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Cassianâs kitchen, Space Brownies and lying (badly)

In episode 2, Cassian comes home to a really awkward atmosphere - Maarva knows that heâs fucked up somehow because sheâs seen the PreMor âwanted !â bulletin, but he doesnât know that she knows ⊠and she maintains a frosty silence to see if he will be honest with her. He isnât. But sensing that something is up, Cassian heads into the kitchen and grabs something to eat. In the snippet below Diego Luna explains the influence for this idea.

Thanks to the 4K BTS features, we can see the Andorsâ kitchen in glorious detail. I think that what Cassian might be eating is whatever is under the cake dome. Looks suspiciously like brownies to me. Something chocolatey and tempting anyway. Makes lying so much easier when you can self-medicate with one of these delicious morsels. ïżŒ
Space Brownies âą. (May contain pistachios.) Perfect for munching on while lying (badly) to a parent. Now I want to bake them.
More on Cassianâs lying belowâŠ
I think itâs so ironic and genuinely funny that Cassian and Brasso go to all that trouble of constructing a really fantastic alibi, only for Cassian to kind of abandon it. For a man who becomes such a good liar by the time of Rogue One he really is pretty hopeless at it in these early episodes, at least with people close to him.
The reasons why are interesting though. His first chance to use the alibi is with Bix. But she knows him far too well and he knows that she knows him far too well - so he doesnât even try to lie well. He wants something from her and just wants to get straight to that . When she asks what happened to him, he simply says âI fellâ, and they both know itâs lame bullshit. Sheâs wryly amused and he simply doesnât care. And she gets the great âOn what - a jealous husband?â burn and he doesnât care about that either. Bix is used to him lying and heâs used to her doing him a favour no matter how he behaves. He takes her for granted and is genuinely disrespectful on occasion. ïżŒ
But with Maarva - who also knows him really well - he has genuine respect, and a fear. He really wants her to be proud of him. He kind of starts with the Brasso lie: â I ran into Brasso last night. We had plenty to talk aboutâŠâ. But all he gets back is the tight-lipped âHmm, sounds fascinating!â and âYouâve been busy!â and a squeak from B2EMO that lets him know Maarva has given the droid an instruction to stay quiet. So Cassian can 100% tell that sheâs onto him in some way but keeps going with the lies in the hope of getting out of this. And re the wound on his cheek?⊠âOh this!â (gives a hilariously awkward little chuckle) â⊠I was helping Pegla and I tripped on a cableâ.
Whatâs really interesting here? He changes the lie completely - to describe a situation where he was being altruistic and helpful. He wants to make her proud of him. ïżŒ
This is how Andor does its storytelling so brilliantly. Tiny little details like this that give away so much about Cassian and his relationships. And the other main characters too. Itâs why I lose patience with people who describe the opening 2 episodes as boring or slow. Like Cassian and the space brownies, we are eating something rich and tasty.
#andor#cassian andor#brasso#maarva andor#bix caleen#star wars andor#diego luna#tony gilroy#bts#analysis#meta
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What are your favourite tropes / situations to put Ace and Ichiji in?
ohhh, that's a hard question, I love to put them in too many.
I need time to think, and even then...
Of course, it will depend on the setting of the au but-
Generally speaking (aka the aus with more canon influence), the situations I tend to favour are the ones where they will be forced, in one way or another, to change something about themselves, each other and/or how they see/interact with the world, for example, whenever I have Ichiji beaten or just generally helpless and at Ace's mercy - and away from Germa - (I think Ichiji abandoning his "world" and finding a home in Ace's has become a bit of a staple in most of my aus lmao) and where Ace is forced to realize (to some extend) the positive influence he is to people and that even a (man-made) monster like Ichiji is capable and willing of loving him, and fighting his world to leave with Ace, so there's some level of forbiden love there, lmao.
There's also a bit of opposites attract going on with them (what can I say, I'm a sucker of Opposites Attract, and "B being forced to watch/being unable to save/protect A as A is tortured").
I'm also generally weak for classic romance tropes, such as sweet and shy characters, and slow-burning romances. Also, when it's them against the world (tho with the support of their friends and family lmao).
There's also something tasty about Ace showing Ichiji the world (street cat x house cat jajajjajaja).
Also, pining Ichiji, although it's usually Ace who realises his feelings first (he's more emotionally intelligent than Ichiji), to me, Ichiji is (pretty much) always the one who falls in love first, although it takes him a tad to realise.
Also also, Secret Romance, too.
Aaaaand that's all I can think of at the moment, lmao
I might add more later, if I think of more.
My hommies might also have a good insight on what quirks or situations I tend to apply more with them, so do feel free to call me out on my silliness!
#one piece#vinsmoke ichiji#portgas d ace#acechiji#portgas d ace x vinsmoke ichiji#one piece acechiji#op acechiji#shzdoffy#ask
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gomens s2 thoughts, all spoilers!
I spent 10 hours talking to my housemate about the season after we binged the whole thing in the morning but here are the highlights and the biggest takeaways from the season.
okay i did love the ending, i love that we get the conformation of love AND going into the divorce arc next season (if they're not properly together by the end of season 3 however, i am rioting) they're slow burn and a whole season of them getting to the final 10mins was tasty.
HOWEVER. it was an extremely clunky season when it comes to writing, lots of either set ups missed OR set ups repeated 4 times that they're drilled into out heads. there was also lots of dialogue that really needed to be tightened up. the lesbians were so poorly written i thought they might have needed to be cut BUT they just needed to have more bearing on the rest of the plot AND say things like real people would say things and LITERALLY SHOW ONE SINGLE REASON WHY THEY WOULD LIKE EACH OTHER WITHIN THE FIRST EPISODE.
gabe/bulz romance was the one that should have been cut, have them do more of a oh-my-god-my-boss-sucks kind of thing, lean into them complaining about having to avert a civil war after armageddon stopped and touch on the "structural problems" the angels mention later. Have gabe/bulz be super punished for working together which puts huge fear into az and crowley about what happens if you try to team up as an angel/demon pair (but an extra reason why az takes the job at the end so he and crowley can be the same)
imo it works more if the only mirror of their romance is the HUMANS which should lean into themes to season 3 of how they need to team up with humans (re:"us vs them" line at the end of season 1) to actually achieve their happy ending.
Nina and maggies best scene was their last one telling crowley he needed to talk to az but i think that was one that needed to be cut, it would have been far more satisfying to have crowely work out it out himself that he loves az and wants to tell him (still via maggie and nina but more subtle rather than them telling him to his face AND via spending more time with az in the season)
flashbacks were all pretty good, loved the jobe one and that final "lonely" scene. the nazi one needed some trimming the most (why did all three come back to earth, it made scenes too crowed, have them fight to be a zombie)
shax was disappointing, she was kind of just incompetent the whole way through which didnt make the stakes very exciting, (that whole scene of her talking to the legion was unfunny and pointless) i wanted crowley to mentor her more like when he gave her advice in the first few meetings we saw (kind of in a very non-demonic way, not expecting anything in return) and her to then meet him on equal footing in the finale. would have been a little accidental taste for Crowley to have his good deeds come back to haunt him while showing he's different to demons.
speaking of the finale fight, that halo had NO set up, it was sick as hell but ??? the fuck did that come from. the fight should have been won by az and crowley performing another HUGE miracle together, discorporating the demons (which then would alert heaven and hell something was up in the bookshop and the final scene can happen)
az taking the job from metatron was very good, its consistent with his character where he still hasn't let go of his faith in good/god, he's only been upset by the angels running heaven and still has faith in the system while crowley has realised none of it works and it's only them together that matters. it was nice to show he still hasn't truly accepted crowley for who he is now (tho imo he knows he loves him, he just hasn't quite unrepressed himself) and him not turning down the job after crowley confesses to him shows he still thinks he can fix it. Crowley on the other hand thinks he's now lost him, az has broken he the trust he had in him, he's going to be in big depression mode
few thoughts of good directions for S3:
finally delivering on what crowley said at the end of S1 I think is the most satisfying. the final showdown should be humans Vs heaven/hell with Crowley and az on the human side, helping them win the conflict. there would be suggestions that this is actually god's ineffable plan, this is a conflict she wants to happen and the things that Crowley and az went through are what make them perfect ambassadors to help the humans.
the set up for az in S3 to finally work out he and Crowley can't work out within the unfair rules of the system and for him to abandon heaven (tho not I think, becoming a demon) is good. a sucky ending imo for season 3 is if az somehow "fixes" heaven and via bureaucracy and not via blowing it all up.
growth moments for Crowley in S3 might be having more contact with humans since he's already abandoned hell and it would put az & crowley on similar footing (as az very much loves humans already) when they decided to side with humans for a humans Vs heaven/hell conflict.
anyway, gay people
#this is all the surface stuff really#im having fun re-plotting the episodes for thr same end but tweaked to be more satisfying
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The Baki Cast Cuddle their S/O on their period (SFW)
I'm on my period and shit sucks so I figured I'd write some very self-indulgent fluff, NSFW post coming up soon for the lads and ladies I swear. Also idk if it's just me but I turn into an outright carnivore when I'm on my period. Chocolate, sure, but like, meat?? Meat snacks??? Gimme that shit.
Baki: His arms were wrapped around your chest, avoiding contact with your stomach entirely, his lips pressing softly against your temple as the corny action movie played on the TV, mostly unwatched as he was busy whispering in your ear about how he was sorry he couldn't do much more than just hold you close for the time-being, but that he promised to get you something tasty for supper, Musashi was somewhere outside, probably lounging in a warm patch of sun on the concrete. You'd never been more jealous of a damn dog before in your entire life. Baki nuzzled the back of your head, gently rubbing at a spot on your hip with the pad of his thumb, trying to soothe any aches and pains that might have settled in before your attention was drawn back to the movie, it looked like the action was finally kicking in. The both of you watched the events unfolding on screen for a moment before he spoke up, tone entirely full of confusion.
"Did... Did that priest just turn into a velociraptor??" He asked in such a tiny vulnerable voice it almost made you want to laugh, but all you could do was nod solemnly. "Dude... That's like, the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." And he was right, it really was. "Baby, I want you to know that I love you, even if you can't turn into a velociraptor." He said, before kissing your forehead, leaving you to scoff and roll your eyes in amusement.
Kozue: She sniffled, her box of kleenex practically empty by this point, the both of you snuggled up under her comfy blanket, temples throbbing with the headaches that had come on from crying all day. You didn't even remember why you'd both started crying, but clearly it had been needed. She looked over at you, and reached up to tuck a lock of your hair behind your ear, sniffling lightly, her eyes red and puffy. The skin on her cheeks was blotchy and tear stained, but she was still so pretty. One of the prettiest people you'd ever laid eyes on, actually. She sniffled again, tears welling up as she cupped both of your face in her hands, bottom lip trembling as she stared deep into your eyes, your own emotions welling up in response.
"Honey you're just so... You're so... You're just so pretty." She blubbered, and like that, you both started crying again, hugging tightly and sobbing messily, though she did pull back, still crying, to look up at you again with a trembling bottom lip. "Why are you crying? Pretty girls like you shouldn't cry!" She sobbed, completely ignoring that she was also a pretty girl and shouldn't cry.
Hanayama: Your back hurt. You'd been complaining about it all day. Your upper back, your lower back, your neck, just your entire back hurt and felt out of whack. But right now? Right now, you were on cloud nine. Hanayama had just given you the most powerful back massage of your life and put a heating pad on your back while you were laying on top of him, his large hands still kneading at your lower back to soothe any remaining aches. You could probably fall asleep right then and there, but something was keeping you awake. Not that you could figure out what it was. Maybe you were laying weird, maybe you were both too warm and too cold at the same time, or maybe it was something else, but you were fairly sure that Hanayama assumed you were dead to the world. He paused in his massaging to rub up and down your back soothingly, not pulling the heat pad off yet, though you knew he would soon to avoid your skin getting burned.
His face leaned up slightly so he could kiss the top of your head, thumbs returning to their slow, gentle massaging of your lower back muscles, a heavy but comfortable silence reigning as sleep desperately clung to the corners of your eyes, your eyelids becoming heavier as you started fading off to sleep. "I love you baby." He mumbled, kissing the top of your head off, and that was just the edge you needed to drift off to sleep.
Chiharu: You'd been laying in the same spot for a few hours now, and he was getting worried. He hesitantly approached, his only line of defense clutched in front of him like a shield. He knew that a blanket and some candies wouldn't necessarily protect him, but it might give him enough time to appease you and check to see if you needed anything. Your head slowly turned as he stepped on a creaky part of the floor, and he smiled nervously as your gaze locked on him, slowly approaching some more. "H-hey doll, I brought you something." He attempted, your eye locked onto him. Was this it? Was this how he was gonna die? Your hand reached out towards him and made lazy grabbing motions, and he had to hide his exhale of relief. That had been a close one.
"I tossed this blanket in the dryer so it's nice and warm for you, and I've got some sweet treats and a nice warm water bottle for your stomach." He said, approaching cautiously to avoid provoking your ire. You were like some sort of horrifying beast, lying in wait, ready to strike. He offered a nervous smile as he gently draped the blanket over you, earning a groan. He softened. "Do you want me to rub your legs baby? You look sore." He offered, the horrifying beast turning back into his sweet beloved, wrapped up in a blanket and needing some serious TLC.
Katsumi: Food. He had food. You knew he had food, he just wasn't giving it to you. The suspicious looks you were shooting at him since he'd come home from his parents place smelling of brownies had him visibly sweating as he busied himself around the apartment. He tried distracting you with blankets, pillows and snacks, even a back rub and a nice hot bath, but the suspicious glaring persisted until you two were getting into bed for the night. He'd stood in the doorway sheepishly, hands held behind his back as he toed at the floor, refusing to meet your gaze. You didn't even need to ask, because he caved in. "I've gotta admit something, and I think you know what it is." Your eyes narrowed further.
"Mom did send me home with brownies." He said, and your glare sharpened, but he raised his hands in surrender. "BUT! But, they're not baked yet. She didn't have time to do that part. I kept trying to find the time to put them in the oven for you, but you kept getting suspicious." He admitted, coming to kneel beside you by the bed. "Can you find a way to forgive me baby? I promise I won't withhold brownies from you ever again." He said sincerely, holding your hand. You couldn't stay mad at that face, now could you?
Jack: He couldn't stand it. You both looked and sounded miserable, laying on the couch, back turned to the outside world, sniffling, coughing and occasionally letting out tiny whimpers and groans. It was like being kicked in the chest by a guy twice his size. So there he was, sitting on the floor, his chin resting on your shoulder as his large hand rubbed up and down your spine as he asked you what he could do for you to ease your discomfort. Pressing tiny kisses to your shoulder, he rumbled as he gently wrapped his arm over your shoulders so he could wipe away a frustrated tear from the corner of your eyes, turning your face slightly so he could kiss your forehead, resuming the gentle back rubs he was giving you.
Your cramps didn't let up easily, however, and you only started crying more in both frustration and pain, leaving him to stand and lean over you, kissing your pounding tembles as he rubbed between your shoulders. "Hey, don't cry sweetheart, I'm right here. I'll make it better for you, I promise." He muttered, walking around to the other side of the couch. "I'll be right back with something to help, you don't need to tough this out on your own." He said softly, tucking your hair behind your ear and smiling down at you.
Kosho: It was one of the rare moments where Kosho pulled you into bed and let you get comfortable first, prioritizing your comfort above his, even if it meant that he only had a little bit of mattress left, his fingers rubbing little circles above your stomach to ease the cramping muscles, kissing your temple as he held the blankets close to your chin, practically tucking you in with himself right there. He'd retrieved a glass of cold water for you before, the glass sitting on the bedside table just within reach, the smell of lavender and vanilla emanating from somewhere in the other room, presumably some wax melt he'd put on. He kissed your temples again, arms stilling.
"Well? How are you feeling?" He asked, earning a sleepy hum. "Do you want a snack? A drink?" He continued, not giving you the time to answer before he was kissing your forehead and cheeks. "Just say the words, I can do it for you." He promised, kissing your forehead, only to then notice you reaching for the glass of water and realize that he'd been pinning your arm as you tried to grab the glass for a drink.
Kureha: He'd walked in to find you, a puddle of misery on the couch, disgusting, wet sobs leaving your lips from both the pain and the intensity of the emotions you were feeling. He took one look at the writhing mass of pathetic beneath the blankets and sighed, hanging up his coat and wordlessly walking past you towards the bathroom, and then the kitchen, returning to your side with a cold glass of water in one hand and a few pills in the other, the edges of a pad peeking out of his pocket and a pair of clean pajamas over his shoulder, staring down at you over the rims of his glasses, a brow cocked, waiting for you to acknowledge him. He promptly nodded at your hands. "Hold out your palm." He said, depositing the pills in your palm before he held up the glass of water to your lips. "Take these, they'll help a little with cramps." He ordered, and while you obeyed, he started lifting things out of his pocket.
"You're going to want to get changed into these, they're warm but breathable, and you're going to put this pad on." He ordered, watching you stare up at him, sniffling pathetically. You reminded him of a wet cat. "Don't look at me like that, I can't stop the discomfort, but I can make it easier to deal with." He said, clicking his tongue, a slight flush to his cheeks.
Retsu: The whole house smelled like herbal tea, a spread of meals sat in front of you that you didn't think you could finish if you were given an entire decade. Deserts, sat at the furthest end of the table as Retsu sat behind you, lifting another spoonful of soup to your lips so you didn't have to pull your hands out from beneath the blankets and do it yourself. As a matter of fact, he told you outright that he just wanted to spoil you and make you feel better. This was a bit much, but the soup was delicious. All because he'd noticed a single drop of blood on your underwear. "Come on, eat up! There's plenty of nutrients and vitamins in this soup broth that will help ease your cramps and give you energy!" He said, even though your cramps hadn't even started yet. They hadn't had enough time to start yet.
But when you'd told him that, he'd simply grinned. "The best medicine is prevention, the extra nutrients are good for you regardless." A kiss was pressed against your forehead, the bowl being moved aside and a small desert brought up to you. "Some sweets for my sweet, to lift your mood." He said, and you had to admit it, the man was doing a great job at making you feel better already.
Doppo & Natsue: Doppo hadn't had a daughter, though part of him had always known that he'd be the best girl dad in existence. But now, the two women in his life were suffering through their periods together, and he was about to be beaten into submission by only their harsh glares (pleading glances) and evil demands (requests to come cuddle). He was a karate master though! He was strong! He would resist their evil wiles (Attempts to get him to cuddle for a few minutes because their show has a new episode released)! And yet, he found himself yawning as he dramatically slinked onto the couch, throwing an arm over each of his beloveds, grinning at the both of them roguishly.
"So, how are my two lovely demons today, hm?" He asked, and the glares he got in return sent a chill up his spine. "Hang on, I'm just joking, you know I love you both very much, I'm just trying to lighten the mood." He said, trying to defend himself, but it was too late, as pillows smacked his face from both sides. he was strong, but the two of you were clearly stronger.
Shibukawa: For once, he was being really sweet. Oddly sweet. Suspiciously sweet. You didn't want to trust his gestures of affection as genuine, but you would take them as much as you could. Hot soup, a warm blanket, a gentle back rub. It had all been very sweet as your cramps caused you more and more discomfort. You couldn't understand why he was being so sweet until you opened the bedroom closet to find that the shelving units had all collapsed, leaving clothes and your pads to spill out all over the floor at your feet. He could hear the wooden frame crack beneath your grip, his smile staying in place as you turned around, some hulking, frightening beast full of rage. He should have just come clean about the shelf having fallen before you woke up.
"Now now, no need to get upset, I'll clean it all up and fix it, I promise!" He said passively, sipping at his tea as you slowly approached. "You don't have to lift a finger to clean up the mess, I'll take care of all of it, I promise." He said calmly. Of course, he didn't want to mention that he'd been plotting a prank the entire morning and hadn't realized that you'd be getting your period. He simply sat, arms outstretched for a hug, hoping to lure you into a cuddle so he could claim it was an accident so you wouldn't bite his head off.
#baki the grappler#baki son of ogre#grappler baki#baki dou#baki rahen#baki headcanons#baki hanma#kozue matsumoto#hanayama kaoru#chiharu shiba#katsumi orochi#jack hanma#kosho shinogi#kureha shinogi#retsu kaioh#doppo orochi#natsue orochi#shibukawa gouki
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Chubformers drabble #150!
Characters: D-16 (& Orion - TF: One)
Word count: 1.2k
Just as D-16 would have thought, there really were consequences to Orionâs habit of sneaking him little bites of those cubes that simply melted on his tongue. There were also consequences to encouraging D-16 to take whatever amount of extra rations Orion snatched from under their superiorsâ noses at every scheduled refueling. Everything had consequences when you were at a disadvantage from your first breath and fated to grovel at someone elseâs pedes for your whole life, but the mischievous bot never seemed to fully understand it.
D-16 had tried to tell him. Really, he tried, but his friend was stubborn, and when he got hooked on doing the impossibleâlike filling up the unusually insatiable appetite of his poor companion, for example, and doing so without catching any attention from the rest of the worldâ, there was no stopping him. Sometimes, though, he wished he could. Orion meant well, but that didnât mean his ridiculous ideas never went without consequence⊠and more often than not, they did.
Burning through fuel faster than any of the bots around him was an unfortunate trait D-16 had accepted about himself long before ever admitting it to Orion, but to no surprise of his, his friend was not so understanding. Cue the daily routine of having an extra cube of fuel shoved into his servos before he could even get a word of protest in and Orionâs suspicious ability to procure seemingly endless amounts of the tasty sweets he knew D-16 had grown fond of, and you had their current routine.
All was well, Orion would always say. D-16 had a strange thing for needing more fuel than the average miner, and that was okay. He could help quite easily, after all.
All was well, and their risky system of filling poor Deeâs tanks worked pretty well for a while⊠but not for long.
It was the third morning in a row that D-16 had struggled to stumble out of his recharging stand as quickly as the other miners in his group. Orion and the rest of his crew were already stepping out of the washracks and sliding dusty armor over their frames by the time heâd managed to squeeze his aft through the narrow opening, and it didnât take more than a handful of narrowed optics tossing ugly looks his way over their shoulders for him to know that bots were starting to take notice of what heâd desperately hoped wasnât happening.
There were definitely consequences to Orionâs heartfelt attempts at making the mines a better place, even if said consequences were slow in the making. D-16 could only deny it for so long before the truth was staring him down in the shape of chafing thighs and an aft that took several attempts at grunting and squeezing his way out from entranceways that other miners could easily walk through.
It was embarrassing, finding himself to be the only bot gaining in such a way, and unfortunately, the cause wasnât even his fault. In fact, the cause of his troubles was headed right towards him with a beaming smile and a servo full of the jellied sweets D-16 loved so dearly.
âMorning, sleepyhead,â Orion teased. âDid you finally decide to prepare for your next shift?â
It was much easier to pretend his tardiness was due to a sudden increase in recharge cycles instead of the embarrasing fact that his friendâs tendency to fill his belly with extra sweets and second servings of energon slid under the table, but D-16 stumbled over his words all the same as Orion grabbed one of his servos and slipped him another cluster of jellied sweets.
âErâŠâ he tried to say, his fingers curling instinctively over the palm full of goodies.
âJust a little something extra to help you through the day,â Orion said with a pat on D-16âs shoulder before turning to head for the mess hallâa dark, grimy hole carved from the stone as an excuse for a proper place to eat and socialize. âSorry I couldnât snag a little more, but hey! Meet me after the washracks and Iâll sneak you an extra cube.â
Had Orion not walked off faster than he could get the jumbled words in his processor to form a proper sentence, D-16 would have begged him otherwise. Unfortunately for him, Orion was far too fast, and he was already far behind schedule.
D-16 stared down at the meager handful sweets with a frown. A second later, he was swallowing it down and grimacing at the way his belly jiggled and his thighs chafed on the way inside the washracks.
There were big problems with whatever arrangement was going on, and if the way his frame squished between his fingertips and jiggled with every step as he turned this way and that in his rush to clean off the grime didnât make it obvious, he wasnât sure what would. Drying himself off took twice as long as it used to, and when D-16 rushed back to his quarters to squeeze his too-small plating on before he really was late to the morningâs small window for fueling and socializing, the halls were blessedly empty.
âCome on,â he panted under his breath as he dug through dusty chests and yanked protective plating from the walls. âCome on, come onâŠâ
At least no one was around to watch as he wiggled his aft and pinched his thighs in an attempt to slide an overly plump frame into pieces of armor that had become far too small long before ever reaching this size. He wasnât fat, but by the Primes, he sure was chunky, and said chunk spilled out up and over the rim of his protective pieces even as he sucked in a breath and forced it into place.
âOh, scrap,â he uttered, breathless and fearful as he hopped, wiggled, and shimmied in place. âOh, come on, youâŠ!â
He was tryingâPrimus, he was trying, but it just wasnât good enough. D-16âs gasping begs turned to whimpers and heaving breaths as he stopped and stared down at himself. His armor was at least halfway in place, but the fat bunching up around his bulging belly pouch and overly thick legs kept it from securing onto him anytime soon.
He could skip out on the whole drinking-with-fellow-miserable-miners thing just this once, no problem. Likely no one would even notice he was absentâexcept Orion, of course. He needed more time, more support, anyway. Slag, the plating wasnât going anywhere anytime soon, and that was for certain. D-16 propped his servos on his hips and sighed, all while staring down at the mess of chub and rolls that spilled out from the poorly fitted plating still barely clinging to his bottom half.
With enough time, he could get it to work. It wouldnât be easy, but it would be something. Still, D-16âs processor was filled with the constant reminder that heâd have to do it all over again tomorrow, and the day after that, and even the days after that. He could make it work, but with Orionâs newest little habit and the extra fat he was already carrying, he knew it wouldnât be long before the day came that he couldnât. After all, another day meant countless more opportunities for a good friend to look out for him in the worst way possible⊠but oh, how could he say no?
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Body talk and whatever below! Adding a read more for those whoâd rather not hear it bc this turned into a whole venting post with a dash of mommy issues đ



