#losing those people and not being able to make up for his mistakes. being “hated” in their eyes even when they don't think about him

[primadonnabish]

I definitely see a sequel that explores all the unresolved plot points like Celine and Rumi, Rumi's parents, Jinu, Mira & Zoey's backstories,

The Other Saja Boys backstories, etc.

Here's what l imagine the general story of the sequel will be:

Since the Honmoon is rainbow instead of gold demons can still pass through but maybe that serves a purpose. We now know that demons (some of them) don't actually want to steal souls but do it for survival and because Gwi-Ma is a powerful evil force that they fear. We also know a good chunk of demons (I'm assuming the ones that used to be humans) despise Gwi-Ma because he tortured them with their past mistakes and regrets.

What if for this sequel since Mira & Zoey are humans and went though their own struggles.

Gwi-ma actually came to them with offers when they were at a low point but had the power to reject his offer making them worthy to be recruited by Celine to be the two other huntresses. However while Mira and Zoey were able to reject Gwi-Ma, they also explore and see how those that did accept Gwi-ma's offers aren't truly unforgivable terrible beings who don't deserve redemption because very often people can make bad choices and mistakes but have good intentions behind them but unfortunately made their choices out of moments of selfishness/ desperation or because of the cards they were handed in life led them to make unfortunate choices. Basically something to show that you can't judge someone at face value for their circumstances and the choices they made because when you see the full story, you can see how they ended up where they are and even see that you were actually close to doing the same.

Next up Jinu and The Saja Boys. I already elaborated many times that after giving Rumi his soul, Jinu is very much bounded to Rumi's sword. Because of that he is bounded to Rumi and can change from human spirit form (like a ghost) to a sword form. The subplot focus could then be on Jinu & Rumi growing closer then before while figuring out how to truly set Jinu's soul free. Meanwhile for the other four Sajas they were sent back to the underworld, and unfortunately so was Gwi-ma. Gwi-Ma seemed too easily defeated for being the big bad so l think he was sent back to the underworld and is

now even more cruel than before fuming that he was so close only to lose again. Meanwhile, the four Saja’s who saw Jinu as a brother to them are a little mad a Rumi since Jinu sacrificed himself for her, but even more p!seed and hate Gwi-Ma more since he was the one that turned Jinu to ashes. In this anger they for Saja’s argue with Gwi-ma and allude to starting a rebellion to overthrow him. Angered by this attempt at rebellion he goes to destroy the four Saja’s but they manage to escape to the human world now wanted fugitives of the underworld, either no where else to go they seek huntress for help staring their frenemies team up. Finally we have Rumi & Celine, after the events of the first movie we had no follow up to their argument. Perhaps this makes things awkward between them as Celine refuses to talk to Rumi after Rumi chose to embrace her half demon side (though the public and fans think Rumi just got some sick new tattoos). Rumi tries to talk to Celine but she still refuses to accept Rumi’s demon side which leads to another argument, this os followed up with Jinu coming back in his spirit form explaining how he is now Rumi’s sword and they just talk for a bit after a cute reunion which is cut short when the Saja Boys appear at Huntrix’s door there is a bit of a fight before the boys explain what’s going on and they have a small cute reunion with Jinu. After some talking the team decides to work together. Some plot and story happens and the team is eventually discovered by Celine & Bobby, Bobby has panic attack learning the demon are real thing while Celine argues saying how demons can’t be redeemed and trusted, but Celine argues and shows how she is wrong but Celine is still stubborn which leads to the backstory of Rumi’s parents which I not entirely sure how that goes but I’ll leave that up to y’all to decide what Rumi’s Parent’s story is. More story happens and progresses (now with Celine joining the team and Bobby calming down and becoming the team’s “guy in the chair”. Moving on to the final fight where The team is fighting off Gwi-Ma Jinu (in sword form) and Rumi are trying ti land the finishing hit but are overpowered it looks like they are about to lose but then Celine comes in and sacrifices herself for Rumi, finally looking at her and apologizing. By Giving her soul to Rumi and becoming her new sword, Jinu’s soul is set free and he now has a physical form again and like Rumi his demon markings are now pearly rainbow colored. Gwi-ma is defeated, Bobby now manages Huntrix & The Saja Boys, we get Jinu x Rumi properly alongside other couples (y’all can decide which ones those are I’m personally rooting for Zoey X Abs x Mystery & Mira X Romance). Roll end credits showing a compilation of Huntrix x Saja Boys recreating famous Kpop memes and being crackheads on variety shows. This is just a brief plan out of story ideas to tackle in the sequel. Some Final notes I have are that I hope the Saja Boys get proper names in the sequel RN I refer to them by their Headcanon names: Jinu, Daeun (Baby), Jae-hyun (Romance), Garam (Mystery), and Beomseok (Abs). And I feel like this story can add on to my analysis of how Celine & Gwi-Ma represent Kpop companies with this sequel showing Celine as what Kpop companies should do then they mistreat their artists: Apologize and make it up to them properly. While Gwi-ma represents what should happen to Kpop companies when they mistreat their artists and refuse to change for the better: be defeated and lose everything with their artists taking their business and success to a better company that will treat them right. Anyways those are my Ideas for a sequel feel free to share what else you can add. 💗

I know that the directors of Kpop Demon Hunters have said that they already have ideas for a sequel, and all I could think is what would sequel even be about???

There has to be demon related issues or challenges. It can’t just be about the girls hanging out and fighting the demons etc for 2 hours and I know some would like that, but there has to be conflict and issues.

Would it be about Rumi’s parents? Would it be about Jinu? I honestly don’t want to hope too much because I’ve been hurt before when it comes to Enemies to Lovers romances. But I honestly cant imagine a sequel without Jinu. It wouldn’t be the same.

Yeah, it's weird to imagine Kpop Demon Hunters without him. Especially because his character always seemed so important. Sometimes, you would see Ahn Hyo-seop's (Jinu VA) name pop up before the names of May Hong (Mira's VA) and Ji-young Yoo (Zoey's VA) in many credits of the movie. They surely left space for a possible Jinu comeback (and we only see Mira and Zoey killing Abby and Mystery, with Romance and Baby nowhere to be found, so maybe they just came back to the demon world and might appear too). A sequel could explore more of Mira's family, Zoey's background, how the three girls came together and were trained by Celine, the story of the Sunlight Sisters and Rumi's parents, Bobby could find out about it (because king deserves to know, I need to know more about him, Celine was their former manager, so how did Bobby step in, are Bobby and Celine half american like Zoey, etc) and as the demons don't have a master anymore, it could show them fighting the very few demons who still steal souls and trying to make peace with the demon world and maybe Gwi-ma's return too (because he was defeated too easily and some have the thoery he might be Rumi's dad, which I don't believe in) or introduce a new villain final boss that took Gwi-ma's place. And it could show Celine being opposed to Rumi exploring her demon side and trying to be in good terms with the demon world because it goes against everything she believes and hunters were taught in the past, how the new rainbow honmoon works, how the other demons can maybe "heal" themselves from their shame and having rainbow marks too, like her, instead of the usual purple patterns, etc. At least that's the direction I'm going for in my ao3 fic lol. There are many possibilities, I really hope it becomes a trilogy/franchise (and with a theatrical release, I need to see it on the big screen)

[thousandyearphantombunker]

(ignore the fact that I drew her in similar pose to Elodie- I wasn't thinking and this is my default pose for doodling ladies okay!) swap au idea! Enid is the one to betray Elodie-

In this AU Like in canon Enid and Elodie- were friends who trained together and like in canon in order to enter P.O.I.N.T Prep had to fight each other. Here Enid's insecurities led to her using dirty tactics to win against Elodie. Enid wasn't cruel or smug after winning but she did become significantly more distant keeping contact incredibly briefly until she just completely ghosted at random when she was going to visit Elodie- and she never gave her a reason why. Enid like in canon dislikes her dorky past- she sees P.O.I.N.T Prep as a new opportunity to be cooler and 'more herself' what actually happened was she threw herself into her ninja interests a lot more heavily and ignored many of her other interests inorder to become a better ninja and on top of that while she had free time early on in P.O.I.N.T Prep becoming an honors student meant she had to push herself harder to succeed. She became distant because outside of Elodie- she felt weird about her past- she lost her connections to her ghoul school friends, her date with Rad was awful, and she betrayed Elodie- because of her own insecurities- Elodie- came from wealth and was charismatic- the girl was a shoe in for P.O.I.N.T. Enid was shy. She was a witch who wanted to be a ninja and had a lot of embarrassing moments- she justified her decision to herself saying she would see Elodie- join P.O.I.N.T eventually anyway. Enid originally ghosted her out of embarrassment- she was that shy kid whose parents didn't get hee interests and who dated jerks who humiliated her- she decided to not be that girl anymore and being reminded of her past dorkiness and being recognized as that girl who was really awkward and shy being seen fully- it made her uncomfortable- when she realized she basically just ghosted her friend after betraying her she didn't bother with trying to fix things- Elodie- would move on without her anyway- she would just be remembered as that friend she had as a kid and lost connection with- and Enid herself lost a lot of her feelings and sense of connection with Elodie- outside of some fond memories. But the shame over becoming cold sticks with hee

One day she comes across her old friend and ex working at Gar's Bodega- she didn't want to go there because when people talk she's worried about being embarrassed again and while seeing those two doesn't trigger a powerful reaction initially (she's pretty much over Rad- he's just some bum she dated once and only vaguely recognizes him after he got swol) Elodie- makes a move to reconnect with someone she can hopefully Ruby elbows with and regain some confidence by achieving her goals as a hero with a powerful ally! (well more by reconnecting with Enid and being important to her again and not feeling lonely)- Enid acts likes she barely remembers her when she tries to do so. It's a really messy reunion. Enid's guilt keeps climbing it's way through and like being a witch and all the interests/hobbies she gave us she represses that feeling to feel secure in her identity as a ninja. She's very rude and unhelpful toward most people- she is apathetic and when people reach out to her she smacks their hands away hard- she also tries to shirk responsibility where ever she can- 'thats not my problem' or 'i won't get in trouble for that' she has to work hard to stay in so she drops 'unnecessary' responsibilities (which often include her responsibility to do heroic deeds and focuses on P.O.I.N.T's main objective- crushing enemies and looking good in interviews) luckily her old friend seems to fit in nicely at P.O.I.N.T and Elodie has totally moved on and she doesn't have to apologize or confront her emotions ever by talking to her because they are just aquaintences- and they end up dormmates

