#but i had fun with it and thats what matters

[suhosumi]

Stanley snyder x oc - Chapter 1

English it's not my first language so please be indulgent !

This chapter content smut !!!!

When class finishes, a young woman quickly leaves the university, taking a few narrow alleys. She hurries home, knowing that once the day begins, everything becomes a matter of timing. She wakes up at 6 AM, and her day doesn’t end until 2 or 3 AM the next morning.

She quickly enters in her 160 squares foot studio appartement ,she changes her clothers and flops onto her bed. She open a video on YouTube about a well-known forensic pathologist. She fall asleep et wake up around 8 pm. Slowly, she emerge of her sleep, she grabs a red bull in her fridge, she open it avoiding to break her nail and start to sip, knowing she needs it to keep going.

She heads to the bathroom, get dressed, puts on makeup, and one half an hour later and go to her bartendin job.

- How are you Kayla ? Exclaimes his boss, giving her a thumbs-up.

She replies imitating him a litlle smile on her face. The hour pass and she avoids drinking whats customers offer her. Had a attractive face and body, its not uncommon that some boring men thats would her compagny.

But today its different.

Tonight a handsome man approche the bar with charismatic way and take place on the high chair with a toothpick between his colored lips. Kayla remains hypnotized for a moment by this man. He's tall and slender but his tight black t-shirt betrays a well-honed muscular Il est grand et élancé mais son t-shirt noir et moulant trahit une. The man seems to notice that the girl stare at him and smirk of.

At his smirk, Kayla understand that's she's not the first person who this man do somthing to her.

He don't do anything excepted looking Kayla and she comes naturally to him for his order.

- Can i get you something

The blond man take a moment to analyse the woman, then grabs his toothpick in one hand.

- An Amercian, he demands.

Kayla does so n front of him and start with the ice cubes then the rest of the drink. When she puts the drink down, the man places a 50$ bill on the counter.

- Keep the change.

Hesitant at first, she thinks about paying her studies and takes the to drink without thinking more at. the man Sips his drink stare at kayla who feel his eyes on her. She dosen't confront him so she act like nothing until he start to speak.

- What's a pretty girl like you do in this kid of job?

This phrase... its always the same, and she's heard it a lot of time but from him its sounds different.

- I have to pay for my studies, sir.

Why did she call him sir ?? she curses herself

But this simple word seems to make him feel something cause of his smile growing.

- What kind of study ?

- Medecine. Answer Kayla.

- Interesting. He finish his cocktail in one glups and take bakc his toothpick between his lips.

Kayla stare his purple lips. The man notice it.

- Get me an other one my love.

- Don't call me like that i have a name. she repply crossing her arms on her chest suddenly feeling confident in front of this man with a breathtaking charisma.

- Oh really ? And what's your name love ? He asks making the toothpick rolling to the other side between his lips.

Kayla rolls her eyes.

- You don't need to know.

That's make him laugh.

- I don't see waht is funny, She say most for herself.

the blond man rests his elbow on the counter and he's rests his head in his hand and one leg over the other. He's looking at her durnat on eentire hour and that's was stange because that's dosen't bothering Kayla.

The women come back to the man with a question on her mind.

- And what do you plan to do with your evening ? She asks.

- Have fun. He replies taking a sip of his drink.

- Drinking alone at the bar ?

He laughs.

- You're keeping me compagny, right ? Maybe until the end of the night. He smiles.

Kayla turns her back to him, hiding her face as she start to blush.

This isn't the first time she's been made to understand that someone wanted her body, but this time the desire was mutual. Kayla also coveted him, but in a much less direct way. Perhaps it was time to think, she thought, but feeling playful, she stopped herself.

- Oh wow, how original ! you're only the fifth today.

- I'll be the last one don't worry, He asserts taking an other si.

Her teeth sink gently into her lower lip as his confidence catches her off balance.

- Can i ask why ?

