Nov 21, 2025
KATE WINSLET for PORT Magazine photographed by Liz Collins.
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from Czechia
seen from Netherlands
seen from United States
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Canada
seen from Kazakhstan
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from Canada
seen from Türkiye
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from Singapore
seen from China
seen from Germany
seen from Malaysia
KATE WINSLET for PORT Magazine photographed by Liz Collins.
EVERYONE STFU AND SIT DOWN AND SAY THANK YOU TO DAN MORA
30 Days Has Sept 28
Kpop Demon Hunters - Rujinu
Timeline: Post-Canon AU Rating: K
"Together"
"Why didn't you just ask me for help?"
Jinu blinked, Rumi's question hanging between them.
Because I'm over 400 years old and can look after myself. Because you're busy enough already. Because you don't owe me anything. Because I betrayed you, mocked you, exposed you in front of millions.
Because I don't deserve it.
"I, uh…"
Rumi took his hand in hers—soft, warm, grounding. "You've been given a second chance, Jinu. You don't have to face it alone. I want to help you. Let me."
The overflowing sincerity pouring from her eyes would never cease to amaze him.
"Ok."
ESSA MEEKO - Star Wars [full colour]
more art || character page || commissions
In the Wake of
The Commission falls. Like they’d planned.
The grand scheme finally coming to an end over three years later than when it first began. Closer to five if you counted back to when he and Etho first learned Pearl’s story.
They did the job. Won, against steep odds, and cheating adversaries.
Left the clean-up to those who should have done something in the first place, but with sharp gazes promising that they’ll be watching. That they’ll step in again if things aren’t fixed.
But with The Commission gone they turn to their former roles.
They aren’t heroes.
Doc is a mad scientist, even when he claims all he’s doing is advancing scientific understanding. Etho is a spy and assassin. Tango is a thief. False is a killer.
They’re villains.
They didn’t do the right thing because it was good, but because the evil had hurt them.
Hermiton and elsewhere work on filling in the hole The Commission left.
Heroes training, and patrolling, and fighting those who break the law when they’re caught.
Around the three week mark the city had put on a memorial service/symbolic funeral for the people The Commission had killed, with special focus on the heroes, those falsely accused. None of them went, though many heroes and civilians did.
The city creeping towards recovery, closer and closer with every day passed.
All the villains dealt with the aftermath in their own ways. Cleo (and actual-former-hero Joe) continued with their Moirai roles, though opened their services to some heroes and Ananke had been seen every so often acting closer to a vigilante than anything else. Martyn (Aesthesia) settled, no longer as hunted, though staying with his information role alongside Ren. The Red King vanished almost completely, apart from the occasional appearance alongside The Doctor. Etho takes less assasination requests, though doesn’t stop by any means, and one “Bryn Dubois” ends up through slightly extralegal means in charge of the Gilded Wood’s regrowth. Visitors were expected to politely look past the white hair and mask, unfortunate coincidences were just like that.
And Tango works. Old patterns, same road.
It’s been over a year since Pearl announced herself as Blood Moon by now.
Over the two since the meeting she left and decided to step onto the front lines with them.
Summer gone, days growing shorter, colder.
The restaurant had weathered the fight and effect of The Commission’s destruction well, slightly propped up by Tango’s reappropriated funds. His staff alive and generally unhurt, customers slowly coming back as they realise they are still open, still the same.
He doesn’t leave his office much though, the first several months spent building up the third version of Decked Out, though it will never be called that, up into a simplistic adventure game. It doesn’t take as long as it should, between all his previous planning and many late nights and early mornings sat in front of a computer until his eyes burn because he’s forgotten blinking again.
He’d released the demo of Greywick’s Mercy with no real plan other than to have made it. To have made something. Some version of Decked Out.
It’s simple. For now it’s simple. But there are people who like it anyway, see the potential.
Tango keeps working on it. But sensibly. Taking breaks, getting sleep, talking to more than 2ish people.
His alarm goes off, and Tango sits back from the spreadsheets on inventory. Time to head out for the day. It’s Monday. And he said he’d stop by Ren’s before heading over.
“—back to the kitchen. Now these are people Tango’s banned from the restaurant.” He hears Jimmy say, walking the new hire through the front desk systems, Dean watching from one side. “If you see one of them just inform Tango straight away, or someone like Dean if he’s not in, and they’ll handle it from there.” The blonde explains, the file of pictures they keep under the register in hand.
“Why are they banned?” The trainee asks, and he can’t quite remember their name, something E-something-ly.
