#Karane has the nose

[alphagirl404]

The Popular Theory: “Groose has to be an early ancestor of the Gerudo!”

Me on the other Hand: “That’s valid, but...hear me out...”

[maybe-boys-do-love]

Was thinking today about Cherry Magic Thailand, and all respect to the writing (which deftly navigated the challenging task of adapting a full-on classic) and the rest of the cast and crew, but has any QL series' success hinged so much on a single actor going above and beyond in a performance as Cherry Magic Thailand does on Tay Tawan's portrayal of Karan???

That character could have fallen so detrimentally flat. He is perfection personified. Even after Achi discovers his so-called 'imperfections' (which are just that he sings bad and is crushing extra hard on Achi), the writing doesn't ever let Karan come off his pedestal. He remains put together, impossibly patient, and admirably righteous. His stress in life is that people don't respect his hard work because he's so beautiful! This character, in theory, should not really strike an audience as likeable. The writers could have used the one facet of his family-drama that emerges in the penultimate episode to build a deeper character in the writing, but elect not to even hint at it any earlier in the series.

So much heavy lifting is left to Tay, and the performance is a wonder to behold. Tay Tawan is certainly attractive in the way Karan is supposed to be attractive--fit, tall, handsome--but Tay's face and earnest dorky demeanor are unique in a way that seem far too rare in the influencer era. The breadth of his nose, the goofy joy in his smile, the clownish clumsiness, the nerdiness of his interests (the GMMTV actor most likely to be reposting a popular science article or rare animal sighting): Tay brings all of these elements of himself to bear on the poised idol of Karan, playing all the parts of the romantic hero while letting his own characteristics distill onto it so that the character actually contains valuable tension for the audience between his faultlessness and the slow reveal of his sincerity. That dynamic lies at the core of the show, and it's a less explored one in media, so all the more challenging to do.

But Tay understands the assignment. He goes full-in when Achi hears Karan's inner voice, squealing and talking manically fast (a real-life Tay Tawanism as well as a wonderful connection to Japanese performance styles). Once the characters begin their romance, so much effort is put in to have Karan looking at Achi, not just with love, but with the deepest gratitude. That's what most often had me crying. In fact, it often looked like Karan was on the verge of happy tears, overwhelmed by the fortune to love and be allowed to love Achi.

Being able to appreciate Karan's sincerity opens up an avenue for the audience to care about his challenges that on the surface seem so superficial. Tay is able to take this character's struggle to be taken seriously and make it as worthy and pitiable as any narrative about women in the workplace struggling with that issue, and that's not an easy feat in this day and age. Whether in Karan's affections or disappointments, Tay exhibits such humility and unabashedness in his performance throughout the series, it renders the otherwise familiar messages about the value of the small unappreciated things in the world as enchanted and life-changing.

And incredibly amongst all this, the series REQUIRES by its very title for Karan to have a sex drive, and even that desire threads through Tay's portrayal of the character as he interacts with Achi, maintaining an incredible balance between a fun and dorky excitement about sex and a potent sensuality (it's such a great sex scene when it finally comes).

Tay took a paragon and made him such a fully fleshed-out and realized character. I just can't imagine the series working without such a masterfully crafted performance. The whole cast did great work, don't get me wrong. Tay's is just one of those magical reminders about what the art of acting can achieve.

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Winter Showers

From: @minamiren

To: @crowmunculus

The weather outside is freezing. It’s a stark contrast to the warmth of Shion’s apartment when Nezumi enters, coat pulled tight around his shoulders and his superfibre cloak pulled up over his nose. It’s the highest-tech concession he makes to the cold; the superfibre is more insulated than any other cloth of the same weight and thickness, enough to compete with the warmth of the imitation-wool coat he also wears.

Shion’s apartment is smaller than one would expect of someone with as high a status as he currently possesses. It’s located where the West Block used to be, in a fairly run-down area of town–the West Block resists the shiny newness of No. 6 even when being built back from the ground up, the people there unwilling to submit to the artificial shininess of the rest of the city. It is simply smaller and more lived-in, and the citizens of the original city often look down on it as ‘dirtier’ than the pristine center. It is clean, however, and much safer than it used to be. 

When Shion chose it, he had told Nezumi that it was exactly what he wanted–small, as far away from the way that Chronos had felt for him growing up, and close enough to his mother in Lost Town that he could visit as often as he wished. The apartment itself was barely two rooms; it consisted of a kitchen and open living area plus a bedroom and bathroom. It’s big enough for two people to live, but just barely, and only because both people are used to living with very few possessions. Most of the space in the living area is taken up by two large bookshelves, covered with old books that they’d chosen and moved from the old basement that Nezumi had used to live in. 

Nezumi appreciates the small space. He’s been in a few of the larger, ‘fancier’ homes of the city, and he can’t stand the stuffy conceitedness of them. He remembers the way that being in Shion’s childhood home in Chronos had felt and thinks that if he was forced to live in a place so large and empty and metallic that he would have run off a second time before a week was up.

Thankfully, Shion had a similar disdain for the pristine perfection of the big, high-tech mansions that most of the No. 6 politicians and rich businessmen live in. He wouldn’t frame it as such, but Nezumi isn’t blind to the way he avoids them as much as he can, and relaxes far more in a comfortable space like Karan’s bakery.

Despite all of this, Nezumi does appreciate a nice shower. 

He slips into the bathroom, tossing his coat and superfibre on the bed as he passes by. The control panel in the shower is pre-set to the settings that Nezumi prefers: hotter than should be comfortable and a heavy pressure, enough to massage the soreness out of his shoulders that always creeps in when he has spent the day holding poses and keeping the tight control over his body and voice that is necessary when he is on the stage.

He leaves the rest of his clothes in a pile on the bathroom floor as he steps into the shower and turns it on. The water is hot immediately, the pressure glorious. As much as he hates most of the fake conveniences of the city, an instantly warm shower is a luxury that he is not going to pass up. It’s been so cold lately, snow blanketing the ground beautifully, and the heat is extra appreciated in the winter months. 

Not to mention that as Eve, he is constantly forced into thin clothing and flimsy fabrics. The chill in winter always finds a way to seep in, no matter how much the theatre is supposed to be heated and insulated against it. 

He spends several moments just standing under the hot water, secure in the knowledge that it won’t simply run out. He can hear the front door open and close dimly under the sound of the spray–Shion arriving home.

He listens to the sound of Shion moving around in the house, easy to hear due to the small size, and looks over when the bathroom door opens. 

“How long have you been in?” Shion asks.

“A minute or two,” Nezumi responds.

Shion hums. “Mind if I join you, then?”

“Mmmm,” Nezumi hums noncommittally, letting his eyes drift shut and tipping his head into the spray, knowing that Shion will take it for the acquiescence that it is.

There’s the sound of rustling fabric, then the shower door opens and Shion steps in with him. He shivers at the little draft of cold air, but the steam quickly heats the space back up when Shion closes the door behind him. There’s a moment before he feels fingers running through the ends of his hair behind him; Shion carding through the strands, tugging gently at any little tangles.

It feels nice, so he does nothing to stop it. 

“Long day?” Shion asks gently.

Nezumi would roll his eyes if they were open. As it is, he huffs an exasperated sigh. “Stop being domestic and just wash my hair, since that’s what you want. Don’t beat around the bush.”

There’s a quiet snicker behind him. “Yeah, okay. Keep your eyes closed, then.”

Nezumi waits patiently for Shion to pop the cap on the shampoo behind him before he raises his hands to Nezumi’s scalp, beginning to gently massage the shampoo into his hair. They don’t do this all the time, but it has happened often enough for Nezumi to relax into the routine, appreciating the feeling of Shion’s fingers in his hair. 

Shion has always seemed to have a bit of a fascination with Nezumi’s relatively long hair, combing his fingers through it from the time that he realized he could get away with it without Nezumi biting his hand off for it. He pets it when he thinks Nezumi is asleep, plays with it when they kiss and has been surprisingly adamant that he enjoys washing it for Nezumi whenever they shower together. Nezumi feigns exasperation about it, but truthfully–it’s nice.

Even if sometimes it makes Nezumi feel like he might just be another one of Inukashi’s dogs that Shion is washing. If Inukashi ever found out that he let Shion do this, he would quite literally never hear the end of it. 

Shion steps back when he’s done, allowing Nezumi to wash the soap out himself–he learned not to trust Shion not to accidentally wash the shampoo into his eyes after one too many incidents. Afterwards, Shion runs conditioner through the ends; this is something he rarely does to his own hair, but Nezumi insists on it. 

