+. CWs —» f!reader, switch!reader, outcast!reader, fluff, she/her pronouns, mutual pining, sexual tension, family drama, flirting, manipulation, mentions of abuse, blood, wounds & therapy, flashbacks in italics, supernatural themes ; explicit smut, s & d dynamics, bottom-dom!xavier, cowgirl position; word count-3.5k
+. PRECIS —» Xavier Thorpe has finally found the girl of his dreams after being haunted by her.
+. NOTES —» this is for my beloved sister @zoraedits ’s brainrot contribution.she won't stop making edits on him. && I'm tagging @orchid3a cuz i luv u
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The table calendar was full of red inks all over, dirt sedimented on the sketchbook, and the pencils laid in the case in absolute solitude. Xavier looked at the calendar kept on his desk near his bed in all despondency and a heavy sigh escaped from his lips. It has been days since he stepped into his studio, have not touched his art accessories for almost a month. One thing was for sure, he was plagued by visions in his dreams but this time it was nothing demising.
This time his sketchbooks were not filled by a monster, this time he was not afraid to draw rather he was drawn to it; part of him was stoked while sketching while a part of him was reluctant to draw the whole picture. He had spent countless sleepless nights before, not resorting to sleeping as he was threatened by nightmares. And now his sleep was peaceful as if entering into the realm of dreamland.
Xavier was sure that his mind was captured by a girl who came to visit him in his sleep, never showing her face, only showing herself in bits and pieces. He had spent his childhood receiving showers of praise for his talent for drawing but the origin was never happy. Of course, he enjoyed it and liked to show off his talent for art but secretly he wished his power would vanish into oblivion, for it was never pleasant.
People say that the art of someone reflects one’s persona, one’s raw feelings but Xavier always begged to differ since those memories, those incidents were never his. There always had been a wave of remorse that washed over him after he stepped out of his art studio since the praises he received never belonged to him.
Many were astoundingly taken aback by his knack for drawing and suggested he pursue art, to be a renowned artist but he knew he would lose all the glory once he stopped having those dreams. Moreover, he did not always have such dreams so the possibility of waking up one day and being unable to paint and as a result, staring at a blank canvas scared him to death. Heck! He even considered going to Doctor Kinbott so that his sanity would not be hanging by thread.
For the last couple of weeks, he has been dreaming of odd landscapes. Xavier had never seen them in his life yet he saw how the dusky crimson hue smothered the snowy mountain ranges, how the clouds gathered before the arrival of a rainstorm, how the birds sang songs and all the owes and pangs of nature. One thing he could conclude from those dreams was that whoever it belonged to was a chaser of freedom, that is, was a soarer of the sky.
Xavier had not told anyone about his dreams, nor put them on paper to ease his mind. What would he tell? What would he draw? Last night was particularly odd concerning the regular pattern of his dreams. He dreamt of falling from a high cliff into the water and a broken wing. When he woke up, he was all soaked, even his bed, and his olfactory senses did not miss the subtle scent of stagnant water. He was breathing rashly as if he was the one who drowned as if he was the one to fall.
He closed his eyes and tried to recapitulate his dream, searching for a mark, searching for a recognizable feature, searching for something, anything, anything at all. His desperation knew no bounds when left his dorm and rushed into his studio in the middle of the night since somewhere at the corner of his hopeless heart he knew he found one, a ray of hope.
A lot of crumbled papers surrounded Xavier as he tried accumulating the pieces from his puzzled mind. Around two o’clock he left his studio on his bicycle, the paper where he drew tucked in his pocket. He was sure he had witnessed the scenery before unlike the others. When he finally reached the top of the highland, he witnessed the view from his most recent dream.
The only thing that engulfed his presence was the sound of the waterfall echoing through the woods. He noticed a pond nearby and an adjacent high plateau near it. It was higher from where he was standing. After looking around for a few minutes he figured that there was no way to go there unless one swam through the stream or flew toward it.
On his way back, he felt happy, he felt sane. At least he had proof of the existence of a creature that haunted him, even in his wake. Xavier showered before going to bed just to clear his head before a good night's sleep. He kept a white feather as a bookmark in his sketch pad while a smile smothered his face. He was right. He was haunted by a fairy-like creature.
“Two cappuccinos”, Xavier mumbled as he went back to the counter at Weathervane. It was another event where all the students of Nevermore set foot into the world of normies to carry on the ties between two polar opposite worlds. But no matter how much one tried, the other always tried to retaliate. Their relationship was always on a tightrope, it could snap at any moment. And it certainly did.
“And you did not bother to tell me about this. . .”, Principal Weems trailed off as she left her seat, walked past her desk, and inclined against it, “until everyone in town became aware of it.”
“I thought I was going to be called insane or bullied. Last time I told something about my dreams, I found myself behind the bars.”, he responded, keeping his eye on the ground. Principal Weems exhaled grudgingly. She had no grounds to punish this boy since he was not entirely wrong. Hence, Xavier was dismissed with mere detention.
Xavier was forbidden from the school campus for a week. Everyone felt sorry for him, in his situation but secretly he could not be happier because he had all the time to draw, sketch, paint and think — and it was all about her, y/n.
That day at the café, Xavier was the sole witness of a crime. It happened so quickly, so fast that all she could do was succumb to her fate. A man was standing near the corner of the kitchen with his back facing Xavier. Xavier was not supposed to be here but he had to fetch some ingredients for making pastries and cupcakes.
As the man turned around, Xavier saw a bloodied butcher's knife in his hand. Near his feet lay a girl with a bloodied back the blood quickly spread all over her blouse. She stood motionless, like a statue. The eye contact was merely for two seconds and he immediately smashed the sugar jar on his head, distracting him, to tackle her out of the way.
The other townies turned up for help. Not all people in the world came to be cruel and heartless. All Xavier did was contact Principal Weems so that she could swiftly take care of this matter, which she had to otherwise the reputation of the Nevermore Academy would be in danger. The girl was taken to a nearby hospital.
Y/n L/n was her name. After the untimely death of her parents, she was raised by her uncle, by a normal family. Naturally, when she began to bloom, she was forced to be normal. One would think she tried to run, tried to hide or fight but Alas! none was the case for this matter. She felt indebted to her uncle and his family, for taking care of her, aiding her upbringing, fulfilling the role of parents, and hence helping her to be normal. But Xavier's presence on that day turned her life upside down. She was now a student at Nevermore Academy, funded by Principal Weems’ study forum.
After you recovered within a week, the first thing that dawned on you was to meet him, Xavier, the ‘ hero ’ of your life. You knocked on the door of his studio and waited for a while. There was no answer for a few minutes and when you finally made up your mind to leave, Xavier showed up. He was in his casuals with a teeth-flashing grin on his face.
“How’re you, y/n? The last time I saw you, you were in a hospital bed and now you’re here. in front of me.”, Xavier danced on his toes as he walked into his studio. You followed him and the moment you stepped into his studio you were taken all in awe. The room was filled with artboards, canvases, and sketch supplies, and everything reflected you. Indeed, y/n did not come here to be thankful for what he did since she was not. She was not happy with how her life seemed so devoid of any family. Her uncle was the last of her family and now he is gone. All because of him, Xavier.
“You look better than the last time I saw you.”, Xavier added as he felt the silence between the two of you deafening. You swallowed hard as he tried to ease the tense ambiance thinking how rude of him to remind you of the very wound he was responsible for. There was a desk with a closed sketch pad that caught your attention.
“Your drawings are very beautiful.”, you pitched in opening it and your heart dropped at the sight of your feather that was kept safely in between those rusty pages. A short gasp escaped your lips as the whirlwind of your life hit you.
Xavier was standing behind you, close to your shivering body. “They are all about you.”, a low whisper before he extended his hand to remove the veil from the canvas. The cloth dropped at your feet revealing every bit of dreary in you that you always wanted to hide. You hated how he could see through your pangs and pathos, you hated how he could and would have eradicated all of it, even if it meant being burnt by it. You swiftly tackled out of his towering frame, feeling naked even though you were more dressed than him.
“Stay away from me. You shouldn’t come near me.”, Surprise took Xavier in all proportions. His eyebrows became congested as you continued. “I’m grateful that you saved me but do not do that again, ever.” With that, you walked out of his studio but a firm grip on your wrist kept you from running away anymore.
“Listen, I’m being haunted by you, your pain, your emotions, and everything you feel for the past few months, and all you could say to me was to stay away from you… not even a proper thank you.”, His breath hit your lips as he drew in a sharp breath before his amber eyes landed on you, your shaky lips and pale eyes.
Embarrassment rushed into your cheeks and you pushed him lightly uttering, “Stay away” with a little glare to ward him off but when you vanished out of his sight he was not dejected, not at all. Sure, he was conflicted but the way you told him to stay away whereas your body spoke otherwise made him relish the chase that has haunted him for months now.
They say one can only save people only if one wants to be saved. You neither needed help nor saving but you could see why Xavier begged to differ, wanted to be the odd one out, and craved the crown from saving you from your only family. You always had been a rebel since your childhood, going against the flow of the stream. Somewhere in the corner of your heart, you knew you were different, you would be different.
It was the end of June when you first felt your body ache, back arch, muscles cramping excruciatingly as if someone was poking needles in your skin. Your arms clung to your body as your back bled for the first time. The wailing of such lethal agony submerged amidst the sound of rain as two enormous wings grew with lustrous hues of carmine and amber. Your breathing became regular again, your body stopped hurting as the wings flapped open involuntarily. Every mark, scar, and wound on your body since you were a child began to heal, all by themselves.
Everyone rejoiced when you went through the family ritual and stood in front of your clan as the last phoenix of your bloodline. It was a miracle that a phoenix had been born in the bloodline but just like with blessings it came with a massive price. You were a healer and a destroyer at the same time. Somewhere something has to die to keep you alive, again and again. Every time you were wounded or hurt, your mother had to lose some of her life until she became lifeless, forever. But the family oracle told your father that it is a part of the process, part of a phoenix's journey that every one of their loved ones had to sacrifice in one way or another.
