#my interpretation

[demiseproject]

this scene always made me think that Gortash is the one looking through the eye in thise moment, especially playing as the dark urge. Imagine gortash jsut keeping watch all over the sword coast, and then seeing something he recognises, and then, he sees it... his long lost lover, who was claimed to be dead.

"confusion. alarm." it feels very in character for gortash, noticing durge just there, staring, as if he could see him.

[harmonyrae]

Merging Territories

Synopsis: You just need a little more time with him, you don’t want him to go. Sylus once said actions are more sincere. It’s time to act, no more games.

AN: This is my interpretation of Sylus’s Night of Secrecy memory.

Content Warnings: Fingering, oral (f receiving), handjob, praise kink, implied unprotected sex, PiV, squirting, cream pie, 18+ MDNI

Word Count: 4.6k

“I won.”

You couldn’t hide your smirk as you slid the final part into place on the gun. You shift on the carpet and turn to face Sylus, pressing the muzzle under Sylus’s chin. His eyes narrow and raises his hands in defeat. He lets out a breathy chuckle, tilting his chin to look at you.

“And I lost. Go ahead. Ask your question.”

You’re suddenly aware of how warm the room is. The fireplace crackles and pops, providing the only light in the large sitting room. Sylus’s features are shrouded in shadow, his skin looks warm and soft. You weren’t exactly sure what you wanted to do, you just wanted to spend more time with him. You weren’t ready for him to go. Just a little more time. 

As you stare into Sylus’s eyes, you feel your stomach tighten. You decided to trust your instincts, not entirely sure if it was a good idea or not. You lower the gun, check the safety is on and place it on the floor before locking eyes with him again.

“I’m sleepy.”

“Uh…”

His confusion mirrors your own. You felt your cheeks burn and you hope he can’t tell in the low lighting. The past few months have flown by, you remember meeting Sylus and how much you initially hated him. But over time, you’d seen a side of him that made your heart pound and butterflies flutter in your stomach. You knew what you wanted. Sylus’s words echo in your mind.

I believe sincerity is not having to beat around the bush or play any games.

You had played your game and now, you felt guilty. You swallow your anxiety and square your shoulders.

“Can you… tuck me in?”

Sylus raises a brow and leans forward. His eyes scan your face, like he’s trying to figure something out.

“I thought a certain relentless hunter would ask about my destination.”

You cross your arms and pout dramatically.

“I care more about the present than an answer I can’t get. So… Are you doing it or not?”

“Of course, kitten.”

That damn smirk is back and you can’t stop staring at his mouth. He stands before leaning down to pick you up. You wrap your arms around his neck as he tucks an arm under your legs. He swiftly picks up your heels, which were discarded next to the couch. He looks down at you as he makes his way out of the sitting room and towards the stairs.

“This request is way more powerful than that little gun.”

You feel your heart pounding in your chest, your brain feels fuzzy. You try to keep your hands still and not give in to the temptation to drag your hand down his exposed chest. He had undone his tie and unbuttoned his shirt shortly after getting home, intending to change but you challenged him to your little game. It was like you were being punished for messing with him. He had just sat there, his torso on display for you. 

You kept your eyes on his face, trying to ignore the delicious firmness of his abdomen against your hip. He looks down at you, his eyes look… gentle? The smirk from downstairs was gone, replaced with a soft smile. You hear a clatter and glance over his shoulder to see your shoes discarded on the floor. His arm circling around your waist, his hand resting on your hip.

He enters the bedroom and strides to the couch next to the window. The snow was building up rather quickly, a thin sheet of white covering the lawn outside. He stops at the couch and waits for you to let go so he can set you down. But that all too familiar twinge of panic settles over you, keep him close.  “If you don’t want to lie down, I can keep holding you until I leave.”

Another memory flashes in your mind. The small yurt in the grasslands, the bed you shared with him, his strong arms wrapped around you keeping you warm.

Sincerity really is the best.

“What if I don’t want you to leave…?”

Sylus holds your gaze. You move your hand slowly and rest your palm against the side of his neck. His heart beat is rapid and his skin feels warmer than before.

“Then.. we better make the most of our time before dawn.”

He leans down, forcing you to set your feet on the floor. He stands before you, you barely realize your hand is still resting on his chest. God, you want this. You don’t want to lose your nerve.

You push him down onto the couch, he grunts, a brief expression of surprise gracing his face. You settle your knee between his legs. You press your hand against his chest again, your fingers itching to explore. He tilts his head forward and looks at you, his eyes urging you to continue. 

Actions do speak louder than words. And more sincere.

He’s right. You’ve tried to find the right words for the past three days and they always get lost between your brain and your mouth. It’s time to stop thinking so damn much. 