Elodie- in this AU ends up working at Gar's Bodega. She is quite embarrassed by this fact but is a hard working employee. She is very arrogant and sassy and loves making condescending manipulative comments to get attention- she's not above using a person's insecurities to persuade someone into doing something for her. She was embarrassed by Enid defeating because Elodie- was the shoe in- she was rich, talented, eloquent and she lost to her friend that while she doesn't look down on her doesn't have the same privileges as her and still beat her out. Then Enid ghosted her- like she didn't matter. Like her money and talents didn't matter. It burned her. She also feels embarrassed about the fact she's viewed as a pampered princess- a sissy bratty girl who wouldn't have to work hard and was spoiled by love and got a taste of the real world when she 'fairly' lost to her friend. She sort of gets joy out of being a mean girl. She 'realized' it wasn't her powers or money or privileges that had anything wrong with them- they had significance and where a major part in her victories-It was that she wasn't good enough. She failed not because of luck- it was only partially because of Enid being better than her- something was wrong with her- and what was wrong? She wasn't ruthless enough. She wasn't actually important at all she was insignificant. She wants to make a big impact with her assets and isn't ashamed of her cash or beauty and uses them to get what she wants regardless of what people say about it but that 'your actions don't matter only your bank account does' mentality hurts her-she even believes Enid might have only befriended her to learn how her bow works or because Enid wanted gifts from her . She flaunts everything she's got because she thinks it what people see even if she isn't important herself- she's very materialistic When she meets Enid again she is genuinely a bit excited to see her friend again and would love to chat- but since that friendly longing doesn't fit her new style she tells others she's using her past connection to Enid to get into P.O.I.N.T to get a chance- playing up a nepotism angle and playing into the rich socialite dick angle. When she does eventually get into P.O.I.N.T her ruthlessness benefits her- she is determined to be seen as a very important influential person and refuses to let any opportunity pass her- she wants to matter to Enid again in a way unrelated to cash and to be popular- Enid is sort of burnt out when they meet up though and it's clear the cutthroat environment and the decisions she has to make are getting to her- So Elodie- thinking Enid would want this and that all her past failures where caused by being too generous makes ruthless choices that help them both but when pinned against each other again Enid doesn't take any shots at her either despite the fact she mentally built an image of Enid as ruthless- and she has no clue why

[creati-bunny]

YOU TOOK THE THUNDER SPEAR FOR LEVI ACKERMAN; he observes your bandaged state on the ground. The image of a copious amount of blood gushing out of your stomach was enough to make him feel like puking his guts out; the lifeless eyes you had will forever haunt his nightmares. It was a very, very horrible mistake to have you by his side; he was right to believe that everyone he gets attached to will eventually leave him. Stupid, stupid of you—him to let you take care of Zeke.

You were barely breathing, and it fucking terrifies him.

Even within the premises of his squad and his enemies, his eyes could only focus on you. Even when Jean attacks Reiner, confronting him about Marco’s situation—even when Mikasa is this close to killing Annie, why does it matter anymore?

Even his squad got turned into those sick, mindless titans he will forever despise; all because of a wine, and he was naive to think that Zeke is under his control. The ignorance of people will never not put them in danger; they were lacking information, and Levi knew that Zeke is a cunning piece of shit.

He will kill Zeke. He promised Erwin, and he promises you.

Levi’s dull gray eyes are only compromised by regret, misery, and sorrow. His right hand is enclosed in yours; your right eye will forever be gone, and two of your fingers have perished in the explosion—he is convinced that you are unable to regain your skills again.

He does not want you fighting anymore. Levi has enough with losing someone, especially since the fight is not yet over. A shaky breath of relief leaves him, seeing your left eye trying to flutter open; pain is all you feel, not being able to move a single muscle in your body.

You tried to talk, but Levi shushed you. His eyes are glazed with guilt—Zeke escaped, and you almost died.

“A-Are you okay, Levi?” You force yourself to croak out your voice, brittle and hoarse; he was lucky to understand enough. You cannot lift a finger without feeling excruciating pain in your limbs. “Were you hurt?”

Levi hates your selflessness.

“Was I hurt? Have you taken a good look at yourself after you were trying to be a hero, huh?” Levi seethed, glaring daggers at you; you cannot help but feel bad, sensing the crack in his voice. “Who told you to fucking save me? I can handle him myself!”

You were silent, letting him voice out his frustrations because of your recklessness. You realized yourself that you are only looking at him with your left eye—the other was gone, forever. You did not care and even thought it was the right thing to do; Levi thinks otherwise.

You cursed your body for not being able to speak properly, wanting to prove your point. Levi does not waste time in berating you; endless curses and insults spout out of his mouth. “I should never have let you be on patrol with me,” he exclaimed with pain in his voice, blurring out the voices in the background.

Levi’s lips almost tremble. He felt his body weakening when he stared into your eyes, still filled with resolve to risk your life for someone. It will never go away, you remind him repeatedly—the love you have for him.

You utter with no hints of fatigue, “I will do it again if it means saving the love of my life.”

You are reckless, stupidly reckless.

“You do realize that this shit you pulled can be in vain if I were to just bite the dust later on?” Levi glowered at you, pinpointing the reality of the situation. “You are not a weapon or a bag of meat to use for my safety; you are weak, stupid, reckless and oversentimental.”

He wonders why the hell he fell for you and your antics. Levi glowered at you, making you shut your mouth when you saw his angered eyes. “Forget it, die for all I care.” He proclaimed without any bite in his voice, knowing he did not really mean it.

“My, such comforting words,” you muttered breathily in sarcasm. You forced yourself to sit up, wincing and groaning when the pain hit your stomach. “Usually, people say ‘thank you’ for doing a good deed for them.”

Levi will surely kick your ass really good one day.

“Can the man I love give me a kiss?”

He wants to fucking beat your ass for acting so unserious while he pours his heart out. You were giggling—quite painfully at that. Levi thinks your mind was hit too hard that it makes you react inappropriately whenever you converse with someone. “You got some fucking nerve to be laughing right now.”

Levi’s words died in his throat as he saw your gesture for him to sit beside you. You were already listening to Hange’s strategy, while laying your head down on his shoulder. He still wanted to argue; he really did. Unfortunately, your smile stopped him.

He is not a big fan of displaying affections publicly, yet of course, he is not a heartless monster to not give in to your needs, even though you are irritating as hell; warm lips pressed against yours, a bit too hard that it made you wince at the pressure—enough to almost open your wound at his pettiness. You look at him like someone ruffled your feathers before he proceeds to watch the scenario in front of you two.

Serves you right for being an idiot.

A minor feeling of regret seeps inside you, knowing that without you, he may not express this adorable side of him anymore. That when you die, you might not live up to the day you marry him.

Maybe you are stupid after all.

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[godmadeaterribleerror]

Bucky Barnes Masterlist

Main Series - Pound of Flesh

You are not a saint. You are not a hero. You’re barely even a living person, because living people have lives that extended beyond work and their apartment. But you’re not quite nobody, either. You’re too much, and not enough, and just in the shadows with a prayer to be saved that isn't genuine and secrets that mean nothing.

They should’ve meant nothing.

Yet here you are. In more danger than usual, being threatened by Hydra without knowing why, and being assigned a security detail you don’t want by Captain America.

Bucky Barnes is good at his job. You’re not going to die.

But you might end up strangling him before Hydra gets to either of you.

Every Devil - Mini-Series

There are a few things that simply aren't understandable in the universe. Things that push the boundaries of what we know, and understand.

Things like how, even through the Winter Soldier programming, Bucky was still able to find you.

Think like how, no matter how hard the world tried, they were never to keep you apart.

One-Shots

It's Been Calling Me - You've had these… dreams. Strange, realistic, detailed dreams of the same man, almost your whole life. But they're just dreams. You've been so sure, for so long, that they're just dreams. So sure, until you're not.

Louder Than Fear - Missions involving Hydra often go very wrong. This is different. This is worse. This is a strange bioweapon, nobody telling you exactly what's wrong, and staring at the ceiling as Bucky roars you name. It's echoing in your brain. And you love him. So you have to fix this.

And You Were Brighter Than The Light Pt. 1 - Pt. 2 - There are a lot of Avenger's at the compound. And you never leave your room. It's a good thing you did, though. Just once. Otherwise you never would've met Bucky

Written In Skin - Bucky's been gone on a mission for about a week, and you love him, so you wait. And when he returns, he has a question that might finally let you say those three words aloud.

Look Behind You - You've made a mistake. You've been reckless and fallen in love with Bucky. There's only one way to deal with this. Make a list.

A Long, Long Time - The truth doesn't hurt. It's not freeing, either. It just sits in your chest, until it's pried out, and you're looking it the eyes with nowhere to run, and Bucky knows you love him. But he's not running either.

Fly Back Here, And Keep Warm - Bucky hates you. He doesn't talk to you, or look at you, or linger in your presence for too long. But he's still saving you from the river. From the cold. And maybe, if you're not losing your mind, he doesn't really hate you at all.

Not A Scar I'd Want To Fade - Bucky can't remember anything, but he's not the Soldier. He simply can't remember. If you tell him something, he forgets everything again. But he always remembers you first

All I've Wanted Was You - Request! You have an arrangement with Bucky. You sleep together, and nothing more. Every time is supposed to be the last time. You love him too much keep this up and pretend it's not killing you. But it might be killing him too.

Along the Line - After you get hit with a chemical on a mission, Bucky has to take care of you. But he won't do the one thing that will fix it, no matter how much you want him to. And he wants it too. Maybe more. And, at some point, something has to break.

In Uniform - Request! Bucky brings you a surprise, and fulfills a fantasy.

Feelin' Good - It's been a long, rough day, and it's easy to sink a little lower into worse feelings. Luckily, Bucky is always there to pick you back up.

All The Right Places - Four times you broke the friends with benefits rules, and the one time you didn't.

These Nights - There's never a moment where you and Bucky would wish to be apart, so when you are, you have to make up for lost time.

[lion-writer]

Reincarnation Au where Kaveh and Alhaithem reincarnate into Aventurine and Ratio. Because I've seen a ton of comparisons between these two and Need a reincarnation Au badly.

They're so similar on a surface level, flamboyant blonde x tsundere scholar. Then you get deeper and realize just how different they are. Alhaitham is lazy, and doesn't care about others. While Ratio is passionate to a fault, he's dedicated his life to teaching, to spreading knowledge.

And on the other side, we have Kaveh and Aventurine, two blondes who have lived lives of tragedy, and have self esteem in the negatives but try to cover it up with a flamboyant attitude. We have Kaveh who binds himself to his ideals, suffering for their sake. While Aventurine is bound by others and by fate itself and as such isn't free to hold himself to such ideals.

