#oooohhhhh where is it

[aparticularbandit]

....

the immediate instinct to give junko a yveltal because it is literally the destruction pokemon

[c0smiccom3t]

Dimension Dyfenders Mini-newsletter blog - OCTOBER EDITION!

Hello, everyone!! Welcome back to a new D.D newsletter blog post! This time, like ive said ever since a month ago, it's not a big one, but it's very exciting indeed! So, i guess you can call this a "mini"-newsletter post. Now without further ado... Let's hop 2 it!

BIG NEWS REGARDING POCKET ADVENTURES!!

You guys still remember pocket adventures, do you? If so, remember the part where i said its first minisode's script was half-way done? Well... THIS JUST IN! I'm happy to announce that the script is OFFICIALLY FINISHED! Now, all that I have left for minisode 1 at this rate is finishing up all of its pages! And speaking of pages, Here are some panels from the upcoming pages from the comic, possibly to be finished in April, and planned to be released in May 2025 (the series' anniversary month)!

And that's not all! A script for a minisode of pocket adventures also finished production a while ago. (It's not minisode 2.) But hey, i'm saving that for another time, anyway. It's way too soon, and summer has already passed, so... Maybe next time, waves will be easier to catch. Who knows?🌊🏄‍♂️🏖️

What's that you're saying?

"Comet, that's great and all that Pocket Adventures minisode 1 is coming along great! But what about Toonies?"

Ohhh Am I GLAD you asked!

Lucky for you all, I have more toonies comics planned right inside my noggin. So, once i can think up of any good ideas, they will be released for you all to enjoy! As for the new fans however... Since there are some people (esp on Bluesky) who are NUTS abt Indie animation and comics and all that and want to know about D.D's world, premise, cast, etc... I'm happy to announce that RE-INTRODUCTION COMICS ARE IN THE PLANS! they may not be in development, yet. But I can assure you, new fans who discover this series will get their cake! OH YEAH! I forgot to mention another thing... Sometimes in toonies and in the reintro comics, there will be chibi versions of the characters getting into shenanigans! Here's what one of our characters will look like as a chibi, courtesy of the y2k artstyle and Knockout himself.

Look at this, isn't he adorable?? Just think of what the other characters will look like! the possibilities are endless!

I dont know when those comics will be made and uploaded. But trust me, wether it's the re-intro comics, toonies or Pocket Adventures, you're sure in for a treat! Okay... I'm sure there isn't anything else i wanna say, is there...? Oh yeah! Almost forgot!

So... About the specials.

Yes, I mean the Halloween special AND the supposed to be 3rd anniversary special. As much as it pains me to say it, the latter is NO LONGER an anniversary special due to time constraints and IRL stuff getting in the way. Instead, it will be a regular special! (It's still a special though!) It will be rewritten to fit less into the anniversary type and instead it will be made about something thats the same (the gala) but just 30% different which i cannot say because i put an NDA on myself and i can't get it out because if i try to his highness will kill me.

As for the good news, I can say that there's another special in the back of my mind. Actually, its script has been in development for a while now! Just give it a few februarys and it'll happen. However, i'm not telling what it is, but I'm positive that it'll leave you... Love-struck.👑💕

Speaking of plans and whatnot, I'll have to reveal that there isn't gonna be much content in 2025 after m01, mostly because i'll be working on the minisodes and won't release them until theyre finished and because me and my mom have been thinking of moving back to italy next year once im done with art school. So, that means D.D might go on yet ANOTHER hiatus, unfortunately. HOWEVER, I have BIG plans for 2026! Plans that i can't go much into detail (once again NDA by myself). But i can definitely tell you all, that's its gonna be amazing! No, it's not animated (yet.) but it's def worth waiting for!

And for any "fansies" reading this. Trust me, he's NOT leaving anytime soon, and you know it!

As for other stuff before i close this off. There will be a thread on my bluesky about introducing you all to Dimension Dyfenders as a whole! (once i finish up with concept art + ref sheets and new renders im currently working on.) So, be sure to look out 4 it!

THANK YOU ALL FOR READING! I am so excited to show off what this series will get into next as yours truly tries to carry it on their back while its 2 team members are away as much as they can! And trust me, I'll be sure to NOT disappoint you all. And thats a promise.

once again, thank you for reading and thank you all for your support! I still will be on the lookout for any fanart i see about the series! Remember, stuff like that and criticism are very appreciated here!! Have a riftastic day/night!!

[raiiny-bay]

weird to think dhes & kel never got together in the early drafts of the story…

[kawaiianimeredhead]

Was reminded how much I fucking love Unpacking

Wish I could wipe my mind and replay it completely blind again

[fruitybashir]

Yes I love that you're updating tags as you go so that there's no spoilers!!

yaaaay <33

hehe the fun/evil thing is also that im hiding little bits and pieces of spoilers in the chapters and tumblr posts for upcoming ones and you guys have noooo idea what youre in for. teehee :3c ✨️

[navramanan]

my ability to argue in german is concerningly bad reason being my lack of essential vocab that i only know in english and this is bad because in a real life setting i have to use german during arguments. I have no idea how to change this

[the-acid-pear]

One thousand years of back pain for me

[tinkerbellinpullys]

Oooohhhhh dadddyyyyyyyy

Hmm, babydoll? Where are you?

I’m in our bedroom

Why— oh! What are you wearing?

Happy Valentine’s Day!! Lookie lookie! I’m a big girl, so we can have sex

Seeeee…. Big girl!!!

Alright honey. Whatever you say, but before we “have sex” let’s change you because you’re about to burst out of that diaper

[jasper-unofficial]

JOONG ARCHEN AYDIN: On his first steps in the entertainment industry, how to lie to idol factories that are trying to control your weight, and his impressive resilience in the face of tragedy

Joong: Actually, I moved to Thailand when I was 16. The reason I moved was I wanted to finish school quickly so I could get a job quickly. I really wanted to grow up. I wanted to live my own life because back then I thought being an adult was great. Right? So I started working as an actor. I was actually walking around Siam and then I went to a casting and got the role.

