#di jun hang

[quailfence]

[Image description taken from alt: complex movie-poster illustration for "The Grand Turnabout" a Yamazaki Film, the overall composition invoking a chessboard. Alternate images fill the board's dark and light squares: On the individual light squares are lineart portraits of the case's huge cast, while the dark squares altogether instead form one big image: A determined Edgeworth, a scared John Marsh, and a weeping Sebastian Debeste within the form of a hooded red figure. On top of the chess board are evidence and chess pieces of Moozilla, the Grand Tower, a hot air balloon, a knight piece, and a toppled king piece, as well as swirling footprints- of shoes, dog paws, and monster hooves. End Description.]

[Plain text: The Grand Turnabout, for turnabout-cinema. End plain text.]

[Image description, taken from alt: image 1: Standalone lineart portraits of the Grand Turnabout's cast. Image 2: Four early concepts for the poster. Image 3: A Moozilla 3d model (used in the final illustration as a chess piece) being made in Sculptris and subsequently being posed in many silly ways. End description.]

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THE GRAND TURNABOUT, for @turnabout-cinema 🍿

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[yuzuna123]

//Tekken 8 spoilers

Kazuya...Jun...my loves

You two deserve so much better than your romance being shown in a what if scenario 💔💔 I'm sorry Namco didn't give you the screen time you so much deserve my loves. 💔💔

[itsnesss]

𝐫𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 | hwang jun-ho × fem!reader

summary | you have an unexpected reunion with Jun-ho after believing he was dead

warnings | angst, unresolved love, smut, explicit content, p in v, unprotected sex

word count | 1.7 k

author's note | it would help me a lot if you liked, commented and reposted so that more people read what I write and don't forget to follow me thanks ᡣ𐭩

The road stretched endlessly in front of you. You were a police officer, but at that moment, as you drove down that lonely highway, you didn't feel the rigidity of your uniform or the weight of your job.

Your mind traveled back to the past, to moments you would rather forget. Years had passed since you lost him. Since that night when he simply disappeared and you never heard from him again.

Suddenly, the lights of a patrol car reflected in your rearview mirror. The blue glow made your heart leap in your chest. Quickly, you checked your speed, confirming that you had been speeding. You cursed under your breath.

You stopped the car and parked it by the side of the road. The blue light continued to shine behind you, but something twisted in your stomach.

You prepared for a short exchange, a speeding ticket, something routine. But when the driver's door opened and you looked up, something made you stop.

There he was. In a traffic police uniform.

Hwang Jun-ho.

You couldn't believe it. Your mind went blank for a moment, as if time itself had stopped. He was staring at you, his dark eyes reflecting something you couldn't identify. For a moment, the air between the two of you thickened, dense with the memories of a past that had never completely faded.

"Good evening" he said, his voice as deep as you remembered, but with a tone you hadn't heard before. "Did you know you were speeding?"

Your body tensed instantly, but it wasn't because of the speeding. It was because of the surprise. For the feeling that the past had returned to hit you hard. You didn't know what to say, you just looked into his eyes, searching for a sign that what you saw in front of you was nothing but an illusion.

"Jun-ho…" you whispered, the word slipping from your lips as if it weren't yours, as if you couldn't believe what you were seeing.

He nodded slowly, his expression unchanged, but there was something in his gaze, something that made you doubt everything you had believed. How was it possible that he was here?

"Didn't you expect to see me here?" he asked, his tone now softer, but with a weight of nostalgia that seemed to hang in the air. "You thought you would never see me again".

A knot formed in your throat. You had asked yourself so many times what had happened to him. If he would ever come back. But the pain of the separation, the void left by his disappearance, was still fresh in your mind. And now you had him in front of you, alive, real, and in a uniform you had never imagined.

You didn't know if you had been waiting for this moment or dreading it.

"Why... are you in transit?" the question slipped out almost unintentionally, but Jun Ho cut it off before you could finish it.

"I needed to start over. Change of scenery" His voice became softer, as if the words he was saying had too great a weight to let go.

You stared at him, unsure if you could believe his words. The situation was surreal. How had he ended up here? What had happened to him since his disappearance? The last time you heard from him, it was when they found him adrift in the ocean, almost lifeless, recovering from everything he had endured. But now he was here, in front of you, as if time hadn't passed at all.

"I thought you had... died." The phrase came out before you could stop it.

Jun Ho let out a sigh, his eyes softened for a second.

"Everyone thought the same," he said, with a faint smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "But I survived. And here I am".

The silence settled between the two of them, heavy, full of unasked questions, of unmentioned memories. And in that moment, something inside you broke. Something you had tried to contain for so long. The need to understand what had happened, to comprehend how it had all been. And more than anything, the need to feel it close again.

"I didn't think I would ever see you again," you said, almost like a whisper.

Jun-ho didn't respond immediately. Instead, he leaned toward the passenger seat, his face now just a few centimeters from yours. The proximity made you tremble. You couldn't deny what you felt, what you had always felt for him. The connection you shared, even after everything that happened, was undeniable.

Suddenly, he moved closer, his lips almost touching yours. A shiver ran through your body as you felt his closeness, and the air became thick. The memories, the emotions, everything you had kept inside overflowed in that moment.

Without thinking, you kissed him.

The kiss was immediate, as if time hadn't passed, as if everything were back to how it used to be. The touch of his lips on yours ignited something within you, something you had kept extinguished for years. The spark, the fire you shared, had never gone out.

Jun-ho's hands traced your face, as if he feared you would vanish at any moment. The gentleness with which he touched you contrasted with the urgency in his kiss. It didn't matter what had happened, what had occurred in the past. At that moment, only the present mattered.

The car no longer seemed like a closed space. The connection between the two of them was palpable, almost electric. You pulled away from his kiss for a moment, taking a breath, but before you could say anything, he leaned in again. This time, he was more determined, more firm.

His hands traveled down your neck, tracing the contour of your skin, and a shiver ran through your body. You felt how desire took hold of both of you, how the chemistry that had remained between you hadn't faded with time. It was as if it had never left.

"I've missed you so much," he said softly, as he kissed you again.

Jun-ho's words made your heart race even faster. You felt as if you had returned to the past, when everything was simpler, when there were no distances, when you both shared dreams and promises. But that promise was broken, and now only the shadows of what once was remained.

The tension in the air was rising, and you couldn't stop thinking about everything that had happened between the two of you. But in that moment, the only thing that mattered was him. All you wanted was to feel him close again.

Jun-ho looked you in the eyes, and without a word, his hands began to unbutton your uniform. The desire grew with every second, with every caress, with every touch of his skin against yours.

You moved to the passenger side, sliding over his lap as his hands removed your uniform. You nestled against his chest, feeling his lips kiss your shoulders, while his hands brushed against your bare skin. The touch of his fingers tracing your curves made you gasp.

Jun-ho kissed you again, deepening the kiss, and his hands moved to the back of your body, towards your buttocks. The gesture made you tremble, and you felt something within you beginning to give in. The tension you had held for so long was fading away.

He leaned close to your ears and whispered something, words you couldn't quite understand, but that seemed to promise something beyond that moment. And instead of waiting, his fingers slid between your thighs, searching for the spot he knew would drive you wild.

The caress of his fingers was soft, tempting, as if they were about to make a promise. The closeness of his body, the proximity of his mouth over you, the softness of his fingers on you, it was all as if you were returning to the past. Everything was as if they had never been apart.

Your breath caught when his fingers found the spot. The desire intensified in an instant. The excitement had brought you to a point you didn't want to leave, and the touch of his hand on you was too much to resist.

You moved slowly over his lap, feeling the bulge of his pants against your thighs. The friction was inevitable, but Jun-ho didn't seem to mind. Instead, he moved with me, his fingers slowly penetrating you. The moans that escaped your throat were involuntary, and Jun Ho muffled them with a kiss. The rhythm of his fingers increased, the penetration deeper and more rhythmic. You couldn't hold out much longer.

Suddenly, Jun Ho stopped you. His fingers left you with a softness that made you gasp. But before you could protest, Jun-ho leaned closer to your ear and whispered.

"I want to feel you" His words made you lose your composure completely. The air in the car had become dense, heavy with desire.

I didn't need any more stimulation. Quickly, you took off your underwear and sat on his lap again.

You slid your hand between his pants, caressing his erection. The sensation of his skin, soft and warm under your touch, was all you needed. You slid it down, revealing his erection in all its glory. It was just as you remembered, big and thick, ready to be fucked.

You didn't take any more time to think. There was no more time for that. You moved over his erection, the position of the car forced you to be the one on top, and that was exactly what you wanted. The position of control was yours at that moment.

You sat on him, his erection brushing against the edge of your entrance, but without penetrating. The torture was as good as it was painful. The friction was all you needed to reach the climax, but it was also what made you want more.

Suddenly, his arms enveloped you, and he pulled you towards him. The movement was abrupt, and his erection sank into you in an instant. The penetration was stronger than you expected, but also more pleasurable.

The scream that escaped your lips was involuntary, but the pleasure was undeniable. Jun-ho moved beneath you, pushing his erection inside you over and over again. Each thrust made you tense a little more, made you sit a little deeper on his cock.

The position of the car made sex a bit more uncomfortable, but that was the last thing on your mind. At that moment, all that mattered was the feeling of having him inside you again, feeling his breath on you, having his body in contact with yours.

"Tell me you haven't forgotten me," you whisper in his ear.

The request was simple, but what lay behind it was much more than just words.

"I have never forgotten you," you replied sincerely, your words coming out in gasps. "I will never be able to do it".

Jun Ho smiled at you, his eyes shining in the darkness of the car. His arms tightened around you, and he pushed a little deeper inside you. Your breath caught for a moment, the pleasure rising to a new level.

"Then, tell me that you will always love me" he whispered again.

The words slipped from your lips without thinking.

"Yes, I always loved you. I always will".

Jun-ho smiled again, but this time, there was something in his eyes, an emotion that seemed to shine like fire. His arms tightened around you a little more, and he began to move beneath you again. The position was uncomfortable, but it didn't matter. All that mattered was the rhythm, the feel of his cock inside you.

Their breathing became labored. The pleasure intensified with each thrust, but it wasn't just the sex that made you lose your composure. It was the closeness of having him there, of having him back in your life.

Their breathing became labored. The pleasure intensified with each thrust, but it wasn't just the sex that made you lose your composure. It was the closeness of having him there, of having him back in your life.

When you reached the climax, the scream that came out of you was not just one of pleasure. It was one of liberation, of having released everything you had been holding back for years.

Jun-ho arrived just a moment later, his body tensing beneath you as he came. The warm fluid spilled inside you, and you felt his erection pulsing within you.

Both of your breathing became gentle, and for a moment, there were no words between you. Only the sound of the air moving in the car was audible. Jun-ho gently stroked your hair as you leaned on his shoulder, feeling his skin against yours.

