#did i mention kan

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HI KAN HIII HEYY HELLOOO HOW ARE YOU

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[news4dzhozhar]

Yasmin Porat, a survivor of the bloodshed at Kibbutz Be’eri, near the boundary with Gaza, says many Israeli civilians were killed by Israeli forces.

An Israeli woman who survived the Hamas assault on settlements near the Gaza boundary on 7 October says Israeli civilians were “undoubtedly” killed by their own security forces.

It happened when Israeli forces engaged in fierce gun battles with Palestinian fighters in Kibbutz Be’eri and fired indiscriminately at both the fighters and their Israeli prisoners.

“They eliminated everyone, including the hostages,” she told Israeli radio. “There was very, very heavy crossfire” and even tank shelling.

The woman, 44-year-old mother of three Yasmin Porat, said that prior to that, she and other civilians had been held by the Palestinians for several hours and treated “humanely.” She had fled the nearby “Nova” rave.

A recording of her interview, from the radio program Haboker Hazeh (“This Morning”) hosted by Aryeh Golan on state broadcaster Kan, has been circulating on social media.

Notably, the interview is not included in the online version of Haboker Hazeh for 15 October, the episode in which it apparently aired.

It may well have been censored due to its explosive nature.

Porat, who is from Kabri, a settlement near the Lebanese border, undoubtedly experienced terrible things and saw many noncombatants killed. Her own partner, Tal Katz, is among the dead.

However, her account undermines Israel’s official story of deliberate, wanton murder by the Palestinian fighters.

Although it no longer appears on the Kan website, there can be little doubt about the recording’s authenticity.

At least one Hebrew-language account posted part of the interview on Twitter, now officially called X, and accused Kan of functioning as “media in the service of Hamas.”

Porat also gave her account to the Israeli newspaper Maariv.

However, the Maariv story, published on 9 October, makes no specific mention of civilians being killed by Israeli forces.

And in a half-hour interview with Israel’s Channel 12 on Thursday, Porat speaks of intense gunfire after Israeli forces arrived. Porat herself received a bullet in the thigh.

Not only does Porat tell Kan that Israelis were killed in the heavy counterattack by Israeli security forces, but she says she and other captive civilians were well treated by the Palestinian fighters.

Porat had been attending the “Nova” rave when the Hamas assault began with missiles and motorized paragliders. She and her partner Tal Katz escaped by car to nearby Kibbutz Be’eri where many of the events she describes in her media interviews took place.

According to Porat speaking to Maariv, she and Katz initially sought refuge in the house of a couple called Adi and Hadas Dagan. After the Palestinian fighters found them they were all taken to another house, where eight people were already being held captive and one person was dead.

Porat said that the wife of the dead man “told us that when they [the Hamas fighters] tried to enter, the guy tried to prevent them from entering and grabbed the door. They shot at the door and he was killed. They did not execute them.”

“They did not abuse us. They treated us very humanely,” Porat explained to a surprised Golan in the Kan radio interview.

“By that I mean they guard us,” she said. “They give us something to drink here and there. When they see we are nervous they calm us down. It was very frightening but no one treated us violently. Luckily nothing happened to me like what I heard in the media.”

“They were very humane towards us,” Porat said in her Channel 12 interview. She recalled that one Palestinian fighter who spoke Hebrew, “told me, ‘Look at me well, were not going to kill you. We want to take you to Gaza. We are not going to kill you. So be calm, you’re not going to die.’ Thats what he told me, in those words.”

“I was calm because I knew nothing would happen to me,” she added.

“They told us that we would not die, that they wanted to take us to Gaza and that the next day they would return us to the border,” Porat told Maariv.

In the Channel 12 interview, Porat elaborates that although the Palestinian fighters all had loaded weapons, she never saw them shoot captives or threaten them with their guns.

In addition to providing the captives with drinking water, she said the fighters let them go outside to the lawn because it was hot, especially as the electricity was cut.

[evilwickedme]

It's so clear to me that so many so called "anti Zionists" - especially the non Palestinian goyim - have no idea how the Israeli election system works, and how bibi remains in power, and why we had five elections in like, three years, despite elections supposedly being every four years - because he couldn't keep a government stable enough to stay in power. Bibi netanyahu is MASSIVELY unpopular, and his approval rate has tanked even more since the war started, even among likud voters, the people who vote for HIS party (although their approval rates ranked less than the rest of the population). He has an extreme right wing government because if he didn't cooperate with right wing extremists and haredim he straight up wouldn't have the majority he needs to be our prime minister in the first place. He's been on trial for corruption for years at this point, and tried to completely restructure the judicial system just to avoid prison - leading to nearly a full year of protests until Oct 7. Luckily it didn't end up passing.

If elections were held at any point in the last five months since this war started, not only would he not be PM, we'd straight up have a center-left government. My recent transformation into a Yair Golan stan account is a joke but also 100% real - according to polls from the last three months or so, if he does what he's campaigning to do, leading a combined avoda and meretz party, he'd get enough votes to have an actual influential left wing party in the government for the first time in decades. An unbelievable amount of Israelis are calling for bibi to resign, many of them not calling for it to happen after the war ends, but right now.

I am sourcing this information from polls conducted by channels 11 (kan), 12, and 13, as well as by the Israeli democracy foundation, all but one of our important news channels - channel 14, the last channel, is our equivalent of fox news, and despite their numbers often being extremely different due to what is in my opinion biased reporting and flawed methodology, even they at times have had to admit that gantz is currently leading in the polls.

(Disclaimer that I work for a company that provides subtitles for channel 13, but i do not directly work for channel 13. Channel 13 leans mostly center left, and employs several (self identified) Arab Israelis in front of the camera, including Lucy Aharish, who makes considerable effort to bring Palestinian and Bedouin perspectives to her show. It also employs at least one massive racist though.)

I write this post because I keep seeing an unsourced claim by goyim that there's a poll showing a high rate of approval - 88%! - of the destruction and/or deaths Israel and the IDF are causing in Gaza. I went down a rabbit hole and simply couldn't find a poll asking about approval of deaths or destruction, although maybe I was looking up the wrong keywords? As a result I have just... So many questions. Because with the information I have from trustworthy local news sources, from the news channels I mentioned above and papers such as yediot aharonot/ynet and Haaretz, it doesn't fit with current public opinion, including many recent protests for more efforts towards a ceasefire. So my questions are thus -

Who conducted this poll? Was it a think tank, a government agency, a paper, a news channel? If so, which one? Are they left leaning, right leaning? Was it conducted by an Israeli or foreign institution?

Who did they ask? Was it a sample of likud voters; all Israeli adults; did they include only Jewish Israelis or also Arab citizens (approx. 1.5 million out of our 8 million population), Bedouins, and other minorities?

When was the poll conducted? Was it in October, immediately after the Oct 7 massacre, before the death toll in Gaza grew? Was it conducted more recently?

What, exactly, did they ask? Did they ask about destruction in general, or about the death toll in particular? Did they ask about the attempts to rescue hostages with military means, or all military actions? Did they ask about the number of Hamas operatives dead, about their estimated ratio of Hamas to civilians, about the total deaths?

What was the size of the pool surveyed? Was it conducted on a few dozen, a few hundred, or a few thousand people?

Because without this information, that one, sole statistic is essentially useless. As Mark Twain said, there are lies, damned lies, and statistics. Always look at the source and ask: who asked the questions, who got asked, and what the questions were.

More specific statistics and sources under the cut.

I did find one survey by the Israel democracy foundation that asked if the IDF should take the Gazan suffering into account - an entirely different question, although it did still have a horrific 89% Jewish Israelis and 14% Arab Israelis and Palestinian citizens who said they shouldn't. That said, the pool they were drawing from was not very large - 500 of the interviews were conducted in Hebrew, 100 were conducted in Arabic. Also, of the people who supposedly said that they shouldn't, a little more than half of both populations said they should "somewhat" take it into account - that is, they didn't say they shouldn't take it into account at all, just not make it their first priority. This survey was conducted mid December.

In another survey by the same source with a slight larger sample size (a little over 600 Jewish Israelis and a little over 150 Arab Israelis), an insanely low 15% still wanted Bibi to be the PM, with the only candidate who received more than 6.5% being the center candidate Benny Gantz, who historically has tried to cooperate with center and left parties, with a whopping 23% of the votes. The survey included 10 candidates, as well as five other non candidate options. 4% voted "just not Bibi", and an actually insane 30.5% voted they were undecided. Only a quarter of those surveyed believed Bibi would manage to maintain a coalition after the war, a number that includes more extreme right wing voters, and only the ultra Orthodox haredi population had a majority of people (60%) who believed he can. This survey was conducted in January.

The channel 13 news survey from early March - barely over a week ago! - covered more specifically which parties would manage to get into the government and how many seats they would get, as under a certain amount of votes you simply do not get seats. Not all seats get into a coalition. According to their poll, the amount of seats the likud would get is halved, from 32 to 17, while gantz's the state camp would grow from 12 to 39. While currently meretz gets 4 seats and haavodah do not get enough votes to get a seat at the table so to speak, a combined haavodah and meretz under Yair Golan gets 9 mandates. In total, the right wing only get 47 mandates, well short of the amount of mandates necessary to create a government.

Channel 12's corresponding poll from January shows 35 mandates for gantz, and bibi had 18 mandates. Channel 11, in the same month, gave gantz 33 mandates and bibi 20.

I also sources an English Jerusalem post article which reports on channel 14's polls; jpost is a right wing biased paper, and yet even they report 36 mandates for gantz and 18 for bibi as of February.

Sources

The Israel democracy institute: 1 (English), 2 (Hebrew), 3 (Hebrew)

Haaretz: 1 (English) (paywalled)

Channel 13: 1 (Hebrew)

Ma'ariv: 1 (Hebrew) (reporting on channel 12)

Podcast which summarizes the above article: 1 (English) (includes transcript)

Kan 11: 1 (Hebrew)

Jpost: 1 (Hebrew)

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MDNI: Your love? Our love, comrade!

Pairing: Il Capitano x F!reader Fandom: Genshin Impact Rating: 18+ Warnings: mature, smut, death, death mentions, corruption kink? or just corruption, power abuse, mentioned necrophilia if you squint your eyes real tight and tilt your head, free use, somnophilia

You are the traveller by the way. And I don't know how to write

Snezhnaya is a frigid and unwelcoming region. Snowstorm after snowstorm, frozen rain after frozen rain... and the enemies you encounter... are far more powerful than anything you faught before. The iced mitachurls from Dragon Spine seem like children or babies in comparison. You missed them, they were easy to overcome. Even the infuriating Capybara Boss from Natlan that could one-shot you was better than Il Capitano. The first of the Fatui Harbingers, the strongest man in the whole of Teyvat, him who destroyed his vision and faught the god of skill for days until he achieved victory was nothing weak. Not in the slightest.

"You were supposed to be so much more powerful, traveller. Such a pitty, really. I was looking forward to fight with you after that stunt you pulled with Mavuika..." The taller man's voice echoed in the icy abis of the forest clearing. The frozen, forest clearing mind you. The ground was slippery and it made you loose balance, whereas he was in his natural habitat. He was used to fighting in the snow. Your trusty companion rushed to your aid.

"But I am no brute, my dear. You are terribly hurt already, rest. If you do not have a place to shelter from the snow, you and Paimon are welcomed to join me at my platoon's main courts."

Was he genuinely being nice, or was this a Fatui Trap-

"We have food there" You weren't even hungry before he mentioned food, but your stomach slightly grumbled. You heard an even louder sound of need. "We are in!" You heard Paimon say rapidly, as she flew closer to the Captain. Sometimes, it was a wonder how she survived until now, so trusting of anyone who offered good food and shelter, a story and companionship... but again, she stuck with you longer than with anyone else. She even gave up food for you, but I digress.

