#weak ending

If any of other lower demon moons had died I don’t think Muzan would have cared as much. I mainly think this because Muzan had Susumaru and Yahaba believing they were apart of The Twelve Demon Moons.

If any other Lower Moon would’ve died then Susumaru or Yahaba would’ve been a good replacement for them. Why else keep those two demons so close to him and at his beck and call?

Yes, he has others that are close to him like Nakime and before that he had Tamayo but they weren’t Demon Moons. They both knew they were demons just serving closely by Muzan’s side. Yet... he let Susumaru and Yahaba believe they were apart of The Twelve Demon Moons or at the very least Susumaru believed that.

Besides that we also know the Lower Moons get replaced quickly.

So having a few demons in line to fill that position isn’t that odd.

Lower Moon Six was a very new Demon Moon.

So new he hasn’t been inside the infinity fortress in fact.

Or it could just be the rendezvous wasn’t there before considering there was also the drum demon, Kyogai. Who I’m pretty sure got replaced by the new Lower Moon Six and Nakime.

Although Kyogai’s blood demon art was a weaker version of what Nakime could do and he was also a past Lower Moon so it could be a different reason Lower Moon Six didn’t recognize the location. Though I like to believe Kyogai was replaced in both aspects.

Kyogai also shows us that there’s more than one way to not be apart of the Lower Demon Moons (I’m saying Lower Demon Moons taking into account the Upper Moons have stayed the same for hundreds of years.).

Which is showing how useless you are to Muzan. I can’t think of why Muzan wouldn’t kill Kyogai right there besides the fact that stripping him of his title would be more embarrassing. This would have Kyogai be more motivated to serve Muzan.

With that in mind it makes more sense to just replace Rui. Muzan had done it before but also this is a reason that makes me think Rui might’ve been someone Muzan favored.

When he called all the Lower Moons he specifically said Rui’s name then addressed him as Lower Moon Five.

Not saying he didn’t know the others names but for someone like Muzan who is all about respect I think it’s very important. He does of course refer to the Upper Moons with their respective names but I think that just might be because he’s known them for decades and they’ve done well to serve him unlike the lower moons.

With Rui’s death also came the dismantling of the Lower Moons.

Rui’s death might’ve not been the reason for this but is sure as hell was the catalyst that lead to this. Muzan had thoughts of abolishing them before but didn’t do it until after Rui’s death. His death and the inconsistencies the Lower Moons had shown all piled to make his final decision.

When Muzan turned Rui I honestly believe he saw himself in Rui.

Rui was sickly just like Muzan. Muzan perhaps wanted to “save” Rui in the same way Muzan himself was saved from his sickness. Muzan was probably projecting his past onto Rui.

Even when Rui felt bad about murdering his own parents Muzan told him he shouldn’t feel that way and be proud of his strength.

Oh yes absolutely. I've honestly really been hoping that someone would request something with these two I love them-

So real quick to explain their age differences; in WKM Actor is the same age as William, and William fought in WW1, so he had to have been born at latest 1900. WKM takes place, at earliest, in 1935 (which we can figure out because William's gun only started production in 1935) so Mark is at the very least 35. Jameson is 25 because I like the aesthetic of him being a young starlet. This also takes place in a sort of weird place where it's after Celine has left Mark, but before the Manor drove him crazy. So he's a lot nicer than he usually is.

As always, Jameson's signing will be italicized. Anything bolded will be The Manor feeding Mark thoughts.

Also this takes place in an AU where being gay is just as accepted as being straight because I refuse to write period typical homophobia in porn.

Warnings: Age difference. As always, ask me to add any necessary warnings.

Mark wasn't big on having new costars. He liked working with the same people he always did, and he didn't like having to meet new people. Especially not during one of the worst times in his life. But now here he was, about to meet his new costar. Mark sighed deeply, watching the director - god only knows what the man's name was, Mark had already forgotten - lead a young man around. He was dressed in a button up and blue vest with a bowtie and a bowler hat. He also didn't have shoes, which should have been worrying but Mark didn't care. The director lead the man over to Mark, who was immediately struck by two realizations; The man was absolutely beautiful, and Mark was pretty sure he could go to jail if he even looked at him wrong.

"Mark," The director said. "This is Jameson Jackson."

"Right. Wonderful. Let me just-" Mark hooked his arm around the director's shoulder and leading him away from the confused Jameson.

"That is a child," he hissed.

"No," the director corrected. "That is Hollywood's newest star from across the water."

"How old is he!?"

"Twenty-five."

"Twenty... That is ten years! I was ten when he was born!"