You caress his face, slipping your hand behind his neck. His reaction to your touch tells you everything you need to know. His shaky breath and the corner of his mouth curling upwards - his excitement palpable. You pull him to you and the moment your lips touch, your mind clears. His kiss is exactly like you imagined it to be. The kiss is needy and rapid, he moves like he is intoxicated. You wrap your arm around his neck, feeling his chest graze yours sets your skin ablaze again.

You bring your other knee down and straddle his leg, inching yourself closer to him. He places a hand on the back of your thigh and pulls you to him. Your bodies collide, your knee finally presses against his groin and your breath catches. He was so fucking hard. His hand trails up to your ass and he holds you close.

He pulls back for only a moment, his breathing unsteady and his eyes hazy. 

“You really don’t want me to leave?”

He leans forward once again to capture your lips. His hands start to explore your back, his fingers sending chills over your exposed skin. You roll your hips, desperate for more. He moans into your mouth, his tongue finally tracing your lips requesting entrance - you immediately oblige. His hands drift down to your waist and he lifts you, allowing you to shift and properly straddle him. 

You hold his shoulders in an attempt to steady yourself, but your thighs are already burning and you just want to sit down. But if you do that, he will undoubtedly feel how wet you are. Your panties soaked and your lace shorts wouldn’t serve as much of a barrier. You needed to change positions, you wanted to feel his body on top of you. You mumble into his mouth, your words lost amongst the messy kisses. Sylus opens his eyes and meets yours.

“Sylus, over there…”

Your head tilts towards the bed. He tucks his hands under your ass and lifts you up, your legs wrapping around him in an instant. His leg hits the bed and he sinks his knee into the mattress, slowly lowering you down onto your back, his lips never leaving yours.

As you settle on the bed, he pulls back to look at you. His cheeks flushed and his lips puffy. You reach up to lock your fingers behind his neck to pull him down. He holds back and that smug smile returns. His fingers caress your cheek and for a moment it’s like you are meeting him for the first time. But instead of cowering, you are holding on for dear life, never wanting to let go.

“Looks like we’re on the same page when it comes to not wanting to waste time.”

You try to control your breathing, but staring at him doesn’t help. You try to look away, but his hand catches your chin. He takes hold of your face, keeping you in place. 

“Stay focused, kitten.”

He covers your eyes with his other hand. 

“Don’t look.”

With your eyes covered, your other senses buzz to life. He starts kissing you again, his open mouth kisses leaving you even more breathless. He lets his tongue dip out and trace your lips before placing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. You finally allow yourself to moan, softly at first to test the waters. You feel his hips lower and he grinds against you. His response was more than you could have hoped for. Just the thought of him being so turned on by the sounds you make is almost enough to send you over the edge. 

All you can hear are your combined breathy moans and the pounding of your heart in your ears. He glides his hand down your arm and threads his fingers with yours. His thumb gently rubbing your palm.

When he finally removes his hand from over your eyes, you want to giggle at his love drunk expression. You’re not even sure he can still see you through the haze. You reach up and touch his cheek, his warmth seeping into your fingertips.

“Am I being too greedy… if I ask you to keep your eyes only on me?”

As you pull away, he grabs your hand. 

“You always had that right.”

He places a chaste kiss on your wrist.

“Which means…”

He leans down and places kisses along your neck and collarbone. You feel his lips drag across your skin and you clench your fists, grabbing a fistful of the comforter beneath you. Your moans are much louder now. His lips are so soft, and every time they make contact you feel your clit throb.

“You can be even greedier.”

He hovers just over your breast, he lets his lips press down gently, kissing your nipple through your top. You feel a burst of pleasure. You wanted nothing more than for his lips to explore every inch of your body.

He rises, reaching down to lift your leg beside him. His hand strokes your thigh before he bends to place a kiss on your knee. When his eyes meet yours again, the intensity behind his gaze overwhelms your senses.

“Do you want it, kitten?”

You take a moment and let your eyes roam. His silver necklace dangles from his neck, sweat has started to drip down his chest, his abs look tight - like he is tensing, awaiting your answer. And then you see how his pants have become much too tight, his erection threatening to break through the confines at any moment. There was only one answer to his question and you didn’t have to think.

“Yes.”

His smile vanishes as he leans in, hungry for more. The answer is yes, but you didn’t want him to think you could be tossed around like a ragdoll. Well, you wouldn’t mind that, but you didn’t want to feel powerless. You know what you like and what you want him to do to you. And what you want to do to him. 

You reach your hand up and place it firmly against his chest stopping him in his tracks. He grunts, his brows knit together and his eyes light up with panic. He regains his composure and  slowly lowers his hand under your knee, pulling you downwards. You feel your tits bounce at the sudden movement. 

“You haven’t changed your mind, have you?” 

He bends your knee once more, bringing your thigh up to his mouth. He kisses your inner thigh right by your knee. The thought of his kisses trailing down your thigh until he sinks his face into your soaked pussy…

“You just said ‘yes’?” 