"You won't give me a ticket for having sex in the car, will you?" you joked a moment later.

Jun Ho laughed softly, his lips brushing against your hair.

"No" He smiled in the darkness. "I think you've already paid me in full".

You laughed softly and leaned a little more into his arms.

[wangxianficrecs]

Wei Wuxian, worst supervillain by antebunny

Wei Wuxian, worst supervillain

by antebunny (@antebunny)

G, 3k, Wangxian

Summary: Lan Wangji has never met a worse supervillain. He finds this rather remarkable considering that he has, during his tenure as Hanguang-jun, fought quite a large number of villains. Certainly some of them, like Wen Ruohan’s two successors, Wen Xu and Wen Chao, lacked style, as did Su She and Jin Zixun. But what they lacked in style, each and every one of them made up for in sheer villany. Even Wang Lingjiao didn’t hesitate to kick a puppy she saw on the street. The Yiling Patriarch, on the other hand. Well. Mojo's comments: Adorable. Excerpt: It’s on a stormy night that Lan Wangji finds the Yiling Patriarch leaning against the side of a building, deep in some alleyway, clutching his side with one hand. His breath comes out in erratic bursts, and his sopping wet hair runs down his face and his back like ink down a brush. His silver eyes are dull when he sees Lan Wangji land lightly on the paved ground, clear umbrella held above his head, moonlight filtering through the plastic. They barely register shock, or fear, or anything else. The Yiling Patriarch slowly pulls his hand away from his ribs, lets both of them hang by his side. Black liquid drips off his hands like ink onto paper. “Have you ever seen blood in the moonlight, Lan Wangji?” The Yiling Patriarch asks. “It appears…” He lifts his hands. Raindrops pelt his palms, rinsing away the dark liquid. “…Quite black.” Lan Wangji looks at him. The Yiling Patriarch tilts his head back, closes his eyes. He lets rain pelt his face as well, as if it could wash him away. “No one at the prison died,” he says. “There’s that, at least,” the Yiling Patriarch murmurs after a pause. 

pov lan wangji, modern setting, secret identities, superheroes/superpowers, fluff, attempt at humor, light angst, tooth-rotting fluff, crack treated seriously, superhero lan wangji, supervillain wei wuxian

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[bitchlessdino]

Would you like a receipt? Pt. 2

Part 2 of my Valentines collaboration with @svthub hosted by my wifey @wongyuseokie thank you so much for creating this collab, we love you so much. here is part two in case you missed it pt. 1 Pairing: Childhood bf!junhui x working class afab!reader Genre: fluff, slight angst, slice of life, smut Word count: 4.3k tags: mentions of alcohol, adult activities under the influence, second chances, exes to ???, childhood friend/boyfriend!junhui, teasing, unprotected sex, soft turn needy jun, biting Summary: Coming across a grade school ex-boyfriend while you worked a shitty seasonal job around Valentines was not in your 2024 bingo card. author note: finally to my dear valentine @skyechild. it feels like so long since i wrote a fully fledge smut and i'll be producing more. I hoped you've enjoyed it mio, happy valentines day again 💘

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Your relationship with Junhui ended when he abandoned you. 

Of course, you remember him. He is the first guy you’ve ever dated and all of a sudden in the height of your relationship he mysteriously moves away without a trace. You were left in the dust, wondering what it was for him to leave you alone without warning, much less a goodbye. Back then, neither of you had the privilege of owning a cell phone nor any other way to contact each, even so, how would you call god knows who where?

Despite the abrupt and unexplained departure, hope flickers within your tiny eleven-year-old heart; an inkling whispers that you might cross paths again. However, the reality your adult self faces is starkly different from the innocent optimism of your youth. Those hopes of reuniting in fruitful harmony died along with your dreams of living out dreams beyond reality. You know better than that now. However, meeting him again, unexpectedly, reopens old wounds for the same reasons that severed your connection years ago, yet at the same time also opens up new possibilities you have yet to discover about yourself.

“I know you have every right to hate me.”

“What’s there to hate you for? Something came up. That’s fine.”

You busy yourself with your work a day after Valentine's during the lunch hour, which you woefully choose to take. You say woefully once the doors are open and the singular customer you come across is the very man that left you hanging all of last night. His eyes round with guilt, he strides right towards you, and nothing but apologies spill from his lips.

You are usually a person to hold a grudge–with your background of servitude and duty, you have no luxury to–but Jun seems to bring out that side of you. That childish side that you’ve repressed for so long. The kind that hoped their parents would take them to the carnival and pay for overpriced popcorn and cotton candy.

"I understand you might harbor some…resentment towards me, and you have every right to feel that way."

You scoff under your breath. "What's there to hate me for? Things came up, and that's perfectly acceptable."

"It's not fine." Jun trails behind you as you briskly navigate the aisles, replenishing the missing items, all while avoiding his eyes. The fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the shelves, and his shadow shades over any shelf you stand in front of–constantly in your line of vision. "I should have given you an earlier heads-up. You waited for me."

You meticulously scan the shelves, your fingers deftly selecting items with practiced efficiency, nonchalantly proceeding with work. "And I went back home; it's okay. Have a good day, sir. Remember, only paying customers are allowed in the store."

Immediately, Jun hastily seizes several boxes of candy, the crinkling of plastic punctuating the sudden flurry of movement. His fingers fumble slightly as he attempts to maintain composure, but the visible tension in his posture betrays his true emotions. He carries the candy with him as he trails behind you, a silent acknowledgment of his disrupted intentions. "I'll be buying these, don't worry."

You expel a loud sigh, the weariness evident in your demeanor, before retreating to the counter. There, you rest your arms against it in annoyance, the cool surface providing a brief respite. "Junhui, you're not buying these."

“Yes, I am.”

A challenging exchange unfolds between you, and Jun leans in, determination flickering in his eyes. You cross your arms. "What will get you to leave?"

“I’ll leave…if you tell me you never ever want to see my face again. That you wish me the worst and you truly want me out of your life.”

You fixate your gaze on him, a long moment passing as you process the weight of his terms and conditions.

“I never ever want to see your face again. I wish you the worst, and I truly want you out of my life.”

A moment of silence hangs heavily, and Jun lets linger longer than it should. “...I’ll be honest, I didn't think you’d actually do it.”

You offer a nonchalant shrug, your face maintaining a stoic expression. "Well."

His smile fades, and he retrieves his wallet with a subtle sense of resignation. A handful of bills gracefully leave their sleeves, and he places them gently on the counter before you. "Then, I'll leave. The candy is for you.”

As he takes tentative steps toward the exit, the atmosphere thickens with unrelieved tension. He can't resist the urge to steal glances back at you every few seconds, revealing the inner turmoil that accompanies his departure. The weight of unspoken words and unresolved emotions hangs between you like a translucent veil, urging you to let him go, yet a lingering hesitation looms in the air.

“I can’t eat all this candy,” you mutter from behind the counter, your gaze meeting his with a blend of understanding and resolve. The subdued lighting from the overhead fluorescent lights casts a muted glow on the scene, intensifying the bittersweet nature of the moment. It's as if the very atmosphere is a canvas, painting the emotional undertones of a strained encounter.

He attempts to suppress a grin, the corners of his lips betraying a flicker of amusement. "Keep them, give them away. Whatever you want." You lightly flick at the edge of one of the candy boxes. The faint rustling of plastic emanates from the candy boxes, their contents cascading over each other in an unstable tower reaching the height of your chin, yet somehow its stands tall.

"You should take some, considering you bought it anyway."

He glances back at the candy, hesitating for a moment before responding. "Then I'll get it later." His hands hover over the door handle, caught in the indecision of departure before a ghost fo a smile appears on his lips. “When I come back.”

The ambient sounds of the store, the soft hum of the air conditioning, and the intermittent creaks of the floor fills the deafening silence. The door handle finally yields to his touch, and the door opens with a muted chime. He steps halfway through, still tethered to the threshold. The quiet rustling of the candy boxes accentuates the pause, and he turns back to you, a question lingering in his gaze.  The fluorescent lights overhead continue to cast their gentle glow, creating a subdued ambiance that amplifies unspoken tension that you tried damn hard deescalating.

A beat passes, and you nod towards the candy. "Okay. When you come back." The words hang in the air as a subtle invitation. With a final nod, he steps out, the door closing softly behind him, leaving you in the quiet aftermath with the candy boxes.

Uncertainty takes residence in your thoughts, including the consideration that perhaps you meant to reunite with Junhui. You still have shattered pieces of your youth, reminding you he has the power to hurt like he’s done before. Yet, a weariness settles in—a weariness with the familiar routine, the predictability that has defined your interactions. Throughout your life, your every move has been strategic, a means of survival for yourself and your family, driven by the imperative to secure their well-being. Maybe it's time to defy convention and take it back to your roots, do what present-day you wouldn’t dare do.

You meet as expected, coming out of your work in your casual attire usually hidden behind an obnoxiously loud candy sales apron, muted in colors that paired well with the night. Junhui stands before you, a bundle of roses–bigger than you’ve ever seen–is hold up with endless ribbon and his iron grip. “A cliche, but I figured you were overdue one. This obviously doesn’t make up for anything–”

“I appreciate it,” you interrupt. “It’s the kindest thing someone’s ever done for me to be honest.”

“Well, good,” he grins, “But I have much more planned.”

It’s funny. The last thing you expect on thursday–the day after valentines–is to be on an helicopter several thousand feet in the air overlooking the town and their handful of buildings in every corner. You look as if discovering color for the first time with the bright lights under your feet looking like stars, insignificant yet blinding where you sat. You glance over at Junhui in shock as he smiles at your amazement, finding you the most profound thing he’s seeing tonight.

Dinner is given, considering that was the original plan, but dinner in the nicest restaurant a town over with a private room to yourselves isn’t. Junhui, stylish in a simple navy button-up and lack of blazer left in the aircraft with no remorse, picks through with chopsticks his perfectly cooked wagyu steaming from the scorchingly deliciously broth that coats it before putting it in his mouth. 

You follow after him, not forgetting to dip rich and decadent flavors the sauce he personally curated for you. Having only ever eaten to survive, you’ve never had hot pot before and Junhui looks as if he’s an expert.

“The way I will miss this every day the moment dinner is over,” you pick up sauce from the corner of your lip with your tongue, a film of umami dancing on your tastebuds. 

“I still can’t believe you’ve never had hot pot before,” Junhui expresses in disbelief. “You have not lived until a molten piece of wagyu melts in your mouth.”

“Yeah,” you softly chuckle knowingly. “Out of my price range most days, if I’m being honest.”

“Right. Just kind of the life I always knew, I hope I get to share it with you more.”

Your eyebrow raises by a fraction. “More?”

