#he’s soooooooooooooo pretty

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WE ARE SO BACK RUI FANCLUB AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[paarksunghoon]

DONT ASK ME ABOUT ANYTHING

[hoforwonho]

JAEMIN ♡ BLUE

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wifeposting

[whizzergoingmadd]

MIKA’S FLORAL SUITS HELLOOOOOOOOO

[cowboyb1ues]

I made eye contact with the pretty guy at uni and I’m in love

[maraczeks]

newsroom rw thread pt 3

[simpjaes]

thoughts on jayhoon (maybe hyungline) with an inexperienced gf?!.. please 😩🫶

hyung line + inexperienced reader

★ heeseung:

i'm not saying he would look for an inexperienced girlfriend so she sees him as a sex god, but i'm also not saying that it wouldn't be a plus in the relationship.

I think he'd be gentle on purpose at first [probably struggling to hold back too], working his way up, up, up to where he wants to be regarding his sex life. the first time would probably be vanilla sex, where he's sliding in nice and gentle, praising you and cooing in your ear like "feel how wet you are for this, baby-" and "you're really loving this, yeah?"

and he'll be like that for like...idk, a week tops before he starts being dirty rather than gentle. snapping his hips and cooing out the same praise when you tense up at the force. caressing your cheek when he face fucks you :( loving how you gag consistently because you've only sucked his dick before.

idk, i think heeseung would be obsessed with being the standard™ and i also don't think he'd be able to stay gentle with you when you just...like...let him fuck you however he wants.

☆ jay:

he likes inexperienced girls because they get soooooooooooooo fucking wet. and the only thing he loves more than girls who drip for him is a girl who makes him drip for her.

thankfully, it goes both ways when it comes to inexperienced girls. he'd def get soooo so so hard knowing he can please you without much effort. i'm talking one little touch to your clit, one slide of his cock into you and you're quivering? he'd def be the one saying shit like "this is all it takes to have you like this?" and "here, spread your legs more, i can go so deep-"

probably entirely obsessed with knowing he's one of the only cocks you've taken. fr so possessive and not wanting you to take anyone other than him after the fact too. also obsessed with showing you each new thing and loving how you try your best on him too. from being bad at sucking cock to having him shaking within just a few days. he loves a high sex drive fr, you're such a fast learner too. probs worries about you running off someday and using that tongue thing you picked up on someone else ;-;

plus, it never hurts for jay to be the one bringing the majority of the pleasure. In fact, it's probably his favorite role to play.

★ jake:

jake is the guy who is confidently fucking clumsy with his dick. an inexperienced girl would be perfect for him for several reasons.

for one, you're probably willing to try just about everything without him feeling embarrassed or weird about liking certain things. secondly, you'd be so easy to turn on and that, in turn, would have him nearly cumming in his pants. lastly, you'd probably be so fucking tight that he wouldn't have to do much at all in regards to thrusting. just cock warming feels like he's fucking you senseless with the way you grip and clench him.

i am a firm believer in switch!jake, so i think he could not only take care of you and become utterly drunk for such an inexperienced pussy, but let you become drunk for his more experienced cock in whatever way you please.

he would not care whether what you to do him feels good, hurts, or feels absolutely awful. he'd be gentle with his words too, guiding you with that pretty smile on his face like "here, try holding your hand still so I can fuck up--" or "hold onto me," when he slides in, following up with moans of "feel how tight you are around me? fuck, i don't even have to fuck you, do i?"

idk, jake would be a perfect lover in any regard because i think he'd be rough when asked, submissive when asked, or simply vanilla when asked.

☆ sunghoon:

on fucking god this guy would be so gentle, going at your pace and consistently checking up on you despite wanting to rail you into the next fucking dimension if you so much as asked him to.

i don't think he'd really want an inexperienced girl because he wouldn't want to have to hold himself back, but it wouldn't be a deal breaker for him in the slightest.

the issue is that like, when you moan so much with such a pretty, strained voice, he has to fucking fight gods to keep himself from holding you down and just taking you for all your worth. but man is it worth it when you're ready for him to do that to you.

im not saying he'd train you or anything, unlike heeseung, who definitely would. I'm just saying you'd grow so accustomed to his size and the way he fucks you that you'd probably find it hard to think of anyone else knowing your body like he does.