Nezumi washes the rest of his body as Shion takes care of his own hair and washes himself quickly and efficiently. Shion ducks out of the shower first, knowing that Nezumi will want to stay and enjoy the water pressure as he lets the conditioner sit for just a bit longer before he rinses it out.

They don’t always shower together, but the showers that they do take together often end up like this; quick little things for convenience, a short time where they share space without having too much conversation. They’re too prone to constant arguments to want to start one in the shower, and so they often simply wash in silence, taking care of each other or just moving around each other and feeling the presence of the other nearby. 

Once, Nezumi would never have considered being so vulnerable around another person. Now, he can be thankful that he has the opportunity to. He has been given something that could only too easily be taken away, and he has learned to hold onto that–to take it in both hands and clutch it tight, selfish and refusing to let go. 

When he exits the shower, a loose pair of soft fleece-like pants around his hips and a towel around his shoulders to pad against his dripping hair, he sees Shion curled up on their bed with a book. His coat and superfibre are missing, likely having been put into the closet by Shion when he first got home. Shion is wearing a full set of pajamas, as he hates sleeping without a top on. Nezumi suspects that he never got over the jarring scar that wraps around his body, as much as he has been forced to accept the ways that the attack changed his appearance, although Shion claims he simply gets cold during the night without it.

Shion is rereading a book that he’s read before; an old classic mystery by Agatha Christie, who he’s been fascinated with in the past several weeks. After many years of recommendations and plenty of time to catch up, Shion is finally becoming somewhat cultured. Meanwhile, Nezumi’s current book is sitting on the bedside table on the opposite side of the room. They usually do this at night; they curl up together with their books, reading until one or both of them get too tired and they turn off the lights for sleep.

It’s disgustingly domestic.

However, it’s Nezumi’s life these days. He has become the disgustingly domestic and complacent couple that he spent all of his younger years disdaining.

Still, he fought hard to get to the point that he was able to relax like this. He will cherish it while he can.

Shion is so engrossed in his book that he doesn’t look up as Nezumi approaches. It’s too easy to reach out and snatch the book right out of his hands; surprised, Shion yelps and lunges back after it, but Nezumi just dances back a step with a laugh, closing the book despite protests.

“Nezumi, my bookmark wasn’t in there!” Shion exclaims, looking far too distressed for what is simply a stolen book. 

“You can find your place again,” Nezumi reassures. “Or is it too difficult to figure out where you had been in a little book like this?”

“That’s not the point,” Shion complains. “It’s nicer to be able to just open up to your spot and be able to read immediately.”

“Then you should have kept a better hold of your book,” Nezumi says imperiously, setting the book down on the bedside table and instead climbs into the bed, throwing a knee over Shion’s hip.

Shion’s face lights up adorably as Nezumi leans in to kiss him. He pushes himself up to meet the kiss, humming contentedly into it.

Nezumi pulls back, laughing as Shion automatically tries to follow. “So am I forgiven for losing the spot in your book, Your Majesty?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

Shion huffs an exasperated breath out through his nose, sitting back and looking up at Nezumi kneeling over him. “Well, I suppose that you can make it up to me,” he sniffs.

“Why, Shion,” Nezumi says dramatically, “It sounds almost as if you are propositioning me. How shameful.”

A delightful little blush spreads over Shions cheeks–as much as he is willing to match Nezumi beat for beat these days, he has always been so expressive. When he’s embarrassed or worked up, he never fails to blush about it. He’ll never be able to keep his feelings to himself. It’s something about Shion that Nezumi used to think would get him killed or taken advantage of, but Shion has managed to wield his transparency as a weapon of earnestness that eventually causes everyone to fall under his spell.

It’s uncanny.

“Well, if I were, what would you say?” Shion finally gets out, his eyes darting up to search Nezumi’s.

Nezumi laughs and reaches up to cradle Shion’s face in his hand, using his thumb to trace over the scar under his eye. Shion’s hair is still damp, the white strands almost transparent until they dry out. The contrast against his flushed cheeks and ears is adorable.

“I can’t say that it wouldn’t work,” Nezumi jokes and leans in to capture Shion’s lips in a kiss again.

Shion’s expressiveness extends to the bedroom, as well as the way that he will earnestly stumble into anything new and fumble his way determinedly through it. Nezumi is fully aware that he is the first person that Shion ever slept with, and while he doesn’t believe in a guaranteed future, he plans to be the last. Shion didn’t have to say anything to him for it to be obvious–the first time they were together Shion had shaken like a leaf, nervous despite being the one to have initiated things in the first place. Nezumi had let him do as he’d liked, and Shion had been rather terrible, something that Nezumi wouldn’t stop making fun of him about for days afterwards.

Frankly, with Nezumi’s attitude, it was a miracle that Shion ever decided to sleep with him a second time. But he’d taken the teasing as a challenge rather than a let down, and they’d tried again, and again, and Nezumi had finally properly taken charge and shown Shion how best to take care of someone else (and taken care of Shion at the same time), and sex between them has only improved over time. 

Tonight, Shion pulls Nezumi close. They don’t bother to discard all of their clothing, choosing instead to hold each other close and exchange kisses as Nezumi presses them together and gets the both of them off like that, quick and simple and warm.

Later, after a second shower, Shion will go into the kitchen and prepare mugs of hot chocolate for the two of them, something that he’d had as a child as a treat from his mother on the coldest days of the year. While Nezumi never finished his–it was far too sweet–he allowed the warmth of the drink to heat his hands, and sipped slowly at it to savor the taste until he was satisfied. 

They would slip into bed properly afterwards, this time late enough that neither of them would bother to pull out their books. Instead, Shion will turn off the lights as he curls up against Nezumi’s side, who would push him away in the height of summer but is willing to tolerate the body heat during the winter cold.

They will fall asleep like this; they will be pressed close, warm, comfortable, and–despite everything that tried to pull them apart–together.

[arsonists-oatmeal]

I had finished watching Transformers: Earthspark yesterday. Got a few notes, spoilers below:

-"Malto-bots" awwwww my heart -shit starts ramping up after the halfway mark of the season. which is classic and I did not realize how much I missed that type of pacing -oh, hello body horror in a kids show, didn't expect to see you here! -did not expect to get as invested as I did in the human parts of the plot, like how the rest of humanity is reacting to the Terrans. I think for a kids show they wrote that bit pretty well -speaking of: its clear from the get-go that the whole Terran plot is allegorical to a lot of things. Immigrant families, biracial families, being a first generation citizen, etc. I've seen a lot of media try to use aliens as a plot device for "bigotry is bad", but very rarely have I seen it actually like, show how it hurts people and effects how they see themselves, and show that you have to shut that shit down if you want to be an ally, and not just tolerate your racist uncle, friend, etc. I think this show did a pretty good job of that. It had made parts of me feel seen and heard for the first time ever. -The way they handled the Starscream thing was kind of weak though, imo -Man i wish we got to see Hashtag having more moments with the seekers, she'd fit right in -Nightshade!!! I like Nightshade, I think some parts were a little on the nose (like how they're the only person who introduces themselves with their pronouns), but its not as some people are making it out to be. Idk if its just me but I also feel like they got sidelined more than the rest of the characters, which is suspicious. But anyways, every group needs a mad scientist character who can be slightly unsettling and I'm glad Nightshade is there to fill the role. -Ok i get this is a kid's show, and there was already more nuance than i expected (which was none) about the decepticons, but I do feel like they didn't make the final leap in logic here. -"Ok not all decepticons are bad, but we still wont stop surveilling and locking some of them up because they chose to do bad with their second chance". Has anyone here heard of the word "REHAB"?? -Megatron is cool. Cool theme, no comments there -Really liked the fight scenes as well, especially the shots of the transformers fighting it out in the background where the camera focuses on the humans running away. It really shows the scale of things. Small detail but the fact that we've got several bots using their inbuilt guns' recoil in fights is really cool! Megatron essentially did a rocket jump. One critique however is that nothing really looked like it had weight. -Also I wished that they kept Karan Croft as the lead antagonist till the end. Like idk, show that this whole oppression thing is systematic in nature. Could have had Dr. Meridian change sides given the fact that he was being put in a similar position to the transformers by the humans in charge (he was also fighting for basic resources to live after his first defeat). -Also this one may be unpopular: It looks like at the end the Terrans get their own symbol/badge. Which I think sorta breaks the whole "the war is over, there's no more sides and factions" things that they keep repeating throughout the show. It just feels like they've created a third faction now, and the continuing dynamic is now autobots vs decepticons vs terrans. Which, no. You're going to replace your war with another.

Overall, good show, 8/10, I think it fumbled the ending. I know im not the target audience here but also its not like kids are stupid.