- Because im better then 99% of the men that you meet.

- Better? She asks.

- In bed, Stan closes his eyes, savoring his drink, before opening them to look at the young woman, completely red. And you will understand what i mean.

-I-I have to take care of the other customers, she says suddenly, much too muffled by his intimidating aura.

ke different drinks for customers. And then return to the man like the waves returning to the shore. Something about him desperately attracts her.

- I'll be done in 30 min. She tells him.

He smiles at her in a confident way.

When her shift is over, Kayla grabs her bag and quickly changes before joining this stranger. She tightens her bag in her hand and takes the first step towards him.

The blond man raises an eyebrow, eyeing her up and down. The tall man bites his lip predatorily.

In the end, maybe that was what was happening. Kayla felt like prey facing her predator, and yet it didn't bother her. She would let him do what he wanted with her.

-I live a thirty-minute walk from here, she warns.

-Give me your address, he asks, opening the GPS app on his phone with one hand and grabbing his car keys in the other.

Kayla gives it to him without flinching, far too absorbed by this man to be suspicious.

He gets into his car, watching Kayla follow him. Once seated, the man grabs a blue and white pack and pulls out a cylindrical stick that Kayla recognizes as a cigarette. He lights it in his car, not asking his passenger if it bothers her, Kayla hates the smell.

The man turns the key in his car, and the engine immediately roars, making a noise that sounds expensive. Kayla fixes her right hand on the steering wheel, her other hand resting on the edge of the window. Kayla bites her lower lip, her heart pounding, dreading what's about to happen.

Unfortunately, or fortunately, for her, the trip is quite short. The man quickly parks in a space on the street before turning off the engine.

-Well, that's a nice building, he says, taking his cigarette out of his mouth, his voice filled with irony.

Ashamed, Kayla sinks back into her seat, knowing she can't argue. She quickly opens the door as if to escape, hoping he'll follow her quickly. He doesn't need to be asked twice and gets out of the car as well, as charismatic as ever.

He falls into step with her, quickly climbing the stairs while following her. Kayla jams her keys into the lock, and as soon as the door opens, the blond man grabs her hips, pushing her inside the apartment. He slams the door shut with his foot and pins the young woman against the wall.

The man grabs her chin with his right hand, lifting her face upwards so he can gaze into her lust-filled eyes.

-Stan, he says.

Kayla frowns, not understanding.

-Call me Stan, he says in a whisper, a few centimeters from her lips.

The man named Stan lowers his face to her neck, letting Kayla's floral scent coat it. He pushes her sweater back over her shoulder, leaving the skin exposed. He sinks his teeth into it, eliciting a gasp from the young woman who hadn't expected it.

Kayla, not really knowing what to do, places her hand in Stan's hair, encouraging him in what he was doing.

Stan decides that his shoulder is no longer enough and slowly moves towards her lips. Before snatching a kiss from her, the young woman enters, opening her lips, giving him full access to her.

She lets him take possession of her mouth and places her trembling hands on his slender but sculpted chest. As their kiss took on a possessive and demanding tone, Stan grabbed her thighs so she could wrap them around his hips, to which she obediently obeyed.

-Your room, he asked between two kisses in the hallway.

-Here, she indicated, pointing to her living room, which doubled as her bedroom.

He let the young woman fall gently onto the bed. Feeling a sensation between her legs, she squeezed them together, her cheeks burning. At her reaction, the blond man frowned, a predatory smile plastered on his lips.

He spread her legs, settling between them.

-Are you sure? he asked softly, feeling resistance in his gesture.

Kayla nodded gently. With a slight hesitation, Stan finally grabbed the hem of Kayla's sweater to remove it. Stan kissed her jaw, slowly moving down to her skirt, exploring her body. He looks into her eyes, slowly pulling the zipper to reveal her underwear.

Before he can remove anything else, Kayla stops him in his tracks.

