#nor do i know why i know his name but i do

[circeyoru]

Shadow and Void _ Part 7

[Yandere!Sung Jinwoo x Enemy Monarch!Reader]

Arc 1: Part 1 ― Part 2 ― Part 3 Arc 2: Part 4 ― Part 5 Arc 3: Part 6 ― Part 7 (here)

“You need to be stronger. Successor of Ashborn.”

“Can’t you call me by name?” Jinwoo’s breath was practically fanning your face.

“I might. But the point is you need to be much much stronger.” You looked away as you pressed yourself against the wall to create some form of distance as much as you could.

“Why so sudden?” Jinwoo smirked as he played with your hoodie’s hood string.

“Igris can talk when he’s a higher rank.”

“Is that all?” He pulled on the string to pull you closer to him.

“... No… But… Can you please give me my space back?”

“If I did that, who knows where you’ll disappear to.” His eyes glowed at the thought. Before, when he was done tending to Hae-In, he couldn’t sense you anywhere, just like the Monarch of Frost. Not even Igris answered where you could be, nor Beru.

“You were busy with Hunter Cha anyways.”

“So Hunter Cha could be called by name, but I don’t have that favour? Are you saying you disappeared because you were jealous?”

“You wish. Now… Back up already!”

Jinwoo backed away and raised his hands in surrender. That flustered look on your face was enough for him to be satisfied, so he let you off the hook for now. Pinning you against the wall proved to be an excellent intimidating tactic, among other things. 

You sighed, finally getting your much-needed space. You fixed your clothes to avoid his burning gaze. Clearing your throat, you told him, “The Monarchs of Frost, Beast, and Plagues are aiming to kill you, and they are coming for you soon. You’re in dire need of strength.”

Jinwoo raised a brow at you. “And you know this how?” 

“There was a gathering among the Monarchs. I disappeared because I wasn’t on Earth but in a space you couldn’t reach. Two Monarchs backed away from the murder plans and I was gone before they could ask for my assistance.” You answered, your gaze landed on him as you voiced your thoughts and plans aloud to solidify it. “And my choice is to aid you, protect you from the Monarchs, and support what you stand for. Know that I’m doing this for Ashborn.”

Though it was because of Ashborn that he gained your support, Jinwoo will take what he can get. In time, you’ll stay because you want to.

Jinwoo nodded at the information, “Right. There are a few dungeons I can raid. Igris and Beru are close to levelling up as well.”

Your bare feet lifted, and you hovered in the air with a misty aura around you. With your arms crossed, you said, “I’m not saying this because you’re strong enough, but you need to level up your strongest soldiers to counter the Monarchs. In a snap,” Your fingers snapped to make a point, “Your army would be wiped out, and you’d be left to fend off at least three Monarchs.”

“What if you aided me?” Jinwoo eyed you, recalling your description from the system. “Wouldn’t that turn the odds in our favour?”

“It will, if you were an actual Monarch.” You raised a finger in the air, pointed at him and made smokey figures similar to the Monarchs. “Right now, you still have a human body. If you were a mere vessel and Ashborn was in control, I could help. But now that you’re a successor, you have to cross the boundaries of human and become a real Monarch to receive my full support.”

Confusion was written all over Jinwoo’s face, “I am the Shadow Monarch though.” 

You sighed, “You don’t get it now, but I think you will in time.” You massaged your forehead, “How do I explain this… Oh.” You snapped your fingers again, “What you have now is the Monarch of Shadows title, you also have some degree of powers from Ashborn. But! You don’t have every quality. My ability to turn the tides of war is best with a Monarch, like Sillad the Monarch of Frost.” You waved your hand at the smoke figures to make them disappear, “You get it now?”

Jinwoo’s deadpan face said it all. “No.”

Knocking came at Jinwoo’s door and he went to answer it, revealing his sister, “Hey, time to eat, and bring your girlfriend too.”

“I am not his girlfriend! For the record, I’m genderless!” You proclaimed, but Jinah had already left after delivering the message. You pouted and complained that it was just this vessel that appeared too feminine. 

“Please bear with it. Otherwise, I have no idea how to explain why you’re with me.” Jinwoo sighed, turning his back to you to hide a growing smile. 

“You don’t need to. I can just disappear and return home when you deal with private human matters.” You shrugged, “Besides, I won that little bet so I can have my private time back.”

Jinwoo opened his door and pushed you out by your back, “Too late, you’re coming with me. You can handle my mother if you want, I’ll just sit this one out.”

You shivered, “No way… It’s a universal law not to mess with mothers. I’ll stay for dinner just this once.”

As you walked on your own, you missed the way Jinwoo’s face lit up with a smirk and followed behind you with his Shadows watching the entire scene from his shadow.

In the beginning, it was awkward for you to sit and enjoy food with Jinwoo’s family. It had been so long since you last ate with humans like this, in a home with a family setting instead of some restaurant where human chatter was everywhere around you. All while you were in a quiet corner enjoying your meal with your phone. 

Jinwoo’s mother, Park Kyung-Hye, was quite the conversation starter. She welcomed you to the table and tried to make you more comfortable. Asking mundane human questions that you would have found it hard to answer if not for the time you spent building your perfect vessel and your days in human society. During this harmonious time, Jinwoo and Jinah would contribute to the conversation and you caught Jinwoo sneaking food into your bowl when you were busy talking. 

When you glanced over at him, he merely smiled, so you either looked away or continued chatting. Call it a trap to earn your sympathy or gain your favour. Whatever it was, it worked. Because now you see Jinwoo’s family as a must-protect as well. 

For the next few days, Jinwoo had been clearing dungeons incredibly fast. As you had suggested, he let his Shadow Army handle everything while he watched. Meanwhile, you have been preparing your gift for Jinwoo as you know his time to be the true Monarch is near. As much as you dread it, you can’t stop the will of Ashborn; you can only honour his choices. 

“Bellion, prepare the army to welcome your new lord.” You spoke to the Grand Marshal while seated cross-legged on a misty throne with your eyes closed, your hand in a prayer motion and your back leaning forward a bit.

“Have they finally passed your strictness? Honourary Sovereign.” Bellion asked with an air of amusement but also disbelief.

“Don’t call me that after you meet the successor.” You hissed. You never found it fitting to be the second in command after the stunt you pulled. Though, preserving and protecting Ashborn’s army against the other Monarchs till his return was the least you could do to atone, now it will be passed onto Jinwoo to reign over. “And yes, the supposed vessel is accepted as the successor in my eyes.”

Bellion chuckled, “That is a relief to hear. It would be hard to leave your side and fight against you had you remained hostile to my new lord.”

Yes, even in the end, if you didn’t do anything to return Ashborn’s army, the said army would still go to Jinwoo. There was no stopping the succession, and you can’t fight against an immortal army of the strongest Monarch, no matter how great your skills may be. How you ended up accepting Jinwoo, you have no idea. One thing you know is that you have now accepted him as a person and not as a piece of a larger game.

“Please be patient a while longer. Even after I opened the Gate, you won’t be able to cross over just yet so as to not upset the balance of the world.” You warned ahead of time. “I’ll place a barrier at the entrance so none can come out or go in.”

“I will relay your word to the rest.” Bellion spoke in earnest. “Monarch of Void.”

“Hm?”

“Thank you for all you have done for My Sovereign and all of us.”

You flinched at the sincerity, but a smile formed on your face nonetheless. “I’m undeserving, but I’ll accept it.”

“You have changed.”

“You think so?” Your eyes opened, and your surroundings warped till you appeared on the roof of a high building. You looked up into the sky and clapped your hands together, then opened up like you were drawing a semi-circle in front of you. A miniature Gate formed and spread bigger and bigger with your movement until it covered a large area. 

Elsewhere, Jinwoo and Thomas both flinched at the presence of the Gate you had just created. They shared a look of acknowledgement and controlled fear as they looked out the glass window. On the street, people stopped what they were doing and stared up at the sky. Some marvelled, and some were horrified at the sight. 

You smiled at your handy work, “I feel the same way, and it’s not so bad.”

