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nadiajustbe · 3 days ago

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OH YES. Sometimes while reading comments at Tiktok I can't help but question WHERE did these movie fans got that "book information" they're talking so confidently about. Because this looks like someone got this quote from someone who read the book ten years ago when they were five as bedtime story and haven't reread at since and then that someone told that to someone and THAT someone posted this info under random movie-related video as a "fan fact" and from there the rumour spred. Because some of them are absolutely random and have little to no connection from what happened in the book or lacking all possible context.

(the only one I have sinned with is that I sometimes joke about Howl invading taxes but more as a funny headcanon that anything else cause the book didn't even mentioned taxes once. That would be no less funny If he had to pay taxes for all four houses he uses for portals — especially knowing one of them in an drastically different currency which he literally cannot earn because HE DOESN'T HAVE ANY ACTUAL INCOME IN WALES. Absolutely hilarious)

Other popular miscomprehensions I saw people talking about:

1. Howl being instead of "soldiers" in the movie.

This one is lacking context so badly: yes, they wanted to make him a better person to the point they completely erased his actual first appearance, making him look like a hero instead of random slightly strange man and yes they were afraid to show him in any negative situation, and yes it gives me a laugh everytime I watch the movie but Howl wasn't even NEARLY as creepy as the soldiers. Quite contrary: it was a pretty normal thing for man at a time in May Day to go and court girls at the main square, wich is underlined at the text previously. The second he heard that Sophie is not interested and she's just going to see her sister he let her do so. He wasn't pushing, nor he was trying to insult her. Quoting:

"Then by all means do so," [he laughed] "Who am I to keep a pretty lady from her sister?"

And when she said now to his sincere and kind offer of accompanying her on the way Lettie, he didn't object either.

This doesn't make this moment less awkward for Sophie sure and that's also — shocking — not trying to show Howl as hero of any sort (calling her "a little mouse" was not the best choice of words), but it didn't intend to show Howl as a full-blown weirdo either. What it does it is simply plays with our expectations of the mc meeting her love interest and sets up Howl as a flawed character. Flawed, yet not absolutely villainous.

2. Howl was cheating on Sophie while they were together

That claim is fully impossible. First of all, they got together on about three very last pages on the book. You cannot cheat on someone you weren't even dating. Yes, he was seeing other woman, but he was doing that way before Sophie came. That waa never shown as a good or positive trait of his — If you're gonna use Howell Jenkins as a role model in any possible situation, then maybe you didn't get his character quite as much.

And, ironically enough, after Sophie came almost all of his courting was from investigation purposes only — whether it was his courting of Lettie with ended up forming around getting information about Sophie or his courting of miss. Angorian who ended up being a literal fire demon and Howl clearly suspected it from the early on.

When he actually marries to Sophie in the next two books he shown no intention to cheat on her whatsoever and stays loyal. Hell, they ever had a kid after whom — even in his own ways — Howl looks after. Never ever in any line in CiTA or HoMW there's a single word or rumour about Howl seeing other women while being married to Sophie. And If you think he'd do so just because he was a courting mess in the first book, then you're the one making random illogical conclusions.

Yes, Howl is a mess, a dork, an idiot and a loser, who was a womaniser for the biggest part of his life, but If there's one single thing that actually changed about him from start to end of HMC is that fell in love with Sophie Hatter very, very hard.

3. Sophie hating Howl (or otherwise Sophie and Howl being 10000% toxic and abusing one another)

This deserve a full another post, but to make story short both of their characters simply wouldn't allow them to being nearly as horrible as TikTok HMC book experts say. Sophie argues with Howl not because he is the most horrible man alive (although he IS giving her trouble and she's completely great with it. She agrees to marry this man fair and square), but because she's argumentative and bossy and angry by her nature. That's her character. That's who she is. There's hardly a single character in this book she didn't argue or at least tried to argue with. Her whole arc is about accepting herself for what she feels and who she is and learning to express these emotions without fear. Howl knows this and Howl knows her. He lets her argue because he loves Sophie for who she is — and she is an argumentative, stubborn woman. And there's nothing bad about being stubborn, nor argumentative.

And If you want Sophie to broke up with Howl because he "makes her argue more" you simply want to set her back to that scared, deeply saddened and exploited person she was at the start.

And finally — HMC is NOT your quide to romance. It's not "100 right ways your relationship should look If you want to be happy". They're meant to show love as it is. And love is flawed, love is crazy, love is a place where anyone can find a person for themselves no matter who they are. They don't have to show love the way you show it or the way you want. If you look at them bickering all the time and looking at magic explosions going around and go "that's not what I'd want in MY relationship" you're good! You're valid! I probably wouldn't be able to be in this kind relationship myself. But I'm not Sophie. Not Howl. If you want too look up how perfect healthy relationships should look, go search literature on that topic. It's doesn't mean they're inheretly toxic.

HMC shows love and it does it great — If it's not your type of love love, simply don't view it as a guide for you. HMC is not written for 5-year olds, it's written for ages nine and up and sometimes even considered as a YA — in Ukraine this book is given to us by the school curriculum no later than we reach 13, so no, it's not gonna teach children toxic relationships. Simply because it's not actually toxic.

But I said if he and Calcifer were staying, then so was I, and couldn’t he put a spell on me that would simply make the djinn not notice I was there? And we argued about that—”

Lettie chuckled. “Now, why doesn’t that surprise me?” she said.

Sophie’s face became somewhat pink,

This quote brings it somewhat perfectly. Here she's talking about arguing with Howl and when Lettie notes that the woman is BLUSHING.

Sophie and Howl were living—somewhat quarrelsomely, it must be confessed, although they were said to be happiest that way—in the moving castle again.

And If it doesn't reassure you, here's another quote. If someone says there's toxic again I'll start damaging something.

I'll finish it here for today but I swear there's so much more one post wouldn't be enough. People who say the won't/scared to read books because of this hurt my soul

If I see one more person saying that the castle moves in the book because Howl is evading taxes I'm gonna force every Ghibli fan to READ THE BOOK. Or at the very least not post about it online.

For all we know Howl pays MORE taxes as a result of having multiple residences and living in TWO UNIVERSES.

This also applies to people who say Diana Wynne Jones was Welsh, or the striking amount of people with the false recollection that she came up with the claim that the movie is how Howl tells it, and the book is how Sophie tells it.

These people spread rumours better than Michael in Market Chipping.

#hmc book #hmc movie #howl's moving castle book #howell jenkins #howl pendragon #sophie hatter #howl's moving castle #hmc #analysis

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slugtranslation-hypmic · 3 years ago

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Opinions on the new fits for the characters? (Cus oh boy we got some… interesting outfits this time)

Oh baby you know I have opinions in spades

Ichirou - Maybe I'm just desensitized to bad outfits at this point, but I don't hate the Buster Bros clothing with every fiber of my being. If it wasn't for the hole in his pants and his awful golden collar, I'd wear this. If he pulls the hood up, he's doing an Among Us cosplay, but that's something we just all have to live with.

Jirou - At this point, I've seen probably several hundred Japanese men on Twitter wearing Jirou's exact outfit, so I don't feel like I have room to complain. He's prepared in case a sudden game of Capture the Flag breaks out.

Saburou - It could be worse. The way they're styling his hair is pretty cute, gets that nice innocent kid look. (This is, of course, a trap. Saburou can roast harder than anyone.) I feel like Ichirou bought him this outfit, as I can't picture Saburou with this much style sense on his own.

Samatoki - It's shocking, but Samatoki actually looks good and not like a fucking dork for once. I'm impressed.

Juuto - The impression I get of this man is that he's a father of three children between the ages of 2 and 7 (Samatoki, Riou, and Nemu, probably) who takes them all hiking even though they complain that their feet get sore, and he has no less than 4 bicycles hanging upside down in some room of his house. He shops at Whole Foods to buy shit like asparagus water, and worst of all, he actually drinks it. He gets his wife scented candles from independent sellers off of Etsy for their anniversary. There is a homemade kombucha setup in their kitchen and that, along with the artisan beer he buys from local breweries that all feature 2 dogs and more bikes hanging from the ceiling, makes up a sizable portion of his daily calorie intake. His biggest political concerns all revolve around the legalization of weed, and he's almost certainly a software developer.

Riou - He's repurposing a military grade parachute, and good for him. When I was talking to MC Mad Lion about this, she says it's his work from home uniform. I'm not exactly sure how a soldier can work from home, so this is probably the outfit he uses to go play Call of Duty with Saburou. I'm getting unspeakable "older teenage white boy from the PS2 era" vibes from this man.

Ramuda - I'm angry because this is close enough to the things I wear that I want to wear this. Yeah, I know I said I'd wear the parrot outfit, but that was more out of a sense of defeat and feeling like I had to compromise with Hypmic on something. But I'd actually wear this. I legit want that shirt and am angry that it doesn't exist. The flaps in the shorts are stupid af but that shirt? Balling. Love that arrow thing.

Gentarou - Man's doing a Howl from Howl's Moving Castle cosplay, and good for him. I think he's had enough of Hypmic and is trying to audition for MahoYaku or something. Best of luck, my man.

Dice - I'm fairly certain Ramuda bought this for him from the same store Samatoki shops at. It's pretty decent, if you're into obnoxious prints. I feel like he, Samatoki, and Hifumi are about to go on vacation together. (New ARB event when?)

Jakurai - In my constant search for the comfiest fit possible, I would have been into this if it wasn't for the collar. But this implies he's still wearing a nice, formal outfit underneath the tunic thing. Maybe this is simply a commentary on Jakurai's inherent reservation but either way, I don't like it. What is the POINT if you are not drowning in soft fabric? Smfh.

Hifumi - I feel like if I saw this in real life, I would instantly assume the wearer was a douchebag, gay, or both, but since this is Hifumi, who is in the company of some really awful outfits and also gay by default, I don't think I mind it.

Doppo - So you know how when you take all the clothes off a cloth doll that its torso and crotch are covered by this sorta nondescript pink cloth instead of any kind of body parts? That's what Doppo reminds me of. They declothed Dollpo and then stuck normal shirt sleeves on him. He's got that same shit going as Jakurai but even worse. I am begging KR to stop.

Sasara - He's a lesbian.

Roshou - Okay, I can dig this one. Again, I feel like it's because there's so much else going on to the immediate left, but it's simple and fairly elegant. This is his Grindr profile picture when he made an account after Dotsuitare Hompo broke up for the first time. In his bio, he put, "DON'T break the ice with a joke. No funny business allowed."

Rei - He looks like he owns a carnival game that is 100% rigged and is secretly involved in some evil plot in a children's chapter book, so this outfit is really in character for him.

Kuukou - Okay, I do like all the BAT clothes. I wouldn't wear them, but they're dope. This is a fairly feminine outfit, but Kuukou's rocking it. Good for you, you crazy bitch!

Juushi - Likewise with Kuukou's, this is pretty feminine, but that actually suits Juushi well. Again, this all looks nice. There's nothing wrong with it for once. I think I like this more than his default clothes.

Hitoya - Besides looking disturbingly like a cross between a butch lesbian and an 80-year-old spinster from the 1950s, this all looks good. I think he borrowed Roshou's glasses, but that's chill too, as home boy doesn't need them to see anyway. I definitely like this more than his default clothes.

#not a translation #asks #hypmic asks

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ironicbalderdash · 3 years ago

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Lol sorry, gonna be high key cringe real quick.

Twisted Wonderland Character with Yuu Takahashi (OC, MC): Relationship Dynamic HC

Malleus, Yuu invites him to everything. Constant plus 1. He loves it, knows she's not afraid of him at all, and gets to go to things with her. They're like cousins in a way? Like, they have a lot of fun together, but don't see each other as much.

Silver, supportive but very sleepy. Claps every time after Yuu finishes singing a song, but also takes a full body nap if she even remotely sings a ballad.

Sebek, two passionate dorks speak together and hear the other one out. Yuu listens to Sebek about his dedication to Malleus, Yuu gushes about the school's architecture and how she could possibly recreate it for the Ramshackle Dorm.

Lilia, pranksters the both of them. Openly references and sends memes to each other. Will say "owo" unprompted to each other unironically when passing by in the hallway.

Leona, older brother/younger sibling, they're too mean to each other and fight a lot but ultimately have the others back. Sometimes flirt, completely meaningless since it eventually becomes an insult.

Ruggie, "god, rich people-". Solidarity since both are poor, and have been taking care of others basically all their lives. Trades stories: Ruggie talks about his siblings, Yuu talks about her orphanage family.

Jack, scary guard dog privileges, protective friend, big cuddler. Very much a hugger when comfortable with you. Yuu sometimes asks for "uppies" and he does, in fact, carry her like a toddler. It's an elaborate joke, since she's 5'10 and he's probably one of three people who could actually carry her like that without letting her feet touch the floor.

Riddle, cat friend, initiates interactions. Always awkward at the beginning of conversations that eventually become pleasant. Touch starved, will randomly ask for a hand hold. Yuu gives Riddle headpats sometimes, and even though he says he hates it, she can basically hear him purr.

Ace, instigator friendship. Hype each other up to do dumb shit. Says "that's gay" whenever Yuu gives him friendly affection.

Deuce, dumb and dumber friendship. When together, things get stupid. Like him getting stuck on a math problem and Yuu trying to explain it, but she has to increasingly dumb it down to the point that it sounds like a car alarm and Deuce is all like "OH! I GET IT!!" No one understands what they mean, ever.

Trey, older brother/younger sibling relationship. But like, he's actually nice and sometimes lectures Yuu. She takes it only because she knows she did something wrong.

Cater, complete extrovert friend. Will advocate for Yuu to be invited to parties, always has video or photo evidence (for memories and blackmail), and helps Yuu with social media. Part of "beauty nights" with Rook, Yuu, and Vil.

Floyd, puppy friend. Always wants to play, rarely tired, wants to hang out all the time. Yuu indulges him, of course, he has a puppy dog look he does that makes her crack instantly. He knows that and DOES take advantage of it. When she says "no" he gets a little sad but he knows that there's a reason why and not because she hates him or anything.

Jade, secondary instigator friend. Will hype you up AND help you out. Just to see where it goes. Also, casually flirts, but in a "I like to fluster people for fun" kind of way. Yuu just flirts back, everyone kinda gags at them, they do it for fun and fun only.

Azul, cat friend with anxiety. The friend you need to reassure is your friend sometimes. Very sensitive, emotionally literate for everyone but himself. Asks for skin contact when alone or with other friends. Usually hand holding, sometimes a hug.

Epel, complicated. Yuu thinks he's very cute and him wanting to be really cool doubly makes him cuter, Epel wants to be like the suave guy that can sweep her off her feet. Like he's genuinely crushing on her, Yuu has no idea and basically indulges him as if he's a little brother. He can tell, which doubles his efforts, but sometimes he just takes advantage of it and gets like, hugs and headpats and sleeping on her lap and stuff.

Rook, hot goss epicenter. Rook knows all the hot tea, Yuu drinks it. Sure, he's like, super weird and some of the info is coming from a place of stalker tendencies, but a hunter needs a confidant. And who would think someone as helpful and sweet as Yuu would know your dark side?? Ofc Yuu also fact checks the tea, or adds more details that Rook can't get because he's… Rook.

Vil, fashion mentor. Sees Yuu as a "work in progress" and openly gives her things to make her try to look better. Focuses on skin care since that's like the base of a good face, and does always initiate "beauty nights". Yuu appreciates his efforts and always tries to go through with what he recommends. It doesn't always end up being a routine thing.

Kalim, younger sibling/older sibling. HUGS!! Yuu is always being hugged by Kalim, like he will run and hug her when he sees her. A couple of times has insisted on Yuu sitting on Kalim's lap, but has declined every time. Especially because Jamil did NOT look happy about it.

Jamil, they are mortal frenemies. Yuu and Jamil go back and forth back and forth on how Kalim is treating her. He insists that she should stop him from being so clingy, and she insists that he should back off and let Kalim do what he wants. Like they argue about boundaries all the time, but she will always ask him to help her when she needs to take a break from the constant bubbly cute energy. Like they kind of trade Kalim around like a Pokemon card.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst yuu #twst oc #twst writing #twst hcs

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marshmallowprotection · 4 years ago

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Saeran’s Passport Package

I’ve been waiting since the 19th to get my hands on this baby and I’m glad that it got here today. It took me a little bit to sit down and go through everything cause I wanted to cry about it the entire time.

Spoilers Ahead, everyone. So, if you’re not interested in seeing what’s in the Passport set AFTER the events of Saeran’s After Ending, then do not click Read More, got it? I’ve made it clear to you. I will say that it’s worth the money if you’re debating buying it.

So, we can go over the contents in the box, first as an overview. You receive a letter stamped with a cute sticker as well as the passport itself which holds the notes that Saeran’s been taking and drawing since this all started. I just think that’s cute. My brain said don’t open that passport until we review the letter first so, why don’t we go over the letter first? The little details are really cute. There’s just so many stamps on this baby.

The little touches are what sell it. You’ve got this man putting his love all over it and there’s a CUTE NOTE of CATS. Sir, was that a touch to Saeyoung? I know you know that your brother is a dork. Homage to brother who is an idiot but too glaringly obvious. It got a chuckle out of me. I know this man, and it’s just getting to me.

The passport itself is also really cute. It has the art from the promo banner but instead of everyone hustling around together, there’s new poses and all of that jazz. Jaehee isn’t rushing around. Zen’s got a selfie stick, no surprise on that front. Jumin just chilling. Seven and Yoosung... doing what they do best and you know it. RUN, YOOSUNG, RUN.

Saeran and MC... being cute on the inside made me go, “Aw!” Ice cream. They can really just put ice cream and it’s going to make me cry, huh? Really? Is that how easy this is? Am I a joke to you, Cheritz? Is that what this is?

