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marlynnofmany · 11 months

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Just a Rock

For all the time I’ve spent traveling through space, I haven’t spend much of it actually out in space. It’s unsettling. Inside the ship, I can forget how close the airless void is, how small our precious bubble of air. But outside, everything is black like some vast creature ate all the color in the universe first, then the air, and is now hungering for life forms too.

Sometimes those distant stars look like teeth.

These are the thoughts that tend to pop up when I’m in my exo suit, hoping that my thruster pack doesn’t run out of fuel before I make it back to the ship. But then an empty pack of chips will float by my visor, and I can refocus on business.

That’s how it happened today, at any rate. (And yes, “day” is a silly concept in the blackness of space.) We’d made a detour to see if we could pick up some extra funds by gathering salvage from a museum ship that had gone kablooey, but so far all we were finding was trash.

Paint jetted past in her own exo suit, upside-down to my frame of reference, then stopped to pull apart a jumble of carpet fragments. “They really did clear out the good stuff already,” she said over the radio. She swatted aside a drink cup with her tail, looking like a little space-suited dinosaur, a thought that kept me entertained for a good few seconds.

Captain Sunlight’s voice said, “Keep an eye out for scrap metal. That may already be gone too, but it’s worth a shot.” She was somewhere else in the drifting junk pile, or maybe back near the ship; I couldn’t tell. There was too much stuff in the way. This was a mildly alarming thought — out of sight meant out of safety — but I caught a glimpse of the Frillian twins posted as safety guards at the edge of the cloud, and my heartbeat settled a bit.

“Do you think anyone will buy some mildly used carpet?” Paint asked the captain. “It’s only in several pieces.”

“Let’s go with ‘no.’”

“What about some very exotic — what is this — napkins? Made with authentic Earth wood fibers!”

I looked over at that. “How can you tell?”

“Oh, I have no idea,” Paint said. She held up half of a wall placard. “But this is from the Earth exhibit, so maybe the napkins are too.”

I looked around at the trash in a new light. “Man, it’s a pity we weren’t here for any of the good stuff.”

“Yeah, and all these food packages are empty! We can’t even get you a slightly exploded taste of home!”

I waved my hand through a cluster of soda bottles. “I appreciate the thought.”

Paint jetted over to a different pile of whatever. “Hey, do you think any of this food trash was actually an exhibit? Packaging from olden days?”

“Uh, maybe,” I said. “Probably not. That’s not the sort of thing I’d expect on a multi-species museum ship. A janky little humans-only one, maybe. But even then, most people aren’t going to care.”

Something clunked against the back of my helmet. I hate that. Nothing like a reminder that I can’t see behind me like some species can. I toggled the jets to rotate in place, so I could find the offending object.

It was a rock.

“What’s this doing here?” I asked, closing a gloved hand around it and bringing it in for a closer look.

“What’d you find?” Paint asked, sticking out sideways from behind a twisted bench.

“A rock.”

“A meteorite rock?” she asked. “Oh hey, do you think it pierced the hull?”

“No, it doesn’t look like a space rock,” I said, turning the small gray-and-white lump over. It was mostly smooth, with a divot that would have fit a fingertip if I hadn’t been wearing the gloves. “Weird. I wonder if it was part of some Neolithic exhibit or something.”

“Can I see?” Paint jetted over to park herself in roughly the same orientation as me. She was very good with that jetpack.

I showed her the rock. “It doesn’t look like any gemstone I know. Maybe some kid had it in their pocket, then threw it away.”

Paint cocked her head. “Is that normal, for your young to carry rocks around?”

“Sure. You never picked up something you thought was neat as a kid?”

“Not a rock,” Paint said with exaggerated disdain. “A sweet-smelling seednut or herb, absolutely.”

“But look: it’s even got a little finger groove,” I pointed out. “You could stick it in a pocket and rub it for luck.”

“Could you?”

I smiled. “You could. You probably wouldn’t, but…”

“Why?”

I looked at the rock again, already fond of it. “I get the feeling that I couldn’t explain this to a point where you’d agree.”

