#empress of my heart forever and ever my beloved

[femvaylin]

I LOVE Vaylin SO MUCH and she’s done nothing wrong in her ENTIRE LIFE and I would kill THE WORLD for her

[pyrodolls]

Hey can I request yandere x gn reader, you can choose the chatacter from mk1 please. Where the yandere is obviously obsessed, but in the 'i live you so much, you can do nothing wring, i would die for you' kind of way? They absolutely adore the reader and would do anything. The reader tell them to cook and clean and suddenly they are the perfect house-husband. No matter what

yandere reptile/syzoth x reader hcs

warnings: slight angst, toxic relationship, slight mentions of violence, obsessiveness, ooc syzoth, regular yandere tendencies yk

summary: just some hcs of yandere syzoth being absolutely down bad for (gender neutral) reader

a/n: anon… you literally read my mind we are the same person. i see you i hear you i feel you. anyways my inbox is full of yandere reqs, i’m very sorry to anyone who has had their request sitting in my inbox for a while, i will get to all of them eventually i promise!! also this was kinda sad oopsies

after the loss of his family, syzoth thought there was nothing to live for anymore. sure, he became empress mileena's emissary, but he could be easily replaced. why should he continue to live if he doesn't have anything driving him to get up every morning?

every day he felt as if his life was just a cold, dark void. every day he'd hear empty, half-hearted apologies for his past. every day was the same, as he woke up every morning hoping for something new, something exciting, something to dig him out of the hole his life was in. but no matter how much he longed it would come, it never did. as if it never would.

at least that's what he thought, until he met you.

you were so kind... so helpful... so empathetic. you never hated him for being zaterran, you were so patient, and you were so understanding when you listened to his problems.

and then syzoth became completely attached to you. he saw you as an angel that saved him at the lowest point in his life. it's like he was searching for an answer for why he was still alive, and he was granted one. it was you.

he would do anything for you. you were the love of his life. the second you even call out his name, he's running up to you and asking if you need anything. you filled the empty void in the heart he forgot he had.

syzoth desperately wants you to like him as well. (he knows you probably won't ever love him the same way he loves you, but he can live with that.) he would always watch you carefully and any signs of your likes and dislikes are engraved in his brain. he would mold himself to embody what you desire, in hopes that he can be perfect for you, in hopes that he can gain your love and validation. even if he has to change many features of himself to win your heart forever, then so be it.

his loyalty to you will never falter, even if you do something terrible and unforgivable. he becomes entirely oblivious to any morally ambiguous actions you may commit. he firmly believes that whatever you do must be okay, so he goes along with it without a second thought, defending you from anyone who says otherwise. there are a lot of disgusting things that he would excuse if you were to do it. because you're his beloved, surely you can do no wrong?

sometimes he ends up feeling extremely conflicted with himself if you ever actually did anything unspeakable. because he thought it was wrong all his life, but you just did it. so it must be okay, right?

syzoth often gives you little gifts and trinkets that he randomly finds. if he sees something he think you would like, he would immediately grab it and present it to you like an offering. even though most of them are quite amusing, since he doesn't exactly know what makes something a good gift or not. but he believes it's the thought that counts, so he gives you anything he hopes would please you.

but sometimes, syzoth gets so desperate for your approval and attention, that he unintentionally gets himself hurt. but he doesn't mind. he would risk his life if it meant he got to see you smile at him.

he doesn't have a very clear image of his future with you. just as long as he gets to be with you. whether he does all the work, or he gets to live life right by your side as your equal, or even if he has must be behind you in your shadow. as long as you let him see you. as long as he can be there with you. but he would understand if you had a different view of your future together.

if you want syzoth to become a househusband, he'll learn to cook and clean for you. he may not be good at first, but he's trying. he'll try to find out how to make human food that you can enjoy. he'll practice cleaning until your living space is spotless and his arms fall off if he has to. if you want him to be the breadwinner, he'll take the role very seriously and he'll work as hard as he can so you can enjoy your life and he can come home to you every day. he doesn't care what he has to do. he'll do anything to please you.

syzoth knows better than to think that he is deserving of your love and kindness. the fact that you even let him be in the same vicinity as you is something that he is grateful for every day. even though he knows he isn't worthy of your affection, he still strives to gain it every day. at least a small glance in his direction would set his body on fire and make him feel complete bliss. however, he doesn't care about his feelings since you are still his first priority. so he understands if you wish to not even look at him. it would hurt him and he would sulk about it for a while, but he understands nonetheless.

when it comes to his competition, he does not consider murder. the thought appears in his head, but he ultimately knows that you probably would not be very pleased with him if he were to eliminate anyone pining for your affection in that manner. instead of doing anything about it, he simply becomes insecure. he would ask if you still loved him. he would plan to be even clingier than he usually is, and unintentionally guilt trip you into staying with him. he knows he looks pathetic, but if syzoth had to look like a fool in front of anyone, it would be you.

however, he knows he does not have any control over you. if you wished to get rid of him and move on to someone else, he would willingly accept it. but even though he accepts your judgement, he would end up doing something he can never come back from. so you probably should not leave him.

you became his whole reason for living. he believes he lives to please you. and he gains pleasure from *your* pleasure. if you ever think he is sick of catering to your needs and following you around like a lost puppy, he would be quite offended. he would instantly work towards making sure you never questioned his affections again. he doesn't get his feelings hurt often, but he just wants you to always feel secure in your relationship. so if you doubted him, he would just work harder to please you.

syzoth thinks you are the only thing left in the world that is pure. you are the only person that can truly make him happier than ever after all his pain. he almost became used to the tragedy and loss in his life as if it was his destiny. he was convinced there would no longer be happiness in his life. but you give him a reason to wake up every morning. you are all he thinks about in the afternoon. you are all he wants to see and embrace as he drifts to sleep at night.

he is glad he no longer has to have nightmares every night about all that he lost, and he instead dreams of you. he no longer has to be fearing his life every second of the day, instead he spends that time thinking of how to please you. syzoth loves you very much. he worships you. he appreciates you. no matter what. let him give you his heart, his soul, his body. he's all yours, and you may do whatever you want with him. he is at your service.

[agvarina]

Empress kitana and emperor liu kang convince lao. And soon bed him

Kang and Kitana waisted no Time when it came to courting Lao

Liu Kang began to shower Lao in affection Be it public or not, hand holding, sitting him down on his lap, carrying him in his arm you name it.

His faivorite way of showing affection was to Embrace Lao The first thing he sees him ( others put some distance between them and Lao do to his razor hat, but never Liu Kang hes getting that hug Be There a blade or not)

Kangs romantic gestures didn't end there, he'd call him by sweet nicknames like beloved, My treasure, My Lao, Lièbáo (Cheetah) and many More as well as praising his talents and skills.

But his biggest act to show how serious he was was to approach Kung Jin, Lao always valued his family wich meant that it Hurt him deeply when he heard how badly his nephew was treated cutting them off from his Life to stand with Jin was very hard for him.

So thats why Kang approached Jin to get his approval to propouse to Lao, something wich The young man gave with The threat of retribution If his uncles heart was ever broken.

Lao was incredibly touched by this.

Kitanas courtship was More subtle.

Starting with gentle fleeting touches and quiet whispers of affirmation.

She invited Lao to all events and meetings were she insisted he'd Be refered to no less than royalty, she'd highlight his acomplishments in defending Earthrealm and training in The shaolin to anyone who dared to doupt his importance.

Then The gifts, jewlery, gemstones, precious metals, silks, priceless luxurities to adorn his beautiful figure and ornately decorated weapons to Match his beauty in battle.

All to show him how valued he truly is.

Her propousal came when she invited him to watch The stars with her in The Palace garden, alone together just The two of them she promised to adore him now and forever and so would all their children Be loved and treasured.

With both their efforts combined, Lao couldnt say no and The date was Set for The ceremony.

[petalouda85]

Forever (in my Mind)

Fandom: Blades of Light and Shadow 2

Pairings: Tyril x f!human!MC (Kassandra)

Word count: 3.1k

Concept: the follow-up to Promise. TW: character death

Tags: @liviusofpella, @megas-choices, @starlight-starfury, @dutifullynuttywitch, @thosehallowedhalls, @choicesficwriterscreations

AO3 link: x

A/N: this was… an emotional rollercoaster. The amount of times I cried is unreal; this was harder and more heartbreaking to write than Promise despite an arguably happier ending. I swear, this is going to be the last sad fic I’ll write in a while. The song in this fic: “Forever (in my Mind)” by Malinda. Another song that played a large role in this fic: “Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story” from Hamilton.

When Tyril had asked for a doctor, Adrina knew the time had come.

The last year had been a slow and steady decline for him; he began the year standing upright but was soon reliant on a cane, his movement still getting slower by the day despite his restrained use of the Light. A few days ago, he’d retreated to his chambers and asked to be left alone so he could rest, abandoning his gilded cane for the comfort of his bed. But after days of rest, his energy never returned. He’d stubbornly denied requests for a doctor but after some pleading and no improvement, he’d finally asked for one.

The doctor had come quickly and shut the door behind him, leaving Adrina to pace in the hall, her daughter keeping her company. No words were exchanged between the two. They knew the end was near, but Adrina’s heart sank at the mere thought that her beloved brother was nearing that end.

After a long and painful wait, the door opened, and she immediately ran to the doctor as he exited the room. He simply looked at her and shook his head.

“There’s nothing more I can do. Best we can do is make him comfortable.” Her face broke only for a moment before she regained her composure, Lady Starfury speaking as she addressed the doctor.

“Thank you.” The elf bowed and left, Adrina and her daughter rushing into the room.

Her brother had always been a driven man. Serious and driven. Nothing could stop him the moment he set his mind to something. Every setback, once mourned, only served to spur him onward, a hunter slowly and steadily pursuing prey.

She had only ever seen him stagnate once, after the battle against the Ash Empress. But his grief, his promise had pushed him forward. Always forward.

Life threw much at him, but he continued, visiting libraries, traveling to the far reaches of Morella and beyond, coming back to Undermount with stories and scars. During his short intermittent stays in Undermount, he could often be found in his study, writing feverishly into thick book after thick book, writing like he was running out of time.

He kept going, even when everything he cared for began to disappear. His friends had been gone for a long time. Imtura went first, the sea reclaiming its warrior. Mal followed not long after; the shadow desired to claim him once more but he breathed his last in the light. Nia had held on for much longer, her work never done, but she too eventually returned to the Light. And Kade read his last book a decade later.

Tyril had kept going through it all, his unrelenting drive pushing him forward. Spurred by his grief, his promise or perhaps a death wish, Adrina did not know but now, 200 years later, he lay fragile in bed, a face and body worn down by quests and time.

Slowly, she approached the bed, sitting down in the chair that had been placed next to it as her daughter remained by the door, too overcome with emotion to approach. The siblings didn’t say anything to each other for some time, the atmosphere heavy enough to choke down all words. Slowly, Tyril reached for the side table and grabbed a thick piece of folded paper, sealed with wax.

“My will. It has instructions and my final wishes.” He said softly, holding the paper out. Slowly, Adrina took it, holding it tightly in her hand. “I’ve ensured that the funds for the orphanage will continue. Can you make sure they’re used properly? I do not wish the children to suffer because of greed. I want them to have a good life, even when I’m gone.” She nodded, a tear rolling down her cheek.

“I’ll make sure of it. They’ll want for nothing.” Briefly, he managed to smile, before letting out a long, exhausted breath, the silence permeating the room.

“200 years…” he muttered after some time, “it’s not enough. There’s so much I could still do.” He took a shallow breath, a tear escaping his eye. “But I’m so tired, Adrina.” Another tear rolled down her cheek and she reached for his hand; it felt cold in hers.

“Then sleep, Tyril.” She managed a weak smile despite the tears in her eyes. “You’ve pushed for so long, done so much. You kept your promise. It’s okay to rest now.”

“But you, Amara…”

“We’ll be fine.” Adrina beckoned her daughter closer, the young elf struggling to hold back her tears.

“Uncle.” He smiled lightly at her voice.

“Amara.” The young elf approached, settling herself next to her mother, the old elf turning to look at her. He simply stared at her before whispering, “the chest.” He pointed towards a small chest that stood unassumingly at the foot of the bed. Amara nodded and brought it closer. “Open it.” She did and pulled out one of several thick, leather-bound books, tied shut.

Carefully, she untied the leather laces and opened the thick tome, opening to a page showcasing a masterfully illustrated image of Tyril and his friends at the Ancestral Masquerade, facing Duchess Xenia, the page next to it filled with words. As the book fell fully open, magic beamed in the brush strokes and the image began to move slightly, bringing the painting further to life. “My adventures… my friends’ adventures, it’s all written in these books. Kade and I… we wanted the truth preserved somewhere before we were relegated to the myths we once chased. He helped me compile much of it and I kept going when he couldn’t anymore.” Adrina couldn’t help but stare at the pages in awe.

“This is incredible. We’ll keep them safe, brother.” She assured. Amara tried to shut the book, but Tyril stopped her. He stared at the image, a bittersweet tear running down his cheek. He continued staring, running his fingers tenderly over the painted images of his friends. When he eventually pulled his hand away, Amara shut the book and placed it back into the safe confines of the chest.

They fell silent, the seconds ticking by slowly, Adrina’s keen eyes watching her brother as he continued to fade, his eyes partially shut, wishing to sleep but a part of him still stubbornly hanging on.

She could hear him mumbling but it was hard to make out what he was saying. She leaned closer, her heart twisting when she heard that it was a name.

“Kassandra.” He muttered breathlessly. A tear rolled down her cheek, as she recalled something he told her a few years back, in one of the few conversations he ever mentioned her.

You want to know the horrible truth? I barely remember what she looked like. She was the only one I ever wanted. She was taken from me, and 200 years of living couldn’t fill the hole she left behind.

“Kassandra.” He muttered again. Adrina leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead.

“Go be with her, brother.” She whispered, her voice shaking. “Go fill the hole in your heart. We’ll be alright.” Briefly, she spied a smile on his face before a weak puff of air escaped his lips, his chest going still and his hand loosening under hers.

—

When Tyril opened his eyes, he was no longer in his bed. Rather, he stood next it. It was a strange sensation to see his own aged body still lying in it, his sister and niece weeping over it. He looked and examined his ghostly hands, finding them to be in a state of youth again. Examining his hair had similar results - gone were the grays and whites, the strands returned to their youthful black.

Carefully, he moved around the bed and tried to place his hand on Amara’s shoulder, only for it to go through her, his niece not reacting to his attempted touch. He felt a stab in his chest, but he shed no tears as it confirmed what he knew to be true.

He was dead.

He took a moment to mourn with them, though they mourned different things. As he knelt with his sister and niece, he tried to recall the final moments. His recollection had been hazy, his vision and mind unclear as he teetered between the realm of the living and the dead.

If he’d recalled correctly, a specter had come to him only moments before the darkness came. He focused on that vague memory, trying to push past the fog.

It had begun as a mysterious shape, no rhyme or reason in his failing eyes. It had eventually morphed into something, the shape becoming less and less transparent the longer it hovered above him. It had smiled at him as the shape became even clearer.

A woman. Human, dark skinned, dark braided hair, and brown eyes.

He had whispered her name and she had kissed his forehead.

Find me on the mountain.

“Mountain.” He whispered, looking above him, piercing his gaze beyond the limits of the ceiling.

He headed for the door, stopping in the frame to glance once more at his family. A tear rolled out as he looked; how he would miss them.

He wandered down the hallway in his ghostly form, servants unintentionally passing through him, whispering the news of his death among themselves; no doubt the rest of Undermount would know within the hour.

He continued to wander the halls, struck by a desire to see every nook and cranny of the vast estate before he would eventually say goodbye to it. He wandered through the library, the kitchen, the dining hall, even the servants’ quarters, trying to memorize every detail. Eventually, he found himself in the wide expanse of the ballroom, the curtains drawn but the magical orbs floating above providing just enough light to prevent total darkness in the room.