took these pics (gotta appreciate the post workout pump) bc Iâm kinda pleased my arm vascularity is coming back. Iâm still fluffy all around but Iâve come a long way in building back all the muscle I lost when I was going through an ED a couple years ago (basically I took intermittent fasting to an extreme). I lost a ton of weight really fast and looked good back then but didnât realize how much muscle Iâd lost (which was pretty much most of it) until it was way too late. And during lockdown I was outdoors skating or walking pretty much 24/7 but once we went back in person and I was working and going to school and stressed over my senior year at uni I slowly gained weight back. And since then itâs been a slow slow road of getting it off, getting strong again, and making mistakes and learning from them. All that inspirational shit.
Iâve mainly focused on body recomposition for the past two years. This probably would have succeeded faster if I was getting proper sleep and really committing to eating healthy but Iâm straddling a middle line and happy with it and my progress. My quads are building up and theyâre still bitty but Iâm happy. My upper back looks strong as fuck (using Rhea for inspiration since we have the same body type!) and Iâm getting more definition there and in my legs bit by bit. The ass is fat again lol. The biceps are growing and my forearms will always be the thinnest part of me but also getting muscly.
So naturally the more muscle I have the bigger I look. Iâm ok with that! I embrace it. I want to look strong. The point of body recomp is to build muscle and slowly lose fat in the process. Muscle burns more calories when youâre not moving around and so Iâm ok with still looking fluffy if that means Iâm getting stronger. I do lazy cardio and I want to lean down and I will but Iâm not rushing into it.
Thereâs definitely body dysmorphia hanging around when Iâm trying to fit into my shirts and they donât fit bc my shoulders and biceps are bigger and make me wider. My stomach is definitely more flat than it was two or even three months ago and thank god bc my jeans are comfy again LOL. I look at myself and know Iâm getting slimmer slowly but I still feel frustrated sometimes bc of things like this. I recently weighed myself a few weeks ago and found I was 211 lbs. Not surprised! Iâm 5â9 and with a broad and strong build so Iâm never gonna be light as a feather or dainty. Muscle weighs more than fat and Iâve been building a lot of that so no brainer.
(And for reference the last time I weighed upwards of 200 lbs I was very overweight and most of that weight was in my midsection and I was like three or four sizes bigger than I am now. Muscle makes a hell of a difference in body composition!)
Anyway. All this to say that Iâve been working hard and enjoying the process/results. Iâm no physical trainer but I know what works for me and i actively try to take care of myself every day. But my mom likes to make snide comments about it all the time, joking that Iâm training to become a wrestler (and so what if I was?) and she likes to call me âgrandotaâ, which in Spanish means âbig girlâ jokingly. And sheâll tut about what I eat all the time if she sees me eat, things like that. (Not that I should have to defend myself but I do try to eat well. Lots of protein and veg, but I donât restrict myself from tasty drinks or sugary snacks bc Iâm humanđ.)
The grandota thing is fair. I never used to mind it. Iâm the second tallest member of my family (first is pops), taller even than my brother who is eight years younger lol. My mom is at least a foot shorter than me. But now itâs just mean spirited when she says it and itâs been happening a lot more lately.
So she sees me today, freshly showered and changed after my workout, just minutes after I took the photos above and goes: âare you training to be a wrestler? Youâre getting fat!â
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This is long enough so I wonât go into detail about the argument we had after. Itâs not the first time sheâs said these exact lines to me and I usually ignore them but i felt done today. And basically I told her to stop being passive aggressive about my body bc itâs rude and Iâm tired of it (and she doesnât get to talk shit when Iâm actively trying to take care of myself and she doesnât) and I donât do the same to her. And then she got offended and said I should go live on a mountain if I donât want people to make mean comments. đđđ
Story time over! Sorry for the loooong vent post.
#Iâm venting here bc I already vented in the group chat I have with my sisters and it wasnât enough LMAO#leigh speaks#thereâs body dysmorphia and ED talk etc so be warned
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7/12 - Yilan
Yesterday Peter shared that three things that are well known in Yilan are scallions, duck, and whiskey. Today has been a great success as I have now tried 2 out of three of those things. First thing in the morning we went to Kavalan Distillery and had a whiskey tasting. I tasted a whiskey that was aged in a bourbon barrel. Surprisingly I was able to smell and taste some tropical fruit aromas like pineapple and mango with a mild taste of vanilla. Unfortunately I am still very affected by the strong alcohol so itâs not something I would drink. I felt it burn my lips and deep in my chest, I also felt a heat rise up around my face which is very surprising, I donât usually have such a strong reaction to alcohol. I bought two medium vials of whiskey for my dad and Peter even gifted me a mini bottle of whiskey too! Whiskey feels like a very mature drink but even though itâs been the most flavorful hard liquor to me I donât think I can get used to drinking.

Later that night Moni and I went out to find some things to eat, I was hoping to find a barbeque restaurant or something with some duck but no luck. We did however find two really tasty stands, one è„æČčé€
ć è and one äžæè„èäžČ. Freshly fried scallions pancakes with eggs chili sauce was so perfect here, weâve had it before in Taipei but this was the best by far. The grilled skewers with the fatty porkbelly wrapped around the spicy and pungent scallions was also perfect. Every time Iâve had skewers it makes me want to buy a grill when I get back and Iâll definitely want to have this kind of skewers again.

For lunch we just had hotpot, nothing too crazy but Moni combined some ice cream in some cold sweetened red tea and it was delicious. It was kind of like an improvised ć„¶è¶ but the ice cream didnât melt all the way so it was more like a sweet tea riff on a root beer float, a sweet tea float!
Today we went to the Baimi clog village as another little handicrafts activity and I got complimented again! First for having a little foam on the milk tea yesterday and today when one of the instructors asked if I was a design student. Iâm sure they were just being nice but it feels good to be complimented on the little things. I didnât take many pictures but my classmates designs were really pretty and I saw some really creative applications. I saw people layer on different color dyes to give a gradient or a âwashedâ effect and some layered white paint on top of the gold to help it stand out. I wish we could have stayed and made some full sized clogs, I would definitely be interested in bring back a bigger souvenir than my little keychain. I even saw clogs that had a different surface texture to help massage the soles of the foot which I wouldâve loved to make for myself. At the very end we played a game where two teams of three people line up on this set of clogs that can hold 3 pairs of feet. The game is a footrace and we played tournament style for prizes. Unfortunately my team (Team Name: The Winning Team) lost the first round. I was in the front and the tallest so my teammates couldnât see at all, then I was a little worried about taking too big steps or going too fast. I was hoping I could do âslow and steady wins the raceâ while the other teams blundered but unfortunately they didnât mess up at all and the round led to a very close first loss.

Funnily enough at the museum I saw the big three person clogs again, perhaps not too surprising as the Lanyang museum is about Yilan but how often can you look at an object in an exhibit and think you had just put your feet in those earlier today? We didnât have a lot of time to spend at the museum, only about 35 minutes until closing but I did my best to explore each floor and read as much as I could. The museum shared a lot about how the inhabitants of Yilan made their living and who they were. Besides handicrafts there was also a whaling industry there and before Han Chinese settlers there were many aborigine people living in Yilan.



