#It happens in the link around the 45 second mark if you dare

[vampiressmoney]

I don't know why this move nearly drives me to horny tears, but it does. To think I was at that show. 😭

[hongism]

belong - p. seonghwa 18+

day 16 of kinktober: possessive sex - park seonghwa warnings: explicit smut, unprotected sex, marking, biting, fingering, possessiveness, creampie, paramour!seonghwa, princess!reader, lil bit of impregnation kink if u squint wc: 1.5k genre: pwp, smut, 18+

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“The wedding is next week, Seonghwa,” you mumble as the man’s lips brush over your neck. The air isn’t cold, yet goosebumps rise over your skin. His touch is as soft as it is ghosting, and you lean back against him out of pure instinct. 

“And?” He counters. You can’t hear any emotion in his tone, no cues as to how he feels about the situation, but that thought slips away when he attaches his lips to your neck again. This time, he moves with greater force, teeth grazing your skin and sucking until a colorful mark blossoms. It’s only then that you realize you don’t need to hear his tone to know how he’s feeling. The fact that he’s making an effort to leave marks is telling enough; he usually tries not to leave any sign of your escapades in attempts to protect you from crude rumors. 

“We’ll have to stop th–” You cut off with a gasp as Seonghwa sinks his teeth into your skin, leaving a deep imprint but not hard enough to make you bleed. His tongue drags over the bruise and soothes the heated skin before he pulls back to whisper his reply.

“It’s a marriage of convenience and business, is it not? I would hope that after all this time, our relationship is more valuable than that.” He’s right, and you couldn’t deny it even if you wanted to. As forbidden as your relationship with Seonghwa is, you love him nonetheless, and he loves you in return. Neither of you has ever been foolish enough to think that this wouldn’t happen. You knew it would come to this, but your choice has always been Seonghwa. That won’t change, and he keeps reminding you of that fact with the way his hands roam your body. 

“Touch me, Seonghwa… please,” you exhale as you twist to face him. He wears a soft grin, gaze impossibly soft as he looks down at you.

“I am touching you, my princess.”

“Oh, don’t be a tease!” You retort. Seonghwa laughs a little but tugs you closer. He wraps his arms around your waist, guiding your body backward until you feel your knees hit the edge of the bed. Still, Seonghwa doesn’t stop there. He eases you back until you lie flat against the mattress, bringing his body over yours without breaking eye contact once. It’s a different kind of teasing — one that leaves you wanting more just from the gleam in his eyes. They’re brimming with lust and desire, his hands sliding lower until he clasps the front of your robe.

“Am I still teasing, love?” Seonghwa inquires as he pulls the robe open. You shiver from the sensation of cold air washing over you, but Seonghwa’s warm hands are right there to ease the chills.

“You never stop.” A huff of air escapes you, one that shifts into a gasp when Seonghwa presses two fingers to your folds. They’re already dripping with arousal, and Seonghwa’s touch only serves to make that heat pool more. He pushes your folds apart with little resistance on your part.

“You’re mine,” Seonghwa murmurs out of the blue. You blink up at him with a bit of confusion shining on your features. “All mine.” Two fingers breach your hole, and you gasp at the sensation, throwing your head back against the mattress. Seonghwa hums at your reaction and crooks his fingers deep in you.

“Y-Yours…” You let the word roll off your tongue. It’s more experimental than anything else, to see how it feels and what Seonghwa’s reaction might be. It proves to be worth it though, just thanks to the way Seonghwa’s body jerks and a low growl passes through his lips. He pumps his fingers in and out of your sopping cunt. The movements cause a wet squelching noise to resound from between your legs, and you almost feel embarrassed by the lewd sounds, but the pleasure is more intense than those feelings. 

“Fuck, I need to fill you up,” Seonghwa groans as your walls clench hard around his fingers. He focuses on scissoring you open first though, not rushing his process in the slightest. You can’t hold back from teasing him a bit yourself – a small revenge for his earlier goading.

“Fuck me full of your cum, Hwa,” you say with a slight lilt dancing through your tone. He moves upwards to come face to face with you, fingers still thrusting in and out of your cunt.

“Say it again, princess.”

“I said – I want you to fuck me so full of cum that I still feel you in me at the wedding next week.” Seonghwa’s fingers disappear from your heat in less than a second. He rushes to grab at his pants and free his cock that already strains against the confines of the fabric. He pulls it down just enough to expose his member, kneeling back over you after a moment. Jerking at his member with the hand he just had between your legs, Seonghwa captures your lips with his own. You let him dominate the kiss with his tongue pressing between your lips and filling your mouth in an instant. 

His cock breaches your folds and prods at your home without too much pressure at first. Then he dares to penetrate you, slowly pushing into you as he leaves a trail of searing kisses down your jaw and neck. He pauses at your neck and begins to kiss you there instead. He eases you through the stretch of his cock by sucking at that sensitive area until he’s fully buried in your tight heat. 

“You feel so good, princess,” he groans.

“Your princess,” you remind as you wiggle your hips a bit. Seonghwa hisses at your sudden movements, encouraged by the words that cater to his possessive side. 

“Mine, all mine.” He rocks his hips, and his cock rolls against your walls. The movement draws a moan out of you. You almost beg him to continue, but you don’t need to because he moves anyway, building up a steady rhythm with his thrusts. The pleasure is unreal; his cock presses up against your sweet spot, but he doesn’t hit it with every thrust, thanks to the angle. You throw your legs around his waist and try to slide further under him. Seonghwa seems to get the hint and saves you the trouble by gripping your hips and tugging you down. You release a startled and choked moan as he hits your g-spot head-on now. 

“F-Fuck, oh – Seonghwa, th-that – shit!” You can’t even complete a coherent thought; the pleasure keeps you distracted and babbling as Seonghwa rolls his hips against yours.

“I’ll make sure you – ah, remember who you belong to,” Seonghwa grunts into your ear, and you moan at the words, head falling to the side. The continuous pressure on your sweet spot brings you closer to the edge rather quickly. Seonghwa picks up on your closeness and offers a teasing bite to your neck. The shockwaves of pleasure that follow cause you to curl your body into his, and your orgasm hits then with his cock deep inside you. Your walls clench hard around him as your lips part in a silent scream. 

“I’m yours, Hwa. Yours, yours, yours,” you babble like it’s a prayer. The mantra urges Seonghwa to his own orgasm, and he only makes it one more thrust before cumming hard and fast. Warmth blossoms in your gut; the feeling of his seed filling you up and seeping deep inside you only adds to the euphoria running through your veins. “Feels so good, Hwa, so so good.”

“Feels good for me too, love. Fuck, you feel so good.” Seonghwa doesn’t move away from you even after his orgasm passes, and you don’t want him to anyway. You cling to him like a vice, hand pressed to the back of his head so that he stays near your neck. He still traces his lips over your sweat-slick skin, and a small hum of approval vibrates against you when you start combing your fingers through his dark hair.

“I love you,” you murmur to the air above you. Seonghwa’s kisses hesitate for only a second so that he can reply with a declaration of love himself.

“I love you too, my princess.”

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a/n: okay this idea kinda sexc i can’t lie, i like this universe maybe we’ll see more of it in the future!! :p

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[anonymouswriter2311]

The Pastor’s Daughter, Chapter 2

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Her fingertips traced over the doorknob, her mind screaming, begging her to change her mind. But she had to know, no she needed to know how it felt. Taking the deepest of breaths, she enters. Her heart is pounding in her ears as she finds Toni waiting for her with that kissable smirk taunting her.

“Took you long enough,” Her voice is deeper - if that was even possible - and her eyes are full of hunger. In one swift movement, she’s pushed me against the door slamming it shut. Her warm breath tickles against my neck, as she reaches behind to lock the door. “I don’t want anyone interrupting this.” She whispers directly into my ear, causing my entire body to shutter.

“Toni…” I whimper, as she runs her thin fingers through my hair, tugging slightly as she rests her hand on my neck.

“Tell me to stop.” She’s so close now, our lips are practically touching as she speaks. But I have no time to respond, as she pushes her knee between my legs, spreading my thighs apart. She bites her lip as I quiver, “I know you want me, Shelby Goodkind...you’re practically trembling for me.” She taunts, as she leans in for a kiss, but serves at the last second choosing to litter kisses all over my neck and exposed collar bone. ‘Sweet Jesus, her lips are so soft.’

“Please...Toni…” I moan as she bites down on my neck, “Sweet Lord.” I sigh.

“Say it. Tell me what you want.” She winks, that assertiveness making me go almost weak at the knees. “Say. It.” Her fingers tiptoe down my thigh, as she reaches to pull at the fabric of my dress. She knows what I want, and she’s more than ready to give it to me...and damn, I’m more than ready to feel her touch me.

“I want you to…”

“Shelby…” She stirred slightly, as her fingers danced along the waistband of her PJ bottoms.

“I want you...Toni.” She mumbled as her fingers dared to disappear under the waistband.

“Shelby Goodkind! If you don’t move your booty, yer gonna be late!” Shelby shot up like a woman possessed. Sweat pellets streaming down her face, as she combed shaky fingers through her hair. ‘What was...no! I can’t! Not again.’

“I’m up! I’m up…” She tried her best to get her breathing under control, as the arousal from her Toni-filled dream continued to surge through her. Shelby had convinced herself time and time again that she’d gotten over these kinds of dreams. That they weren’t an indication of her own perversion, simply just dreams of admiration. But things had never gotten that far, nor that heated in the past. Shelby wasn’t ready to face the world today, and she certainly wasn’t ready to face Toni. Laying back down she grabbed her pillow and placed it over her face, it acting as a muffler as she let out an unladylike scream and kicked her legs violently. “Why her!” She mumbled into the pink pillow, before throwing it across the room.

"Hey, kiddo." Dave knocked as he peaked his head into the room. "Mom's on the warpath this morning, so you might wanna get a wiggle on if ya know what's good for ya." He smiled sweetly, as he took in the oddly disheveled room. “Everything alright, buttercup?”

“Yeah, just a weird dream is all.” Her heart was beating so fast she was convinced her dad could hear it from his place at the door.

“Good. Good...well, don’t slack off now. Don't wanna keep Miss Shalifoe waitin’, now do we?” Shelby’s eyes widened as she pounced at her phone. 8:45 ‘Shit!!!’

***

Toni kicked the curb as she stared at the slowly filling car park. She’d been there since 8:20, armed with two latte’s in hand, but there was no sign of Shelby. Toni was pissed. But she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t completely surprised at Shelby being a no-show. She could tell how uncomfortable she’d been making her, but that still didn’t stop her. That was always Toni’s problem, she never knew how much was too much, not until it was too late.

Placing the - now cold - coffee’s on the steps she pulled out her phone, 8:50, thirty minutes until first period, Toni never bothered with homeroom, athletes at Hopewell Lake had to maintain an 100% attendance score, only way out was a phone call from your doctor stating that you were dying or some shit, so she never bothered to get marked as present. The steam was practically sweeping from her ears as she forcefully grabbed the two cups and stormed towards the main entrance, violently throwing the full cups into the trash as she passed. 'Last time I do something nice,’ she swore to herself as she headed towards the locker room, she needed to let off steam and fast, before she did something that she’d regret.

***

Shelby was lost. That much was obvious. With her paper timetable in hand, books tucked under her arm and a dazed look plastered on her face as she walked against the flow of student traffic, even the most oblivious could fathom that she was new.

By the time she had arrived at the main entrance that morning, there was no sign of Toni, and even if she had been there, there would have been no time for any kind of tour. While a part of the blonde felt bad for standing her up, on the other hand, she had no idea how she was going to look her in the eye without turning red, after what happened this morning. What she had been doing...it was wrong, on so many levels. Self-pleasure was a big no, no. And a rule Shelby had stuck to...for the most part. Her mind - and fingers - seemed to forget about this rule whenever she'd find herself in a 'nightmare’  like last night. It was unnatural, perverted... so good. No! She mentally scolded herself, she wasn't about to let herself fall down that rabbit hole again. She wasn't gay. She knew this. She was just confused by what she’d saw, fascinated by Toni’s character. Her cockiness, her smug smirk...her eyes, her lips...her soft skin, her athletic physique. Enough! She screamed to herself, just as she collided with another person, sending both her belongings and the other person flying to the ground.

"Oh my lord, I am so sorry," Shelby muttered as she frantically gathered her belongings, before looking over at the stranger she had just assaulted. A cheery grin met her eyes, as the short girl laughed off the whole situation.

"Don't sweat it. I wasn't paying much attention either." The tan-skinned girl shrugged as she picked up a few of Shelby's belongings before standing up with a small jump as if nothing had happened.