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[greenwitchfromthewoods]

unexpected kiss - Javier Peña

900 Followers Milestone Celebration - kissing prompts

bio : This story is part of the 900 Followers Milestone Celebration - kissing prompts.

person ordering: @picketniffler

warnings : angst, argument, swearing, ex-lovers, sexual innuendos, fluff at the end

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He grabbed your arm tightly and pulled you into an empty office at the end of the hall that was used as storage. The door slammed shut, the blinds drawn. Peña glared at you.

"What do you think you're doing, huh?" he hissed, placing his hands on his hips, "That informant was mine."

"Oh, yours?" you snorted, folding your arms over your chest, "I didn't know informants belonged to anyone."

"You know perfectly well what I'm talking about. I wanted to talk to her, and you..."

Your eyes narrowed. Javier could activate all your defenses in a second. "So you didn't know she didn't want to talk to any guy." you said, and seeing him open his mouth you added "No way, Peña. After what those guys did to her sister. Your charm or your-" you cleared your throat "nothing would help here. She only wanted to talk to a woman. And she said everything we needed so, you're welcome."

Dark eyes bore into you with fury. Javier was at the end of his rope, you knew that. Two years of working together and you read him like the morning paper.

Finally he nodded. He didn't want to take up this fight, he had no arguments. But then something else came to his mind. "How was your evening with Agent Anderson? I hope you had a good time."

You tilted your head, looking at him carefully. "Are you following me?"

"I don't have to. You always go to the same places as me." Javier shrugged "So?"

"Why the fuck do you care?" you hissed. "Since I left you..."

"You left me?!" Peña chuckled, a wide smile lighting up his face "Please, hermosa. I didn't know you had a sense of humor!"

You took a step towards him, feeling your heart pounding in your chest. This guy was making you boil. "Yes, I left you after you stood me up again, Peña."

"I didn't show up because I was working!" he replied "You never understood that, nor..."

"Right, because I only water the flowers on your desk here. Dick."

You looked at each other like two boxers before a fight, just waiting for the bell to ring so you could attack again. You shouldn't have gotten involved with Javier, and you really shouldn't have gone to bed with him. But you both drank too much, it was fun, and it stayed that way for a few months. Until you said, "Enough!" and ended something that never made sense.

"So what about Anderson?" Peña muttered. "Did he do well?"

The crease between your brows only deepened. “Not all guys think only with their dicks like you do. I hope your girls were happy to have you back.”

"Listen..." Javier raised a warning finger, but you were already a ticking bomb.

"Take that finger away, Peña, or I'll break it." you growled, stepping even closer to him. "You shouldn't be interested in my life. It's none of your fucking business! Just say you're jealous!"

That was a slap in the face for Peña. His brown eyes widened in shock. "Jealous? Jealous!" he parroted. "About what? About you?"

A victorious smile spread across your lips, he hated you so much right then. “You’re jealous that another guy was in bed with me. That it was his name I was screaming, that it was him who made me cum, and that I let him do everything you did… Hey!”

In a second, Javier had grabbed you by the shoulders and pressed his solid body against the wall. You tried to pull away, but he slid his thigh between your legs, pinning you in place.

“I know perfectly well that your panties are wet right now, hermosa.” His voice was somewhere between a whisper and a soft purr, and you could feel just how angry he was. The emotions radiated off of him and hit you straight. “I smelled you in the hallway. You knew I would come to you. You did all of this on purpose.”

"Don't flatter yourself, Peña."

He was dangerously close. Too close. His eyes darted between your face and the heave of your breasts from his deep breaths. “You’d give anything to have me fuck you right now, wouldn’t you?” He thrust his hips and you felt the hard bulge in his pants. Your pussy clenched around nothing. You hated him even more. The smell of him, the heat he gave off… 

Fucking Javier Peña.

Even though his words surprised you, you quickly regained your speech. “You’re wrong.” Dark eyes quickly found yours. “You’re the one who came here like a horny teenager. You’d give anything for me to fuck you here, where no one can find us. You think I don’t know you? My panties may be wet, but it’s your cock that’s leaking with the desire to be inside me.” Adam's apple on his neck twitched as Javier swallowed hard. Your words hit home. The power you had over him was limitless. And he fucking knew it.

"You're a pain in the ass, you know that, hermosa?" he growled.

“He says something different.” You replied with a smile, glancing down at his pants where his beautiful tent was exposed.

In an instant his hand gripped the side of your neck, a shadow of fear flitted across your eyes, but a second later Javier's lips collided with yours. It was strong, animalistic, full of tongue and teeth. Each of you fought, but it was Javier who pushed his tongue down your throat, and you were the first to moan.

This was his victory. With his other hand he squeezed your hip, pressing himself even harder. The friction gave him some relief, but then he was painfully hard again. Eventually your lips parted.

“You drive me crazy,” he hissed, burying his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent that he missed so much. “Every day I see you, I wonder what I would do to you.”

You giggled. “Maybe you could show up on time for once, huh? Maybe you shouldn’t stand me up when you make promises? Maybe…”

Warm lips closed on your delicate skin on your neck, sucking lightly. Your eyes rolled so hard that you could almost see the inside of your skull. This man was acting like a drug on you and he knew it perfectly well.

“I’ll do anything you want…” Javier groaned, resting his head on your shoulder and sighing in relief when your hand touched his cheek. “Hermosa, I’ll do anything… This time I’ll worship you the way you deserve.”

"And I'll try not to be such a pain in the ass."

You both giggled again.

"I didn't sleep with Anderson." You finally said.

"I know, hermosa. I know."

Javier pulled away and looked at you. There was something different in his eyes - softness, longing. You took his face in your hands and lightly kissed his soft lips. This guy was driving you crazy, but you weren't without blame either. But maybe if you both tried, it would work.

"Come on, I'll buy you a drink." He murmured, and you smiled.

"I'd love to."

[nightplvmes]

⋆｡° | winter ball date

⋆｡° | pairing : caleb x fem!reader/childhood friends | sfw, fluff, MDNI!

⋆｡° | word count : 1,200

⋆｡° | author’s note : this is an au, i think. i didn't want to put their ages, so you guys can imagine any age you want.

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Caleb knocked on her bedroom door again. She hadn't left the room all day, and he was worried because she needed to eat. She had to eat sometime, right?

"I know you're there, I can hear you breathing," he lied. How could he hear her breathing when there was a huge wooden door between them? But maybe what he said worked, because the door opened almost immediately. A teenage girl, frowning, stood in front of him.

"You're lying," she said with a mix of confidence but there was that tone of doubt in her voice that told him she had no idea if Caleb was lying.

"I brought this for you." Caleb handed her a book, and he knew he'd done something right because her eyes lit up as she took it. She read too much, he had heard about something new she wanted to start reading and he knew her favorite authors well enough to know what to choose. She narrowed her eyes and stepped aside to let him into her room. "Will you tell me what's going on, or do I need to buy another book?"

She sighed, looking at the pretty book in her hands, and nodded, taking a seat on the edge of her bed. Caleb followed her a few seconds later. "The guy who wanted to ask me to go to the winter ball said no." She grimaced and did her best not to show her concern. It was her first winter ball; she'd never gone to one before.

"He did what?" Caleb's voice sounded a little angrier than he wanted. Who could reject her? He had to take a breath before speaking again to sound calmer. "Why did he do that?"

"He said he already had someone, but Cherry said she overheard him talking to his friends about not having someone yet." She frowned in confusion. She knew he'd lied. "I think I would feel better if he had just said no." She sighed as she looked at Caleb. He never attended school dances, she'd never seen him out with a girl, and she wondered if he'd ever liked anyone.

Minutes passed, both of them silent. Caleb's mind was racing; he felt bad seeing her sad. Plus, he knew how excited she was about that stupid ball because she'd talked about it nonstop and Grandma had promised to help her buy a pretty dress. "I'll go with you," Caleb blurted out, taking a couple of seconds to realize what he was saying.

She looked up, something sparkled in her eyes when she heard his words, but she tried not to get too excited. "You don't even go to the same school." She frowned, Caleb had graduated a year ago and she still had a little while left before graduating too. "You don't have to do that, Caleb."

"But I want to" he interrupted her before she could say anything else. One of his hands slid to take hers, he knew that comforted her, she always sought to touch his hand in any situation. "Besides, you'll be the most popular by taking an older guy."

She let out a giggle of excitement and felt happiness on her chest.