After activities we had a relaxing time at the beach. Compared to the quartz-rich sand in Fulong the sand in Yilan was much finer and darker. Iâm not sure why but the water felt much warmer despite the cloudy skies, perfect conditions for a relaxing beach day. From the beach we could see turtle island, combined with the relatively calm lapping waters reflecting the mostly blue sky it was such a beautiful sight I could feel myself getting pulled out to the ocean. I even swam towards turtle beach for a little bit before turning back. I know itâs unsafe to go out too far due to rip tides and who know whatâs else beneath the surface.
Back at the hotel we got some more water time as it was also a hot springs resort. They had a good variety of public hot springs and a cold pool to dunk into which I liked very much. Iâm not sure why but I adapt pretty quickly to cold water in comparison to hot water. I think itâs because of the extra fat Iâve packed on from eating so much here lol. Iâm happy though so it really doesnât bother me. Another thing I liked was the water jets and water massages by the hot springs. It was nice to go there between dips in the hot springwater to get circulation going a different way. Something I noticed after dipping in the hot spring pools was that my mosquito bites are way less itchy. I canât speak about the other health benefits but as Iâm typing this I can definitely say the hot water makes it way less tempting to itch.
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C, F, G, I, K and Z
Thank you so much buddy! ^^
C - A ship you have never liked and probably never will.
The first one that comes to mind is Goku x Vegeta from DBZ, 99 % just because I feel like the characters get interpreted so weirdly in these fan works. Like you do you, but I personally like to at least recognize the characters as themselves no matter what sort of wacky situations they get thrown into! (The usualy disclaimer: no, I don't hate the ship or the shippers, it has just never worked for me personally.)
F - Whatâs the longest youâve ever been in a fandom?
Hmmh, I've been a fan of Biker Mice from Mars like... A little bit over 30 years? I'd say that. (At the approximately same age of 5 or so I did also watch Ginga Nagareboshi Gin, but for years it was just a random cool cartoon pretty much none of my friends cared about, so it didn't really become a THING in my life right away.)
G - Have you ever had an OTP? If so, do you remember your first one? Who was in it?
Ehh, not really. To me ships are mostly "hehe that's nice/cool/hot/messed up" -business rather than "OH GODS STAY STILL MY HEART I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!!1" The closest to OTPs, I think, are a few ships that have made me go "what do you MEAN they are NOT going to canonically get together during this???" because I honestly thought that that's where the story was going and the ships made so much sense to me. ='D Some that come to mind have been (in chronological order) Jessie x James from Pokémon, Phoenix x Edgeworth from Ace Attorney and Bucciarati x Abbacchio from JoJo part 5.
I - Has Tumblr caused you to stop liking any fandoms, if so, which and why?
Yeeeeeah, it has... It tells you something that I am seriously fearing getting hate even for saying it, but the worst must've been Flight Rising fandom. That is such a volatile, easily angered bunch of people who seem to love nothing more than tearing apart anyone who enjoys a silly pixel dragon game The Wrong Way TM. I'd honestly like to do more art of my FR characters, but I've already burned my fingers with this fandom.
K - What character has your favorite development arc/the best development arc?
I'd say the already mentioned Vegeta from DBZ. The dude goes from a bug eating space murderer to a family man, but he seriously has to hit his head on every obstacle on the way and sometimes multiple times over. It's slow and (literally) painful progress with steps taken sideways and backwards, so when he eventually gets there it feels really deserved. (Although I DO personally like the struggling part more than the end result, because yes please give me that tasty drama!)
Z - Just ramble about something fan-related, go go go! (Prompts optional but encouraged.)
GOD I wish people would get back into making messy, shitty, barely legible zines again! The things that are mostly called zines these days are straight up art books... Give me some very home-made stuff again, people!
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I think a fun thing that spices up Aerley amongst my platter of other ships is Barley was genuinely down bad for Aeris in their youth (and even confessed head on wowww) mf reeks of cowardly but literally none of my other pairings ever did this pre arc LMAO but it's just me being a biased fuck that likes to write slow burn so they all suffer for plot reasons, but somehow my decision to have him confess and admit it to her *AND* have her politely turn him down and him albeit upset still valued their friendship more he respected her choice and never once tried to chase her down the road ever again for the next several decades whilst they still hung out and spent time together is just sooooo fcking tasty for me, in an alt scenario where they never ended up together I don't think he would've been upset either he just enjoys her company as a whole, it's literally canon that he had pretty much moved on from the crush altogether and was actually very doubtful when everyone else kept nudging him that Aeris is starting to see him in a diff light, less *oh ofc she will never like me she's way outta my league* way but more *huh you mean my best friend Aeri? you gotta be kidding she's made it clear that she doesn't feel that way I've never sensed her acting any different either, it'll be weird and awkward if I assumed anything at all* but its also like rlly funny cuz he's so used to being around her dramatic ass her trying to get his attention is probably just another Tuesday for him lmao, but once he actually *does* start noticing he actually finds it endearing but again doesn't want to overstep and waits for her to admit it herself (in which she eventually does the confession scene is rlly cute in my head lol) and it's only then that he feels comfortable having that crush resurface and it goes full blown that he kept asking her whether she's okay w it (in which she is now)
^ deranged behavior
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đ€ Are there any new characters you want to write about?
I've been really getting into Tomb Raider again lately, so I might write something about Lara or one of her friends. Sam especially seems interesting to me - the truth about Himiko and Yamatai were certainly just as traumatic for her to learn about as they were for Lara (albeit in different ways) and it's got to be hard for her to square the childhood stories that were probably like fairy tales to the truth that nearly led to her being body-snatched.
I'm also really enjoying some of the silly 'Villainess' themed mangas and anime right now - 7th Time Loop and My Next Life as a Villainess are both turning out to be really funny in particular. It might be fun to write something about Catarina (from the latter series) - I really like the idea that she's demi-romantic and that's part of the reason she's super oblivious to the fact that everyone has fallen in love with her. It's not just her obsession with sweets (her true OTP, tasty sweets all hers to eat) or her fixation on avoiding 'doom flags'.
đ What is one of your smallest writing goals?
Pay better attention to how I'm feeling so I don't burn myself out. This was a pretty stressful year for me between the year starting with a hole in my hallway ceiling, the wasps that were basically a yearlong thing, and the home reno (with the walk in closet addition that took three tries for the wall to go up in the right place -_- ) and I didn't really realize how much a toll that was taking on my creative side until Flufftober arrived and I just... completely lacked the energy or drive to really participate. Since I still have a (much smaller) home reno project in mind for 2024, I want to do a better job of identifying when I need to slow down and do a bit more self care. Right now I'm focusing on some non-writing projects to kind of help myself reboot. I'm not avoiding writing, but I'm not pushing myself to get back into it right now.
... hmmm, not sure if this is actually a small goal or not now that I've written it down. But it's something I kinda struggle with towards the end of every year and hit me both harder and earlier this year so it is really important to me to find a better balance. (Also need to actually use my SAD lamps more, I think that factors in too...)
đ„Is there a chapter, scene, or WIP you're most excited to write? Share a snippet or tell us about it!
So I'd love to share something specific about my Eobard vs Eobard series but I don't wanna give spoilers either. Suffice it to say that Eo (Hero edition) is very oblivious about a few things that everyone - Meloni, Gideon, Robern, and even Barry - figure out before him. (You know he's being particularly oblivious about something if Barry figures it out first, am I right?)
But that's also a few stories away; the next fic in the series is going to be Barry and Eo vs ... I'm not sure yet. Eobard will intend to stay out of the fight at first but when Barry's hurt it makes Eo change his mind something sharpish. It'll have Eobard and Barry's first kiss, but also Eowells getting the first clue that Herobard may be a time traveler too.
đ Is there a new trope you'd like to write this year?
Something LitRPG-ish. I shared the idea not too long ago of Iris getting Isekai-ed into her favorite visual novel/dating sim and it'd be a lot of fun to write that one. And also I think she deserves her own little harem of cute guys and gals :D
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having thoughts about forced haircuts
#I feel like hair is something the vast majority of people feel protective of or attached to emotionally#it's a pretty major part of your appearance and gender expression#so having it removed against your will is pretty fucking demoralizing#as might be having it grow out#more of a slow burn but also pretty tasty#having long hair if you don't like it is a pain in the ass#also matting#given the lack of haircuts I imagine other personal grooming things might not be accessible either#and then you might have to completely shave it once that's an option#and if that hair started out long to begin with now we're back to a forced haircut#one lovely little circle#anyway#whump
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The Cardinalâs Bride, Chapter 5: Copia
~ A Romantic Adventure in the Old West: After being forced into a marriage with Mr. Saltarian by your father you are sent west to his estate in Nevada. Â Along the way you end up meeting one of the cowboys you have always fantasized about... ~
~~ Please visit The Outlaw Brides Masterpost to catch up and read more stories from this world ~~
Thank you to @tasty-ribz for the wanted poster!  Lots of other amazing people have done fanart of Cowboy Copia so please go check it out: @meowsaidmissy (1 / 2), @snail-shell2335  here, @vahvco here, @ghulehgwen here, @rabidghoul here, @nocterish here, @enjoy-my-swearingâ here, @blacktie-whitenoise (1 /2) and from valkyrieinpink on twitter.  Also a huge thank you to @kissingghouls for aggressively holding my hand and letting me scream at her about cowboys.
Cardinal Copia x Female Reader: alternative universe, slow burn romance, gun violence, blood, NSFW, 18+ only MDNI, 8,200 words for this one
Aether hated being left behind.
He hated this situation especially because of who was with Copia and his friends. The second he saw Mary he knew something stupid was going to happen. Stupid shit followed Mary around like a shadow. The fact that Copia was just going along with what everyone knew was a trap pissed him off to no end. Then there was the fact that Copia left him at camp to fucking babysit.
Babysitting Sunshine was like trying to pet a feral cat.
âSunshine, what are you doing?â
She had been digging through the saddlebags they were using the stolen stagecoach horses to carry. All he got for an answer was a grunt so he grabbed a small rock and threw it at her. That earned him a hiss, but otherwise she remained quiet and continued making a mess.
âHey, we might have to make a quick retreat here. What are you doing?â
âWhat does it look like Iâm doing?â
Aether groaned and threw another rock. Â
âIt looks like youâre making a mess.â
âYour cooking shit is still everywhere so maybe take your own advice.â
âYes, well Iâm picking up my cooking shit, youâre dumping clothes everywhere.â He reached down for another rock but this one she caught and launched back at him, barely missing his head. âDamn it, Sunshine, Iâm juâ.â
âDonât worry Dad, I'll pick it up. Iâm looking for some clothes.â
âWe donât have time for you to play dress up.â
âTheyâre not for me.â
Aether glanced over to the tree line where Copiaâs âPrincipessaâ was waiting. She looked nervous, sheâd been looking nervous all morning ever since her and Copia came back with Mary. He hadnât been able to tell if it was all because of Mary or if something had happened between her and Copia. Judging by the looks they had been exchanging he was pretty sure it was a bit of both. He sighed and looked back at Sunshine.
âWell we definitely donât have time for her to play dress up.â
âStop worrying, it wonât take long. Weâve got to get her out of that dress.â
Aether raised an eyebrow and looked back over at the Princess. Her dress had definitely seen better days, but so had everyone elseâs clothes.
âAnother week in that thing isnât gonna kill her.â
âYeah well, the smell might kill me so sheâs changing. Plus this will make it easier for her to walk and ride.â
âWe all smell, Sunshine. Get over it.â
Unsurprisingly, she ignored him and started holding some shirts up to look them over. Aether wasnât trying to be an asshole towards the girl, but he also didnât want her getting too comfortable. In one more week theyâd be back at The Ministry and they could hopefully arrange for the switch for the ransom money. The end of this was so close and he didnât want to deal with having to chase her around again.
âYouâre just making it easier for her to run away.â Sunshine just laughed at him and shook her head. Aether watched as she finally set aside a shirt and a pair of pants before shoving everything back into the bags.
âIâm sorry, have you seen the way Copia and her have been looking at each other? She isnât going to run away again.â Aether walked closer as she shook the clothes out. He wasnât sure whose pants she had grabbed but that looked like one of Swissâs shirts.
âOf course Iâve seen it and Iâve tried to talk to Copia about it but he wonât listen.â He crossed his arms when Sunshine just rolled her eyes at him. âWhat?â
âGood luck getting Copia to back off, I knew he was doomed as soon as I saw her picture in the paper.â She turned to head the Princessâs way, but Aether reached out and grabbed her arm, backing off with his hands up when she turned to growl at him.
âLook, I donât know what youâre up to, but you need to just leave it alone. Leave them alone and donât encourage anything.â Goddammit he was getting really tired of her rolling her eyes at him.
âThatâs the problem with you guys, none of you have a romantic bone in your body.â She took a step towards him and jabbed her finger into his chest, he saw the shirt drop out of her hands and sighed. That was definitely Swissâs. âAll Iâm doing is giving her a little hand with things, ok? Besides, if we get ambushed here or wherever itâll be easier if sheâs not tripping over that goddamn dress.â
âFine. Fine, but thatâs it Sunshine. Get her dressed and then let her be.â Â
âOf course, Dad.â Satanâs dick, Sunshine drove him crazy. âItâs just a change of clothes, man. Maybe a few self defense lessons.â Sunshine grunted as she leaned down to grab the shirt and started to shake it out. Â
Aether groaned and shook his head, but decided not to say anything. He didnât know why heâd even wasted his time talking to her. Sunshine could be as stubborn as Copia some days. He eyed the shirt in her hands before speaking again.
âYou know what seeing her in Swissâs shirt is going to do to him, donât you?â Sunshine just cackled and turned to start walking towards the Princess. Aether kneeled down to pick up the bags and started for the horses when he glanced back over at the girls. Something in Sunshineâs hand glinted in the sun and he watched as she handed it over to the girl. Unholy hell.
âSunshine, stop giving her knives!âÂ
