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lurkingshan · 7 months

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Japanese QL Corner

ICYMI: There are so many Japanese qls airing weekly, so I’m going to start posting this little round up at the end of each week. Most of these shows are on Gaga and I highly recommend watching!

Tsukuritai Onna to Tabetai Onna 2

Another great batch of episodes this week, as Kasuga and Nomoto settled into dating life, all the gals got together for various food related events, and Nagumo began seeking treatment for her eating disorder. This show is just always so compassionate with its characters, and manages to find interesting conflicts without going for high drama. I am very much enjoying seeing Kasuga and Nomoto figure out how their relationship should look now that they're dating and also how to communicate and respect each other as they make decisions. Kasuga's tendency to let Nomoto steamroll her feels harmless when it's about picking fruit or vegetables, but it won't be when it comes to making decisions about where they live and how to set up their home, so it's great they're addressing it early. It's also awesome to see them expand their circle of friends and deepen their bonds with Yako and Nagumo--I was high key jealous of the curry and s'mores parties. And Nagumo just has my whole heart. When she expressed profound relief at learning there is a name for her illness and ways to treat it, my mind immediately jumped to Rachel Bloom. Looking forward to her healing. I can't believe there is only one more batch of episodes coming, love and gratitude to @furritsubs!

Chaser Game W

I’ll keep this brief. This show was a mess, and not even in a fun way because unfortunately it was also extremely misogynistic. @twig-tea covered the major issues well in her post. Wild that this show aired simultaneously with TsukuTabe, what a dichotomy.

My Strawberry Film

This one is really not grabbing me. It feels kind of slow and muted and uncertain about what it's doing. I am not finding the mystery or the love rhombus compelling, and this week's focus on Hikaru's infatuation with Minami had me yawning and picking up my phone a lot. But it's early, I am hopeful it will pick up some steam.

Sukiyanen Kedo Do Yaro ka

This was a cute episode about Sakae and Soga getting past their initial awkwardness, learning how to communicate with each other, and moving into a more intimate phase of their relationship, and I think I would have loved it if we'd gotten it two weeks ago. This should have been the episode that followed their initial confessions, but instead the show did a two week diversion into love triangle nonsense, and unfortunately, I think it really threw off the pacing and the connection to these characters for me. It just feels too late in the show for this relationship to still feel so new. We haven't had time to settle in with them as a couple, or for them to develop a strong foundation to make us root for them to overcome the coming obstacles in the final arc. Still, this episode had some delightful scenes--Soga finally paying a visit to the sauna was my personal fav, and I also enjoyed the metaphor of Sakae literally catching Soga's love (and knowing @bengiyo would lose it over another important SPORTS moment in bl). This is a show I really want to love, but something just isn't connecting.

Perfect Propose

I love this final episode and I love this show. Hiro quit his job, Kai resolved things with the shop owner and his son, and they finally got on the same page about their relationship and made out about it. 10/10 no notes for this finale. It was lovely to see Hiro finish his project and make a decision to quit the daily grind--I loved, too, that he is still in touch with his former colleagues--and we saw the change in him so quickly. He looked happier, lighter, brighter. His skin was cleared and his crops were watered! And Kai got to have his moment of catharsis too, sharing his fear that he is a burden on others and having Hiro affirm for him that he wants him in his life and he's a help, not a burden. And I loved that we got all that plus a great kiss, a bed scene (with a very cute leg cramp diversion) and a small peek at their new domestic life together. This show makes me happy and it will definitely be one I return to for rewatches.

Ossan's Love Returns

I'm of two minds on this finale. On the one hand, I really loved it as a single episode of the show, was happy with where all the resolutions landed, and was left with a very warm feeling toward the show overall. The cherry blossom scene especially really got me right in the feels; I've loved the progression of Maki and Haruta's relationship this season and I love the way they talk to each other. They have earned themselves a spot on my list of favorite drama couples who I actually believe are going to stay together. I also loved everything about the big chaotic group scene and all these characters coming together to pour love on Haruta; it felt earned after a season of him knocking himself out for all his loved ones. The end joke with Chief moving in next door, and getting a final Maki/Kurosawa battle, was *chef's kiss*. And Takegawa's perfect life partner being a cat? 10/10 no notes. I will be clutching my aroace Takegawa read tightly to my bosom.