Paint shrugged. “Probably not. But hey, we found you a souvenir after all. From probably the Earth section of whatever museum this is.” She grabbed a handful of colorful pamphlets drifting by. “The ‘Galaxy in a Bottle Museum Tour Ship.’ Who named that?”

My smile turned into a wide grin. “Humans.”

Paint grumbled about the unflattering comparison of an elite starship to a simple bottle. When she moved to toss the pamphlets away, I held out a hand.

“What’s that white one?” I asked. “It looks like a display sign.”

Paint flipped over the stack and separated the one I meant. “You’re right. Hey, it’s about a rock!”

I reached out a grabby hand. “Gimme.”

She passed it over. “Is it that rock?”

I read the title, then was gut-punched by familiarity. I’d heard about this. “Yes,” I managed, skimming the rest of the sign and holding the rock close. “This is Bethan’s Rock.”

“What?”

I fumbled to explain. “Ages ago, a kid visited a museum — a human kid — and learned what museums were for, then offered her favorite rock as a donation, so other people could appreciate it too.”

Paint cocked her head in the other direction. “And they took it?”

“Yes!” I must have looked a little wild at this point, but I didn’t care. “The adults agreed that it was a fine thing to donate, not to mention adorable, and the only one of its kind that I’ve ever heard of. More museums should house the occasional favorite rock, though I suppose they wouldn’t be as special if they did.”

“So just to clarify,” Paint said. “There isn’t anything valuable about this rock, except that one of your youths decided there was. And all the adults played along.”

I smiled down at it, careful not to let it drift away. “It’s the most precious non-precious stone I’ve ever seen.”

Paint stared for a moment. “It’s not even one of those shiny ones you like.”

I laughed. “I know!”

The captain called us back in at that point, having found one decent chunk of metal among the mountains of trash. We had a schedule to keep.

I folded the sign and tucked it into my suit pocket, but held the rock tight in my fist as I jetted toward the ship, working the controls with one hand. I was already thinking of the safest place in my quarters to keep it until we got ahold of the proper Earth museum authorities. Other humans would want to see Bethan’s Rock, after all, but it would be my honor to watch over it until they could.

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(Inspired by this post. Long live Bethan’s Rock.)

These are the ongoing backstory adventures of the main character of this book. More to come!

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crispywizardtale · 7 months

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#Tutor appreciation post because that man should be illegal who allowed him to be this gorgeous #his visuals are insane but i also love his eye acting #his eyes are so beautiful and so expressive i enjoy watching him on screen #also dont get me wrong i love Yim and i will protect him the same way i protected Seng but im a little biased here....#Tutor is extremely attractive to me and Yim is just adorable and im absolutely soft him #i have and will always stand by what i said. acting cringy and over expressing roles are more difficult to act out than acting serious roles #i have huge respect towards Yim because i know i could never do this #i love both of them so much #middleman's love the series #middlemans love the series #middlemans love #middleman's love #tutor x yim #tutoryim #tutor koraphat #yim pharinyakorn #jade x mai #mai x jade #also i am here ranting insted of watching everything else on my list....

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iguessitsjustme · 27 days

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No because Sun does not understand what "no" means.

Ongsa said that she didn't want to do the scholarship program with her and Sun took it the worst possible way:

Then Ongsa was upset that Sun just outed not just their relationship but also that she is not straight to her parents, Sun was immediately defensive and made it about her:

But let's also look at not their literally just started relationship.

Sun decided that Aylin gets hugged because "that's what friends do" even though it's very clearly not what Aylin does.

When Ongsa was still "Earth" and Sun asked Earth to meet up she always said it was fine if he couldn't but would become bitter when Earth never showed up.

Sun is so lost in her own self that she should not be in any relationship. She needs to learn to be a partner and listen when her partner expresses a concern or a hurt. Sun doesn't get to decide that someone's reaction to her actions are more painful and worse. She doesn't get to unilaterally decide things about her relationships with people and be upset when people disagree. She loves Ongsa but she sure doesn't like her enough to actually learn anything about her. Like...oh I don't know...how comfortable Ongsa is with being out. Or anything about her relationship with her parents.