Under Stan's curious gaze, the young woman beneath him grabs him in another kiss, this time taking the lead, before grabbing Stan's black t-shirt to pull it off, revealing his toned body.

Once shirtless, the man smiles amusedly at Kayla, who looks a little more engaging.

Just as he was about to prepare the young woman, she stops him in his tracks again.

-I'm... I... Stan… I'm scared… she confesses.

-Do you want to stop ?

She shook her head from side to side, wanting to continue.

Stan's eyes widened, finally understanding what was bothering him about this woman.

-Are you a virgin ?

Kayla began to blush with shame, hiding her face from Stan. He grabbed her hands, moving them away from her face.

-Are you sure you're okay ? He asks don't want to stop there.

She nodded.

-Fine, I'll just be more patient.

So that's what he did. Stan took his time introducing Kayla to his body. He went slowly, never rushing her at any point. He, who was used to being rough and wild, showed gentleness and understanding.

When their bodies met, Kayla felt a terrible pain, as she had expected. Stan had warned her that the first few seconds wouldn't be pleasant. Then, as the seconds ticked by, Kayla gave in to the pleasure that was beginning to build within her.

-Are you still okay ? he asks, ready to stop.

Kayla breathes a small yes, brimming with pleasure, raising her hips, encouraging him to continue. This delights Stan.

As the two reach their limits, Kayla digs her short nails into the man's broad back.

He moans softly at the sensation of giving in to the pleasure.

Exhausted, Kayla lets herself fall completely back onto the mattress, which seemed so inviting at that moment.

Stan, for his part, pulls out of the young woman before standing up.

-Are you leaving already?

-I'll be back, he assures her. And by the way, don't give out your address so easily again.

Kayla nods, not really heeding the advice, which sounded more like an order than anything else. Stan is back two minutes later with a glass of water for Kayla. He had no reason to take such good care of this woman, whose name he didn't even know, but something about her made him want to watch over her. Maybe he hadn't had a relationship for too long?

Kayla thanked him and downed the glass in one gulp before diving back into the covers, making way for Stan. He settled down next to her, and unlike his previous conquests, Kayla didn't come and cuddle up to him.

Surprised, he asked her again if she was okay, but Kayla seemed to have already fallen asleep. He sighed, feeling lonely despite the woman's presence. He was used to this feeling; it took over him after every sexual encounter.

-Take me in your arms, ​​please.. she told him.

This surprised the man even more. He put one arm under her breasts and the other around her hips to pull her closer.

Kayla fell asleep this time, completely naked, in the arms of this stranger. Stan stayed up for a few more hours, thinking about her day ahead. He fell asleep a few hours later.

When she woke up, Kayla stretched her entire body, still drowsy. She had had one of the best nights she'd ever had until her classes came flooding back to her. She rushed to her phone, lying on her coffee table. Yet, she hadn't taken it out of her bag, she remembered.

Then she remembered Stan, but she didn't see him anywhere. He must be gone, Kayla thought, disappointed. She grabbed her phone and landed directly on a contact card named Stan.

She smiled, happy to keep in touch with him, but decided to deal with it later; the emergency was her classes.

She got up, took a shower, poured a cup of coffee to which she would add soy milk, then brushed her teeth before leaving home for the university. Arriving in front of the lecture hall, she hesitated for a moment before going in; she couldn't miss a class, not with the kind of classmates she has in medical school.

Taking a seat, she took out her computer to type the lecture, but during the hour, her mind wandered here and there until she remembered last night. Had he enjoyed it too? She hadn't asked him…

She turned on her phone, tapping on Stan's profile, then on the messages, but no messages came to mind… What should she write? Kayla ignored the message and returned to the lecture.

In the next lecture, which was a tutorial, she received the grade for a test, a nice little 18/20. Satisfied, she put the paper in her bag. Unfortunately, she wouldn't have anyone to celebrate with except maybe her boss…

Once the day was over, she repeated the same routine as yesterday: sleep then work.