His voice is needy and broken with his gasps for air.

“I’m hoping yes is still your answer because…”

He releases your thigh and slowly lowers himself on top of you. Your thighs spread open and he presses his erection against your center. He lowers to his elbows, tucks a hand under your waist and holds your face with the other.

“I just can’t hold back anymore.”

He traces your lips with his thumb before diving back in. His kisses seem more desperate now, he doesn’t wait for either of you to catch your breath. He nips at your lower lip and his intensity grows with every shift of your hips or moan echoing from your throat.

You start to feel dizzy. And not the fun kind of dizzy, the “I might pass out” kind.

“Sylus… I can’t breathe…”

You finally push Sylus away and try to catch your breath. You feel a strand of hair fall against your forehead, you try to blow it away, but it stays put. Sylus brushes it aside, tucking it behind your ear. 

He holds your chin, forcing you to look at him. He looks down at you and, while you’re completely clothed, you feel exposed. He can feel your body shiver, your nipples hard and needy beneath your blouse. He’s reading you like a book. He nuzzles his face into your neck. He sinks his teeth into the tender flesh above your collarbone. He’s fucking biting you. And god, it felt incredible. You can’t suppress a moan, but quickly clear your throat and try to be angry. 

“Hey, no biting here.”

He sighs.

“First you want it rough, now you want it soft… You’re a tough one to please tonight, kitten.”

He slides a hand behind your neck and soothes the sensitive skin with tender kisses. He pulls back, lifting his chest away from yours and looks down at you, his eyes glowing in the dim light.

“What do you really want? Won’t you be honest and tell me like you just did?”

You let your hands glide down his chest, digging your nails in as you pass over his nipples and down to his abs. You feel him shudder, here’s your chance.

“... I’m not falling for your tricks.”

You push his shoulder hard, he tips and you hook your leg, rolling him over. The change in positions allows you to finally take a deep breath. You plant your hands on his chest as you take in his shocked expression. You rarely catch him off guard, it’s a treat really. 

“I told you that a hunter doesn’t like being passive.”

His eyes narrow and he nods slowly. His hands wrap around your waist and he traces the zipper of your top. He tugs gently at the zipper tab, just enough to send the message.

“So, you want control.” His voice was raspy and so damn sexy.

Your new position was supposed to help you get more air, but with Sylus fiddling with your top, your chest heaves. You close your eyes and run your hands down his chest again, feeling the goosebumps rise across his skin under your fingertips.  

“Unfortunately, I can’t give it to you. Not yet, at least.”

He finally pulls the tab further down, the buzz of the teeth separating fills the room. Your top loosens and you feel his hand press against your newly exposed skin. He hesitates, giving you a moment to stop him. Instead, you pull the straps down and pull your top away, tossing it to the floor behind you. 

His hands slide up your back unhindered before gliding his hand around to cup your breast. The feeling of his palm on the underside of your tit makes you shiver. His thumb flicks over your nipple and you moan, throwing your head back. 

Your body is on fire as his hands explore your breasts, squeezing and tugging until you grab his wrists. He tucks his hands under your ass and lifts you, he sits up against the headboard. He wraps an arm around your waist while his other hand squeezes your breast, lifting it to his mouth. He rolls his tongue over the hardened peak before closing his lips around it. He holds your nipple between his teeth, not biting, but the pressure is enough to make you rock your hips against him. 

He releases your breast, his mouth moving to the other as he sinks his hand down the back of your shorts. He squeezes your ass while he suckles your breast, he’s painfully slow in his movements.

You try to lean back, the teasing becoming torturous. 

“... Don’t run.”

“You’re… so annoying…” Your voice barely above a whisper.

“I won’t deny it. I guess you can say I lied. Tonight, you’re not the only one feeling greedy…”

He picks you up, his hands under your thighs and you reach around his neck instinctively. He leans forward quickly and your back meets the bed again. His head dips down and he places kisses down your chest, kissing each nipple before continuing down your stomach.

“And I won’t be leaving until this greed is completely satisfied.” 

He reaches the waistband of your shorts and traces it with his finger. He hesitates. “Ah, I misspoke.”

You look down at him and watch him crawl over you until you’re face-to-face. 

“What…?”

He stares into your eyes, lifting a hand to gently hold your cheek.

“Greed can never be satisfied…”

He picks up your hand and places it against his chest. You feel his rapid heart beat. 

“But you can temporarily soothe it.”

His voice is calm, but the storm behind his eyes tugs at your heartstrings. He needs to know that you want him as much as he wants you.

“Say it again. Do you want it?”

You run your fingers through his damp hair. He closes his eyes and leans into your touch. You reach up and lock your fingers behind his neck, pulling him to you. You kiss him sweetly. He lets out a breath, as if he’d been holding it this whole time. You press your forehead to his.