But If they're so different, how do you get Kaveh and Alhaithem to become into Adventurine and Dr Ratio? You may ask. And the answer is quite simple. You just break them.

Once upon a time, there lived Kaveh, who lived with Alhaithem. And they were in love, not that most people were able to tell what with all the fighting. A lot of it was over Kaveh's bleeding heart, how he would sacrifice himself on the altar of his ideals. How he would give and give only to receive nothing but pain in return. And then one day Kaveh got sick, and died, slowly, painfully, and far too young, questioning if it had all been worth it.

After Kaveh dies, a month or a year, some amount of time later, a cure is found. And Alhaithem recognizes the researcher who developed the cure, maybe they asked for his advice only to be shutdown, or they had submitted their research application while he was grand sage only for it to sit on his desk for a month and get rejected. Maybe nothing would have changed had he helped them, but possibly a cure would have been discovered quicker. And that possibility haunts Alhaithem, that maybe had he cared, maybe if he tried to help, maybe Kaveh would still be there. But maybes won't bring the dead back to life.

Thus in another life we have Aventurine, who can't quite remember why he tried to do the right thing, but knows that it has been his downfall before. He has two lifetimes of evidence as that proves that loving something is the best way to lose it. But still, no matter how hard he tries, he can't help but care. At the very least, with this heart of stone he's tried his best to create, he feels closer to that voice he doesn't know yet can't forget.

While Veritas remembers loving somebody who Cared. Remembers losing them because he didn't. Remembers calling himself a genius only to be hated and alone. And so, determined to fix his mistakes, he makes it his mission to help others, he will not, can not, rest untill he has cured the universe of its ignorance . Even if he'll never be able to care as much as the smile in his memory did.

They both cling to a memory of the person they once loved, and try to push and prod pieces of themselves into that shape. Cause they'd do anything to see their partner again, even if it's just in the mirror.

Ratio remembers more of his past life, partially due to Adventurine attempting to suppress the memories of his childhood, and partly due to Ratio still desperately trying to not repeat his mistakes. Thus when they first meet, Ratio would despise Aventurine. It feels almost like looking at one of those face swap photos, an unholy conglomeration of somebody he regrets being and the face that haunts his dreams. Blonde hair in the wrong shade, mannerisms that are almost but not quite. Still he falls in love, slowly, begrudgingly, and hating himself for it.

On the other side, what little memories Aventurine has is mostly of a grey haired scholar with a tongue as sharp as his swords. And so Adventurine sees Ratio and can't help but compare the two. They're different, undoubtedly, but it would be so easy to ignore those differences and fall. But he can't, he can't lose yet another person he loves.

[luxcuriousao3]

Dove: A Zombie Ghost Story (Chapter Nine)

Summary: Her scent was sharp, even beneath the layers of clothes, grime, and the guts he’d already slathered her in. Floral and sweet and musky in a way that made the primal part of him let out a deep, satisfied growl. He’d wanted so badly to taste her in that moment. He’d dive between her legs and lick her to completion over and over again, make her come on his tongue until she was sobbing from pleasure. He’d eat her out like she was his last meal—he’d devour her perfect little pussy whole. Word Count: 4337 Warnings: still no smut but some suggestive thoughts/actions, descriptions past abuse, internalized victim blaming/misogyny Notes: I had to rewrite this chapter about a dozen times, so I hope y'all like it XD. All dividers were made by @/sweetmelodygraphics (original post here). The zombie divider indicates the text below is Ghost's POV, the dove divider inidcates Lelia's POV. The combined dove and zombie divider represents a time skip but not a POV change. I still have no beta for this fic so all SPAG and consistency errors are my own, feel free to point them out. Comments and reblogs are highly appreciated! AO3, Masterlist

It was five days since they’d left the town, and Lelia was cold.

She was cold, and hungry, and tired, and miserable. She regretted ever leaving the town. She regretted ever leaving the cabin.

She did not regret leaving the military base.

Had she not left, she would still be tiptoeing around Andrew’s volatile temper, just waiting for him to lose it and wrap his hands around her throat again in a fit of rage. Before the dead had started walking, he’d liked to suffocate her with water. He’d catalog her every mistake throughout the day, and if she couldn’t appease him by nighttime, then the second they were alone, he’d drag her into their en-suite and force her to her knees by the bath. He’d sit on the edge of the tub, a hand in her hair as she kneeled beside it, and make her watch as it filled up to the rim. Then, he’d shove her head under, holding it there for however long he deemed she deserved as punishment. Sometimes it was only a few seconds, just enough to terrify her. Other times he held her under until she passed out. It didn’t matter. Lelia hated any pool of water larger than a puddle, now. Following that stream with Simon all those weeks again had been hell—she'd been on the edge of a panic attack the entire time.

It was so bad that Lelia couldn't even stand the sound of running water anymore. She knew she was disgusting for it, but she was secretly relieved they hadn’t found a working shower yet. That she’d had to make do with rags wet with water from her slim stash of bottles. She’d only wiped her whole body down once because of rationing, but she did the sweaty areas every few days. It was gross—but it was also such a relief. She didn't think she could take a shower even if they found one. And she didn't want to deal with the inevitable questioning grunts from Simon if she refused.

After the apocalypse had started, and Andrew had realized he didn’t need to hide his violence against her anymore, he'd started choking her the old fashioned way instead. Sometimes in front of people. It had been humiliating and painful, but less scary than the near-drownings. He no longer spent time building it up and striking the fear of God into her every time he punished her. He just snapped, grabbed her by the throat and squeezed as he shook her like a rag doll. His once cunning and calculating cruelty had devolved into unstable fits of rage as his new reality wore on him. She wondered if he got worse after she left and he could no longer take her rations or trade her body for half a bottle of whiskey. She wondered if he finally gave up and killed himself. She hoped he did.

Lelia tried not to complain to Simon about things of importance. Things she knew he wished he could fix for her but couldn’t. Groaning about her horrid, mismatching outfits or not being able to pluck her eyebrows was humorous to him—but whining about the cold or their dwindling supply of food just made him feel guilty. She didn't want him to feel guilty. He was the only reason she was alive.

He was the only person to ever make her truly happy.

She hadn't quite realized it at first, how much she enjoyed being around Simon. But in retrospect, it was obvious.

Even though he couldn’t respond, he always listened to her, no matter what she was talking about. Even if she was rambling about the history of fashion and the link between trends and current events. He would make appropriate noises at all the right times, consistently sounding interested even though he probably wasn't.

He brought her that feather, too, just because he thought it would make her smile, clearly having picked up on her love for animals. No one had given her such a thoughtful present since Ulyana had gifted her her poetry book, all those years ago. It was far more than just a feather, to her.

And Simon was so gentle with her. When they hugged, or held hands—both of which they had started to do more often, since that night in the study—he held her like glass, like he was afraid she would break if he squeezed too hard. With his strength, she probably would. And after a life in which physical contact was rare, and then frequent but always painful, his soft, affectionate touch was like a drug to her. Both healing and addictive.

It didn't matter to her that his hands were cold and he still smelled vaguely like death, regardless of how many times she cleaned him. She found herself wanting to be near him constantly. Waking up in the morning, excited to see him. Seeking his approval in everything she did. Trying to make him laugh, or the skin around his sunken eyes crinkle with a smile.

It was the apocalypse, and yet Lelia was happier than she had ever been in her life. And it was all because of Simon.

Except for right then, when he was being an absolute arse and trying to cover her with zombie guts. She knew they were behind schedule—worryingly so—but she would much rather backtrack a day's walk and try a new route than cover herself in putrid, rotten flesh and try to sneak through a herd of zombies like an idiot with a death wish.

“You can growl at me all you want; it’s not going to change my mind!” She whisper-yelled, gagging when she caught a whiff of the guts Simon had managed to smear on her before she could stop him. She was now holding him at bay with a very large stick she’d snatched up from the ground. She could see the amusement in his eyes, and she knew very well that her stick was not nearly as effective as she’d like to think. But it made her feel better to have, so she hung onto it. “I like this coat, Simon! It’s Moncler!”

Simon let out a sound that was a mix of a guffawing laugh, a huff of disbelief, and a groan of frustration. He took a lumbering step closer.

Lelia whacked him with the stick.

It was just a light whap on the arm—she knew he didn't feel pain, being dead and all, but she’d still feel guilty if she actually hit him—that wasn’t even hard enough to make a sound. Simon stopped to stare at her nonetheless, and despite not actually being able to see it, she just knew he was looking at her with an expression that said “Really?”

Lelia blushed, but held her ground, notching her chin and adopting her mother's most common look: demanding with an air of perpetual condescension. Like she was already assured that whoever she was glaring at would do whatever she wanted. Lelia could mimic it perfectly, even if she didn't actually feel that way. She hardly ever used it, finding it rude, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

Simon just narrowed his eyes in response, though, rather than backing down like she’d hoped he would. It seemed his annoyance had won out, the amusement no longer anywhere to be found. Lightning fast, the stick was ripped from her hands and Simon was in her space, pinning her up against a tree. One of his hands cradled the back of her head, cushioning it so she didn’t get hurt.

Lelia squeaked in shock, eyes wide as she stared into his own. Simon stared back, and then deliberately smeared more zombie guts on the front of her designer puffer jacket.

“Simon!”

Lelia squirmed, trying to wiggle out of the way and spare her poor jacket further desecration, but Simon’s fingers tangled in her hair through the knit of her hat and held on tightly, his large form pressing closer to hers. He leaned in, burying his face in her neck and inhaling deeply, before letting out a low growl and running his gore covered hand up her side.

Lelia’s breath caught in her throat, her heart racing. Her eyes went half-lidded and her limbs turned to jelly, Simon’s body the only thing holding her up. Nerves squirmed low in her belly, and she let out a sound between a whimper and a sigh. Was this a panic attack? Was she afraid? She didn’t feel afraid. But what else could it be? She was unable to move, trapped and helpless like when Andrew or the soldiers would force themselves on her. But instead of terrified or numb, she felt… good? It made no sense. But she found herself upset when Simon stepped away, despite having just been trying to fight him off. Her legs trembled and she barely managed to keep herself from falling to the ground. She blinked at Simon, dizzily watching as he returned to the corpse of the infected he’d killed earlier and began rooting around inside its chest cavity, no doubt for more guts to cover her in, before just deciding to bring the whole nasty thing over. Lelia couldn’t even care about that, though. She was too busy trying to figure out what in the world had just happened.

