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For those close to him, Jinwoo suddenly becoming unrecognizably tall, dark, handsome, and FLUSH with cash from a job he is famously the Worst In The Entire World at, should all seem very suspicious.
But I am dedicated to the vision that there is a completely logical and sensible explanation to all this if you simply assume Jinwoo started an OnlyFans.
War rages on Earth and billions are dead, simply caught in the crossfire. The Monarchs, conniving and cruel, want a sandbox. The Rulers, twisted with time and no direction, want to take it from them and hoard over it. Every fight leads to more ruins, more uninhabitable land. More death.
Between the gates full of monsters trying to claw their way into their world and the gods fighting over them, civilization is collapsing and humanity is doing all it can to survive.
Jinwoo Sung, having lost everything in his world to time, knows nothing waits for him back home. He drifts in the void between worlds, something in him searches for a home to call his own, to own and to protect. Perhaps its his instincts as both Ruler and Monarch. When he brushes against the border of another world, he hears it. Countless desperate prayers, uncollected and drifting for whoever will listen, pleas for help, for mercy. There is one voice in particular that he recognizes, uncharacteristically small and losing hope. Jinwoo cannot ignore it.
Sung jin woo be the gentleman type fr and i wanna ramble about him cuz art cannot be done :'c
-He the type to look like he dgaf but oh he does HE SO DOES with u...so much imma cry, he would be those blunt type bf's that becomes so good at making u blush (50/50 he either knows what he doing or just comes out his brain lol)
-tall or short he don care if he carrying u HE CARRYING U, DO NOT RESIST. Also as someone with a bit of damaged skin (acne scars or anything medical related) my man could care less what you look like, if u let him love you he WILL love u with all his heart
-When he said he will do anything to protect his family no matter if it turns the world against him, that includes us my fellow
-Propping on one knee to tie your shoelaces when they unravel, not caring if ur sole dirts on his VERY high quality pants. Or his shadows doing that to u when he's not with you cuz they would never forgive themselves if their king's lover hurted themselves by accident (beru very much likely)
-Opening doors for you and helping you tie your tie or sip up ur dress when u can't do it. WE seen him with the drip my guy would help u pick up an outfit I JUST FEEL IT IN MY BONES
-Prepping breakfast for u or letting of his shadows cook just so he can stay bit longer in bed with u (could their shadows even cook? can u even imagen that, most of them don't even fit in the house lmao)
-HUGGING AND PETTING TANK CUZ DO WE FORGET JIN WOO GOT BEAR SHADOW????? AND THE DRAGON ONE TOO- actually nvm we hugging all of them idc, those are ya'lls babies
-lmao jin woo dropping sweat as he sees braiding igris hair thingy (??) or us seating on bellion's shoulder, kicking our feet and humming like a normal Tuesday
-Temple kithes...no actually ALL KITHES CUZ HE ADORES KISSING U. He got high stamina.....just saying-
Okay I love that Clark just has like no sense of self preservation throughout most iterations. I feel like this guy is like passively suicidal but stays alive because he knows he has a lot of power and can help a lot of people... but if he dies in some big fight it's whatever. It's good, even.
I don't think he even consciously knows this, either. Like he won't actively kill himself but my GOD he wants to die a hero so bad. He's jumping at the bit to sacrifice himself for anyone with a pulse. There's at least one comic where he gets brought to the brink of death trying to save Lex Luthor. In MAWS he's about to let himself be killed until he realizes his friends are in danger. He jumps in front of a bullet to save Lois before even knowing he's bulletproof. In the 2025 movie he almost throws Joey to Rex because he thinks he's going to get sucked into the black hole but then saves everyone the moment he realizes it's not just him getting sucked in.