Also representation matters. The choices of having the lead human characters be a non-white biracial family, having the first nonbinary transformer, having the terrans be allegorical, it may not mean anything to some viewers, but for others it could be the first time someone has actually acknowledged them, has said "I see what you've gone through and I know it to be real and I will take it seriously". The diversity in the show only serves to make it better

[dubljarnasims]

Ferne Marks

Part of the 5th generation of my legacy, Ferne is the very quiet, slightly mysterious better half of Brentwood. She has some sort of government job, though no one knows what it really is. She won't say.

No CC included in the download - please see the list and links below.

Partner(s): Brentwood Dubljarna

✨ DOWNLOAD HERE (Google Drive)

Clothing/Accessories:

Earrings - Pralinesims | Thunderstruck v2

Pants - Belaloallure | Johanna pants

Shoes - DanSimsFantasy | Gneiss boots

Top - Darte77 | Double breasted long coat

Hair/Makeup/Skin Details:

Blush - Northern Siberia Winds | Blush N7

Eyebags - Kismet Sims | Eyebags detail 2

Eyebags - Pralinesims | N4 wallace

Eyebrows - Obscurus | Eyebrows n14

Eyelashes - Kijiko | EA eyelashes remover

Eyelashes - Twisted Cat | Lashes n02

Eyeliner - RemusSirion | N59 karan

Eyeshadow - Pralinesims | N90 frappe

Hair - Simmerstesia | Stargirl

Lips - RemusSirion | N328 radio

Teeth - Yooniesim | Imperfection teeth set

Defaults:

Skin - Luumia | Vanilla skin default

Eyes - Pralinesims | Oasis v2 default

Presets & Sliders:

Body - Loulicorn | Body shape h

Breasts- Magic Bot | Default boobs slider 2v

Chin - Magic Bot | Default chin slider

Eyebrows - Magic Bot | Default eyebrow slider

Forehead - Bloodmoon | Forehead height slider

Head - Northern Siberia Winds | Female head shape preset 3

Jaw - Simbience | Jaw preset

Mouth - Magic Bot | Default mouth slider

Mouth - Northern Siberia Winds | Lip presets 33-41

Nose - Magic Bot | Default nose slider

Nose - Obscurus | Nose slider n2 & n6

Nose - Simbience | Nose preset #21-24

Thighs - DaniParadise | Thigh slider

🐌 Many thanks to the CC creators! 🐌

@belaloallure3 @bloodmooncc @dansimsfantasy @darte77 @kijiko-sims

@kismet-sims @loulicorn @luumia @magic-bot @northernsiberiawinds

@obscurus-sims @pralinesims @remussirion @simbience @simmerstesia

@twisted-cat @yooniesim

[thelaurenshippen]

You mentioned that you got excited to write the shopping montage when you "realized a certain character would be sticking around." Was the initial uncertainty around that because you weren't sure how the story was going to unfold, or because of some of the real life complications around availability and casting? Stories definitely have a life of their own, but do you feel like you've got a fairly firm plan in mind with "Bridgewater?"

bridgewater spoilers below the cut!

a little bit of both! there's always some uncertainty around what's actually going to be possible production-wise and, of course, we did end up getting alan tudyk in as thomas bradshaw because nathan fillion couldn't come back. and we all couldn't be happier about that! nathan and alan are close friends and alan is doing such a wonderful job that it all really worked out well - but there was definitely a little bit of discussion around "well, do we want to recast or do we want to write thomas off" and ultimately decided that thomas was in so little of season 1 that recasting wouldn't be super disruptive.

I tend to only very broadly plan past a first season when I'm building a show, and usually I'm only focused on, like....the themes and vibes and character growth I want. so in bridgewater's case, I didn't have a S2 plan when writing S1 beyond "here's what I want for jeremy and anne to experience", which could manifest in a whole LOT of ways (this is extremely vague I know, but obviously I can't talk about it until the whole season is out). there was a moment where I thought about jeremy and anne hearing thomas' voice at the end being a fakeout and it actually turns out to be some kind of hallucination or weird paranormal trick, but aaron and I, like, BARELY entertained that. we really wanted jeremy to have the chance to get to know his dad and I love "man out of time" stories.

anyway, long story long, I didn't necessarily even have the arc of the plot and lore of S2 mapped out when we figured out how we wanted the season to end, if that makes sense. I had really clear goals in mind for the emotional journeys that each of the characters would go on, and toyed around with a few ways of getting there before I landed on the one I ended up writing. part of why I don't plot out the specific story beats beyond a first season is because a) I'm a very character-forward writer, so whatever is going to enable the characters to have the emotional arcs I want is what I follow and b) when actors are involved you just truly never know how that's going to transform things.

for instance, I've talked about this before, but jeremy didn't swear all that much on the page in S1, but misha threw in so many swears when we were recording that the S2 scripts had way more cursing for Jeremy from the start. I loved it, I loved how misha's perspective on the character and sensibility altered the way jeremy speaks - he's funnier in S2, with a drier wit, because misha is very funny with a dry wit. it's the same thing with anne - melissa plays her hard-nosed nature so well, but she also has this absolutely incredible softness to her, that I actually wrote her calling jeremy "sweetie" or "honey" in S2 a few times (which I have a lot of squishy feelings about, I just have a lot of squishy feelings about them in general bc of the chemistry that misha and melissa have). same thing with misha and karan - they had such a playful chemistry that it was really easy and nice to lean into the real genuine love and care that vipin and jeremy have for each other (this is, like, SUCH a minor spoiler for what's coming up next, but I was just listening to this episode today, and in future episodes people refer to vipin explicitly as jeremy's best friend because like....yeah, he totally is. jeremy is a pretty loner-ish guy and even though vipin is his TA there is a genuine closeness there).

so there's that kind of stuff that can shape the emotional journeys the characters go on which of course can shake up your plot completely (if anyone listened to The Bright Sessions and has heard me talk about this specific thing before, this is exactly what happened with mark/damien - that relationship was not supposed to result in one of them falling in love and the other one, like, kind of falling back a little against his better judgment (I mean, christ, damien was like the one character that when I started writing I was like 'yeah this guy is straight' turns out VERY much no) but it turned into that because the first time andrew and charlie sat down to record together as those characters it was INSTANT sparks. some of the wildest organic chemistry I've ever experienced as a director lol).

but then there's also the fact that sometimes your actors are your direct collaborators on building the story! of course aaron is my partner in crime in building the world of bridgewater, but for S2, because misha was on board before I even started writing it, the two of us had several conversations both as I was outlining and then after all the scripts were written about who jeremy was and what we wanted for him. so I tend to keep all my plans fairly loose because I love the spontaneous collaboration that comes out of working with other people.

YEESH that was such a long winded answer, but thank you for asking!

[worldscollidinginone]

Chapter 6 - Is This It?

Book master list

We then reached his house. He, again, then took me into his arms and I felt all mushy. The door of his apartment was open, and there was no trace of Aman's mother. He took me to his bedroom and this time he laid me to his bed very slowly, as if he wanted to savour that moment, and not for once he broke eye contact with me. 

I was getting scared. 

I started panting. Is this really going to happen now? 

He started kissing the back of my neck getting towards the shoulders. I moaned. At that moment I realized that I was in love with him. I just wanted him to be mine. Forever.  

He started playing with my hair and I felt so happy, for once. I looked at him. It seemed like the era of pain was coming to an end, because Aman is now with me. I leaned towards him and started kissing him passionately. I was crying, because, for the first time in my life, I was happy. He reciprocated. While kissing him, we rolled on the bed and I fell on him, and then we both started laughing. 

When we managed to breathe properly and check that no bones were broken or fractured, he said: "I love you, Priya. I love you very much. I don't know what would be life without you. There have been so many moments when I wanted to kiss you so badly that I cannot tell you. I wanted to hug you, I wanted to make you mine. But I stopped myself thinking that you would never love me. You are going to think this is a complete façade. You'll think that I am a brat who plays with people's hearts. Because you heard about the relationship I had with Cecilia." 

I started crying. I saw that Aman was also crying as well. I was so happy and sad that day.  

Happy because Aman told me he was in love with me and sad because he thought that I may be thinking this is a lie. Of course, I knew the relationship he had with Cecilia.  

She was a new girl that came from America. She was a girl that only wanted boys' attention so she can sleep with them. She was trouble. At that point, Aman was going through a rough patch in his life and Cecilia became his support, or so everyone thought. In actuality, she only wanted to be with him, so that others would get jealous of her, and she could manipulate him to do all kinds of things. Eventually, he found out that she was cheating on him, and he broke up with her.  

I replied: "Aman, who told you that I won't believe you? I have always trusted you, from day 1. If you were being a pain, I would have never come close to you. And I would have probably broken your nose." 