"It seems your friend has made the decision for you. Come, my horse is tied not far from here." Capitano started to walk down a snowy path, his previous footprints still slightly visible. You walked behind him, with Paimon. You slightly nudged the small fairy and whispered in her ear.

"Do you really think we can trust him?" "Stop worrying! Paimon remembers he was very caring with us when we were in Natlan!"

Well she wasn't wrong per se. The first Fatui Harbinger was a cold and calculated man that most time let his blade do the talking; but he was a gentle soul, a true knight that held respect and care for even the tiniest beings in Teyvat. He had honour, that is why he did not let you continue fighting him when he realised you challanged him while still being injured from a snowed-korvin... one of the most brutal enemies in Snezhnaya.

"Paimon, I have a bad feeling about this..." "Paimon will watch him very closely and protect you from the big bad harbinger!"

She emphasised this by flexing her arms through her coat. The captain let out a huff of a chuckle, knowing full well about Paimon's pride without even glancing at her. "Ah, it is most admirable of you, tiny one. But I promise I will behave around your friend." Capitano said as the image of a huge Lavian Horse came in closer.

The Lavian was a horse type specially bread to withstand cold. They were big, emanating heat through their stone-like skin. They had little fur, mostly around their glossy black hoves. Theis blood was like lava, the veins visible from the cracks in the skin. Their manes often composed of fine and long hairs.

Capitano's horse was a particularly warm one, very warm. And its maine and tail were braided short to be easier to move in the snow. "My Kan is very skiddish, try not to move too quickly around him." A scardy horse belonging to such a mean, big-bad Fatui? This was not something you see everyday. But, nevertheless you listened to him and waited patienlty for him to untie Kan, as he called the horse. Capitano got on, helped you up in front of him and Paimon rested in one of the bags wrapped to the saddle, falling asleep almost instantly.

"Your companion seems very tired" You said nothing as he urged the mount to start its slow walk to the camp. "Not much of a talker with me? You can trust me, I do not bite pretty women such as yourself" You cringed a little at his statement. If it weren't for your leg injury, you would've faught and maybe won. Hopefully won... ok no, you would've lost like a child when fighting a tiger.

Your toughts were cut short as one of his arms wrapped around you, pulling you in closer to not fall. "Steady, traveler. The last thing you need is to faceplant in the snow. I don't want you sick on top of being injured. A korvin slashed your leg, as I can tell."

You wanted to pull away from his grasp and take Paimon and leave, but you couldn't. You couldn't fight him off, even when he had an arm lightly wrapped around you. You just realised how strong this man really was. "Yes. I hate them, the korvins"

"Hm... likewise. I once encountered a wild korvin in my youth. I still have the scar, I believe." "Can I see it?"

What were you thinking, asking him to see his scar like that? It was very unusual, he was your enemy. More than a rival, more than a bad guy, more than someone standing in your way to finding your brother. You felt a weird warmth in your stomach as his hand traveled lower and lifted your short coat slightly. "You are going to he ok, I don't sense any poisoning. Meaning it was a raised korvin, not a wild one." Fuck, those big, rough, warm hands of his. They made you think things that you never thought about. Not even with Childe in his Foul Legacy form.

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You woke up as he nudged you. You had arrived at the camp, but it was very quiet. Too quiet. Where were the others- wait... When did you even fall asleep in his arms? It must've been somewhere around the middle of the journey. You were tired and cold, and in need of so much sleep and rest. "Easy, traveller. You had a bad dream..." He got off Kan and tied him by the stable, then gently scooped you up and held you in his arms close to him for a moment. Like a child.

"Stay close, and do not wonder off in the camp too much. My men must be in a miscellenious arrand for the Tssaritsa at the moment."

He was so gentle while setting you down. His gestures and care made you blush in ways you never thought a man can make you feel. Capitano thengently took Paimon out of the bag. "You too, tiny one. Wake up" He nudged her cheek with his finger but she was snoring deeply. You took her in your arms. "Paimon sleeps like a log, I'll take her"

The First Fatui Harbinger nodded slightly before taking you to his den. It was big enough to fit a makeshift bedding made of an ample collection of soft, feathery pillow and heavy, warm blankets; a chest that kept archon knows what and a small table. "You will be bedded here, both you and Paimon, as you call the little fae. Now as for your wound..." His voice trailed as he moved to the chest and pulled out an oinment and some bandages.

Was he... offering to patch you up for real? No ill intention, no nothing- "Do put Paimon down and lay too. It will be easier for me to tend to your leg. And please... never challange korvins again. They are horrible."

Carring, considerate, concerned. He was actually a nice person. Capitano moved with care in lifting your leg warmer further up ypur thigh, his gloved hands so big and rough in contrast with the way he trailed them. You were staring at this man's hands, like the weirdo you were. He took the gloves off for only a moment to put the oinment on your wound and you saw something peculliar. His skin was darck and ashy, almost black with sploches of fair tones to it and his veins glowing blue.

You saw this before... On Deinslief. His skin was decaying just the same. No... even more. He seemed to be in a more advanced state than Dein, but he did not complain of tiredness or pain like the blone did sometimes. "You need not concern yourself. The rotting of my flesh ceased at some point and it is not contagious, like many believed."

"It's not that-" "Then?" "Why are you helping me...?

Capitano dagged the soothing cream on your wound as he sighed. "You entered battle already wounded and I fear that I cannot fight you wounded. It would be shameful and ungracious of a knight to fight a wounded lady" He tightlighy wrapped your leg with bandages before putting your leg warmer back in place. So he really was just that obsessed aver rightfulness that he would help his adversary? Why was it kinda hot-

"Thank you..." "No need, cara mia"

Paimon finally woke up as Capitano put his gloves back on, grogily and hungry. Your companion noticed you were taken care of and relluctantly thanked the harbinger as well. The two of you were left alone in the den as he went to patrol around the are and see if his men were near. After all, he needed to tell them about your presence beforehand. This way, he will avoid future conflicts, whishfully.

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Late at night, around a huge bonefire, everyone stood in a circle. Capitano and his small platoon, you Paimon. The fire warmed your heart and danced high in the nightsky. Your eyes were hurting each time you bore into the heat for too long, making you blink long and slow. Capitano noticed and one of his hands gently tipped your head to lean on his side, thinking you were just too tired to wait for the stew to be ready.

In the short distance you heard Paimon talking to the on-duty cook, telling him about the different foods she tried until now, drawing more attention to herself from the gourmands in the team. "You can rest, cara mia. I will wake you when they are finished." You wanted to protest and tell him you were not tired. What the hell, you were no child! You were a very big and independed woman, thank you very much.

Yet you couldn't deny that the fur of his coat was extremely cozy and warm... Or was it his body that was so warm? Maybe not. After all a decaying body should be cold and frigid like the Abyss Monsters and not warm and inviting. Maybe the pile of blankets was not only to keep warm at night, but to keep warm to his heart because he was slowly dying... The thought made you shudder. Seeing you, Capitano's hand moved to caress the small of your back.

"Cold, traveller?" "A little bit... But when I think how cold you must feel, it makes me feel better"

Ah, that didn't sound quite right. That sounded rude. Did he think you're rude? Did you- Your thoughts ware interrupted by a deep, rumbling chuckle of his " You are hillarious, little girl. I don't know what world you come from, but you and your friend do know how to lighten the mood. And for your concern," He leaned closer to your ear "I am not so dead as people might think I am"

You blushed, you didn't know why. Certainly what the first harbinger said was not blush worthy, yet you still did it. Of course, you blamed it on the heat of the fire as soon as he inquier you about it. You were an odd pair, but you did look cute together in situations like this.

The food was finally ready and everyone got a healthy portion of stew with sweet buns on the side, "How can such a tiny fary eat so much?!" You heard some of the poeple say and mutter as they watch Paimon eat her second helping. The cook was just happy to see someone so eager to eat his food and like it so much. And it was Paimon, a very well known picky eater. If his food were to her standards, then he could die happy right now.

After dinner everyone was retrieting to their dens. "Aren't you going to sleep?" You asked Capitano, confused to why he was not coming to the den.

"You go before me. I want to make sure the fire did not attract any wolven giants or other mutts. The Snezhnayan frozen forests are not for the weak, cara mia."

You had to admire his dedication to keeping everyone safe. He was a good captain- no... he was a wonderful man. you slowly went to the den, looking back at him every now as then, your heart skipping abeat whenever you saw his dark silouhette in the glow of the moon. He was beautiful, he was kind to you and Paimon. Deep down, you wanted to hurt yoursself again only to prelong this period of peace and care in your life and postpone your battle with him.

As the night got darker and darker, a snow storm started. You were growing anxious as he did not come back yet. You glanced around the den just to make sure: only Paimon fast asleep and wrapped in a fuzzy blanket like a burrito. You helped her with her 'anti snezhnaya cocoon'. You wanted to laugh really, she was such a pure and fun person... but you were too concerned. What if he's cold, what if something got to him. Just when you made up your mind to leave, he entered the den, snow falling from his coat, helmet and boots.

"I saw the light from outside" he wispered "you did not had to wait for me, you need rest" "I cannot sleep if you are not here, Capitano"

You could swear he was smiling under his helmet. He took off his coat and boots sitting next to you. Almost imediately, you wanted to jump in his arms and feel him closer, cuddle with him. But you didn't want to yet. "Just go to sleep, Y/N. I am not tired yet-" You cut him off, tilting your head enough to allow you to kiss him with his helmet still on. Capitano held your waist tightly with his big hands, holding you closer to him.

"What a good little girl I have...." He muttered as he pulled away. "But I am serious. Go to sleep..."

His voice was always so deep and calm, like a distant rumble in his chest. He was just so- "If you listen to me, I will give you what you want"

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The morning was a particularly cold one. Paimon woke up first and womdered around the cook to pester him some more, as Capitano waited in the den for you to wake up. Thankfully, he did not had any missions or tasks today, so he could lose it with you. But was it really considered lost time if he loved it? If he loved you? But his patience was not endless, you know? And you looked so beautiful while sleeping, your skin soft and warm under his touch - he needed you. now, right now.

Capitano moved to the enterance of the den, secuting it closed so no one from the outside could open it, say Paimon. Lat thing he needed was that bubbly fae seeing what he will do to you. He gently took off the covers from you, seeing you shivver in your sleep. The den was warm enough, but the overheat that you created by hiding under all those blankets made you accustomed to heat.

"Cara mia... my little treasure you have no idea what you do to me... You make me feral!" He growled lowly, his gloved hand moving to the hem of your pants and slowly pulling them off, making sure you didn't woke up just yet. "So precious, so clueless. You fell in my hands like a little bunny."

He massaged your thighs for a bit, just taking in your body, like he was savouring a rare wine rather than touching the person he loved. He wanted to take his time and make sure he got your body memorised. He wanted to know what made you click, what made you, you. "I will take care of you, I will protect you and I will breed you, my little bunny" He hungrily ripped your panties off you, noticing that even in your sleep you were wet.

Were you such a slut that you had wet dreams about him just as he was touching you? Tsk, tsk, we can't have that. We can't leave out sweet girl alone and frustrated in her sleep now, can we? The harbinger leaned closer to you and looked at the nape of your neck. He didn't dare to mark you just yet, he can't ruin that perfectly soft skin of yours, not without permission from you. One of his gloved hands moved between your legs and settled right on your heated core.