Now, if you want to talk about the contents in the letter, you get this sheet that is listed in three languages, surprised me, Korean, Spanish, and English, and it lets you tick off little things that you like to do. An itinerary sheet. I feel like this is purely Jumin crafting these. It asks about Cats. Literally. Cats. Wine? Yeah, this is on Jumin. You always come in flex, Jumin, but oh boy, I’m chuckling over here at these little touches.

You get 2 boarding passes. One with Saeran’s name and one with a blank to fill in your name. I thought that was cute. Tying in that with the CG of the passes in the game with this just makes it more real to me. I’m holding this in my hands and it just makes my immersion feel much more real than it did when I was holding my phone in my hand and playing this out.

I think merch like this just makes you feel more apart of the story then you do when you’re able to talk and chat, you know? If you really like feeling like you are involved with the game, this is how you do it. You wanna know how I know that Jumin is the one setting this up with Saeran? Flip over the fucking passport and you realize that Elizabeth is on the back.

I’m still laughing.

I’m trying to imagine this and now, like, I’m starting to see why Jaehee is so damn tired because Elizabeth really is on everything that he can get his hands on and she’s good too many files to sort through when it comes to whatever the photographers take of her. Jumin can’t take photos. He’s either got Jihyun to do this for him at some point, or he’s straight up hiring photographers for her cause he can’t do it.

I mean, we all know that Jumin will put Elizabeth everywhere but I just— It’s on the BOARDING PASSES? JUMIN!

There’s also a postcard within the letter that is once more, written in all three aforementioned languages. Saeran says that it feels like a dream when he is with you, like this is where he’s always meant to be. His promise of happiness is made truest when he’s with you. I teared up a little. I know that he means well when he does that but damn, does it take an arrow to the heart every single time he does it.

Saeran put a lot of thought into this in a very short amount of time. I know that he did this plan likely with the idea that he may not be able to go with us but he wanted us to be able to see the world for him. You know, how he implied that he wanted Saeyoung to see things for him? To live for him? Even if he was dead, he wanted Saeyoung and the player to be happy and free.

The blurred state on those... doesn’t have names. It doesn’t name Saeran in this photo.

The implication of his sacrifice with the boarding passes kind of hurts because this is a side note of the fact that Saeran Did Not Know If He Would Live To See This Through. He made it thinking maybe.. if things worked out, it would be an okay future, but this was... God. I just. I’m thinking about the weight of the AE and what that felt like. I almost glossed over the Boarding Pass because I was just so upset with him.

I’m the type to try to sacrifice myself for others, too. I have that in common with Saeyoung and Saeran.

I think that we’d argue over who should die for the others and while that’s macabre, it’s just the kind of people that we are. We love these people so much that we’re willing to die if they’re safe and sound. Knowing that, I understand what Saeran tried, and even what Saeyoung tries, but it’s hard cause I want to make sure they’re happy in comparison to myself.

This is where being selfless is a bad thing.

Does anyone know what a big deal it is for Saeran to have a passport? He’s never had an ID or paperwork in his entire life. If he did, he would’ve been killed, so would his brother. They’re both never had IDs. Unless you count the ones from the Agency and Mint Eye. They’ve got them in the Believer box with their names and faces, but that’s not official. That’s not paperwork that everyone else has. That’s just...

You know?

Seeing this tangible thing in my hands is a testament to Saeran Choi being alive and thriving. He’s not afraid of showing his face. He’s living. He’s a free man and nobody can kill him for existing. Does that not weigh on anyone here? It hit me and I wanted to cry. I might break down thinking about this later because I just take this too seriously. Look at him. Look at HIM. Okay? Did you look? Now, LOOK AGAIN.

Okay, I’m not going to share every single page inside of the passport but I will give you little snippets of the journey ahead and show you what he writes and draws. Yes, he’s drawing. I knew that he was talented because he is great at doodling and drawing, but he knows how to have such a cute style that I want to gush about and he probably has no clue about how cute it is because nobody’s ever told him!

Okay, so the trip is broken up over a few months and into segments. You know how I was surprised by the 3 languages? Yes, this passport is written in three languages and it stays that way. It implies that Saeran knows English and Spanish, or at the very least, he’s been studying them, I get that it’s kind of a neat tie in to make sure that all languages are included but I only English and I can only read Spanish, I suck at conversational Spanish, so I could only read the English and Spanish sections.

So, if anyone wants to throw in what the Korean segments say, please do. I have a rough idea, but it’d be nice to know. The first segment of the trip is spent traveling over Korea. You see the things that he packed in the bag!

I almost had a heart attack because I thought the vitamins were Caffeine Pills. I was about to beat my Husband and make him go to bed. Thin ice, Saeran. Thin ice, the Special Believer package implied you take more then ten and I want you to go the fuck to sleep at night.

He packed his hanbok! Look! You remember? From the title screen event? The blue shirt is the one that he matches with MC in. There’s so much I’m screaming about it.

It shows you things that you do. Like, biking, karaoke, gardens... is there a locket bridge in Korea? You know? If you put them together on a bridge, it’s said that your love lasts forever. I forget where that came from but I guess there must be one in South Korea, too. Oh, and food. Can you believe that he can eat whatever he wants now? I’m sobbing.

Please.

HE’S IN HANBOK. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.

Okay, here’s the thing. I only have one gripe with the Passport Package and I’m going to say this again at the end, but I really wish that they had included big photos for this because the Passport itself it rather small and I wish that I could have bigger photos of this. It’s my only complaint. Literally, it’s the only thing I have to say about the box that will affect my rating. Look, we’re doing cheesy couple stuff!

HE’S DOING THE HEART THING WITH HIS HANDS.

A KISS.

KISS.

GUSHING.

DYING. HELP. ME.

God, I wish I wasn’t broke. I would commission someone to do this for my MC.

The second and third portion of the trip are spent in the U.S.A. and Mexico, I was so surprised by that! New York and Hawaii specifically are what they name and I was. Well, those are really far apart, huh. I mean, those are very popular spots. I’m not surprised. I’m chuckling because he’s got matching outfits.

Saeran Choi, you really want the embarrassing couple look, don’t you? Well, if it’s for you, I’d do it. Did... Saeyoung or Jumin set us up, are we fucking loaded? There’s mad bank here.

Saeran and MC basically are living per Jumin and Saeyoung, to be honest, because Saeran’s never had a job and MC is... your MC literally agrees to go and test a game in the woods, how good can our lives be? I’m broke, boy. I ain’t got nothing. So, I like to think that those two are offering to let Saeran be as happy and free as he wants. No expense. Like, kindness. The RFA is too damn much, I’m gonna cry. I’m starting to understand why the RFA didn’t hear from us for months.

The final Check-In with the RFA is set 6 Months after the events that take place when we save Saeran. The events of this Passport cover 3 months. So, we go back to Korea after this adventure and met up with Saeyoung, because we know that we’re hanging out with him in the conclusion. So, if they haven’t really heard from us, that means that we’ve been traveling more with him.

I kind of like that.

We’re spending time with Saeran alone and time with the brothers together, and that’s sweet! I love that. I need to write more about it.

I’m trying not to laugh about this Mexico portion but it looks like he passed out from an ice tea... lemonade...? It’s surely not alcohol. Maybe too much sugar, I know that crash can hurt. I’ve been there. I just know that you’re not implying the man with alcohol trauma is gonna drink. Nope. Neither he nor Saeyoung ever will do that. I stand by that statement and I’ll die by that statement. Bite me my tongue if I’m wrong, but I stand by that.

Saeran is at least mindful of the sun. He’s also made notes that the perfect time for sunset is 18:34. Cute. He notes that it’s time for the Day of the Dead as well, so that’s fun!

IS THAT A FUCKING V CACTUS—

TWO V CACTUS—

There’s actually a portion in here where he asks you certain questions and you have the space to fill in it. I like that it’s interactive.

Do you have favorites sweets? Are there things about yourself that you hide? Did you make sure to ask Santa what you wanted? I’m wheezing. The food doodles are one thing, and the Christmas photo is one thing, but he really drew himself as a butterfly and the MC as a bug catcher.

“CATCH ME, MC.”

Help me.

I’m laughing so hard.

Saeran, you fucking goofball.

And, the last page of the passport is us assumedly returning home with all kinds of trinkets and gifts. Flower crown, snow globe, cactus, hats, listen, there’s a lot of details in this photos that I really wish I could have it blown up.

That’s really my only complaint about the Passport Package. I really want to have bigger photos that are shared. I wouldn’t have minded if it was the photo of the final CG in the game, or the Christmas photo, I really would have enjoyed getting that to have for myself.

You know? The passport itself is roughly like 5 x 7 or so, so while it’s not big, it’s still like. I would love to see the details blown up. It’s smaller then the diary, that I know for sure. I think it’s the only thing stopping from giving Cheritz a 10/10 on this item.

I’m going to have to give them a 9.8/10 simply because it feels like we are lacking one big photo.

I guess I’ll print my favorite CGs and decorate my room like that. But, all and all, I really enjoyed reading this and it made it feel like I was there and I was able to reflect on Saeran’s vacation with the player. Like, he was doing this as we were going using his little doodles... I’m in love with this fucking sap. I’d say that this is worth the money.

For sure.

My only gripe aside. That’s a personal problem, not really a content problem. I love this bastard.

Look at him, he’s GOT A PLUSHIE. I have so many things that I want to write about now thanks to this. Saeran, darling, sweetie, my love, I am dying. Either way, I’m glad this arrived when it did. I needed this. I justified getting this for myself because I don’t expect to get anything for my birthday in early February but I’m happy I have him.

It’s been five years since I found this game in August 2016. I’m happy that it’s been here with me.

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bombyxluna · 4 years ago

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Omega Mammon X GN!Human MC

This is more of an intro to the series, which is why is a lil bit longer and more explanatory.

We’re here to break sub gender norms!

I don’t know how many parts this will have but I want it to be angsty.

No NSFW yet :P

CW: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Talks of heats/ruts/sub genders

The Devildom is, for a lack of a more fitting word, strange. Though, you suppose, being surrounded by demons should be.

There’s too much you don’t understand still. Three months have passed since you arrived - or were kidnapped? the jury is still out on this one - and it feels like an eternity of time and too little all the same.

Demons, as it turns out, have very different customs and rituals from humans. So do angels. You are in the least thankful for the classes, but every other student in them seems well versed in the basics, while you float about unsure of what’s happening. Hell, even Luke knows more than you, and he hates demons. Not to mention he’s a child. Double low blow.

The classes would be going a little bit better if you only had time to actually study for them. Though you do suspect that Diavolo doesn’t actually give a shit about grades and this entire school is a mockery to appease his peaceful plans, you're still stuck in what’s basically hell and having to go to what’s basically hell’s undergrad school. Great.

The least you can do is prod around for some demon knowledge. You know, just in case. Because things are getting weirder by the day, and sometimes it feels like it’s all an ongoing inside joke you’re not really a part of.

Also, because of them.

Living with demons wasn’t exactly unexpected, but living with the Seven Rulers of Hell - well, six of them, was.

Despite initial impressions, you’re quickly figuring out there’s more to each of them than the public eye could see. Something lurking below their perfectly crafted personas, that is reserved only for the ones in close proximity to them. Only for family.

You’re not family, but you’re definitely in close proximity.

It’s easy to tell how much they hide behind masks. Lucifer, as far as everyone else knows, it’s the always serious and stern big brother that will never crack a joke or play around. The entire foundation of that statement could be torn down with one single picture you had, of him playing with Cerberus.

Leviathan, despite actively trying to kill you over a book series since - no, you’re not over it - is more than the shut-off otaku who is otherwise known as the Admiral of the Devildom’s marine. He is also clumsy and shy, and he goes on tangents about what he likes, and he is friendly.

Satan, known as the hot-headed brother who has a tendency to overwork himself into humor changes and explosive arguments, is a reserved person, a cat lover, an erotica reader, and an absolute dork.

Beelzebub, though he whines about food a lot, is far more than just the hungry brother who also happens to be a jock. He’s a carebear, a very attentive listener, has great movie recommendations, and an amazing cook.

Asmodeus, who may look lust-driven and shallow to the onlooker, but is caring, a hopeless romantic, a good friend and brother, and even a little insecure.

And then there’s Mammon.

At first, you didn’t know what to think of him. He acted high and mighty, too strung up in his high horse to look at a human such as yourself. When Lucifer put him in what was basically the task to babysit you, it’s safe to say you were annoyed.

But then, you started to pick up on things. Small things. Unnoticeable to those who aren’t looking, but that become increasingly clearer once you realize them.

He’s clingy. With his brothers, with you, even with his credit card. Though he never lets himself linger, when he hugs you, it’s tight and crushing, like he needs to be as close to you as possible. When your arms brush together as you walk about, he blushes.

His brothers tease him. A lot. To the point, it’s painful to even to you sometimes. He laughs through it all, but you can see the drooping at the corners of his mouth, and how the giggles don’t reach his eyes.

And he’s scared. At least, that’s what it seems like to you. He puts up a front of being this big, angry, scary, and powerful demon such as his brothers, and though you certainly don’t doubt the powerful part, the angry and scary seem faulty.

It’s intriguing. One day he’ll be all over you and the next he’ll act like he barely knows you, avoiding your eyes and only answering in curt answers. Sometimes his PDA is off the charts - he’ll throw arms around you, stick close, pull you closer when you’re walking together - and others he acts as the smallest of touches burns him like it pains him to be so much as near you.

And there is that smell. It lingers on him but not on his brothers, like a perfume stronger than anything else. It doesn’t make any sense, though, because you’re pretty sure it’s not perfume. You’ve seen him spray himself before leaving in the mornings and it’s not the same smell. It’s something else, a light waft that emanates from him in waves, but no one else seems to pick up on.

He’s a puzzle that refuses to fall in place, and all you want to do is figure him out.

Solomon sits down in front of you with a loud gruff, dropping a small pile of stacked books on top of the wooden table in the library. The librarian shushes him when the sound echoes through the empty halls. Asmodeus hot on his trail, carrying nothing but a bag. He sits down as well, eyes all but sparkling.

“MC!” He sings. The librarian shushes him.

“Hi, Asmo,” you make space on the table, putting your bag on the chair next to you.

“Ready to cram years of demon biology in one afternoon?” Solomon asks. He smiles wickedly as if he thinks it’s actually possible to do so, and you feel a little bit like a prey caged in by a much, much more astute predator.

You asked for help with the subjects, and maybe you’re already regretting it a little. “Sure,” you answer, trying to sound determined.

He smiles. “What are you seeing in your class?”

Solomon picked different classes for the year, and while you were fine with not doing whatever the hell goes on in advanced alchemy, it’s a little bit of a bummer to not share even one class with the only other human around.

“I’m not… really sure,” you slouch on the seat, ready to give up. Why can’t the world be like the movies and you can spend an entire year just looking out the windows and being pretty? “Subgroups? Or sub genders?”

“Oh,” he says softly, flipping through one of the heavier looking books.

Next to him, Asmodeus is pulling out a notebook filled with post-its and notes made in glitter pens. You suspect he didn’t come to lecture you, and that suspicion is confirmed when the notebook is discarded as soon as it showed up, apparently being pulled out only because his bag was on the smaller side and his pink switch-like video game was at the bottom of it. He sighs dramatically, lowering the music coming from it, and laying his chin on Solomon’s shoulder.

Yeah, definitely not here for you.

Solomon slides the open book towards you, marked on a page titled Subgenders then starts flipping through the next.

Asmodeus watches as you read over the basic introduction.

“It’s not hard,” he says, voice bubbly even though the words game over can be read on his screen, “It’s a little tricky to separate, but you get the hand really quickly.”

It’s not actually all that hard to figure things out. Solomon, despite the borderline chaotic ways he chooses to explain things, is a fairly good teacher. You manage to grasp the three sub genders and the differences between them in no more than a couple hours - a record if you’re being honest.

And Solomon had been right. It’s not hard to separate them. Alphas are, generally speaking, the “dominant” gender. They’re easier to anger and natural born fighters. They experience ruts, can mate, and have knots. Most of the royal court are alphas.

Omegas are the “lower” gender - though according to Solomon, the idea that one is lower to the other is being more and more fought againts and discussed in the realms - they’re conflict solvers and are seem as sweeter and more fragile. They experince heats and self lubricate. Most of the common demons are omegas.

Betas are a middle ground. They don’t have scents as strong as alphas or omegas, and aren’t easily affected by ruts or heats. They can still mate, however, and are often seem as level-headed and good right hands for alpha leaders. They’re rare. Barbatos is one of them.

And then there’s the Apex, the “alpha of alphas” as Asmodeus described them. An alpha so powerful he stands above all others, in the top of the “food chain.” That’s the category that fits Diavolo.

“So… what are you then, Asmo?” You ask, folding your arms above the book Solomon had highlighted to you.

Asmodeus perks up, bright as ever. “I’m an alpha, of course! Can’t you tell?” He gestures to himself, manicured nails gleaming under the bad lighting.

“What about you?” You turn to Solomon. He hadn’t mentioned anything about humans having sub genders, but you kinda wish that was possible, although you couldn’t tell why.

Asmodeus pulls Solomon closer by the arm and beams. “He’s my omega!”

Solomon shrugs him off with a low chuckle. “Don’t make me slap you.”

“Kinky,” Asmodeus points a finger to him, smiling wide. He pulls Solomon again, by the shoulders, and lowers his turtleneck, revealing a bite. “I didn’t lie, though.”

Solomon pushes him off with a scowl, covering the mark with his hand. “Yeah, yeah.” He waves Asmodeus off, adjusting the clothing.

You chuckle at them but say nothing. It��s clear Solomon doesn’t want you to.

Asmodeus pays his scowl no mind, resting his head on Solomon’s neck. Solomon sighs. “I’m not anything. Humans don’t have sub genders. We didn’t evolve to them, so we end up in somewhat of a grayscale. The closest thing to us would be betas.”