That's really how it happened! In the early days, I participated in a fashion show and accidentally got the first place.

Aou, Santa, Pond: Oooohhhhh!!!

Joong: And then I became more confident and someone just happened to see me. I was walking around Siam, I was in the middle of Siam Square, and a person just pulled me away. They were like: "Are you interested?" I was wearing really nice clothes that day. It was an Abercrombie t-shirt and Gucci jeans.

Yeah, I borrowed them from a friend.

Anyway, I remember going to the casting. Everyone had their hair and makeup done, some already had fans. We all sat down. The line was very long, there were multiple rows. This one guy just stood up, went up to his fans, and started waving. He was saying "thank you", "thank you for your encouragement" and things like that. We were all waiting to go up to the slaughter room.

No, really, they call it "the slaughter room". There was like twelve of us. They weren't saying much, they were just kind of looking at us, and then they told ten people to leave. The only two left were me and another person. They told us: "Ok, you passed". I was asked to do this one bit and then sent home. I came back for the final round, which was like an acting round, and then I finally got to play. I got to be in a series, I became an actor. It was my first drama, I might not have played very well, but I got some fans! My followers on Instagram went from 5.000 to 500.000. So I started as an actor first but then an opportunity came up. I never thought about it before, but I did like idols, I was a fan of many groups. It was BigBang first, then BTS... When I was in Türkiye, even before coming to Thailand, I already liked them. I used to record dance videos with my siblings at home and upload them to the internet.

"Fake Love" [starts singing a little]. Yes, at the time I was obsessed with it, I really loved it. Then I got an opportunity with a Chinese company. They suggested I go to China and join a TV show contest. At the time, I was weighing my options - I was doing pretty well in Thailand, should I stay here? Eventually I decided it would be better for me to move to China. I wanted to try something new and it was an opportunity to do just that. Since I was an actor, I already had events where I sang and things like that, but I never...

Pond: Danced?

Joong: Yeah, I never danced there. Well, maybe just a little. I took only a couple of dancing lessons. Everyone else is like "oh, I've been dancing since I was a kid", but I started when I joined the contest in China. I was training for about two months and it was very stressful, because I had to study both the language and how to dance. And in comparison to the friends I was training with, I was quite inexperienced because some of them had sung and danced before, they had a solid background.

Personally, I was becoming more and more handsome at the time.

Aou: Ooooohhhhh!

Joong: Before that I was still a kid.

So, two or three months passed, we actually went to China to train there. We were meant to go on for two or three more months, then filming would start and the program would air. It was quite fun, because I got a chance to go with friends from Thailand and there were also trainees from other countries - China, Korea, Japan, it was very international. I got to know a lot of people. We were training together and it was a very warm environment. Because we were practising together, living together, waking up together, eating together.

Food was bad, it was food for trainees. Broccoli and fish, stuff like that.

Interviewer: So it wasn't tasty food, it was healthy food.

Joong: Yes, everyone on the show was on a weight control diet. We had to weigh ourselves and then report back every single day. We also had to send video clips, so they could check what we're eating. They were actually looking at our food. They were asking us about our bodies, how we "build discipline".

But hey, let me tell you. There is a trick to weighing yourself. For example, like I weigh what? 77kg or something. If I touch my finger to the wall, it becomes 75kg!

Santa & Pond: Really?????

Joong: And if you press real hard, it will be 70kg.

The food they gave us was Jian Fei food, diet food, but if you think about it, it takes a lot of energy to practice as much as we did. So I ate a lot. I ate a little in secret.

Santa: Just a little?

Joong: Yes! At the time, I was thin. But yeah, everything else was going well - the environment, the friends I made, and all that. The teachers gave me a lot of encouragement because... I was good at dancing, but when I went there, people were on another level. The guys from Japan were dancing so fiercely, the guys from China were like... wow! Some of them had been dancing since they were twelve, others had just started. I realised we are not the same at all. Like let's say there is a close up, right? I wouldn't have been able to dance as fast as my friends.

I felt really bad. Because I was giving my best, but it wasn't good enough. I couldn't remember every move. And there were people who were really good there! Let's say there was a hundred people - one outstanding person received an award from the teacher. Out of a hundred people, one would get a star. Literally. The teacher would take a star and stick it on that person. Me? I never got it! It was both discouraging and tiring. I woke up early to go training at 7 a.m., came back at 11 p.m. every day. Kind of similar to Santa.

Santa: Yeah.

Joong: But still, things were going well. And then, like three days before filming:

COVID.

Aou: Oh no...

Joong: So suddenly it's all over? Honestly, when we first heard the news going around, no one believed it. Everyone was like: "What? No way! The training has been going on for months and hundreds of people are participating, from so many different countries. How could it all just collapse?" But I went back to the dorm and got on a video call with the company. They said: "Listen, kids. The plane tickets will be arranged and then you can go back in about a month. You'll have to quarantine for around 15 days". So I was just stuck in a room for 15 days. It wasn't like I went back to Thailand and was just sitting around feeling sad. I came back to sit alone in a room and cry for 15 days. And it felt like I left everything behind in Thailand and went to China, but then I returned.

It's not just that I was sad....

Pond: But what would happen now that you were back.

Joong: I wasn't part of anything because my contract stated that if I didn't have a show, I was basically independent. I came back and everything just felt so empty. I was like: What should I do? I don't know what to do! There is no way forward. Did I have any money? No. I only had around 50.000 baht left before going to China. And I spent a lot of money there too. I don't know what I was so confident about, but I spent a lot of money. For some reason I was just so sure that somehow, no matter what, I would gain something from this whole experience. It had to have been worth it, someone had to have noticed me. That was my mindset at the time. So, I came back, COVID was happening, and then my dad died.

I have no money. My dad died. COVID.

My dad died, I can't do anything. When my mom called me, I was shooting an MV with my friends. We were supposed to shoot for three days and my mom told me dad passed away on the first day.

Pond: That's awful.