“I was in another world, just there.” The blonde smiled nervously as she flung her backpack around and tried to squeeze some of her books in the already filled bag.

“You know you have a locker for that?” The cheery girl raised a questioning eyebrow at the blonde.

“If only I knew where it was, it’s my first day.”

“No kidding. I’m Martha, but most people call me Marty.” Martha beamed, as she reached out to take some of the books from Shelby.

“Shelby.” She nodded. “Thanks.” She looked relieved, as she carefully tucked the remaining books under her arm as she dug into her jacket pocket for the small piece of paper with her locker number on it.

"Give it here," Marty smirked as she snatched the paper. “Three down from mine, come on.” She gestured as they joined the correct dying-down flow of traffic.

“This place sure is big,” The blonde mumbled as they walked down the never-ending hallways, that seemed to blend into each other.

“Wasn’t your other school like this?”

“Not even close. The one before it, maybe, not that was quite some time ago.” Shelby shrugged, thinking back on every first day she’s had over the last ten years. Five in total, this one hopefully being her last until college.

“You move around much?” The smaller girl asked over her shoulder before she slowed her pace as they entered a less crowded hallway that allowed them to walk side by side.

“Some. My father is a Pastor, so...we go where the Lord needs him, I guess.” Shelby admitted, watching carefully as Martha smiled at every person they walked by. She had never met someone so...happy before, and she wondered how much of it was real. How much of herself she put away, just like Shelby had been doing for years.

“Sounds like an adventure.” Her eyes sparkled, her mind racing with countless scenarios of how she’d react if it was her in Shelby’s place.

“It can be.”

"That sounds amazing, I've never even so much as left the state," Marty confessed, a small frown gently creeping onto her face for a fleeting second. She'd give anything to travel the world, to wake up in a different place, to meet all kinds of people. But life had other plans. Her parents, her friends...her life was there, and Marty couldn't see herself wanting to give any of that up anytime soon, not even for a second. “Here we are.” She smiled once again as she popped open the empty locker and placed the books she was carrying inside.

“I can’t thank you enough, Martha.” Shelby threw her arms around the stunned brunette, who happily returned the hug. “But...I do have one more, tiny favor to ask.” The blonde smiled shyly as she pulled away, her hand still resting on Marty’s shoulder as she spoke.

“At your service.” She bowed.

“Where the heck is the science block?” She asked as a faint blush crept onto her perky cheeks.

“You poor child, let's get these books shoved away, then we’ll get you where you need to be.” She winked as she took the stack of books from the blonde and placed them with the others.

“Thank you, I don’t know what I would have done if I hadn't...collided with you.” Shelby laughed nervously as Marty returned the piece of paper with her locker combination.

Looping their arms together, Marty hummed, “You can thank me by buying me a milkshake at lunch.”

“Deal!”

***

Toni was the first to sit at her regular table at lunch, her brown paper bag saving her from the time-consuming queue her friends would be waiting in. Relaxing back into her seat, she lifted her feet to rest on the token free chair at their table. Her body ached from the intense workout she put herself through that morning, the anger that bubbled inside of her forcing her, taunting her to work harder and faster. Closing her eyes as she sunk into her seat, the sound of the busy cafeteria soothed her. She'd always hated the quiet, a painful memory of her early childhood, of being left alone in a small dirty room while her ' mom’ worked up enough money for a box of frozen turkey dinosaurs and a bottle of vodka. It’d been years since she’d seen her, but the memories that remained still haunted her.

Leah was the first to arrive at the table, juggling her lunch tray with one hand as she kept her nose buried in some book that Toni had no interest in. It had been Marty - Toni's best friend since fourth grade - that had invited the bookworm to join their duo, and while she wouldn’t have been Toni’s first choice, she wasn’t the worst person to have around.

“New book?” Toni questioned, she’d been putting the effort into their friendship as of late, now that she was settled with her foster parents of two years.

“‘The Nature Of Her’" She read aloud, as she sat. Her eyes skimmed the remainder of the page before she slipped her bookmark into the spine and set the book aside.

“Any good?” Toni asked with her mouth full of bread and turkey goodness.

"Not sure yet. I'll get back to you." Toni saluted before they both burst out laughing. "No Marty yet?"

“Probably in the milkshake line as we spe-” The shorter froze mid-sentence as her eyes landed on the smiling blonde by her best friend’s side. “You have to be fucking with me.”

“What are we staring at?” The bookworm questioned as she scanned the cafeteria for signs of some kind of disturbance.

"More like who," Toni muttered as she slumped further into the hard plastic seat, her arms crossed tightly over her chest as she watched their every move.

“New girl? She’s in my English class, she seems nice.” Leah shrugged as she turned back to her plate of pasta, and began to pick out the peppers.

“Yeah, super nice.” The athlete narrowed her eyes as Marty’s laughter drifted over, making her blood boil for the second time that day. Toni didn’t think of herself as possessive, she loved how nice and caring her best friend was, but she wasn’t about to let Shelby flake on her.

Toni’s eyes watched carefully as the pair made their way over to the table, giggling together as they neared the table. And as their eyes finally met, she could see the nervousness build up in Shelby, as she quickly looked away.

"Hey, guys! This is Shelby," Marty excitedly presented the blonde, like that picture of Will Smith with his wife at some awards show. ‘Look at me, I’ve found my very own princess!’ “Shelby, this is Leah, she has literary quotes for every occasion!”

“‘You can’t stay in your corner of the Forest waiting for others to come to you. You have to go to them sometimes.’ Winnie The Pooh.” Leah smiled brightly, taking pride in her vast knowledge of all things literature.

“That’s...quite the talent.” Shelby plastered on a fake smile as she shook Leah’s hand.

“And this.” Marty skipped over to the grumpy brunette and lovingly wrapped her arms around Toni’s neck. “This is Toni, my bestest friend in the entire universe.”

"Is that my only character trait?" Toni joked as she laced her fingers with Marty's, her eyes never leaving Shelby, who uncomfortably acknowledged Toni's presence at the table.

“The only that matters to me.” The tan-skinned girl replied in a sweet sing-song like voice, before placing a small kiss on Toni’s cheek. “Come, sit.” She gestured to the spare seat where Toni’s feet were still resting.

Shelby averted her gaze once again, as she pulled out the chair, forcing Toni's feet to fall to the ground with a thud. But just as she was about to sit, the bitter basketball star pushed against one of the metal legs, sending both the surprised blonde and the chair falling to the ground. On the ground, Shelby looked up at the table in disbelief as Toni peered down, that addictive smirk on her face. "Whoops." She muttered as Marty and Leah jumped up to help her.

“Toni!” Marty hissed, as she helped Shelby back to her feet and grabbed some napkins to clean up the milkshake spilled down her dress.

“It’s hardly like I meant it!” Toni shot back as she moved to pick the chair up and carefully place it behind the embarrassed blonde.

“It’s fine.” Shelby finally spoke, her cheeks a fluorescent pink as she peaked past her messy hair at the three girls staring at her. “No harm done.” She forced a smile onto her light pink lips and slowly sat, taking extra caution.

Toni huffed back into her seat as Marty sent her a warning glare. The basketball star hated that she’d let her anger get the better of her, but she was also slightly impressed that Shelby stayed. It was obviously going to take a lot more than a little trip to get rid of this blonde princess, good thing Toni was an expert at playing the long game.

[missmischievouswriter]

The Place Between Rage and Serenity- Part 1

Summary: Erik Lehnsherr believes he is alone in the world until he meets Charles Xavier, someone like him. A mutant. And someone with the same goal of stopping Sebastian Shaw. While putting together a team of their own Charles brings in a mutant that is a lot more like Erik than anticipated. Erik knows he needs to find the place between rage and serenity to control his powers but he never expected that place to be a person.

Pairing: Reader x Logan (Platonic), Reader x Charles (Platonic) Reader x Erik (Future)

Word Count: 1,895

Warnings: None

The first time I met Charles Xavier he wanted to talk with me about my mutation. To study me for his thesis. To try and get a better understanding of how mutants work. I agreed to sit down with him to talk.

The second time I met Charles Xavier was something I wasn't expecting.

..........

Wiping down the bar top for the fifth time that hour I sigh. Weekdays are always slow, no one comes to a bar mid-day to drink except the occasional college student or shift worker. And since I'm a woman, and it's still not that common for a woman to be working in a bar, they stick me with the day shift. The front door creaks as it's pushed open, my eyes flicker to the clock and I chuckle. Same time every day. Grabbing a glass and filling it with some whiskey, I turn and place it on the bar as Logan sits down. Logan is someone you wouldn't expect to be very friendly or talkative from looking at him, but surprisingly he is (at least to me). For one he is huge, over six feet tall with visible muscles, a chiselled face with visible stubble and dark brown hair. He's good looking but I've never seen him that way and I don't think he's seen me that way, considering he's called me kid from the moment he started coming in here.

"So, anything new to tell me?" I ask leaning forward and resting my arms on the bar top.

"You know there's nothing ever new with me kid." He pulls the glass ashtray towards himself pulling a cigar out of his pocket and lighting it.

"One day there will be." I straighten up.

"Mhm." Logan grunts.

We are both silent for a moment as he takes a puff from his cigar and a swing of his drink, setting the glass down on the bar top and looking me in my eyes. "Why are you still working here kid?"

I shrug, "I like it I guess."

Logan gives me a questioning look, "You like working day shifts in a bar?"

"Interesting customers."

Logan chuckles, shaking his head. "You could do a lot better kid."

"So could you but yet here we both are." I grab the whiskey bottle and refill his glass, "Plus if I got a different job we wouldn't get to have these lovely conversations every day." I smile.

Logan chuckles, "Guess you're right there."

I scoff, "Come on Logan, am I ever wrong?"

Logan raises his eyebrow at me, not saying anything. I cross my arms over my chest, pointing at him briefly as I say, "That doesn't count."

He chuckles again, "Pretty sure it does kid."

Logan left after about 45 minutes. I place his dirty glass with the others and dump out the ashtray, giving it a quick wipe with the rage before putting it back on the bar. Placing the rag back under the bar I turn to grab the washed glasses one of the bust boys brought out from the kitchen. Crouching down under the bar I place them all in their correct spots. Standing back up I fix my blue and green plaid mini skirt and pull my black knee-high boots back into their spot. Tightening my ponytail I turn to the wall behind the bar to start organizing the bottles. The door creaks as someone pulls it open. God, I need to get one of the boys to oil that thing, it's starting to drive me nuts. Footsteps make their way towards the bar.

"I never thought I'd find you here, in a place like this." An English accented voice speaks as the footsteps stop. A voice I recognize all too well.

Turning back around I place my hands firmly on my hips, "You better be here for a drink Charles Xavier." Charles smiles at me from his seat at the bar. He looks as handsome as he did the first time I met him, with his messy yet net brown hair, clean-shaven face and blue eyes that look as if he staring straight through you. On Charles left is a man, presumably his friend. He's handsome, dare I say more handsome than Charles. With a strong jaw, light brown hair that is swept to the side neatly, and striking blue-grey eyes. I tare my eyes away from and look back at Charles.

"Y/N, this is my friend," Charles motions to the man beside him.

"Erik Lehnsherr." He speaks for the first time, his voice is rough yet it has a smoothness to it and I feel my breath catch in my throat for a moment. His voice, like Charles, has an accent. Even though his accent isn't very thick it's still there slightly, and it's one that I recognize all too well. German. Having been born in Heidelberg and living there until I was 16 it was one I could never forget.

"And although we aren't here for a drink we are not opposed to one." Charles continues with a smile, my eyes flicker back to his and I let out a breath. Leaning down slightly, I grab two glasses from under the bar, placing them in front of the two men "Charles if you are here to ask me about that again it's a strong no." I give him a look as I fill both glasses with whiskey, placing the bottle down on my side of the bar afterward.

"Well I'm not here to ask you about that specifically but it does have part of the reason why I'm here. Y/N how would you-"

I raise my hand, "I'm stopping you right there Charles. No."

He sighs, "You don't even know what I was going to ask."

"Charles I don't care, my answer is still no." I cross my arms over my chest.

Erik's eyes flicker between Charles and me as he sips his drink.

"Please Y/N, allow me to at least explain. I wouldn't be asking if it wasn't of the utmost importance."

"Charles you more than anyone should know why I have a reason to say no. You more than anyone should understand that."

"But that's exactly why I'm here. Sebastian Shaw-"

I shake my head, back up from the bar. "My shifts over. Consider the drink on the house." Turning, I walk towards the back of the bar, grabbing my coat and making my way towards the exit.

..........

Charles and Erik turn, watching Y/N walk out of the bar.

"I have to say, friend, you failed quite miserably at that." Erik chuckles, sipping his drink. “She is quite pretty though, you did forget to mention that.”