Simon’s amusement had given way to his frustration when his dove had made it clear she wasn’t going to budge on her stance towards his plan. He understood her reluctance—though the fact that she seemed more concerned about ruining her designer coat than the herd of zombies she’d be wandering into certainly added to his annoyance—but she didn’t seem to understand just how dangerous it would be for her if they were still traveling when the first snow of the season fell. She would freeze to death, he had no doubt about it. And he simply couldn’t let that happen.

So, unwilling to wait any longer, he’d cornered her against a tree and took matters into his own hands. He'd expected her to be annoyed, expected her to be angry, and though he hoped she wouldn’t be, he wouldn’t have been surprised if she was a little afraid. He was still a zombie, after all. There had to be some part of her that wondered if he’d snap, one day.

What he hadn’t expected was arousal.

But he could smell it, clear as day, with his face pressed into the crook of her neck. Her pulse was rabbit quick, her heart beating hard in her chest. Her scent was sharp, even beneath the layers of clothes, grime, and the guts he’d already slathered her in. Floral and sweet and musky in a way that made the primal part of him let out a deep, satisfied growl. He’d wanted so badly to taste her in that moment. He’d dive between her legs and lick her to completion over and over again, make her come on his tongue until she was sobbing from pleasure. He’d eat her out like she was his last meal—he’d devour her perfect little pussy whole.

Ghost ripped himself away from his dove, his hunger only growing when he saw the dazed expression on her face. He’d barely even touched her, and she was halfway to cockdumb already. He wanted to bury himself inside her as he consumed her hot flesh, wanted to watch her fall apart on his cock as he licked her blood from her soft skin—

He quickly lumbered over to the infected’s corpse. He needed to get away from the intoxicating smell of Lelia’s arousal. It had been too long since he’d fed, and his two very different hungers for her were getting mixed up, only making each other worse.

Digging around in its insides, Ghost tried to be rational. Her reaction had to have just been a coincidence, like a random, ill timed stiffy. It couldn't have been because of him—a dead, decayed monster. No one would ever find him appealing again—certainly not a sweet, pretty little dove like her.

And yet.

He couldn’t get the thought out of his head. That she had smelled so sweet because she’d been wet for him, aching to be filled by his cock and bred full of little monsters.

That she’d wanted him, old and dead and revolting as he was.

He was sick for wishing that were true.

Dragging the dead zombie over to her and hoping it would help cover up her smell, he focused on nothing but coating her in its guts. She didn’t protest again, seemingly stuck in her head.

It took several layers of gore to properly disguise her delicious scent, but he managed. He shoved his foul thoughts away and took her small, mittened hand in one of his. Grabbing the wagon handle with the other, he cautiously led her towards the large herd of zombies.

It took them nearly half an hour to get all the way through, and Lelia was shaking by the end, so fiercely she could barely stand. Once they were free of the herd, he led her to a tree stump so she could sit down and recover. He took the chance to put some distance between them—though he could no longer smell her beneath all the gore, she was still beautiful, and he was still ravenous. In every way.

“We smell horrid,” she finally said once she’d calmed down. “I can't eat like this. I'll be sick.”

Ghost grunted. They didn't actually have anything for her to eat—the last can of veg they’d been stretching was gone as of yesterday morning—but he knew that wasn’t really what she meant. And he could hear a river not too far from here… It was out of the way, but only slightly. They could light a fire, and he’d wash her coat and hat while she sat by it to keep her warm. Maybe he would even take the chance to do a full wash again himself, since the cold wouldn't bother him the way it would her.

But first, he needed to hunt.

He’d been trying to put it off until they got to the village, not wanting to leave her alone without four walls and a roof to keep her safe. But he would be a risk to her if he didn’t feed soon, so he led her to a tall pine tree, still thick with dense foliage, and helped her climb it. She was decently obscured, and if she stayed quiet, she would very likely go unnoticed by any survivors that stumbled upon her—though he’d not heard of smelled any nearby, thankfully. The infected were less of a worry—they wouldn’t be able to reach her with how high up she was, and still covered in gore, they likely wouldn't smell her anyway.

At least that’s what he told himself as he reluctantly left her, casting glances back over his shoulder at her tree with every few steps until it was out of sight.

Lelia was on edge the entire time Simon was gone.

It was less than an hour, but every time she heard so much as a branch twitch, she nearly jumped out of her skin. It got so bad that when the sound of leaves crunching underfoot reached her, she fell from her perch with a little scream of fear, sure she was about to die.

Strong arms caught her and held her close, a familiar, concerned groan greeting her. Lelia looked up to see Simon staring down at her, eyes crinkled with worry, face covered in blood. She blushed in embarrassment, heart beating hard in her chest from the adrenaline.

“Thank you,” she said sheepishly. “I, erm, I slipped.”

Simon cradled her more firmly against his chest, letting out a low, displeased grumble that she took to mean I saw or perhaps you need to be more careful. Maybe a combination of the two. Either way, her blush darkened.

Simon set her down gently, unearthing the wagon of supplies from where he’d hidden it under a pile of dead leaves. Lelia watched him, and wondered just how strong he was. She knew she didn't weigh much, as starved as she was, but he'd held her like she was no heavier than a feather. It made her belly squirm with that odd, nervous sensation again, though she didn’t know why. She trusted Simon not to hurt her. She wasn’t afraid of him, not even a little bit. Not since she’d held him as she cried, and she'd realized just how much he trusted her.

“Can we clean ourselves now?” Lelia asked, doing her best not to whine. The smell clinging to her was so horrible that every time she caught a waft of it, she nearly vomited. She’d had to pinch her nose closed and breath through her mouth the whole time she was in the tree—holding onto the trunk with only one hand had certainly contributed to her falling.

Simon grunted in what sounded like agreement, but he didn't hand her a bottle of water from their rapidly diminishing stash—they had been stretching the bottles as much as they possibly could, but there were only two left—and instead began to walk. Lelia frowned but jogged to catch up with him, tugging on his arm.

“Simon, please, I know there's not much left but I can’t stand this,” she complained, feeling justified since he was the one who’d done this to her. She pinched her nose again, voice coming out high pitched and nasally. “I’m going to be sick.”

Simon huffed, but she saw his sunken eyes crinkle a little. Nonetheless, he just kept walking, and so Lelia continued to complain while pretending she was annoying him rather than amusing him.

It was because she was still ranting about him ruining her coat and her appetite that she didn't hear the rushing water until they were nearly upon the river.

The second she saw it—so much deeper than that awful stream she and Simon had followed all those weeks ago—she froze, paling rapidly.

Simon had continued walking, but he stopped when her arm—which she had looped through his shortly into their walk—went rigid, pulling him back. He looked down at her, and then groaned softly, dropping the wagon handle and stepping in front of her and blocking her view of the water.

That snapped her out of her mounting panic, though she was still breathing harshly as she looked up at her zombie with terrified eyes.

“I d-don't want to go in,” she whispered, on the edge of tears. “Please d-don't make me go in…”

Simon cupped her face with his big hands, clumsily rubbing his thumbs over her cheekbones, trying to soothe her. Lelia let out a shuddering sigh, leaning into his cold touch. It was strange that it always made her feel so warm.

A few seconds later, Simon let go in order to point at the river, then at her, and then shake his head so hard his jaw wobbled, teeth clacking against one another loudly. She reached up to steady it, absentmindedly wiping away his drool as she did. He wouldn't force her into the water. Of course he wouldn’t. He wasn’t Andrew.

Simon cradled her face in his hands again for another moment, checking to make sure she was alright, before releasing her. They were still a few metres from the river, and he crouched down, joints popping, and began pulling out the stones, sticks, and matches they used to light a fire. Lelia joined him, helping to set up the little pit like he’d taught her to, and then taking off her mittens so she could expertly light one of their few remaining matches. She’d grown quite practiced over the last week.

As always, Simon praised her with a low, encouraging grunt, and Lelia’s cheeks flushed with pleasure. She liked making him proud. Just like she liked making him laugh. Sometimes she wondered if she saw him as a father figure—he was certainly old enough to be her father—but that didn't feel quite right, though she didn't know why.

Nonetheless, it was times like these that made her wish someone as kind and protective as Simon had been her father. He never would have bartered her off to Andrew for campaign money…

Once the fire was lit, Simon took her overcoat and her hat, plonking his helmet on her head instead. It immediately fell down over her eyes, far too big, and she giggled, tilting her head back so she could see again. Simon was looking down at her, eyes crinkled at the corners, dirty blonde hair shining in the dull winter sun, and in that moment, she saw just how radiant he was. Not how handsome he might have been when he was alive—no. How beautiful he was now, even with his grey skin, sunken eyes, and broken jaw. His missing lips and blackened gums. The mask and the blood covering his face. None of it mattered, she realized suddenly. To her, Simon was perfect, inside and out.

Lelia blushed as she watched Simon turn and head down to the river, heart feeling full as he carefully began to wash her clothes for her. He was so good. So patient and caring. It was a wonder she hadn’t noticed how attractive he was before. She had gotten used to his appearance quickly enough, no longer scared or off put by it by the time they’d reached the town. But she hadn’t found it appealing until now. Part of her wondered if there was something wrong with her for it—he was a zombie, after all—but a larger part of her found the thought ridiculous. There could never be anything wrong about appreciating Simon. He was her friend. Her protector. Her everything, truly. She had nothing else but him, in this world. Just as he had nothing else but her.

Simon returned to where sat by the fire, but only to lay her clothes near the flames to dry. He knocked on the helmet—which still sat on her head, because her ears were quite sensitive to the cold and so leaving them uncovered was simply not an option—and she squawked in protest, making him let out a raspy chuckle. Then, he began to work at the buckles of his tactical vest. His fingers had gotten much less stiff in the last few weeks, but they were still far from nimble, so he was struggling. Lelia swiftly got up, closing the distance between them and lightly swatting his wet hands away so she could take over. He let her with another huff of laughter, and a comfortable silence fell between them as she methodically removed his gear. She stopped when he was left in just his t-shirt and trousers, the quiet turning awkward as they stared at each other for a long moment. Lelia was unsure why Simon wasn’t moving, but she suddenly understood when he let out a rumbly sigh and began to pull off his shirt.

“Oh!” Lelia squeaked, shocked. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t seen him shirtless before—she’d helped him change, back at the cabin—but that was before. Before the sight of his bare, muscular chest and the tattoos adorning it made her belly swoop, the way it had whenever she saw a handsome actor on the telly. She knew she should look away, but she was frozen. There were several scars on Simon’s skin, as well as open, bloodless gashes, ones he’d clearly gotten after turning. She wondered what had caused them—other people, panicking upon seeing him, not realizing he wouldn’t hurt them? Or had it been other zombies? Simon fought them often to keep her safe. Whenever they go too close to their campsite, or when he was clearing a house for them to search… he always made her close her eyes though, so she’d never noticed if they hurt him. She immediately felt guilty.

