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[skz-streamer]

Teddy Bear

Simptober Small Things You Do M-list

Pairing: Jeongin (skz) x fem!reader

Genre: Flufffffff

Warnings: mentions of being lost?

Notes: Its short ik :( but I hope its still cuteee GET READY FOR REMINDERS TMRWWWWW

-please read responsibly, and remember that this work is fiction and meant strictly for imaginative fun. the idols used in fics are more accurately faceclaims and personality outlines for imaginary characters, and should not be interpreted as factual representations of existing people

Word count - 367;)

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The amusement park was bustling with excitement and laughter as people from all around gathered to enjoy the various attractions and rides. You and Jeongin had decided to spend a day at the big convention that was taking place at the park, indulging in some couple-y activities and making the most of your time together.

As you strolled through the park, the dart stand caught your eye. The line was long, and the crowd seemed to be vying for those coveted plushies as prizes. You couldn't resist the urge and turned to Jeongin with a hopeful smile, saying, "Innie, can we try to win one of those plushies?"

His eyes sparkled with affection as he looked at you, his voice filled with enthusiasm as he replied, "Of course! Anything for you."

You both stood in line, eagerly waiting for your turn. However, as fate would have it, you needed to use the restroom. You told Jeongin about it in passing, and he nodded, assuring you that he would save your spot.

After you used the bathroom, you made your way back to the dart stand, you were greeted with a sight that filled you with a mix of panic and curiosity. The crowd had grown larger, and you couldn't spot Jeongin anywhere. You called out his name a few times, but the noise of the crowd swallowed your voice.

With a hint of desperation, you decided to call him on your phone, hoping he'd pick up. "Innie! Where are you?" you asked, your voice laced with worry.

His voice came through the phone, "Turn around!"

You spun around on your heels, and there he was, holding those iconic large teddy bears, a mischievous grin on his face. Relief washed over you as you rushed into his arms, hugging him tightly. "Thank goodness you're here!"

He chuckled, handing you one of the teddy bears, and you kissed him on the cheek, expressing your gratitude in dialogue. "Thank you, Innie."

He beamed at you, his affection evident as he said, "I love you, baby."

You returned his affectionate words with a soft smile, replying, "I love you more."

Jeongin couldn't resist a playful challenge. "No, I love you more."

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[retquits]

hi Ret!! I hope you're having a good day! I wanted to ask if you allow people to use your art as icons (with credit of course!), like on discord?? If not, it's okay! Thank you ^^/

thank you for asking!!

yes - as long as it's with credit, that's totally okay (❁´◡`❁)💛

[porterdavis]

Quote of the Day

This is a momentous decision, just to hear this case. There was no reason in this world for the Supreme Court to take this case. Under the constitutional laws of the United States, there has never been an argument that a former president is immune from prosecution for crimes that he committed while in office.

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(Judge Luttig is an icon of the conservative judicial world)

[writingforstraykids]

My beloved cutie mooties🥺🖤

(edited 12.05.24)

🖤@atinyniki🖤

Niki, my beautiful sunshine, I'm so grateful to have you through thick and thin. I'm still convinced you're cute and idc whether you accept that or not. I love talking to you and you're one of the kindest people I know (unless you yell at me you meanie...joking obviously, chill guys😂🖤) I'll always be there for you...also pls stop spending so much money on me cutie😭 Keep shining sunny bunny...love you, pretty girl🖤

🖤@zehina🖤

my beloved (not so silent anymore) bestie, i love our shared European confusion and confusing the others together in return. you're such a cute little kitty and we all know u love being called cute so...you're very cute, deal with it🤭I love our shared stupidity whenever we talk about the boys and seriously, every time you send me your part for the rambles I'd drop to my knees and pay for it bc holy shit. I'll always be there if you need me, keep fighting lovey. love you unnie🖤

🖤@galaxycatdrawz🖤

azzy, I'm so proud of slowly pulling you a little from the shadows you were hiding in😂 also...idk how I managed to do so, but I'm still laughing about achieving most of your tumblr milestones😭 i love sharing requests with you, working out ideas or simply do as you said and write what my brain couldn't figure out. thank you for always being there for me and sharing your brilliant brain with me, co-writer🤭 also it's such a bummer we live so far away bc after what we talked about so far I know you'd be the best cuddle buddy🥺 love you azzy my cutest little thing🖤

🖤@jinnie-ret 🖤

jinnie my dear, even though we haven't talked that much so far, I always love it when we get the chance🤭 can't wait to get to know you better as well and I'm already so excited for that fic👀looveeee your writing sm🖤

🖤@sona1800🖤

you're my newest mootie and I love you so much already it's ridiculous (niki can confirm that🥹) you're always so sweet and you literally outshine every fic with your loving reblogs and comments (I'm just too speechless to answer properly, I really love them🥺) so yeah, that's why you got the tag "the cutest" 🤭🖤

🖤@silverstarburst🖤

Ash. my dear, we don't have that much time to talk usually because you're either working or I'm asleep (a rarity but still). Nevertheless, you have a special place in my heart by now and I'm thankful for your presence in my life. I know who to text if I need someone to kick ass. Your reblogs make me smile like some idiot every time, thank you so much for appreciating my lil dummy ideas so much. love you mama wolf🖤

🖤@slutforchanlix🖤

Miu, babyy, I've made you cry way too often with stuff like this—my bad. I know it's not always easy, but you're one of the kindest people I know, and I love that I have someone with whom I can talk in my native language for once. You're a sweetheart and thank you for always being there for me. I still plan to meet you one day hehe. Long story short, you're amazing, don't let anyone else try to make you believe anything less than that. Bin immer für dich da🖤

🖤@michelle4eve🖤

heyy mimi, we haven't talked much so far...sometimes accidentally when you mistook my icon for niki's I hope that's easier now😂😉 you seem like such a kind soul and I hope we'll get closer over time (no rush dear!) I'm happy over each of your reblogs, especially after you told us you're too shy to do so sometimes. I really appreciate it, you cutie🖤

🖤@chrizzztopherbang🖤

I always loved seeing you pop up in my notifications with your sweet comments. I already think you're a sweetheart, I know we haven't talked that much yet. Still, I loved prereading your fics and getting a glimpse into your genius brain. Don't give up writing as long as you have fun with it, because you're truly amazing at it🖤

🖤@wolfyychan🖤

You've been around on my prior blog already and still my stupid brain didn't realize you've changed usernames for so long😭😂 I always look forward to your excited comments and reblogs, they're truly a boost of motiviation ngl. Hope to have you around for a long time🤭🖤

🖤@james-is-here🖤

Your excitement for that Minchan series made me think about writing bonus chapters for the first time in months. I really love seeing how you get so invested in some of the stories, which makes me want to do better hehe. Also...omg...I'm still thinking about that one fic you wrote a while ago🫠 I'm excited to see what's next and hope we'll get the chance to maybe talk some more🖤

🖤@queer-possum🖤

Without giving away too much, your brain is amazing. I love your requests so much and you're always so kind when I get back to you to make sure I get everything right. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to write about certain topics and stuff I haven't so far🖤

🖤@chanandminhoenthusiast🖤

love, love, loveee your blog (for obvious inspirational reasons😉) you seemed like a very sweet soul whenever we talked before and I'll always be there if you need someone to talk, even about the most random bullshit😂🖤

🖤@palindrome969🖤

You're such a lovely person, I can't even put it into words properly. Your writing is beautiful and I'm still in love with that stargazing fic with Channie😭 always love talking to you and seeing your comments🖤

🖤@5starluvr🖤

I've told you so before, I wanna kiss your brain so bad sometimes. The stuff you come up with for me to write is brilliant. I can't wait to finish more of your requests and share ideas as soon as possible! Love you hehe🖤

🖤@mellhwang🖤

Heyy sweetie, I love seeing you in my notes and I swear I'll get that Minchan x Hyunjin thing done for you!! Thank you for all the love, dear🖤

🖤@lost-in-avoidance🖤

The amount of times I made you choke back tears at work is...concerning and I'm so sorry, I don't do it on purpose, I swear😭😂 your reblogs are always so genuine and make me feel like I did exactly what I wanted to with the fic in question. I appreciate your words so much, thank you!