An airy laugh escapes from Junhui's lungs as he picks up another piece of perfectly cooked Wagyu and places it on your plate. “More.”

You swallow a lump in your throat, following the delicious gift bestowed on your plate before facing him. You don’t know why your hands are clammy, you’re just having dinner in a restaurant you wouldn’t otherwise know about in another town dropped off in a fucking helicopter. “Jun. I didn’t come here to rekindle a relationship from when we were kids.”

His hands falter, dropping strength as he picks up his food. “I know…I was just. I was just happy to see you.”

“Really? Then why did we part like that?”

“Like what?”

“Without a goodbye.”

A look of resolve washes over his flawless complexion, “…I didn’t expect it either. My parents made it their life’s mission to give me the life that they thought I deserved and wanted. To them, that meant a life without, well, anything short of the best. Whatever made our family looked good.”

You fork through your food, a mixture of curiosity and frustration etched across your face. “You could’ve at least told me.”

“I didn’t know we were going until we flew off. I wish I had, I would’ve stopped that plane at all costs. Come back to this town for work, thinking everything’s changed. Then I saw you, I was ecstatic. Like, a piece of me still left behind in this town.”

You laugh in disbelief. “Jun, you’re joking. I’m not anybody.”

“You were the last real friend I had. The last authentic relationship I had with anyone my age. All business, no pleasure. When I left, I was trained day and night, molded into this perfect model exec. Perfect to continue my family’s business. Well, almost perfect.”

Your gaze lingers on him, unraveling the layers of his confession that starkly contrast with his captivating exterior. His chocolate hair is illuminated by the light of the dangling chandelier, his body is hugged by the luxurious cotton as if it were a second skin. Despite the opulent surroundings, the genuine humility he exudes speaks volumes about his character. He is perfect.

"Well, you seem to be pretty damn perfect from where I'm standing."

He shakes his head, putting another piece of meat on your plate, followed by a piece of shrimp. “That’s far from it. It’s funny you’ve gotten to see it all. Me messing up. I try not to let that happen to often.”

“So Valentine’s Day…it was all because of work?”

He nods, a subtle grimace betraying the weight of his responsibilities. “The one and only dreaded mistress.”

Junhui has worked all of his life until this moment, even in his desperate escape from reality. It’s a weight on his shoulders, constantly beckoning at him for his attention, and somehow having their vice grip on his collar. He knows it's unhealthy, but it’s all he’s ever known. All the socialite dinners, the charity events, the several hours long meetings on a daily basis. It’s the life he has always lived. 

Then comes you, someone a sight for sore eyes. Age obviously has had its way with you but it did not rid you of your grace or gentle gaze. You had that look even young. Someone who only spoke of kindness and sincerity, even now with him, who stood you up hardly 24 hours ago. He could at least make up for it. He wasn’t sure if it was to you or himself.

The clinking of silverware against plates punctuates the conversation, the atmosphere heavy with the unspoken. The restaurant buzzes from the crack of the door, oblivious to the palpable remorse for a relationship–even friendship–that cease to exist in your private room.

“She isn’t good to you?”

“She’s…demanding. Do you remember when that kid Wonwoo stole your juice box without looking and every day after for the rest of the year?”

You scowl, recalling the glasses-dependent little boy. "What a brat. I couldn't stand him."

Jun laughs, sensing the lightheartedness in your tone. “Kind of like how he stole something you love, your favorite apple juice, that’s what work has done to me: stolen my happiness at the end of the day. It’s…exhausting.”

“I understand that. I’m in a similar situation. Working to live is what all we can do nowadays.”

Junhui holds up his drink for you to clink. “Fuck adulthood, am I right?”

You grin, lifting the glass. “Let’s not talk about work then. To live the night to the fullest.” Your cups clank and you drink your first of many glasses of wine of the night.

You end up relearning about Junhui, hearing about his likes, dislikes, dreams, and what he’d do if he wasn’t him. It’s strange. You don’t go on dates but here you are with Junhui, one of the most interesting men you’ve ever met and you’re enjoying yourself. You’re enjoying his presence.

Perhaps you’re enjoying it too much.

Your work clothes find themselves on the floor, your arms dangling from from his taut body to feel the tension of his muscles gather your flesh in his grasp. 

How did you get in his apartment? You swear up and down that you had just been in the restaurant.

You gasp as his lips find your neck, cascading kisses over your skin and his hands find the fullness of your thighs. Your hands run through his hair with reckless abandon, tugging from the root and breathing against his ear. You feel a shudder run down his spine and he lifts you off the ground, wrapping your legs around his waist as you’re enveloped in soft giggles.

You utter his name in a heated whisper, feeling the friction of his bulge against the plush of your stomach. You grasp his face, looking into his eyes that were blown out from lust, and trace over his features wordlessly. A hint of a smile creeps against his mouth before reuniting with you in a liplock, softly giggling against your lips.

“You taste like wine,” he presses a tender kiss, “I like it.”

“You’re just a little drunk,” you sweetly respond, squealing as you meet with the cushion of his mattress adorned in the most lush sheets. His playful gaze peers over you in piqued interest, kneading into your flesh as he ravishes your body, eliciting moans that delight him to the point of hardening.

You feel it swelling under your palm and you find yourself smiling, drunk on not substance but fantasy, as in this moment, it feels like you are living in a dream. At this moment, you’re not working multiple part-time jobs to make ends meet and send money to your family. You’re living. There's no pressure, only bliss; and right now, bliss is being in Junhui’s touch.

His clumsy yet gentle hands strip you to your skin, slipping you out of your straps and embracing every inch of your body. You reciprocate, roaming his body in light strokes, taking him by his hips. 

“Are you sure about this? Are you sure about me?” Junhui cautiously asks, fingers threading through your hair.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything,” you respond, voice laced with ease.

You extend your arms, beckoning him to come closer, but you sense the tension in his muscles. Worry graces his eyes as he hesitates, and he voices his uncertainty, saying, "I'm not sure if you are."

“Junhui…” your hands caress his arms, goosebumps pebbling his skin. “I want you so bad.”

“I want you too.” His legs anchor on either of your sides, towering over you. “I don’t think I wanted anything—anyone as badly as I want you.”

His words sober you up, oxygen stolen from your lungs. Your lips parted for nothing to come out, a wordless ponder in what he had meant. You slip off his grasp with his gentle release, his head bowing down in view. “But I shouldn’t do this. Not in your state.”

“But—“

“I shouldn’t have even gotten this far, but I’ll be holding myself back from now on.”

He picks himself up, and the draft immediately hits your flushed skin. He picks up your abandoned clothes and tucks them under his arm before making his way to a wardrobe. He pulls out a set of silk pajamas and sets them at the end of the bed. “I’ll wash your clothes and you can sleep in these. They might be a bit big, but they’ll be comfortable.”

You’re speechless as he walks away, disappearing behind the heavy door of the bedroom you’re left alone in. You weren’t sure how to feel. Unwanted. Betrayed. Disappointment. However, sleep offers no time for deliberation, and the amalgamation of fatigue and alcohol becomes a potent concoction for slumber. Lost in the enveloping darkness, your body succumbs to the overdue rest. Resolving to deal with it in the morning, you surrender to the oblivion of sleep.

It’s a morning unlike any other, starting with the fact you decide not to be at work today like you should’ve been, but you’d soon regret that later. That thought is interrupted by Junhui bringing you breakfast, setting it on the bedside table to take the space by you. “Did you sleep well?”

You slowly nod, emerging from the sheets you’ve found temporary comfort in. 

“I left you some hangover medicine, just in case.”

“Thanks, Jun.”

“And I’m sorry for leaving you here by yourself. I wasn’t sure if I could handle being alone with you in a room.” He shifts in bed, weight dropping deeper into the mattress. “I’m glad I stopped things before we–I did something I’d regret.”

“...I wouldn’t have regretted it.” The bed sheets fall past your thighs to reveal your bare legs, cool air brushing against your warm flesh. You notice how his eyes lower to your exposed skin, his hand visibly tingling with urge. 

Words hitch in Junhui’s throat before he clears it, speaking as he averts his gaze. “Still. That would’ve been a very, very bad idea.”

"That's very considerate of you," you say, inching closer to him. “Wish you were considerate enough to wake me up early enough to go to work, though.”

Guilt sweeps across his features, he releases a soft chuckle of disbelief. “I skipped out on work too. Guess we’ll both be in some load of trouble.”

“Best we make it worth it, right?” 

Food would not saite the hunger in your body. It craves much more than it can offer. Junhui only knows half an idea of what that is.

You quickly pick up where things were left off from last night, finding yourself topping over him with purpose, meeting his lips in a feverish frenzy, and finding that sense of abandonment. Junhui, lost beyond comprehension in your heat, takes only a split second to compose himself and undo his clothes as you undo yours. Warm familiarity swells his chest touching your skin as his fingers dig in your hips. He sighs against your lips and all he can think about is making up for lost time.

“Gosh, you’re so big, Jun.” Your hand runs along his shaft, gliding it against the slit of your heat. Jun inhales, latching around your vicarious wrist, catching the subtle darkness in your eyes that halts the saliva running down his throat. “C-condom?”

“I’m safe. Don't worry,” you let out, a sultry laugh to follow.

“I figured, but the other thing?”

“I’m protected from that too,” you whisper, grinning. “Anything is on the table.”

His face reminds you of strawberries and cream, sweet and red. He lowers his gaze timidly, unable to suppress his smile, almost too precious not to bite into. Almost.

You press his cock between your folds, letting your heat melt around him and you mewl over his size. He softly moans caressing your shape and letting you have control as your teeth nip at his shoulder. The cushion of your thighs crushes around his body in an iron grip, working him between your walls. 

You lift your upper body for display, kneading your breasts that’s used to the constant confinement of a 12-hour work day before guiding Junhui to join you. Eagerly, he follows, feeling your flesh spill through his hands, your nipples growing stiff as he twists them between the pads of his fingers. Stars in his eyes, he instinctively thrusts up you, and stuffs his cock deeper back in you, watching the plushness of your body land safely back into him.

You stumble to maintain your form, utterances of religion on your tongue. You lick your lips and latch to every inch of his throbbing hunger. His name comes out in choked breaths, complimenting him without the prestige vocabulary, and you grind into him until he disappears inside you. Your eyes flutter in contentment, the kindling fire in your abdomen burning a bright glow.

“Shit…”

Junhui a hand claims the back of your neck, pushing your head down until he meets your lips once again. It’s so gentle yet lustful, almost like love, but you know to suspect otherwise.

In an instant, he flips you on the bed, landing you on your side. Your body, experiencing too much ecstasy to protest, allows Junhui to take reign and is pleasantly surprised with his choices.