It is okay to be ready for different things at different times. It is not okay to decide someone else's readiness for them and be upset when they're not actually there yet.

#23.5 #23.5 the series #23.5 series #in case anyone didn't know i am big mad about this #cause like i feel like ongsa and i have similarish home lives #or my home life in high school #my parents were supportive and i knew they were supportive #i knew i could come out and still have a home and still be loved #but i had a lot of internalize biphobia i had to deal with before i was ready to be out to myself let alone my parents #i can't imagine the pain of someone making that decision for me before i was ready #and i had much more of a backbone than ongsa has #next week is going to hurt because sun decided hurting ongsa by outing her wasn't enough #sun perceives her hurt as far more important and bigger so she hurts ongsa further by breaking up with her #and of course it's going to be ongsa that is heartbroken and fights to get the relationship back #when sun should be begging ongsa for a second chance #but we're not gonna get that because the show has already decided that sun can do no wrong

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oneshotprincess · 6 months

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annoyed at the world's finest episodes in s:tas having a lois lane love triangle shoe-horned in. world's finest crossovers should just be superbat going from gay mistrust, to gay awe, to gay pining, to i-would-trust-him-with-my-life (also gay)

#this isn't clois erasure btw i love clois #but every man should have an intense homoerotic friendship with his bestie #more than that tho the dcau's treatment of women is abysmal #every woman is a husky-voiced sex object almost #dcau #superman the animated series #stas #superbat #world's finest #superman #batman #clark kent #lois lane #clois #bruce wayne #princess reads comics

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soleilandpeaches · 1 year

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i'd be better armed (if you agreed to take it)

Keigo Takami x FemReader

synopsis: ending the day with you snuggled up with him on the couch, when it dawns upon him that maybe he does love you.

song title inspo: (You) On My Arm by Leith Ross

Warnings: cursing, tooth rotting fluff, hawks is a flirt, petnames, afab reader, unrequited?pining, sexual tension, romantic tension, mentions of drugs/alcohols

pt. II

"Haha no way!" You laughed, seemingly unaware of a lingering gaze of the man sitting in front of you. "Were just friends."

It had become a reocurring speculation of your relationship with the Number. 2 hero, Hawks. Not that the two of you particulary minded, even somewhat basking in the attention you two recieved from his fans and the media. Even often teasing each other with flirtatious jabs and quips sometimes in attempt to catch the other off-guard and see them fluster.

Even now when mutual friends pointed out the strangely intimate nature of your relationship, one would either play it up or brush it off with a laugh, just as you were doing now.

To be honest, Keigo really wanted to tell this person to fuck off; his day was leaving him less than impressed: working all day in the smoldering summer heat and all he wanted to do was recharge in your presence. Despite how he was feeling, he simply just smiled and leaned back in his seat as you chatted away.

He took his time to take you in: the way you tucked a stray peice of hair behind your ear only for it to fall back into its previous place, the way the faint smell of your perfume lingered in the air and on his clothes after you hugged him in greeting, the way your eyes crinkled as you laugh at something the person says, occasionally glancing back at him every time. He grins to himself as he reminices in his memory of the familiar scent of your hair engulfing him and the way it lulled him into tranquility. Picking at his cuticles, he attempts to fight the grin creeping against his lips by biting the inside of his cheek.

Your seemingly amused giggles reshift his attention, pulling him away from his thoughts as his eyes raked onto whoever was holding your regard. His tenderness quickly simmering into something quite ugly as his eyes flicked between you and the person who had you so enraptured. They had their arms folded and leaning forward across the black metal railing separating you from them and smiling a little too wide for his taste.

When Keigo had decided to get you crêpes that evening to indulge in each others company, he had hoped to get your complete undivided attention so he could complain about his day and listen to yours. Not that he hadn't gotten to, but he wasn't really expecting for a third party to crash his date.