"Mark, look," the director said, sighing. "I know that you don't like dealing with new talent, but here's the thing. You are losing relevancy. He is Hollywood's new favorite face. So just be nice, do good on my movie, collect your check, and move on. Or I'll replace you. Great? Great!" The director pat Mark's shoulder, going back over to Jameson and apologizing.

Jameson waved a hand with a dismissive smile, making a few signs that Mark just barely recognised as American Sign Language. He'd learned a bit when he was younger, since William had a habit of going nonverbal when too upset.

"Oh, wonderful," Mark muttered. "Twenty-five years since I used Sign, but let's see if I can remember." He cleared his throat and put on a smile, striding over to Jameson confidently.

And up close, he was even prettier. Which really wasn't fair in the slightest. Mark could absolutely see why Jameson was Hollywood's newest starlet. The little gentleman was attractive, expressive, and Mark had completely missed whatever he'd been signing.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention," Mark said, smiling a bit sheepishly.

"That is okay," Jameson signed, smiling in response. "I am new to American Sign Language, so it most likely was not what I meant to say anyway."

"Really? I think you're doing fantastic," Mark replied, grinning brightly. Jameson blushed faintly, smile becoming shy.

"Well, thank you!"

Mark smiled brightly. "I think we're expected in the reading room," he said, offering Jameson his arm. "Care to accompany me?" Jameson giggled and hooked his arm with Mark's, following the other man to the reading room.

The reading went all right. Mark was brilliant, as usual, and despite his inability to speak, Jameson was also brilliant. Mark was reluctant to admit it, but he was actually looking forward to working with Jameson now. The young man was incredible for his part, and Mark was excited at the concept of working with Jameson and seeing what he did with the character. They went through the script quite a few times and by the time the director was satisfied for the day, it was dinner time. Mark sighed deeply. Benjamin and Chef were bound to have something made, but Mark didn't feel like going home yet. He loved his employees, but the house was too empty.

"Hey, Jameson!" Mark said, jogging after Jameson as the little gentleman walked toward the exit. Jameson paused and turned to look Mark, smiling and cocking his head curiously.

"Hey, I was wondering if you wanted to get some dinner with me?" Mark asked, looking down at Jameson.

"Oh! Yes, I would love to," Jameson agreed, smiling excitedly and hugging Mark's arm again when it was offered.

"How long have you been in America?" Mark asked, leading Jameson out to his car.

"Oh, I just arrived a few days ago!" Jameson replied, looking at the car admiringly.

"Oh, wow," Mark replied. "You're doing pretty good for a man fresh off the boat."

"Thank you!"

"I know the perfect restaurant," Mark said, grinning as he climbed into the car after Jameson and started it up. The restaurant was, luckily, right in the middle between the studio and Mark's house. It was a nice place, and Mark often went with friends. It was one of his favorite places, and he really hoped Jameson liked it.

"This place is very nice," Jameson commented, looking around.

"Nice, yes," Mark agreed. "But it's more casual than it appears, don't worry."

"Oh, good," Jameson said, nodding. "I'm not wearing my nice clothes."

"These aren't your nice clothes?" Mark replied, laughing and leading Jameson to a table.

"Of course not! These are just my casual clothes, I'd never wear my nice clothes to just a reading!" Jameson replied, giggling as Mark pulled his chair out for him.

Mark grinned and sat down across from him. "So. Tell me about yourself."

Jameson brightened and immediately started signing. Mark grinned and watched him, half reading the brit's signs and half just admiring him. He'd ordered wine for them at some point, but he wasn't paying any attention to the warming wine as he conversed with Jameson. Jameson was enchanting in a way that Mark hadn't encountered in a long time. It was odd, actually. Jameson was just as enchanting as Celine had been, and yet Mark barely found himself thinking about her as the night went on.

"Why did you invite me to dinner?" Jameson asked curiously, once they'd almost finished dinner completely.

"I wanted to get to know you," Mark said, grinning and distantly wondering when he'd moved his chair to sit closer to Jameson. "You seem just as interesting as I am."

"Oh, do I?" Jameson replied, quirking an eyebrow.

"You do," Mark agreed, leaning closer and gently touching Jameson's arm. "Besides, we play love interests, right? Gotta make sure we got that chemistry~" Mark trailed his hand down Jameson's arm and to his thigh.

"You are drunk," Jameson laughed, gently pushing Mark away.

"What, no way!" Mark laughed. "I'm mildly tipsy at most. Watch, I can recite all my lines."

"Oh, yeah? Prove it."