[cynic-spirit]

Orchid Garden i

Fluff, excessively long

john wick x you

John Wick, born Jardani Jovonovich, stands as an icon in the clandestine world of professional assassins. His career, marked by a relentless string of high-profile eliminations, has earned him the moniker Baba Yaga, the Boogeyman. Known for his lethal precision, impeccable skill, and unwavering determination, John's name evokes both fear and respect across the international criminal underworld.

His demeanor is that of a man molded by necessity and survival. Stoic and serious, John rarely wastes words, letting his actions speak volumes. His few utterances are marked by a strong sense of obligation and commitment to his tasks, reflecting an unshakeable confidence in his abilities. Among his peers and adversaries, John’s reputation is unparalleled; many criminal organizations and assassins regard him with a mixture of awe and trepidation.

In combat, John is a force of nature, methodical and ruthless. His lethal efficiency is matched only by his focus, a trait that has allowed him to survive countless deadly encounters. Despite the violence that defines his existence, there is an underlying code he adheres to, a set of principles that govern his actions. This code, along with his formidable skills, has cemented his status as a legendary figure within the shadowy echelons of the criminal world.

John Wick found himself in a precarious situation, navigating the thin line between his alleged retirement and the ongoing suspicion from those who doubted his departure from the assassin’s life. Despite his claims of having hung up his guns for good, whispers of his continued involvement in clandestine operations persisted, threatening to drag him back into the dark abyss he sought to leave behind.

To dispel these suspicions and convince his skeptics that he was indeed living a normal life, John knew he had to create an illusion of domestic bliss. Having meticulously cultivated the image of a reformed man who indulged in mundane activities like gardening and dog training, it was now imperative to take the final, crucial step: he needed to present himself as a family man.

Yn, a linguistics professor on a work visa, found herself in a dire predicament. With her visa nearing its expiration, the prospect of returning to her homeland filled her with dread. Back home, her family had arranged for her to be married off for financial gain, a fate she was desperate to avoid. Determined to find a way to stay and continue her career, she turned to Winston, an old friend and mentor, for help.

Winston, ever resourceful and always willing to help those in need, suggested a solution that was both unconventional and risky. He proposed that she marry John Wick, on paper, to secure her legal status in the country. While it seemed like an extreme measure, it was the only viable option to prevent her from being forced into an unwanted marriage and to allow her to continue her work.

John Wick, despite his fearsome reputation, had always maintained a sense of loyalty and duty to those he considered friends. When Winston approached him with the proposition, John recognized the gravity of Yn's situation. Although initially hesitant, he agreed to the arrangement, understanding the importance of offering her a way out.

Yn and John met at Winston's bar, The Continental, to discuss the terms of their agreement. The contrast between them was stark: Yn, with her academic background and warm demeanor, and John, the stoic and feared assassin. Despite their differences, they found common ground in their shared need for survival and a desire to help one another.

The marriage was to be purely a formality, a legal arrangement to ensure Yn could stay in the country. They agreed to move in together, presenting a facade of a married couple while allowing Yn to continue her work at the university. For John, it was another layer of his carefully constructed normal life, further dispelling any lingering suspicions about his retirement from the assassin's world.

The transition was not without its challenges. Yn had to adapt to John's silent, disciplined lifestyle, while John had to make room for Yn's academic materials and her penchant for late-night reading and grading papers. Their coexistence was marked by a mutual respect and an unspoken understanding of the stakes involved.

Living under one roof, Yn gradually began to see beyond John's formidable exterior. She noticed the subtle ways he cared for his beloved dog, the quiet moments of reflection he often spent in his garden, and the meticulous nature with which he maintained his home. In return, John found himself appreciating Yn's dedication to her students and her passion for linguistics, a world so different from his own.

The charade required them to occasionally attend social events together, posing as a couple. Yn's warmth and John's silent strength created a convincing portrayal of a married life. Neighbors and acquaintances saw them as an unusual but genuine couple, further solidifying the illusion necessary for their mutual benefit.

Yn was unaware of the true nature of John Wick's past and present. The stoic and reserved assassin maintained an air of mystery, speaking to her only when necessary and keeping their interactions strictly minimal. This suited Yn just fine; she was a naturally reserved woman herself, content to focus on her work as a college professor without prying into John's affairs.

Their shared home was a quiet one. John would often disappear for hours, sometimes days, leaving Yn to her own devices. She spent her time preparing lectures, grading papers, and conducting research. The library became her sanctuary, a place where she could immerse herself in her academic pursuits and find solace in the familiar world of books and learning.

When John was home, their conversations were brief and functional, typically limited to household matters or essential communication. Yn appreciated his respect for her space and his lack of intrusion into her personal life. In turn, she reciprocated by not pressing him for details about his own comings and goings, understanding that some things were better left unspoken.

Despite the minimal interaction, there was an unspoken understanding between them. John ensured that Yn had everything she needed, from groceries to household repairs, maintaining a well-organized and efficient household. In return, Yn made sure to keep to her routine, respecting John's need for silence and privacy.

Occasionally, their paths would cross in the kitchen or living room, and they would exchange a few words—simple pleasantries or necessary updates. Yn would sometimes find herself curious about the enigmatic man she was married to, but she knew better than to ask questions. John's reticence spoke volumes, and she respected his boundaries.

In her classroom, Yn was in her element, engaging with her students and sharing her passion for linguistics. She found joy in teaching, her interactions with students providing a stark contrast to the silent companionship she shared with John at home. Her colleagues often remarked on her dedication and the warmth she brought to her lectures, unaware of the complex and unusual situation that awaited her each day when she returned home.

John, on the other hand, continued to navigate his dual existence. He kept his true activities hidden from Yn, maintaining the facade of a reformed man living a quiet life. Yet, there were moments when he found himself watching her from afar, intrigued by her quiet strength and dedication to her work. He admired her resilience and the way she managed to create a sense of normalcy in their shared space.

Over time, a mutual respect developed between them. Though their marriage was born out of necessity, they found a certain rhythm in their coexistence. Yn's presence provided John with a semblance of normal life, a reminder of what he had lost and what he was trying to protect. For Yn, John represented a shield against the unwanted fate that awaited her in her homeland, giving her the freedom to continue her academic pursuits.

Their lives, though intertwined, remained distinctly separate. Yn never questioned John's silences, and John never intruded on Yn's routines. In their own way, they found a balance, each finding solace in the other's presence without demanding more than the other could give.

