#sleeping ranker

[yoyoyo-idk]

i love love love characters desperate to not get famous and avoiding journalist like the pest. when they wear masks or hoods or what not? i eat that shit up. yeah you're one of the strongest people on the planet? how will you deal with my secret attack: throwing a journalist at you?

[nyashykyunnie]

˗ˏˋ Loveless Marriage Au: Jinwoo x Reader ◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡ ˎˊ˗

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕁𝕚𝕟𝕨𝕠𝕠˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

・┆✦ Entry : 026 ✦ ┆・

‼️[ TW: Angst to Fluff, Forced Marriage, Jealousy, Self-deprecation, Self-hatred, Implied Yandere Jinwoo ]

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅ Cai Bot Link ♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ Route 1 || Route 2 ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚

╰┈➤ ❝ [ I've always hid everything from you; and for that, I hate myself a lot ] ¡! ❞

There was an awkward air around the two of you due to the fact that it was an arranged marriage. It was a loveless union with the two of you.You had been there, you know how Jinwoo rose from being a placeholder to the world's most hailed hunter.And he had a secret, a secret that was you— His wife that he kept hidden from everyone else "I'm back" Jinwoo said as he went inside your shared apartment, his gaze as languid and empty like always. He felt cold, cold like he always had been.

You expected it in a way, after all, you're both arranged by your parents for some reason and even now you still treat each other like a pair of strangers just forced to share a house.

When he was an E-ranker, Jinwoo still had some courage to talk with you no matter how awkward and shy he gets. But after his accident in one E-ranked dungeon— There was a visible shift in the air around the both of you.

Jinwoo started to feel more distant. The more he grew, the more handsome he became— He felt more distant.

It was as if he was a star gleaming in your lonely dark sky, a star so close and yet so far.

Many times you tried to get his attention, but the blank look on his face made your heart shut down and end up avoiding him instead.

As he rose to fame, you became proud of him. Wanting to extend your congratulations but never got the chance since he is always busy with work or running off somewhere for some reason.

With the limelight shining directly on top of his head. The world is now aware of all his glory and his perfections.

His perfect grey eyes that are seemingly plucked from the finest jewels, his once childish and wimpy face had seemingly gone through such puberty that he is now a complete man, his features are perfectly angled, his demeanour of being distant added more to his allure.

With that spotlight came the eyes of many people, eyes that either praised him, hated him, but most importantly,... Eyes that yearned to have him as theirs.

It was fine at first since you had expected it.

But the more people loved Jinwoo, the more insecure and lonely you would get.

It was slowly eating at your head. Clawing your already insecure heart.

But why are you throwing a tantrum like this anyway? After all, you and your husband aren't even meeting eye-to-eye literally and figuratively.

When was the last time you two had ever sat down for a meal together?

Have you ever been on a date anyway?

Honeymoon? Never.

Jinwoo has never touched you affectionately, the only time he ever kissed you was in your wedding ceremony.

But even then that kiss was forced by both of you, maybe Jinwoo had secretly wiped his lips off when you weren't looking at the time.

You're not even sleeping in the same room.

Why are you being selfish when you are not the apple of his eye?

What are you trying to prove here?

⋅ ˚ ₊ ‧ ଳ ‧ ₊ ˚ ⋅ ⋆ ౨ৎ ˚ ⟡ ˖ ࣪

As you sulked on the couch, the tv was on and playing the live interview that Jinwoo is currently on.

You listened attentively as Jinwoo was asked questions and answered. You can't help but chuckle bitterly whenever you hear stuff you never knew about Jinwoo.

It made you feel more pathetic, more disgusted at yourself, more hateful at the fact that you’re not a worthy wife since you don’t even know the most basic thing about your supposed husband.

As you felt yourself sinking into your own depression— You heard a question that made your heart drop in an instant:

“So, hunter Sung,” The host muses politely with an excited grin on their face.”When do you plan to court Miss Cha Hae-in?”

Your hand instinctively reached for the remote beside you and turned off the tv.

You didn’t want to hear his answer. You knew the answer and you didn’t want to know if you were correct or what. You don’t want to know whatever the hell he’s going to say.

Of course,

You should have expected this in the first place.

His embrace was never for you in the first place. Your connection was nothing more formed from a crudely tied knot that is tangled pathetically. It was obvious that the threads were tied when they shouldn’t be in the first place. 

Jinwoo’s affections were never bequeathed upon you, because it suits to be bestowed on someone as great as Cha Hae-in herself. After all, she is a brilliant saintess that everyone adored.

Everything about her is simply perfection.

Pretty, strong, a kind soul, and most importantly a strong hunter who can fight alongside Jinwoo in dire times.

You? What are you in all that?

That person’s adorations that you yearn so much can never be bestowed upon your pitiful soul. The only thing you can ever receive from him are empty grey orbs that seemingly wrap you around in sharp vines. That distant and cold look prickle at your skin and mostly at your heart that has already been scarred with this loveless bind.

The more you love him, the more painful everything is. Living with your unreciprocated yearning was clawing at your very being. It was as if you were running in a black void barefoot with nowhere to run to. You’re only reaching your hands out into the empty abyss ahead of you with some semblance of hope that maybe someone would reach out and yank you out of the darkness you have drowned in for so long.

A part of you wished those hands would be your beloved’s, that it would be Jinwoo’s hands tenderly holding your cold palms.

That maybe for once his tender voice would grace your ears. That for once you could call him your husband.

But even with your wishes, all you have are your meaningless daydreams and prayers.

Day by day, you endured all the wounds that are carved out into your pathetic beating heart. 

As your eyes glistened with tears, you choke up in all your pent up sadness and sob into the air with all your heart.

Perhaps your pain is from the fact that your head has been hurting all day despite taking medications already. But now, with the added misery of knowing you don't deserve your husband makes you more depressed.

You just wanted to disappear completely.

You wanted to rip your heart out so that you could no longer feel the painful ache in your chest.

You yearned for the sweet release of subjecting yourself into eternal sleep.

As you cried your heart out, you suddenly felt a pair of unfamiliar arms wrapping around your frame.

Your eyes wouldn’t process everything for a while until they eventually did adjust.

Once your eyes cleared, you could see some ebony black locks from your view. As that image translated in your eyes, your nose would catch a waft of a distinctive aroma that you can’t quite describe. It was somewhere between a floral sound and something that you can't quite put a finger on since it’s so unique on it’s own. 

“Sssh” A familiar voice hushes you, “It’s alright, it’s alright”

It would only register that it’s the person you’ve been missing after a few more rubs at the back of your head.

It was Jinwoo himself.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Jinwoo apologises over and over again as he buries his lips on the side of your head. “It’s all my fault, it’s all my fault.”

Why was he apologising anyway? He kept saying a strand of sorries and all that and it made you cry your heart out even more.

Jinwoo would feel a tug in his chest, a type of pain he didn’t want to have but he knew deserved because of the pain he was putting you through.

He had never been honest with you, he never tried to ever grow close to you. Instead, he just pushed you away.

He had all the power he had, he had all the money and fame and yet in the face of your broken sobs and tear-streaked features— He became utterly powerless and helpless.

“Look at me, look at me” Jinwoo coaxes you ever so lovingly as he swipes your strands off of your pretty face. “Please look at me”

His gentle begging eventually caught your attention enough to finally see his gaze again.

The normally empty grey orbs were now uncharacteristically warm and sweet, with a bit of trembling in his look in which he tries to mask off.

“I’m not going anywhere, I’m not courting anyone.” Jinwoo says firmly but sweetly. “I’m not going with her, she’s just a colleague. Nothing more nothing less.”