What a hypocrite he was... But he already knew you wanted him, so his sins were going to be forgiven. His thumb roughly pressed against your clit, rubbing slow circles around it. Capitano made you gasp and wake up this way, your spidered view taking in the image before you in haze. "Hush, my love. You just close your eyes and let me take care of you"

He continued to work his way around your clit for a while before prodding your vagina with the pad of his finger. You couldn't, or better said, didn't want to do more than lay there and moan softly as he finally pushed a finger in. Capitano started to finger you softly at first, like it was your first time being touched like this by a man. And even if it wasn't he wanted to make you remember him as being better than anyone else, more caring, more loving of you.

"P-Please, I need you~" "Patience, my little one. I still need to stretch you out-" "Don't care! Need you...." You muttered as you cut him off. So rude, but he couldn't really blame you. He did have an efect on people.

He finally listened to your requests and you saw the harbinger shift his weight off you for a little bit. You were still so tired, your eyelids felt so heavy as you fluttered your eyelashed a bit. You closed your eyes for only a second, you swore! But you quickly opened them and claws at his back as he pushed in you.

He wasn't lying, he was big. Capitano's patience was already thin from waitin gfor you to wake up but he knew better than to start now. His dick touched you in all the right places. You whimpered and moaned for him to move. "Anything my little girl wants~" He growled in your ear and began to slowly pull his hips back and press them against your roughly again.

A hand was on your hip, sqeezing it tightly to emphasize his power over you, as his other arm lightly caressed your hceeck. His eyes bored into your soul, staring down into your core as he continued to make love to you. He felt so warm aginst you, he way right. 'not that dead yet'. His pace quickened, earning more whiny moans from you.

"Capitano, please! Please! I-i need to-" "Shh~ just let me take you"

And take you he did. As you tightened around him and came with a loud moan, he planted himself deep in you and spill his warmth in, painting the walls of your vagina white. Even if he was a fucking decaying corpse, you'd still want him... 'not that dead yet' you kept repeating yourself in your head.

"You are devine, my sweet~" He placed a gentle kiss on your lips, lazily pulling the covers over the both of you. "How about we sleep some more....?"

[mx-pastelwriting]

MHA Heroes HC - How They'd React Bruises on Reader after a night.

Heroes x GN! Reader

Summary: Heroes reaction to bruises on reader after a night of sex.

Warnings: Light Mentions of past sex acts, Bruising on Reader, Fluff, Established Relationship

Characters: Endeavor (Enji Todoroki), Gang Orca (Kugo Sakamata), Eraserhead (Shota Aizawa), Vlad King (Sekijiro Kan), Fat Gum (Taishiro Toyomitsu)

Minors do not interact!

Endeavor (Enji Todoroki)

-Wouldn't notice until the morning, when you are still sleeping off the night's events.

-When he does notice them, he softly traces them; he kind of likes them, though he quickly changes his tune when you groan at the pain when you start to wake.

-You had bruises on your hips and thighs; some might have some surface burn as well, as Enji can get a little wild.

-Aftercare he takes very seriously. He makes sure you're comfortable in bed and gets you ice packs wrapped in a thin towel.

"Thank you," you say quietly, the pain lessened by the coolness. Enji hadn't apologized, but you didn't want him to because the night had been incredible and there was nothing you could ask him to do differently.

You did appreciate that he took the day off to cuddle you in bed, just in case the ice packs were too much. "I love you," he whispers into your shoulder skin as he lays his head. You place yours on top and say, "I love you too", His arm is wrapped softly around your waist so as not to disturb your nerves. Furthermore, you knew he was somewhat sorry for putting you in pain, but the imprint on your skin made his mind swirl with heat.

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Gang Orca (Kugo Sakamata)

-Would notice as he's getting ready for work and him taking care of you would wake you.

-Apologizing every minute as he places an ice packs on your hips and arm.

-Would ask if anything else hurts; if the answer is yes, he would melt into the floor with guilt, but after reassuring him you're not dying, you would both laugh it off.

-He would call off work against your wishes; he would take care of you the whole day, helping you to the bathroom, but you reminded him you weren't glass.

"How badly does it hurt, angel?" Kugo gently asks his hand to hold yours. You smiled and shook your head; you weren’t dying, but he made it seem so. "Kugo, it's fine." "It's not fine, Angelfish; I hurt you." His voice was filled with guilt. "Yes, but you didn't mean to." Trying to clam him was an easy task, but you placed your hand on his face, hoping to get him to drop it. "Okay, but let me know if you need anything," he says, snuggling closer to you. He pulled you gently close to him, having you lay on his chest and hear his now calm heartbeat.

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Eraserhead (Shota Aizawa)

-Would notice after he gets home from work and sees you walking funny.

-Asks if you're okay, and you show him his work on you, he goes into caring mode, asking if you’re okay and why didn't you tell him.

-After explaining yourself, he would have you sit down to rest, he would cook dinner, and have you resting up with blankets cuddling you.

-Going to bed, he would gently cuddle you, wondering if he should call into work tomorrow to get the day off, but you begged to have him decide in the morning.

His hand gently wraps around your shoulder to your back, not wanting to touch the bruises that mark your waist and thighs. "Tell me if anything hurts," he whispers, but all he gets from you is a quiet hum. You dig your head into his chest, hearing his soft heartbeat and breathing.

Through the night, you wake up to his phone ringing. Aizawa groans as he shifts, bumping into your thigh. You whine at the pain, causing him to jump up and say, "I'm sorry, where did I hurt you?" He says in a panic, "It's fine, just answer the phone." You grumble, though you're not upset at him, just at the ringing noise of the phone. He answers and gets up shortly after ending the call, and you watch with tired eyes as he's getting ready. "I'll be back in an hour, I love you, and don't move," he says, giving you a quick kiss and heading off, leaving you to fall back asleep in a now cold bed.

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Vlad King (Sekijiro Kan)

-Would notice getting ready for work; as soon as he sees the bruises that litter your hips and shoulders, he wakes you with cries of asking you if you're okay.

-Yes he was rough in bed, but he always made sure you were okay. Seeing this made him a puddle on the floor.

-As you wake, you have to reassure him you're okay, just sore, but before you can say you'll be fine while he's gone, he calls into work.

-He would make you breakfast, fluff up some pillows to make you comfortable, and run you a bath after you eat.

"Thank you, love," you say in a tired voice as you take the small table of food in your lap. "And I'll run you a warm bath after too," he says, sitting down next to you and having his own food. "Can you join me?" You ask, but his face says something other than excitement: "I'm afraid I'll hurt you, hon." His voice sounded like he was fighting back tears: "It's okay, you will make me feel better, please." He thinks it over for a minute and nods, going back to his breakfast.

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All Might (Toshinori Yagi) -Works for small & big

-Would see in the middle of the night coming back from the bathroom.

-He would lay back in bed but keep his distance, then call into work to get the day off. He's never done this before, so he's a bit scared.

-When you wake up, you notice the bruising on your hips and ribs. The pain would come every time you moved, but Toshinori was there to help and bring food.

-He would have helped you change into something decent as of last night had you not. A lot of apologies would have been given, but your words calmed them down.

Toshinori moved with panic as he took the empty plate from you. "Thank you, Toshi," you say warmly, but he just gave a small smile before his eyes went to your bruises. Noticing you cover them up with the blankets, you didn't mind his getting rough in bed; maybe you even liked it, but you hated how he looked at you like you were broken.

"Come sit" You say he's patting the bed; he slowly sits, but far from you. You painfully move closer to him, but he still keeps his distance. "Please come closer; I feel like I'm the plague," you say with a hurt laugh. He does gently put a hand on your thigh, letting you put your head on his shoulder and watch TV.

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Fat Gum (Taishiro Toyomitsu) -Works for big & small

-Would notice as he comes in with breakfast in bed for you, the covers are moved, letting him see them in the morning light.

-It covered your hips and back; he woke you gently, but he was about to cry seeing you groan in pain.

-Putting the table on your lap like he always does on his day off. He asks if you're okay and points to the bruises that you now notice.

-He would cuddle you up with blankets while you and him ate to enjoy your morning shows, though he would keep a close eye on you.

Eating your food, you would feel Taishiro's eyes on you; it made you squirm where you sat. Looking at him, he smiles at you as you take another bit of his food. "Is it that bad?" you ask with a worried look on your face, but he quickly turns into protective mode. "No, not at all. I just never thought I would go that hard on you." He sighs, you go soft, "I enjoyed last night, please; I don't want this to stop you." You reassure him, and he smiles, "It's not, sweetheart, but if you like it that way, then does tomorrow night sound good?" He flirts, you blush, and you give him a kiss.

Hello, I hope you enjoyed if there is any grammar mistakes or misspellings sorry about that feel free to let me know in the comments, have a great day/afternoon/night!

♥ mx-pastelwriting does not consent to their work being copied, translated, or reposted on any other platform without permission.

[restinslices]

Can you please do making out headcanons with the earth realm men pls 🙏

I feel like this is shorter than usual but I am actually in agony😀. My insides? Doing the Cupid Shuffle. My head? Pounding. My eyes? Burning. So much so I’m not rereading this or looking for gifs. You’re getting silly little pictures of these lovable idiots😭. Also I’m broke. I’m finna start charging y’all $50 per word (joking. Not about my agony tho)

Johnny Cage

Johnny gives me the vibe that he loves making out 

I already feel like he loves physical touch, so kissing is definitely something he enjoys 

Idk why but he gives me waist grabber vibes 

I feel like making out would happen very often with this man. He's very cheeky and once again, loves physical touch. 

I could see him grabbing his partner and pulling them aside even when he absolutely should not. Like on set or something 

Johnny can't take shit seriously. Making out wouldn't change this about him. 

Mid make out session he'd mention some make out scene he had in a movie, then gets surprised it kills the mood 

The type to think of some funny shit and start laughing while his tongue is in their mouth. Enough is enough Cage

Also an ass grabber, even if you ain't got nothing back there. He's grabbing onto smth 

It's very easy to move to something further with him 

Calls you a tease if you don't have sex after 

Kenshi Takahashi 

I don't think making out is something often that happens with him, but it's not rare

Unlike Johnny, he initiates it at appropriate times 

Both a face and waist grabber 

If you're sitting, he's the type to pull you onto him 

Idk how his sight works. Idk if it's only when he's fighting or he can always see now, but there was a time when he couldn't see at all, so I think now he takes passes just to look at you. He can also be very touchy for that reason. it's like memorizing you 

If I said he was a lip biter will y'all cheer or boo me?

 There's no rush with him. He actually savors and enjoys the moment with you 

Whether or not it goes further doesn't bother him 

Doesn't enjoy sneaky sessions in public because that means he has way less time with you 

He's romantic but not as romantic as Liu Kang 

Kung Lao

Him and Johnny are some assholes so I feel like they'd do similar stuff 

They both like physical touch, they both grab onto you, they both tease 

Kung Lao may tease more though. You know his ego. Making someone squirm makes him feel better 

Let's his hands wander wherever 

If you have any sensitive spots, his hands are there immediately 

Smirks while kissing because he can feel your reaction. The new timeline did not change how cocky he is 

 Doesn't mind making out in public. His shame is very little

He pulls away sometimes just to see you pull him back in

Gets a kick out of how needy you are for him 

Teasing is such a big thing with him but you tease him and he has to be factory rebooted

I think he'd want it to go further but if you're like “nah” he's not gonna flip a table. He might whine a bit though 

Raiden

Doesn't happen often 

I know y'all want me to slut everyone out but I don't think he's a slut. I'M SORRY 

Him, Liu Kang and Kenshi are romantics to me

Majority of the time it'd probably be you initiating it 

Face grabber 

He'd stop multiple times to make sure you're comfortable doing this still 

Public making out is not happening with him. I'm sorry. He's just not comfortable. Try it and he's gonna pretend he heard a noise and walk away 

Idk why but I feel like either him or Liu Kang are the type to whisper how pretty you are so imma put it down for both of them 

Shorter make out sessions than the other guys 

His hands don't move around as much. He's content with keeping them in one place 

I just feel like he's really sweet and intimate. He's not in a rush, he's not grabbing at you and tryna hurry to sex, he's just taking his time and enjoying the feeling of you against him 

Does not care about having sex afterwards and if it doesn't happen, he doesn't complain 

Liu Kang

Happens every once in awhile 

A romantic through and through. Do y'all see how he treats Kitana?