Mark grinned and leaned into Jameson's ear. "Oh, my dear," he recited. "The world has turned us against each other. The world has decided that we need not be together, but I've decided against it. You, my dear, are what I desire. My dear, my dear! What world could keep us apart? What world could ever?"

"You did wonderfully," Jameson laughed. "But that script sucks."

"It really fucking sucks," Mark agreed, leaning forward and kissing Jameson suddenly. Jameson squeaked and pushed Mark away, blushing.

"Well then," he signed hesitantly. "I see."

"You do?" Mark replied, cocking his head.

"I do," Jameson agreed, leaning closer to Mark and gently touching his chest. "Why don't we go back to yours?"

"Oh?" Mark leaned closer, smirking. "And why is that?"

"Well, you're just so much more experienced than I am," Jameson replied, looking up at Mark through his eyelashes. "You can teach me so many things~"

"Oh, that I definitely can, little boy~" Mark agreed, running his thumb across Jameson's bottom lip.

"That was an invitation for you to get up and pay so we can go," Jameson reminded, quirking an eyebrow.

"Oh! Right! I knew that!" Mark laughed a bit and stood, going to pay their bill.

Jameson laughed softly, shaking his head fondly and following Mark up to the counter. Mark grinned and wrapped an arm around his hips as they walked out to his car. Mark opened the car door for Jameson before walking over to the drivers side. Was he really going to do this? Sure, he definitely wanted to, but there was a lot to consider. Celine had run off, sure, but they were still married! Was it right for him to do this? Plus, Jameson was still a young starlet! Getting involved with a married man - a married, older man with more pull in the film industry - was hardly going to do him any favors.

"Mark?" Jameson signed in front of Mark's face after snapping for his attention. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I-" Mark paused. "Hey, do you want to just talk for a bit at my place? Get to know each other a bit more."

"Of course," Jameson replied, smiling softly. "Whatever you want, Mark. Besides, I really do want to learn from you."

Mark smiled and nodded, starting the drive out to the manor. He was the one to even bring it up, was it right for him to stop it? Well, of course it was. It was a dumb idea to think he wasn't allowed to not change his mind. He was just being stupid.

"Oh, wow," Jameson signed, gasping as the manor came into view. "This is amazing! You live here!?"

"I do," Mark replied, laughing at Jameson's admiration. "I grew up here, inherited it from my parents."

"It is amazing," Jameson signed, admiring the house as Mark pulled up to it.

"I'm glad you like it," Mark said, parking and climbing out before jogging over to Jameson's side and letting him out. Jameson looked around in admiration, letting Mark lead him into the house.

"Master, you're home! We missed you during di-" Benjamin paused, blinking. "Oh. You have brought a guest. Shall we prepare another plate?"

"No, no, we already ate," Mark said, waving a hand dismissively and turning to Jameson. "Do you want coffee? Tea? Hot cocoa?"

"Hot cocoa?" Jameson asked, cocking his head.

"Of course," Mark said, turning to Benjamin. "Benjamin, can you prepare one mug of hot cocoa and a cup of coffee for me? We'll be in my study."

"Yes, sir," Benjamin said, rushing back to the kitchen.

"So. Benjamin?" Jameson asked, following Mark up to his study.

"He's my butler," Mark explained. "I only hired him a few months ago, after my childhood butler died. He seems to be adjusting well."

"He seems nice," Jameson said, looking around the manor. "This place is very pretty. It must have been amazing to grow up here."

"It was," Mark agreed, opening the door to his study. "Here we are."

"Thank you!" Jameson said, looking around as he entered.

"You're very enchanted with this place," Mark commented, sitting on the couch in front of his desk and patting the space next to him.

"It is lovely," Jameson agreed, sitting down beside Mark. "I've never been much one for decadence or all that. And I was pretty poor growing up, so this is quite the change."

"I see," Mark observed, leaning against the back of the couch. "This whole thing must be a rather big change for you." Take him. Take him, take him, make him yours. He can't scream, take him, claim him-

"It is," Jameson agreed, smiling brightly at Mark. "I like being here, though, in America. It's... fun."

Mark nodded, shaking his head free of any strange thoughts. "Well, I'm glad you like it here," he said, smiling softly and gently patting Jameson's knee.

Jameson looked at Mark's hand. "I noticed it earlier, your ring," he commented. "I'm not a homewrecker for coming onto you, right?"

"No, no, not quite," Mark assured. "She left. Ran away with someone, I think."

"Oh." Jameson frowned sympathetically. "I am sorry to hear that." Take him. He could replace her. A new leading lady, take him, he's yours, we can make him yours, take him-

Mark shrugged. "It's fine," he replied. "Honestly, I sort of understand. I get distracted a lot, and tend to focus more on my work than my friends."