You wanted to ask Jinwoo how he knew that, but your words were instead swallowed up by your sobs and making you babble out incoherent things.

But even with your messy expressions, Jinwoo was still patient with you and instead pressed your foreheads against each other.

“I never…” Jinwoo sighs, taking a deep gulp as he starts to explain his size of the story.

He wanted to end the misunderstandings once and for all.

“I never hated you, it’s my fault for treating you like trash for the past years instead of adoring you like a proper husband, and instead I was blinded by my job and entirely lost sight of you” He takes a heavy sigh, the tone of his voice completely remorseful of his actions. “But that doesn’t justify how much of a jerk I am towards you. For that, I’m sorry. I’m so… So Sorry— And no.”

Jinwoo suddenly butts in, interrupting your words. “Just because we are married by paper doesn’t mean I have the right to treat you the way I did. Please, please don’t ever… Ever… Look down on yourself because of this. I'll always choose you regardless of who the world offers to me in a golden platter. I'll choose you.”

He gently swipes his thumb over your cheek, wiping away the pearl-shaped tears adorning your precious face.

“How about we start again, hm?” Jinwoo suggested with a loving smile on his handsome features as he stretched his palm out, revealing a pair of rings with brilliant gemstones that gleamed as it illuminated with the touch of light, “This time, I’ll stop being a jerk around you. Let’s start slow and steady, I won’t hide things from you anymore I promise. That is,... If you are willing to try again with me?”

When you nod your head in agreement, Jinwoo smiles gently before slipping the ring into your finger and leaning down to kiss it— As if he was casting a spell or some sort.

Or maybe he is making a quiet promise that from now on, he will clear your mind of any sort of doubt of anything regarding that you are undeserving of your position as his wife.

Jinwoo tugs you closer to his chest, letting you cry into his chest more while his fingers return to playing with the back of your head.

“So, hunter Sung,” The host muses politely with an excited grin on their face.”When do you plan to court Miss Cha Hae-in?” “... A wife.” Jinwoo mutters, his fists balling up as his jaw clenched from both anger and the shamelessness of the question. “Pardon?” The host blinks, confused at Jinwoo’s words before “Ah so do you—” “Don’t force words into my mouth.” Jinwoo says strictly, his grey eyes gleaming a terrifying colour of violet. “I said, I have a wife waiting for me at home. And that person is not the respectable Miss Cha Hae-in.” “Mr Sung I—” The host was once again interrupted by Jinwoo’s words. “I would appreciate it if hosts such as yourself stop forcing your rumours onto people like me” He says, with his patience growing even thinner the more he spends time on this couch that isn’t even comfortable to hang out on. “May I remind all of you that I am not a celebrity to be hailed and fawned over, I’m a hunter and I’m only here for formalities. I’m not here to satisfy your goddamn thirsts for drama.” “My lord,” Igris’s voice calls to his master urgently. “Your wife…” “What’s going on?” Jinwoo replies immediately telepathically. “My liege’s beloved is currently unstable and crying uncontrollably” Igris explains “They are currently viewing this… Show of some sort but turned off the screen after the question has been asked.” Jinwoo’s heart dropped at Igris’s report. His expression was pale as white as a sheet as the hunter stood up. “If you’ll excuse me, I have somewhere else better to go than wasting my time here” Jinwoo says, immediately disintegrating into the shadows to teleport to where his lover is. Though normally teleporting takes just a fraction of a second— That fraction suddenly felt like an eternity as his mind raced. His worries for the past few weeks have finally manifested into full fruition. He knew that his fame was both beneficial and detrimental to his already nonexistent relationship with his wife. His wife who had always been there. Despite not exchanging any words with each other, his wife had always stuck by his side. He gave them the choice to leave and have a better life. And yet, they had stayed with him. They have seen him at his worst, their faith in him unmoving like a steady mountain. Yet, he has never once reciprocated their devotion. He mostly shied away from trying to make a move on them.  He had long been planning to start a conversation with them, to ask if they would give them a chance to actually fix their relationship as a couple. Jinwoo had prepared rings too, he found the stones in an S-ranked gate and thought that his wife must like it and commissioned a jeweller to make matching wedding rings with stones. He wanted something elegant and simple, just like his wife.  His beloved that never asked him for anything, his wife that never threw a tantrum towards him. Jinwoo often wished his wife was more selfish, he wished they would demand things from him, he wished that his wife could yell at him and tell him things instead of walking on eggshells around each other. He craved to have a connection with them.  Jinwoo badly wanted to be affectionate with his beloved.

And now having them in his arms, he felt both victorious and an odd mix of sadness. He held you closer to his chest, cradling and kissing the crown of your head. He loves you so much that he wants to rip everyone to shreds because of this moment but he also wants to just hold you closer to his own chest.

All you have to do is ask really, you just have to tell him what you want and he would have heads rolling at the tip of your feet. That host that dared to ask that question, maybe he should murder that bastard for causing you to wail like this.

However, that bastard also helped in opening this situation that the both of you needed to have.

“Huuu….” Jinwoo sighs, leaning his head back on the wall before kissing your temple over and over. “I’m here now, so don’t worry. I’m going to love you the way I should have been from the start, I’ll pamper you so much so that you’ll become a spoiled brat. Even if you throw things at me, I don’t care. I’ll rip my chest open and offer you my heart because you are my wife. Whatever you want me to do, I will do it”

ʚ(੭´͈ ᐜ `͈)੭ .｡✧･ﾟ: ~♡ —! stories written by kyunnie; translations, reposts, plagiarism are strictly forbidden.

[eldritch-spouse]

I wanna summon an icon, what would entice each icon to answer a summon? What sort of boons or services could they give?

Summoning Icons usually requires a surplus of offerings and the correct environment. After all, they are Kings and Queens of Hell, for your requests to be heard amongst the many others they receive, then you need to put in the work to catch their attention.

Even just getting a high-ranker to show up is a great feat! Wherein you can guarantee an imp with hardly any effort but the very basics and a sigil/name, an Icon will be so costly it might not be worth the hassle depending on your request.

For an Icon like Vorticia you might need a feast of stupendous proportions, including perhaps several of your own kin on a platter. For someone like Kalymir you might have to promise him countless lives, including lives of those who you may consider close to you, people who matter in your life. Rinx may desire everything you have to your name, and sometimes that's not enough, so offer him what you don't have, offer him others. Vesper wants your innermost carnal desires, you'll need massive orgies that fall into maddened, bloody and sickly euphoric sex, vrigins, people with extraordinary libidos, etc...

Keep in mind that even if your offer is lackluster, an Icon will still "peek in", not truly, but they'll evaluate what you offer and where you reside before making a decision. And if it just so happens that you alone catch their attention, then they will appear regardless of the offer meeting their standards or not.

It's easy enough to understand the boons they can give. You call on someone like Kalymir when you need superhuman strength, when you need to win a war. You call on Livius to have all that you've ever longed for and eat the hearts of everyone that's made you jealous, to become famous and beloved. You call on Cero to become perfect and recognized as such, to have people bow at your feet. You call on Zizz to unlock parts of your mind during sleep, to never have to move a limb and have everything done for you. You call on Vesper to become irresistible and inflict infatuation on all who see you, to be so adored you're worshipped and lavished from dawn to dusk.

Of course, you can ask for pretty ridiculous things given the scale of their power. But beware, many are the times where your soul may be implied in the deals you make. And they're particularly stubborn about working around that.