Joong: I cried the first day. I was putting on makeup, crying while putting on makeup by myself because it was a self-made project.

Interviewer: So it was a self-made project with your friends?

Joong: No, with the label. But we did everything on our own, we paid for it on our own, because we wanted to give back to all the fans supporting us in Thailand somehow. We had no shows, no songs, no nothing, so we decided to make it ourselves and pay for it ourselves. Even though we didn't have much money at the time. It was tough.

Interviewer: How did you get through it? What did you tell yourself? You were disappointed, you had no money, someone you love passed away...

Joong: The thing is, I had no one to rely on anymore. If I couldn't rely on myself, there was no one else to help me. I had to survive, my siblings had to survive. So I just fought and kept going. I had to find a way, somehow. I announced that I have no label and just started over. I told my manager at the time, who was taking care of things slowly, that if they had any work, I was prepared to take it. Or maybe I could just go out there and try to find something on my own? Because I was just sitting around doing nothing. At the time, I had this person to take care of me, right? But maybe because of COVID or something like that, they couldn't find me a job. So I thought: Should I keep going like this? If they aren't giving me anything, can I try to find something on my own? Go out there and fight by myself? So I became a freelancer. But in just two weeks, I was contacted by a label, so thankfully I didn't have to stick to freelance for long.

[scificrows]

#and the song references the greek shield on the album cover which shows justice leading a soldier #saying I will bring this man back and he will have his city and move freely in his father's halls (op how could you leave this in the tags!!!)

the mountain goats’ new song fresh tattoo is soooo breq/seivarden coded like

very “picking up a half-dead soldier off the street and dragging her along on your quest for justice” core

[medullamindset]

what about Daisuke with a reader who is a cat owner? /⁠ᐠ⁠｡⁠ꞈ ｡⁠ᐟ⁠\

YAYY!! most of these are just silly lil notes/drabbles(?) but i have a oneshot i wrote aswell if anybodys interested (❁´◡`❁)

(it was gonna be included in this post but it ended up much longer than i anticipated (T . T) )

Also the cats stand-in name is Steve so it doesn't get confusing lmao

✿ • As much as he'll claim hes a dog person, Daisuke loves cats. Like he just LOVES them, especially the really soft and cuddly ones (◕‿◕)♡

✿ • ALWAYS wants to see pictures, u even have to ask?

✿ • Plucks cat hairs from your shirt on instinct when you're talking. It's not that he isn't paying attention, cuz he is. Keep talking <3

✿ • He is so exited to get to meet Steve when u start dating, at first she is kinda aloof but the more serious your relationship gets the more used to his presense she gets.

✿ • Gets a little jealous in the early stages of your relationship tho. Those mornings when hes woken up by your giggles, looking over to see your back turned to him. He sits up ever so slightly to see what you're giggling about.

And it's your fucking cat, licking your chin affectionately and placing a fuzzy paw over your mouth as if to shush you.

It should be him!! It should be Daisuke kissing your face all over, the room echoing with both your giggles.

He turns over with a deep sigh that catches your attention. You turn on your back with a grin.

"Good morning, baby." You rasp, dragging your knuckles over his back affectionately.

"No. Just morning." He mumbles, making you frown.

"What's wrong?" You ask, trying too peek over his shoulder to see his face.

"What's wrong is i've been replaced by a fucking cat! Im third wheeling in my own bed." He grumbles, lifting his shoulder so you can't see him. You roll your eyes at that, smirking in mock amusement.

"Okay, Daisuke." You deadpan, sitting up and dumping Steve on top of him. He splutters, his face covered with warm fur. "Hey!-"

"No morning nookie for you if you're gonna be upset with Steve! I'm seriously gonna have to get you two a get along shirt." You reckon as you pick up random articles of clothing from the floor and put them on.

"Don't you dare." He points a stern finger at you, the forbidding action betrayed by his worried tone.

You did. :)

^ my artistic rendition <3 man i love MS Paint

✿ • They end up loving eachother tho, Steve rubbing herself against Daisuke's legs the second he stands still around the apartment.

✿ • Jumping up on his chest when hes playing his Game Kid on the couch, one hand scratching at her butt juuuust right, above her tail just where she likes it. The kitty revving like an engine while she kneads on his sternum.

Her claws are agony but he smiles through the pain.

✿ • He knows the rules. You don't move with a cat on your lap.

"Babe, can you come help me with something?" You call out from the kitchen as you whisk.

Daisuke sits upright, pausing when Steve's ear twitches. "Uhhh, no!" He calls back.

"Fuck you mean 'no'?" You ask, genuine confusion in your tone. Since when does Daisuke not do what you ask? He practically kisses your feet. You peek into the livingroom.

Daisuke looks back at you, fingertips tickling her little head. You utter a knowing "Oooohhhhh.."

"..."

"In a bit?"

"Yeah,.. in a bit." he mutters, resuming his pets.

✿ • Loves it when you use a lint roller on him before going out. He'll stretch his arms out like Jesus on the cross and say "Lint roll me." in the most husky and seductive tone he can muster. tries to stiffle his giggles when you go over his stomach, it tickles like crazy.

✿ • Would definetly insist on getting Steve a harness so she can explore the outside world. Decides it was not a good idea when he almost loses her in a tree.

✿ • He sends you so many ugly pictures of your poor kitty. The 0.5 lens hates to see Daisuke coming.. And so does your cat. Sniffing the cam, pulling back her ears so her eyelids lift, videos of her pursing her lips while pooping, a blurry and demonic mid-yawn pic, a sped up video of Steve getting "the zoomies", You name it.

But you'll receive some very cute pics too. Steve bird watching during golden hour, loafing perfectly on Daisuke's stomach, curled up in a ball by his neck or on your pillow, or basking in the sunlight.

✿ • He meows back when she meows.

✿ • Leaves the nail trimming to you cuz he does NAWT wanna risk getting smacked. Swears he almost lost an eye once.