"I see," Jameson said, nodding. "Well, regardless, nobody deserves to be left without so much as a goodbye."

Mark nodded in agreement and shifted closer to Jameson. "How about we talk about something more cheerful?" he said softly.

"Okay," Jameson agreed. "What do you want to talk about?"

"How about... how soft your lips are?" Mark purred, leaning closer and kissing Jameson again.

"I thought you just wanted to talk?" Jameson asked, pulling away from the kiss.

"I changed my mind," Mark replied, gently pushing Jameson into laying down and laying over him. "But I can change it again if you'd prefer?"

"No, I am quite all right with this," Jameson replied, pulling Mark into another kiss. Mark grinned into the kiss, pressing closer to Jameson and kissing the younger actor deeply.

"I could take you," he muttered, kissing down Jameson's neck and groaning as the smaller man ground up against him. "Does that scare you? Knowing that I could take you right here and even if you screamed, nobody would know?"

"No, it does not," Jameson replied, tilting Mark's head up. "Because you would not do that. You are a good man, Mark. I trust you."

"Thank you," Mark said, laughing faintly. "Have I ruined the mood now?"

"Not in the slightest," Jameson reassured, kissing Mark again. Mark grinned and leaned closer, quickly undoing Jameson's bowtie and vest before running his hands up the smaller's chest.

Jameson gasped softly, grinding up against Mark. Mark groaned and abandoned Jameson's chest in favor of laying back against the couch and pulling the younger into his lap, gripping Jameson's ass tightly and grinding up against him. Jameson moaned softly, biting his lip firmly.

"Somehow I didn't expect you to make noise," Mark muttered. "Is that rude of me?"

"A little," Jameson replied. "But I don't mind."

"Good," Mark replied, reaching up and unbuttoning Jameson's shirt. "You look beautiful."

Jameson blushed shyly and reached down, unbuttoning Mark's blazer and shirt as well. Mark grinned and bucked up against Jameson, kicking his lips.

"God, your ass is perfect," Mark muttered, returning his hands to Jameson's ass and groping him aggressively.

"Thank you," Jameson replied, blushing heavily.

"Here, get off real quick," Mark muttered, carefully pushing Jameson onto the couch again and standing.

"Where are you going?" Jameson asked.

"To get lube. Strip while I'm gone." Mark winked and left to get lube from his bedroom.

"Oh! Master, I've brought the drinks!" Benjamin said, approaching the door as Mark was walking away.

Mark swiftly turned back around and blocked Benjamin from entering. "Don't go in there. We'll come down and get the drinks when ready. Now go away."

Benjamin looked Mark up and down, blushing. "Yes, master," he said. Mark nodded and swiftly left, missing the jealous look on his butler's face as he walked away.

Mark returned within minutes. The house was big, but Mark was quite determined not to leave Jameson alone for too long. Jameson was laid out on the couch when Mark returned, his legs spread and spit-soaked fingers inside of himself. Mark paused, the air punched out of his lungs as he watched Jameson open himself up.

"Just couldn't wait for me, huh?" Mark purred, walking closer and running his hands up Jameson's legs. "Am I that handsome?" Jameson blushed and removed his fingers, biting his lip as Mark poured lube over his own fingers and swiftly replaced Jameson's

"Oh, fuck," Mark groaned at the tight heat of Jameson's body. "You feel wonderful. I can't wait to feel you around my cock~"

Jameson whined and pushed Mark away. Mark laughed, landing heavily on his back on the couch and shifting into sitting up. Jameson quickly unbuttoned Mark's slacks and pulled them down.

"Well, you're very forward," Mark laughed. "And here I was thinking you're the face if innocence~"

"Do you want me to be more innocent?" Jameson replied, climbing into Mark's lap. "Is my first time not enough?"

"Wait, hold on," Mark said. "Is your first time about to be on my study couch?"

"Yes. That is what I just said," Jameson replied, cocking his head. "Do you want to stop?"

"Not in the slightest," Mark said, positioning his cock and guiding Jameson down onto it. He groaned loudly, bucking up further into Jameson and drawing a low whine of pain and pleasure from the man above him.

"God, you look gorgeous," Mark moaned, rolling his hips. Jameson whined softly, placing his hands against Mark's chest for stability.

"You feel amazing," Mark praised, guiding Jameson into riding him. "You feel so good, I love it. So fucking amazing." Jameson blushed deeply, bouncing harder on Mark's cock.