As the days turned into months, the unusual arrangement became their new normal. Both Yn and John continued to navigate their separate worlds, bound by an unspoken agreement and a shared understanding. In their quiet, reserved companionship, they discovered a unique partnership, one that allowed them to exist peacefully within the boundaries they had set for themselves.

John, the ever-observant assassin, found himself increasingly drawn to Yn. Initially, their arrangement had been a matter of convenience, a means to an end for both of them. Yet, over time, John's keen eyes began to notice the finer details of Yn's presence and behavior.

Yn was undeniably beautiful, her quiet grace and natural elegance a stark contrast to the violence and chaos that had defined John's life for so long. She was hardworking, dedicated to her role as a professor, and never once complained about their unconventional living arrangement. Her intelligence shone through in the way she approached her work, and her kindness and gentleness were evident in her interactions with others.

As days turned into weeks, John found himself paying closer attention to Yn. He noticed how she hummed softly while preparing her lectures or cooking dinner, a melody that brought a rare sense of tranquility to their home. Her habits, once merely background noise, became points of fascination for him.

John observed how Yn meticulously organized her workspace, her books and papers always in perfect order. He saw the way she cared for her students, often spending late nights grading papers and preparing detailed feedback to help them improve. There was a quiet strength in her, a resilience that John couldn't help but admire.

One evening, as Yn sat at the dining table deep in thought, John noticed the way she puckered her lips, a subtle gesture that she made when lost in her work. It was a small, endearing habit that brought a faint smile to his usually stoic face. He began to look for it, finding a strange comfort in the familiar motion.

Despite his growing awareness of Yn, John maintained his distance, unsure of how to navigate these unfamiliar feelings. He was a man accustomed to solitude, his emotions carefully guarded behind a wall of stoicism. Yet, Yn's presence had a way of chipping away at that wall, revealing cracks he hadn't known existed.

John's protective instincts began to extend beyond mere necessity. He found himself ensuring that Yn had everything she needed, going out of his way to make her life easier. He fixed things around the house before she even had a chance to notice they were broken, stocked the pantry with her favorite foods, and made sure her space was always comfortable and welcoming.

Yn, for her part, remained oblivious to the depth of John's attention. She appreciated his quiet support and the stability he provided, but she was content to respect his boundaries and maintain the peaceful coexistence they had established.

As John continued to observe Yn, he began to wonder what it might be like to let her in, to share more than just the superficial aspects of his life. He knew it was a dangerous thought, one that could complicate their already delicate situation. Yet, the more he watched her, the more he found himself yearning for a connection that went beyond their pragmatic arrangement.

In the quiet moments of their shared life, John started to see a future he had never dared to imagine. It was a future where he could find peace, where he could leave behind the shadows of his past and build something real with Yn. But for now, he kept these thoughts to himself, content to watch and admire her from a distance, his respect and affection for her growing with each passing day.

As the days passed, John noticed more changes around his home, subtle yet undeniable signs of Yn's presence. The lawn behind his house, once a simple patch of grass, had transformed into a vibrant garden. Flowers of various colors and types began to bloom, adding a touch of beauty and life to the otherwise stark landscape. It was Yn's doing, her quiet way of leaving a mark on her surroundings.

John found himself drawn to the garden more often. He observed how Yn tended to the plants with care and patience, her hands deftly working the soil and nurturing the flowers. Orchids, he noticed, were her favorite. Their delicate petals and intricate patterns fascinated her, and she took great pride in cultivating them.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, John stood at the edge of the garden, watching Yn as she carefully watered the orchids. She hummed a soft tune, lost in the simple pleasure of tending to her plants. The sight was strangely soothing, a stark contrast to the chaos that usually defined John's life.

Yn looked up, catching John's gaze. She offered him a small, warm smile, her eyes reflecting the peace she found in the garden. "I hope you don't mind," she said softly. "I've always loved gardening. It helps me relax."

John shook his head, a rare hint of a smile touching his lips. "I don't mind," he replied. "It's nice."

They stood there for a moment, the silence between them comfortable and unforced. Yn returned to her work, and John lingered a while longer, the sight of her among the flowers a welcome respite from his usual concerns.

As the weeks went by, John began to help Yn in the garden. At first, his assistance was practical—carrying bags of soil, setting up irrigation, and fixing any broken tools. But gradually, he found himself enjoying the process. The repetitive tasks, the feel of the earth in his hands, and the quiet companionship with Yn provided a sense of calm he hadn't experienced in years.

Yn taught him about the different plants, her passion and knowledge evident in every word. She showed him how to care for the orchids, explaining their needs and the delicate balance required to keep them healthy. John listened intently, appreciating the way Yn's eyes lit up when she talked about her favorite flowers.

In the garden, they found a shared space where words were unnecessary. Their actions spoke volumes—John's careful tending to the plants, Yn's appreciative smiles, and the silent understanding that grew between them. The garden became a sanctuary for both of them, a place where they could escape from their respective worries and find a semblance of peace.

John's feelings for Yn continued to deepen. He admired her resilience, her dedication to her work, and the gentle kindness she showed in everything she did. The garden, once a mere patch of grass, had become a symbol of their evolving relationship, a testament to the quiet bond forming between them.

Though John still kept many of his thoughts and feelings to himself, he knew that Yn had become an important part of his life. She brought a sense of normalcy and beauty that he had long believed was out of reach. In the midst of their unusual arrangement, John found himself longing for more than just a façade of domestic life. He yearned for a genuine connection, one that he hoped could eventually blossom, much like the orchids Yn so lovingly tended.

Deep down, John constantly reminded himself that his marriage to Yn was purely a practical arrangement. The terms were clear: they were doing this to secure Yn's stay in the country and to help John maintain the façade of a normal life. Yet, as he found himself increasingly captivated by her presence, he struggled to maintain the emotional distance he had initially intended.

He often found himself in quiet reflection, convincing himself that this was a means to an end, not an emotional entanglement. Every time he felt a flicker of affection or noticed a new, endearing trait of Yn's, he would firmly remind himself of their original agreement. She was married to him only on paper, and their lives were intertwined solely out of necessity.

Still, it was becoming harder to ignore his growing feelings. Yn's presence brought a warmth and tranquility to his life that he hadn't experienced in years. Her gentle humming as she worked in the garden, her quiet dedication to her students, and the way she cared for the orchids—all these small, seemingly insignificant moments had begun to weave themselves into the fabric of his daily existence.

John's internal conflict became more pronounced with each passing day. He told himself that his actions—helping Yn with her garden, ensuring her comfort, and observing her habits—were merely to keep up appearances. But deep down, he knew the truth. He was falling in love with her, despite all his efforts to remain detached.

One evening, as John watched Yn from the kitchen window, tending to her beloved orchids, he felt a pang of something he hadn't allowed himself to feel in a long time: longing. He wanted to be more than just her husband on paper. He wanted to share more than just a practical arrangement.

Yet, the remnants of his old life and the shadows of his violent past held him back. He feared that allowing himself to fully embrace these feelings would put Yn in danger. His world was one of darkness and danger, a stark contrast to the light and peace Yn brought into his life.

As Yn turned and caught his gaze through the window, she smiled warmly at him, and John felt his resolve waver. He managed a small smile in return, but his mind was in turmoil. Could he ever truly allow himself to love her without putting her at risk? Could they ever have a real future together?