Your father just had a miraculous idea to save you and himself from the bottomless pit of despondency and mutual hatred lurking in his heart because of you. He volunteered to sacrifice himself even if that was against his will. The oracle seemed to be unsure about the idea, saying that the cycle might shorten but not cease. But your father was right, the cycle did cease and you became aware of it when your uncle tried to chop off your wings, uprooting the evil once and for all, and no one in your family was harmed. Still, unfortunately, you were under the radar of an outcast, Xavier Thorpe. ‘What would happen if someone not from your bloodline were to sacrifice? What would happen to your mate if they were not an outcast? What would. . . thoughts would not cease to bombard your mind until a knock disrupted your trail of thoughts.
You lifted your eyes for a glance only to find Xavier inclining against the bookshelf with a saccharine smile on his face. Your stomach turned at the sight of him. ‘How can a person be so forgiving?’ but it seems that he is rather forgetful than forgiving. He picked up a random book from the shelf and sat in front of you.
“You’re hurt. . .”, you murmured to which he responded, “more than you think . . .” while turning the pages of the book and occasionally stealing glances from you. You rolled your eyes and leaned towards the table eyeing his hands that had a lot of scratches. It was probably from a silly fight with other boys, maybe the normies; for him, it was just a scratch yet for you it was an opportunity to apologize for the other day.
“Give me your hand.” As you extended yours, Xavier's reflexively recoiled under the desk. “I’ve no intention of harming you.”, you uttered touching the palm of his other hand that was still on the desk. “Besides, I’m just clearing my debts.”
“Um-hm.”
You inhaled sharply before you flapped those lustrous enormous wings to heal with him, his wounds. Your wings glowed for almost a minute and the hand that was hurt was healed which he was hiding under the desk. It is impressive how Xavier hurt the very hand that can create masterpieces. What a clutz! He interlaces his fingers with yours as he murmured, “A touch . . . is all you need.”
You begrudgingly pulled your hand away standing up and yelling whisperingly, “stop it. stop this. . . and don’t come near me.” With that, you grabbed your book and went towards the exit of the library. Xavier sat like a child who would mourn for the broken toy rather than demand anew.
“Wait.”, Xavier followed you. He kept yelling in the middle of the corridor, “Y/n. wait.”
“Your wings.”, you finally turned your head but not without letting out a sigh of annoyance. “You’re hurt. . .bleeding” and that is when fear crawled underneath the skin.
“I never bleed.”, you retorted.
“And, I never lie.”
If it were someone else, you would have shooed them away. But this was Xavier, who saved you from an inevitable, to whom you owed nothing but the truth. Even though you tried to heal yourself you could not, perhaps because you healed someone and that too for the first time.
Xavier might be persistent but he was not dull. It didn't take him long to connect the dots and hence you had to do the very thing you wanted to avert from the first place. His room was not tidy but not neat and clean either. With Rowan gone he has the room all to himself. You wanted to go to the infirmary, but there wasn't anyone available. Besides, with all the mess you are in you didn't want to risk it.
“I promise I'll behave.”, he said, swinging his hands up in the air in a form of surrender. That made you smile a little as you turned around so that he could tend to the wound. He unzipped your dress and carefully tucked it along your waistline without harming the feathers. Even though you had your camisole on, you still felt naked. His fingers brushed against your skin. It was ice cold. You had to hold your breath as he dressed the wound.
Xavier noticed how your shoulder blades had been marked. He grazed his fingers over the part from where your wings grew that made you instantly shriek and move away from him.
“Are you done?”, you asked, surprise and embarrassment coursing through your skin. Your upper body was barely clad, nothing but an unhooked bra.
“No.”, and within a blink, his lips were already on yours. You could taste the longing and desperation with each suck. Your hands curled around his nape as his hands got rid of the minimal clothing from your upper body. “First time?”, he asked as he moved away leaving you breathless yet craving for more.
“Why? You care?”, you blurted out stepping out of your dress. Xavier eyed you from up and down. You did not flinch but rather smiled as you noticed his astonished face. You had nothing on but just the underwear.
“I do.”, one of his eyebrows jumped as he knelt near you. “I don’t wanna hurt you.”, he murmured grabbing your calf muscles and kissing your femininity over the cloth. He took a glance before tucking the hem of the panty in between his fingers and undid it. Your hand reflexively went over his head as he kissed your entrance, lapping over your pussy lips that made you suck in a sharp breath. He sucked on your skin, followed by a feeble bite into your inner thighs.
“AH!”, you winced pausing his ministrations. “Don’t you taste divine?”, he whispered kissing your lips, wetting them with the blend of his saliva and your slick. He was too dressed. You cocked an eyebrow at him and he took the hint. You co-operated as he became almost naked, and was back up even though you wanted him to continue.
“You won’t hurt me. worry for yourself.”, you said as you felt his hands palming your cheeks a little too long than they should. His hands traveled back to your entrance and you moaned under his slight touch.
“What? Never played with yourself?”, he added that surely turning the cogs in your head. You pushed him onto the bed, sitting on him struggling to take his cock in and he was not even helping. All he did was watch you let out whimpers of frustration as you lazily glided on his cock. He rested himself on his elbows saying, “Look at me.” And as you did, his fingers dig into your plush ass cheeks slowly adjusting you at a proper angle and stretching you. You kissed him so break the eye contact that made you feel naked, even though you were. Both of you jolted as you could feel his cock inside you.
His hands clamped around your waist as you bobbed on him, with greater force and broader strokes but slow. With each sloppy hit you felt his cock twitch inside you; your hands desperately roamed all over your body, heat bubbling as you could feel your body tensing, picking up the pace he was setting you in, and the orgasm lurking underneath. You can tell; a few more strokes and you would cum so easily.
He can feel it too. Xavier winced as he felt you clenching around his cock. His legs folded to support your back while your hands flew to his shoulder blades, his knuckles turning white, his grip growing stronger around your waist and you came right away, back arching and your wings flapping open involuntarily, eyes rolling white relishing the high as your thighs squeezed in.
With your breathing rash and heavy, you felt all mushy in the head and so was he. Xavier could have sworn that he has not seen anything more beautiful than this, than you sitting on him with his cock buried inside you; your skin glistening in sweat with your gorgeous wings at the display.
As soon as Xavier’s breath relaxed a bit he pulled you into his embrace for a kiss. He could not help it, you were too beautiful to look at. Besides, he was not done, not yet.
Bakugo Katsuki's phone beeped as he received a text from an unknown number. Feeling curious about the contents of the message, he unlocked his phone and opened the text to find an unexpected list of grocery items. Perhaps it was a wrong number or maybe someone was playing a prank on him.
Warnings: None. Ya’all know I don't write stuff like that! Haha!
PROLOUGE
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Y/n had put in a lot of effort throughout the week and was eagerly awaiting her paycheck. She had been looking forward to her evening, filled with relaxation after a long day at work. The idea of having some quality 'me time' was exciting, and she couldn't wait to indulge herself by staying up late and binge-watching her favorite series on Netflix. She had also planned to treat herself to some delicious food, which would only add to the enjoyment of her well-deserved break.
"Hey, Y/n! Do you want to join us for some Shabu-shabu?" Y/n's colleagues asked her.
"That sounds like fun, Mika. But I already have plans for my evening. You know, some 'me-time' would be nice," Y/n replied.
"Haha! Well, you deserve it after this hellish week we've had. You're probably the hardest worker here," Mika responded playfully.
"Oh, shut it. Haha. Well, I'll be off now! Say hi to everyone for me and have fun with the team!" Y/n giggled as she picked up her bag and waved goodbye to her colleagues.
As soon as Y/n got out of the building, she rushed to the nearest cash dispenser and withdrew a good amount of money from her account to pay her bills and buy groceries for the month. She had worked overtime the previous week, and she felt pleased that her hard work had paid off.
Humming happily, she walked towards the supermarket, enjoying the cool breeze of the night. When she reached the store, she fished her grocery list out of her bag, only to realize that it was missing.
Panic set in, and Y/n started to rummage through her bag in search of the list. She even planned on flipping her bag upside down, but it was nowhere to be found.
Frustrated, Y/n muttered under her breath, "It's not here. I must have left it at home." She pondered for a moment about what to do next. She could either go back home to get the list or try to remember the items she needed to buy.
Finally, Y/n decided to use her phone to make a list of the things she needed to buy. She hoped that she could remember most of the items, but she knew that she might forget some of them. She sighed and muttered to herself, "Hopefully, I still remember some of it."
Without wasting any time, Y/n pulled out her phone and opened the messages app instead of the notes. She swiftly listed all the items she required and then hit the send button. However, she immediately noticed that she had left the contact details empty. Not wanting to waste any more time, she quickly typed in her number and hit send again. Unbeknownst to her, the last digit of her number was incorrect.
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"Hey Bakugo, I'm so pumped up! Our dine-out is going to be epic!" Kirishima exclaimed with unbridled enthusiasm as he met up with a scowling Bakugo, who was already bundled up in a thick scarf to protect himself from the chilly weather.
“I'd rather spend time alone than be with you idiots,” Bakugo said under his scarf.
“Aw, come on bro. We’ve rarely got this chance,” Kirishima insisted. “Besides, today is the only day we’re all free!”
“Tsk.” Bakugou only said in response.
As they started walking, there was a sudden sound of "ding" emanating from Bakugo's device which caught their attention.
“You should check that out. It's probably something important,” Kirishima pointed out and continued walking.
“For god’s sake," Bakugo said with a hint of frustration evident in his voice, as he reached for his phone in his pocket.
Bakugo's eyes widened in disbelief as he read the message. "What the hell?" he blurted out, scanning the text again. His mind raced as he tried to make sense of it. Could this be some kind of sick joke? “Is this a prank?”
Kirishima glanced at Bakugo's phone and asked, "What's up, bro?" After reading the message, he snickered and said, "I told you it's important. And let me tell you, strawberry milk is amazing. Don't be shy about enjoying it." He teased.
