#lc thoughts

[curapicas]

What I love about this in specific is lampshading that no, he really didn't.

The reason he drank milk is Qiao Ling, who was there for him, even in little things like coaxing him and making sure he was drinking his milk

[dokjas-lostselfpreservation]

Hats off to Lu Guang for remaining sane even after watching your man die more than like 20 times or smn. If it was me, I would've went insane(not even kidding).

on the other hand, I actually would've got over the death of my "business partner" and learnt to live without him after my second attempt itself.

Man is highkey showing yandere traits and I love him for that.

[baeshijima]

— stardust

the world is a vast place. in the grand scheme of things, humans are but a speck of dust; much like how you are sure you are nothing but a meagre speck of dust in the world he lives in, forever to be remained unseen. (if only you knew how you are the brightest star he'd ever laid his eyes upon.)

CONTAINS : gn!reader, 1.5k wc, royalty!au, contract marriage/marriage of convenience, fluff, smitten reca bc what would he be other than smitten, a little hint of bittersweet at the end if read between the lines aha...

A/N : ....i have a paper due monday. i havent started it. why do i do this to myself. (reca i love u can u not hear my cries and wails as fic after fic appears in my brain for u...)

Duke Reca of the northern territory; to many he is a well-accomplished noble, a young genius set for greater things, and the owner-slash-founder of the top theatre company. He is an idol — a role model to those who aspire to be more involved in the artistic side of the world.

To you, however, he is an absolute lunatic, the bane of your existence, and your contractual husband.

It's not like you had much choice. It was either: a) remain as a hollow puppet whose strings danced at your family's fingertips, or b) find some way to escape with outside power.

You, of course, chose the second option. Unfortunately, that somehow led to you meeting the young duke when out in the shopping district, trying to escape the suffocating presence of your family's knights accompanying you by running into a secluded alleyway, even if it was for but a momentary breather.

It was a whirlwind of a meeting... quite literally. Bodies flew; clothing tousled; breaths stolen. Well, at least for you it was like this. He, on the other hand, looked right as rain. (Lucky bastard.) You hadn't realised it was him at first, too absorbed in hasty apologies and the numbing bloom spreading across your backside like a wildfire (really, they ought to incorporate more padding in these flimsy clothes!), but when he uttered an apology of his own for not paying attention to his surroundings with an arm outstretched to help you stand, your mind all but blanked. What was someone of his status doing in a dingy alley? Didn't the newspapers report word of his self-confinement, having not stepped foot outside his manor in fervent preparation of his upcoming performance?

No, never mind all that; wasn't this a blatant opportunity being presented to you? An outside power that could help you escape the clutches of your family...

With gritted teeth, all sense of self-dignity was cast aside as you grasped his outstretched hand with both of your own, gazing into his widened eyes with your own narrowed ones.

"Your Grace, I know this is hardly the appropriate time nor place, but please... marry me!" Your words echoed within the enclosed space. Duke Reca blinked slowly down at you, and it was then you realised you never elaborated. "In... in a contractual marriage of convenience, of course."

"Oh?" he grinned, amusement and intrigue twinkling in his eyes. "And what is it you can offer me?"

"I..." Truthfully, there was nothing you could offer which would be beneficial to someone like him who had everything at the tips of his fingers. You were but a speck of dust in his world, merely floating and remaining unseen within his view. But even so, here you kneeled before him, his gaze wholly fixated on a speck of dust such as yourself. If nothing else, you at least had your desperation — a desperation to be your own person. "My lineage may be from that of a baron's, but I am confident I can be of use to you if you would permit it. So long as you accept my offer, I will do anything to aid you, whether that be through practical means or a performance you wish to see."

A beat of silence.

"Ha... haha... ahahaha!!"

And, as if things couldn't get any worse than a sore rear and disgruntled self, you were pulled out of your daze by a pair of gleaming carmine eyes, a maniacal grin, and his body, now kneeled just like you were, so very close to your own.

"That determination... how brilliantly you burn with such an expression!" The sheer glee which bled through his tone sent shivers down your spine, having never realised someone so esteemed had such a side to him. The duke breathed a breathy laugh and slightly backed up, his hands still holding your arms. "Alright, I look forward to seeing how brightly you will shine in your performance, my dear leading actor."

...Was it too late to back out and find an alternative solution?

Admittedly so, for the next thing you knew vows were declared and you were moved into the duke's residence. You could still remember your family's aghast expressions the moment you declared you were marrying Duke Reca and thus cutting ties with them. It was oddly freeing to see their contorted faces reveal their true nature.