“Then we… claiming and that stuff… we can’t do it?” Your eyes trail to Solomon’s neck, but the bite is covered.

“Not really,” he sighs, “this was an exception.”

“And why’s that?” Asmodeus hums, leaning over Solomon. Their faces are almost touching.

Solomon sighs again, an amused smile playing on his lips. “Because I’m a demon’s whore.”

Asmodeus smiles, so much that little dimples show up at the corners of his lips, and he claps. “I love you so much.”

You roll your eyes, making a vomiting sound when they kiss. Lowering your gaze, you read over the title of one of the chapters.

“Hey,” you look up again, catching their attention, “what about your brothers? Mammon has a different scent, is he an omega?”

Asmodeus splutters, looking exaggeratedly shocked. He chuckles, strained. “Of course not!” He waves hands in front of himself, almost hitting Solomon in the face, “We’re all alphas.”

“Oh,” you say. It doesn’t make sense. None of the others have a scent like Mammon’s. It’s a little sweet, but seems clouded, slightly sour in the corners.

“I don’t get it,” Asmodeus muses, tapping a finger to his chin, “humans don’t really feel our scent, how can he be different?”

His gaze is closed off on you, analyzing a little too much. It makes you feel like an ant under a magnifying glass, “I uh… he just does.”

Solomon stares at you but doesn’t comment on it, even if it looks like he wants to.

Asmodeus hums in thought, gaze still sharp on your every movement. Then, he smiles, almost artificial in its wake, “Well, whatever!” He slaps a hand to the table. At this point, the librarian gave up on shushing you.

Solomon is still staring at you. You move a little. Being watched like this makes you feel kind of squeamish.

Asmodeus is staring at Solomon, and then at you, resting his head on a palm. He hums again, stretching his arms over his head, and then he’s up, pulling Solomon with him. “We should get going!I wonder who’s on dinner duty.”

You blink. Dinner was still far away. Your study session just got cut short, and while you have no idea why, it feels like it’s your fault.

As you close the book and gather your things alongside them, the word seems to call you again. “Being an omega sounds painful, though,” you close the book, “heats and all.”

Solomon scoffs. He closes his notebook, sliding his bag over a shoulder. “That makes it more fun.”

Asmodeus tsks, waving Solomon off, “Don’t listen to him he doesn’t have a soul.”

Solomon neither confirms nor denies this statement, instead only giving you an amused chuckle and a tilt of the head.

The feeling that you did something wrong, crossed a barrier you weren’t supposed to, clings to you. But still, it makes no sense.

There’s something different about Mammon. You have to figure out why.

The first thing you notice is that you’re missing a pillow. You’re back from a week filled with classes, ready to drop in bed and sleep the entire weekend when you realize something seems off. You look everywhere, but the pillow is nowhere to be found.

Then, a couple of days later, the thin blanket you keep for movie nights and long study sessions is gone.

It progresses like that. The throw you use to warm your feet. Your favorite stuffed animal. A fluffy winter jacket.

When you ask, fed up with this little prank, none of the brothers seem to know where your things went.

Your pact with Mammon is still somewhat fresh, but you find yourself going to him, if not for a solution, maybe to complain.

The door is open when you arrive, pushing it inside without ceremony.

“Mammon, you’re not going to believe-”

The words die on your throat. There, spread on top of his bed, twisted and fluffed together into a carefully crafted bundle - no, your mind provides, a nest. This is a nest - are all your missing items, and, sitting on top of them with a flushed face and big eyes, is Mammon.

Oh.

Turns out you were right.

“MC, I, I…” Mammon fumbles upwards, all but stumbling in the mess of blankets and pillows he has apparently snatched not only from you but from his brothers as well. There are even some pillows you don’t recognize, cow patterns all over them.

“Mammon…” it’s all you can say. You have never dealt with this before, but the answer to your question was clear as day, right in front of you.

Omegas nest when stressed or needy. Came Solomon’s voice, a memory from the lecture just a week before.

“You’re an omega.” You say, in a surprised whisper, cogs turning on your mind and finally fitting with each other.

Mammon’s face falls and his breath hitches. “How do you know about that?”

“In class… we went over the basic biology of demons and…”

He gulps audibly, eyes darting to the floor. “Then you know.”

You can almost feel the question marks forming around your head. “Know what?”

“How disgusting this is,” he gestures to the nest. His face is still reddened, voice bordering on wet, “I took your things without telling and I… I used them, my scent is all over them and now… I’m sorry, MC.”

“Mammon…” you reach towards him, but he steps back.

“You probably want them back, right?” He chuckles dryly with no real humor. “It’s okay, I get it. People don’t like when omegas get all needy, I know that.” He scratches at the back of his neck, a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes tugging at his lips. “You can take them, I’ll just…” he points to the door, “yeah.”

And then he’s gone, leaving behind the same smell you came to associate with him, only much sour in its wake. Your pact mark burns, glowing a faint yellow tone. You stand next to his bed, confused and feeling like you managed to fuck up even more.

Masterlist

#obey me mammon #mammon x reader #mammon x mc #mammon avatar of greed #mammon x you #obey me!#obey me mammon fanfic #obey me fanfic #omega mammon #obey me shall we date #mammon scenario #aboau

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ddarker-dreams · 4 years ago

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man,,, im studying to become a video game developer/app developer in general and i keep thinking about how cool it would be if scarlet ribbons was an otome game (mc) and each member of bucci gang could be a love interest (bonus part 2 with la squadra)

otome game’s are actually what i based the formatting off of!! where there’d be a general route in which everything stays the same (reader being recruited into passione by bruno to pay off her debt to the events of golden wind). then the routes that branch off are dependent on who reader chose to spend time with the most.

since most otome games have a recommended route order, for fun, here’s what i picture the scarlet ribbons route order to be. also my very rough notes on how i’d want the overall route to feel/what aspects of the characters i’d want to explore.

mista: the most lighthearted of all the routes, best to start off with. probably the route where reader’s grandparents come for a visit lmao. lots of dumbass energy in this route, reader and mista feed off of one another. a huge focus on mista trying to be romantic and failing like the dork he is. probably has the most tropes. (hotel room only has one bed, stuff like that...)

narancia: also p lighthearted but has some narancia opening up to reader about his past, and insecurities surrounding his education. it’d be his first relationship so there are some awkward shenanigans mixed in there similar to mista. maybe a scene with narancia writing a song for reader in english... or reader overhearing him practicing compliments in english for her. god. what a cutie he is.

trish: focusing a lot on trish exploring her new options in life with reader by her side. cute dates, wholesome bonding. trish and reader supporting one another through the trauma they’ve endured. trish’s first album having a song with the lyrics dedicated to her love for reader... I’M WEAK... and it’s in reader’s native language. god. it’d be so sappy and heartfelt. opening her first performance of it with smth like, “This song is dedicated to the person I care for most.” AHH! and maybe the songs name is “Scarlet Threads”, focusing on how trish feels fate brought the two of them together. brb im crying

fugo: heavier route than the previous three. fugo would have difficulty with opening up to reader, requiring lots of patience... but he’d be trying his very best. roommates to lovers :’) maybe reconnecting with some hobbies that he associated with his “past life” (like playing the piano), and learning that he can enjoy the things he used to again. maybe fugo’s mom runs into reader in public or something...

abbacchio: now this one would be p painful. abbacchio would alternate between wanting to be close to reader, and keeping her at a safe distance. probably says some hurtful things on an impulse. but would end up with a very close bond between the two. it wouldn’t be reader “fixing” abbacchio, more so abbacchio coming to terms with how to process things better. pushing people away isn’t the only option sort of thing.

bruno: explores a lot of bruno’s inner conflict over passione. he and reader have that in common after all, and bruno shows a more chill side of himself when it’s just the two of them. maybe some guilt on bruno’s behalf for roping reader into passione? just exploring some stuff like that... reader wouldn’t justify or condemn bruno, maybe offering a bit of both. omg... and reader visiting bruno’s fathers grave with him. setting down flowers, thanking him for raising such a wonderful man, and promising to take care of him. AH!!!!!!!

giorno: the “Canon” route that would require the completion of all the others before unlocking. maybe reveals some more secrets of reader’s past? giorno’s route would be a huge slow burn... he has charisma but when it comes to pursuing romance his brain kinda stops working. a little stiff with it. someone help this man. don of passione who sees reader walking in a garden and head just goes Empty. no thoughts. only adoration. lots of learning from one another. reader teaching giorno how to enjoy life more omg... taking him to parks and stuff he never got to do as a kid.

#my thought process for planning is v messy but i hope it makes some sense #this is so much fun to think about #scarlet ribbons #scarlet ribbons lore #answered #Anonymous

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cheri-translates · 4 years ago

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[CN] Cancelled Moments - Gavin

🍒These Moments will unlikely come to EN or any server as they are from the cancelled CN Dream Heart Lake event back in 2018🍒

Gavin’s Post: Spring would’ve been very nice if you were around.

MC: Whoa, you really listened to the song!

Gavin: I’ll definitely listen to what you recommend.

Gavin’s Post: Spring would’ve been very nice if you were around.

MC: Who?

Gavin: You.

Gavin’s Post: Spring would’ve been very nice if you were around.

MC: What a cultured young person!

Gavin: I learnt it from you.

[Note] WHAT AN ADORABLE DORK LOL HE’S QUOTING SONG LYRICS from an old Cantonese song called 春夏秋冬 (“Spring Summer Autumn Winter”) by Zhang Guo Rong

It’s a beautiful song with the corniest lyrics

The lyrics following the ones in Gavin’s post are, “the wind of spring is like love, brewing softly”

Others include: “Being able to meet you by chance on this earth has lit up my insignificant life, and I am very lucky” and “No one has remained on my mind like you have”

We’re only on the first Moment and the feels are already skyrocketing

Gavin’s Post: This is still more comfortable.

MC: I suddenly realised that there’s a certain flavour to a loosened tie~

Gavin: Do you like it?

Gavin’s Post: I dreamt about some things that happened in the past, about someone who has already left...

MC: Everything is over now. Believe me, the future will be even better.

Gavin: Mm, I believe you.

Gavin’s Post: I dreamt about some things that happened in the past, about someone who has already left...

MC: Are you okay?

Gavin: I’m still all right. It’s just been a long time since I last dreamt about it.

Gavin’s Post: Living lies in exercise.

MC: And reading books!

Gavin: All right. I’ll read after I’m done exercising.

Gavin’s Post: Living lies in exercise.

MC: No no no, living lies in sleeping.

Gavin: You’re finally awake.

Gavin’s Post: Living lies in exercise.

MC: Why did you suddenly have this feeling?

Gavin: I had it after my 3km morning run.

Gavin’s Post: Today, I chose to remain silent. Are you angry?

MC: I just don’t wish for you to shoulder it alone.

Gavin: Hearing you say this is enough.

Gavin’s Post: Since the world won’t wait for you to be ready, seize the present.

MC: I also want to be filled with vigour every day!

Gavin: All right, we’ll do it together.

Gavin’s Post: Since the world won’t wait for you to be ready, seize the present.

MC: Are you doing something big?

Gavin: Something I care about.

Gavin’s Post: While passing by high school, I noticed that they’re holding a spring season sports competition.

MC: How nostalgic!

Gavin: It will last till tomorrow. I’ll accompany you to take a look?

Minor: I’ll bet on a bag of spicy strips that your record for the long-distance run hasn’t been beaten yet.

Gavin’s Post: While passing by high school, I noticed that they’re holding a spring season sports competition.

MC: I remember you snagging all the first places!

Gavin: Not really. After all, each person could only participate in three activities.

Minor: I’ll bet on a bag of spicy strips that your record for the long-distance run hasn’t been beaten yet.

Gavin’s Post: While passing by high school, I noticed that they’re holding a spring season sports competition.

MC: During every sports competition, I could only participate in the interesting programs haha.

Gavin: Like the three-legged race?

Minor: I’ll bet on a bag of spicy strips that your record for the long-distance run hasn’t been beaten yet.

Gavin’s Post: I haven’t trained in a while, so my skills are a little rusty.

MC: You say your skills are rusty but you scored a few three-pointers consecutively...

Gavin: Not consecutively, only once.

Gavin’s Post: Setting out on a new mission.

MC: I won’t get to see you for another period of time...

Gavin: Same for me. But if I think about you, time will pass a little faster.

Gavin’s Post: Setting out on a new mission.

MC: A surprise backpack!

Gavin: ...it’s a holster for a gun.

Gavin’s Post: When I see a certain person playing basketball, I think about a lot of things from the past.

MC: I never thought I’d be able to shoot a ball through the hoop...

Gavin: With me around, you can do anything you want to.

Minor: Oh my, what did I miss?!!!

Gavin’s Post: When I see a certain person playing basketball, I think about a lot of things from the past.

MC: Eh? What did you recollect?

Gavin: Things related to you.

Minor: Oh my, what did I miss?!!!

Gavin’s Post: When I see a certain person playing basketball, I think about a lot of things from the past.

MC: I played so clumsily... you won't look down on me right... OTZ

Gavin: I won’t. But what does OTZ mean?

Minor: Oh my, what did I miss?!!!

[Note] OTZ is an emoticon used to express hopelessness, often as a result of failure:

Gavin’s Post: Will be participating in the Around the Lake marathon tomorrow.

MC: I hope the past few days of assault combat training will bear results!

Gavin: Trust me, you’ll definitely have no problem.

Minor: Bro Gavin, you should have mentioned this earlier! Is it too late for me to sign up?

Gavin’s Post: Will be participating in the Around the Lake marathon tomorrow.

MC: Last time, I was always the one prodding you to go. This time, you’ve finally signed-up for it yourself!

Gavin: Want to do it together again next time?

Minor: Bro Gavin, you should have mentioned this earlier! Is it too late for me to sign up?

Gavin’s Post: Will be participating in the Around the Lake marathon tomorrow.

MC: I don’t ask for anything else. I’ll be contented just to finish it...

Gavin: I’ll accompany you in running slowly.

Minor: Bro Gavin, you should have mentioned this earlier! Is it too late for me to sign up?

Gavin’s Post: Drinking coffee to perk myself up.

MC: This vest makes your figure look incredibly good!

Gavin: It’s just a normal uniform.

Gavin’s Post: Drinking coffee to perk myself up.

MC: Why doesn’t the coffee I drink have the effect of perking me up...

Gavin: You drink too much on a regular basis. Drink a little less.

Gavin’s Post: Drinking coffee to perk myself up.

MC: Didn’t expect you to post a Moment just for coffee.

Gavin: Because it’s a coffee you recommended.

Gavin’s Post: As compared to an umbrella, a hat is more practical.

MC: A hood! Pretending to be cool is the best weapon!

Gavin: I don’t need to pretend.

Minor: I suddenly think of Assassin’s Creed, Resident Evil and... the Dementor???

Gavin’s Post: As compared to an umbrella, a hat is more practical.

MC: I suddenly think you look a little cute wearing a hood~

Gavin: ...is that so.

Minor: I suddenly think of Assassin’s Creed, Resident Evil and... the Dementor???

Gavin’s Post: As compared to an umbrella, a hat is more practical.

MC: An umbrella is still better. You’ll catch a cold if the hat gets drenched.

Gavin: It’s all right, but remember to bring an umbrella when you head out.

Minor: I suddenly think of Assassin’s Creed, Resident Evil and... the Dementor???

MC’s Post: Everyone, leave a comment. Someone says he isn’t a professional at basketball, but is proficient in all types of sports.

Minor: Isn’t he though? My Bro Gavin is a professional at everything!

Willow: I think that's not wrong!

Gavin: As long as it’s something you need, I can do it.

MC’s Post: Now, Officer Gavin will demonstrate to everyone the seven ways to tie a tie.

Minor: I even thought Bro Gavin’s ties were the type you could just pull up to the neck directly.

Willow: Minor, do you want to get punched again.

Gavin: It’s enough if you’re the only audience.

MC’s Post: Unexpectedly, I feel like having red as a hair colour isn’t a bad idea~ (there should be a picture here)

Kiki: Wow, boss is so cool!

Gavin: You... dyed your hair?

Minor: Bro Gavin, don’t panic. Boss was just wearing a wig Kiki bought.

MC’s Post: Why do I keep getting recommended compatibility tests...

Gavin: Those aren’t accurate.

Minor: Eh, if you’re saying this, Bro Gavin, does this mean you’ve tried them...

Anna: Treasure it. What I get are advertisements for baby photography workshops.

🎐

More cancelled CN content: here

#mlqc #mlqc cn #mlqc gavin

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monaownsmyass · 4 years ago

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Us Against Them

Book: Queen B, (after) Chapter 11

Pairing: Zoey Wade x MC (Bea Hughes)

Genre: Mostly fluff but there’s a little angst in the beginning

Rating: Uh, PG13?

Word count: 3,348 (It just keeps increasing lol)

A/N: This occurs directly after Chapter 11. For the sake of this fic, Carter will be put to use. As soon as MC finds out about the folder, she tells Carter to post the cards instead and immediately goes to search for Zoey but she’s still too late.

"You are Poppy," her cold voice rang in my ears, leaving me rooted in my place. Those three words played over and over again on repeat in my head.

"Zo, wait!" I reached out to gently grab her hand. I saw her flinch then tense at my touch. I could feel my heart start to break. Physical affection was always our thing but now I've lost that too.

She made no move to pull her hand away but with a defeated sigh, she asked, "What do you want, Bea?" Her voice was tired, cracking as she spoke.

It hurt to see her like this. To see this confident, exuberant, sunshine of a person almost on the verge of tears again made my heart hurt like nothing else ever had.

"I swear as soon as I found out, I only told Carter to post it and then immediately went to look for you! But I was too late!" I exclaimed. "In that moment, all I could think about was you, but I thought I had at least a few seconds to tell him what to do. I was wrong and I'm so, so sorry, Zo."

She looked me straight into my eyes. Her teary eyes shining under the streetlight while mine pleaded at her to listen to me.