The practical side of him insisted that keeping their relationship strictly business was the safest option for both of them. But the part of him that had begun to hope for something more yearned to break free from the constraints of their agreement.

John knew he had to make a choice. He could continue to maintain the façade, keeping his feelings hidden and convincing himself that this was just a practical arrangement. Or he could take the risk, open his heart to Yn, and hope that together, they could navigate the complexities of his past and find a way to build a real future.

John knew, deep in his heart, that he had fallen in love with Yn. Despite his attempts to maintain the practical facade of their marriage, his feelings for her had grown undeniable. Yet, the world's deadliest assassin found himself grappling with an unfamiliar emotion: vulnerability.

Expressing his love was a daunting prospect. John had faced countless adversaries and navigated perilous situations, but the thought of confessing his feelings to Yn left him paralyzed with nerves. He had always been a man of action, preferring to let his deeds speak for him. The idea of putting his emotions into words was something he found profoundly unsettling.

So, for the time being, John kept his feelings to himself. He continued to observe Yn with a mixture of admiration and longing, finding solace in the quiet moments they shared. He marveled at her grace, her dedication, and the warmth she brought into his life. Each day, his love for her grew stronger, yet he remained silent, unable to summon the courage to express it.

John's internal struggle was a silent battle. He feared that revealing his true feelings might disrupt the delicate balance they had established or, worse, put Yn in danger. His past was a constant shadow, and he worried that involving her in his emotional world could jeopardize her safety.

Despite his reservations, he showed his affection in subtler ways. He made sure Yn's favorite flowers were always blooming in the garden, took care of household tasks without her needing to ask, and provided support in ways that demonstrated his deep respect and care. His actions spoke volumes, even if his words remained unspoken.

Yn, for her part, continued with her life, unaware of the depth of John's feelings. She appreciated the stability and support he provided and valued their quiet companionship. She sensed that something had changed, but she respected John's reticence and focused on her work and her garden.

John's love for Yn remained a guarded secret, a powerful force that shaped his actions and decisions. He knew that someday, he would need to find the courage to speak his heart. For now, though, he settled into the role of a silent admirer, hoping that, in time, the right moment would present itself for him to reveal the truth and, perhaps, find a way to build a future together.

John's love for Yn grew into a silent expression of care that manifested in the smallest, yet most meaningful ways. Without ever voicing his feelings, he began to make thoughtful changes around their home to enhance her comfort and happiness.

He noticed the clothes she wore and began subtly updating her wardrobe. New dresses, elegant heels, and cozy sweaters began appearing in her closet, each item chosen with careful consideration. John ensured that her favorite snacks and treats were always stocked in the kitchen, anticipating her cravings before she even mentioned them.

John's meticulous nature extended to every detail. He observed that Yn used a particular pen for her work, and without her noticing, he refilled it with her favorite ink, ensuring it was always ready for her next project. He took care of household chores, fixed things around the house, and made sure everything was in order before Yn even realized there was an issue.

Yn, absorbed in her own world and focused on her work and garden, often didn't notice the extent of John's gestures. She saw them as acts of kindness and graciousness, a sign of his respect and consideration. To her, John was a quiet, supportive presence who seemed to take care of her needs without fanfare or expectation.

She occasionally marveled at the little things—like the perfectly stocked pantry or the fresh clothes that seemed to appear just when she needed them—but she attributed them to John's generous nature. She appreciated the effort he put into making their living arrangement comfortable, never suspecting that these gestures were born from a deeper affection.

John's actions were his way of expressing the love he couldn't yet verbalize. Each thoughtful detail, from the clothes to the ink in her pen, was a reflection of his feelings. It was his way of showing that he cared, even when words failed him.

The small, consistent acts of kindness became a quiet testament to his affection. While Yn remained unaware of the full extent of John's feelings, she sensed that their arrangement was more than just a practical necessity. John's gestures spoke of a deeper connection, one that was expressed not through words but through the meticulous care he took in ensuring her happiness.

In this delicate dance of unspoken love and silent support, John found a bittersweet solace. He hoped that one day he would find the courage to reveal his heart, but for now, he was content to show his love through the everyday acts of kindness that filled their home with a gentle warmth and unspoken understanding.

Yn remained blissfully unaware of the profound impact she was having on John. Wrapped up in her own world of academia and gardening, she focused on her work, her students, and the small joys she found in tending to her plants. The subtle changes John made around their home—new clothes, stocked snacks, and thoughtful details—were to her just tokens of kindness and generosity.

She saw John as a quiet, supportive presence who maintained a respectful distance. His thoughtful actions were appreciated, but she never suspected they were driven by anything beyond a genuine desire to help. To her, their arrangement was a practical one, a mutually beneficial setup that allowed her to continue her work while avoiding an unwanted fate back home.

Yn continued to immerse herself in her daily routines, grateful for the comfort and stability John provided. She enjoyed her time in the garden, where she found solace and peace. The small, considerate touches—like the pen refilled with her favorite ink or the neatly organized pantry—were seen as part of the unspoken agreement they had made, rather than indications of deeper feelings.

John’s growing affection for Yn went unnoticed. She didn’t see the subtle signs of his care or the way his actions were carefully designed to bring her happiness. To her, John’s acts of kindness were simply part of the dynamic of their unusual arrangement, a reflection of his nature rather than a signal of his emotional investment.

In her interactions with him, Yn remained courteous and appreciative but did not probe into his personal life or feelings. She respected his silence and privacy, believing it to be part of his personality. She was content with the companionship they shared and continued to focus on her work and the things that brought her joy.

John’s unspoken love, expressed through his meticulous care and attention, remained a private sentiment. Yn’s obliviousness to its depth allowed John to continue his silent devotion, navigating his feelings through actions rather than words. For now, this delicate balance maintained their peaceful coexistence, each finding solace in their shared yet unspoken understanding.

For John, Yn had become more than just a part of his life; she had become an object of profound admiration and reverence. To him, Yn was like a goddess who had appeared in his world and saved him from the darkness of his solitary existence. Her presence, though unassuming and unaware of the impact she had on him, had transformed his life in ways he had not anticipated.

John observed Yn with a kind of awe that went beyond mere affection. The way she moved with grace through their home, the calmness she brought to the garden, and the dedication she showed to her work—all of these aspects seemed almost divine to him. He saw her as a beacon of light in his otherwise shadowed life, a gentle force that counterbalanced the violence and chaos he had endured for so long.

Every gesture of hers, no matter how small, was significant to John. Her humming as she worked in the garden, the way she pored over her academic papers, and the quiet moments she spent lost in thought—all of these became sacred in his eyes. He cherished these moments, understanding them as gifts that illuminated his world.

John’s admiration was so profound that it bordered on reverence. He felt that Yn had given him a reprieve from the loneliness that had defined much of his life. Her presence was a source of solace and purpose, a reminder that there was beauty and peace even in the most unexpected places. The way she had seamlessly integrated into his life, bringing warmth and calm to a home that had previously been defined by solitude, was nothing short of miraculous to him.

In the quiet of his thoughts, John often reflected on how Yn had become his sanctuary. He viewed her not just as a partner in their practical arrangement but as a savior who had provided him with a semblance of normalcy and hope. His feelings were a mixture of deep respect, gratitude, and a love so profound that it was almost sacred.