The only response he got was Sunshineâs middle finger as they disappeared into the trees so the Princess could change. Groaning, he started for the horses again to get them ready. It was possible Copia and the others would be gone most of the day, but he wanted to be prepared in case they showed up sooner. Who knew how many of Saltarianâs men were waiting in that town. He was confident in everyoneâs abilities, whether it was with a gun or something hand to hand, but still. A trap was a trap and Mary was an asshole. Â
Despite being worried of their need to possibly leave quickly he took his time. The stagecoach horses werenât really cut out for anything more than lugging stuff around, but he brushed them out and took care of them just the same as their other ones. Theyâd be able to sell them for a decent sum whenever they made it back to town. He took a moment to look them over before deciding on one for the Princess to ride. Although he had a sinking suspicion Copia would find an excuse to have her ride with him again.
He had known what would happen as soon as heâd seen her picture in the paper too.
Aether paused when he heard the hoofbeats. A steady pounding coming from behind him, across the field. Lucifer, please. He took a deep breath and turned, hoping to see Copia and the others. Unfortunately the rider in the lead was dressed in all black so there was no mistake it was Mary. There were two other riders flanking him and as they got closer Aetherâs heart sank when he didnât recognize them. Â
He closed his eyes briefly, saying a quick prayer for his friends before glancing over to where the girls had disappeared into the trees. At least they hadnât come out yet, it would give him some backup with Sunshine and he knew sheâd tell the Princess to stay there where it would be relatively safe. He adjusted his gun belt and started walking through camp, passed the dying fire and stopping right at the edge. Â
By now he knew Sunshine had to have heard the horses and hopefully she was watching and ready. She hadnât taken her rifle with her so sheâd have to get close to help him. He would need to create enough of a distraction to give her that chance without being spotted. Copia left him here for a reason, he knew Aether would fight like hell to keep everyone with him safe. His friend had trusted him with his Princess for a reason and he wasnât going to let Mary take her without a fight.
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You couldnât remember the last time youâd worn pants.
When Sunshine had suggested a change of clothes you were ecstatic. Your poor dress looked nothing like it did when you had stepped into the stagecoach at the start of your journey. After days of horse riding and sleeping in the dirt it was more brown than blue and white. Falling into the creek the other day certainly hadnât helped either.
What was worse was the smell, although it didnât seem like it bothered any of your companions. It shouldnât anyway, they smelled far worse after days on the road. You figured it was just one of the things people got used to if they spent lots of time out of the city. Everyone kept mentioning heading to a casino and while you werenât exactly sure what to expect, Sunshine had promised you there were baths.
Youâd never wanted to take a bath so badly in your life.
Anytime someone brought up the casino, The Ministry as it was called, you would get nervous. It wasnât really the thought of the casino itself, but what it meant for you. The Cardinal had said a few times now that once they reached it they would be waiting there to hear from Saltarian.  At that point you assumed theyâd arrange the exchange of you for the ransom money and that would be it. Â
What happened after that you had tried not to think about too much. You didnât want to think about being near Saltarian at all. In just a few days heâd gone from being some unknown business associate of your fatherâs to a cold-blooded murderer. You had no idea what he was like beyond that. How would he treat you? Would he be angry you had been kidnapped? Would you end up locked away in a room until the wedding?
The wedding itself was just one more thing you didnât want to think about. While The Cardinal had mentioned the general plan a few times you really had no idea what it actually entailed. Were you going to be stuck in between flying bullets from both sides? Or what if The Cardinal and his Ghouls burned the church down? That would certainly be poetic justice considering what Saltarian had done to them, but what about you?
As the fear started to make your chest clench you tried to take a few deep breaths and calm down. The Cardinal had promised to protect you. You knew deep down you shouldnât trust him, trust the outlaw that had kidnapped you, but again your thoughts drifted back to how things had changed between you. There was something there now, something that made your heart speed up for a different reason.
You shook your head, you shouldnât be thinking about something like that. He was probably just trying to keep you happy and prevent you from running away again. Mary had mentioned another woman and there were probably more besides that. Why would he choose some silly city girl like you? You groaned and smoothed your hands down the pants before reaching down to pick up the shirt, turning your head when you heard Sunshine come through the trees.
âHowâs it going, kid?â You smiled softly at her nickname for you, no one here seemed to want to use your actual name. Even âPrincipessaâ had grown on you a bit, although youâd never tell The Cardinal that. âOh hey, those fit great.â
âThe shirtâs a little big.â You held out your arms to show her how far the ends hung off your hands, but she just tsked and walked close to start rolling them up.
âEh itâll work just fine, you look great!â Sunshine finished with the other sleeve and then took a step back and grinned. âYou fit right in now!â
âIâm not sure everyone would agree with you there.â You snorted and fiddled with the shirt for a moment.
âThe only opinions that matter are mine and Coâ, eh The Cardinalâs and I can guarantee you heâll approve.â She winked and you looked down to hide your blush. Well, you werenât going to lie and say you didnât want his approval. But it was a silly thing to want considering the circumstances. Â
âI justâŠIâm sorry. I donât even know what to think, my mind is all over the place.â You sniffed and turned a bit, trying to hide the tears welling up in your eyes. Oh now you were really being a silly city girl. You felt Sunshineâs hand on your arm and looked back at her despite your tears.
âListen, Iâve known The Cardinal a long time, ok? I havenât seen him acâ,â Sunshine abruptly froze and turned her head back towards camp. You started to ask what was wrong but she squeezed your arm so you kept quiet. You stayed frozen as she turned and crept towards the tree line. It was then that you could hear whatever mustâve stopped her speech, heavy horse hooves getting closer to camp.
She waved her hand towards you, motioning you to get down so you dropped to your knees, resting them on your dress for a moment before slowly moving towards her. As you got closer you were able to see Aether standing at the edge of camp. You held your breath as you turned to see what he was looking at, hoping it was The Cardinal and the rest of the Ghouls. Instead all you saw was Mary and two men you didnât recognize. They had pulled up right in front of Aether and you could see them talking to each other, but you didnât understand what they were saying.
âSunshine, whâ,â But she shushed you, her eyes not leaving the men as they spoke. Their voices were becoming louder and your heart started hammering in your chest. Where was the Cardinal? Aether reached a hand out to point behind Mary, but the man just shook their head. Everyone's voices got louder as the conversation became more heated and Sunshine tensed up even more next to you.
âFucking Mary, I knew that asshole was gonna try something.â She shook her head and started to say something else when the other two men moved around Aether to surround him. Mary nudged their horse closer to him right when one of the men drew their gun and cocked it. Aether turned at the sound, drawing their own gun but Mary abruptly kicked out and caught him in the face. Â
âShit!â
Your hands flew to your face as Aether dropped to the ground, Mary leaping off their horse right after. When Mary got close Aether slammed his foot into their knee, bringing them down as well. One of the men jumped off their horse but Aether held out his gun and you gasped into your hands when the shot rang out. The manâs body dropped swiftly but before Aether could focus on the other man Mary was up and on the Ghoul, slamming a fist into Aetherâs face.Â
Sunshine cursed under her breath and then turned and grabbed you by your shoulders.
âStay here. If Mary or the other two head this way you run, ok?â You wanted to say something, but she stood up and grinned down at you, before taking off towards camp. Mary and the other man werenât looking your way, Mary still busy fighting with Aether. The other one had gotten off their horse and was checking on his wounded companion. Â
You had thought she would have just run up to them shooting, but Aether abruptly spun Mary and was able to overtake them. The horses startled and started moving away from the chaos in between them. When the man looked up from what you assumed at this point was his dead companion their eyes immediately latched on Sunshine. The Ghoulette was quicker than him, getting a shot off before he could aim at her.
He jerked to the side and he went down right on top of the body of his companion. You couldnât decide what to watch at this point. Sunshine seemed calm as she advanced on the man she had shot, but at the same time Aether and Mary were cursing and growling at each other. You couldnât even tell who was winning as they rolled around in the dirt.
Where was The Cardinal? He wasnâtâŠhe couldnât be dead. There was no way he and the other Ghouls were dead. You took a shuddering breath and tried to fight the tears. Crying wouldnât do you any good right now, or at all. Sunshine said you needed to run if anyone headed your way so you needed to pay attention. You lowered your head for a moment to try and collect yourself, but when another shot rang out you yelped and looked back towards the fighting.
Mary had seemed to get the better of Aether and they had their gun pointed at Sunshine. You couldnât tell if their bullet had hit her or not, but she was down. Mary slowly got off of Aether, giving him one last punch in the gut before limping towards the Ghoulette. Your eyes stayed on Aether though, silently begging him to get up but he remained motionless where he was.
You looked back towards the other end of the field, still hoping youâd see The Cardinal ride out of the woods on Brizio but there was no one. Aether was down, possibly dead and Sunshine might be next. You pushed yourself onto your feet, your hands shaking as they rested against a tree trunk. Mary was standing over Sunshine now with their back to you pulling their gloves off and shoving them into their coat. When you looked back you narrowed your eyes, watching as Mary leaned back over Sunshine with a gun in their hand.
You couldnât let anymore of The Cardinalâs people die.
Sunshine had told you to run away, but where were you supposed to go? Your chances were probably better with Mary than on your own with no supplies in the middle of nowhere. You started looking at the ground around you, hoping to find a branch or anything you could use against Mary. The knives Sunshine had given you were still in your dress and you didnât have time to dig around for them.
Maryâs laughter rang out from camp, apparently Sunshine was awake you could see Mary kick her hand away from his leg. They were mocking her! You growled and grabbed a branch that was about as long as your arm and stalked out of the woods. Maryâs back was still to you, Aether hadnât moved and neither had Saltarianâs men. When you looked back at Mary and Sunshine, Mary had cocked their gun and was pointing it down at your friend. An angry scream built up in your chest and you ran at them swinging the branch.
The noise startled Mary and they whipped around to face you, but it was too late. You had swung the branch back and slammed it down as hard as you could, knocking it against Maryâs shoulder. They cried out and stumbled out of the way, landing on their knees nearby. You immediately knelt down to check on Sunshine but her eyes were closed, a large bruise forming on her cheek. Before you could try to wake her Maryâs hands were on your shoulders and they were yanking you up to your feet.
âMan, he really did a number on you, huh?â You tried twisting away from them, but their grip on your shirt was too strong. âQuit fucking struggling, Sweet Cheeks. Your fun little vacation is over. Time to go back to reality.â
âFuck you!â You kicked out behind you, but you missed connecting with anything. They grunted and wrapped an arm around your waist and then slid the other over your mouth.
âMan no wonder he liked you, the spunky ones always get hiâfucking shit!â You clamped your teeth down on Maryâs fingers as hard as you could, tasting blood. They cursed again and shoved you down onto the ground next to the smoldering fire, your hands landing on Aetherâs cooking pots he hadnât put away yet.
You spit Maryâs blood onto the ground and took a few deep breaths. All you wanted to do was cry, your mind becoming overwhelmed with the idea of The Cardinal being dead. Mary finally quieted down and you heard his footfalls come up behind you, the spurs on his boots jingling softly.
âI donât know what kind of fairytale The Cardinal was weaving into your head, but the reality is you meant nothing to him.â
You turned to glare at him, staying on the ground, ashamed of the tears gathering in your eyes. Â
âYou donât know what youâre talking about.â Mary snorted and shook their head.
âNo, Sweet Cheeks, I do know what Iâm talking about. But it doesnât matter now anyway. Heâs dead and so are his annoying sidekicks.âÂ
âI donât believe you.â
âWell I donât give a fuck what you believe, all I need you to do is get up and get ready to go.â
âDonât touch me!â You kicked out when Mary tried to grab you, connecting with their ankle. Mary stumbled back growling, glaring down at you.
âWhatâs it gonna take for you to accept it, huh? Do you want me to drag his body back here for you to cry over like some war widow?â
âHeâll come back for me!â The tears were flowing freely now and your heart was clenching in your chest. You couldnât believe it, you didnât want to believe it. Mary crouched down in front of you and you tried to take a calming breath.
âAlright, fine. Iâll play along, what if he did come back? What did you think was gonna happen?â
âI donâtâŠwe were going to hide out until Saltarian paid the ransom.â
âThen what? Heâd come swooping in like some hero and rescue you from your horrible new husband?â Your eyes dropped to the ground and Mary snorted before continuing, âSweet Cheeks, did it ever occur to you he was blowing smoke up your ass to get you to cooperate? Hell, to get under your dress too.â
You clenched your hands into fists, your nails digging into your skin at the implication of his last words. The Cardinal had done nothing to pressure you intoâŠinto that. Heâd certainly been attentive to you, touching and holding you more than you think youâd ever been since you were a child. You found yourself shaking your head again, he hadnât done anything you didnât like. If anything his touches had left you wanting more.
âHe told me his plan and he said heâd protect me. That heâd keep me safe.â
âOh, heâll keep you safe alright, as long as itâs useful for him to keep you around.â Mary brought his bloody hand to your chin and lifted your face up so your eyes met. They smiled, but it was cruel and mocking and all you wanted to do was wipe it off their face. âSweet Cheeks, Iâve known The Cardinal for a long time, nothing will get between him and his revenge. Not even some pretty young virgin like you.â
You jerked your chin out of his hand, narrowing your eyes as they laughed at you.
âHe promised that heâd protect me.â
âCopiaâs made promises to girls much prettier than you, so good luck holding him to anything.â Copia? Was thatâŠwas that his name? Mary must have picked up on your confusion because they started laughing again. âYou see! You didnât even know his name! Not much of a love story is it?â
You felt the fight leaving you as Maryâs words started to sink in. Maybe they were right, maybe this was all an act by The Cardinal. By Copia. An act to help keep you in line and make it easier to drag you to the casino. Mary was still chuckling, but you tried to block the sound out. Â