Many an evening he had spent here, helping his sister host masquerades. He’d been glad for the masks, if only to hide how much he didn’t want to be there. He mingled and chatted as expected but rarely danced, his sister and niece being the only dance partners he could bear to have; it was impossible to dance with the one he truly wished to.

The thought of her brought back the memory of the specter and the words she had whispered before the end.

“Find me on the mountain.” He whispered to himself once more, his sight falling onto a staircase, it hidden away in the far reaches of the room and partially hidden in the shadows. He knew it led up to the outside. He made his way to them, freezing when he heard a sound in the stairwell. It echoed yet it was beautiful, a gentle voice singing words he was too far away to understand. There was a pang of emotion when he listened more carefully, stepping further into the stairwell. The words he still couldn’t make out, even with his keen elven senses, but for a moment, the voice sounded familiar, dredging up painful memories of a time long ago.

In a burst, he began running up the stairs, two steps at a time, the words of the song becoming clearer as he climbed higher and higher, forcing tears down.

Like the moon, you pull me closer

Bathe my body in your lavender skies

Like a sound, you slip away

Leave a shadow of a day gone by

And I’ll love you forever in my mind.

And I’ll love you until the day I die.

He burst out of the stairwell onto the mountainside, quickly looking at his surroundings, trying to deduce the direction of the voice. The echoes of the words were carried in the breeze, guiding him in the right direction. He ran in pursuit but came to an abrupt stop when he noticed a ghostly figure ahead, standing near the edge of a sheer drop off the mountain, facing the sun. Her back was turned to him, but his stomach twisted in knots when he recognized her, disbelief and doubt overwhelming him.

And I’ll love you forever in my mind.

And I’ll love you until the day I die.

She sang softly, the wind carrying the melody of her voice to him. Slowly, she turned to face him.

It was her.

Tyril stood still as a statue, staring, emotion choking him. He couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. He tried to take a step forward, but his legs collapsed under him, his tears finally breaking past the dam of his own control. In seconds, he felt a touch and soon he was enveloped in an embrace, the touch of her hands a sensation he had forgotten long ago. He grasped onto her tightly, burying his face in her neck, weeping louder when he breathed in her scent, another thing he’d forgotten.

“You’re here.” Tyril said softly, his voice shaking. He felt her tighten her grip on him.

“I never left.” Kassandra responded, her voice shaking too. They held onto each other tightly, neither wishing to let go. Eventually, Tyril pulled away, desperate to see her face.

She looked exactly as he remembered. Still as beautiful and radiant as the day she was taken from him. He reached up to cup her face, his hand faltering for a moment. He choked back a sob when his hands didn’t go through her and immediately planted kiss after kiss on her lips, the taste so sweet but salty too. He kept planting more kisses, as if intent to give her every kiss he’d wished to give her over the last two centuries.

Far too soon, he pulled away, resting his forehead against hers.

“I missed you. So much. You have no idea…” The words were lost in his throat, drowned by another sob. “I kept my promise.”

“And you have no idea how thankful I am that you did.” She pulled back and cupped his face in her hands, brushing away his tears. “A man like you, wasting his life on tears, unable to dig himself out of the pits of grief, surviving but not living. What a tragedy that would’ve been.” Gently, he took her hands and held them tenderly, staring at them as more tears appeared. He lifted them and placed a kiss on each of her hands.

“It was not easy.” He admitted, his voice trembling. “Living a life with a fractured heart wears down even the most resolute of men. 200 years and somehow, I feel as though I’ve not done enough to live by my promise and your wish.” She smiled at him through her own tears and squeezed his hands.

“You did everything I asked and so much more. You’ve lived not only by my wish but by the wishes of our friends. Mal was so grateful for what you’ve done for the orphanage.”

“Mal? The others? They’re here?” He looked around them, seeing only the wide empty breadth of the mountainside.

“They’re in Elhalas.” Anger suddenly bubbled in him, already thinking of a few choice words for the gods.

“Did they deny you entry?” She quickly shook her head.

“I refused to enter Elhalas without you. I told the gods to go screw themselves and came back here, to wait for you.”

“You waited for me?” He asked in a small voice.

“I’d wait an eternity for you.” She leaned forward and gave him another kiss. “It hurt to wait so long, just watching and unable to touch you or help you. Years of the sweetest words you couldn’t hear. But the wait is over now. Now, we have an eternity.” Gently, she pulled away and rose to her feet, taking a few steps. She looked over the expanse of the mountainside, taking in the details. After a moment, she turned around and walked back to him, holding out her hand. “You ready?”

With a soft smile, he reached out and took her hand. Once standing, he intertwined his fingers with hers.

“Yes.” She lifted her hand and moved it in a familiar motion, a portal of ethereal light appearing before them. “Show off.” Kassandra chuckled and moved through the portal, pulling him through too.

In an instance, the mountain had disappeared. Instead, before them, was an open field, wide and expansive, the otherworldly beauty nearly causing a tear to roll down his cheek. A glistening city stood in the distance, the structures and the stones they were made of unlike anything he’d ever seen, even in the hall of visions in Undermount. It put the vast beauty of Valen to shame. A gentle wind blew around them, the air carrying with it a potent and divine energy.

“Welcome to Elhalas.”

“It’s beautiful.” He looked over the area once more, finding it hard to take in all the magnificence. His gaze fell to a hill in the distance, a single, stunning oak tree resting at the top. The leaves and branches swayed gently with the breeze when he noticed some figures sitting and standing around the trunk, the shade and the distance hiding their identities.

He could see four figures. Three seemed to be of similar stature, two seated by the trunk and the third leaning against it. The fourth was seated on the grass nearby. The leaning figure moved away from the trunk and moved to the one sitting in the grass; within in a moment, the standing figure dashed around the trunk, the sitting figure jumping up to give chase, revealing a much larger stature. As they came around the trunk, the hulking figure grabbed and tripped their assailant, Tyril seeing rather than hearing the laughter of the others as they tumbled to the grass, a wrestling match ensuing. He continued to watch them, his stomach churning with a whirlwind of emotions he found difficult to decipher.

Kassandra squeezed his hand and gave him a reassuring smile.

“Come on.” He let her gently pull him along, moving closer towards the hill. As they began to walk up, the figures became so much clearer, and he choked back a gasp.

Kade and Nia sitting by the tree, Kade playing a gentle tune on his lute as Nia tapped her hand and seemed to hum along to the song. Nearby, their typical childish wrestling match over, were Imtura and Mal, also listening to the songs played.

Nia saw him first.

The priestess stood up as they made eye contact, the others following her gaze and standing up too as he and Kassandra reached the top of the hill. All stood frozen for some time, only staring as countless emotions and thoughts swirled between them all. Then, with a sob, Nia ran to him and embraced him tightly, Tyril’s own tears flowing once more as he embraced her back. Quickly, more arms embraced him, and more sniffles joined.

“Took your damn time.” Imtura scolded, making the elf and the others chuckle. He embraced his friends tighter, feeling the last heavy weights that lingered in his heart finally lift, leaving behind a sense of peace.

“My apologies. I had a promise to keep.”

[meenah-chan]

Safe haven

a Diavolo x GN! MC fanfic

2.36k words

Genre: Angst

Trigger warning: Insane deadly stunt but not suicide, please don't read if you have this triggers. And please don't try this at home... or anywhere

Part 2 (Safe Haven ~Another Story~) | Part 3 (Safe Haven ~Epilogue~)

Masterlist

It is their sanctuary. A place that has everything they could wish for...

if only, fate isn't fickle...

"If I jump, will you save me again?"

"What a wretched soul I have..."

It’s been an hour since they were staring far in the horizon. Dusk is on its way, with the lake gulping the sun whole to bring forth darkness in the grassy land they’re on. That place is secluded, surrounded with trees serving as its walls. As if it were cradling them away from everything.

It's not their first-time watching day turn to night on where they are. They’ve known that spot enough to vividly paint the place on a whim.

It was neither a simple place as it seems. That place is a part of the human realm, untouched by anyone but two persons— them and Diavolo. A place which witnessed how the said Prince dropped on his knees and confessed he likes them. The place they admit they felt the same.

The place where they held hands in their secret rendezvous; times where the Future king would go to whenever he ran away from his endless responsibilities for a day and spend it with them, with words of affections and adorations for each other. It is their safe haven.

The Forget-me-not flowers they planted are blooming around them. As the two sat beneath the shade of the tree, appreciating the presence of the flowers and each other.

Diavolo has a habit of caressing their cheeks, brushing strands of their locks past their ears, as he embraces them as if they were the most precious treasure, he has ever held. Those smiles he would beam; brighter than the sol they always see. "You're the most beautiful being I have ever seen." And they would smile back, with their feelings overflowing so much they would always pour it back to him with a kiss.

But being always in that place doesn't mean they never left it. There are times they would give him a heart attack by literally jumping off the edge of the cliff. The demon prince then would follow them in a snap, before transforming right before their eyes and seizing them.

They knew it was a foolish thing to do. No sane person would ever carry out such dumb, dangerous stunt. They do have a magic or two under their sleeves should Diavolo fail the task. Spells they would feverishly study and tirelessly practice for the sake of the success of the Exchange Student program; for the sake of making Diavolo proud of them. So, they studied hard, yet fools only around their beloved.

So, they kept on flying off to the danger at every given chance. For the feeling during the times they would fall, they had the best view they could ever see in their lifetime. How the demon they ever loved could be so... breathtaking. Turning into his demon form—metamorphosing like a dazzling butterfly, his red locks fluttering in the wind, with such golden ornaments, such golden eyes reflecting the radiance of the sun. And most of all, such playful, thrilled smiles they would willingly lay their life just to see. He seems like the mesmerizing golden red dusk. He may be a demon, but Diavolo is much more divine than the angels in their eyes.

And to think that such an ambrosial prince would hold them in his firm arms, and bury them in his well-toned chest before gliding up in the air. They really love the feeling. Akin to the flowers they cultivate symbolizes, he is their true love.

"Should we land back on the top of the land?"

"Just a little bit longer." Humming, they would place a peck onto the tip of his horn or temple whenever they would request something so badly, which then would receive a chuckle from the Demon. "Hahaha, what a pampered human... Alright, just a little bit longer." And who knows how long they stay in the air. Then they would share small talks back on the cliff, and soon be bombarded with tons of messages and missed calls from the butler and the right-hand man. They would head back home after that, before the said aides decide to search for them and find their secret haven.

It was all they could ever wish for. An everlasting love to carry inside their mortal heart.

They have everything they could ask for, until that day comes. A moonless, rainy night during the celebration of Diavolo's birth.

"I'm glad to finally meet you, the Future King of Devildom." …the day she came. Rosa, a rather respected princess, and the daughter of Queen Rose.

"...N-No, the pleasure is mine." Whether he was flustered by her sudden appearance or not, something was rather amiss. His gaze towards her was different than anything they've ever seen him make. So different yet... familiar. Like the way his eyes sparked of reverie the day they first met, except it was more profound.

Diavolo sighed, "I'm telling you, you don't have to worry. You know you're the one I love." It was nothing, he said. It was only in their imagination, he said. Even so, the connection between the two they perceived every time the two met on business, felt so real.

They were so anxious, so angry they wanted to explode. They want to blame it all on that demon princess who appeared out of nowhere, and brought everything to a big mess! They wanted to lash at her, right from the deepest pit of their stomach!

...Yet, they didn't.

They simply can't. Not when she was like an angel who descended in the land of darkness.

So pure yet so wise, so diligent and well-versed. She is strong-willed and rather capable in every aspect. She doesn't deserve to be blamed for something she didn't mean to do. It was merely a work of two hearts naturally falling for each other. It was inevitable.

Instead of brooding without doing anything, they will fight. They will fight for what's theirs. For what's right. For the specks of affection left inside Diavolo. For their love, they won't give up.

Or so they thought...

"Y/N, would you mind having tea with me later?" Barbatos asked for their attendance.

But unlike the usual afternoon tea they always share with the butler, "Where's Diavolo?" ... the prince is not around.

"The Young master has prior engagement and brought Lucifer in my stead. My apologies if it was not to your liking."

"Ahh, no. I didn't mean it like that. It's just that... having snacks with only you are unusual." It's not unusual. Rather, it never occurred even once. Diavolo tends to postpone the teatime for another time whenever he can't go, as Barbatos always join his absence.

"Actually, I asked you today about an important matter to discuss."

"...Is it related to Diavolo and me, isn't it?" They shouldn't have asked him. They hated themself for asking Diavolo's attendant.

"Yes. To be precise, it is about your relationship and the lady you met during Young master's birthday. I believe you have the right to know this." They held their breath. "I hate to break it to you but the lady you met back then, is the Young Master's... fiancée and his soulmate." The words that came off Barbatos' lips felt like cold water dumped on them.

They just want to end the conversation right there and leave the garden as fast as they can, but they forcefully pull themself together and learn the whole truth, as painful as it is for them. "...Fiancee, you said? And what do you mean by soulmate?"

"For every heir of the throne, there is a prophecy foretelling the righteous betrothed one fated for them. This Oracle has never once failed in predicting who..." Barbatos paused, evaluating whether they could take any more. "...would help the Ruler in bringing prosperity in the Devildom."

After a minute of silence, they spoke. "Does Diavolo know all about this? About her?"

"Yes... but I swear in my name, he has always wanted to be free of the prophecy and achieve prosperity through his own power."

"Where is he headed to at the moment?"

"..." Barbatos' silence tells them everything. He is with her. That's all that they needed to know.

"I... see... Thank you for telling me this."

"I— no, I don't deserve such words from you." They shook their head, "You still disclosed this even when Diavolo wanted to keep it a secret from me. I'm sorry I brought trouble to you."

"It was my own choice. I'm just doing what I think is right."

"Thank you, really..."

They left the castle, thinking a lot of things but also finally enlightened.

They never had Diavolo's heart from the start.

He is the future of the Devildom, the future of all the demons who could easily outlive them. And for that he needs an Empress who can fully support him and bear another long-lived heir. His soulmate, his forever, his other half. Everything that they could never be.

Their life is short. His' is not. He could never fathom the extent of his life like they could. That is also the reason why they could love him until the day they cease to exist, a mere blink to him.

As obvious as the glaring sun that blinds them atop that cliff, his love... is gone.

They could see it in his eyes. Every day he spends with them, his mind is somewhere else.

Even in their favorite place, his embraces were still as cold as the mountain's peak. His smile is too forced, like a one man playing before their eyes. His kisses were prickling and painful. And his gaze... He is suffering.

Like they were.

"Forgive me." It was for the Devildom, he said. His head hangs low, wearing that distressed expression.

"Hey, lift your head? The future king shouldn't bow to anyone." They smiled, cupping his cheeks to raise his face.

"Look, I understand." It was a surprise they didn't shed a drop of tear, as they pat his head gently. "Follow your heart. You'll become a great king."

He made a wise decision, to choose his bond that suddenly came that day. Someone who really owns Diavolo's heart per destiny's decree. The heart they thought he offered back then, with the trees, and the cool breeze, and the swaying leaves, and the sunset as their witnesses. The heart they thought were already theirs. The heart that slipped from their fingers as he let go of their hand when Diavolo locked eyes with his fated one.

Diavolo's love is fleeting. Or maybe it was never love from the start, but a mere curiosity on his end. A misconception, but it doesn't matter anymore. They already knew the answer.

He already achieved his true love, holding his Empress in white. He wears that smile, much, much brighter than anything they have ever seen.

The bells sing with the crowd in jubilation. It is a merry occasion, with the official new rulers of the Devildom. All were so elated.

Except for one. "What a wretched soul I have..." they uttered under their breath. They couldn't take the sight. With the man they so love to be happy in someone's arms. Rage was boiling inside them. Staying there for a second longer and they would definitely ravage everything. So, they fled the scene, escaping to their secret place surrounded by the lake and the sea of trees.

They wanted to let it all out. Pain, sorrow, rage, envy. They were overflowing with emotion more than they could take. It should be them, placing a ring on his finger! the one smiling and crying of happiness as he makes a vow! The one who should be kissing him in front of thousands of witnesses!