On the other hand, the episode reinforced for me that the way we got to a lot of these resolutions didn't feel quite right. In particular, I don't think the way Kurosawa's health scare played out across the back half of the season worked, and I'm not too pleased about spending three episodes in a downbeat, tragic mode for the sake of a simple pun joke. I think the whole plot would have landed a lot better for me if the audience was let in on Kurosawa's mistake at the start and the tone of his overwrought goodbyes was farcical all the way through. Not only would that have maintained the comedic tone of the show, but we could have used that story time to better seed some of the themes of this episode with Haruta's crisis of confidence and yearning for family. I'm pretty much agnostic on Kiku and Izumi; they never sold me on that pairing but I wasn't mad about their ending.

Overall, I am very glad I jumped into this show and enjoyed the watch experience a lot, despite my quibbles with some of the overarching writing choices. The cast is amazing and all the characters make me smile. If they make another season, I'll be watching!

Bonus: Josi teki Saikatsu

I finally watched this drama this week--I held out for awhile hoping to find it in better quality, but no dice, it's 480p in the grey--and despite the potato lens I loved it so much. This is the story of Miki, a transfemme lesbian, just trying to live her life in the way she wants, and all the barriers she comes up against in that pursuit. Our story begins when her childhood friend, Goto, comes looking for his old pal in a moment of desperation and is stunned to see how she's changed. The show is only four short episodes, but they manage to paint a full picture of Miki's life at home, at work, with friends and lovers, and with her estranged family, and show us how she became who she is. Miki is whip smart and perceptive and generous, but also wary of trusting anyone after she's been let down by so many loved ones. I love her so much, and you will too. This story was written by a trans woman and it shows! Brave the 480p and check it out.

#japanese ql corner #tsukuritai onna to tabetai onna #she loves to cook and she loves to eat #chaser game w #my strawberry film #sukiyanen kedo do yaro ka #perfect propose #ossan's love returns #josi teki saikatsu #life as a girl #japanese bl #japanese gl #jdrama

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haliteatiger · 2 months

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I’m only just now seeing the dogblud stuff so I’m a bit late, but I just wanted to say that WOW firstly I am so sorry you went through that. And secondly I am autistic + ADHD and struggle with very severe meltdowns at times. I also have other mental stuff goin on that worsens them. but not even in my worst episodes or meltdowns have i EVER felt like it’s been ok or appropriate to speak to someone the way dogblud spoke to you, threatening suicide and so totally demeaning and subduing you. Actually appalling. Being autistic never gives us the right to treat someone like that. damn. I hope you have much better and more positive, healing, and enjoyable collaborative experiences going forward ❤️

Thank you so much for the reassurances, I really appreciate it!! I'm already well on my way to healing thanks to the new friends I've made through this, which I'm only sorry had to be through *this* at all. At the same time it's also making me realize the true extent of the damage as, despite my best efforts, I've been very anxious about collaborating with anyone, especially with regard to werewolves. I'm trying my best to avoid expectations of failure, disappointment, or worries of deceit, and carry on like I might have otherwise, but it's a struggle some days and carries a very similar tone to an earlier period in my life, so at least I know I will eventually grow beyond it provided I don't allow myself to be drawn into a similar situation. Healing, learning to function again in a similar space after what happened, isn't supposed to be easy, I suppose. For now, I'm more than happy to support and elaborate on others' projects and characters, and I know that, in the end, the biggest fuck you I can offer to Dog would be to complete and publish something. Bonus points if it's anything like what we had been working on together at the time. As it is, I can hardly bring myself to draw my own OCs from that period any more. I'll know I'll have made it when I can. In the meantime, I'm very grateful for the support folks like yourself have shown me after posting my story. It makes me physically ill looking at those screenshots. At one point in time, I would have become more angry than scared. I really, really wish I had just gone with my first impulse and pushed back a lot harder than what I did. All I kept thinking at the time, however, was "This is bad. Don't make it worse". lol I think Jackal and Rex handled things so much better than what I did, and admire their strength. I'm incredibly flattered that Jackal has asked to collaborate with me whenever I'm ready, too. I think, together, we'll make something wonderful that will more than make up for whatever we might have lost beforehand.