“This is my answer.”

Sylus doesn’t hesitate to capture your lips once more. His hands move urgently to knead your breasts. You grab hold of his shirt and push it over his shoulders, he tugs the shirt loose and tosses it aside. Your hands explore his body, the definition of his abs, the curve of his chest, the deep V leading to the waistband of his pants.

He hooks his fingers and tugs your shorts and underwear down in one motion. The sudden burst of air against your core makes you moan loudly. You felt his fingers slide across your pussy, stopping at your clit to pinch and tug. You arch your back off the bed and cry out.

“Sy…!”

You hear a deep chuckle as the bed dips and you feel your legs being pushed apart. You look down in time to see his face dig into you. His nose rubs against your clit while his tongue presses into your entrance. He works slowly, reveling in your body reacting to every flick of his tongue. 

He shifts his mouth and sucks in your clit. You feel your hips twitch and you grind against his face. A deep moan of approval vibrates against your clit and your hands fly down to grip Sylus’s hair. Your tugs only earn you more groans and vibrations leaving you shaking. His finger circles your entrance and you buck your hips again.

“Sylus fuck…!”

You can feel him smile against your pussy. He wastes no time and presses in two fingers until his palm is flat against you. He curls them slowly and he strokes a spot that makes you see stars almost immediately. 

You’re shamelessly riding his hand now, your hips bucking every time he hits that spot. You feel tears pool and spill over. Your orgasm builds rapidly. You tug on Sylus’s hair once more, harder this time. He groans and pulls back just enough, his words muffled.

“Come for me, beautiful.” 

You hold your breath, calling on your remaining willpower to make this request.

“No, Sylus… I want… I need –”

His movements slow and he lifts his head to look at you, his fingers still pumping in and out slowly. You wiggle your hips away from his agile fingers, but Sylus grabs your hip, pressing you into the mattress to keep you still. 

“Tell me what you desire.” His voice is smooth as silk.

“I want you… inside me... Please Sylus...”

Sylus smiles, your arousal coats his chin and he licks his lips savoring your taste. He leans down to kiss you, slowly and purposefully. You taste yourself and whimper. He removes his fingers and runs his hands up your thighs.

“So direct.”

He reaches down to pull at his belt. You reach down to help him and he chuckles, placing his hand back on the bed to let you handle it. He rests his forehead against yours.

“I’ll give you anything you want, sweetie. Everything I have is yours.”

You unbutton his pants and slide down the zipper, your hands shaking as your mind reels from his words. You meet his gaze as your hand slides down the front of his boxers. You wrap your hand around the base of his cock and firmly drift your hand up and down. His mouth falls open and he gasps quietly.

“All I want is you.”

You feel lighter, like this secret you’d been keeping was weighing you down. And for what? You had finally let your guard down, you didn’t need it when you were with him. Not anymore. He was what you wanted, he made you feel safe, seen, beautiful, happy. 

Hearing your words stirred something in him. He looks down at you, his eyes glistening. The smile on his face is radiant and you trace it with your thumb, wanting to always remember this moment. 

He pulls your hand from his boxers before standing briefly to remove his pants and boxers completely. How he felt didn’t do him justice, he was going to fill you and then some. He chuckles, he must have seen your eyes widen. He crawls back onto the bed and hovers over you, leaning down to kiss your forehead.

“Don’t be afraid, kitten. I have you. I won’t hurt you.”

You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down, his chest presses against you and you sigh at how perfect his skin feels against yours. One of his hands dips down and starts tracing languid circles around your clit. You kiss him hard, feeling his presence everywhere. 

He rolls you over to your side and guides your leg over his hip. His arm under you wrapping around your shoulder to keep you close. You hold his cheek before raking your fingers through his hair. 

You finally feel the head of his cock press against your entrance and you shudder. He reaches down, angles himself and then tucks his hand under your knee, lifting your leg higher. He starts to press into you and you have to break the kiss to groan in response. He takes his time, letting you adjust and stretch. He waits for you to push your hips forward, begging for more of him, before he continues. You grab a fistful of his hair and dig your nails into his back. 

“Are you ready? Tell me…”

His muffled words bring you back. You let out a breathy laugh and bury your face in his neck.

“Yes, Sy… all of you.”

He bucks his hips one last time and buries himself fully. You scream his name, completely overwhelmed. He strokes your hip and cradles your head. He kisses you slowly as he pulls out and rams back into you. You moan into his mouth, incoherent words tumble from your lips.

“You’re so… perfect, so… so beautiful…” 

His words are broken, his pace quickening with every syllable. You start to match his movements, feeling him deeper and deeper with every thrust. He rolls you on your back once more and you wrap your legs around his waist, locking your heels. His lips trail down your neck to your chest, his pace never faltering. 