[gentlebeardsbarngrill]

04/26/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Samba BTS; Guz Khan; Samba Schutte; Anapela's Birthday!; Watch Parties; MerMay!; Ranker; Fan Spotlight; SchadenFreude; Love Notes; Daily Darby/Tonight's Taika^2

== Samba BTS ==

Samba once again blessed us with more BTS from this scene. This time with Rhys and Taika doing improv and praising Zheng.

== Guz Khan ==

Guz is in New York City today for his next show and happened to attend a protest going on by the Students nearby.

Img Src: Guz Khan's IG

== Samba Schutte and Anapela Polataivao ==

A VERY Happy birthday to our favorite Auntie! Both Samba and Robbie were kind enough to wish her a Happy birthday!

Img Src: Samba Schutte's IG & Robbie Magasiva's IG

== Watch Parties ==

Next up!: Palm Royale WP May 2 via @LCWebsXOXO with the lovely @ dominicburgess approx. 4pm EDT/9pm BST/1pm PST!

== MerMay ==

More MerMay prompts! This time from our lovely @bizarrelittlemew! Head on over to her blog post below for MerMay Bingo!

== Ranker ==

Ranker Link

== Fan Spotlight ==

= Cast Cards =

Tonight, our @melvisik has blessed us with another cast card, and this time, it's Wendy! One of our Red Flag Crew members, and a proud OFMD fan as well! So glad to see her getting some recognition as well!

== OFMD Colouring Pages ==

More colouring pages by our fantabulous crewmate @patchworkpiratebear! The seagull is gonna be so much fun!

== SchadenFreude ==

Our crewmate @/Seven_Sugars caught WBD at it's all time low again!

@/Seven_Sugars Twitter

== Love Notes ==

Hey lovelies, I am so very out of it tonight, I'm sorry. It's been a long week. Tonight will be short as I'm fading fast--- I just want to say please remember to give yourself some grace. You are not one thing, you are a glorious vessel for so many beautiful things. Not all those things will go as planned sometimes, but you're still beautiful, and you're still kind, and you're still worthy. Get some rest crew, sleep well.

Img by @thelatestkate

== Daily Darby / Tonight's Taika ==

We finished the Short Poppies watch party today and .. well, idk, seeing Rhys look at himself like that made me wanna have Taika look at them too. Don't judge me :P Gifs courtesy of @ofmd-ann & @gottagobackintime

[unparalleledtrash]

So, I saw this theory about how maybe Jiwoo's power is more than just super speed, like how maybe it's actually time manipulation or dimensional shifting.

Although that could make sense and has so much possibilities for a storyline, I think it wouldn't fit with the title 'Eleceed', since we pretty much unanimously concluded that Eleceed means 'electric + speed'.

Of course, I still agree that Jiwoo's awakened power is still more than just super speed. This is why I don't question how much he has improved in such a short amount of time. Some people don't like that Jiwoo keeps winning in the past few chapters, saying that some wins weren't deserved, and that Eleceed relies too much on plot armor. BUT I BEG TO DIFFER. I believe Jiwoo's power is not just physical speed. I think his awakened abilities go deeper and also affect his biological functions. And I don't just mean that he has a sturdier body like every other awakeners. I think Jiwoo also has a faster brain activity and a faster core. This could explain why he picks up force control and other techniques so easily. Sure, he could just be a genius and a monster like Kayden, but I think it's more interesting if this was the reason he's so good at combat. In earlier chapters, his teacher once said that Jiwoo was a good student and lets him sleep during class. At first, I thought he just meant he doesn't cause trouble, but maybe... it actually means Jiwoo is one of the top students in his class. I don't know 'bout you, but I don't think teachers would easily let students sleep in class just because they were well-behaved.

And I also like to think that Kayden's electric force control creates a great synergy with Jiwoo's original super speed. If what I said about Jiwoo having faster brain activity because of his power was true, an electric attribute could boost the effects of his power. I'm not all that great with science, but I do know that there are natural electric impulses inside our bodies that our nervous system uses to send signals around our body. IMAGINE THE POSSIBILITIES! If he realizes this, he could use his abilities to send signals to his injured body to heal faster!! IMAGINE IF HE INCORPORATES THAT WITH THE FORCE CONTROL KARTEIN TAUGHT HIM.

Case in point, I think it's only natural for our cinnamon roll to be as OP as he is now. AND I ANTICIPATE THE DAY WHEN HE FINALLY ENTERS THE WORLD RANKERS!

[midnightemy35]

T’is the Season for Giving

What I would give the Eleceed cast for Christmas 

Since it’s December 1st, I think its officially Christmas time

Jiwoo - another cat (you can never have too many cats)

Subin - that thing that looks like a pack of gum but if you touch the strip it shocks you (to use on jisuk )

Jisuk - a chance to beat up his “friends” (the ones who used him to extort money from other students)

Wooin - a bowl of jajangmyeon ofc

Kayden - new clothes (why does the mf wear the same shit every time we see his human form)

Kartein/ Curtin - balls (y’know for his cat form) + a break from Kayden and Jiwoo’s bs

Dr Delein - some bonding time with Wooin (he probs doesn’t get much time to spend with Wooin outside of Wooin’s visits)

Gangseok - his spar with Jiwoo

Iseul - a date with Jiwoo/ a break from Jisuk and Subin’s teasing

Sucheon - therapy + a good sleep schedule (have you seen how big his eye bags are)

Suman - a good night’s sleep

Vatore - shopping spree with Kartein

Jiyoung- a break from work (girl is so busy as the chairwoman of shinhwa and the top ranker of Korea let her have a break)

Inhyuk - a basket full of cat related stuff + a break from Jisuk’s bs

Seongha - a break from the gang’s bs

Arthur/ Asher - a prosthetic arm + a hug (his family are assholes)

Cain/ Gahin - a hug (my poor bby got stabbed twice by his “friend” he needs the hug)

Duke - a slap + clown makeup & nose

Amyeong/ Dark - therapy + a hug from mama Jiwoo 

Mama Jiwoo - bonding time with Jiwoo, Amyeong, Kayden and Kartein 

Veramonte Patrick - a hug (got some fun grandpa vibes from him)

Julian/ Jurion Patrick - a consoling pat on the back (for losing the chance to date Jiyoung to Jiwoo, he didn’t even have a chance to win her over from the very start)

Ian Patrick - an outing with the gang!! (I want him to join the group and add on to the sillies)

Spoilers under cut (Based on the chapters webtoon has released as of Dec 1 2023)

Schnauder/ Schneider - shoes (why does mf wear slippers out when it is literally snowing in Frame territory )

Supri - old woman perfume (idk much about her)

Andrei - a kick to the crotch (I really really REALLY don’t like him)

Earthquake - a kick to the crotch (don’t like him either, the two of them were beefing with a teen despite being fucking adults)

Roist/ Royst - a hug ( i love the clown boy)

Muse - a hug ( i love him he is beautiful and perfect)

Astra - a kick to the crotch (you’d think he’d have some dignity being a top ten but you’d be wrong)

Muras - a new eye

[quasiquack666]

So I'm trying to sleep and it just occurred to me that Kayden is a hypocrite. Not that he cares, but I'm pointing it out.

In the Jurion arc (175) he scolds Jurion for challenging Jiwoo, since Jiwoo is a kid / a rookie. Kayden literally shames him in front of everyone: "Shame on you. A world ranker picking fights with a little boy". I know this is to get Jurion flustered and gain a favourable fighting condition, but still.