"Please, Zo," I begged. "You have to believe me. Please."

"I... I want to believe you, Bea," she admitted. "I really do," she paused again. "But I'm not sure I can... I don't know if I can forgive you yet." She pulled her hand away but remained her gaze on mine, conflicted.

"Zoey," I uttered her name, slowly stretching my hand out to touch her face, giving her time to pull away. She didn't. I stepped closer to her as my palm cupped her cheek. I felt her hesitant before leaning into my touch. My thumb swiped just under her eye, wiping away the tears.

I hated that I was the cause of these tears. The fact that I hurt her enough to make her cry was making me sick to the stomach, even if it wasn't intentional.

"You don't have forgive me, not yet," I whispered. "Just let me make it up to you."

"Bea..." she started but I cut her off.

"I can't lose you, Zo. Just the thought of you being mad at me kills me."

"I'm not mad. I'm just... disappointed." That somehow broke me even more.

"At least let me take care of you, just for tonight. You've been through so much already and you always take care of me, it's the least I could do. Just... let me treat you right."

Defences crumbling down, she pulled me into her and buried her face into my shoulder despite being taller than me. My heart leapt at the contact.

"Damn you, asshole," she mumbled into my shoulder. "I can't say no to you."

I let out a small laugh of relief as I hugged her back. I kissed to crown of her head before speaking, "I know this doesn't mean you forgive me, but I'll try to make it up to you. Promise."

We broke apart and made our way back to our place in comfortable silence. Once we stepped foot into our apartment, I spoke up, "We should probably get cleaned."

"Yeah," she agreed. "Sorry I got you dirty as well."

"No, don't say that." I move towards her. "We're in this together." To demonstrate my point, I wrapped my arms around her waist and hugged her tight. More squashed tomatoes and wine found their way onto my skin, hair and lingerie. I paid no mind to it, just simply enjoying her embrace.

"I'll always be here for you. We'll get through this together."

I couldn't gauge her reaction to my words as I couldn't see her face but I felt her nod and that was enough to let me know she understood I wasn't going anywhere.

I lead her to the bathroom and turned on the shower for her. I looked back and saw Zoey already stripping off what little fabric she had on.

"Uh, don't you want to wait till I get out first?" my breath hitched as I averted my gaze elsewhere. She was quite literally breathtaking but I knew this wasn't the time.

"Actually," she said quietly, almost shy. "I want you to join me. If you want to, that is."

I smiled at her gently. "Of course, I'd love to."

I removed my garments and toss them onto Zoey's pile. We stepped into the shower, hand-in-hand.

Nothing about this was sexual but it was it was the most intimate thing I've experienced. We held onto each other as the water washed away the tomatoes and the wine. I scrubbed her soft skin, worshipping every inch of her body as I did so.

Washing off the stains that were left behind on her body, I looked into her eyes, trying to express how much I cared for her, that I'd do anything for her. With the way her captivating brown eyes stared back into mine, I knew she'd do the same for me.

The eye contact alone was enough to make my cheeks burn with heat. I leaned up to plant a kiss on her lips and she held me closer to her. It was all so overwhelming. The kiss was full of eagerness and adoration for one another as we poured all our emotions into it.

"You mean so much to me," I whispered into our kiss. "I hope you know that."

"I can tell," she joked back and I smiled. There's my Zo. "You mean a lot to me too."

I could cry just hearing her say that.

Once we were done showering, we put on some comfy clothes before I reached down to grab our dirty lingerie.

"It's fine, Bea," Zoey said from behind me. "I'll wash my own clothes, you don't have to do it ."

"No, I want to, let me do this for you," I replied, looking over my shoulder at her. "Just go put on a movie or something, I'll be with you in a sec."

Zoey looked like she was going to argue but instead, her face soften and she lets out an infectious grin. "As stubborn as always, I see."

She leaned down to peck me on the cheek and the turned to go to the living room.

"You know it," I called out after her and smiled. It seems like she was warming up to me again and I couldn't be more grateful. I didn't know if I could survive with Zoey being upset with me for much longer.

I wasn't sure if the stains would come off but I went to go soak our underwear and stopped by the kitchen before joining Zoey on the couch. I grabbed a bottle of wine, a tub of ice cream, two spoons and two glasses.

"Brought the good stuff, huh?" Zoey mused when she saw what I was carrying.

"Ice cream always makes people feel better, you can't tell me otherwise," I kid. "Plus you always give me wine so I thought I'd return the favour. And it won't really be a 'Zoey/Bea Night' without it, right?"

"You're definitely right about that, babe," she laughed and my heart swelled.

'Babe,' I thought to myself as I tried but failed to fight the smile working it's way onto my face. I wasn't sure I'd ever hear that again.

"What are you smiling about, you dork?" she giggled and patted the seat beside her. "Come, sit with me."

I wasn't sure what was playing on the screen but I was too elated to care. I plopped myself beside her, setting down everything I was holding onto the coffee table. I poured the wine into the glasses and offered her one. I gave her a spoon and cracked open the tub of ice cream.

She took a sip from her glass. "Wine is much better when it's not thrown at you," Zoey laughed weakly.

There was a long pause before I finally spoke. "Do you... want to talk about it? It's fine if you don't want to, but I'm here if you do."

She's silent for a few minutes, thinking about it before letting out a sigh.

"I should have known something like this would happen. I should have known better. I shouldn't have pushed for us to go," she said quietly, looking everywhere but at me.

"What? Zo, no!" I responded, exasperated. "Don't you dare blame yourself for what those idiots did!"

"I'm not, I just..." she exhaled deeply. "Like I've said, I've always had to deal with people like Poppy, I've always had to looked out for myself. I just shouldn't have let my guard down, especially since we were walking into the lion's den."

"Hey, look at me," I brought my finger under her chin and guided her gaze to meet mine. "Don't beat yourself over it. You just wanted to enjoy the party, it's those jerks' fault for ruining your night, okay?"

"I know, I just can't help-" she began but I interrupted.

"Zo, I will beat your ass."

The frown on her face instantly quirked up. "Are you threatening me with a good time, Ms. Hughes?"

I couldn't help but laugh, of course she'd find a way to make this conversation flirty.

"I mean it Zoey."

"That you'll spank me?" she laughed.

I rolled my eyes but I couldn't stop the grin on my lips. "That you shouldn't blame yourself. It's not your fault Poppy and the Zetas are a bunch of assholes."

She didn't look entirely convinced but I gave her a glare and she raised her hands in defeat.

"Fine, I know it wasn't my fault. I do, but sometimes I just wished that it was different. That I wasn't so low in the rankings and-" I stopped her yet again.

"Zoey Wade, do not talk about yourself like that!" I fumed. How dare Poppy and her stupid gang make her feel this way? "You of all people should know that the ranks mean shit, you became my friend when I was right at the bottom! And even if it does count for something, who cares? You're Zoey Wade! I wish you could see yourself the way I do." I whispered the last sentence but she caught it.

"How do you see me?" she asked, genuinely curious. "Actually. For real."

"I don't even know where to begin," I plucked the glass and spoon from her hand and placed it back on the coffee table along with mine. I cautiously took her hand in mine, still afraid she'd retract. She let me hold her hand as my thumb stroked over her knuckles.

"Besides being insanely gorgeous and talented? I think you're an absolute goddess, and I feel so lucky to even be in your presence. The way you carry yourself is so powerful, it's hard to notice anyone else when you're in the room. You're unreal and I'm in utter awe of you, Zo. You're a incredible person and an even better friend."

I could tell she was a little flushed after my string of compliments but that didn't stop her from replying with a witty remark.

"Just a friend?" she teased.

"Well, maybe not just a friend," I grin and brought her hand up to my lips, giving her knuckles a soft, gentle kiss. "I'll be whatever you want me to be to you."

"I think it's safe to say we're well past that stage by now," Zoey joked with a smile.

"I think so too," I responded before being taken by surprise. She grabbed the back of my neck and pull me into her until our lips met.

"Mmm," I whimpered as she snaked her arms around me and flushed her body against mine. The heat radiating off our bodies kept each other warm in the cool night.

"I really can't stay upset with you," Zoey whispered against my lips.

My heart pounded against my chest, hard enough that I'm sure Zoey could feel it too. I was so glad to hear that. "Lucky me," I smiled.

She broke the kiss after a while. I was a little disappointed that it ended but I wasn't gonna push it. Tonight wasn't about me, it was about her.

So instead, I offered to hold her. "Cuddle with me?"

Zoey looked at me for a second, dazzling soft brown eyes boring into mine. "Okay."

I leaned back against the arm of the chair, stretching my legs out and spreading my arms to welcome her.

She laid her head on my chest as I embraced her. Her dark curly hair tickling my nose as she did so. I moved to toss the throw blanket over us and we shifted to get into a comfortable position.

Neither of us were paying attention to the movie even though our eyes were trained on the screen. It's not like I could've focused even if I wanted to. It didn't matter that we've cuddled a million times before, Zoey's close proximity to me still affected me in a way I couldn't even fathom anyone else's would.

Zoey's ear was pressed against my chest and I was positive she could hear my heart hammering like crazy. 'Listen to how hard my heart beats for you,' I thought while looking down at her. I felt her hand creep up my side to finally rest on my chest as well. I could only assume it was to feel it better. "You're the only one that's made me feel like this," I muttered quietly into her hair.

Not long after that, I felt her sob softly. She buried her head in my chest and clutched me tighter. I started rubbing one hand along her back, the other lightly massaging her scalp.

"It's okay, Zo," I reassured her. "It'll be alright, I'll take Poppy out for you if I have to, she won't know what hit her."

I heard her let out a small laugh in between sniffles which surprised me. "It's not that," she said into my sweatshirt then tilted her head up to look at me, a small grin playing on her lips and her eyes a little watery. "Well, it is, but I was just thinking about how glad I am to have you here with me. I don't know what I'd do without you."

The thrill I felt at her words were unmatched. I leaned down to kiss her on top of her head and she wiped away her tears. "I'm always going to be here for you, I'm not going anywhere. And I should be the one that's glad you're even still here with me."

The hand that was stroking her back landed on her right shoulder, lightly squeezing it. "You still feel tense," I told her. "Do you want me to help you with that?"

"Mhm, I'd like that," she replied.

I gently helped her up to shift positions again. I motioned for her to lay on her stomach as I straddled her thighs. I lifted up her hoodie to her shoulders when she spoke, "Y'know, if you wanted me out of my clothes you could have just said so," she teased yet again.

"Where's the fun in that? Where's the charm? If I'm getting you out of your clothes I'm going to be suave about it," I joked back. "I'll smooth talk my way into doing it. Cuz I definitely am. I'm so smooth."

"Oh. My. God. You're such a dork, that's what you are," she giggled, clearly embarrassed for me. "Why do I even like you?"

"Cuz I give you free back massages?"

"Mm, yeah, that could be it."

I started kneading into her back, applying pressure from the heel of my palms to the tense areas and working the knots out of her muscles. I felt her hum in approval.

"Oh, yeah, right there, babe," she encouraged. "You're really good at this, you should do this for me more often."

"My room's just down the hallway from yours, you know where to find me."

"Wine, ice cream and massages? Looks like I have competition as best roommate," she said and I chuckled.

"You scratch my back, I scratch yours."

"Literally."

After a while, I felt all the knots go away and her tensed muscles became relaxed. I turned to look at Zoey only to see her eyes closed. She looked like she was falling asleep. I ran my hands up and down her smooth back then saw goosebumps appear when I trailed the tip of my fingers along her spine.

"Hey, babe? Are you awake," I asked her softly.

"Mhm," she replied groggily. "Did you call me 'babe'? That's what I call you." Her voice was so cute when she was sleepy, it made my heart flutter.

"Yeah I did."

"I like it." I saw the corners of her lip turn up ever so slightly.

God, this girl was adorable. "C'mon, sleepyhead. Let's get you to bed."

I pulled down her hoodie and got off of her. She turned over to lie on her back and was about to sit up when I bent over to picked her up, bridal style. This seemed to alert her.

"You're gonna carry me?" Her arms clung around my neck as I lifted her off the couch, almost wide awake again.

"I thought that was obvious," I grinned at her.

"You're pretty strong," she commented as I walked us to her room, being careful to make sure I had a good grip on her and that I didn't bang into anything on the way. She buried her face into the crook of my neck.

"I did grow up on a farm, after all."

"Is it weird if I said that that's kinda hot?" Her tone was playful.

"That I grew up on a farm?" I joked and was rewarded with a blissful, bright laugh.

"Is this pay back for when I said 'spank me' earlier?"

"Maybe," I glanced at her, pretending to look mischievous.

Using my foot to nudge the door open, I entered her room and set her down carefully onto her bed. I pulled the comforters over her and tucked her in, making sure she was comfortable.

Zoey grabbed onto my arm and gently yanked me down to give me a kiss on the lips. "Thank you, darling."

I kissed her on the forehead and smooth her hair back. "Anything for you, sweetheart. Goodnight, Zo."

I straightened my back and turned to head out her door but Zoey's grip remained on my wrist, refusing to let go. I looked at her hand, then at her.

"Spend the night with me?" Her eyes pleading as she gave me a little pout.

I let out a small breath. "Looks like I can't say no to you either."

I made my way to the other side of her bed and got under the covers, turning on my side to hug Zoey from the back. I pulled her into me and secured my arms around her. "Is this okay?"

"It's perfect. I feel... safe," she said and let out a contented sigh. She intertwined her legs with mine and held onto my hands.

"So... does this mean you forgive me?" I asked innocently.

She lets out a beautiful laugh. "Yes, babe. It does."

As I laid with her, I couldn't help but think once again how lucky I am that I still had her here with me. I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if I lost her.

"Promise we'll always stick together? No matter what?" she asked softly into the darkness, bringing my hand up to her lips to kiss my fingers.

I placed a light kiss on her shoulder in return and replied. "Forever and always."

We drifted off to sleep peacefully in each other's embrace, forgetting about the events of that day, knowing we're in this together.

After all, it was us against them. And I couldn't have asked for a better partner in crime.

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drethanramslay · 5 years ago

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Face to face

Pairing: Ethan x MC (Leah Garcia)

Word count: 3.4 K

Summary: Ethan has always been independent and selfless. He would sacrifice his health for the well being of his patients. So when he falls sick, he decides to brush it off and march forward anyway. But when things take a a turn for the worst, Leah steps in because she wants to help him. And he lets her in.

Because you let the people you love be with you at moments of vulnerability.

Author's note: Well things have been shit lately and I decided to soothe my fellow readers with this sweet, sweet fluff so that you all can momentarily forget the reality.

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#4- you're so pretty.

Songs: Love someone by Lukas Graham and Put a little love on me by Niall Horan

Forgive me if I make mistakes 😬

"Put her on steroids so that the inflammation can go down. Also, give her 100mg of broad spectrum antibiotics." Ethan spoke monotonously as he signed the chart.

"Yes Dr. Ramsey." The nurse said dutifully before going to the patient's bed side.

It was just eight o'clock in the morning and the first rounds had just got over. The sun had risen and the new interns had not killed anybody yet so that was good. Leah's intern, Ortega was dominating over the other interns and he somewhat felt proud regarding that.

He felt like he was a 'grand-mentor' just like Naveen was for Leah.

He trudged down the hallway to his office, rolling his shoulders. His body ached but, surviving on four hours of sleep and excessive caffeine does that to you.

With the cut in budget, Ethan stayed over at the hospital more. He just couldn't afford to not stay and help, be it helping Naveen out or saving lives. He was exhausted and low. He hadn't seen Jenner in three day and that just added to his misery.

The only thing that would make his day was Leah. His sunshine.

I don't think I will ever stop calling her my Sunshine. Ethan thought to himself, with a small smile playing in his lips.

He loved the way Leah's eyes would shine bright when she saw him. He loved making her smile with his sarcastic jokes just so he could see that cute dimple on her cheek. He loved holding her hand when they were both alone, her small, warm hand in his calloused fingers. He loved to hug her and bury his face into her neck because she smelled like spring and all things good.

He didn't understand the term 'love' but, if he were to use that word, it would be used alongside Leah's name.

And this is what had been on his mind since so long. He had come to this realization the night of her hearing, when he lay in her bed, both of them naked with their limbs tangled. She was lying on his chest, snoring softly while Ethan stared at the ceiling, mindlessly playing with her dark hair. He enjoyed the feeling of her soft, supple skin on him and the way they fit together, like two halves united to form a whole.

I am in love... That's what was running through his mind, when he lay there as the moonlight streamed through the room.

And it frightened him. He was never one to do the feelings bullshit. Most of his relationships were based on how similar their tastes were and how good the person looked. But with Leah, it was uncharted territory.

And that's why he ran to Amazon when his love for her got so much that he couldn't think straight around her. He would turn from world renowned diagnostician Dr. Ethan Ramsey to the bumbling dork, Ethan.

It's too early to go in a contemplative mood about Leah, Ethan.

He leaned back in his plush chair and groaned in pain. He shut his burning eyes and covered his face to prevent the glare of the clinical white light of his office.

He heard the door open and feet shuffling.

"Good morni-" Leah chirped.

"Shh." Ethan groaned.

"Well, if you are going to shush me then I wonder what will I do with 'the Vienna' coffee I got from Derry's-"

"Gimme that." Ethan muttered under his breath as he uncovered his face and grabbed the coffee from Leah's hand, their fingers brushing, sending a tingle of delight up his arm.

Calm the fuck down Ethan.

"Hmmm... You are blessing on this cold dark earth, sunshine." Ethan groaned in approval as he sipped the scalding hot liquid.

"Wow. You called me sunshine. I feel special. What's got you in a good moo- oh my god." Leah stopped short as she finally took in Ethan's face.

"What's wrong?" He asked as he placed the coffee cup down, feeling self conscious as her chocolate brown eyes observed his face.