Charles gives him a look "Come on, I'm not quitting yet." He gets up from the chair and goes back out the front door. Erik sighs, downing his drink and following Charles.

..........

Sliding the key into the lock, I twist it and push the door open. Stepping inside I see Charles and Erik sitting on my couch. I slam the door closed behind me.

"Are you fucking kidding me, Charles?" I huff, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Y/N you must consider what I am saying. The good you can do-"

"Enough Charles! How can you not understand that I just want to live in peace? Do you know how hard it's been to keep under the radar? I don't exactly want people knowing I'm a mutant. Tell me, do you think my hair is naturally this colour or do you think I dye it?" I motion to my hair, the raven black of it shines with multiple colours like an oil spill, the colours coming through more when it moves and when light shines on it.

Charles looks at me as if trying to read my mind, but the wall I keep around it presumably blocks him out. My eyes flicker to look at Erik, leaned back in the chair with his chin resting in his hand, he appears to be studying me. I look back at Charles who sighs.

"I believe you dye it."

"You're wrong," I state. "My hair is naturally like this Charles. One thing you don't understand about mutations is that they can have a physical manifestation too, something that isn't linked to the mutants powers like Raven's. Through the hair or the eyes or a mark on the skin. I never told you that my hair is due to my mutation because I didn't want you putting that in your paper, I didn't want you talking about it. The whole world doesn't need to know about us Charles."

Charles stands and walks towards me, "Y/N please, just listen to what I have to say. I-"

"No Charles," I say, my voice cold now. "If all you came here to do was ask about my mutation again you can leave."

Charles sighs, he places his hand on my shoulder, "If you change your mind you know how to contact me."

"I won't," I say firmly. Charles sighs again, giving my shoulder a light squeeze before letting go and walking towards the door, leaving the door open for Erik to follow. My eyes move to him, having watched Charles leave. Erik hasn't moved from his spot, his still sitting with his chin resting in his hand watching me.

"You can go." I motion to the door.

"Why don't you want to help?"

"You just heard why. Now go." I motion towards the door again.

"No. That's not the real reason."

"Excuse me?"

Erik stands and walks towards me, "You're scared. Charles may not be able to tell but I can. What you're scared of I don't quite know yet."

I stare Erik down, "I'm not scared. And you don't know a thing about me."

But the truth is I am and that's the exact reason I said no to Charles. I'm scared of being found out again, I can't relive what happened last time. But Charles, nor Erik, need to know that.

"Are you sure about?" Erik asks. "Because I can see it in your eyes. The way you talk. The way you are holding yourself. You aren't angry. You're scared. Is it of being found out? That's it isn't it. You don't want anyone knowing you have abilities." I didn't think my body language was giving away how I really felt, Charles couldn't see it, but somehow Erik could.

"I-"

Erik ignores me and keeps talking, "You shouldn't be ashamed of your powers. They are what make you unique. Stand out. And being with others of your kind will allow you to explore them, not hide them from the world, and you'll be protected. You won't have to run anymore."

"What makes you so sure I'm running and hiding?" I ask.

Erik takes a moment to look around my apartment. Besides the small amount of furniture and the few pieces of art hanging on the walls, it's empty. No family photos, no personal effects. My eyes watch him as he briefly looks around before his eyes turn back to lock on to mine. "No one's home is this empty if they aren't running." He's silent for a moment. "I promise you, if you help us, join us, you won't have to run anymore. You won't have to be scared." And with that Erik moves past me, walking out the door. Leaving me to think about what he said.

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Renegade Dawn, Chapter 2 [klance fic]

the klance pacific rim au 

Here’s Chapter 1, if you haven’t read it yet! And here’s the AO3 link if you’d rather read it there. 

Stay safe, stay healthy, and take care of yourselves xoxo

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Chapter 2

September 2029—Year 22 of the Kaiju War

The Kaiju roars in agony as the plasmacaster blows through its chest and destroys the heart cavity. Its empty screams echo off of the buildings and the partially destroyed Wall of Life in Los Angeles as it collapses.

“Great job, beautiful!” Lance exclaims, moving into a complete standing position on the gyro-stabilizers, the elliptical pedals that hold him in place in the cockpit.

“Are you okay?” Allura asks, looking over at him through her helmet. She looks tired, but her eyes are bright, just like they are after every Kaiju kill. Clawtooth, codename for the Kaiju that attacked Southern California early this morning, had gone down after a long fight. Some of the coast was destroyed in the battle, with a large piece of the completed and supposedly indestructible wall torn to shreds.

Lance nods, surveying the Kaiju’s body where it’s scattered in pieces around them. He says, “Yep. I’m glad we were here. This son of a bitch would have ruined L.A.”

“Riptide, get back to the coast and prepare for pickup,” the voice interrupts from the comm system, speaking over the heavy noise in the cockpit of their Jaeger. Lance and Allura don’t recognize the voice, but that’s probably because there are only a few officers left at the Shatterdome. Even Lance, Allura, and their Jaeger, Sunshine Riptide, had been only half an hour from being relocated to Hong Kong when the Kaiju was tracked heading toward L.A.

Through the drift, Lance can feel how angry Allura is about them being relocated. He hums along with her, equally as pissed, and they start walking back toward the coast, crushing the skull of Clawtooth for good measure. Fuck Kaiju.

“It’s bullshit that we’re doing this,” Allura grumbles aloud, even though she knows Lance can feel and hear everything in her head. She must be really angry to vocalize it too. “The only reason L.A. isn’t in ruins is because of us.”

“I know,” Lance agrees, tapping at the control panel hanging from the roof of the cockpit. “I thought the Wall of Life was supposed to be indestructible and keep everyone safe, but this bastard tore through the wall in less than twenty minutes. Cutting the Jaeger Program is a bad idea.”

Allura hums in agreement, and they trudge toward the coast.

The first time that Lance met Allura was one of the most embarrassing and best things to ever happen to him. After the Garrison, Lance received his placement at the Shatterdome in Los Angeles. It was a miracle really; L.A. had been his top choice because it was close to his family and it was still one of the more active bases on the Pacific Rim.

Lance had been brought into the Jaeger Program, the Pan-Pacific Defense Corps, with a dozen other new candidates from across the world, including Allura. Lance had spotted her first, standing in line with the other cadets, all beauty and grace. She hadn’t even glanced his way, which obviously meant that she was just his type. After the briefing from their superior officer (that Lance had barely listened to; he had been fantasizing about his future with Allura, whose name he hadn’t even known at the time), Lance had walked up to her, smirked, and said, “Are you religious? Because you’re the answer to all my prayers.”

Allura had stared at him for half a second before slamming her knee into his crotch. She’d left him curled up on the ground, moaning and biting back tears as the other cadets laughed.

Later that day, when they were being paired up for physical training, one of the officers paired him with Allura, and she had frowned at him before throwing the first punch.

Lance dodged, sweating nervously. His voice shook more than he wanted to admit when he said, “Listen, about earlier—”

She threw him on the ground and smirked, “Do you believe in doctors? Because you’re going to need some serious medical attention when I’m done with you.”

Honestly, the heart eyes that Lance had for Allura just got worse after that.

His training from the Garrison finally kicked in, and after a few minutes of her thoroughly kicking his ass, he was able to get back into the fight. Once he was paying attention, he discovered that they were somewhat evenly matched. She was good, but Lance could keep up and hold his own too.

They drew a decent sized crowd. Eventually, Lance thought that their superior officer came over to watch as well, but he was so focused on the fight and the energy between him and Allura that he wasn’t paying attention to anything else.

Allura had him pined to the ground, and Lance was fighting his way out of it when a sharp whistle broke his concentration. Then, a voice barked, “Enough!”

Both him and Allura turned to look. A few officers were standing there, along with the Marshall. Lance immediately rolled to his feet, face burning, wondering what they had done wrong.

“Interesting,” the Marshall had said, raising an eyebrow. “It seems as though the two of you are drift compatible.”

And the rest had been history.

Lance and Allura started their training together then, since they were ahead of the other pilots in their program who hadn’t found a co-pilot yet. The Marshall and their commanding officers all kept a close eye on their training, and after two years, they started building Lance and Allura’s Jaeger, a Mark IV angel, if Lance was honest. He and Allura had fought with the engineers over her name and design for weeks.

They became best friends somewhere along the way. The first time that they had done a drift test, it had been so different from the last time, the time he had tried with Keith. With Allura, he had all the training that he and Keith hadn’t had. He understood exactly what the drift was and how it worked; he knew what he needed to give to make this work with Allura.

He wasn’t even worried about drifting with Allura. It had been as easy as breathing.

Now, as he thinks about it, he can feel Allura going through his memories with him, smiling at several of the times they’ve had together so far.

Lance wonders what they’ll do if the Jaeger Program is completely decommissioned.

The tone in the drift shifts enough for Allura to speak again. She says, “That won’t happen. The Wall isn’t a good enough defensive tactic. Jaegers are the only thing strong enough to fight the Kaiju.”

“What if we’re moved over to Hong Kong and they ground us?” Lance asks.

Allura is worried about it, he can tell through the drift, but she says, “I don’t think that will happen. Sunshine Riptide is the most successful Jaeger that’s still operational. The only Jaeger that had stronger pilots and more drop-kills than us at the time was Black Paladin.”

“Yeah, and that worked out well for them,” Lance mutters, voice bitter and sad at the same time.

Allura prods at the feeling gently, but Lance guides her away from it. Even though it’s been three years, he’s still not ready to share that aloud with her. She’s seen everything, of course, but drifting with someone is different. There are things that Lance has seen in Allura’s memories that he would never dare ask her about. This just happens to be one of his.

“That was a freak accident,” Allura challenges him, secure in it now, after years of thinking about it, worrying over it, regretting it. “It was before the new system for categorizing the Kaiju was developed. If they had known that Kaiju was a Category 3, they never would have sent Black Paladin in without backup.”

“I know,” he sighs. He doesn’t argue with her, mostly because she’s right, but also because he’s tired. They’d been deployed at 2:45 this morning, and it was well past 08:00 now. Lance needed a nap.

They walk the rest of the way in silence. As they leave the city, it starts to wake up behind them. There are several helicopters zipping through the skies, getting close enough to film them as they walk. Absently, Lance hopes that someone has gotten their kill on camera so it will play repeatedly for the next couple of days. It would be a good thing for the world to see. Despite the destruction of the city and the potential lives that had been lost, the United Nations needs to know that defunding the Jaeger Program is a terrible idea. If Sunshine Riptide hadn’t been here, all of L.A. could have been destroyed.

The helicopters and the loading ship are waiting for them at the coast, and as they make their way over to it, Lance grins at Allura and says, “You wanna wave to the crowds?”

She laughs, bright and easy, and they both turn and lift their arm to wave in the direction of the city.

“Please proceed onto the loading dock, Riptide,” the voice from base replies, probably completely aware (and unhappy, if Lance has to guess) at their publicity stunt.

He smirks over at Allura, and they follow orders.

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“Prepare for drop,” the AI hums through the cockpit, and Lance and Allura jerk as the helicopters release them. They drop to the ocean, hitting the water and seafloor with a sharp thud. They’ve been dropped far enough out that they can barely see the coastline because the impact from the drop can often cause a small earthquake if they are too close to any fault lines. In a fight with the Kaiju, it doesn’t seem as important, and the Wall does help avoid damage to the city, but the Jaegers have to be careful when being transported.

Which means that Lance and Allura have to walk all the way over to the Shatterdome now.

Once they’re standing upright, Allura picks up her right foot, and Lance echoes her immediately. They walk through the water, and the coastline gets closer and bigger with every step.

Through the drift, Lance can see that Allura is thinking about the last time they were here in Hong Kong, when they fought against the Kaiju with two other Jaegers: Metal Lipstick and Black Paladin.

It had been a legendary battle. It was the first time that there had ever been a double event—two Kaiju coming through the breach at once. They had lurked down the Pacific and descended upon Hong Kong hour after their arrival. Sunshine Riptide had been deployed from L.A., journeying across the ocean to join the fight with Metal Lipstick and Black Paladin.

Both were mythical Jaegers. In fact, with Sunshine Riptide there, they were the three most powerful Jaeger teams in existence, all fighting together at once. Metal Lipstick, piloted by a set of twins from Australia, had some of the best defensive tactics in the world, and Black Paladin—well, Black Paladin was the most successful Jaeger to have ever been built. Its life was young, having been built specifically for its pilots, but its power couldn’t be defined by age.

Lance can still hear the echoes of the other pilot’s voices in his memories, but he blinks hard. The last thing they need is to get caught chasing the rabbit in the middle of the Pacific Ocean.