Simon seemed a little surprised to see her still watching him once his shirt was over his head, and he hesitated at the button on his combat trousers. That snapped Lelia out of her paralyzed state, and she swiftly turned around, stuttering apologies as she did. Simon just huffed a laugh, and a moment later, she heard his heavy steps as he walked away again.

Lelia didn't dare turn around to face the river while he bathed, and she was embarrassed she was even tempted to. It was one thing to find him attractive, even to admire his bare chest—it was another entirely to want to see him naked. That was incredibly improper, absolutely whorish—

You are a whore, a voice in her head that sounded like her mother’s said. Andrew turned you into one far before he made it official by giving you to the sergeants. That’s why you still feel that constant, aching emptiness inside of you. You want to be used. To be stuffed with cock and come, fucked so hard you cry—

Lelia clamped her hands over her ears, knocking Simon’s helmet off, and screwed her eyes shut as she tried to block out the thoughts, shame filling her. She had never enjoyed her time with Andrew or the soldiers, had never wanted what they’d done to her. And yet… a part of her grew increasingly anxious and uncomfortable, every night that went by without something happening. She didn't understand it. Didn’t understand the low, persistent ache in core, an emptiness that used to make her entire body feel hollow but now only seemed to exist between her legs. She should have been relieved not to have to deal with it anymore. To never have to have sex, ever again. But her body was so used to it for so long, that now it seemed to crave it. And against her will, Lelia found herself wondering if Simon could soothe that emptiness too, like he had the one in her chest.

[patheticpeoplesupreme]

Alternate ending where SQH presses the return home button after yelling at MBJ + I somehow turned it into a slightly happier ending(this was supposed to end with SQH being alone till he dies)(bro never moves on)

but in this oneshot, he becomes a part of the Shen family.

Mobei-Jun mourning SQH’s body… imagine…

The moment he presses on the button, he felt his heart sink with the glow surrounding him.

He was going back to his body, which was equivalent to dying. Turning to his icy surroundings, light snow falling onto the tip of his fingers, his knees unbuckle as he fell to the floor.

“I—“

—

He regrets it, he really does. He shoud have just stayed in the other world. There, at least he knows how to escape the life he had, he knows people who would care about him even if he had run away (at least, he hoped so?)

here, there was no one. His parents didn’t care about him, they’d already moved on with new families in their lives. They hadn’t even bat an eye when they found out his body was a coma.

Shang Qinghua shivered in his hospital bed, tears slipping down his cheeks, he couldn’t even let out a sound.

It was cold. It was empty. His arms were bandaged heavily, they’d told him that he had severe burns because of the fact that there was hot water when it happened.

He couldn’t write; Proud Immortal Demon Way had already ended. He… just really…lacked the motivation to ever write again. Without his most passionate fan, without his king or his martial siblings… it’s unbearable. Losing the trust of everyone he knew was heart breaking enough, but they— they had forgiven him for his final moments.

They’d let him back into the sect—! Liu Qingge had grinned at him, after all that. Mu Qingfang allowed him to nap in the medical room whenever things got too hectic—heck! Yue Qingyuan visited his peak for friendly conversation and tea!

Shang Qinghua had given all of that up, and for what???

He didn’t know any more….

Haaa…. His anxiety and fear had gotten the best of him.

There was no Cucumber bro to critique his 3000+ chapter novel, there were no ice kings to force him to stop working in the middle of the night because of his health.

It was just him. Just Luo Meihua. The useless idiot.

A mistake he made, and he will never ever be able to see his family again.

Shen Qingqiu was right, Shang Qinghua was an idiot.

—

“Hey..” A quiet feminine voice pulls him out from the grasp of sleep, his heavy eyes open wearily as he tries to focus on the new figure. It wasn’t one of those nurses. The girl was wearing a very blue casual outfit, blue sweater, blue jeans, and even a blue purse.

….?

He squinted. Did he know her..??

He knew this wasn’t one of his half siblings, they were much younger than he was. “Hh….” He tried hard to say something, but a year of unuse made it hard to say the right words.

“It’s okay! Uhm, you don’t need to speak! I’m sure you’re wondering who I am?”

Shang Qinghua nodded minutely.

“My name is Shen Yang. Do you remember the story you wrote?”

He grimaced, giving her a pained look, he knew by now how shitty it was, please don’t make him talk about it??? I mean, there was some good parts but if he could, he wouldn’t have made A Ding as the sole logistics peak!!!

Wait.. “Shen..?”

She laughs slightly, mistaking his question for something else, “Mm, my brother was Peerless Cucumber, he went into a coma like you did, one year ago. If you knew him, anyway. He hated your novel.”

No wonder she looked familiar—!

But.. huh…? How did she know he was in a coma? How did she know he was here.

He tried to convey that to her with his raised eyebrow.

“We… uhm. Originally, we wanted to personally talk to you, since… we found A—Yuan’s notes in his computer. It was more critiques about the novel,” Shang Qinghua stifled a fond laugh, Ahh, Cucumber bro… “…and so… we found out you were in a coma, just like my brother.”

—

Shen Family: finds out Airplane is in a coma and they visit him once

Shen Yang is also a volunteer at the hospital, just so she can visit Shen Yuan more often. So occasionally, she watches Airplane’s coma body, wondering what kind of person he was to write PIDW

sometimes she writes and reads it out to Shen Yuan because she knows he loved stories, even if they sucked

When Airplane wakes up and they both realise he has no home anymore,

(“Your parents..?”

Shang Qinghua shook his head and laughed bitterly, “it’s not like they visited me at all.”)

So she persuades her parents to let him stay at the house (they refuse at first, like, airplane’s a stranger, and they’re still mourning Shen Yuan)

But eventually, they pittied him and allowed him to stay.

(“I promise I’ll pay you back, thank you so much for your kindness!!!”)

After all his trauma, he becomes the quiet kid, no silly rambles, and without any system forcing him on any missions, he becomes so so antsy, so he just takes on a lot of responsibilities and becomes sick and is super miserable until Shen Family takes an intervention

Eventually they get attached to SQH and help him get therapy. And it doesn’t actually help much, he couldn’t talk about his transmigration trauma at all

BUT he admits the little things, like his parents’ emotional neglect and accidentally mentions something like “I’m used to getting beat up. I’m used to everyone pushing their work onto me.”

Which is concerning in modern society,, like,,, why is he used to getting beat up 3 times a day

Bro just really hates himself

But one day, maybe after a few long months, the light in his eyes return and he gets into a rant again and Shen Yang just remembers his brother, Shen Yuan, and sees him in SQH and

man

Shen Yang shares stories about his brother to SQH

(“He sucked at sewing.” )

( “Shut up, Airplane… Sewing is harder than it looks.” Shen Qingqiu glared at him.)

[putschki1969]

hi, how likely do you think that SC does by contract limit Keiko and Hikaru's activity with YK in the future ? because if this reunion live is only a one off event it doesnt seem reasonable to make such long term restriction. And if it does have such restriction in the contract, it is surprising that Keiko and Hikaru would fall for that. Unless Keiko and Hikaru is sommehow being tricked or SC pull some string in a way that Keiko and Hikaru signed the contract without seeing it will come like this

Hi there!

Fair warning, I will be getting into speculative territory with my answer so please keep that in mind and take everything you read with a grain of salt. I honestly don't enjoy speculating about this sort of stuff but it really can't be helped right now since we don't have any details. I'll try my best to keep everything as fact-based as possible.

Also, I can currently not guarantee a great deal of objectivity on the matter since I am feeling very protective of the girls. There's a part of me that is really angry at Yuki Kajiura and while I realise that my anger is mostly irrational and probably misdirected, I cannot help but feel this way. Please forgive me if anything I write in this post comes across as overly harsh towards Yuki Kajiura. If you are one of her hardcore stans, this is not the place to be right now.

Without further ado, let's get to your question...

I personally don’t think Space Craft has the amount of power over Keiko and Hikaru to completely cut them off from Yuki. Keiko is still managed by Tristone and Hikaru is a freelance artist so whatever they signed, or agreed upon, it most likely won't/can't conflict with Keiko's existing management contract and Hikaru's freedoms as freelancer. While I am sure there is some sort of agreement/contract, I very much doubt that it would enforce any sort of long-term commitment that could effectively hinder them from participating in any other activities. As you say, it would be incredibly unwise for Keiko and Hikaru to willingly sign such a restrictive agreement since the costs would far outweigh the gains, especially if they really end up only doing this one concert. They have been in this business for far too long and have surely learned from a fair amount of past mistakes to not let themselves be entrapped like that. They may not have been able to grasp the full extent of their decision (or were unable to predict Yuki's reaction) but to a certain degree, they must have known what awaited them if they agreed to this reunion concert. Just like Wakana knew what she was sacrificing when she decided to stay with Space Craft. In Wakana's case, one could argue that her seamless transition into a stable solo career was worth the price of being shunned. In Keiko's and Hikaru's case, the chance to do a single concert together is hardly worth losing that valuable connection to Yuki. Surely, those decisions weren't made lightly, lots of thought was put into them. So yeah, I don't think such strong restrictions would have been part of the agreement.

As for Space Craft deliberately tricking them, I'd like to believe that they aren't this cruel. Like I have always said, Wakana has decided to stay with them (and continues to stay with them) for a reason so for me, that automatically means that they can't be as evil as so many people make them out to be. I do not doubt that the higher-ups at Space Craft are grumpy old men who regularly take their pettiness to new creative levels just to spite Team Yuki but I'd hope they draw the line at betraying the girls. Basically, I wouldn't put it past them to do nasty stuff like enforcing NDAs, prohibiting the explicit mentioning of Yuki's name or staging news article leaks to publicly embarrass Yuki but I doubt they would intentionally trap the girls in a contract that they absolutely didn't want. I really hope I am right about this because I would hate to see any of them in such a predicament.

In all honesty, I think we mostly owe Keiko's exclusion from the upcoming YKL to Yuki's wheelings and dealings. Keiko's message on Yodel made it sound like she was genuinely hoping to continue working with Yuki and was just as saddened by the announcement as everyone else. As far as we can tell, she took the decision in stride and responded with dignity but she must have been quite disappointed, especially considering she was likely not informed of this decision in advance (she probably had to find out through the official announcement).