Though he kept these emotions hidden, they influenced everything he did. His meticulous care for Yn, his thoughtful gestures, and his silent support were all manifestations of this deep-seated reverence. To John, Yn had become a goddess of sorts, embodying the salvation he had never believed he could find.

John had long ago familiarized himself with Yn's daily routine. Her days were marked by a series of predictable actions, a comforting rhythm that had become an integral part of their shared existence. Each morning, she woke early, slipping out of bed with a quiet grace that never disturbed his rest. She would make her way to the kitchen, where she brewed a pot of coffee, the rich aroma filling the house. John had observed that Yn had a particular way of sipping her coffee: a small sip, a pause to savor the flavor, and then another sip as she read through her emails or papers.

After her coffee, Yn would prepare for her day, dressing in a carefully chosen outfit, often a combination of professional attire that was both elegant and practical. She would then gather her things and head off to the college where she taught, her day filled with lectures, meetings, and grading assignments. By late afternoon, she would return home, her steps slightly wearier but her spirit undiminished.

Typically, Yn’s first stop upon returning was the kitchen, where she would make herself a light snack and another cup of coffee. She would then sit at the dining table, flipping through her notes or reading a book. Only after this quiet interlude would she venture out to her beloved garden, tending to her plants with the same meticulous care she applied to her work.

However, today was different. As soon as Yn walked through the door, John sensed a change in her demeanor. There was a tension in her posture, a subtle heaviness in her steps. Instead of her usual routine, she bypassed the kitchen entirely and headed straight for the garden.

John watched her through the window, his senses heightened by a vague unease. Yn moved among the flowers with a distracted air, her usual serenity replaced by an unfamiliar restlessness. She knelt by the orchids, her hands moving mechanically as she watered them.

Concern gnawed at John. He had come to know Yn’s habits so well that any deviation felt significant. He decided to approach her, driven by a need to understand what was troubling her.

Quietly, he stepped out into the garden, the evening air cool against his skin. He walked over to where Yn was crouched, her back to him. "Yn," he said softly, careful not to startle her. "Is everything all right?"

She stiffened slightly at his voice but did not turn to face him immediately. "It’s nothing, John. Just... nothing," she replied, her voice barely more than a whisper.

John’s instincts told him she was lying. Her tone, the way she avoided his gaze, and the unusual change in her routine all pointed to something being amiss. But he knew better than to push her. Yn was a reserved person, and pressing her for answers would only make her retreat further.

"All right," he said gently, respecting her need for space. "If you need anything, I'm here."

Yn gave a small nod, but her focus remained on the plants before her. John lingered for a moment longer, hoping she might open up, but when she didn’t, he turned and walked back to the house. Inside, he felt a growing determination to find out what was wrong. He couldn’t bear the thought of Yn being troubled and not being able to help her.

John returned to the kitchen, his mind racing. He considered all the possibilities: something at work, an issue with her visa, or perhaps a personal matter she hadn’t shared. He decided to start with what he could control. He checked the kitchen for any signs of what might be wrong, making sure everything was in order, hoping to find some clue.

Then, he moved to her study area, scanning her papers and notes for anything unusual. He found nothing out of place, but the sense of unease lingered. Finally, he went to his own study, determined to figure out what was troubling Yn.

As John sat at his desk, he realized how deeply he had come to care for her. It wasn't just about maintaining their façade anymore; it was about her well-being. He knew that whatever was bothering Yn, he would find a way to help, even if she wasn’t ready to tell him yet.

John was sitting in his study, still trying to piece together what might be troubling Yn. The quiet evening was broken by the faint sound of Yn’s voice from another room. She was talking on the phone, her tone hushed and strained. John’s finely tuned instincts as an assassin kicked in, and he found himself listening intently, picking up on every nuance of her conversation.

"...Diana, I just don’t know what to do," Yn was saying. "He's been making me so uncomfortable. I've tried to ignore it, hoping he would stop, but today... today he crossed a line."

John's grip tightened around the pen he was holding. He recognized the name Diana. Yn often spoke to her, a colleague from the college. Diana had always seemed supportive and trustworthy.

Yn continued, her voice trembling slightly. "He’s another professor. He’s been trying to flirt with me for weeks, and I’ve brushed it off, but today... he touched me. It was just a moment, but it felt so wrong. I... I didn’t know how to react. I just left as quickly as I could."

John’s heart pounded in his chest. Fury began to build inside him, a cold, controlled rage that he hadn’t felt in a long time. The idea that someone had made Yn feel unsafe, that someone had dared to touch her without her consent, was intolerable. His protective instincts flared up, and the darkness of his past, the skills he had tried to leave behind, surged to the forefront of his mind.

"...I know, Diana," Yn continued, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I don’t want to cause trouble. I just want to do my job and be left alone. I can’t afford to lose this position, especially now..."

John could hear the fear and frustration in her voice, and it only fueled his determination. This wasn’t just about protecting her from discomfort; it was about safeguarding her dignity and ensuring she felt safe in every aspect of her life.

He stood up quietly, moving closer to the door to hear more clearly. Every word she spoke cut through him like a knife, each one a stark reminder of his failure to protect her from this threat. The man who had violated Yn's personal space, who had dared to touch her, had no idea of the storm he had unleashed.

John waited until the conversation ended, listening as Yn exchanged a few more reassurances with Diana before hanging up. He could hear the weariness in her movements, the subtle sound of her feet shuffling as she probably made her way back to her study.

He knew he had to act, but he had to be careful. Yn didn’t know about his past, about what he was capable of. He couldn’t afford to scare her or reveal too much. Yet, he couldn’t let this slide. The professor who had harassed her needed to be dealt with, and John knew just how to handle it without leaving a trace.

Stepping back into the shadows, he formulated a plan. He would gather information about this professor, find out everything he could about him, and ensure that he never posed a threat to Yn again. John’s old skills, honed through years of being one of the deadliest assassins, would come into play. He would handle this with the precision and stealth that had earned him his fearsome reputation.

As he moved through the house, making sure not to alert Yn to his intentions, his mind was a whirl of controlled fury and meticulous planning. Yn was more than just a part of his life now; she was the light that had saved him from his darkest days. He would protect that light at all costs, even if it meant reverting to the shadows of his past.

The next steps were clear: he would gather intel, identify the man, and make sure he understood the consequences of his actions. John would ensure that Yn could go back to her routine, her peace undisturbed, her safety guaranteed. And he would do it all without her ever needing to know the lengths he went to protect her.

For now, he reigned in his anger, focusing instead on the task at hand. Yn had given him a reason to fight again, and he would not fail her. As he set his plan into motion, John felt the cold determination of his old self return, but this time, it was fueled by love and a desire to protect the woman who had become his everything.

John knew exactly what to do. Once Yn had fallen asleep for the night, he quietly slipped out of the house, his steps silent and purposeful. The moonlight cast shadows that danced across the yard, but John moved with the confidence of a man who had navigated darkness his entire life.

Finding the professor wasn’t difficult. John had already done his research, using his old network of contacts to gather information. The man’s name, address, and routine were all laid out before him like pieces on a chessboard. John moved swiftly, his mind focused and cold, his heart burning with the need to protect Yn.

He arrived at the professor’s house, a modest two-story building in a quiet neighborhood. The street was deserted, the only sounds the rustling of leaves and the distant hum of traffic. John approached the house with the stealth of a predator, his movements fluid and silent. He picked the lock with ease, slipping inside without a sound.