They don’t talk as they make their way over to the coast. It doesn’t take long to get there; the Hong Kong Shatterdome is built on an island off the coast of the city, where the Jaegers have easy access to the water so they can stop the Kaiju before it reaches the coast. The massive building sticks out against the rest of the coastline. Shatterdomes are easily the biggest structures on the planet, and to house Jaegers, they have to be.

Up ahead, the base has a loading tank prepared for them. It’s designed to roll the Jaegers into the Shatterdome to avoid hurting the pilots in such close quarters. Even though the Shatterdome is big, it’s not big enough for a Jaeger to just walk inside with its pilots.

“Sunshine Riptide,” a distinct voice, heavy with an Australian accent, filters through their communication system. “Welcome to the Hong Kong Shatterdome!”

Allura grins immediately and reaches up to hit her speaker. “Hello, Marshall. It’s nice to be here.”

“Under unfortunate circumstances, I’m afraid, but we’ll have to take what we can get in these times I suppose, eh?” he asks, voice still bright. “Please be careful on the loading tank and removing yourself from the Jaeger. A team will be out to assist you and bring you into the facility.”

“Copy that, boss,” Lance says, smiling at Allura. Even though they might be getting the plug pulled on them, he guesses that it’s worth it to see Allura this happy. She doesn’t get to see her uncle, Coran, very often anymore, not since he took the Marshall’s position. At least she will get to spend some time with him while they’re here.

They trudge forward, continuing up onto the loading tank easily and carefully climbing up out of Riptide. When they open the top hatch, Lance is blinded by the sun. It glints off Riptide’s sharp metal, flickering different colors in the light.

Coran’s team helps them climb down to the ground, and Lance shakes himself, blinking to get the haze of the drift to fade. Staying in the drift for a long time takes a toll on the mind, and it still makes Lance a little dizzy and overwhelmed after they’ve been in for a long time.

Allura grips his arm and jostles him softly, “Wake up.”

“I’m awake,” he says, batting her hand away.

Groups of officers and military personal are standing around them and their Jaeger, looking up at Sunshine Riptide in all her glory. She stands tall, so tall that she’s blocking the sun. She’s a Mark IV, rebuilt for Lance and Allura when they finished their training. She was decommissioned after being torn to shreds in one of the very first Kaiju battles, but they rebuilt her, loaded her up with a new neural interface, and slapped on a bright orange coat of paint. She has two plasmacasters, one in each fist, built to destroy the Kaiju in close combat, which she’s designed for. To Lance, Sunshine Riptide is one of the most beautiful Jaegers in existence.

Some of the people around them are also looking over at Lance and Allura, and their expressions are too close to awe and amazement. Any other day, he would be preening under the attention, smirking and flirting his way through the crowds, but today, he’s too worried about their future.

Allura glances over at him when one of the officers gives them the go ahead. The Shatterdome’s bay doors are opening a few hundred yards ahead of them, and there are people everywhere. Every Shatterdome has been pulled and moved to Hong Kong, so everyone in the Pan Pacific Defense Corps is grounded here now, well, what’s left of them.

Lance removes his helmet, tucks it under his arm, and steps up to Allura’s side. She nods, and they step out in front of the tank where their Jaeger has been loaded. It’s a brisk walk, but it’s something that Lance always takes pride in. People in front of them clear a path, parting for them, and they enter the Shatterdome bay to a round of applause because of their most recent victory.

The base is full. There are soldiers, mechanics, and scientists crowding the floor, and there are even more people on the higher levels as well. In this bay, there are a handful of Jaegers—probably the last ones in the world. Only three have made it this long and this far; Crystal Venom, Omega Shield, and Razor Edge sit in the Shatterdome already, and now that Sunshine Riptide joins them, that means they have four Jaegers left in this fight.

Within the last few months, Kaiju activity has increased exponentially, more than it has over the entire length of the war. More and more Jaegers have been defeated because of the growing number of attacks and strength from the Kaiju. Now, there are only a few remaining.

It’s why the United Nations pulled the funding for the Jaeger Program. Jaegers were dying so fast, and the Wall seemed like the only other option. Jaegers are expensive to make and run and investing money in something that seemingly doesn’t work does seem like a waste.

But Lance knows that it’s not. Jaegers are the only things that stand in the way of the Kaiju destroying their world. If there’s anything he can do about it, he’s not going to let that happen ever.

“Ah! And here’s a friend you may remember. Sunshine Riptide, welcome to Hong Kong!”

Lance hears Coran’s voice before he sees him, but when a crowd of soldiers clears out of the way, there he is, standing in the middle of the base, gesturing up to their Jaeger. He’s standing with two other people. The person on Coran’s right is short and looks young. She’s dressed in a navy-blue military uniform with a pair of round, large glasses on her nose. On Coran’s left, there’s a tall man, dressed in a leather jacket with a duffel slung over his shoulder. His black hair hangs down to almost his shoulders—

“Pilots!” Coran calls excitedly, “Join us!”

Lance feels Allura hesitate at the same time as him. Normally, she’s very excited, not at all hesitant, to catch up with Coran. But this time—this time is different.

Because Keith Kogane is standing on Coran’s left, and he’s looking over at Lance like he’s just come back from the dead.

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After the Garrison, Lance hadn’t heard anything from Keith in almost two years. He never really forgot about him, never forgot the feeling of drifting with someone and almost being destroyed by it. He thought about it a lot actually, especially as he trained with Allura. He thought about what could have been different, what they could have done to make it better, to maybe have not tried to kill each other and destroy any semblance of a chance at being co-pilots.

In the end, Lance always reminded himself that it never mattered because they weren’t drift compatible and they never would be.

The first thing that he ever heard about Keith after the Garrison was in an online interview. He had been checking his tablet, scanning through the news, when he saw it.

Jaeger Black Paladin takes down largest ever Cat 2 Kaiju in Hong Kong last night. Pilots Takashi Shirogane and Keith Kogane famed for victory.

Allura had found him later, obsessively looking through the internet for more information about Keith.

As it turned out, Keith had found drift compatibility with someone else too—Takashi Shirogane, an older and more experienced pilot from Hong Kong. Staring at his face on the tablet, Lance had a vague feeling that he knew this man, and he finally he realized that it was because of the memories he got from Keith when they drifted together.

Keith and Shiro were placed in a Mark IV Jaeger, Black Paladin, in Hong Kong. Keith had even finished his training almost six months early so they could put them in a Jaeger. The fight with the Cat 2 Kaiju in Hong Kong had been their first battle together, and they quickly ran through the ranks of all other Jaeger pilots in the world. Their drop-kill numbers were so high, accuracy so amazing, that they were deployed for every Kaiju attack they were physically close enough to.

Lance and Allura were finally deployed for the first time eight months after Keith and Shiro’s first victory, and Sunshine Riptide ripped through the Kaiju just as quickly as Black Paladin did. It made Lance smug, and he often wondered if Keith kept up with him as much as Lance watched the headlines for Keith’s name.

Almost a year later, the first ever double event happened in Hong Kong. Lance and Allura were deployed from L.A., and Metal Lipstick was sent over from Australia to join Shiro and Keith in the fight. It wasn’t the first time that Jaegers had teamed up to fight the Kaiju, but it was the first time that all three of the most powerful Jaegers were fighting together.

Lance remembered it like it was yesterday. He and Allura had physically jerked when he had heard Keith’s voice for the first time since they were eighteen.

“Prepare for drop,” the AI hummed just as the helicopters dropped them in the ocean, right on the other side of the Kaiju.

“Nice to meet you, Sunshine Riptide!” the voice from Lance’s memories—Shiro’s voice—said, echoing in the cockpit of their Jaeger.

Lance smirked and hit the button on his comm system, “Same, we’ve been waiting on a chance to save Keith’s ass.”

Shiro laughed a little, but Keith was back, growling, “Fuck you, Lance.”

Allura and Lance joined the fight then, putting aside everything else. It was harder than any other fight so far, even with all three Jaegers. Allura and Lance led the first one, codename Diablo, while Black Paladin and the Australian Jaeger, Metal Lipstick, finished off the other.

Diablo had Lance and Allura around the waist, crushing them slowly as the plasmacaster powered up. Then, they shoved their left fist into its chest and fired.

“Empty the clip!” Lance shouted through clenched teeth, his ribs aching, as they kept firing into the Kaiju. “Empty the clip!”

Finally, Diablo fell into the ocean, just as Black Paladin and Metal Lipstick were turning to aid them.

Allura grinned, reached up to the comm, and said, “Thanks for the help, but we’ve got it.”

Lance was laughing, grinning at her too because holy fuck, she was the best thing to ever happen to him.

After the battle, they were all stationed at the Hong Kong Shatterdome for a few days to get repairs done on their Jaegers. Sunshine Riptide was so damaged that she wouldn’t make it home without the important repairs completed first.

Lance met Shiro officially for the first time, but when they shook hands with each other, he felt how weird it was. He already felt like he knew Shiro from seeing him in Keith’s memories, even just the little that he had, and Shiro was looking at him the same way, like he knew him too.

Keith had stood off to the side with his arms crossed, glaring in their direction.

“This is Allura,” Lance said to Shiro, reaching out for her arm to pull her forward. “She’s my co-pilot.”

Shiro smiled at her softly, and Lance grinned while they shook hands. She was being uncharacteristically nervous now, meeting Shiro. Lance would tease her about it later.

“You guys were impressive,” Shiro said, looking between both of them. “We’ve been keeping up with your deployments, so we were excited that you were coming for this one.”

Allura started to thank him, but Lance interrupted. His grin widened, and he shot a look over at Keith, “Oh yeah? Keith’s just been waiting for a rematch.”

Keith rolled his eyes, not at all friendly, “Whatever. I’d still kick your ass.”

He laughed and winked at him, relishing in Keith’s glare and how he couldn’t take his eyes off Lance’s frame. Sure, they hated each other and were rivals in every essence of the word now, but who said Lance couldn’t have a little fun with it?

It wasn’t the only time that they had seen each other since the Garrison. They spent a couple of more days at the Hong Kong Shatterdome, and when Allura took to hanging out with Shiro, Lance and Keith had no other option than to be around each other too.

It worked out, mainly because of how much Allura berated and begged Lance into being nice to him so she could talk to Shiro. He listened to her, only because she was his best friend and loving co-pilot, so when they all went out to a dive bar where no one would recognize them to celebrate, Lance called for a truce.

“I’m just saying,” Lance’s voice was a little too loud because of the last couple beers he’d had. “This is stupid. You’re stupid.”

“Wow,” Keith had crossed his arms over his broad chest. “What a great way to talk to someone you want to be friends with. Really, has anyone ever told you how good you are with people?”

Lance scowled at him, “I’m not giving up.”

The other man had shrugged, “Whatever, Lance.”

After that night, things between them became a little better in terms of the limited amount of times they had to deal with each other. There were only a handful of times and places where they were deployed to fight together, and even fewer times where they got to see each other outside of the Jaegers and the Shatterdomes.

Which is right about the time that Lance developed a huge fucking crush on Keith. In all actuality, it hadn’t developed—Lance had finally become aware of it.

He had been working on a plan to get Keith to start talking to him again. In fact, Allura was even talking to Shiro, which was good for him too. If Allura could get Shiro on their side, then they would all four have to spend time together and—

Then the accident happened.

Black Paladin was deployed to defend Hong Kong from a supposed Cat 2 Kaiju, codename Knifehead. They were already sent out to meet Knifehead in battle when the Marshall and techs realized that the Kaiju wasn’t a Cat 2—it had been the first ever Cat 3.

And Black Paladin was unprepared for it.

Lance can still remember watching the video feed of it the next day. Seeing Knifehead tear off their Jaeger’s arm, then, completely rip out the right side of the Jaeger—Lance thought he was going to be sick while watching it.

Sunshine Riptide hadn’t been close enough to help. Even if they had been deployed at the same time, there wasn’t anything that they could have done.

That morning, Lance and Allura had received the report at the L.A. Shatterdome. Shiro was dead, and Keith—Keith was in a coma. He had killed the Kaiju on his own, controlling the Jaeger by himself, and effectively killing his brain with the amount of strain on the neural bridge. He had even gotten the Jaeger back to the coast on his own, lasting almost a full hour in battle by himself.

It made sense that they thought he wouldn’t make it.

So Lance and Allura—they didn’t know what to do. It was like their world had been ripped away from them. Black Paladin—Shiro and Keith—they had been the strongest and most successful Jaeger pilots ever.

And the Kaiju had taken them away. Just like that.

In the time that Keith was in a coma, there was another Kaiju attack, another Cat 3 along the coast of California. Allura and Lance had begged the Marshall to deploy them, and when they went, they were both so angry that they ripped the Kaiju to shreds, hoping every last helicopter got it on camera so it would play it, as if it would justify all the wrongs the Kaiju had already done to them.