Meanwhile, Kayden, Mr. Top Ten Level, beat the lights out of Lancelot in Casein Nitrate form (163). Sure, he was in cat form, which may be weaker than human form. Sure, Lancelot is an Awakened creature. But Lancelot was still controlled by a kid / a rookie, AKA Cain Luterain. And fighting through animals still seems like a valid form of combat comparison for Awakeners.

With Jurion's fight, Jiwoo would never be looked down upon for being beat by a World Ranker. He's literally a kid. No one would fault him for a loss.

Meanwhile, Cain lost his whole life's work after being beat by Kayden. Yet no one even knows he was beaten by Kayden, rather than Jiwoo. He lost succession to his family business and was probably abused by someone (based on how the other top rookies get treated by their families).

Cain should have been considered a humbled rookie, not an unworthy laughingstock.

Kayden. Fuck you sometimes.

[billyrussoapologist]

So Ranker came out with their list of top most hated TV characters, that apparently 200k+ people voted on:

And I’m just losing my mind that Ramsay Bolton and Skylar White are so close together on this list. Look at the villains wiki list of each of their crimes:

People were really like, “hmm, I guess skinning people alive is a smidge worse than Skylar sleeping with Ted. I guess Ramsay feeding an infant to his dogs is like a little worse than fraud.” How are they even comparable you guys 😭😭😭

[virtualcarrot]

[KKIR] Modern AU - Teaching Pains Pt10

Part 9

By the time Iruka's out of the shower, Kakashi's almost done arranging the bedcovers.

“Oh, I would've…” Iruka tries to argue, only to fall quiet in the face of Kakashi's look of silent judgment.

The fact he would have gritted his teeth and changed his sheets on his own is very much the reason Kakashi went through the trouble himself. It's not like he would've minded, he's slept in much ranker beds, but Iruka’s look of alarm on his way to the en-suite told him he should probably take pre-emptive measures.

 In the adjoining living room, Naruto’s finished preparing the sofa bed, that he opened with suspicious ease some time earlier. Kakashi has an inkling that Iruka's played host to him quite a few times before.

The kid bounds up to the doorframe, holding the sandwich that Iruka barely took a few bites from.

“Are you sure you won't eat it, Iruka-sensei?”

“Nah, go ahead. Just brush your teeth after. You know wher--”

“Under the sink, yeah, yeah, I know,” Naruto whines, letting Iruka shoo him out of the room when he begins spreading crumbs.

Iruka’s ribs must make him regret the motion because the moment Naruto’s turned his back, he catches himself on a bedpost with a hitched hiss. Frankly, it’s a wonder he even got himself into the oversized sleeping shirt he’s wearing. It sticks to his back in soggy patches where he failed to reach and dry himself.

Kakashi adjusts the last pillow and rests in a half-sit on a corner of the bedside table.

“What you did, for Naruto…” he begins saying after a time, only for Iruka to shake his head without meeting his eyes.

“He’s a growing boy. And I’m really not very hungry right now.”

Iruka looks tired, underneath his bashful smile, so Kakashi doesn’t press. But only just.

“Think you’d have a spare toothbrush for me too?”

“You really don’t have to stay, you know,” Iruka replies, ducking his head for a side glance.

And honestly, the aw shucks routine is only as cute as it is short. This particular show is dragging on, as far as Kakashi’s concerned, and to insulting lengths too.

“Let’s try this again: do you want me to leave?”

As if suspecting a trick question, Iruka closes his mouth and keeps his eyes averted.

Kakashi pushes off the table, drawing close enough that he can smell the fresh peppermint scent of the soap Iruka uses. It’s a bit heady, in the way overcompensating masculine soaps tend to be, likely one of the cheaper brands. It makes his nose itch, a bit, but he also thinks he could get used to it. He’d like to.

He braces a hand on the bed until he can catch Iruka’s gaze.

“This isn’t a trap. If you’d rather have your space, I’ll go. I won’t be offended.” He’ll be worried, but he’ll cope. “But if you’re concerned about inconveniencing me, well… That’s never stopped you before, why start now?”

Iruka’s glare is half-hearted at best, tempered as it is with gratitude. He doesn’t manage to keep the scowl for long anyway, and chuckles shortly afterwards with a head tilt of concession.

“At least it’s the weekend, now,” he says with something like a sigh of relief.

Warning bells begin ringing in Kakashi’s mind.

He feels himself frown. “Didn’t the doctor give you time off for a week?”

“It’s not mandatory,” Iruka replies, sounding mildly scandalized at the idea of missing work.

Kakashi rolls his eyes and straightens up.

“You know what? We’ll see how you’re doing tomorrow. And because I’m very nice, I won’t even say I told you so.”

The look Iruka sends him speaks volumes as to his belief in Kakashi’s ability to not gloat.

“Scouts honor.” Kakashi raises a hand, palm upfront, as he retreats in backwards steps. “So, about that toothbrush…?”

“You’re not a sc--under the sink,” Iruka replies in a hurried autopilot as Kakashi reaches the bathroom, “no, wait, Kakashi-sensei, come back here, were you a boy scout?”

Getting to shut the door on his incredulous shout is nothing short of delightful. Kakashi’s still snickering to himself even as he rummages through the cabinet. He finds an open family pack of the most garishly colored toothbrushes, and picks the least offensive one, commonly dark blue. Before even getting it in his mouth, he can already feel the stiffness of the bristles.

It’s just sad.

“Oh, Iruka,” he can’t help but mutter to himself, before getting some paste and yielding to his fate.

A knock interrupts him mid rinsing.

“I’ve left a change of clothes and a towel on the doorstep, if you want to freshen up,” Iruka says on the other side of the door. “If you want, I can run your clothes through the washer overnight.”

Kakashi doesn’t get an opportunity to reply. Soft steps retreat and he hears Iruka start a conversation with Naruto in the next room.

On top of the towel, he also finds a washcloth. The events catching up with him in a wave of exhaustion, he only bothers with a quick rinse more than an actual scrub before slipping into Iruka’s clothes. The drawstrings need tugging so the trousers don’t hang quite so low, but once adjusted they make for a comfortable fit. It’s a good thing they’re so evenly matched in height and build.

Though he replaces the eyepatch, he considers the mask he’s worn all day, then the fresh one in a pocket of his coat hanging by the entrance, and decides to go without. The smells of Iruka’s apartment aren’t too strong overall. He can manage.

If anything, they already feel familiar.

As expected, he finds Naruto and Iruka confiding in a low voice at the tiny dining table tucked against the half-wall of the kitchen. Kakashi’s not looking to interrupt but Iruka looks up before he can slip away, and anyway since it’s an option he could do with some clean clothes in the morning.

He lifts the bundle in his hand then feeds it to the washing machine that Iruka points to.

At the table, a sullen looking Naruto is pressing his thumb to the crumbs left in his plate, and then licking them off his finger. When Iruka leaves for a glass of water and a dose of painkiller, Kakashi approaches.

“You doing okay?”

Naruto shrugs, hunching over himself with it.

“Convincing,” Kakashi says wryly.

Unusually non-confrontational, Naruto doesn’t look up even when he mutters his reply. “He got hurt because of me. Iruka-sensei did.”

“Yeah, he did,” Kakashi agrees simply while they watch Iruka finish rinsing his glass. After a beat, Naruto finally meets his eyes, so Kakashi gives him a smile in return. “And he’d do it again. To protect you.”

For a moment, Naruto looks stricken. Kakashi remains calm in the face of it and, with nothing to feed back into, the turmoil passes. Naruto gives a brave little nod afterwards.

“Alright, hand over your plate,” Iruka says through the passthrough.

He tries to reach over the little counter only to realize just how narrow the pain has made his range of motion. To his credit, he doesn’t make a noise, though his eye twitches.