He is a face grabber but majority of the time he rests his hands on your lower back 

Prefers to take things slower like Raiden. Can he even get old and die? I don't think so. There's legit no rush 

Like I said for Raiden, he whispers how pretty you are and how lucky he is to have you in between kisses 

I can see him doing some corny shit like spinning you around. This man has been lonely for so long. He's not worried about being a cornball

Like Raiden I know y'all want me to slut him out but I don't sense slut. I'm sorry! If anything, he's a romantic slut. He cares way more about romance than tooting it up, yk?

Only in private places or when you're alone. He's supposed to look professional around others 

Not concerned about having sex after at all

Johnny thinks of dumb shit and laughs but I think Liu Kang would smile and laugh just because you're near 

Just a nice soft man

I have another request that imma post tomorrow or the day after just to spread shit out. Also why did I just find out people ship Kenshi and Mileena- isn’t she a lesbian?

Anyway if you see any errors, no you do not. Now I’m finna go suffer while listening to a video in a dark room ‘cause looking at a screen is killing me slowly.

[respectthepetty]

Spare Me Your Mercy Thoughts

I have waited almost four years for this show since MDL made a placeholder for Euthanasia in early-2021, and now that it is here, I'm going to gush about all the ways I love it!

Just like a few of Dr. Sammon's other shows airing around the holidays (Manner of Death, Dead Friend Forever, and Petrichor), I'm thankful I got the first episode of Spare Me Your Mercy on Thanksgiving and the last will come on Christmas because this is the exact show I need for the holiday season since it began the entire series with Tew, the cop, having to perform euthanasia on an animal.

I grew up and still live in a rural area where cattle far outnumber the actual folks, so I fully understand euthanasia is a good death as the word implies, so I will not be struggling through the premise of this show, and I have faith the show won't either because when Tew fired the gun, the scene was peaceful.

And the show is making some pointed remarks about how things operate outside of bigger cities since Kan specifically mentioned he has about 2,500 patients. When the other officer asked the nurses if Kan had a long queue, they didn't even respond. Kan also clarified that his specialty is palliative care, so he has to monitor a wide range of long-term illnesses, so even though Tew might actually be from this place, he is now the outsider and out of his depth before he even started.

Sidenote: I cannot be mad at a nurse, even if one of them turns out bad because the way they all protect Kan from the police is the teamwork I love to see.

The red light to notify the office the doctor is seeing a patient coming on right after Kan responded to the nurse that it wasn't a murder case yet was perfection.

I already knew Kan was going to be my favorite character, but Tor is doing amazing showing the layers Kan has, as expected. Kan tells Tor he can cry and shows him kindness, but when pushed, Kan makes small digs about how people should spend the last moments of someone's life cherishing them when rudely questioned by Tew regarding the unexpected deaths knowing Tew did not get to see his mother before she died. He also made a subtle display of knowing where things were located in the house because he is in control.

The way he slid his LINE information into the conversation AFTER indirectly telling Tew he was being emotional due to his grief is why I'm excited to see another version of Manner of Death's Tan. Kan probably does like Tew but he stays focused and calculated.

He is terrifying without there being any concrete detail to pinpoint on why he is scary. Som, while describing people being possessed by evil murderous spirits, was terrified of Kan, and the transition from Som telling his story to Kan appearing at the exact moment Som was going to state what human form the evil spirits take was brilliant.

But what's even more terrifying is the treatment of the terminally ill. They are viewed as a burden, locked away, and isolated.

And Tew witnessed it. He got a glimpse of what Kan sees daily, so the show is already building up a case in defense of Kan's actions. If he is performing euthanasia, Tew could understand. He heard the goat's bell. He knew it was still alive, but he decided to end its suffering, cleanly and swiftly, which is what euthanasia is. He saw that man left behind by his family and even moved to go get him. And he was bothered when the man's daughter stated her reasoning for leaving him out there alone.

He also stopped Kan from continuing to question Som. Therefore, the true conflict has been set. Tew, whose job is to discover the truth, doesn't need it if it causes pain, but Kan's entire job is making pain manageable.

And I always want to trust a woman, but as suspicious as the director is being about everything, babygirl would be the perfect person to attempt euthanasia since the dead would end up on her table where she could claim the death was the result of the illness.

Because euthanasia is a good death.

And this ain't it.

He understands that.

But someone doesn't.

[wlwsoccerfics]

Smoke(PernilleHarderXMagdaErikssonXTeenReader)

AN: as requested a Hardersson one

Warning: Smoking cigarettes, Asthma mentioned and Google translate used

Summary:your moms find cigarettes in your room.

You had no idea what was waiting for you at Home. But you found out rather quickly. As soon as you walked into the Apartment.

"y/n Smilla Eriksson-Harder!kom till vardagsrummet nu!(come to the living room right now!)" Your Mama(Magda) said in a tone that let you know you were in trouble. Not that the full name use wasn't an idication for that already. You swallowed and walked into the livingroom.

"what's wrong?" You asked, biting down on your bottom lip.

"er der noget du vil fortælle os?(is there something you want to tell us?)" Your mom(Pernille) asked. You shook your head no.

"ikke rigtig!(not really!)" You answered, having no idea what was going on.

"er det sådan?(is that so?)" Your mom tried again. Holding up the Pack of cigarettes,she had found while putting away some laundry in your sock drawer.

"vill du förklara?(care to explain?)" Your mama asked, crossing her arms over her chest. You looked down and sighed softly.

"måste jag?(do I have to?)" You wanted to know. Not really ready to talk about this. Magda looked like she was about to lose it.

"ja! rökning är farligt!(yes! smoking is dangerous!)" She told you.

"din mor har ret! du har astma, kære!(your Mama is right! you have Asthma, love!)" Pernille replied. Trying to bring into some calm Energy cause you Mama was freaking out.

"de är inte mina!(those aren't mine!)" You explained. Sighing softly.

This did calm down your Mama a bit. She was only this angry cause she was stressed. You had a few health scares growing up and she was always worrying about you. Not that your Mom wasn't worried about you but Magda surprisingly sure was the stressed out parent and more emotional.

"hvem tilhører de?(who do they belong to?)" Pernille wanted to know.

"Jeg kan ikke fortælle dig det!(I can't tell you!)" You stated. Looking away. You couldn't tell them cause the cigarettes belonged to your twin brother Iver Jerik Eriksson-Harder. And you were the one that took them away from him cause you didn't want him to smoke them . Worried about his health. You two were 16 after all.

"älskling, jag tror dig.(sweetheart, i believe you.)" Magda answered. "men jag behöver fortfarande veta varför du hade cigaretterna i ditt rum och vem de tillhör." Your Mama spoke up again.

You looked at her and then your Mom.

"Jeg kan virkelig ikke sige noget. kun at jeg bare tog dem fra den person, de tilhører, fordi jeg ikke ville have dem til at ryge. (I really can't say anything. only that I just took them away from the person they belong to because I didn't want them to smoke.)" You wanted to say something else but another voice spoke up. Entering the room.

"de tilhører mig.(they belong to me.)" Your twin brother told your moms. Pernille and Magda looked at him.

"du er i problemer.(you are in trouble.)" Your mom let your twin know.

"jeg ved det. jeg er ked af det.(i know. i am sorry.)" Iver replied and sighed softly.

Your mama hugged you and you hugged back.

"jag är ledsen för att jag anklagar dig!(i am sorry for accusing you!)" She told you.

"det är bra!(It's fine)" You replied and smiled slightly. "nu till dig, du är jordad.(now to you, you are grounded.)" Your Mama said, turning to your twin brother.

"det är rättvist.(that's fair.)" He nodded his head.

Your brother was grounded for two weeks, so you tried to spent as much time at home as possible so he wouldn't be alone so much. But you had practice and games to Focus on. And your new girlfriend. So of ourse you wanted to spent time with her as well.

[thewertsearch]

ERIDAN: for all that trainin you did ERIDAN: i wwouldnt be the incredible holy wwizard i am noww wwithout your help […] KANAYA: I Hope You Use Your Magnificent Powers Of Light And Hope For Goodness And Purity And Lets Not Forget Science

At this point. Kanaya is Human Sarcasming better than most actual humans.

ERIDAN: dont wworry im all ovver that shit you dont evven knoww KANAYA: Uh Oh I Hope That Didnt Come Off As Too Sarcastic […] KANAYA: Please Dont Take Too Much Offense ERIDAN: haha damn kan if thats your idea of offense bein made then i honestly gotta fuckin wworry for you ERIDAN: tell you wwhat ill givve you some lessons in dealin out the dark umbrage to repay you for your tutelage in the wwhite science

I think Dave taught Kanaya more about the art of trolling in a single conversation than Eridan could in an entire lifetime.

That guy can troll better than most actual trolls.

ERIDAN: wwhats that thing there KANAYA: The Matriorb KANAYA: I Was About To Go Hatch It In The Core To Restore Our Race ERIDAN: that sounds ERIDAN: hopeful […] ERIDAN: if theres goin to be any sort a hope for our race as the prince of hope i demand to be invvolvved ERIDAN: so dont go anywwhere wwithout me got it […] KANAYA: Fine

I’m all for the construction of neo-Alternia, but I really don't think Eridan should be on the planning committee, unless we also want a neo-hemospectrum.

Honestly, the only trolls I'd really trust to rebuild their society are the bottom half of the hemospectrum, and possibly Gamzee. The other highbloods can go sit in the corner.

ERIDAN: its not magic wwe talked about this kar KARKAT: RIGHT, IT'S POWERED BY SCIENCE, I FORGOT. KARKAT: OR HOPE. WHATEVER THE FUCK THAT MEANS

I don’t see how Hope translates to a robot-exploding beam, though.

If it was wizards he was blowing up, I’d understand, because it would be consistent with my theory that he's weaponizing his hatred of FRAUDULENT MAGIC. If anything, his Science Wand should strengthen a robot, since it's a product of the TRUEST SCIENCES.

ERIDAN: i had a harder time than anybody wwith this game ERIDAN: it wwas really fuckin unfair wwhat challenges i got saddled wwith ERIDAN: i wwoulda fuckin MURDERED for a land full of a lot a harmless brains and fire ERIDAN: but no ERIDAN: it wwas so lonely ERIDAN: hey guys anybody wwant to come hang out wwith me in the land a wwrath and angels

That sounds cool, though. Angels, I assume, are how Hope is represented in his Land, and I’m sure Eridan synergized well with its wrath. I wonder what physical form it took?

ERIDAN: anybody at all i knoww it isnt anythin like one of your flippin land picnics ERIDAN: anybody please ill evven settle for the kittycat shipper cavve girl

You can't complain about loneliness and then insult your ‘friend’ in the same breath. That's not how any of this works, and the fact that you're unaware of this should tell you everything you need to know about why you're lonely.

So Karkat does know about Nepeta’s little crush. He is a relationship aficionado, after all.

Poor Nepeta.

I sort of figured Karkat didn't reciprocate her feelings. He's preoccupied with plenty of other redrom prospects, and he basically never mentions her.