It hadn’t.

Lance and Allura did their best to deal with it. Allura was so sad, and Lance was practically distraught. When they drank too much one night and stumbled into bed together, Lance didn’t regret it because at least he had felt something for a little while.

A few weeks later, Keith surprisingly woke up from his coma, but before Lance and Allura could get over to Hong Kong to visit, he left the hospital, left the Shatterdome, and disappeared without a trace.

And it’s been three years since.

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Gallery – Half Hour Sketches 31 to 60

From last year, the second set of thirty daily/half hour sketches. Do you have any favorites?

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Story Seed #45 A Bad Seed Blooms

Karren was always a difficult child. Demanding, clingy, prone to throwing tantrums when she didn’t get her way. Dealing with her on a daily basis was enough to convince her parents that they didn’t want to have another child. Yes she was often charming. Yes she was usually very entertaining and she could seem very loving but, damn, she was awfully narcissistic.

When Karren was eight, her mother became pregnant (their contraception method failed) and her parents decided that they’d keep the baby. Karren would adapt, she’d have to. Right? And for a while it seemed like Karren would. She was delighted by the idea of having a sibling. She had fun playing nursemaid and helper to her mother and she revelled in the appreciation that her parents showed her for her new attitude.

The baby came, a little sister. Karren played doting big sister, giving cuddles, helping with bottles and rocking her to sleep. But, her parents had less attention for her and got crankier form lack of sleep, the old Karren resurfaced. She was jealous of the baby, angry that it just wouldn’t behave. Her play became meaner and rougher. One morning her mother caught her holding a pillow over the baby’s face. She wasn’t trying to kill the baby, she was just trying to make it stop crying, she didn’t know what she was doing, did she?

Her parents made arrangements to send Karren to a boarding school. Until she could depart her parents never left her alone with the baby and they locked her room at night.

Two days before Karren was to depart her mother took her and the baby to run errands. Karren had been behaving. She seemed contrite. Maybe safe? As they returned to the house their car was blocked in by a pair of black SUVs and armed men pulled them from the vehicle.

Karren’s parents were comfortably upper middle class. Karren’s grandfather, her father’s father, was rich and had made a lot of enemies getting that way. The kidnappers were in the employ of a Russian gangster that Grandfather had doublecrossed.

Karren, her mother and her little sister are taken to a remote location. Karen’s mother is forced to record a ransom plea. Karren pouts, Karren yells, Karren is not a cooperative hostage. The kidnappers beat her, tie her up, cut off one of her little fingers and send it with the ransom demand.

Karren’s father is in shock and desperate. Grandfather is disappointed. His son was always a weak thing. Grandfather harrumphs and takes charge. He has his security chief put together a team to rescue the kidnapped mother and her girls. But Grandfather didn’t get rich by giving a shit about anyone but himself. The team is to rescue the family if it’s convenient but it’s more important to him that they kill as many of the Russians as they can. The “girls” are expendable.

And Karren? Karren is very, very mad. Her parents could be boring. Her parents could be strict. Her parents often spoiled her fun. But they’d never hit her. They’d never hurt her. And now these smelly men have dared to hurt HER and threaten HER mother and HER little sister?

Karren is clever. Karren will get out of her bounds. Karren will make them all very, very sorry.

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I am behind on my newsletters. I have a virtual stack of them waiting to be read and, at the moment, I can’t remember which ones I’ve already recommended. So this week I’m recommending a youtube channel: Cartoonist Kayfabe. Jim Rugg and Ed Piskor are veteran comics creators and they regular post a lot of videos about comics. I’ll let them introduce themselves –

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I don’t have heroes. When I was a kid I kept discovering that the folks my history classes promoted as role models were often pretty horrible people. Even the ones the weren’t horrible were usually … human. That is, they weren’t necessarily nice, they weren’t always faithful and they often did things that were sloppy and stupid. As a kid, I was looking for perfect heroes to model myself after and real humans just kept failing provide me with the examples I wanted.

As I grew up I came to admire the people who stood up, who took action to make the world a better place, regardless of whether they were also shitty spouses, terrible parents or lousy friend. Rather, I’ve learned to admire the noble actions they took and accept that the rest of their lives and behaviors were probably pretty messy.

I’ve been following and reading Warren Ellis‘s work since I encountered his columns at 9th Art back in the 90s. I posted some art in the Remake/Remodel challenges in the FreakAngels forums. I found a lot of interesting newsletters (and was inspired to do this one) because he recommended them.  I don’t get many regular comics these days but I did pay attention to what he had coming out next. I mostly heard about that when I read his latest newsletter. I only heard about the controversy when he posted his last one. This essay gives the pertinent details with links to more info.

Of all the bad actors who have come in to light in the last few years, Ellis is the first one whose work really matters to me. After a few days passage I’m still … I don’t know. I believe the women. You don’t get 30 or more artists to agree on something unless there is truth there. And they’ve got the emails. (And being a whistleblower is never about money unless you’re already rich and famous. Being a poor whistleblower means you, at best, become a famous and poor whistleblower. Anyone who thinks that someone calls out injustice for fame and glory and wealth is someone who doesn’t actually care about injustice.)

I admire his work. I’m sorry he’s behaved poorly and kind of relieved that he didn’t behave worse. I sympathize more with the women who had to put up with his shit than with him for what’s happening now. What struck me, in his statement, was this –

“I have never considered myself famous or powerful, to the point where I’ve made a lot of bad jokes about it for twenty-odd years.”

  It’s a reminder to me that our perceptions of ourselves are often off the mark. You might think that someone in Ellis’ position, who has had the accomplishments and influence that he’s had, would have a better perception of his place in the world. But most of us don’t. Most of us hear our internal dialogues, our fears and our doubts, much louder than the feedback we get from the outside. We rarely perceive ourselves accurately. 

It’s a reminder that I/we have much more power in the world than I/we think I/we do. It’s a reminder to be more aware, to think before speaking and acting. It’s a reminder to talk more about perceptions and expectations even when doing that seems like it’s going to kill the flow of an interaction. I may think things are hunky dory but the person I’m with might just be being polite. 

I don’t think I’m currently in a position of power. In previous jobs I have been a supervisor and an assistant manager and a manager. As I moved up in responsibility I became conscious of having a responsibility to model “professional” behavior. Getting wasted and flirting with one’s coworkers isn’t a good look for the boss. Now I’m just one mail carrier in a station of about a hundred other carriers. I go to work. I don’t really socialize. I just want to put the hours in so I can get paid and go home and draw. Do I have power? Of course I do. I’m an older white guy who, to the new hires at least, probably seems like I’ve been around forever. Postal carriers have a union. Carriers advance by seniority. There’s a culture of not ratting on your fellow carrier when they misbehave. So I maybe could fuck with the new hires and get away with it. I’m pretty sure that veteran carriers already do that.

I have gotten tired. I have withdrawn. But I’m not dead. It’s time to pay a little more attention at work and in the world. I am not a hero. But I do have power and I can take a few noble actions now and then.

Tuesday Night Party Club #25 Gallery - Half Hour Sketches 31 to 60 From last year, the second set of thirty daily/half hour sketches.

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First Strike - Cor Leonis

(This takes place during the first chapter of Born Into the Wilds. Here’s the Link to AO3.)

Cor sat near the radio set in the military issued tent, arms crossed over his chest, and frowned at nothing. It was the early hours of the morning – dawn wouldn't set in for another two hours – and something within him was too restless to let him sleep.

At this point in time he had been a military man for over half of his life and he knew to trust his gut feeling. And his gut told him that something was fishy about this whole situation.

As General of the Lucian army and Marshall in this war, it was his duty to know the finer workings of the army as a whole, and not just the Crownsguard he had direct control over, ever since Clarus stepped down to only focus on his duty as a King's Shield. He knew the people working under him and trusted them to watch his back and do what had to be done. Most of their duties fell under guarding the Citadel, the King and securing the dwindling numbers of supply lines going in and out of the Insomnia.

The last of the big divisions – and the youngest – was the Kingsglaive and at the same time they were his biggest headache. Regis had had a good idea with drafting every willing refugee into his newly built special forces, but it had the negative effect of every Lucian native commander that may have been qualified for the job refusing the post. Since the Kingsglaive was to be the only active fighting unit of the military they needed a qualified commander.

Finding Titus Drautos for the job had been a stroke of luck.

The Captain was half Galahdian, half something else that apparently didn't matter because he carried a Galahdian name and had managed to nearly single handedly guide a group of refugees into the city. They had been part of the last wave that had been allowed into the city before the borders had been closed for good.

Cor still remembered how the slightly younger man had looked then. Dirty, emaciated, but his eyes had burned with a fire that still managed to impress him to this day. And that ragged, wilful young man had flown through base training with a discipline that had amazed everybody. He had earned himself the trust of the Galahdians and that small handful of other refugees that made up the newly formed Kingsglaive and had been made their captain.

However, there was something that didn't sit well with Cor. No matter how he trusted Titus and his capabilities as a captain. And that was why he sat here tonight.

Everybody higher up in the food chain of the military that had to deal with happenings outside the protective embrace of the wall had their informants. Most of them were members of the Border-patrol. Cor's own network spanned a bit farther since he had been part of then Prince Regis' entourage on his journey to Altissia, but it had nothing on the assumed vastness of Titus'.

It was mostly guesswork on Cor's part, which was why he never breathed a word on it to anybody. In their current situation they didn't need infighting on top of everything else. However, it was disconcerting that he couldn't even begin to guess where some of Titus' information was coming from. It didn't happen often, now far less than at the beginning.

Maybe that was why it was bothering him so much. That or hurt pride, but he thought he knew himself well enough to recognize the signs of it.

When he had heard about this truly reckless and stupid plan of Titus' to infiltrate a newly built Niflheimr base, because an informant of his had made allusions to plans of some kind of magic suppressing technology, all alarm bells had gone off in his head.

He didn't know what had been said in the meeting to convince Regis of this plan and he still wasn't happy about that, but it was no use to cry over spilt milk. Instead he did as he always had since he had become part of the Crownsguard at age 14: he rolled with the punches and made his own plans.

Currently he was on a military exercise drilling his forces in guerrilla warfare in mountainous terrain, that just so happened to be relatively close to the new base. Clarus had stared at him as if he knew exactly what Cor was doing. Cor himself had all but dared Clarus to breathe a word about this.

The steady light of the lantern next to the radio station on the table burned in his eyes. Cor blinked. He checked his watch and then turned the radio on.

The reception was strangely spotty even after he fiddled with the buttons and switches. He cursed quietly. There was a reason he wasn't a radio operator. There was a whirring sound, more static, a click. Then a voice he could identify as Lazarus: “On my mark.”

He listened to the chatter as best as he could. Which was not very well, but he might have learned a new Galahdian swear word or two.

Another person stepped into the tent. Quiet steps drew near over the rocky ground of the haven and a hand pushed his away from the radio set.

“Didn't we say you would keep your hands to yourself when it comes to the radios, Marshal?” asked Dustin with a grin on his face.

Cor just raised an eyebrow and gave him an even stare until his friend and subordinate huffed a quiet laugh and set a cup of coffee down in front of him.

“Here you go, Marshal.”

“Thank you, Dustin.”

Cor hummed in appreciation as he took a sip. Dustin was the only one he knew that somehow managed to make their military issued coffee into something palatable.

“I knew this was one of your gut feelings,” stated Dustin. “Those are the only times you pull something like this.”

Taking another sip of his coffee Cor watched as the other man dragged another chair over and started to fiddle with the radio. Slowly the voices grew clearer and the static less.

“I knew why I made you come,” he said instead of answering the unasked question.

Dustin threw him a reproachful stare that Cor returned without blinking. He had been at the receiving end of Regis', Clarus' and Cid's stares combined; he had grown immune to them a long time ago. Dustin knew that, too, and instead of saying anything else, simply leaned back in his chair, sipping at his own coffee. The two of them listened in silence as the Kingsglaives voices drifted through the tent.

Everything seemed to be going fine. Until Glaive Khara's voice crackled through the speakers.

“Luche, call the Captain, now! We need an extraction team and Kresch won’t be enough.”

“That will take more time than we might have.”

“I don’t fucking care. Do it. I hope to the ancestors that Drautos has a good explanation for this fuck up. Otherwise I’ll haunt him from beyond the gate.”

Cor didn't jump up or curse, even when he wanted to. Instead he went completely still. His gut feeling had been right. Again. Carefully he set his coffee cup down and turned towards Dustin who now wasn't the amiable friend sitting next to him, but his subordinate awaiting his orders. They listened for another few seconds.