"WHY?! What did I do to deserve this?!" The swaying blue and white Forget-me-nots they took with utmost care came to view. "What useless plants!!" They cried out, yanking and tearing everything off the soil. "True love?! It was only me from the very start!!"

All they could do was cry. Scream until their throat goes dry, until their voice disappears.

When all energy left their body, they slumped in the grassy land they’re on. In that secluded place, surrounded with trees serving as its walls. As if it were cradling them away from everything. Hiding their wretched self from everyone.

Dazed, they stared at the sky for an hour. As its hue turns from light blue to red, their mind gets clearer. That's when they heard a familiar sound. They followed it on the tip of the cliff.

It was the roaring waves beneath the land mass. It seems like it's continuing the cries they couldn't do anymore. Roaring like it was spilling the emotions inside them.

"If I jump, will you save me again?" They spoke to the man who is no longer in that secret place. It will never be a safe haven for them anymore.

"I want to be saved by you one more time." I want to be embraced by you one last time.

They faced their back to the rim of the cliff, and took a step backward. A foot standing on a void. And so, their body tipped, losing the other foot from the ground. As their balance disappears, they see nothing but the golden rays of the sunset and the redness of the dusk. So red like Diavolo's locks, golden like his eyes. There's nothing but only traces of him; of the man who doesn't really love them as he promised.

This is foolish... They thought. They're all alone. No Diavolo will fly down and save them anymore.

"I should go home..." Dying here would only hurt him... They whispered as the firm breeze swirls beneath, ready to catch them. After all, no one will save me but I... thinking of that, another pang spiked their heart.

But the wind spell they casted couldn't catch them. When they should have been falling, a hand appeared and pulled them in an embrace.

"Please don't do this..." it was not the warmth they were expecting. Yet, streams began flowing down their cheeks, in comfort of another’s arms. With their hoarse voice they sob the sorrow of losing their safe haven.

Part 2 (Safe Haven ~Another Story~) | Part 3 (Safe Haven ~Epilogue~)

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[just2bubbly]

Disclosing a Secret

Masterlist

Summary

"And will they accept me?"

"They should."

"And what if they don't?"

When insecurity makes Cinder question her role in Kai's life, will Kai be able to convince her that she is the one for him, the only one?

Ship: Kaider

Words: 899 words

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Kai's Perspective

Seeing her like this felt different, she was no longer the scrawny mechanic that Kai had found out hiding under a table. She was a picture of striking and elegance and everything else that Kai would want her to be, need her to be. And this time she was shoulder to shoulder with him. She had been the Queen of Luna. She remains the Queen nonetheless- of people's hearts and most importantly his. And when she stands beside him to face the world which has proved horrible to her kind for time and time again. She does not cower before their gaze- she meets it with the same level of intensity. Like a Queen that she was, as the Empress that she will be.

"Kai, Stop staring !" she gushed.

"You look so gorgeous- my eyes can't leave your sight" he exclaimed, as his eyes twinkled with amusement at the sight of his beloved.

"Well handsome, how about we get done with this and then you could take your time gazing at me?"

"Sounds endurable"

"Good, Now come back to work" she ordered. He groaned but the grin plastered on his face said otherwise.

"Remind me why do we have to do this?" he wailed, his hands itching to tug at his hair. He suppressed the urge recalling the time and hours his stylist had put trying to make his hair look pristine.

"It's necessary-" she said, but thinking better of it concluded, "Torin wants us to."

"Yeah, because that's the right thing to do. An Emperor cannot elope. He and his fiancee should take out time to announce their engagement"- Kai said or rather quoted Torin mockingly.

"I guess it is time to declare it already...I have been staying long enough to raise a few eyebrows," she admitted.

"Not long enough to do something as stupid as the showing of rings!" he muttered.

"Kai, I have been staying at the palace for the last 2 years as a Lunar ambassador- I don't think I can handle Camilla's questioning look every time she sees me beside you in conferences."

He sighed saying, "I don't care about what Camilla or others think as long as you and I know the truth."

"It's about time - besides the media has probably guessed it so far and the masses are awaiting news about a royal marriage from last year," she claimed.

His engagement- their engagement was not supposed to remain confidential for so long truly. They were supposed to announce it within 6 months but things went on happening. Things like an increase in injustice against cyborgs, rumours about questionable intentions of Lunars, strained relations between multiple nations of the EU, Cinder having to overlook the newly formed Lunar government that this announcement kept on being delayed for a very long time, until now.He was a bit worried about people's reaction to him marrying Cinder. She was bright, brilliant, compassionate, selfless, just and had every other quality that a leader has to have. Nevertheless, she was also a Lunar and cyborg, two very sore spots for Earthen masses.

"Are you anxious?" she asked, as her fingers played with the hem of her flowing dress.

"More than ever" he admitted.

"Do you think they would accept me?" she implored, trying to speak aloud about her worry.

"They will- they should" he assured. His slender fingers holding her hand in his.

She looked down at their joined hands and insisted, "And what if they don't?"

Giving a squeeze to her hand, he promised, "Then we will just convince them."

He stared at her as she looked up at him. Meeting her gaze, he smiled reassuringly and she returned his affection with a genuine one. He gazed into her brown eyes that he had come to love so much over the years- they looked like freshly melted chocolate making a deep pool that made Kai want to drown in them with joy. She was disturbed, he could sense that.He wanted to drive her concerns away and convince her that the Commonwealth would accept her. It was the last few minutes of their shared secret which was about to be disclosed to the world, with hopes that it would bring only well wishes and greetings of delight and infinite joy.He pulled her closer against him, to just feel warm with love.

"Kai, you are ruining the dress" she whispered in his ear.

"And since when did you care about creased dresses Cinder?"

"Since Iko started scolding me for nominal things and how I can't keep myself pristine for a single minute."

He chuckled, feeling his worry drain down a bit. Maybe the Commonwealth had grown out of their prejudices. Perhaps they had disposed of the rotten idea of all Lunars and cyborgs being evil or maybe they had not. But that was not going to stop Kai from marrying Cinder- the lady that he has come to love every moment. He was not going to give his Cinder away because some people thought that she was not worthy. Whatever happens tonight, he would marry only Cinder- the person wrapped around his arms who deserved everything that he could give her and everything that he could not. She was meant to be here tonight -by his side and she would continue to live on beside him forever and nobody was going to change it.

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A/N: I usually don't write from Kai's perspective but this was easy- a moment of privacy before facing the media where Kai reflects on his time with Cinder.

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One Year Later, May’s Booklist

Hurray! It’s been a year since the book club first started. Time really does fly. And why not celebrate this birthday by looking back on some of the books we’ve read together? This month’s book list is made up of novels by author’s whose works we read throughout the past year. Let’s revisit some old favourites, shall we? 

In May 2020, when the world felt like it was going to end and so many of us had more time than we could spend, this book club read its first book. Neil Gaiman’s, The Ocean at the End of the Lane, kept us occupied during that frightening time. So our first pick for this list is:

Stardust, by Neil Gaiman:

Life moves at a leisurely pace in the tiny town of Wall—named after the imposing stone barrier which separates the town from a grassy meadow. Here, young Tristran Thorn has lost his heart to the beautiful Victoria Forester and for the coveted prize of her hand, Tristran vows to retrieve a fallen star and deliver it to his beloved. It is an oath that sends him over the ancient wall and into a world that is dangerous and strange beyond imagining...

June was when many of our members first joined us (hey Ann, hey Rey, hey Lani! love ya!). Together we read The Starless Sea, a book that enchanted some, and frustrated others. Now we take a look at Morgenstern’s other novel:

The Night Circus, by Erin Morgenstern:

The circus arrives without warning. No announcements precede it. It is simply there, when yesterday it was not. Within the black-and-white striped canvas tents is an utterly unique experience full of breathtaking amazements. It is called Le Cirque des Rêves, and it is only open at night. But behind the scenes, a fierce competition is underway—a duel between two young magicians, Celia and Marco, who have been trained since childhood expressly for this purpose by their mercurial instructors. Unbeknownst to them, this is a game in which only one can be left standing, and the circus is but the stage for a remarkable battle of imagination and will. Despite themselves, however, Celia and Marco tumble headfirst into love—a deep, magical love that makes the lights flicker and the room grow warm whenever they so much as brush hands. True love or not, the game must play out, and the fates of everyone involved, from the cast of extraordinary circus performers to the patrons, hang in the balance, suspended as precariously as the daring acrobats overhead.

In August, when many of us still couldn’t leave our houses, we read A Gentleman in Moscow and met Count Alexander, a man under house arrest. He taught us a lot about finding beauty and purpose, even when everything seems hopeless. In this list, we take another trip into the wonderful imagination of Amor Towles:

Rules of Civility, by Amor Towles:

On the last night of 1937, twenty-five-year-old Katey Kontent is in a second-rate Greenwich Village jazz bar with her boardinghouse roommate stretching three dollars as far as it will go when Tinker Grey, a handsome banker with royal blue eyes and a tempered smile, happens to sit at the neighboring table. This chance encounter and its startling consequences propel Katey on a yearlong journey from a Wall Street secretarial pool toward the upper echelons of New York society and the executive suites of Condé Nast—rarefied environs where she will have little to rely upon other than a bracing wit and her own brand of cool nerve. Wooed in turn by a shy, principled multi-millionaire, and an irrepressible Upper East Side ne'er-do-well, befriended by a single-minded widow who is ahead of her time, and challenged by an imperious mentor, Katey experiences firsthand the poise secured by wealth and station and the failed aspirations that reside just below the surface. Even as she waits for circumstances to bring Tinker back into her life, she begins to realize how our most promising choices inevitably lay the groundwork for our regrets.

In November, while I was procrastinating studying for my entrance exam, we embarked on a whirlwind journey that unfolded over twenty years. Journey Under the Midnight Sun was a story that started with one murder, then spiralled into a world of crime and deception. Now we take a lot at another one of Higashino’s novels:

The Miracles of the Namiya General Store, by Keigo Higashino:

When three delinquents hole up in an abandoned general store after their most recent robbery, to their great surprise, a letter drops through the mail slot in the store's shutter. This seemingly simple request for advice sets the trio on a journey of discovery as, over the course of a single night, they step into the role of the kindhearted former shopkeeper who devoted his waning years to offering thoughtful counsel to his correspondents. Through the lens of time, they share insight with those seeking guidance, and by morning, none of their lives will ever be the same.

In February, we read This is How You Lose the Time War, a book that led to our most lively and active discussion yet. It was then we welcomed many new voices into our book club, and we’re very happy to have them. Whether you loved the novel or just felt confused, I think we can all agree that it was something unique and different. Now, we take a look at another of Gladstone’s sci-fi books:

Empress of Forever, by Max Gladstone

A wildly successful innovator to rival Steve Jobs or Elon Musk, Vivian Liao is prone to radical thinking, quick decision-making, and reckless action. On the eve of her greatest achievement, she tries to outrun people who are trying to steal her success. In the chilly darkness of a Boston server farm, Viv sets her ultimate plan into motion. A terrifying instant later, Vivian Liao is catapulted through space and time to a far future where she confronts a destiny stranger and more deadly than she could ever imagine. The end of time is ruled by an ancient, powerful Empress who blesses or blasts entire planets with a single thought. Rebellion is literally impossible to consider--until Vivian Liao arrives. Trapped between the Pride―a ravening horde of sentient machines―and a fanatical sect of warrior monks who call themselves the Mirrorfaith, Viv must rally a strange group of allies to confront the Empress and find a way back to the world and life she left behind.

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The Empress: Telephone Boy - American Gods

Telephone Boy x child!reader, father-child

Telephone Boy wants to be with his kid.

Part of @dragon430’s Tarot Troop.

TW/CW: God death, crying, sadness.

Word count: 1.8+ K

•

Normal children are scared of the dark. The hidden monsters and impossible ghosts hid within them.

For you, you feared the dark for another reason entirely. You see where there is darkness, there is usually no electricity and where this is no electricity your father cannot see. For that reason, you never trusted the darkness without previously knowing there was light there like in your room. In your room, you knew you were safe. Though your father could not see properly there, he had told you neither could the men who would hurt you. Your room and your house was safe.

The soft, warm glow of a gas lamp flooded part of your room leaving the rest in darkness as someone opened the door. That someone cringed as the old door creaked. He feared that you would wake.

Enveloped by soft blankets, you clutched a stuffed animal along with something else and lay fast asleep. You had sworn to yourself that you’d stay awake the whole night to see your father, but you hadn’t been able to keep that. Just like your mother, you were a heavy sleeper. Your father could hold a concrete in your room and the only thing that would be able to wake you up is him.

Telephone Boy closed the door almost all the way before turning to watch your sleeping form.

He smiled at you, pain in his eyes. The young god wished he could have tucked you in with your mother by his side, or maybe have read you a story before M/N pestered him to let you rest, or maybe, just maybe, you and he could just sit in your room and talk for a while. He wished all he could on making something like that happen. Telephone Boy wanted to be your father rather than just a man who was around every once in a while.

He sat on the bed, the mattress sinking beneath him.

A soft black suit jacket lay pressed against your chest. You gripped it hard, nuzzling into it in your sleep. Even as you slept, you yearned for your father in every way a child does.

Telephone Boy smiled softly. Though a sweet moment, he wished you didn’t have to cling to his clothes to feel his presence. There was nothing more in the world that he wanted than to be with his family, but he knew it was not possible. As long as he was a god, you and your mother would always be at risk, whether from the planned impulsivity of World or of angry Old Gods who thought they could do damage to him. His heart yearned for you as much as yours yearned for him.

You squeezed the suit jacket tight and curled into yourself. Even as you dreamt, you dreamt of your father holding you.

Telephone Boy gently leant over and kissed your temple, gently rubbing your head. As he pulled away, he silently stared at you with a small smile, his little baby who had stolen his heart right from his chest the moment they were born.

You whined a little and shuffled, your grip on the jacket loosening. A better form of him was right there on your bed and you were beginning to feel it.

His smile grew and he rubbed one of your small cheeks with his thumb.

You whined again as you woke up and drowsily rubbed your eyes. “Daddy?” You asked, voice dried from sleep.

A quiet sigh left him as he looked at you with reverence in his eyes. “Hi,” he said softly.

A goofy, sleepy smile spread across your face at your father’s gentle words. Though not fully there, you reached clumsily for his hand. He let you take it into your small, soft hands and pull it to your chest. Knowing you were very much safe, you fell back to sleep.

“Goodnight, my sweet angel,” he whispered before kissing your forehead.

More light poured into your room, banishing the darkness to the farthest corners.

Your mother stood there with a look that screamed she was holding back tears.

Telephone Boy’s heart sank. He prayed he’d have more time with you. His time spent with your mother must have taken up much of it, he supposed. The god turnt back to you and kissed your temple. ‘I love you. Forever and always,” he whispered. Tears pricked at his soft, blue eyes as he stood.

He loathed this moment that happened every time he managed to get away from his duties to see you. It broke him each and every time without fail. As a New God, he could never be certain he would see either of his beloved again. He may have been a god, but he still had a heart. That heart was you. You were good and goofy. His adorable angel on Earth.

He left you, a hurt deeply nestled in his heart.

•

Warmth from your father’s reassuring touch and the light from the hallway drifted away.

Though Telephone Boy surely thought you’d gone back into a deep slumber, you had not. Instead, you had teetered on the edge of sleep and consciousness. His absence pushed you to wake up.

"Daddy?" You asked the darkness but it gave no response. "Mummy?" You tried.

A pit grew in your stomach, panic taking hold of you.

He had been right there holding your hand not but a minute ago or so your sleep-ridden mind said. Your mum would have been close by to wish you another good night. Why weren’t they there with you? Had a bad thing happened? Like the ones they warned you about.

Fear consuming you, you flung your blankets off you, forgetting the jacket, your stuffed animal, and even shoes as you ran out of your bedroom, and the front door.

•

Arms wrapped around the mother of his child, Technical Boy had his forehead pressed against hers in a quiet silence. Neither of them wanted to break it, not wanting the moment to end.

They stood near the end of the driveway, just enjoying each other like it could be the last time.