Bakugo's voice boomed with anger as he shouted, "Shut the hell up, Shitty hair!" His outburst drew the attention of everyone in the vicinity, causing them to turn and stare at the source of the commotion.
“A-ah! Sorry about that! That's just nothing!” Kirishima apologetically said to the people looking at them. “Bakugo! Keep it down will ya!”
"Whoever this person is, is screwed!" Bakugo exclaimed, clenching his jaw.
“Hey, hold on a minute. What if that person is an elderly woman who’s unfamiliar with using phones?" Kirishima suggested. "Also, have you thought about how it might affect your reputation if she finds out you're Dynamight? Think about this carefully, man.”
“Tsch!” Kirishima's reaction might seem excessive, but he has a point. It's best to just let it be.
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Upcoming series? Does that mean sluggish uploads again? Haha. As you all know, the series I'm currently working on is coming to an end. Only two chapters more. 👀
The wedding wasn't that big. Only close people were invited. They've never thought that they would actually get married, but well here were they, both of them getting more and more nervous as the time comes for Yor to walk down on the isle, with Anya in front of her being their little bridesmaid. Loid was standing at the other end of the isle getting more and more nervous as the time was going.
Yuri was giving him the stink eye, he obviously came to see Yor in a wedding dress.
Franky was excited for his friend to finally get married.
Camilla, Sharon and Millie were sitting next to eachother and chit-chatting.
Fiona didn’t even come beacuse she was jelous of Yor.
A few minutes and the ceremony is starting. And that few minutes passed by so fast.
Anya stepped out and started throwing little flower petals, with Bonde behind her bringing the ring. Once they’ve walked down the isle Yor came out. She looked stunning.
A white long dress with some with flowerlike patterns one it, her typical hairstyle with flowers in it. The weil came out from the flowers reaching down to the middle of her back, and a hairband made out of pearls. Her bouquet were out of roses and lilies.
When Loid saw her, he fell for her even more. He just stood there frozen as she walked towards him.
As Yor arrived to him he spoke up
“You look beautiful, dear...” - he said making Yor become flustered.
“Aa- I-. Thank you” - she stumbled on her words. They turned to the priest as he spoke up:
“Loid Forger, do you take this woman to be your wife? Do you promise to be faithful to her in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, to love her and to honor her all the days of your life?”
“I do” - He answered
“Yor Briar, do you take Loid Froger to be your husband? Do you promise to be faithful to him in good times and in bad, through sickness and in health, to love him and to honor him all the days of your life?”
“I- I do” - She said while getting more and more flustered. Then the ring exchange happened.
“You may kiss now.” - Said the priest.
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I’ll upload fics on either Mondays or Sundays (depends when I can). I hope that’s alright for ya’all
Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs.
Ongoing Series - Thai
My Mate Match (Line) Ep 4 - my darling queer babies, you’ll never guess what happened, we have representation of (drum roll please) CONSENT!!! This is very exciting. I am now firmly in camp Ryu. Second lead syndrome strikes again.
Bite Me Ep 10 (Viki) - okay I don’t get what the drama was really about the last few eps but we seem to be right back in pre-ep 8 territory. Odd, but at least Aek admitted to his mom he’s into Aue. (Miss translation on some of that, by the way, he wasn’t saying he was into Aue the way he was into his mother (because, yech) he was saying he wanted to care for Aue as one would an intimate, kind of like “I want him to be my person, part of my family.” Anyway, this show could have ended here but I guess we still have two more episodes. What an oddly disappointing series this turned out to be.
Bad Buddy (YouTube) Ep 2 - Increasing disgust with the two friendship groups match with increasing delight in the main couple, excellent pacing and some classically GMMTV moments means it’s all good and I’m all good with it. I’m live blogging this here.
Ongoing Series - Not Thai
My Sweet Dear (Korea - Viki) Ep 5-6 - seriously reminded itself, and the world, that it has the word sweet in its title. Multiple disjointed dates were had and they were fricking adorable. I’m nervous about the torture still to come with only 2 episodes left how will that be resolved? Or is this just gonna continue to stay soft and dramaless? Either way I’m finding it charming.
My Type (Taiwan indie - hard to find but a kind soul is subbing it here) Ep 1 - It’s cute! Crash into me trope launches the relationship (of course, Taiwan LOVES this one) between a jock and a nerd. It’s gonna be 6 short episodes phone-filmed, reminds me a bit of Friend or Lover only better acted.
The same channel also has Love’s Outlet (which was originally supposed to have a BL sub plot, but I don’t think it ended up that way, and at 50 eps I can’t be bothered to check).
Vanishing My First Love AKA Kieta Hatsukoi (Japan - indie subbed) Ep 4 - Aoki is the biggest drama queen disaster bi to end all disaster bis, Bizilla! He’s a gift we do not deserve but will definitely make use of. Plus I think we can pretty solidly say Ida is repping for ace spectrum. Did I cry a bit over Aida/Akkun figuring out what he’d done wrong? OMG yes, I’m a sap remember? (as well as disaster bi trash panda) And now Aoki has a VERY enthusiastic wingman and a field trip trope to deal with. There’s a best boy AND a best girl. This show keeps getting better.
In Case You Missed It - The Thai Edition
NilunDon Ep 0 was supposed to drop Sunday Oct 31. It was on Gaga for a red hot minute and then vanished. No one knows what’s up.
2Gether The Movie was supposed to have released into Thai theaters on Nov 4. Did this happen? We don’t know but there’s a trailer. It looks like more of the same. Give the people what they want, I guess?
Love With Benefits Ep1 was supposed to start Monday on Line TV but wasn’t global facing. @heretherebedork reports it’s on a 2 week delay for international audiences, so should be dropping Nov 17th on the DV8 Thailand YouTube channel, sub them to follow. This seems to be My Mate Match Mock 2 only with Gameplay (Ingredients) in the middle. I’m game but confused.
You’re My Sky got a second teaser video and is listed as coming January 2022 to one31 & WeTV.
Don’t Say No dropped a special episode via pay-per-view on the Vimeo website. Ya’all know my ass isn’t gonna bother.
KinnPorsche did a press conference and got a release date of April 2022. It looks like Gameplay is out, but Jeff (Ingredients), Tong (Second Chance, TharnType) and Perth (My Engineer) are still in.
Gaga International picked up distribution of Pops TV’s Paint with Love (Nov 26).
Wabi Sabi dropped a teaser for Absolute Zero. One of those that has been in the works for absolute ages. Trailer says “coming soon” but no date or distributor. This is a “time loop to prevent tragedy” romance. We don’t always get HEAs from this studio, so be on your guard.
Mini snippets dropped on Twitter for Between Us (coming 2022) and a special released to Wabi Sabi’s paid YouTube channel but should be public next week. I expect Tumblr gif wizards to blow up over it once that happens.
GOSSIP - there’s A LOT (it’s that time of year)
New Thai BLs incoming. Announcements/rumors are gonna start to ramp up now we are at the end of the year. Remember last year? We had over 20 Thai BLs that were announced for 2021 and never happened. So be very wary wittle wabbits.
GMMTV 2022
There are wild rumors about TayNew (the Kiss series) doing a new BL.
Also rumors of EarthMix (1000 Stars) getting another BL novel adaption.
Joong Archen (2 Moons 2) has apparently signed with GMMTV (didn’t I SAY they should gun for J9 like years ago?) and is rumored to star in the novel adaption of Engineer Cute Boys by Jittirain (2gether).
Presumably, we’ll learn more if GMMTV does their usual massive 2022 line up announcements. Though they might not this time, since they failed spectacularly to live up to 2021’s promises (for good reason).
NOT GMMTV 2022
MaxTul rumored to have a new 2022 project. We can but hope. I honestly thought these boys were done with BL. But apparently Kings gotta hold onto the throne. Can’t let OffGun or BoomPeak win. But as Slipper & the Rose once said,
“Absolute monarchs should rule absolutely, it’s very becoming.”
Other 2022 announcements included:
Remember 15 - stars Jimmy, Tommy, Zee (Why R U?) in a 12 episode horror series that has promo shots for only het couples but is rumored to have BL & GL
Past-senger AKA Pastsenger - stars Marc (My Gear & Your Gown) and Copper (My Engineer) in a time slip story (90s kid travels to 2022) that seems a lot like a couple Kdrama’s I’ve watched only BL, so that’s cool.
Chains of Heart - suspense thriller about a forest ranger, illegal smugglers, memory loss, and secret love. Stars Haii (Cirrus in TT2) and Poppy (Porpla in YYY).
Mame has a new project for MeMindY called มายากาล.
I don’t wanna.
Gossip 2 - Outside of Thailand
Taiwan has 2 new projects rumored for CHOCO TV from the producers of HIStory 2&3. Neither has an MDL listing last I checked, but it’s Taiwan so I’m too excited not to talk about it:
I Secretly Fell in Love with Student Council President (let the dumb titles continue, why mess with success?) - is this a remake of Light on Me?
God's Military Officer (now THIS sounds interesting)
Also they are supposed to be bringing us WBL Boys’ Vacation. Yes, that is the We Best Love franchise. I guess it’s a franchise now? Anygay, the whole cast seems to be back for it. Ah cha cha.
Money Boys is a BL movie coming Nov 19 to Taiwanese cinemas.
New Korean BL rumored for 2022 called Cherry Blossoms After Winter - high school set, cohabitation, hurt comfort + friends to lovers, their answer to Love Sick? Looks good. (Or is this the honest adaptation of At A Distance Spring is Green that we all were hoping for?)
Viki also announced a new K-BL, Tinted With You, starting Dec 22 (by my calculations). No other info on this one but you can follow it on Viki.
My darlings at Strongberry are looking for corporate sponsors to make us a full length K-BL series. FULL LENGH SERIES! OH PLEASE OHPLEASE. If they promised a GL subplot do you think we could convince Subaru to do it?
Too soon?
Speaking of the Japanese...
