#but i thought i'd at least pop this up so people can follow the official account if nothing else

[hotwaterandmilk]

Wedding Apple voice project announced

It has been a while since the original story of Ai Tenshi Seiki Wedding Apple wrapped up Tap Novel and since then, there hasn't been anything to really report about the series.

But out of the blue last month, an official Twitter/X account for the series opened. Yesterday, it was announced that a voiced version is underway with no other details available beyond the five love angel voice talents.

All five announced cast members are performers affiliated with MusicRay'n as part of their third generation of seiyuu. Internationally, they're all probably best known for their voice work on IDOLY PRIDE. Their roles in Wedding Apple are as follows:

Asahi Ringo/Wedding Apple: Tachibana Mirai

Naeba Sakura/Wedding Cherry: Hinata Moka

Yukishiro Tsubaki/Wedding Camellia: Miyazawa Koharu

Kirino Ayame/Wedding Iris: Aikawa Kanata

Mukasa Ran/Wedding Orchid: Natsume Kokona

The tag "#ウェプル" has also been adopted by the official account, so there's now an official short-hand way of tagging such a looooong title too (I guess we'd say "Wepple" in English, but err, there's currently no equivalent tag for international audiences).

That's all the news that's currently available, though I'm sure that will change as recording progresses and we get more details about how the project will be released.

While I found Wedding Apple dragged at times (compounded by the story's protracted delivery method), there's definitely a sense of nostalgia looking at the Twitter/X account and seeing the series proclaimed as being by Tomita Sukehiro, "the father of battle heroines".

I really do hope this voiced version of Wedding Apple helps lift the story to new heights and new audiences.

Edit: If you're completely unfamiliar with Wedding Apple, you can check out my original post about its launch back in 2021. The series is a "spiritual successor" to the original Wedding Peach franchise starring new characters in a modern setting.

[bekolxeram]

So... I said I couldn't wait for the plane disaster arc to be over, and I still stand by that statement. If you read my blog regularly, you'd know I loved it, the more plane stuff the merrier, but at the same time, it was a huge relief for me to finally be able to move on.

Warning: long rant incoming

I joined this fandom last season because of my love for BuckTommy and aviation, I've made it clear many times before. I saw comments downplaying Tommy's role in the cruise ship rescue, and I thought, well I know a thing or two about how hard flying is, especially flying a helicopter, so maybe I should write something about it.

Fast forward to last month, someone asked me whether Tommy could fly a plane realistically, so I answered it as they asked, realistically no. I can imagine him flying a light plane as a hobby, but never a four engine turboprop military plane that takes 5-12 crew members to fly, or an airliner that's basically a flying computer. I wasn't even aware of the Airport 1975 pilot transfer theory at first, so imagine my shock when I woke up to multiple posts naming my theory by name, (yeah, I said the water bomber in 2x14 belonged to CAL FIRE, I made my first post about this a long time ago, and I don't think anyone from the other side even made the effort to dig this deep, so those posts were referring to me) each with 400+ notes, and many reblogs by people I'd been following, telling me to shut the fuck up. It wasn't even aware that my aviation hc would be anything close to controversial, it deeply upset me and it fundamentally changed my interaction with the fandom as a whole.

I tried putting my more aviation focused posts under a specific tag that people can block if they're not interested, still, like clockwork, some posts popped up in the main ship tag around 6 hours later, digging up old interviews from Tim saying "Tommy did the water drop, just off screen" or expressing their disbelief that there were still people out there who thought Tommy didn't fly the air tanker.

I wanted to explain my reasoning, but I knew it would come across as needlessly confrontational, so I kept my mouth shut. I saw the pilot transfer theory gaining traction, I knew it was too crazy and too expensive for the show to pull off, but I kept my mouth shut. I even leaned into that theory at one point saying Tommy could be flying the helicopter in that stunt, but still the theory was hyped up more and more and its supporters were gradually getting more annoyed by me. I knew I would feel bad whether Tommy rappel into that cockpit or not, because on one hand, I hate that film with a burning passion, on the other, I basically stood back and watched everyone got their hopes way up then witnessed them getting crushed in real time.

Now Schrödinger's cat box is opened, without Tommy in it, I guess there's no need for me to self censor anymore. So here are some stuff I was too afraid to post when people were still deeply invested in their theory, before we all move on from this disaster arc.

The writers don't care about timeline, they can't even get when Tommy transferred out of the 118 right

Tommy supposedly left the 118 right before Buck joined, so 7 years ago, but in 7x09 Tommy said he joined Harbor 5 years ago. My very first post on this site is about this timeline conflict. My explanation was that it takes some years of training before you can even touch a helicopter at Air Ops (in real life LAFD sends you to LAPD for basic training), so Tommy probably only officially transferred to Harbor 5 years ago.

That led to a lot of comments saying the writers just didn't give a damn, they didn't care to google or get their story right, just accept it. But you don't even need to google. The description Tommy gave Buck in the Harbor tour scene was lifted straight from the LAFD Air Ops website, and you know what? If you scroll a little bit further down, you can clearly see the "at least two years of LAFD AIr Operations training line". It takes less than 5 minutes to read it all through.

Tim said Tommy did the water drop, so it's canon he flew that plane in 2x14

Someone pulled out Tim's interview specifically to disprove my CAL FIRE hc. Yeah, he did say Tommy did the water drop:

But I've never heard anyone from the show said Tommy was literally grabbing the yoke, pulling the thrust levers, flying the plane. A C-130 (or L-100 as the civilian variant) is not a single engine water scooper, it's a four engine monstrosity.

The heavier the plane, the faster it has to fly for the wings the generate enough lift to keep it in the sky, right? Well, in order to drop water/fire retardant in an accurate and effective fashion, the C-130 has to fly low and slow enough that the flight crew has to get used to hearing the "terrain! terrain! pull up!" and "stall! stall!" warnings at all time during a mission.

In fact, the C-130 water tanker usually flies behind a lead plane, most of the time a lighter business jet that surveys the area and plots the optimal route for the water drop. It fires a line of smoke to mark out the designated location for the payload, the C-130 behind it just has to release the water/fire retardant once the nose of the plane hit the trail of smoke.

That coordination is extremely cool.

The C-130 takes at the very least 3 crew members to fly: 2 pilots and a flight engineer, no fly-by-wire on this one, but it usually takes even more for a safer more accurate operation.

I can absolutely picture Tommy being one of the people sitting behind the pilots in 2x14. They didn't have a lead plane, so maybe the CAL FIRE guys asked him to pull his weight, since he was the one who asked for the favor and he was also an aerial firefighter, they needed an extra pair of professional eyes anyway. So technically he did the water drop, but he flew no plane that day. (I have a fully developed backstory in my head about Tommy's involvement in that episode, but unfortunately I'm not a good writer, and it'll probably piss people off more than it entertains them. It's about a clandestine mission à la 7x03 and Tommy's meet cute with his ex boyfriend)

If you've made it this far, you probably really like my blog or aviation stuff, and I think you for your support. At one point, I told myself I would leave the fandom behind if I saw one more post telling me to shut up, I got so closed to it. Now, reading post after post saying leaving the newly reintroduced pilot character out of the show's plane disaster arc is a missed opportunity just makes me, I don't know, kind of sad? I've always thought he's just a helicopter pilot, he wouldn't be much help in guiding the crippled jet down anyway, that I was right, but then what? It doesn't feel good to be right this time. I can accept not seeing Tommy working with the 118 on the ground, I can be patient and wait for a week longer for his presence, but accidentally annoying people with what I thought was fun trivia, watching hundreds of them clown on me for taking the show too seriously, for being a nitpicker, for being too obsessive, I don't think I can ever erase it from my mind.

Let's just hope we can all move on (mostly on my part), and I can return to making bad quality humorous gifs about our boys. I'll still post stuff about aviation, now that it's less controversial. If you're a brave soul you can go search for the tag I created for others to block (#aviation realism).

[reflections-in-a-critical-eye]

Hiii, miss me?

Now you want to kiss me (or have to? Wasn't there a song like that?)