✿ • LoveLoveLOVES brushing her tho. He can sit on the floor for hours combing through Steve's fur. Rolls it into a big ball when hes done and places it on her sleeping head, sends u a picture of that too

Teehee

[cringe6fail6star6]

Spoiler-y

Predictions for the event, MC will have to pick up everyones slack n fuck ups will be put under their name bc they're only ones, technically, with human world passport. Also bc come on, look at the kings, they gonna get a simple lecture at BEST n slap on a wrist (most of them would like it anyway). So yeah... pure MC won't survive this.

One debt done, new one acquired.

+Where they gonna sleep? Clearly this event will take some time. R they crashing at Minhyeoks house? Cafes break room? Probably not the streets bc that would be too sad.

++Should we put Beelzebub into a pantry n just keep him there? Bc his clumsiness will ruin everything.

+++ more openly affectionate Luci. That's it. I'm just happy to see this :)

++++ I'm scared to find out what Asmodeouss consequence is. It's probably won't be the worst. But I'm still kinda scared.

I'm sure there will be a scene where Mammon "finds" someone's wallet. Beelzebub eating other people's orders. Satan throwing furniture at customers. Levi didn't write down the order bc zoned out too hard n customers r getting impatient. Asmo adds something into the food n now customer/MC is drugged. Belphegor heard someone's name n started laughing at it in customers face. Luci hissing at people who point out he isn't wearing uniform properly n it has a red stain in the middle.

MC gets gray hair.

Oooohhhhh do u think they gonna add new sprites for the event? They probably won't but that pop up stores for WHB r interesting... If anyone visits, pls show us photos of ur great time :>

[everwhovian]

That explosion in s2 that killed one of the boat guys, and severely injured another. What if Jun-ho got swapped with one of them 😭 (you can choose which if you choose to write this)

Oooohhhhh! I think Captain Park would suffer the most! He was appointed Jun-ho’s babysitter after all!

(warnings: explosion, blood and gore)

❛ ━━━━━━･❪ ○△□ ❫ ･━━━━━━ ❜

Jun-ho hated how still everything felt.

The sea was calm, unnaturally so. No wind, no waves – just the dull hum of the boat’s engine and the occasional click from the monitor where Nam-hyuk guided the drone through the dense forest canopy. It was the kind of quiet that made your instincts tighten.

Jun-ho stood at the edge of the deck, arms crossed over his chest, watching the drone feed flicker on the small screen. Nothing. Trees. Rocks. More trees.

And then – something.

He leaned closer to the monitor. “Slow down. Back it up.”

Nam-hyuk nodded and guided the drone with practiced fingers. The camera panned over the trees, shadows shifting with the movement of branches.

“There,” Jun-ho said, pointing. “Zoom in.”

Nam-hyuk adjusted the drone’s angle. Through the gaps in the trees, something metallic gleamed faintly beneath layers of moss and overgrowth. It was rectangular, unnatural. Definitely not just a rock.

Jun-ho pointed. “That look like a door to you?”

Mercenary Kim came up beside him, squinting at the screen. “Could be. Could be a hatch, or some kind of old bunker.”

Jun-ho turned to Kim, who was already nodding. “We’ll go check it out.”

He didn’t need to say more.

They moved quickly. Jun-ho, Kim, and four others climbed into the skiff and made for shore. The short ride to shore felt longer than it should have. Every time he looked at the treeline, it felt like the island was watching them.

Something was wrong with this place.

They landed just beyond the treeline, boots hitting damp earth. Jun-ho led them through underbrush and low-hanging branches, eyes locked on the handheld monitor as the drone continued to hover above their position.

When they reached the clearing, he spotted the hatch immediately.

Old. Rusted. Covered in thick moss. It was sunken into the earth like it had been hidden for decades.

He crouched, brushing a hand over the surface. The metal was cool, flaking with rust. But beneath the decay, it was solid.

“Definitely a door,” he muttered.

Kim stepped beside him, gaze sharp. “You want to send someone in?”

Jun-ho nodded, then started to rise – but paused.

Something in him didn’t sit right.

His gut twisted.

He looked over at Kim. “I’ll go first.”

Kim didn’t question it. Just gave a sharp nod. “I’ll cover you.”

Jun-ho approached the hatch. One of the younger men followed – a soldier named Jung, a little too eager, always trying to prove himself. Before Jun-ho could speak, Jung stepped forward, crouching beside the hatch.

“I’ve got it,” Jung said quickly.

Jun-ho started to object, but he was already crouched, slipping fingers under the rusted lip.

The metal groaned.

Jun-ho’s instincts screamed, but before he could say anything –

Boom.

The blast tore through the clearing, bright and fast and hot.

A burst of white-hot air slammed into him like a freight train. Jun-ho felt himself lifted – no, thrown – off his feet, the trees spinning above him. His body hit the ground hard, the wind knocked out of his lungs, pain blooming in his side like fire.

Then came the ringing.

The world was distant and dull, muffled like he’d been plunged underwater. He tasted iron. Something warm trickled down the side of his face. His ears screamed with static. His chest heaved, but the air wasn’t coming fast enough.

Dirt rained down. Leaves. Smoke.

He blinked up at the sky, trying to move, but his limbs didn’t want to obey. His fingers twitched. Everything hurt. His side felt like it was caving in.

Through the ringing, he thought he heard shouting.

Maybe it was his name. Maybe not.

Jun-ho closed his eyes, just for a second.

Just to breathe.

❛ ━━━━━━･❪ ○△□ ❫ ･━━━━━━ ❜

The skiff was still thirty meters out, but the dark smear along Kim’s sleeve and the frantic way the men moved told Captain Park everything he needed to know.

Something had gone wrong.

He stiffened, stepping forward, fists clenched so tight his knuckles cracked. The drone feed had gone black minutes earlier – static, then silence. Nam-hyuk had tried to regain the signal, but the island swallowed it whole. And then they’d heard the sound. Muffled through the trees. An explosion.

Park had known. He just hadn’t let himself believe it.