Life as the duke's spouse was... something, to say the least. His servants and attendants almost seemed to have shed tears of joy at the revelation of their ever so lonely duke (their words, not yours) finally settling down and getting married, asking you questions such as how you both met, what drew you to their duke, who popped the question first, why you chose him of all people, so on so forth. It was... cosy. Something you admittedly weren't very accustomed to, but found yourself welcoming nonetheless.

One thing you never expected was for the duke to have a little pet of his own; a little toad dressed in a miniature beret and matching suit, at that. Assistant Director is what Reca had called her, and you think for someone so obsessed with the arts he ought to up his naming sense. She was also quite susceptible to compliments, something you discovered when commenting on the little toad's cute attire, with the duke's baffling translation of her bashfulness and her own compliment on your own looks. Apparently. You're not really sure, but you're inclined to believe it ever since she claimed a spot on your shoulder.

As the days-turned-weeks-turned-months bled into each other, you found yourself oddly lost at how well-adapted you have become of your new life and the duke's personality. From impromptu displays of affection both in and outside the manor to sporadic radio silence on his end when wholly consumed by his fervent passion for a project, you sometimes wonder just how you're still alive with the amount of heart attacks the man has given you.

But despite his... eccentricities, to put it lightly, there are times where you can't quite put a finger on certain expressions he would make when he thinks you're not looking. They're unlike his (once again, to put it very lightly) passionate eyes when rambling to you during mealtimes about an upcoming performance the troupe has; unlike the sheer mania he can exude when something truly sparks his inspiration; unlike the playfully smug grin he would give you when swooping down in dramatic flair to press a long kiss to the back of your palm; unlike the rare darkening of his expression that you cannot help but stiffen at when something or someone in the troupe doesn't quite match his expectations.

No. These ones are... soft. A kind of tenderness and unprecedented longing able to be identified if scrutinised close enough. It was evident in the ghost-like touches he would trail along your skin, as though afraid just a little more force would do irreparable damage. It was evident in the attention to even the most minute details, having everything from clothing to food to the decor suited to preferences you yourself never realised you had. It was evident in the way unadulterated fondness leaked through his tone when his unique terms of affection for you slipped through his lips when all was silent and you were supposed to be asleep.

"My dearest star..."

...Much like now, it would seem.

The bed dips by where your knees slightly bend, hidden under the beige covers. A familiar musky scent surrounds you not long after, and you find yourself involuntarily relaxing at the comfort it brings as your head further burrows into the pillow.

You want to stay awake, even if it's just for a second longer, to hear what he has to say to your less than conscious state. But, oh, his fingers threading through your hair and softly massaging your scalp and the gentle touch of his forehead against yours and the subtle comforting warmth that rolls off his body in waves does little to help you fight the sleep which easily takes over.

Oh, whatever! You'll just try and catch what he has to say next time.

Eventually your breathing evens out, only soft snores now heard within the large shared bedroom. Upon noticing this, Reca cannot stop the fond smile which lifts the corners of his lips, nor can he prevent the softening of his eyes as he continues to gaze at your sleeping form.

"My dearest [Name]," he whispers into the dead of night. Even now, several months later, he still cannot believe his luck to have run into you in that alleyway. It must have been fate which made him heed its call, urging him he would discover something sure to escape that terrible slump plaguing him for weeks on end.

Sure enough, it brought him to something irreplaceable; something he has been searching desperately for.

You.

And, with the tenderest of kisses pressed to your forehead that would put even the most sickening romantics to shame, he murmurs words of promise against your skin, an oath he swears to uphold no matter the obstacles which stand before him.

"In this life, I will ensure you have only the best of endings."

if you enjoyed this, reblogs and/or comments are greatly appreciated <33

[dokjas-lostselfpreservation]

he def is a good person at heart, but get this; this man has been trying to save cxs since a VERY long time, even we as an audience don't know the numbers. Realistically speaking, if someone regressed like this, there's no way they won't have a few screws loose, watching cxs die SO MANY times, and somehow still not be able to get over his death, he is having a concerning level of attachment to cxs. To the point that he might even drive himself insane; IF he had the choice to regress as many times as he wants. SO, if he is going through such lengths to protect cxs, he definitely would be MORE than willing to take a life or take as many lives necessary, if that helps him make this the last time he ever regresses. he IS morally grey, and unhinged AND borderline obsessed. BUT he's doing all this just for the sake of his bestie, so, well, he is a good man after all.

link click bridon spoilers

I know most of the fandom was excited for this and I do get it the hype for unhinged lu guang!!