This month my blog turned two years old. I got the notification in my email. Last year I made an entire celebration post by publishing the funniest/ridiculous asks I got. There were good times back then. Still. Not so much afterwards.

I wasn't the nicest presence in the last few months leading to me abandoning the blog. And I wasn't too discreet about it. Although there was more to it, a lot more. But I'll get there.

First things first. Why am I here when on the 24th of March I dramatically declared that I'm leaving forever? Well, that was a very emotionally-charged post and the result of a few factors. I'm not entirely proud of how I made my exit, but it's also a true reflection of my personality so there's no point in making excuses. Nevertheless, I will explain as much as I can (I still care about privacy, just like before).

On that Friday, I woke up excited. I took a day off from work (yes...I know), I listened to Face, watched the music video. All good. But I was also dreading a bit having to come here because I knew there was this expectation of me to come up with some thought-provoking analysis, say something smart and all that. I was exhausted on all levels, emotionally and intellectually. I had also promised to leave after the promotions were over, somewhere in the middle of April (who would have thought it would last 9 days? Not me), but the plans changed. Not to drag it too much, but on that day I also officially announced to some concerned parties that I'm changing career paths. You know, just something I thought I'd be doing until the day I die and I've been working towards for at least 10 years. No big deal. I was planning on doing it anyway, but actually saying the words and make it real is a different story. I felt extatic, full of adrenaline, so happy with my decision and at that moment, it felt the right time to close BMT. It was somehow directly connected. I made the blog as an escape and now I got the opportunity to turn the page over. It was perfect. Best day ever. I clicked post, I logged out, and then I sat. And after a while, the reality of my decisions hit me in the face. And I felt sad and empty because what the hell am I doing now and what is my identity? I closed my blog too which was my main hobby. And so followed some difficult days. And then it got better. And then bad again. And so on, because it's a roller coaster.

The thing is, I can change my interests, but I can't stop myself from being opinionated. And getting excited. And wanting to talk about it. And share all that on a public platform with some strangers that are interested in what I have to say. Or they used to. It's who I am.

This blog won't remain Bangtan Media Thoughts because I want more than that. I will rebrand this page. I could start fresh with a new blog, but this is still my space and I know some people were interested in reading about other things as well from me, not just BTS. I hope I can built something from that.

The blog won't reflect only a specific niche of interests, but everything that I like in terms of pop culture. From movies, music, fashion, gossip, you name it. Including Kpop. And if I feel the need to rant about Hybe after talking about Ryan Gosling's Ken, I will. Same about JM, JK or whoever I feel like it. If there is a good advice that I got in the last few months, is to adapt and not force myself to abandon something completely. Because it's not as easy as it sounds. And to be honest, it was easier to give up smoking than completely lose interest in kpop. It's a habit. Perhaps this new blog will reflect the way I try to deal with that. A bit more honestly, a little less discourse, certainly less essays because I don't have them in me at the moment. But never say never. This blog will be all me, not just BMT.

I will change the name and url 24h after I post this. This will be an opportunity for all my followers to decide if they want to stay or they are not interested in the new direction. Feel free to do as you please. I welcome new people and greet the old ones who didn't hit unfollow for some reason.

It will go like this:

Bangtan Media Thoughts > Reflections in a Critical Eye

New theme, new profile photo, new beginnings.

All the old posts will still be here. I don't plan on deleting anything. They are all a product of me and my brain and they have their place. I'll probably pin some new posts these days that have to do with the rebranding. It will be like a construction site, but it will be worth it.

One last thing though. After I abruptly left, I received some DMs. I saw them back then. I do feel sorry about those who wanted to check in with me or with whom I used to talk regularly. But I do hope that some of the things I said today will explain my behavior. I also won't start communicating again like that, at least for now. I always felt a bit pressured and I'm not the best at maintaining conversations in private. If that changes, I'll make that clear.

That's it for now. I'm excited. I feel like writing again so here's to another chapter.

My inbox is open and will be, just as usual. No more messages to BMT, but you can call me M. Like in the Bond movies 😉

[kanazawa-division]

It was early afternoon when a certain former cheerleader picked up Kyler from his job at the police station. Beside her was her boyfriend, who had a small, yet still viewable smirk on his face. The reason: because of a white cloth that he used to disable the CIA operative's vision. Normally, he would have refused, but after Evelyn insisted, he begrudgingly cooperated.

"I hope you know I'm only doing this because of Evelyn. Under ordinary circumstances, I'd never let anyone blindfold me like this. ...Especially you of all people, Ace."

"Oh, I know. That's why I'm choosing to enjoy this as long as I can."

Kyler grunted as he could practically feel and see the shit-eating grin on his friendly rival's face. Being led from behind by Evelyn, he stopped as she placed his hands on his shoulders and was told to 'watch his head'. Bending down, he could feel himself getting inside a vehicle. He could only surmise that Ace was the one driving since he couldn't recall Evelyn ever driving anywhere. Did she even have a license for that matter?

But those thoughts ended as he could feel the car start and drive on. He sighed as he heard some cheesy pop song and heard Evelyn singing to it. As he sat there in the back seat, he could feel his eyelids getting itchy, no doubt due to the cloth covering his eyes.

"Hey, can I take this blindfold off now?"

"No."

"No!"

Kyler sighed once more, though he didn't know what other answer he was expecting.

"Well, can you at least tell me where we're going?"

"If we did that Kylie, it'd, like, ruin the surprise!"

"Yeah, but still..."

"Cool your jets, birthday boy. You'll see when we get there. Just sit back and enjoy the ride."

"Tch, if it's you driving, I'd be better off taking my chances walking."

"You want to? Cause I can stop the car. It's no trouble, whatsoever."

"Yes, please do."

"Hey!"

At this, both men felt one of their ears being pulled tightly, as if they had reverted back to their childhood.

"Ah!"

"No fighting! Not, like, today! It's Kyler's birthday, Acey. So, be nice!"

"Ugh, yeah, yeah."

Rubbing both of their ears, the two men chose to just keep quiet, while their female compatriot continued singing along with the radio. It was approximately a 45-minute long drive until the car finally slowed to a stop.

"We're here!"

Hearing the back door open, Kyler carefully stepped out of the car, being guided by Evelyn.

"Yes, but... where is here?"

Kyler could smell and hear the ocean, so he could only surmise that he was near the beach. And if he was a betting man, he could only educate that he and his friends were now in Okinawa.

"Stay here, okay? I gotta go make sure everything is, like, set up!"

Before he could say anything, he heard a pamper of feet getting further off in the distance, meaning he was alone with just his "oh-so-good friend" Ace, still blindfolded.

"So you are going to let me in on what this big surprise is exactly?"

"There's a reason it's called a 'surprise'., birthday boy."

"Well, can I, at least, take this stupid blindfold off now? I already know that we're in Okinawa."

"Hey, feel free to take it off. But if Evelyn gets upset at you, don't look to me for help."

Grumbling, the CIA official stood there his arms crossed. He could feel Ace standing somewhere around him, but the diplomat was silently playing with his phone, not paying his childhood rival much attention. They stood like that for up to three minutes until Kyler heard a slight vibrating sound close to him. He then felt Ace's car shake as the American ambassador hopped off of it.

"Alright, Evee says she's ready. Follow me."

...

"...Well?"

"How do you expect me to follow you when I can't see, genius?"

"Aren't you a CIA operative? Just put those handy skills of yours to use and follow my voice."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"...Ugh, fine. Give me your hand."

Though he really didn't want to, Kyler obeyed, holding his left hand out for Ace to take. With that, the diplomat led the operative to their 'secret' destination. After a brief walk, Ace told Kyler to 'stop' as he stepped away. The investigator heard the sound of a door opening and was once again led. He felt a rush of cool air hit him, which told him that he was inside a building. Feeling his hand being let go, Kyler then felt the bandana on his face come unloose. He was prepared to see light again, but to his surprise, it was dark even inside the building.

...That is, until Ace gave the 'thumbs-up' to someone, which prompted the lights to turn back on. As it did, the next thing Kyler heard was:

SURPRISE!!!