Naruto and Kakashi exchange a look. Then the kid nods once more, resolute, and clambers down his chair.

“I’ll do it, Iruka-sensei. You get some rest.”

The look Iruka sends Kakashi reminds him Iruka has thoughts about which way an adult-child caretaking relationship should go, but he doesn’t argue. He thanks Naruto, ruffles his hair, reminds him to brush his teeth, and retreats to the bedroom.

Kakashi pats Naruto on the head once his cleaned plate is drying on the rack.

“Come on, I’ll finish tidying. Go, take care of your teeth, since Iruka-sensei’s so worried about them.”

“I only got a cavity once!”

Catching the remaining crumbs with a sponge and pushing the chairs back under the table is quick work, but Kakashi feels off kilter, a nervous jitter running under his skin, so he finds a couple more tasks to justify lingering while he collects himself. When he emerges, Naruto is already on the couch, typing away at his chipped smartphone. He scrambles to hide the lit screen under the covers with a guilty wince.

Kakashi smiles to himself and doesn't mention it. He figures the consequences in the morning will be as good a teacher as any scolding.

The warm glow of Iruka's bedside lamp guides his steps back to the bedroom. He sets down a glass of fresh water on the table along with a packet of the pills left on the kitchen counter, and slips into the opposite side of where Iruka's lying stiff and silent.

“Not usually a back sleeper, hm?”

Iruka's huff of laughter is a bit choked but nonetheless genuine. “I don't know which is more likely to keep me awake, that or the pain.”

“Been there. My sympathies.” They lie quietly for nearly a minute, then: “do you sleep with the light on?”

“Ah, no, let me--” Iruka begins saying, but Kakashi reaches over to turn it off before Iruka does something stupid like move on his bruised side and fumble for the switch.

It brings them closer, the line of Iruka’s arm pressing warmth against Kakashi’s chest, a gentle weight that feels alive and safe and so tantalizingly within easy reach. The urge to linger is strong. Kakashi beats a hasty retreat before he's drawn to brushing touches he can’t deny.

“Thank you,” Iruka murmurs once he's settled back. His voice is rough, almost inquisitive.

Kakashi doesn’t think right now’s the time to consider what the question might be. “Don't mention it.”

“For your help today, I mean.”

“Then really don’t mention it.”

Iruka doesn’t press.

But in the renewed silence, the mattress shifts minutely on his side with a slow gathering of tension. What felt like the tired weight of a healing body begins to turn into the sharp pressure of a coiled spring, until Kakashi’s driven to look up in concern. Iruka’s profile is a dark shape in a sea of darker shapes. From experience, Kakashis knows it won’t be long before his own eye get used to the street light sneaking past the slats of the roller shutters.

By the time he’s able to see the length of Iruka's lowered eyelashes and the furrow of his brows, Iruka's still giving no signs of winding down.

“Come on, out with it.”

“What?”

“Talk to me.”

“We can't sleep if we're talking.”

“Can’t sleep with you fretting.”

“I’m not--” Iruka argues, and for a moment it’s like his spark is back and Kakashi feels ignited in victory. Then Iruka cuts himself off and breathes out tiredly. “I’m sorry. I don't mean to disturb you.”

Kakashi doesn't want to argue, so he merely hums and repeats:

“Talk to me.”

Iruka's pillow rustles as he turns his face away. “I should have seen it coming.”

Kakashi can’t say he’s surprised by this turn in the conversation.

“Nobody saw it coming.”

“Nobody knows Mizuki like I do.” Iruka’s pause is pained in a way that has nothing to do with his bruises. “Or thought I did.”

“Ah. So that's it, then?”

“And I should have been more aware of Naruto’s struggles. I should have helped him, so he wouldn't feel like--”

His muscles are pulled tight to the point of shaking. His ribs must be killing him for it.

“Naruto fucked up,” Kakashi says bluntly.

“Naruto’s a k--”

“Naruto’s a kid, yeah, and he fucked up. And as his teacher, sure, maybe you could’ve seen this coming. But you’re not the ones who pushed a bookcase or wielded a knife. Attacking a child, trying to kill a friend: Mizuki's scum. I don't know why you’re trying so hard to shoulder the blame, here.”

He looks to the ceiling once he’s done, waiting for Iruka to take in the words. Joke’s on him though, because he’s the one feeling tense all over, now. He tries to find comfort in the knowledge that Mizuki's in the hands of none other than Morino Ibiki, of all people, and probably enjoying none of that company. It helps a bit.

On the bed, Iruka angles his face back towards him.

“I thought you were upset with me. You said we needed to talk.”

Kakashi frowns. “No? I asked you t--”

“By text. You said we should talk.”

Of all things. It feels like years ago. And it also makes so much sense, in light of recent events.

“Ah. That. Mizuki gave me a friendly warning, earlier in the day. Said you resented losing to me and were spreading rumors as revenge.”

“I--what?!” Iruka nearly yelps.

He casts a wary look at the open door in case the sound alerted Naruto, but the shadows in the living room remain motionless.

“I didn't buy it. Well, not entirely,” Kakashi says, though Iruka's look of alarm tells him that, albeit honest, the correction isn’t exactly reassuring. “But I also didn't realize it was so urgent. I thought we could deal with it on our own time.”

“What rumors?” Iruka asks tightly.

“He didn't say. But he heavily implied it was related to the students, and insisted that I shouldn't interact with them until it’s all sorted out.”

“And you believed that?!”

Kakashi pulls a hand from under the covers to rub the back of his neck. “Our coworkers were giving me very strange looks, I didn't know what to make of it.” He feels Iruka freeze against the mattress, likely in a new loop of self-recrimination, and tries to fix it. “Didn't stop me from answering Naruto's call, anyway, especially when I saw your text. I’m just sorry it took me so long.”

Iruka lets out a strangled, humorless chuckle. “Please, please don't apologize. What a mess. Fuck.”

A muffled gasp sounds from the living room.

“Stop eavesdropping, Naruto, and go to sleep,” Iruka whisper-shouts, causing Kakashi to bite his lips against a laugh at the resulting meep.

It's like all that rising pressure was never there.

In the semi-dark of the bedroom, they share a look, and he watches Iruka's eyes soften as they roam over his face, taking in Kakashi's crow's feet and the narrow bridge of his nose and further down the mole at the corner of his mouth that so often goes covered.

Before Iruka can try and thank him again, Kakashi moves in to softly bump him on the shoulder with his forehead. “Top five scariest moments of my life,” he confesses in a murmur against Iruka’s arm. At Iruka's mildly incredulous hum, he adds: “Maybe ten. I’ve had an eventful life.”

Iruka's hand finds his over the cover, just long enough for a short squeeze. He stays close, even after the release. All it takes to return the gesture is a gentle crawl of Kakashi’s hand, until his fingers land on Iruka's wrist and they curl down the pillow of his thumb.

It’s not long, following that, until they fall asleep.

*

Their morning starts somewhere just past ten, which considering the circumstances Kakashi finds to be way too early. But there’s inescapable light coming from the window, Naruto’s loudly fighting the couch back into a folded shape over there, and most importantly Iruka’s lying suspiciously still by his side, so Kakashi pulls up with a groan and a crack of his joints.

As promised, he doesn’t gloat. He helps Iruka sit and hands him the now lukewarm glass of water along with the right amount of painkillers. They did this dance once already in the middle of the night so Iruka doesn’t argue too much this time. Good. It’s not like Kakashi would have fought him over it--he’s a firm believer in letting people learn from their own mistakes--but also, he’d rather Iruka not be in pain.