She was a little disappointed that Grandma wouldn't see her pretty dress, she didn't even know where she had gone, nor did she know what she had talked to Caleb about when they seemed to be arguing the night before. For a second she was afraid that her going out to the ball would be cancelled.

But now she was there, walking down the stairs as she ran her hands down her blue dress to get any wrinkles out of the fabric. It was no big deal, or at least that's how she felt. It was a simple dress, appropriate for someone her age. The hairstyle she didn't consider to be a big deal either, she had done it herself, she had just made waves.

"Caleb?" He turned at the sound of his name and had to clench his jaw to keep from blurting out all the compliments he had in mind. She always looked cute, with those apple clips she wore in her hair or even last week when she'd had a terrible cold for three days.

"You look so pretty." He smiled holding out his hand for her to take, something she did immediately. She liked compliments but there was different in the compliments made by Caleb.

"Thank you" she murmured. The night air hit her, causing her to cling to Caleb's arm. She was nervous but didn't know why.

She felt a little guilty that she had taken Caleb there. Everyone were dancing, some were talking, and she was just there, on one of the tables, playing with a bracelet Caleb had given her two years ago and had never taken off since.

"You can go dance," she spoke suddenly causing him to turn his face towards her, confused. "Lizzy has had her eyes fixed on you. She once said she liked older guys, you can dance with her." She shrugged. Well, Caleb wasn't that older but he was stil an older boy, didn't he?

"I came with you."

"But I..." She grimaced. She wasn't doing anything, the looks on both of them when they arrived had made her feel more shy than she already was. "I'm just sitting here, you can go dancing without me."

Caleb was silent for so long that she was sure that he would listen to her. Anyway, he didn't do it, a hand reached out in front of her and then Caleb's voice reached her ears. "Come on."

"Where?" she asked in confusion.

"Let's dance."

"Caleb, I don't know how to dance."

"That doesn't matter." He didn't wait for another excuse and took one of her hands to lead her to the dance floor. She had to close her eyes for two seconds and try not to think about the eyes and looks on them. "Just...move to the beat of the music," he said, so calm, as if all eyes weren't on them.

Caleb could dance? Sometimes he danced with her when they heard music but it were silly dances that no one saw and- can't be possible.... "What are you doing?" she asked as she saw the silly way he moved.

"Dancing." He shrugged as he continued to make silly moves that made her laugh.

It took her a couple of seconds to finally get rid of that embarrassment that filled her and try to move to the rhythm of the music or at least to the rhythm that Caleb was setting while she let out a few laughs. Suddenly she forgot about everything around her, the looks that had made her nervous and it was just the two of them.

Caleb had heard her talk about this dance about six times in the same week. She was too excited but little did she know that her shyness would end up causing her to sit and drinking the same apple juice for at least the first hour of the night.

And yet he had found a way to brighten her night, even if it meant he could make a fool of himself.

[biancadoes1]

Hi Bianca. I hope all is well with you. My name is Gracie and I know I'm anon atm but for personal reasons, I can't reveal my account name here on Tumblr. For starters, I have to warn you that this might be long, and I will apologize for that but I hope you find this worth reading.

I know nothing of Bridgerton, Luke Newton and Nicola Coughlan. Although I am familiar that they all are actors. I heard the names before. I know nothing of the lore, the fandom nor the shipping. But my close friend does. This morning, she came to my office on the verge of tears and I tried to comfort her. We had this series of conversation, hence I ended up here. She showed me an IG story of Nicola, and I noticed it was a reposted story of user JakeLDunn congratulating her on BAFTA nomination(CONGRATULATIONS!!) and I looked at her with questioning look, so I told her that, "Well that's sweet of him. A friend congratulating a friend on achieving such feat on her career." And then here what's started everything. My friend looked at me like I just said something life changing and then she seemed relief for some reason so we had a chat. "So it looks that way to GA huh. Gosh."

My friend told me that she admittedly shipped Nicola and Luke. And she also said she is so confused about Nicola and Jake because they are reportedly dating but a lot of you here felt differently so she asked me to offer my thoughts objectively as a outsider so I said sure. And my friend specifically told me that I can understand Nicola and Jake lore personally and I can understand now why.

To give you a little bit of info about me, I have a bestie (guy) that I met through a common friend. We have a huge age gap and we have a dating rumour amongst our friend group, even to outsiders. I thought about that way too at first, but then this bestie of mine started exhibiting odd behaviours that I only noticed. I saw the way he looked at our coworker (guy). His gaze lingered on our coworker and waaaaay too many signs that led me to conclude that he may be gay. So one day I asked him directly, because if he was really gay as I thought him to be, then the rumours of romance between us might cause some sort of rift and I want to correct that so I sat down with him, and clarified everything. And yes, he is gay. He said it himself. And he is also aware about the rumours of us dating and he did apologize for that. He felt like he used me as a cover up about his sexual orientation and he felt guilty do so, but his trauma about him coming out has led him to remain silent. But he also said it didn't stop him from slowly coming out, hence the signs that I saw. The one point where I truly believe he was gay is that I saw on his personal profile that he is following this painter in our city which is known for its nude paintings of men so yeah that pretty much summarizes it.

My point is, we got close, like real close and I don't mind holding hands with him. Hugging him, taking personal pics of each other without this gender norms. It seemed intimate to outsiders but we know the real deal between us. We are besties. And I secretly helped him with his love of his life, on how to pursue him while on the outside, and its the perfect cover up to be honest. Like I am being pressured to date somebody and I hate that, and now my parents don't bug me that much about dating because of my bestie and they are trying to respect our relationship (no we are not dating) but our age gap is making them feel odd but they are trying to respect that. I feel bad about lying but I don't want anybody really poking about my business, especially my love life and I suspect that something really similar is happening to Nicola.

If Jake Dunn suddenly came into picture without any warning, and if he is also rumoured to be part of LGBTQ+, you guys have the right to be suspicious. Because that's how I deflected any other romances with other people without being obvious and not to mention, its the perfect cover up. He is part of my friend group, my bestie and I am comfortable with him, but our relationship is mostly sister/brother that. If you guys felt like Nicola at some point tried to deny the narrative about her and Jake Dunn dating, you would've seen signs. Maybe personally or in social media where all their moves are being monitored. And then suddenly, you guys felt like the narrative is being pushed onto you guys, that's where you have to suspect something behind the scenes is going on. Because that's exactly how it happened to me, about my career and my family. Not to get detailed about it but all I did was I made sure the me and my gay bestie are kinda like in a romantic relationship to ensure the safety of our real relationship. He needed me to cover up his relationship with his bf (now fiancee) because of career issues and mine too. It was mutually consented and beneficial.

Ah, sorry that this have been long, but if you want to know my thoughts about Nicola and Jake Dunn is that, no, I don't believe they ever dated. Because I can see myself in Nicola. That's how I acted around my gay bestie. But you don't have to take this seriously tho, but its just a personal opinion of mine. And an outsiders point of view.

And my friend brought up a timeline, it made me suspicious because I think something happened last year that made Jake came into the picture. I don't have the complete lore yet but the way she told me about the events, I feel like I am missing something completely big.

And thank you miss Bianca! My friend told me if I wanted to share my thoughts about N&J situation so I said why not.

This is such an interesting perspective!!

I really enjoy hearing from people outside of this and what they think is going on based off what they see and having all the lore.