And it's so tragic bc he really doesn't value himself as someone also worth saving. He's never felt like he belonged here. He's lonely and of course he does good just for good's sake but I think there's also part of him that thinks that if he gives enough of himself (even if he dies in the process) then maybe he'll be worth something. Maybe he'll be wanted. He doesn't realize that he's already worth so much
I just finished season 2 episode 16. but to be honest this episode finished me. BECAUSE GODAMN THEY MADE HIM LOOK SO FINE. A-1 HAD NO BUSINESS GIVING US THAT VIEW. HIS BACK. HIS ARMS. AND THAT SMIRK I'M IN TEARS. I will say I do love the fact that they animated him running to the boss with the enthusiasm of someone seeing their favorite idol. My boy was practically skipping. he in it for the love the game. Also I watched the second episode of this season dubbed. I want say shoutout to Aleks Le because he's actually killing it. He adds so much to Jin-Woo as a character in his performance. Making Jin-Woo SOUND LIKE AN EXASPERATED MOTHER when he reprimands Iron. Peak performance. Aleks Le understands that at the end of the day Jin-Woo is just a single mother. Please I beg you, to watch the dub just for that.
this dialogue from @phantomrose96 and i yammering back and forth in this post didn't fit in that first comic anywhere organically, so instead i put it in the episode 6 spot that this was originally a riff on
The sight of Hero chained in the tank was enough to make Villain sick.
The fact that they had been the one to fasten the cuffs around Hero's ankles and seal the door only made it worse.
Supervillain, thankfully, didn't notice their discomfort, too busy preening over the victory that was within his grasp. Everything about this moment had been meticulously planned out, from the dimensions of the tank to the pressure of the pumps installed at its base to the angle of the lights and cameras. When Supervillain was finally done gloating, Hero's death would be broadcast on every television station in the city, and Villain had helped make it happen.
"So, my dearest Hero," Supervillain crooned. "It's come down to this."
Villain stood at their place by the control panel, their hands clasped behind their back to keep them from shaking.
"Your beloved city, that you've sacrificed so much to protect, has abandoned you," Supervillain continued, circling the tank slowly. You've given them everything, and they won't even lift a finger for you in return."
Anger burned in Villain's stomach, and their hands clenched into fists. It wasn't fair. Hero had never done anything wrong, had never been anything but good, but it was them who would suffer for the city's crimes.
"You see now, how little they truly care for you," Supervillain leered, and Villain saw the corners of Hero's mouth tighten. "They would rather leave you to my mercy than swallow their pride and submit to me. They have sealed your fate...unless you relinquish your will to me now."
Villain held their breath. This was Hero’s last chance; if they surrendered to Supervillain now then their life would be spared.
But they’d become everything they always strove not to be, whispered a voice in the back of Villain’s mind. Is that not the same thing as losing them?
“Well, Hero?” Supervillain demanded. “Will you finally join me? Or will you throw your life away for the sake of those maggots?”
“Go to hell,” Hero spat with a glare, and Supervillain threw back his head and laughed.
“Oh, I will miss having you around,” he said. “Part of me is almost tempted to keep you...but the show must go on.”
He nodded to Villain, and Villain wordlessly flipped a switch on the control panel. The cameras around the room buzzed to life, and Supervillain turned to face the master shot.
“Citizens!” he bellowed, sweeping his arms out. “Your leaders, despite many attempts to persuade them, have refused to submit to my demands. Thus, it is time to face the consequences!”
He stepped aside to reveal Hero, and Villain could imagine the gasp of horror anyone watching would let out at the sight of Hero’s small, thin frame, chained and littered with cuts and bruises.
“This tank will be completely filled with water in thirty minutes!” Supervillain declared. “If I have not heard a response from the mayor at the end of that time, you can watch your precious Hero die slowly, and know that your leaders had the power to prevent it!”
Supervillain pulled a remote from beneath his cape and pressed a button, water began pouring into the tank, pooling around Hero’s ankles. They shivered as the icy liquid lapped at their legs, but kept their head held up high.
“They won’t give in to you!“ Hero said defiantly. “No matter what you do, the city will never be yours!”
“Brave words, little hero,” Supervillain said. “But words won’t save you now.”
Villain glanced at the bright red phone on the control panel as the water rose up past heroes knees.
Come on, they thought. Just give him what he wants. For God’s sake, he’s going to kill them, just give him what he wants!
But the phone remained silent, and as the water rose up to Hero’s waist, Villain knew that what Supervillain said was true: the city had abandoned them.