We both smiled and remembered the day when I broke Karan's nose. 

I asked him while touching his cheek and cupping his face: "Don't you want to know what will be my reply?" 

"I am too scared to hear it." 

I looked at him shyly and then kissed his right cheek. My lips were caressing his face while moving from his cheek to near his ear. I then told him: "I love you. I love you, Aman. I love you more than anything else in this world." 

He lit up as if he regained his life and then started to kiss me reverently and hugged me really tight. I was responding and was laughing as well. 

"You don't know how happy you've made me, Priya!!!" 

I wanted to know whose drawings he had made, so I started diverting his attention to the drawings. "Waise Aman, tumhare dressing table ke peeche kuch drawings hai. Kya mein dekh sakti hoon?" 

He looked quite shy and said: "Tumhari aakhon se kuch chukta nahin hai, ha?" He kissed me one last time and then he got up from me. He was lying on top of me all time. He then took out all the drawings and I realized they were all drawings of me. Me talking to my friends, me standing on the balcony looking at God knows what. Me trying to do some homework in my room. Me playing with Nikhil. There were so many, that I lost count of them. 

I said: "They are all very beautiful." They all looked like photographs, except they were more artistic. 

He replied: "Well, the muse I used was so beautiful that I had to match up to her beauty." I started blushing and he then came close to me and started kissing me again. I had to make him stop kissing me otherwise he wouldn't leave me. Aman then dropped me off at my dorm building and said: 

"I don't want to let you go. Stay with me, please?" 

"Aman, hum kal milne wale hai, na? And come on, you are a good boy." I then kissed his cheek, but he turned around and I ended up kissing his lips. And he was kissing me so passionately that I might have fainted if I wasn't hugging him. 

"I have to go, Aman." 

He then flew a kiss in the air, and I caught it, and put it in my heart and gave a flying kiss to him and he caught it and he smiled. 

He then dropped me off at my place, kissed my lips, and drove off to his place and I went into my dorm room, smiling like crazy.

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[kunalkarankapoor]

highlights was the whole scene with Maitree and Saransh as he revealed everything. It said that a criminal is caught when he becomes over confident and makes mistakes. Or maybe.... Saransh doesn't have anything to lose so he doesn't care. What if he actually starts caring for someone and the fear of losing kick in??? It would be interesting. Saransh does have some empathy even though he has been a drug addict for a long time. His behaviour is caused by drugs, trauma and anger. If we go back in the past and as much as I have seen of the show then his father #abandoning him as a kid (by the way where is his father now??) Mother was possessive and controlling (why haven't we got a mother and son moment between them??) We don't know much about his life abroad, but as Ashish was a lawyer you can guess the pressure. He was loved and adored by his family till the mask fell off and they found out the truth of his addiction. So facing his family can't be easy either. Saransh is kind of running from himself and to not have to face himself he blames everything on Maitree. She is the reason he lost everything!! My point. You are negative for a reason and that reason is valid for you. Not an excuse to hurt others, because if you know right from wrong, you have a choice to choose right. I don't want Saransh just to be another villain as Kunal gave the character so many shades in the first episode through his performance. If the makers/writers do justice, Kunal Karan Kapoor can take it beyond what they at first had expected. Simple because the character is complex and Kunal's portrayal of various emotions. The best villains are the once that you somehow sympathise with. And Kunal gave Saransh just that.

As Saransh is a drug addict, manipulation and lies would be part of him. To hurt Maitree he would emotionally manipulate Maitree and enjoy seeing her fear, but he wouldn't bring a snake into the house. He would love the control as he can't control his own drug addiction. Every step Saransh takes is to show Maitree, HE is in control over her life....as that makes him feel powerful. That snake thing is out of character in my opinion and definitely the channels call. As zeetv always brings a snake attack scene. I don't get it. It is obvious that the snake is fake as they don't want to spend money on it looking real. We all know it's not going to bite and if it does the person will survive. So why waste a brilliant artist on a scene like this?? when you can have him emotionally manipulate everyone and emotionally torture someone. This will also give shade to other characters that are standing still and not growing. From showing Saransh playing mind games and manipulating to an upcoming episode with him bringing a snake into the home 🤷 I would also mention again that an impactful villain is when you see things from his point of view and not just a villain. Kunal Karan Kapoor showed that through his performance and the makers/writers/channel need to explore that through their "creativity". I know I know....just the second episode...be patient. Sometimes a filling episode is needed. But I have also learnt that speaking up as a viewer is important and not just wait and trust the channel. Ps. As Saransh is just my kind of character and I love digging into why...on top of that Kunal Karan Kapoor brings out many shades....my caption will be long.

Yesterday's episode was a filler episode but Kunal Karan Kapoor looked 🔥 I loved how Kunal made sure to sniff and rub his nose as he is a drug addict. Honestly I am not really getting what the creators are up to. Harsh mom will make an entry again and another actor roped in 🤷 well that what media is saying. They haven't even fully explored Kunal's character yet, but just rushing it in the name of twists and turns. They said that the entry will have us sitting on our edge. Yes I am sitting on the edge of my seat, but not because of the twist and turn of a snake in the house, but because they are not getting it. How brilliant this character is and how much they can do with it. How can they have such a phenomenal artist and a layered character and not squeeze every bit out. I would seriously have thrown this character through every possible moment just to watch how far a talented artist like Kunal can go. * I would have created situations, when he was from being calm and in control to being restless and unpredictable. * I would have in some small moments made him seem a little crazy. * I would have him battle inner demons, being "evil" but then feeling guilty. * I would have created some moment when he seemed a little creepy but in the next longing for love. * I would have him being out of control, then in fear and scared like a kid.... crawling into a safe place to his mom. Just imagine Kunal Karan Kapoor in scenes like this. Switching in personality 🔥🔥 how awesome it would be. Said that, then #KunalKaranKapoor has through his performance ✔️ some of the things mentioned above. I just wish the writers and creators would focus on exploring every shade of this character with him. I know it's just the third episode and I should be patient. But the fact is also that if TRP doesn't change the show will go off air and I wouldn't get to watch Kunal as Saransh. I WANT MORE.... And I desperately would like the creators to understand, that THIS is the CHARACTER to focus on now. We women love grey characters. Someone we can save. This character will also bring layers to the other characters.

Lost identity!! Saransh is pretending to be Ashish but has a new face. When he looks in the mirror he doesn't see Saransh or Ashish. On top of that the drug has taken over the real Saransh. The struggle within lays in, do you let the inner beast take over and feel the freedom or do you fight your inner demons to keep some sanity. Fact is that Saransh has been addicted to drugs for too long to be "normal" at the same time he still has some humanity in him as he did feel discomfort when Nandini hugged him and some guilt. We also saw him feeling Ashish's mom's pain as he hugged her. The question is if it was care or because he has done something to Ashish?? I love the complexity of this character because he can be full on "evil" with no empathy at all, if that's what the creators want or he can be a lost soul that could be saved and that journey would be so awesome to watch. I love when an artist like Kunal Karan Kapoor brings out so many shades that it kind of gives the writers and creators the option to take the character anywhere they want and that is the reason for my frustration yesterday. Grap it and run with it... If you have an artist that can convince either way, why not fully explore all the options???

I love these shots 🔥 In yesterday's episode you saw Saransh rolling a note and he had that in his hand throughout the episode till the truth came out. I really liked that detail as it seems as it calmed him doing so. We also saw that Saransh was standing in the background as the family was gathered. Detaching himself from the family but observing. One of the reasons I love grey characters is that it is like a puzzle. You try to fit the pieces in their right places and in the end, there will be a piece missing. Because a complex character like Saransh, will never make fully sense. I would also like to mention that one of many things that I love about Kunal Karan Kapoor is that no matter if his character is the victim or believes he is. Kunal makes sure through his portrayal and voice modulation, that the character doesn't seem weak or someone who pity himself. Like in yesterday's episode. It was all about Saransh's feelings of being left alone and no one being there for him. There was pain and there was anger, but not even once self pity in his voice. It is not clear if Kunal Karan Kapoor is a permanent part of the show or if he is doing a cameo, but it is a treat to watch him in a complex and layered character like this. He raised the bar. Be it quality or performance. He is a fresh breath of air that surrounds around and bond everyone together with the way he naturally and sincerely connects with every character. Bringing out the best in them. #proud that here we have a true artist, who challenges himself and always makes a comeback in something different. Character vise and performance vice. Surprise packed he is as his talent has no boundaries.

[0oolookitsme]

Footballrry having a thing for breastmilk and him being whining bcoz he has 2 share it with their baby it's okay if you don't right it girl !!