“I wish you could stay longer, my love,” she whispered. "Y/N misses you more and more everyday." She sniffled. “I do, too.”

Telephone Boy kissed her gently on the lips before nuzzling their noses together. “I miss you both, too, but you know the risks. World would throw a hissy fit and do who knows what to you. I’m already pushing his patience as is. I can’t risk you both. I won’t. I refuse to lose either of you.”

She let out a quiet sob as her nails dug into his suit jacket. As more tears fell down her face, she pulled her beloved into a hug, desperately trying to imprint him upon her.

Telephone Boy quickly reciprocated. He wanted to leave as much as she wanted him to.

Every time he left, she knew she may never see him again. That terrified her.

•

"Daddy," you called out, bursting through the front door.

Pulling apart, both your father and mother turnt to see your panicked face.

Telephone Boy knelt down and opened his arms as you ran down the driveway and jumped into him. He pulled you close and kissed your temple.

Something deep inside you knew something was wrong and that a bad thing was going to happen. You didn’t know how to describe the feeling or where it was, but you just knew in your heart of hearts something was wrong, that a dreadful thing was going to happen.

Your father held the back of your head and pressed your face into his shoulder. The two of you desperately hugged as you cried.

“Shhhh,” he said quietly. “Everything’s okay.” He pulled away and tried to put on a smile, but you saw right through it. “You should be in bed, angel.” Your father held your hands in his, giving you a sad smile.

“Don’t leave us again,” you begged. “Please, please don’t do this.”

"Angel--"

"You can’t do this. You can’t go." You hugged him again, wrapping your arms around his waist and burying your head in his chest. "Please, please, don't go. Don't leave us alone again." He hugged back, kissing the top of your head as sobs wracked your body. You didn’t want him to go, for yourself and for you mum. "She won't admit it,” you said, trying to calm down. “But Mummy's scared, too, Daddy. She cries herself to sleep if she sleeps at all. Please, don't go. We need you."

Self-hatred burnt bright in him at that moment. For everything he did to keep you both safe, he was causing such strife in you both and he hated himself for it. The only thing he’d wanted since he had met your mother, fallen for her, and had you was to keep you both safe and happy. While he was trying to do the first one, he failed on the second.

He squeezed your small frame tighter, never wanting to let you go.

It pained him, but he broke away from you, eyes shining with tears unfallen. "I love you, angel. I want you to remember that. I want you to know that everything I did was for you, to protect you and your mother."

Though unnecessary words for those who can’t see the future, Telephone Boy felt like he had to say them, like he had to tell them that.

Tears streaked down, dripping off your chin and jaw like raindrops.

"Don't cry, my little angel.” He smiled, trying to reassure you. “I'll be back before you know it." He wiped away the tears, smiling sadly at you. The god of the telephone backed away, toward the car.

"Daddy, please," you begged, still crying.

When you tried to go after him, your mother, trying to hold back tears of her own, pulled you back and held you close.

If she’d known what was going to happen, she would have let you run to him. Hell, she’d have done it herself. But she didn’t know and that was the worst part of it, the not knowing. It leaves a hole in people that eats people alive.

A part of you knew, as he drove away, that you'd never see him again. Some dreadful, paranoid part that screamed at you that night. It was a part you wished you could have properly articulated back then, maybe he would have still been there.

You never did see him again. That night, the night you mourned for him before you knew you were, was the last time you ever saw your father.

After your mother explained what he was you went in search of more like him. You found the other tech gods; Television Boy, Game Boy, Technical Boy, etc. Sadly, you also stumbled across Media (and eventually New Media) as well as the bastard himself Mr World.

You never spoke a word of who you truly were. A version of the truth was all they needed.

And all you needed was to be close to your father again, even if it wasn’t really him.

[aldi-mikazuki]

Duty bound

It's been years since my kingdom has been subjected to such turmoil, i was at a loss! This foul creature had spread misfortune amongst my people and their stalks, it was awful. Though i must admit, the sorcerer was clever. Going for our resources and for my beloved and devoted towns people! Causing devastation and panic. This would be the 4th kingdom he conquers for his empire! Key word 'would'... I've never been easy, but i was at my limits.

We already met, as i had arranged many meetings so we could come to an agreement, perhaps negotiate a solution, but each meeting went the same.... And in each meeting my stubbornness and pride conquered, however, Today was an exception. Today, my soul was sold to duty, and my hopes turned bloody.

"Why must you send forth this pestilence and disease?? What have they ever done to deserve such punishment? I've offered you many riches, offered to bargain, yet you decline all my advancements! What must i do to appease you oh cruel sinner??" The demon like sorcerer looked at me with his ruby eyes, my what lovely shade of red they would be if only they weren't his! "I've told you my dear, no amount of riches or trades could appease me, when the greatest prize in your possession stands to appose me!" "I don't understand! What does that mean-" "it means darling," he took a step forward "that i want you" i stepped back as he lifted my chin up, watching me process his inconceivable request. He stared and stared as i dreaded his awaited answer. "Oh my sweet Rosalina, there is much uncertainty in your face! But i promise you this.... Become my empress, rule with me and I'll care for this kingdom as a special part of my ever growing empire! Ill assign them a new queen as you rule over a grander nation! Think of all we could do!? With your bright mind and my excellence we could rule the world, and all if you just accepted my request" His eyes were piercing my crumbling will, until i finally caved. "If... If i do as you say, will you truly care for my people? They'll be spared more misery?" The evil one grinned "Of course, i dare not go back on my word" with a heavy heart, i agreed. "Then... Your empress I'll be" there was a certain joy in his eyes, before he walked away, me in toe. "Very well, prepare yourself!! I've already made our marriage arrangements, we marry at dawn" he opened the door for me with a smirk "after you, my lady" and i walked passed, those eyes forever haunting my dreams, and this blasted reality.

[sithsecrets]

A Matter of Expediency - Part XI

After being married off to Kylo Ren in the name of securing an heir to the First Order’s throne, a princess tries to navigate the ins and outs of married life. As she grows closer to her new husband, the princess also carves out a place for herself in the Order, assuming control over her life when she thought she would have none.

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Part 11

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Mentions: pregnancy, swearing, mild sexual content, discussions of past relationships, menstruation

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“Are you sure this is safe?” you ask your husband, hesitantly settling in his lap as he starts up his TIE-fighter, flipping switches and pushing buttons.

“Oh yes,” Kylo assures you, absently pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “I would never put your in danger.”

You’re still not convinced, unsure about two people galivanting through space in a one-man vessel, but Kylo’s arm is strong around your waist, his words comforting. And honestly, you’re too excited to really be bothered, thrumming with anticipation at the notion of zooming around the ship with your husband after hours.

Kylo is careful as he guides your ship out of the hangar, exiting the Supremacy with care. But as soon as the two of you are fully out in the inky expanse of space, he punches the accelerator, sending the little craft off at an exhilarating speed. You giggle as Kylo whips you around the ship, squealing when he makes sharp twists and turns with master precision. Hux had told you that your husband was an excellent pilot, but you had no idea what that really meant, accustomed to traveling on casual transport vessels. But Kylo is being anything but casual, telling you to hold on as he executes rolls and loops and other tricks that make your heart jump up in your throat.

Clutching onto your husband tightly, you’re absolutely delighted to realize that he’s enjoying himself too, grinning against the side of your face as he tells you to brace yourself before he does something complex. Stars, he even laughs, the sound of his joy coming from deep in his chest. He loves this, you realize, loves to fly. Your husband, a serious man, a man with little time to himself and so much to do, loves to go out and do the one thing that probably makes him feel truly and supremely free. And what’s better still, he’s decided to share this hobby of his with you.

By the time Kylo lands the TIE back in hangar two, you’re breathless and giddy, flushed with elation from all that’s just happened. As soon as Kylo pops the door open to give the both of you a bit more air, you’re on him in an instant, pressing kisses to his face as you laugh and laugh. He kisses you back, holding you and smiling into your mouth.

“Did you have fun?” Kylo asks, finally peeling you away from him.

“More fun than I’ve ever had in my life!” you exclaim, turning to fall back against his chest with a sigh. Wistfully, you add, “Oh, we should do that every night.”

Your husband settles his arms around your middle, nuzzling into your hair. “If the Empress commands it, then so it shall be.”

You smile at that but say nothing, content to stare out at the stars glittering in the distance before you. Kylo’s got his little craft positioned so that the two of you can gaze out the back of the hangar, safe inside the climate preservers and blastshields. The two of you hold one another for a long while, sitting in comfortable silence until Kylo finally speaks.

“Did you have any lovers before me?” he asks, settling you in his lap.

“I told you the night we wed that you were my first,” you reply, brows drawing together in confusion. You thought the whole thing had been rather unforgettable, but maybe that was because you were the one who wiped a bit of blood from between your legs when all was said and done.

“Well of course,” Kylo says quickly, sensing your disconcertment. “But did you have any other… beloveds? A boyfriend, or just someone who cared for you?”

You shake your head. “No. Mila was very good at turning others against me, and there are many beautiful girls my age in my husband’s court. Everyone passed over me, I think.”

Kylo kisses the top of your head upon hearing this, arms holding your tighter. He hesitates as he goes to speak though, almost as if he’s choosing his words carefully. “Even the women who attended to you?”

You balk at that, caught off-guard by the question. Memories flit through your mind like flashes of light, and for the first time in years, you think of Sabe’s hands, of the way her lips felt on your neck. The two of you had been so young then, barely Helda’s age when you first kissed each other in the dark. It was an innocent little tryst for the most part, two teenagers sneaking into each other’s beds to make out for a couple of hours while everyone else was asleep. There was only one time that something “serious” happened between the two of you, something that was a bit more than simple kissing. You had been so nervous when Sabe opened the front of your nightgown, self-conscious about your body back then. But her mouth was warm and soft and wet as she suckled at your breast, laving her tongue across your nipples in a way that made you sweat. She never touched you, never actually made you cum, but that was the first time you can remember really wanting to have sex with someone. No promises were made, you never courted one another, but you would be lying if you said there wasn’t a bit of puppy love at play all those years ago. Obviously, though, the little fling ended, fizzling out with the heat of the summer months. You thought Sabe had moved on forever and a day ago, but you’ve been rethinking the idea of that since her little post-engagement explosion.

“I see,” Kylo says softly, breaking you from your thoughts. Embarrassment washes over you then, staining your cheeks with crimson— he saw what you were thinking about.

“I don’t miss her,” you say at once, rushing to explain lest your husband mistake your reminiscing for longing or pining. “We were virtual children then, curious and bored and accessible to one other. I just don’t like how we ended our friendship is all. Sabe was very angry when I said I wanted to marry you, even after you offered me a chance to break things off. Myself and my other ladies ended up having a fight with her about it, and it was ugly. She was ugly.”

Kylo gives you a squeeze around the middle, comforting and companionable. “I’m sorry.”

You shrug, mildly upset and completely unaffected all at the same time. The little relationship you had with Sabe is all water under the bridge, old news from years ago that you look back on with fondness. But her cruel comments towards yourself and Lydia have not faded with time, and they still sour your image of her overall.

Tired of thinking about the matter, you shake your head to clear away of images of Sabe, of her mean eyes and her soft mouth. Reaching a hand back to toy with a lock of your husband’s hair, you decide it’s his turn in the hot seat.

“What about you?” you ask, inquiring about his past relationships. “I’m sure you had many beautiful lovers before me.”

Kylo plays it modest, simply saying, “I took women to my bed on occasion, yes, but they were never anyone special.”

You won’t let him get away that easily, though, pressing for details. “Who did you sleep with?”

Once again, your husband is casual, speaking the truth without boasting. “Women I met through diplomatic work, mostly. The parties and the dinners, you know how it is.”

In actuality, you don’t know how it is, but you nod companionably nonetheless. You’re an adult— you understand the basic premise of what he’s saying.

“You never had girlfriends, lovers you saw regularly?”

A shake of the head, and then, “None of them interested me. But I certainly didn’t string anyone along. I watch officers do that to people all the time, and it disgusts me to no end. My intentions were always clear from the outset.”

You admire and respect that sentiment, pleased to hear that your husband never went through a womanizing phase like so many men of station do. And not because he wasn’t desired, either, for you’re sure the women (and men) flung themselves at Kylo back in the day the same way they do now.

Your final question is perhaps your most invasive, but you think Kylo won’t be offended if you ask it. “What was your first time like?”

“When I was twenty-two, Supreme Leader Snoke sent me to negotiate a treaty on Valdera,” Kylo begins. “As you know, the President of Valdera and his Parliament like to partake in quite a bit of… merrymaking when they receive guests. They threw me a feast, and many important officials were there. Nearly all of them were drunk before we even began eating, but I didn’t feel comfortable becoming inebriated amongst strangers.”

You nod, pressing a kiss to your husband’s knuckles to show that you’re listening.

“Anyway, as I was having dinner and trying to ignore all of the foolishness going on around me, I felt as though I was being watched. When I looked down the table, I saw that it was a woman who was staring at me. She was seated in a dignitary’s lap, and I thought at first that she was his wife. But then I noticed that other women had come to the table as well, and I understood at once that she was some sort of concubine. Or a prostitute, maybe. In any case, she was very beautiful, and I could see everything she was picturing in her head as she looked me over.”

“She was fantasizing about you,” you say, and not without a bit of jealously. This woman is long gone, a relic of Kylo’s past, but you still can’t help yourself from being a bit miffed.

Your husband must sense the change in your mood, because he draws you closer to his chest, laughing lightly. “Yes, you possessive little thing, she was.”

Though you’re not ready to be done sulking just yet, you crack a smile nonetheless, unable to stay mad when Kylo’s teasing you and nuzzling his nose against your ear.

“Naturally,” Kylo continues, “I was a bit taken aback, but I didn’t say anything there at the table. A few hours later, I retired to my rooms for the night, and she came knocking not long after. I was unsure of myself, but I let her in anyway. She said she was there to spend the night with me, a gift from the President himself. I told her at once that she wasn’t obligated, that she didn’t have to stay if she wasn’t truly willing, but she was insistent, putting her hands all over me as she told me that she was tired of fucking old men. I warned her that I wouldn’t be much of a partner, given my inexperience, but she said that was no matter.

“She taught me much that night. All of the ways a man can fuck a woman, what to do with my hands and my mouth… She probably enjoyed the sex more than I did that first night, but I tried my best to please her.”

“I’m sure you did just fine,” you tell your husband, unable to fathom him being a bad fuck. “Did you see her again after that?”

“Yes, but only for the remainder of my stay.”

You pause, hesitant to hear the answer to this next question. “… Did you care for her? Or any of the others?”

Kylo says nothing for a moment, rearranging in his lap so that you two may look at one another a bit better. His face is set, expression serious as he cradles your cheek delicately in his palm. “I always treated my partners with respect, but none of them ever meant anything to me, not really.”

For just a moment there, in the chill of the hangar, you feel safe enough to lay bare one of the soft spots on your heart. “Do I mean something to you?” you whisper, too afraid to ask any louder than that.

“You are my wife,” Kylo replies, caressing your skin. You kiss your husband then, heart bursting at this quiet, almost unspoken admission of his love for you.

The two of you retire to bed not long after that, walking hand in hand back to your quarters. Kylo lets you hold him so tightly that night, falling asleep with his face pressed against your chest. You breathe in the scent of his hair as you nod off, warm and content.

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Palgodu is just entering its winter months, the air nipping at your exposed face and ears as you walk up the steps of the royal castle. Snow hasn’t fallen yet, thankfully, but you step lightly anyway, not wanting to graze over an icy patch and go tumbling. Kylo is by your side, of course, shrouded in a black as per usual. He keeps you close, probably trying to warm you up himself even though you’re draped in furs and thick fabrics. The two of your take in the great castle before you together, noting the fine stonework and carpentry. It’s a sturdy building, built no doubt to keep warmth in and invaders out. Guards are lined up all along the front of the place, armed to the teeth. They may be there for you and Kylo’s benefit, a welcoming party of sorts, but you doubt it. If your planet just ended a civil war, you’d keep yourself covered on all sides as well.