“I swear I have more self-control,” He defends before his hand gingerly makes its way between your legs, and the pads of his fingers find your clit in a sensual caress. “Just…just not today.”

Your arousal creates a film of sex on his fingers, building pleasure as his cock regains his paces, fucking into your steady, controlled rhythm. It’s delicious, tantalizing, and makes your back arch at every thrust, but you know he’s holding himself back. You know there’s more in him. 

“More, Jun…”

“Too…soon…”

He bites his grunts into your side, sandwiching you between him and the mattress, and he ruts into you only a fraction harder. His patience has you desiring for more, compelled to lure him into a drastic reveal of his inner demons. Your head turns to him, eyes oozing in need and conviction, and you softly jut out your lip to plead. “Please, Jun…”

“I’ll cum…too soon…” he whines.

You force your hand, then your hips, slamming back against him, needy and desperate. It's filthy with the look in your eyes, the bounce against his lap, the blood rushing over Jun’s whole body down to his disciplined cock. His length runs along the slick of the walls, the walls that feel only narrower as he grows bigger. He swears under his breath he can’t take it, fucking you loud and clear until the clash of your skin was comparable to the sound of drums. 

Before Junhui is determined to savor every thrust, now he only wishes to seek a newer form of enlightenment in every inch of your body. Your hands ball into the sheets, gaining a foundation, and your eyes start to roll back into your skull, now you savoring every hasten jerk of his hips. No longer delicate and kind, but relieving yet electrifying. 

You embrace every corner of him until your climax explodes like a bomb, traveling to all parts of your body and you can no longer recall where you are. Your legs spasm, toes curling, hips writing, and it doesn’t stop. Not for a while.

Junhui hardly notices as he’s lost in his own pleasure, your swollen clit between his fingertips. Your voice muffles as it falls against the sheets, although he expects them to be incoherent as he is now with only sex on his mind. 

Eventually, his gut tightens, a surefire sign that it would soon enough come. His arms crush around your body as he lifts you against him. He pounds deep and hard into you, your pleasured sounds of ache growing smaller as his thrust does, and he floods every ounce inside you. He hears your shattered breath against his ears, unearthing his own before his body limps and falls over on the bed.

Both of you needed escape for your own reasons, reasons being much similar than you realize. Now all that left is breakfast, and the ponderance of what’s to become of this after. One suspects more to come, seeing this as only the beginning of something different, maybe even good. The other is ready to face reality, go back to daily routine, and do what’s needed to be done.

Unsurprisingly, you are the latter.

[fishsticksloser]

rottmnt babies an casey jun. with an s/o who died in a fight but somehow got resurrected like a week later and just shows up at the lair?? s/o only remembers dying and then waking up a week later

Resurrected!Reader

RotTMNT & Casey Jr. x gn!reader

Warnings: death, resurrection, grieving, in a different style than normal... {CC} = Character of choice

A/N: So so sorry for the late post again... My internet went out due to a storm last night and I couldn't post. So here we are! Join my discord server to stay up to date on things! And hang out with likeminded people. :)

You had died in a fight

{CC} was heart broken

They all were

Raph and Casey would train themselves into the ground

Trying to fight their emotions out

Mikey would pain something in your honor

Donnie would lock himself in his lab

And Leo... He'd curl up and watch his favorite movies

Then one day {CC} heard the security alarm

He checked the cameras and saw... You?

He does a double take

Yep, you're standing at the door of the lair, looking more alive than he last saw you

Of course that wasn't very hard

He drug you to the med bay to be checked out

You weren't even injured anymore

You were deemed perfectly healthy

And that's when the questions started

Raph wouldn't even get through the first question before you're wrapped tight in a hug

Mikey would cry through the questions before tackling you

Casey stayed fairly calm, I mean he's already somewhat been through it before

Leo wouldn't be able to talk, just stare at you in awe

And of course, Donnie, a man of science, had to ask you every question under the sun

[sillygoofyqueer]

TCGF/NPAB AU where Pei Ming actually dies in his final fight as a mortal. Not against Rong Guang, but against Jun Wu, just after his ascension. In my personal headcanon, a god is a bit weaker and not fully immortal after they've just ascended, considering that this is a completely new form and they're caught off guard, so Jun Wu - trying to eliminate a threat before it becomes an issue - gets him while he's down. So, Pei Ming dies.

Of course, he comes back. Dead and kicking, like a vicious little ghost. Instead of Hua Cheng being the next Ghost King after the White Clothed Calamity, Pei Ming takes on that role (haven't decided a fancy title yet). Zhao Beitong may see a son in him, but she sees a warrior. He is the first ghost who refuses to forget her. He stares her dead in the eyes and downright refuses to be consumed so that he cannot forget her. Even if he forgets her name, he will not forget her. She is such a brave warrior, the only martial god he would ever respect. He is a general, and he kneels to her.

He's not really all about that Revenge Lifestyle™ and ends up hanging around Gusu, the site of his ascension, listening to the tales spun of the General who never wanted to be a God, the one who spurned his Godhood and now wanders, looking for someone worthy enough to fight him.

After Mount Tonglu, he just kinda hangs around, reconnecting with Yushi Huang earlier on because, welp, he's dead, the worst she can do is kill him again. He has no idea what the hell happened to his ashes (Jun Wu thought he scattered to them, but a certain Heavenly Official watched this mess occur and caused a massive distraction that allowed her to replace the body with a duplicate) and frankly, he doesn't really care. He's just waiting for something interesting to happen (preferably for the Heavens to crash to the ground, but he's not picky).

Because he ascended before death, he can still receive prayers after death. People speak of the General who spurned godhood, but one who still helps out those who beg for it, becoming a terror to those within his own realm. Ghosts fear him just as much as the gods who hunt them, and he is perfectly content with that. He never touches a sword after his death. He lives peacefully, learning to fight with other weapons, making his own armour and practicing just...living. Ironic that he had to die to learn how to do such a thing. He doesn't get involved with anything.

He listens to the rumours of the God-Pleasing Crown Prince from Xianle, sympathy seeping through him as everyone talks of the awe-inspiring legend, being one of the only people to see it as it really is: a soon to be tragedy. That doesn't stop the sympathy from crawling through him at the tales of how Xianle has been hit with a terrible plague along with a war, how the Crown Prince descends from the heavens to help his country, and the eventual demise of his kingdom. The tales of the White Clothed Calamity. The Crown Prince being banished from the heavens without his sight.

It all makes him feel sympathy for the Crown Prince, especially when less-savoury rumours begin to emerge. He doesn't think about them much. He stops paying attention to any sorts of rumours or stories after that.

Until Mount Tonglu. He, of course, has to go to it, because of the literal everything that goes on. When he watches Zhao Beitong coach a red-clad ghost, watching at a distance and not getting involved until she notices him. They share a look, and he just nods, beginning his journey into the kiln - one that he took before, but accidentally. He does allow himself to farm a few of the wandering souls, because he's allowed a treat sometimes, but he just sits by the doors, waiting for them to open.

He waits for a while. He speaks to Zhao Beitong occasionally. She seems pleased that he has reconnected with Yushi Huang. Apart from that, he doesn't really do much, just kills particularly irritating ghosts. When the kiln opens, he darts inside, not going out of his way to fight the ghost, mainly just watching. Even when the young man notices him, he just watches. Until they fall into memories.

There's no real surprise that the ghost manages to consume Zhao Beitong, but not before she makes him promise to make Pei Ming teach him anything she can't (surprisingly, there are things). When they exit the kiln, Pei Ming is surprised to find a group of child spirits waiting for the red-clad ghost to return. When they notice Pei Ming, he doesn't make any attempt to appear scary - he is quite intimidating as it is. The red ghost looking for his god turns and asks for him to teach him everything.

Pei Ming disagrees.

So, of course, he is absolutely fucking pestered by the ghost (who, despite being strong, cannot really fight against someone at least two hundred years older than him), until he is actually charmed into agreeing - by the child spirit with multicoloured eyes, not by the ghost.

(This was not supposed to be this adapted, just wait 'till He Xuan comes along)

[elderflowergin]

A little rant about MBC My Dearest, purity and men who weaponise it:

(Trigger warning: sexual assault, rape as a war crime)

Fusion sageuk or not, this world has some set rules around purity, even in the relatively loosey-goosey Neuggeunri, where women and men can and do commingle, chat and meet in groups. The last barbarian invasion hangs over them; the old ladies in Gil-chae’s hometown tell the girls that death is better than allowing the barbarians to touch you and that if they do, you should kill yourself for the sake of said purity. Death is preferable to lost purity in this time/place; that’s firmly established from the beginning of the show. (It’s reinforced midway when Injo’s court reports of women who jumped off cliffs into the sea at Ganghwa rather than be taken by barbarians, no doubt perceived not as an avoidance of pain and torture, but a praiseworthy act designed to retain and restore purity).

Gil-chae and Eun-ae have to grapple with this when Eun-ae is attacked by a barbarian. Eun-ae was violated and felt violated by what happened. They know what they are supposed to do, what the old ladies told them to do; and yet Gil-chae holds Eun-ae close and says, nothing happened. We were hurt and our clothes were torn because we rolled down a mountain. Nothing happened to us. She rewrote that story, in the face of everything that said Eun-ae didn’t deserve to live anymore. Consummate survival requires rewriting stories, even the ones that are the hardest to paper over.

Because it appears again in Hanyang, in relative peacetime, when Eun-ae feels she cannot accept Yeon-jun’s proposal, because even if Gil-chae rewrote that story, it’s harder to reconfigure shame when it’s under the skin, when it’s attached to the thing that makes you valuable as a woman. Yeon-jun may never know what it took for his future wife to survive, and that ignorance too, is a privilege. But Eun-ae knows, and perceives her value differently now than before. It’s Gil-chae who persuades her again, who reminds her that they rewrote this story together, two women who survived against all odds.

In this postwar, still somewhat vulnerable time, the possibility is high that there are assault survivors around, just as there are women who may have had to sell their bodies to feed their families, or broken any number of rules around purity for survival. It’s foreseeable that women survivors have been through or seen unimaginable things happen to other women, to their friends and have experienced it themselves. I’m not saying this to undersell the general trauma of war on men - just to say that war crimes hurt women in a very different, very intensely long-lasting way* as compared to theatres of war and fighting.

All of this to say: it didn’t take Jang Hyeon very long to go from “you’re not as pure as you think you are for loving a taken man” a few episodes ago to “you couldn’t live without a man for a day? If you were going to give it away you might as well come to me at least once.” I am truly horrified that he pretty much gets away with it; Gil-chae moves with the punch and gets in a hit of her own, but that’s a bone-chilling thing to tell a woman, any woman. It would be a terrible thing to say to a woman now, let alone in a time when that mattered so much to women, let alone in a time and place where it was forcibly taken from so many women, many of whom died so it wouldn’t be.