sunghoon would def take his time learning your buttons and pressing them to get what he wants. the first time you ask him to go faster or harder though???? oh man would that lead to a full fucking night of him giving you his all. saying things like "it's okay, just--just relax," when you're tensing up under him from the force of his hips, "fuck, i can't- god you're fucking squeezing me so tight-"

fr would be unable to stop until he's cumming only to eat you out as an apology for ruining that pretty pussy of yours :(

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thank you so much for requesting @retrosabers soooooooooooooo...idk what this is. but it turned into a makeup sex, kind of angry with steve, to I guess, the beginnings of the "How Sweet It Is AU" for me?? - you could just read this as stand alone smut, but please read the warnings below if you're unfamiliar with that AU and don't want a pretty big surprise at the end!

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warnings: mentions of wearing Steve's boxers, SMUT (piv intercourse - creampie, angry/makeup sex & all the language and actions that may go with it - some kingish steve vocabulary if you will)| pregnant reader announcement - see How Sweet It Is AU warnings for more | my blog is 18+

Late Summer, Early Fall, 1986

Your fingers slip from his neck and shoulders, sweat slicked tan skin there making the bright red of the scratches you made brighter. Angrier. 

They match the mood -  the deep lines between his brows, the pout of your lips, the brutal punch of his thrust inside of you, the clench of your jaw so you don’t do something satisfying like scream his name or fuck, say sorry. 

Neither of you can remember what started it now. You said something bratty, he said something even more so. Sharp tones and stressful weeks. Cupboards and drawers with volume and slams worthy of a battle of the bands. Silent tooth brushing while glaring at one another in the mirror sessions, and purposeful, childish things, like making only enough coffee for one cup each morning.  

Not that you had even wanted any today. 

The sun was brutal, the AC was busted, and Steve had found you lying on the hard kitchen floor, practically naked, and sipping something out of a blue, glass mason jar that was sweating more than you. 

He’d swallowed at the sight of your stomach and arms fully on display, the curve of lace over your chest, his boxers rolled over your thighs too high to be decent if you stood. Perhaps Steve could have taken the gesture of you wearing next to nothing as a white flag, but all he could think about was how hot he was, how tight the tie was around his neck, and how he was mad at you for a reason he didn’t even remember. 

Steve stepped over to the thermostat and without opening your eyes you called, “No difference.”

“When’s the last time you checked?” He grumbled under his breath, tapping at it with a roll of his eyes. “No difference.”

“Right,” you propped up on your elbows, glaring at him as you snapped, “Like I just said.”

He looked right at you for what felt like the first time in years, when really it had only been a day or two. But the sight of eyes that were honey turned hard, though just as sticky as they lingered on your own, had something in your chest warming. 

Steve glanced down at your body again as he yanked at his tie, throwing it on the counter before taking on his naturally annoyed position of hands on his hips. His fingers flexed against them while his head tilted in a way that exposed his throat more, made it easy to follow his swallow or the bead of sweat curving down his jaw. It made you want to curse whatever god created this man, and that was before he opened his mouth with a tone bitchy enough to match his pose. 

“Can you put a shirt on?”

The bite of his question made your eyes narrow, made you stick out your peachy, lace covered chest more just to spite him. His gaze returned to yours, challenging, fire burning between you both making his gaze molten - pure lava that was sure to consume you before you even had the thought of running from it. 

You stood as he harshly unbuttoned the white button down he was dressed in, revealing dark chest hair and the gold chain nestled there, both threatening to make you fold first, but you couldn’t. Wouldn’t. 

His finger’s movements slowed as they worked at the cuffs when you set your glass on the counter. As you took a step closer, then another, you both refused to break eye contact until your chests were almost touching and your chin tipped up at him in your own challenge back. 

“Make me.”

The space between your lips buzzed, his cupid’s bow mocking you, the heave of your chest doing the same to him.  

Maybe you tilted higher first, maybe he bent lower, but your lips crashed into each other - literally. 

Teeth against plush bottom lips and noses bumping, hands gripping at each other like you’re about to push the other off, yet you both only get closer. 

Steve pants into your mouth, his fingers dig into the skin just below your ribs as he pushes you in a direction clumsily, till your back is hitting the counter and you can feel how hard he already is as he pulls your hips against his own. 