“Feels so – ngh – you feel so good Sy… oh god…”

His moans start to sound like whimpers as he takes in your praises. You want to hear him and feel him and hold him, always. Your muscles clench and you feel the pressure building, Sylus can feel it too, your walls fluttering around him bringing him close to the brink as well. He starts to thrust faster, his hands finding your breasts again to pinch and tug at your swollen nipples. 

Your thighs burn from how tightly you’re holding onto him and pulling yourself upwards. Every nerve is on fire and your lungs burn with how hard you are breathing. His pace starts to become erratic, his hips stuttering. 

“Come for me, Sy. Come in me…”

He holds his breath, trying to slow down and hold off, but you’re not letting him. You realize he wanted control, but really he never had it. Not completely. His pleasure is directly linked to your own. And he wants to give you everything you desire. Right now, all you desire is feeling his release deep inside you. He’s already made his way into your heart and now… 

That’s when it hits you. You place kisses along his jaw and down his neck. You sink your teeth into his skin and the way he moans your name sends you right over the edge. You release his neck and throw your head back, chanting his name louder and louder. Your climax gushes across his abdomen and thighs, soaking the sheets beneath you. 

“Fuck fuck fuck…”

Sylus tries to continue his movements, but once he sees the intensity of your release he can’t hold back. You feel the warmth of his cum and nearly cry out with how full you feel. His cock buried deep inside you, his cum filling you to the brim, his voice singing your name, his lips peppering your face and neck with open mouth kisses. 

He slowly pulls out and you unhook your legs, you fall to the bed and your legs tremble. Sylus rubs your hips, massaging them carefully. Your breathing steadies and you force your eyes open. Sylus hovers above you, he looks at you with so much admiration and joy, his hair slicked back with sweat, his neck bearing the mark you left. You reach up to hold his face, stroking his cheeks softly. 

“My beloved…” You whisper.

Sylus collapses on top of you, burying his face in your neck, smothering you with a thousand kisses. You wrap your arms around him and hold him close. You’ve never felt so at peace. 

You desperately want more, but your mind is drifting. Sylus senses your exhaustion, he rolls off of you, sits up to grab the blanket from the bottom of the bed, covers you both and drapes an arm over your waist. You roll on your side and lean back, letting him pull you to him until your back is flat against his chest. You lift your head and Sylus slips his arm under, letting you use his arm as a pillow. You let out a deep contented sigh. 

With Sylus holding you close, his steady breaths fanning your ear, his heart beat putting you at ease, it doesn’t take long for you to fall into a dreamless sleep. You wonder if you’ll ever dream again? What’s left to dream of? You have everything you could possibly dream of right here.

AN (part 2): I want to note a few things real quick. Even with their dialogue about control, I feel like it was less about who dominates and more about love making. I also FIRMLY believe MC has a TON of control. In my opinion, Sylus enjoys dominance in the act, but not necessarily in the relationship. He will do anything she desires. Thank you for reading!! :)

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[spompom]

A little drawing of an AU where Billy raised as a successor for the wizard Shazam

[breezstr]

Tributes + Lenore cause I luv her ❤️

[mirthfulmoonshine]

Hello Buntoine nation I’m new here

[duckcrumbs]

*kid with skull face paint* “I like turtles 🐢”

[philiosart]

“Your Idol” is Gwi-Ma using the Saja Boys as a mouthpiece (and not Jinu singing about Rumi)

I keep seeing posts, “omg when Jinu sings ‘you know I’m the only one who loves your sins,’ he’s singing about Rumi!!” and I have two gripes with this statement. First, I’m not convinced “Your Idol,” is sung by the Saja boys (more on that later). Second, if Jinu is singing about Rumi, it would be a messed-up thing to say to her, and I feel like we’re not addressing that.

“I’m the only one who loves your sins,” is a statement straight out of the abuser handbook. A statement used to isolate the victim from friends/family and make them solely reliant on the abuser for support, be it emotional, physical, or financial. This is the abuser's way of controlling their victim. This is not the vibe I get from Jinu, even if we are looking at a perspective of cycles of abuse. Which is why I believe “Your Idol” is the Saja Boys being used as a mouthpiece for Gwi-Ma, rather than Jinu singing a song about/for Rumi.

Almost every line in “Your Idol,” draws a direct parallel to a pattern of behavior that we have seen from Gwi-Ma, both from Jinu’s backstories/conversations with Rumi and from how Gwi-Ma begins to sink his claws into the fans after the idol awards flop. This is very stereotypical of these fantasy “battle-of-the-bands” style movies, but I think breaking down the lyrics is a fun exercise anyway, and I think it’s worth diving into that. Which I will do now.