I just saw the interview and ARRRRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHH IM SO GLAAAAD LU GUANG DIDNT KILL ANYONE......... (not directly anyway...)

I was so happy when I read this I cried a little LMAO

but I just want him to be happy... and I do believe that lu guang is a good person, so while he'd definitely be capable of killing someone to protect cheng xiaoshi I think murder would still weigh on his conscience you know?

like I also do haha silly murder jokes but in the end the act of ending another human being's life is INCREDIBLY serious and I KNOW we see it often in media (especially link click) but it's not something you can just,, come back from. (except if you can cancel it by rewinding time but shhhh)

I'm not denying that lu guang's actions are all morally grey or if he's amoral or idk (I don't really understand the discourse going around right now) but I would like to think that lu guang is, truly, at heart, a good person, for other reasons than his motives being "he loves cheng xiaoshi", even if he does bad things sometimes (oftentimes)

[ragnarockz]

babe wake up i found a new shitpost prompt for you 😈😈😈😈😈😈😈

Tip Jar ����

THE WAY YOU SENT ME THIS ON APRIL 4th AND I AM FINALLY TAKING THE SOUP OUTTA THE POT 🍲🤌🏻

This OBVIOUSLY has to be fucking Maya x Reader like...COME ON, NOW 🔒💛

Lock Me Up 🔒💛 (specifically: Nasty Dog - Sir Mix-A-Lot, GIRL LIKE ME - Black Eyed Peas, (It Goes Like) Nanana - Peggy Gou)

Chaos.

Utter and complete chaos moved around you as you tried to follow Maya Mason, your boss, hot on her heels. She was in control, as always and, you couldn't help but to keep a little smirk on your face. When Maya Mason was in charge, the rest of the room held their breath and stood still until it finally boiled over and the chaos rained down above you all like hundred dollar bills.

Oh, of course you had seen that with your own two eyes just the other night at one of the many Hollywood parties you and Maya had been invited to. Invited that was, together. As a couple.

She had caught you snatching up the bills off of the floor and off your clothes. One even landed on your arm and stuck onto the sweat from having danced the night away with Maya basically grinding against you the entire time. The look Maya gave you was one of amusement; mocking in a way that almost read that she knew you were nothing more than a broke assistant and she was the one who could afford every whim.

And she could, because she had bought the both of you a bottle of champagne after the money fell from the sky that was, of course, $2,000. And, of course, the flutes came with diamonds at the bottom.

Your eyes almost popped from their sockets as you peered into the crystal and Maya, powerful and seductive Maya kept her hand on your upper thigh as you whispered if the diamonds were real.

Her response? Laughing before she downed her flute and moved her hand up higher until it was underneath the hem of your dress and her fingers peeled away at your underwear.

You didn't really know how to act as you sat there and kept your gaze low; drinking away the champagne and trying not to swallow a diamond or two. Maya had stopped after one glass but insisted on filling yours with her free hand. She never once took her left out from under your dress. She loved it when you sighed into your flute and pressed your thighs together; trapping her arm and wrist in between your legs. Dancing and drinking and partying with Maya was catching up to you fast as you allowed your body to give in.

Your empty champagne glass landed on the table and thankfully, the bottle was now empty. Maya glanced at you from the side; her fingers working at your clit in tight little circles with ease. You sighed again as you leaned back into the booth, hanging your head before turning it ever so slightly to stare at Maya's face.

Maya caught you staring of course, which caused her to reply with a smug smile. She shook her head to the left which caused the end of her ponytail to flick backwards off of her shoulder. She had slicked back her hair into a high and tight ponytail and all you could focus on was what it would feel like hanging over her shoulder and tickling your face, your neck, your naked breasts.

Another sigh escaped your lips; wobbly and shattered which only caused Maya to grin with her teeth. She got you right where she wanted you as she slipped two fingers into your pussy. Your breath hitched in your throat as you sat up a little straighter and pressed your thighs together a little harder.

God forbid you come onto her fingers within seconds of her being inside of you.

You want this night to last forever and, on top of that, you really want to please your boss.

"Oh God...Maya...fuckplease...pleasefuckme..."

You basically sob and you can taste the lingering champagne on your lips, your tongue. You lick them and don't realize that was exactly what you needed to do to set Maya off.