He really wanted to blame his sour mood on the heat but as Autumn crept closer, the nights drew colder. So the cool wind breezing across his temple reminded him of his perhaps neediness of your regards to his companionship. Scoffing, he pouted towards his fingers, to his crêpes, and then back to you. Like a puppy begging for its owner's affection.

He caught your concerned expression, your eyebrows pinched for only a moment as if to say you good? And as if on cue a soft feeling settled over him, because no matter how good at concealing his true feelings he was, you could always read him like an open book (though you’d probably deem him as being dramatic). In return, he sent you a gentle smile and a wink before forking at his dessert, silently wishing the person would leave.

As you wrapped up your conversation and the person finally walked away, you turned back to him, your fork waving in his face.

"What?" He peered into the depths of your eyes, grinning to himself at your playful glare, your soft lips slightly puckered and your eyes narrowed. But it quickly fell into a happy smile once you poked at his crêpe. "Can I have some of yours?" You requested, putting on your best innocent expression, causing him to let out an amused huff.

"I dont think I heard a please." Keigo taunted, raising an eyebrow at you and shooting you his best shit-eating grin. Feeling amused with himself, he reveled in your unamused scowl.

"You're such a dick, y'know?" He barked out a laugh at your insult, a feeling of warmth radiating through his body and you giggled watching his shoulders shake in delight.

Pushing back his ashy-blond locks that fell across his face, he peeped up at you, his golden-brown eyes swimming in what seemed to be adoration.

"How crude." He jested, leaning forward on his elbows, sending you a provoking look as he rested his chin on his hands and tilting his head to the side in mock innocence.

"Please." You begged, drawing out your e's, making that face you knew he'd cave to.

"Only if I get to have some of yours."

He watched as you seperated a square of your oreo crêpe before taking a stab and hovering it over his lips, in which he proceeded to wet with his tongue.

An indirect kiss.

The silly thought caused heat to rush to his cheeks and the slight extra grip of his hand around his fork. It wasn't like sharing food with you was uncommon in the slightest, so the thumping in his chest now ringing in his ears seemed very unalike him. Nevertheless, he opened his mouth and let you slide the food onto his tongue, winking at you in the process and making a show as he slid his mouth away to thoughtfully chew at your food.

"Good right?" You urged, leaning against the stained glass table, your eyes holding a flirtacious twinkle as your lips curled, showing the tops of your teeth. Strands of hair continuing to stray from where you've preceded to tuck them away. His fingers itched to move them back for you.

"If anything I'd say you're trying to seduce me." He teased after taking a moment to swallow the savory treat.

"Maybe I am." You hurled back, continuing to stuff your face, specks of crêpe settling around your chin and mouth but you didnt seem to care. You were too concerned with finishing your plate of its remains—something that Keigo always seemed to find charming about you.

Your indiffernce to your casual flirting caused him to let out a short chuckle, taking in the comfort because you never really do change. The tender feeling lingering in his chest and his fondness for you seemed to only keep growing as the months and years passed, expanding notably but at such a timely pace, so gradual it almost went unnoticed.

Almost.

As if to signify the dwindling of the day, the yellow-orange glow of the street light flicked on, casting a gentle ray of warmth to envelope your frame, settling over you like a warm blanket, setting a beautiful contrast against the evening blue.

"Looks like its going to rain." You voiced, eyes flickering up to the clouded sky just before a soft rumble emerged. And just as your eyes fell back on him, he peered back down at his fingers.

He got caught staring.

"Are you okay? You’ve been unnaturally quiet today, kinda spooky."

He appreciated your attempt in lightening the mood with your quip. Even so, he couldn't seem to let go of his guilt in spoiling your time together with his moods.

"Long day." He decided to respond after a moment and a sigh. It wasnt necessarily a lie, he justified.

"Wanna head back to mine?" You offered with an innocent tilt to your head and a sincere smile. Your gaze loving, regarded him with compassion he didn't feel deserving of. Nonetheless, he returned your expression the best he could, hoping you could feel his gratitude.