You don’t give him the satisfaction of making any noise when his thumb brushes over a hard nipple through lace, or when his tongue meets yours. He doesn’t give you any either when you pull a little hard at the hair at the back of his head and roll your hips. 

Neither of you say a word or let your faces show any sign that this is all exactly what you want, what you need when he pushes at the boxers and lets them fall to the floor as he lifts you onto the counter or when you pull and push at his belt and dress slacks enough to free his length. 

Steve slips up a little when you wrap your hand around him, his head thrown back and teeth digging into his lip, fists forming against the counter next to your thighs with each slow tug. 

“What’s the matter Steve?” Faux pouting lips form the coy question while your hand pumps faster. You smirk when Steve lets loose a shaky exhale on your next words. “You wanna tell me how good it feels? How turned on you are right now? How sor-“

You inhale sharply when his thumbs spread you and a low rumble leaves his lips, too close to your ear, “Oh babe…me? I think if anyone here is turned on it’s-fuck.”

Your legs wrap around his waist, heels digging into his ass and pushing him closer so his tip hits your entrance, your hand glides it through your folds dripping around him already, teasing at your clit then back down. 

“Speaking of fuck-oh.”

Your brows knit together, lips clamp shut as he slides into you slowly. His chest is heaving, white button down open so you could scrape you nails down the gray tank top revealed to you now, but you don’t. Your eyelashes are fluttering, fingers slipping against the counter and back arching so he could go deeper. 

He doesn’t. 

Steve keeps his thrusts shallow and slow, only giving you just enough to make you angry. Your cheeks grow hot, spine tingling, tongue pushing against your teeth with every glide in, silently willing, begging, him to go deeper. 

Your clit throbs, heels dig into him, but Steve stands firm, watching you closely, waiting till you look up at him. 

One damp strand of brown hair falls over his forehead, while eyes soften towards you again. Sweat rolls down his temple, each pulse of his steady heartbeat making his cologne sharper, mint and cedar distracting you, placating you. When you grip at his shoulders, finally touching him again, he exhales as his name leaves you in a whisper. 

“Steve,” your fingers grip the collar of his button down, “More.”

As your hands slip, nails curling into his chest, Steve finally gives you more. 

Then he stops.

Pressed against you, he inhales slow and steady, watching you. His arms flex around yours as his palms press to the cool counter, ignoring how thrilled he is to feel you fluttering around him fully now. 

He grins, finally, when a whine bubbles out of your throat at the lack of movement. He can’t help himself, raising his pitch and mocking your words earlier, “What’s the matter? Wanna tell me how good it feels? Wanna tell me you’re sor-“

��I said more,” you gasp around the words, rolling your hips until his hands fly to them and hold them in place. 

Steve looks at you seriously, black lust filled pupils taken over his gaze, and his tongue slides over his bottom lip before he speaks, like he’s debating his words. 

“I did give you more. Want something else? Gonna have to be specific babe. Maybe use a word that starts with ‘P’ and ends with leas-“

“Fucking, fuck me, Harrington!” You grip the cotton tank between your fingers, voice hot and body hotter and only getting more so when he throws his head back in a laugh. A laugh which only makes you clench around him more and spurring him on. 

“Harrington?! Did you just call me Harrington and then tell me to fuck you?!” He grins wider, his perfect smile on display, like he just can’t help himself. 

“Would you prefer King Ste-ohmygod!”

Steve pulls out and thrusts into you hard, his forehead furrowed as his mouth searches for yours. You meet him in a kiss that starts with another gasp as he sets a brutal pace. Your fingers slip around his neck and he lays over you so your back is against the counter. His hands drag you to the edge still, so his hips can meet yours over and over again as his tongue works at the seam of your lips once more.

He slows his kiss down, sucking on your bottom lip and pulling, breath exhaled against your cheek through his nose as your back arches and your nails leave their marks. Steve keeps thrusting, coarse hair hitting your clit that only aches for more when he releases your mouth. Lips kiss bitten and parting in shock when he speaks down to you with a deep and hoarse gravel, chest heaving as his nails scratch down your thigh. 

“Am I fucking you good enough, honey?” He pushes at your legs, bending them up and towards your chest so you do cry out as he somehow gets more inside of you, “Feel that? Feel how deep I am?”