Kyler jumped back as he looked at a group of his friends and acquaintances all jumped out of their hiding places in Eagle's Nest. Namely: Evelyn, Rashaad, Joey, Wataru, and a few others from Kanazawa that he had worked with. Still surprised, Kyler looked as the bar was decorated with balloons, party planners, a banner with his name on it, and the piece de resistance, a birthday cake, which made the CIA operative shake his head with a grin.

He smiled as Joey continued singing 'Happy Birthday' until Wataru promptly told him to 'shut it'. He then looked as all the members of the Liberty Guild gifted him something for his birthday:

From Rashaad, it was a gold and black cigarette holder that made Kyler blink, surprised. Looking at it from all sides, he promptly thanked the bartender, promising to reciprocate.

From Evelyn, it was a watch with a thin blue line on it. Slipping it on, Kyler smiled as it was a perfect fit for his wrist. He promptly thanked his childhood friend, who gave him a small kiss on the cheek as thanks.

Lastly, the last gift was from Ace, which put Kyler on his guard, as he suspected something mean-spirited from the diplomat. Rolling his eyes, the American ambassador simply handed him his gift. Looking at it, Kyler, at first, thought it was a book of some sort. Upon opening it, he looked as it was a photo holder. But what made it even more special was that inside it was a picture of him and the most important person in his world, his finance, Roxanne. Though he came close to crying, he managed to hold it in, refusing to cry, especially in front of his rival. Giving him a 'thanks', he turned around, still staring at the picture of the love of his life.

...God, he missed her...

Kyler looked around as he took a bite from the piece of his birthday cake that had been nicely cut by Rashaad, his cheeks were staring to hurt from how long he had been smiling but honestly who wouldn’t? Granted he knew Evelyn was gonna pull something like this sooner or later but it still warmed his heart to know and see that his childhood friend still cares a great deal about him even after all the years that had passed.

He was also grateful for his new friends too and Ace but not as much, he shook his head fondly as he watched Joey wearing two party hats as horns on his head and trying to put a party hat on Wataru’s head, who looked like he was getting more annoyed by the second with Rashaad trying to keep the peace.

Truth be told, Kyler never thought he could end up like this. Surrounded by friends and people that cared about him, things were bad when he woke up from his coma and had gotten progressively worse afterwards, the blonde agent didn’t want to admit it but there had been times where he wanted to give up, that he couldn’t go on anymore…

But then he thought of parents, of Evelyn and his friends, of-

A buzzing sensation brought him out of his thoughts, fishing out his phone from his pocket, Kyler looked to see who exactly would be calling him before his eyes widen upon seeing the caller ID “Roxie ❤️”. Excusing himself and telling everyone he’ll be right back, Kyler headed towards the bathroom before answering the call.

“Happy Birthday, Kyler, baby! I love you!”

“I love you too Roxie, so much. Thank you.”

Thank you for the gift!

[princesssarisa]

Character ask: Kermit the Frog

Favorite thing about them: How kind, friendly, and idealistic he is, and how he usually serves as the stable "eye of the hurricane" among the craziness of the Muppets. Yet at the same time, how relatably (and humorously) stressed and angry he becomes when his patience is tested too far. Then there's his dry humor and sarcasm (which was more pronounced in the Tales from Muppetland and early Muppet Show era than in more recent years – in those days he could be a real smart aleck!), and his poetic dreamer quality, which probably stands out the most in his signature song, "Rainbow Connection." Because he's such a famous pop culture icon, it's easy to forget just how three-dimensional and (for want to a better word) human he is as a character, but he really is.

Least favorite thing about them: He can sometimes be a little mean when he loses his temper.

Three things I have in common with them:

*I love music and performing.

*Like both Kermit and @ariel-seagull-wings, I want to make people happy through the arts.

*I can be quiet and thoughtful sometimes, fun-loving and exuberant at other times.

Three things I don't have in common with them:

*I couldn't handle the stress of being the Muppets' leader.

*I don't have any desire to date a pig.

*I'm not green.

Favorite line:

From The Muppet Show:

Me, not crazy? I hired the others!"

From his showdown with Doc Hopper in The Muppet Movie:

"Yeah, well, I've got a dream, too. But it's about singing and dancing and making people happy. That's the kind of dream that gets better the more people you share it with. And, well, I've found a whole bunch of friends who have the same dream... And it kind of makes us like a family. Do you have anybody like that, Hopper? I mean, once you get all those restaurants, who are you gonna share it with? Who are your friends, Doc? Those guys?... I don't think you're a bad man, Doc. And I think if you look in your heart, you'll find you really wanna let me and my friends go to follow our dreams. But if that's not the kind of man you are, or what I'm saying doesn't make any sense to you, well, then, go ahead and kill me."

brOTP: The other Muppets, especially Fozzie, Gonzo, and his nephew Robin.

OTP: Miss Piggy, with reservations (see below).

nOTP: Any human.

Random headcanon: The original script for 1969's Hey, Cinderella! called for the Fairy Godmother to turn him into a coachman. But he had too much pride in his frog heritage to want such a thing – and besides, none of the human actors who auditioned for the part of Coachman-Kermit could imitate his voice well enough – so the script was changed to have him refuse to be turned human and drive the coach as a frog.

Unpopular opinion: I'm not particularly invested in shipping him with Miss Piggy. Their having broken up (again) in the 2015 ABC series doesn't outrage me, and to be honest, I wouldn't have minded if they had never "officially" gotten together at all, but had kept their old Muppet Show dynamic of Piggy pursuing Kermit unrequitedly. (Although a part of me is glad they moved past that, because dragging it out for decades might have made Piggy seem pathetic.) Maybe it's because I'm not a fan of "on-and-off" pairings, maybe it's because of Piggy's tendency to be violent when Kermit offends her, or maybe it's just because my introduction to the Muppets was Muppet Babies, which solidified "Kermit and Piggy are friends and Piggy just wishes they were a couple" as their default relationship in my mind. But while they've had nice romantic moments over the years, I'm content to see them be good friends instead of lovers.

Song I associate with them:

"Bein' Green"

"Rainbow Connection"

Favorite picture of them:

Some of these are borrowed from @ariel-seagull-wings

In his "Sesame Street News Flash" outfit:

As a baby:

With Jim Henson:

This poignant cartoon drawn by a Disney artist in 1990:

(I'd like to think Mickey came to visit and console him after Jim Henson died because he remembered going through the same pain when Walt Disney died.)

And with Miss Piggy:

[rogue-of-broken-time]

JSE Community Greet

Saw @archivefullofyoutubers start this, think it's a neat idea ^^

Preferred name: Rogue, or Kelly if you wanna use my irl name.

Preferred pronouns: she/her

When did you start watching JSE?

Well, uh, funny story about that… once upon a time in 2017 over the summer, I discovered his channel (I'd pop in to watch some videos now and then, but didn't "officially" sub and start watching a lot til September). One day, I was bored. Decided to check on his channel to see if anything good/new was there to watch. Saw a weird video– a thumbnail with glitches all over it and the title being "KILL JACKSEPTICEYE". Watched it for about 10 seconds, saw it was a medical game, noped outta there real hard, and never bothered to follow up on that until a couple of months later… so uh, yeah, I'd say late summer of 2017 xD

Why did you start watching JSE?

Frankly, it was because I'd seen this funny YouTube guy named Markiplier do some fun stuff with his friends Bob, Wade, and Jack, and I wanted more of Jack specifically. I had NO idea that it was even a thing they were so interconnected at the time. And now one could argue that I like Jack more. xD

What's your favorite things about the channel?

A lot of things, really, but overall I just really like how connected the community is. We've had our ups and downs (boy do I know it) but every little nook and cranny I've nestled into over the years here has felt like home, at least for a while. And I'm so glad to be part of a force for good in the world.

Do you have a fave ego?

Back in the day, JJ was my favorite. He's still up there, but now I can say with a degree of certainty that it's Marvin. I don't know why exactly, he's just SO appealing and I can't wait to know more about him.

What type of community member are you?

Theorist, baby! Oh, and I write from time to time. And edit as inspiration strikes. It really varies xD but I'd say most people probably know me for my theories. Those are a lot of fun to make ^^

What else do you enjoy?