Title- Save Some for Your Daddy, Baby Boy. Genre- Blurb Pairing- Footballer!Harry x ArtDirector!Y/n Word Count- 517 Warnings- Breastfeeding, smut indications (not much). A/n- Hope you like it, lovely!

“Welcome me, Mrs. Styles,” Harry announced as he entered the room with a bowl of cereal in his one hand and a bowl of sweet oats, topped with Bananas, in the other. His heart melted into a puddle of love as soon as his eyes looked up from the floor. There she sat, looking at the view of Karan’s hand wrapping itself around her own thumb. He pulled himself together before the bowls in his hands could end up on the floor and walked forwards, placing them on his bedside table.

He shifted under the thick blanket and scooted closer to Y/n until his arm was pressed with hers, with no gap in between.  

Y/n felt his gaze shift on her from their baby, making her raise her head up and move it to his side, a wide smile spreading across her face and eyes shutting down when his lips rubbed on the tip of her nose. “When is it gonna be my turn?”, she heard him mumble and a breathy laugh escaped her nose, the baby also giggling as he bounced up and down on her belly.  

“Look at ya, stealing my milk,” Harry said and grinned at their son, tapping his chin when he laughed a little more and right then some of the milk in his mouth spilled out, falling right on Harry’s palm. He let him spill all of it out on his hand, not wanting him to choke on the milk while y/n pulled him away from her breast and patted his back when he did cough a little.  

The little guy was back in motion when he realized the nipple isn’t in his mouth. Making grabby hands towards her tits and latched onto one of them in content when his mummy brought him closer to them. 

Harry made the same grabby hand towards her other boob, pouting when y/n slapped it away. “Ya like it too much for my liking, y’ know?”, he grumbled as he scooted away a little to bring his and y/n’s breakfast near them. 

“Open,” he told her and choked on his saliva a little when y/n squinted her eyes at him while light pink shade creeped up her neck. “You gutter minded woman,” he squinted back at her, a smile creeping upon his lips and in a matter of seconds, a laugh was escaping from the back of his throat. “It’s not my fault! You said that with a different purpose just last night!”, y/n snickered, eating the oats from the spoon he had held in front of her mouth, enjoying the view of his eyes’ changing demeanor.   

Next thing, his eyes fall onto the boy’s face, lips still wrapped around her nipple. “C’mon now. Y’ gonna finish it all! Leave some for your daddy, baby boy,” he said and internally cheered when y/n started rocking him and his eyes went droopy, while he fed from his own bowl of cereals.

He grinned as she smirked, standing empty handed at the doorway after returning from their son’s room. “Time to fill mummy’s tummy now, baby daddy”. 

[artzychic27]

What traits does Austin T get from his parents in both looks and personality?

Austin gets most of his looks from his mother, Camille, same hair and eye color, face shape, and eye shape

He just has his dad's height, nose, and skin color. Karan has darker hair, but you can find some dark strands in Austin's hair, too

He's quiet like his dad, while Camille is more outspoken, so Austin and Jean are basically just young versions of them

Austin's more of a momma's boy, but loves his both of his parents all the same

[skywlking]

idk if you'd still be willing to do old ships lol but throw me karanahita and let me live with my memories lol

OF COURSE I WOULD 😭

gives nose/forehead kisses: karan and its always the holds the back of the head leans down a little type of forehead kiss ESPECIALLY when anahita's stressed or deep into work

gets jealous the most: KARAN. well .. both actually but karan is so angry and obvious and pouty about it he will sulk like a little child if she gives more attention to anyone

picks the other up from the bar when they’re too drunk to drive: anahita's had to do this more times than she can count and she's tired of it probably

takes care of on sick days: karan tries but it ends up being him hovering stressed out by the bed while the staff handles it but when karan's sick anahita drops everything to do the cold compress and feed him soup and check his temp :(

drags the other person out into the water on beach day: first of all getting karan in flip flops and out of his louis vuittons is a task in itself but he'll do it for her, and even then he's gonna whine about ruining his hair in the water so she HAS to drag him

gives unprompted massages: karan. constantly. no its not just for sex ( ok like 60% of the time it is )

drives/rides shotgun: he ALWAYS drives if its not the driver, he loves it and he loves it Especially when she's riding shotgun

brings the other lunch at work: karan regularly forgets to eat but if they're working on set on the same movie and his pa gets him food he'll take it straight to her. otherwise in general she probably brings him food more often

has the better parental relationship: he has no parental relationships 😭 so anahita?

tries to start role-playing in bed: karan every fucking time and its always sooooooooo cheesy, like will literally bring up roles they've done in the past in movies like every single time

embarrassingly drunk dancer: karan's a table dancer when he's drunk and anahita can actually dance so yeah ... karan

still cries watching titanic: not the titanic but he'll cry during k3g every time

firmly believes in couples costumes: honestly none of them, they do enough of that in their work lives but if its a fun concept i can see them both being equally into it

breaks the expensive gift rule during christmas: BOTH THEY'RE SO BAD AT NOT GOING OVERBOARD WITH EACH OTHER

makes the other eat breakfast: anahita. karan doesn't know how to turn on the stove 😭

remembers anniversaries: anahita, he only remembers the main one ( 80% of the time, the other 20% is cause arjun reminded him ) and her birthday

brings up having kids: karan is terrified of being a dad because of his relationship with his own father but if anahita brought it up and was something she wanted i think he'd be willing to have the conversation

[pastelsandpining]

Zelink Week Day 3: Flight

loftwings | free falling

Masterlist | Zelink Week List

words: 844

summary: Zelda’s day is interrupted.

warnings: disgustingly cute

Skyward Sword - pre-game

@zelinkweek2021

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Zelda never intended to be the cliche of in love with your best friend, but then again, no one ever really plans for these sort of things. They just happen, and she’s no different. She’s not above the fluttering of her heart or the tummy full of butterflies, of whispering with Karane in the hallways and writing hundreds of little notes that never make it anywhere further than her trash can.

And they never will, she decides as she strikes a violent line through the note she’d only just finished. She tears it, then tears it again, then crumples it several times over until it’s no longer legible.

A tapping on the classroom window snaps her out of her frustration. She nearly jumps out of her skin trying to turn to see who it is, but she supposes it’s no surprise that she finds the very boy she was just writing about. It’s always either him or Groose, and it’s no mystery which she prefers.

Link is leaning against the glass with his face pressed to it just enough for his nose to be squished upwards. She rolls her eyes, but there's a laugh trying to break past the smile on her lips as she walks over to join him. He has a hand on the glass and wiggles his fingers, so she presses her hand to the other side, just against his, and wiggles hers in response. She tries not to think about the layer of glass that separates them.

He grins at her and Zelda smiles right back, hoping the pink on her cheeks isn’t as noticeable as it feels like it is. Then, he waves his free hand, a gesture for her to come out and join him. She pretends to think for a moment and sticks her tongue out at him. He pouts, dropping his shoulders all sad like, and she does laugh then, nodding her head towards the exit. She doesn’t wait to see his answer and leaves the classroom in embarrassingly quick strides, but when she throws open the academy doors, he’s nowhere to be found. She steps further out into the bright sunlight, wondering if perhaps he’d thrown himself off of Skyloft without her, but then a pair of arms grab her and she wrestles against them with a squeak just to hear his laugh.

“You’re a blockhead,” she accuses when he finally releases her. “I was busy.”

“Only you would be busy on a Saturday,” Link answers with a huff, crossing his arms over his chest like she’d offended him.

“I was writing love notes to Groose,” she challenges and lifts an eyebrow when he snorts. “What’s so funny about that?”

“You would have to write a second for his hair if you really wanted to impress him.”

She wants to scold him to be nice but the argument falls apart in a fit of laughter. He laughs too, scrunching his nose, and she wonders just how much more of this she can take before she succumbs to the sweet embrace of death. Goddess help her, she really likes him.

“What did you interrupt my work for?” she asks, putting her hands on her hips.

“Come fly with me,” he says, holding a hand out to her. “It’s got to be better than sitting in a stuffy classroom all day.”

“Oh, are you finally getting in some practice for the upcoming Wing Ceremony?” she teases in return. “Careful, or I might think you’ve been replaced by an evil twin.”

“I want to go race through the sky with my best friend, oooh, so evil.”

Zelda bites back her laughter and shoves him hard enough to make him stumble. He laughs and grabs at her hands, pulling her towards the deck closest to the academy. She tries playfully to free her hands, but she isn’t really trying at all. She likes how his touch tingles, how it sends her heart beating wildly.