Thank you for sharing ❤️

[zeroseuniverse]

A Prince's Fear

Word Count: 2.5K Summary:“I swore I wouldn’t leave my—”“I swore I would bring you home,” Pairing: Wonwoo X Reader

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There are many kinds of rulers in this world. There are those who command with words, whose voices stir hearts and ignite revolutions. They are the ones who walk among their people, speaking their names, promising change, vowing to carve a future from the echoes of their declarations. There are those who lead with steel, standing shoulder to shoulder with their warriors. They do not hide behind castle walls or dictate orders from gilded thrones. Instead, they wade into battle, blood and dirt staining their armor as they fight not for their people, but with them. Their respect is earned through sacrifice, their loyalty forged in the crucible of war. There are those who crave power, who see a crown as a means to indulge in riches and decadence. They rule for themselves, their subjects nothing more than a means to an end, a source of wealth, labor, or entertainment. Their reigns are often short, for greed invites downfall, and the people will only endure so much before their patience runs thin. There are those who manipulate, spinning webs of deceit and secrets, ensuring they remain atop their throne not by brute strength, but by outmaneuvering all who seek to dethrone them. They are the masters of whispers and veiled threats, the ones who turn allies into enemies and enemies into pawns. Their rule is precarious, but their cunning makes them dangerous. And then, there are the strategists—the ones who do not seek the throne but ensure it stands. They are the quiet architects of empires, fixing problems before they become catastrophes, moving pieces in a game only they can see in its entirety. Their victories are not sung in ballads, but without them, there would be no kingdom left to rule. Among these rulers stands a warrior. A ruler who sees themselves not as a sovereign above their people, but as one of them. You fight because you must, because you know too well the cost of trust misplaced, the sting of betrayal buried deep in your bones. Your kingdom flourishes not because of fear or blind obedience, but because your people believe in you. A belief earned not by words, nor by political maneuvering, but by action. And standing in opposition—or perhaps, beside you —is a strategist. A man who does not understand why his betrothed insists on throwing herself into the chaos of war when you have an army to fight in your stead. To him, a ruler’s duty is to command, to make the decisions that win wars before they are fought, not to risk her life on the front lines. Yet, despite his disagreements, despite the frustration that burns beneath his carefully composed exterior, he will ensure one thing above all else. That you will always return home to him.

The war drums thundered in the distance, their rhythmic beat echoing through the valley. Soldiers stood in formation, banners fluttering under the weight of an approaching storm. At the front of the army, where a ruler should not be, you sat atop your steed, eyes fixed on the battlefield ahead.

"You should not be here," came the calm, measured voice from beside you.

Wonwoo’s horse moved in perfect step with your own, his dark eyes unreadable as he studied the scene before him. He was dressed in practical armor, unadorned but effective, his sword sheathed at his side. Unlike you, he had no intention of drawing it today.

"And yet, here I am," you responded, not sparing him a glance. Your fingers tightened around the hilt of your weapon. "Where else would I be?"

"In the war room. Behind the walls of your stronghold. Anywhere but in the path of a blade meant for another."

Your lips curled in something that was not quite amusement. "And leave my people to bleed while I hide behind stone and parchment? I am no coward, Wonwoo."

"Cowardice and wisdom are not the same," he countered smoothly. "A leader’s duty is not to die for her people but to ensure her people do not die at all."

You turned to him then, eyes burning with something fierce and unyielding. "And what would you have me do? Sit idly by while my people pay the price of my decisions? I will not lead from the shadows, Wonwoo. I will not rule from fear of death."

Wonwoo exhaled sharply, barely restraining the sigh that threatened to escape. He had known this argument would go nowhere. It never did.

"Then at least allow me to ensure you return home in one piece," he said at last, his voice quieter now, steadier. "If you insist on standing in the fire, I will be the one to pull you from the flames."

Your gaze lingered on him for a moment longer before you turned back to the battlefield. The war horns sounded. The battle was upon you. And just as always, Wonwoo would ensure you came back alive.

The first clash of steel rang through the air, drowning out the war drums. The battlefield erupted into chaos—shouts of soldiers, the sickening crunch of metal against flesh, the dull thud of bodies hitting the ground. You wasted no time, urging your horse forward into the fray, your sword flashing in deadly arcs as you cut down the first enemy in your path.

Wonwoo remained close behind, his movements precise, controlled. He did not fight with reckless abandon, nor did he lose himself in the battle’s frenzy. Instead, he watched—analyzing, predicting. Where you fought with passion, he fought with calculation. And still, his eyes never strayed too far from you.

A flash of movement—a blade aimed directly at your exposed side. Wonwoo reacted before he could think, his own sword meeting the strike with a sharp clang. With a swift, efficient motion, he dispatched the attacker, his grip tightening around the hilt.

"You are reckless," he muttered under his breath, stepping closer as you turned to him, expression unreadable.

"And you are predictable," you shot back, breathless but smirking. "I knew you would cover me."

Wonwoo didn’t answer, only letting out a soft exhale. Of course you had known. You always did.

The battle raged on for hours, long enough for the sun to bleed into the horizon, staining the sky in hues of crimson and ash. The once-green valley was now a sea of churned mud and trampled bodies, the earth slick with blood.

It happened fast—too fast.

You were locked in combat with a soldier twice your size, blades clashing in rapid succession. You didn’t see the second soldier closing in behind you.

But Wonwoo did.

“Behind you!” his voice rang out, sharp and clear, but he was too far.

The second soldier lunged.

You spun, blade meeting the strike—but too late. The enemy’s sword carved a thin, shallow line across your side, slicing through leather and grazing flesh. You hissed sharply, pain blooming white-hot across your ribs.

Wonwoo was already there.

His sword cut through the first soldier with cold, lethal precision, then struck down the second attacker in a single blow. His movements were swift, practiced—but his eyes were wild, dark with fury.

“Are you hurt?” he demanded, closing the distance between you in two quick strides. His hands were already on you, gloved fingers brushing against the torn leather at your side, seeking the wound.

“It’s nothing,” you gritted out, trying to shake him off. Your hand was still tight around your sword, blood still staining your knuckles. “I can still fight.”

Wonwoo’s eyes narrowed, dark with barely restrained anger. His voice was low, sharp. “Enough.”

The word cut through the battlefield noise, cold and commanding, leaving no room for argument.

Before you could protest, he caught your wrist and yanked you close. Your chest collided against his armor, and before you could react, he was hauling you onto his horse.

“What the hell are you doing?!” you snapped, struggling in his grip.

“Getting you off the battlefield.” His tone was unwavering, unyielding.

“I swore I wouldn’t leave my—”

“I swore I would bring you home,” he bit out, his voice low but fierce. His arms tightened around you, firm and protective, refusing to let go.

And you knew, despite your protests, he would always keep that vow.

The ride back was silent.

You sat stiffly in front of him on the horse, your back pressed against his chest, but neither of you spoke. Wonwoo’s arm was a steel band around your waist, keeping you secure despite your attempts to squirm free in the beginning. Eventually, you stilled, the throbbing ache from your wound making you lean ever so slightly into him.

You could feel the tension in his body—the rigid line of his shoulders, the sharp edge of his jaw pressed against your temple when the horse jolted forward. He was furious, you knew. Not at the enemy. Not at the battle. At you.

When you reached the stronghold, he dismounted first, gripping your waist firmly as he helped you down. His hands were steady—too steady. Wonwoo was always composed, but you could feel the storm barely restrained beneath the surface.

He didn’t say a word as he guided you inside. His grip on your wrist was gentle, but unyielding, like he was afraid you might slip through his fingers.

“Wonwoo—” you started once you were in the privacy of your chambers, but he cut you off with a look.

“Sit.” His voice was low, rough. A command.

You blinked, startled by the sharpness in his tone. He was never this curt with you. You parted your lips, ready to argue, but something in his eyes made you pause. So, without another word, you sank onto the edge of the bed.

He knelt before you without hesitation, pulling off his gloves and setting them aside. His fingers were steady as he unlaced the buckles of your leather armor, but he refused to meet your eyes.

The metal plates clattered softly to the floor as he removed them piece by piece. His jaw was clenched so tightly you could see the muscle twitching. Only when he peeled back the torn fabric of your tunic did he pause, inhaling sharply.

The cut wasn’t deep, but the sight of blood against your skin made something dark flicker in his eyes.

“You said it was nothing,” he muttered, voice low and gravel-rough.

You winced slightly as he pressed a damp cloth against the wound. The sting made you hiss, but you bit your lip, refusing to pull away.

“It is nothing,” you insisted quietly. “I’ve had worse.”

Wonwoo’s fingers stilled for half a second.

Then, slowly, he raised his eyes to meet yours. And it was only then that you realized the depth of the fury he had been holding back. It wasn’t loud or explosive. It was sharp and quiet—a barely restrained storm, threatening to break.

“That’s the problem,” he said softly, but his voice was like iron. “You’ve had worse.”

Your lips parted, a retort on the tip of your tongue, but he wasn’t finished.