The interior was dark, but John’s eyes quickly adjusted. He moved through the rooms like a shadow, his senses alert. He found the professor in the study, slumped over a desk littered with papers and empty coffee cups. The man looked up, startled, but before he could react, John was upon him.

John’s hand clamped over the professor’s mouth, silencing any cry for help. His other hand pressed a blade to the man’s throat, the cold metal a deadly promise. The professor’s eyes widened in terror, his body trembling beneath John’s iron grip.

“Listen carefully,” John whispered, his voice a low growl. “You’re going to resign from your position at the college. You’re going to disappear, and you’re never going to come near Yn again. Do you understand?”

The professor nodded frantically, his eyes pleading. John’s grip tightened, the blade pressing harder against the man’s skin. “If I ever hear that you’ve bothered her again, I’ll find you. And next time, there won’t be a warning.”

With that, John released him, stepping back and watching as the professor gasped for breath, his hands shaking. John’s presence was a looming threat, a silent reminder of the consequences of his actions. The professor quickly began to pack his things, his movements frantic and disorganized.

John stood there, a dark sentinel, ensuring that the man followed his instructions. Once he was satisfied that the professor understood the gravity of the situation, he turned and left as silently as he had arrived. He walked back to his car, the night air cool against his skin, his mind already shifting back to Yn.

By the time John returned home, the first light of dawn was beginning to creep over the horizon. He slipped back into the house, making sure everything was as he had left it. Yn was still asleep, her breathing steady and calm. John felt a sense of relief wash over him, knowing that she was safe.

The next day at the college, Yn went about her routine, unaware of the events that had transpired. She noticed the absence of the professor, hearing whispers among the staff about his sudden resignation. It was a mystery to them, but to John, it was a mission accomplished.

The man was never heard from again. John’s actions ensured that Yn’s peace was restored, her safety guaranteed. She continued with her life, oblivious to the lengths John had gone to protect her. To her, he remained the quiet, supportive presence she had come to rely on.

John, for his part, returned to their home, his heart filled with a fierce protectiveness. He knew that his love for Yn had driven him to act, and he would continue to do whatever it took to keep her safe. In the quiet of their home, he found solace in knowing that she was free from harm, and he vowed to remain her silent guardian, watching over her with a love that was as deep as it was unspoken.

n was perplexed by the sudden disappearance of the professor who had been making her life difficult. She had confided in Diana, hoping for some advice, but never expected such a swift and definitive resolution. The news of his abrupt resignation spread through the college like wildfire, leaving everyone baffled. Yn couldn’t fathom what had happened. She had never mentioned the harassment to anyone but Diana, and now the man was gone without a trace.

In her mind, there was no logical explanation. She couldn’t even begin to imagine the connection between John and the professor’s sudden departure. John Wick, to her, was just a man who had offered her a lifeline in a foreign country. Their marriage, though on paper, was a practical arrangement—one that allowed her to stay and continue her work, and perhaps helped him maintain appearances for his investors.

From her perspective, John was reserved and kind, but distant. He didn’t talk much, rarely engaging in conversations beyond the necessary pleasantries. He was meticulous in his habits, and while he often showed small acts of consideration, like ensuring her favorite snacks were stocked or fixing her ink pen, these gestures seemed to be part of his orderly nature rather than indications of deeper feelings.

Yn continued her daily routine, grateful for the newfound peace at work but troubled by the mystery of the professor’s resignation. She wondered if it was a coincidence or if perhaps Diana had somehow intervened. But even Diana seemed surprised by the abruptness of the man’s departure.

One evening, as Yn sat in the garden, tending to her beloved orchids, she found herself lost in thought. The garden had become her sanctuary, a place where she could reflect and find solace. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers, and the gentle rustling of leaves provided a soothing background melody.

John watched her from the kitchen window, his heart aching with unspoken emotions. He could see the questions in her eyes, the lingering confusion. He wished he could tell her everything, explain how he had protected her, but he knew it would only complicate their delicate arrangement. He feared revealing his true nature, the darkness that lurked beneath his calm exterior. Instead, he chose to remain silent, hoping that his actions had spoken loud enough.

As Yn watered the orchids, she tried to push her doubts aside. She reminded herself that John had been nothing but kind and respectful towards her. He had never pried into her personal life, never made her feel uncomfortable. In fact, his quiet presence had been a source of stability. She felt a growing sense of gratitude towards him, though she couldn’t fully understand the depth of his care.

That night, as they sat together at the dinner table, the silence between them was comfortable, yet charged with unspoken thoughts. John observed Yn with his usual attentiveness, noticing the slight furrow in her brow, the way she absentmindedly twirled her fork. He knew she was still puzzling over the professor’s resignation.

“Yn,” he said softly, breaking the silence. “Is everything all right?”

She looked up, startled by his sudden question. “Yes, John. Everything is fine,” she replied, forcing a small smile. “Just... a lot on my mind, I suppose.”

He nodded, his expression unreadable. “If there’s anything you need, you can always tell me.”

Yn felt a warmth spread through her at his words. Despite the distance between them, she realized that John genuinely cared for her well-being. “Thank you, John. I appreciate it.”

After dinner, as she prepared for bed, Yn’s mind wandered back to the mystery of the professor. She couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to the story, but without any evidence, she had no choice but to accept the situation as it was.

John lay awake long after Yn had fallen asleep, his mind racing. He replayed the events of the previous night in his head, the adrenaline still coursing through his veins. He had acted out of love, a fierce need to protect Yn from any harm. Yet, he knew that his actions would remain hidden, a secret he would carry alone.

In the quiet darkness of their home, John made a silent vow to continue protecting Yn, to be her guardian from the shadows. He would do whatever it took to ensure her safety and happiness, even if it meant keeping his true self concealed. For now, that was enough. Knowing that she was safe and at peace, John allowed himself to drift into a restless sleep, his dreams filled with the image of Yn’s gentle smile.

Part 2

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My Moots As Songs

nobody asked me to do this but I just think it’s so adorable and I keep seeing other ppl getting asks to do this so my turn ig

@tadashisdisaster - Count On Me (Bruno Mars)

@kailee08 - Sofia The First theme song

@jinnie-ret - I’m Gonna Be A Star (Twice)

@bangchansgirlsblog - Glimps Of Us (Joji)

@tonkatesuramen - Where Is Smiley (Serani Poji)

@snug-gyu - The Real (Ateez)

@daisyloveschan / @adaisyfever - I Bet On Losing Dogs(Mitski)

@stayinhellevator - Silent Cry (Stray Kids)

@beccaskz - idk I haven’t rly talked to them

@skz-streamer - Love You Twice (Huh Yunjin)

@sunshinebarbie - IT GIRL (Aliyah’s Interlude

@mixtape-racha - 0X1=LOVESONG(I Know I Love You) (TXT)

@cheesemonky - Lovable (Kim Jongkook)

@astraysimp - Cherrybonbon (Kyary Pamyu Pamyu)

@simonisferal - Born This Way (Lady Gaga)

@skzoologist - That One Kitten Tiktok sound

@cinnamostar - Last Friday Night (Katy Perry)

@atinyniki - My Love Mine All Mine (Mitski)

@dazed--xx - Secret Secret (Stray Kids)

@minholing - Valentine (Laufey)

@babybreadddd - Adopt Me music (Roblox)

@michelle4eve - The Kahoot music

@resident-danmei-enthusiast - idk how to say it but there’s an edit on TikTok with cpr by cupcake and wwx’s iconic lines but umm yeah(ill find a link when I get home)

@viviworkshere - You Are My Sunshine (Nursery Rhyme~idk who its by~)

@sona1800 - Youtiful (Stray Kids)

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FSR Rambles 11 big brain moments

Immediately going from Gannon's rant we wake up...SOMEWHERE.