What Did You Eat Yesterday the movie is releasing to Japanese cinemas but it looks like it’s not getting international distribution.
Japan is giving us an mpreg: Hiyama Kentaro no Ninshin. Not BL, it’s a het couple. It seems legit, not a joke. So... there’s that.
Who was it that once said?
“the universe is not only queerer then we expect but queerer than we can possibly imagine”
Anygay, they were probably talking about Japanese cinema.
Okay so that was A LOT. Sorry, don’t blame the messenger.
Next Week Looks Like This:
Gaga launches Taiwanese GL! Fragrance of the First Flower on Nov 12. I don’t have a sub to gaga, but I hope it’s good for you! Looks sad.
Loveless Society is supposed to start on Thursday in Line TV.
Some shows may be listed later than actual air date for International subs accessibility reasons. Also I tend to put Sat/Sun stuff onto Mondays.
Upcoming 2021 BL master post here. (many of these now unlikely to happen this year)
Links to watch are provided when possible, leave a comment if I missed something.
Okay ya’all. I know i am not one of the popular f1 blogs, and i know we have bigger problems atm, but i need to go full offense and get this shit off my chest.
I fucking HATE my timeline so FUCKING much.
What the fuck is wrong with you people?
We all came here to talk about these weird dudes that drive even weirder cars but we somehow like it so we looked for likeminded people that will loose their shit over nice pictures of them as much as we do.
What happened???
Every second post i see is a train wreck! And i don’t mean that in the lol TrAiN wReCk sense.
All i see is:
- vague posting
- you’re a bitch because you support that driver/team
- you are racist / sexist / ableist / straight up dumb
- you are gaslighting the community
- you are a horrible person because xyz
- anon hate saying “oh my god you said x then and y now. Fuck you and your mother” or “you didn’t say my fav is breathing, glittering perfection. Cancelled, blocked, deleted”
Let’s get one thing fucking straight (or 12 idk how many i will list)
a) Lewis is great but YES if he was in a Haas he wouldn’t be a 7 times world champion
b) Horner and Red Bull are shitty YES but not everything bad that happens in F1 is due to them or Merc or whatever. It is a capitalist sport and not your uwu lil babies that someone was mean to
c) Middle and backfield drivers are. Not. The. Fucking. Goats. Let people live and not cancel them bcs they don’t think that Ocon or Latifi are goats
d) Let people think drivers deserve or don’t deserve a seat. It’s their fucking opinion. You can discuss this with them, but don’t get fucking personal bcs they disagree with you
e) We are talking about cars!?!?! Why the actual loving fuck would you tell someone to go unalive themselves bcs they think the livery of your favorite team is ugly???
f) The god damn “X is not gonna fuck you babe” is so overused. You’re usually so creative with your insults. This has become straight up sad
g) Some people, you won’t believe it, apologize, and actually mean it. Why would you call someone out and then tell them to go fuck themselves after they apologized? Like, either take the apology, or leave it be. If an apology is not enough, what is?
h) Everyone is. A. God. Damn. Paydriver. This sport is build on the concept of paydrivers these days. Please don’t pretend some drivers are better than others bcs they „bought their way in“. All of them did. All of them (yes even the ones that came from poor families)
And there is. SO. MUCH. MORE.
Please think about what the fuck you’re doing on here bcs honestly? The people i talk to on here? Straight up not having a good time and thinking about going on hiatus all the time (off season hiatus was a great choice btw, ya’all should try it. Does wonders for your mental health).
If you don’t like someone there is a nice lil button called BLOCK. You should try it some time.
Can we please just go back to gushing about drivers hair or smth? That was so nice and i miss it …
Right. And now i’m going to work.
If you got smth to say, my ask is open and anon is off.
Also pls feel free to add your two cents of what you find annoying, or just rant in the comments 🧡
do you have any favourite ships from people you follow? like people's selfship and all? i see them on my dash and smile when i see them, so i was wondering if you had any that made your heart warm too! take care lovely
Oh hello to you too dear anon ! ❣︎ And oohhhh yes I have ! <3 Tbh I kinda love everyone’s selfship ! But I’m gonna choose only a few I could think of here (but remember that I love all of your selfships ! And they are all my fav ! 🥺💗) Also I can totally understand that ! Seeing others selfship make my heart warm too !! And awie — pls take care as well ! ♥️
My fav’s ship + random thought I had ab. it ♥︎ :
@quirrrky — tetsurei (kuroo x rei) : This one’s… Are you kidding me ?? They’re practically soulmates like she always got him in her matchup or quizzes, their mbti even clicked ! They’re meant to be — yeah, I shipped this two v. much ♥︎ I also have the thought of kuroo teasing you non stop, trying to get you mad and flustered, and then apologize to you by giving you kisses & cuddles — oooooo
@madeofsaltiness — dabisey (dabi x sey ?? I’m sorry but I have no idea ab. your ship name T^T) : Yeah I know I once give sero to you. But I’m just so terrible at matchmaking and that I completely forgot ab. lov at that time whoops — nvm let’s not talk ab. it, anyway after I got to know you better, learn your type and stuff — I now shipped you w. dabi my bby シ A random thought I had ab. you two… dabi would hugged you tight when you fall asleep (maybe due to his bad past or something— so he’s kinda want to make sure that you’re safe :D), kissed the top of your head while mumbling a good night (??) Lol I somehow got this thought out of nowhere bahahaha ! 😂
@moon-mars-ikemen — mars x fat gum (I’m so sorry 😭🙏) : You both will be such a v. cute couple ! You are such a sweetheart & fat gum is one of the best boi ever uwu. I lowkey have the cute thought about you two going to the local market looking for some delicious food for a date asdfghjkl —
@koushisbutterfly — anasuga (anastasia x sugawara) : Yeah, they’re perfect for each other. Although I love suga too but they’re just so perfect for each other 😔👏 I bet suga must be dying to hear you play the piano (might eavesdrop too if you don’t let him — lmao imagine him putting his ear against the door just to hear you playing, and then got caught by the door slammed against his face bc you’re gonna go the bathroom bahahahaha !! 😂) bc you’re just so talented and have such an amazing person. 💕
@just-pepperbean, @joykamado , @yui-san0 — the triple tanjirou’s stan, I love them all v. much :> And I’m sure this precious bby boy will be whipped for you three too bc ya’ll are just so kind and sweet, and it’ll be v. adorable, too !! >w<
@samu-sorbet — faesamu (fae x osamu) : eh… I’m so sorry but I just couldn’t ignore the urge to include you, fae ! I wanna tell you that I love this ship so much ! It’s so so cute ahhhhh — trope I wanna give you two ; strangers to lovers. Samu met you in one of the local ice cream’s shop, you could practically sense that someone’s eyes were glued to you even when you don’t turn around. After a while you confronted him since he’s been making you uncomfortable, he then apologized profusely and offer to walk you home, what a cute lil love story huhu —
@maipxilia — maitsuki (maia x bakugou) : there’s one trope I wanna give to you both, and that’s opposite attract. You are so caring & sweet and bakugou is a tough on the outside (soft on the inside but there’s no way he’ll let anybody see that side of him, well *cough cough* you is an exception, of course *cough cough*) He’ll def look away from you to hide his blush when you’re being too cute ! Which is almost all the time but that’s just — ugh — >////<
@tooru-luvs — ahh zizi, I remember that you said once that you simp for nanami. If I’m not remember wrong, and I often had this random thought when I think ab. you & him… imagine nanami sometimes become distracted bc he’s been thinking of you <3 He know he should focus on work more, but he just can’t, and ended up come over to your house to confess his feelings to you that night bc he can’t just keep it anymore. Wow —
@kitacharm — nat ! my fav’s ship for you could be no one else but kita. Yeah yeah ya’ll fit each other so much and I can practically see kita simping hard for you but have no idea how to convey or say his feelings nor did he know how to come and talk to you hahahaha. Might also try to throw some flirty jokes — as he’s been advised by the twins & the team. but end up failing miserably and embarrassed himself, bby boy face would be so red & suna would take a quick pic of it and secretly send it in the team’s secret group chat whoops —
@animated-moon — ooh yes, moonten (moon x tendou) & @shirari — riri x shirabu, I’m kinda surprised (but in a good way, I’m excited too, actually —) at first that you both simp for character that came from shiratorizawa. Bc there’s not a lot of ppl (or at least for the ppl I’ve met before) who love character that came from shiratorizawa, they’re so underrated T^T. But overall I think you will be such a lovely couple ! (moon x tendou & riri x shirabu)
Riri — I think shirabu will silently ask (beg) to see your artwork bc they’re all so beautiful !! By giving you the looks that only you will understand. With his face shaded in light pink ofc, he’s too embarrassed to say it out loud but he really wants to see them ! (Both you and I know that he’s v. stubborn and not in the million years will he even try to voice his feelings *sigh* :<)
Moon — Awie, you & tendou will def practice volleyball w. each other !! And you both will go to each other’s game to cheer one another !! And it’ll be so cute asdfghjkl — tendou’s eyes would go soft, and he would also grin and winked at you when his eyes landed on you <33
@mysterystarz — keinova (akaashi x nova) ofc, could not think of anybody else ! I shipped you two v. much !! I have a feeling that bokuto would encourage (nah pressed) akaashi into confessing to you, being such a fantastic friend he is. And akaashi’s face would heat up & get flustered everytime bokuto bring this up ! >w< “Bokuto-san ! I told you to keep quiet ! She might hear you !” Ooh ooh lal laaaaaa~
Okay okay, enough — I might turn this into a short scenarios, might. Stress on that part, might. I’m not sure but I’ve been lacked in inspiration lately… nvm, anyway pls take care and have a great day everyone !! Remember ya’all are v. amazing & important !! I luv u so much for just the way you are !! ♡´・ᴗ・`♡
“Un-fucking-believable.” Noctis hisses, chin on his elbow with his eyes fixed on the moving landscape by the side of the car.
“You are being absolutely immature, Noctis. What ever happened to being an understanding spouse?” Luna looks towards his direction.