Karkat’s honestly a little too nice to Eridan. He’s being such a bro here, but what Eridan actually needs is to be brought down to size a little.

Granted, I think Eridan needs a bigger shock to the system than an angry tirade from Karkat. I feel like Terezi could tear him to pieces - but since it's unfair to expect her to put up with him alone, I'd put both the Scourge Sisters on this assignment. >:)

What Karkat is aptly demonstrating here is that there’s a difference between an Eridan kind of asshole and a Karkat kind of asshole.

Let's be real, here - Karkat's a dick. But he's a dick who holds no true malice, knows when he's crossed a line, and is willing to sincerely apologize for his past actions, and make amends.

Eridan possesses none of these qualities, which is why he sat alone in his house for a month while Karkat befriended the entire cast.

[firstkanaphans]

Khun Dome’s Peaceful Property fic, CH. 3

I would recommend checking out the original Thai version of this chapter once you read the translation as the pictures really do add that extra oomph. 

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

Wed, 25/12 05:31 peach93 & go HOME!

peach93: [Phone call to Home. No response.] peach93: [Phone call to Home. No response.] peach93: [Phone call to Home. No response.] peach93: [Phone call to Home. No response.] peach93: [Phone call to Home. No response.] peach93: [Phone call to Home. No response.]

05:47 peach93 & Suradech Ketmuangrong

peach93: [Phone call to Suradech. No response.] peach93: [Phone call to Suradech. No response.] peach93: [Phone call to Suradech. No response.] peach93: P’Suradech, what hospital is Home at krap? peach93: [Phone call to Suradech. No response.] peach93: [Phone call to Suradech. No response.] peach93: P’Suradech, please answer the phone krap peach93: [Phone call to Suradech. No response.] peach93: [Phone call to Suradech. No response.] peach93: P’Suradech krap! Suradech Ketmuangrong: I’m sorry, Khun Peach Suradech Ketmuangrong: The plane just landed krap peach93: What plane?

07:31 Vimarnsukman Ghost-Hunting Co.

pangx2🍞: huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh?????? pangx2🍞: what the hell is going on?!!! pangx2🍞: and where is hia? Lawyer Kan: Khun Suradech filled me in on the details na ka Lawyer Kan: Khun Home is in critical condition ka Lawyer Kan: After we left the party last night, Khun Home had a severe stomachache so Khun Suradech immediately took him to the hospital Lawyer Kan: But the medical team in Thailand assessed the situation and found that they were not skilled enough to handle Khun Home’s case. Lawyer Kan: Therefore, it was necessary to send Khun Home to a different hospital to receive surgery Lawyer Kan: In Paris, France ka pangx2🍞: [gif of a shocked Carrie Bradshaw] pangx2🍞: and what about hia? pangx2🍞: i woke up and he wasn’t here Lawyer Kan: Khun Suradech informed me that Khun Peach is also traveling to France ka pangx2🍞: wait wait wait wait wait pangx2🍞: this is too muchhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!

03:13 Paris, France peach93 & go HOME!

go HOME!: [Phone call to Peach. No response.] go HOME!: [Phone call to Peach. No response.] go HOME!: [Phone call to Peach. No response.] go HOME!: ai’peach go HOME!: my surgery’s over go HOME!: there’s no reason for you to fly here

07:24

peach23: [Phone call to Home. No response.] peach23: [Phone call to Home. No response.] peach23: [Phone call to Home. No response.] peach23: Ai’Home, I just landed go HOME!: #BePatientUntilYouLand peach23: [Phone call to Home. No response.] peach23: Pick up the phone!!! go HOME!: [Phone call with Peach lasting 00:14:07] peach23: I’ll call you when I get there go HOME!: travel safe

12:03 Bangkok, Thailand Vimarnsukman Ghost-Hunting Co.

Lawyer Kan: [Picture from a French tabloid of Peach sitting beside Home’s hospital bed with a second picture of a pair of wedding rings inset. The caption is in French.] Lawyer Kan: It seems that Khun Home has made the French news na ka pangx2🍞: wedding rings??? pangx2🍞: what does it say??? Lawyer Kan: “Man Finds Wedding Ring in His Stomach.” Lawyer Kan: Google can translate it for you ka pangx2🍞: [gif of Anger from Inside Out with his head on fire captioned “ME RIGHT NOW”] pangx2🍞: ugh pangx2🍞: i can’t stand this anymoreeeeeee pangx2🍞: hia! p’home! pangx2🍞: are you two secretly dating?!!! pangx2🍞: there i said it pangx2🍞: no answer pangx2🍞: tag me in your answer please ka @ peach93 @ go HOME! go HOME!: [gif of a confused man captioned “WAIT, WHAT?”] peach93: Ha peach93: What the hell are you talking about? pangx2🍞: then what is this? pangx2🍞: home swallowed a wedding ring pangx2🍞: why would there be a wedding ring in his food pangx2🍞: if you weren’t planning to propose peach93: oh my goddddd peach93: no no no go HOME!: now that you mention it… go HOME!: why DID you put a wedding ring in my cake?!!! peach93: 😓😓😓 go HOME!: it’s almost like you intentionally planned for me to eat it Lawyer Kan: I don’t want to know about your personal life Khun Peach na ka Lawyer Kan: But it would be best for you to explain ka peach93: [gif of Sadness from Inside Out crying] go HOME!: don’t try to get out of this by sending gifs. you never send gifs Suradech Ketmuangrong: Krup peach93: Fine. I’ll tell you pangx2🍞: [gif of woman putting on glasses as if to examine something closer] peach93: I had my fortune told by Uncle Dome go HOME!: [picture of surprised Pikachu]  go HOME!: since when are you into psychics? peach93: And he said that peach93: This will be an unlucky year for you and me peach93: He said the only way to fix the bad luck was to give a wedding ring to the spirit of my enemy from a past life go HOME!: and i’m the spirit of your enemy from a past life? peach93: You weren’t supposed to swallow it peach93: Clearly it was a mistake to put it in a cake peach93: And forget what kind of person you are. go HOME!: so now this is my fault??? pangx2🍞: my son is a good person Lawyer Kan: I’m more curious about you, Khun Peach ka. What kind of person are you? peach93: I just told you the whole story go HOME!: the story = i went to the hospital = i had to fly to paris for surgery peach93: 😅😅😅 pangx2🍞: the brewing year is real (Translator’s Note: I believe this is a concept in the Chinese Zodiac of a year that brings forth great change, but I’m not entirely sure.) pangx2🍞: the brewing never stops for a fujoshi  Lawyer Kan: Is that what you tell yourself ka? Suradech Ketmuangrong: Krup pangx2🍞: but at least p’home is fine so everything is okayyyyyyyyy pangx2🍞: so they can love each other for a very long time 💕💕💕 go HOME!: [gif of Schmidt from “New Girl” pretending to vomit] go HOME!: and who is uncle dome na? go HOME!: why does everybody know him? peach93: he’s the man who asked me to help him exorcise the ghosts at the temple go HOME!: which man? pangx2🍞: the online psychic peach93: The one who took a photo with us at the party last night  pangx2🍞: hmmmmmm pangx2🍞: there were only 5 of us there last night hia  pangx2🍞: look at the picture  pangx2🍞: [Picture from the Secret Santa party of Peach, Home, Kan, Pang, and Suradech posing for the camera. Dome is in the center of the picture.] pangx2🍞: screammmmmmmmmmmmm pangx2🍞: there are 6!!!!!! peach93: Right go HOME!: dude… go HOME!: [Picture of a grave marker for Dome Kannula, born 7 November 1993, died 21 December 2024.] pangx2🍞: screammmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm go HOME!: i don’t know what made me pick up my phone and take this picture when we were at the temple… Lawyer Kan: Wait a second na ka Lawyer Kan: So this means

Dome Online Psychic joined to chat pangx2🍞 removed Dome Online Psychic from chat

pangx2🍞: screammmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm pangx2🍞: a ghost joined the group!!! Lawyer Kan: That doesn’t make sense, Khun Pang Lawyer Kan: What ghosts have Line ka?

Dome Online Psychic joined to chat Lawyer Kan removed Dome Online Psychic from chat

pangx2🍞: mae kicked the ghost out faster than me na ka Lawyer Kan: This is a company chat ka. We do not accept outsiders here ka

Vimarnsukman Recreation Dome Online Psychic joined to chat Vimarnsukman Ghost-Hunting Co.

pangx2🍞: screammmmmmmmmmmmm pangx2🍞: uncle ghost joined the recreational group chat!!! Lawyer Kan: That’s fine ka. We can accept outsiders there ka pangx2🍞: mae!!! go HOME!: what does he want, ai’peach? go HOME!: he must want something pangx2🍞: [gif of an anime girl shivering in terror] go HOME!: or maybe he’s trying to steal your luck peach93: Why would he be trying to steal my luck? peach93: Have you seen my luck? His life would be a disaster go HOME!: [gif of Mario looking at his phone and getting sad] pangx2🍞: this is no time to flirt ka!!! Lawyer Kan: What should we do, Khun Peach? peach93: We’ll do what our ghost-busting company always does

Vimarnsukman Recreation peach93 removed Dome Online Psychic from chat

pangx2🍞: oh pangx2🍞: hia kicked out the ghost peach93: But now I kind of want to talk to him go HOME!: what do you want to talk to him for? go HOME!: you’ve talked to him enough!

Lawyer Kan invites Dome Online Psychic to chat

Lawyer Kan: I pressed the button to invite him back ka peach93: Errr… peach93: Uncle Dome krup peach93: It’s Peach na krup peach93: Would Uncle Dome like to talk to the group krup? pangx2🍞: 🥶🥶🥶 go HOME!: 😺😺😺 Lawyer Kan: 👍👍👍 peach93: 😃😃😃 peach93: Has Uncle read it yet na? pangx2🍞: it says read by 5  pangx2🍞: who hasn’t read it??? go HOME!: i read it ka Lawyer Kan: I’ve read it ka Suradech Ketmuangrong: Krup pangx2🍞: that’s 5 pangx2🍞: uncle hasn’t read it!!! peach93: Well then what should I do? Lawyer Kan: Allow me to tag him @ Dome Online Psychic Dome Online Psychic: Hello, Khun Lawyer Kan. This is the new Line account of Uncle Dome Online Psychic since the old Line account I used for a very long time has disappeared. You can contact the team here na krap. Thank you krap 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 pangx2🍞: screammmmmm he’s here!!!! go HOME!: is that a chat bot? Lawyer Kan: @ Dome Online Psychic I would like to speak directly with Uncle Dome ka. I do not want to speak with the automated message response system ka. 