Videogames of various sorts, D&D, talking with friends I've made through the community and sharing ideas. I'm always down to make things spicier than they need to be xD

Are you open to nice messages and new friends?

Hell yeah! I may be a theorist, but I am also a dumbass who has no clue what she's doing a lot of the time. As such, I may forget to respond in a timely manner (or at all), so if that does happen, I apologize profusely in advance– but please don't let this stop you from interacting! I really do love the interactivity that Tumblr offers and I'd love to share thoughts with you ^^

(Original JSE Greet prompt post here!)

[animeyanderelover]

Omg it's been so long since I've gotten here in time when requests are open but here I am anyway I hope your doing ok and things went well with your visit with friends &Grandparents anyways I feel weird asking it but after reading your intepretation you caught my intrigue I'd like to request yandere Ging hc of him with a s/o who always tries to move b/c he annoys her but he keeps coming back !!! Feel free to make it soft 😊

It's been a while indeed since I've seen you so I'm happy you made it. Sorry that it took so long, but school enables me to only write one post per day😞. Buuut...I have only one week left before holidays and the last week we won't do much anything so I hope that by tomorrow I'll be able to write more again!

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, obsessiveness, stalking, Ging annoying the s/o, meltdown of the s/o

Annoying

🍎I feel you, darling. It has to be exhausting to never know when exactly this man comes back or not, the times he just pops up in front of your house or has already somehow broken in and acting like he is at home. Ging simply can't help making bad impressions on his darling due to his constant absence and the indifference he seems to possess whenever they're pissed and want to scold him for his behavior. As someone who would like avoiding such arguments, he either disappears yet again or at least tries to calm you down in a way that doesn't help in most cases.

🍎You think moving away will work, hmm? Sorry to tell you, but it won't. Despite the impression that Ging doesn't look like he cares much and is a rather messy person, he is a respected Hunter. Connections, the possibilities he has with the status of being a Hunter and his very own skills are nothing to be forgotten and so he will have the new location of his darling found out the moment he finds out that they've moved. It's not like he pushes you into a corner for it the next time he just appears in front of the darling's door, ignoring their flabbergasted impression and going inside.

🍎The Hunter has already figured out from the very first incident why exactly you wanted to move, you were happy in your old home with the only thing annoying you being him. Ging is aware of his behavior and that it often has you feel like you want to rip your hair out yet he never really considered it too deeply. That is the kind of guy Ging is and it makes him a horrible person in more than just one pair of eyes. It just feels like he is not taking his darling seriously and ridicules them and that hurts, not to mention that he is so often away.

🍎So maybe now is the time to start recalling his actions and that he's made you go livid to the point where you do not want to be with him anymore. It becomes more and more visible every time you move away, slam the door shut as soon as he knocks on it or just refuses to open it at all. Something he would call "overreacting" at first seems to only turn more and more turbulent until the very first time his darling has a complete meltdown in front of him whilst he was telling them to chill out. Hysterical screaming and yelling whilst starting to burst out in tears before pushing him with violence out, slamming the door shut behind him.

🍎That was the first time Ging shut up when witnessing all of this, freezing and not knowing what to do. Even after he has been kicked down he doesn't know how to act, only the cries inside the house accompanying his thoughts for a while until you seem to calm down a bit. Overwhelmed would be the word to use for him, the feeling of helplessness and confusion, the feeling of having no idea what exactly to do now. It is the very first time his darling has given him such a emotional reaction, a highly negative one. The turning point where Ging has to ask himself if things can really stay the way they are or if he has to do something.

🍎Obviously he acts like a horrible person, but maybe he just happened to hit the wrong nerve after pocking for so long at you, maybe you just had enough. And as much as he hates troubles like those, even he is not too dumb or lazy to think that he can just act like he always did. Not this time, you clearly despise him by now. And that is not the kind of relationship he wishes to have when with the s/o. But the biggest problem for him now is what he is even suppose to do. He's no expert and will never be. How does someone apologize to their loved one without ruining things even more?

🍎The sudden disappearance from this man is something you're used to and wish for and that is what happens after. But not exactly for the reason you think. Ging believes that what you need now most is time to calm down, visiting you right after your outburst is not a wise option. Additionally he himself needs time to think now on what he should do, how he can make things right again. Well, as right as possible at least. It's written all over his face that something is bothering him and some people actually speak to him because of it. And Ging...well, after some time he tells them in vague details what is on his mind.

🍎Such talks are what turns out to be a big help because some people are surprisingly helpful. Especially all those married people who somewhat sympathize with the Hunter tell him in return their stories and what they did to make up with their partners and lovers. Lots of different advices and stories and yet Ging finds himself still having troubles. He's never done anything like this before so he is more nervous than he would like to admit after he has been away for a bit, tracking down the new home of yours again. Something really has to change.

🍎Blocking the door with his foot as you try to slam it shut right in front of his nose again is within his expectations as well as the yelling and he endures it with the same angering calmness as he always does. It's all the same in his darling's opinion. Until the very moment where he actually pulls out a bouquet of flowers from behind his back, handing them in a somewhat shy manner over. The man is highly embarrassed about it, not able to look his darling straight into their confused face as he stutters out an apology he has practiced beforehand. The practice was useless though, in front of the s/o this is a completely different thing.

🍎Instant forgiveness is not what you give him nor does he expect this. He did go too far about this time and he knows that he should stay to fix this. And he does. Somewhere else of course but it is the very first time he stays for a really long time since the grudge you have against him is not easy. During this time he comes to realize something uite importantt himself, how much of your life he actually missed whilst being constantly away. There are new hobbies and new friends you didn't know you had before and some of those friends are people he doesn't like. Because they're too close and you ignore him for them.

🍎It's rather silly since they're the only ones who kept you company whilst he was always away and he deserves this, but karma is a bitter bitch as he experiences himself. The relationship you two once had is in your eyes probably no more, increasing the danger of you falling in love with someone else, someone who will actually stay with you. Maybe that is why Ging turns unusually petty, following his darling around and biting his tongue when he catches them with one of those people he has officially recognized as love rivals. What a nasty feeling jealousy is and how frustrating your grin is when you caught him jealous for the very first time in a long while. Seems like the roles have reversed, haven't they?

🍎Using his connections is an option, but by now Ging is far too much provoked to do this himself. Not like he was planning before to use it, another drama with you is the last thing on his list he wants. His darling is letting him dance around here for quite a bit to the point where he accuses them mentally for being a sadist since he is pushed to do so many things he never did before and for that feels extremely awkward. Yet he goes through everything with embarrassment burning his skin, the desire to want the relationship far greater.

🍎The s/o comes to realize that he is serious as well, though doubting it at first. But the constant small gifts and the fact that he apologizes whenever he sees themplus tehe valuable fact that he stays around for a very long time convince them after some time. But forgiving him sweetly right after isn't what you would want after all the emotional roller coaster. You'll get back at him for everything before you shall grant him the relationship back. It takes a very long time and by the end of it Ging has probably the most frustrating months of his entire life behind him so it's safe to assume that now he knows how you must feel. Believe me, he has learned his lesson of a lifetime to treat his darling better from now on.

[classysassy9791]

Fandom: Inuyasha Genre: Romance/Humor/Fluff Pairing: InuKag Rating: T

Originally written for @inukag-week on tumblr circa 2016, now officially being updated. Its been a hot minute, hasn't it?

For InuKag Week - Day 2: Warmth

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Part 2 Word Count: 2,600

Can also be found on FFN and AO3.

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Kagome couldn't remember the last time she had laughed so hard.

Sometime between the moment she met the arrogant, rude man known as Inuyasha and the three shots she had consumed, they had fallen into a flirtatious banter that she rather enjoyed. Gone was the pompous jerk who had so rudely called her audacious names, replaced by a man who proved to actually be decent company.

No, she hadn't forgotten about their initial meeting, but as she downed another shot of whiskey, she realized she didn't much care. For the first time in months - maybe longer - Kagome found herself enjoying her evening. With her shackles removed and her inhibitions lowered, she relished in the sweet taste of freedom that had been sorely lacking from her life.