“You’ve had worse because you’re reckless. Because you don’t think. You rush in without hesitation, without care for whether or not you come back.” His voice was calm—too calm. That sharp edge of control only made it more cutting. “And you think it’s noble. You think it’s brave.” His fingers curled slightly around the cloth in his hand, knuckles whitening. “But it isn’t.”

Your breath caught in your throat.

“It’s foolish,” he muttered bitterly, voice barely above a whisper. “And one day, it’s going to get you killed.”

There it was—the truth he had been holding in, the words he hadn’t spoken on all the battlefields before this one.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The only sound in the room was your unsteady breathing.

Then, softly, you reached out. Your fingers brushed over his knuckles, curling around his hand.

“I know it’s foolish,” you admitted quietly, surprising even yourself with your honesty. “But I’m not afraid.”

Wonwoo’s jaw tightened. “I am.”

The confession fell from his lips before he could stop it. His voice was so soft, so raw, that it felt like a blade against your chest. You felt the weight of it—the fear he had never spoken aloud, the quiet dread he carried every time he watched you ride into battle.

He let out a slow, unsteady breath, his fingers tightening ever so slightly around yours. When he spoke again, his voice was hoarse.

“You’re afraid of being a coward,” he muttered. “And I’m afraid of losing you.”

The words hung in the space between you, fragile and heavy all at once. You stared at him, your chest tightening with something you weren’t sure you could name.

For once, you had no retort.

You watched as he set the cloth aside, his fingers trembling slightly when he pressed them over the bandage he had placed over your wound. His touch was light, almost reverent, as though he feared you might break beneath his hands.

“Don’t ask me to watch you die,” he whispered, voice barely audible. His eyes found yours—dark, pleading, stripped bare of the careful mask he usually wore. “Don’t ask me to be strong enough for that.”

You stared at him, breathless. His eyes were steady but filled with so much restrained emotion that it made your throat tighten.

You reached up slowly, cupping his face in your hands. His skin was warm beneath your fingertips, and for the first time since the battle, he let out a shaky exhale, closing his eyes briefly at your touch.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you whispered, brushing your thumb gently over his cheekbone. “Not without you.”

His eyes opened slowly, dark and searching, and something in them softened ever so slightly. His hands came up, trembling slightly as he cradled your face in return.

“Swear it,” he muttered softly. “Swear you’ll come back. Every time.”

You held his gaze, your voice steady despite the rawness in your chest.

“I swear it.”

And then, before either of you could speak again, he was kissing you.

It was not a soft kiss. It was desperate, rough-edged with fear and longing, his lips pressing against yours with a fierce, unyielding tenderness. His hands framed your face, holding you there as though you might disappear if he let go.

You kissed him back just as fiercely, your fingers curling into the front of his tunic, pulling him closer. You could taste the salt of his sweat, feel the ragged edge of his breath against your lips.

When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, eyes squeezed shut. His breath was uneven, but his hands never left your face.

“I will bring you home,” he whispered against your skin, voice low and steady. “No matter what it takes.”

You pressed your lips against his again, softer this time, but no less sure.

“I know.”

And somehow, you knew that no matter how many battlefields you walked into, no matter how reckless or stubborn you were, he would always be the one who brought you back.

Every time.

[lgbtlunaverse]

saw that qin su post and i literly dont think i could ever make out exactly WHY jgy felt he needed to kill his child or if he didnt why did he have to die? like if people found out would that really.....im not laughing but would that rly even be that bad?? like would people really care considering all about his father, their own sexual exploits, and how generally messed up powerfulrich peopls sex lives usually are anyways?? like was there something about the child like did he have a disability due to incest, but even then why would that mean he has to die lol they couldve just hidden him away and tell everyone he died! or just say hes not ~fit~ to be the heir so then he could just have another one lol?? or just have a child with a concubine and name him heir?? do you remember/know the reason or was it like paranoia or shame or

There is a big difference between jgy and his father. Jin Guangshan is the rightful Noble-born sect leader of the richest sect in the Jianghu, and Jin Guangyao is a bastard son of a whore who was thrown down a flight of stairs as a child for the crime of showing up to his father's house, and the reaction by the cultivation world at large to this news was that he had it coming and he should've known his place.

I would say that incest and cheating have a different level of taboo, yes. Of it turned out Jin Guangshan had accidentally slept with his half sister that would have been more of a scandal than every single one of his previous exploits ever were, and the child would suffer most of all.

But the nobles of the jianghu don't see jgy as one of their own. They see him as fundamentally an outsider who they tolerate because he's good at his job, has access to money, and keeps his public record so clean they don't have anything to say about him except for his parentage. The moment he slips up they'll pounce on him like piranhas. Which... they do! We dont have to speculate about how they'd react, we see them do it in the story, with calls for his death and lurid glee, attributing his sexual deviancy to his mother's profession. What else could you expect form the son of a whore?

Did A-song have a disability? Maybe, we're told he was a bit slow, but it was subtle enough that no one thought anything of it (certainly not that the cause could be incest) before the news came out. But maybe it was more severe behind closed doors, and the only reason the rumours are so mild its that jgy has worked very, very hard to keep them that way. Who knows!

Why didn't jgy fake a-song's death? who knows! Too many loose ends? An actual dead child means no one to come back one day to ask his parents on why they sent him away, nor any caretakers you'd have to keep quiet.

Have another one? With who? His sister-wife?? (you name this and the concubine as different options so I can only assume)

So why not a concubine? Well, jgy has a chip on his shoulder about cheating and refuses to be unfaithful to Qin Su, even in ways that his society would condone. Especially if it would involve disinheriting his legitimate son in favor of the concubine's child which would basically be spitting directly in his wife's face.

But... A-Song was never the heir. Jin Ling was. Jin Guangyao was only ever acting sect leader until Jin Ling came of age. Jgy didn't need an heir, hence why he didn't need to have another child after A-song died.

So do I remember what this precise reasons were? no! And I never knew! Because no one does! It's left so unclear in the story on purpose, to leave us speculating just like the character are. Because mdzs is a story about how much you can, and can't, know another person. And so it deprives us of crucial information intentionally. jgy clearly feels responsible in some way, but that still leaves a wide variety of possible scenarios, which as I say in the post I love to play around with. (Maybe that other sect leader really did kill rusong but jgy had prior knowledge that that was likwly and still let it happen?) But anything confirmed? Zilch. Nada. We don't know why he did it, we don't even know if he did it. All we have is rumours.

[simplyvyn]

── .✦ ❝ BETTER THAN HE DOES❞

⟡ You and Reo were enemies. Until he discovered your vulnerable state about someone. But you also discovered something about him.

Warnings: implied fem reader, reader has an ex (not reo!), (name) mention once

The party was booming loudly with laughter and glasses clanking together. And here you were, in a corner holding a glass of wine that you're supposed to drink happily. Until your lover.. at least now, your ex, broke up with you with a paragraph in chat.

The audacity of this man to even break up with you from a text.

You took a big sip from your wine, the barista asking if you were okay. That took you off your phone. And you just said 'yes' hesitantly. This whole thing was getting too much focus from you. You stood up, leaving your drink and decided to cool off your head outside.

You were sitting around in the garden of your home cooling your head, taking a breath. Tears want to come out of your eyes, but they won't. As if you wanna scream all the pain out, describe the pain with words while holding something or someone.

You were just, hazily staring at the distance, thinking about the breakup. You didnt even answer him, you just blocked him already in anger. It makes you wonder why you were with him in the first place. Maybe you were too devoted to him.

Tears were starting to flood in your eyes, until a hand to your shoulder was there.

You slightly flinch, taking your focus off there and look back to the hand that which flinched away to you as well.

"Reo!.."

From the Mikage Corporation. aka also the frienemy-business of your parents. So practically that make you two also enemies! rivals, actually.

"Was walking around the garden, then i saw a girl who got 98.7 on the chemistry test. Thought i might rub my 99.3 on the test." He said emphasizing the last words.

"Ha. Ha. Shouldn't you brag your 99.3 score inside the party?"

"I should ask you the same thing. This is your parents party. And you, the host's daughter is out here." Reo sat down beside you with a puff. Crossing his arms and pouting.

"I just.. needed a time to breath." You hold your cold hands to warm them. It seems like they turned cold when you saw your ex's stupid paragraph.

Reo then looked at you with a slight concern, realizing it was actually a bad time to brag.