Together, they throw themselves off of the floating island. She finds that free falling like this is quite similar to falling in love. It’s exhilarating, it takes her breath away, and she doesn’t think she’ll ever get over it. She likes falling, feeling the wind whipping through her hair hard enough to undo her hair ties, letting the sensation of gravity pull her down closer and closer to the clouds until she thinks maybe today is the day she’ll try going through it. Then Link is winking at her, dropping her hand so he can whistle for his Loftwing, and she has half a mind to not call for hers at all. She knows he’ll catch her if not, but she doesn’t want to give him the satisfaction.

So when he mounts his Loftwing and blows her a kiss, she whistles for her own and soars after him with the intent to overtake him. Zelda wanted to make him feel as dizzy as he made her, and if racing him through the sky was the best way to do it, then she would take it.

[acids-bases-salts]

Today was Sunday. But Sidekick still found themselves sighing tiredly while gingerly massaging their forehead. They looked sideways and noticed the Hero’s stone-cold glare at the white door of the conference room. It was Sunday and yet the Hero’s ego was acting up. Sidekick gets that the Hero does not have any substantial work and thus his ego has reached heights which even Burj Khalifa couldn’t reach but get a life man! Everyone else has a fucking life.

The sidekick was raging inside but kept a blank face because capitalism, man!

The sufferer flinched violently and knocked his knee hard on the underside of the table when the door of the room was banged open. Jeez, people have no chill here. They almost got a heart attack due to the sudden attack on the door. They can’t catch the train to God’s subway, now; they had a mission to complete.

But before the Sidekick’s mind could rehearse their well-rehearsed motive and spill it to the spectator their balls caught sight of the Villain of the town. Eyeballs.

Now the Sidekick was a lot of things. They were selfish, dumb and had gotten used to the loads of black money pouring into their bank account after saving government officials from facing justice. But their eyes were in the right place and the same dumb brown eyes really liked the current sight.

The bad guys are always hot, they said.

Become an official of the agency, they said.

It will be fun, they said.

But right now, Sidekick really wanted to be on the Villain’s side. Now, along with their eyes, their heart was also in the right place and hence, they knew that this villain is actually the good guy and is just being framed as the bad guy for the convenience of a lot of criminals. The sidekick knows that the Hero is wrong but then again, being in the wrong brings in cash.

“Am I supposed to take you seriously?” The Hero scoffed lightly while bouncing a pen obnoxiously on the table. “Bring me the actual Villain, I’m not interested in talking with his minions.”

The is-it-really-Villain-or-a-Sidekick laughed a little and sat down on the chair on the opposite end of the table. They stared a little at egoistic-bitch and then propped their legs on the table. The undersoles of the shoe had F**K YOU written in red bold letters.

“And what makes you think that the Villain won’t be a she, Mr. hero?”

The sidekick’s stomach flip-flopped and their heart dib-dobbed after hearing the woman’s voice. Such a beautiful voice! If this villain, with her beautiful voice and her beautiful eyes read Shakespeare’s plays to the sidekick, they will just evaporate in the air. Oh, what a beautiful dream that is! Romeo and Juliet, Macbeth, Mercha…

The sidekick was drawn out of their thoughts when a harsh punch slammed their head on the pristine white table. But the pristine white table was no more pristine and white.

Just like so many practice rooms and beds.

The sidekick looked up fearfully to notice Karan, their coworker in front of them cowering away with a horrified look on his face. But his eyes held fear and pain. The fear and pain was so prominent that Sidekick felt it in their bones, in their soul. Because hadn’t their soul felt the same pain over and over again?

Over and over again?

Over and over again?

The cold conference room was spinning now. Spinning really fast. It brought back memories to when Sidekick had ridden the faulty merry-go-round which refused to stop and kept spinning. The Sidekick had cried and called for their mommy. But they had neither now. Tears have stopped forming and their mom was a weakness.

Their face hurt but their ears never stopped ringing. They tried to lift their head but it felt too much of a task with the immense pain in their head. The blood from their forehead burned their eyes and they tasted the blood from their nose. Through the white noise and red pain, their master’s words were clear.

“After this little play with my doll, are you still willing to go again me, Villain?”

[raviotherabbit]

royal pain in the ass - chapter 4

Chapter 4: Era of Twilight Queen Zelda heads out for the night.

[first] - [previous] - [next] read it on ao3!

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“Are you sure this is alright?” The young Hero of the Four Sword trailed Zelda through the halls of her castle, their shoes clicking on the smooth tile below them. “I mean, I wouldn’t want to bother you…”

“I could never be bothered by a hero,” Zelda clarified. “Besides, I believe you of all people should appreciate our collection.”

The pair stopped at a grand set of doors, towering over them with the crest of the royal family, depicted in gold, right in the middle. Before Four could voice any more concerns, Zelda pushed the doors open, dividing the crest in two.

Forgetting his manners, Four rushed past the queen and into the armory. Zelda couldn’t help but chuckle as he admired the vast array of weaponry, hands hovering with a fear to touch. She was struck by how dorky the heroes she grew up hearing legends of actually were, but perhaps she should have guessed they’d be much like her own…

Zelda’s heart dropped at that thought. Oh, Link…

“This battle-axe…” Four marvelled, mouth agape. “I could only dream of making something so well-crafted…”

Forgetting her troubles for a moment, Zelda caught up to Four. “This one is a bit old, actually. I’ve been considering having it hung up somewhere, for posterity.”

“You can never go wrong with an axe on a wall,” Four added.

“Come,” she beckoned him further into the armory. “Let me show you my personal collection.”

Delighted at the notion, he followed her. Eventually, the two came to a wall more tastefully decorated, with several bows and swords hanging.

“I’ve used all of these, at some point,” her hand traced the wooden edges of a bow. With a fond smile on her face, she pulled her rapier from its display. “But I’ve always been fond of my swords.”

Zelda held the rapier out to Four. He hesitated for a moment, looking up to her as if to ask for permission. When she nodded, he took the sword from her with a child-like glee, inspecting it thoroughly.

“I’ve been training with it since I was young,” Zelda explained. “It’s been my favorite.”

And yet, it hadn’t been enough. When the time came, to either fight or die, Zelda had instead chosen to surrender. Her burden went to Link, almost carelessly so, and now…

Noticing her distress, Four placed the rapier back in its display. “Twilight will be fine,” he insisted. “If he’s not back by tomorrow, I think Time is planning on going after him.”

Twilight. The name always throws her for a loop when she hears it. How could Link be so fine with it?

“I’d like to apologize to him, if I can,” she revealed cautiously. “I owe him that much.”

“I think he’s just a bit stressed out,” Four frowned, looking off. “All of us are. Legend got a bit snappy yesterday, and Twilight had to physically stop Wild from pouncing on him.” He sighed wearily.

“I wish he didn’t feel as though everything were his responsibility,” Zelda admitted. But, truthfully, who was she to talk? After all, she was the one who gave him such ideas.

Maybe she deserved what he said to her.

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“Stay safe, Zelda,” Gaepora instructs his daughter, doing his best to remain stoic as he holds her close. “The places you’ll travel will be unfamiliar, but I know that you’ll be able to find your way.”

“We’ll be home soon,” Sun promises, arms tight around her father. “Both Link and myself.”

Gaepora pulls away from Sun, glancing back at the portal. It appeared just after breakfast, right in front of the Sealed Temple. “Keep those granddaughters of mine safe.”

Sun laughs at that. “I will, father.”

Meanwhile, Artemis and Flora stand waiting by the portal. The glowing, golden light still has a draw on them, but they resist enough to allow Sun her goodbyes. It tugs at Flora’s heartstrings, digging that pit in her stomach a little bit deeper. Her only thought is, ‘Why?’

Karane, one of the knights of Skyloft, marches up to the two queens, dragging Pipit by his collar behind her. She releases him just as she reaches them, and Pipit struggles to right himself.

“Pipit,” Karane asks him. “Do you have anything you’d like to say to these two?”

“Er, yes,” Pipit clears his throat. “Your majesties-” he bows awkwardly. “I’m sorry I pointed my sword at you and called you demons.”

“Uh, well.” Flora shifts from one foot to the other, glancing up at Artemis.

Artemis places a hand on Flora’s shoulder, smiling sweetly down at the two knights. “Thank you for your apology, sir Pipit. It’s greatly appreciated.”

Pipit looks back at Karane, who nods in approval. The two bow for them before making their leave.

“That was very diplomatic,” Flora notes, watching as the knights bicker amongst themselves.

“He made a mistake, and he apologized for it,” Artemis explains coolly. “I don’t see a reason to keep being upset.”

The two are interrupted by Sun, who approaches as she waves back to her father. With one hand gripping her satchel’s straps, she asks, “Well, are you guys ready?”

“It’s been lovely staying here, but we need to get moving,” Artemis asserts.