"You did not!" she squealed with absurdity in her tone, clamping a hand over her mouth.

Inuyasha chuckled, tilting his glass and giving a half-shrug. "I did," he confessed sheepishly, but not at all ashamed of his actions. "Miroku ran down the dorm hall, completely naked, screaming after me."

Kagome shook her head. "I can honestly say I have never stolen my roommates clothes while they were in the shower. Or pulled any pranks on them, really."

"To be fair," he continued, signaling the bartender for another round. "He actually met his girlfriend that way."

"By running naked down the hallway?"

He nodded. "Knocked her down and stopped to apologize."

"Still want to leave the tab open?" Kouga interrupted.

"Yeah, that's fine." Inuyasha finished off his beer. "Another round of whiskey shots while you're at it."

Flashing Kagome a smile, Kouga took their empty glasses. "You're going to dry me out."

"It's still early," Kagome barbed playfully. "Your bar will last until midnight at the very least."

He chuckled, filling up their shot glasses and handing them another drink. "Oh, thanks. I was afraid I'd have to close up soon."

Leaving with a, "flag me down if you need me," Kouga wandered to the other end of the bar where a busty blonde waved at him.

Typical, Kagome thought sourly. On the one hand, she didn't like the way her thoughts were turning, considering she didn't really know Kouga, and hated grouping him in with the rest of the spineless male population she had become accustomed to - especially since he was a bartender and it was literally his job to tend to the needs of his customers. But on the other hand, she couldn't help but feel bitter about his attention leaving her. Maybe it was because she had so blatantly been deprived of it for so long, that her longing for companionship had been exacerbated ten-fold.

Taking a sip of beer - which she had switched to once they started doing shots - Kagome heard her phone buzz in her purse again; it had already gone off several times during her conversation with Inuyasha. She finally pulled it out and unlocked it, frowning at the array of messages popping up on her screen.

Inuyasha raised a brow at the irritable look that overcame her expression before Kagome sighed and locked her phone. She quickly downed her shot of whiskey, not even bothering to 'cheers' him.

"Everything okay?" Inuyasha questioned, against his better judgement. There was a reason people showed up by themselves at a bar on Friday nights - either to drown their sorrows in whiskey or to find company for a few fleeting, midnight hours.

Kagome pressed her lips together. She didn't come to the bar to talk about her problems. She wasn't some sad case that needed a therapist to pour her drinks. If anything, she wanted to forget about the emotional damage that had been inflicted earlier that day. Her heart had been broken, her ego bruised, and no matter how many times her friends had told her he wasn't worth it, their sympathies didn't make her feel any better.

But, alcohol had a funny habit of turning into truth serum, and she found herself spilling her guts before she could stop herself. "Just my ex-boyfriend - er, fiance - blowing up my phone."

Inuyasha chuckled. "Can't take a hint, huh?"

Kagome shrugged with a bitter smile. "I mean, he broke off the engagement. Not sure why he can't follow through with his decision."

She had expected sympathy, perhaps even empathy. That's what most people offered in a situation like this, when they didn't know what to say or how to react. But Kagome was caught off-guard by Inuyasha's next question.

"How long were you together?"

Kagome eyed him curiously, his honey gaze hiding a wealth of understanding. "Five years," she answered him, twirling a strand of her dark hair around her finger. "Planned our life together, put a ring on it, and even booked the venue. But… I suppose he got cold feet a long time ago."

"His loss. What kind of bastard would put someone through that?"

She hummed thoughtfully, but didn't answer. It wasn't in her best interest to start talking about the past now, and she would rather take the spotlight off of herself all together. "What about you?" she asked her barstool companion as she took another sip of beer. "Any lucky ladies in your life?"

Inuyasha chuckled mirthlessly. "Nah, not anymore."

Kagome arched a brow. "Dare I ask?"

"Not much to tell. Her career and ambitions drove a wedge between us, and she decided they were more important than me. Simple as that."

"Sounds high maintenance."

He grinned. "Something like that. I mean, she knew what she wanted and didn't care what stood in her way. Even me."

Kagome felt an ache beneath her breast for the man beside her. She knew the pain of rejection very well. "Put out in the rain just like a dog. Doesn't that bother you?" she asked, tilting her head.

He frowned at her choice of words, and Kagome knew she may have touched a nerve then, but the alcohol had stripped her of her filter apparently.

"Well, I guess we're all damaged somehow," he replied with a shrug.

She scrunched her nose. "That's a bit thoughtless."

"What can I say? Shit happens. Get over it."

And then Kagome suddenly remembered the arrogant, rude, condescending jerk she had met when she had sat down at the bar earlier in the night. She narrowed her eyes. "Why are you such an ass?"

Inuyasha smirked while bringing his beer to his lips. "You are what you eat?"

Kagome let loose a growl of frustration. She had only known him for a short time, but she had quickly learned that Inuyasha was the most infuriating human being on the planet! "Your immaturity is revolting," she stated matter-of-factly, waving down Kouga for another shot of whiskey. She was definitely not drunk enough to deal with the way the conversation had turned.

"I'm not known for my friendly disposition."

Kagome glared at the man sitting next to her. "Is it fun being a jerk to me? Does it satisfy you?"

Inuyasha chuckled. "Actually, it is pretty entertaining."

She rolled her eyes. "You know, Inuyasha. You can hide behind that fake bravado all you want, but I know you're just a big softie underneath."

"Keh," he grumbled, finishing off his beer.

Kagome threw him a glare. "What? No witty repartee?"

He set down his empty glass with a little more force than usual, grabbing Kagome's attention. "I know your type, wench," he snapped, his amber eyes boring into hers. "I know exactly the kind of person you are; all high and mighty, acting as if you're better than everyone else. You think you can show someone how great life can be and how fantastic it is if I would just try. Well, sorry to break it to you, sweetheart, but not everyone is worth saving, all right?"

His words left Kagome stunned into silence for a brief moment. How did their witty banter only a few minutes ago turn into this? This… This denied anger and unadulterated cynicism had Kagome reeling, her thoughts turning to what exactly had penetrated Inuyasha's life so completely that he had such a negative outlook on such.

She pursed her lips. "How much do you think you're worth?"

Inuyasha shrugged. "Like twenty bucks. Or two twinkies." He grinned at his own comment, but Kagome didn't find it very funny.

If anything, Kagome felt pity for him. No matter how bleak her life became, she always managed to find the good in it. If a person couldn't do that�� Well, that was a pretty sad way to live. "As much as I would love to hear you divulge all of your secrets, this is a great song and I feel like dancing."

"Look, wench," Inuyasha barked out, his anger palpable. "I'm not looking for your validation. I'm pretty fucking happy with my life of dirty pennies and whiskey bottles. We don't all need to be Barbie."

She looked over at him, the low dim of the bar lights shining off his silver hair, and found she could only nurse one wounded heart at a time. "I just wanted you to leave tonight and think the world is a little less horrible than you thought."

"Hey, pretty lady," Kouga greeted as he appeared at the perfect time with another shot of whiskey for her and a full beer, stealing her full attention away from Inuyasha.

Kagome immediately downed the shot and chased it with her beer, ready to forget half of the night and lose herself in the music pounding through the speakers. As the evening wore on, the bar became busier, and the DJ had started up a round of tunes that had half the customers on the dance floor.

Kouga watched her curiously, arching a brow. "You alright there?"

"Dance with me?" she called over the bass pounding through the speakers. Oh yes, it was now the time of the night in which she had no qualms for asking for what she wanted.

He chuckled and glanced over at the other bartenders who appeared to have things under control. "You can steal me for a few minutes."

Kagome grinned and giggled like a school girl, leaving Inuyasha behind without delay. Kouga met her at the end of the bar and took her hand in his as she pulled him out onto the dance floor.

Some upbeat dance music blasted through the speakers. Kagome moved and swayed through the bodies crowding near the DJ, the vibrations of the music becoming part of her energy, raising her up several levels at once. Gone were her heartbroken wallows and the biting arrogance of her barstool companion. Her mind buzzed with pure joy. She moved in her dress like her hips were made to sway, the black sequins catching the disco ball that twirled above, causing her to glitter on the dance floor.