King Eli awaits you and Kylo as soon as you enter the castle, grinning broadly as he welcomes the both of you to his home. The first thing you notice about the King is his size, for he is tall and wide, made exclusively of thick slabs of muscle. He would be imposing with his full beard and beastly hands, you think, if his demeanor were not so warm.

You and Kylo amble through a corridor just off the castle’s entrance hall, following in the King’s wake. You pass many tapestries along the way, precious pieces of handiwork that seem to depict the history of Palgodu. They turn your head, these works of art, and you find yourself studying them intently until you’re shown into a small receiving room at the end of the hall.

The first thing you feel when you lay eyes on the Queen Eleanor is envy. Before she even so much as speaks, you’re plagued with it, the jealousy you feel so white-hot in your veins that you’re afraid your skin will glow from the heat. She is heavy with child, the Queen, her stomach round and swollen underneath the skirt of her gown. To make matters worse, the bundle of blankets that she clutches to her chest is squirming, confirming that she already has a little one out here in the world as well. And then a young girl dashes out from the corner of the room, giggling as she evades being picked up by her nurse, and you feel as though you might actually burst into tears.

It’s idiotic, you know, to be jealous of a woman simply because she has children, but you can’t help the way your mind rages at the sight of Queen Eleanor and all the bounty of her womb. She has so much of what you want, so much of what you’re worried you’ll never be able to have. Still, it’s impossible to hate her for long— the Queen, like her husband, is just far too kind.

She welcomes you with open arms, beaming as she declares that she feels as if the both of you already know each other. And you sort of do, you suppose, given how much you’ve communicated these past few weeks. Like you, Queen Eleanor handles her regime’s charitable efforts, and you’ve spoken at length over comm about donations and food and a myriad of other subjects. She’s practical and a bit headstrong, passionate about protecting those who rely on her and her husband for help.

“I apologize for not meeting you right when you arrived,” Eleanor says to you. “The baby needed to eat, and Maudie is always so restless when she’s forced to stand still.”

Finally, you snap out of you sad little trance, remembering where you are and what you’re doing. “Oh please, don’t be sorry,” you reply, waving her off with a gesture and a sweet little laugh.

Though your feeling of envy pass quickly, the sudden burst of intense emotion does leave you feeling disoriented. The rest of the afternoon is mostly a blur, and you barely feel like you’re there as you and Kylo dress for dinner. You must put up a good front though, because neither Miriam nor Kylo says anything as about your demeanor as they interact with you.

Dinner consists of a large feast, and you’re grateful for the crowd around the table. There’s much talking and laughing, and you’re able to shrink back into the noise, more content with observing rather than participating tonight. You do feel a bit better though, fortified by your warm meal and a few sips of wine. And of course, Queen Eleanor continues to be a lovely friend, trying to rope you into conversations regarding the upcoming charity gala that the two of you have worked so hard on.

Just as you’re digging into your dessert, however, you feel it, that round, aching pain that most women know all too well. Your good mood evaporates immediately, overtaken by an empty sort of melancholy that’s even more painful than the cramping in your abdomen. Keenly aware of your audience (and the fact that you’re wearing black), you try desperately not to let your emotions show on your face. And stars does that take all you have, the task made even more arduous by the fact that your husband sits beside you. You don’t want him to perceive the shift in your mood, so you must guard your thoughts more closely than ever before.

Mercifully, your mask never slips, your defenses do not fail, and you’re able to excuse yourself from the table with ease. In a surprising turn of events, Kylo actually accepts King Eli’s invitation to play cards, and watching your husband walk away from you is perhaps the biggest relief of all in this moment.

The walk back to your chambers is relatively short, but your limbs are so heavy as you make the journey. Miriam is there waiting for you, but you have no heart to perform for her, stumbling into the ‘fresher with little more than a weary ‘hello’. When you check , your underwear are stained, just as you suspected. And though you already knew what happened the moment you felt your stomach cramp up at the table, this confirmation of your worst fear makes you breakdown completely.

Cleaning yourself up sloppily, you leave the ‘fresher with tears in your eyes, startled to find Miriam there in the doorway when you try to go back to the bedroom. She’s poised to get you whatever you may need, mouth already forming the words, “What can I do for you?” when the two of you lock eyes. You don’t know why you do it, but you collapse into Miriam’s arms right there, offering no explanation for your actions as you dissolve into sobs.

“What’s the matter?” you attendant asks quickly, supporting your weight as you sag against her. Miriam’s hands are on your back, in your hair, rubbing and petting and trying in vain to soothe you.

You draw back from Miriam’s chest, hiccupping pathetically. “I started my period,” you tell her, and the fact that you sound like a distraught twelve-year-old girl is not lost on you in the moment.

Miriam looks confused for a moment, asking, “Did you—?” But then her face dissolves into a look of sympathetic understanding, and she puts her arms around you again. “Oh. Oh, my lady.”

You beg for a bath, unable to do anything else as your attendant holds you close. Miriam does as you ask, letting the hot water run as she unlaces your gown and lets down your hair. Trying to be useful, you take off your jewelry on your own, but even this small task feels insurmountable in the midst of your breakdown.

The heat of your bathwater feels like a warm hug against your skin, but not even this serves to soothe your aching heart. Drawing your knees up to your chest, you curl in on yourself, choking on your own tears and sniffles. Miriam allows you to have a moment, sitting patiently by the bathtub as you settle yourself. Finally, she speaks.

“What’s the matter?” she asks softly, reaching out to stroke your hair again. You don’t brush her off, though your tone is less than charitable.

“I already told you,” you reply curtly, hugging your legs closer.

Miriam maintains her composure, speaking gently. “I know. But I have a feeling that this is about something more than a bit of blood in your underwear, Empress.”

Swallowing thickly, you contemplate whether or not you want to get into all of this right now. But Miriam is your only resource, really, the only older woman in your life that may be able to offer you a bit of advice.

“I just want to be pregnant,” you finally croak, voice raw from crying for so long. Miriam sighs at that, nodding solemnly.

“I know, my lady,” she says companionably, still carding her fingers through your hair. “Has the Supreme Leader said something to you? Gotten angry or expressed his dissatisfaction?”

“No,” you say quickly, moving to sit up now. Your head pounds, clogged with congestion from all your crying. “It’s… it’s the Queen.”

Miriam starts at that, eyes ablaze, her tone indignant. “Queen Eleanor said something to you?”

You can’t help but laugh then, touched by your attendant’s defense of you. “No,” you say, any joy you experienced just now dissipating. “She’s a lovely person, it’s just… It’s just her children. She has so many, and I—”

“And you have none,” Miriam cuts softly, finishing your sentence for you. You nod, chewing on your bottom lip to keep from crying again.

“I just don’t understand it,” you declare, utterly bewildered. Miriam lathers up a rag, washing your body as she listens to you talk. “Kylo and I have sex nearly every night it feels like. I don’t know what I’m doing wrong!”

“It’s not about what you’re doing,” Miriam soothes, rinsing you with her hands. “Sometimes these things just take time, that’s all.”

You throw a look Miriam’s way, eyebrows raised. “It only takes once.”

Miriam laughs a bit at that, nodding. “Yes,” she concedes, “technically once is enough. But that’s not the case for everyone.”

That makes you sigh, mostly because you know she’s right. Still, you can’t help but feel betrayed by your body, by your womb.

“Have I ever told you about the first woman I ever served?” Miriam asks, redirecting your attention away from your thoughts.

“No.”

“She was a senator’s wife,” your attendant begins, pouring shampoo into her hand now, “and she was desperate to get pregnant from the moment she got married. Like you, though, it didn’t happen for her right away, and she became rather upset. She began doing anything she could to conceive after a few months, drinking these disgusting teas, standing on her head after she and her husband had sex— just all sorts of nonsense. But after a year, she still had no child. Doctors assured her that she wasn’t barren, but of course she thought otherwise.

“After a lot of crying and wasting away in her bed, my mistress decided to just put the whole thing out of her mind. It destroyed her to do so, but she decided that perhaps she wasn’t supposed to be a mother. But do you know what happened after she quit fixating on the idea of getting pregnant?”

“She got pregnant,” you answer, already seeing where Miriam’s going with this story. She nods, confirming that you’re correct.

“That’s right. She went on to have another three children after she had that first baby, and they were all healthy and beautiful.” Miriam hooks her fingers under your chin, forcing you to look at her. “The same way yours will be. But you must relax, Empress. If you fester in this desire to bear a child, the stress will prevent you from getting the very thing you want so badly.”

You want to argue, to say that you aren’t working yourself up into a frenzy about having a baby, but that’s simply not the truth. You think of conceiving each and every time you and Kylo make love, you pray and yearn and hope as you as you wash him off your body. You even dream of it sometimes, giving birth, and not all of the things you see in your head are pleasant.

“Just enjoy being with your husband,” Miriam advises, almost as if she can read your mind. “If you relax and allow yourself to let go when the two of you make love, a baby will come quickly. I promise.”

You desperately want to believe you attendant, but your own anxiety forces you to remain unconvinced. Still, you’re grateful for the reassurance, figuring that everything will be brighter in the morning.

Kylo comes back from his card game not an hour after you get out of the tub, kissing you soundly as he grumbles about drunken aristocrat and a particularly poor hand that came his way during the event. You almost tell him about your little episode but ultimately refrain from doing so, figuring that it’s not worth the trouble. Still, your husband is intuitive as ever, asking you if everything’s all right as the two of you retire to bed.

“I’m just tired, that’s all,” you tell him, more than happy to snuggle down under his arm.

Kylo doesn’t press the matter, though you’re not sure he believes you. But he holds you close anyway, shielding you from the chill of the room.

That night, you dream that you’re running all through the Supremacy, chasing after a small child that giggles and squeals as they continuously evade your grasp. It’s frustrating, for they always seem to be just ahead of you, just around the corner or already running down the next hall over.

Just as you get close enough to grab the back of the child’s shirt, you wake up.

[the-dubstep-strawberry]

Top 10 Female Characters

Rules: Name your top 10 favorite female characters from 10 different fandoms and then tag 10 people.

Tagged by @pchberrytea​, with many thanks!

Okay, this is going to be good. Let’s see here... this is not and could never be an exhaustive list, but here are ten of my faves off the top of my head. (Warning, may contain *spoilers* for their respective franchises.)

1. Commander Susan Ivanova (Babylon 5)

Second-in-command of the Babylon 5 station. Suffers no fools whatsoever, especially not gladly. Proudly Jewish, Russian and bi. I love everything about her, not least the fact that she’s played by the gorgeous and talented Claudia Christian. Perennial fave of mine. Needs more GIFs of her, there are never enough.

2. Judge Cassandra Anderson (Dredd)

Played by the magnificent Olivia Thirlby, newbie Judge Cassandra Anderson demonstrates to her badass boss that you can be strong, capable and compassionate and that there is no true justice without mercy. Reads minds, kicks ass, passes the Bechdel Test. Even capable of rescuing herself. What more could you ask for?

3. Jill Valentine (Resident Evil)

My zombie-killing heart belongs to Jill Valentine. She was the star of one of my very first favorite games and I just adore her. Strong, smart, just, compassionate and lovely in every way. I will incidentally ship her and Carlos for all eternity (Chris Redfield who?)

4. Morticia Addams

Bewitchingly beautiful, morbidly lovely, full of style and grace. Adored and worshipped by her husband, Morticia is a woman of many talents. She fences, paints, writes, plays the violin, tends to a conservatory of carnivorous plants, makes black the new black, harnesses the forces of darkness, crushes the whole “being a mom” thing, and dances like nothing you’ve ever seen. 100% iconic.

5. Ellen Ripley (Alien, Aliens et al)

World’s best space mom and cat-lover. Wasn’t trained for any of this, but since nobody else was capable of saving the day, she stepped up and made the Alien Queen her bitch. Interplanetary problem? Call Ripley. She’ll kill it with fire. (The franchise did her wrong and we all know it, but she will always be the best.)

6. Rose DeWitt Bukater (Titanic)

A bit of a spoiled brat, I know, but my favorite poor little rich girl was born into an incredibly restrictive lifestyle that she never asked for, or wanted. The hell with table manners and tea parties and privilege - Rose wanted to be free to ride horses, fly planes, and do whatever the hell she pleased, instead of being married off to a jerk-ass millionaire against her wishes to save her mother’s sinking social status. Ironically, the only person for whom traveling on the Titanic was a literal lifeline. Faking her death and starting over so she could live the life she actually wanted is just #goals. (And so, incidentally, is her wardrobe.)

7. Empress Emily Kaldwin (Dishonored)

Empress, assassin, heir to her mother’s throne, and the product of a doomed love affair - Emily is a fascinating young woman, passionate in every way, trying to walk the line between the call of duty and the lure of adventure. Although I usually play as Corvo, who is Getting Way Too Old For This Shit, I love a good playthrough of Dishonored 2 and seeing all the cool stuff that our favorite Lord Protector taught his badass not-so-secret daughter to do in defense of the realm - and herself. We learn along with Emily that her caring and dutiful mother had something of a wild, romantic streak (she hated her own iconic hairdo because she preferred having her hair loose and flowing, and would much rather have been off in a rowboat for a picnic with her beloved bodyguard than sitting through tedious matters of state), and as we get a good look at the young woman who now has to fight for control of her own damn Empire, we can kind of see where she got that passionate, rebellious streak from.

8. Sansa Stark (Game of Thrones/A Song of Ice and Fire)

So you thought Sansa was a spoiled princess who only cared about dresses and sewing and boys? Well, she was at first. Unfortunately she was in for a very rude awakening, and since she isn’t a trained killer like her little sister, Sansa is forced to make etiquette her armor and play politics in order to survive. She endures (amongst other things) forced marriage, political imprisonment, the deaths of most of her family and friends, her own aunt attempting to murder her, a fucking zombie apocalypse in her own back yard, and having to put up with some very creepy bullshit from an older guy who had a crush on her mom (eww). Frankly, giving her a kingdom of her own to rule after all that was the least they could do. Long live the Queen in the North.

9. Edith Pelham (née Crawley), Marchioness of Hexham (Downton Abbey)

Poor Edith! She’s always getting kicked around by her big sister, ignored or taken for granted by her parents, and being disappointed by suitors, who have an unfortunate habit of dying, running away, already being married - and in at least one instance, all three. Fortunately, she learns how to hold her own in the high society “scandal and quiet female rebellion” stakes. Over the course of the series, she eventually finds her own voice and vocation, and ends up bagging the best husband of them all... and she was cemented as my forever-fave when she finally snapped and told Mary what she really thought of her. Good for you, Edith.

10. Mothra (Mothra, Mothra vs. Godzilla, Godzilla vs. Mothra, Rebirth of Mothra trilogy, Godzilla: King of the Monsters, et al)

No list of my favorite female characters would be complete without the Queen of the Monsters! Sometimes she’s on Godzilla’s team, and sometimes she has to show him who’s boss, but no matter how and where she appears, Mothra never fails to steal the show. A literal goddess. Last on this list only because she’s 10/10.

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Simp Sunday: Minho

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Jieun,

Love of my life, you are my water lily. You are the flower that blooms so beautifully on the surface of my life, bringing color to the depths of me and bringing gentleness to my stone chill. Everyday I look at you and I wonder how you bloomed with me of all people. Why you chose me to want to love and cherish.

I don’t know if I’ll ever truly understand but i do know and I do understand that you are my beloved kitty, my darling fiancée, my screaminf guiding light. I cherish the mornings when we wake up togther. I treasure every night I get to fall asleep next to you. I love everything you do, everything you say. I love how you grab my hands when you’re excited and how your eyes shine when you laugh and how your laugh blends into music to create the sweetest melody I think I’ll ever hear.

Someday I’ll call you my wife. I don’t know how soon but my love, I know we’ll be okay from now until forever. You and I will make it work. We’re the dream team and I’m never going to stop trying to love you with all my heart, with all my person. You, my kitty, my water lily, my precious Jieun, mean more than words can describe.

I love you, so much.