He rolls his hips, a thumb pressed to your clit and you break, the lava creeping closer. 

Steve groans when you gasp a yes, a more. 

He thrusts faster, hands skating over your body, pulling and tugging you closer to him, lips brushing against your jaw then your neck as he speaks. 

“Wanna come for me baby? Feels like you do, this pussy’s just crying around me.”

You gasp at the filth coming out of him, hating that it only makes him slip inside of you easier, faster. 

Steve lets your legs fall, guiding one around his hip and the other pressed next to your head, his torso rising so his gaze can stay on where your bodies meet with an intensity you haven’t quite seen before. He looks like an older version of a Steve you met a long time ago. 

Realizing now, his pants aren’t even down, his shirt only just unbuttoned, chain glistening in damp chest hair. His forearm veins and shoulders flex with determination you used to see on a court, jaw pulsing, and his brow sweating, but no longer furrowed - like he knows he’s won. Steve’s cheeks are flushed, tongue between his lips as his thumb swipes over your clit in a large figure eight and you jolt. His hand reflexively pushes your shoulder down, while he keeps working on the swollen nerves in time with his thrusts. 

Each pass, each thrust, is a clock counting down drowning out a crowd for him, knowing if he just keeps going, he’ll make it. For you, it’s lava gaining ground, inches from your demise, the heat licking at your body now enough for you to cry out his name just like an adoring fan. 

Steve grunts, brow furrowed again so he can focus on what he’s trying to say. 

“Oh, it’s first name basis again, yeah? Did that good of a job? An-another slut satisfied with their fuck from Harrington?”

You cry out a yes, literally, your orgasm breaking over you in multiple releases. You clench around him, thighs tightening on his hips and Steve’s rhythm stutters as you take everything he gives you. The rush of every pent up emotion makes it’s way over your lash lines. Angry tears, sad tears, relieved tears. Maybe delirious as you start laughing, fingers swiping at them and Steve’s head whips up. 

He slips out of you with a wince, his fingers catching the tears and his forehead furrowed with worry now, “Baby, babe. Hey, hey, hey, what’s-I’m sorry, that was too far, I thought you-“

“Steve,” you hiccup, fingers catching his, eyes doing the same to worried and back to warm honey irises. 

He waits, thumbs soothing over yours only pausing when you speak again. The scratches on his neck and shoulders pink now, less angry - sorry. They match the pink lips that part, the cheeks that stand out behind tear tracks. They still match the mood. 

Softer. 

Sweeter. 

Just like the words leaving your lips. 

“I’m pregnant.”

[moonchildstyles]

We know prosecco y/n is a bath girlie, like she LOVES the bathtub at H's place, maybe she doesn't have one in her apartment or it's not as big and like when she starts bringing her bath bombs to his place, he ofc would buy more for her but yeah she spends a lot of her time in the bath, when she's staying over or she's waiting for him to come home, he'll find her in the tub and he will say "I feel like you're just here for the bathtub" when he's needy for her attention but really he loves it. One day he comes home to her preparing a bath so he joins her which ends up with her being on top and she's using her rose petal bathbomb, it smells so good and the water is really hot so it's steamy and their bodies are so soft, and his lips and hands are everywhere, he's helping her bounce on him and their moans are echoing, the water splashing out of the tub and when they're both done the water has turned warm and they both have rose petals stuck to their skin.

wait shut up I love this soooooooOOOOOOO much:( like him teasing her for how often shes just found lounging in his bath but ofc he indulges her w new bubble bars and bath bombs and sweet oils and candles and all and shes always trying to get him to get in w her but hes usually just too busy like making dinner or doing some work or just other things but you knowwww the nights that he just gives in and shes so excited like.... the idea of her ending up on top w him reclined in the tub and hes helping her bounce on his lap w his hands on her hips and the water splashing around them but its a pretty like pink or purple w all of the flower petals floating around them and they’re breathing heavy w warm skin and hair dripping onto his chest and hes just looking up at her in awe and touching anywhere he can get his hands on and the moans echoing ohhhhhhhhh my foddddddd but im so clinically obsessed w the petals sticking to their skin when they get out like maybe h finds a rose petal on her back when hes wrapping her in a towel and he just is so smiley :(((((((( pulling it and maybe idk if its weird but maube he keeps it and dries it :((((( hs it in like a drawer or something liek that :(

[your-local-taurus]

Newsies Marching/Concert/Jazz Band Au

This has been sitting in my notes app for ages and I had the brilliant idea to post it here. These are heavily based on my own experiences in band if you couldn’t tell by how wildly specific some of these headcanons are!