Now why would Yuki do such a thing? Once again, I refuse to believe that Yuki would intentionally try to punish or hurt Keiko. Seeing as I can't even imagine Space Craft being this cruel, I certainly struggle to imagine that Yuki would ever be capable of such malice. And I do somewhat believe her when she says she respects the girls. However, and this is a big however, I think Yuki is a very proud (dare I say conceited?) woman. A person of her status is of course allowed a certain measure of pride but I fear it has reached a point where her wounded pride and offended sensibilities are negatively influencing her ability to make rational decisions. As far as I am concerned, this puts her on the same level as all these Space Craft execs everyone keeps complaining about. And don't get me wrong here, I am not trying to diminish Space Craft's role in all of this, they have done their fair share of fucked up things but while everyone was always quick to put all the blame on them, no one really thought to question Yuki's actions during all of this. For me, they are equally at fault. Both parties surely make it difficult for each other and have some sort of leverage they like to use to get the better of the opposing party. But looking at everything from an objective point of view, Yuki has long ago gained significant advantages over Space Craft with all her recent accomplishments so I don't know what she is gaining from continuously manipulating the narrative in a manner that makes her look like she is the only wronged party in all of this while everyone else is either made to look evil or simply thrown under the bus.

I wish she would just swallow her pride, be the better person and make an effort to differentiate herself from the people at Space Craft whose petty behaviour she so clearly disapproves of. Unfortunately, she doesn't seem to recognise the hypocrisy in her own actions and she certainly doesn't come across as the type of person who is willing to make any concessions which is probably one of the main reasons the feud between her and SC still hasn't been resolved.

The higher-ups at Space Craft and Yuki are doing all of the string pulling and as long as they are motivated by pettiness, we sadly won't be seeing any improvement of the situation. The biggest tragedy in all of this is that Wakana, Keiko and Hikaru have always been the collateral damage of this childish feud. From day one, they have been caught in the trenches and forced to bear the brunt of the immature actions of their seniors. Hardcore YK stans may disagree but Kalafina isn't just Yuki's creation, throughout the years, it has become so much more and the girls have contributed just as much (if not more!) to shape the Kalafina we all know and love. How were they repaid for their efforts? First, they had pretty much their life's content, more than ten years worth of hard work and dedication, abruptly ripped from them only to be left to fend for themselves with little to no external support. Then they received nothing but horrible backlash for attempting to recreate something that was so incredibly special to them and now they seem to have been entirely abandoned for simply going through with a project that at its core was only meant to bring joy.

My only hope right now is that this unfortunate situation can be turned into many opportunities to enable some more Kalafina concerts as well as increase their solo activities. It would break my heart to just see them do nothing. I will not say that their sacrifice was completely in vain because that Kalafina Anniversary Live was obviously so important and so special to so many people (including the girls), we all had such an amazing time. But that just can't have been it, it's too high a price to pay for a single night of happiness. The girls need to get more out of this, they deserve it!

All right, I think I've said everything I've wanted to say...Over and out.

[linskywords]

I think the draw of WillMack, to me, and what could be interesting in a BDSM verse, is that it feels like Mack’s only ever had hard. Plays a hard sport, has hard parents, got moved around a lot, not only “normal” hockey kid moved around, but for his dad’s job too. And he seems/says/shows he’s fine with it, he says “thank you” and “i love you” when asked to push harder, even when he’s punished for other people’s mistakes with never-ending hill sprints, he accepts that as love and care, but then comes Will.

Will who has, always, always had soft landings. His childhood-linemates following him everywhere, the USNT, his first-choice college, his parents buying a house so he didn’t have to billet and staying weeks at a time even now across the whole country to support him. Mack’s parents live forty minutes away and went to maybe three games all season.

I think the pull, for me, is in the milk and cookies of it all, because if Mack had been alone this year, it feels he’d be climbing the walls and alienating every single one of their teammates, just unbearable in his need to be punished for not living up to some insane expectations, because that’s all he’s ever had, a hard hand telling him how high to jump. And then there’s Will. Getting him milk and cookies, taking him out to sit in the sun with their iced coffees, and setting up elaborate backyard games for hours and watching romcoms, and making Mack relax. That’s what’s interesting, what does it take for Mack to think he deserves that, those soft landings, is Will’s word enough? Is the offering, again and again, a gentle place to crash, even when you break his freaking windshield, even when you’ve lost game after game after game and you hate losing a pathological amount (as all athletes must), when nothing you do, no matter how hard you push, makes him push back, can you accept gentleness instead? Can you earn that?

At least, that’s what I feel like the tension in a BDSM verse for them would be, Will’s confidence and certainty and calm being a place for Mack’s hard lined chaos to crash, and be put to bed.

However, I will, obviously, read absolutely anything and everything you write <333

!! Yes I love this.

I wonder if maybe the narrative is, Mack needs structure and control to be imposed on him. But Will is able to use those as a means of...transitioning him out of that, maybe. Like, when Will first starts domming him, Mack absolutely loses it if Will lets him get away with stuff (though he isn't used to having a dom, so he doesn't direct that at Will; Will just needs to figure it out). But after a while of Will helping Mack find stability, Mack is able to be a little kinder to himself. Relax into the softer side of things. Enjoy kneeling at Will's feet and having his hair played with while they watch a romcom. Even if sometimes he still needs Will to go a little hard with him, just to vent the built-up pressure.

[th3overthink3r]

My brother is obsessed with TTG, and I am baffled. We binged it, and I looked around in the... Fandom? I know the show is lighthearted, but I'm a psychology nerd.

Btw I binged it with him in the name of sibling bonding.

Tw: Abuse, neglect, shitty people in general, mind conzrol and trauma. Progress with caution.

Not many people talk about the abuse Robin faces. I don't understand why is there basicaly no angsty content.

I also want to scoop that boy up and hug him and take him away from those people that surround him.

This boy has no positive influence in his life. Get him a therapyst.

He's neglected. I was sick watching this.

WHAT THE HELL DUDE this was genuinely hard to watch, and even the colour coded idiots aknowledge how badly he was treated.

Oh but they don't get away scott free. The little idiots.

They constantly hurt him (which I noticed is a reocurring joke, but it happens to him so constantly that it's not even humour. It's just... painful.)

What the fuck was that prank?

Considering I know his backstory pretty well (look, I watch enough dc), this prank just makes me want to cry. He smiles. His smile broke my heart. I genuinely started crying, alonside Robin. It was not a nice experience.

So they clearly don't have a problem with triggering traumatic responses.

Robin is also almost always the butt of the joke, even tough he is the leader nobody respects him.

Which would be understandable if he didn't try his damn hardest. He's resourceful and can make the best of a situation.

Like the time he got dance powers (which is just amazing, holy shit I want dance powers).

He found great use of an othervise "useless" pover.

Speaking of useless, his "friends" look down on him because he has no powers. Even though he is capable of beating all of them without it.

Yknow, like in the movie.

Oh yeah, nice recall to the movie the one where they competed with the Super Hero Girls team (love that show).

Y'know, where it started like this

And ended like this in like, five seconds.

Abandonment issues go brrr:

He's my angsty boy.

Also, the fact that he answered mind control on the last question, and it wasn't even on the board, broke something in me.

Him being a "control freak" is also played up for jokes, which I personally hate, but you can also go with the route of the Titans just not listening, ever, and Robin, still raised by the batman even if differently than in canon, in a city where if you are not on top you are dead, it's obvious that he developed an instictive need for control. He had gotten used to being on top of every situation, so when he felt that control slip, he grasped it and held on. This behaviour is not good, but he can't help it, and without proper consuling, he won't be able to stop this behaviour. He could, if he just let go of the illusion of control he clings to, a safety net, and we all know one can not simply just do that.

(I was someone people called a "control freak". I worked on myself, and I changed, but it took years after I noticed. Letting go is the hardest thing people like me and him can do because letting go means losing control, and that can be the scariest thing in the world. So I have experience, yes.)

For the hitting... Wild hot take and shit: Since Batsy was not a stellar dad, he kept robin in line by means not so family-friendly. (He hit his kids in canon, it's really OOC for him, but we have proof that happened) And it was really effective. Children of abusive parents go a lot of ways, but repeating the parents' mistakes is one of them. So maybe Robin decided that violence might be the thing to keep his teammates in line. (We are circleing back yeah.) But it clearly didn't work.

(Yes, I also have experience. No, I am not going to talk about it, but it wasn't physical, don't worry)

Edit: Holy shit I just realized that this Robin is all of the worst qualities of the other Robins. Obsessive, Controlling, full of himself, violent, and then throw their insecurities into there too (Abandonment issues, parental issues, anxiety, paranoia). Holy lady.

Edit2: Thank you, Yurki-posts, for pointing out some things my little rant was missing. I shall update it now.

Edit 3, 2025.05.24: It's almost monday, my day off, and I'm thinking about binging the whole shit on max, so if I still have brainpower by the end of it, I'll make this post more cohesive, and detailed.

[celaenaeiln]

Based on the posts I've been reading, the Titans rlly dislike Bruce xD

Do you have a list of stuff of the Titans clowning/making fun/hating Bruce? 👀

If there's too many (omg is it??), maybe just your faves or those that rlly impacted you

They do!!

I had the post mostly done in my drafts when I saw your ask and decided this was the perfect opportunity to finish it!

BUT I DEFINITELY HAVE MORE!

The tug-of-war between the two groups comes from the fact that Bruce canonically has codependency issues with Dick. He honestly needs his son at all times for everything.

The source of Bruce and Dick's relationship problems all sum up to this:

Nightwing (2016) Issue #7

"I wanted to give him the freedom to make his own choices. To do things his way, even if that meant making mistakes. And then...well, then I blamed him for how difficult it was for me to let him go."

He's so, so proud of Dick but he refuses to release him to be free. When Dick manages to get away Bruce hisses and shrieks in rage and fury and hurt that Dick left. Even those long stints where Dick was ignoring Bruce after being fired or after Jason's death, Bruce never ignored Dick. Sometimes going as far as stalking him like at the circus.

This one is post-Jason, pre-Tim era.

The New Titans (1988) Issue #61

Ignoring the self-realization backtrack, it's applaudable that Bruce was even able to get those words out at all. Usually it's just heavily implied.

So the reason why Bruce hates the Titans so much is because they're his biggest threat. They have the possibility of taking Dick away from him forever and he's terrified of such a future.

It wasn't originally like this though. In the beginning when Dick said, I'm gonna hang out with the Titans, Bruce'd be like "Sure, Chum, have fun!"

Teen Titans: The Silver Age Issue #1

But as Dick grew older, there was increasing animosity between the Titans and Bruce. It got so bad that Bruce gave Dick an ultimatum: Me or the Titans. Choose.