She walked around the table and cupped his face so that she could look at him properly.

Woah, woah WOAH WHAT THE HELL?! IS SHE GOING TO-

"Ethan, your eyes are bloodshot red and you feel warm. Are you feeling okay?"

Oh. I don't know whether to be happy or disappointed.

"Yeah I'm perfectly fine. Don't worry about me. I'm just sleep deprived." He waved her off as he reached for his coffee cup.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes Leah. Don't worry."

Leah gave him a last look before heading towards the door. "I trust your judgement Ethan. But if you feel sick, let me know."

He nodded into his cup as he saw the girl he loved, leave.

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The pounding in Ethan's head had steadily increased in intensity. His eyes were getting watery from staring at the small print for to long. He was feeling nauseous and at that moment he knew he was sick.

He was at the nurses station, leaning heavily against it because it seemed too much work to stand on his own two feet.

I just hope nobody sees me like thi-

"Dr. Ramsey are you okay?" Leah asked as she watched him warily. She stood next to him and her eyes wandered around his pale face, bloodshot eyes and red nose which made him look like a reindeer.

Perfect timing you got there, Ethan.

"I am... perfection." He said as he turned to look at her, wincing at the sudden movement.

"There must me something really wrong if you messed up the English language. Admit it you are sick." She turned towards him and rested her hand on her waist.

"I don't get sick, it's an unspoken rule."

"That's what they all say.." Esme leaned on the counter, looking sick.

"Ortega I told you to go home. I can't have you making our patients sicker!" Leah grabbed her file and pointed towards the exit.

"Go home Ortega. I can't afford to fall sick." Ethan said as he waved her away.

"Well she can't make you sick because, you already are!! Take a break Ethan." She put her hand on his and squeezed.

"Sunshine... I have obligations and responsibilities. I have no choice, this is what we do we, push through." He parted her hand and walked down the hallway.

That goddamn stubborn son of a bitch. Leah thought as she gritted her teeth.

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Ethan leaned against the sink, heavily breathing. He looked up at the mirror and saw a sweaty, pale face stare back at him.

You are completely fine. You have gone through worse and you have pushed through. You will be fine. Ethan kept on chanting as he washed his hands.

He stepped out if the men's washroom and saw Leah leaning against the wall. "Rookie, no." He said as he trudged.

"I have a case for you. Patient is in his late thirties, he is a complete ass and is so stubborn to a fault. He is sick but is showing signs of denial. Can't hardly stand without leaning on something. I was thinking of doing an MRI to find out what is lodged up his ass."

"Shut up, sunshine. I'm not in the mood."

"Why do you have to pretend to be a superman, huh? I can see that you are sick so why won't you let me help you?" Leah sighed with frustration.

"I'm completely fin- woah." Ethan's world spun and he found himself loosing balance. He stumbled and leaned against the wall. He sunk to the floor and held his head in his hands to stop everything from spinning.

"Are you done with your tantrum? Will you let me in now? Let me heal you?" Leah bent down and took his face in her hands, forcing the disoriented blue eyes to look at her.

"I think I'm sick, sunshine." Ethan said, a sheen of sweat on his forehead.

"I know. And I'm taking you home."

"Will you stay with me?" He asked in a tiny voice.

"Of course E. I'm not going anywhere for a very, very long time."

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Leah had a hand around Ethan's waist as they rode the elevator to his apartment. She waited patiently as she kept on checking on Ethan. His fever had skyrocketed and he had puked twice.

She had forced his ass into a wheelchair and rolled him to his car. She didn't care that the entire hospital, gawked t this site. After putting him in the front seat, she took his keys and drove out of the parking lot.

She kept on sneaking glances at him from the side of her eyes. She saw that he was leaning against the window and snoring quietly. He was clutching her hand as she drove the car.

She enjoyed the feeling of his hands on hers. And, if she could have it her way, she would never let go of him.

Leah, you have become a fucking sap.

The drive to his apartment was not very long as the traffic was low. As the lift reached closer to their destination, Ethan started feeling light headed.

"I think I'm gonna puke again, sunshine." Ethan groaned as he leaned on Leah, making her stagger as they walked down the hallway.

"Don't worry. We are almost there." She squeezed him to her side and proceeded to open the door to his penthouse.

The moment the door opened, Ethan ran to the washroom while Leah took out her coat and set her satchel and his messenger bag on the dining table. She rushed after him and saw him hugging the toilet seat, breathing heavily.

She sat behind him, on the edge of the bathtub and rubbed his back, saying soothing words as he emptied the contents of his stomach. She ran her fingers through his soft hair, slowly massaging the scalp, to provide some relief from the pounding headache.

He leaned back against her legs and looked up at her with his tired eyes. "I hate being sick." He grumbled and Leah giggled at the site.

"Glad to know you find my suffering entertaining." He muttered as he closed his eyes, his head on her lap.

"No, I'm just laughing at the way you are acting like a baby."

Ethan groaned, "You are going to hold it against me for the rest of my life, aren't you?"

Leah shook her head and patted his head. "Don't worry I won't, you are my baby and I will take care of you."

If Ethan wasn't sick, he definitely would have blushed.

She tugged on his coat, "Take out your clothes."

"If you wanted to get me naked-"

"ETHAN! Shh. I'm throwing your sweaty clothes for wash. Not anything else." Leah said, blushing wildly at the indecent thoughts running through her head.

Getting the memo, he stood up and started taking of his clothes. Leah turned towards the door and let out a breath, feeling her cheeks getting hotter.

She heard the rustling of clothes and the sound of them being dumped on the floor and Leah tried to focus on counting the number of tiles on the wall opposite her.

Just don't think about the fact that the man you love is naked behind you and we will be okay. Her consciousness soothed her.

Ethan felt like a zombie and everything seemed bleary. Everything but her. Even if he were to become blind one day, he would always remember the way her bronze skin shines in the sun, the way her smile would bring out her dimples and the way her body felt when he held her close to him.

He wanted to lean forward and hug her but he knew that it's not appropriate. And the last thing he wanted do was send more mixed signals her way.

"Here." He nudged the clothes forward with this feet and Leah bent down to pick it up never once looking at his flawless and sculpted body. She walked out if the bathroom as soon as she could and headed to the washing unit in his penthouse.

After putting the clothes for wash she headed back to his bedroom where she heard the shower run through the door of the bathroom.

"Ethan?" She knocked on the door.

"Yeah?"

"I am borrowing your clothes because I don't think I will last long in my pencil skirt and blouse. I might burst."

"Yeah, okay no problem! Can you hand me my clothes as well?" Ethan asked as he coughed.

Leah went to the adjacent walk in closet which had a huge mirror with a small bench. On one side, all the shirts were hanging in order of the colours and the other side, there were couple of tuxedos hanging. There were casual jackets hanging on the racks as well and his shoes were kept in organized rows below them.

Damn if only my life was this organized.

She went and opened multiple draws to find a pair of sweats, a full sleeve t-shirt and on impulse, she took a beanie as well.

Who knows, maybe i can convince him?

She picked out basketball shorts, socks and a long loose shirt. She changed into his clothes and hung her hospital wear on am empty hanger.

She knocked on his bathroom door. "Ethan are you decent?"

"Yap."

She entered and she almost stopped in her tracks. Ethan stood there with a towel wrapped around his waist, his glorious abs on display. Drops of water rolled down his broad chest, his abs and his happy trail-

"Take a picture. It will last longer." He said, smirking.

"Shut up." She threw the clothes on his face and stepped out of the bathroom and headed to the kitchen, blushing excessively. She slapped her hand on her forehead and sighed.

Could you be anymore creepier Leah? I swear these... Feelings are impairing my cerebral functioning.

Ethan stepped out of the bathroom, exhaustion taking over him. Taking a shower helped him, but still he felt feverish and weak. Leah was not in his room and he just flopped onto the bed, the desperate need to slip into a s dreamless sleep increasing.

He saw Leah enter with a tablets, water and... A bowl? She placed them on the bed side table and pulled the comforter out from underneath him.

"Take these." She handed him two tablets of advil and water.

He took them and popped them to the back of his throat. After swallowing it he laid back into his bed, enjoying the feeling of his own bed.

She proceeded to tuck him in and sat beside him. She pressed the NCIT on his head and took in the reading.

102.9 °F.

Dammit Ethan.

She reached for the bowl in which she had dipped a washcloth and wrung it. She then put it on his hot forehead.

Ethan shivered and peeped through his close eyes. "What are you doing, Sunshine?"

"Well.. when I used to have high temperatures, my mom used to press a damp cloth to my forehead to reduce the fever. I'm telling you, it will help."

Ethan smiled and nestled comfortably in the sheets, sleep overtaking him, as Leah continued to wet, wring and put the cloth on his forehead.

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Ethan started stirring in his bed, slowly coming out of his deep slumber. He still felt a little warm, and due to the ibuprofen he had sweated so much that his shirt stuck to his body.

He slowly sat up and rubbed his face before stretching. He saw the time on his alarm clock.

11:20 pm

They had come home around 4 pm and the fact that he was knocked out for seven hours really baffled him. He turned around and saw textbooks and patient charts beside him.

She stayed. She stayed with me.

He smiled to himself and he heard footsteps. He looked up and saw Leah, wearing his basketball shorts, shirt and socks. She was carrying a tray and was biting her lip in concentration.

"You are so pretty." Ethan said without thinking. His eyes widened and he wanted to smack himself but, seeing Leah smile at the compliment, made his heart do flips.

"Not satisfactory? Or appropriate?" She teased him as she set the tray down carefully. She wiped her hands on the shorts and pressed them to his forehead.

"Thankfully your temperature has gone down. I made you tomato soup and grilled chees-"

"But I'm not hungry!!"

"Shh. I am the doctor and it's doctors order."

"But I'm also a doctor. I'm the head of the diagnostics tea-"

"But right now, you are a patient. A pretty horrible one, if you ask me. Don't make me force you." She placed her hands on her waist and narrowed her eyes.

Ethan just turned his head the other way. He would have eaten it by himself, but he wanted Leah close to him.

Why are you so childish Ethan? He thought to himself.

"Fine." She threw her hands up and sat down next to him. Ethan scooted to make some place for her she she picked up the tray and placed half of it on her lap and half on his.

She dipped the spoon into the soup bowl , lifted the spoon and blew air on it to cool it down, before she made Ethan drink it. "Oh my god sunshine. This is so GOOOOD." Ethan moaned.

"Well thank you Dr Ramsey. I am deeply humbled." She gave a small smile before dipping the spoon into the bowl again.

And this happened back and forth. Leah fed him and at that moment Ethan almost wished that they were together. This felt so natural. Leah feeding him felt as if it had always been this way. His heart was melting with how much he loved this woman.

The same was with Leah. She stared at his ocean eyes and made him eat. They would casually joke and tease each other. There was just so much contentment at that moment that Leah couldn't help but pretend, that they were dating. This felt like second nature. This felt like forever.

And maybe, just for tonight, she would like to live in this illusion before she would have to go back to the way it was.

Back to the pining.

Back to the secret hand holding.

Back to the lingering gazes.

Ethan finished his meal and practically inhaled the cheesy goodness. "God sunshine, what would I do without you?"

"I dunno, die of boredom? Be super lonely? Show as many emotions as a block of granite?"

Ethan just shoved her and Leah's boisterous laughs echoed around the room. Ethan soon joined her chuckling. Jenner barked and jumped on to the bed, licking Ethan aggressively.

"I missed you too girl. Daddy is sorry for not spending time with his girl." He cooed to her as he scratched the behind of her ear. Leah shook her head and stood up.

"Eat your medicines and go to sleep, E." She said as she ruffled Ethan's hair. "And be a good girl for me Jenner." She scratched the dog's head and the dog reciprocated by licking Leah's hand.

"Are you staying?" Ethan asked hopefully, praying to God that she stays.

"Do you want me to?" Leah asked with one eyebrow raised.

He slowly nodded his head, so that he didn't look like a desperate creep.

She gave him a soft smile and went to the other side of the bed to clear up her things. She lifted the comforter and snuggled into the sheets.

Jenner hopped down from the bed and made herself comfortable on the floor, by Ethan's side.

After settling in, she turned to her side, so that she could stare at his handsome face.

"Hey."

"Hey sunshine." Ethan said as he turned on to his side as well.

The lay there face to face, not saying anything. The quietness caressed his skin like a cool summer breeze, smoothing his soul, taking away his jagged edges. Her silence was comforting and spoke for itself, it was peaceful in a way where you could feel at home and know that no matter what was happening, she was forever there for you.

He reached and cupped her cheek, running his thumb along her cheekbone. Leah reached and clasped his hand, leaning into his hand.

They didn't speak the entire night, they just lay there holding on to each other, their eyes conveying the words unsaid.

The smiles playing on their lips, conveyed their peacefulness and how much they enjoyed each other's company.

The limbs tangled underneath the sheets, conveyed their wishes to be together for eternity.

Their hands, which clutched each other conveyed a promise, a promise that no matter what, they will always be together.

A promise of forever.

The silence which stretched between them conveyed so many emotions which words can't describe.

And this is why, silence is golden.

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kouei116 · 5 years ago

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Jakou no Lyla - Trap of Musk: Asian night

Jakou no Lyla - Trap of Musk: Part 2 Asian Night - Korei Rin (seiyuu Okitsu Kazuyuki, e.g. Brothers Conflict Masaomi) the white hair guy. My favourite atm!（人´∀`*） - Kirei Rin (seiyuu Sato Takuya) the black hair guy

Korei: ...I am Korei, Rin Korei. White Lady (Hakujoushi) ... I have wanted to meet you so much ... finally I can meet you.

Korei really likes (well, obsessed abt) the Legend of White Snake - a Chinese legend abt the love of a human man and white snake spirit lady (you can read abt the legend on wiki), to the point that he refuses real life women because his heart already has the White Lady. Korei (older) and Kirei (younger) are brothers with different mothers. They visited Shanasa kingdom to attend the Princes Conference. They were walking around the market when Korei spotted MC - who is exactly how he imagined the White Lady to be.

Y: Crown Prince Kirei? Hey, please let me hear your voice more? Your voice calling my name...

Korei kept thinking abt MC as the real life White Lady and couldn't focus at all. Kirei was worried abt his brother’s state, and he was a bit interested in MC himself so he offered to go look for her. He found the show salon Kamal and was in awe of her dance performance. The Salon master invited Kirei to talk and suggested Kirei to hire MC on a mission: MC will act like the White Lady during the 9 day period of the Princes Conference to seduce Korei to love her enough and forget about ImaginaryWhiteLady; then on the last day, MC will refuse Korei, shattering his illusion abt the White Lady completely. Kirei is a play boy, he asked MC to try seduce him first: he bites on his fan, if MC can make him drop the fan, he will hire her. MC used her special tattoo, kissing his ear neck chest etc, eventually Kirei opened his mouth and tried to kiss her. She was abt to use her sleeping needle on him but luckily Salon Master came back into the room to tell Kirei it's time to talk abt the mission payment $$$

Korei: Ahhh... so sweet, the peach juice dripping down to your throat. Ahhhh.... more is steadily falling down.... So ripe and sweet ...Nnnnn.... Ahhh, White lady.... the peach juice on your white skin ... Nnnn... it's as if I'm eating peach. White Lady... please look at the peach stone, you have eaten it completely (so clean that there is only stone left). Fufu, how did it taste? There are still many peaches here ... do you want to eat another one?

Y (This person... gets ‘excited' by feeding me peaches.. !?)

MC tries to seduce Korei but every single time he politely steps back, e.g. she offered to sleep in his room (not really though, she planned to use sleeping needle on him so he’ll dream abt ‘sleeping’ with her) he gave her his room to sleep and slept in Kirei's room's sofa instead. She offered to take a bath together, he refused, she really insisted, he said fine but please keep thin bathing clothes on. He held her hand, looked at her with gentle eyes, praised her, cared for every teeny tiny details abt her, said he loves her a lot. MC is confused with these mixing signals (me too, though unlike MC, I'm too thirsty for PureKorei ლ(́◉◞౪◟◉‵ლ)), and asked him why, Korei said bc I love you, I want to treasure you. This moved her, bc during her missions, men jump at the chances to sleep with her/see her neked, but Korei is different from them.

Only this one time, Korei let her sit on a chair, tied her hands with soft cloth (very lightly, doesn't hurt at all, MC thought “By any chance he likes tying? :3) then... fed her a peach. The peach is large and juicy, when MC bite into it, the peach juice dripping down from her lip to her throat .... and Korei licked them all :3 Ohoho my ears were blessed ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Kirei: Ko-nii (Korei older brother), you are an Otaku. Oh, “Otaku” is from an island country’s language. It refers to people who are crazy about people that don't exist.

I seriously feel so attacked with this sentence lmao.

The girl in the middle is Miran. The Empress (Korei's mother) chose her to be Korei's wife but he kept refusing her because he already has his White Snake Lady, hence Kirei told Korei this.

Y: ... Crown Prince Korei will definitely become a wonderful Emperor.

Kirei: Y... Hey, I want to be seduced by you ... Because very soon, I won't be able to meet you again.... Y... Is it ok?

It's nearly the last day of the Princes Conference but Korei still hasn't really fallen for MC yet, so she visited Kirei's room to discuss how to proceed. Poor Kirei, he likes MC and has to look at her trying to seduce his older brother all these time. I was aiming for Korei's route so I selected Use Sleeping Needle option on him. The next day, Kirei woke up extremely happy thinking he slept with MC but she wasn't next to him though. He ran to her room to find her, but she told him nope, they didn't sleep together, she wants to focus on finishing her mission.

Y (This person is really good at dancing...)

MC and Kirei dance together (a type of dancing while holding weapons, MC holds a sword while Kirei holds fans) at the party.