“Then let’s go.” Flora offers a small wave before she steps backwards into the portal. With a bright flash of light, she disappears.

Artemis smirks. “Oh she’s getting sure of herself, isn’t she? Come one-” she waves Sun along to follow her. “We have to catch up before she gets herself lost.”

Side-by-side, Artemis and Sun walk through the portal. Travelling through time is always disorientating, even though both of them have done it before. Sun’s not very surprised to find that these portals aren’t much different than the Gates of Time, but still, she squeezes her eyes shut as they travel. The world warps around her, a chaotic mess until it stops very suddenly.

Sun peeks her eyes open, just as the portal sputters to a close. She finds herself in the middle of a field, Artemis recuperating for a moment with her hands on her knees. On the other hand, however, Sun feels alright, if a little tired. Flora stands a few feet away, using a hand to block the sun from her eyes as she looks off into the distance.

“That must be the castle, just ahead there,” Flora gestures out, and Sun can just see the silhouettes of a city against the daylight as she makes it to her side. “We can get there in no time.”

“Wow, a real, actual city!” Sun utters in awe. “I mean, Sky’s told me about the ones he’s been to, but seeing it now…”

Flora gasps. “I didn’t even realize-!” She eagerly takes Sun’s hand and guides her towards the city hurriedly. “You have so much to see! Come on, let’s-”

“Hold on.”

The pair barely make it a few steps before Artemis stops them, still hunched over nausea. Flora grits her teeth, breathing in sharply. “Artemis, are you okay?”

“Just…” Artemis plants herself on the ground, but it isn’t long before she lays back, staring up at the bright blue sky. “Just give me a second.”

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“Castle Town is… a lot,” Sun comments, subtly shifting to hold onto the cloth of Flora’s cloak. “I’ve never seen so many people before in my life.”

The trio are making their way through the streets, weaving their way through the city’s crowds and passing exuberant vendors. A Goron shouts into the masses, advertising fresh spring water, and Sun covers one of her ears.

“Don’t worry, the castle’s right up there,” Flora points up above the buildings, where the spires of walls are visible. “I’m sure when we explain the situation to the Zelda of this time, she’ll give us a nice, quiet place to spend the night.”

“Hm,” Sun hums in response, noticing Artemis frown slightly at Flora’s words.

“Now that you’ve said it…” Artemis mutters to herself, but she doesn’t finish the thought.

The crowd seems to thin as they approach the castle, which makes sense since the gate is guarded by two heavily armored individuals, both wielding some rather sharp spears. Flora, however, is unfazed, and marches right up to the guards. While Sun tries to follow her, Artemis places a hand on her shoulder, holding her back a few feet. Her hand slips from Flora’s cloak.

“Wait,” Artemis commands.

“Hello,” Flora greets the guards, ignoring their scrutinizing glares. Her hands are folded gently in front of her, the picture of politeness. “We would like to see the queen.”

The soldiers both look towards each other, before both burst out laughing.

“You want to see the queen?” the one on the right, gangly and tall, jabs at her.

“Who are you to demand an audience with her majesty?” the one on the left, shorter than his partner, continues.

Flora scoffs indignantly. “Well I never-!”

“Hold on.” Artemis raises a hand, silencing both guards. “Flora, remain dignified,” she reminds her descendant. “We have information about Link that her royal highness must hear immediately.”

“Uh…” the tall guard idly scratches his face. “What’s link?”

Artemis blinks, taken aback. “Th-the hero.” She composes herself. “Link.”

The guards exchange another glance with each other. “The hero’s name is Link?” the tall one asks, only to receive a shrug from the short one.

“Oh for Hylia’s sake,” Flora sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“Yeah, listen ladies,” the short guard steps forward, flipping his spear so the blunt, wooden end is pointing out. “You’re not seeing the queen today, so scram.” He pokes Flora with the spear.

“Well I never-!” With rage in her eyes, Artemis grabs onto Flora’s arm, dragging both her and Sun away from the castle gates.

“Artemis, wait!” Sun protests. “I think this is still salvageable!”

Ignoring her, Artemis shouts back over her shoulder at the two guards. “Listen to this! You two are going to be in big trouble soon!”

  △ ▲△

Flora, with a book in hand, disappeared into the depths of Castle Town. After her display on the battlefield, Artemis doubted she’d be in too much danger in the city. Besides, exploring their surroundings seemed to be a good alternative to meeting this time’s Zelda, and that was way easier when they split up.

Of course, Sun came with her. Artemis didn’t necessarily trust Sun to be on her own in this kind of setting, not yet at least. Judging by the fact that she was currently latched onto her arm like a sloth, she may have made the right choice.

“I have an idea of when we are,” Artemis explains to her.

Sun’s head snaps to Artemis as though she’d been broken out of a trance. “Oh, you do?”

Artemis nods. “I think there’s a business around here where we may find some help.”

“Time war stuff?”

“Time war stuff.”

Sun perks up and begins scanning the buildings up and down the street. “I can help. What does it look like?”

“Well,” Artemis paused. She’d never actually seen the place, had she? She just heard about it late at night when her troops made camp, and she was always about five seconds from punting Little Link into the forest by that time. Which is to say, her attention hadn’t always been there.

“It has to do with bugs,” she finally settles on.

Sun tilts her head. “Bugs?”

“Bugs,” Artemis affirms. “Agitha, the owner, and she loves them. I think it’s a zoo of some kind?”

“A bug zoo in Castle Town,” Sun remarks. “I think I understand cities even less now.”

Artemis shrugs. “I don’t understand it either, to be honest.”

Sun hums to herself, before suddenly pointing to a building across the road. “Agitha’s Castle?” she reads the sign aloud, “Is that it?”

“Right, that’s what it was called!”

When Artemis pushes open Agitha’s wooden door, they’re both immediately hit by a wave of warm air. The chirping and buzzing of several insects greet them, a butterfly going so far as to flutter over and land on Sun’s head.

“Artemis there’s a tree in here,” Sun states, eyeing the bugs climbing all over it with concern.

“Agitha!” Artemis cups her mouth with a hand as she shouts. “Are you here?”

“Is that who I think it is?” a voice rings out from the second floor. A young girl appears, leaning over the railing to peer down at her guests. “The other Princess Zelda!” She races to the stairs with heavy footfalls.

“Well, it’s Queen Zelda now,” Artemis informs Agitha as she bounds down the stairs. Her smile is warm and pleasant, like a fire on a chilly day.

Agitha takes the queen’s hands, holding them in her own, buzzing with energy as an excited smile graces her face. “Then you’re the other Queen Zelda! I can’t believe you’re here! I thought the War Across the Ages was finished?”

“It did,” Artemis nods. “My friend Sun and I are here on separate business.”

Hearing this, Agitha’s eyes snap to Sun, as if noticing her for the first time. “Oh, hello there! I’m Agitha.”

“Uh, hi,” Sun awkwardly responds. “I’m Sun, I suppose.”

Though Agitha squints at her words with suspicion, she’s quickly drawn away by Artemis. “We need to see this era’s Zelda, but the guards haven’t let us into the castle,” she explains. “Do you know of a way we can arrange a meeting?”

“Those guards are tricky.” Agitha slowly draws her hands away, bringing a finger to her chin as she thinks. “There may be something,” she reveals. “Why don’t you come have some tea? I’ll tell you everything I know.”

  △ ▲△

While their visit to Agitha’s Castle was by no means short, the subsequent search for Flora ended up being way longer than anticipated. Eventually, they find her laying against one of the buildings bordering the castle wall,

“Breaking and entering is not an option, Flora,” Artemis reprimands, picking up her exhausted descendant off the city streets and slinging her over her shoulder.

“I… ran the whole… perimeter,” Flora pants out, book still clutched tightly in her hands. “We can climb it.”

Sun, standing behind Artemis, pats Flora’s head in consolation.

“We’re heading to dinner,” Artemis says. “Agitha recommended a nice little bar we could eat at.”

  △ ▲△

The bar, thankfully, isn’t too far from where Flora collapsed. Sun breathes a sigh of relief when she sees it’s mostly deserted, save for a couple of patrons sitting at a table past the bar. One is a redhead, a drink by his side as he converses with the girl next to him. She’s black-haired, and curiously enough, her ears are rounded. Both perk up when they see the trio enter.

“Telma!” the black-haired lady calls out towards the back. “You’ve got some customers!”

“Er, is she alright?” the redheaded man points with his pen towards Flora, who’s still being carried by Artemis.

“She’s fine, just tired,” Artemis clarifies. She unceremoniously deposits Flora at the nearest table. “My sisters and I were wondering if we could get a meal here?”