Mark really wasn't going to last long. Along with the fact that it had been a while since he was with another person, Jameson was amazing. And something about the fact that it was his first time made it so much better already. Mark looked up, watching Jameson as the young starlet squeezed around him and came with a soft moan. Mark groaned and bucked up into Jameson as he came as well. Mark carefully pulled Jameson off of him and rolled them onto their sides, holding Jameson close.

"Well, we certainly didn't last long," he commented, holding Jameson's back against his chest so the younger could still sign.

"Oh. Is sex not always that fast?" Jameson asked.

"It can be," Mark said. "If we need to be quick. But I usually prefer to be a bit slower. I like to take care of my partners."

"Oh." Jameson blushed.

"Hey, where are you staying?"

"In a hotel room, for now. Are you going to call me a cab?"

"Actually, I was going to offer you a place to stay. The manor has plenty of room. As does my bed."

"Oh." Jameson blushed more. "Sure. But just until I find a flat for myself."

"Works for me."

-

The next day, during rehearsal, the director approached Mark.

"Hey, you and Jameson have a lot of chemistry," he said. "Thanks for making the effort to get along with him."

Imagine Loki as a forlorn ghostly figure on the side of the road, late at night. You assume he is a hitchhiker and offer a ride. It turns out he’s a vengeful spirit who intends to kill you but he takes an interest in you, instead offering an alternative: sex.

thinking maybe that was the reason girls at school didn't share their crayons with me.

I dressed up like a vampire for halloween,

my pointy teeth gleaming,

proud to say that I could carry flowers in my pocket because the corpse wasn't me,

but that was just weird.

The other little girls dressed up like princesses while I wanted to be a power ranger,

the year I dressed up like a green m&m I was only in fourth grade and my mom was the only one who thought my costume was clever,

I was taught at a bruised age of six that my different was going to be my downfall.

When I announced that superheroes were super neat and that I wanted to be one,

I got told I was a geek,

that eating lunch by myself was going to be the story of the rest of my life.

I took the flowers out of my pocket and laid down on the doormat of my identity,

promising that I was going to fit into the mold that had been laid out before me.

I could like princesses if I tried hard enough,

I could wear pink bubblegum lip gloss if I begged the mirror not to look at me, 

I could be whatever I needed to be,

pressed inside a bust lifting bra and and a deep v-neck tee shirt,

mini skirt hiked up to my thigh,

I could market sex the way we market fast food,

all I had to do was try.

Don't:

talk about how vampires are cool,

about how the bubonic plague was spread by fleas, 

about how the word plague is fascinating,

mass paranoia is kinda neat,

human psychology is a little cool-

don't,

say anything abnormal.

Stuff your individuality down your throat,

swallow it like cough syrup choking your lungs on the way down,

drink it like fire whiskey,

only a few small sips at a time.

Stop.

Stop.

Stop.

Sixteen year old me will sit in her skinny jeans with her skull candy headphones in and tell you that this,

this is the way to live your life.

Fit into this tiny wire box cage that your culture handed you the day you were born,

the day they slapped your butt and called you a girl,

the day that girl came branded with a tube of lipstick and a short skirt,

the day that girl meant researching plagues and talking about them at recess was going to get you strange looks,

the day that girl meant acting that way would result in friends that were all boys,

sixteen year old me was a piece of work.

I want that five year old on the playground to know that,

dude,

I think the black plague is pretty cool,

I think your M&M costume was way cooler than you were given credit for,

overalls aren't going to make you less of a girl,

if you want to sit on the couch with your legs spread then by all means please do,

I want that little girl to know that everything she does is pretty cool,

because they're uniquely you.

To every little boy and little girl and every little person who isn't really one or the other:

if you want to talk about the black plague at recess, 

you sit up in the jungle gym and yell about that plague and ignore the kids who look at you sideways,

if you want to pretend you're a shark in the deep end of the pool because nobody wants to swim with you,

remember that sharks are feared in the ocean and that your bite is something you carry around with you every day,

remember,

that you are thousands of star particles smushed together inside a human body bag,

and hey,

I know that's pretty geeky,

I know it gets filed under things not to say on your first date,

but break that role out of your skin.

Stop

telling five year old girls that they aren't good enough,

that they need to change,

stop,

telling sixteen year old boys that they're not allowed to cry,

stop,

spoon feeding 

stereotypes

gender roles

boxes

shoving them down into our guts with an iron fist,

stop.

Unclench the fist of your what I'm supposed to be,

and appreciate what you are,

because you,

A Great Man Once Said…

The person who did this was scribbling.

- Booba’s review of the ending of 2001: A Space Odyssey