Tbh by the end of the common room and the first half of Korei's route, I was very worried that this will end badly because Korei seems like he is still obsessed with the White Lady and may not love MC for herself at all ( ；´Д｀) But I'm glad the last half went ok, he has a reason from his past why he behaves like this (the White Lady obsession and the abstinence), just needs to communicate better to MC. Korei's confession and good end are very sweet and fluffyyy. He's such a cute dork otaku and still has strong resolve to protect his family and his kingdom people, oughhh I luv him, esp ThirstyKorei ღゝ◡╹)ノ♡ Yep, I just need to pass the exam and I'll be free to write his route summary ;u;

Before I play otome games, I was really into Chinese love stories (books and TV dramas). Korei's white hair reminds me of Dong Hua Emperor in Three Lives, Three Worlds, Ten Miles of Peach Blossoms who I really like. In Korei's happy end CG, Korei looks quite similar to Dong Hua so yep, this is the final push for Korei to jump to my fav suitor spot. Don't worry Rolan, I still luv you a lot~

Surprisingly Kirei grows on me. He is a playboy but in front of MC (who he likes), he turns into a blushing pouting mess. Kirei and MC's banters are very funny bc both of them are very good at seducing the opposite sex so Kirei's cheesy lines don't work on her. Kirei really cares for his family (Korei and the younger sisters) and by the end of Korei's good end, he plays around less, and works very hard as Korei's right hand man.

#jakou no lyla #trap of musk #korei rin #kirei rin #kouei116 translation #kouei116 nintendoswitch

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joonietonin · 5 years ago

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Let's talk about Ethan Ramsey and MC:

Okay loves, this post does contain some NSFW spoilers if you haven't played the latest chapter yet. ( ꈍᴗꈍ)

First off, THANK YOU JACKIE/SIENNA for knocking some sense into MC to contact Ethan. I swear our dumb bitch would've just sat there and watched television to spend their time. And "I hate texting" = classic Ethan Ramsey. I don't know one dialogue that encapsulates Ethan's personality more than the one above.

Now, let's talk about my favourite person aka Ethan Ramsey. I swear him and MC act like a whole ass married couple. Him snorting at MC's outfit? married. Him joking about MC joining a cult? married. Him pouring MC a drink and get happy when she accepts it? married. Him *finally* letting his guard down and sharing his fears with MC? married but also, CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT.

My MC chose to, well, stab her finger in his chest and demanded for answers. The angst™ was absolutely beautiful but the way Ethan finally gave MC the answers they wanted. And honestly, did we really think Ethan would hear about MC's probable trial and not help them out? Impossible. He already tried but well, Harper Emery told him he was biased. And him admitting that he, in fact, was biased towards MC was really such a heartfelt moment. It was when Ethan truly let all his guards down and let MC know that she/he were different and that she/he meant a lot to him.

The best part about the chapter was, well obviously, MC getting to fuck Ethan. But it's also important to note the build up leading to THE moment. What I really liked is that unlike all other times where it was MC who suggested or well, initiated the kiss or anything romantic. This time it was Ethan. His whole "I'm not your boss anymore and that means..." and then of course, "his hands on your wrist, his body pushing you against the kitchen island" Ethan finally showed MC that he wanted her/him as much as she/he wanted him and I LOVE THE FACT THAT ETHAN INITIATED THE FIRST MOVE. Poetic cinema, if you will? :')

And the whole scene was PERFECT. It was exactly what we hoped from Ethan Ramsey. I literally burst into flames when he said,"I want you.. you have no idea how much I've wanted you." He's older, more experienced and that showed in his work (even in the bedroom, well, ESPECIALLY in the bedroom) and he took his time, making sure that this was not a quick one time fuck they'll both forget after some time. He made sure that MC would remember this night for the rest of her/his life. I love how he put his whole focus on MC. He took his time, put equal attention to all parts of their body that brought them pleasure. Side note: MC is really a dumb dork, here a man is saying all these sexy things while kissing all parts of their body and they say,"Your stubble tickles." I literally snorted lmaoooo. And then I freaked out when Ethan said he should shave BECAUSE NO BITCH, you won't shave. NOT ON MY WATCH. So, I really liked that they put one light moment in this wholesome heated scene. It was cute but now let's focus on the sexy: ETHAN RAMSEY FOREPLAYING IT OUT WITH MC AGAINST HIS GLASS WINDOW THAT HOLDS THE VIEW OF THE CITY? I combusted. My MC is female - Him holding her from the back, sucking on her earlobe? Playing with her breasts? His hands reaching down to her core to pleasure her? Doing all three at the same time? I mean, I do not understand how MC stood straight because I was already melted in a pool and I was just the reader lmao. And the scene after that was perfect. Him still asking for consent after they had come so far. We stan a woke, sweet man who cares about MC. "I want it to be as special as you are." I MEAN??? HOW IS THIS MAN THE SEXIEST MAN TO EVER EXIST IN ONE MOMENT AND THEN THE SWEETEST BEAN THE NEXT?! ETHAN RAMSEY EXPLAIN YOURSELF. To wrap it up, this scene was everything I ever hoped for. Actually scratch that, it was more than everything.

Welp, this post is getting really long so I'll try to wrap everything up quickly. The whole after sex cuddling thing? CUTE. Him thinking that he couldn't be the man and mentor MC deserved literally broke my heart. But MC reassuring him with a kiss and their words was everything. Then MC asking Ethan to be there at the hearing and him saying,"Then I'll be there. Just.. don't give up. Don't you dare give up." AND LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, DOCTOR ETHAN RAMSEY IS BACK. THAT'S THE ETHAN WE KNOW AND LOVE. The one who encourages MC to take risks, the one who pushes her/him to not give up. The mentor MC deserves and to think, Ethan thought he had failed her/him! Oh Dr. Ramsey, even when you don't know it, you're always there for MC encouraging her and pushing her/him to achieve greater heights. That's what I love the most about Ethan and MC's relationship.

All that matters is that MC is there for Ethan and Ethan is there for MC. They finally pulled the last string and did what they had to do and IT WAS GLORIOUS. Also, side note: I think Ethan will be ecstatic to learn whatever revelation MC had whilst talking to Dirty Laundry. And I also think that revelation will somewhat also help MC at the hearing. But that's for next week, for now, let's just celebrate the fact that Dr. Ethan Ramsey and mc FINALLY slept together and it was WORTH THE WAIT. Peace. :') ❤️

#choices #pixelberry #playchoices #open heart #ethan ramsey #ethan x mc #dr ethan ramsey #mc x ethan ramsey #edenbrook #it finally happened #we did it fam

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smarti-at-smogwarts · 4 years ago

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The Venturi Family

I wanted to make a post about my MC’s family, since their reactions to some parts of the gameplay have been noodling around in my brain. Only the immediate family though.

Jacob Derek Venturi

FC Michael Seater

Jacob was the first born son of Abigail Rowle and George Venturi, and the older brother of Edwin and Marti Venturi. He was the one out of his siblings to spend the most time with his parents together and while their separation was hard for him to deal with at first he started noticing his mother was in a better mood and overall better to be around after the separation. Jacob was four years old when his little brother Edwin was born and ten years old when Marti was born, as such his relationships with them were different. With Edwin they were more brothers than anything and often he teased him as much as played with him and bossed him around. Marti however due to him being younger and their parents separating when she was still in diapers he became much more a doting older brother. He did however care about and was protective of both his siblings.

He had a good relationship with his parents though he was a bit closer to his father because of him keeping custody of him and his siblings. Abby visited and kept him for weekends so overall he was fairly affectionate and close to both of them. He knew he could get away with more with his father since out of the two, he was a bit more lax in parenting and could often take advantage of that though since the separation was civil they tended to stick together when he was -inevitably- punished for something [ ‘’why can’t you not get along like most divorced parents..yeah i know grounded.’’]

Personality-wise Jacob was charismatic and outgoing, which gained him a lot of friends wherever he went. Having been an only child for four years and then still the eldest, and been born to fairly young parents who could be said to be a bit soft on him, he grew up with the mentality that he could get get away with things if he just figured out how to get what he wanted. He was sneaky and a bit snarky and was known for pulling pranks and getting in trouble but it was mostly kid stuff..until his alleged involvement with [Redacted] after his disappearance came through. He was known in his time at school as an affable and charismatic kid, if a bit known for getting Howlers and well acquainted with the detention process.

Due to how long he has been missing. ( he was sixteen when he went missing and would have been twenty one as of Marti’s first year.) The case of his disappearance has more or less gone cold.

George Antonio Venturi

FC: John Ralston

gif by yours truly

George works as an wizard attorney. He’s an alumni of Hufflepuff house and married one of his closest friends ( Abigail) straight out of Hogwarts. This was done partly so that Abigail could escape an incredibly toxic home. However, if you asked him he’d say at the time he did love her.

It became apparent however as time passed ( and three children were born) their marriage seemed to become strained. They separated with George keeping custody of the kids.

Due to his own strict upbringing, he has a very lax style of parenting, often trying to be their kids friend as well as parent: ( More so with Jacob than Ed and Marti since Jacob caught him younger) an approach he also takes with his step children. While this can often catch him criticism there’s no question his children adore him.

He was really close to his son Jacob and losing him was absolutely devastating to him. If it wasn’t for his other two kids he might as well not have been able to keep going.

His dating and marriage to Nora was something he was hesitant about ( not in the least because there were children involved on both sides but also because of how badly losing his son had hit him) but it has helped him move forward after all the grief he experienced.

Abigail Leticia Rowle

FC : Amy Adams

Abigail comes from a highly extremist and toxic family. The Rowles affiliated with Voldemort during the first wizarding war and had very high expectations of the children of their house. For Abigail, Hogwarts was an escape; one that she knew wouldn’t last long as she would have to leave upon graduation. This is something that she knows influenced her decision to marry one of her best friend from Hogwarts who ( as a pureblood wizard) was also acceptable for her family and so wouldn’t bring retribution for them.

There’s no doubt she loved George but as time passed she realized she was’t happy. She had spent all her life in survival mode due to her parents and now that she was out she was starting to realize how much it influenced her decision. She loved her children, but she slowly realized she could not be a good parent to them in the state she was in.

She separated from George ( after making sure her family could not contact her about it) and more or less gave him full custody of their 3 kids with her doing visits to spend time with them.

Her friendship with George survived this and they were still friends as exes and able to coparent ( though undoubtedly George did more as he had full custody, this was okay with both of them) However, Jacob’s disappearance put a strain in it neither one has been able to mend. Like George, Abby blames herself for how things with Jacob turned out and when things were at their worst they couldn’t help but project that blame to each other. She still visits Ed and Marti but her interactions with George are much more brief and cold.

Edwin Alphonse Venturi

FC : Chris Wood

Jacob and Marti’s middle sibling and George and Abby’s middle child. Edwin was born when Jacob was 4-5 and is also 4-5 years older than Marti ( so is in his 5th year as of her first year and graduates after her second year) He’s a Ravenclaw and a foil to his extroverted outgoing little sister. Edwin is much more likely to be found buried in books than around people. Due to Jacob’’s loss ( which happened in when he was 10-11) and how much it affected him he is fiercely protective of his family. ( which Marti sometimes finds annoying though she is just as protective of him even if it shows less/differently )

He and Marti have a very “dork” “brat” relationship though they also have each other’s back unconditionally as they share the title of “Jacob’s sibling”

Unlike Marti tough, the wants to move on from Jacob and all the pain it caused him and as the game progresses is likely to react Badly to her thinking she can find him. Their beliefs about Jacob and reactions to his disappearance and rumors thereafter are already a strain between them as of year one. (Considering Plot happens from then on it’s safe to say it’ll only grow. )

10 facts about Edwin

Elizabeth Blair -Lizzie- Mcdonald

FC: Jordan Todosey

Lizzie is a Hufflepuff and also Marti and Edwin’s step sister and George’s step daughter. She is Nora’s youngest daughter and how Nora met George. She’s the only witch in her family and became best friends with Edwin shortly after their families blended ( actually George and Nora met Because they were both school shopping and Nora looked understandably lost ) She also has a pretty good big sister/little sister relationship with Marti. She’s in Edwin’s year and like him will have graduated as of Marti’s second year.

Lizzie’s the embodiment of Hufflepuff’s traits of kindness and tolerance ( and patience, enough to befriend Edwin at his angriest) .She’s supportive of her family and friends and tends to be the voice of reason for whichever sibling she’s with. Her two main loves are animals and quiditch. She plays as a beater for the Hufflepuff team. She also has enough pets ( both magical and not) George jokingly got her zoo sign to put on her bedroom door. ( Marti liking snakes is absolutely her influence) She’s likely to wind up working in Magizoology.

Nora Jean Mcdonald.

FC: Emily Deschanel

The stepmother to Edwin and Marti Venturi and wife to George Venturi. Nora was introduced to the magical world when her youngest daughter turned 12 and received her Hogwarts letter. She started dating George when Edwin and Lizzie were 13 and Marti was 8. She adores her husband and his kids and from the get-go made a point to treat them as her own.

Cassandra Imogen Mcdonald

FC: Cassidy Freeman

Nora’s first daughter. Her mother married George Venturi when she was 17-18. Went to an all girls school while her sister went to Hogwarts. As such she doesn’t have much interaction with the magical world or her stepsiblings, though she was exposed to it before moving out of her parent’s house. She does keep in touch with them though even if she’s more distant. She lives with her girlfriend Emily Davis ( fc Madeleine Mantock) in muggle Brittain. She cares a lot about her mom and little sister, and is happy they have people to help them through everything that comes from navigating the magical world.

Pets

Ozzie the Owl

Ozzy belonged to Jacob and was named after a musician he liked. After Jacob’s disappearance he was almost given away by a grief stricken George but was saved by Edwin. He resides with Edwin in Ravenclaw tower and is for all intents and purposes his owl.

Mickey the Snake

Mickey is a grass snake ( a smooth snake specifically) that was found hurt by Marti on one of her visits to her mother. After he was nursed back to health Marti decided to keep him. He lives in Marti’s room. Marti’s very attached to him.

Ignoring Lizzie’s pets because as said before that would take a whole nother post.

#im not super happy with some of the actresses but overall i dig this #George also has a short eared owl he uses #but I havent figure out his name yet #Jacob's Sibling #Marti Beatrice Venturi #HPHM #this was my first time making a gif like ever

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heauxplesslydevoted · 5 years ago

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All I Have Is Memories (M!Raleigh x MC)

Summary: Raleigh isn’t handling the breakup well.

Word Count: 3.4K+ Honestly two thousand words longer than I originally anticipated. I have no self control.

A/N: My crybaby ass was in shambles writing it, so I hope you enjoy the fruits of my labor. All italicized parts are flashbacks, and my MC’s name is Cassandra Paige

Tag List: @x-kyne-x @paulfwesley @ramseyandrys @choicesobsessedd @a-i-n-a-a-s-h @furiouscloddonutpeanut @livedinawomansworld

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“So tell me again what I’m doing tonight,” Raleigh orders, putting on his sunglasses.

“Just a simple club appearance,” Raleigh’s manager Mason answers. “Luxe in Midtown is hosting a launch party for some model’s Ciroc collab. I think it’s one of the Hadids or some other nepotism model or another.”

“Ciroc?” Raleigh grimaces. “I don’t even like vodka, especially that cheap shit.”

“I don’t care what you do with the Ciroc. Drink it, pour it down the drain, use it to start a fire for all I care. It’s 75 thousand dollars for a few hours of your time and as much vodka your liver can handle, and you don’t even have to perform.”

Raleigh doesn’t give a reply. The rest of the car ride is filled with silence, for which Raleigh is grateful. He doesn’t want to talk, especially about work. He really wants to close his eyes and take a little cat nap.

He’s been on a run, doing pop up shows and club appearances almost every night for the past month and a half. Mason was loving it. Raleigh’s popularity had somehow skyrocketed even more after his “breakup” with Cassandra, and Mason Bentley was always one to strike while the iron was hot. And in the beginning, Raleigh didn’t mind either. He needed the distraction, he needed his mind to be on anything other than Cassandra freaking Paige.

He had been in multiple fake relationships. He knew they had a shelf life of 6 months at maximum before TPTB stepped in and put an end to everything, but he didn’t think it would happen with her. He thought she was different, he thought they were different.

What started out as something fake had quickly turned into something real. It was less paparazzi runs, and more kisses when the fans and cameras weren’t around, late night sleepovers, hookups in bathrooms and coat closets at big industry events, and tiny moments of intimacy such as hand holding, her tracing nonsensical patterns into his chest after sex, and staying up late at night, swapping childhood stories.

It’s been two months since their split, and it’s still as fresh as ever in his mind.

They’re sitting at an outside cafe not too far from Central Park, He’s eating a bagel and people watching when Cassandra finally speaks up.

“So we’ve been at this for a few months now.” she starts. “And I think we’ve reached the end of the road with the fake relationship thing.”

Raleigh doesn’t say anything immediately. He honestly forgot the reason they were put together in the first place. He needed image rehab, and she needed publicity. “I think you and I stopped with the whole fake relationship thing a few months ago, Andy.”

“Yeah,” she agrees with a subtle nod.

She doesn’t speak again and Raleigh feels the hair on the back of his neck stand to attention. He sits up straighter and looks at Cassandra. He notes that she can’t look him in the eyes, opting to focus on her lap instead. “Cassandra, look at me. Just what are you trying to say?”

After a long while, she finally looks up at him. Her eyes are large and glossy, as if she’s on the verge of tears. “I think the real part of our relationship needs to come to an end too.”

In that moment it feels like all of the air has been pulled out of his lungs. Is he...being dumped?

“What?”

“If we’re ending things publicly, I think it’ll work out better if we severed everything,” Cassandra continues. “Things will be less messy.”

Raleigh’s jaw clenches. “Wow, did you just repeat verbatim some bullshit Fiona force fed you?”

“Raleigh-”

“What, I’m right, right? She’s putting you up to this?”

“Yes, but-”

“So don’t do it!”