âThis is all an act, Sweet Cheeks. If you get between him and Saltarian heâs going to take the shot and heâll walk over your body to get his revenge.â
No. It wasnât an act. Mary was right, you were inexperienced, but you werenât an idiot. Copia had listened to you when you told him you werenât there by choice, his behavior after that had changed. He had opened up to you that night by the fire, he had trusted you enough to share his past. You closed your eyes and imagined his arms around you while you rode around on Brizio.
You saw his face leaning closer when he was about to kiss you.
âFucking wake up!â Maryâs raised voice startled you back to the present and you reached up to wipe the tears off your cheeks. âYou donât mean anything to him except the means to an end. And if your end is part of it, trust me, he wonât lose any sleep over your death.â
âFuck you and fuck Mr. Saltarian.â You reached your hand behind you and grasped the handle of one of the cooking pans. You werenât going to listen to any more of this.
âSorry, Sweet Cheeks, youâre not my tyââ The sound of the pan hitting Maryâs head echoed around the campsite and you held it in the air for a moment, watching as blood started trickling down Maryâs forehead. Their eyes rolled back and they slumped over, laying there completely still while you stayed frozen with the pan in the air.
After a moment you dropped it to the ground and exhaled slowly. You looked around the campsite at the carnage, a bunch of bodies still laying around and not moving. The horses had started to mill around, munching on the grass. You pushed yourself off the ground and stood up, your hands were starting to shake and for a moment you felt like crying again. A sound behind you stopped you though and your breath caught as you slowly turned around to see what it was.
The Cardinal, Cardinal Copia, was riding out of the trees and racing towards you.
Before you even registered yourself moving you were running away from the camp towards him. As he got closer you got a better look at him, his dirty leather jacket was missing along with his hat. You could see one side of his face was matted with blood and you almost cried out at the sight. You heard him shout for you and you stumbled in your desperation to get to him.  Â
âPrincipessa!âÂ
Copia pulled up on the reins but didnât even wait for Brizio to stop, leaping over the side and running the rest of the way towards you. He caught you as you practically threw yourself at him. You knew youâd probably be embarrassed at your display later, but right now you didnât care. You didnât care about anything except the feel of his arms around you. You buried your face in his shirt, a deep red button up that was marked with sweat and some blood.Â
âHey, hey,â His hands cupped your face, pulling it away from his chest while you attempted to hide your tears. When your eyes met he smiled and you felt like crying even more seeing the wound on his face. âIâm ok, Iâm here. Weâre all ok.âÂ
Your hand came up to grip his shirt but he caught it in one of his own, squeezing it gently and holding it over his heart. Like he knew you needed the extra reassurance despite him standing in front of you. His other hand stayed on your cheek, the thumb stroking across your skin back and forth. It helped calm you and you took a shaky breath before trying to speak.Â
âMaryâs here. They came back with two men and attacked Aether and Sunshine. I, I donât knoââ Your voice cracked and he shushed you, holding your head against his chest for a moment. You felt his own head rest against the top of yours briefly and you swore you felt the ghost of his lips on your hair before he pulled away.
âStay behind me.â He kept your hand in his as he walked towards camp, his other hand pulling his gun out of its holster.
âMary said you were dead. That you were all dead.â It almost felt like a dream now, you found yourself squeezing his hand and you couldnât help but smile when he squeezed back.
âWeâre all a bit banged up, but the only ones that are dead are Saltarianâs men.â He let go of your hand when he reached the first body and nudged the man over onto his back before he knelt down next to him. You watched as he checked their pulse, then took the manâs hat and covered his face. Â
The next body had the same result and you breathed a sigh of relief. Copia went over to Mary next, giving them a much harder kick to roll them over. While he knelt down to check Mary you went over to Sunshine and knelt down next to her, taking her wrist to check her pulse. When you felt it beat steadily against your fingers you reached up to brush some of her hair back.
The bruise on her cheek had gotten bigger, but the worst thing you saw was the blood staining the sleeve of her coat. You jumped when you felt Copiaâs hand on your shoulder and he helped you pull her jacket off, eliciting a few groans from her as the sleeve slid down her arm. Copia checked the wound for a moment and then pulled off the bandana she wore around her neck, tying it around her arm.
âItâs just a graze, Principessa. Sheâll be fine.â Sunshine groaned and you watched as her eyes blinked open, squinting into the sun. Â
âFuck you, Boss.â Copia chuckled and touched her shoulder gently. The Ghoulette turned towards you and gave you a quick grin before groaning and bringing a hand up to rub her cheek. âIs Mary still alive? If so, can I kill them?âÂ
âMaryâs alive. For now.â You watched as Copia got up and started to move over to Aether before pausing. He looked back to Sunshine for a moment and then back at you with an eyebrow raised. âWho hit Mary?â
You bit your lip and glanced down to where the cooking pan was still laying in the dirt. Copia reached down and picked it up, turning it over to look at the huge dent Maryâs head had left. He looked back to you and started laughing, shaking his head as he tossed the pan back on the ground. Â
âWell done, Principessa.â
When you glanced over at Mary you saw that Copia had tied their hands behind their back. Blood had covered their face, but you couldnât bring yourself to feel bad. Youâd hit them again if you had to. You breathed a sigh of relief knowing that Aether and Sunshine were ok. Copia was helping Aether stand up and they grasped each otherâs elbows briefly before they came over to you and Sunshine.
âWe need to pack up and head back to the town.â Copia reached down and you slid your hand into his, letting him pull you up. Your eyes drifted to his wound again and you winced. He tilted his head to catch your eyes and smiled at you. âIâll be ok, it looks worse than it is.â
You nodded, biting your lip to fight the tears that wanted to come once more. His face softened and he pulled you away towards where Brizio had wandered to, the horse always staying close to his master. Â
âIâm sorry, I was just scared. I thought you might not be coming back.â Copia cupped your cheeks again and you blinked your tears away so you could see his face clearly.
âDidnât I promise to protect you?â You bit your lip and nodded, forcing all the nasty words Mary said out of your mind. Words that werenât true. âI may be an outlaw, Principessa, but I keep my promises.â
âI believe you, Copia.â Your body froze when his name slipped out and you were waiting for him to be upset that you knew it now, but he just smiled. His hands dropped from your cheeks and took your own, bringing one up to his lips so he could kiss the back of it like he had done before.
âI figured Mary would let it slip. I guess you know all my secrets now.â You couldnât help but smirk, pleased that he wasnât upset about it. Happy that you knew his real name now and that you could use it. You looked down at his hands for a moment before he spoke again. âWell, maybe not all my secrets.â
When you glanced up at his face he winked at you and you rolled your eyes.
âOkie dokie, letâs get going.â
~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~
Cleaning up camp didnât take very long. While Aether and Copia dragged the bodies into the woods you and Sunshine got things packed up. Mary had woken up eventually, but Copia shoved a rag into their mouth to keep them quiet. You couldnât help but glare at them every time you walked by, but Mary just glared right back.
Asshole.
They threw Mary over their own horse and tied them down, you could hear them swearing through their gag but other than that you didnât bother giving them any attention. Sunshine wandered up to you with her hands behind her back and a smile on her face. When she pulled them out she had the knives you had left with your dress in the woods.
âYou did pretty good with a frying pan, but Iâd still keep these handy, kid.â You laughed and took them back, but you were unsure where to stash them now. Sunshine started to say something, but Copia came up and interrupted her.
âAllow me.â Sunshine snorted and held her hands up while she wandered off towards Aether. When you looked back at Copia he had an odd look on his face so you raised your eyebrow at him. âWeâll need to teach you how to use these soon.â
âA knife doesnât seem difficult to use, just stick them with the sharp end, right?â Copia laughed, ducking his head while he shuffled them in his hands. He stepped close and took the smallest one, slipping it into the pocket of your pants. You held your breath at his proximity, biting down on your lip when he used a finger to pull the waistband out so he could clip one of them to the belt Sunshine had given you.Â
âI think weâll need to let you practice with a gun too.â
âOh Copia, I donât knoââ
âNo, today proves that despite my promise you still need to be able to defend yourself.â He knelt down and lifted your pant leg up, tucking the final knife into your boot. You could feel its leather case rest against your ankle, but it wasnât uncomfortable. If anything it was a comfort to have it, to have all of them close by just in case. Â
Copia stood up and looked you up and down for a moment. He cocked his head while he looked at the shirt you had on and you reached up to adjust it a bit self-consciously. Your lace chemise you had worn under the dress showed sometimes and you had already seen Copia notice it once or twice. He wouldnât stop staring so you huffed and crossed your arms.
âWhat?â
âPrincipessa, whose shirt is that?â
~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~
Once you got to the town there was a nice reunion with everyone. Even Mountain had come up and lifted you in a huge bear hug. As you walked through the town your mood sobered a bit though, it was obvious quite the battle had taken place. You could see that in the tired faces of the Ghouls as well although it was clear they had taken the time to clean up a bit and bandage what needed to be bandaged.
Now with night having fallen you were all gathered around another campfire, this time near the outskirts of the town. Mary had been tied to an overturned wagon a ways away. The blood still caked on their face and the rag still shoved into their mouth. You almost asked if someone should clean them up or give them some water but you decided, for the moment at least, you didnât care.
What you did care about was making sure Copia, Aether and Sunshine got cleaned up. Dewdrop had been surprisingly helpful, finding a few somewhat clean sheets in one of the houses and then going off to get some water. He didnât say anything to you, but it felt like his attitude towards you had changed a bit. Youâd have to apologize at some point for biting him.
Rain had taken up the task of cleaning up Aetherâs face while Dew worked on Sunshine. He seemed like the only one willing to put up with her hissing and cursing while the bullet graze on her arm got sewn up. You had attempted to watch, but it was a little too much for you so you turned and set your attention on your own patient.
Copia had found his hat and had it back on his head, so you tipped it up a bit to get at the gash above his eyebrow. It wasnât as deep as you thought it would be so you were relieved when he said it wouldnât need stitches. That was probably a good thing because he was surprisingly twitchy whenever you brought the wet rag to wipe around the wound. When he kept wincing you shushed him, earning you a very impressive glare.
âI thought cowboys were supposed to be tough.â He snorted and reached up for his hat, taking it off and setting it on the ground next to him.Â
âCleaning them up is usually worse than getting them.â You smiled as he made another face when you pressed the rag against the cut again, gently dabbing at the blood. Â
âIâm almost afraid to ask whatâs the worst youâve ever been injured.â
He tilted his head up and squinted his eyes, like he was thinking back on what you were sure were the countless injuries heâd received over the years. When he reached up for your hand you gave him a wary look as he brought it to rest on top of his left thigh, right in the middle. You glanced back up at his face when he spoke.
âTook a knife here a few years ago.â You made an âohâ sound and looked back down at where his bare hand was settled over yours. There were a few scars on the back of it and it made you think of how many scars he probably had covering his body. Unfortunately that thought made your cheeks flame and you hoped the firelight dancing across your skin hid it from him.
You tried to tug your hand away from his so you could get back to cleaning his cut, but he wouldnât let go. Instead he lifted it up so he could study it in the light and then narrowed his eyes at something near your thumb. There was a very small burn mark there, barely noticeable to you but his keen eyes had honed in on it immediately.Â
âOh, I was trying to make myself some tea.â Your eyes narrowed as a bark of laughter left him and you jerked your hand away. âI was a child! Iâm sorry I donât have any wounds from knife fights to brag about.â
âIt was barely a fight, Principessa.â He was still laughing, like it was a fond memory rather than a painful one. You looked back up to him with an eyebrow raised and he pointed towards town to where Mary was tied up.Â
âWait, Mary stabbed you?â Copia nodded his head and smiled when you shook yours in disbelief. Â
âEh, Iâve done worse to them over the years.â You snorted and wrung the rag out again, glancing back up at his face to make sure the cut wasnât starting to bleed again. Another blush started to grow on your cheeks when you saw his eyes on you. âStill wasnât the worst wound Iâve gotten.â
You frowned when he took your hand again and watched warily as he pulled it up to his chest. His hand settled yours right over his heart and you held your breath when you felt it beat strongly against your palm. Copia didnât say anything for a moment and you looked back up at his face expectantly.
âA lovely girl in Denver.â He was biting his lip and you raised your eyebrow as you waited for the rest of the story. âShe broke my heart.â
His laughter covered your groan and when you yanked your hand away he grabbed at it again bringing it up to his lips to place a quick kiss on the back. Your cheeks were going to be permanently red at this point, it seemed like his only goal anymore was to make you blush.Â
âYou did good, Principessa. Iâm impressed.â It was impossible to hide your pleased smile so you just let it grow on your face. You startled a bit when a shadow fell over you and let out a little sound when something plopped onto your head. The Cardinal had placed his hat on you, although it was too big and fell nearly to your eyes, obscuring your vision. Before you could move it one of his hands came up and tilted it back and you were met with a smile so dazzling you had to look away. âWeâll make a cowboy out of you yet.â
âIâm not sure Iâll ever be cut out to be a cowboy.â You bit your lip as you adjusted the hat a bit more. When you risked a glance at him his eyes held yours briefly before he winked and you had to look away again. The moment was quickly ruined when he knocked his hat down to cover your eyes and you growled but as you reached up to fix it you felt his breath on your ear and you froze.
âWeâll see about that.â
~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~
In the morning they relocated Mary inside one of the buildings so they werenât baking under the sun. You stayed back and helped pack up again, not wanting to hear any more poisonous words from Mary. Everyone seemed to be in better spirits this morning and it made you happy. Even Dewdrop was in a good mood, but you think that had something to do with whatever he and Swiss had found in one of the buildings. You had been about to ask them what it was but Copia and Aether had wandered out of the building they put Mary in so you waited in the street as they walked up.
âAre they going to be ok if you leave them here?â Copia raised an eyebrow at your question and you rolled your eyes. âI just donât like the sound of them, or anyone, starving to death.â