Now the skiff was closing in, the engine roaring louder, and he could make out more details. Kim was at the bow, shouting something to the men behind him. Two soldiers flanked a slumped figure between them. Their movements were rushed, uncoordinated.

Park took a step forward. Then another.

His gut was already sinking.

By the time the skiff slammed against the hull, he was at the edge, leaning over.

That’s when he saw Jun-ho.

His head lolled forward with each bounce of the skiff, blood streaking down the side of his face. His vest was half burned, part of his shirt torn and soaked through with dark red. One arm dangled uselessly at his side.

No. No, no, no.

Kim climbed up first, then turned back to haul Jun-ho up by the vest – rough, fast, desperate. One of the others scrambled up to help. Jun-ho’s body slumped between them like a puppet with cut strings. Park’s stomach dropped. He didn’t even register moving until he was grabbing the edge of the boat, helping them haul Jun-ho up and onto the deck. The weight of him – the dead weight – made Park’s lungs seize.

Not dead. Not dead. Not dead. Not dead. Please.

Kim’s voice was rough. “Hatch was rigged. We didn’t see it in time.”

Blood soaked through the fabric of Jun-ho’s shirt and vest, and Park couldn’t even tell where half the injuries began. His hands hovered over Jun-ho’s chest, not knowing where to touch. Everything looked wrong. Burn marks across his side, a cut on his temple still leaking blood. Shallow breaths, uneven.

“Shit,” he whispered. “Shit, shit.”

He pressed two fingers to Jun-ho’s neck.

A pulse.

But faint.

And that was somehow worse. He let out a breath that didn’t help. His lungs still felt tight.

Woo-seok hovered nearby. “Is he –?”

“He’s alive,” Park snapped. “Barely.”

He looked down at Jun-ho again – pale, barely breathing. Blood crusted at his temple. His lips were parted like he was trying to breathe through pain. He looked younger somehow. Vulnerable. And Park –

Park’s mind spiraled.

This wasn’t supposed to happen. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

He couldn’t stop thinking about the call.

That day years ago, when he’d picked up the phone and heard that voice – calm, unreadable, always three steps ahead. “He’s alive?”

“Barely,” Park had said, still soaked from dragging Jun-ho’s near-lifeless body out of the water. “I got to him just in time.”

“Good. Get him to a hospital. Make sure they don’t ask questions.”

There had been a pause, heavy.

“Once he’s stable, I want you to stay close. Keep him out of trouble.”

“I’m not a damn babysitter,” Park had said. “He’s a grown man.”

“Make sure he doesn’t die. That’s an order.”

Park hadn’t asked why. He hadn’t dared.

So he did it. Fished Jun-ho out of the water, half-drowned and full of secrets. Got him stitched up, kept the paperwork clean, kept the questions quieter.

Park had almost laughed back then. He’d figured it’d be a week, two at most. Long enough for Jun-ho to get bored and quit chasing shadows. Long enough for him to realize the trail was cold. That there was no rabbit at the end of the hole.

But Jun-ho hadn’t quit. Hadn’t slowed down. If anything, he got sharper. More relentless. He asked the right questions, noticed too much, pushed too far.

And somewhere in the middle of all that, Park had stopped seeing him as just the Front Man’s brother.

The kid had grit. Stubbornness. That dry, infuriating way of calling out bullshit without saying much. He was easy to like if you weren’t trying not to. Park had ended up sharing meals with him, cracking dumb jokes over coffee, covering for him when things got too close.

He’d told himself it was part of the job.

That was the lie.

And now he was watching that same kid bleed out on the floor of his boat.

Park squeezed his eyes shut for a second.

He was so screwed.

What the hell was he going to tell the Front Man? That his little brother got caught in an explosion? That he let the one person he was supposed to look out for walk right into a trap?

He could hear a soldier calling for evac in the background, could feel the boat rocking gently underfoot – but all of it faded beneath the roar in his own head.

Because if Jun-ho didn’t make it –

If he died on this deck, in Park’s arms –

The Front Man would destroy him.

He could see it now. Not yelling. Not rage.

Worse.

Stillness. Silence. That awful cold mask – not the literal one, the real one. The one behind the voice. The stare that didn’t blink. The pause that came before judgment.

Park’s pulse hammered in his ears.

Would the Front Man kill him?

Probably not right away. No, he’d do something worse. Something patient. Something cruel in its precision. The kind of punishment that made you wish for death.

Park could see himself being sent back to the mainland, quietly removed from everything he knew. A slow, quiet erasure. He’d vanish like so many others had. Name scrubbed from records. Disappeared.

Or maybe he wouldn’t be sent away.

Maybe he’d be kept close.

As a reminder.

The Front Man would make sure he felt it every day – every breath, every shift, every glance. Like ice under his skin.

Jun-ho still wasn’t moving.

Park held pressure to the wound on his side, but the blood didn’t stop. It seeped through his gloves, warm and terrifying. The medical kit rattled as the boat swayed, useless under his hands.

“If you die…” Park hissed, more to himself than anyone else, “your brother’s gonna kill me.”

And maybe that’d be easier than living with this.

He didn’t look up. He didn’t move. He just stayed there, fingers curled tight over Jun-ho’s ribs, holding on like he could keep him tethered.

❛ ━━━━━━･❪ ○△□ ❫ ･━━━━━━ ❜

(AN: Am I happy with this? Eh. It's fine, I guess.)

[nalyra-dreaming]

COMMENTS on 2x07 - SPOILERS

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . *FIRST OFF: GOD HAVE I CRIED *No breath, no relief, all the pain This… contains a lot of swearing. . . . . . . .

The fucking rat box - there is a significant time gap between Claudia being shoved in there and her on stage. I BET that will become "that" time frame later, when Armand.... finally gets to it.

Btw, the iron boxes... an iron entrapment. I'm not sure if deliberate, but there is a piece of lore from Blood Communion that could come into play here IF they should pick it up again, later on

I’m glad they made the mental influence clear right away. Like… it’s not even subtle. And Lestat acting weird AF isn’t subtle either. It’s clear. It’s scripted. It’s the “last play”. It’s been “designed, and rehearsed.”