-How was your day, miss? her boss asked while he prepared the bar.

-I got an 18 out of 20 in Chemistry, she smiled.

-Very good ! he exclaimed.

Kayla thanked him. Indeed, Mr. Bob was her only point of reference in life. She didn't really have any friends, no boyfriend or girlfriend, and even fewer parents to visit from time to time. They were always there, though, they didn't even live particularly far from her, but Kayla was on very bad terms with them.

She spent her evening distributing drinks here and there to the customers, receiving some from time to time, occasionally glancing at the bar, not to check on new customers but more to see if the famous blond guy would return.

Unfortunately for her, he showed no sign of being there.

The week was going on as usual, and Kayla was feeling tired of this habit. Her life seemed terribly empty since that evening with Stan.

One day during class, Kayla decided that after two weeks without seeing him, it was time to send him a message.

-Hi, she said, forgetting to introduce herself.

She gave him time to respond, but after a few days without a reply, she finally got angry. Why had he given her his number if he wasn't planning on getting back in touch with her?

She looked at the message in the middle of Biology class and decided to send him another one.

-It's Kayla, the girl from the bar.

Still no answer.

On her way home, she cursed him. She really shouldn't have done what she did; that bastard didn't deserve the privilege of her first time!

He had warned her that he only wanted to have fun…

The next day, when she woke up and her phone started ringing, telling her it was 6:00 a.m., she saw a message from him.

"I know."

That's all?

She waited a week and a half for two words?

She was going to poison him if she ever saw him again. "If ever," which she hoped would turn into "soon." However, she couldn't force things. If he didn't want to see her, then she couldn't force her presence on him…

Thank you so much for reading my story, don't hesitate to correct me or give me your opinion !!!

There is 7 chapter on my wattpad if you want but it's in french t the moment !

[themostsanebug]

i love how people whos main argument against why the dont like jmart is that theyre toxic for each other. like. yeah their relationship is started in the midst of the fuckin apocalypse. they acknowledge that in an episode. martin isnt abusing jon by slapping him to get his attention back to the present. they are obviously gonna be sharp with each other when its literally the end of the world.

im not even a big fan of jmart. in fact i dont particularly like them myself. but for me its a matter of just admitting that their dynamic is a little boring. i dont favor them because they are just. bland to me. i think they had an opportunity for so much flavor if web!martin was canon but eugh. theyre like white bread to me. but you can just admit that instead of pulling the "theyre toxic" card

that argument against any ship always makes me go "????? okay?????? and?????" because normally the toxicity is what makes the relationship fun to observe. and im legally obligated to bring up jontim for reference. those two are stuffed to the brim with angst. with unspoken feelings and violence and vitriol and yet thats what makes it all the better when i read fics where they slowly make up. where they come to a mutual agreement and talk things out. or maybe they just dont. maybe they just stew in those bitter emotions until an argument eventually sparks.

but thats the fun of it!!!!! jmart and other ships arent bad because of toxic dynamics!!!!! whatever floats your boat really. but in these forms of media is really difficult to get the perfect healthy relationship you want without straying too far from canon. but again im not judging just yapping and explaining my view on things because. toxic dynamics my beloved<3 theyre so genuinely fun to toy with<3

[elfy-art]

take two of yesterdays little doodle, using the ref this time

[starry-bi-sky]

im dedicating this to @detectivedarling. i felt inspired after seeing their little ficlet yesterday sadhjfl 🫶

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Danny's grip on his cane tightens.

"What—"

His voice cracks. He stops, clears it, then tries again in spite of the nausea twisting in his gut. "What are — you, uh, watching, Bruce?" He sounds horribly far away.

Bruce doesn't look at him, his attention laser-focused on the screen. Which is— fine. It's usually not a problem, Bruce gets like that when he hyper-focuses on a case, and unless it's urgent — or he's been at it for hours — Danny sees no need to pull him away from it. He likes the quiet camaraderie they have, it's companionable and unique to the two of them.