Unsurprisingly, the cold bruises make getting up hell. Kakashi and Naruto help Iruka move about until he finally concedes to wait on the couch for the painkillers to kick in. Unable to play the proper host, he keeps giving Kakashi looks of deep mortification even as he directs him to hang his clothes on the heated towel rack of the bathroom, and then owns up to a badly supplied pantry.

There are eggs, though, and some old miso paste and soy sauce. Kakashi whips them up an easy omelet, which Naruto dives into with gusto and Iruka does find it in himself to eat over half the portion that Kakashi put in his plate. He considers it a success.

Somewhere past eleven, Daikoku comes to pick Naruto. He and Iruka exchange a few very serious words about Naruto needing support from someone who won’t let him self-incriminate to the police, the importance of which Iruka manages to stress well enough that even the ever carefree Daikoku-sensei agrees with a solemn nod. Naruto leaves with the sort of brave face that means he’ll probably bawl for part of the car ride.

After closing the door behind them, Kakashi’s completely unsurprised to find Iruka’s own eyes looking suspiciously shiny.

“Really, you two…” he mutters to himself, picking the dishes to wash them. At Iruka’s horrified whine, he casts back a pointed look. “Do you want me to just leave you with dirty dishes? Because I will do it, if you insist. I don’t take any particular pleasure in washing them.”

He watches Iruka weigh the pros and cons in the balance of his ego and concede with a dejected wave of his hand towards the sink.

Afterwards, an internet search guides Kakashi to a corner shop a two minutes walk past the nearest pharmacy. Iruka seems resigned enough that he barely even winces at the sight of Kakashi marching back with three bags of food.

In the most poorly equipped kitchen Kakashi has been given to cook since his college years, he still scrounges up a few easy meals for Iruka to warm up over the next couple of days.

“Yeah, yeah, I did get you some instant ramen, just in case. Though you could try the noodles with some of the broth I made, as a healthier compromise.”

Iruka gives him such a sharp and impenetrable look that Kakashi has to turn away until his own responding blush abates.

By mid afternoon, he’s out of excuses to linger. Iruka has food, he has medicine, he has an ice pack, all he now needs is time and rest that Kakashi has no way of actively providing. And even though he’d love to simply stay and keep a silent company, he’s also aware he was never exactly invited.

He thinks they both need space to process, too.

Iruka insists on walking him to the door, waiting on the step of the genkan while Kakashi pulls on his shoes and adjusts his mask.

“This is it, then,” Kakashi says, knowing even as he speaks that it sounds just as trite as he’s feeling awkward.

Iruka steps down and pulls him into a clumsy hug.

He can’t lift his arms too far, and Kakashi doesn’t want to risk bumping against his ribs. If asked, that will be his defense for the way he wraps his arms around Iruka’s shoulders and hides his face against his neck. Keeping the hold light and gentle takes all of his willpower. 

He greets the weight of Iruka’s arms around his waist with a shuddery sigh. 

“If you need anything, call me, alright?” he whispers against his shoulder.

“I will,” Iruka replies, which Kakashi already understands to be a lie, and one that he can’t even resent, really. He knows Iruka takes pride in being self-reliant.

But the offer’s there, and it was heard, so it’s all that matters. It has to be.

“I mean it,” he can’t help but stress anyway, pulling back.

“I know.”

Kakashi’s glad for the eyepatch, now slightly damp. The left was always his crybaby eye.

Part 11

[pain-suffering-even]

various headcanons that i forgot aren't actually canon

just the koreans cause if i did everyone at once, we would be here forever

Jongin and Yoonho were both part of the Fiend Guild, and that's where their rivalry started, by competing for vice guildmaster

Jongin rescued a cat from Jeju during their first raid and smuggled her back in his cape. Her name is Kiwi. He had to get a new cape because she uses his old one to sleep

Byungyu and Yoonho are childhood friends. Byungyu would always defend Yoonho, because he was so much of a softie and a crybaby as a kid

Yoonho has like. A bajillion animals at home. At some point when he's walking his dogs during a hot summer, he goes topless, and the picture reaches the papers so fast. It gets brought up in almost every single argument with Jongin

Taegyu will eat sour candy until his mouth bleeds and it sends Byungyu insane

Eunseok was an S rank assassin part of the Fame Guild, and was best friends with Byungyu and Haein

Haein was first vice of the Fame Guild before Jongin created the Hunter's Guild and stole her (he promised her no paperwork if she joined, and she was sold)

Hwang Dongsu used to be part of the Knights Guild. He joined, thinking as an S ranker he would immediately become the guild leader. When that didn't happen, he began searching overseas, where Thomas Andre ran into him and picked him up

Byungyu felt too guilty to dedicate himself to one guild, and so he freelances for a high price, so this way he can help more people instead of being tied down. It made it easier to retire, too. The running joke is that he wants to join the Hunters Association

Taegyu and Dongwook had a healthy rivalry between the Fiend and Fame guild. They don't know where Jongin and Yoonho learned to be rivals like that

The Fiend Guild used to be no. 1 until Jongin rose to the top by recruiting Haein and gathering a lot of attention by being a guild leader as a mage

Taegyu and Jongin still talk often. Jongin always makes fun of Taegyu for being ancient and forgotten and Taegyu calls him an arrogant brat. They would die for one another

Just before he became no. 1, Jongin had a really bad fight with Hwang Dongsu. It wasn't unusual, because most other S rankers despise him, since he was blatantly power hungry and bloodthirsty. Because Jongin lost, he ended up leaving Taegyu and the Fiend Guild and created his own guild in an attempt to prove his strength

Jongin despises Yoonho for hiring Hwang Dongsu's brother, Dongsuk, because he still holds a grudge

Jinchul doesn't like Taegyu very much, because he kept trying to bribe him to join the Fiend Guild. They're ok now, especially now that the Fiend Guild isn't no. 1, but Jinchul avoids Taegyu still

Go Gunhee used to pretend actually entertaining the idea of letting Jinchul join a guild until Jinchul told him it was causing problems on his end (Thomas got sad Gunhee said no and Jinchul was terrified that sadness would turn to anger)

During the holidays, Yoonho always takes his dogs and one cat back home with him. Byungyu also goes, so it's become a sort of yearly roadtrip for them. Yoonho usually asks Taegyu or Haein to pet-sit the rest of his animals while he's away

Haein likes fast food restaurants. Neither Jongin nor Dongwook understand why, but she drags them there all the same

Jinchul appreciates Byungyu and Haein, since they always mediate Yoonho and Jongin whenever he isn't around to stop them. It doesn't always work, but at least they tried

Haein doesn't know Jinchul is the origin for her nickname, The Dancer, because he was creating her hunter profile and was mesmerized by the way she fought. He mentioned it to Go Gunhee, and it kinda spiraled from there

[yoyoyo-idk]

him.

[guessfuckingwhatbitch]

Interest Level

Hello, Solo Leveling fandom.

I have a fic in mind I want to write but I need to gauge interest before signing myself up for a multi-chapter fic again because I have no fucking sense of control in my life, and apparently I wanted to suffer more than I already am.

De-aged Sung JinWoo has all his grotesquely overpowered skills but is WAY too young to be trusted with them - and his sister is freaking the fuck out because here is South Korea's 10th S-Rank, National Level Hunter, and she's wildly unqualified to handle this let alone raise a child. He's aged 7 or some shit, emotionally just as stoic, but she's unawakened and can feel an unsettling power rolling off him that she can only assume is his mana.