“Go wake the others. We'll be on the move in ten.”

With a sharp salute Ser Ackers left the tent and not half a minute later the siren sounded. The radio gave a sharp whine and then the connection broke. Cor hissed and turned it off before leaving the tent. He walked towards the edge of the haven they were using as their base and stared into the darkness. It wouldn't be too long now, until the sun rose, which was lucky because the deamons could make their advance stop in its tracks, if they weren't careful.

Behind him he could hear people cursing and yelling while they tried to find out what was going on.

An hour, Titus had said over the radio. How was he planning to manage that when he was supposed to be in Insomnia? The Crown City was half a days ride away, if one drove without break. It could be done, if one went by airship. The thought made something heavy settle in his stomach.

Dustin Ackers stepped up next to him. “Marshal, we're ready to go.”

The drive took a little over an hour. Under better circumstances they could have made it in maybe 45 minutes, but they had to maneuver around a newly emerged daemon nest. Cor's face was a thunder cloud.

First light was a silvery wisp on the horizon when they drew to a halt, their vans hidden in a small group of trees. Cor could hear the sounds of firing guns the moment he stepped out of the van before it had truly stopped. He could practically feel Dustin’s disapproving gaze drilling into his back. Cor didn’t care.

It didn’t take long for him to organize the people he had taken with him. He had trained every single one of them and everyone had gotten the briefing while they were on the way.

They were to clear the terrain of enemies and rescue any survivor they came across. The people organized themselves into two teams which consisted of two units each. Cor examined the happenings with a critical eye.

In front of him stood 27 people waiting for his go ahead. Not quite enough for this kind of clean up and rescue but it would have to do.

“This is not an ordinary rescue mission,” Cor started, his voice hard and cutting. All eyes were on him. “Be careful out there; since the enemy managed to block communications the others cannot come to help you fast enough should something happen.” His gaze grew more stern than cold for a moment. None of the people in front of him showed any sign of hesitation. “Go, and may Bahamut guide you.”

At the beginning of his little guerilla exercise he had divided the four squads he had managed to take with him, into two teams. Team Steel consisting of Squads Shinryu and Almasy, and Team Wire consisting of Squads Qun'mi and Rui. The only squad at full capacity he had managed to take was the Shinryu Squad. The other three lacked either members due to sickness, injury or death in the field.

Now Cor himself lead Team Steel towards the sounds of fighting and Ser Ackers lead Team Wire towards the Base to stake out the situation there. Squad Rui was also to acquire all information they could from the Niflheimr network before the connection was cut, if it wasn't already.

They found what was left of Kresch Unit entrenched in a group of trees that grew on a small hill. Smart decision. Without prompting the two Squads with him split up, Shinryu for a frontal attack and Almasy slunk off into the undergrowth to get rid of the snipers and the commander, if there was one. Cor himself summoned his sword from the armiger; he could feel a strange resistance when he did so but ignored that for now, and charged at the MT trying to attack Squad Shinryu from behind. A few seconds later the rest of Kresch Unit joined the fray.

The fight was over within 20 minutes with only one causality on his side.

“You're damn late,” he heard someone grouch. Judging from the voice it probably was Sir Ostium.

“I apologize, Sir Ostium, but we had to pick our way around a deamon's nest on our way here. I hope our service was to your satisfaction,” Cor said in an even deadpan.

“General!” the Glaive cried, his eyes growing comically large.

Cor suppressed a smile, his face settling into a dark frown. “We must make haste. Sir Bellum, tell me what you can about the situation on the base while we get there. Squad Alamy will stay here and take care of the people too injured to fight.”

“Ser!”

Sir Bellum stepped forward with a sharp salute. The Glaive was pale, sure signs that magical exhaustion wasn't far away, and covered in cuts and bruises, but seemed fine otherwise.

All in all there were eleven people left able to fight. Cor nodded, satisfied. Together with Team Wire they should hopefully be enough.

“Units Roh and Firn are sitting fr... ducks,” stated Sir Bellum while they jogged through the trees at a brisk pace. “It was a trap. According to Sir Lazarus, General Ulldor is here and set the whole thing up. He couldn't tell me how many there were exactly before the connection was cut, but he said there were more than Captain Drautos reported.”

Not enough. That was not enough information. Cor hoped that Team Wire had been able to find out more.

Dustin Ackers was waiting for them by the entrance gate. A broken down MA Veles laid near it in a crumpled heap along with a squad of magitek soldiers.

“Report,” Cor barked the moment they arrived.

“The base is empty with the exception of the drill ground. It's been closed off and until now we haven't been able to get in. Squad Qun'mi is currently trying to hack into the electronics to open the gates. There is some kind of shooting mechanism that goes off when you try to climb over the wall. Three people have been shot, but luckily no one has died yet.”

Cor frowned in discontent. Behind them people were cursing. Sir Ostium being amongst the loudest.

“Ser Ackers!” called a young woman, running up to them. Her name was Energa Curro, the youngest and newest member of Squad Qun'mi and a budding stealth specialist. She skidded to a halt the moment she saw Cor and saluted. “Marshal! We have managed to hack the gates. Waiting for further instructions, Ser.”

The Marshal's long legs practically ate the distance towards the drill ground. “Squad Qun'mi will secure the gate and take out the automatic shooting system. Rui will continue with securing what information they can. Shinryu and and Kresch will follow me in the assault. Concentrate on the heavy hitters first.”

They arrived at the gate and Cor gave the order to open it. Sir Ostium was the first person through. The situation on the drill ground was a strange one. The enemy had been eliminated entirely, with no hint towards if General Ulldor was still on the premises.

With sharp eyes Cor took in his surroundings. Black marks, some still smoking, were littered around him, the highest number being situated around a cluster of Glaives surrounded by a staggering number of fallen enemies. There were MT torn limb from limb, twisted metal everywhere and the heavy smell of ozone in the air.

He stepped further inside, ignoring the loud questions of Sir Ostium and Sir Lazarus' attempts to calm him down.

There, at the heart of destruction, in a circle of fallen MT and MA Veles, laid Sir Ulric, clearly injured, and being supported by Sir Khara and Sir Arra. Startling greyish blue eyes caught his. For some reason they reminded him of a lightning storm. Sir Ulric threw him a feral smile, all bloody teeth and cutting edges. Cor couldn't really say why, but to him it looked like a promise.

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Today I am going to talk about two things that are really close to my heart but firstly I want to apologise for posting after such a long time. I am still getting hang of things and trying to find my footing in the world of blogging while trying not to overthink every post I try to write. Moving on, the two things I am about to talk about are not just close to my heart but they made me into who I am as a person today. Lupus and Books.

I was barely a teenager when I was diagnosed with the Lupus and this is 2003 december that I am talking about. 27th December if we want to be precise. Internet was not what it is now. Not many people were aware of the disease. Hell, no one had heard the name of this disease. We hadn’t. The doctors barely knew about how to treat this. Even with today’s technology and awareness there are patients out there who are either misdiagnosed or not treated with the right medication so you can imagine how it was around 15 years ago.

I remember it so vividly. We had a school trip to Jaipur in November first week and it had been the best trip of my life and I was still on a high from that trip when I developed a fever. Obviously no one took it seriously thinking I over exerted or maybe it was a viral but it wouldn’t go down so all the routine check ups were done and all my bloods were clear. No one knew what was happening. For over a month I had this fever which just came down suddenly. It was gone and I was back to school thanking my stars and catching up with friends. Who was crushing on whom? Bunking classes to prepare a dance performance, entering my name in all curricular activities I could get my hands on. This 12 year old Sana loved school. She would reach half an hour early just so she could hang out with her friends and chill. This is the same Sana who loves sleep and would actually marry a bed if she could.

Unfortunately that spell of good health broke and I had two really swollen joints. I could barely move my hand. My wrist was twice its size which is when my pediatrician suggested I need to go to a doctor who was good at diagnosing stuff because she thought it was a multiple organ disease and she didn’t want to treat me for the wrong ailment. Everyone just assumed it was arthritis considering my mom and Nani both had this disease but we waited for the test results impatiently. I wanted to get back to my normal life and be rid of the pain. Christmas was coming and I was not going to miss the celebrations at school. I wanted to part of the show children were putting on. My parents on the other hand were thinking about the long term effect this was going to have on me. The over excited 12 year old hadn’t really grasped at the fact that this was going to be a long term disease. A chronic illness, a term I had never even heard.

Long story short I was diagnosed with Lupus and my world turned upside down(Lupus in simplest of simplest explanation is your immunity attacking your body instead of protecting you for those who don’t know about it and want to know more please feel free to message me on Insta or twitter. Both links are at the bottom of the page) I didn’t realise the gravity of the situation until much later which I am thankful for because otherwise I would have been a wreck. I didn’t have a phone and google on my fingertips to tell me the worst case scenarios. When I actually sit down and think about that time I don’t think I really understood what was happening and was taking one day at a time. This sana was hopeful and always smiling. Bright ray of sunshine no matter what. Everyone thinks I am brave because of how dealt with it all when in reality I was a really confused kid.

One of the medications given to treat lupus is steroids. It kills your immunity so it doesn’t attack your body but it is also leaving you vulnerable to getting anything and everything which is why I had to stay at home for six months. It wasn’t a suggestion. It was an order from doctor and something my parents refused to contradict. Doc’s word is the law in my house. She is basically my second mom.  What steroid also does is that you gain weight. You are hungry all the fucking time and then you gain weight. I gained around 15-20 kgs and I had to sneak out and go to the medical room to have a midday meal. It also damages your bones. Basically part of your bones stop receiving blood and because of that there are dead patches in the bones. It usually happens after a really long term use of steroids but I got it within like six months.

My friends who had last seen me in November were in shock. Some people didn’t even recognize me. I went from 45 kgs to 60 and I was in crutches. I wasn’t the active girl anymore, dancing and volunteering or even talking. I had gone into my shell and no one tried to even understand what I was going through. I was an outsider. Alone. No one wanted to hangout with me and that was a new experience for me. Unknown territory. I had always been confident person but after everything I had become shy and nervous and the friends I had didn’t really make an effort to be my friends.

That one day changed everything. I used to read before that but never seriously. It was rare and it was just harry potter. My mom noticed this change in me and we had a talk about everything. I told her how the best friends had vanished. Everyone had vanished. It had reached the level where I used to eat alone during lunch in an empty classroom because everyone went out and I couldn’t climb down two floors with crutches throughout the day.

My mom just told me to read more. She told me people are going to come and leave specially with me because of my issues but books? There are always going to be books around. They will never leave you. You can take them with you wherever you want and those words kind of just hit a mark. This is when I actually started reading. I talked to my librarian at school and when I couldn’t go in for a long spell my mom would go and collect a bunch of books for me to read while I was stuck in bed.

That was just the beginning of reading books obsessively (I remember staying up during my 12th board exam to finish reading twilight. Don’t give me that look! We have all been into the twilight hole). I would read every second I could get. It was an escape I hadn’t realized I needed. I could be in Hogwarts while I was hospitalized? How could it get any better, right? I found a passion in something I didn’t ever think was for me and I owe it to not only my mom but also my English teacher I had at that time. She was always encouraging when it came down to reading and writing. Yes, the books lead me to writing opening another whole new world for me that I didn’t know existed. I was talking to people from around the world. Finally people who were there. They weren’t judging me or starting rumours about how I am faking it all for attention or telling me I was depressing. Yes, someone told me that. A school friend. Someone I considered a really close friend of mine. I think we were around 24 and she said we don’t invite you to things because talking to you is depressing and we wanted to enjoy ourselves. Again, proving that books were more loyal than humans. Actually they are better than humans. Period.

I know its difficult to be friends with someone who is always cancelling plans or cant go out and asks the other person to come over. Sometimes they are bitchy too but can you blame them? They are fighting a battle with their own body every single fucking. Can you blame me?  Everyone you meet always says they understand but they truly don’t because by the time they understand they are already running away in the opposite direction.

Books don’t run away to begin with, they take you not just around the world but to worlds that don’t exists. To universe that is so vast and to make you dream. Books dare you to dream, they give you hope,too. For a better tomorrow. Tomorrow is another day. Am I right or am I right?

Pick up a book and show it some love guys. If you don’t enjoy reading then you just haven’t found your book. Just don’t ever stop looking!

Happy book hunting!

Sana

My Love Affair with Books Today I am going to talk about two things that are really close to my heart but firstly I want to apologise for posting after such a long time.

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Congratulations Juliet! You have been accepted for the role of The Wallflower with the faceclaim Lisa Teige. Please be sure to check out the accepted applicants checklist! Also be sure send us a link to your blog within the next twenty-four hours. Welcome to St. Augustine!