âMary will be fine. Thereâs a town nearby, some more of Saltarianâs men are waiting there.â You froze at that news, but Copia gave you a reassuring smile and rested a hand on your shoulder. âItâs a few days' ride away, Principessa. Weâre safe. Mary will even be safe. When Mary doesnât show up with you theyâll send some men out here to see what happened.â
âDo you think Saltarian will hurt Mary?ïżœïżœ For not bringing me back. For not killing you.â
âMary is an idiot, but theyâre still useful. Saltarian wonât waste the energy killing them.â Copia had remained at your side, his hand sliding down your arm to rest on your elbow. âWe should get going, Rain said there was a storm brewing in the mountains.â
He squeezed your elbow and gave you a gentle tug so youâd follow him. You looked out to the mountain ridge and bit your lip. You didnât see any signs of storm clouds gathering, but you trusted Rain to know what they were doing. Oh, you hated storms! Missouri would get such awful ones in the spring and summer and you were always a nervous wreck during them. Â
âWhat will we do?â Copia stopped next to the horse you would be riding and peered down at you, seemingly a little confused over your question. âIn the storm, how will we avoid it?â
âWe usually donât, Principessa.â His face softened as he looked at you, seemingly picking up on your nervousness. âBut we canât stay around here. Itâs not safe, not with Saltarianâs men so close.â
âI know, Iâm sorry. I just, well youâll poke fun, but Iâm scared of storms.â You felt your cheeks heat a little bit at your admission and you glanced quickly at his face, expecting to see that smirk of his. All you saw though was compassion, his features still soft as his eyes traced your face.
âHow many times will I need to remind you that Iâll protect you, eh?â His voice was stern but you could see the teasing glint in his eye. You smiled and nodded, the rest of your insecurities from Maryâs words fading away. He put a hand at the small of your back and nudged you closer to the horse, âTime to go.â
Copia helped you up much like he had done before, kneeling down and letting you put your foot in his hands to help lift you up onto the horse. It was much easier to do so now in the pants and while you still missed your dress, you were happy to feel more at home on a horse. Copia busied himself with adjusting some straps on the saddle before bringing his hands to your foot.
"Do you want to know the best thing about being rid of that stronzino, Principessa?" You raised an eyebrow and looked down at him expectantly, watching as he finished tucking your foot into the stirrup. Â
âWhatâs that?â Copiaâs hand moved to your ankle, holding it in a loose grip. His eyes remained focused there, flexing his fingers around it a few times. The warmth from his hand was starting to seep into your skin through your pants and you couldnât help but think about how good it felt. You were focused on his hand so much his voice startled you when he spoke again.Â
"With Mary gone there won't be anyone to interrupt us."
âInterrupt us? From whaââ Your voice cut off when his hand started moving from your ankle. It slid slowly up your leg, your cheeks starting to heat as it continued higher, only stopping when it reached your knee. He brought his other hand up to rest at your waist and you sucked in a breath, feeling caged in by him. It wasnât anywhere close to an unpleasant feeling, but you still nudged your knee against his hand, trying to get him to answer.  âCopia, what do you mean?â
He remained silent, but his eyes began to travel from where his hand rested on your knee, trailing up your thigh and higher. You could feel goosebumps sprouting over your skin as you watched his mismatched gaze take you in. Copia bit his lip momentarily when they rested at where his hand was on your waist before they continued further. It wasnât until he was looking at your lips that they stopped again and the memory of when he had looked at them like that before popped into your head. Of when he had almost kissed you. Â
Oh.
You watched as a smile broke out onto his face, his eyes finally meeting yours. He took a few seconds to watch your reaction, your mouth had fallen open a little but no sounds were coming out. His smile just got wider as he watched the realization dawn on your face, both of his hands squeezing the flesh underneath them.
âWeâll have to find some time for that, eh?â With that Copia winked and gave you a final squeeze before he turned to make his way over to his Ghouls.
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If you were going to turn the Pokemon villains into Pokemon as punishment, what would be the best choice for each one?
Haha, thanks for asking.
Standardizedbogey and I were talking about this last night because of her fic (which I highly recommend) were Giovanni was turned into a lillipup as a punishment, with doggy instincts and all. Some of these are my own ideas, some we came up with together.
Giovanni: okay, I couldnât come up with anything as good as a lillipup, but yamper could work for the same reasons of being a small, helpless-looking dog (and we all know heâs a huge cat person), plus, this one gets the zoomies.
Silver: The best way to teach him a lesson in there being more to PokĂ©monâs worth than battle strength would be to turn him into a PokĂ©mon thatâs weak but nonetheless adaptable and determined. Perhaps an abra, which, while incapable of fighting, is intelligent and excellent at escaping bad situations.
Maxie: something very sensitive to changes in the environment. Perhaps a slowpoke would work- they live near water and require the health of a saltwater species to survive. Plus its instinct might deprive Maxie of his ability to use his intelligence.
Archie: like with Maxie, you could have him think twice about his goal by turning him into something that needs a very specific, non-watery environment. Perhaps a numel would work, as theyâre very sensitive to water and would surely be wiped out if Archie went through with his plan. Doubles as punishment because numel are slow, weak, and canât go in water.
Cyrus: Eevee. Just destroy his lone wolf aesthetic and fill him to the brim with instincts to be friendly and want to be with people and cuddle up on their laps because theyâre sad. Or because they seem nice. Or because he likes their hat. Or. Or. Or. Or. As a bonus, Mars looks after him for a while and he evolves into a pink ribbon dog that might as well have âI love my friendâ written across his forehead and has empathy as a superpower.
N: N doesnât deserve a punishment, but heâd really hate being a slugma. Thereâs no handling PokĂ©mon in need if youâd only burn them.
Ghetsis: Ghetsis needs to be taken down a peg in terms of power, so a regional rodent would be good. I think bidoof would be the best choice because then its absentmindedness would keep him from scheming without zoning out. Also, heâd probably have to rely on N for protection because Colress would definitely want to run some experiments on a human-turned-PokĂ©mon.
Lysandre: a good punishment for Lysandre would be to become something insignificant and filthy, so I chose a gastrodon. Heâs identical to numerous others of his kind living all across the map, heâs hideous and slimy, he has instincts to bathe in mud and algae, and people look at him with disgust when he visits populated areas. Used to being respected and revered, now people wonât even let him on their carpets.
Lusamine: I donât really have an idea for her, but she definitely wouldnât like being a trubbish. Itâll be pretty hard to command the Aether Foundationâs respect like that.
Guzma: Petilil. Guzma would hate being something weak and dependent, and a small, sensitive plant PokĂ©mon would really ruin his aesthetic, plus heâd look tasty to bug-types! Plumeria will look after him, donât worry.
Piers: Whismur. It canât do any of the three things Peirs cares about: rock out, battle well, or help his family and community. Marnie would probably have to look after him, and he wouldnât want that. Its evolutions are stronger and louder, but are just as unable to produce appealing music.
Rose: honedge. It drinks the life force of others, actively undoing what he tried to do. It canât be around people without doing that, which heâd hate as a massive extrovert.
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Firstly if you find that Adoribull fic I hope you share and second if you have any fic recs for Bull in general I want to know đ
Also autocorrect nearly made his name Bill. The Iron Bill, a legal juggernaut. Don't call him William.
...he's pretty well versed in fiscal affairs.
i'm going to rummage through ao3 as a treat so maybe i'll be lucky haha i'll send it to you if that's ok and if i find anything.đ
i started reading fics on ao3 not so long ago, so my collection is humble and classic, still...
these are purely gen/plot and character focused with rare nsfw scenes:
small secret spaces â i adore this absolute gut punch of a fic, it's about 2k words and is written from bull's tama perspective. absolutely heartbreaking as anything regarding bull's time on seheron.
there's also i can see us gather at the gates from the same author, a 36k words work in progress, bull x f!trevelyan. it studies them both in opposition to each other, this one got me thinking and feeling for days.
there's also a very short the sea is unchanged in the same series, i recommend lilith_morgana's works in general, because just as this one, they're always written with such love for the characters, as well as with wise, mature understanding of them.
ebasit â a different author, another character study, 12k. so far the only inquisitor!bull fic i've seen, not even on ao3, and by god it's tasty. it's adoribull and bull x josephine, but still mostly a character study. bull seems to be more serious and tough here than as a companion. there is also one thing about adoribull that'll absolutely break your heart in the best way possible.
but there's a twist is an almost 60k words modern au adoribull fic that's definitely worth checking out because i'm not overestimating when i'm saying that it's got everything. this will be painful, this will be sweet and rewarding. and the title does not lie. again, this fic seems to be just one of a kind, very glad a thing like this just exists. also, lilacsolanum is overall an amazing writer,
and vasaad proves it. i respect any fic that touches on vasaad's character because there's just so much angst potential in just a few words cole says in canon, and this one? nailed it. it's also 6k words adoribull. bull's got some baggage, bull's gotta understand that dorian's not afraid of it.
(there's also my father and his father before him from the same author, but even though it's an adoribull fic, it's more of a study of dorian. also highly recommend, gets you very invested in dorian's depressed shenanigans. also the best portrayal of halward i've seen.)
continuing with the vasaad theme, triptych is probably one of the most well-known works on this list. adoribull 41k words soulmate au. it's got such a good grasp on bull's grief. the soulmate au reality only enhances it. i was fascinated at how the system of qunari names was intertwined with the significance of names for the soulmate au. and vasaad? oh. he haunts the entire work, and frankly, it feels right.
cassandra and the chrysanthemum caper is going to be right up your alley if you enjoy older characters exploring pining and slow burning in 16k words while being rather oblivious about it. cassandra x bull, the divine and her bodyguard, and everything you can expect from these two. bonus points for bull with a disability.
stuck on the puzzle â ok, actually this one is the most well-known on this list. i don't really interact with content about cullen, and it's his pov in this cullen x bull 200k beast. but this is a very well-crafted and thoughtful work. plus, there is also an interesting exploration of characters and non-sexual bdsm. just very solid writing.
darkened room â sigh, who doesn't like good ol' ptsd-flavoured nightmares? especially when it's adoribull.
maraas kata â somehow whenever there's qunlat in the title you know it's gonna be good. i consider this to be a bull's trauma exploration. dorian and bull are visiting seheron, very bittersweet. bitter because of course, it's seheron, sweet because bull's got support, and he's not alone.
another country â and another fic from venndaai whose works are absolutely beautiful. not very long. it's adoribull, and i'm weak for time traveling. especially for meeting your loved one in the past. especially when it's this sweet and touching.
so shall it be â rather short bull x adaar, consists of a very technical approach to bondage while also being non-sexual. and it's just sweet!
also, there is some stuff i'm in the process of reading, but still enjoy and find interesting:
run home â i'm only starting reading that one, but i already know it's a high quality work that studies characters in-depth, bull x f!lavellan, bull is an adoptive father of a kid!krem, plus, it's little league au.
better angels â i'm still in the process of reading it, but so far i find it lighthearted and like writer's inquisitor and sense of humor. the plot of m!lavellan x bull losing their memory and trying to piece everything together seems interesting!
aneth ara â as it's easy to realize, i'm in the process of reading many fics. but whenever i see f!lavellan x bull exploration that's over 100k words, i just can't help myself. :) plus, i really like how it's written, it seems very well-built to me.
since it's bull, there's also a good chunk of pretty hot purely pwp stuff:
kindle and char and enflame and ignite â adoribull playing pirates. :) it's pretty lighthearted and sweet, very nice experience!
the summit shrouded in fog â this cullen x bull and x dorian will be your jam if you like more intense scenes. it explores how violent bull is and how it interacts with him being a dom among other things. that's actually not the thing i've seen discussed much before in various texts, so that's cool.
got 180 degrees (and i'm caught in between) â this is a pretty recent work on dorian x krem x bull, made me go !!! i just love krem very much.
come on, get higher â just wanted good ol' bottom!bull and i got it. this is adoribull. also, i know that justjasper created a big amount of works for adoribull in general, and afaik they all are worth checking out,
such as katoh, for example. a very touching compilation of moments between dorian and bull that are sharing the common theme of communication. i like when authors work with the watch word use, it's as important as a good scene.
rivers in the sand â i dunno how explicit it might be considered, so it goes here. adoribull, bull sees similarities between the seheron and the hissing wastes, definitely has a ptsd episode running as an app in the background. bonus points for dorian finding bull being a nerd hot because same.
anyways, thank you sooo much for asking and giving me a chance to rumble about fics i love about a character i love! sorry if i took the task way too seriously, haha. surely there can be much more even with my little experience of ao3, but i'll stop here.
#iron bull#dorian pavus#adoribull#fic rec#hope this will be useful to other folks i absolutely adore these writers and want them to have as much feedback as possible#even though some works were written years ago#my post#ask
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Killer Klowns
Pairings: Gareth Emerson x GN!Reader
Summary: going to the drive in with Gareth to see killer klowns from outer space.
Pov: first person- Y/n
Genre: fluff
Warnings: clowns, slight cursing, Gareth kinda having a fear for clowns, mentions of sex if you look really hard, mentions of dead bodies. Not fully proofread, I was writing while watching it so there might be a few mistakes, please excuse them.
A/N: this part of the little mini series i created, its about going to the movies/ drive in with Gareth to watch different movies cause my boy loves movies, he is lots of things but one thing he definitely is a movie fanatic! Words cannot describe how much I love this movie, itâs in my top 5, I know lots of people shit on this movie but I canât help but just love it! If you havenât watched this movie yet, I 100% recommend it, itâs supposed to be a horror movie but itâs more silly and fun than anything, so if you donât like horror movies, thatâs completely okay, this movie should be okay for you to watch! đżalso shorty is my favorite character so I had to make it Y/nâs favorite character, sorry not sorry. Also can we talk about the game coming out next year- SO FREAKING EXCITED!!!!

