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and then he's like "ooh baby you totally belong in this house" leaving out the part where he hates the house and hated living in it and keeps whole rooms in plastic. girl don't listen he's so insane

#spoilers for the devil judge:

so like. yo-han very obviously brings sun-a home to show off that he's married to an incredible cook who dotes on their family. am i right

no i think you're perfectly on track! haha. what's xie'er going to do with all that independence? once the old... business associates stop coming around. yifu probably thought was going to be around a lot longer, set too many plans in motion. xie'er has to clean it all up, as usual

maybe he made lemonade out of lemons, if something went wrong in his plans and yifu had an... unexpectedly adverse reaction to something. a rapid decline. xie'er didn't want him to go away forever, just to... listen 😬 and now, well... he's a wonderful listener

TAXIDERMIED!!! i'm. oh, xie'er

oooooooooooooooh whose motel???

🫂😔 boo to this. i boo it. nay

oh zzs would be SO much worse. sooooo much worse. i think yby has a faint sense of fashion still, he's just like "i'm at the beach and my feet are getting sandy so who gives a fuck." but zzs is out here like... visor and socks. he doesn't own any other shoes. disturbing how hot he still is

xie'er: i can't TAKE it anymore
xie'er: wear a casual loafer, a boat shoe... a BIRKENSTOCK, if you must! but please stop tormenting me with those-
yby:
yby: these? but i like them
yby: look, you can hose them off
xie'er, despondent: at least stop putting the CHARMS in

🥰🥰🥰😍😍😍😍😍 okay now i am determined to somehow get xie'er into beach crocs..... he needs his worldview rocked occasionally lmao

“Mm,” Yo-han says, noncommittally. He's off somewhere. In the weeds, the mist. The past, maybe. Hopefully not. “Sleep here,” Ga-on says. “But in the bed. I'll come wake you up before it's time to eat.” “Is that a command?” Yo-han drawls. “If it is, will you follow it?” Yo-han rolls his eyes. But Ga-on finds him under the covers later, stripped out of his shirt. Curled around Ga-on's pillow. Face looking like an angel’s would, at least as far as Ga-on knows. His vague understanding of angels was mostly formed by television, but Elijah did tell him once that Satan was an angel: one of the first, the most beautiful. The one with the furthest to fall. If you hear that, the story starts sounding sad.

a little bit more. just a little bit

“It was hard to find guys to have sex with in university,” Ga-on says. “People do make all kinds of automatic assumptions.” Yo-han rolls abruptly onto his back. “Guys,” he says, through his teeth. Ga-on used the plural casually; this is pointed. Ga-on smiles at it. “Oh,” Ga-on says. “Background checks weren't so good after all, huh? You missed that?” Yo-han is incriminatingly silent. “You probably found my girlfriends’ names,” Ga-on muses. “I usually didn't fuck guys more than once. Because I guess I look—” “Like a floppy-eared little rabbit who should like to beg,” Yo-han bites out. Ga-on laughs. “Yeah,” he says. “Like that.” Yo-han frowns. Then he's quiet for a bit. His eyes rise towards the ceiling. Maybe he's thinking about the time they tried this the other way. Ga-on had ignorantly joked about a spanking, been game enough to have his bluff called, but Yo-han only got as far as sliding his belt off and folding it in half before he'd made a face like he was going to throw up. “You should take a nap,” Ga-on says. “I'm going to start dinner in a little while.”

the devil judge experiment continues #wip

lmao i'm going to make a version that's like "enjoyed in theaters," "enjoyed at home," "regretted every minute regardless of venue"

oooooooh!!!

“I'm calling you childish,” Ga-on grins. “Watch it,” Yo-han warns. It's… incredibly cute. “Is there anything <i>you</i> want to cook together?” Ga-on says, suddenly. “I don't taste food,” Yo-han scoffs, like Ga-on is being a big idiot. “That's not what I asked,” Ga-on says. “Pointless,” Yo-han says. He waves the idea away, one quick imperious sweep of his hand, like a prince. “Okay,” Ga-on says. “If you don't want to answer now, we can revisit it later.” Yo-han makes a skeptical noise in his throat. But his throat bobs, like the noise got stuck in it, somehow. Once, twice, it goes up and down. His eyes linger on Ga-on, testing it out, and then they slide away with revealing aloofness. Ga-on thinks fondly about reaching over and ruffling his hair, making him mad, madder, but then doesn't do it. It's too early in the day to start driving him really crazy.

the devil judge is slightly less intimidating when you've seen him shoveling eggs into his mouth. we'll see if this goes anywhere

what the fuck DO they accept. this is like "what we're looking for: nothing"

Still image from "The Devil Judge" of Professor Min trying to beat the shit out of Ga-on's motorbike with a golf club

Still image from "The Devil Judge" of Professor Min trying to beat the shit out of Ga-on's motorbike with a golf club

Still image from "The Devil Judge" of Professor Min saying "If you ever get into another accident on your motorbike..."

Still image from "The Devil Judge" of Professor Min saying "... I'll take you to your parents' graves and kill us both."

i'm predictable but. this was so au-ye-baiyi-and-rong-xuan coded

the way ga-on lets him run his mouth, THEN flips it right around so easily...... yo-han, you in danger girl

oh LITERALLY the next episode is like

yo-han: fine... i AM a monster!
yo-han: am i shocking you? going to blush and apologize now?? ha ha h-
ga-on, calmly: i see. you call yourself a monster to stop feeling like a victim. right?
yo-han, trembling:
yo-han, imagining being hauled across the desk: NO

it would be an act intended to draw attention to the plight of women athletes, offering no disrespect to the structural coherence of the cranium

Meme of someone dressed like Kermit the Frog sitting on a bench, staring at the ground

if you went back to 2002-2004 and told my jezebel-commenting younger self that a significant number of "feminists" in 2025 were going to be DEMANDING to be defined by their crotches in public life i would not have believed you

oh and... if you do not care about the level of legality in your "legal" drama, you'll have a good time 😂

hahaha it's deranged so far, i think you'd enjoy it. a lot of people compare it to 'beyond evil' but tbh it's much more high-concept and theatrical. (BE had the two most dramatic people of all time performing for each other, sure, but this has like... giant tableaus of sin in a burning church)

he's got a huge case of Look At Me Ga-on disease, and i think the only cure is for ga-on to hold him steady and firm with a big hand at the back of his neck while he complains about how disrespectful it is and he's going to get up and show him who's boss any.... minute now

NOISY BOOTS oh my god lmao this is art!!!!!

yo-han: i tricked that softhearted fool with my sob story. ha ha
yo-han: it's probably fine that i dream i'm burning while he(?) watches
ga-on: hey are you ill
yo-han: don't TOUCH me. wait where are you going
ga-on: to make dinner. and you'd better finish it
yo-han: i WON'T
yo-han: oh. it's yummy

i keep looking for a fic that's like "ga-on unintentionally and then intentionally pavlovs the devil judge to behave nice in the house" but if i don't find it i guess i know what i'd have to do

yo-han: i am a VERY intimidating guy and i'll do WHATEVER I WANT to you
ga-on:
yo-han: i'm taking my robe off. do you see my scars
yo-han: i'm sure you wouldn't DARE touch my bare back. you wouldn't even imagine it. i'm not imagining it
ga-on:
yo-han: did you know my dad used to beat me in here

years of training so that it becomes a reflex