He wishes he was right now though. Looking at him, that is.

That way he wasn't watching what was clearly one of Danny's ghost fights. One of the nastier ones, if the collateral damage and rubble on the street is of any indication.

Danny tries to remember which one that is. He shuffles a little closer to the desk, ignoring the rock in his stomach or the ugly weightlessness in his arms. It's not the blood blossoms, that much he knows. He just recently had an injection so it shouldn't be bothering him this soon—

So it's just nerves. Perfect.

Most footage of his fights are— messy, at best. Unusable at worst. Amity Park was obsessed with appearing 'normal' when they first started happening, and typical news stations censor the worst of the fights anyways for publishing, since they can get pretty gory at times. And ghosts move too fast to be caught on regular standard cameras, not including distance and light and—

That is to say— finding usable ghost fight videos is hard.

Danny wonders how Bruce got his hands on this one, and then stops wondering.

The audio is muted, which is - good. Good, because the fight is ugly and chaotic and clearly this was taken on someone's phone. Fuck, he can't remember if he ever saw that before — clearly not. They're hiding behind an overturned car, and Danny grits his teeth so he doesn't tell that idiot to run.

The camera turns up, and focuses on two figures in the air. It takes a few seconds, but when it does, Danny gets hit with a wave of vertigo. His grip tightens and he leans heavily on his cane, he waits for the black dots to disappear.

He- uh, he remembers this fight now. Uh, sort of.

He remembers being twelve at the time, and he remembers some of the injuries he got out of it. His eyelid spasms abruptly. This ghost wasn't one of his regulars, so he doesn't remember whatever name they had, barely remembered what they looked like up until- uh. Now.

Was he always that small? Well— Phantom's never been particularly big, perks of being a dead kid, but— it's - different. Seeing it from an outsider perspective. Was he that small? Or is it just because he's wearing a jumpsuit clearly too big for him that casts the illusion of being small?

Doesn't really - matter. Now. He can't access his ghost form, and he already knows the answers to his appearance.

Phantom is clearly bleeding, viscous and violently green like the bubbles of a lava lamp, clutching onto a limp shoulder that's missing an arm from the elbow down. Half his face is drenched in similar blood, the eye on the drenched side is closed — not because he can't see through the ectoplasm.

Danny's memories of that fight slowly come in a bit clearer. Right. He took a pole to the eye in that one. That had - hurt. A lot. Getting an eye gouged out usually does. It and the missing arm took hours to grow back.

He rubs his eye with his palm for no other reason than it itches.

The other ghost isn't untouched of any injury either, but he's not in a state of dismemberment like Phantom is.

Danny drops his gaze down at Bruce, whose sitting in his chair with his hands threaded together, looking so tense that Danny half expects to meet solid steel if he were to touch his back. His face is - blank. Terribly blank, with an intensity in his eyes that Danny doesn't see often.

He looks terribly distressed.

He opens his mouth, and finds that nothing comes out. His throat is thick with an ugly, tar-like feeling that makes his eyes sting. Kinda reminds him of when someone wraps their hands around your throat and presses. He closes his mouth, then tries again.

"B—" hhhhhh, "Buzz."

Finally Bruce looks at him, one hand slaps the space button on the keyboard, and the video pauses. His expression doesn't shift, but there's a weight in the lines of his face that reminds Danny of a set of weights sagging.

He looks quite like he's grieving something.

Bruce opens his mouth, his voice comes out terribly soft and heartbroken: "He looks like you."

Which is— a terrifying sentence in and of itself. One that makes Danny's legs shake and ignite his ragged, poison-chewed nerves alight with the need to run. An instinctive urge to deny, deny, deny.

How could he? He could say, that's a ghost, Bruce. I'm not a ghost. He could crack a joke, and ask, 'do I look dead to you?' or say something about how he knows that his parents studied ghosts, but that didn't make him one.