"Is something wrong?" Reo asks with a concerned look.

"Why are you asking? Its nothing anyways."

"Nothing. Just concerned. Plus, from the looks of it, it doesn't look nothing. You look tired and in pain like crazy."

You then look at Reo because of words. "Do i really look hurt right now?"

"Well, yeah. Maybe because you are. Do.. you mind telling me why you are?"

You didn't know what happened next. All you were thinking about was your feelings. To you, right now. Only your feelings matter. Cause, damn, you look, sound and feel fucked up right now. All of some boy. Tears flooded your eyes again and this time, you held no hesitation of even hiding your tears nor stopping them. You didn't try to keep quiet as well. If you could, you would, though.

Reo then went closer and lean closer to you, putting a hand on your back and rubbing it while he hands you a handkerchief. You couldn't skip the fact, he was actually kind of acting like a gentleman right now. —Anyway, the handkerchief that Reo handed to you, you used it to cover your mouth and nose. It took you quite awhile to cry all your feelings out. At the same time you were spouting, 'i hate him' or 'where did i go wrong' or 'im so so tired' and much more, and he got more concerned.

Soon, your crying was slowly starting to soften, you trying to wipe your tears as Reo gave you a moment of silence before asking for some context.

Now that you did, Reo thinks it was the perfect time to ask. "May i.. ask? What exactly happened and who is this 'him'?"

You were still slightly choking at your words but you answered Reo easily. "I-.. He's my ex.." you said, sniffling a bit. Reo knew you had a boyfriend. Yet theres still a feeling inside the boy's heart that he was actually was happy. You finally got rid of that sickening view of a man. He did not like him one bit.

"Oh.. What happened?" And again, you didn't know what you we're spouting at this point. Tears flowing down, as you give an explanation to this purple haired gentleman. "His stupid ass is what happened! Not only did he just break up with me through text. He was also cheating on me! A classmate of mine told me, and then when i asked him about it, he said sorry and asked for another chance, so i gave him one and then he broke up with me through text and said he cheated again!" You spoke to him with a fast pace. Gladly, Reo was able to catch up with the words you were spouting.

He was still rubbing your back, and you were still holding the handkerchief he gave you. You wiped your tears again, your makeup then looking all smudgy and messy.

"Whats wrong with me?.. What am i missing?” Iyou ask yourself.

Reo cannot avoid the fact that he liked what you looked right now. What he was viewing is him, holding you and a scenery of your face looking all messy. Lipstick smudged, the mascara under your eyes looking messy. The man then wiped the messy mascara on your eyes so you can have a clear view. You were still having a few hiccups from crying and then, Reo's fingers were a bit stained from your mascara.

"You deserve better." He mentioned, still looking at you, never taking off eye contact.

"People always say that. When i do find someone better, it’s still not enough."

"I want someone who can treat me like i deserve it. Shit- does that sound selfish?.."

Reo laughed at your statement. "Not when you look like this right now."

The purple haired man then cleared his throat. "Y'know.. if you really want someone who can treat you like that. I know a little someone.."

"Well, unless if your not gonna make him a rebound, you know.." Reo said.

You looked at him in disbelief "You think i'd still be so hooked up with that jerk to treat my new boyfriend like a rebound?"

“Tell me about him and tell him i need a bit more time to recover. I don't want him to rush things." You added, with your eyebrows furrying, and creating a few distance away from him.

"You don't need to tell him that." Reo answered and you look at him with a slight confusion.

"Then i don't want him to be my boyfriend if he will rush things." You crossed arms and leaned behind you, laying on the bench you sat on.

"Don't worry, I won't rush things with you." Reo answered.

sniff “That’ll be grea–“ You paused.

You tried to remember his words. I won't rush things? Why would he? Is he gonna force the guy to not rush things with you? No, he wouldn't do that. But.. huh?

The sound of laughter broke you to your thoughts and you slowly went to realization.

He is the little someone.

"What? Wait!- WHAT?" You were in a pool of jumbled words. You didn't know what to say. Reo Mikage?

You've always wondered why girls would want to go dates on him. Wait no, in fact you do know why. They only want the infamous Reo Mikage for his money and luxury. It was all to obvious. But at the same time, he's not really a.. boyfriend material. I mean, all he does, is play football, and be smart, and be kind and sweet, and be thoughtful and be funny and-

Now you see, what those girls see. Except, you see more to him than luxury.

"I like you, (name). Fuck- I think i even adore you because I've been waiting for too long to even say these type of words to you. Your exactly what i want. If anything, i want to be what you also desire."

At this point, your tears we’re already dried up, only a mess of your mascara as you try to process that this man basically confessed. “Is this a joke?”

Stupid.

How can you basically say that? He sounded genuine as if the rivalry that you two have was actually just romantic tension.

“..–No, I want to take this, seriously..” He answers putting a hand on his head as he speaks to you.

“I’m sorry, this is all too sudden, —it’s not that i’m rejecting you but please give me time. I will consider.. this.” Your own head was still trying to make up words on what to answer when you’re still processing his words.

A hand on your hair glided, as he fixes your hair, wipes your tears and kissed your temple. “There won’t be much time to think by the time the night ends. Just make sure your night ends with me.” He was still holding your face gently after he kissed you on your temple.

Although his cheeks had visible pink tint on it, no hint on his eyes we’re the least embarassed. Infact, he was smiling and all-giddy just because he got to hold your face like this and you looking up to him like that.

“Let’s go back inside, i can’t let that jerk ruin your night.” And, —well, let’s just say Mikage Reo is a man of his word.

Haha hi guys.. im back.. and will disappear again……

[sanesaviour]

Solarion (1st image is character sheet, 2nd is another outfit exploration I did) read more below⬇️⬇️⬇️

I’ve decided to mess with you little bit like Solarion messes with people lol, so plot twist- Solarion is girl, I know, shocking- her real name is K… yes just K (I wanted to call her so me really long complicated name… but I find it quite interesting having only one letter as name)

She uses voicechanger bc she knows that people will take her more seriously as male vigilante than if they knew the truth, but she also does that to protect herself and her identity… Of course spidey team doesn’t know about her true identity and neither does S.H.I.E.L.D. ... It’s really hard to track her down bc everyone is convinced that Solarion is a man, but also bc she no longer has family nor friends, she dropped out of highschool and she doesn’t do nearly anything else besides vigilante stuff (maybe she sometimes goes clubbing at night to lose some steam)

I kinda think she is not American (well bc I’m not too lol so you have to deal with it now), she is from somewhere in Europe (haven’t decided from where yet, but when I will write someday about her origin story I will definitely mention it so stay tuned)… after one incident she had nothing left to lose so she moved to New York to fight villains and help people (she needed to find some meaning to her life)… she became masked vigilante named Solarion and quickly became really popular amongst people (you can read more about that stuff in my previous post)

Ofc Spidey team is not happy about Solarion, he sometimes get to places faster than them and defeat villain before they even arrive, so naturally they sees him as competition (I write him bc they think she is man, I know it’s bit confusing), but lot of times he is very cooperative and helps them in fights and on the other hand they often save his ass from getting beaten too, but still they don’t like much each other mainly because how unserious and reckless he can be, because of his double meaning jokes, but also bc of how well he can connect with regular people (lot of people root for him)

I already wrote about Solarions relationship with Spidey and Nick Fury in my last post about him but here are some headcanons and stuff about him and other characters:

1. Nova really despises Solarion, mainly because of how he constantly humiliates him, but also he is bit jealous of Solarions popularity amongst young people, how they adore him or how they copy his style… Nova always pokes fun about Solarions outfits like “nice outfit, did you find it in dumpster” but secretly he is just bit salty about that he didn’t came up with that idea before Solarion… also I think he once tried to wear regular clothes over his hero suit but got memed on social media so bad (or called Solarion fanboy or wannabe) that he never did it again… they make fun of each other all the time, but that doesn’t stop fangirls from shipping them (Nova hates it, Solarion loves it lol)

2. Powerman doen’t really get how others can be so annoyed with Solarion, he knows that Solarion likes to rage bait them and always tells Nova to just ignore him and focus on mission (nova never listens), he actually doesn’t mind him that much as long as he helps them and actually thinks that Spidey and Solarion are not that different maybe because how they both manage to joke in most inappropriate situations… also at some point he starts calling Solarion bro (Solarion is so happy about it and tries to hide it, but sometimes that spark of joy is way to visible) and he calls him bro back ofc