Keeping you obsessed, keeping you in check

Play me on repeat, 끝없이 in your head

Anytime it hurts, play another verse

I can be your sanctuary

Gwi-Ma instills a sense of unending self-doubt and degrades self-esteem over time, and often, negative self-talk becomes an unending record in people’s minds. I especially like “Anytime it hurts, play another verse, I can be your sanctuary” because at first glance it sounds like “playing another verse,” would be a form of comfort for the hurt, when in reality it is just more negative self-talk that leads to a spiral.

Know I'm the only one right now

I will love you more when it all burns down

More than power, more than gold

Yeah, you gave me your heart, now I'm here for your soul

The Saja boys did the hard part already; Gwi-Ma is just cleaning up by enacting the final step of the plan. “More than power, more than gold,” the effect that the Saja Boys had in disrupting the Honmoon, which was turning gold. This line could also be a reference to “Golden,” stating that the Saja Boys’ influence is more powerful than Huntr/x’s final push towards a golden Honmoon by releasing the single.

You know, I’m the only one who loves your sins

Feel the way my voice gets underneath your skin

Once again, we hear the isolation that Gwi-Ma wants from his victims, telling them to push everyone else away because only he can truly understand them. We see this in Jinu’s flashback when Gwi-Ma is talking to him in the puddle, and he subsequently leaves behind his family.

Listen 'cause I'm preachin' to the choir

Can I get the mic a little higher?

Gimme your desire

I can be the star you rely on

내 황홀의 취해, you can't look away

Don't you know I'm here to save you

The fans (i.e., the choir) have already succumbed to Gwi-Ma’s influence; this song is just the final siren call for collecting their souls en masse.

Now we runnin' wild

Yeah, I'm all you need, I'ma be your idol

The demons have been released “runnin’ wild” and the Honmoon is broken. Now, Gwi-Ma is your king/idol.

Cue Baby Saja.

Uh, 빛이나는 fame, 계속 외쳐, I'm your idol

Thank you for the pain 'cause it got me going viral

Uh, yeah, 낫지 않는 fever, makin' you a believer

나를 왜 넌 존재하는 idol?

Don't let it show, keep it all inside

The pain and the shame, keep it outta sight

Your obsession feeds our connection

이 순간 give me all your attention

Something about this verse is particularly interesting to me, focusing on “the pain and the shame, keep it outta sight,” which is the exact way that Mira and Zoey talk about Celine. It is a very interesting minor parallel that pops up between Celine and Gwi-Ma, because the shame that Celine uses to control Rumi is extremely similar to the shame that Gwi-Ma uses to control the demons. (Frankly, I could make an entirely separate post about Celine and her misguided/maybe abusive tactics in training Huntr/x) We see a similar correlation in the next line “your obsession feeds our connection,” since the fans are no longer being used to power the Honmoon, they are allowing the demons to enter the human world even to the point that Gwi-Ma was able to pass over, which I imagine would take an extraordinary amount of power.

Living in your mind now

Too late 'cause you're mine now

I will make you free

When you're all part of me

This part switches into a haunting chant, luring fans towards the stage and starting to claim the fans’ souls. I loved the visual of the zombified fans stumbling towards Gwi-Ma; it shows just how much power he has over everyone in the audience.

Listen 'cause I'm preaching to the choir

Can I get the mic a little higher?

Gimme your desire

Watch me set your world on fire

내 황홀의 취해, you can't look away

No one is coming to save you

Now we runnin' wild

You're down on your knees, I'ma be your idol

A final chorus and shift in lyrics here; “I can be the star you rely on” becomes “Watch me set your world on fire”; “Don't you know I'm here to save you” becomes “No one is coming to save you”; and “Yeah, I'm all you need, I'ma be your idol” becomes “You're down on your knees, I'ma be your idol” This final change up in lyrics at the end, dropping the facade and lies that Gwi-Ma tells his followers and revealing his thinly veiled intentions with a true threat. The trap has sprung, and the souls belong to Gwi-Ma. (except, of course, Rumi swoops in with “This is What it Sounds Like,” and saves the day. The only cure to self-deprecation is radical self-acceptance, a recurring theme in these kinds of films that I eat up every single time. We even see how her own self-acceptance helps Jinu heal and learn to forgive himself, leading him to his sacrifice.)

Breaking down a villain song like this, hunting (haha) for connections and callbacks, is really interesting in what is an otherwise pretty straightforward song. I’d definitely do something like this again, despite the fact that what started as a fairly casual post has now become more of a dissertation XD

TL;DR Jinu isn’t singing about Rumi in “Your Idol” because that would be super abusive and unlike him. Gwi-Ma is using the Saja Boys as a mouthpiece in this performance to finally collect all the fans’ souls, and using callbacks to previous scenes to reveal the true intentions of the Saja Boys.