- Minho

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[kunalkarankapoor]

16 Years Of Kunal Karan Kapoor. (Fan -messages)

Thank you kunal karan kapoor,You'd entered my life as an actor but now you are not an actor for me but a family member, friend, well-wisher, true love, inspiration and my idol 🤩 I know these words are less to describe you... You might be suprise how you became these all... I can explain! A family member, How? Aren't you excited for every success of your family member.. Don't you always want to support and be there for him with or without anyone.. Don't you feel happy for the relationship desicions, birthdays etc of your family member.. Yes right then you are a part of my family too... Friend.. How? Like I talk to my friend, like I tag my friend, like I celebrate my friend's birthday, like I have all the concern on him and his future I have on you too... Then what about well wisher..? You don't know me right.. Then how can you became well wisher of mine? Basically you wish good for all your fans... Hence you are my well wisher... But speaking in depth a well wisher always motives us in every part of life.. And you do that by your character mohan.. When I feel too low and feel why me always I'm good but I don't get good... I see mohan saying to megha just because you are good not all others are good too... After he rescued her from their boss... That motivates me that time... Nextly whenever I have suicidal thoughts.. Yeah I have some... I see mohan motivating megha of the sunrise after the dark night... I feel you are saying to me not to quit... And at times when I cry I see the scene where you suddenly pop from the door and ask megha not to cry and you console her by your actions.. Yeah I immediately stop crying when I see that... See you have your magic in all of my life... So now you are my well wisher right? Then true love... It doesn't only mean life partner... But it is the people whom we love without any need and intention... It is pure... I have no exact reason to love you hence you are my true love... And would also wish a person with more similarities. Next you are my inspiration by the life you live which all other fail.. Following your heart and doing your passion.. This may look simple but that is practically not simple as that... And needs so much of guts to take a desicions of this sort... We can be happy if we follow our heart everyone knows... But we need someone to do that set an example and lead in that way.. So you always inspire me in that sort... Every time I see your travel pictures I think see how independent he is... Must live a life like this fulfilling our dreams... So you directly or indirectly shape my whole life... ❤ And finally idol... Do I need to explain this further... The whole message is the reason why I look up you as an idol... And I wish that you must be born either as my father, brother, best friend, my life partner or maybe my son 😂 why as an actor that too that far... So that I can't see you are make you my own... You are an public figure...But I want you as my private person 😂 maybe in next birth ( you decide the relationship between us.. I'm ok with anything) so finally thank you KKK... Be proud of you always... Getting rich fame or anything else is easy... But getting someone who considers you as a family is something spl you have that... ❤ Be always proud of yourself because you have done something wonderful by spreading positivity and changing someone's life in a positive way... Good luck, good health and happiness to you always..With love your fan. - Janani Praseena

Firstly I started to watch nenjam pesudhey for Ashnoor because her cuteness in Jhansi rani….slowly I become fan of your bond with Ashnoor your slang your hair, nose everything…sometime I really wish to pull your nose once in my lifetime …and the highlight of your acting is, you just not acted ,you lived the character…the day is incomplete without talking about you every day. We use to talk about you serial episodes in our lunchtime, not even care about our board exams 😁….whenever you wink your eyes it makes me blush 🙈💘…still some of my friends have saved my contact number as dhevayanimohan that’s how much I love you and make everyone ears filled with blood 😁… my relation said she would definitely marry a Hindi boy…you made a powerful impact.. I started to cry when the serial is over. Then my mom bought a phone. In that I download lot and lots of pictures videos of your…once she opens her phone it only filled with your photos..i wish my partner would be same like you, sharp nose, joined eyebrows, curly hair expressive eyes. If I was born as a boy, I would also put a tattoo like your tattoo. Recently I seen some of your left right left episodes, in that I loved your lady getup 😂😂😂 You perfectly do your responsibility what the director wants…cuteness overloaded in some of your previous work like Varun's character …Every time everywhere proposing scene came you nailed it very well. It makes an impact in my heart… like you just proposed me😍😍…You are my first love you taught me to blush ….Thank you for everything and entertaining us and also you gave some new feelings 😍 - Dhevayani 

A HUGE congratulations to you KUNAL sir for completing wonderful 16 YEARS…A journey of ups and downs, criticisms and appreciations, ignoring the talks of haters, you have proven yourself with your great works… God blessed  us with you, a powerful actor, an incredible person so so so down to earth and extremely humble and other adjectives that can’t fit in a message. You portrayed all your characters so well. I appreciate your all characters for your honest performance specially Varun, Yudi, Mohan, Krishna and Mohit. I know a team makes a show but after seeing your performance you left us speechless. I love how you live your character and connect your viewers so well through your acting. Your transformation from MOHAN to VASU is just wow. I really appreciate your performance as Vasu. I love his style and his tapori language. But MOHAN to Mohan hai uske jaisa koi nahi. He is my FOREVER favourite.❤️ YOU portrayed that character so well and beyond words completely nailed it…You made a space in our heart and no one can ever replace you. I love you amazing performance as Mohit Naik Raikar❤️.. Eagerly waiting to see you again as Mohit Naik Raikar.. THANK YOU for entertaining us and Keep entertaining us with your amazing performance.😊 Thank you for making us proud to be your fan. It’s not just words, It’s a feeling that. YOU ARE THE BEST….! -  Aarti Yadav

Beloved Kunal Karan Kapoor, Sab se pehle congratulations from bottom of my for completing 16th successful years in industry ❤️👏 Happy 16th Anniversary 🎉🎉 Mujhe nahi pata ke main aapka THANK YOU kaise karo main aap ki fan jab se hoon jab mujhe fan ka Matlab bhi pata nahi tha but his din se aapko ko dekha hai onscreen ye pyaar or care wali feeling jab se hai aapke liye ❤️ Aapke har character ko appreciate karna chahti ho aapne Apna har role behtreen nibhaya hai har kirdaar ko jiya hai aapne or humne bhi. 🥰 Kunal sir jab aapke interview dekhti hoon tu buhat Khushi milti hai Aap buhat achche hai or kitni baar aapka positive nature mujhe positive vibes deta hai har waqt Ek pyaari si smile karna Maine aapse sikha hai 😘 Interviews dekh Kar humne Kunal ko Jana or Woh sakhs tu apne kirdaar se bhi ziyada khubsurat hai buhat sachcha hai Meri Dua hai ke Aap humesha khush raho ❤️ Aap ka positive attitude buhat inspire karta hai jab kabhi main udaas hoti ho tu aapki shows or k aapki pics dekh Kar buhat sukoon milta hai. Kunal aapki Magical voice buhat pyaari , I love your Expressive Eye's, I love your messy hairs ,I love your face , infact I like you , I love you ❤️ love you a lot Kunal 😚💞💞💝💖 Dil chahta hai aapko hug karo or apni sari baatein aapse share karo aapko har Khushi mile , aapke show main agar aap sad hote ho tu Dil khud udaas hojata hai or jab khush hote hu tu buhat sukoon milta hai💖 Jab koi new post ya update karte ho tu Dil Khushi se pagal hojata hai 💖 Thank you so much kunal for being a important part of my life Thank you for entertaining us since a long time Thank you for being my idol & my inspiration Thank you for spreading smile and love in my life Thank you so much Kunal Karan Kapoor Thanks a ton love you alot. - Jannat

Dear Kunal ji, THANK YOU SO MUCH for stay with 16 years of cini industry ...you are the versatile person ..each and every time when i see u you made me happy😀😀 , made me motivated😎, made me enjoy and everything🤗🤗 ..tqs for this kind of enjoyments 😘😘..and u r my inspiration..tq kunal ji stay blessed forever😍😍 ...love ubso much 😍😍😘😘😘_ - Abarna

Kunal ji16th year anniversary aapko bahut bahut badhai ho,aasha karte hain ki ishi traha jindagee ki saari padav paar karte huwe aap aage badhate jao,aur Eshwar aap ki saari iccha ko puri kare,kunal ji thank you so much 🌹 ki aapne hamari jindagee ko itana hashin banaya , aap ke itane aache aur superb serial ne,har ek serial me aapka naya roop ,nai josh,aur aapka muskurana,baat karna aur kaam karne ki style se hum etana empress ho jate hain ♥️ ki aap ka fan hi nahi aapse pyaar hone lagi hai🌹 thank you aapko ,ki aap hamare life me kabhi yudi,kabhi varun,kabhi monty,kabhi sukhi singh,kabhi angad,kabhi amrik,aur kabhi Mohan Bhatnagar/vasu ,kabhi shourya,aur kabhi krishna shekhawat toh kabhi Mohit raikar bankar aapke saare fan's ko khushi aur itana saara pyaar diya ,,🙂 kunal ji aapke liye ek song likhana chaungi 👉 hasteh hasteh kat jaye raste, jindagee yu hi chalte rahe, Khushi mile ya gam badlenge na ham dunniya chahe badaltee rahe... .....🙏 thank you so much 💖 my all in one kunal ji. Love 💖 you 💞 so much-  Laxmi

I was merely a kid when I watched you for the first time on my screen as Mohan and on that day I realized that it's possible to feel attached to fictional characters if the actors potraying them is as brilliant as you are. After that, I watched your other works as well and each time I was enthralled by your performance. You just nailed all the characters you played. You are one of the most exceptionally talented actors. Thanks a lot for entertaining us for 16 years and giving us so many memorable characters to cherish. Also, I must say you kind of ingrained the love for travelling in me through your breathtaking travel clicks. You are the reason I started experimenting with my camera to capture moments around me. Thanks for always being so inspiring. Thank you for being YOU. - Kunalistan

Dear hearttheif, Thank You for being a part of my life..I'm telling u directly that no one can never and ever enter into my life like u ..everyone facing and having lot of prblm I too have lot of prblm and felt lonely ...I dont know y whatever situation I'm going through whenever I see you everything will be alright... my happiness increases whenever u posting ....im thought about something and smiles while you posting....even now my eyes are filled with tears...simply u r my stress buster and painkiller ....and one more think I have learnt one gud things from u is that I'm starting to reading books about inspirational persons in library ...why I highlight this bcoz my parents encourage and they applauded me ...all credits goes to y bcoz I started this from you ...I heard you love to read books but now everyone appreciating me ..now .I came to conclusion .. Note:: If you visit tamil Nadu then definitely come to my home I prepare lot of dishes for u mainly ur fav dish idly with powder...love you more and miss you alottt.... - Renuka (TN Fan)

This message is to Thank our man (SPIDER MAN) for making us smile, laugh, motivated and also cry (happy tears) while seeing him on onscreen, through his acting skills and also still if we see his face on screen without knowing a smile starts appearing on our face so THANK YOU so much KUNAL...❤️ Sir for still motivating us in many situation through your acting skills and also making us to laugh, cry and smile. Once again...THANK YOU...our 😍SPIDER MAN😍 - Elakkiya Dayanidhi

I wish I could find a better way to thank you.. for I thank you for inspiring me a lot I thank you for painting my life with colors and happiness I thank you for always showering love alone I thank you for making my good times the best I thank you for I feel you are a true gift for me I thank you for whatever you do is always incredible, passionate and perfection I thank and admire you in each and every way you are I thank you for making me smile even when I think I dont want to I frankly say that you are a dictionary in my life with full of meanings in it I wish I would like to walk with you and enjoy But I'm sure I'll be the luckiest to enjoy your growth and happiness in the industry. I feel you deserve more than a thank you as you r always having a special place in my heart a king of expressions...😍😍😘 - Anitha

Hi Kunal( My Heart), How are you? I'm a big fan of you. Especially Na bole tum(Nenjam Pesuthe). Thanks for being a part of my life. The first serial i saw from then until the end of life is your fan. Ur the world acting king, master etc., when I sleep, u r in a dream. I want to see you at least once in my life. I like you so much. Speechless.. You ll out in a lot of web series, serials and movies. Love you kunal, stay safe and stay healthy. Waiting for TRC s3 and NBT s3. Your acting in 16years super super. You have a bright future. You ll buy a lots of awards. My heart only for you. We can learn a lot from you. I learned from the serial .. especially from Nbtnmkk that I learned to complete any situation not more than half. You will say this dialogue many times .. I learned this from you. They are very useful in my personal life .. I learned all this from you how to get through life .. I am still following .. You are an inspiration .. salute kunal ..Your eyes oh my god! .. may be looking at you for so many years but .. love you love you love you .. the bigger the sky the more love is on you ... u r great kunal ... Love should be like this in our lives. Thank you so much for coming into my life. - Renu thakshan

Thank you so much Kunal....❤for being with me as a inevitable one in my dream world😘...I can't see you everytime as a character when I see ur shows in my mobile or television....you are a something special to me...Happy wishes to your 16 th anniversary in ur journey. Those who are around with me...they are all know well how much i madly like you...Be happy kunal ji...Specially I am the fan from tamilnadu❤ - Rajkohila

Kunal... Awee! The smile that appears on my face when I hear the name..This life is not enough for me to praise, glorify and thank you for you..It was the schl time for me when I saw you in the series at 2012..The love I had for you been then never gave such love to anyone else.. I started watching the NBT Series just to see you..Overtime I became addicted to your acting as well..most like your eyes speaks everything... I was amazed at the love I put on you.. You were my shadow nd the mirror I share everything with..The mind yearns to see you again whn the series is over.. He seemed comforting to me again after a long year.. Tears of joy that came to my eyes when I suddenly saw the photo that appeared with your smiling face when I was trapped by the situation again felt the love I had for you in an instant.. Bcoz of your photos gave me joy nd excitement that no one else could..Then I thought it was a blessing I got back.. I enjoyed letting him performance again in The Raikar Case series.. Each of his scenes ll look subtle nd multi- talented..I was even more proud to be a fan of KUNALKARANKAPOOR🔥 when I saw it.. Honestly, I proudly say that 'YOU ARE THE SPARKLE IN MY LIFE'💕.. My heartfelt thanks to you for being a part of my life..The thanks nd gratitude I ask of you are greater than I think I can thank god.. Bcoz you comfort me in every joy nd sorrow of mine.. Two prayers to think of praying to God in my life..one is,That moment of seeing you one day in my life is the way to express my love then..And that it should happen soon. Another one is, I pray to the Lord that you will always get everything and succeed in your every endeavor, that your father and you may live a long life and that you may always be a comfort to fans like me..Once again many thanks to you for being a part of my life.. Always looking forward to your Smile❤.. - By Urs Gows

Hi Kunal ji, We love u always . I think i am very blessed because I saw NENJAM PESUTHEY till the end. I love your expression in each and every scene .You are such a wonderful actor. THANK U for your works .Stay Blessed and KEEP ROCKING. If it is possible pls do TAMIL movies .I am eagerly waiting for that moment. You are my favourite actor forever. I want to see u bro. That will definitely happen one day. Once again THANK U for all. CONGRATS for ur 16 years of work.💞💞

BHAVANI

(TAMILNADU)

Every new day, you bring reasons to see better perspective for life. Your interviews inspire me that how important it is to be grounded, to appreciate people around us who put immense hardwork for our success as well. The best thing I learned from you is not to take success in our heads. The way you stay calm when Strom passes in and stay calm when the dawn of happiness shine. Your mysterious nature too encourages me to work hard in life…your liveliness motivates to be a dreamer in true sense, your words have the power to make us realize the importance of smallest tiny things to larger one and its impact. Your 'being grateful’ nature inspired me in becoming a more thankful person to what I’ve received. Your selfless approach gives a mark for me to be like that. The main thing commendable about you is that 'not every negativity deserves our reaction’ this very thing is enough for dealing with lots in our lives. Through the characters (professionally) and personally you have been an ideal sight for people like me. No actor has ever changed me like the way you did. My words won’t stop and the reason is you. Thank you, our sweetheart, the miraculous our K. God bless you ❤️ - Nidhi Chillinsilencee