This callous attitude continues later when she’s run away with him and they’re in a room for the night. She tentatively asks about marriage, saying that it would be hard for her, since she’s almost a married woman, and people would consider her “used”. (Her fiancé later tells Yeon-jun that he is permitted to kill his partner and the adulterous lover, so this isn’t a gossip without consequence.) In essence, Gil-chae put her life on the line for a man who still says “Husband, no. I am your servant and my body is yours”, a promise that carries little substantive meaning in their world. Marriage isn’t a luxury good that she’s asking for as a whim. It’s what protects Gil-chae and her family from harm; it’s what will allow her sister to find a suitable match later on.)

Jang Hyeon is shown from the start as a man of his own ideas, someone who who doesn’t truck with traditional Joseon morality. He can and does reinvent rules for himself, and clearly doesn’t think that much of notions of purity, but he’s fine using them against Gil-chae.

Yes, Jang Hyeon saved her life during the war, but Jang Hyeon also had the choice of participating or not, the luxury of stepping back if he so chose. Gil-chae had no such luxury, no such choice, an open target on the run. He no doubt understands that the barbarians are raping women, that to survive as a woman is fraught, that sex has become fraught. To use purity to attack a woman he claims to love, to reduce her momentarily the way those old women did - to express his anger by lashing out in this way, in a way calculated to hurt, to violently pierce at the foundation of what it means to be a woman in this time and place is a cruelty that is hard to countenance. It’s telling that his anger at her leads him there, that it escalated with all that time, because he knows that’s what hurts. He knows it’s valuable, knows it hurts when he strikes at it, and yet will do little to protect it for her. I don’t know if there’s any amount of growth that will change this, whether it’s something he can change at all.

There are many upsetting things about this episode, but Gil-chae’s choice to stay at the end is the least upsetting part of it, and the most conceivable, intelligent choice she could have made in the face of a man who - in her perspective - can only offer her fervent words and a feverish gaze, things that will not feed her family or protect her reputation, her business or her heart.

[vonlipvig]

Causes of death in the Ace Attorney franchise

Because I'm bored, and what do we do when we get bored? We MAKE LISTS! I went through every character dead character in the canon game universe (so AA1-6, AAI1-2, and TGAA1-2, sorry PWvsPL) and jotted it all down below, so let's see what the most common (specified) cause of death in Ace Attorney is:

Stabbed (x15)

Shot (x15)

Hit by a blunt object (x14)

Impaled (x5)

Poisoned (x4)

Fell to their death (x3)

Hanged (x3)

Car crash (x2)

Strangled (x1)

Electrocuted (x1)

Crushed (x1)

Suffocated (x1)

Asphyxiated (x1)

Heart Failure (x1)

Burned (x1)

Full list with character names all color-coded by game and more specific data below! (Beware of SPOILERS for the whole series!)

COLOR CODE: OG Trilogy - AJ - DD & SOJ - AAI1 - AA12 - TGAA 1 & 2

(AAI gets two different colors since a lot of people probably haven't played AAI2 yet. Sorry, DD and SoJ, you have to share. 'Why don't you do one color for the whole Apollo Trilo-' No <3)

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Stabbed (x15)

(Bruce Goodman, Misty Fey, Rex Kyubi, Constance Courte, Clay Terran, Metis Cykes, Inga Karkhuul Khura'in, Byrne Faraday, Manny Coachen, Horace Knightley, Di-Jun Huang, Mason Milverton, Jezaille Brettª, Odie Asman, Klint van Zieks)

Shot (x15)

(Gregory Edgeworth, Robert Hammond, Turner Grey, Pal Meraktis, Romein LeTouse, Magnifi Gramarye¨, Dhurke Sahdmadhi, Buddy Faith, Oliver Deacon, Deid Mann, Mack Rell, Ethan Rooke, Pop Windibank, Genshin Asogi, Tobias Gregson)

Hit by a blunt object (x14)

(Cindy Stone, Mia Fey, Russell Berry, Kane Bullard, Zak Gramarye, Candice Arme, Paht Rohl, Archie Buff, Jove Justice, Dumas Gloomsbury, Ka-Shi Nou, Isaac Dover, Jill Crane, Jack Cameron)

Impaled (x5)

(Jack Hammer, Neil Marshall, Manov Mistree, Puhray Zeh'lot, Tahrust Inmee¨)

Poisoned (x4)

(Glen Elg, Terry Fawles¨, Drew Misham, John H. Wilson)

Fell to their death (x3)

(Dustin Prince, Jack Shipley*, Akbey Hicks)

Hanged (x3)

(Joe Darke°, Celeste Inpax¨, Dahlia Hawthorne°)

Car crash (x2)

(Ini Miney*, Selena Sprocket*)

Strangled (x1)

(Juan Corrida)

Electrocuted (x1)

(Doug Swallow)

Crushed (x1)

('Di-Jun Huang')

Suffocated (x1)

(Taifu Toneido)

Asphyxiated (x1)

(Duncan Ross)

Heart Failure (x1)

(Azura Summers^)

Burned (x1)

(Magnus McGilded)

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ª: She was stabbed, right? Like, she was poisoned first, but she died from the stab wound first, if I'm correct. Do tell if I'm wrong, lmao.

*: Accidental deaths

^: Natural death

¨: Deaths by suicide

°: Executed (Joe Darke's method of execution isn't mentioned, but if we assume Japanifornia goes by Japan laws, then hanging is the only method of execution used. Probably a higher number of deaths by hanging then, whether you believe some people got executed or not. Also, a lot of the killers in TGAA probably got executed, too? I just jotted down the confirmed cases, but yeah.)

(Also, von Karma died of 'Something'. Who knows. Of being too ashamed, maybe. Sucks to be him).

I probably missed some characters/omitted them, because who knows, it's my list I guess. If I forgot someone important do let me know!

[llostwriter]

The Husky And The White Cat Shizun With Their Baobei | 2HA Fanfic

Chapter 2

It's so dark...

You groaned out in pain; everywhere in your body was hurting. You could hear the desperation in Chu Wanning's voice. He seemed worried for you. You wish that you could stay by his side, but now that you're dead, you can't. He could only face the remaining moment of suffering at the hands of Taxian-Jun, alone by himself. Would Taxian-Jun punish him for trying to escape the second time? You should have waited a few more days and made better plans; if only then, you could have successfully saved Chu Wanning. God, you felt like an idiot. But there's nothing you can do about it after you're dead. Your soul is probably wandering somewhere else in the abyss.

You could have abandoned Chu Wanning and run away yourself. But where could you have run? Taxian-Jun basically has control of the entire cultivation world; even the cultivation sects are afraid to rebel against him. Sooner or later, he'll find a way to ruin your life, even if you never truly did anything bad to him.

What the hell is the problem with him?

You calmed yourself by reminding him that it wasn't Mo Ran's fault. It was the mastermind. Shi Mei, or, should you say, Hua Binan, was behind all of this.

Curses to both Mo Ran and Hua Binan'! Fuck them both!! They are surely a chaotic duo when it comes to ruining people’s lives!

But at the same time, if only you had kept an eye on Mo Ran more often, his affection rate with Shi Mei wouldn't have risen to the point that Mo Ran would basically confuse gratitude with love. Your former self thought that it should be fine since, in the second timeline, Mo Ran later on didn't do all those horrible things to Chu Wanning like in the first timeline. But you should have checked for signs of the 1st timeline and the 2nd timeline instead of immediately assuming that it's the 2nd timeline.

While you were ranting and cursing at the unfortunate fate of you and the characters, you noticed that Chu Wanning's voices were fainting away. Did Taxian-Jun drag him away from your dead corpse? You know it was irrational to blame Taxian-Jun for your death; after all, there wasn't enough proof of him actually being your murderer. Still. He is the most suspected. Adding to the fact that he did threaten to kill you last time,.

Somehow, even though you can't hear Chu Wanning's voice again, you can still hear the sound of the rustling leaves and the bird chirping around. It would be quite peaceful if you weren't worried sick about Chu Wanning. You can't even remember how Chu Wanning died in his first life; you regret not immediately writing it down in the first place. Was it by Taxian-Jun? Probably. You opened your eyes, and after a few failed attempts, you were back in the forest that you first started in.

You got up and checked your body; there were no injuries. You were completely fine. The pain that was previously there also disappeared. Chu Wanning was also nowhere to be found. You were reborn! You weren't sure if it was reborn in the second timeline or the first timeline. But regardless, you're determined to save Chu Wanning this time.

You followed the familiar routes back to the village, and you saw the familiar faces of the villagers. It's been awhile since you visited the village. The playful, youthful kids are running and playing with each other without a single care in the world.

Ever since you left the village, you never decided to come back to visit since you had to practice for the upcoming disciple selection ceremony. And after you became a disciple of Sisheng Peak under Chu Wanning, you ended up focusing on strengthening your spiritual core. After all, only with a strong spiritual core could the other process of using stronger spiritual power be achieved. With the remaining time hanging around Chu Wanning or the other disciples. Your spiritual power wasn't improving much, even despite all the practices.

One thing you learned from those reincarnation novels is to at least make friends with the main characters, which you succeed with a few difficulties. Mo Ran was somewhat easier to approach due to his usual outgoing personality. For Chu Wanning, it was about patience and care; it was best to not rush things with Chu Wanning.

"孙女! I was looking for you. How many herbs have you collected? Did you get injured?"

That was Ying Qin, your current body's grandmother. She died a couple of months after you left the village. You remember the day that you got the news from the news sender? You did have guilt for not spending more time with her; even though she isn't your real grandmother, she still treated you with care. She didn't even hesitate to believe you when you lied to her about losing your memories.

"I'm alright, 奶奶." You took out a stack of herbs that the original Y/N had previously collected and handed them to Ying Qin. The familiar-looking, simple, loose-fitting, earthy-toned garments made of cheap natural fabrics that you have seen since you first met her. It has been quite a while, but there are some details you still remember. Ying Qin's wrinkled and weathered skin reflected a lifetime of experience with her hunched posture from all the hard work, but even despite that, she still held a genuine smile while greeting you.

The following days, you spend more time with Ying Qin, just like you used to in your second past life. One difference between this life and the past is that in this life, you choose not to mention anything about memory loss.

You remember that in your first past life, your grandmother died before you were even born. You never have the chance to meet your grandma; you only meet your grandmother on your mother's side. However, you also noticed that there aren't many facial similarities between you and Ying Qin. Even though she was slightly wrinkled, you still didn't spot any similar facial features. Perhaps it's that the genes from the mother side are more dominant; maybe that's why?

In this life, you depend on your memories of the method of cultivation to regain your spiritual core and essence. Meaning that you don't have to wait for the group of Sisheng Sect disciples to arrive. Even despite that, you still need to wait up to a year and a half.