Dome Online Psychic joined to chat

Dome Online Psychic: What’s up, Nong Noo Kan? Lawyer Kan: Allow me to get right to the point, Khun Uncle Dome Lawyer Kan: Khun Peach has something he would like to ask Khun Uncle Dome ka Dome Online Psychic: What’s up, young man? peach93: Uncle Dome krup Dome Online Psychic: If you want to get married, you should get married Dome Online Psychic: Uncle recommends this year na. The Year of the Dragon Dome Online Psychic: Next year is not an auspicious time peach93: No, Uncle! That’s not what I want to talk about! go HOME!: [gif of confused kitten] Dome Online Psychic: Oh. Then what is it? peach93: Uncle Dome krup peach93: Are you aware that Dome Online Psychic: I’m aways aware pangx2🍞: screammmmmmmmmm pangx2🍞: Uncle Ghost Dome!!! pangx2🍞: why are you haunting us??? pangx2🍞: what does uncle want ka? Dome Online Psychic: I’m here to steal your luck!!!

pangx2🍞 removed Dome Online Psychic from chat Dome Online Psychic joined to chat

Dome Online Psychic: Did you kick me out, Pang? pangx2🍞: screammmmmmmmmm pangx2🍞: i’m sorry kaaaaaaaa Lawyer Kan: Excuse me na ka Lawyer Kan: But is it against the law to steal other peoples’ luck ka? Dome Online Psychic: Why are you asking me? Lawyer Kan: Maybe I should ask your mother ka Dome Online Psychic: That was rude na Lawyer Kan: I’m asking because I really don’t know ka Dome Online Psychic: It can’t be illegal because there has never been a law that mentions psychics before ja Lawyer Kan: I understand ka Lawyer Kan: You may go ahead then ka pangx2🍞: mae!!! Dome Online Psychic: Hahaha Heeheehee go HOME!: uncle dome krup Dome Online Psychic: Krupppp, Khun Home, my child go HOME!: what exactly do you want? go HOME!: do you really want our luck? Dome Online Psychic: No ja peach93: Oh? peach93: Then why haven’t you passed on to the afterlife yet krup? peach93: Is there something keeping you here? Dome Online Psychic: Huh? Dome Online Psychic: What are you talking about ja? go HOME!: [picture of Dome’s grave marker] go HOME!: you’re dead na krup go HOME!: you are so dead Dome Online Psychic: Wait wait wait go HOME!: RIP krup Dome Online Psychic: You misunderstood pangx2🍞: omgggggg pangx2🍞: don’t tell me na ka pangx2🍞: you have a dead twin brother!!!! Dome Online Psychic: You watch a lot of dramas, don’t you na? Lawyer Kan: So what is the truth na ka? peach93: What did we misunderstand, Uncle? Dome Online Psychic: It’s just a strategy to counteract bad luck go HOME!: what???? Suradech Ketmuangrong: Krup Dome Online Psychic: You know. Like fighting against fate. Dome Online Psychic: Have you never seen people sleep in a cinema for the same reason? Lawyer Kan: I believe you mean “coffin” ka Dome Online Psychic: No, I meant cinema. Dome Online Psychic: Sleeping in a cinema after eating popcorn Lawyer Kan: If you say so ka go HOME!: [gif of an exasperated man shouting, “THAT’S IT?”] Dome Online Psychic: Yes, that’s it krupppp, Khun Noo, my child. peach93: Then this is all just a misunderstanding krap peach93: Sorry to bother you, Uncle Dome Online Psychic: It’s okay ja pangx2🍞: 555555555555555 pangx2🍞: that was exciting go HOME!: [gif of man laughing hysterically] Lawyer Kan: 🙄🙄🙄 pangx2🍞: [picture from the Secret Santa party with Dome in the middle] pangx2🍞: here’s a souvenir to help ease my embarrassment ka 💖💖💖 peach93: 5555555555

a minute later Suradech Ketmuangrong and Dome Online Psychic

Dome Online Psychic: Uncle Dech krap Suradech Ketmuangrong: Krup Dome Online Psychic: When were the photos Noo Pang sent to the group taken na? Suradech Ketmuangrong: Krup Dome Online Psychic: Were they taken last night? Suradech Ketmuangrong: Krup Dome Online Psychic: But yesterday I was in Chiang Mai na Dome Online Psychic: I haven’t gotten back to Bangkok yet Dome Online Psychic: … Suradech Ketmuangrong: Krup

Wed, 25/12 22:13 Paris, France peach93 & go HOME!

peach93: [Five photos of Home in Paris] go HOME!: [gif of a man saying “THANK YOU”] peach93: No need to thank me peach93: Just give me my pictures now peach93: Don’t post yours until I get mine go HOME!: [picture of Home naked in the bathtub covered in suds] go HOME!: i’m taking a shower right now peach93: 😑😑😑 peach93: Hurry up peach93: I want to upload them peach93: [Screenshot from Home’s Instagram of a picture of him sitting at a French restaurant with the caption “Would you like to have dinner with me?” The picture has 13.4K likes and was posted 1 minute ago.] peach93: I said don’t post anything yet! go HOME!: well I don’t have any pictures good enough for you to post anyway 😥 peach93: Asshole 🤬🤬🤬 go HOME!: [Six photos of Peach in Paris. He’s not wearing glasses in any of them.] [Translator’s Note: Because they are pictures of Tay Tawan] peach93: 🙂 go HOME!: what’s wrong? go HOME!: do you not like your glasses? peach93: I wanted to look handsome go HOME!: ah go HOME!: bless you for trying na peach93: Did you need something from me? go HOME!: forget it go HOME!: i’ll deal with it myself go HOME!: [gif of man giving the camera a salacious smile] peach93: Are you flirting with me? go HOME!: no ja go HOME!: 😏😏😏 peach93: Which room are you showering in? go HOME!: the room upstairs go HOME!: why are you asking? peach93: [mirror selfie of Peach seemingly naked] go HOME!: hey go HOME!: ai’peach go HOME!: don’t you dare go HOME!: [Phone call to Peach. No response.] go HOME!: [Phone call to Peach. No response.] go HOME!: [Phone call to Peach. No response.] go HOME!: ai’peachhhh don’tttttt go HOME!: [Phone call to Peach. No response.] go HOME!: ai’peach i’m not kidding go HOME!: [Phone call to Peach. No response.] go HOME!: [Phone call to Peach. No response.] go HOME!: ai’peachhhhhhhhh!!!

go HOME!: [Screenshot from Home’s Instagram of a picture of him and Peach laying together on the grass. “peach93” is tagged on Home’s face. The photo is captioned “Happy Birthday to you 😺.” It has 17.3K likes and was posted 5 months ago.] peach93: [screenshot from Peach’s Instagram of a picture of Home standing in the snow. It is captioned “Live a happy Newwiee life 💓💙.” It has 17.4K likes and was posted 11 months ago.]

The end

Dome Online Psychic: Merry Christmas ja go HOME!: I LOVE EVERY MOMMY

[blue-grama]

Late-breaking take, the end of Spare Me Your Mercy was quite good! Spoilers ahead, of course. Somehow this show spurred a lot of Tumblr discourse, though not the Tumblr discourse I expected for a series about euthanasia, a famously ethically fraught issue. No prognostication points for me! Anyway, I mention this because it feels hard to write an opinion without referencing all that, but I'm trying, because I just want to react to what was onscreen, in my opinion alone. There were a lot of things this show did really well. First and foremost, covering the whole spectrum of responses to euthanasia, from Boss' ableist take to Kan's autonomy-forward attitude. I really loved that they went out of their way to show a good death without euthansia in the Buddhist monk. It was an important counterbalance and drove home the point about autonomy over all else. I ultimately even liked the weird, ambiguous relationship between Kan and Tew -- though I think it could have benefited from a little more emotional focus, just to raise the stakes. Tew was a very stoic, inward character, but there are ways to show a undemonstrative character's emotions subtly. E.g. I'm watching Train to Busan at the moment and Gong Yoo pulling off his tie with a litte too much force when his mom talks about his estranged wife just tells us everything we need to know in a span of a couple seconds. SMYM wasn't quite as deft and it sometimes came off as confusing. For a few episodes, I wasn't totally sure if we were supposed to infer that Kan and Tew were intimate offscreen or if they were just in a weird hazy 'talking' phase. It turned out to be the latter. I think their relationship should have been weird and hazy, I just think we could have gotten a little more clarity as the audience in the middle of the show. That said (and now I'm skating dangerously close to the Discourse), I thought it was really important there was queer romance in this show. It was powerful to have Kan, a gay man, talking about the heartlessness of the law and importance of bodily autonomy, especially in the context the show had set up - rural, traditional, obviously homophobic. It was interesting to have Tew, the closeted character returning to his rural hometown, sticking to the letter of the law, while Kan, who seemed to have grown up elsewhere and come to the town as a student or adult, felt the need to work outside the lines. Another thing that became clearer in the final episode was that Tew was not out to his mom, but that she knew why he'd left his hometown and that she wanted him to have that big-city, less constrained life. This set up death and queerness as Things We Don't Talk About, To Our Detriment -- imagine if the two of them had felt they could say these things to each other in life? The final image, of the hydrangea, representing forgiveness, but wilted and brown, was one that stood out. There's a window for understanding there - for the law to catch up with compassion - but it's not certain. I don't have a good wrap-up here, just wanted to share thoughts for others who might have liked the show. It was solid and sometimes truly moving, and I'd love to see more shows like it.

[clairedaring]

Hi! I saw that you've read Euthanasia, and I had a question after watching episode 7 of Spare Me Your Mercy. I'm curious about the framing of Boss' death and what space the novel gives to tease out the complexities of euthanasia and disability? As a disabled watcher, I come to discussions of euthanasia outside terminal illness quite wary. Though I'm certainly coming from a Western context where euthanasia and disability is a very sensitive topic and the conversation might look pretty different in Thailand. The framing in the show felt at the very least rushed in terms of building any nuance into the conversation so far, so I'm curious if and how the novel explores the complexities of this.

Hi Shane 💖

To be honest I think that the series is doing far better in terms of show the complexities than the books in terms of euthanasia (i know, unbelievable but bare with me for a second here friend).

So.... the biggest difference the series has made so far is changing the roles between Somsak and Boss. In the book, Somsak was the main culprit and Boss was his accomplice in the way that Boss/Boze also idolises Kan and his ideals -> Somsak convinced Boss to join him in his quest to euthanise patients.

And if you ask what Doctor Somsak's motivation is? There isn't more to it as much as he believes in the same thing as Kan and Kan coming to the hospital is now a future scapegoat for him.

In the novel, Kan also deliberately euthanised/murdered Dr. Somsak when he was in the hospital after they were both injured in their gun fight (similar to what happened to Boss) (pinging @waitmyturtles who may be interested to know that novel!Kan wasn't just a morally grey ass, he really did fuck up there and genuinely did not deserve to end up with Wasan where they left them in the first novel).

But there wasn't a dramatic conversation between them like how Boss asked Kan to do kill him. No, like novel!Kan straight up murdered Somsak to keep him from telling everyone his secret (granted it was his only murder and he did go to prison for it but yeah still novel!Kan was... something else).

So in this sense I think the series has already done much better with the topic of euthanasia, opening up more sides to the debates whereas the novel only touches upon euthanasia in a very surface level way to move forward with its the murder mystery plot.

It's doing it very clumsily for sure but for instance I like that Boss's background story represented how his mother got caregiver burnout and in a country where public healthcare is not as developed and there aren't much welfare or support schemes for people living in rural areas, it's not uncommon to see this seemingly selfish thinking from people around terminally ill/permanently disabled people. It's selfish and inherently discriminatory but it's a raw representation of the painfully ugly mindset people may harbour but will never say it out loud in public.

I'm in no way defending this series by the way, I'm simply saying that if you're looking for more nuances and complexities on the topic of euthanasia in the novels, they're definitely not going to offer that. I would say that the novels offer more complexities in the development of the relationship between Kan and Wasan because it's constructed in a way that's much more believable for reader audience.

The series... I think EP.7 tried a little too much with incorporating assisted suicide into euthanasia which is only going to make it much more controversial.

I hope these little novel spoilers help and answer some of your questions. I really can't offer anything from the novels in terms of disability because it wasn't even mentioned once ಥ_ಥ

[mephistopheleswasrobbed]

Ahh, I don't want it to be over! But alas, here we are, so let me tell you about all the gay moments in Peaceful Property one last time:

1

We begin the episode with Home and Peach sitting next to each other and saying sentimental things. Framed by a flamingo. Which is literally a symbol of love (because they're pink and monogamous).

Saying your meeting was destiny while looking each other in the eyes lovingly is somehow not the most romantic line in this episode. It comes pretty close, though.