OUT OF CHARACTER Name/alias: Juliet Age (18+): 25💀 Gender/Preferred pronouns: She/Her Timezone: EST 

IN CHARACTER Desired Skeleton: The Wallflower Character Name: Elizabeth “Lizzie” Bright Age (18+): 19 Gender/Pronouns: Cis-Female, She/her Desired Faceclaim: Lisa Teige Hometown: Bristol, UK (England) Major: Photography (Art) with a Psychology minor. Character blurb: Lizzie Bright is not a girl you notice right away. In fact, you may not even notice her at all, but she has surely noticed you. She sees everything, hidden in plain sight, like a shadow in faded light. The unlit corners of a crowded room call to her like a comforting hug, shielding her into obscurity. The whites of her eyes search for answers to questions she has never spoken aloud. You can never tell what she’s thinking; her face is always hidden behind a curtain of auburn hair. She stands with hunched shoulders, as though trying to crawl into herself until she morphs into something bold and beautiful. She is a wallflower–but make no mistake: just because you can’t see her, doesn’t mean she can’t see you.

Developed Head Canons: 1) SHE IS NEVER WITHOUT HER CAMERA. Wherever she goes, her Canon DSLR is surely with her. There is so much beauty in the world, *so* much that that she can’t appreciate it all the first time around. To be able to experience special moments more than once is nothing short of a gift–except for that night at the bonfire last year. The photos on her memory card show some things she would rather forget, and yet she can’t gather up the courage to delete them. That would require her to look at them, and that is the last night she wants to relive. What would happen to her if someone discovered she had them? She never wishes to find out.

2) SHE HAD A CRUSH ON THE GOOD SAMARITAN. Freddie Wells was everything she was not: funny, smart, chivalrous, valiant. He was magnetic; she had been drawn to him ever since they met. She never felt nervous around him like she did with everyone else. Over time, her safety blanket changed from the safety of the shadows to the guiding light of his smile. He gave her the courage to stand up straight, to laugh out loud, to be herself in the face of adversity. If only he had given her enough courage for her to confess her feelings to him. Last year, he had been her strength, and now he was gone, she had never felt so weak.

3) SHE HAS A DUSTY-PINK SUEDE DIARY, and it holds all of her secrets. Everything she sees, everything that plagues her, she writes down. It is a place where she can safely express the words that threaten to spill from her lips. Here, she is not frightened of the consequences of her silence, for the lined pages are filled to the brim with her confessions. Her guilt leaks from her gel pens and her gray eyes onto the paper, and sometimes it feels like the only way she can hold it all together. If someone were to breach her trust, to read her private words so carelessly, she wouldn’t be able to handle being so bare and exposed–not to mention, she would have a lot of explaining to do.

4) SHE PLAYED SOFTBALL FOR TEN YEARS. As a child, she was terrible uncoordinated, constantly tripping over her own feet. Had her mother been around, she might have decided to enroll her daughter in dance classes, but she had left when Lizzie was still a toddler. Instead, her father signed her up for the community softball team he coached. She fell in love with the feeling of worn leather against her palm, and the rush of a victory after long, strenuous hours of practicing. Up until the day she died, she played as hard as she could to make him proud. He passed away when she was sixteen due to a heart attack; she hasn’t picked up her glove since. 5) SHE GREW UP IN HER FATHER’S CANDY SHOP, in what could be considered every child’s dream. Her father’s inherited business boomed, allowing them to live comfortably. Despite their wealth, they lived far below their means. Her father, having grown up below the poverty line, taught her to be grateful for what she had. He would spend his mornings in meetings, developing new technology and speaking of aerodynamics, modeling and wind tunnels. By the time Lizzie got back from school, he would switch out his suit and tie for an apron and be ready to hand her a scoop of her favorite ice cream—chocolate chip cookie dough—with a smile. It wasn’t until the business was sold after her father’s death that she realized how successful he had been.

6) SHE DOESN’T CARE MUCH ABOUT HER APPEARANCE. Lizzie has never been one to be interested in fashion. Growing up with a single father, she became much more enraptured with sports than style rules in a fashion magazine. Her closet ranges from athletic-leisure wear, to an abundance of soft cotton tees and worn denim jeans. Her dresser is filled to the brim with leggings, hooded sweatshirts, and sweatpants. Only in the back of her closet will you find a dress (worn once, for a wedding) or a pair of heels (for the same aforementioned wedding—her father’s, to her stepmother). She has the money to shop at high-end stores, but sees no reason to. Her underwear comes in six-packs, and she wears primarily comfortable t-shirt bras. She always has a flannel tied around her waist. Her long, wavy auburn hair drapes over her shoulders like a security blanket, or gets hidden beneath a beanie or a wide-brimmed cap. Her only fashion rule: comfort always takes priority over style.

Writing Sample:

10:00 PM “What’s this?” Lizzie took the red solo cup from Fred’s offering hands and gave it a quick sniff. “It’s Peach Schnapps,” he said with a smile. “It’s sweet, you’ll like it. Trust me.” She took an experimental sip from the plastic cup before letting out a surprised hum. “Hey, that’s not bad!” She gave the cup a quizzical glance. “Told you.” His smile warmed her from the inside-out, in more ways than the flickering bonfire in front of them ever could. It was the very same smile she was met with in September, the one that made her heart speed up at the sight of him. Maybe this liquid courage would be just what she needed. Maybe she would finally work up the guts to tell him how she felt. She took another sip from the cup, heartier this time, and looked over at her second-year friend. Freddie was already handsome, but in the glow of the licking flames, he was simply incandescent. Yes, she would tell him tonight.

11:15 PM Lizzie had never felt so free. The alcohol that flowed in her cup gave her the bravery to be who she always wanted. It was the push she needed to be her true self, impenetrable to judging gazes and bitter words. Her cheeks were flushed as red as her hair, her puffy jacket discarded and forgotten somewhere in the snow. “Peter, buzz off.” She threw her head back and laughed, giving her friend’s shoulder a playful shove. “Alright, fine. Dare me.”

12:45 PM "Hey, Peter?” Lizzie still felt warm, but slightly more sober now. She was running out of time; she needed to tell Fred how she felt about him, before her bravery shriveled up like a prune. “Have you seen Freddie?” “He walked off that way not too long ago,” he said. “Why?” “Tell you later!” She was ready running toward the gestured direction. “Thanks, bye! Wish me luck!” The brunette watched as she sprinted off into the distance. “Good … luck?”

1:15 AM “Fred!” she hissed, pinching the fabric of his wool coat with frozen fingers. “Fred, don’t!“ His valiance was no match for her; his coat ripped from her grasp as he rushed towards the lake. Her whisper was barely picked up by the wind: “Please, be careful.”

1:40 AM Everyone’s gone now. As the voices of the departing group trailed off into the distance, the howling wind surrounding her felt much too quiet. Footprints in the packed snow were the only evidence that they had even been there. Not a tree branch was out of place, not a stray twig in sight—and not one of them had even so much as glanced back as they walked away. They were all worried about themselves, what their consequences would be. And now she was all alone. You need to stand up. Lizzie inhaled deeply through dry, cracked lips, the icy breath stabbing her lungs like pointed icicles. Come on. Get up. She hadn’t realized how tightly she had curled herself into a ball until she tried to untangle her limbs. Anchoring her cold hands into the wet snow, she slowly pushed herself up to a crouch. That’s it. You can do it, Lizzie. With trembling legs, she cautiously rose to her feet, resting her hand on the rough tree bark to her right for support. Flexing her frozen fingers, she rubbed them together for warmth, cupping them over her mouth and blowing warm life into them. There you go. Baby steps.

1:42 AM The snow was stained red. In the distance, scarlet drips of Fred marked the powdery field with his memory. A wave of nausea hit her like a bullet train. She turned sharply and spilled the contents of her stomach into the base of the tree. Stiff fingers gathered her mass of auburn hair behind her head and hunched over, coughing through the burning sensation in her throat. Fred was dead.

1:43 AM He’s not coming back he’s not coming back he’s not coming back he’s— A second wave of nausea. The first time felt like an accident, but this time felt like a much-deserved punishment for her cowardice.

1:44 AM Something cold and wet hit her face. She blinked and looked up, numb. Fluffy white particles began falling from the sky. Eventually, it would cover up the very layer of snow she was standing on. The snow by the bonfire, and by the lake. Slowly, but surely, it would blanket what remained of Freddie’s memory, erasing him from existence. It would be as though he was never even there.

1:45 AM Lizzie wiped her mouth with the back of her hand with a tired sigh. After spitting one last time at the ground, she picked up her camera case from where it had fallen on the ground and pulled the strap over her shoulder. Step by step, she trudged through the snow back to her dorm, keeping her gaze firmly ahead. Just like the group before her, she would leave, and never look back.

Other: Pinterest Board: https://www.pinterest.com/donutcryforme/ch-elizabeth-bright-the-wallflower/ Mock Blog: http://www.elizabethwallflower.tumblr.com

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My Top Posts in 2021

#5

Show me a member of the Elite who ISN’T a himbo. I dare you!

86 notes • Posted 2021-11-21 00:25:50 GMT

#4

Hey, love your blog so much!! Just wondering if I could request either oneshot or headcannon (Sorry I’m way too indecisive to try and pick one) with Roman Reigns x male reader. Reigns would be readers first bf, and be really overprotective and loving of him. Thanks 😊

AN: Thank you dear! It always makes me so happy to hear people like my works💗I hope you like it.

Warnings: Some Nsfw themes

Roman Reigns x Male reader Headcanons

Roman is so god damn sweet with you.

Especially with him being your first boyfriend.

He is supper into cuddling.

He can be the little or big spoon.

Sometimes he likes to hold you close to his chest

Other times he’ll lay with his head on your lap so you can play with his hair.

Over protective as fuck

If anyone makes a snarky comment he’ll take you and reassure you of any/everything.

Of course later he finds the person and ‘chats’ with them. 

Roman is a hopeless romantic.

Candle light dinners.

Romantic walks though the park to look at the stars

Long romantic vacations

He has the money so he will spoil you rotten

You don’t get a say in that

With him being your first boyfriend he helps you learn about sex.

Roman is a Dom. No question on that

But he can be as soft or rough as you want.

He definitely has a daddy kink

And loves to call you baby boy.

He made your first time together beautiful

Probably took you in a trip to a beach somewhere

The day leading up was spent doing plenty of fun things, before he takes you to a romantic dinner

He brings you back to the room and he had everything perfect.

Rose petals, candles, low lights. The whole shebang.

It’s slow and he told you how handsome you were the whole time.

After, he gets a bath for you both.

After care is always important to him

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Let me know if you want to be added!

87 notes • Posted 2021-06-11 05:36:56 GMT

#3

I’m not trying to be funny or even defend Karl Anderson, but what happened?

Let’s start with, I won’t say ‘the less serious issue’ but more of ‘a lesser of two evils’. His wife went on Twitter to say she caught him cheating on her, that his phone accidentally called her at 3am and she could here girls laughing in the background. She also stated that he’s left for 3 days at a time and she would know where he was. A link to that can be found here

Now for the second thing, and in my opinion the worse thing. As you may have heard, Daffney Unger sadly committed suicide last night/some time this morning. Last night fans got worried watching an Instagram live of her, and no one could get ahold of her all night. After this happened WWE offered mental health help to any of their wrestlers/staff who may need it, and Anderson was essentially making fun of it. He basically turned in into an other AEW vs WWE thing. Fans have called him out about it and he’s gone on to just call them ‘marks’ and tell them to fuck off. He took an extremely serious issue and made fun of it, and I will never be ok with someone who does that.

93 notes • Posted 2021-09-03 03:40:43 GMT

#2

Roman Reigns #51

Prompt: I love how your body loses control when you cum

“Come on babygirl, I know you’ve got one more in you.” Roman grunted out, slamming into you. His hands were pinning your hips to the bed so you couldn’t jerk around.

“I- I cant.” You gasped, overstimulation bringing tears to your eyes. You had already cum 3 times that night.

“Please baby, just one more. I love how your body losses control when you cum.” He whispered in your ear. His hand moved down a bit to rub small circles on your clit. “Now cum.”

The knots finally snapped, and you cried out as your whole body spasmed. You felt Roman finally cum, letting his head fall to the bed next to yours.

“See babygirl, I told you you could do it.”

100 notes • Posted 2021-07-17 05:00:04 GMT

#1

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Contestshipping Review - Part Twelve - Rhapsody in Drew

Previous

Next

Index

-The Title-

I know this sounds stupid but I still have pronounce it. Let me take a moment while i try to figure out how to pronounce it and whatever the fuck it means.

I'll do it later though.

Somebody help me.