[shyjusticewarrior]

What districts the batfam would be from

Bruce - Capitol

Kate - Capitol

Barbara - District 8

Dick - wherever Haly's Circus currently was when everywhere was barricaded

Jason - District 12

Cass - District 2

Tim - Capitol

Steph - District 12

Duke - District 12

Damian - Capitol

[destiel-wings]

Dean Winchester & hug dynamic analysis

I was thinking about how whenever Dean hugs someone he's almost always the one hugging the other and how this links to his psychological trauma of always being the caretaker of people, making himself bigger to protect them.

Because that's how Dean sees himself, as a shield for others, and then I thought about how Cas actually is the shield, and he's HIS SHIELD, specifically, the only one who's really there to protect HIM, which is why it hits so much when we see this:

The way Cas wraps his arms around him, trying to protect him with his whole body--that he'd use as a shield and give up in a second if he could spare him from any pain and save him.

(for context: Dean was about to go use the soul bomb on Amara there, it was a suicide mission)

Bobby is another one that hits, he hugs him as the big hugger because he's his father, he loves him and he's actually here to protect him (and Dean LETS him -barely, but he lets him *and Cas* - in a way that he doesn't let Sam)

I watched a compilation of Sam & Dean hugs to check if i was right about it, but it's almost always Dean the big hugger with Sam, except when he's about to die or Sam sees him alive again after losing him.

Even then, Dean mostly tries to hug Sam as the big hugger anyway, with at least one arm, like a way to comfort him, making him feel protected, like his body language is saying "I'm here, I'm okay, I'm still strong, i can still protect you" (because their real father failed and Dean thinks it's his job).

He rarely lets himself be the little one hugged with Sam, unless he's barely conscious. Which is why it kills me so much more now that in this moment (s14, when Dean was going to lock himself in the Ma'lak box cause he was possessed by Michael) and Sam has a desperate breakdown and punches him (to stop him) he forcefully hugs him as the little hugger, the way Dean always kept him, like a way of saying "I still need you to protect me, please don't do this to yourself".

In the scene below he gives Sam his blessing to do a dangerous (possibly suicidal) mission, and one of his arms is down, but the other one tries to stay up--he's forcing himself to do it and he struggles because he still wants to protect him, but (as the seasons progress) he slowly becomes more prone to let go.

So in this view the hug dynamic becomes an indicator of how Dean sees Sam (and himself) and his protector role, how adult and self sufficient he considers Sam, and how much he lets people around him take care of him, lowering his walls and letting himself be hugged.

This is also why i think hugs from characters like Garth or Charlie are so special, because they're just like us: they see Dean and they just know that he needs to be hugged a lot, and that he's not used to it, so they just go for it-- and it's so normal and kind and spontaneous that Dean's just not used to it-- he doesn't know how to respond (especially with Garth, at the beginning, but as the seasons progress, he learns to, and he even initiates the hug eventually).

I love the hugs where they're 50/50 (one arm up, one arm down both), feels like they're equals, both taking care of each other. I feel like with Sam and Dean, this indicates a healthier dynamic, because Dean lets go a little of the role that was imposed to him and manages to see Sam as the strong individual that he is. But the same applies to 50/50 hugs with other characters, like with Cas, where I feel like it testifies how equals they feel in terms of being fighters, there's a show of respect of each other's strength that transpires by the gesture (which is even more astounding considering that Cas is literally a powerful angel).

And just to end on a destiel note, I'd like to note the possessiveness and protectiveness of Dean (rightfully so) whenever he finds Cas after he thought he had lost him, and how that translates into his body/hug language:

[liamlotlboy]

My interpretation of Narrator from Stp!

Raven based with glasses and anthropomorphic winger hand things yeah

Heavily referenced a real image from google

[mizzlebloom]

Different ways to interpret Grian's face

[vampimich]

About Gemini and why he was 'broken'

---- LIES OF P SPOILERS AHEAD ----

So, I was watching a friend play Lies of P for the first time, and right from the beginning, I was reminded of how P first encounters Gemini inside one of the wagons from Geppetto’s workshop.

And the first thing Gemini says is: “Gemini will restart soon.” Which he says in a robotic, broken voice.

To which Sophia replies: “I see they got Gemini too…”

And there are two things I took away from that exchange:

Gemini is broken, like literally broken, just as Sophia later mentions when we see her at Hotel Krat.

When Sophia says “they got him”, she doesn’t mean someone obtained him. She means someone hurt or mistreated him.

So, what I’m trying to say is that when Geppetto got his hands on Gemini, he didn’t treat him well. Sure, it’s possible someone else stole him and tried to dismantle or reset him, but c’mon, given the state of Krat, who would realistically want to mess with Gemini?

We know Gemini belonged to Lea. Even if Neowiz didn’t give him to her in the DLC directly, the sand memory from Arche Abbey beach confirms she had him at some point.

So whether Geppetto took Gemini from Lea or got him through other means, it seems clear he intended to wipe his memory. If Gemini had been present during Lea’s passing, Geppetto would absolutely want to erase those memories. And even if he wasn’t there for that moment, Gemini was still Lea’s guide and companion, and probably knew Carlo too.