She's basically on top of you within seconds. Her hand ripped away from you; out from underneath your dress. You gasp loudly at the sudden sensation of no longer being full of her fingers. A painful, knowing throb beats inside of you and you moan again as your eyes dare to close. Maya, however, is tactful in her actions as always. Her mouth finds yours; biting down on your bottom lip before she shoves her tongue into your mouth.

It's almost like you've had another glass of champagne.

The room around you spins as Maya has her hands all over you now; running up and down your body. Your own hands snake up her back, your nails snagging on the tiny threads of her silk dress. You pray to god you don't create any runs in it; god knows how much this dress costs. You find her hair and gently tug on the end of her ponytail.

Maya laughs into your mouth before she clicks her tongue; shaking her head in displeasure.

"Oh...no, Baby...you are not in control right now. Not now. Not ever."

Her words against your lips sends shivers down your spine as your hand releases from her hair. Meanwhile, Maya's hands are firmly planted on your hips as she holds you down. There's no escaping her now, not when she's basically grinding down into your lap.

Before you can even open your mouth to ask, Maya does it for you. She lifts herself up and you know exactly what she's asking for. Demanding. You shift your leg over and she sits herself back down onto your thigh. Her dress has ridden up and you realize with the sudden skin-to-skin contact that Maya Mason, isn't wearing any underwear under her thousand dollar silk dress.

You watch Maya with wide eyes, not wanting to miss a second of her grinding down onto your bare thigh. Her arms have wrapped around your neck; her face basically shoved just underneath your ear. She's panting and moaning and fuck, even whining into your ear and all you can focus on is how wet she's getting your thigh.

An image flashes in your minds eye; the two of you exactly like this but with your cock deep inside of Maya. Instead of fucking your thigh, she's fucking you as she sits on your lap. You let your facade slip as you moan against the side of her face; against her hair. She moans right back into your ear, louder than the last time.

You almost want to drag her off of you and take her somewhere, anywhere where the two of you can fuck in peace.

Chaos.

You almost bump into her now as Maya suddenly stops to yell something into her walkie-talkie. She shoots you a death glare over her shoulder before clipping the device onto the waistband of her skin-tight jeans. She's trying to set things in motion and have smooth sailing; trying to be the official Head of Marketing in the only way she knows how.

Seamless in a sea of chaos.

The two of you stand there now as you watch everyone else scatter onto the stage. It's almost as if Maya has an invisible force field around her that deflects the commotion around her. She's calm and cool and collected but you don't miss the tick in her jaw as she turns her head to, without a doubt in your mind, eye-fuck you.

"You. Let's go."

Maya barks at you and you know it's because she's trying to keep the two of you under wraps from anyone who may still be lingering backstage who could overhear and oversee. You follow without a word, without a nod. Mindless, robotic. The way her heels pound the floor you know she means business and not the kind that makes her snap and call the Director a 'pussy-faced baby' through her walkie talkie.

Maya's business right now is sex.

She leads you into some hallway that's obviously been abandoned; set-pieces and random construction materials line the narrow path. She just about turns on her heels the second she knows you're both out of sight to push you up against a bare wall. Your breath catches in your throat and instant wetness pools between your legs.

"Maya-"

"Just...shut up. I've been thinking of fucking you all day."

"But, what if we-"

"What if we what? Get fucking caught? Please..."

She shoots you a disappointed look as she unzips her jeans and coaxes out her silicone. You can't help but to stare; biting your lip as she gets her hands on your waistband and yanks down hard.

You're the one who's panty-less now.

You can tell by the look in Maya Mason's eyes that she wants to soak this all in; this moment between you that will surely have to be fast and hard and quiet. But she's a lot smarter than that and knows what lays on the line if you two seriously get caught by someone with a stick up their ass for obeying rules and laws and codes.

You watch stunned and silent as she spits into her open palm and uses that to stroke herself off before she gets you up against the wall. Her words tumble out of her mouth as if she's rehearsed this line a thousand times before but even still, it strikes a chord in you that instantly drives you wild. Gets you wet; exactly how she wants you to be before she fucks you.

"Babe, is it OK if we don't use a condom? I'm trying to limit my fucking microplastics or some shit..."

She lets you recover from her actions, her words as you take hold of her cock to guide it inside of you; taking her with one slow and steady push. You basically crumble against her, against the wall behind you.

"...Microplastics? You?"

Is all you can moan out of your mouth as she snaps her hips forward and instantly fills you, fucks you.

Maya tilts her head to one side and gives you one of her million dollar smiles that makes your clit throb. Everything about her in dangerous and on edge; slightly off-kilter but she and it are too addicting to stop.

"I at least have to pretend to fucking care, don't I!?"