June 3rd, 1988 8:02 pm
This was nice. Me and Gareth never get nights like this anymore. With Corroded Coffin slowly starting to become a hit and spending most nights on the road, we never have us time. I don't even remember the last time me and Gareth went out somewhere nice together, alone. So this is nice to get away from the other guys for a bit.
We decided on going to the drive in, i favorite date night spot of ours. He had picked the movie, Killer Klowns from Outer space. It released almost a week ago and hasn't been getting the best rating, but me and Gareth will be the judge of that. I mean, its about clowns, it's gotta be scary. Which is right up me and Gareth's ally. It just started as the title card was ending.
"im jojo the ice cream clown, with the best ice cream in town! We give you the stick, you give it a lick, A tasty treat for while you screw!" the ice cream man said in the movie.
"Well that's mature"
8:08 pm
"where's the dang ticket booth?"
"oh fuck no" Gareth said, next to me chewing on some popcorn.
A shadow of what i assumed was a clown appeared from in the circus tent in the movie.
"did he just take his dog?"
"i think so Gare"
"Where's my dog? Where's my pooh bare? I'll tear this thing apart with my bare hands!" the old man said before placing his hands on the circus tent which ended up with him getting shocks through his body. Right afterwards a clown appeared on the scream, a colorful funny looking gun pointing towards the old man.
"Babe...i thought this was supposed to be a horror movie.." i said, this isn't very scary for it to be counted as a horror movie.
"we are only 9 minutes in, maybe as it goes on it will get scary, maybe it's just one of those slow burn horror movies"
8:17 pm
"No body stores cotton candy like this"
"What are you talking about, of course it is, look-"
The man pulls off a piece of cotton candy off just to be faced with a dead corpse.
"cotton candy cocoons with dead bodies in them....what in the actual fuck-" Gareth said with a giggle, he stopped laughing though when a clown with red hair and a purple and blue outfit on popped up on the screen.
"wait- Gareth, are you afraid of clowns?" i said, a big smile on my face.
"what? no-"
"oh my god, yes you are, how am i just now finding out about this? And you were the one to pick this movie"
"just shut up and keep watching"
8:27 pm
"why are these people opening the door so easily? if i saw that at my front door i would shut that door quicker than the speed of light" Gareth said before taking a big gulp of his drink.
It was a little dumb,if you saw a clown with pizza boxes, not knowing whats inside them, late at night, you would act all cool about? Fuck no.
But i will say the small little clown with the green hair is pretty adorable.
8:31 pm
The small little clown rides a little colorful looking bike, riding towards a group of hardcore bikers.
"mean bike you got there, can i take a ride pal?" the biker asked, the small clown answered no in whatever clown language he was speaking.
"can i beep the horn?" this time the clown answered yes, only for the asshole to take his small colorful bike and slam it on the ground, breaking the bike.
"that was just rude" i said
"what you feel bad for the clown?" Gareth asked
"actually yes i do, he is actually very adorable"
"what are you gonna do? knock my block off?" the biker asked, that is when the small clown, now wearing boxing gloves, punched him right in the face, his head falling right off his body.
"that's what you get prick" i said, Gareth slowly turned his head towards me
"you are unbelivable sometimes you know that?"
8:44 pm
"no way the shadow of his hands just ate those poor people" i said "that was a dumb death, right Gareth" i said, he did respond " gareth?"
i looked over to see him clutching onto himself, he looked....scared.
"holy shit, you can't be serious Gareth"
"listen i love horror but i hate clowns"
"then why did you choose to watch this?"it didn't make sense, if he didn't like clowns, why would he pick this to go and watch? He could have picked something else.
"it was a bet"
"what?" i said confused.
"i made a bet with the boys, if i lost i had to come and see this, of course i lost so here we are"
i didn't say anything, i just pulled him closer to me "it's okay Gare bear, i'll protect you from the scary little clowns"
8:54 pm
Okay this is a slightly creepy part, the clown using the dead officer as a puppet.
Gareth had closed his eye for that cause this part is definety really scary. The officers blood used as puppet makeup on his face.
Lets hope and pray Gareth gets a good nights rest instead of constantly waking up from nightmares about this movie.
"you know, we can always leave" i offered "we don't have to finish it"
he shook his head no "no i'm good, promise."
9:03 pm
"what are you gonna do with those pies boys?"
They threw those pies at him, that's what they did.
But it wasn't just any pies, they were acid pies. The poor guy melted from the acid. The cute little green haired clown placing a cherry on top.
9:17 pm
"why is there so many of them!" Gareth said, eye wide open, mouth slightly parted, the tow of us staring at the screen, an army of clowns showing up.
Suddenly all the clowns stopped and looked up
"what's happening..." Gareth said ,uneasy on what's unfolding on the screen.
A big fucking clown appeared that's what happened, a big boy.
yup. Tonight is gonna be a long night with Gareth, i'm prepared to not get much sleep tonight.
9:26 pm
Finally the movie had ended, the credits coming on, the theme song had a nice bop to it.
"i don't think you should set bets with the boys anymore" i said with a small giggle.
"yeah i hear ya, the theme song is a freaking hit though" he said, it indeed was.
It's time to take a ride on the nightmare merry-go-round
You'll be dead on arrival from the likes of the killer klowns
From outer space
Killer klowns
From outer space
#stranger things#hellfire club#gareth emerson#gareth stranger things#gareth x reader#gareth emerson x reader#eddie munson#eddie munson imagine#stranger things imagine#minnie speaksđđ#killer klowns from outer space#shorty#killer klowns from outer space shorty#80s horror#gwydion lashlee walton#gareth the great#corroded coffin
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Hi...I want to start watching BL dramas, and I kinda confused where to start...I still read your blog to learn more about this genre....Before this I enjoy watching shounen-ai anime and read danmei novels....Can I ask for your drama recs (if you don't mind) that kinda like Sasaki to Miyano (one of my fav bl series)? It's slow burn, friend to lovers trope (and can be called wholesome BL romance?)... Sorry if I can't explain it better and also for the long ask.....Thanks for your blog.....Have a wonderful day....
Hi hi, WELCOME!!!
I have a couple master lists that might help:
BL Master Post (how the countries are different and what to watch and expect)
THAI BL MASTER POST
But if you love Sasaki to Miyano here are some quick suggestions. Now Iâve only read the manga, but I would call Sasaki to Miyano classic light yaoi, slow burn, low heat, angst but generally very light weight.
GENTLE & Soft BL (like Sasaki to Miyano)
Mostly you're gonna be looking for Korean BL, a select few from Japan, and some Thai stuff. The ones Iâve listed have little to no violence or triggers. Just oodles of adorable softness and comfort.Â