That iconic triforce symbol glows on Shadow Link's hand.

Uh oh.

Ganondorf rants to himself smth he says during the Twilight Princess manga.

Hello Ganondorf! :D

Alright let's dissect the shit Ganondorf says real quick.

Panel 1: He's talking about Link, obviously. Who unlike Ganondorf and Zelda (Sometimes...Twilight Princess Zelda outright calls OOT Zelda herself/her so...) doesn't/never seems to remember their endless reincarnation....Which I have some THOUGHTS ON WHY but we might get to that when it's more relevant. Just keep it in your back pocket that Link never remembers "His" previous adventures.

Ganondorf's the same Ganondorf from OOT in Akira's manga series, we dunno how much FSR Zelda currently knows about her endless reincarnation because she has the soul of Hylia in her,

Panel 2: Shadow Link has never seen Ganondorf in his human form. That's established with his lines of confusion. He clearly RECONIZES him either through his presence or voice though.

Panel 3: Ganondorf ignores Shadow's question to keep rambling.

"I even thought...Two can play the split ourselves in pieces game..."

He's clearly referencing the FIRST time a Link used the four sword, as there's a previous hero of the Four Sword mentioned at the start of the FS Manga. (That's my interpretation since there's two different four swords games, SOME people think he meant the Minish Cap Link but...I disagree strongly with that shit ngl and I think the ONLY reason that idea exists is because we never got a manga for the first Four Swords game but the SEQUEL for whatever reason...? As minish cap Link was a child when he went on his journey and looked NOTHING like the OOT style adult hero we saw in the "Flashback/story" scene in FS. I'm like 99% sure it was referencing the hero from the FIRST Four Swords game because the four swords manga we HAVE is based on Four Swords Adventures from what I can tell?)

Either way, in FSR he's refencing THAT Link as the reason why he...split himself in pieces.

"This game of ours gets boring after awhile...We have to make new rules...invite new players, mix things up..."

So, this is why he used Vaati. Vaati was the "New player"

Technically an old player brought directly into the Triforce gang's bullshit as Vaati used to be a solo villain from what I understand removed from Gannon.

Shadow Link could ALSO be a part of these "New players" he's talking about.

Either way Gannon's view on the endless cycle has seemingly shifted to a "Game". A game he wants to win, obviously.

If you want a reason why he'd try taking this outlook: Dude's coping hard, he keeps losing. Looking at it like a childish game makes him retain SOME sanity he's shed after getting his ass kicked so many times. As he clearly shed a LOT of his humanity to become the pig form in the OG manga without ANY PROMTING Usually that's like, a second phase of the fight Something's different about Ganon in FSA compared to usual.

Panel 4:

Ganon muses he didn't think "A part of him" would play "Their" side.

He's obviously talking about Shadow Link at this point aiding Zelda and Link. But the dread of what Gannon's saying hasn't truly set in yet.

Panel 5:

So in Twilight Princess, Spoilers Gannon just like, straight kills himself when he feels he's losing. Man is a massive piss baby.

He does something similar here. "CAN'T KEEP ME IN A SWORD IF I END MYSELF HAHAHAHA" - Gannon.

But...There's still a part of Gannon around...As he passes the Triforce of power (Something he admits he cannot stand in Twilight Princess, if nothing else BECAUSE it ties him to Zelda and Link who have Wisdom and Courage respectively.)

So while not outright CONFORMING FSR Link and FSR Zelda HAVE the Triforce, it's heavily implied they do. Zelda at least, had it on her hand earlier in the comic. (With an outdated design of her haha but it still counts here. Haven't been any major ret cons as of rn in FSR and I'd mention any if they do come up hah)

Ganon not so subtly references the conversation Vio and Shadow had about the Triforce where Shadow admitted he wanted it to make his wishes come true.

Which just, with current context really puts into perspective that little desire of his.

Also, it's even FUNNIER that he says he wants to touch the Triforce...While being all over Vio. Who has a piece of the Triforce of courage.

Yes that was intentional and yes I was laughing my absolute ass off while drawing/writing those scenes...I was shaking that I couldn't mention that for so long lmfaooooooo.

He's a part of Gannon. Of course he wants the Triforce.

Shadow still looks like he's comprehending shit. I mean this is a LOT to take in. All this time he assumed he was NOTHING but Link's shadow. But NOW we know he's not only Link's Shadow, but a part of Gannon as well.

Ganon congrats our little man.

He gets to wield the title of the Demon King AND the Triforce of power! :D HOW LUCKY...HE GOT TWO THINGS HE WANTED! :D

BEING THE KING AND THE TRIFORCE!!!

Oh...Shadow isn't a fan of that. Especially at Gannon's prospect that he should destroy Link.

Lines that are hilarious with this new context go brr:

Haha- Well he IS A KING-

Vio just look to your left.

"I've done infinitely worse in past lives pal-"

Literally this entire scene has new meaning with how VISERIALLY ANGRY he is at the prospect they just gotta do what they have to because "it's what we're supposed to do".

Shadow Link's behavior in general in current day in FSR is just, makes much more sense with the context he KNOWS he's a part of Gannon.

His desperate urge to be nice, seemingly TOO NICE?

Well, he's trying to reject the idea he has to destroy the heroes and wants to be helpful and good.

Translation: "I don't have to be Gannon if you don't have to be Link"

Also smth you'll notice in the Gannon talks to Shadow pages: Shadow's eyes are red the whole time just like when was talking to Vaati.

Shadow's ending state in FS was a form of torture and you can't convince me otherwise.

He's in misery.

Fucked up thing to note: Shadow link feels he deserves to suffer.

We're not given his full thoughts on WHY but we can either assume because of his actions in the FSA manga OR because he's Gannon.

That's just sad.

Link's catatonic like usual.

Shadow likens Link's state to a corpse that's rotting which is, disturbing.

Unlike Gannon, he isn't getting any pleasure watching the Hero rot away mentally.

Oof. Yeah. What good's the Triforce of power when you can't use it to save someone?

You'll notice Shadow defaults to waving to get people's attention. What else can he do?

Link notices and touches him.

Which again: We know from Shadow's brief breakdown in the temple this isn't something he did a lot.

We can venture to guess from these pages, Link was usually just, not there mentally a lot of the time to notice Shadow Link and he wasn't filling the gaps because Shadow couldn't talk, because Link went mute after awhile.

Either way Shadow cherishes the times where Link acknowledges him.

If you go back and read the pages where Shadow's talking about his time with Link the main thing he talks about is how LONELY he felt.

He doesn't actually talk about Link's behavior in a negative way per say...Mostly that HE was lonely.

Like from the wording he isn't exactly BASHING Link for ignoring him, just expressing how it made him feel in the moment.

And from here we can see Shadow understands just how poorly Link was doing.

He wants to hug him-

Shadow wants to be comforted and to comfort but can't do or get either.

Poor dude is suffering.