[odd-chips]

Here's a big post of some of my doodles of [Cap'n and crew] that I haven't posted yet! Couple are comics, couple are shitposts, you know how it goes.

(Also have some extra character tidbits beneath the cut!)

Cap'n (she/they) has become a Spongebob-adjacent "married to the job" type with sprinklings of "they are not immune to rose-tinted Company propaganda". Cartoonishly loyal to work, she's more upset about lying to the boss about her condition over actually becoming a monster on work time (though she isn't particularly a fan of being a monster, either).

Skeets (she/her) was already implied to be pretty optimistic and curious, but I've doubled down on this. She's constantly curious about entities and the state of her co-workers, asking questions and absorbing new information. She's also extremely lucky when it comes to encountering entities.

Mav (she/him), as implied by her nearly leaving Cap'n behind in the first comic, has become a "I won't hesitate, bitch" bitch. Split second decisions aren't an issue for her, she WILL shoot first and ask questions later. (She also now has a gambling addiction, haha. LOVES betting credits on things)

Kid (he/him) is now Irish. I will not elaborate. He's kind of literally the same otherwise. He's also in major inherited debt because of a Company-caused clerical error, but don't worry about it.

Uh. That's about it, I suppose!

[saphirdevil]

what could have happened </3

[curapicas]

oooh "the narrator" is actually a banger. Gives off the vibe not only of someone smart but also controlling, used to outsmart people and thinking out of the box.

But I hope you don't mind me reblogging you just to double down on my point ("LG answer is the detective") and please bear with me and my theory board (lol): while these lines of thought are really interesting and maybe even the correct ones, they actually remind me of other characters:

"it's everyone's fault" - I think LG is kinder than that. He's trying to influence the death node and is aware he can't control other people's actions, but I don't ever get the impression he thinks everyone is guilty until proven the opposite. That answer reminds me more of Li Tianchen, who got dealt a hand so bad in life he blames everyone, even the passive onlookers or CXS, who "cheats" at the game (heck, even LG who for all he knows, the only thing he ever did against LTC was rescue his own partner)

"it's the narrator's fault" - I love this one but to me feels a lot more like something Liu Xiao would say. It's a somewhat accusatory answer, throwing the whole riddle back at the nefarious narrator as the guilty one, and while LX and LG's "mastermind" disposition is similar, again, I think LG is kinder than that (and again, he tries to control the outcomes and even thinks that fixed nodes are immutable no matter what anyone does, but has lived enough time with CXS to know he can't control other people lmao). From watching yingdu, I think LG knows there are culprits in the situation but not necessarily a "mastermind" per se; LG seems to be fighting "fate" itself, unaware LX is already watching them nor that SYY is doing her own stuff. He doesn't have the full picture yet to point to a mastermind.

Also ngl I think it's neat that this way, it becomes CXS's "it's nobody's fault" against LTC's "it's everyone's fault"; and LG's "the fault is on me" against LX's "the fault is on YOU"

My favourite analysis on Lu Guang's answer to the animal riddle is the one by… can't find the post anymore, but it was that he said "detective" partly as a reflection of his own guilt as a time interloper. However, I posit another answer: everyone.

You can set a forest aflame with a match, sure, but that doesn't cause devastation on the scale of lifeless charcoal. Where I live, our forest are born to be burned. Pockets of wildfire open up cracks in the canopy, letting sun shine on young trees; nutrients are released back into soil; the jack pine tree needs fire to reproduce. Wildfires have become an issue for us recently for one major reason: mismanagement.

Forest fires are bound to happen. Delay it endlessly, leave thousand of acres of standing, old wood, and that's when a forest fire becomes truly ravenous. Was it any one creature's fault? The fault of the elephant for dutifully putting out small sparks whenever they were seen? The fox for watching the forest grow thick and overcrowded without speaking up? The rabbits for planting the grasses that they adore as food? No one could have seen it coming, yet, everyone could. It wasn't anyone's fault. It was everyone's fault. It was a tragedy. It was an inevitability. Lu Guang would know: he's been fighting that inevitable fire for years.

A forest fire, and a death node. Never any one singular person to blame, one single factor that caused the fire: always a collision of dozens of entangled threads. Cheng Xiaoshi's death was never caused by one singular person, and the fire was never set by any one creature. The animals of the forest, in their attempts to make the forest a better home for themselves, set the stage for it to burn. The people who love and are loved by Cheng Xiaoshi, in their actions to protect him, attract the attention of executioners. 引火上身。*

Fundamentally, it's the same as Cheng Xiaoshi's answer -- that sometimes lightning strikes your life, and that's that. Only, Cheng Xiaoshi says 'it wasn't anyone's fault, no one did anything to start it'. Lu Guang, and maybe Vein, too, say 'they were all at fault, no one did anything to prevent it'. Even though Vein may not be a time traveler well-versed in the crowdfunded nature of tragedies, he still may well be cynical enough to write off the idea of innocent victims.