3. White tiger also despises him, mainly because Solarion jokingly flirts with her and calls her kitty, she finds it disgusting (for Solarion it is mostly just a cover to hide his identity, although he really likes how she looks while fighting, bi curiosity lol)… she hates how arrogant he can be, whenever he smirks at her during fight she gets irrationally annoyed but doesn’t know why… out of everyone Ava is most suspicious about his identity, something about his movements and mannerism feels off, but she can’t put her finger on it

4. Iron fist never gets frustrated with Solarion’s sarcasm, he treats it like a puzzle rather than problem - he just observes him and tries to find some patters and reasons why Solarion might be like that… after listening to his rants he just tells him “you should try out meditation and finding some balance” and solarion answers “I am balanced - balanced between being super awesome and being super hot”, also Danny either really hates Solarions inappropriate jokes (mostly because his mind suppose to be stay pure and focused) or he doesn’t get them at all

So in nutshell they are not very happy about Solarion lol, although Peter is more sympathetic towards him than others… they sometimes hang out on rooftops for moment after long day and just talk for while… but this all is how things are before they find out Solarions true identity

Also I m so sorry for how poorly is this written but I just can’t do better today, but I swear I will write more stuff (and hopefully better stuff) in near future… hope you like my rant but also art :))))



[adhdo5]

I do kind of want to quibble re @thatswhatsushesaid's tags with "we see him rendered very uncomfortable by what XY does to the Tingshan He" because while that's true what actually disturbs JGY there is specifically 1) that XY is considering using live humans for the resentful energy experiments, and 2) the cannibalism – JGY is the one who hands the entire rest of the clan over to XY in the first place! And I don't think he's like Super Joyful about it but he's clearly not fucked up about killing the guy he's politically assassinating and he has his normalized violence poker face for the rest, which again goes back to "family exterminations are normalized".

And like . See how the jianghu at large reacts to the treatment of the Wen! The thing abt JGY is tht he doesn't have a lower tolerance for violence than the rest of the jianghu nor does he have a higher one – he will acknowledge that this stuff is unfair but he is so accepting of that unfairness existing that he's perfectly willing to perpetuate it bc he's correctly identified that's what society mandates. This is how he got literally legitimized!

It's of note that his acts of ~illegitimate, unprecedented violence (and XY's, here) are what disturbs him the most – and that THOSE ILLEGITIMATE ACTS are what gets him cancelled and something he agrees he, morally, should be killed for (I would argue that acceptance is what the "even after committing every crime I still can't help but ask for pity" line implies), NOT the stuff he did in the name of the jianghu (which frankly I think is much worse)! JGY never gets cancelled for mass murder when it's mass murder that's considered Societally Convenient! The jianghu fucking loves mass murder!

Like Villainous Friends especially as an extra is IMHO the nexus of this facet of why ''lol JGY is evil!'' is a stupid take. Because even when he is being evil – and I do think his actions here are lmao – that's not the main takeaway! That's not actually the important part here! JGY is not any kind of evil that is Because He's An Evilguy (and even though XY is he also isn't but this reblog is long and annoying enough) – JGY doing fucked shit is narratively saying the quiet part of the whole social order out loud. And he is willing to do it, that's the fucking tragedy! I think it's no coincidence that it's immediately after the shit he and XY pull in Villainous Friends that JGY gets to overhear JGS's shit – it's the microcosm of how JGY is pretty much being exploited to do everybody's goddamned dirty work, and no one ever intended to actually reward him for it. But he was willing to do it – whether or not exterminating the He not disturbing him is a mask is kind of not 100% relevant? Bc I think it's indicative that he won't show upset about that but does ~falter at XY's depravities, which he doesn't have to accept as socially legitimate. And anyway regardless of how he Feels about it Deep Inside, he knows 1) that it's unfair, it's cruel, and 2) that he will do it and he can't flinch because when the big guy in charge asks for something to be done, hesitating isn't something he can afford

This is the thing about JGY's world, and pretty much a paraphrase of his ending speech in this extra: there are people who are permitted to do violence and people to whom violence is done. The former category is allowed to do whatever they want, no matter how unfair or cruel or vicious or unrighteous, and that is what gets to actually decide what "justice" is, and all that trying to contest that violence – trying to argue for your survival, or to ask for a shard of familial kindness, or to protect your mother from a violent client – all that gets you is kicked down the stairs.

So why shouldn't XY get to do some family extermination. Yuck at the lingchi. But let's be honest. Are you saying everyone you killed deserved it?

[2-dsimp]

.... I won't lie, the Soma post broke my heart.. But enough to make me want him to pay back.

Sooo given the case Soma's darling couldn't stand or survive the virus and just became a lifeless body. Imagine the angst in his eyes after the lucid moments once he realised what he had done. 👀

Or even worst if he could have some glimpses on his memory by the way his darling was trying to get on his senses, crying his name.

(Please don't blame for being petty, I know it's mean)😢

Yandere Zombie x survivor reader

Tw: heavy angst, gore, suicidal attempts, doomed lovers, cannibalism, no happy endings.

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Your voice sounded like the pleasant chimes of bells ringing off in his head.

So mesmerizing, so distracting. He needed to ground himself before—

Crunch!

The zombie boy lost his train of thought. It was hard to keep his mind clear now that he was surrounded by the traces of his beloved, you.

For once, your undead boyfriend felt safe, secure, and warm. Now that he didn’t need to worry about finding you anymore. Since he caught you just like he warned you at long last.

But a couple minutes into y’all’s reunion he wondered why the melodic bells started to change in pitch…

Why now did it sound so shrill? Or did it always sound like that? Like sharp nails scraping against a chalkboard. It got louder, more desperate, every time he’d take a big—

Gulp!

Ah, his tunnel visions slowly clearing, come to think of it he never did take a good look at you. He was just too immersed in the feel of flesh coating his teeth… Wait. His teeth?

A cold tremor ran up his spine registering the taste of iron, the enticing aroma of honey mixed with raw meat. It reminded him how starved he was beforehand. But now, his hunger slowly diminished.

How odd he doesn’t recall catching prey, he was with you after all, his darling, the one he’d promise to cherish and hold. For life and death, but how could he do that if you were dying?—

And he was the cause.

Crunch!

The startling realization pulled him from the depths of his subconscious. And back to consciousness. Or better yet what was left of it.

Gods the bells, were just a trick of his imagination. Trying to divert him from the heart wrenching screams, of his name falling from your lips.

Looking down he mourned, seeing in full clarity the prey who was in his arms, wrenching, squirming, dying.

Soma hyperventilated.

He couldn’t handle the truth. Those eyes he reveled in revealed his reflection. A monster who ate his precious player 2, the one he claimed to protect, oh what a hypocrite he was.

Soma began dry heaving eyes flickering from the splotches of red coating his hands, his clothes, and you. He couldn’t even cry over the way you looked at him so tenderly. The guilt was tearing him up from the inside out.

Yet you still smiled, you were missing skin from your mouth. Chunks of your neck bitten off, you had stopped struggling moments ago accepting your fate. As you could only gaze up at him full of love and yearning.

You wept not for being devoured, but for how you knew he’d self destruct once you were gone.

Sure you had regrets but what better way to die in the apocalypse than to the one you loved the most? If only you could join him, but sadly the virus was privy to its hosts.

You weren’t eligible to be with him even in a half life. Nor could he be able to go to your side, since he couldn’t truly die. No matter how hard he tried.

Months from now on—

Survivors would see him, a ridiculous sight of a zombie deteriorating itself on purpose. Slumped against the a familiar place, your favorite cafe he took you to for a surprise date. Before the tragedy all began.

Seeing him clinging onto a shriveled up carcass that had no signs of infection.

They would never understand the whimpering croaks, coming from the zombie man. Trying to communicate with you, even though you were no longer there to listen.

Thus he was referred to as the lovelorn parasite.

Cursed to yearn for you till he withered into nothingness.

[hypothermiatapes]

There is so much to explore about Voldemort. Please start with anything, because there’s so much topics.

Hell yeah! I love creative freedom!