Kouga pulled her close, his strong hand pressed against the small of her back, his chiseled chest pressed against hers. She ran her fingers through her messy hair and pulled it to the side, feeling the beat of the music pound with each beat of her heart. Bodies pressed in tighter all around them. Kagome felt the part of her that was really her come out to play, to feel the vibe of the music and let her body go free.

"You're beautiful," Kouga's voice whispered in her ear, sending shivers down her spine.

His lips looked soft and very kissable, and Kagome knew her decision-making skills were indeed hindered by the alcohol that buzzed through her veins. And then his attention was caught by something else, his royal blue eyes pulling from hers to the outskirts of the dance floor. He said something to her, attempting to shout above the music, but his words were swallowed up by the electric beat that kept her entranced.

Kagome felt his hands slip from around her waist and he disappeared into the crowd. She didn't bother to follow, her hands playing with her hair, her hips moving to the music as she lost herself within it. This was what her heartbroken soul had fiercely needed; a night to forget all the troubles of the day.

Large, meaty hands found her waist, but they were unfamiliar and too warm to the touch. Kagome felt a warm flush find her cheeks as she gazed up to meet a stranger's hazy stare. He pulled her in close - too close - and even in her alcohol-ridden mind, she felt mild panic begin like sparks in her abdomen.

She tried to push him away, first gently and then forcefully, pretending to laugh at his behavior. "Thanks for the dance, but I need some fresh air."

"C'me on, baby," he slurred, pulling her tighter to his sweaty frame, his hot breath rolling over her skin. "We just met. Let's dance s'me more."

Kagome frowned. "I said no." Before she could stomp on his foot and fight her way out of the throng of dancers, the man was forcefully pulled away from her. They became separated by another man, one with very familiar silver hair who had his back to her. She didn't hear the words exchanged, but whatever was said was enough to send the man scampering off to the other side of the bar.

Inuyasha turned around, his piercing honey eyes studying her expression, before his hand gently wrapped around her waist. His grip on her wasn't strong like Kouga's, or possessive like the stranger. Inuyasha's hand was warm against the small of her back, and the anxiety she felt moments ago melted away.

"You okay?" he asked, swaying his hips in tune with hers as they continued to dance to the beat of the music.

She grinned up at him. "Were you worried about me, jerk?"

"Keh," he grumbled, his lips pulling into a smirk. "I despise you more than any other human I've ever had the displeasure of meeting. You're loud and wild and apparently have no sense of self-preservation. You also act like you have the mental capacity of a five year old."

"Are you flirting with me?" she barbed in return.

"Maybe."

His hand found the back of her neck, his fingers finding purchase in her hair, his hips grinding against hers. Warmth pooled into the pit of her stomach, his breath caressing her skin, and she moved her lips to find his.

Kagome barely had a moment to react before he pressed his tongue to the seam of her lips and delved inside her mouth. It was a very sloppy kiss with the strong scent of beer being exchanged between their billowing breaths. Her arm reached up and tangled around his strong neck. She pulled away and arched up into his broad chest, letting a moan escape in the contact of body heat against her own, before she drew back into his lips.

She could nearly taste the slight bitterness of the beer as it rolled off her tongue and seeped down her throat with every push of his tongue against hers. The kiss coupled with the beer and whiskey humming through her system obliterated every thought. For the first time that day, her mind was locked into the present. Her usual concerns for her life were suspended, and she had no wish for the kiss to end.

But as the music changed, they pulled apart. Inuyasha's skin shimmered with sweat and his amber eyes flecked with gold held her gaze. The beat of the music consumed them under the crazy neon lights, and Kagome felt alive during a night that was still so young.

[justanoutlawfic]

Domesticity prompt Thanksgiving for Red Snowing please ! :) (You could literally make up what a thanksgiving is like and I'd believe you no matter what as my general perception of them is through Brooklyn Nine-Nine lol)

Here is a bit of Thanksgiving from me to you! :) This ended up being a bit more Daddy Charming than I expected haha. I’ve set this as a divergence of season 2, where Red Snowing didn’t find out about Neal being Henry’s dad until they got back to Storybrooke (and obviously in a world where Red Snowing is together).

This was submitted from this prompt list. Send me a number and a pairing and I’ll write a ficlet. :)

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“It’sa good thing we don’t have Thanksgivings in our land, because that dinner wouldsuck.”

It was a joke, one made under shock. When Emma hadcome off that boat with a strange man in tow, they didn’t know what to think.Neal was Henry’s father, which meant that they were all related to Rumpelstiltskinin some way. At the time, they still had some odd feelings for him, beingrelated to Regina was weird enough as it was.

In time, though, things had changed. Ruby, Snow andDavid had gotten closer with both Henry’s adoptive grandmother and hisgrandfather, not to mention his father as well. Things weren’t always happy, infact there would always be squabbling, but they were still a family and wouldn’thave it any other way.

What they didn’t realize was that Emma had overheardDavid’s words about Thanksgivings. The truth was, in Storybrooke, they didn’t havethat holiday over the curse. Regina had only incorporated the ones they had inthe Enchanted Forest, modernizing them however she could. Henry had read aboutit, though, and he wanted to have it.

“Come on, Mom, it’d be so much fun. We could have abig dinner at Granny’s,” he said.

Emma shook her head. “I don’t think your grandparentswould be okay with it, at least not your Grandpa David.”

“Gramps loves holidays, he always goes all out forthem.”

“I once heard him say that Thanksgiving would suck,”Emma said, not wanting him to know the full version of that sentence, she feltit wouldn’t help. “Look, I’d like to have one, I never had a real Thanksgivinggrowing up. I just don’t think it’s their thing, kid.”

Little did she know, Ruby had been listening in on theconversation as she had come up to tell them that dinner was close to beingready. She turned on the stairs and headed back down to the kitchen. Snowlooked up from the roast she had pulled out of the oven.

“Weren’t you getting Emma and Henry?”

“I was.” She turned to David. “You screwed up.”

David raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“Do you remember what you said about Thanksgiving,after Neal came to Storybrooke?”

“Um…no.”

“You said dinners with the whole family would suck. Atthe time, I thought it was funny, but it turns out our daughter overheard. Shealways wanted to have a Thanksgiving, but now she thinks you don’t want one.”

David tilted his head back, shutting his eyes. He hadsaid those things out of shock. How many people would react well to finding outthat the Dark One was their son’s other grandfather? That the man who had abandonedhis daughter was back in her life? Of course now he liked both Rumple and Neal.He hadn’t ever meant for Emma to overhear.

“We need to fix this,” he said.

“How?” Snow asked.

Henry’s voice came from the kitchen doorway. “OperationTurkey,” he said. His grandparents looked up in surprise. “Don’t worry, Mom isstill upstairs, she didn’t hear a thing. We can plan the best Thanksgiving forher.”

Ruby grinned and ruffled his hair. “I like the way youthink, kiddo. But we don’t know much about Thanksgiving.”

“I have a plan for that too.”

The next day when Emma headed out to the station,Henry sat his three grandparents down. He held up a bunch of tapes. Snow tookthem, studying the sides.

“FRIENDS, Will and Grace, How I Met Your Mother, Brooklyn Nine-Nine, CharlieBrown…what are all of these?”

“Some of the best Thanksgiving specials,” Henryexplained. “We can learn a lot about the holiday from these.”

David beamed. “That’s a great idea.”

They marathoned the tapes, with Snow insisting ontaking notes of course. They did find it funny that one of the How I Met YourMother episodes included an actress that looked very much like Emma. They got afew good recipes, though Snow and Ruby promised not to make any trifles likeRachel did in FRIENDS. David found the meal in Charlie Brown the best and feltthat Emma would like a dinner of popcorn, pretzel sticks, toast and jellybeans,only to get shot down.

