#zero explanation

[ladejemonadee]

howebury

[skitskatdacat63]

In my race notes:

EXCUSE ME PAST CATIE, BUT WHY ABSOLUTELY NO CONTEXT????? WHAT IS THIS 😭😭

[mochasucculent]

Was looking at refs and since Viktor has two different leg braces I was wondering, do we think he wears them simultaneously?? The refs don't perfectly line up perspective-wise so it's hard to tell but parts of the one he wears during the Hexcore scenes look like they could maybe line up with the brace that he wears over his clothes, but also some parts really don't and look like they'd be super uncomfy. Also HOW does he take these on and off. Experts weigh in

[pannotian]

Comic artist should spend more time analysing what a character would wear im so serious I hate these ugly h&m fits. What happened to charas having unique styles and outfits.

[inexplicably-spookified]

can you guess what i've been playing recently

[suja-janee]

What if, mk1 kuai liang originally trained with ice- but he had an incident which made him switch to fire?

[egophiliac]

Why do you think they put Savannah Claw Rook up to pull??? Is he even going to participate in Book 7???? I am so confused WHY HIM??? WHY NOT IDK, CREWEL? VARGAS? MAYBE TREIN?? WHY HIM.

I’m SO CONFUSED. Is it just for money grabbing or something like that? It doesn’t make any sense.

Also how prepared you are for the probably last update of Book 7?

I mean...it said he's a story card, and all the other story cards have had major roles, so I see no reason to assume he won't as well! (plus any staff cards are probably all going to be events like Crowley was; I would honestly be MORE surprised to see them as story cards.) really though I'm having fun trying to figure out how he's going to tie into things! we're back at Cerberus Ortho levels of "WHAT DOES IT MEEEAAAAN" and it's great. :D

I assume we're going to be doing some more dream-hopping, but I think it would be hilarious if it turned out to be someone else's dream instead of Rook's. who else could possibly be dreaming about him pre-fancification.

(I'm also half afraid that this really is the last part, and half afraid that it isn't. I'm -- I'm not going to believe anything until we get the diadorm rerun pickups, and maybe not even then)

[gofishygo]

"transmasc lesbians dont exist !!" ok then explain this absolute fucking zest fest

[ew-selfish-art]

Dpx Dc AU: Ectoplasm is required for Ghosts to be visible to the human eye- And Danny creates his own ectoplasm.

Danny is visiting Jazz in Gotham and its weird how friendly everyone is. Like, the city gets a really bad rapport, everywhere he goes there is someone trying to strike up a conversation or answer his questions about getting around to the tourist spots. A few people even pointed out restaurants and ways to find off the beaten path gems! Jazz seems to role her eyes at him, but when he brings up her 'roommate' being kind of cute she flat out laughs.

Danny then comes to understand the Jazz doesn't have a roommate and that Ghosts in Gotham don't move far from their haunts- He's just been inadvertently turning these undead folks visible by accident of generating abnormal amounts of ectoplasm.

Which, is comforting in a way, he's never walking this dangerous city alone and really, most of the ghosts have been really friendly! They disappear once he's a few blocks away from them anyway.

---

Tim Drake is having a horrible day.

He'd been given intel that one of Black Mask's guys was going to snitch but that he'd died before given the opportunity to reach out to the GCPD. He tracks down the guy's last know whereabouts and yikes. Its next to the Theater. Tim was often grateful for his childhood obsessions, this time it backfired.

Tim and Bruce get into an argument about trust and respect and, worst of all, mental health. And even though Tim was vehemently against Batman accompanying Red Robin to the alleyway - that's exactly what happens.

They arrive and Bruce is closing up faster than a clam in the contaminated Gotham Bay- Clearly being in the Alley bothers him. No fucking shit. RR gets started on collecting evidence, there are a few extra blood splatters and a single left shoe... When a kid walks into the Alley.

"Uh, sorry to intrude-" The kid looks scared shitless, and runs away. And then, all of a sudden, Batman and Robin aren't alone in the Alley.

Tim can hardly believe his eyes as the dead man appears and quickly blabs Black Mask's bank passwords and what the plan had been- and While he's over joyed to have that closure, he turns around to Batman weeping in the arms of his parents.

The ghosts fade, and the emotions are certainly charged as this was never something Bruce or Tim would have ever dreamed of happening. Ghosts in Gotham. Talking, floating, granting closure.

"RR, Bats, come in." Oracle calls into their ears.

"Reporting in, but, uh, we need a minute."

"A minute? We have a case on 4th and-"

"O, we just saw the ghosts of the Waynes. It's going to be a minute."

"...Lots of Ghost reports lately then. Any chance you saw a kid looking like he could be adopted?"