“Fifteen minutes left!” Supervillain taunted. “My, how the time flies! That water’s looking awfully high there, Hero; let’s check in and see if we’ve heard anything from the mayor’s office!”
He looked over to Villain, and Villain shook their head, their stomach twisting when Supervillain grinned.
“My, what a shame,” he said with a dramatic sigh. “It seems we haven’t heard a peep. Maybe they’ll dedicate a statue to you when you’re gone.”
Villain almost laughed at that. The bastards probably would; they’d erect it in front of City Hall or the fire department or somewhere equally noble, and speeches would be made every year on this day, commemorating them for their sacrifice while ignoring the fact that they could have stopped it.
You could have stopped this too, that voice hissed again. You are just as guilty of inaction as the mayor.
Villain squeezed their eyes shut. The voice was wrong, of course. They weren’t just guilty of inaction, they’d helped Supervillain. The mayor may have had the power to stay Supervillain’s hand, but Villain had been the one to flip the switch. Any court of law would find them guilty for this, and while Villain usually thought the law was bullshit, they couldn’t help agree on that point.
A gasp pulled their attention away from their own self-pity, and they opened their eyes just in time to see the water rise above Hero’s head, submerging them completely. Their eyes were blown wide with panic and they strained against their chains; whatever composure they’d been holding onto for the sake of the cameras was gone.
“Such a tragedy,” Supervillain lamented, his face twisted in a cruel smile. “And one so preventable, too.”
For one fleeting moment, Hero locked eyes with Villain, their expression open and pleading.
Then a rush of bubbles burst out of their mouth, obscuring their face. Their body jerked as water filled their lungs instead of air, and panic suddenly gripped Villain’s chest.
No...no, please, they can’t just die!
Somehow, some distant part of Villain assumed that Hero would escape in some way, that the mayor would make a last minute call or that another hero would come bursting in to save the day, but there was no one, no one was coming and Hero was thrashing weakly as their brain was deprived of oxygen and Supervillain was laughing, like this was funny, like it was to be celebrated-
“NO!”
The word tore itself from Villain’s throat, and the resulting sonic soundwave instantly shattered every pane of glass in the room. Camera lenses burst, monitors sparked and died, and most importantly, the tank in the center of the room exploded, water pouring out into the room. Supervillain barely had time to cry out in surprise before the resulting wave knocked him to the ground, but Villain barely gave him a second glance.
They rushed forward, their boots crunching on broken glass until they dropped to their knees beside Hero’s body.
“Hero,” they gasped, drawing Hero’s limp form into their arms. “Hero, wake up!”
“Villain! You traitor, what do you think you’re-”
“STAY BACK!” Villain shouted, and the force of their sonic wave sent Supervillain sprawling backward. His head connected with the wall with a sickening *crunch* before his body slumped over, unmoving.
“Please,” they whispered, cupping Hero’s cheek. Their skin was cold beneath their fingertips, and Villain felt tears well up unbidden in their eyes. “Please don’t leave me.”
For a single, heart-stopping moment, Hero didn’t move, and Villain feared they were too late. Then they coughed, spluttering as water was expelled from their lungs, and Villain slumped in relief.
“Okay, okay, you’re okay,” they muttered, the words just as much a reassurance for themself as they were for Hero. “I’m gonna get you out of here.”
They quickly moved to unlock the shackles on Hero’s ankles, wincing at the raw, swollen skin left in their wake.
“Villain?” Hero asked, blinking up at them, and Villain nodded.
“It’s alright,” they soothed, wiping away the hair that was plastered to Hero’s face. “It’s alright now, you’re safe.”
“You...saved me.”
“I...yeah,” Villain said, smiling weakly. “Yeah, I guess I did.”
“Knew it,” Hero mumbled, and Villain let out a choked laugh.
“Okay,” they said, gathering Hero close and getting to their feet. “Time to go.”
“Where’re we going?” Hero slurred as Villain carefully stepped over the pool of broken glass around them.
“I...I don’t know,” Villain admitted. They pulled Hero closer, and dropped a kiss onto the top of their head. “Somewhere far away from here.”
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