“Safety incidents.” Jimmy states, a half-truth. “Harasment of staff or customers, but extreme. That sort of thing.” He shrugs. “Tango wants the place to be safe.” Most of the pictures there are of heroes. And Tango had wanted a bit of heads up if they were looking around.
“Speaking of which, we also have a rule about noting any capes that you see.” Jimmy continues, and that one’s just reasonable in this city. “It’s a good enough indicator if there’s a fight about to happen, we like to keep track.” Just also pulls double duty. Tango walks through the kitchen door, one foot in front of the other.
“Hey, guys I’m heading out for the day unless you need me for anything.” He says, checking in to make sure they don’t actually need him.
“We’re good here, boss.” Dean nods.
“Oh! Er, hello. Sir?” The trainee says startling, they’ll pick up better awareness working food service, and Tango shakes his head with a smile.
“Just call me Tango, most people do. Don’t worry, you’ll do fine.” Tango tells them. “Jimmy’s a good teacher, been here for years.” Jimmy flushes slightly at the compliment, and Tango waves, already moving away.
“Bye guys!” He calls exiting out the front, half so he can give a good second long stare across the street at the two men watching his restaurant from the shops there. He told them the days after the final fight with The Commission he doesn’t want anything to do with them. And still they kept stalking him around every once and a while like he wouldn’t notice. Sure, probably out of worry, but that’s not his problem and they needed to knock it off.
They don’t follow him at least as Tango makes his way through town over to Ren’s bar, entering through the back.
One of Ren’s employees, Bob, he's fairly certain, directs him to the room Ren’s waiting in, and he waves off the offer of anything to eat or drink (or smoke).
“Hey Ren.” Tango says as he enters after knocking twice.
“Tango!” Ren cries, jumping up from his seat to greet him. “Welcome! It’s wonderful to see you man!”
“You too.” Tango replies grinning. “How’ve you been?” He asks as Ren busies himself with pouring out two drinks in glasses, taking a seat as directed by the dog-man.
“Fair enough.” Ren says, passing him one glass as he sits back in the chair he’d been waiting in earlier. “The bar held up and I haven’t gotten anyone poking around. The King’s retired and I’m back to focusing on the backstage and watching the new players from balcony seats.” He grins, honest and open in the way that makes him such a good bartender. “I admit I didn’t realize how much I’d miss the role until stepping back into the spotlight.”
“I get what you mean.” Tango says, nodding along.
“And how are you?” Ren switches the question back to him.
“Same as always.” He says, smiling and spreading his hands wide. “Resteraunt, theifification, working too much, and messing with contraptions when I get the chance.”
“And Greywick. Something that’s been doing great from what I’ve seen.” Ren says before lifting his glass in a toast towards him. “Congratulations on that again by the way.”
“Don’t say that anywhere Zed can hear you.” Tango warns with a half smile. “He’s still mad I didn’t take many breaks programming the thing.”
“From what he says, you didn’t take any breaks.” Ren remarks. “But you’re standing, and I’ve enjoyed the game rather immensely myself so I’d be a hypocrite not to express my gratitude.”
“I’m glad you enjoy it.” Tango grins and Ren snorts.
“Not as much as Martyn.” He says, with a wry if fond smile. “But I do have one question. The gravehounds…” Ren trails the sentence off with a half tilt to his head, watching Tango over his sunglasses.
“Yeah, they are.” He says, swirling the alcohol in his glass in a circle. “Couldn’t use ravagers afterall.” And Ren nods.
“It’s good. Subtle.” He says. Useful to know. But not something Tango wants to talk about.
“Did I see Doc with butterfly wings in last week's throwdown by the way?” Tango asks, switching the topic. Ren nods with a grin, fond and exasperated and a bunch of other small emotions all mixed together.
“He’s been working on them for a while. Started looking at birds, before pivoting, something about insect flight being more interesting and some other factors I could not repeat back to you.” Ren explains, waving a hand. “Originally his designs and rants were about dragonflies, but after making Pearl’s mask he started looking more into moths and butterflies.”
“Oh.”
“But the pink?” Tango asks, raising an eyebrow. The Doctor was not known for pink.
“I’ve no clue. I think it’s something to do with Martyn.” Ren says in a tone saying he wasn't getting in the middle of that and didn’t really want to know either.
“What about the others? How’s False?” Tango asks. “And… True?” He glances at Ren to see if he got the name correct and he nods.
“Still on their roadtrip. She says her twin is getting better, but she was trapped for a long time.” Ren frowns, but only a small amount of concern, nothing that’d indicate there was a Problem.