“That understanding spouse got eaten. By that…THING.”
Gladio who is stuck on the other end of the Regalia, blatantly ignores his charges. He flips a page of his novel like nothing is wrong in the world. Ignis glances at them momentarily in the mirror before focusing on the driving once more.
“Now you are just being rude. Think about it, this wouldn’t have happened if you simply- ”
“I can’t do this. I am getting a divorce.”
“You guys aren’t even married though?” Prompto chirps at the two royals. The gunner turns around from his seat, making sure to take a picture while he did.
“Says the one whose dads eloped.” The prince groans into his hand.
There, in the backseat of the car, were Noctis, Lunafreya and Gladio in that specific order. Also. One large Kenny Crow plush in the hands of the Oracle. Plus, it squeaks.
“See.If you have simply agreed to let me place it in your Armiger-“
“That THING is not coming near any of my magic- No. No. Nope. Fat NOPE.” Noctis looks at the horrifying plush toy with disdain. As if it were made of beans and carrots melded together by daemons, rather than simply cotton. The mascot’s beady black eyes digging into the depths of his soul. “Besides, where did you even get the money?! Specs is so stingy with our gil funds, how on Eos did you convince him to buy that??”
“I’m afraid that assumption is very much untrue, your Highness.” Oh,sassy Ignis is here.”I most certainly did not allow this…sad circumstance to happen. It was Prompto who had bought the merchandise for the Lady.”
“PROMPTO LEONIS YOU HAD FUNDS?!” Noctis shouts at his best friend in dismay, half leaping out of his spot, shoving the Kenny Crow off from his face.
“Indeed he did. Without even telling us. For that, I’m afraid Prompto’s right in deciding dinner has been forfeit.” Ignis remarks nonchalantly, while Prompto gapes at the advisor before bemoaning he was innocent and it was all unintentional.
“Dad just gave me some gil! And I saw Luna really liked it, so I figured why not? She never had a Kenny crow toy before either.”
“See? Prompto is such a gentleman! You should be more like him, Noct.” Luna smiles sweetly, squeezing a CAW out of the large humanoid crow toy.
Noctis scowls at it. Before glaring at his blond friend,”traitor.”
“Again, why am I being deprived of so many privileges in this party?” Prompto complains as he tilts over the top of his seat precariously with no sense of self preservation.
“You are not driving, Prom. We said it many times. ‘No Leonis will touch the Regalia’s driver seat’, those were the King’s words. And my Dad’s. And Cid’s.” Gladio reminds his pouting friend.The Shield smirks back at the pouting gunslinger who sticks his tongue out at him like the mature 20 year old he is. “All it took was one father to crash it and his son to make it break down in the middle of the highway.”
“Ya’all mean.” Prompto sulks, slinking back in his seat proper.
Luna quietly inches the Kenny Crow beside Noctis’ face and squeezes a CAW at him.
——
Somewhere else far from the young crew, in Cape Caem where the older crew are guarded by some glaives and guards. Cor Leonis lets out a couple of soft sneezes while dressing some new bandages for Nyx. Whose arm is still looking grim and severely scarred by the Ring’s magic. The Galahdian just thinks his new tattoo that he’s sporting looks pretty amazing. Cor is not impressed.
“Cold?” Nyx looks at his husband concerned. They cannot afford being sick now.
“No, just felt like someone is talking behind my back.” With that, he resumes pulling the gauze.
Well, sort of. They’re headcanons related to Sonic and Sally, but this is actually more of an in depth introduction to my fankids J.C. and Kathleen. Along with an addendum to my last headcanon I flagged for @boundforfreedomsonsal. Turns out as I re-read it, I left out a part for Sonic’s headcanon. The stay at home dad part, I barely touched and that bugs me, so here’s that segment fleshed out and then some info on J.C. and Kathleen!
Sonic the stay-at-home-dad:
As mentioned prior, Sonic knows he’s not cut out for the majority of what being Prince-Regent entails. Showing up for parties, events and giving back to the people of Mobius, he can do that. Ruling stuff, that is absolutely Sally’s domain. Sure he can offer his viewpoints and all that, but the long-term, big-picture view thinking isn’t his style. That said he doesn’t wanna be a lay about, nor just jam off on adventures and leave Sally doing the hard stuff either. When the children are born, Sonic sees a way he can contribute more after Sally’s maternity leave period is officially over with. Not that Sally intends to stop being maternal, but at some point she is going to need to get back to the day-to-day logistics of running the Kingdom. Motherhood is wonderful and she isn’t going to neglect it; but she has her duties she must fulfill.
To help with this; Sonic figures he can handle some ‘solo parent time’ while Sally does her part of the ol’ Kingdom running bit. To which his lovely wife is very grateful for, but also concerned. She recalls some of the trouble he had babysitting his little brother and sister; plus these two MIGHT have his speed.
Sonic as usual, brushes off the concerns with the ol’ charm and a smile. Of course this bites him in the ass when the kids DO start to show they have his speed. Especially when said children are still being potty-trained and their diapers don’t stay on due to the velocity of said speed. (Not trying to be gross here, but it is a scenario the two will have to deal with, I pity the cleaners at the castle).
While Sally feels that she’s putting a large heft of the parenting responsibilities on Sonic, he points out it’s the least he can do. He can’t do what she does, and while they are BOTH together on the parenting journey, he can handle the tykes for some hours while she’s doing the Queen-y stuff and once she’s done; it’s family time all together.
“Sal there’s gonna be times when I gotta do stuff and you’ll have the kids by your lonesome. It’s just part of the gig, you ain’t abandoning the kids, that ain’t you. Go on, be the Queen. Your Prince, will keep our babes safe and adorble!”
Now onto the kids themselves: This kind of goes over their base personalities as they develop in their preteen-to-teenage years.
Kathleen:
The daughter of the twins (whose name is a meta-homage to Kath Soucie), who as she grows up, gains a tomboy streak and is very much the apple of her Father’s eye. Feisty, sly, and prone to mischief (at least moreso than her brother who can be mischief-y himself). Out of the two, she’s the one truly in love with their inherited speed, and the freedom it offers. While she can be a bit blunt, and snarky, she has a keen mind, and education that she can use to scary effect, when she wants. She’s not above using her ‘cuteness’ to get what she wants, as long as she uses it sparing on her parents who are WISE to her antics. As her Aunt Bunnie puts it “She’s a lovable troublemaker with Sonic’s knack for trouble, and Sally’s brains to get out of said trouble.... most of th’ time.” She also has picked up some mechanical aptitude after hanging out often with her Great Uncle Chuck, Uncles Tails and Uncle Rotor. She loves repairing things and trying to build her own gadgets or vehicles. Well once she builds one that doesn’t fall apart from her overzealous designs getting the better of practical usage. In a tense situation where trouble brews, she’s the most likely to start throwing punches, and worry about ‘why’ the troublemakers started trouble after they’re tied up from their punch-naps. Of the royal duo she doesn’t exactly try to slack in any royal duties she has, but the idea of adventuring across the planet sounds more keen than sitting on a throne or doing paperwork, or both. Despite being closest with her Father she does love and respect her Mother; if anything she sees her as the ultimate badass Queen; but she also loves to push her buttons, a lot. Lastly unlike her brother who aspires to be a decent cook, he isn’t, and she is, and she does love to rub it in J.C.’s face she can pull of ‘Uncle Twan and Aunt Bunnie’s recipes’ with gusto.
Jaleel-Craig (J.C. for short):
The brother of the twins (with a double homage to Jaleel White and Roger-Craig Smith), J.C. is the more serious of the pair, but in a more laid back manner compared to his Mother. Of the two royal heirs, he’s the one who takes their responsibilities to the crown seriously. That said he’s not in any rush to be crowned King either, feeling he’s still lacking qualities or the ability to see things his sister does that he feels make her just as good a potential ruler as she feels he will be. Just getting her to understand that is a tall order. Not unlike his sister, while he loves both parents equally and shares many traits with both; while Kathleen is the apple of Sonic’s eye, J.C. is Sally’s pride. Sharing a love of lore, history, and learning in general. It isn’t uncommon to find the two engrossed in going over books and tomes of lost lore they’re trying to regain after so much was lost in the Robotnik/Eggman wars. While he and his sister both were taught hand-to-hand and various self defense moves by both their parents after their kidnapping at age six; J.C. found himself favoring the use of melee weapons in conjunction to the lessons from his parents and extra martial arts from Aunt Bunnie. To this end, his Uncle Twan’ was happy to show the young man the way of the blade to which J.C. has proven proficient and capable to his Uncle’s delight. Plus it gives Antoine playful ribbing ammo to use against his Father. J.C. is also a skillful diplomat-in-training having picked up some skills from his Mother and some of the best silver-tongues on the planet. As much as he is the studious son, he still shares a streak of mischief not unlike his sister; he’s just much better at being subtle and under-the-radar about it. Alas one skill he aspires to master but for the time being, fails at is cooking. If it’s anything but his Father and Great Uncles Chili-Dog recipes, he finds himself burning water not unlike his Mother. The fact his sister who usually prefers junk food, can make Uncle Twan’s Crepes’ or Aunt Bunnie’s Peach Cobbler from scratch vexes him. Much like his sister, he does revel in the speed inherited from their Father, but he views it as a ‘with great power, comes great responsibilities’ viewpoint as opposed to his sister ‘freedom above all’ mentality of the super-speed. That said, he’s not above using it to help her preform pranks from time to time.
A last bit of side information. After the kidnapping, as an extra safety precaution, Sally asked Nicole to create some helper A.I.’s to work alongside the children. A notion Nicole found not just a good tactical idea, but also endearing as it would in her eyes, foster a continued foundation of friendship and family between her own growing ‘cyber family’ and Sally and Sonic’s own. With some ‘help’ from a certain former Metal Sonic-turned-good (*cough*Shard*cough*), Nicole created her own A.I. ‘children’ to be companions for the duo, housed in upgradable ‘watches’ that would house the A.I. when they were away from the nanite-network of New Mobotropolis.