Henry was in charge ofthe guest list. He invited Regina, Rumple, Belle, Neal and many of the otherresidents of Storybrooke. Ruby got Granny to agree to shut the diner down forthe afternoon, since they couldn’t fit everyone into the loft. Snow and Rubytold her they’d help her cook the meal and would provide a lot of the food.David was given the shopping list and he headed to the store, grabbingeverything they would need. Luckily, despite the town not celebrating, they hada lot of the usual Thanksgiving treats. As he was heading out, he got an idea…

Emma woke up on Thanksgiving morning, feeling asthough it was just another day, as it always was. There had been a few homesthat actually celebrated, but didn’t allow her to take part in the festivities.She knew her father’s feelings on the holiday and wasn’t about to make him feeluncomfortable. After changing into a comfy sweater and some jeans, she headeddownstairs. Henry was on the couch with David, the Macy’s Thanksgiving DayParade was on the television. She did her best not to give him a scolding look.

“What’s this?”

“Seems like a parade,” David said. “You guys seem tohave these for every holiday.”

Emma shrugged. “It’s tradition.”

“Have you ever been to one, Mom?” Henry asked.

“Once, when I lived in New York City. It was okay.”

“Maybe we could go to one, one year,” David suggested.

Emma raised an eyebrow. “Really?”

“Yeah, it looks like fun. Look at that, a Garfieldballoon, that’s my favorite comic.”

Emma couldn’t help but smile a bit as she sat downnext to her dad. She almost didn’t notice that her moms weren’t in the loft.That was until she looked around and didn’t see them anywhere.

“Where’s Mom and Mama?” She asked.

“They had to help Granny with something,” David said. “We’llhead down there later for lunch, I’m sure you could use a grilled cheese.”

“Sounds good,” Emma said with a slight nod.

Once the parade was over, David and Henry went tochange. When they were done, they headed down to the diner. Emma noticed thatit was pretty packed, with Regina’s Mercedes and Rumple’s Cadillac in theparking lot. Maybe she could convince them to have a family lunch, even if it wasn’tan official Thanksgiving meal…

She walked inside the diner and her mouth droppedopen. There was a large table set up with all the typical Thanksgiving foods:turkey, stuffing, cranberry sauce and mashed potatoes. There was even Regina’sfamous lasagna. On the counter were various pies and cookies. Everyone seemedto be in the diner from Regina and Neal to Rumpelstiltskin and Belle. Even Novaand Leroy were there along with Geppetto, August and Archie.

“Happy Thanksgiving!” Snow exclaimed, walking over andwrapping her arms around Emma.

“I…I don’t understand,” she sputtered out. “I didn’t think…”

“We’re in this realm now,” Ruby pointed out.

“Plus, any excuse to eat turkey,” Neal joked with agrin.

Emma couldn’t believe it. The entire crazy family treewas present. She had never had a meal with this many people, let alone aThanksgiving dinner. Everything smelt absolutely delicious. Ruby wrapped an armaround her and lead her over to her seat at the table. Everyone dug into the magnificentfeast that was prepared. Emma had never tasted a turkey that had tasted sogood. She even agreed to eat some of the vegetables, everything was delicious.She wasn’t sure if it was her mothers’ and grandmother’s cooking, or just thefact that they were all there together. They all talked, bickered and laughed,sharing stories from over the years.

After dessert, Emma felt it was time to take a break.She loved hanging out with everyone, but it was still a bit overwhelming. Sheheaded outside as the sun was setting and settled down onto one of the chairs.She heard the door open behind her, followed by her father’s voice.

“Too full for one more meal?” He asked.

Emma turned around and found him holding a paper platefilled with jelly beans, toast, pretzel sticks and popcorn. “Charlie Brown.” Shegrinned. “Let me guess, Henry had you watched it?”

“I happened to like it,” David said, sitting next toher and setting it down.

“I grew up watching it.” She popped a piece of popcornin her mouth. “I used to envision a meal like that. As much as I loved theturkey and all, I think this is my favorite.”

“I’m glad.” David was quiet for a moment as he munchedon a jelly bean. “I just wanted to apologize.”

“Apologize? For what? This day has been amazing.”

“I know you overheard what I said about Thanksgiving whenNeal came here.”

“Dad…”

“Look, Em, at the time, I was caught off guard. For awhile, I had been the only man in Henry’s life. Suddenly, he had not just hisfather, but another grandpa. Plus, I didn’t know either of them very well. Nealhad hurt you, I didn’t want him to do that again. We just barely trustedRegina. I couldn’t picture us having a meal together,” he explained. He gaveher a soft smile. “You changed my feelings about that.”

Emma raised an eyebrow. “I did?”

“Emma, you’re such a good person. You always want togive people a second chance. You stood up for Regina when no one else would.Heck, even with me.”

“What about you?”

“During the curse, you gave me the benefit of thedoubt. You trusted that I hadn’t hurt Abigail. You felt the same about yourmother. Even with your mama, she told me how you gave her a job when she quitGranny’s. You believe in others, you’re a true hero.”

Emma felt herself blushing, still not used to suchpraise. She leaned into him and he wrapped an arm around her.

“Maybe it’s genetic. After all, I’m the daughter ofthree amazing ones.”

“Your moms, but me…”

“Dad, you risked your life for all of us, severaltimes, myself included. You’re my hero. The weird thing is, when I was younger,the Prince Charming from Disney’s Snow White was too. I guess the whole time Iknew the truth.”

David beamed, kissing thetop of her head. Emma let out a deep breath, feeling very content. Little didthey know that Henry, Ruby and Snow were watching from the window with a smile.Operation Turkey had been a success.

[fifteenstrawberries]

hello there. A while back you asked if you could jump off my idea about Ryou waking up to Takashi screaming and I responded with - I believe - a 'hell yes!' or something to that line. My dash is crap however. Did you ever write that? If not, I understand that the muse comes and goes but if you did and I missed it is there any way I could get a link? I'd love to read some more about Ryou and that idea is such a heartbreak waiting to happen.

Hi there!

So three days after you sent me this (sorry, this is like the one week in the entire year that I’m too busy/tired/frazzled to answer immediately) 

In spite of my best  intentions, I do not yet have an actual fic. But I do have an outline for one! (It’s basically me just wallowing in angsty twin feels, so I hope you enjoy!)

(put the rest under a read more because holy cow this got long)

(I think you’ve built your headcanons so that Ryou was actually captured by the Galra and put in the arena because they thought he was the Champion? So I hope you don’t mind that this doesn’t follow that.)

So it starts out in space, of course. Some intelligence gathering mission on a planet that’s not quite under Galra control anymore, the crime bosses have more power here than the empire appointed officials, so it’s relatively safe and when the Blade of Mamora asks Voltron to gather some information here, Allura can’t see any reason to refuse.

Safe, of course, is relative. Lance and Keith are running back to the Hangar where they docked the small Altean pod. (“I wanted to bring the Lions!” Lance shouted over blaster fire, “But nooooo, somebody wanted to be stealthy!”

“Not. Helping.” Keith bit out, braced behind his shield.)

Then, a mysterious alien in a space suit jumps into the fray! He knocks out just enough of the aliens shooting at Keith and Lance that they’re able to turn to turn the tide of the battle, and then all three of them skedaddle–

(“Not that I mind,” Lance drawled, eyeing the mysterious stranger while Keith traded between suspicious glares and white knuckled flying to avoid the galra drone ships hot on their tail, “But why exactly did you decide to help us?”

“I’ll tell you after we lose these guys,” the alien rasped, hanging on for dear life as Keith barrel-rolled to avoid taking fire.)

– off-planet, up to where Shiro is waiting on the dark side of this planet’s third moon to smash the drone ships and shepherd the little pod back to the castle ship.

(The alien’s breath caught when the Black Lion exploded into view, and really, Lance couldn’t blame them. Shiro and the Black Lion coming down on the Galra like an avenging angel was a sight to behold.

“Lance, Keith, are you alright?”

Shiro’s face pops up on the screen and Keith visibly relaxes.

“We’re fine.” Keith says, “Things got a little dicey but nothing we couldn’t handle.”

“We?” Lance glared at him, “What we? I was the one saving our bacon down there. You were useless.”

Keith ignored him. “We got away thanks to this guy.” Keith nodded back at the alien.

… who didn’t seem to even be breathing, standing stock still.