Lastly, consider that Lu Guang doesn't plot Vein's death because it would prevent him from killing Cheng Xiaoshi. He does it because it creates a new node; a new fire. Controlled burning**.

*Meaning "to attract fire onto one's own body." An idiom for when you cause your own problems, especially by attracting the attention or ire of others.

**An actual forest management technique where you set small, controlled fires, which clear out the dead wood and fulfill the same purposes as a big fire without it getting out of hand. Many Indigenous peoples have been doing it since forever.

If someone knows the person who made that analysis on the detective answer, please shoot me a link!

[curapicas]

Why I think Lu Guang's answer to the riddle was the detective:

It's given at the same time Cheng Xiaoshi gives his own for misdirection. The one who gave the same answer as CXS was his own dad, a guy that for all his failings, was loved enough by SYY to try and change his death node - WQ is also attached to him, therefore we expect/hope CWM has an ethical side to himself; meanwhile the one who gave the same answer as LG was Vein.

It happens right before LG bets on Vein being murdered on that room, an antithesis to CXS changing the past for what he hopes is for the best to those involved (note: I'm fine with the guy trying to fix a death node by dumping a death node on his bestie's murderer, just pointing out them as a partnership don't EVER do things intending to eliminate the bad guys, ya feel me?)

CXS' answer presumes innocence (more on how to me, this reflects on link click's overall messages under the cut), but LG is analytical; he'd take in consideration that the detective is poor and the animals had a coin;

the riddle states that "you" are the detective. LG spends yingdu burdened by knowledge and trying to solve a disappearance along with CXS; we also know LG feels guilt over what he's doing and CXS' death (which is why he was harsh on Vivian not deserving CXS' sympathy when they were on the phone). Therefore, he not only has been functioning as a detective throughout yingdu and link click as a whole, but also presumes guilt for himself (meanwhile Vein presumes that ppl have hidden intentions like he usually does, I guess)

In other words; LG answers he's the detective bc he not only takes the seemingly innocuous clues into consideration, but by the end of yingdu he feels guilty and burdened by what he has done and feels he has to do. A far cry from the 1st episode, where he identified with the noble heroine who goes into a doomed quest; now he thinks of himself as the sharp detective who would burn a forest down to get what he wants.

Now, personally I vibe with LG and CXS pointing to two different directions: LG makes the audience aware that amidst all of the tragedies in link click, someone is benefiting; there's a person or a group who doesn't care others are being stepped on, which has been the case of the antagonists so far, be it LX or the typical bullies; and LG puts himself among them, since he doesn't justify to himself he has noble intentions so it's okay that they won't help with Emma's investigation, for example.

CXS is the other side of link click: actually, bad things will happen without anyone meaning to, as is the earthquake, the noodle lesbians' divergence, the time nodes getting messed up by well-meaning intentions.

Note: The big takeaway here is that LG thinks it's the detective bc he thinks he's the detective and LG knows himself as guilty. Not that his answer was (or wasn't) the most logical/obvious and CXS' was too naive, I'm actually trying to prove that even if he answers purely using logic, LG is being emotional about it too! A correct answer is NOT the point of the riddle

btw, the positive spin of LG going from the tragic heroine to the cruel detective is that he no longer is passive about fate, and sees it as something that can be seized, which gives him hope

[dokjas-lostselfpreservation]

okay but imagine if cxs really believed lg and now whenever he meets someone who only knows english, he'll go "𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘺" instead of a "hello"

[yanaleese]

How would Karma react to Mc wanting him to meet their parents?