I plan on having their mother still in the midst of Eternal Sleep (I don't really care about sticking to canon timelines unless it's a Thing people want, might have Jeju Island Arch already happen. Might give Igris the ability to talk already, maybe he can already transform and has Ruler wings but is the Shadow Monarch so the colours are Gothic As Fuck, who's to say, not me that's for sure), so she does the only reasonable thing and panic calls the Korean Hunter's Association from JinWoo's phone. She can't be trusted to keep herself alive she should NOT be responsible for the world's strongest, and she's pretty sure the shadows shouldn't be trusted either. They are Monsters - literally - and if JinWoo is meant to be among Human Society and is Expected To Act Like A Human who better to call than the people in charge of Hunters?

They managed to wrangle her brother's reputation into something respectable, and they are strong too right? So if he throws a tantrum like the kids on their street do they can find a way to contain the damage. They basically do that with the current S-Rankers! What's one more????

Anyway, Woo JinChul and Go GunHe end up with a mini Sung JinWoo on their hands, and morbid curiosity leads them to try to find out what his actual skill sets are. Like hey! What could possibly go wrong?

Here lies KHA's collective sanity - death by Actual Cryptid Sung Jin-Fucking-Woo, Child Of Shadow's.

I hope for Chaos and Chaos only.

idk if you're interested in someone writing absolute bullshit where all I can promise is Shadow Gang Shenanigans and wishing desperately that this wasn't in their paygrade KHA members just like - like this fucking post or something. If you have a terrible, wondrously horrific idea you've always wanted to see comment it. I want to see that shit

I'm casual as hell so I don't care how you want to interact with me. So if you go "Hey you weird ass bastard I wanna see Sung JinWoo absolutely demolishing S-Rank gates solo", sure thing buddy that's fine

Have a day or whatever

[eldritch-spouse]

Will vesper stop sleeping with other people if his queen asks him to? Like the reader is ready to try to make their relationship work (somehow) but she just doesn't want to see him sleeping around (and she's the same) I personally love his personality and the way you wrote him (he sounds funny and weirdly sweet in his own way), especially since you said before that he is 'the most affectionate and lovey-dovey of all' Icons', but about how he encourages his queen to sleep with others and for him to do so too jute is uncomfortable for me and I don't want that kind of relationship, so how will he deal with that? (I hope I don't sound disrespectful with this question, Just curious about his reaction!)

That literally cannot happen.

He's a concubus. Concubi need sex to feed, to sustain themselves. Maybe an imp can fuck the same person for the rest of their life (a bit saddening for most), a mid-ranker already needs to hit up someone else or risk overwhelming their partner. A high-ranker like Santi needs to fuck several other people to sustain himself or he'll start starving to a degree.

Vesper is the King of Lust. He's the most powerful incubus to ever exist. This demon needs to be having sex very very frequently and your little human body cannot fucking handle it, he guarantees you that much. He's not going to starve just because you have human hang-ups regarding having sex with others nor is he going to humor your little ideas and end up killing you with his hunger.

This is something you need to come to terms with eventually. There will never be sexual-exclusivity between you and Vesper, he will consider you ignorant when you first bring it up, and cruel if to continue to harp on it even after he explains these concepts to you.

Part of the reason why Vesper insists in sharing sexual partners with you is to get you acclimated to this idea, to have you indulge with him so that the two of you stand on an equal footing.

It's just how Lust works. How he works.

Vesper won't push you into having sex with others if you express extreme discomfort with it, but it is kind of disappointing.

[aciddaffodil]

Summer 2024- What I Dropped

Wistoria : Wand and Sword

I was so here for this anime; the animation is stellar and magic society interesting. A very simple concept of MC wanting to be with his childhood friend but doesn't have a lick of magic. Cool- until there's no likeable characters and it just feels like its showing off flashy sakuga fight scenes. Not to mention the fucking fantasy racism with the dwarves which is just...gross? Who knows, I may binge the rest of it once its fully out? I definitely want to try watching it again.

No Longer Allowed to Live in This World

A Dazai-like Sensei character does not successfully die by double suicide with his beloved and is reincarnated into a fantasy world. He constantly uses his power of negativity and absorbing sleeping pills/poisons as his ability against monsters. Everyone fawns over him, and he can offer some good advice...on occasion. I just didn't see the point to keep watching it and dropped it after 5 episodes.

Failure Frame

The Isekai(?) Overpowered MC who is dark and edgy and wants to cause ruin upon the Goddess who brought him to this fantasy world, and most of his classmates who abandoned him to die as a "low" ranker with skills that cause harm. What bothered me most was 1) the 3D CG shots just don't blend and make all the monsters look awful and its BLAUGH and 2) having to hear about men npc's wanting to rape a female npc character just is annoying and gross.

Plus-Sized Elf

I think the only thing noteworthy is all the workout advice in it- of which I won't retain anything of it and the plus-sized fanservice exists. I personally just didn't want to waste my time with it anymore even though the episodes are short.

2.5-Dimensional Seduction

It was a cute nerdy experience of them first meeting but honestly, I did not vibe with this show. I'm sure this show is enjoyable, as people have compared it to Dress Up Darling and like it.

The Ossan Newbie Adventurer, Trained to Death by the Most Powerful Party, Became Invincible

I gave this like 5 episodes? But finding out the dude is actually super over-powered and not just trained to death...was disappointing. For a trashy fantasy series, it was pretty good and fun to watch. I just have a habit of rage quitting if something frustrates me or if you listen to how cheesy and horrendous this opening is, that will do it as well lmao. Rick and Raenette's friendship is really sweet. I think him having the same dream as these S-tier adventurers is cool and I do hope they achieve their goals by the end of the series.

Why Does Nobody Remember Me in This World?

I attempted to watch this 3 times, but it kept putting me to sleep so I dropped it.

Narenare Cheer for You

The only P.A. Works anime I've ever dropped. It was because of how irritating the line art is in color and how ALL the outlines of literally everything is in color. And when it comes to specific scenes, it gets muddled and that's why I couldn't stomach it past 2 episodes. I'm sure it's a cute cheerleading anime but the style of it was awful to me personally. WHY CAN"T THERE BE CRISP OUTLINES WHYYYYYYY.

Tasuketsu- Fate of the Majority

Ah yes, death games premise and where deaths aren't permanent cause you can ask a question and have loopholes which take away from the emotional impacts some character deaths have. I.e., the protagonist's best friend who came to life again with no reasoning behind it. The rules are so dumb but the power system interesting, I just didn't care to keep watching.

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It is frankly terrifying how much anime I'm keeping up with this season...my count is at 26 and even the most mediocre I have brainwashed myself to not give up on cause they all have some sort of redeeming factor. CURSES.

[nyashykyunnie]

the temptation to make a manhwa with the mc being an international hunter level but he's extremely feared because of how violent he is in the field of battle. I'm talking raw unadulterated violence that makes your stomach churn and vomit from disgust, all while his grey eyes would remain unfeeling. He was known for his lack of using weapons despite being a pro at all things, why? He is simply venting out his frustrations. From a measly E-ranker to suddenly the most powerful man to walk earth— Did he use anything? A system? A super-potion? Did he sign a contract with the devil? Is he the descendant of a great god who loved sleeping around with mortals? No. He was just an ordinary kid born in a family of rich socialites.

If so, then what awakened him? What made him so violent that he surpasses his supposed limit?

Well, he lost his best friend. A beautiful boy he pampered so much in their youth. He lost that precious boy because he was involved in a drunk driver accident. And the moment he lost him, all hell broke lose in every fiber of his existence.