“I’m not you, I can’t afford to blatantly disregard my manager and piss off the label. We can still be friends, but our arrangement snowballed into something different than what we intended.”

“But I don’t want to end this. I want you, I l-” He’s able to catch himself before he makes a bigger fool of himself, but it’s too late. They both know what he was about to say.

I love you.

Raleigh doesn’t have time to pivot and steer the conversation in a different direction because before he can open his mouth again, he spots a paparazzo taking pictures of them, barely hiding behind a bush. That’s when he gets angry. “Is that why we’re here? Why we’ve been in Central Park all fucking day, so these vultures can get a piece of the pie?”

He knows that this is how these types of things work. Things have to end with a bang, not a fizzle, but he doesn’t give a fuck. That was before. Before he actually gave a damn about the other person, before he actually felt something.

He composes himself though, closing his eyes. He isn’t going to give the tabloids the satisfaction of getting raw footage of Raleigh Carrera having a complete meltdown in public. “I thought you were different, you know. I thought you weren’t like the rest of these fake industry people.”

“I’m not!” Cassandra argues.

“I thought we had something real.”

“We do, we did. But I can’t just-”

“Whatever,” Raleigh interjects. He stands abruptly. “And for the record, no we can absolutely not still be friends after this.”

Raleigh is thankfully pulled out of his thoughts before he has to relive any more of that tragic day. He hates thinking about it, he hates being that vulnerable.

The limo he’s riding in comes to a screeching halt in front of Luxe, and he hops out, Mason not too far behind. They’ve gone all out for this party. Red carpet, tons of celebrities (though he’s clearly the biggest name there), and lots of press. Paparazzi is yelling, calling out his name, reporters are practically shoving each other in order to get closer to him, hoping to be the lucky SOB that gets to interview him.

Mason points Raleigh in the direction of a reporter from Charttopper. Raleigh plasters on his best industry smile and heads over.

“Raleigh, hi. Janet Carmichael from Charttopper News, thank you stopping to chat!”

“Oh, thank you for having me, Janet.”

“Can I just say that you are killing it right now!”

“Thank you.”

“Seriously, I mean. The start of your victory lap was your latest single, a sultry collab with fellow R&B crooner Bryson Tiller called Wrong. It’s been out for three weeks and it’s already gone platinum. How does it feel?”

“It feels great,” Raleigh says. “I’ve been in this industry since I was a kid, I’m just glad the people still enjoy my work.”

“That’s a complete understatement, we more than love it.”

“I’m glad.”

“Now tell me, the song is about a man expressing some angst and guilt over a relationship gone wrong.” Raleigh tenses. He already knows where this lady is going to go with her line of questioning. “You recently went through a breakup, with up and coming pop sensation, Cassandra Paige.”

“Yeah.”

“Was she the inspiration behind the ballad?”

“No,” Raleigh replies. “I had been working on that song long before Andy and I broke up.”

And that’s the truth. The song had been in the making for months. In fact, Cassandra sat in on a few of his sessions.

“You want to have a fake snowball fight with all of these pieces of paper,” Raleigh suggests, tossing a crumpled piece at Cassandra. She quickly bats it away before it can hit her forehead.

“You’re supposed to be writing, mister,” Cassandra teases with an eye roll.

“But I have writer's block.” The two of them have been locked up in the studio for hours, crumpled pieces of paper strewn about, Raleigh’s guitar haphazardly dangling from the back of a chair. He had sent the rest of his team—sound engineer, mixers, and producer—away a long time ago. “Nothing sounds right, and the label is being annoying, pressuring me. Raleigh Carrera doesn’t do well under pressure. Raleigh Carrera needs time and space.”

“You are such a dork.”

“Just don’t tell anyone,” Raleigh shoots back with a smirk.

“Your secret is safe with me.�� Cassandra sits back on the comfortable sleeper sectional that takes up a lot of the studio space. “Come here, come sit with me.”

“Andy”

“I’m not taking no for an answer. Come sit.”

Raleigh obliges and sits next to Cassandra. She pulls him back further so his back is on her chest and she nuzzles her face into his neck, wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders.

“What are we doing?” Raleigh asks.

“I’m hugging you,” Cassandra says simply. “Hugging is good for you, it lowers anxiety and stress levels. You were on the verge of spiraling.”

“You know how it is, releasing a buzz single to get hype for an album. They want something deep, something sad. Something that’ll make Toni Braxton’s music look cheery.”

“Yikes. Why so glum?”

“It’s a niche market that’s currently untapped. People miss the heartbreak of 90s R&B. The crying, the begging, the dramatic music videos. They need me to fill that void. They’re all but demanding it. I don’t work well with demands.”

“I know it’s easier said than done, but you need to relax.” Raleigh snorts at the suggestion. “I’m serious. Music can not be forced, it has to be felt. It has to flow.”

“Sometimes I wish I didn’t write my own music. It’d be easier to have someone else do it and then head straight to the booth.”

“Let’s see if I can help you. Tell me what comes to mind when I say these words. Heartbreak?”

“Crush.”

“Loss?”

“Gain.”

“Pain?”

“Hurt.”

“Okay, so give me some bars,” Cassandra demands.

“What?”

“You heard me. Don’t think about it, just go. Start singing.”

“I can’t just—” Cassandra cuts Raleigh off by flicking his ear. “Hey! What was that for?”

Cassandra flicks his ear again. “You better get to singin’!”

Raleigh ponders the words. “I gave you my heart, all you did was give me pain. You played me like a fool, look at this mess you’ve made. I’m stuck with all of the memories, heartbreak’s my only gain. Caught in your web of love, I feel so ashamed.”

Cassandra smiles. “Look at you!”

“It still needs some fine tuning.”

“Yeah, but it sounds like you’re on your way to a bridge. It’s more than you had 10 minutes ago.”

“How are you so optimistic all the time?”

“I just am.”

Raleigh bends down to kiss Cassandra’s arm. “Thank you.”

“No problem.”

He turns around and lifts himself up so he’s hovering over Cassandra. “I feel like I should repay you in some way.”

“Mmmm, I’m pretty sure you can think of something,” Cassandra runs her hands through Raleigh’s hair. “I accept payment in the form of kisses.”

“You drive a hard bargain, Miss Paige, but I think I can manage.” Cassandra tilts her head up and presses her lips against his in a soft kiss that he instantly heats up.

Raleigh manages to flip them around so Cassandra is straddling him without breaking the kiss. If he wasn’t so wrapped up in what he was doing, he’d boast about it, but he’s too focused on the task at hand. His hands dig into the soft flesh of her thighs and he’s sure there will be marks there come morning time. Good. He wants her marked as his

He sits up, his back against the arm of the couch, pulling Cassandra in closer to him. His lips travel, planting kisses on her neck and collarbone, leaving goosebumps in their wake. His hands find the hem on the shirt she’s wearing and he tugs it up, yanking it off of her body. His hands roam her skin appreciatively. She’s soft, so soft it should be illegal. It was unfair for one person to be so perfect.

“Sh-shouldn’t we be working on your song?”

Raleigh quickly finds the class of her bra and he unhooks it expertly. “The song can wait, I have better things to do.”

“Aw, you have a nickname for her,” Janet coos.

“Huh?”

“Cassandra. You call her Andy.”

Raleigh mentally curses himself for letting it slip out. Everyone else refers to the singer as Cassandra or Cassie, but not him. She was his Andy. She’d joke that if she was Andy, he was her Woody. He’s mad at himself for exposing their private, intimate thing to the world. He just shrugs it off. “Oh. Yeah.”

“Speaking of Cassandra, have you spoken to her since the breakup?”

“No, I haven’t seen her, I haven’t spoken to her. But she’s killing it out here, and I’ll always be supportive of her and her career. Always.”

Raleigh can tell it wasn’t the soundbite she was expecting, and he has to hold back his smirk. He’d never trash her publicly, despite the messy media outlets and overzealous fans stoking the flames.

“Well thank you so much for stopping to talk to me. Enjoy the party!”

Raleigh doesn’t even respond. He just shuffles through the throngs of people until he’s inside the club. It’s packed and he can barely hear himself think. Before he can register what’s going on, someone is ushering him into a secluded VIP area, and handing him a drink, which he happily accepts.

A few hours go by, and Raleigh has never been more grateful for the passage of time. He’s no longer contractually obligated to be there and he can finally leave. All night long people are coming up to him left and right, posing for pictures, offering to get him food and drinks.

And the women are relentless with their flirting. Everyone wants a piece of him, and they make no qualms about it. Between the half naked bottle girls constantly circling the section and the fellow VIP party goers clinging onto him in hopes that they’ll be the lucky girl that he takes home, it’s overwhelming.

He never thought the day would come where he’s actually tired of clubbing, but it’s here. He’d rather be anywhere else. The only bright spot was the alcohol.

He stumbles into his Tribeca apartment a little after 1AM. He doesn’t even bother changing his clothes, he just collapses face first into his comforter.

His phone starts buzzing in his pocket and he groans. After pulling it out, he sees it’s just a Google Alert for an article about him.

‘Exclusive: Raleigh Carrera Opens Up About Singer Ex-Girlfriend for First Time Since Split!’

Underneath the title of the article is a picture of him and Cassandra together. She’s sitting on his lap and he’s whispering in her ear. Her head is thrown back and she’s laughing hysterically at whatever he’s saying. He can’t remember. The important thing is that he made her laugh.

Seeing that picture of them makes his heart thud wildly in his chest. He’d done a good job of blocking her out, for the most part. Skipping her songs on playlists because he wasn’t ready to hear her voice again, muting all of her social media account but never unfollowing or blocking her. He’s caught in a weird limbo of not wanting to see her and not wanting to let her go.

Before his heart or brain can object, his fingers are dialing her number. He knows the 10 digit sequence by heart.

After a few rings, the line in picked up. “Hello?”

“Cassandra?”

“Raleigh?” Her voice is deep, and Raleigh can surmise that she was asleep when he called.

“I’m sorry, did I wake you up? I didn’t even trip off of the time.”

“I was just up. I was catching up on all of the recorded shows taking up space on my DVR and I must’ve dozed.”

“If you were sleeping, don’t let me hold you up.”

“Is everything okay?”

What a loaded question.

“I don’t know, I just wanted to hear your voice.”

“What was streaming my songs not good enough?” He can tell that she’s teasing, her tone light.

“Nothing is better than the real deal, baby.”

“Well, since I’m on the phone, we might as well talk. How have you been? I heard your new single. It’s the one—”

“The one you forced me to start?” Raleigh finishes with a smirk. “Yeah.”

“I think I deserve a writing credit. I played a pivotal role in that song’s conception.”

“I’ll have my people call your people.”

“But seriously, you’ve been working like crazy. Good for you.”

“I hate it,” Raleigh confesses quietly. “I’m exhausted, completely burnt out. It feels like I’m running a race, but the finish line keeps getting pushed back. Or like I’m a hamster on a wheel.”

“Why don’t you stop?”

“Because I’m running from you.”

“Me?”

“I needed to stay busy. I needed to have always have something to look towards, because if I’d stop, I’d think of you. And I’d break.”

The line goes silent for a long time and Raleigh gets nervous. Did he say too much?

“So, what made you decide to call?”

“Because you’re all I can think about. You’ve consumed my thoughts all day, good, bad and in between. I was at the hottest event of the week and all I wanted to do was be with you. I wanted to be at your apartment, curled up in your blankets, binge watching It’s Always Sunny reruns.” Raleigh feels a lump form in his throat and he awkwardly coughs. “And how I wanted to smell the perfume of yours that I’m so obsessed with. And run my fingers through your pink hair. And you’d correct me and say it’s not pink, it’s rose gold, and I’d call it pink again just to annoy you.”

“It’s kinda sad. My latest single has received critical acclaim, it’s already certified, I’m getting early Grammy buzz. I just bought my parents the house of their dreams in San Juan, I made $75 thousand dollars tonight for a stupid appearance. Hell, I’m calling you from my multi-million dollar Tribeca condo, and I should be ecstatic. Raleigh Carrera is on top of the fucking world right now, and I hate to sound ungrateful, but I can’t bring myself to feel joy about any of it. I feel like my insides aren’t connected to my outsides, and my insides are just hollow. This celebrity shit is draining me. The appearances, the interviews, the fake relationships and feuds, all of it. Like I said before, I’m tired. And I just...really fucking miss you, Andy. You were the only real thing I had in this crowd of bullshit, the only person I cared about out here. I’m sorry for rambling, I’m kind of tipsy right now.”

“Oh god, are you going to wake up tomorrow and regret this entire conversation?”

“Of course not,” he says earnestly. “A drunk mind speaks sober thoughts, and all that jazz.”

“This hasn’t been the easiest for me either,” Cassandra admits, her voice shaking slightly. Raleigh frowns at the thought of her crying on the other end of the phone. “I really miss you too.”

“I’m glad I’m not the only one struggling.” And he means it. Knowing she felt even slightly similar to him made all the difference.

“Not in the slightest.”

“So what do we do? Are we going to be slaves to our shitty contracts for the rest of our lives?” Raleigh asks rhetorically.

“I don’t know.”

“Yeah, I don’t know either.”

They sit in silence for a long time, not knowing what to say, but not wanting to the conversation to end either. They just listen to the sound of each other’s deep breathing.

“Hey, Cassandra?”

“Yes?”

“I’m really sleepy.”

Raleigh hears her giggle on the other line and his stomach flips. God, he’s missed that sound. “Go to sleep, superstar. It’s really late.”

“No,” he says stubbornly. “I want to keep hearing your voice. Stay on until I fall asleep.”

“And talk about what?”

“I don’t care. Whatever you want to talk about.”

Cassandra humors his request and launches into a mini rant about a fitting for some award show she’s scheduled to present at. She and Zadie aren’t seeing eye to eye on what she should wear at all, and they were in a stalemate.

He tries to keep up with her, interjecting with commentary and now and again, but after a few minutes, he stops responding all together.

“Raleigh?” She prods. “Raleigh are you sleeping?” He doesn’t say anything but she hears him breathing softly on the other line. He’s out like a light. “I love you too, Raleigh.”

And with that, she hangs up.

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Quick Thoughts on TRH Book 1, Chapter 13 (One Last Yeehaw)

• It's the chapter everyone's been waiting for! We're pregnant, we get to tell our spouses, we get to tell our friends, we get to tell the courtly ladies, Olivia wears leather, our MCs get to buy a crib for an poppy seed-sized something in their womb that doesn't even know what hands and legs are yet (forget cribs), and the best news of all...WE ARE FINALLLY LEAVING TEXAS!!!!

• If you don't want to see this post on your dash, these are the tags to block: #trh quick thoughts, #trh qts, #trh qt reblogs and #long post.

• Screenshots:

Hana: The Universal Studios 77 YouTube channel

Drake: @thefirstcourtesan and the HIMEME YouTube channel

Maxwell: @itsbrindleybinch

Title: Spreading the Word

Alternative Title: It's a Child, Not the Gospel 🤦🏽‍♀

• Before I start talking about the chapter...storytime!

• Sooo...my first pregnancy was a couple of years ago. And I like telling the story of how I broke it to my husband coz it is pretty damn funny. We'd been trying for two years, and had a couple of times when our tests would be met with a disappointing negative. So by the time I did get pregnant, the hubby was a little wary of hoping too soon.

• I had an inkling just before my periods were expected to arrive, because I found myself flopping down on the bed immediately after work, without even making dinner. No morning sickness, no giddiness initially, just constantly feeling so tired. Anyway, hubby insisted I wait a couple days more before a test because he was too afraid of getting his hopes up, and I agreed.

• I took my test around 4 or 5 that morning? And had to wait a couple minutes for the lines...and THERE WERE TWO. Do you really think I could keep such news to myself for more than ten seconds?? (even that was too much). Of course I was going to shake poor hubby awake and show him the test.

• It took five vigorous shakes to wake the poor guy up, and as soon as he was somewhat awake I shoved the test in his face (I was excited ok! 🙈) forgetting that without his glasses he couldn't see shit (very high power). "I can't see anything," he said sleepily, so I gave him his glasses. Ensuing conversation went as follows.

H: There are two lines.

Me: Yeah...sooooo...? 😀😀

H (sudden realization what two lines are supposed to mean): OMG there are two lines??? *sleepy smile*

Me: YES. I'M PREGNANT.

H (weakly): Yayyyy. (pause)...can I go back to sleep now?

Me: But what will I do???

H: You also sleep.

Me (running on sheer adrenaline now) : I CAN'T SLEEP I JUST FOUND OUT I'M PREGNANT.

H: Oooookay. (is too sleepy at this point to process anything).

Me: (excitedly hops over to Google at 5.20 in the morning and types out "I'm 4 weeks pregnant now what")

LMAO. That first pregnancy was quite something.

• The chapter begins with the MC sending her spouse a text. Depending on whether you mentioned a surprise, mentioned that you need to have a talk or texted emojis instead, the LI will react accordingly.

• With the surprise option, the LI flirts with her. With "we need to talk", they appear tense and believe she's angry with them. The emoji option is the funniest, coz the MC sends a string of emojis with the last one being this: 🍞, and the LIs are confused and referencing the bread (I've seen only two routes of this one - Liam talks about the Cordonian Baker's Festival which will only happen after a couple months, and Hana speaks about a bread course). The MC is puzzled at first, then gets to choose how to tell her spouse the news.

• AAAAAND NOW THEY KNOW.

Liam: Ecstatic and excited at the thought of holding his own child in his arms. Immediately after, he worries over the preparations they will need to make, the childproofing of the throne room and the things they will need to get ready, and it is the MC who calms him down.

I personally love that the narrative makes a mention of Liam "recentering himself" here, because it does show me that this is a rare display of raw emotion, of Liam letting go of his control, and you get a glimpse of what calming down for him looks like. Wish it hasn't taken four books to actually muster up the effort to write that.