“Thank you,” Shiro said,  and that seemed to spur them into motion. They started pulling on the clasps on their helmet as Shiro spoke, “I’m not sure what we can do to repay you but–”

With a hiss of pressurized air, the helmet came off, revealing a man, a human. Buzzed black hair, pale skin, and wide black eyes that stared at Shiro like the world had ended and reformed in front of him.

“Taka?” he asked, and without a respirator to filter that voice was achingly familiar.

Shiro stopped, looking more closely at the stranger (but he wasn’t a stranger, not really, Lance could see that now). Emotions flitted across his face, confusion, horror, then a wild, tremulous hope.

“… Ryou?”

(Because Shiro forgot that too. Not just the previous year, but everything. Why else would he leave Earth behind without a backwards glance, without a single word of complaint? It was his home, he knew that intellectually, but he had forgotten why.)

They fly back to the castle. Ryou is standing and the front of the ship, fingers drumming anxiously on the console, (Keith is casting incredulous glances at him and Lance can’t blame him because holy shit, Shiro has a twin? Since when?). They don’t bother with the individual hangars, going to the large main one so that the Black Lion and the little pod can dock in the same space.

It’s just as well, because as soon at the hangar doors close and the pressure stabilizes, Black’s head dips down and Shiro almost falls out, hits the ground, rolls, and starts running. In the same breath, the pod’s view shield comes down and Ryou vaults out, starts running as well, and the twins meet each other halfway, crash into each other, and just

hold

as tight as they can, sinking to the ground, and showing no signs of letting go.

By that point, Lance and Keith have let everyone know, uh guys, somehow we have double the Shiroganes? And give them a minute because damn.

And there’s the usual questions from Shiro, because what the hell was his brother doing in space?

(“I was looking for you, dumbass, why do you think?” Ryou said, his forehead pressed against Shiro’s.)

And the usual questions from Ryou as well, because Taka was supposed to be dead, and as grateful as he was to be definitively proven wrong, Ryou really really wanted to know who the fuck had given his brother so many scars.

And from the rest of the team … it hurts a little, to see Takashi and Ryou reunited. Not just because all of them have families that they miss, but to see the differences between the twins? Ryou– as tall as Takashi, with blacksmith’s arms, a full head of black hair, an unscarred face and both of his own arms– looks soft and so young, compared to Takashi.

(It hurts because they can look at Shiro and look and Ryou and think Ah. So this is what the Galra did.)

And let’s have a bit of fun here, and say that multiple births on Altea just didn’t happen, so when Takashi introduces Allura and Coran to his brother, Coran takes one look at Ryou and exclaims, “I had no idea cloning technology on Earth was that advanced!”

Ryou and Taka just looking at each other. “Wow,” Ryou rolls his eyes, “Never heard that one before.”

“No no, I don’t think he’s joking.”

After being reassured that no, actually, monozygotic twin are actually a thing that happens on Earth, and this isn’t an evil alien plot (the aliens being the humans in this case, of course) Allura proceeds to recruit the hell out of Ryou, because if he can match even half of what Shiro can bring to the table  … she didn’t get this far by being stupid.

So she gives Ryou the grand tour, the hangars with the rest of the Lions, the castle bridge, the map room with it’s galaxies of red distress beacons, all the while giving the Voltron spiel, which really, she didn’t need to, because as soon as Ryou heard “We’re getting back at the people who hurt Shiro” he was like, yes, sign me the fuck up and point me toward your junkyard, I will build you the best bombs.

(“Wait,” Ryou frowned, “Who’s your support staff again?”

“That would be me and Coran,” Allura said, blinking in surprise, “The paladins help with maintenance when they can, but they have to concentrate on their training and their Lions.”

“Of course,” Ryou nodded, glancing around, “Just to clarify, you have seven people on a ship originally designed for hundreds, if not thousands … and you’re doing cooking, cleaning, routine maintenance, training five pilots on totally alien warships that not even you fully understand, gathering intel, doing rescue missions … am I missing anything?”

“Don’t forget doing favors for the Blade of Mamora.” Keith pointed out.

“Looking for my family.” Pidge added.

“And don’t forget fighting for our lives when the Galra manage to track us down.” Hunk said, “Sometimes they send a fleet, sometimes they send a robeast, sometimes they send both!”

“Right,” Ryou said faintly, “So like– no judgement, here, seriously– but do you guys ever sleep?”

“Pfft, of course we sleep,” Lance scoffed, “How else do you think I maintain my stunning good looks? Eight full hours, baby.”

The other six looked at each other, somewhat guiltily.

“Well …” Allura started.

“No?” Hunk said.

Pidge snorted, “Sleep is for the weak.”

“Yeah,” Ryou muttered, “That’s what I thought.”)

They finish their BoM favor– the last step involves a dead drop, so very little effort neccesary. And just … take the day off. Catch up on, share wild adventures, hear the latest from earth, (“You,” Ryou points an accusing finger at Pidge, “Call your mother. All of you need to do that, actually, but you especially.”) make real  dinner for once instead of just the goo.

Nobody misses that Takashi and Ryou stay next to each other the entire time. Shoulder pressed to shoulder, or holding hands, neither seems to want to let go.

Later that night, after everything is winding down and everyone is tired and full of good food, and Allura is fretting because she doesn’t have a cabin prepared for Ryou …

(“Don’t worry about it, I’ll bunk with Taka tonight,” Ryou glanced at his brother, “Sound good?”)

And everyone is floored, because whether they meant to or not, part of the culture that’s sprung up among the paladins is You Do Not Go Into Shiro’s Room. They might go barging into each other’s rooms at odd hours, but for the eight hour designated Sleep Time (whether or not they’re actually sleeping), nobody bothers Shiro. Like seriously, it’s not like he’s not available to them every other hour of the day. The guy has enough to deal with, the least they can do is give him his personal space.

So anyway, yeah, Takashi and Ryou go to their room, Takashi pulls out the spare futon–

(Ryou raised an eyebrow as Takashi hunted around in the closet, “Futons? Really?”

Takashi shrugged, “The bed was too soft.”)

–And the two of them just sit and …they’re not even talking, not about anything important. Palm pressed to palm, comparing their hands, and how so much has changed over just a year. After a lifetime of engineering and building, Ryou’s hands had always been rougher than Takashi’s. Calloused, with bruised nails, with electrical burns and solder scars.

Now?

Even the worst scar Ryou has ever had is nothing compared to the tattered mess of Takashi’s sole remaining hand, hidden underneath a black half-glove that he’d borrowed from Keith all those weeks ago back on earth. Criss crossed scars, crooked fingers where smashed bone hadn’t healed right, a distressingly large slice gouging into the meat of his palm. And the other …

(“Do you like it?” Ryou asked, fingers running over the metal panels that made up Takashi’s prosthetic arm.

“It works,” Takashi said, “It’s better than nothing.”

“Not what I asked.”

Seconds passed silently, Ryou examining the alien prosthetic and Takashi allowing it.

“I hate it.” He said softly.

Ryou nodded, “I’ll make you a new one,” he promised, “a better one. As soon as I figure out how it works.”)

And then, they go to sleep. And it’s in a strange place, far, far away from home. But his brother is right next to him, snoring softly, and Ryou thinks, maybe this won’t be so bad.

  He wakes up to screaming.

Night terror, whispers the logical part of his brain, but to the rest of him doesn’t care, is panicking because his brother is screaming–

Taka, he yells, shaking his brother roughly, Taka, wake up!

And when Taka finally opens his eyes, wide and startled, but focuses on him quickly enough, “Ryou?” He asks, his voice puzzled and sleep-rough, “What’s wrong?”

And Ryou just–

Pulls back the covers. Holds them up in an unspoken invitation. And when Taka moves over and they’re sharing one futon like they used to when they were kids, Ryou pulls the covers back over them and wraps shaking arms around his brother.

“You were screaming,” He tells Taka quietly.

Taka goes still. “Sorry,” He whispers, “I’m okay now, though.”

Ryou squeezes his eyes shut and hugs his brother closer, because no, Taka wasn’t okay at all.