Jack: He. Is. A. Trumpet. Player. I don’t make the rules here. Definitely the type of kid to challenge others to “who can play louder” or “who can play higher” and proceeds to blow out everyone’s ears. He gets an earful from Davey, Katherine and the band director.

Davey: I was like “what the nerdiest instruments this loser can play” and was like CLARINET (and then remembered I play clarinet) This kid can play hard-ass riffs like there’s no tomorrow, it’s actually terrifying. He makes it look easy. The others make fun of him but all agree that without him the upper woodwinds would be a disaster.

Les: Davey’s little brother that is always at rehearsal for some reason. He’s around so much he’s basically their unofficial mascot. He carries the school banner haha get it? and water bottles during parades.

Katherine: Definitely the drum major during marching season. She’s really organized and the boys are all low-key scared of her too, so that’s a bonus. She plays the tenor and soprano sax in concert band.

Crutchie: Mallet percussion! He can’t March but man this kid can bang out rhythms on the xylophone and marimba! The others jeer at him and call him “SIDELINES” we do that to our mallet percussion but it’s all in good fun.

Race: ALTO SAX PLAYER. He does not stop playing Careless Whisper, he has no shame. They’ll be practicing drill and then *CARELESS WHISPER* “SHUT UP RACE, I SWEAR TO GOD”. He’s one of the alto section leaders with Finch, but no one knows how because this boy does nothing but goof off? He’s mainly the morale portion of the section while Finch does the actual house keeping stuff, but he’s not that good at it either. Needless to say, the alto section is hanging on by a thread.

Albert: Definitely a trombone player. Knows all the big memes and can play them on command. Despite all the joking around he does (with Race) he’s actually a fantastic player and does killer solos in jazz band. He can rip the paint off the walls with how loud he can play.

Finch: As I said above, an alto player and section leader. He’s low-key done with Race after spending years sitting next to him in band class and half the time you see him he’s on the collapse of a breakdown. But he loves his section as much as he jokes otherwise. He just wishes Race would stop playing Careless Whisper, but we can’t have everything, can we?

Elmer: Also a trombone player. He’s normally trombone two, but he’s totally chill with it, he likes the harmony parts. Also knows many memes he can play on command and he and Albert duet a lot of them from across the field. Like, they’re on separate ends and just BLASTING the Wii theme across the football field. Everyone hates it almost as much at they hate Race playing Careless Whisper.

Jojo: Alto player. No one knows why this kid isn’t the section leader because he’s so good with the section and already does a good portion of the responsibilities. Kids come into band being like “oh yeah, isn’t Jojo the alto section leader?” And are shocked to find out no it’s Race and Finch????? My boy doesn’t take any credit and says he’s just trying to be helpful, bless his heart.

Buttons: Flute player! Don’t have a lot of good parts in marching band but that doesn’t bother him because he gets a lot of the pretty melodies in concert band.

Specs: Plays flute for concert band but since he doesn’t get a lot of good parts, he plays trumpet for marching and jazz band. Section leader for both and is super good at keeping people on task. He’s like the tired parentTM with dealing with his sections (particular the trumpets *cough cough* Jack)

Romeo: Plays the flute. He’s the flute player that complains about how his arms hurt from holding his flute up for SooOoOoooOoOOoo long while the drum line is just deadpanning at him like “you’re kidding me, right?” Whines about the runs he needs to play but gets mad when people suggest he just changes instruments if he hates it so much.

Tommy Boy: DRUMMER TOMMY BOY DRUMMER TOMMY BOY DRUMMER TOMMY BOY!!!!! Plays the quints for marching. He plays a variety of instruments for concert band but he’s really good at the timpani. He 100% plays the drum kit for jazz band. He’s so good at keeping the band grounded, definitely lives up to the “heartbeat of the band”.