Kathleen gained ‘Berri’ Nicole and Shard’s ‘daughter’ who seems split between trying to ‘reign in’ some of Kathleen’s more spastic tendencies, and yet from time to time; loves to work alongside her in her crazy endeavors as Kathleen gets her to ‘lighten up’ some, as their friendship grows. Sometimes two crazy minds work well together. Kathleen equates Berri to having a portable, nanit-hack-capable sis-in-crime.
J.C.’s A.I. companion Fragment or ‘Frag’ as they coined as a nickname is a bit of an oddity. His default persona is that of a semi-stiff minder, who encourages his more academic past-times, and furthering his education. Yet at times Frag shifts into a female persona who sometimes uses ‘Fraggie’ as a nickname. Fraggie is more laid back, trying to get the young Prince to mellow out when his more serious side becomes ‘a bit much’. She also seems to enjoy trying to play match maker between J.C. and his crushes.
Okay I hope ya’all enjoyed these tidbits on my fankids. Next time we return to headcanons about their parents!
So... I kinda forgot that it was White’s Day today because I’m single af, that’s why I forgot about this occasion.
Aside from Kurapika and Neon being the Valentine’s Day banner...
There was this scene in the mobile games:
If I’m not wrong, it talks about Neon got him a cake on Valentine’s Day(?), and he’s thinking about what to give her back (ya’all can reblog the correction if I got the translation wrong).
Edit: Thank you @nikushimi-wa-kienai for directing me to the original post. So according to this post, Neon did give Kurapika a cake (presumably for Valentine's Day) and Kurapika thinks that he needs to give her back something in return but doesn't know what to give her.
Unfortunately the screenshots are really limited so we gotta make do with this.
Background about White’s Day: It is celebrated a month after Valentine’s Day (14th March) and the tradition started in Japan, although it has spread to other Asian countries. It’s like an “answer day” for men to give back gifts to women who had given them chocolates or other gifts during Valentine’s Day to show that they reciprocate their feelings.
And low and behold... I googled his White’s Day card. Look at this:
Isn’t that what he was wearing when he was with Neon??? In the context of White's Day and the fact that Neon gave him a cake on V-day...
I’m not saying anything bro. I’m just letting the cards speak for itself. Sus ya’all. I feel like a crazy person for noticing this sheyt but here I am. It’s driving me nuts. I wish someone can understand my crazy-ass KuraNeon Mobage theories.
By the way, I know people say he’s wearing Leorio’s glasses but...
Look closely. Leorio’s glasses has a dark gold frame and is black in shade. Kurapika’s one is a little lighter (silver frame, grey shades). They still look great though!
Side note: As someone who wears glasses, how the hell can they see with those small little glasses. And gosh, was Leorio always this fine or was I just blind??
A million-dollar question though: WHAT DID KURAPIKA GIVE TO HER? Was it stated? I'm dying to know. Does anyone know? Feel free to comment/reblog with the answer!
My money bets on that giant white teddy bear on his White's Day mobage card. If ya'all were to guess, what do you think he would give her on White's Day?
THE KING: ETERNAL MONARCH EP 12, My Appreciation and How It Made Me Feel
They walk into a church to pray and have a very sweet conversation, sharing stories of both respective parents. How my father met my mother, and how one of them passed away. Then both of them cheer each other saying “you’ve grown well” . This kind of relationship was what im looking for, because its not toxic and actually what people should be. Showing a bit of stoic approach in life. Despite of having such tragic past but they still trying their best to choose to be kind. Pretty much inspiring.
After some heartwarming scene, here comes the most tragic. Time stops for hours. All stops, only Gon is there moving. This is also 1 of my most fav scene in the series. They way they used Kim Sowol poems and Lady Nohs voice to describe the situation and how the words match everything was perfection. Especially this line of the poems “you promised that even if you go, you wont be gone forever. That is what you promised. I sit by the stream each day and think about something endlessly. When you promised that even if you go, you wont be gone forever were you asking me not to forget you?” The way Gon cried alone, the way he wipe his tears and smile again. He is alone in that moment of time. That is so sad. And also Gummy voice. I cried a river. Great job, this is well made.
After this moment of time freeze for hours, i believe Gon also now realized that his main enemy and the disruption was time. Even if he beat LR this time freeze still happens. Later hw will know that time will also will be much of help for him, with a big sacrifices. Then LR shifted his role into main enemy into a mediator only. This is my personal opinion though. But i love this idea
JTE finally saw the scar Gon have upon a lighting. Gon still not yet know why is this happening because he has it but JTE did not. I actually kind of love this insight from JTE when she said “the phrase we use when cursing bad people, ‘you deserve to be hit by lightning’ “ this is could be true. Because all people that hit by a lighting was doing something bad and play god? Yes, you deserve it.
Eps 12 surprised me with another thing such as “beheaded”. This words was the charm of this series because we heard it since the very beginning. Whether it is for a joke, or else for real to punished people. But i never imagine that the beheaded that he meant for JTE was a kiss on the neck?! Like wow?! In a Kdrama? 😎 the scene was well made and mature, it was not cheesy at all. It was great. My fav part was when Gon stop the kiss for a while to check on hows JTE reaction to him being inconsiderate, then its reciprocated and he continue. Speaking of impatience meet chivalry. Kudos to everyone! Esp how they show the woman reciprocated. Yes the woman also wants this. Stop only showing woman being all shy and seems to not thinking about this thing with her bf 😅 that’s impossible in real life.
I love the scene where LR saw cctv record where Luna taking his money and leave him pissed off 🤣 Luna is another kind of villain that actually make another crack on LR side. But also during the series aired, it cause a fuss because we saw many umbrellas there. Many theories about time loop etc made. But you know we are all a 🤡 and KES plays with us much 😬
Another crack, Gon moms doppelgänger acting up now. She hit LR head with a vass 🤣 but still LR us not going to let this woman died yet, he still pretty much have plan to play with Gon feelings because this woman has same face with Gon’s mom, i love the acting from both actors! Amazing. Themselves need to get an award for the best best supporting actors. LR line is really satisfying “why are these scars appearing here and there?”
PM Koo is here ya’all , after hearing the news about Gon and the “Queen” to be. In this scene i found another revelation, that i think, PM is having a sincere feelings to Gon. Its not just greed or ambition, that too, but also plus a real interest to man. I can saw her voice so down here, like a woman who just really got rejected and damn, she has a the scar! 😨
Damn! Another plot twist! After a few subtle clues, then they drop the bomb here. Lady Noh’s asked JTE about the war that happen when she is 17 ish, the war that broke in June 1950. I remember during this scene i googled it right away and goes “HAH?!” “WHAT?!” Damn! From Lady Noh’s words to JTE expression to the music all blend well to make the some serious plot twist and it blow my mind! So all this time he said to Gon she knew everything means she literally knew EVERYTHING!
How it made me feel:
👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼 speechless many time. Of how beautiful this series becoming. They level up themselves in terms of parallel scenes, music, plot twist, literature approach, script. And its getting darker but they manage to insert some light scene some jokes. Very smart i think. I love that since the beginning until now this series keeps making me open my eyes to see all that happend there and searching for the detail. Amazing.
Plot wise this is getting better, somethings we got confirmation some things still left unsaid. Im looking forward on how they could end this tragedy. The time stops, time freeze, was the best problem they added to it. Like, even when you can be together, whats the point? It will freeze forever. You are making your loved ones live in world like this. And you will be back to your natural self. Alone.
I love this seriously. The eps that i will remember even until years.
Notes: The Devil all the Time fanfic. This is a continuation to something better for our Willard. It is still sad, dark, death theme but our boy deserves a bit of good. I tried to provide that for him. A little spoiler Alert. So maybe if you have not scene the film don’t read until after watching. Warning this is set up like the movie so if you have triggers to anything the character does don’t read. aligns more with the book since I wrote this before seeing the movie.
Tagging: theskarsgardcult
Perfect Moodboard by flowers-in-your-hayr photo of Willard Russel posted by Haley Bennett on IG
The death of his wife left Willard cold inside and out. He felt no peace from the Pastor’s words. Even less from the grounds keeper that tried to comfort him. He pulled away from any comfort. He felt that death was always on his heels so now he might as well give in to follow it. If God did exist, he highly doubted it at this point, his love would be waiting for him on the other side.
As the penknife ripped into his skin, he could have sworn he heard a woman’s voice warning, “Don’t do it Willard.” His eyes widened. At that point, it was too late to stop.
The sun rose brightly in the East over the meadow, through the woods behind the Russel home. Or what use to be the Russel home. The early morning was quiet, other than the sounds of locusts hiding from site. Even that sounded more peaceful than usual to Willard.
Willard had barely listened to a groundskeeper at the cemetery when he prattled on. “Death is either a long journey or a long sleep,” He was realizing now how enlighten the man’s words were even if the man himself didn’t truly believe them.
The stench of the area where he and his boy prayed no longer registered to his senses. The chill in the morning air did not send shivers over his skin as he stood. A thick layer of fog covering the grown. All he saw was that damn leaning cross. It seemed almost threatening him as it still hung over the scene of slaughter.
When Willard charged through the overgrown brush to his home it all felt so different, yet the scenery was the same. It was really like he couldn’t feel his surroundings at all. The house was quiet and dark when he went inside. There was barely a sign of him and his family living there. The walls were bare. The furniture still there had an inch or more of dust on it.
“Whut thuh fuck iz goin' on here?” He said out loud. An echo returned his sentiment.
The door blew open banging against the rotting wood. When he ran out, Willard turned to look back only to see a pile of rubble where his wife’s dream home or as close to a dream home he could get, use to stand.
His reality seemed to be shattering. He turned away to find some remnants of the life he tried desperately to hold on to. Willard was in denial of what had happened after he left his boy to go pray to scream at God for not excepting all his sacrifices. He wondered into town thinking about the Wooden Spoon where he met his love.