The Achilles’ heel slashed is so… vicious

Louis sensing and smelling Lestat… oh honey

Like that they referred to “the old place” for the other theater

Them making him swear on her diary is sooooo…💀

Santiago is so PLEASED when Lestat returns to script lol… we don’t see it but I wonder how many of the jury it took

A story of love... 💀

They are using the music box music … the fuckers

Awwww Armand being “punished” to watch… nawwwwww glad Daniel is not buying it either... and by Sam, the playwright... with a scythe... nawww. Okay, everybody buying that after that little restaurant display raise their hands, lmao.

That Lestat sleeping in the dirt is just... wrong. We already KNOW he returned to Paris twice. Another hint!!!

The repeated hint at the “ancient blood”… very on the nose

Their eye contact

Them trying to make it seem as if Louis “hunted” Lestat… lmao. As if Louis could have if Lestat would not have wanted him to????

Santiago prompting Lestat…. they seem to have pushed the narrative into his mind

on a random note: the blue contacts look so much better this season???

Oh…. Lestat SNAPPING at “fags” - loved it - so fantastically intense and creepy

“where lies their disgust now”?

Lestat making that man feel what he feels - WHY didn’t you just show this to Louis?????

THE HAIR CHANGED!!! There is that strand again! And the perfect hair in other scenes!!! INFLUENCED!! Manipulated!! I’ve been fucking saying.

OOOOHHHHH MY GOD Claudia’s turning … Louis knowing about the laws, did Louis really promise to stay???? I mean that’s just bargaining, and Louis just… begging… oh god, AND THEN THE FUCKING CUT TO ARMAND’s LOOK OH YOU FUCKER

“you were manipulated into it”… yeah. Say it, Santiago

God. Lestat there. And Louis the way he sees him.

Lestat confirming that Louis did not share affection with him anymore, as said, for years

Yeah, no, Lestat’s pose there for the Antoinette reveal is totally… natural 💀

God, Claudia cackling at Lestat saying “she’s the best of my vampiric self”… 😭

Ep5 revisit. Uhhhhh boy did they expand on what we already knew. And I KNEW something happened in the coffin room that made Lestat snap!! I KNEW IT! Okay, they kept the weird logistics of the fall (for now at least), but… yeah. This makes at least… more sense than before, I guess. Also, Lestat fully breaking script and admitting it. KNOWING he had hurt Louis there. Knowing. (I still stand by the Amel theory for the outside part and the comment in 1x06. Since they are taking from Prince Lestat….)

“A wolf congratulated for not killing her pup”!!!!!!!!

Louis is wearing something other than black again!!!!

“and then - something real” - and Armand chiming in… how… inconspicuous 💅🏼

A Stoning. Indeed.

I’m not sure how much I believe of them waking Lestat tbh… like... with the supposed trial rehearsals... and the crossing over... nawwwww

That eating blood with a spoon is so… inefficient. Like, they drink so much more???? What kind of blood is that to savor it like that? Must be special??? Or it's just show.

Oh god. Madeleine choosing Claudia. She is my coven. God.

Ugh. Lestat breaking script for Claudia. AND BY GOD I HOPE CLAUDIA FULFILLS THAT PROMISE

Oohhhhwwwwwww and Armand working SO HARD ON SAVING LOUIS!!!!! YOU LITTLE…. GNAAAHHHHH I don’t even have a word. "bites something"

God the pebbles/rocks. The entombment. And the SAME stones at the Dubai tree…

Lestat, swaying on his feet

So. Armand tells us of Claudia facing her death bravely. And defiantly. And the stare of shock and pain on Lestat’s face. Armand… the last to know the truth… for now. -.-

PREVIEW

And Armand getting Louis out.. afterwards. When… the coven did not care anymore, right??????? Mh hmmm.

Louis getting their asses

Louis going to kill Lestat??? MHHHH

EPISODE INSIDER

"it’s a fake setup - props in a play". Yeah. THAT.

Claudia doesn’t give an inch - "she knows she’s right"

“She has Lestat’s blood - if they do anything, it’s come back with a vengeance”!!!!!!!!!!! YES PLEASE 😭

Claudia’s death represents Louis’ last connection to this world

“[Claudia] was a brilliant vampire.

IN - fucking - DEED

God, what an episode.

I am... somewhat irritated that the reshot the turning and did not really revisit murder night, because the discrepancies there still stand. Except they have always intended to return to it in s3, which might make sense. Still. A bit weird, all of it. And Lestat breaking out of the control and script to admit to hurting Louis. 😭

God.

[vibrant-the-artist]

Alright, the battle cats won. Here's some Hollyleaf and Lionblaze refs (+my thought process) I'll do their brother tomorrow.

oooohhhhh you want to commission me so badlllyyyy

A few thoughts went into Hollyleaf's design, one being 'Hey remember how Squirrelflight got that one white paw in reference to Scourge?" yeah, that. I decided to push that aspect here as well, with a lighter colored paw and a spiked marking around her neck. something something staying smaller than her brothers no matter how hard she tried.

Now the braid (and other wild hairstyles I'll be giving the cats) mainly comes from me going 'Fuck you this is a fantasy book series' but also because I think it can put more into each cats' personality if I give them this extra design trait that I can play with easily.

Hollyleaf, to my memory, starts off as a very careful kind of cat. Eager to prove herself and prove that she can be an important asset to the clan. As such I thought it would be fitting to give her a braid that mirrored this aspect, a piece of herself that she would need to spend time doing up in order to appear presentable to those around her (at least in her own eyes).

Obviously near the end of the arc the braid is coming undone, she can't maintain it when there are other things to worry about. When she gets trapped in the tunnels she chops it all off with Fallen Leaves' help, since, y'know, staying in a tight underground space with a long braid isn't ideal.

Hehe Lionblaze with a lion mane. I'm so original.