1. Seven Days (Japan - DramaCool in 2 parts Seven Days: Monday - Thursday, Seven Days: Friday - Sunday) - regular readers of this blog will be unsurprised to see this top the list but it really is EXACTLY what you are looking for. It is one of the best live action yaoi ever made (if not THE best). Popular first year Seiryo has a policy of going out with any girl who asks⊠for one week. On a lark, third year Yuzuru tests to see if that policy also applies to boys. Seiryo agrees that it does. Along the way they accidentally fall in love. (Forgive it its hair for that is a mark of its time.)Â

2. Cherry Magic (Japan - indie subbed) AKA 30-sai made Dotei Da to Mahotsukai ni Nareru rashii - the sweetest, fluffiest, most charming bit of office-set adorable ever, full of found family and slapstick, the characters are utter spazzes, but so cute about it. All angst is self confidence based, nothing really distressing ever happens.Â

3. Light On Me (Korea - Viki) - Korea does a pitch perfect classic high school set BL with all tropes cleverly deployed to bolster one of the most riveting love triangles ever put on screen⊠and I donât like love triangles! Shin Woo is probubly the softest, gentlest, sweetest seme in the whole universe. I LOVE HIM SO MUCH.Â

4. Wish You (Korea - Netflix or Viki, you want the movie version) AKA WISH YOU: Your Melody in My Heart - low stakes high pining romance about a pianist who falls in love with a busker who is on his way to being the next big idol. Itâs about singing but this drama is very quiet. Hugely underrated.Â

5. To My Star (Korea - Viki) - is a touch quirky, but utterly appealing once it hits its stride. Itâs the ultimate grumpy/sunshine pairing plus the most appealing light-filled kitchen of our dreams. Famous actor (adorable bundle of neurosis) takes refuge in the house of a reserved chef and is immediately smitten by Mr Tall Dark & Glowering. The chef is also smitten but refuses to admit it to himself or anyone else.Â

6. The Tasty Florida (Korea - Viki) - not really a love triangle featuring the prettiest men ever to be grouped together outside of K-pop, honestly the visuals are ridiculous, thereâs a story, it has to do with food, whatever, they so prettyÂ

7. Oxygen (Thailand - YouTube) - softest seme in the universe sings his affection to the older boy at the cafe. Let the slow burn courting commence. There is a tiny bit of angst at the end, and one storyline is naff (the doctors) but this is high production Thai softness so I forgive it.

8. Ingredients (Thailand - YouTube) - if all you want is two soft boys being domestic, cooking together, cuddling on the couch, cat sitting, and babysitting - just put this on and be comfy.Â

9. Heâs Coming to Me (Thailand - YouTube) - want your soft sweetness with a dose of paranormal and a little mystery but none of the violence or extreme triggers of Manner of Death or Until We Meet Again? Then this is for you.Â

10. You Are Ma Boy (Vietnam - YouTube) - is there angst? Nope even what could have been angst (a gay idol) doesnât materialize, itâs just cuties in a cafe confusing each other with cat & mouse games. The side het couple is a touch disturbing, tho.
More If Youâve Already seen those:Â
Kieta Hatsukoi AKA Vanishing My First Love AKA My Love Mix Up (Japan - Viki)Â
Mr. Heart (Korea Viki)Â
Behind Cut (Korea - Viki)Â
My Sweet Dear (Korea - Viki)Â
Tinted With You (Korean historical time travel - Viki)Â
Nobleman Ryu's Wedding (Korean historical fairytale - hard to find)Â
Nitiman (Thai YouTube)Â
En of Love: Tossera (Thai YouTube)Â
Gameboys (The Philippines - Netflix)Â
Old Fashion Cupcake (Japan Viki & GaGa)Â
What to avoid?
Taiwanese BL - as of 2022 I can think of only a few that you might find palatable but they still go higher heat than your original criteria: Be Loved in House: I Do, See You After Quarantine? and HIStory 2. All are on Viki.Â
Chinese BLs & BromancesÂ
Most of Japan's back catalog and the early live action yaoiÂ
Most everything Iâve seen out of the Philippines with a few noted exceptions
Coming in 2022-23
I can tell you that manga Our Dining Table is slated to be adapted and I am OVER the moon about it. It will definitely scratch this itch.Â
Up coming 2022 KBL Semantic Error might fill this bailiwick too. (see comments)
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#asked and answered#korean bl#japanese bl#thai bl movie#soft b#gentel bl#gentle gay#Seven Days#chreey magic#Light On Me#wish you your melody in my heart#oxygen the series#To My Star#The Tasty Florida#ingredients the series#He's Coming To Me#You Are Ma Boy
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