Nightwing (1996) Issue #101

"I know, I know...I'm late. Titans Business. We just shut down Brother Blood for...good.."

"Save it."

"Look, I don't know how many hundreds of people we rescued from Blood's cult, but it was a pretty important mission."

"I said save it."

Nightwing (1996) Issue #101

But here's where it gets worse. Bruce and Dick are too busy fighting that they both missed Clayface recovering, obviously in the end they defeat him but neither of them are happy for the oversight which leads to the final scene.

Nightwing (1996) Issue #101

Bruce literally fired Dick because he couldn't stand him staying with the Titans.

"Robin is my second...my lieutenant. Anything less that total devotion to this cause is simply wasting my time."

Devotion to the cause or to you, Bruce? He's freaking Batman. He's done solo runs and Dicks done solo runs as Robin just fine but for some reason whenever the Titans are involved, he loses his goddamn mind.

But hey. Bruce isn't the only one who gives Dick an ultimatum.

Titans (1999) Issue #15

Damn, Roy.

He came out swinging with a chainsaw.

Both sides want Dick for themselves. About 80% of the Titans problems with Dick lie in the fact that they want him to have nothing to do with Bruce.

Batman (2016) Issue #19

Titans (1999) Issue #15

They just want Dick's priority and loyalty to be to them, undivided. Unfortunately, Bruce expects the very same-only it's for himself.

The Titans get so angry at Dick for going back to Bruce and Bruce gets so mad at Dick for favoring the Titans. But Dick loves both of them so there's literally no winning for him. The successful periods for Dick are when both sides comprise for him.

They're willing to work together to protect him though.

Titans (2008) Issue #1

Outsiders (2003) Issue #50

The instant de-escalation at protecting the reputation of Nightwing and her girlfriend. Not to mention how it was Batman who wanted to keep the dirt off Dick.

But the issue is, like Victor said,

Titans East Special

Titans are family.

But Bruce can't bear for Dick to have a family of his own that's not him.

[cocogum]

Find the odd one out.

Nox: “I was a hardworking man and made unique multiple gadgets to sell them to provide for my family. But I became obsessed with an alien artifact and forgot my responsibilities which resulted in me learning that my wife and children left only to be submerged by Ogrest’s tears. I’ve been living for 200 years now to steal as much wakfu as I can. It didn’t matter if I had to kill and steal. I just knew that when I’ll be able to have the exact amount of wakfu needed, I’ll be able to turn back time and erase all my mistakes to be with my family again.”

Qilby: “I am an ancient demigod who keeps getting reborn because I am a child of the Eliatrope goddess and the Great Dragon. Unlike my siblings, however, I remember every single parts of my lives which has led me to become insane by the repetitiveness of it all. My siblings never understood me which only made my mind spiral down even quicker. I purposely destroyed my original planet and was about to do the same to a new one but ended up getting my arm chewed off and got thrown into a timeless prison.”

Ogrest: “I am the only one of my kind. I had been created willingly despite the children's tales that people share saying otherwise. I’ve fallen in love with a demigoddess and did everything to make her happy and fall in love with me. Unfortunately, my life has been controlled by many people who thought they could use my power for their benefit. This has led me to lose my mind like how I lost the one I loved. I ended up flooding the world, killing a lot of innocent populations. My life has been used and controlled and turned me into a calamity, my existence turning into an urban legend to tell to children.”

Oropo: “My life is a lie. I am nothing but an incomplete fragment of my father, my own god that I loath. I have used my time in this world hating on my creator and assembling people who hate their divine parent just as much as I do. I manipulated, killed, sacrificed, and betrayed to wipe the gods for good and replace them with better ones. I ended up dying from my weapon with the one who’d been by my side for all those centuries instead. I reunited with my creator and became complete with him as I finally rest.”

Toross: “I used to be an adventurer, one of the best, to the point where I eventually found all six primordial dofus and reunited them. I even became king and had been considered the greatest hero of my world. But I always wanted more power and more control, and my thirst destroyed my planet because of this flaw of mine. The power I used out of the six primordial dofus completely wiped the whole world’s wakfu which left it in an empty sterile state. All my subjects have been turned into Necromes, living dead beings that have nothing but an insatiable hunger for wakfu. My planet has been left in the dust and ignored by the gods. I now roam on my dead world in search of something new.”

Aurora: “I was born in the royal osamodas family but did not learn how to properly rule a kingdom. I was promised to a prince and was meant to be by his side. I do nothing but obey my father and sit next to my husband. I do not learn about the kingdom’s customs, the very same kingdom that I’ve been told to stay in for the rest of my life, and I do not help in any way shape or form the people. I have my father do things for me whenever I need to justify myself and I have tried forcing my sister-in-law to marry one of my relatives. I fled from a war that could have wiped out the nation I was supposed to lead and I came back like nothing happened. I tried to kick out my sister-in-law, the only member of the royal family, from her kingdom when I could have just told her to give me the queen title. My pregnancy is the only thing keeping me relevant. I hold high regard for animals and insult servants. I quickly become enraged at the idea of seeing an alien race be welcomed by the very same people I ran away from.”

[loonypsychicchild]

Vi vs. Change (A Character Analysis)

I have seen some people finding vi’s inability to change removing from her character amd that is a valid way of seeing her character but as I respect everyone’s opinions I feel like that is one of the things that is most nuanced about her.

Think about it she has been in prison since she was a young teenager, went there in the worst conditions and ever since than world has been stagnant for her. She couldn’t know anything about her family so bet she could do was hope that all was good and everyone was as good as she remembered them to be. She is the ultimate case of being stuck in nostalgia and that is for survival reasons. If all of you family died, while you were already ready to sacrifice yourself to protect them multiple times, but ended up not being able to save them and being protected by one of your family, your father which caused his death. You realize this was the mistake of your sister and react poorly due to trauma, and as far as you know you might have lost her the moment you left her in that alley and couldn’t go back, because of the situation or because she is a young girl in the dangerous Zaun. The only way Vi could have stayed sane was hoping that everyone that is not dead is alright or could be saved. She is dependent on this to not to hate herself to death, not because that would be her fault but because she sees it as such as she takes responsibility and she protects those that are close to her.

Moreover, remember one of the last words Vander said to her, you’ve got a good heart kid, don’t ever loose it, which means don’t change the way you are you are good like this. This is one of the last requests that her father made to her and for Vi her family is everything, you know she is not gonna change. And due to this she also has started seeing change as bad maybe. Because in season 1 act 1 she was the one who wanted rebellion and change, she wanted to fight. Then she has seen what rebelling costed her, just like Vander said it would, and that naturally made her believe and listen to his advice later on. This belief of to protect people you shouldn’t change really affected her and that is how she has been more diplomatic and got along with Piltovians like Cait or enforcers in a similar way to Vander did. Because when you can’t risk losing all that you have in a radical change like rebellion than you use diplomacy, give up a little bit to make peace, and in return the other party gives up a bit and everyone leaves the table not maybe better but not worse. This character of her explains why she has reacted her relationship with Caitlyn as such, the sacrifice of her ideals to get along and protect people as well as hoping others wouldn’t have to. At the end Vi changes when necessary to protect others from changing.

Also her belief against change or accepting/letting others change was what made Vi believe Powder was still there and not give up on her. So it was also necessary for her to save her sister and keep pm fighting even when Jinx became a criminal. This is also why she also does not give up on Ekko even when he captures her and acts antagonistic. This is how she can be caring and loving, Vi remembers the person that was and sees the parts of them inside the person. This was also how she could easily remember Vander in that monster that he became even though she has not seen anything but him being dangerous. In this example also she had learned to accept change, instead of fighting accepting and hugging the monster to protect what is left inside that hasn’t changed (Jinx and Warwick). Ekko has the opposite character arc, believing everyone changed in season 1 only to realize there is still some that have stayed same in many ways like how Vi was still his protective, good hearted older sister and how there was still some Powder left inside Jinx. Bothe Ekko and Vi are therefore going though character arcs that is more about making peace with change and still seeing the parts of the people that has not changed all that much.

These are just same angles why, Vi’s character arc is fighting with change and then accepting to help other people keep their good essence hence allowing them to not change the good hearts that they have, protect and nurture it which is the very essence of her own character, by remembering the person inside and using diplomacy, giving up and gaining something to enable peace.

[lawsofchaos1]

Malec Promptlet: Royal AU

Asmodeus is the High King of Edom, a brutal and immoral overlord.

Edom conquered Idris two years ago after a long and protracted war, ended by the public execution of the King and Queen, Robert and Maryse Lightwood.

Alexander Lightwood, the Crown Prince and High General, is spared by Asmodeus, but only with the intention of having him serve as a living symbol of Idris' defeat by becoming the personal servant of Edom's own Crown Prince, Magnus Bane.

Prior to the war's end, Alec was able to send his siblings to safety in a neutral country across the sea, DuMort, even though he had to all but beg his sister and his shield-brother, Jace, to go. Alec had known that they were losing, the magic of Edom too powerful to fight much longer, and he'd played every emotional trick he could to make sure Jace and Izzy left their country and him behind. Max would need both of them with him to survive as a legitimate blood heir of a fallen kingdom.

Alec hadn't expected to survive himself.

But, when Asmodeus demands he bend the knee in the same room as his parent's bodies, Alec understands the trade at hand - his dignity for his remaining people's survival.

It's an easy decision for Alec to make.

The journey from Idris to Edom is hard, but Alec holds fast and eventually they make it to Edom's capital and he is thrown to the mercy of the Crown Prince's household. Every so often Asmodeus trots Alec out for some public humiliation, to prove Edom's superiority in front of visiting rulers wondering whether to take the offered treaty terms or risk negotiation, but for the most part everything is ... fine.

Magnus, as it turns out, is a kind master and Alec has no complaints.

As the seasons turn and begin to repeat, Magnus and Alec grow to be friends, confidantes even, though Alec is never truly able to forget the precariousness of his situation. Magnus desperately wants to be more, but he also knows that Alec doesn't have the power to say no, so he contents himself as they are. 

Magnus dreams of Alec being confident enough in their firm friendship and trust to perhaps want to be together as well, dreams even more secretly of the two of them ruling one day together as fully equal partners.

(Alec refuses to admit, even to himself, that he often dreams of similar tidings.) 

One night, however, Asmodeus calls Alec to serve him in his private rooms with a group of counselors and visiting officials from their southern neighbor. Magnus sadly watches Alec go, knowing exactly why Asmodeus wants Alec tonight of all nights. Negotiation begins tomorrow on a trade treaty, and watching Idris' fallen prince kneel to an enemy king is a powerful reminder of what it can cost to refuse Asmodeus' wishes.