I wanted to try and keep a consistent roundness to the faces of the three to at least give them all something in common. Hollyeaf has a soft face but a spiky body, Lionblaze has a round face but a short and bulky build.

I also decided to keep the general idea from my last iteration of Lionblaze where he had a slow fire gradient to him.

Don't worry about old man Lionblaze having a braid with holly berries. It's fine. I decided to tell a lot of his age, once again, through hairstyle. With his apprentice form having a messy mop he doesn't know what to do with, to his prime having one that can actually resemble a lions mane, right back to messy mop when he's a granddad who's too old and too tired to care. Never change, Lionblaze.

Why the fuck does he have great grandkids.

[ragzonacamrencruise]

What do you think of an Azutara idea where Azula gets sick and Katara takes care of her?

oooohhhhh it could go smthn like . . . . hmmm . . . okay hear meowt-

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The time Azula spent in the mental institution only solidified her deteriorating physical condition. Katara knew, that if threatened, Azula could easily take her down with a single blow. But that doesn't hold true when she's literally a walking skeleton, with the constant threat of dismantling and falling in a pile of weak bones.

She won't admit it though. Her bloodcells are fighting for their lives and Katara could practically hear Azula's muscles screaming out in pain when she goes around and performs exceptionally hard katas in the name of training and keeping her body fit.

It's only been two months since Azula was finally allowed out of the institution after two excruciatingly long years of torture with mirrors and chains. She was in no shape to even sit up properly without help when she first arrived.

A weak immune system is only one of the many gifts the institution provided her, along with nail scratches on random places of her body and her unevenly cut hair.

Azula is a morning person, Katara soon comes to find. She wakes up every morning to meditate and practice her katas. She knows it wasn't a luxury she had in the institution so Azula was adamant on continuing it to get back in shape. And Katara was adamant on keeping an eye on her every morning so that she doesn't do anything stupid. Like collapsing on the floor after a spinning kick like she did two days ago, or something like that.

Azula's better now though. She's gained a little weight in these couple of months and is slowly reverting back to her old self again. Colour is back in her face and the barber did an excellent job by cutting her hair in way that the uneven chunks were no longer odd but in place with the rest of her hair precisely. She has her hair up in a top-knot, the rest of it falling freely down her shoulder with her signature strands of hair framing the sides of her face. She looks . . .

Katara struggles to find the exact word to describe Azula as she watches her meditate facing her in an open courtyard built for training and practice.

Different.

Katara settles on that.

Somedays, she even joins her when Azula trained. Simply because she feels the need to get closer to the firebender in case she falls or . . . something Katara wasn't sure about. She just needed to make sure, up close that the princess was okay.

Azula lets out a gentle sneeze and that immediately brings Katara out of her thoughts. She frowns when the firebender lets out a follow up sneeze, but this time stronger than it's predecessor. She sniffs a bit before resuming her disrupted meditation session.

"Your Highness . . ." Katara trails off, worried. She never calls Azula by her name in open spaces like this. She simply cannot when Azula's posture oozes regal elegance. But she's always 'Azula' in her head. Especially during their healing sessions behind closed doors where no one was allowed till the session gets over.

"What?" Azula says softly, still with her eyes closed. Her tone has a hint of annoyance at the disruption to her meditation again, but nothing more.

Katara's face is riddled with worry. "Are you catching a cold?"

Azula scowls. Katara's not sure how she can do that even with her eyes closed. "No. And even if I am, it's no concern of yours."

Katara eyes her suspiciously. These past two months have been hard. Katara's sole job was to break down Azula's walls brick by brick so that the princess would allow herself to be taken care of. Azula's been reluctant in letting Katara do it for her. But Katara, being Katara with her stubborn, adamant self, would take none of the firebender's protests. Azula had given up on day four.

Katara rises up from her seat at the edge of the courtyard to go and plop down right infront of the princess. She runs her eyes over the perfectly chiseled face, looking for anything out of place. However, she gets distracted once with the firebender's full lips, but she steadies her eyes and thoughts, to the task at hand. Focus, Katara . . .

She does find something disturbing, though. "You look pale." She notes. "Have you been eating well?"

If Azula's surprised by Katara's voice sounding so close to her, she doesn't show it on her face. She still has her eyes closed. "Shush! I'm trying to concentrate here, peasant."

Katara's been with Azula long enough to know that that word isn't derogatory anymore. The princess just likes to call her that. Especially after Katara mentioned to her once that she's the daughter of the Southern Water Tribe's chief and the princess just replied, 'I know' with a shrug.

Smiling to herself at the memory, Katara raises her hand to Azula's forehead, intent on checking her temperature. But before her hand could make contact with the pale skin, Azula's jet-like fingers shoot out to her wrist, stopping her ministrations suddenly with a precise grip.

Katara gasps softly at that.

Her eyes are still closed. How did she . . . ?

When she looks up, Azula's dazzling golden eyes are trained directly on her and she feels her face getting warm under the princess's gaze. Her body might be weak; but her eyes still haven't toned down from their sharpness yet. And the waterbender doubts that it ever will. It's still piercing and . . . warm.

No, hot is more like it.

"You should know by now, that invading a fire royalty's personal space without their explicit permission is a crime punishable by solitary confinement for 5 years."

Katara can do nothing but let her lips fall open and shift her eyes between the princess's golden ones, cuz she can't seem to focus on one, cuz they're too damn close.

Then, she finds mirth dancing in those golden orbs and she lets out a sharp breath. "You actually had me there for a second."

Azula lets Katara's wrist out of her grasp and the waterbender immediately misses the warmth the hand provided her with. "I can still have you there for a second. It won't take me a minute to call the guards and let you rot away for 5 years."

Katara's eyes narrow. "You wouldn't do that."

"Wanna bet?"

Katara's eyebrows fall together as she notices Azula's voice getting scratchy. She raises her hand again and this time, the princess lets her, golden orbs watching her intently. She places the back of her palm on her forehead, and then on her neck before letting out a gasp.

"You're burning up!"

"I'm a firebender, peasant. In case you haven't noticed."