“Well you certainly came to the right place, I’ll tell you that!” He offers her a thumbs up, only to be jabbed in the side by his companion.

Just then, a woman pushes through the back door, leaving it swinging behind her. “Well hello there, girls. Can I get you something?”

Artemis places a hand on Sun’s shoulder. “Wait here with Flora, I’ll order for us.”

Sun nods, sliding into the seat next to Flora, who’s currently laying face down on the table. Quietly, she slips Flora’s notebook away from her.

“So what is this?” Sun asks, thumbing through a few of the pages. There’s a lot of writing, but she also notices some drawings of diagrams. “Is it your diary?”

“Of sorts,” Flora murmurs. “It’s a research journal.”

“Oh!” she realizes. “I remember you seemed very interested in some of the monuments of my time. I could tell you more about them, if you’d like.”

“Sun,” Flora pops her head up, resting her chin on the wooden table. “I would love that more than anything. But I currently don’t have the stamina to write a single sentence.”

With a frown, Sun pats her shoulder. “Don’t worry, we’ll have lots of time later.”

Her sympathy brings a small smile to Flora’s face. “How was your time with Artemis, today?”

“We met one of her Time War friends,” Sun explains. “She mentioned her before, Agitha? She told us about this place.”

“And I bet you like it much more than the rest of the city.”

Sun’s neck grows hot, as she awkwardly tries to refute that. “Well- I-”

Flora reaches to place her hand over Sun’s. For a brief moment, her heart races at the thought that the glow might return. When nothing happens after a few seconds, she relaxes again. Never has she been so happy about a lack of anything before.

“Don’t worry,” Flora says, oblivious to Sun’s panic. “I know it can be a bit of a jump, from so little to so much. It was the opposite for me, but I felt similarly when I returned to my Hyrule.”

“Where did you go?” Sun asks, as if it were the most innocent question in the world.

“It was-” Flora tries to explain, but she just sighs. “I sealed a great evil away for a long time. When Wild eventually came to my side, so much time had already passed.” She looks away. “I didn’t recognize anything, anymore.”

“You didn’t- you didn’t have to say that,” Sun says. “I mean, I also sealed away an evil, the Demon King, but at least I went to the past to do it-” She takes a deep breath, composing herself. “What I’m trying to say is, I’m sorry. It must have hurt.”

“Well-”

The pair are interrupted by Artemis, returning to the table with the barkeep, Telma. She places her own bowl of soup in front of her while Telma serves Sun and Flora.

“Hope you girls enjoy,” she smiles, glancing over at Flora. “I made this special, I hear it’s supposed to help after a long day.”

“Thank you,” Flora responds automatically. She sits up slightly, eagerly yet carefully bringing a spoonful of soup to her mouth. There’s a buzz of excitement in her chest as she recognizes the blend of flavors; it can only be cream of vegetable soup. In fact, it’s almost like-

Wait.

Flora’s eyes go wide, and she almost drops her spoon. “Carrots and honey.”

“What?” Sun tilts her head at her.

“This is a carrot and honey cream of vegetable soup, I-” She remembers the night she first tried it. After one hundred years of fighting, she was so tired, and that night, Wild brought her to a stable. He showed her how to make it, explaining where he got every ingredient. And the way it warmed her stomach after so long, especially when he followed it up with a fruitcake dessert…

“This is Wild’s recipe,” she reveals, looking up at Telma. “Did he- how did you get it?”

Before Telma can respond, the door to the bar opens, and in steps a figure in a long, black cloak.

  △ ▲△

Honestly, all Queen Zelda Elaine Hyrule wanted was to relax at Telma’s after a long day of courting nobles and other queenly business. She knew at least a few members of the Resistance would be there, and what better way to get her mind off things than to listen to Shad ramble on about the sky beings for hours?

What she didn’t expect, however, was a young girl looking like she was going to cry about her soup while grilling Telma about the recipe.

“Uh,” Artemis looks between Telma and the girl, befuddled.

Telma grimaces when she notices her. “Honey, why don’t you go sit with Shad and Ashei in the back? I’ll have this handled in a second.” The pair of them are standing just a few feet away, Ashei with a hand ready to draw her sword.

“How did you get Wild’s recipe?” the girl demands, standing as one of her companions tries to reach for her.

“I didn’t take it,” Telma counters. “He gave it to me-”

“Wild?” Zelda asks. “As in, Link’s friend, Wild?”

A silence passes over the girl, she and her friends staring at Zelda. One of the other patrons at the girl’s table, seemingly the oldest, speaks up. “You know Link.”

“He’s-” Zelda almost calls him her friend, but truthfully, she doesn’t know if he would call her such at the moment. “Yes. I know him. And how do you know Wild?” She raises a skeptical eyebrow.

“He’s my best friend,” the first girl says, crossing her arms.

“We’re friends of Link’s friends,” the older one says. “The ones he’s travelling with now.”

Very suddenly, it clicks in Zelda’s mind. These aren’t just any visitors, now are they?

“Ah, I see,” Zelda replies. “You all are quite far from home, are you not? Tell me, what is it that brings you to the Era of Twilight?” She slides up to their table, resting her hands on its wooden surface.

“Link and his friends may be in danger,” the last one, a girl with a feather on her belt, reveals. “We need to see this time period’s Zelda.”

“Well then, you’ve found her.” Zelda pulls down the hood of her cloak. She takes one of the empty seats at the table. With her hands folded in front of her, she narrows her gaze at her counterparts. “Telma, give us a moment. What’s wrong with Link?”

“Dusk, I presume?” the older one asks, receiving a nod in response. “I’m called Artemis, these are Sun and Flora.” She gestures to the other two. “We encountered a monster that could change shape, primarily taking the form of our heroes. He taunted us with their safety, and since we haven’t seen them in quite some time, we can only assume he’s done something to them.”

“That’s… concerning,” Dusk admits. “So why have you come to me, then?”

“We want your help,” Sun continues. “We’ve been going through the portals, and they’ve brought us… Zeldas? They’ve brought us all together.”

Flora plops back down in her chair. “The shadow creature is strong. We’ll need as many hands as we can get to defeat it.”

Dusk’s first instinct is to refuse them outright. Though she’s not sure about the rest of them, she has a kingdom to run! She can’t just leave on a journey across time on a whim, not when her people need her. She isn’t Link.

Oh.

But this is for Link, isn’t it? Link, who she let do everything while she was trapped in the twilight of Hyrule Castle. Link, who saved a land that wasn’t his without question. Link, who deserved more than she had given them.

“Ashei, Shad!” she calls out, beckoning the two Resistance members to her side. “Tomorrow, I’m going to make an announcement. As trusted advisors and saviors of Hyrule in your own right, I will leave you both, as well as Auru, in charge of all royal duties until further notice.” She turns her attention back to the other Zeldas. “I’m coming with you.”

“Thank you,” Sun smiles at her sweetly. “All of our Links mean a lot to us, I’m sure you understand.”

“Sorry you had to see me, er,” Flora gestures to her soup, which she stirs with her spoon. “It’s just… I haven’t had this soup in a while, you know?” She suddenly turns towards the bar, where Telma is cleaning some dishes. “And sorry for yelling at you, miss!”

“Don’t you worry, honey!” Telma calls back. “Tell Wild thanks for the recipe when you see him, alright? I think he could use the pick-me-up.”

“Pick-me-up?” Flora echoes quietly.

“Now.” Artemis slams her hands on the table lightly. “Dusk, I should tell you. We had the worst experience with a pair of guards outside the castle, earlier today.”

“Oh, did you?” Dusk leans in, resting her elbows on the table. “Well, we’ll have to handle that.”

[skyward-children]

I kinda have this headcanon/theory that I'm afraid to share about Karane: She's early ancestor of the Gerudo since she has certain traits she shares with them (her nose, red hair, even her body-type reminded me of the Gerudo in BotW). What do you think?

That’s…wow that’s actually really interesting! I always see people go on and on about how Groose is the ancestor of the Gerudo, but he’s the only one I’ve ever seen! People are always like “well Groose has the hair and the eyes for it” but like. So does Karane! Wow I honestly have never thought about that! it’s very interesting and deserves some thought! 🧐🤔

also don’t be afraid to share your theories or headcanons! I love hearing stuff like this and there’s no judgment here!!

[dubljarnasims]

Amber Weldon

Part of the 6th generation of my legacy, Amber is the daughter of Ruby Duhalde and Isaias Weldon. She is very close with her siblings and extended family, but has never met her father. He and Ruby ended their relationship before Ruby knew she was pregnant and never told him. No CC included in the download - please see the list and links below.

Parents: Ruby Duhalde & Isaias Weldon Sibling(s): Page Mayer, Dierdre Mayer

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