He could say that, and he could say it knowing full well that Bruce would see right through it. He'd probably let Danny too.

Danny closes his eyes. They sting, you see? So does his nose, right in the back like someone popped him in the face. And his throat is thick and gross and like someone stuck a spider, the big fat tarantula kind, right down into his esophagus.

He breathes in — through his mouth, because his nose stings and so it'd be best not to irritate it further with air — and it's terribly shaky and uneven. But it clears a pathway to his lungs big enough for him to say — whisper, really:

"You know, I think you're the first person to notice that."

[azelle-intermisson]

imagine eating a burger here ❤️

[laylaisthename]

*wakes up after being cryogenically frozen for a decade* omg you guys i hope no ones made this before

[styxxsyringe]

happy easter 🐰

[suntails]

⚔️🔥

[ardienothesieno]

goodtimeswithscar doodle post

i like drawing him. all of his designs are so fun.

[froget-me-nots]

woe.betober day 8 - time travel tech

do objects arranged and then photographed with a cell phone still count for inktober?

[pixlokita]

I feel like ? I gotta remind people it’s ok to unfollow a blog when it upsets you in any way >> like if I ever do that sure, you can let me know if it was anything I did personally I’d appreciate it but if you just don’t enjoy something it’s ok to unfollow ;w; can’t stress enough how important it is to put your mental health first 👌

[arom-antix]

As part of a two-part reverse bang-bang, here's some more Valentines art to which @probablytoooldforthis wrote an amazing fic, Sweets for the Sweet! Please go check it out, I promise you won't regret it, and keep your eyes peeled for the second chapter - and artwork, of course - coming out on White Day aka the 14th of March!

Also, I this is an unrendered version, the finished version will be posted within about a week's time (hopefully) since I don't have access to digital drawing at the moment YuY

[quuerbee]

Heugh ok big time spoilers warning for 1175 (and prior ofc) I'm gonna be rambling so don't expect anything analytic 🫵

GOD OK SO. Its been commented on multiple times throughout the novel that the diciples of Mount Hua (sect leader, elders, 5 swords, etc) want to carry some of the burden that Chung Myung carries. Hyun Jong asks him to trust him and not go after the Myriad Man Manor (I think that's what it was called before they formed the big bad alliance....) in the direct aftermath of the attack on the sect (chapters like. 350-420 ish if I'm remembering correctly?). The 5 Swords try to protect him during that final fight at the north sea when he's been buried in rubble, and then they try to support him again in the first yangzte river battle (the one where the 3 year pacification pact came from) and so on and so forth. This is a VERY COMMON THING.

Everytime they manage to get stronger to protect the sect (lifting some burden off of Chung Myung), the enemies get stronger and the situations get worse. They (being primarily the 5 swords + Tang Soso and Hye Yeon) begin to realize that despite getting stronger, Chung Myung is always at the forefront of the battle in the most danger. They haven't had a single major battle where Chung Myung was not present to help if needed. This also brought up the idea that they are indirectly putting Chung Myung in even more danger because he has to focus not only on the battle, but on saving them if needed (this has ALSO been brought up multiple times but i don't want to give examples so).

Now I know that this isn't Mount Hua's fault, they're being thrust into terrible situations with not great timing, but all of this has STRENGTHENED Chung Myung belief that no one but him can protect Mount Hua to the standard needed. (It's very interesting to note that he has ended up on the OPPOSITE side of the spectrum from his previous life, which Chung Myung actually comments on in chapter 1175!!!). Its been mentioned a lot (by that fuck ass monk Bop Jeong and others) that the success of the Heavenly Commrade Alliance lies damn near solely on Chung Myung back. Even Tang Gunak, Meang So, and Seol So Beak themselves admit that they were initially drawn towards CHUNG MYUNG and not towards Mount Hua. Namgung Dowi is a similar ish case, having been drawn to the Heavenly Commrade Alliance by Mount Hua and the Tang clans's actions at Plum Blossom Island (which Chung Myung lead). Long story short, if Chung Myung did not exist in Mount Hua, there would not be an alliance in the first place (which the novel straight up says).