Hana: One of the sweetest reactions ever - "We're going to be moms?" and a hearty squeal after that. She then becomes emotional and teary, cries with joy. There's some gentle teasing of each other where they call each other "cute", and then Hana tells her she's so glad she gets to share both this moment and this entire journey of pregnancy with the MC.

Hana doesn't show many signs of her intensive planning in this particular scene, because this - again - calls for raw emotion where the LI basically forgets their "normal" and truly savours that moment, but we do see signs of the same type of planning in other scenes.

Maxwell: WHOOPS with joy and excitement as soon as he realizes. Wants to scream out the news on a mountaintop. He promises the MC that their family will be the most awesome, most fun one that the kingdom has ever seen.

I love how Maxwell's overall vibe in this chapter seems to reflect his family situation - he definitely wants to be the exact opposite to his own child what his father has been to him. It's a pity they don't explore that enough.

Drake: Wild with joy, can't stop grinning. But also worried about whether he is being careless with the MC and is overly concerned for her. Calls her not just by her surname but also her first name. I wonder if that should be added to my Book 1 tallies 😂

• That TRR lullaby music is going to be played so much after this that we'll eventually get sick of it. I know it. I know it already.

• The LIs also get to check in with the MC about how she's feeling, and you as the reader get to decide how she is feeling at the moment (ecstatic, nervous, scared?). We also get the option to decide when to break the news to our friends (at the reception itself, or the next morning at breakfast). I think enough of us had an axe to grind with Savannah and Bertrand for the stunt they pulled (with our help) last book, that most people slammed that "reception" button like their lives depended on it.

• The LIs also act in different ways before their friends find out about the pregnancy:

Liam and Hana both dote on the MC, and Hana specifically keeps the MC's dietary restrictions in mind (gets sparkling water/orange juice in place of champagne/mimosas, asks about caffeine content/salmon during breakfast - this varies depending on when you make the announcement). With Drake, the group figures out that he has something on his mind because he's grinning nonstop, and Maxwell tries really really hard to hint at the MC's pregnancy by using phrases like 'bun in the oven' and 'expecting', and gives up in frustration when no one catches on.

• There are three ways you can tell the news to the group - if you're at the reception, you can leave them to guess, get the LI to announce via loudspeaker or scream it out. If you're at home, the same three options except the second one is simply the LI delivering the news in a more low-key manner.

•

YOU'RE SUCH DORKS ISTG.

• Bertrand is happy for us but Savannah is surprisingly (to my great joy) nowhere to be found.

• CELEBRATORY DIAMOND SCENE. For 30 diamonds, which is usually reserved either for finales or turning-point diamond scenes. Again, these scenes deal with the newness of it all, the jubilation, the end of a (not very long, actually) wait, and the LIs get to talk about family.

•

The sex part is 🔥 🔥 🔥 as usual, but the parts that really justify the 30 diamonds we're spending come before and after that. Each LI, as I've mentioned before, responds differently, but the thread that connects them all is the awe and wonder at this new life, and their plans and worries for the future (Good. You all should be worried if Olivia's diamond scene is anything to go by).

- Liam: In the pre-sex portion, the focus is on celebrating this moment they have alone - as parents - together, because once this news is brought out to the world, both they and their child will be thrown into the spotlight. I have spoken in this essay about the kind of upbringing royal children tend to have and the lessons they unknowingly learn in that environment. Liam has gone through this, he is aware his child will go through it too, but he wants the child to have as normal a life as he as a father can provide. This is clear in the last portion of the scene, where he touches the MC's stomach, marvels at the life they both created and - as per the MC's choice - communicates with said child. My favourite option of course is the lullaby, because it's one that Eleanor used to sing to him - and it is interesting how a lot of Liam's memories of an actual parent, doing actual parent-things, is of his mother.

- Hana: In the pre-sex portion, she speaks about how nervous they've both been over whether this pregnancy would happen and the pressure from the court, and how excited she is that that moment is finally here. When the MC asks her if she is nervous or scared, Hana tells her that even though everything that has led up to this (leaving her parents, having a new life in Cordonia) has been unknown and scary, knowing that they will finally have their own family outweighs "all the worries in the world". In the last portion of the scene, they flirt playfully, leading Hana at some point to wonder about whether they should set ground rules if the child is going to be such a charmer. She's already got a whole range of things prepared - from a pregnancy kit to snacks and drinks appropriate for the MC's condition - but the MC encourages her to relax and not worry too much. You can tell that Hana is already in the zone of wanting to be a better parent for her child than her own.

- Maxwell: I find the Maxwell version of this scene really interesting this time, because it deals with both his struggle to change for his child, and his struggle to NOT be the kind of father Bartie Sr was (finally they address this!). The first part of the scene involves Maxwell being his usual excitable self, wanting to scream the news from the rooftops then realising that it might be too risky for his wife. He speaks of wanting to "rewire" himself into "Good Dad mode". The last portion is especially poignant, because he speaks both of what a life without the MC would have been life (an enjoyable Beaumont Bash, but one where he is forever searching for someone, and feeling constantly lonely, like something is missing in his life), and he also promises his wife that he will be the kind of father who will learn and grow from his mistakes, and who will be there whenever his children need him most, not just drop by on the day of their child's wedding.

- Drake: Drake also falls back into old-habit before getting into father-mode - he mentions celebrating with drinks before realizing the MC cannot have them. The MC gets to choose either a non alcoholic beverage or a massage, and as far as I have seen the massage comes with yet another family story about his father massaging a particular spot in his mother's shoulder that would easily tense up. It astounds me how much effort the writers make into making Drake's scenes and exchanges so much more personal than the others. Like the others have their moments in this scene too - but in their cases such moments are the exception, not the norm. In Drake's it's always the norm.

In the aftermath of the scene, the couple get to discuss how they will bring up their child, even though that child will be heir to Cordonia's throne, and get to choose if they want to bring that child up with a sense of normality, or to appreciate the benefits they get from the royal life. In the end, all Drake wants this child to know at the moment is how much their parents love them.

• We now have brunch, hosted by the newlyweds. If we have not yet announced our pregnancy, Bertrand will simply announce us the way a herald would at a royal event before Savannah teases him for doing so, and if we have, he mentions that we are "celebrating the happy news with them once more". Bertrand speaks of being overly formal when he's very happy, and is even happier to mention the word "wife". That'll last.

• Leona gives Bertrand a cup of bourbon as a reward for the way he stood up to Chuck, claiming that she thought of him as a "pretty boy" who knew nothing, but was impressed by his behaviour on the wedding day. At this point I can only roll my eyes and finally celebrate when Auntie Bitch disappears. We've wasted way too much time than necessary on Drake's shitty family.

• If you haven't announced the news, you announce it after this scene. There are a few slight changes, esp the drinks mentioned in certain cases because the brunch is a more relaxed atmosphere than the reception so the food and drink items mentioned are pretty low-key. But everything else is pretty much as is.

• Bertrand and Savannah have a honeymoon to plan, which means we will finally get a break from them too, and Bianca asks us what we're planning in order to celebrate the news. Maxwell suggests getting a gift for the new arrival (9 months before arriving), and Savannah suggests they go to the general store and get something from there. The MC is nervous, because she wasn't exactly planning to meet Cassidy West again. Thankfully, he isn't at the store, so she's pretty safe 😂

•

All the LIs have items they will check out with their friends/wives, but the scene varies related to who the MC married. Minimally in most cases, quite a bit in just one. As usual.

Maxwell shows us baby socks, and realizes that this child is a "miniature human" who will have small-sized everything. Virtually nothing changes in this scene except for Maxwell calling the child "our baby" instead of "yours" in his own playthrough. Everything else is disappointingly identical.

Hana shows us a toy tea set (it's still early days but Hana tells the MC it will be fun to practice and to think of the treats the child can eat from that). If you are married to her, she gets a single line referencing the childhood scene where she waited in vain for her mother at her own tea party.

Liam's scene is the one wit the diamond option - as the King of Cordonia whose entire country's future rides on this child, he is the one who gets to show the MC (+ LI in their respective playthroughs) the crib. There are two variations in this scene - the ones where Liam speaks about "our heir". Other than that, very little difference (though he does mention Constantine in one line later, so I guess that's a plus).

Drake shows the MC a wooden rocking horse. In his friend playthrough, he speaks of the gift as something the child can have to remember "ol' Uncle Drake" by. But if you're married to him, there is a whole set of dialogues where Drake talks of riding horses being part of the Walker DNA, and there is a reference to the secret wedding (riding off into the sunset), and there is interactive banter between the MC and Drake that you don't see much of in the other playthroughs. I wish I could say I'm surprised.

• I mean...seriously??? Maxwell gets NO OTHER VARIATIONS??? Hana's mention of her mother never coming to her tea parties isn't even followed up by a line expressing comfort from the MC????

• Just as we got there options for our nursery decor, we also get three options for the crib (classic, royal, forest fairytale). The royal option is lavish, all gold and cream, and the fairytale option is whimsical, wood finish and the same patterns of forest animals and flowers and leaves as the walls. The classic option is, like its corresponding decor, "very neutral. very baby".

• We exit the shop as quickly as we can either because Maxwell broke a trampoline (in the Liam, Hana and Drake playthroughs), or Hana dropped some teacups (in Maxwell's playthrough).

• Once we're done shopping, we get a call from Olivia, who is at our estate in Valtoria, asking us for the most precious thing in our room. But before she can ask, we tell her we're either furniture shopping or pregnant. The option the writers want us to be choosing is "pregnant", because there's a scene where Olivia secretly happy-cries for us when she learns the news. We can agree to loan her either some fancy shoes, our engagement ring (in the Maxwell playthrough, apparently, there is a reference to the twig ring he made back at the beginning of Book 3) or the Cordonian Royal Sceptre. She isn't sure if she'll come back alive, so she thanks us in case she doesn't.

• The ensuing Olivia diamond scene comes with a chance to figure out what Olivia is upto, an advantage over Auvernal, and a tiny hint at a Nevrakis name for TRM.

• I must say, the writers never cease to go all out for Olivia. Even over the female LI that should have been treated like a co-protagonist. And it's tiring because yet again I'll have to see half the fandom drag Hana just so they can drool over the white girl (in fact I already have).

• Olivia's sprite on the left side of the screen...is going to take some getting used to. It's disorienting. But it's fine after a second one!

• Anyway. She is now at a casino in Monte Carlo, meeting up with Bradshaw and Isabella. She's clearly in super-spy mode, since she refers to the King and Queen of Auvernal as targets rather than their names or titles. She has a better edge over the two if she is honest about her intentions and doesn't pretend she just bumped into them.

• Bradshaw speaks about King Liam sending his 'attack dog' to them and 'not doing his own dirty work' which is hilarious considering this man is from a militaristic society yet doesn't even know the C of combat training and has never done anything besides strategizing.

• Isabella always delivers her stinky, unwarrented opinion as if it holds any weight or has any relevance. In Olivia's case, she mentions Anton's marriage contract with Olivia and wonders aloud how the Queen/Duchess still trusts her enough to allow Olivia in her inner circle after that. All three options to push back at Izzy are 🔥 but my favourite one is "you look like you know all about poor judgement" (which is true, look at who she married).

• Olivia then gambles with Bradfraud and Stinkybella, with whatever the MC chose to give her as stakes. The best option is to simply call Bardfraud on his bluff, because he folds easily. Depending on whether Olivia wins or loses the game, he either asks the guards to place the item in the penthouse, or to get more funds from there. Olivia takes note.

• She then has to make sure she nicks the key to the penthouse from Stinkybella, either by acting tipsy or by coming closer to her for an "awkward hug". Both do the job.

• She learns the following from the penthouse:

- Bradfraud and Stinkybella stay in separate rooms, which means things "aren't as rosy" between them.

- She finds a letter of rejection, doubtless from another royal couple, and this is an indication that they aren't as popular as they pretend to be.

- She finds a map of a land she doesn't recognize (is it Monterisso? Olivia would recognize a map of her own country...and neighboring countries...but who am I fooling it's not like team TRH concerns themselves with such ridiculous things as logic!), which has troop formations on it. They're planning something called Operation Swan. I've heard of "Black Swans" and "Swanning About" used as military terms, but there's not a lot I understand from this. Perhaps this leans more towards a "black swan" idea - where they will launch a surprise attack with a nation they are allying with? IDK.

- Basically, we have enough leverage to win against these two, thanks to Olivia's work.

• In any case, someone comes to the room, and Olivia is on the verge of getting caught. So she'll need to scale her way down.

• This shows us if you have Olivia pray to her ancestors for wings:

(Theodosia is clearly the Renaissance Nevrakis)

• If you don't choose to scale down, Olivia will land on the pool instead, but even then she makes it out okay. She decides to keep an eye out because Bradfraud and Stinkybella could pose as a problem for Liam and the MC.

• Olivia is operating on her own, as far as she has told Bradfraud, but the possibility that Liam is aware of what she is upto still exists. And the MC has no clue even if she is Liam's wife because:

a. The writers are too lazy to code this for Liam, and

b. It's not like the MC puts any effort into finding things out anyway

• We're now leaving the Walker Ranch, a couple hours later, and saying our goodbyes to Drake's mother and aunt. I heave a sigh of relief at the fact that there's no additional "memories" from Bianca become this family has gobbled up enough of our attention. Seems like their horrible attitude was really about the money they didn't get after all (it's a fair gripe to have, but doesn't exactly warrant the attitude they've been throwing around).

• Leona still acts like she did us a huge fucking favour hosting us, even though she was an awful host and seriously deserves to lose her ranch. Bianca tries to be civil but no apologies from her for allowing her son in law to be treated like crap until his wedding day. Seems like all Walkers have a habit of expecting civility from others while giving none.

• Bianca asks us to keep in touch and I'm pretty sure a huge chunk of the fandom said "no way in Yeehaw Hell".

• Liam continues to be mysterious with regards to what Olivia is up to, and Esther - who I HC'd as inquisitive - seems not to care enough to ask more.

• The LI tells us, as we leave, that Kiara, Penelope and Madeleine will be traveling in the jet with us, and it's up to us to decide how we break the news to them. If you own corgis, that features as an option. Two of the options (writing on a cake and announcement by corgi) come with a simple "Coming Soon...The Royal Heir", but the charade one is my favourite 🤭

• Penelope is that particular Drake/Walker Ranch stan who loved the time we spent at the ranch and Kiara is the rest of the fandom, who would much rather be in Cordonia than cooling her heels in Texas.

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AAAAHHAHAHAHAHAHA.

The MC then tries another charade, one that resembles cradling a baby in her arms, which Kiara takes to mean "American football" (thank God they don't force Cordonians to call it "soccer" anymore), Madeleine takes to mean "a common pirate jig" and Penelope somehow gets the guess right (though Kiara is the one who straight-out says it).

• The ladies are ecstatic, and congratulate us. Penelope calls for drinks, but Kiara has the common sense to add that the drinks should be alcohol-free. Madeleine informs us of the events lined up for us, including the Apple Ball which will doubtless be the ball we will be attending in the finale.

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There's a small private moment where the LIs dote over the MC more than necessary, wanting to pamper her and keep her in comfort. The MC calms them down, convinces them that they have a very good support system/are a great team together who can achieve anything.

• Mara still finds out about the pregnancy via Maxwell scouring the online shops for corgi-themed onesies even when he is the father. Which makes sense. It's still Good Dad Mode 😁

• In the tiny space of time it took between Madeleine finding out we were pregnant and us talking to people, she managed to schedule a conference for the same day! At least let us confirm the pregnancy with our docs???

• Plus, announcing this early, even if you're not royalty, is pretty risky. You're mostly advised to not disclose it too soon because the first trimester can be a little risky. And there are also cases where your first ultrasound turns out to not be that happy moment where you see that yolk sac and hear its heartbeat, or an ectopic pregnancy 😔. I recall reading about it on pregnancy forums before my first ultrasound (and stressing, but I had to be prepared) and not being satisfied until I confirmed it for myself.

• The writers and the readers know she'll be pregnant because that is what the story is, but perhaps if the team hadn't wasted so much time on the Walker Ranch, they'd at least not have to hurry like this.

• Actually...no. "Hurrying" would be the wrong word. Because they're going to stretch the press conference itself to like two chapters, it seems like. Basically they will spend time on everything that isn't important to the story as long as it's important to their pet character.

• The summary of Chapter 15 (CHAPTER FUCKING FIFTEEN. We're stuck at the beginning of all this even by CHAPTER FIFTEEN) speaks of the press conference heating up, so I'm having an inkling that there will be some pretty heavy stuff being asked in between? Maybe with regards to alliances, or a new scandal, or something else. But it's not going to be easy at all, that much is pretty clear. It's going to be frustrating and there's going to be stuff that will anger the LIs I think. I could be wrong, though.

• Overall this chapter does better in terms of variations even though they still do beef up Drake quite a bit over the others. But at least Liam, Hana and Maxwell get the rare opportunity to briefly address the mistakes (too small a word for what they've done) their parents have made. It's still not enough though. Esp considering the last 9 chapters have seen such an overall of Walker history and Drake's memories and the others have barely a handful of chapters to catch up.

• Sometimes I wonder if Olivia's independent investigation is also fueled by her desire to be so different from her parents and aunt as to wipe out the memory of their betrayal through her deeds. I do wonder if she will burn herself out completely in the process. She is made of sterner stuff than that, I know, but the determination she was showing in this scene and in the last few chapters was on another level.

• I wonder if we will get intel on Monterisso as well (I don't fully trust Amalas yet), or whether the narrative plans to establish this country as the underdog we will be supporting. Who knows. But I'm sure we will see more of that country in further chapters as well.

• That's it for this chapter, I think. Until the next one!

#long post #trh quick thoughts #trh qts #king liam #hana lee #maxwell beaumont #olivia nevrakis #drake walker #trr kiara #trr penelope #trr madeleine #the royal heir

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