But Geppetto didn’t want that Carlo back. He didn’t want stalker Carlo to be back, he wanted a good obedient son. And Gemini could've led him astray from that vision. So Geppetto had to make sure Gemini was restarted.

Of course, he didn’t destroy him completely, because Gemini is still incredibly valuable, especially as an asset to Carlo. But he had to be an asset that Geppetto could control. And Gemini wasn’t cooperating.

That said, I don’t think Gemini could be fully wiped. Surely, those who created him for the Monad family put a lot of love and care into him. And Gemini is special, just like P. He’s more than a power-ergo device. So even with all of Geppetto’s knowledge and effort, he couldn’t completely reset him.

He must have been very rough with him, almost to the point of permanently damaging him. That’s why Gemini sounds so broken when we first meet him. Maybe Geppetto even thought he was had indeed broken him and just discarded him. That’s why we find him lying there on the floor of the wagon, a project that couldn’t be completed, at least not at the moment.

And yet, Gemini survived. His memory was affected, yes, but not completely erased. 

There’s still a lot he remembers. As soon as he starts functioning again, he mentions the BRB and how much he hates them.

So there’s still a lot of him in there. But the parts connected to Lea, Sophia, or the Monad family? Those seem to be gone.

He doesn’t seem to recognize Sophia as someone he used to serve. And when speaking about Lea in the DLC, he clearly knows of her, “the Legendary Stalker”, but never refers to her as an old friend. Maybe he still feels the connection, deep down, but the memories are missing.

So yeah. despite being tampered with and roughed up, Gemini survived. And now he’s on a journey alongside P, trying to figure out who he is now, while trying to remember bits of where he came from.

And that’s basically it, me just yapping again about this game because I love it so much and want to untangle every single detail there is to it.

[batsinbars]

Noelle

[spr1ngpvrinbwunnie]

We know that Afton Robotics and Circus Baby's Pizza World/Circus Baby's Entertainment and Rental were both built by William himself (not exactly alone lol but still under his direction) and what I noticed is.. HandUnit

Nobody talks enough about how HandUnit this sarcastic, deadpan, borderline passive-aggressive voice in SL is, canonically, an Afton Robotics product. Which means by extension, it's a digital reflection of William Afton himself.

Think about it...

—“Angsty Teen” isn’t just some random option. It’s William pressing the metaphorical “funny little prank” button while sipping his coffee at 3 a.m., going: “Let’s see how they like this one.”

—“Eggs Benedict” isn’t a simple naming glitch. No. This is the soul of a middle-aged British man who is both a genius and a menace thinking: “Heh... wouldn’t it be funny if...”

—The bongo music. Oh, the casual, utterly senseless bongo loop. There is no corporate reason for it to exist No practical application (this mf may seems out of bored to make music ass choice. At least uh.. he care about his employees or whatever, he's just try to toy them stress tf out after deal with Funtimes). Except that William, in his narcissistic ass, egotistical little world, went “Yes. This. This is peak entertainment. Let the poor sap listen to bongos while crawling through the death vent. Perfect.” At some point... the blood, the horror, the screaming etc...it becomes background noise. So how does he entertain himself? By adding a stupid bongo loop to a death elevator. Because, why not?

It’s him. It’s all him. His fingerprints are smeared all over the AI’s bizarre, darkly comedic behavior. HandUnit is LITERALLY a faceless extension of the man himself: sarcastic, smug, dry-humored, a little bit cruel in the most British way imaginable.

The wildest thing is imagining him recording the voice lines or coding the personality parameters. Sitting there, muttering to himself in his low, lilting voice like:

"Default tone: charming but cold... Backup tone:... Angsty Teen. Heh. Oh, that’s delightful."

And it explains everything!! The way HandUnit gaslights you, dismisses your fears, tells you things are perfectly safe when they clearly are not, that’s William. That’s his entire modus operandi. A man who looks you in the eye, smiling gently while casually ushering you straight into a mechanical coffin.

Honestly... Afton loves putting the "fun" in "functional robotics". And the "mal" in "malfunction" you get it?

[seabreeze-sweetdreams]

hot take but i can’t imagine holly as a blonde.

i’m seeing box dyed red hair to snow her confidence in herself and her unconventional self in a small place like shady grove

i’m seeing a girl that wants to be herself and naturally stands out

i’m seeing straight hair that’s slightly heat damaged at the ends because nothings perfect and neither is she

i’m smelling a cheap ass perfume that smells more like overly sweet raspberry and alcohol cause it’s poorly made and slightly headache inducing

i’m seeing a girl that can never quite wash off her mascara fully after one end of every day but it doesn’t matter because nobody’s around to have the liberty to see her in her most natural and imperfect form

holly reddick, i love you