I'm not writing this just to wish you for completing 16 years in ITV .. I took this day as a convenient one to say you Thank you.. 😍🌈💕💜 Thank you Kunalji 💕💜.. for being kind.. for being a pure soul sharing ur smile to ever body you met.. for being supportive to ur loved ones ,even us indirectly.. for being a hardworking person to give your best to us.. for making us proud of everything you do.. for spreading positivity everywhere..I want to thank you for being a teacher for me personally.. for teaching me how to deal with things.. for teaching me how to be positive in the worst situations ever.. for teaching me the importance of a good content.. for teaching me how to be a good human being for my society.. for teaching me the importance of making difference in my life...Thank you once again for being such a good influence for your fans.. Kunalji 💕 you don’t know us but I am sure that you’re an ideal figure for every one in this entire world and you're the most beautiful thing that is ever happened to us.. I repeat ‘’ thank you ‘’ and will happily go on repeating many times for entertaining us fantastically for 16 years through your different but unique shades and also will happily repeat "N" no of times that we love you soooooo much not only as an Actor but most most most Beautiful Person in this World 💕💕Thank you for being LEGEND..Wish you Happy 16 years of your Acting Career .... enjoy ur day and I will always pray that you may shine like a golden star 🌟 throughout your life❤️🌈 Stay Happy, Stay Safe,Stay Healthy and don’t forget to take good care of yourself during this pandemic..bcoz you are infinitely Precious for us... love you 😍😘 - Sharvarih Sathe

Kunal .. Thank you...though I know this is a very small word for your presence in the industry for 16 years and your presence in my life for more than 8 years now...I could nt think anyother word.. You have always made me smile instantly when I look at you ..you were and your still my, that stress buster...thank you Thank you for teaching me the value of humbleness..thank you for teaching me how to be generous..I have seriously learnt it from you... Thank you re-kindling my passion towards reading again which I lost in between.. Thank you for letting me know that u also have that same urge and itch for travel.. Thank you making me not just to admire beauty but also to capture that moment.. Thank you for introducing me to english tracks...which I eventually started liking... Thank you..its because of you I learnt hindi to speak and understand.. Thank you for inspiring me in every possible way that I missed to mention... Thank you is just a small word.. Loving you from the bottom of my heart for everything u have done to me with it your physical presence...Thank you Kunal -  Yours loving - Maya Singh

Everyone in tamilnadu started to love Kunal sir by his acting in nenjam pesuthe. If nbtnmkk was not dubbed in Tamil, we would not know a fantastic actor like him. His acting and expressions in each scene are amazing. Then, now and forever we love Kunal Karan Kapoor sir. I wanted him to do a Tamil or south Indian film. love You Kunal….❤❤❤ - Nenjam Peasuthe Fan Page

Congratulations Kunal Karan Kapoor❤️👏👏for 16succuss ful years…happy 16th anniversary💞Meri yeh dua hei bagvaan se, ki aapke life khushiyo se bhar de…🤩and Kunal, thank u sooo much for entertaining us..your presence makes us smile💞,thank u so much ki Aapne hamei ithna kushiyaa aur hamare Zindagi ithna haseen banaya…💞Aapka har role behthareen nibhaya hei,aapne har character mei jiya hei aur Woh dekh kar hamnei bhi..🔥thank u soo much for being with us..miss u Kunal…pls come back soon with a new show..😍TRC2 or nbt3 We are always waiting to see u in big screen. God bless u in your all success ..love u Kunal❤️💞🔥 -  shameem.m76

Hii Kunal sir! This side is your big fan Harshita Rijhwani I have seen many of your serials. By watching your acting in nbtnmkk,I want to tell you that you are an amazing actor and a genuine person too. Your voice modulation was also so nice in that nazm You just feel the pain of the character in emotional scenes. And one more thing you are the only one actor who made me cry with his acting skills. I am in love with your acting as Mohit Naik Raikar also. Please come back with many more webseries and tv shows.

Kunal, I am not writing this just because I am a biggggggg admirer of you😍😍😍, in fact you truly deserve this appreciation👏👏👏. Since I have started watching serials, you are the one whom I found to be the besttttt versatile actor👌. You have performed every role and every scene so perfectly😎, that no other actor can even think of improving that😁. Watching you onscreen is a treat to our eyes n soul❤💕. Thank you Kunal for doing all your brilliant work, soo proud of youu😍😊. Love you always😘❤. Keep smiling n please come back onscreen soon. Eagerly waiting...🤗🤗🤗 Congratulations for completing 16 years of Remix and best wishes for the future.❤❤❤ -  Priya K

I don't know from where to start but I give a big tight hug to you and thank you for inspiring me like no one can and wanna congratulate and wish you the best and best alone in this 16yearsof your journey always wanna see you only happy I don't believe in love at first sight my friends tell he is my crush he is my love but I didn't feel anyone like that but at that time a man came and changed all those words and yes I jump cry in happiness enjoyed a lot seeing him onscreen you wanna know who he is yes he is Kunal Karan Kapoor my energy my happiness my dream love my jaan😍 I can say more than these I didnt even believe I'll b typing a msg for you and share it with you see wt I would tell my parents and my frnds like I'm chatting with you but those things came real now and I'm enjoying seeing many fan pages for you and happy to be a part of the fan family... Thank you for being my everything my jaan.. As a big fan of yours wanna c u grow more and I know u would have overcome many obstacles in the film industry and many ignorance but still I believe 0 haters will be there for you and I thank you for every single thing you do actions expressions smile the curly hair of yours cute sharp nose... always have a happy healthy life ji -. kkkfan_till_eternity

Hiii Kunal Sir I am Mithuna from Tamilnadu... I am your craziest fan sir... In the age of 9 first time I saw you on television serial Na Bole Tum Na Maine Kuch Kaha, which is dubbed in Tamil... I became you fan. From my young age to now, I am your craziest fan sir. I see you as my family member sir.. Your acting is awesome sir.. if in any scenes you are crying, I automatically start to cry sir.. Your expression is very realistic sir.. I am really proud to be your fan sir.. THANK YOU ❤❤ -  Mithuna Venugopal

Dear kunal, you are a God sent asset to the TV industry and for your ever increasing fandom. You have completed 16 years in the tv industry from 'Remix' to 'The Raikar Case'. A big round of applause. You have reinvented yourself in every role which you have played. Not once ur character, mannerisms, body language has been repeated. It's a sheer delight to watch you on screen. You are an ambitious actor and we are certain that ur costar love to work with u.❤ Congratulations on an accomplished 16 years of hard work you have infused in your diverse roles.

Dear kunal, aap itne hardworking ho. AND a dedicated artist. You deserve all the success in this world. Keep up ur good work and cheers to ur hard work❤❤❤. Aap ek farishta ho mere liye. You came in my life as 'mohan bhatnagar' at the right time. My personal n professional life was in dumps. I was clueless and didn't know what to do. You showed me the right path..And for that I will be eternally grateful. I love you dear mohan bhatnagar , cadet yudi and shaurya..I have learned a lot from these three characters. Kunal, aap aapke fans k liye ek inspiration ho. Ur dedication to ur work is exemplary. Thank you for making a difference in our lives. Wish you all the best for ur future ventures. We love u - Dusky

First of all, congatulations kunalkarankapoor❤️👏👏for 16succuss ful years...happy 16th anniversary💞Meri yeh dua hei ki bagvaan se Aapka saari icchaa poora kar de,,,aapke life khushiyo se bhar de...🤩and kunal, thank u sooo much for entertaining us..your presence makes us smile💞,thank u so much ki Aapne hamei ithna kushiyaa aur hamare Zindagi ithna haseen banaya...💞Aapka har role behthareen nibhaya hei,aapne har charecter mei jiya hei aur hamnei bhi..🔥 We are always waiting to see u in big screen..god bless u in your all success ..love u kunàl❤️💞🔥 - Shemi Shameem

Hi Kunal ji... Heartfelt 💕congratulations to you for completing 16 successful years in the industry 🎉🎉 Your presence is a gift❣️for us. You are unique and special ❤️ As a little one I never thought I would be crazy on you as I'm now.. Whenever I see you (live or tv shows or interviews) my happiness is not less than a kid..I jus jump wid joy Whenever I see you...NBT my favourite serial through which I came to know about a very talented , versatile , passionate actor...💞... I've seen NBT nearly 8 times..If watching the same serial would be a crime then I would be serving a life sentence for watching 😂😂..But even would luv to watch NBT after decades✨✨..But still I'm not able to find out why I'm addicted to it..😍 After watching all ur shows , I truly felt ... In ths world "Every Megha needs a person like Mohan. Every chavvani needs a spiderman like Mohan. Every jaan needs a papu like Mohan...Every Ishaani needs a brother like Shaurya..

And it's kunal ji who made us feel the character Mohan , Shaurya , Krishna ,Mohit ,Yudi etc Everybody needs a loving person like you... And of course the industry needs a versatile and phenomenal actor like you"❤️❤️ Such a humble , kind , down to earth nature and never fails to put a smile on kunalians face... You really inspired me and motivated me to change the things I could and to aspire to be the best I can💢 You were the one who Taught me to ignore negativity Taught me to bounce back from failures. Taught me to stay calm at any situations.. Taught me to never give upon my dreams... Taught me to overcome hurdles... Taught me to spread happiness💞.. Thank you....Thank you so much ..I would keep on repeating thank you .. Thank you for inspiring me to keep working hard Thank you for being a guiding light ✨✨ Thank you for ur motivation 🔥to chase my goals and doesn't matter how much slower we go , as long as we are not going to stop... Thank you for being a "doctor to my wounds friend to my sorrows. Mentor to my dilemmas.Teacher to my actions"...You may not know how you were all this....but every kunalians will know!!!!!

Only way to celebrate life is doing what we love following our heart and I learnt these from you Kunal ji💕💕 So...I've never seen a superhero in my life but quite certain that you are a superhero... I really don't know how to express my love and respect for you..but could say onething...I have the same love and respect for you that I have on my mom and dad....Thanks for taking the word "WORRY" out of my vocabulary and replacing it wid "HAPPINESS" Forever grateful 🙏🙏 Please take good care of ur health...and mainly during this pandemic situation...a little more attention to ur health...bcoz u are the KING of our KINGDOM👑🌈✨ Loads of love.... One of ur die hard fan💕💕 - Kunalkkap.ooprfan

Dear kunal (choci boy) sir congratulations for Completing 16 year in the Indian Television industry... Iam proud of kunal fans in tamilnadu... Iam So happy sir Bczz God gift for u to all tamilnadu people...You are come to in my life amazing artist in November 2012...Iam your biggest fan for nbtk in tamil dubbed Nenjam pesuthe series... Iam watch nbtk dubbed Nenjam pesuthe 1st episode... My crush for u... Ur Excellent Traveller... I see Ur photography really Ur photography was amazing... Thank u sir... - @nenjam_peasuthe

Hii Kunal Sir... My Huge Congratulations for Your 16th Anniversary in Your Journey.. I Love Your all The Performances...(Varun to Mohit) I Really Addicted To Your Mohan Character Because 1st Time i saw you in Nenjam Pesuthey... "Adda" Song is My Favourite Song Ever.. I Really Obsessed With You... Your Hardwork, Acting, Travelling, Photography, Books Reading and Everything Inspires Me Lots...Your Hard Work Motivate Me...Your Smile Can change My Sadness....You Are My Happiness and You are My Stress Buster...My Every day Starts With Your Face and Every Night Ends With Your Face...THANKYOU SO MUCH KUNAL SIR...❤ Thank You For Motivate Me.. Thank You For Making Me Happy... Thank You for Entertaining Us and Keep Entertaining With Your Amazing Performance... I am Very Lucky To Be Your Fan...❤ YOU ARE THE BEST!!! No One Can Replace Your Place... Keep Rocking With Your Magical Smile...❤ We are Looking forward to Your Next Projects... We are Eagerly Waiting for Your Performance in Onscreen And Big Screen Also.. Thank You For Entering With Us...My Best Wishes To You And Your Growth... Love You Spiderman❤...We Love You Always...Stay Safe...Keep Smiling And Keep Shining Always... ALL THE BEST....❤ By Guna....

Dear Kunal sir Congratulations for completing 16 years in the Indian television industry. You came into my life as a normal person in November 2012. And the meantime I become your fan then came to know that you are a TV actor. So I want to say thank you for entertaining us till now and you will continue this. Though you came into my life in the time of NBT but honestly after watching your previous shows I really feel happy and grateful to be one of your fan. From Remix to The Raikar Case you played different character. From Varun to Mohit you give us unforgettable and evergreen characters. Wanna say thank you for connect with the audience by your simplicity. Thanks a lot for inspiring us. Thanks a lot for giving us a world tour by your travel pictures. Really love your photography. Thanks a lot for becoming the smile of my face in every ups and downs in my life.Your fan - Shreyashi 

Congratulations My superhero for celebrating 16 years anniversary in the industry ... 16years is huge ... But we need more time to explore you ..to adore you ...to adorn you ... so many congratulations for the upcoming years ... THANK YOU KUNAL KARAN KAPOOR ji for being there for me 😉 I know you couldn't be there for me as a person but i could feel your presence whenever needed...♥️ You made me smile... You made me cry .. You made me laugh so hillariously ... You made me Blush ... You made me a lovable girl altogether -Thankyou ...

You showed me to have courage and be kind as Varun.. You showed me to stay strong and prove myself as Yudi ... You made me believe in unconditional Love and showed me pure unconditional Love to my Loved ones unconditionally as Mohan ... You showed me to be truthful as Reporter .. You showed me to stay brave and find myself as Vasu .. You showed me to be a hero as Krishna  You showed me to stay as a pillar of support to our loved ones as Shaurya ... You showed me to keep fighting to get the place I deserve even if I am neglected as Mohit .. You showed me to be a divine and soulful friend in need as Amrik You showed me different other aspects to learn as Angad...sukhi ...subash..monty...in every character you played... On the whole I have learnt something very huge from you to be praised. It's being True to ourselves.

Thank you kunal for being a masterpiece in acting so we could explore you to the fullest ...

You made me see a complete different dimension in acting i haven't explored before - thank you for that...You made me dwell with you in every characters you have portrayed ..- thank you ..You are an art ..You yourself is a masterpiece ..You are an ocean of talent man ..lets us explore you more and have a complete study of your acting ...Thank you for entertaining us and do it even more ....Congratulations and Thank you for everything you have given us ...Proud to be your fan ...Wish you reach the zenith of glory and stay blessed ..stay smiling ... Always in our prayers .. Follow your heart. We (fans) will be here .. to support you constantly continuously...and unconditionally love you ...Kunal Karan Kapoor ❤️ With love Swetha (Kunalkkapoor_forever)

Hi...kunal ji...You are mine since 2012...From nenjam pesudhe (Nbtkk tamil version) 😍I and my friends always fight for you...always I won...You did all the roles splendid...Everyday is incomplete without looking your face or your scene💕 I don't know the secret that you have...bcoz I was fall on you 2012 that love is continued till now😘😘You are a multitalented...I wish you would return to make us more loved on you🤩Love you loads kunal ji...Happy wishes for ur 16th year of journey💙 Kohila Raji

Usha2002

Priynka.

[selinurr]

“If our relationship means anything to you, please, pardon my crimes.” - Malavai Quinn (Siding with the Republic)

The years following beautiful and deadly Wrath’s mysterious disappearance along with honorable Darth Marr were terribly unkind to Malavai. His never-ending search for his beloved bought up unpleasant enemies that wished nothing more than for Wrath’s permanent retirement. But his love and promise of eternal loyalty to his wife was stronger than the venomous threats of the many Sith Lords and even members of the Dark Council.

He will not rest until he finds his beloved Wrath.

Prison did little to dampen his love for her. The search had it’s share of difficulties and their small group of companions were slowly losing hope. Even Lieutenant Pierce was worried for the man, who he used to growl in immense frustration at; his “By the books” bullshit. But it didn’t take much for the Veteran of Black Ops to see that Malavai was absolutely devastated about Wrath’s sudden disappearance. Hell, even Pierce himself, was missing their beautiful Lord.