Magnus goes to sleep, wishing futilely he was able to help without making things infinitely worse, hoping Alec will be well and whole in the morning.

It seems like his head has just touched the pillow when Magnus is woken up, suddenly and shockingly, the embers of the previous evening's fire providing just enough light to see by. Jolting up, heart racing, Magnus' mouth drops open to see Alec kneeling prostrate at the side of his bed.

Alec is frantic, broken apologies mixing in with barely intelligible explanations of something Magnus can't even begin to understand, so frantic and terrified is his friend. Magnus doesn't know what to do because Alec is shaking and trembling, and, even in those first days when Alec had thought he was to be executed and his people punished at the first mistake he'd made, he'd never been like this.

Magnus tries to comfort him, making calming sounds and promising that everything will be okay, but Alec doesn't seem to hear him. Alec won't rise and Magnus hates it because this is how servants react to his father, so he slips to his knees at Alec's side.

Thanking all the gods that Alec doesn't flinch at his touch - Magnus doesn't know what he would do if Alec did - the story finally comes tumbling out, Alec still refusing to meet his eyes.

Asmodeus and his retinue had been drunk, but Alec is well enough used to that. The casual slurs and violence they throw his way are what Alec has come to expect when he is called to serve the King.

(Magnus is livid at this unthinking confirmation. Alec is too quiet, too resigned to complain, has never mentioned this to him before - though Magnus had certainly suspected - and Magnus can do nothing but seethe helplessly as Alec mentions it as though it is nothing.)

But something had changed midway through the evening - there'd been a new horror lurking in the glint of Asmodeus' eyes. He'd grabbed Alec the next time he'd been close enough and forced him on his lap, laughing and wondering to the crowd exactly how well the Crown Prince of Idris would warm his bed.

Alec had panicked.

He keeps apologizing to Magnus and Magnus has a sudden, horrified image of Alec having grabbed a knife and slit his father's throat and the two of them having to run to escape charges of attempted regicide (because obviously Magnus isn't letting Alec run away by himself), but Alec keeps going and finally Magnus understands what had happened.

Alec claimed himself to be Magnus' bed slave instead- the only thing the King would have accepted as a reason for Alec to say no. Alec has no rights of his own in Edom. Only if Alec already belonged to Magnus, a possession that would irritate Magnus if someone else used it, could he refuse.

But Asmodeus won't hide this.

Asmodeus will think it hilarious, and Magnus heart stutters in his chest because he can't deny it without condemning Alec to the executioner's block now that it's been said.

Everyone will believe that Magnus cares not for consent and has chosen to use a former Prince and defeated enemy in the basest way possible.

And he cannot deny it.

But Magnus swallows his horror and holds Alec to his chest, running his hand soothingly across Alec's back until the trembling subsides and his exhausted friend is nearly falling asleep in his arms.

Tomorrow will be one of the hardest days of Magnus' life, but he will do anything to spare Alec from his father.

Anything.

[Insert Happy Malec Ending]

[ii-meeple-confessions]

Cobs is obviously a terrible person and I hate him (As a character.but as you can probably tell I love his writing…ouu) But I think people aren’t really seeing the bigger picture.He’s a lot more than just some evil guy who is evil for the sake of being evil 

Well like yeah he’s absolutely awful but nobody really goes in depth about just how sad and hopeless cobs is. 

Cobs’ job is literally all he really has.He doesn’t have a good relationship with his parents, He doesn’t have any friends, no people he cares about, so all he can do (or at least all he thinks he can do) is dig himself deeper into a hole as he becomes more corrupt and powerful and just. more unforgivable.And that’s really sad.It really bums me out when a character is unforgivable because I know that it didn’t always have to be that way. 

Yeah to add onto that, just the thought of being deemed irreedeemable is absolutely horrifying because you literally cannot ever come back from that. 

Maybe cobs knows that he’s gone to far but recognizes that he can’t really ever be forgiven so he just doesn’t even bother.Or maybe he jus doesn’t care 

I wonder at what point in time would cobs have been able to actually better himself. Where he could even have been considered a good guy. A time where he could have been actually able to change and grow as a person and fix his mistakes. A time where he was just a corn that’s passionate about tech who had good intentions and wanted to be the guy to make these amazing advances in technology. That time was probably before he created mephone3gs because of everything that happened with the shimmers 

Since his job is all Cobs has, the thought of losing it must be horrifying to him because then he will have left nothing to do but face the consequences of everything he’s done and recognise just how terrible he is. And he doesn’t wanna do that. Kinda similar to how Mephone tends to hide his true feelings behind the reality show; so once everything was gone he began to finially kind of reflect on everything and start to really wallow in his guilt and misery. (Though mephone isn’t nearly as bad as cobs because he’s at least redeemable!!!) So when cobs started to be all scary and lash out at mephone after warning the shimmers I think there was also a lot of fear behind that anger.He’s sooooooooooo becoming desperate because he CANNOT lose the one thing (his job) that makes him feel like he’s still holding onto his sanity.his morality

Cobs is one million percent repressing every single emotion that could ever make him feel vulnerable. But those feelings of guilt and maybe even feeelings of longing for a sense of comfort or desire for things to turn out better would rise to the top once the company begins to flop. (Doubt he’d make an effort to change though)And as we see in the show, Meeple as a company was kind of falling off anyways!!!!!!And he didn’t like that!!!!!like dude nobody wants your products anymore!!!!!!!!!!!My guy even tried to yoink mephone’s show jus becsuse he thought it would help the business. EUGGHHHGHHH he was really becoming desprate 

Idk man I just think he’s sad 🙁 Typing this up in my notes app really late at night sso it may not make sense idk.proofread it like 3 times though so hopinv it’s an okay analysis 💔honk shoo mimimimimimi

Cobs makes me so sad though and I really wish people would think about his character a little deeper because he’s more than just some evol guy who just doesn’t gaf about anyone. (SAD evil guy who doesn’t wanna gaf) 

I really like to think about what makes bad people, well, bad people. Cobs makes me ponder a lot.Makes me have thoughts that i think about thinkingly

For the record NONE of this is AT ALL an excuse for what he’s done .Cobs SUCKS and i’m so glad he didn’t get a redemption arc because that would have been BORING and he doesn’t deserve it.Make that man evil and tragic forever ‼️‼️oh wait nvm he’s dead!!!!!!!!!!!!!(I yelled hip hip hooray when he exploded i hate that guy)

-Dreamer anon 

^ I have sent like a million katrillion messages on tbis blog so maybe i give myself a name

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[longlostaccount]

“ Well, I’m Glad ”

✦ paring : Higuruma Hiromi x Reader

✦ warnings : gender fluid reader , any gender reader , cussing , thoughts of de.th , pet names , slight/heavy info on injuries

✦ A/N : SPECIAL FOR HIGURUMA’S RETURN!!

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it was nighttime, he could tell it was still snowing after all this time. he didn’t say anything, the only sounds of his feet hitting the snowy ground and his soft breathing, making the cold air.

and before he knew it, he would be battling with Sukuna, his vision getting blurrier and blurrier. he knew he should’ve end it earlier, he knew it. he knew he should’ve died a normal death.

now, he’s in the hospital bed, being able to sit on the hospital bed. he had lose an arm, which to you, the head nurse of the hospital while Shoko was taking care of Yuta and Gojo’s body, you were taking care of any other civilian and Higuruma.

most other people didn’t caught your attention, as they were only there from accidentally being an unwanted person during the battle, walking upon it by mistake. but Higuruma? no. he was a person who was meant to be there and someone who participated in the Culling’s Game.

“… how long do you think I have to stay here before I go back to work? do you think this will be over?” he softly asked as he looked at you. you turn your head to the side, and think about it.

I mean, his injuries were life threatening, it was a surprise he was able to survive. one of his elbow from down was gone, and multiple deep cuts all around his body.

“two months, perhaps.” you replied, as you turn back into putting the wisteria medicine into the needle.

he didn’t know that not going to work would lead him to boredom. he didn’t like it anyways, damnit, he hated the system. and yet, it was the only thing keeping him occupied during his life. now, he’s just sitting on a hospital bed.

“can I even get up from here..?” he asked, with a slightly annoyed tone. he didn’t mean it because you annoyed him. he was just annoyed because he was only able to lay down or sit.

“mhm! It may hurt a bit… tell me if it does.” you replied, and as soon as you did you stood up. he slightly felt a bit of burning pain but didn’t say anything. he just stood in front of the window, looking out. you soon finished the wisteria medicine and put it in the needle.

“yell my name if you need anything, higgy.” you said, saying his nickname. you knew he didn’t like it but he also didn’t hate it as well, so you thought just to tease him with the nickname.

he huffed softly, slightly annoyed but also chucking. once you came back from your other patient, you went back inside his room. he was the most important patient for you. not being you biased, but because he was the most heavily injured. he was in the same position, looking out the window.

it seemed so… peaceful. the snow slowly melting, yet still being there. the condensation on the window, slightly being there. you had nothing else to do. you went behind him and laid your head on his shoulder, he could feel the weight of your head pushing on his shoulder.

before he could mutter something out, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and leaned against the side of his neck.

“what.. what are doing?” he mumbled, his face heating up.

you put your hand to his forehead, feeling his face heat up. “are you good?” you whisper in his ears, making the tip of his ear go pink. “yeah, yeah, I’m fine… just a little warm, that’s all..” he said, trying to make up a quick and yet dumb excuse.

you and him just looked out the window for a few moments, it felt to peaceful. just watching the small and faint snow hitting the window seal and grass. you slowly start playing with his hair, you having to tip toe because he was taller than you. it was a pretty good height difference.

all of those small affections just made him more fluster, making him slowly yet pretty fast. he then grabs your wrist and easily spins you around and hugs you, your fast on his chest. it felt so comforting, the heat from his chest radiating to your face.

he then softly kissed your forehead, you to opinion on each other being the exact same. “so… so cute…” he mumbled with a soft smile, twirling and fidgeting with his hair.

he then leaned down and softly kissed you on the lips, his tongue pushing forward, exploring each place, making sure to claim you. he soon had to pull away. he didn’t want to, but had to, a string of saliva connecting your mouth. “so.. damn… pretty.” he mutters.

soon, Shoko interrupted you two, Yuji, Maki, Yuta, Nobara and Megumi all behind her. “Y/N, Higuru-” she seems surprised and closed the door behind her, not wanting the younger people to see. “you two little love birds…” she teases. “well, you two would be a good couple!” Shoko said in a genuine tone. “well, I’m glad to hear.” you replied softly, his arms still wrapped around you.