"Yeah, actually, black hair and blue eyes. He was super polite before he ran away."

"We have work to do. Oracle, lets prioritize finding our person of interest and divert Nightwing and Robin to the case on 4th." Batman cut between them on the comms and he sounded... calmer than either of them anticipated.

---

Jazz is no longer laughing when Batman appears at her door explaining that he's looking for Danny (Who already flew away from town to get a good night's sleep before class on Monday). Turns out Danny reunited the man with his dead parents just briefly- and then the second guy appears and mentions how Danny had also given a guy who'd been murdered by a Mob enough time to explain the ongoing threats the city faced.

Jazz just rolls her eyes and says that it's not like the ghosts are going anywhere anytime soon and Danny will visit in another month. When pressed, she just explains that her brother is a weirdo. No of course he doesn't have powers. Gaslight and Girlbosses her way out.

And Jazz thinks that the game is up for at least another month, obviously when Danny visits more shit will stir up, but then this new guy appears.

Unlike the other Bats who are keen on watching her from a distance, the Red Hood knocks on her door. Are her eyebrows all the way into her hairline when Red Hood asks her to send his thanks along to Danny because somehow this whole situation led to his Dad expressing remorse for his actions and apologizing? Yes, yes they are.

But Jazz can smell Dissertation Data off of these vigilantes- Who is she to send them away? Jazz welcomes Red Hood into her place for a cup of tea and a small chat.

The story then devolves into Jazz getting shit done, Danny being cute by proximity and also bringing ghosts to the party, and the Bats having trauma resolve between them.

[i-lavabean]

I forgot I had this and I am absolutely making it everyone’s problem

[fukkafyla3]

not me about to hyperfixate on a theatre kid

[lesbianslugreaction]

Once again I am thinking about how Javert should absolutely be included in the musical's finale. I know some smaller productions have done this, but the bigger ones need to step their game up. I mean, if goddamn Britain's Got Talent can get Javert singing in the finale, so should every other show, too!

Not having him there just goes so against the theme of redemption. Oh, Javert doesn't go heaven? I guess people can't change, after all. Oh, suicide is a sin that people go to hell for? Don't even get me started on that catholic garbage. By that logic, Valjean probably shouldn't be there, either...

It doesn't even have to be a big thing, just let my cringe blorbo sing the song in the background like the rest of the characters. He and Valjean could share a nod, a handshake, a hug, you name it!

Though actually, they should kiss. Who said that

[corner-in-corner]

Noona’s hidden world

please don’t judge me 🥹

desc: Jinrang is jealous that boys from second gen know something about you that he doesn’t

jealous!Jinrang x reader, pure fluff, it feels like they’re married for 10 years.

craziest duo from Busan second gen I could ever imagined

“Noona!”

“Min Jihoon!” you and the successor of Hashik crashed in an enthusiastic embrace, as if years rather than days had passed since your last meeting. In Tuesday. Today is Sunday, the same week.

From his position at the head of the table, Jinrang watched you with carefully hidden displeasure. These higher-ups meetings had become a source of mixed emotions for him—pride in having you by his side, yet unease at how eagerly you anticipated these gatherings.

The way you held the young man, his head tucked against your chest (he even took off his cap), your face lit with unrestrained joy—it stirred something dark in Wolf’s chest, making his usual stoic expression harder to maintain.

“Hyukjin!” you waved cheerfully to Hwang Jungeak’s protégé, while still keeping Min Jihoon close. The three of you quickly found your usual corner, heads bent together in animated discussion.

Baek Sang, standing near Jinrang, felt the atmosphere grow heave. It was a familiar tension, one that surfaced whenever you attended these meetings. Everyone knew about Jinrang’s possessive nature—though it had mellowed somewhat over time, sparing the first generation gang members from his mood swings whenever you showed kindness to others.

But the second generation’s appearance, these successors who were strangers to him, seemed to reawaken old demons.

Jinrang refused to call it jealousy. He had worked hard to overcome those unreasonable rages, though in secret, he acknowledged it wasn’t true growth—just discipline, just self-control. Just fear of loosing you.

He adapted well enough with most of the members of Busan four crews, but something about your trio sparked a primal unease in him. The effortless closeness, the inside jokes, the way you lowered your voice when speaking to them—it all hinted at something kept from him, and that thought alone made his jaw clench.

---

That evening, Jinrang entered your shared bedroom to find you curled up in bed, smiling at your phone with barely contained excitement. The moment he approached, you locked the screen, tucking the device away.

“What were you watching?” he settled beside you, resting his head on your chest, his gentle gaze meeting yours with an intensity that belied his expresionless tone.

“Nothing important,” you deflected, running your fingers through his hard. He closed his eyes, releasing a quiet sigh.