“I thought she was chasing down Commission agents and heroes that ran.” Tango checks, a little confused.
“Multi-tasking. Says it helps.” Ren explains and shrugs. “Not like I’m about to argue with either of them.” He shifts back as he moves on to news of the other villains.
“Let’s see, Cleo’s doing well,” he starts, “still turning down Doc’s offers to help make a new body mechanical or otherwise. Doc is happy enough between presenting a new machine every other week for the heroes to try and take down and this year's tomatoes that he’s taking the rejections well enough. He has been making mutterings about ice and freezing things as a heads up, though from his normal timelines it should be at least four months before he starts turning things into popsicles.” Ren informs him, which is good to know. “And then Martyn’s mainly been gathering info like normal, along with keeping an ear on how the legal changes have been changing.”
“What about Iris-Heartwood-Speaker?” Tango asks, curious if he had any new information on the double-agent, and Ren shrugs slightly.
“He drops in from time to time, usually with info for Martyn on how certain laws and such are going.” He tells Tango. “He’s the one who got the “protected towns” repealed. Gave a pretty convincing speech to a couple key congress members from what I heard.” Ren says, with a wink.
“Good.” Tango says, bit too dark. “Sorry to be asking about all this old news it sounds like.” He apologizes, voice back to normal.
“Dude it’s no worries. You guys have been dealing with a bunch of other stuff. And information sharage is what I do.” Ren says, waving off the apology. “I’m just glad to see you in person and without the eyebags and see-through skin Zed’s been claiming you’ve gotten.”
“Yeah, it was good catching up.” Tango smiles, just as half-fake as the rest of them.
“So how are they?” Ren asks lightly. “The wolves.” Almost casual and careful. Watching him with something not quite concern.
“They’re good. Ish. I’m going over to drop off some food later today.” Tango says, light, lightly, he can be casual.
“And Luna?”
“Same as the others.” Tango states. Keeping his eyes on the untouched glass in his hands.
Ren sighs, unsurprised.
“You’ve seen her?” He asks, and Tango just shakes his head. He has, but no.
Tango’s used to the silence that comes after.
They knew how things worked.
They just got it wrong.
Again.
He stands, leaving the glass of alcohol on the side table nearby.
“I should get going.” He says, neutrality injected back into his voice. “Thanks for the information and catching up Ren.” And the dog-eared man nods, keeping the rest to himself.
“It really was good to see you Tango,” Ren says sincerely, “and do say hello to everyone for me.” Tango nods, grinning, as he walks through the door with a half wave behind him.
He just needs to drop by the base and then it’s off to the forest.
Thankfully he and Etho were already decent at camping before this.
HUHRHEHRHEHFUEUFUEJFJSCNKSKSX
Thank y'all!! Let's do it!!
Hey hello gays and straights!! How are you?? I'm so happy because I almost arrived at 30 followers!! Just two more!! With this post I don't wanna ask you to help me get two more followers, but I want to thank everyone who supports me everyday, I mean:
@neenstein @princevofthesaiyans @jake4pare1987 @luvkthepsychic @youdid-not-just-call-memate @cleothecat5000 @kareman-palestine5 @iiiidiotnathanieliii @istolealama-andgotarrested @andrew2sblog @ye-olde-ace @imsogay179 @ashleiiii-the-trans-sapphie @ssekito124refugee @totaly-engliz-litrate @traserisa @leoluvsbilkyjo-offical @gazaaola4 @bullet256 @angel-theintrovert @delightfuldefendorblaze @beenielx @eplidagar @gorom211 @hell-dust @sorelynobleexile @kareman-dohaan @annietaylorsworld
As you understand... I thank ALL my amazing followers for supporting me everyday!! Anyways, go and take a look too ALL the people I tagged (they deserve it).
Now I would like to talk to those who are intrested to follow me :)
Firstly, thank you so much if you are intresetd to follow me!! But before you do it, please read the follows
My account is a safe place for everyone: LGBTQAIP+, thetians, furrys, neurodervigent people, black people, feminists, people of every religion...
Please do not follow me if you are one of these follow things: homophobic/ transphobic/ acephobic etc..., racist, anti-feminist, Trump supporter, anti-therian, anti-furry, tossic religious, anti-neurodervigent people, p3d0, z0o
I always follow back, but if I don't like your content (es. p0rn0, homophobia, racism etc...) I'll not follow you back and I'll directly block you :)
I guess that for the moment that's all! Thank you a thousand times, @2rexxer2 <33