2

Back in the action, Peach is extremely worried about Home, alone with his would-be murderer.

And when evil lawyer mentions the possibility of Home being dead already, Peach loses is completely. (Though, in a parallel that is funny to me, exclusively, he's again held back by two *according to themselves* oh so weak women. Just like in Kan's home when one woman was enough to completely immobilise him. I'm really not sure why Panpang is so insistent that Peach is so much stronger than her)

Peach knows that they don't have enough time to waste it on those useless cops so he sacrifices himself by confessing to a crime he didn't commit, so at least Kan and Pangpang can try to rescue Home. That's some ride or die devotion right there.

3

A found family bond so strong it single-handedly derailed these scooby doo villains' evil plots several times.

4

Pangpang (seen here cosplaying as a ghost pizza) knows that in true romance fashion, Peach must be the one to save Home. (And because we've already established that physical strength can't be the reason, I'm choosing to believe it's the strength of his love for Home that's giving him the advantage.)

So Peach arrives just in time (there's that destiny, that soulmate timing) to prevent Somkid from stabbing Home. And I've previously talked a lot about how much Home has changed because of Peach, but let's take a second to appreciate how much Peach has changed because of Home. He went from hiding behind his little sister at the sight of a ghost, to jumping without hesitation at an armed murderer to save Home.

And once Somkid has been distracted, Home's first priority is, as they always do when there's danger, to go check on and help up Peach.

And then he just keeps holding him while Somkid is busy coming to the realisation that all the evil shit he did was meaningless.

5

There is no way Mr. Real Estate Heir doesn't know how to tie a tie. This is an excuse to share some comfort before the funeral and it is as understandable as it is boyfriend-coded.

6

There's been a lot of Home/Peach doing something the other had previously done, and here's one more:

Just like Home before, Peach also notices immediately when something seems off with Home and wastes no time to go to him and see if he needs to offer help or comfort.

7

And what is the problem? It's, of course, the impending separation that has Home moping over an electric stove cooker thing.

But well, after almost watching Home die, again, Peach has realised he doesn't want to leave. Because even if Home goes back to the US, at least he'll be around the memories they've made together. So Peach decides to stay.

And despite the excuse he comes up with about dialect speaking ghosts, we, and Home, know the real reason.

The "I love you and I don't want to leave you" might be unspoken but Home hears it anyway.

And Home has also finally figured it out.

So he's not leaving either.

And Peach might be a little obtuse about it at first

But Home's real dream has always been to have a family. And he knows he's finally found his. Grandpa knows he's finally found his.

So Home makes it clear to Peach.

And Peach gets it this time.

(Of course, then they immediately have to make a joke out of it because those two might actually be allergic to seriously talking about their feelings for each other. But the message has been recieved, anyway)

8

Their absolutely perfect timing can only be explained by soulmate shenanigans. (also look at him smile)

9

Even the universe is trying to tell them to embrace the gay. With their Cok Long bar turned Cok Long restaurant.

10

The dialogue from the beginning plays again, over shots of their family meal. And with the expression of destiny, the camera focuses in on them. Because while "family" is for all five of them, their "destiny" is just between the two of them. And they look so soft and happy in its glow.

And they look at each other when they laugh, and we leave them to their truly happy ending.

(And maybe one day in the future they will be able to plainly say "I love you" to each other without having to hide it behind five jokes and three metaphors, but until then, they know the truth of it anyway.)

Lesbian Corner

Kan has come to seriously trust and believe in Pangpang. And Pangpang, who felt like a useless burden at the beginning of the show, is made better by it.

And in reverse, Kan, who's been completely serious and focussed on revenge for the last decade, who'd had trouble letting loose and making connections with others even before her father's not-completely-but-in-effect-death, has found in Pangpang someone who can not only make her smile, but make her make jokes to make others smile.

Just like Home and Peach, these two also complement each other. They make up for each others shortcomings and both grow into happier, more well-rounded people through each other.

And with that it's over. Except not quite because I've still got some extra that didn't fit here.

[army4lifebby]

Close Proximity

✾ Pairing - NonidolJungkook x FemYn

♡ Genre - Romance, longing.

☆ Wc - 3k

✤ Warnings: Mentions of s*x, kissing, drinking.

✥ A/n - This is chapter one. I hope you enjoy it! ♡

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A room wasn’t supposed to feel this small. Not with twenty or so people laughing, mingling, and filling every corner. But somehow, he made it feel that way.

Jeon Jungkook.

Leaning against the far wall, he looked criminally good in a black button-up and ripped jeans, his presence swallowing the space around him. The walls felt like they were caving in on me, pressing closer with every stolen glance. He was far away, yet somehow unbearably close.

I tried to anchor myself in the surroundings, advertising my attention elsewhere. The soft music playing in the background. The faint clinking of glasses. Streamers swaying from the ceiling, catching the light in their shimmering colors. The air, heavy with the scent of freshly popped champagne. But it was useless. My gaze found its way back to him, again and again, like a moth to a flame.

I wasn’t even supposed to be here. Kanning had dragged me along and squeezed me into this ridiculous red dress that left little to the imagination. Don’t get me wrong, I liked partying. But after the Christmas party two weeks ago, my mind had been spiraling, and the thought of being in the same room as Jungkook again felt… dangerous.

Kanning had sworn this “New Year’s hangout” would be low-key. But it was anything but that.

“Y/N, you good?” Kanning’s elbow nudged me, pulling me out of my head.

“Yeah,” I lied, clutching my drink like it could shield me from my unraveling thoughts. “Just… tired.”

Tired of pretending I didn’t notice the way Jungkook’s dark eyes kept flicking toward me, scanning me like I was the only thing in the room worth seeing.

“You’re staring,” Kanning teased, her voice laced with mischief as she followed my gaze.

“I’m not,” I snapped, too fast, too defensive. My cheeks flared with heat, a traitorous reaction I couldn’t hide.

Her grin widened. “You should just talk to him. What’s the worst that could happen?”

Everything, I thought, but I didn’t say it. Instead, I let my eyes betray me again, drifting back to him. He wasn’t looking at me anymore. He was laughing with a group of friends, his head thrown back, carefree and so at ease. Meanwhile, I felt like my chest was full of fireworks, the pressure building, ready to burst.

We weren’t strangers. Not exactly. Just two people orbiting the same social circle, skimming the edges of familiarity. That, and the fact that two weeks ago, at that Christmas party, we’d shared a drunken, sloppy hookup. Neither of us had been brave enough to address it since.

“I don’t know...” I muttered, downing another gulp of my drink, as if it could drown the memory.

Kanning sighed dramatically. “Y/N, come on. Is this still about that night at the—”

“Shh!” I clapped a hand over her mouth, panic snapping through me. My eyes darted around the room, but no one seemed to be paying attention. “Don’t you dare say another word!”

She peeled my hand away, laughing softly. “Aw, is someone shy?”

“Shut up. It's embarrassing,” I hissed, my face burning as I stared down into my drink. The memory of that morning hit me like a freight train: waking up in Kanning’s guest bedroom, tangled in sheets that weren’t mine, Jungkook’s warm body too close, too familiar. And Kanning’s horrified yelp when she found us.

I barely remembered the night itself—blurry edges of too much wine and not enough restraint. But what I did remember… Oh, God. He was good. Too good.

Kanning nudged me again, her laughter fading into something softer, something almost kind. “It’s not embarrassing. You like him. It’s obvious.”

“I don’t…” I started, but the words died on my tongue as Jungkook glanced in my direction again. This time, he held my gaze, just for a moment, before turning back to his friends.

My heart thudded painfully in my chest. “Okay, maybe I do.”

Kanning’s grin returned, smug and triumphant. “Then what are you waiting for?”

The fireworks in my chest threatened to go off. “The end of the world, maybe.”

She rolled her eyes, but her teasing faded. “You don’t have to be afraid, you know.”

I wanted to believe her. I really did. But Jungkook wasn’t just a guy I liked. He was the guy who made the walls close in, who made me feel too much, too fast. And if I let myself fall, I wasn’t sure I’d survive the landing.

It had to be just a silly little crush, but I’d never felt like this before.

“I do have to be afraid… What if he only saw me as a meaningless hookup?” I sighed, glancing into Kanning’s eyes and catching the flicker of sadness in hers.

She put a hand on my shoulder, her voice gentle. “Trust me, Y/N, Jungkook isn’t like that. I’ve known him since middle school, and he just isn’t that type of person. Take my word for it, bae.”

I nodded softly, nibbling on my bottom lip. My eyes drifted to him again, and just the sight of him brought back that morning—the way he’d left so quickly, like he was shocked he’d been with someone like me. My chest tightened, pain flickering through my body.

“I want to…” I murmured, looking back at her, my voice barely above a whisper.

Kanning’s hand gave my shoulder a comforting squeeze. “Then do it. You’ve got nothing to lose.”

But that wasn’t true. It felt like I had everything to lose.

_ _ _

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_

She was here. Y/N.

I told myself it didn’t matter, that she was just another face in the crowd, someone I saw now and then through mutual friends. But the second she walked into the room, it felt like the air shifted, like she carried her own gravity, pulling everything—including me—into her orbit.

Her in that tight red dress, every curve brought out so effortlessly, like it had been made just for her. It made my chest ache in a way I couldn’t explain, like I wanted to fold in on myself and stay invisible—anything to keep from giving away the fact that she had me completely undone.

She looked different tonight. Less guarded. More flushed, her laughter softer and less rehearsed than the times I’d seen her before. But it wasn’t her laugh I remembered most—it was that night.

That night at the Christmas party. When too much alcohol had blurred the lines between want and need. When my hands had memorized the shape of her, like letting go would have killed me. Two weeks had passed, and I hadn’t stopped thinking about her. About the way she’d felt. About the way I’d left.

It haunted me. She haunted me.

I leaned against the wall, forcing a mask of indifference as Tae rattled on about something I’d already heard before. My eyes betrayed me every few seconds, slipping past him to find her again. She was fidgeting with her drink, nodding to Kanning’s words but clearly distracted, her gaze darting around the room. And when her eyes landed on me, even for the briefest moment, my pulse slammed into overdrive.

“Yo, Jungkook, you even listening?” Tae’s voice cut through my thoughts, and I blinked, tearing my gaze away from her.

“Yeah, I’m here,” I muttered, though my attention was already slipping back to her.

I wanted to cross the room. To close the impossible distance between us. But what would I even say? Hey, remember me? The guy who ran out like a coward after taking everything you had to give? My stomach twisted, the shame of that morning gnawing at me.

“You’re hopeless, dude,” Tae scoffed, his tone tinged with irritation. “Just talk to her already. You’ve been obsessing over her for weeks. It’s getting painful to watch.”

I sighed, grabbing a drink from a passing tray, if only to give my hands something to do other than reach for her. The memory of that night burned behind my eyes—the way she’d felt against me, like she belonged there. It wasn’t just chemistry; it was something more, something I couldn’t shake.

“I don’t know what to say,” I admitted, running a hand through my hair.

Tae groaned dramatically, throwing his head back like I was the biggest lost cause he’d ever seen. “Bro, I’ve taught you so much about girls, and now it’s like you’ve forgotten everything. Just go. Talk. To. Her.”

“It’s different with her,” I blurted before I could stop myself.

Tae’s brow shot up, his curiosity piqued. “Oh, so it’s lust?”

“What? No!” My voice came out sharper than I intended, my chest tightening at the thought. But that word—lust—dragged me back to memories I’d been trying to suppress. Her skin beneath my fingertips, the way she’d said my name like it was the only word that mattered.