It could have taken longer, but thanks to previous life experiences, you were able to find some herbs that're essential to boosting one's cultivation. If it weren't for those herbs, you were sure that it would take up to 3 years, even despite the earlier process.

You cursed at yourself for being reincarnated into such a weak body once again.

Something that you will never understand is that since you can sense that you have more than one spiritual essence, shouldn't you be as powerful as the other cultivators, or maybe even more powerful? Yet, your cultivation was not even better than that of Shi Mei. Shi Mei specializes in healing! He's better at healing than you are at your own cultivation. That was the reason why it was so difficult for you to successfully help Chu Wanning escape from your past life.

You suppose that fate simply likes to play a cruel joke on you.

One day, as you watched from afar as the crowd gathered around a merchant stand, you already had a feeling for what this could be about.

"Selling cultivation materials, including the books for boosting one's cultivation!" The materials were made from plastic, but the villagers didn't know that, other than the merchant and yourself. The so-called cultivation books were just writings about cultivation methods that rumors say work but actually don't. How did you know that? In your previous life, you watched the scene of a woman exposing the scammer after buying tons of the scammer's products for them to not even work at all. The scammer attempted to accuse the purchaser, saying that they probably purchased those products from elsewhere. Just when you thought that the scammer might win this case, another person said that they had seen the same exact woman purchasing those products from the stand.

In order to escape this situation, the scammer tells the crowd that he doesn't have enough money to make a refund right now, but he'll come back the next day. The villagers didn't believe him, and in the end, the scammer left his stand and ran away without giving the woman any refund.

Even with his stand on fake materials and fake books, the woman still ended up suffering a huge loss after all the prices were expensive since almost everyone got fooled into thinking it was real materials.

You looked at a similar situation in your second life.

It was once again that scummy marketing strategy, done by the same exact male merchant from last time. You remembered it in your past life; you ignored it after all; it's not your business. You heard a kid urging their mother to purchase them the materials and books. You took one step in their direction in hopes of convincing them not to make the purchases. Before backing off, upon realizing that the mother of the kid was the same exact woman that would later expose the scammer,.

Balancing the pros and cons, even if you attempt to stop them, there is no guarantee that they will listen to you. So you decided not to make a scene.

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One thing that you learned from your past life was to never overestimate your ability.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

   

[peridot-tears]

What are your Connor headcanons? Also if you answer this can you make a spoiler warning for anything past ac3 ?

Ooohhhh, sure! Most of my headcanons are post-AC3, though, so be warned, they're all under the cut.

I think Ratohnhaké:ton did date Dobby for a brief period after AC3, and while it didn't pan out, they parted amicably and continued to work well together over the years.

He was a total mischief-maker in his youth, which is canon, but I think Oía:ner and the others didn't have the heart to punish him very severely after Ziio's death. Luckily, only a couple of his antics were actually heart attack-inducing. Like that time he tried to get a clean shot at the eye of a bear while hanging from a tree and almost fell out in the process.

Despite the debacle when Achilles first gave it to him, he took to Shao Jun's shengbiao faster than most people would, because he understands how to use weapons that aren't just some kind of pointy stick. Despite his preferred method of running headfirst into doors and using brute force, he does have a good sense of bodily control, and knows when he needs to use more gentle force instead. A battering ram isn't necessary where only an arrow will do.

He totally delivered Norris and Miriam's baby. Didn't want to, would've preferred giving Miriam a sense of "decency," since westerners are so strict about separating men and women and covering up (I don't know what Kanien'kehá:ka norms are, but from my limited reading, it wasn't as strict?), but the doctor was picking up medicine in town, and Prudence couldn't do it alone. Norris didn't freak out as much as he could have! He and Ratohnhaké:ton hugged it out after the baby was born.

If I understand correctly, wampum jewel-making is a specialized skillset, but because at the Davenport Homestead, he was separated from his people for a long period of time, he tried it himself with the hard clams he fished out of the bay.

Ratohnhaké:ton is totally arm-wrestling Kassandra in the afterlife.

I subscribe so hard these headcanons about Ratohnhaké:ton's wife and daughter.

He also wove a wampum belt commemorating the life of Achilles and his final days.

He didn't hunt Shay, not because Shay wasn't active in North America, but because Shay was so incredibly subtle in his later work after the events of Rogue, and by the time Ratohnhaké:ton even became an Assassin, most of the Brotherhood had been wiped out. Achilles did mention Shay in passing once, not by name, just a quick mention of, "I drove someone away once, and it made all the difference." Ratohnhaké:ton, while investigating some particularly fishy deaths, had his suspicions that this "someone" was responsible, but he never really encountered Shay. He eventually uncovered more of Shay's backstory, figuring out he's the Assassin traitor, and managed to find out his name. That's as far as he got.

Ratohnhaké:ton would go on to support some of Handsome Lake and Thayandanagea's efforts to reconcile with the colonists, though they quarreled and didn't see eye-to-eye on many things.

Ratohnhaké:ton was a staunch abolitionist, for sure, for sure. The Davenport Homestead was a huge haven for freedmen, and he had to pull teeth to get white slaveowners and bounty collectors to gtfo his land. Although he would "dissolve" the Davenport Homestead before he died, it continued its operations in secret and would become a huge stronghold in the Underground Railroad.

Speaking of. "Dissolving" the Homestead. There was this huge post-AC3 storyline one of the writers was working on where he pretended that the Homestead was dissolved and that his life ended miserably, which would feed into the Abstergo disinformation later on about how his wife left him and took the kids. He did have to set fire to a few precious buildings with the help of the Homesteaders, and make a few fake documents to throw out a false paper trail, and several residents had to scatter for safety reasons, but the Homestead lived on, and stayed a particularly secret base for the Brotherhood.

Girls aren't supposed to hunt in his wife's clan, but I headcanon that he taught all his kids to defend themselves and hunt in the same manner he did Ionhiote. His own mother, after all, did things unconventionally and probably taught him a thing or two.

He eventually reunited with Oía:ner when he found them in their new home. She felt incredibly apologetic for what she did, even though she knew it was the right decision, nearly dissolving into tears, but he was just happy to see her. She lived long enough to hold her grandchildren in her arms and see her family happy at last, even in the face of losing their ancestral home.

[yuzuna123]

how would the Mishima fam spend christmas post Tekken 8 and in the past when Kazumi was alive?

ohh headcanon time!

So after Tekken 8 and of course, after Heihachi is defeated. Hopefully in Tekken 9. Kazuya on Christmas eve would take Jun and Mikoto out on a fancy restaurant somewhere in Tokyo for lunch and hot chocolate and snow fun. Much to Kazuya's annoyance, Jin would come and join them as well!. The four would later then join Lee and Anna at their house after their outing. They would have a nice time there with them and Lars and Alisa too. Lee would spoil Mikoto a lot and buy her anything she wants and give her lots of money!. Mikoto loved how Lee's residence was decorated for christmas, the Mishima residence was decorated full of elegance too but the Chaolan residence was marvelous~

Mikoto and the Mishima family would stay at the Chaolan residence for the night where Santa would bring them their presents! Mikoto would wake up first and open hers. She always got excited for her presents and loved everything she got!.

Later Hwoarang and Xiaoyu would join them and of course, Victor with his nephew Ben, bringing some fresh wine for the adults. Claudio and Zafina would come as well with some presents. Lidia would at some point join somewhat late because of her job, she would bring some delicates and cakes for christmas. Asuka would be invited by Jun and Lee, and of course Lili would be dragged too. They would both come and Lili would bring the most expensive presents and deserts ever.

Reina wouldn't go to Chaolan residence, as my headcanon is that she lives in california and studies in LA but she would video call them and wish them a Merry Christmas and a happy new year. She would hang out with her classmates that day and have an outing with them at her own appartment. She also has a cat and a dog! a Shiba and a white Turkish Angora cat. She named the boy doggo Ryu and the girl cat serafina. She dresses them up for the whole holidays and posts pictures of them online on her instagram as well as her facebook.

After she finishes her studies, i either have the headcanon she would stay in the US or go back to Japan. I haven't decided, which do you think would work? i hope you liked my headcanons!.

After Christmas was over, Mikoto, Kazuya and Jun would go home where Mikoto would run into the christmas tree and open the presents Santa brought her here.

In the past the Mishima family, Heihachi, would keep Christmas time a bit low but special. Kazuya would train with Jinpachi and drink tea while warming up at his house. Later he would go home where Kazumi would welcome him with a dinner. When he would wake up for Christmas, Jinpachi, Kazumi and Heihachi would take him to a near by restaurant to eat for the special day. He would open up his presents before!, and he would always get something special he would ask his mother that year. After his mother and Jinpachi died and Lee joined the family, Christmas became a painful time for Kazuya as he would remember the wonderful time he spend with his beloved mother and grandfather.

[fandom-sheep]

Technoblade 30 JUN 24

Technoblade VS 100 Minecraft YouTubers Part 1/1

I had to look up my format for this it has been so long since I’ve had a video or stream to delayed live blog for

I texted my brother and it’s felt like old times when Techno would upload

Oh it’s starting.

Aww Tommy. Thank you Tommy!

Aww he used Technoblade style of intro

Oh hi technodad.

Oh no this is going to be an hour?! I have school work to do but oh well. Not as important.

Techno chilling while everyone panics that’s about normal

Cannibalism let’s go!!!

A lone pig

Technodad’s “meanwhile” 😂 I love this

Bye squid kid

Oh meanwhile is going to be such a good bit. Go technodad.

Technodad’s commentary is the best. “Found something much more annoying”

Oh look a tornado.

No Phil!!!! Philza!!!

Oh I forgot Schlatt was god.

24 straight minutes. Go Tommy editing that.

Techno stuck with his diaphragm spasming

Mans already dead and they’re showing his hiccups. 😂

Oh hi god.

Speedy pig

Reaches the surface and wonders what the heck happened.

Just run from the poison

“You can’t trade with god” “what if the next natural disaster is me”

Going crazy cause he has stuff to do what a legend

god making him go zoom zoom. I especially like “don’t get too excited it’s the same thing”

Oh there’s a storm coming towards me. Yuck.

Ah cool shield mode.

Hooray! Philza!

Ah and god is back

Everything shook. Man if god doesn’t know everything is bad

Man Schlatt said the best disaster is Techno.

Everybody else hanging out on the lava pillar

Hi again god. Techno is outfitted for war.

Technoblade has been promoted to minor god.

Flying Technoblade!!! Technoplane!!!!!

A techno on the horizon sniping people with gas.

Splish splash to the village(?)

Button? Sheep?

End it all button?

I love that Techno was happy to press the button since he has an appointment

Oops. The spam kinda over killed it.

Lag? Really that’s the issue right now?