[kelocitta]

does rat king know it is loved

Asking that is a good way to get to terminated by the company for sympathizing with the "makes people break things" monster 🤨

Of course company protocol must remind you that abnormalities are unfeeling beasts who are simply responding to situations with blind instinct- even the ones that look and sound and act human. This is of course propaganda to keep you from being besties with the awesome anticapitalist rat monster

[veifei]

the dumpling saga (not really a saga):

firstly, I'm sure lg is more than used to cxs impulsively asking for/wanting things, especially because cxs seems to like junk food and whatnot.

and yet, though even in that moment (pic1) he says something like "we'll talk after the mission's done," he sets about making them himself (i'm sure he could have bought them, but he labours over it, which i think is such an underrated sign of showing affection)

there is something so intimate in the way lg is in cxs's space in the third pic— leaning over and hovering above him, the way his hands are placed beside cxs's head (idk it just makes me So Soft 🥲)— to ask whether the dumplings are good

CXS'S SMILE !!! and given the context (this is just after a dive), it seems like lg spoils him a bit, or at least dotes on him moreso than usual, knowing how difficult the dives can be. so he'll do things like make cxs dumplings, hope they're not too salty, and make sure he rests <3

this isn't really much of an analysis or anything lmao, more of just a ramble of a moment i liked in the manhua, with some hcs/character thoughts thrown in for good measure :)

[asherasgayagenda]

here’s mine

[1001galaxygal]

spoilers for link click bridon arc ep 1

ive seen some people criticizing the new link click episode for being confusing or sidetracking the main plot, and i think they are missing a lot of what The Point of this episode is.

so first i wanna talk about WHY i think this episode is structured the way it is and then i wanna talk about the new information we've received in terms of the lore and timeline shenanigans and generally ramble about how great of a set up episode this!

SO first: the structure of the episode. ive seen quite a few people confused or unhappy with the plot lines this episode, and i think first its important to understand that that was two episodes mushed into one.

1st episode - anime con

2nd- scammer girl

soooo lets talk about what these two episodes do for the overall narrative AND our understanding of the characters.

in episode 1, we see cxs die - and there is a LOT of mystery still surrounding this event but i think what we're supposed to gather is that there are two main timelines. timeline a (the original where we see cxs die) and timeline b (the timeline were following for the rest of the season and in s1 and s2). we've been shown no reason to believe lu guang has traveled back more than once. this is the first time that we see lu guang travel - evident by his emotional reaction to seeing cxs die. its not resignation, its shock. he didnt expect him to die at all. and his reaction to seeing cxs again in their first meeting in timeline b.

so what is the anime con sideplot doing there? firstly i think its evident by the way lu guang turns away near the end that he is planning to stay away from cxs. but he chooses not to BECAUSE of the way we get that classic feel good adventure with a problem and resolution- cxs LIKES being helpful and kind, it makes him happy. and seeing cxs happy makes lu guang happy and so he decides to abandon the idea of leaving. in a meta sense the episode returns us to a sense of normalcy not just to the audience but to lu guang too. secondly, this episode shows us how lu guang introduces his powers to cxs and qiao ling. he tells them its divination, and while he eventually tells cxs that thats not true, it does show us how qiao ling would know to get them jobs in s1 while not knowing about their powers.. she thinks lu guang is psychic lol! also in this timeline (timeline b) this is the shiguang meetcute!! this is how they became friends! this is re-contextualizing all of season 1! super cool and exciting!

so for episode 2- what the purpose here? mainly its too show us a rudimentary form of what shiguang's missions are like! think about it! this episode is the first ever time cxs goes on a mission with lu guang in his ear telling him what to do! this is SO IMPORTANT for contextualizing their relationship with each other! also cxs being accidentally put in danger and lu guang being able to save him this time? this is cathartic for lu guang as well, to trust he can keep cxs safe, this is why he asks to live w cxs at the end of the episode!

tldr: this episode's structure might feel kinda all over the place but thats kind of the point! lu guang as well as the audience are having to resettle in a new timeline, and the stories her serve as the avanues to understanding the characters and timeline better!

so what did we learn about the LOREEE?

1st: timeline a shiguang were messing with the past which is why vein comes to kill them - what they were messing with and why is still yet to be revealed, but it wasnt due to lu guang traveling to save cxs cuz cxs hadnt died yet

2nd: the 12 hour limit is there because if you stay for longer than 12 hours in the photograph you stay there forever - you become part of the photograph, which is why lu guang's eyes return to normal from the yellow. we do not yet know if this means that lu guang no longer has cxs's power or if he still has it.

3: there is likely only two timelines - timeline a where cxs dies and timeline b- the current one were in and the one that takes place in s1 and 2.

4: cxs probably gets his powers from someone in london dying in his arms

5: Powers are passed down through death, which means in s3 qiao ling will have li tianxi's powers!!!!

6: lu guang is absolutely weak to cxs puppy eyes! that man folded immediately

thats all ive gotten from just this episode! in conclusion, this episode does a great job of confirming SO MANY theories, giving us an insight into the characters (especially lu guang) and setting up the adventure going forward that leads them to london! really excited to see how the next episodes play out!!!