"Sure Dove."

"Wanna go wash up before we get started? You’re stinking up my house, y'know." You teased, leaning over to pet your cat who only seemed to like you. He swore up and down that cat would send him death glares anytime he was over.

"I think you like my stink." He retorted, shrugging off his coat before leaning against your kicthen bar, hands stuffed into his pockets as he adirmed your backside. Gaze shooting back to your face before you could catch on.

A seemingly lingering voice of shame resounding in his head after doing so.

"Ahh, you caught me." You pretend to admit. Turning to face him as you look him up and down, assessing him before coming up with a witty retort.

"There's just something about the smell of sweaty balls that really gets me goin'."

"HAH! I do not smell like sweaty balls."

"Well, then I guess you should get to it then, that is, if you don't want me to assume that's how you enjoy smelling." You turn your back to him once again to set you cat back down, and this time he makes sure to point his eyes away from your figure.

You must be doing this to him on purpose.

"Do you want me to help you wash your hair?" You offer, knowing he loves the feeling your hands scratching and cleaning at his scalp after a long day. The thought makes his heart pulse.

"Sure Dove," he began softly. "I'll call you when I'm ready."

"Okay! Wanna watch our show afterwards?" You suggest to him as he makes his way to your bedroom, the wooden floor slighlty creaking against his weight.

"Of coarse," he answers. "Just don't start without me."

"Don't take too long!"

Stepping inside and closing the door behind him, he began to strip of his clothes. Taking in the sight of your messy room and letting the familiar scent of you–and your cat–to engluf his senses, urging his shoulders to slope and his muscles to relax. It wasnt long until he caught the sight of your panties staring him in the face, causing heat to rush to his cheeks and to his groin. Damn you for being so untidy.

Such a tease.

Letting the running water cascade over him like perfect rain, warm and steady, hoping it could wash away his racing thoughts and inappropriate feelings. And yet it only seemed to fuel his daydreams of you: the sight of your crêpe stained face under the light of the streetlamp, your scandalous remarks and flirtacious conversations; the warm-spicy and vanilla-coffee scent of your perfume, and the view of your breasts and ass when you lean forward or over something driving him close to insanity. He wondered what you would think of him if you knew what was currently going through his head right now.

A sudden twitch of his cock alerted him it might be better to set the setting temperature to cold.

Poking his head out from your bedroom, he called for you. Keigo watched as you sauntered over, your eyes red and droopy and your lips curved into a dopey smile.

"Are you high?" He queried with mirth. "You were supposed to wait for me."

"You were taking too long." Giggling as you glided past him and into the room and into your bathroom, but not before you looked him up and down, clearly indulging in his half-naked form.

"Like what you see?" Keigo implored, flexing his pecs hoping to hear you laugh .

Giggling, you nodded—taking his hand and leading him inside. You sat him down on your stool before coaxing him to lean back against you.

Taking the detachable shower head you rinsed his messy, feathered locks; the water turning his once ashy-golden hair into brown as droplets cascaded down his face and onto the bathroom tile.

"You look so handsome with your hair wet, Keigo." You say gently, as if it was as clear as the sky was blue. He marveled at how such a gentle confession would hinder him speechless.

"You're too sweet Dove" He mumbled, awed at how such a simple compliment from anyone else would never hold the same effect as you do him.

"Jus' the factss."

He truly didnt know what to say so he chose to just stay silent. All until your lathered hand came into contact with his head and he couldn't seem to hold back the groan of relief. He couldn't even register your silly gibe at his condition, only basking in the feeling of your fingers delicately, yet firmly scratching away.

How are you so perfect?

After you rinse his hair and shampoo it again, he can already start to feel his battery fully recharging. He truly doesn't know how he made it without you or your occasional hair appointments.

"Wanna do my skin care with me?" You ask him after blow drying his hair and shaking it out with your oiled hands. He tilts his head back to gaze up at you, leaning into your hands and he swears he can feel himself purring.