Mike & Ike: I hate putting them together because they are two different people, but they need to be together for this head canon. Both play tenor in marching, concert and jazz band. Both tenor one in marching and concert but weirdly enough, no one knows who’s tenor one in jazz band? They both know the tenor one and tenor two parts to all of their songs and just switch day to day, song to song and everyone’s like ???????? But they think it’s funny and they’re both good players so the band director doesn’t care.

Mush: Tenor sax! He plays it for both marching and concert band but plays the electric guitar for jazz band on account that the twins are already the two tenor players and he’s pretty good at it. Definitely a section leader, total sweetheart and gets along with mostly everyone, even the twins, though they do drive him up the wall at times.

Kid Blink: Bari sax player. Honks on those low notes and CARRIES Seven Nation Army. There are times where he alone can over power most of the band and is told to back off. Does amazing solos in jazz band as well.

Henry: Trombone player. Really done with Albert, Elmer and Sniper’s shenanigans. Probably the section leader even though he’s not the best player, just because the other would probably abuse their authority. Poor kid normally spends rehearsal thinking about food and wanting to leave because Albert has been play the Wii theme for fifteen minutes now. His instrument probably also has some nasty shit stuck in it because he eats before and during rehearsal. Gross.

Smalls: Piccolo player for marching band, flute/piccolo player for concert band and plays the electric/upright bass for jazz band (idk why, it just feels right) The upright bass is like twice the size of them but man can they pluck out those bass rhythms. Likes to play stupidly high with their piccolo and poor Romeo and Buttons who sit next to them are just wincing every rehearsal and come out of it deaf from the shrillness.

Sniper: Trombone player. Completes the unholy trio that is the chaotic trombones. Probably going to give Henry a migraine at some point, they are the type of trombone player to try to balance their instrument on their head (if you know what I’m talking about). Knows all the harmonies to the memes Albert and Elmer play just to piss everyone off a little more.

Spot: Drum major for Brooklyn, no questions asked. Do you see the way he cuts off the Newsies at the rally drum major style???

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MK Breaking his 1x01 Seal (I am insane)

Soooooooooooooo *twirls my hair and kicks my legs*.

I made this post like, a day ago, about a theory where the seal Wukong places on MK in 1x01 was broken in 4x07. The more I've been thinking about it, the more I think it might actually be the case, so here's a more in-depth post on it!

Let's start off with looking at how powerful MK starts off in 1x00 "A Hero is Born".

He's zipping around, he's punching the Demon Bull King with incredible force, and his final blow to DBK shifts the planets and cracks the earth:

This use of power is clearly uncontrolled. MK pretty much levels a good portion of megapolis, and in the next episode 1x01 Bad Weather, he needs a seal to be placed on his powers in order to function.

Now, we don't ever see MK that powerful again, not until after this moment in 4x07:

Between this and Sun Wukong's 1x09 comment when MK uses the staff to further destroy the mural—"Look kid, using that much power, your body can't handle it."—I'm thinking MK's seal in 1x01 also sealed away his monkey form, and that in 4x07 he broke that seal.

Bonus kinda scary MK shot:

Now, there are also these scenes in 4x13 during MK's fight with Azure:

There are a number of outer-space/world shots in this show, typically used at climactic points to show how overwhelming the battle is. In both 1x00 and 4x13, these shots are prompted by MK alone. The exception to this is 3x14 (and 3x11, more on that later), where everyone working together makes one giant magic circle to stop the Lady Bone Demon, engulfing the whole universe in light.

Next, we have the seals.

Now, it's very intriguing to me that these two seals are the same in design. The Chinese characters on both of course mean "seal", but the rim around them is also the exact same. It's a very interesting design choice, and something that could have easily been avoided had the intention been to not draw a connection between the flower fruit mountain seal and MK's seal.

(It could be that they wanted to keep Monkey King's seals consistent, however this is what the waterfall seal looks like in 1x00 and 2x01: )

(These are different, meaning the LMK team explicitly chose the seals from 1x01, 4x01, and "The Emperors Wrath" special to look the same.)

Here's what especially get's me: this same seal is used to seal away both MK's powers, and to seal away the powers of the Jade Emperor.