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something something "just the tip, baby" x *takes the whole thing anyway* 😌🤌

you pick who this can go for idc i just need you to write it thank u v much

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You can feel the carpet burn on your bare knees as you shift your weight a little. Your hands are shaking as they hold Maya's hips; fingers digging in to poke and prod at her bones. She doesn't flinch or even move all that much; standing there with full control.

You look up into her eyes and she's looking down into yours; a knowing grin on her face all the while. Her one hand is holding your head; fingers and nails through your hair as she holds you down. Her left hand is holding the ends of her own hair; the long braids that are past her waist.

She almost appears bored; unsatisfied. This is a chore for her but for you, it's more than you could ever ask for. She plays with her hair a little big longer as you feel her nails sink into the tender skin of your scalp. You can't help but to moan; half in pleasure and the other in pain.

You watch as she smiles and lets go of her hair; the ends flicking across your face. You can smell her shampoo for a split second; watermelon faintly hits your nostrils before it's gone and she's pulling you closer by your hair. A moan escapes your lips and Maya finally smiles down at you before she raises her eyebrows in content.

"Just the tip, Baby..."

Her words are quiet; stern. You can tell she's trying very hard to be somewhat pleasant to you. You know how hard that can be for someone like her.

But you can't help yourself and neither can she.

Your eyes travel down from her eyes to her neck; eyeing that heavy gold chain and lock necklace she always wears no matter what. You never had the chance to ask about it or why she wears it but you know it's part of her. Your gaze travels a hair lower and you focus on the swell of her breasts and the very faint, almost invisible stretch marks that spread down.

Her nipples are hard and erect; waiting for you possibly to service them. Hopefully, in time, waiting for you to touch, lick, suck and pinch them. Another moan fills the room and she smirks at you now, knowing exactly where your mind had gone.

Maya moves her chest just ever so slightly that her breasts sway. Her smile grows bigger as she sees you go off kilter. She's loving it; soaking up in your realization of being watched. She knows you were staring so she gave you a show.

You realize the time is slipping away from when she directed you to take her into your mouth. And you want to, oh god, do you want to take her waiting, erect cock into your mouth. The flesh color is just out of your peripheral vision; out of the corner of your eye but you know it's there and waiting for you.

You wish she moved again; wanting to see her breasts move but you know she won't give that to you again because she still wants something from you. And you have yet to give it to her. But your eyes still roam down further to her abdomen and stomach. Once again, you spot very faint stretch marks there and your lips soften before you guide your head forward.

You take just the tip and the only thought in your head is that she had a child. She is a mother. Someone calls her mom.

You think your brain is snapping in half as your tongue swirls around just the head of the silicone cock. You moan against her now; hoping she can feel the vibrations rock all the way up to her clit.

Maya's body language changes to a little bit more relaxed and laid back. She locks one hip and lets her other leg go slack. Her free arm loose at her side, just grazing her outer thigh while the other still clutches your hair.

She's leaning into it now, trying to concentrate on the moans and the sensations of you with your mouth full of her. She can feel those little bursts of energy rock right through her core and pulse at her clit. She bites down on her lip and closes her eyes; trying to keep her moans to a minimum.

Maya doesn't want you to know how much you're turning her on.

You keep it up as you make sure not to extend your lips or tongue any further than the tip. It's a hard challenge because you want to fill your mouth and throat with her. You want her to watch you hollow out your cheeks for her and moan on her cock. You want to give her your all.

But she won't let you; she never does. Not even now; not even when she begged you to do what she said. Not even when you're in the middle of doing it.

She lets go of your scalp; her fingers leave your hair as she pushes you back and you let go of her cock. Your lips lose contact and a string of saliva is the only thing left connecting your mouth to the tip.

Do you dare look back up at her after that? Can you look Maya in the face while that string of spit finally breaks from you both?

You hear a loud exhale that sounds more impatient than bored. Like she's upset at herself for pushing you off of her. Maya wants the friction back; needs it. Can she beg for it? Will you ever get to hear that come out from her mouth?

She goes back to grabbing the ends of her hair one more; playing with them as she gives you a look of distaste. It's like you were the one in the wrong; you were the one who pushes your own head back and broke contact.

You watch in silence out of the corner of your eye as she walks past you without another word. You're about to get up off of your aching knees until you hear her footsteps stop and you hold your breath.

"Make sure you clean up all that fucking spit you've left on my floors before you clean yourself up..."