Despite the years you’d spent together, there remained a boundary he couldn’t cross—a line you’d drawn and maintained with careful precision. You kept certain parts of yourself locked away, offering no key to solve these mysteries.

Your relationship existed in carefully maintained spaces. In public, you were his partner—present, but always slightly apart from his world. You attended some of their meetings, helped in business matters, served as a bridge between generations. But you never fully immersed yourself in gang matters, maintaining your own identity beyond his shadow.

In private, you shared a different dynamic. Jinrang softened behind closed doors, allowing glimpses of vulnerability that no one else saw. You were the only one who knew how he liked to be held after difficult days, how he buried his face in your neck when words failed him, how the old nightmares still haunted him. Yet even in these intimate moments, you kept parts of yourself carefully guarded.

So many years together. A shared life, a bed, a future.

Yet, never quite all of you.

It was a silent battle—his possessiveness urging him to uncover every hidden part of you, while you maintained those boundaries, ready to withdraw if he pushed too hard.

His patience wore thinner with each passing day.

His arms tightened around you, drawing a soft laugh. Lost in thought, you hugged him back fiercely, then lifted his face to yours with a smile.

“Something on your mind?” he asked.

“I’ll be busy next Wednesday.”

The brief statement—he knew from experience that if you didn’t share more information immediately, no amount of questioning would reveal your plans.

---

Wednesday was unusually hectic for the King of Busan. Business matters drew him across the city, everything demanding his personal attention

His next stop was the karaoke bar, where an innocent update sent his blood running cold.

“Min Jihoon took leave today,” Shin Arim reported. “He didn’t specify why, but it seemed important.”

Jinrang forced himself to remain calm. Coincidences happened. Beside him, Baek silently prayed this was indeed just a coincidence, though his prayers went unanswered.

“Park Hyukjin requested a day off a week ago,” Hwang Jungeak said, his expression neutral, but shift in Jinrang’s aura was anything but calm.

Jinrang’s teest ground together. Still, it could be fucking coincidence.

But then he saw the three of you.

Through a cafe window, you laughed with two younger men. You were focused on something in your hands, oblivious to his presents.

His mind instantly crafted bloody scenarios—dragging both boys into the Arena, bypassing their mentors’ protection, testing their worth firsthand. But the…

“Noona, you have to stop him!” Jihoon whined. “Or Jinrang-sunbaenim will throw us to the ring and break our bones!”

“Don’t worry, I’ll handle him,” you waved him off, too absorbed to look at him. “I can’t believe how beautiful my girl is! Absolutely divine!”

Jinrang frowned. What?

Hyukjin leaned in, examining the object. “She really is stunning. How does ORKA-nim keep improving the artwork?”

“I’m telling you, it’s like divine revelation!” you gushed. “It should be illegal to create something this magnificent!”

Jinrang finally looked—really looked—at what had captivated you so much.

It was a collectible card, like the ones Hyun Baekjin sold. But it was drawn.

He had spent years unraveling you, peeling back your layers with careful patience, only to realize he had missed something entirely. Would he ever have discovered this side of you f not for sheer coincidence?

”Why not invite Jinrang-sunbaenim?” Hyukjin asked, unknowingly voicing the question in Jinrang’s mind. “We love your company, but you always invite us instead of him.”

You froze.

”Absolutely not!”

Curious, Jinrang shifted closed to hear better.

“But why?” Jihoon presed.

“You think I haven’t dated before?” you ruffled his hair affectionately. “The only reason this relationship works is because he doesn’t know. As long as he’s unaware, I can control myself and we can stay together.” There was a guilt in your voice.

“I don’t understand…”

“Would he really understand this?” you gestured the card. “It’s always the same pattern—you share your hobby, get excited about it, start talking too much, and then the leave because of it. Every time.” your voice carried old pain.

Each word struck like a physical blow.

You had stood by him through everything. Through blood, fights, power struggles. Your had accepted his darkness, his flaws. And yet, this—this simple joy of yours—you couldn’t trust him with?

Had he failed as a parthner?

“But I found you guys!” you smiled. “Oh, take my picture by the standee!”

Before you could stand up, he stepped forward, taking your phone from your hands.

“Next to her?” he asked, voice unreadable as usual.

You face turned pale, shock making you motionless.

For a moment, Hyukjin worried you might faint.

One look of his and boys fled away, though they needn’t have worried—privately, Jinrang appreciated their role as your safe space.

You stood stiffly beside the standee, watching him for signs of judgement. Jinrang studied you, reminding the same reaction at early days of his courtship.

He studies you for a long moment. Then, he selected a bouquet from a nearby display and placed it in your hands.

“They suit you.” he said simply.

By this simple action, the tension broke. A blush crept across your cheeks, relieve flooding your features.