Another concept that's been brought up lately is what exactly is Mount Hua willing to give up in the name of chivalry. Up until now, every single action taken by Mount Hua has had a positive impact on them while also upholding the chivalrous reputation of the sect. THIS IS WHERE CHUNG MYUNGS CURRENT STRIFE IS COMING FROM!!!! At the current moment he doesn't know what direct he wants to push Mount Hua in. Does he tell Shaolin to fuck off (picking the Heavenly Commarade Alliance over joining the 10 Great Sects) and deal with the inevitable consequences of that (reputation hit and more death among not only commoners but amongst Mount Hua diciples) or does he agree to Bop Jeong's plan and risk everything from the past repeating for the sake of chivalry? He is blinded by his indecision, even mentioning in chapter 1174 that if he were faced with the situation Chung Mun faced with Chung Jin (Chung Jin disappearing towards the end of the war), he wouldn't know what to do and he would "let it all slip from his grasp".

Along with this indecisiveness, he's also agonizing over his importance to the alliance. He is now in a position similar to what Chung Mun held in the past, and he's having a difficult time coping with that. Chung Myung rationally understands his importance, going as far as to say that if he were anyone else, he would never let himself go onto the front lines. The issue lies in his survivors guilt. He wouldn't be able to make the decisions needed for victory if he himself wasn't there to be able to prevent any death he could.

Along comes Baek Cheon, who has been one of the main vocalizers for all the things mentioned above. He notices the things Chung Myung tries to hide. There are many, many times where Baek Cheon is one of the ones that knocks some sense into Chung Myung, but the one I really want to focus on is their interaction in chapter 1175. Baek Cheon, despite all the jokes, is the head diciple of the second generation. Chung Myung is his Sajae, his junior brother. He CARES about him. He doesn't like seeing him not act like an insane asshole. He KNOWS Chung Myung, enough to know his habits as well as his fears and motivators.

He uses his knowledge to comfort him in a blunt way by saying that he will outlive Chung Myung. And oh, isn't that heartbreaking? To acknowledge that Chung Myung would rather spend every day in hell than "allow" a diciple of Mount Hua to die before him (again). Baek Cheon says this as an offhand comment, a subtle reassurance without making it a big thing because he KNOWS that's one of the main things driving Chung Myung. Throughout this entire exchange, Chung Myung unintentional image of being a "perfect human" starts to strip away. He reveals to Baek Cheon that he doesn't exactly know why he holds all of this burden, but that he feels he is the only one who can. (Circling back to the guilt he feels due to his inaction 100 years ago).

Towards the end of the chapter, Chung Myung starts joking that he'll be back to normal soon, that he just has a lot on his mind. This signals once again that he is pushing against Baek Cheons silent offer of support. As they sit in silence, Baek Cheon brings up the question that has been eating at the entirety of Mount Hua for a while. He asks if they were stronger, if HE were stronger, would it have lightened his worries? The final sentence of the chapter indicates that Chung Myung doesn't answer this question.

Chung Myung cares so much about Mount Hua that he continually shoulders on more and more responsibilities because to him, that is the only way to atone for his past inaction. I just wish he could see how much Mount Hua cares about him in turn.

[catgirlkirigiri]

In hindsight, maybe elementary school computer lab classes made me a furry.

[lilpuffyart]

Hot Summer day ˖°𓇼🌊⋆🦎

aka its been really hot here rip

Original sketch!! (sorry for the really bad quality rip)

[flufallo]

Um.... Charles accidentally calling Edwin love and Edwin dying (again) of embarrassment or whatever is my canon event