Mei with the Samadhi fire and Azure Lion with the Jade Emperor's power had both characters acting as containers for their world ending power source (here's that pesky 3x11 outer-space shot I mentioned):

Mei: "You mean—if I lost my cool on any of the million training exercises we've been doing, there was a chance I could have exploded and destroyed the whole universe?" Red Son: "Yes, that could have happened, but it didn't. My guess is that somehow your dragon ancestry has protected you. And if your strong enough to contain the samadhi fire, your strong enough to use it."

(3x11 This Imperfect World) (Gonna be real I don't think it was Mei's dragon ancestry that protected her, I think it was MK, but that's a theory for another time lol)

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However Azure, unlike Mei, fails as a container. He fails to control his power, almost destroying the whole universe and sacrificing his life to stitch the world back together.

You know who ALSO doesn't control his power at the cost of others?

MK, even if it is on a much smaller scale, loses control of his powers in 1x01:

And, he loses control of them so much so that he needs to put that same specific seal on his powers until he can learn to control them better.

And well, the moment that seal comes off? We get this:

MK grappling to control his powers and a shot of him in a crater. Interesting!

And so, now that MK's seal has broken (assuming any of this theory is correct lol), I think he's going to struggle to be a container for his own powers. He was already frighteningly explosive against Azure, causing irreparable damage to flower fruit mountain and literally splitting it in half:

He also happens to look like this before entering his monkey form:

If that doesn't look like "struggling to contain his own powers", I don't know what does!

[heavensickness]

he's soooooooooooooo pretty btw

[umemiyan]

do you think he knows that he’s SOOOOOOOoOOOooO pretty ??

[andytr-dream]

Hi it's me again!!

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So if we go with the theory that lilia dreams is not 100% memory like we suspect because of the time inconsistency and some things that he wouldn't obviously know ( because he wasn't there).

Like a normal dream ( a dream sometimes or most times is.compose.by elements that are from our memory that the brain re-arranges in weird ways and other are fabrocations or filling the gap of imagination juice of your brain creation)

And we also go with the theory that he actually never saw the knight of dawn face ( maybe just Leah Silvers mom because of the ring and his unique magic, but that can also apply with any other object, so there might be a possibility that he could actually somehow also could have seen the face of dawn, but .... anyway that's not the theory of today) and that's why he has Silver face like carbon copy ( I made my rant already don't make start again I am mad ) because he imagines that's how he would look, Silver being his son and only reference ( ..... even though he saw like I said his mom soooooooooooooo???? But whatever I guess )

The THINGG is , and I want to clarify, the rute i want to go is not angs rute in this post ( that is implied because you know Yada Yada the face of the person that killed my loved one Yada Yada is the fave of my son yada yad pushshshshsh bhaa) NAH not going that rute shit twisted already has enough angst.

THE THINGG IS that he did hear rumors of the night of dawn or might have heard rumors of him .....

So He knows that the knight of that must be beautiful and blessed human a really dashing and handsome one like shit really pretty ........

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SO WHO DOES THIS MOTHER GRANDPA FATHER SIMP CONSIDER TO BE o so beautiful that he just put a face on it EVEN THOUGHT HE NEVER SAW HIS FACE BUT CONSIDER THAT FITS ALL DOES CRITERIA

THATS RIGHT

HIS MOTHER FU*#&$£IK SON

To him his son unconsciously or consciously is the most beautifully and blessed human that earth has, pretty, handsome literally blessed with beauty he just put him there like he was like " a yes mi SON FACE IS JUST THAT YOU DESCRIBE PERFECTION" his og dad was said to be beautifully...... that mean it's a carbon copy of MY BEUTIFFULLL SON

LIKE WHTA THE ...£#*$

..... IAM DONE WITH THIS FATHER SIMP COME ON, I EVEN BET MALLEUS HAD A HAND ON THIS

like omgg lilia just tell him you love him and is your baby son like LIKE !?!?!?!?!?

You don't need too gush about him in your dream just tell him like...... really ... in front of my salad ( in al honestly is hilarious to think this is like lilia just prasing silver beauty like in dream 😅)

This is me hoping THIS is the reson that Silver og dad.had such a lazy design PLEASE PLEASE LET IT BE JUST A SIMPING DAD AND BIG BROTHER MALLEUS THAT WANTED THEIR BABY TO BE THE PRETTIEST GIRL.OF THE WORLD.

[writingkitten]

He is sooooooo pretty like soooooooooooooo pretty