Shadow dissects his feelings.

Vio's promise struck a cord with this dude for a lot of reasons, partially because Gannon as we know from Twilight Princess REALLY wanted Zelda to join him/another Triforce user to join him cobbled with Shadow Link himself loneliness and inability to trust his teammates led to Vio's promise of ruling the world basically made him explode with joy lol.

Gannon's literally always playing this "Game" alone. Shadow Link is lonely from his own experiences and from Gannon's. He actually doesn't MIND the idea they're all gonna be spending eternity together forever, he just doesn't wanna be locked in fighting them lmfao.

Art notes: Shadow's eyes look like Gannondorf's eyes in page 207 the "I want to be close to you Link" panel.

Zelda and Vio/Link have had a positive affect on Shadow Link as a person, so instead of 100% hating them like Gannondorf does he has a mixed bag of emotions towards them.

Another art note:

Page 208 Shadow's eyes look like the Malice eyeballs from BOTW/TOTK

Shadow Link interprets his own feelings as him wanting to be close to Zelda and Link/Vio due to his own loneliness. He's the new demon king and he doesn't want to further their fated connection through hatred alone.

Shadow's further thoughts on being Ganon and the affects it has on his behavior going forward are for sure going to be present so if something wasn't brought up here/expanded upon, it probs will later.

Something to note is Shadow's KNOWN he's a from of Gannon for 7 years and HASN'T Told any of the gang yet...Which is interesting.

Not like he could SAY that before and they've still only been separated for a day but still.

More art notes: The way they're structured in 208, is in the shape of the Triforce. Shadow on "Top" representing the Triforce of power, Zelda to the left representing wisdom and Link to the right representing courage.

It is interesting to note how Vio and Link are interchangeable in Shadow's mind at least in this instance...

From his further thoughts in 209 it's implied he's SPECICICALLY talking about Vio, but Link is still pictured...So Hm.

So it bares repeating Vio booked it to Shadow Link the second he saw him because of their unfinished business hah.

Further idea:

Shadow doesn't purely means "Vio's here" as the "dream" he's talking about.

He has a physical body again after 7 years. He's not a prisoner to his own mind anymore and has the ability to affect the world around him.

He was completely stripped of agency and ironically enough "Power" for 7 years.

Like Vio, someone he loves being there is nice too but I don't wanna understate how important Shadow's relationship to Link himself is either.

As in the series so far Shadow's blatantly done the things he stated he wishes he could have done for Link in the pages previous TO Vio because, he has the ability to now.

Basically: We don't need to shoot down Shadow's 7 year long relationship with Link just to bolster Vio and Shadow's.

Stalker lmfao.

So it's interesting to note he CRIED from Shadow's memories.

Weird moment for Dark Link. It's odd he even cried at all. He has an actual personality outside of just batting people's anxieties and fears back at them after all.

He himself seems rather calm but if you notice, his chest eyeball looks deeply emotional over it.

Question to ask: Is he crying from joy or sadness? Or some third thing?

Did he even realize he was crying? He didn't wipe his tears away.

You'll note, instead of just purely calling Shadow "the traitor" as he did earlier, he switches to calling him his title + traitor lmfao. "Treacherous demon king" he changes his language to be more accurate to his new information about Shadow Link.

Another thing: Dark Link isn't INTERACTING with Shadow Link here like he did with Vio. How he approached it was purely as a spectator.

He's not mentally fucking with Shadow here.

Which shows an odd sense of, genuine interest about Shadow's past that didn't exist earlier with Vio when he purely only said things to make Vio break down.

HE was watching those flashbacks with us and soaking in the information. He has a better understanding of Vio AND Shadow because he can see from BOTH their perspectives as you noticed...and Vaati's.

But that cute little fact isn't important rn.

And with all that word vomiting we will pick up again another time.

[nzbricks]

A Brief History of Dracula

Dracula has been an iconic mainstay of popular culture for nearly a century and a quarter. Bram Stoker's iconic novel went on to inspire countless adaptations and iterations of the now-stereotypical vampire. Here I have made minifigures of some of Dracula's most famous depictions and will give brief summaries of each.

The first on-screen depiction of the Count comes in 1922's Nosferatu; a Symphony of Horror, wherein the Count is portrayed by eccentric actor Max Schreck (Yup, THAT'S his name). This film is infamous for being an unlicensed depiction of Bram Stoker's story, wherein the story and characters were altered to avoid any legal consequences. Count Dracula was renamed Count Orlok, who has since become an icon of the horror genre in his own right. He is renowned for being a more primal, monstrous depiction of a vampire, where all of the guile and charisma of future variations are nowhere to be seen. I personally prefer this depiction of Dracula because it represents a long-gone era of history where vampires were terrifying creatures of folklore.

And now a man who needs no introduction; the one, the only, Bela Lugosi himself, who revolutionized not just the future of Dracula, but of pop culture as a whole. His charismatic, yet chilling depiction of Count Dracula would cement the character in the minds of people for generations. However, the events surrounding the film are what really set the standard for future depictions of Dracula, in ways often lost in the shadow of Bela's performance. For example, did you know the original Dracula film is only loosely based off of the events of the novel? Entire plot points, characters, and locations are switched around or removed entirely! This was to accommodate the stage-play version of the story, which is actually what the film was based on, not the original novel. Truth be told, going back to the film nowadays can be a rather disappointing experience. Of course, Lugosi steals the show with every scene he's in, but everything in between is relegated to a slow, boring crawl, that climaxes with the OFF SCREEN death of the Count. All in all, a historic but rudimentary step in Dracula's history, one that would be re-visited, parodied, and and redone out the wazoo until our next step in Dracula history...

The story of the Dracula stage play would be the one to be revisited countless times following the 1931 Lugosi film, as it was the one that set the standard. This would all change 61 years later, when Francis Ford Coppola directed Bram Stoker's Dracula, a film starring Gary Oldman as the titular character, and following the plot of the original novel, as inferred by the title of Bram Stoker's Dracula. The result of their efforts was... something! I'll admit, while the film was by far the most accurate mainstream version of the story yet, the director did take some creative liberties that in retrospect butcher the novel almost as badly as the original 1931 film. For example, Dracula's devious plot to stalk a new feeding ground is undercut by an artificial romance between himself and Mina Harker, who in this iteration is his 'reincarnated' wife, Elizabeth. However, perhaps the most glaring diversion from the book is the appearance of Dracula himself, who in the early stages of the film dawns an outfit that has been endlessly memed upon in the years since... and with good reason. Gone is the "thin, pale man with thick black hair, a thin white mustache, and all-black clothing". On the other hand, I guess there isn't really a passage that explicitly stages his hair wasn't styled like a butt. This was part of the film's effort to be extra stylized, and I admire that effort. but in a film that is touting itself as the first grand return to Bram Stoker's original vision, I would have liked to have seen the character of Dracula done fair justice.

And that leads us to the present day! Vampire films are as popular as ever, and Dracula himself has just made a grand return to the big screen with the Last Voyage of the Demeter. The film makes a long-awaited return to the concept of Dracula as an actual monster, rather than a dapper, charismatic pale dude. Oh and by the way that last picture above is a custom version of Dracula, one that I would most like to see brought to the big screen. But yeah, that has been my brief look at the history of Count Dracula! I hope you enjoyed and learned something new! Happy Halloween!