"Please..." He murmurs, which he knows is out of character for him but he doesn't care. He just wants you to continue taking care of him like you always do, unashamedly.

Slipping on his clothes he conviently leaves at your place, he notices the scent of you lingering on his hoodie instead of the usual smell of your detergent. Instantly, without thinking, he lifted the garment to his face to inhale before feeling disturbed of himself and quickly sliding the garment over his head.

What’s going on with him?

Situating himself next to you, he lets you cuddle him under your blanket before handing him a joint as the episode to your show played in the background.

Just then, a giant white streak of lightening, followed by a crack and boom of thunder echoed through the apartment. And in suit came the pit-patter of the rain upon your window.

"I love when it rains." You mumbled sleepily, half to yourself. Your eyes barely opened and trained on the T.V. Keigo hummed in agreement as he wrapped his arm behind your head and against the top of the couch, letting the smoke enter his lungs for a couple moments before letting the air escpape through his nose with a sigh.

He could feel his stress dissipating instantly, almost like he really could die happy here with you, on your old couch and your grumpy cat that he secretly wished approved of him.

He let his gaze rest outside the window, seeminly lost in thought before he felt the weight of your head against his shoulder as your soft snores escaped your parted lips. Turning to look back at you, he felt as if the world stopped still on its axis. There was no time, no rain, no noise—just you. He could feel the warm and soft press of your body against his and this almost overwhelming feeling of pure affection. He let his hand come down to rest against your head and allowing his body to move forward and plant a kiss on your hairline. He let himself linger in place for a few moments before compelling himself to pull away.

Choosing to ignore the creeping dread rising from his chest, he decided to just enjoy the moment (as you liked to remind him) before feeling the heaviness of his own eyes. Heaving an amused breath, the sudden dawning of his predicament fell upon him.

You were his best friend, his home, someone he knew he could never in a million years replace.

He loved you.

And even though it was never said between the two of you—you both knew it. He knew this was far from the platonic love you have shared for each other; you were both niave for thinking it would end any other way. And yet, the very idea of telling you how he felt was extremely akin to ice being poured on top of him. The risk of everything you've built together would shatter and it would never be the same. Though, he decided the self-chastening could wait until tomorrow. Right now he just wanted to get lost in you, and hopefully never wake up.

feedback and critism is welcomed!

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pbpsbff · 25 days

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my adoring fans do u guys prefer shorter fics (1-3k) that come out more frequently or longer fics (4k+) that take longer to put out

#i know that that's not really a long fic by any means #but it's long TO ME. because i've never passed the 8000s in one chapter #this isn't a “what should i do” kinda question it's just. what's more favored #because i do like my lil oneshots. but i know that shorter fics can leave people wanting more n all that #and i love my longer fics. but the time i take writing/editing them is so much longer than i'd like it to #idk!#genuinely just wondering #follow up question do we like multi-fic series or multi-chap fics more what's the move #because i do both and i feel like the series is a lot better for my sake

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redrobin-detective · 1 year

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Iruma-kun, the Six Fingers and Humanity

I have been mulling over this idea for days as I devoured the Iruma-kun anime then manga and am still struggling to articulate it. The best I can boil down to is the whole goal of the Six Fingers and the return to origins is, unbeknownst to them, a desire to become more human.

I can understand, in a way, their frustration. Demons used to be merciless killers, where the strong surpassed the weak and magic, aggression and power won the day. Now we see they have idol concerts and theme parks and silly games to help demons safely purge their “wickedness” which is, in reality just another part of their nature. The majority of modern day demons deny a large part of themselves. The whole idea of a wicked cycle is endlessly fascinating to me, like this species has compartmentalized themselves so much that their pent up darker impulses periodically spring out and require them to be handled gently or hidden away. I can see how this practice is insulting and incredibly restrictive of what a demon is.