Standing beside the “divine beauty” girl, you outshone her in Jinrang’s eyes. The smile—not your public smile, not your private one, but something real and beautiful.

He took several photos, satisfaction settling in his chest at finally solving the mystery that had plagued him for so long.

Jinrang knew—he would learn every part of you and claim all of you—one step at a time.

---

That night, back in the warmth of your shared bedroom, you lay curled against him, your head rising and falling with the steady rhythm of his breathing. You scrolled through the photos he took, selecting the best ones for your socials.

Jinrang watched you in quiet amusement, fingers lazily tracing patters along your arm. He had spent the evening processing everything—the secret drawers full of merch, the secret meet-ups, the way you had instinctively hidden that part of yourself from him. And yet, here you were now, nestled against him like always, the very embodiment of comfort and trust.

“When did you get so good at taking photos?” You turned the phone towards him, showing off a perfectly framed shot of you standing beside the life-sized character standee, your face radiant with happiness.

“It’s because it’s you,” he replied, tightening his embrace.

“I should make you my official photographer then.” you teased.

He smirked. “As you wish, Your Grace.” His voice imitating webtoon characters he had skimmed through earlier.

You couldn’t help but to laugh at him.

His arms around you spoke better than his words—protection, acceptance, love without condition.

But then, your laughter turned into something more hesistant. “You really don’t mind?” you asked, voice quieter now. The question was heavier than it seemed, carrying the weight of past rejections and failed relationships.

Jinrang exhaled slowly, as if breathing out the last traces of whatever resentment or frustration had lingered from earlier. “No,” he said simply. “Next time I’ll go with you”

You blinked, titling your head up to study his emotionless face. “Even if I talk too much about it?”

“Yes,” he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I want to know every part of you—even the ones you think I won’t understand.”

A grin tugged at your lips. “You might regret this when I start a character analysis”

He met your gaze, eyes filled with something steady and unshakable. “Never.”

After a bit, he added.

“Though I won’t be able to memorize the difference in K-pop generations”

“Why did you—”

“Hyun Baekjin is obsessed with this.”

---

Much later, you remained wrapped up in each other, scrolling through photos from previous events. Jinrang listened as you spoke about the stories behind the characters, the nuances of the worldbuilding, power dynamics. Your words tumbled out in excited rushes, only pausing occasionally—almost cautiously—to check if he got bored.

He never did.

“I’m sorry I kept this from you,” you murmured, voice full of guilt.

His arms tightened around you, grounding you in place. “Don’t apologize for protecting yourself,” he said, his voice low, firm. “But know you don’t have to. Not with me.”

You swallowed, the meaning behind his words settling deep. Then, shifting slightly in his embrace, you placed a lingering kiss on his chest, right over his heart.

Silence stretched between you—comfortable and understanding.

“You look hot in this costume,” Jinrang commented the photo from cosplay event. “Give me a show”

P.S.

The next morning, as you prepared coffee for both of you, Jinrang sat at the table, still half-lost in thought.

You placed a cup in front of him, watching as he took a sip. Then almost too casually, you added, “By the way… don’t bully the children.”

Jinrang frowned. He looked up. “When did I—”

“They are scared of you,” you said matter-of-fact, leaning against the counter with a knowing smile. “They don’t know how to act around you. Don’t scare them.”

“I never did.”

“Especially Jihoon and Hyukjin.” you took a sip of your own coffee. “They were practically crying about how you were going to break their bones.”

Jinrang set his cup with a quiet clink. “They are my favorites.”

Your eyebrows shot up. “Since when?”

“Since yesterday.” His expression was unreadable. “If I break their bones, it’s just to make them stronger.”

You sighed dramatically, shaking your head. “Never say this to children.”

They earned respect of the King of Busan. And, for better of worse, that meant these two would have to deal with him for a long time.

notes: let’s hope I didn’t messed up with names. I have zero explanation why exactly Min Jihoon and Park Hyukjin duo, if Shin Arim exists.

[astrobbie]

“this show is making me like the men more” when the shows literally been setting this up from ep1. they literally eat people did you think they WERENT going to lose their morals more and more as the show progresses? did you think the hunting scene in season 2 was the worst it got and not the beginning of their descent into violence and horror? i feel like i’ve entered some alternate universe because half the complaints about season 3 make no sense to me and i just think a lot of you need to stop watching the show and just stick to reading fanfic or something because a lot of the complaints just sound like you dont like the season bc its not going the way you made up in your head

[sylunisart]

Fuck it, I made an edit of this meme

[scholliski]

one of my favourite parts of this Jean trilogy era has been Nora randomly dropping acronyms with zero explanation, knowing that we’ll have them figured out and in our regular vocabulary before the day is over