Katara wants to face-palm. She really does. But she resists the urge. "Your Highness, you're sick. We need to get you to bed."

Azula's face takes up a 'what-the-fuck' look. "I'm not sick!"

"Yes, you are."

"Move away before I punch you in the face. I need to get back to my training and you're turning out to be a nuisance."

"Your Highness." Katara tries again.

Azula doesn't answer her, closing her eyes and about to rivert back to her meditation. The waterbender rolls her eyes before catching hold of Azula's wrist, tugging it gently. "Come on . . . You know you're sick!"

"Leave me alone."

"Let's go." Katara tugs at her hand again, making a move to stand up. "I'll have the chefs make you some nice, hot, chicken soup with lots of fire-flakes, just the way you like it. Come on."

"No."

"Princess . . ."

"No."

"You're sick!"

"I'm no- a- A- AACHOO!!"

Katara gives her a look and she knows Azula's aware of it, now that her eyes are open from the force of her sneeze. "Your Highness-"

Azula snatches her hand from Katara's grip. "No. No. NO. I'm not sick!"

"You know you are!"

"No, I'm not!!"

"AZULA!!"

The firebender looks at her, stunned. Katara's yell echoes all around the courtyard. Thankfully, no one is there to hear it. Even Katara's a little taken-aback by her own little outburst.

She acts fast, trying not to lose her advantage. "Let's go. Now!" She commands.

She catches hold of Azula's wrist again and this time, the princess follows the waterbender without a word as she makes her way to the royal kitchens.

...

Katara finds herself feeding Azula her soup.

The firebender's neatly tucked inside her bed, leaning against the headboard with the support of a soft pillow. Not a single word was exchanged between them since Katara's outburst in the courtyard that morning.

The servants who popped up to help feed Azula were quickly dismissed by the waterbender who was determined to do the job herself. She avoids Azula's eyes at all costs, as she knows very well that if she ever looks at them, she'll drown.

The princess on the other hand, has no such restrictions as she openly stares at Katara, just as she's feeding her spoonfuls of hot soup. Katara makes sure to blow on them for a bit before placing it on Azula's lips, in case it burns her.

It's silent between them. Katara's well aware of Azula's eyes on her, but she fights like her life depends on it to not look up, and she forces herself to focus on the task at hand.

When the contents of the bowl reduces to only a few more spoonfuls, Azula speaks softly.

"My father used to train me and Zuko."

Katara's hand stills just for a split second, before she resumes her task. She feeds Azula one more spoonful. The firebender swallows it after savouring the taste, then speaks again.

"Zuko and I were not allowed to eat before completing our meditation, katas, training and meditation again, in the morning."

Azula opens her mouth for another spoonful, gulps it down, then continues. "I remember when one day, I hadn't eaten any dinner the previous night as I was mad at Zuko for something stupid he did. So my stomach was growling even before we were through with the first meditation session that morning-" Katara feeds her and Azula drinks the soup hurriedly to complete her story. "I took a chance to ask father if he'll allow us to eat before training that day."

Katara scoops up the last spoonful from the bowl and places the edge of the spoon on Azula's lips as she happily opens her mouth to recieve it. The waterbender then places the empty bowl on the dinner tray kept beside the bed. She bends the water inside the glass on the same tray and turns to Azula. She makes water droplets touch the firebender's lips and around her mouth to clean any soup that might've found their way to her cheeks or chin.

"He told me to silence myself and not speak another word."

Katara frowns as she turns around to the tray again to pick up a hot towel.

"He used the same tone to say my name as you did this morning in the courtyard."

Katara's whole body stills halfway to Azula with the towel in her hand. A pang of guilt grips her heart as tears form in her eyes in a flash. She wills herself to say something. Anything. Apologize. But her throat chokes up and she's unable bring herself to even make a sound as she completes the remaining distance between them slowly to wipe around the lips of the firebender.

She feels Azula's stare on her and yet she busies herself with the task.

"I liked it."

Katara's eyes betray her as they snap up to Azula, wide with shock. The hand wiping Azula's mouth slows down before dropping down to brace themselves on Azula's chest.

"Not in a weird, masochistic way." Azula continues with a soft smile. "I liked it because, you used that same tone to make me do the complete opposite of what my father wanted me to do."

Hot tears leak out from Katara's eyes as they stay helplessly locked on Azula's gentle, golden ones.

"I liked it because, I understood that you genuinely care about my well being and no one has ever done that before. Not even my mother." Azula says, as she rubs the pad of her thumb to wipe the tear on Katara's cheek.

"I liked it because, it showed what my father thinks of me is absolutely immaterial."

Katara blinks, her thoughts racing.

"I liked it because, it made me realise," The princess whispers, fixing her strong gaze on the waterbender, "that I like you . . ."

Katara's eyes widen.

Her mind struggles to wrap the idea around.

Azula likes her.

Azula.

She lets the towel fall from her hand. She doesn't realise what she's doing until she feels Azula's warm breath and an even warmer smile against her lips, pulling her close by the hips.

Katara's hand comes up to hold the firebender's delicate face as she plants her lips on hers again.

And again.

And again.

Until her brain catches up with what she's doing, and the waterbender lets out a raspy little giggle against the full lips that she was distracted by this very morning, overwhelmed with feelings, suddenly shy to look at the princess. "You should be resting, Your Highness." She says, her eyes betraying her to gaze up into those golden pools.

Azula looks at her with such gentleness, Katara feels like she's gonna explode. "Stay with me?"

"Of course."

...

Zuko finds Katara walking into the general meeting room that evening for their daily sessions with the Earth Kingdom officials to negotiate repurcussion terms, with a stupid little smile on her face.

"Someone's in a good mood." He says, eyeing her curiously.

Katara throws him a radiant smile. "Is it that obviou- a- A- AACHOO!!! AACHOOOOO!!!!"

Zuko's brows fall together. "Katara?"

She looks at him with horror. "Oh, no-"

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lemme know what you think omg!!!!