Now, right from the start, Iruma has stood out in the demon world for a few reasons. First and most obviously, he lacks any practical or cultural knowledge of demonic society. We see Iruma ignorantly stride past social norms and boundaries he didn’t even know existed. If it weren’t for his upbeat, people pleasing attitude he’d be written off as a delinquent but instead he helps foster an environment of change in a bunch of slackers and misguided students. And change is a radical concept in a society that hasn’t replaced the demon king in centuries since the old one disappeared. The effect of Iruma’s very presence, his enthusiasm and attitude and cooperative abilities can be seen so strongly on the Misfit class that its no wonder he’s become such a stand out student.

So I had heard of Irumean when I first started the series and had high expectations of him being a full on bastard. And he simply wasn’t. He was arrogant, reckless, rude at the worst but even those around him commented that his innate, unnatural kindness was still there. I argue because Irumean was never a true wicked cycle. It was Ali-san’s attempt to induce a demonic ritual onto him. But humans aren’t like demons, Iruma is a good, kind, patient boy due to his trauma and strength of character. At any point he could lash out in the most horrific fashion and leave everyone stunned because he is not bound such such strict rules of personality and conduct. His humanity is as much a strength as it is a weakness.

So according to recent chapters, Iruma has traces of Delkira’s energy. My first thought was that it was emanating from Ali-san, which is a distinct possibility but why was the ring attracted to Iruma in the first place? My next theory is that Delkira had some connection to humans as well. Either he’s a hafling or a demonized human or spent a significant amount of time in the human world. Either way, this human perspective is what made him so powerful, such an irreplaceable leader that his throne has remained empty for so long. One could even argue that the energy that the Six Fingers identify as ‘Delkira’ is actually just ‘human’ since the King’s energy is familiar while a human’s is not.

My whole round about point I’m doing a very poor job of explaining essentially boils down to, demons want to return to their origins to have more control over their baser instincts. Instincts and free will that humans, such as Iruma, possess naturally. But while Iruma has the capability for great evil, unrestrained by a set cycle, he also has such an overflowing well of love in him. Delkira, what little we’ve seen of him comes across as brash, fickle and cruel. You may note those are human traits as well. But Iruma also leads with kindness, dedication and teamwork. He will make a marvelous King because the humanity he brings to the table will help all of demonkind.

I do believe as the manga progresses we will see Iruma’s humanity become a game changer in the battle against the Six Fingers. How he sees the world (both human and demon), how he interacts and inspires others, how he fights. Reaching a point where not only does Iruma stand up for himself but he is forced to cause harm (and by consequence addressing his people pleasing trauma) and behave in a manner not seen by demons outside of their wicked cycle. When he does, years down the road, become King, I believe he will address the concerns of factions like the Six Fingers. Demons are not meant to be fully contained but cannot be allowed to run rampant. With his feet in both worlds, I believe he will be able to balance both opposing views and ‘heal’ the underworld as the prophecy states. Not just from the instability of the Six Fingers but from this bizarre evolutionary cycle demons have fallen into over the centuries.

#mairimashita! iruma kun #welcome to demon school iruma kun #iruma kun spoilers #not sure how to tag this??#the wicked cycle is fascinating to me #so youre saying i can compile all my bitchy evil energy into a few day cycle??#its absolutely insane if you think about it #and Yes wtds is a lovely lighthearted series that I adore but sometimes I think 'gosh this is tame for hell'#and i argue that its not supposed to be like this!#how they got stuck in this cycle is up for debate if it pre or post dates Delkira #the point remains that Iruma can and absolutely should go feral at some point #bc he is a human and his personality and actions are managed only by himself #I want all his people pleasing meek adorableness to backfire on him and we see a hint of the rage beneath #I want him to maim even kill in a rage bc the indignities done to him have been simmering for years and now someone is threatening his new h #*home #The six fingers want him bc of delkira yeah but also his ability to transcend the limits of being a modern demon #something something humans are the true demons the latter having managed themselves so tightly they no longer resemble demons of old #that Iruma even as good and pure as he is is still more alike Delkira than any modern demon #Ive kind of lost the bubble on this but things Ive been thinking about #Im all caught up and I feel Extreme Stress over the Diverticulum #i cant wait!

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