“Well, that’s what it sounds like to me,” Tae shrugged, swiping my drink and downing it like it was nothing.

“It’s not,” I said through gritted teeth, but even as I denied it, I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something deeper, something I didn’t know how to name.

I glanced back to where she’d been standing, but my heart stopped when I realized she wasn’t there anymore. Panic bloomed in my chest as my eyes darted around the room, searching for her. Kanning was still there, chatting with someone else, but Y/N—she was gone.

“Jungkook?” Tae’s voice was a distant echo, drowned out by the thundering of my pulse.

And then I saw her, slipping out onto the balcony, her silhouette framed by the soft glow of the moonlight. Before I could think, my feet were moving, closing the distance between us like it was the most natural thing in the world.

I didn’t know what I’d say when I reached her. All I knew was that I couldn’t let her slip away again.

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The cool night air was like a balm against my skin, soothing the heat that had been building inside me since the moment I walked into that room. The muffled sounds of laughter and music from the party followed me out, but here on the balcony, it felt distant—like I’d stepped into another world.

I leaned against the railing, my hands gripping the cold metal as I tried to steady my breathing. The city stretched out before me, glittering and alive, but my thoughts were anything but calm.

I shouldn’t have come.

I shouldn’t have let Kanning convince me to wear this dress, to show up at the same place I knew he’d be. Jeon Jungkook. The name alone was enough to send my heart spiraling.

The memory of him had been haunting me for weeks—the way his lips had felt against mine, the way his hands had claimed me like I was something precious. But it wasn’t the heat of that night that kept me up; it was the way he’d left, so quickly, so quietly, like he couldn’t get away fast enough.

I closed my eyes, exhaling slowly, trying to push the thought of him out of my head.

“Couldn’t handle it in there either?”

The voice—deep, familiar—shattered my moment of peace.

I turned sharply, my breath catching in my throat. Jungkook was there, standing just a few feet away, his hands tucked into his pockets, his dark eyes locked on me. The way his teeth tugged at his lip piercing made my chest tighten, and suddenly the cold night air felt too warm.

“I just needed some air,” I managed to say, hating how unsteady my voice sounded.

He stepped closer, the space between us shrinking, and it was like every nerve in my body went on high alert. I could smell him now—something clean and woodsy, the same scent I remembered from that night.

“Me too,” he said simply, his gaze never leaving mine.

I swallowed, trying to focus on the city lights, on the sounds of the cars below—anything but him. But it was impossible. The air between us felt charged, like the entire world was holding its breath.

He moved to stand beside me, leaning against the railing, his arm so close to mine that I could feel the faint warmth radiating from him. I didn’t dare look at him, not directly.

“You’re quiet tonight,” he said, his voice softer now, almost tender.

“So are you,” I replied, surprised by the steadiness of my tone.

I glanced at him then, just briefly, and the way he was looking at me made my stomach flip. There was something intense in his eyes, something I couldn’t quite name, and it made me feel both vulnerable and alive.

“Touché,” he said with a small smile, and it was that smile—the one that seemed to break through every wall I had—that nearly undid me.

I wanted to say something. Anything. To fill the silence, to push past the tension that hung between us like a string stretched to its breaking point. But the words stuck in my throat.

“Jungkook…” I began, but my voice faltered, and I cursed myself for sounding so unsure.

He leaned his face even closer to mine, his hand brushing against my own, and the contact sent a jolt through me. My breath hitched, and I hated how transparent I was, how easily he could affect me.

“Tell me to stop,” he murmured, his voice so quiet it was almost lost in the night.

But I didn’t.

I couldn’t.

Because no matter how much I told myself to let this go, to walk away before I got hurt again, the truth was, I didn’t want him to stop.

His lips tasted like honey and something sweeter—something I couldn’t name but already knew I was addicted to.

The second our lips touched once more, the world faded. There was no party, no countdown, no noise. Just her.

His hands found their way to my hips, gripping the fabric of my dress like he was afraid to let go. I didn’t plan on giving him the chance.

The kiss deepened, and I backed up onto the railing, my back touching the cold metal. My hands ran over his chest, gripping the fabric before going to his hair. He fit perfectly against me, soft and warm, and I felt the faintest tremor run through him.

"Jungkook," I whispered, my voice laced with hesitation.

He pulled back just enough to meet my gaze, his forehead resting against mine.

"Is this okay?" he asked, his voice hoarse.

My answer came in the form of another kiss, this one hungrier, more certain.

I lost track of time after that, lost in his warmth, his scent, the way his body melted into mine.

Whatever this was—whatever we were—I wasn’t ready to let it go. Not tonight.

Until the sound of the door closing shattered the moment, of course.

I pulled back, panting and my heart stopping as I turned to see who had walked out—as did Jungkook.

It was Jimin, one of our mutual friends. My face heated instantly, and I looked away, mortified.

Jungkook stepped back too, clearing his throat and awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. Jimin stood frozen in place, his mouth hanging open in shock.

“Y-You two…” he stammered, pointing a finger at me, then at Jungkook.

“No! It’s not what it looks like,” Jungkook blurted, his voice rushed.

My shoulders slumped as my heart clenched painfully. What was it then?

“I mean… I—” he stopped himself mid-sentence, his words failing him.

Jimin cleared his throat, sensing the awkward tension, and gestured back toward the apartment. “Uh… I was just looking for everyone. We’re gathering in the living room for the countdown. Five minutes left.”

“Right… Uh, Kanning must be looking for me,” I muttered, my voice barely above a whisper. Without waiting for a response, I walked past Jimin into the apartment, my eyes downcast. My hands trembled as I tried to process what had just happened.

I wanted to talk, to get to know him. Not kiss him! Oh God, what have I done?

I cursed myself silently, my stomach twisting with regret and confusion. For the rest of the night, Jungkook and I kept our distance, though our stolen glances said everything we couldn’t.

I tried to distract myself, to pretend I was having fun, but the truth was undeniable: this wasn’t the end of something. If anything, it was just the beginning.

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[inside-lees-mind]

hello!! could i ask for a hyoga x overworker s/o?

reader tries their best to impress hyoga while they learn to use the kudayari, and shows him their progress quite excited to hear his opinion; however, their hands are bruised and damaged from using the spear continuously without gloves, as the kept training day and night. hyoga didn't like this.

it's that one hyoga anon again! tysm for writing my request last time, and feel free to make my requests any way you want! i'm so down bad for this man i could read anything about him, honestly 😭😭

Hyoga’s S/O Overworking Themself

Okay. I wrote about like when you do something so much, you can’t do anything that isn’t it. Like that time I played 2048 so much I played it in my dreams too. Or how I play just dance so much, I have to pull myself away from it and I dream of playing it too.

I honestly think if Hyoga likes you, he’s like meanly nice. If that makes sense. He’ll give advice in shit in a harsh tone. Sometimes, it’s hard not to throw in insults but I think if he respects somebody, he’s not the type to call them anything other than proper so…

Tirelessly, for days now, you’ve worked on your form, technique, style, everything. You can’t get yourself to settle down to sleep because every time you try, you just feel the ghost of the spear in your hands. When you do close your eyes to try, you see yourself trying again. If you fall asleep, even for a second, you dream of sparring.

So you stand throughout the night, practicing on a dummy you built to practice on. You spin the spear, your hands tiring now. Sure, the bamboo doesn’t spin, but moving the spear to spin is wearing on your hands with every hit. Your grip is growing weak. Not to mention, you’re undeniably tired, but you just can’t stop.

Sometimes, when you think to stop, maybe finally being able to focus on something else, you think about what Hyoga would say if you do bad when you spar with him the next day. You’ve got to get it perfect unless you want your boyfriend to be disappointed. He takes so much pride in the Owari Kan style.

Even if it’s hard to tell, he takes so much pride and is so happy that his s/o is learning the technique from him. You can’t mess that up for him.

The next day, after less than 2 hours of sleep, you meet up with your boyfriend for a sparring session. It’s early morning, the sun is just now rising behind him. You’ve been sparring for a few minutes now, but the sun helps him realize something. You have bruises littering your body. Bruises, callouses, cuts cover your hands. A finger or two on each hand was wrapped up in bandages. Between that and the sunken in eye bags from your lack of proper sleep, he can’t believe he didn’t notice.

He waits until the end of what you were both currently working on. He tells you to just take a water break, but he watches you carefully the entire time. When you go to move back for your spear, he calmly stops you.

“If you can’t do it properly, don’t do it at all.” He says, smiling behind his mask. The look on your face tells him he shouldn’t have worded it that way. He’s not the kind of man to backtrack and stumble over his words to correct himself or anything, so he calmly adds, “Take a break. Proper rest is important.”

You finally realize what he means as color returns to your face. “But I n—”

“No. How much sleep did you get?” He asks, taking the spear from you. He stares at you, expression almost blank. It’s hard to tell what he’s thinking, but a part of you thinks he may be… worried?

“About 5 hours.” You shrug.

“Don’t lie.” He warns, which draws a groan from you. You look up, meeting his eyes briefly.

“I think a bit less than 2?” He simply nods at this.

“And how many times have I told you to wear gloves?” He asks, staring blankly.

“Several.” You mutter.

“And that’s for a reason. Yuzuriha can make you gloves.” He says sternly, eyes opening and flicking up to meet yours. “That’s the proper way.”

“Yes. I’ll do it the proper way.” You smile, finally realizing what he’s doing. Sure, it’s unconventional, probably rude in most people’s eyes, but that’s the softest he gets. Or maybe not. You can’t help but wonder if he’s got a super soft side you won’t get to see until you’re like married or something. That’s a question for later though, you confer as he tells you to go lie down and get some rest.

[rhineposting]

hello och-kanation. me and my good friend @osteichthyens have made a discovery.

(trigger warning for mentions of self harm under cut)

(...pun not intended.)

so how come no one is talking about how it's heavily implied that och-kan smeared out this mural of him

with his own blood.

In fact, you can even do some basic forensics based on the splatter textures - such as the method and the time period it occured in.

Time wise?

It could have only occured after the fall of Ochkanatlan. After all, that mural is right in the centre of the city. If it was defaced before the fall, it would have been restored by those loyal to him. That and I doubt they had liquid cheddar back then.

However, it could also occur only before Waxaklahun Ubah Kan came to experiment on him further, which fully turned him into the wyvern we see during the game events - he would've been too large to even enter the building, let alone paint on one of it's inner walls.

Meaning, there was a period of time where he wandered around his empty, broken city with an equally broken body as it was progressing through the transformation, during which he stumbled upon the mural - and seeing it must have pushed him off another deep end.

How?

From the splatters on the bottom part of the mural, we can conclude he made a deep cut on his right arm.

Considering the way the blood splashed, it was most likely a swift slash. One splash in particular looks like it had been smeared with a fingertip.

The shape of this stain implies he first waited for blood to flow into his palm, before throwing it onto his image. The stain from middle to the lower right "branch" might be the first as the other branches lack streaks from dripping. Kinda like with paint, when you dip a brush into some and swish it around, the first slash is always the largest and wettest.

The stains on the floor suggest the same. Those to the right are the largest, while those to the left are the smallest - further implying a quick, swinging motion.

After that, the two largest stains suggest that for some time, he simply stood there, while blood dripped off his arm onto the floor and formed a puddle. Maybe completely out of it. Maybe taking in the sight of his ''artwork."

Since his blood posseses Pyro adjacent qualities, it might've started forming a scab by the time he turned around and walked away - which would explain the even spaced and shrinking size of the droplets.

And that's where the crime scene ends, as far as I'm concerned. If there's someone out there who's more knowledgeable about forensics, let me know if I missed something.

Conclusion?

Holy shit did this guy have issues.