“Stop spamming meteors!” What did Tommy expect to happen? He gave it to Techno.

How are people alive in that pile of fire?

You did bad when god asks you why.

Whoop. He broke the server. Happens sometimes.

Yeah sometimes you just need to vote techno the winner.

That was a good video. I’m glad I took the study break to watch it. And it wasn’t an hour long!

Now I kinda want to rewatch the potato war while I do my work. Oh Tommy uploaded a video to his channel too about Techno. Something else to watch…. Oh it’s just hitting that it’s the anniversary.

Remember y’all Technoblade never dies

[fake-married-my-dead-fiance]

The Moon that Rises in the Day Webtoon.

Summary with Spoilers: Young-hwa has been a friend of and had a crush on Min-oh for six years, but he rejected her because he has taken over as the parent for Jun-oh, his now high school-aged brother. Jun-oh dies of a heart attack but the comes back different (possessed by Do-ha). He becomes obsessed with Young-hwa, which makes Min-oh both confused and jealous. One of Jun-oh's friends can see ghosts, knows that Jun-oh is possessed, and tells Min-oh.

Possessed Jun-oh attempts to kill Young-hwa but is prevented by a talisman. He wants to hang out with her all the time to find a way. He also has violent mood swings. Young-hwa sees the ghost of a dead teenager and ends up accusing the brother of murder (the death was ruled an accident). The brother tires to kill her, but Jun-oh protects her.

Very early Do-ha tells Young-hwa that she's his reincarnated wife and that she is murdered every reincarnation. She has consuming dreams about her past life with Do-ha where she is a Gayan refugee who is trying to survive in Silla. An idealistic younger cousin (I think) of Do-ha is trying to help the Gayans, but everything he does backfires. Do-ha attempts to work behind the scenes but also isn't doing much good. He also helped spread a rumour that the Gayans are bringing illness, at the command of his adoptive father/uncle.

Do-ha saves Ri-ta, who is living under the name of her foster sister. (Her foster sister is a Padme handmaid sort of situation, meant to protect her) He promises her that he will help the Gayans if she both agrees to marry him and murders So Ri-bu. She murders the adoptive father on her wedding night. However, this doesn't really help the Gayan situation in the end because a judge continues to work against the Gayans and many refugees have now become bandits. She is very conflicted about her life as a Silla nobleman's wife. Also, on her wedding day, the older brother (who is a monk) of her foster sister attempts to murder her. From that point on, she is tormented by the ghosts of her dead family.

In the present, they manage to eject Do-ha from Jun-oh's body, but then other ghosts attack him. He is erratic and stabs his own brother and tries to kill Young-hwa to get rid of Do-ha for good. Young-hwa stops talking with him because of this. Min-oh allows Do-ha to repossess Jun-oh to keep him safe from the other ghosts, but he hates it.

In the past, Do-ha is socially attacked for marrying a Gayan and the Gayans are driven out of the city. The monk older brother attacks Ri-ta again and Do-ha kills him; he then haunts Ri-ta. Do-ha attempts to take Ri-ta to visit Gaya, but on the way they are attacked by the son of So Ri-bu. Ri-ta attempts to kill herself so Do-ha will stop protecting her, but Do-ha grabs her arm and she ends up killing him. The ghost of Ri-ta begs Young-hwa to change her decision in the past, but Young-hwa refuses because she isn't sure what it would change in the future. Ri-ta stumbles away to kill herself but is saved by the ghost of her mother, who wants her to live and have a child (she's already pregnant). When Ri-ta dies years later, she tells the ghost of the monk that he can keep killing her if he wants. He is either possessing or the reincarnation of the guy who tried to murder Young-hwa in the present.

And then... Young-hwa tells Do-ha to just get over it and he thinks for a night and then disappears. Jun-oh will spend the rest of his life being tormented by ghosts because he's half-dead. Min-oh finally tells Young-hwa he likes her, but she says she needs time. He says he'll be the one waiting this time.

Reactions and comparisons to the drama ahead:

Jun-oh is a high school kid and Young-hwa is 6 years older than him! I can see why the drama didn't go with that, good call

Young-hwa has a crush on Min-oh from the beginning and is friends with the family, such a different set up. They are both lower middle class

I think I like the bracelet talisman more than a paper charm, but I love that her mom hid it under her phone case

Jun-oh with the fruit knife

Oh there are like, multiple ghosts floating around. Interesting. Young-hwa and Jun-oh solve a ghost murder

"I won't let anyone else kill you."

Jun-oh can sense when Young-hwa is in danger (that would have been helpful)

Wow, he told her that he was a ghost and that she gets murdered every life super early!

Possessed Jun-oh has rage in this one

This panel:

(Do-ha isn't enjoying high school)

Also this one (Do-ha is back attached to Young-hwa, she makes him leave the bathroom):

This is so different! Do-ha is back to being body-less and Jun-oh is kind of possessing himself? But he stabbed Min-oh

Do-ha is the evil guy's nephew and is trying to work behind the scenes to subvert him, this panel is great:

Do-ha was the one who told Ri-ta to kill his adoptive father! And she got away with it! And she did it on the wedding night. Amazing

The past stuff is VERY different, also I don't think Ri-ta ever knows that Do-ha was the one who killed her parents

Now Jun-oh and Do-ha are both occupying Jun-oh's body and they are fighting internally too

Young-hwa says their marriage was a pretense and Do-ha gets all offended and is like, "No we definitely had sex." Then Young-hwa hopes she can skip dreams! Lol

If I understand correctly, Do-ha is So Ri-bu's nephew. Do-ha married Ri-bu's daughter (his cousin), but she died. So Ri-bu's son blames Do-ha for his sister's death. Strange that Do-ha was married before (and super young too).

Do-ha in Jun-oh's body asking Young-hwa not to date Min-oh because she's his wife... yeah...

Short little comic of silly things:

Jun-oh actually dangling Young-hwa off a building! Not just a dream! And it wasn't even Do-ha, Jun-oh wants to kill Young-hwa so he can have his body back. This is similar to the Min-oh scene from the drama

The reason Ri-ta killed Do-ha is basically the same, they are on the run:

the ending was honestly very unsatisfying and kind of confusing

The scene where he begs to her to live while dying is the same!

Young-hwa never really tells Do-ha why Ri-ta stabbed him, she just kind of yells at him and he resolves himself on his own

The kid who murdered his brother just keeps living? Odd. And has the monk moved on now too? It's unclear.

Jun-oh will always be haunted, but Young-hwa is now free

Conclusion: It was gripping, though a bit confusing at times. I left out some odd plots, like when Jun-oh lived on the run for a few days. I can see why the drama simplified the plot and changed up the story.

The love story between Do-ha and Ri-ta was much less satisfying in this version, she really loves him against her will and it's not clear why he loves her so much. We also never know what happened to his first wife, which was odd. He's very morally grey, but without the same level of excuse.

Also, the love triangle between Jun-oh, who is underage, and Min-oh/Young-hwa was awkward. So glad there weren't any love triangles in the drama (the ex-girlfriend was just in it for her reputation.)

Anyway, it was very interesting. I enjoyed it. I do think the show did a good job keeping the main emotional points but streamlining the plot.

DM me if you want to know where to find it!

[akiumzeno]

Update on Survivor Ye-jun

After uploading to the disc server, I've been getting suggestions to make him more balanced so his perk is changed up a bit.

Perk

Ye-jun can click on another survivor’s icon to make them Concealed. When a survivor is Concealed, it will raise their undetectability to 75%. Whenever the Concealed survivor avoids detection, Ye-jun gains a stack which gives him an extra 10 points of stamina. Ye-jun has a max of 5 stacks at a time and loses the stack once the stamina is used up but can regain it.

However, if the Concealed survivor does get detected, the detection stays for the Concealed survivor 15 seconds longer than usual. This ability can only be used on one survivor and cannot be transferred if the survivor dies and the perk disappears once Ye-jun dies.

(He now gets 10 stamina instead of 20.)

“No one is going to find you. Don’t worry.” - Ye-jun Im

Stats:

Speed: 8/10

Stamina: 7/10

Stealth: 3/10

Composure: 3/10

Repair: 2/10

Healing: 7/10

(He now has 8/7 chase stats, 2 repair and 7 healing. People said he'd be too busted if he had high repair and high chase + good perk. So in compensation, his healing became higher. He also has his stamina lowered since his perk already helps him get stamina + his speed as well for more balance. So his stats are very similar to Nathan's now.)

Voicelines:

“Run away!”

“5, 6, 7 and 8!”

“I wonder how Dae is doing…”

“I’m not an obsessive freak, don’t look at me like that.”

“You never know who is looking.”

“Can’t find them, now can you?”

Quotes:

(His memories have been severely changed so now his voicelines are changed to fit new aspects of him. He doesn't have many voicelines when picking up certain survivors bc he's now in the social ranks of Yeona of not being liked by the other survivors since the other survivors are convinced that Survivor!Ye-jun is the same as Killer!Ye-jun but is keeping up his facade to remain in his relationship with Dae-jung with a few exceptions.)

Picking Up Ally:

Dae-jung (Alternate Universe Skin)

[Ye-jun]: “Guess I’m going to have to be your knight in shining armour.”

[Dae-jung]: “Aren’t you always that though?”

[Ye-jun]: “Please, don’t go just yet.”

[Dae-jung]: “No need to worry, sweetie. I’m not going anywhere.”

[Ye-jun]: “I’m here now.”

[Dae-jung]: “And I couldn’t be happier.”

Dae-jung

[Ye-jun]: “Hang in there, Dae-jung! I’ll get you back up!”

[Dae-jung]: “Oh… Thank you, I suppose.”

[Ye-jun]: “So, the whole you know…”

[Dae-jung]: “I’d rather not talk about it.”

Yeona

[Yeona]: “Thanks, Ye-jun!”

[Ye-jun]: “No worries. We gotta move.”

[Ye-jun]: “Ooh… They got you good.”

[Yeona]: “Yeah… I’m fine though.”

[Ye-jun]: “You can still keep going, right?”

[Yeona]: “Of course!”

Eman

[Ye-jun]: “It’s not too suffering to be around her, right?”

[Eman]: “I’m used to it.”

Aaaqil

[Ye-jun]: “Why don’t you say anything to him? Perhaps it’ll be just nice to just get the feelings out. It’ll be cathartic.”

[Aaaqil]: “Thanks, but I’m not too sure about that.”

Crosby

[Ye-jun]: “Just so you know, I also know what it’s like to be in a forbidden relationship. If you need it, you got someone to talk to.”

[Crosby]: “Thank you! And I hope things work out for you!”

Rayner

[Ye-jun]: “Just so you know, I also know what it’s like to be in a forbidden relationship. If you need it, you got someone to talk to.”

[Rayner]: “Much appreciated, friend.”