-Episode Link-

It's not from the usual YouTube channel I link becuase they didn't post this one episode.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Co0I9PFxR0

-The Review-

0:00

So the episode starts out with explaining what happens in the last one, exposition of course. I've said before that I wouldn't give exposition for previous episodes becuase I want people to read the other review.

Greedy aren't I?

0:34

Different YouTuber might add full theme song!!!

Never mind they didn't even start it they just cut to the title card...

Wait Ash reads out the titles now I can finally figure out how to pronounce rhapsody!

"RAP-SOD-EE"

K then.

0:40

Episode starts off with last episode, they began the battle. May is using Bulbasour and Beautifly and Harley is using Cacturn and Benett. It starts off with Benett using screech, which badly hurts May's Pokemon's ears, getting them distracted so that Harley can attempt to use another attack. Cacturn uses Bullet-Seed, and Beautifly and Bulbasour frantically try to dodge although being right inside of the attack. May looses points, but then Bulbasour uses vinewhip. Harley's Pokemon both try to dodge, but the vinewhip followed them and tied both Benett, and Cacturn's foot. Bulbasour kept them in the air while Beautifly used Silver Wind . Harley lost points.

1:30

His fists are all balled up in this childish rage.

Sometimes people forget that these characters are still only ten-years-old.

1:36

Back to the battle.

Bulbasour releases Cacturn and Benett from vinewhip and does so in a way that they both go spinning through the air. While they are spinning, May wills Beautifly to use silver wind on them again which makes them spin much faster now. Harley's points drop below halfway. Cacturn and Benett finally snap out of it. May's Bulbasour tries using vinewhip but now they he is able to Harley's Benett was able to use torment, which got May's Bulbasour to back off being the fragile little petal he is. Cacturn then tries using pin missile, but Beautifly gets Bulbasour to get in her back. Now Beautifly and Bulbasour both have a height advantage. Benett shoots Will-O-Wisp at them. They both get hit but Bulbasour didn't fall off. Bulbasour lets out a Petal Dance which destroys the Will-O-Wisp and becuase petal dance is the all too perfect attack that everybody loves too much apparently Lilian congratulates the Petal dance. Harley looses...  A LOT of points. Cacturn uses Pin Missile, I'm not sure sure what it did becuase all of the petals are still there there is just a bunch of smoke. Beautifly and Bulbasour fly right through the smoke over to Cacturn and Benett, this shocks Harley and so May uses a combination of Silver wind and Razor Leaf. It's a direct hit, and Harley looses ALL OF HIS POINTS.

4:10

May wins the battle here. Just thought I should add a timestamp to this.

4:27

Harley leaves the arena to leave backstage and passes Drew as he walks.

Harley: I'm sure that you're happy I lost, aren't you?

Drew: Not true, May was just better today.

Harley: At least I can be honest about it. I'll love watching both of you two lose. :walks off:

Drew wasn't exactly aiming against Harley, he was just waiting for a fair fight, carefully watching to see if Harley would try to cheat in order to get May to lose the Grand Festival. Drew wouldn't accepted a fair fight, no matter if either of them won. I mean, if he isn't cheating how could you hate him for winning? Sure, he does hate Harley but he wasn't be mad at him for winning fair and square.

It's just good showmanship.

4:45

Now for the Team Rocket scene of the day. Most of these are just barley holding up as side-plots in the episodes I'm reviewing...

So basically Jessie is looking for who she is going to impersonate next. She finds Robert who had a Milotick and a Claydoll! Now we finally know. Roberts is around nearby and they shoot some odd contraption at him that wraps around his arm. Ash runs past and sees this. Pikachu uses thunderbolt on the rope and Robert is free... Team Rocket blasts off some other boring shit like that...

It goes on for way to lost they do their into thing and then send out there Pokemon where Robert goes on to defeat them easily and it goes on for like 4 whole minuets.

At the 7:00 mark Robert gives Ash some advice, he is actually a very nice man I wish we saw him in more then 5 episodes.

He isn't even a mean rival or anything close to that he's just a recurring background character who appeared more then Ursula who was a main Rival and showed up in the theme song, to only appear in 3 episodes.

at 7:30 Snowrunt evolves into Glalie.

I'm not time stamping this like I usually do becuase this is all just the same scene.

8:03

Jessie: (About Glalie) It's beautiful!!!

Meowth: Really?

James: Well that explains your hair style...

That was savage.

8:50

FINALLY BACK TO THE EPISODE

So there is 30 seconds left on the timer for a battle between Anthony and May. May's Pokemon are Chumbuskin and Bulbasour, and Anthony's are Gulpin and Pincer. Cumbuskin tries using peck on Gulpin, but them Pincer jumps out of Gulpin's mouth and uses its pincers to grab a hold of Chumbuskin's beak, the timer ends and although May lost some points at that she had more points than Anthony and won.

9:57

Caroline: May it looks like your opponent for the next stage had been decided!

May: Wonder who it is! :turns to the board:

It's Drew.

None of these have been random the Judges much watch all of the contests and know who knows each other and randomize it by of they know each other.

10:22

And now for May and Drew's battle.

This will be very pretty I can tell.

May sends out Skitty and Chumbuskin, and Drew sends out his Rosellia and a Flygon we've never need before in the show.

May: Looks like you've brought along a new friend, huh?

Drew: I've raised this Flygon specifically for this Festival and this Battle, May. You get to face it in it's very first appearance, May.

May: Then I guess we'll make it a pretty memorable one, right?

So basically what Drew is saying is that he raised a Vibrava to a Flygon just so that he could have it to face May specifically in the Grand Festival. He has never done this for anybody, ever, and he started with May to face her off in the Grand Festival when he couldn't even be certain that he would face her off.

I dare you to say to my face that if he didn't care at all for May, he would still do this.

11:20

And now the battle actually starts!!!

Rosellia uses petal dance and it turns into Spirals. Flygon flies through the spirals heading towards Skitty and Chumbuskin, but then Skitty uses assist and it turns into a fire spin that destroys all of the petals, but before it can hit Flygon he flies upwards out if the spiral. May tells Chumbuskin to use Sky uppercut on Flygon, but right as he was about to hit him, Flygon flew high up into the sky so that he missed. Chumbuskin fell to the ground and landed on Skitty. May tried to look upwards towards the Flygon to see how she could attack it, but it was directly in front of the sun so that she couldn't look at him directly. Flygon uses Flame thrower and Rosellia is using Solar Beam, before it hits them both Chumbuskin uses fire-spin, it holds them both back but once Chumbuskin stops the Fire-Spin it will hit both Skitty and Chumbuskin. Then, Chumbuskin puts even more power into the attack and both the Solar beam and Flamethrower disintegrate. Drew looses points and is in the lead again. Chumbuskin uses Fire-Spin again and Flygon uses Sandstorm. They both clash and both of the attacks dissapear. Skitty tries using Blizzard on Rosellia, but Rosellia then climbs onto Flygon's back to dodge.

Little Mini-Theory: Last battle May got Bulbasour onto Beautifly's back and we knew Drew was watching to Maybe he's trying to use the same tactic.

13:21

Back to battle.

Drew's dodge cost May a huge chunk of her points. Now she is under half-way while Drew is still only a quarter way down. Skitty uses assist and it turns into Vine-Whip, Chumbuskin jumps onto the vinewhip to get a boost.

Also one thing I'd like to point out is that May said "Chumbuskin use jump!" Even though that isn't an attack... but actually it is. If you've evener heard of a Magicarp you've probably heard its only move is "Splash", and when you use it Magicarp flails around and it does nothing. Some people are very confused as to how non-water type Pokemon are able to learn this worthless move, but the answer is that in Japanese the move is actually "jump".

Now that I've clarified that this is more or less a mistranslation in the anime, I will now clarify that that isn't one of Chumbuskin's moves you can jump whenever you want to in the anime becuase this includes logic online in the games.

You can also tackle if you want to.

BACK TO THE BATTLE

13:50

Once Cumbuskin is in the air about to use an attack on Flygon and Rosellia, Drew calls out for Magical-Leaf defense around Flygon, and May counters with Skitty's blizzard attack. As it is about to hit Flygon and Rosellia, Flygon uses flamethrower, in which May tells Chumbuskin to dive right inside. Now Chumbuskin, who is literally on fire, uses Sky-Uppercut, which hits Flygon and Rosellia out of the sky.

There are 30 seconds left on the clock, May tells Skitty to use tackle,a nd Chumbuskin to use quick attack. As they are charging forward, Rosellia uses Stun-Spore. It it s direct hit on both of them, and May looses even more points. While May's Pokemon are Paralyzed, Flygon uses Steel-Wing, and it is a direct hit on both of them.

15:41

The timer runs out, and Drew won.

May looks upset at first, but then smiles and looks down towards her Pokemon, who are both upset that they lost. May tells them that they were great, and then the stadium starts cheering for May, although she lost a lot in the people in the audience were still happy to have a such a great preformence from her. May and her Pokemon stand up and smile.

Also Skitty's tail dissapears for a few seconds but we'll ignore that obvious animation mistake.

16:20

Harley: What's this cheering all of the sudden??? They're cheering and she wasn't even the winner!!! Is there no justice!?!

16:34

And Then we skip to a scene were it is the final round of the Grand Festival, and Drew is losing against Robert.

Milotick Uses twister, but doesn't aim it at Drew's Pokemon, the Flygon and Milotick. Instead, once he uses it the Claydoll appears out of the twister and uses two hyperbeams at the same time at Drew's Pokemon. It's a direct hit, Drew has no points, and the timer ran out. Robert is the winner. Drew makes a comment how how good Robert was.

17:25

And now, Robert receives the ribbon cup.

17:40

May: I'm sorry you didn't win Drew.

Drew: Huh?

Drew: I guess there's always someone better.

17:56

So After the Grand Festival there is always a ceremony, just a small part for anybody who wants to join. It's much later in the day, nighttime actually. May walks out of the crowed over to a bench, where she sees green fire-work like flashes of light from a distance. As the curious person she is, she decides to go check them out.

18:12

Drew is practicing with Rosellia and Masqurain, Rosellia is using magical leaf and Masqurain is trying to dodge while being in the center of it. He gets hit and falls to the ground.

Drew: Masqurain with your speed you should've been able to dodge!

May: Drew?

Drew: huh? :looks over at her:

May: What are you doing here?

Drew: Training or course.

May: But... how come you're not at the party?

Drew: Robert's off training too that's why he's not at the party either.

May: What?? Why is Robert practicing he just won first place!

Drew: That's right he did how do you suppose he got good enough to win? You always have to try to get better or else someone will pass you by.

May: I've... never though of that.

Drew: I'm still hoping to become a Top Coordinator one day, Hey I'm already thinking of attacks I want to use in next year's Festival!

May: Wow... that's good.

Drew: I'm hoping to see you here next year too May.

Drew: You were good. Take care.

Ash: Cone?

May: Ack! Don't sneak up on me like that!!!

Ash: Sorry I though you just might want some desert!

May: No thanks...

Brock: Hey... Isn't that Drew?

May: Mhm. We were just saying goodbye and-

Caroline: You two hear on the beach how romantic!

May: Mom he's just a friend!!! uh... but he did kinda give me something to think about... Drew make me realize that I could be really good at this if I keep working hard... So I've made  a decision to do just that! I won't quite till I become the top Coordinator!!!

Ash: That's great!

Max: If anybody could do it it would be you!

Brock: It would take a lot more Practice May.

May: I know, but now I have the motivation to get me to the next Grand Festival!

I'm going to stop quoting there. The episode ends with it trying to turn the next episode to Ash's journey, now that May's has finished for now.

-Conclusion-

You know that last scene? It might as well be the most well-known Contestshipping Scene. Actually, Back when I was about 9-10 years old when I watched this episode it was the thing that got me into Contestshipping.

But then I stopped watching the show for a year BUT WE'LL STOP ABOUT THAT IN THE NEXT REVIEW.

I didn’t include many screenshots in this, but that was becuase of how many battles there were, and I didn’t really have any scene to add some in... Except the final scene where I used gifs from this post.

Now, back in the Wynuat episode i established Drew’s feelings for May, but in this episode I’ll talk about May’s feelings for Drew.

When Drew starts walking away, he wishes her good luck. May is obviously distracted by Drew, unable to notice Ash and being startles when he offered her some ice cream. When she started explaining what she and Drew were talking about, there was a very obvious blush on her face.

These are very noticeable things, but one thing I’d like to point out, which is pretty much all i wanted to say about this.

May had no idea that she was blushing, she didn’t notice how distracted she was, and can’t tell that she has feelings for Drew.

This has much more proof in later episodes, but how would use expect for there to be that much proof for it in the episode where it just barley started?