I seriously want to talk about his pride and ego being the biggest factor in his downfall, so let’s do it.

We all know Voldemort is extremely intelligent, something everyone is aware of. He was a prodigy from a young age, and was the top student. However, his pride and ego made him arrogant and also stupid in certain areas.

I know that sounds harsh, but it’s true! He valued himself so much and held himself in such high regard that he never even considered the fact he could lose, could be outsmarted. And this was fundamental in his downfall.

First, he made his Horcruxes not only easy to identify, but also easy to link back to him and find. And sure, some were hard to get to, but it was extremely easy to figure out where they were. Why you ask? Because of his ego!

Almost all those objects could be traced back to him because he valued his lineage which made him believe he was far more superior. Three once belonged to a founder and he is a descendent of Slytherin. The ring was a gaunt family heirloom that speaks of his inheritance. These are prizes, trophies to show how his blood is better than the rest of the magical worlds.

The only outliers are the diary, Nagini and Harry, but all these can also be tracked back to him. The diary literally has his birth name engraved on the cover, Nagini is his pet that’s always by his side and Harry is his enemy with an odd connection to him. All of them can be linked back to them.

The diary and cup were given to people associated with Voldemort because they were his followers, two people that throughout the books are constantly talked about along with him. The ring was in the Gaunt shack, the place his mother’s family lived, and if you know who he is it’s easy to figure out. These locket was placed in a cave he took a few kids from the orphanage to to traumatize them, extremely easy to trace back when you know who he is. The diadem was in Hogwarts, the one place he seemed to really like and ask to stay at every summer. Nagini is quite literally at his side, and Harry is fucking famous.

I’m not going to count Harry from now on, but all of these Horcruxes are put in places significant to him (except Harry) because he’s so sure he’s hidden his past so well nobody will notice. They’re also put in these places because how could he possibly throw part of his soul, say, in the ocean? No, his soul needs to be somewhere important or surrounded by things like wealth, complex magic, or at his side.

When it comes to killing Harry Voldemort is also extremely arrogant. Philosophers stone he could have just ordered Quirrell to AK Harry or restrain him once he got the stone, but he doesn’t because how could an 11 year old get away from Voldemort?

In the Chamber of Secrets Tom Riddle doesn’t even consider the hat a threat despite it clearly being part of a plan, nor does he think to keep the diary on him when he can touch things. No, he wouldn’t think to do that because the plan is already perfectly in his favor, how could anything go wrong? I mean, Harry couldn’t possibly kill a basilisk, right?

In Goblet of Fire instead of just killing Harry while he’s literally tied up and injured he monologues for forever and then sets Harry free and gives him his wand. All because now that he has a body there’s no way he could possibly be outsmarted or overpowered. Even though he was literally beat by a mother that loved her child so much it caused the spell sent at Harry to rebound.

In the Deathly Hallows it’s clear Voldemort doesn’t trust that Harry’s actually dead, and instead of hitting him with another AK or checking for himself he sends a follower that has clearly been frantic to find her son to check. Why? Because there’s no way his spell failed again, no way that he’ll be betrayed.

There’s more examples, but that’s just a few. Voldemort is extremely intelligent, but his own arrogance was what made him lose. If he was slightly more humble and aware of his mistakes he could have won, but these flaws are the things that killed him.

(Also, I love you so much for shifting the focus in my asks, this was so refreshing)

[hballegro]

part 1 of drawing the cast as various images from my phone. edition one; fr mulcahy as lore and charles as jesse williams

[vulpinesaint]

kind of unfortunate that so many fantasy epics are also war novels because i will be honest i just do not like war novels that much... the grand clashing of forces is compelling obviously but it requires characters to talk about so much practical battle strategy and while i can get my brain to comprehend all these fantasy maps and kingdoms and borders and battalions and front lines and army movements it takes up. so much space in the book. feels like i'm fighting a war of my own trying to get through it sometimes

[nabaath-areng]

Been impossible to take photos of these nails due to horrible weather lighting, but since it was specifically inspired by Ieeha I needed to figure out a way... thank you closet for having surprisingly decent lighting and dresses for being a surprisingly decent backdrop!!!

[rosemaryreality]

So...

holy shit this conversation, i have. so many thoughts.

i'm like, 80% sonic is gonna face some kind of betrayal from either dread or nine

[edward-st-george]

Edward, to his credit, looked entirely unbothered. If anything, her outburst seemed to amuse him, the corners of his mouth twitching in barely concealed delight. He wiped down the bar with a slow, deliberate motion, as if considering her words, before exhaling in a long, dramatic sigh. "Oh, Miss Thorpe," he mused, shaking his head with the kind of indulgence one might afford a particularly willful child. "You wound me. And here I thought we were getting along so well."

He leaned forward, resting his forearms on the bar, his dark eyes gleaming with a mixture of mischief and challenge. "Now, you see, you claim not to look down upon people, yet here I sit—a knight, mind you, whether you choose to acknowledge it or not—reduced in your eyes to nothing more than a common rat." His smirk deepened. "Curious, don’t you think? You call me Mister St. George, despite my title, and yet, if I were some poor farmer’s boy who had miraculously found himself in knighthood, I’d wager you’d be singing quite a different tune." He tsked, shaking his head. "No, I must not be one of those lower-born souls you hold so dear. A shame, really. I do so love an underdog."

He plucked up a bottle, refilled her glass without asking, and lifted his own in an ironic toast. "As for Whistledown… now that is an interesting reaction. A lady who claims to pay no mind to gossip, yet speaks of it with such passion. The lady protests too much, methinks." He chuckled, taking a slow sip. "But of course, you wouldn’t know anything about the whispers that surround your own name, would you? No, of course not. You rise above it all—how noble." Edward sighed, tilting his head as though contemplating some great mystery. "But tell me, Miss Thorpe, if Lady Whistledown’s words mean nothing, if they hold no power over you, then why waste your breath defending yourself against them? Why the dramatics? Why the fire in your words?" He clicked his tongue. "It is not the gossip that holds power, my dear. It is the reaction to it."

He took another sip, watching her over the rim of his glass. "And as for my own reputation—well, I do not pretend to be anything I am not. I am no paragon of virtue, nor do I wish to be. Unlike you, I do not waste my time railing against the existence of the game while still playing it." He set his glass down with a decisive clink. "The difference between us, Miss Thorpe, is that I acknowledge the world for what it is. You, on the other hand, still seem to think you can fight it." His smile was slow, lazy, deliberately provoking. "But do carry on. Your outrage is truly the most entertainment I’ve had all evening."

Juliet had had enough of men and their mischievous, all knowing smiles - and he had had enough of them and others speculating and speaking to her as if she were a little girl being scolded. It entirely reminded her of what her mother would say and do and as the man spoke to her, she rolled her eyes, most dramatically, and looked away, disgusted with his words. "I am not the sort of noble woman that would ever look down anyone, Mister St George. Merely I am the sort of woman that rather thinks a man speaking to any woman, noble or not, in such regard is rather poor taste in manners and perhaps needs a lesson or two in how to gracefully greet and speak to them. I apologize - you must have not gotten such etiquette lessons from wherever the depths of where you came from. I can only imagine." She mumbled the last part under her breath with another dramatic sigh.

"You needn't apologize for anything, Mister St George - I only mean to say that if you participate and agree with such gossip that you are no better than the fear monger that she is. My, would you really like to be aligned with such a debaucherous article?" Juliet arched her eyebrows and narrowed her eyes at him. "If I were you, Mister St George, I would much rather pay more attention in your business than the sordid tales of Lady Whistledown. Her words mean nothing - and the mere fact that you know so much tells me you must hold a few secrets of your own. Mister Heywood is a most trusted butler of mine, and Mister Erwood is - " She had to scoff at his name even, shaking her head. "A most poor soul that I have only encountered against my own will. There is no story, only that depressing souls like yourself use for money and your own coin. How very sad, to make coin off of the very lies of this column that can destroy lives and reputation. Should I expect nothing less from a man that keeps it so close though?" Juliet sniped back, letting out a breath.

"I suppose like rats, trash keeps them entertained, so perhaps there is a common thread there, Mister St George. Perhaps you should find your own entertainment elsewhere - or a more honorable way to spend your time as you are, after all, a knight. How sad."