lively atmosphere. But Edwin looked like he needed a breather and some alone time with him sounded even better in Charles’ head. She gave Jenny a grin and a thumbs-up over his shoulder when Edwin pulled him away.

The place was a closed maze consisting of endless winding streets and alleys made of cobblestone. The overcast ceiling hung low and felt claustrophobic, but Edwin made his way without hesitation. Sometimes, Charles saw the street shifting in front of them, like they were bending by Edwin’s will.

They passed through an open area that appeared to be a marketplace, several shops and buildings like libraries and council halls. The residents were few and far between and they were all walking corpses.

Finally, following a sloped meandering path, they climbed up a hill and onto a clearing with a view over the city. Edwin let out a sigh, his shoulders coming down. He walked on the edge and turned back to Charles, his hands tightly clasped in front of him.

“Much better. I believe… you might like to see the view,” he said, aiming for nonchalant but his nervousness bled through.

Behind him was nothing but a thin iron railing protecting him from falling. Scrubby vines had curled around it, blooming tiny blue roses. Gray sky arched overhead, framing Edwin into a beautiful picture.

“Oh, I like it,” Charles said, an easy smile spreading on his lips, when he closed the space between them.

He put his arms out to grab the railing, trapping Edwin between them. He was forced to back up until the iron touched the small of his back. They’d been this close when they waltzed, but without the steps or the music, the air suddenly felt charged.

Edwin cocked his head, squinting his eyes at Charles. Charles’ eyes roamed his face, committing every detail to memory. He’d never wanted to kiss somebody so badly.

He wondered what he’d done to end up dreaming about such a bizarre, vibrant place where he had the cutest boyfriend in the world who just happened to be undead.

Then the sight behind Edwin’s head caught Charles’ attention, and he had to admit, it was pretty brills. From up there, the city looked small like a child’s building bricks, the maze expanding into the horizon and beyond, endlessly. It was fantastical and impossible at the same time, waiting to be explored and to get lost in.

Charles leaned back to watch Edwin again.

“Who was that Cat fellow, then?” He asked, quirking his brow.

“He’s a Cat King, actually. A spirit with transformative powers, though his exact nature still eludes me,” Edwin said.

“Right, but, who is he to you?” Charles shrugged, like the answer wasn’t an itch under his skin he tried his best not to be bothered by.

“He’s an old friend. Though he does fancy me, but that didn’t work out,” Edwin answered honestly.

“What do you mean by ‘didn’t work out’? Edwin-” Charles gasped, but Edwin laughed.

“Charles, don’t be-” he started, but then his nose fell off.

His bright, wide eyes stared at Charles in shock, but in the place of his nose the dark caverns of his skull could be seen.

“Oh no, I’m sorry,” Edwin hurried to bring a hand over his face; the skeleton one, which did little in hiding anything. “That happens sometimes, I’m…”

“No problem, mate,” Charles responded, easily. He bent down, keeping himself from showing any kind of surprise. Edwin would totally take it the wrong way, with how horribly embarrassed he already sounded.

Charles picked up his nose and handed it to Edwin. It was a small little thing, feeling slightly cool and waxy in his fingers. Edwin turned away to fix his face, hunching his shoulders. Charles wanted to put his hands on them and tell him it was all okay, just so he could see Edwin’s tightly wound being relaxed again.

He was interrupted by a scratchy noise on the stone and then something crashed against his ankle with furious cawing. He looked down and saw a white skeleton of a small bird, waving his stick wings and pecking at him.

“Stop that, Monty. He didn’t hurt me,” Edwin scolded and lowered his hand on the ground. The bird hopped on and perched on his shoulder when Edwin straightened his back.

“Charles, this is Monty. He’s also my friend,” Edwin introduced him and the parrot bobbed its head, proudly.

Was it a parrot? Charles was terrible at identifying birds, at least without any feathers. He reached his hand out as a peace offering.

“Hello, mate. A friend of Edwin is a friend of mine,” he smiled.

Charles found it hopelessly charming that every person here seemed to adore Edwin. He was like a disney princess, surrounded by talking animals.

Monty considered his hand with a tilt of his head. Then he stepped around, his beak in Edwin’s hair and showing his back at Charles.

“Would it kill you to be polite?” Edwin sniped. The whole exchange made Charles laugh.

“Don’t sweat it. You’ll see, everyone likes me eventually. Even your grumpy parrot friend,” he joked.

The parrot in question swung around, stomping up and down and throwing a flurry of loud caws at him.

“Monty wants you to know that he’s a crow,” Edwin explained flatly.

“Sorry, mate. Your grumpy crow friend, then. My point still stands,” he grinned.

From a distance, the dull sound of church bells rang out four times.

[possamble]

The hypocrisy of "I wasn't gonna be a kid forever" is devastating but we all knew she would be like this

[ducktracy]

so where is my 9 hour video essay on the mysterious origins of Porky’s presumed ex fling, “Lotta Pigge”

[hell-mind]

Give Scarlet King a hat because 999 took his crown

Rebel Son. Soon to be a menace!

[ganymedesclock]

nailing down Hero's design and his pastimes a little more. He's basically taken over a palace garden as his happy place / physical therapy thunderdome. Even if it's nicely insulated from the elements, he still needs to hide from the sun because his sheer capacity for light magic has progressively destroyed the pigmentation in his hair and skin. (Irony of ironies, considering his patron deity...)

Needless to say people are sometimes surprised to find out the raspy-voiced gardener is the king consort and legendary hero of light.

[duahauuoplanh]

From the first day we met, my world has always been full of you.

[evecallum]

Obsessed with Karim and Miyana just casually drinking in like every leisure scene we see them in. A lot could be explained if it turned out they were just really fucked up in s6

[theloveinc]

omg imagine incubus sukuna.. he’s the same- four arms, four eyes, seven, six foot but an incubus. summoning him drunk alone and sad and then he just.. lingers lmfao. after waking up in a century that isn’t his in a 20, 30 something woman’s apartment that isn’t his he just has to adapt to strange customs this decade has that makes him so uncomfortable that your comfortable with. “what do u mean u can go out dressed like that. showing ur wrists and calf’s. AT WORK.”

YES another anon and i were kinda just talking abt this (here + here!) and i have to admit i kinda ADORE his confusion lmao, esp when you're just like... "if you don't like it you can leave, you know? I only called you over once. one time." and he literally has no argument in return LMAOO).

it's especially funny tho because once he finally gets used to the whole...ankles and calves and one layer of clothing thing... he starts getting mad about other stuff, like capitalism when you try to explain to him you have to listen to your boss even though you aren't married to them, all:

Sukuna: "you're serving a man who isn't your husband? what does he give you in return for your loyalty?"

You: "I make money?"

"But if he's in control... he's supposed to provide for his women, is he not?"

"No, because he's my boss?"

"But he at least pleasures you sexually, correct?"

"god no."

HOOOO MY GOD he is so confused.

I'd say you'd eventually you have to take him out to a work thing with you to get him more familiar with the concept... but i think seeing more "half-naked" women serving some random dude would KILL HIM FOR REAL that time. embodiment of the "bitch you live like this meme?" except he's talking about the fact that whatever person you work for isn't giving you head 24/7 or buying you shit.

He'd honestly try to put hands on your boss for "corruption" or something.