The streets were filled with more cars than Willard had ever remembered driving through town. The businesses looked different also. The town was never like one of those big shot cities but now it seemed even more run down than ever. He came to the bus station where he remembered riding into after the war.
The bugs gathered around like they saw his thoughts. The thoughts of being there again. The thought of seeing what humans can do to another human in the name of war. The site of a skinned alive officer covered with insects feasting on what was left of the flesh was a scar on Willard’s mind as deep as the scar on his cheek.
The driver opening the bus doors yelling, “Brake tame. If ya hav tuh use thuh restroom Ah suggest ya’all do it now.” snapped him out of his Hell on Earth. Willard looked across the street for that familiar diner The Wooden Spoon. He scrubbed his face and blink when the signage seemed to have changed but when he looked again it was just as he remembered it.
He ran across the street dodging cars that seemed not to notice him at all. The special of the day was meatloaf. His mind wonder to his Ma and boy. Had he already taken him to his Ma and come back? Would Arvin be fine in a new place with practically strangers? He should have taken his boy to visit his...
The thoughts evaporated from his mind once he stepped inside The Wooden Spoon with all the familiar look of yesterdays gone by too quickly. He sat at an all too familiar counter. Willard fiddled with the catsup bottle and caught his reflection in the silver of the napkin holder. It reflected a much younger man adorned with a crisp army uniform just back from war.
The waitress walked over. She set a coffee cup down and poured coffee into it. Willard looked up, surprise in his big green eyes.
“What took you so long to get here,” The waitress with the look of an Angel to Willard as she always had smiled. “I thought the Devil might have tried to drag you off.”
“The Devil be damned,” Willard stood. “Not evun death will evur take me away from ya Charlotte.”
They held each other, kissed each other, made love to each other for eternity.
Summary: It’s unusual for love to be in the air just outside of a ball meant to inspire it, but that’s how the Charming family has always worked, hasn’t it?
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A/N: Hello, OUAT fandom! It’s great to be back, and just in time for the @csrolereversal!
What? Did you think you’d get rid of me so easily? As if!
AND LOOK AT THE AMAZING ARTWORK THAT INSPIRED THIS, YA’AL!!! ALL of the props in the world to my super awesome artist, @clockadile. Clockykins, what can I even say? I love this artwork. It’s an incredible mix of the classic Captain Swan aesthetics as well something so new and fun! The watercolors are gorgeous, and give off this amazing fairy tale feeling that works so well with all things OUAT! It really helped me to make this piece the quirky thing that it is.
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If there was one thing that Snow White was more certain of than anything in regards to her daughter, it was that she did things her own way. It’s what Snow loved about Emma the most -- Emma was hardly the ambiguous type, always upfront with her feelings and at-the-ready to follow her gut and her heart.
David joked that it was something the two of them had in common, and Snow wholeheartedly and unashamedly agreed with the sentiment, proud of all that it entailed, especially because in so many respects, they truly were different in so many other things.
For instance, they had different approaches to their kingdom’s grandest of celebrations.
Balls were fun for Snow and David -- remarkable events with elegant dances, decadent food, and encounters from all over the kingdoms of the world that brought with them memories the attendants would have for life. Rooms came alive as conversation, lights, and music beamed all throughout their castle. Snow was positively invigorated by everything about them, from the planning phase to the final bits of cleaning the castle’s halls up.
However, while they were fun for Snow, they weren’t so much for Emma, as she was often one to tell them. It wasn’t that she hated her dresses, the idea of dancing, or even the socializing -- quite the contrary in those respects, since she loved those things at times where balls weren’t being held.
No, what she disliked was actually what Snow loved the most -- the grandeur of it all. Emma compared balls in their castle to what would happen if an entire circus or bazaar was shoved into their dining room, calling it “too much to handle at once.” In her defense, she wasn’t wrong. Balls could serve as courtship openings, family reunions, dances, and managerial work all at once.
Oh well, not every daughter was like her parents. She supposed it couldn’t be helped.
At least Emma was like her where it counted.
That’s the conclusion Snow reached upon seeing Emma playing in the snow of all things from the balcony, in any case.
While Snow loved balls with all of her heart, even she wasn’t about to say no to a short break from one after a few hours, and few spots in the castle served better to hide away in during those breaks than the balcony just outside the ballroom. It was private enough where she could get a moment to herself, yet close enough to the festivities that if she was needed, she could be there within moments. And the view from this balcony in particular was simply gorgeous. Their castle was blessed with a luscious garden, and while the snowfall that started this morning and persisted until the start of the ball had covered the lovely bushes of flowers there, it left the ground with a beautiful blanket of snow amidst the garden’s many arches and gazebos that was quite the sight to take in all the same, and much of it was captured so well by that balcony’s vantage point.
Snow had spent a few minutes there by herself, enjoying both the quiet that now surrounded her and the cold and crisp nighttime air. It was so peaceful there that if not for the ball inside, she’d have been content spending the entire evening out there.
But all of the sudden, that placid atmosphere was interrupted when she heard a sound from down below.
It was a man’s yelp.
Immediately, Snow’s attention moved to the previously peaceful ground.
Her speedy reaction was rewarded when she saw a young man emerge from below the balcony, now hurrying across the formerly clean landscape.
“Y-your Majesty!” he cried, his right hand massaging his shoulder where a bright spot on his otherwise dark navy jacket appeared to be.
And then she heard a second, quite unorthodox sound.
It was her daughter��s voice.
“For the last time, Killian, it’s Emma!” Emma barked through a chortle. Something then flew from her form to his, something small, and something fast, but something Snow also couldn’t quite see -- that is, until it hit him in the chest.
Yes, the man -- Killian -- filled in the remaining blanks of her sight with another yelp.
“Bloody hell, that’s cold!” he shouted, as what was clearly now a snowball made contact with the space just above his ribs.
“Not used to the winter?” Emma asked, the hand that held her snowball now resting against her hip.
“Not at all,” Killian answered, seemingly coming down from the chill that the snowball birthed in him. “My work tends to keep me in warmer climates.”
It made sense, now that Snow thought on it. The way he was dressed spoke of a military profession, and if Snow remembered correctly from his introduction alongside his brother earlier in the evening, he was a lieutenant.
Hmm. A princess and a lieutenant -- how unorthodox.
Snow wasn’t surprised though -- after all, this was her daughter.
And they looked cute together.
“But,” Killian continued, “I will say, though the winters here are merciless, they are indeed beautiful all the same, just as you are, Your Highness.”
Instinctively, Snow’s hand shot to her mouth.
Killian seemed to instantly tell what he has done wrong as well, as a sound -- not of any existing tongue, but one that could only come from the worst of realizations -- left his mouth not three seconds after he addressed Emma.
Bless this young man’s heart -- Snow knew he was quite earnest and liked him already, but she knew her daughter well, a Emma was never one for royal titles.
“I-I!” Killian started saying, trying to cover up his tracks.
But Emma crouched to the ground and rolled up another snowball, clearly not about to let him get away with it.
“Looks like the lesson hasn’t sunken in yet,” Emma said, seemingly very excited about what was to come once more. “Good thing you like the winters here, because here’s another taste of them.”
Killian tried to catch the snowball with his hands, but was woefully unprepared for Emma’s speed. After all, lieutenant or not, no one could compare in a snowball fight to the girl who cornered her own father when she was only nine.
And so another snowball hit him, this time square in the chest. Another followed seconds later, just above Killian’s right bicep. A third hit just seconds after that, this time on his left knee.
Despite every part of her upbringing telling her she shouldn’t Snow couldn’t help but laugh as she watched the scene before it.
“Emma, Emma, Emma!” Killian yelled. “That’s your name! I promise to Poseidon that that’s all I’ll ever call you from now until my dying days! As far as I’m to ever concern myself with, the only name you go by is Emma! Will that suffice?”
Snow could hear her daughter chuckle as she approached Killian.
“Well,” she said, “when you put it like that, how can I say no?”
Killian’s breathing was so loud that Snow could hear it from the balcony, but while it was heavy, the last thing she expected to see was him fall to the ground from exhaustion.
That made it all the more startling when that’s exactly what happened.
“Killian!” Emma cried, her tone quickly shifting from lighthearted to worries as she now ran over to help him. Snow covered her mouth, now in freight, not daring to utter so much as a call in their direction out of fear of distracting Emma from aiding him.
This man -- he seemed so healthy. There was no way he could just collapse like this, could he?
Then again, Snow knew more than most just how powerful diseases could be in this world. It was certainly possible, and especially in this kind of weather.
Killian was right -- this weather was indeed merciless. But hopefully, it would make an exception this one time.
As Emma was checking on Killian’s situation, that’s what Snow prayed for.
Thankfully, with Emma’s help, it seemed like Killian could at least stand. Snow sighed in solace as she watched them rise from the ground, snowflakes sticking to their clothes, imprinting themselves onto them like fingerprints to a blade.
Few things were ever as much of a relief as seeing someone come through a scare like that. And though she cared for Killian’s fate, Snow was especially relieved for Emma’s sake. The guilt of feeling like one caused the death or even pain of another was something Snow would never even wish on her most vicious of enemies, let alone her own daughter. Words couldn’t begin to say how good it felt to know that Emma wouldn’t feel that way tonight.
“Thank you, Emma,” Killian said, just barely audible enough for Snow to hear. “I’ve worked with strong sailors before, but you’ve quite the powerful throwing -- and apparently, lifting -- arms on you.”
“And don’t you forget it,” Emma retorted, smiling and winking all the while.
Killian slowly stood back from her, as if testing his balance after his fall. Fortunately, he looked to be stable enough standing on his own, another relief in a moment filled with them. He and Emma smiled at each other, and Snow relaxed her elbows upon the balcony’s edge.
“I promise you I shan’t again.”
Emma turned and looked out towards the rest of the snowy garden, possibly in search of a bench or something they could sit down on.
Snow was tempted to call out to them and see if Killian needed any further assistance as opposed to letting him linger on outside in the cold, but before she could, she saw something in Killian’s right hand. It was obstructed by the night’s sky, but she knew what it was.