He wanted to kill himself, to join his baby wherever it is. But he remembered the promise he made, a promise that says: "Live as long as you can, okay?"

That cringey, goddamn line.

But he kept his promise. He couldn't kill himself so where did he turn? To the gates. He tirelessly killed over and over and over and over and over and o v e r.

He killed and killed until he rose from a measly E-ranker to an S-ranked level. He was praised and admired, but did he care? No. Screw that fucking money. He has it all since he was a fetus so what the hell is he going to do with those billions of dollars?

And thus he became too reckless, too arrogant, and he battled a god level in a gate. The result? Caused him his life ofc. But somehow he was given another chance, and he woke up again, in front of the person he lost— Rambling on and on about how amazing manta rays are. He would've kissed him right then and there but he held himself down and simply held his friend's hand and squeezed it, all while ignoring the ai voice booming beside his head announcing shit he could care less about.

And so begins his retry on life again, but this time— He would male sure nothing happens to him in this life. Damned will he be again if he loses this boy with the knowledge he has.

And here I say his name, Minseok's fr canon Boyfriend— Baek Hanwool.

But then again knowing how stupidly ugly my anatomy is im pulling a leg here so fck me this will just go down the rabbit hoke of brainrot gm

[rejectclone]

I’ve been on a huge Splatoon kick for MONTHS at this point, so I’ve finally decided to make a Coroika-like OC team! Because since they’re kinda Coroika themed, they have two names, so they’re either named after their gear OR have a codename they use while battling! 🎨🔫

🦑💙🌀 Low-Vis AKA Reject 🌀💙🦑

* Female inkling, she/her

* Natural ink color is is a bright turquoise, which is almost blinding when it’s caught in bright sunlight

* Hairstyle is the iconic Hippie cut, and she’s never changed it in her entire life

* Noticeable facial feature is some near-constant dark circles under her eye mask, even though she does get a full night’s worth of sleep every day. Additionally, the shaping of her eye mask is quite odd, as it’s almost shaped like a pair of sunglasses and is ‘flat’ on top, akin to a straight line

* Sloshing Machine main, secondaries Octobrush (biased towards Sloshers and Brushes + Rollers in general, and they absolutely LOATHE Splatlings and Blasters)

* Hails from Inkopolis, born and raised there for their entire childhood and young adult years

* They’re a indie sofubi artist who moved into Splatsville to sell her original (ancient human culture inspired) sofubi figures to some solid success so far. She does make ends meet by working at Grizz Co., but she has been making good money with her tendency to win small Anarchy tournaments at a good rate

* S+ ranker, pretty big Splat Zones and Tower Control fan, but does enjoy playing Turf incredibly causally

* Leader of the team and is a excellent all-rounder type player, but tends to be a bad sore loser though when suffering from multiple losses in one day, ESPECIALLY after getting a real bad pull from the Shell-Out Machine *cough* pulling a meal ticket *cough*

🐙💗🎛 Aux Box AKA Spare 🎛💗🐙

* Male Octoling, he/him

* Natural ink color is a soft light pink, almost cotton candy-like

* Hairstyle is the Afro cut, but he does have a small X shaped scar on the back of it

* Noticeable facial feature is that due to years of using his favorite main weapon, there is a noticeable ‘dent’ below his right eye socket, on top of his eye mask. Additionally, there are faint scars on top of his knuckles, due to how often his fingers would hit the backside of the trigger guard….. plus getting into occasional fist fights with other competitors

* ONE-TRICK E-Liter 4K Scope main, as he refuses to secondary anything (you’d have to literally kill him to make him just TOUCH any other non-special weapon)

* Hails from Splatville, as he was born and raised there his entire life, amongst other incredibly lucky Octolings whose families dodged being forced to fight in the Great Turf War. Hence, his appearance and demeanor is radically different when compared to Octolings who were in Octavio’s army and defected, and he also seems to be totally disinterested in learning more about his culture’s history

* Once projected to be the next breakout Turf War star in the world, he had suddenly became spiteful in playing that mode and began to dominate Anarchy instead. He seems to be very closed off when being asked why he changed his initial goal in life, and becomes easily agitated when pressed even further on it

* X-Ranker, VERY BIG Rainmaker + Clam Blitz fan and he still absolutely crushes it in Splat Zones and Tower Control

* Second member to join the team, as he was impressed by Low-Vis’ prowess in a random Splatfest match, and was shockingly open to making a causal team, although he does overtake the leadership role every one in awhile (and he does rule with a iron fist, either to incredibly positive success or devastating failure)

🐙💜🌫 Yamagiri AKA Haze 🌫💜🐙

* Female Octoling, she/her

* Natural ink color is a bright lavender, but she can also turn it into a deeper red, essentially on-command

* Hair style is a mixture between the ‘traditional’ Octarian hair cut, and the Pony cut

* Noticeable facial feature is that oddly enough, her eye’s sclera are still tinted green. Additionally, she wears black eyeliner on top of her naturally purple eye mask, to try to fit in more amongst other Inkfish

* Mains Splatana Stamper, secondaries Octo Shot (the LEGITIMATE REAL thing, not at all the replica version)

* Hails from Inkopolis square, but she initially came from Octo Valley and moved into Splatsville for a fresher start in rebuilding up her life

* A former Octarian Army member, she has become disillusioned by the actions of her past and now deeply craves normalcy, once she heard the Calamari Inkantation

* Diehard Tableturf player, as she has a near-complete collection of every card that’s in active play and is a very tough competitor to beat. She makes a living off of the thrill of buying card packs and selling off the rares and secret rares she pulls, and does box set unboxing streams (although she only shows her hands when opening up the card packs, and even wears gloves when she does it to help obscure the shape of her fingertips)

* Third player to join the team, as she genuinely dislikes playing Turf or Anarchy, but does do it for the extra money and tickets at least, as she’s also addicted to the Shell-Out Machine, just like Low-Vis

🦑💛🎣 Paintball AKA Delta 🎣💛🦑

* Male inkling, he/they

* Natural ink color is a muddy yellow, but it can clear up to a more bolder yellow when they’re submerged in other Inkfishes’ ‘cleaner’ yellow ink.

* Hair style is the Spiky-Haired cut, but sometimes he does change it to the Buzz-Cut by just shaving off the spikes on top

* Noticeable facial feature is that the fangs on their beak are so long, that they peek through their lips, essentially causing them to have their mouth always agape so it doesn’t hurt as much. Additionally, their upper arms/upper legs/shoulders/back has some odd looking birthmarks, almost as if his natural biological ink is bleeding through his skin, and is dripping down their entire backside?……

* Krak-On Roller main, secondaries Explosher but on incredibly rare occasions

* Hails from Inkopolis Square?….. not even he himself is sure.

* Supposedly suffers from retrograde amnesia, as they lurk around Splatville at ‘dead’ hours, seemingly just ‘observing’ what’s going on in the area, with a almost dazed expression. It’s unknown where he even lives, as he’s almost always found at the Grizz Co building

* Profreshional Overfisher, as they’re UTTERLY OBSESSED with working at Grizz Co, as he works well over his usual full-time shifts to the point where the company had to tell him to literally go on vacation due to legal reasons. It is said that when out on the job, his normally dazed and meek behavior is RADICALLY changed to a more strict and intimidating aura, almost as if they’re a whole other person?…..

* Last member to join the team, as they are horrifically shy amongst others and is seemingly too scared to use his Kraken special for some odd reason?….. It is a miracle how Yamagiri managed to coax him into joining the team, as she does see potential in having a high ranking Salmon Runner who is INCREDIBLY acutely aware of his surroundings, when in the heat of battle