Cora

[Ye-jun]: “Safe to say I returned the favour.”

[Cora]: “I suppose so.”

Nathan/Jun

[Ye-jun]: “You’ve got to teach me how you take hits like that.”

Javier

[Ye-jun]: “Hey, Dae’s other boyfriend.”

[Javier]: *insert response*

General

[Ye-jun]: “Don’t worry. You aren’t staying down.”

[Ye-jun]: “Hold still. I’ll help you up.”

[Ye-jun]: “Dae could probably teach me little more about this…”

Picked Up By Ally:

Dae-jung (Alternate Universe Skin)

[Dae-jung]: “Don’t worry, sweetie! I got you!”

[Ye-jun]: “Thanks, boo.”

[Dae-jung]: “Please don’t die on me, Ye-jun!”

[Ye-jun]: “I wouldn’t even dream of it, Dae.”

[Dae-jung]: “Oh god, that looks real bad.”

[Ye-jun]: “It doesn’t hurt much. Not when you’re here.”

Dae-jung 

[Ye-jun]: “Take your time. You don’t have to rush.”

[Dae-jung]: “Thanks, Ye-jun.”

[Dae-jung]: “It still feels weird to do this with you.”

[Ye-jun]: “I’d imagine.” 

[Dae-jung]: “It’s like looking into the past…”

[Ye-jun]: “I’m sorry.”

Yeona

[Yeona]: “Ye-jun! I got you!“

[Ye-jun]: “You’re a life saver. Quite literally.”

[Yeona]: “When do you think they’ll start liking me?”

[Ye-jun]: “I don’t know. It’s probably happening sooner with you than me.”

Yronica

[Yronica]: “You practically drool when you look at that boy.”

[Ye-jun]: “Gee, I could say the same for you with that green-haired girl.”

Cora

[Ye-jun]: “Hey, it’s you!”

[Cora]: “Hello again. Not doing so well, huh?”

Survivor Died:

Dae-jung (Alternate Universe Skin)

[Ye-jun]: “DAE!!! PLEASE, ANSWER ME!”

[Ye-jun]: “No… Don’t leave me! Please…!”

[Ye-jun]: “No, no…! I should’ve helped! I should’ve…!”

Dae-jung:

[Ye-jun]: “I swear when I see that guy…”

[Ye-jun]: “You son of…” 

Last Survivor:

[Ye-jun]: “There’s no one else?”

[Ye-jun]: “Time to get serious.”

[Ye-jun]: “Alright, I can do this no problem.”

Chase:

The Idol

[Killer!Ye-jun]: “So you’re dating Dae-dae… You wouldn’t mind trading places, now would you?”

[Survivor!Ye-jun]: “You better not get close to him! I’m not afraid to throw hands!”

[Killer!Ye-jun]: “So it’s true that he does love me! I knew it! He’s just in denial!”

[Survivor!Ye-jun]: “He’s not loving you with that behaviour!”

[Survivor!Ye-jun]: “You’re sick in the head! What kind of monster are you?!”

[Killer!Ye-jun]: “You’re me and I am you. How come I am the monster?”

[Killer!Ye-jun]: “I don’t care if you’re me! I’ll get rid of anyone standing between me and Dae!”

[Survivor!Ye-jun]: “No one is standing between you two! He’s not with you because you messed up!”

The Showstopper

[Ye-jun]: “Fame has its drawbacks, you know!”

[Jules]: “Not that you’d know the joys. You were only in spotlight for a mere boy.”

[Ye-jun]: “Wh— That’s not true!”

The Ghost

[Kiara]: “You love to dance? I do too! You seem like my type of person!”

[Ye-jun]: “Then this is going to be fun!”

General

[Ye-jun]: “I can dance and sing for hours on end! This is nothing!”

[Ye-jun]: “Get ready to dance with me!”

Escaped Chase:

The Idol

[Ye-jun]: “What in the world did I become?”

[Ye-jun]: “Why did I do that? What happened with me?”

Backstory:

Ye-jun grew up in a well-off family that provided him with everything he could have ever needed. He knew he had it better than everyone else. He could have anything he wanted yet there was always this jealousy that existed inside of him. 

Because of this, as a kid, Ye-jun was the most stuck-up and spoilt brat you could’ve ever laid your eyes on. He whined whenever another kid had something he wanted, whether it was a toy or candy. Although people weren’t that surprised of his behaviour considering his upbringing, he still got scolded on it. And Ye-jun began to understand that this behaviour was wrong.

As Ye-jun grew up, he became nicer. He tried to be polite to others and treat others respectfully. But even still, there was always that jealous and envious feeling inside himself. To have, to own. Ye-jun recognised these feelings and never understood them. He already had everything and the best of everything at that, why did he want more?

Ye-jun tried to ask teachers and other adults on what he should do with these feelings and Ye-jun gained a suggestion to instead give and be generous instead of feeling jealous. So Ye-jun followed it. Whenever he got a jealous thought about someone, he would instead try to do something nice for them, whether it was helping out with their homework or buying them a snack.

Students loved this and everyone soon knew him as a helpful person. Although it kept the feelings low and controllable, it did still exist within Ye-jun. But the feelings came at an all-time high when he met someone.

Dae-jung Pak.

He was also someone known to be a social butterfly and he just could click with others so naturally. He was so likeable, so genuine, so optimistic, so caring… But for some reason, Ye-jun wasn’t jealous of him. He didn’t want anything he had, materialistic or otherwise.

But he did want him. He wanted him bad. And that want spilled onto others. Whenever Dae-jung talked with others and acted like his normal, cheerful self, Ye-jun gained this insatiable feeling that he wanted that person to go away. He didn’t want anyone else to have him. But Ye-jun hated it. He hated the feeling. So he only did what was the natural instinct. Giving.

He tried to helpful to Dae-jung’s friends and even to Dae-jung himself, although he helped out Dae-jung because he genuinely felt like helping him out. Eventually, he soon became a part of Dae-jung’s social circle and they were practically inseparable. And although he had feelings for Dae-jung and knew it, he was never sure if he could ever confess. What if he’d just ruin everything between them? He didn’t want that. So he kept his feelings, like he always did.

One day, Dae-jung was thinking about auditioning to be an idol and all his friends encouraged him to try out, including Ye-jun. Dae-jung listened to them and he ended up getting in. But when he found out, Ye-jun soon realised that Dae-jung would never have any time with him to do his idol business. And selfish as it was, Ye-jun didn’t want that so he tried to audition as well, in a desperate attempt to stay with Dae-jung.

To his surprise, he got in. And soon, the two were going to be idols together.

After years of training, their group, STAR*STRUCK, made its debut and they became big. People loved them. Ye-jun and Dae-jung were soon big stars alongside their two other members Byung-ho and Han-gyeol. They were doing fan-meetups, making albums, even getting presents and letters from their fanbase. Although he shouldn’t been happier than anything, his jealous feelings raged at the fans and even his band members.

Why should they be around Dae-jung? Why should they be around someone who’s so selfless? He’s so kind and gentle, what gives them the right? Why should he share?

But Ye-jun didn’t want to feel that way. He knew he shouldn’t feel this way. They had a right; they could talk to Dae-jung. Ye-jun could only feel disgusted at himself.

However, after months of their debut, a miracle happened. Dae-jung pulled Ye-jun aside one day and confessed of how he was in love with him. Ye-jun felt euphoric. He couldn’t believe it. He accepted Dae-jung’s feelings with glee.

Ever since then, Ye-jun and Dae-jung have been secretly dating. They didn’t tell anyone about it, not even their trusted members. They didn’t want to take even the slightest chance that they could be exposed. 

One day, they decided to have their first date. Of course, they first made it seem like they wanted the entire group there. But secretly, they planned it on a day where both Byung-ho and Han-gyeol were busy. They soon both went to a private spot on a hill. Just a simple romantic dinner for the two of them.

But when they woke up the morning after, they couldn’t have been expecting what came. They both woke up to a racket going on within the dorm their group shared. 

Their manager came in, revealing that their date had gotten out and how everyone was talking about it. They were soon swiftly fired for breaking their contract. Dae-jung and Ye-jun soon started to feel melancholic about what was in store for the future as Han-gyeol and Byung-ho left them to process everything.

As the two held each other for comfort, a white mist filled the room. And when Byung-ho and Han-gyeol went to check up on the both of them, there was no sign of them. Nothing that showed they left or were hiding, like they disappeared into thin air.

(He's now updated to harbour the same feelings as his killer counterpart but he has the self control and moral compass to never enact on his feelings. However, his murderous tendencies do not exist at all.)

(This now exists bc two of the alt universe backstories have come out and it has shown that the people are the same as their other selves but an event happened differently which made them go down a different road. So in this case it's that Ye-jun recognised his jealous behaviour early on and tried to combat it which prevents him from murdering his band members and dating Dae.)

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Actor AUs are one of my favorite things. Get rid of all the drama and tragedy for a moment and just be some Guys Hanging Out. So I was very glad to see actor AU brainworms elsewhere and especially with such cool art to go along with it!!

funnily enough, actor aus arent something im usually super drawn to! this one just came to me and the visual potential of jin and kaz acting completely opposite towards each other as in canon was too funny to pass up. that said, its actually become rather heartwarming as well! i love the fake relationship ive made in my head, so ill add some additional "headcanons" under the cut! (and of course tysm for the compliment ♥)

masanori (kazuya's actor) and isshin (jin's actor) are the only people in the cast actually related, the rest of the mishima/kazama clan is cast purely for looks and believability (as well as performance of course)

isshin's casting was a BIT of nepotism, sure, but he was also an up and coming actor who would be perfect for the role, so he was the first choice. like his father, he's REALLY good at his job

isshin and hwoarang's actor actually get along super well, and unlike masanori having to fight his son, they actually enjoy their character's rivalry a lot

masanori and heihachi's actor get along very well too! he's a veteran actor who used to play hero types but gets cast in more villainous roles as he got older. hes a good guy lol

for masanori and isshin's first scene together (the final confrontation in tk4), they actually had to take breaks between shots because masanori is a baby who cant take hearing his baby boy say such terrible things to him sdhfjkndsf. honey, youve got a BIG STORM COMING

masanori absolutely hates the makeup time it takes for his devil scenes, and the one he had to sit through for 7 nearly had him going insane. isshin was sympathetic but also laughing at him a lot

despite this, isshin is actually even MORE restless than his father, and thats part of the reason devil jin is designed with much less prosthetics

isshin's mother died when he was a child, so masanori has raised him on his own for the better part of his life. incidentally, he might actually end up marrying jun's actress lol?

(this is me speculating on 8 or probably after but) they both knew jin's introduction would lead up to his taking over the series from kazuya completely one day, but masanori's final day on set was a lot rougher than they expected. they actually both ended up really upset lol