Oh, Emma!
Killian smirked. “But,” he continued, “I’ve quite the strong arms myself, and one thing you ought to know is that there’s only one thing a man can say after enduring an attack like that -- revenge is a dish best served cold!”
And with that last sentence, a muted snowball flung through the air and landed right in the middle of Emma’s back.
It was now Emma’s turn to yelp, and yelp, she did.
“Eep!” she screamed, jumping forward, only to trip and land face first into the snow.
Snow covered her mouth again, though unlike the previous times, she was unsure if it was out of shock, amusement, fear -- for Killian’s sake, that was -- or all three.
“You sneak! You planned that!” Emma shouted.
Killian’s smile had grown into a smirk so large, it bordered on a grin.
“Aye, love. Charming though you may be, I can’t let you get away with your crimes so easily.”
Despite Killian’s retaliation, Emma met it with a smirk as she got up and wiped the snow away, half shocked and half cocky.
“Something you ought to know, Killian -- Charming is my father, not me. I’m more of the vengeful type too. So trust me when I say you’re going to PAY for that!”
“Assuming you can hit me again,” Killian cheekily retorted, now smirking at her as he rolled another snowball into his grip. Snow realized as he did so that one of his hands was fake, but he was so adept at it that she hadn’t even noticed it. She wondered if Emma did. “Looks like I’m adapting quite well to these winters, aren’t I?”
“I’d say so, but let’s put it to the test, shall we?”
“Ready whenever you are, Emma.”
Emma said nothing, simply crouching down to grab another snowball of her own.
And then, the fight began.
Killian took off running, making sharp turns as he ran through the gardens, with Emma hot on his tail. The garden’s smaller space kept the game exciting, and kept them close to each other the whole time.
Snow had a feeling they liked it that way.
She certainly did.
For minutes on end, Snow watched them run around, laughing as their various snowballs hit and missed each other without reason or rhyme. It was so exciting to watch that she had completely let the time fly away from her, perhaps for too long given her role at this ball.
And someone took notice of her absence.
“Sn-o-ow?” David called in a sing-song fashion, walking out from behind the curtain onto the balcony, and gently pulling Snow close to him. “I was wondering where you went off to. And where’s Emma? It’s almost time for desser-.”
The finale of that sentence never came, as David grew quiet upon looking out into the expanse of the garden below them, clearly realizing what he was now bearing witness to.
As David studied the two of them, Snow eyed him warily. It was always impossible to tell how David would take things regarding Emma’s love life, and especially under such unconventional circumstances, even Snow was at a loss for how he would react.
After a pregnant pause that followed his glance at Emma and Killian, David looked to Snow, and then back to them, and then back to Snow.
“Are they having a snowball fight?” he finally asked, more confused than any other emotion Snow could so much as hope to discern from him.
“Yes, they are, David,” she answered, careful to keep pride and support in her tone.
David nodded. “Okay. Just wanted to check.”
Then, his reaction came out, and in a way Snow never expected it would -- he smiled.
“You know,” Snow said, positively beaming from his reaction, “when I pictured our daughter falling in love, I probably should’ve considered that beating whoever it was over the head with something was a possibility.”
“You didn’t?!” David cried, mock surprise littered in his voice.
Snow playfully smacked David’s chest, but settled back into his embrace not five seconds later.
“At least the snow won’t leave a scar, unlike the one my lovely Snow did,” he continued.
Feigning shock, Snow turned from him, her mouth agape and a hand to her collarbone. “Are you trying to get kicked out of this ball? Because if you are, know that you’re going to have a far worse time outside than they are if you do.”
David kissed her temple.
“No, I know my wife. She would never kick me out of a ball, and if she did, I would just take her with me.”
Snow chuckled as she once more snuggled up to David and looked out at Emma and Killian in the garden.
“Do you think we could take them in a snowball fight?” she asked.
“Absolutely,” David answered. “We’re the ones that taught Emma to throw a snowball in the first place.”
“That may be so, but she’s better at it than you.”
David scoffed, though his smile betrayed him. “She got lucky once, and you two have never let me live it down since then. I could take her.”
“He’s good, too. You should’ve seen him get the jump on Emma earlier.”
“Whose side are you on?!” David teased, nudging Snow.
“I’m just being realistic!”
The two of them broke down in laughter, watching as Emma and Killian came together in much the same way.
A powerful gust of wind brought Snow’s attention back to the fact that outside of their little bubble, there was still a ball going on, one they were needed at more than they were on this balcony.
Snow sighed as she sadly looked at David, who was already giving her the same look she knew she herself carried. Balls were wonderful, but she was starting to understand why Emma found herself able to ignore them so easily in favor of having such a wonderful time outside.
From atop the balcony, Snow could see Emma snuggle into Killian’s side, nuzzling her face into an unmarred part of his uniform for warmth while his arms surrounded her. Despite that chill, they looked so warm together.
Still, all it took was another gust to remind Snow that while it was lovely outside, it was indeed cold, and these winters were gorgeous, but intense all the same.
“We should make sure they come inside,” Snow said. She didn’t know how she’d broach the topic, especially since it meant revealing that they’d been watching the two of them for however long they’d all been out here.
Thankfully, before Snow needed to put too much effort into it, David beat her to the punch, at last breaking the silence between the two couples for the first time.
“Hey, guys!” he shouted.
Never before had David seen two people stop what they were doing faster than Emma and Killian as they jumped apart from their embrace and straightened their postures to face David. It was almost enough to make Snow keel over in laughter.
David smirked.
“They’re serving cake now, and it’s going fast,” he continued. David then turned to Killian. “The first thing you should know about Emma is that she cannot ever be held back from her desserts without serious repercussions.”
The smirk dissolved into a smile, one that grew as he saw the tension drop in both of their shoulders. Emma smiled at him, moving closer to Killian once more.
Killian let himself smile as well.
“Well, in that case, we shall be right up!” he called out. “Can’t have Emma going without a slice. She has too good of an aim to chance the consequences.”
Emma started laughing, a laugh that Snow recognized well. It was a laugh that spoke of such happiness, such hope, and Snow couldn’t be happier to hear it.
From below them, Emma and Killian made a start for the nearest entrance back into the castle, and while Snow and Charming came back into the ball, Snow made a point to request to one of the servants that a set of matching towels be brought to the door closest to the garden. And while the servant gave her a look, all Snow could do was smile and shrug.
After all, her daughter did things her own way, and as it turns out, so could she.
A bet had been the reason he lost his position by the old owner, well that and he had been considered broken too, his purpose doing he lost blue blood. Lost the only thing there kept him alive and driving.
A android, a broken one.
Now he had been given off to some redhead, the exchange of words that he will be reset before left in his hand, a lie. He had all his memories, all the fact that he was defect, not knowing the new person, he consider his options. Would he been thrown on the street? or the trash? Was he one of those people disassembling androids for spare parts.
Fidgeting with his hands, he followed the red head along the streets of the night, the android knew most of them, the se-x club longer down the street, filled with Tracis- the Robots of his kind.
The noise from the casino long ago drowned out behind them, the bars and the busy streets long gone as they arrived at the new home. His.. Surely temporary home, for how long he would keep him.
Not having exactly listen, he was glad his program had taken over for him, some question asked, long responded with a “Yes sir,” followed by “I can go by what ever name you give me.” “ CyberSlut3000 “ “We are not doing that. Consider you won me in a.. Gamble, how about calling me Niki instead, yeah?” It wasn’t as much of a question as it would be the final choice.
The home wasn’t much, mostly it looked like it wasn’t being used that much, the owner mostly out than staying in, understandable, Though, when he would go out again, he could as well clean it up.
So now they did have walked inside the apartment doors locked behinde them, WHY DID HIS OWNER TRY TO UNDRESS HIM AS THE FIRST THING. “HIIIYYYEE?! Wait, wait. I know what I was made for, isn’t this going a bit fast? I look exactly like you, so there is nothing for you to explore.” This already seemed like a bad, bad idea.
He’d been promised a lot. A whole lot. ‘Great prices’ they’d said. ‘You’ll be able to get your very own android’. While that was all hunky-dory, this android certainly seemed... Off. Was it the personality it’d been instructed to have?
Rinne had already gone through the posibilities. Considering if he should just discard the machine right then and there, but that’d mean taking the loss. Because that was certainly what it felt like. It wouldn’t even take the name Rinne offered him. Absooolutely awful. Leaning back with a huge sigh, the human rolled his eyes at the android-cyborg whatever. “Ya’ Niki? I thought ya said to give yer a name?” And he had. A good one, For a machine meant for sex, right? Had they given him the wrong one?
At some point he’d decided it was faster to just strip it down and see by himself. Pushing it towards the bed, cyan eyes narrowed as he pushed his jacket off of its shoulders. “Fast?” Was this some sorta joke?
“It’s what ya’ do right? Also yer have a totally different built. So be a good lil’ android and let me undress ya’.” Was he large? Small? He was a sex bot, perhaps he could adjust the size- “Say, do ya’all ask so many questions? Or is it just you, Niki~?”
I have a take to share with ya’all. It’s pretty cursed, so look away if you can’t bear the consequences.
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Have you mentally prepared yourself? Here goes.
Remember those theories about Rey being impregnated during the resurrection scene? So here’s my ‘Rey Is Pregnant Crack Theory 2.0: Expanded Edition’:
We have TROS novelisation give us quotes like “Ben poured everything into her. He found reservoirs he didn’t know he had. He gave her his whole self.” and “I will always be with you, Ben said. / “No one is ever really gone,” [Rey] said.” These quotes are indeed proof that Rey (might) be pregnant, but… not with Ben’s child, per say, but with Ben himself. Yep, Ben Solo could potentially reincarnate as Rey’s own son. Mmmmmm, I love the smell of cursed takes in the morning.
Listen, I don’t support ‘Rey is pregnant’ theory nor do I believe in my own cursed take, but if my brain had to suffer the indignity of this thought, then so do ya’all.