But when word of her finally awaited appearance reached him, Malavai was struck with the sudden urge to just pull Wrath into his arms and never let go. How he wanted to tell her of all his efforts to find her, his sleepless nights; wondering if he will ever see her again. How he went above and beyond the call of duty on missions when even the slimmest of chances were present in finding his beautiful wife. How he missed her soft lips on his and her sweet whispers that only he could hear.

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Alliance Commander? Malavai straightens his uniform and adjusts his ribbons and cords on his chest to perfection. He was uncharacteristically nervous to see her and wanted Wrath to notice that he was still operating at peak efficiency, even without being by her side.

“You’re looking more potent than ever, my lord,” he says, taking in the features of his beautiful Wrath. His heart beats rapidly in his chest and he could barely contain his excitement. Malavai wanted nothing more than to take his wife, Wrath, into his arms and kiss her lovingly; to feel their passion ignite with a single touch.

“Malavai? Is that you?” asks Wrath in disbelief. Her voice cracks slightly as his name rolls off her tongue. It was such a wonderful and familiar feeling that she was overwhelmed with emotion.

“In the flesh,” replies Malavai with a slight nod. He could tell that she was surprised to see him but couldn’t help the small smile that appears on his lips as he notices the loving glance she was giving him; especially in the room filled with other persons besides themselves.

“Come here,” she says with a soft whisper. “I thought I’d never see you again,” says Wrath. The insatiable urges and sweetest temptations were flooding her mind with the most wonderful images that she was certain he was thinking of as well.

“The feeling is mutual, my lord, but perhaps we can save the displays of affection for a more private setting?” he asks in an even tone. He couldn’t mask the small growl that escapes his lips or the way he glances at her so intensely, after being apart for so long.

“Or. you know, forever,” says Theron, interrupting their loving moment. If that man wasn’t Wrath’s advisor, she would’ve slapped the cybernetics out of that man in one hit. His eyes rolled at Wrath and Malavai’s display of affection while chaos and impending doom was in the near distance.

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“My lord,” says Major Pierce, announcing his presence. He nods in respect to Wrath and glances briefly at Malavai. “Cut Major Protocol some slack, eh, my lord? Man has been through a lot.” He pats Malavai's shoulder and crosses his arms, ignoring the questioning and icy glares coming from Wrath’s loving husband.

“Excuse me, my lord,” says Malavai.

“Malavai, what do you think you’re doing here?” asks his Wrath in a weary tone. The war on Iokath had taken it’s toll and she was at the peak of exhaustion. Seeing her husband, who betrayed her yet again, broke her fragile heart and left her feeling numb. The rage she used to fuel her battles were gone after her Malavai left the conference call without a trace. A gesture that Empress Acina planned, no doubt. But the sting felt all the same once the smoke cleared. 

“I’m finished with the Empire. As of five minutes ago, I’m an official prisoner of your Eternal Alliance,” he says in a defeated tone. Looking down, her husband averts his attention, feeling shame so immense that he could no longer look her in her beautiful eyes. Malavai was scared of how much hurt he would see reflected in her once loving orbs that, a long time ago, forgave him for his past indiscretion. An act that to this day, he was eternally grateful for but could not live up to, as he stands here, silently begging for an audience with his beloved Wrath for one final request.

“We’ll give you two a moment alone,” says Lana, motioning for Theron, Malcolm, and Pierce to follow. Wrath and Malavai glance absentmindedly at their companion’s departure and face each other, emotions overflowing and hearts beating rapidly.

“It’s been a long time,” she says, slowly walking toward him. There was nothing else that mattered to Wrath; nothing more than the man she loves, standing before her with equal passion and longing in his eyes.

“Too long. After you disappeared, I spent months on the hunt,” says Malavai. He looks away and pauses a moment before continuing. “Minister Lorman even heard about my crusade and ordered me to call off the search. He wanted the Emperor’s Wrath to “stay missing.”” The way Malavai said Lorman’s name; laced with venom, made her all the more grateful that that man met his demise. She can still recall his screams when Lorman took his final breath and the last light of his eyes disappeared; what a pleasant sight for a miserable being as he. “Naturally, I refused… and found myself in Imperial prison-” the moment this statement left Malavai’s lips, he felt the room grow chilled and peeks at his Wrath in surprise. Her rage was emitting in dangerous waves and he had to admit that this was… lovingly nostalgic for him. “I was locked away for years until Empress Acina pardoned me shortly before you retired the poor Minister,” he finishes, looking Wrath in the eyes.

“And now you’ve traded one prison for another,” says Wrath, her tone; questioning and laced with hurt. 

Unable to face her, he says “Before you lock me up, I needed to say... I still have feelings for you.“ Wrath’s eyes widen at his confession. Malavai was not a man to make rash decisions; she was fully aware of this. Betraying the Empire has unimaginable consequences but perhaps, she thinks, that betraying his love a second time is a fate worse than death... Especially if she...

“If our relationship means anything to you, please, pardon my crimes.” he says, turning to his beautiful Wrath and voicing his deepest fears to her. There was so much hope in him that wanted to believe Wrath still loved him, after all these years apart. Now, on Iokath, it was now or never. “Spare me from prison,” he whispers softly, taking her hands gently into his. Malavai remembers their sweetest nights of passion and the most loving of touches that they used to share as he stands there, completely at his beautiful Wrath’s mercy.

“Of course, Malavai,” says Wrath with a soft tone and a beautiful smile he loved so much, cupping her husband’s face into her strong yet delicate hands. “I could never imprison the man I love, especially not my hubby, isn’t that right, dear? I love you, Malavai. I always have, and always will.” She stares into his eyes lovingly and he knew that in that instant, his fears vanished. Malavai is caught off guard and his expressions match his surprise. Wrath was always unpredictable in his eyes and this time was no different.

“T-That’s music to my ears. I love you too, my lord,” he says with a smile. Malavai takes his beautiful Wrath into his arms and kisses her lips softly, savoring their sweetest moment. She was just as wonderful as before and he was truly grateful with their mutual feelings toward each other. Reluctantly, he pulls away, but not before smirking as a deep blush appears on his wife, Wrath’s cheeks. “If you need my services again, just say the word,” he whispers lovingly, so that only Wrath could hear. 

“I will always need you, hubby,” says Wrath in a warm and playful tone. She admires her husband’s equally blushing face and smiles softly. The feeling of his arms wrapped around her waist in their sweet embrace reignited the luscious passions Wrath once felt for Malavai and now, it was stronger than ever.

“I know you two have a lot of history, but he could be our traitor,” says Theron in an uneasy tone, breaking Wrath and Malavai’s reunion to a minor halt. He glances between his commander, Wrath and Malavai Quinn. Theron shares the same vibe with Lana and inhales deeply. “Look, there’s no easy way to say this but we need to know, Commander.”

“The question is: do you trust ... Major Quinn?” says Lana, sharing an apologetic glance with Malavai who returns her gesture with a small and barely noticeable nod. “Consider his... past and companionship with you-”

“Yes,” replies Wrath, interrupting Lana’s train of thought. Malavai relaxes at her reply but stands at attention, curious as to how his beautiful Wrath will explain their situation to her... peers. “Malavai is more than a uniform. He’s a man, my husband, and a good one at that. I trust him with my life. Malavai and I have endured a great deal together. I assure you,” she declares. There was no tremble in her tone nor any room for their further doubts. Lana nods in comprehension while Theron eyes Malavai suspiciously but decides to sigh deeply and shrug it off. 

With a final glance at Lana and Theron, Wrath takes her beloved’s hand into hers and walks away, knowing that after all these years of separation, she was still his beloved Wrath and he was her loving Malavai Quinn.

[addytheheartbreaker]

My opinion to all the characters of the Masked Singer (season 1 to 2)

I'll list down my favorite characters at the final bottom with my greatest confession.

Season 1 characters:

•Hippo- he has swagger and reminds me of my oc Ishmael who is into hiphop and loves hiphop aesthetic.

•Pineapple- don't have an opinion of him but he is funny though.

•Deer- his design is so cool. Loved the steampunk and general aesthetic there, he is also one of my inspirations on making Dog (Nicol) since I am a fan of general uniforms.

•Poodle- she is the reason I first got interested on watching the Masked Singer in the first place! I loved this characters because of the pink (my favorite color), the sassy attitude and just ugh so fashionable! I loved it, she even sings "Heartbreaker" that I deeply loving her performance. Great job Margaret Cho, it very funny to trick Ken of not knowing his own sister.

•Unicorn- she is so pretty. I've been seeing unicorns everywhere in my life today and now. She is so pretty and white, I have a soft spot of her singing "Oops I did it again" and "Fight" song because of her sweet voice.

•Raven- she reminds me of my oc Ishiru. Dark, sympathetic, gothic and mourning of someone's death especially her beloved. I feel you girl.

•Alien- Alien is cool, I can see why everyone is complaining/reminded of Zim from Zim invaders (I also remember watching it in my childhood). I can't stop dancing and modelling myself while listening to "Ex's and Ohs". I didn't know Michael Jackson had a sister, I didn't know much to his family since I was so young before his death. Great knowing you La Toya Jackson.

•Lion- I am not a fan of gold though but dang she sings so strong and the tone is just over the top. I loved listening to "A little party never kill nobody" and "California Dreamin". Nice knowing you Rumor Willis.

•Peacock- this man is a living fabulous, prideful, eccentric bird I ever seen. I loved his performance, he is also funny and his voice is like an old famous singer I ever heard of. Loved the characters that Donny did and the signature moves though. Congrats to Donny for beings second place.

•Bee- I am not much of a Bee fan but I am in loved with her performance "Wrecking Ball". I can't stop listening to that song because of the high notes, strong voice and my own heart and soul suddenly clutching for this empress. Oh hail to Gladys Knight!

•Monster- aww Monster my second favorite character! I really loved you and I almost loved all of his performance (the one song I don't like is "I love Rock and Roll"). I am so glad T-Pain won the game to avenge my Rabbit since he is my second favorite. All hail to the Monster, T-Pain. (P.S: I didn't know he are the one who sing the song from my past, I guess I did know you on my childhood T-Pain).

•Rabbit- the last one is the Rabbit. My favorite character and the only favorite celebrity for the first time of my entire life! I loved so much about the Rabbit, I fell in love with madness, his edgy and lovable character, his neck twitch to show of his craziness, his design and straightjacket, his voice and performance, EVERYTHING! I am so glad to watch him performed but it broke my heart when he is eliminated on 4th place, I was devastated so much I would never ever rewatch his elimination ever. The Rabbit leading me to my forgotten childhood favorite boyband NSYNC. Joey Fatone, you are my first ever celebrity in my heart and will forever be the Rabbit I dearly cherish for my life. Stan for the Rabbit!

My top 3 favorite characters is: the Rabbit, the Monster and the Poodle.

Season 2 Characters:

•Panda- I don't have any opinions of her though.

•Skeleton- Skeleton is just so very elegant and funny. Loved his design, it gives me the vibes of Itward from the game Fran Bow. His performance is good yet I did not expect him to get eliminated in episode 4.

•Flamingo- Flamingo is pretty in pink. Welp, the idea of Peacock's sister idea is dead now. But she is fabulous in anyway.

•Ladybug- she is pretty too, she is also emotional and I am touch.

•Eagle- I don't know much of Eagle and when I get to know his he got the swag and stuff. (I ship you and Penguin so much)

•Tree- she looks weird though. A Christmas tree? It so early here on Philippines though (only started preparing Christmas on September before reaching December). When I heard her voice, I know that voice before somewhere and that person is also wearing a Christmas costume I swear!

•Rottweiler- huh another dog for this season like Poodle. I don't have an opinion of him though, I'm not really interested.

•Flower- she looks wow to look at. She is a big gal here. Like her performance and I have a feeling this is Bee's (or Glady's) friend somewhere since the voice is like a goddess. Also, I ship Flower with Nick because they both holding hands. I was like X.X oof I'm dead by love, I ship them so hard.

•Butterfly- Butterfly is just cool and alright to me, I am blown away with her performance of "Bang bang". That's all I could thought of.

•Fox- dude... I have mixed feelings to his gentleman here. The Fox has the sexy cool voice, the swag and the steampunk theme like Deer had but I don't think so. I'm not really interested on him unless he changed my mind by getting to know him every episode so I could concluded my theory. (His dancer and his performance reminds me of me with Nicol on stage. Me as a dancer to Dog's performance, what the fudge O_O)

•Black Widow- dang the twirking and the voice is just give me the face like this O.O . she looks edgy and cool, I don't know whether she will survived through episodes.

•Penguin- aww a cute Penguin~ pretty small though and goofy as well. I also want her and the Eagle together like seriously! OwO who is with me to the ship train of Eagle x Penguin?

•Leopard- oof!!! Right in the dokoro and I went doki doki to this spontaneous leopard ❤! I I can't stop listening to his performance "Somebody to love" and when I first listened, I am in the middle of confusion and shock then went to fell in loved to this character. All hail the queen (or king?), I have a soft spot to who ever he is.

•Thingamajig- Oof! I've been hit! My man is a living angel from heaven. I loved him so much omg. His voice, his character and I sympathies his clue about his darkest moment when he went to rehab. Protect this baby! I couldn't help but thought of Thingamajig is the cousin of Monster. Who ever he is, I'm going to do a headcanon for both Monster and Thingamajig's relationship as cousins from heaven.

•Egg- I never get tired of this flamboyant, sassy and fabulous egg. I loved him so much omg I can't with his sassy and flamboyant attitude. I have a soft spot of guys with flamboyant glamour and stylish taste of fashion. Johnny Weir, you are my god to worship of your egg boi. Too bad he is no longer on the Masked Singer :(

•Ice Cream- he is such a lovable and adorable dude! I loved sweet, I'm a sweet tooth of course. But my man, he is just so sweet and friendly to watch him. Loved the performance "Old town road" you aren't well trainer enough, but I was blown away to reveal Ninja in this. I didn't know youtubers can be also be called celebrities. I just thought youtubers are just people who wanted to expressed themselves for entertainment normally but I wanna thank my friend to explained me that youtubers can be celebrities too. Nice work Ninja!

My top 3... No top 4 favorite characters for season 2 is: the Egg, the Ice Cream, Thingamajig and Leopard.

[witchy-writes-smut]

Damn, no one has written dark Empress Allura and her favorite slave/pet/bedwarmer, Keith. Its a miss opportunity.

I prefer Keith being Allura’s knight/consort in empress Allura aus, but I really like the idea of him keeping her bed warm, so in honor of kallura smut month, here’s a drabble.

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The empress sighs as she finishes undoing her intricate braid, gently combing her fingers through her hair and letting it cascade down her back. With that taken care of, she proceeds to take off her crown and set it down on the dressing table.

Allura traces her fingers over the blue crystal that decorates the circlet. It brought both happy and sad memories; reminding her of her mother and father and how much she loved them, but also reminding her that Zarkon had cruelly taken them away from her.

Despite that, she would forever cherish it and couldn’t bring herself to ever replace or dispose of it.

A yawn snaps her out of her thoughts and she looks over her shoulder to see a body stirring in her bed. Keith, her beloved consort and knight, peeks out from under the blankets. “Come to bed.” He says, unable to stifle another yawn.

Allura smiles, her heart melting at how adorable Keith looks with his tousled black hair. “I will, my love.”

With one last glance at the crown, she gets up from her chair and walks to the bed. She undoes the sash of her satin robe, sliding the piece of clothing off her body and letting it fall to the floor. Keith admires the sight of her naked body with his sleepy eyes.

He pulls up the blankets and pats the spot next to him on the mattress. Like her, he sleeps without any clothes on and Allura couldn’t resist a look at his cock that rested against his thigh.

Once she lays down next to him, he wraps an arm around her, the palm of his hand so warm against her skin, and pulls her closer to him, their naked bodies pressed flush one against the other. He pulls the blankets up and covers them both with it. It almost feels like they are hiding from the rest of the universe in their own little world under the warm sheets and covers.

Allura’s holds him in her arms, her hands feeling the scars that decorate his skin. Scars that he got from all the battles he fought for her and her cause.

Keith kisses the top of her head and Allura closes her eyes, sighing contentedly.

Having found a love like this makes Allura believe that the universe can be kind after all.