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mysterious-moonstruck-musings · 1 year

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Destiny & Deliverance: Chapter 23

Destiny & Deliverance Masterlist ||| Dieter Bravo X OFC New as of 10/06/2023

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Series Rating: Explicit (18+)

Series Summary: Natalia Cohen is experiencing major life changes, beginning with leaving an emotionally abusive husband. She is learning how to navigate life on her own while dealing with high functioning anxiety, depression, and mild PTSD. Everything is looking up for her. She is a highly respected consultant for a major LA firm, has her best friend, Lauren, by her side, and is on her path to healing. Everything changes when she meets a handsome and broken stranger on a work trip. He turns out to be a well-known actor, with a heart-breaking past. They quickly develop a connection that will forever alter their lives.

Warnings: Themes dealing with mental health, emotional trauma, alcohol use, and discussions about suicide. There will be fluff, tears, spicy language, and smut. This will be a slow burn type of story. Read at your own risk.

Chapter Quote: You meeting someone?

It had been three months since I left Dieter behind. All things considered, I felt like I had handled it well. Most days I managed to get through my routine without thinking of him, throwing myself into work and small craft projects. The paparazzi appeared to have gotten bored with following me around since there was no story to report on. I wouldn’t interact with them and there had been no sightings of Dieter and I together. The assumption was that we had split, and any drama related to said split had passed. Not having the paps shouting questions and sticking a camera in my face on my daily commute to the office made a huge difference in keeping him off my mind.

Staying away from social media and tabloid sites had also been crucial in being able to get back to some kind of normalcy. It had become vital to keep this distance, because Dieter was all over the news feeds due to his reinvigorated party boy ways. He didn’t seem like the same person anymore and it was too painful to see it over and over. As far as I knew he hadn’t been home during any of his filming breaks, and with the production of his movie wrapping up soon, I was anxious to know if he would finally come back to LA. Part of that anxiety was rooted in my concern about running into him. No matter how many times I had tried to imagine it, I wasn’t sure how I would handle suddenly being face-to-face with him again.

I would be lying if I said that I was over him. There was no doubt in my mind that I will always love him. How could I not? He had changed me for the better and helped me through a rough time in my life. During the time that we had been together, and he had been doing well, life had been so much more fulfilling. He showed me what it was like to be loved and appreciated. What it meant to be truly happy. Perhaps even more than that, he had given me the confidence to be myself. I could honestly say that I didn’t know any of that until him. I was able to acknowledge that he did all that for me, but at the same time I had also become mostly numb about it all. Maybe it was the anger, maybe it was denial, or maybe I had figured out how to move on without him. Either way, I felt like I was going to be ok, and I had accepted that he wasn’t going to be a part of my life anymore.

It was late on a Wednesday evening when I got news that he was back. Lauren texted me to let me know he had been spotted at one of the fancy restaurants that all the celebrities tended to hang out at. Unsurprisingly, he had been there with Anna and a handful of other people. I had asked Lauren not to tell me anything she read about him, but I still found myself grateful to get the warning. At least now I was aware that there was a possibility of running into him, so it wouldn’t catch me completely off guard. What I didn’t realize is how soon that would happen.

The following morning, I was surprised to receive a call from Ethan Carrington. He called to let me know that he was in town and wanted to have dinner to catch up. I thought it was a little odd, but he was one of our top tier clients, so I agreed to meet him that evening. I wasn’t surprised when he proposed meeting at one of the most upscale restaurants in town. We made plans to meet there by 7 PM and he let me know a table had already been reserved under his name.

To say I was flustered by the time I left the house was an understatement. All my afternoon meetings had run over, causing me to finish up work much later than I had planned. I had to rush to find something to wear, then shower, and get ready. To save some time, rather than trying to tame my hair, I blow dried it and pulled it back into a sleek low bun, then threw on a light layer of makeup. I got dressed in a navy sleeveless scoop neck A-line chiffon dress that had an asymmetrical bottom and was embellished with a sash around the waist. I dug out my matching navy peep toe high heels with ankle straps to wear, then quickly grabbed my purse and walked barefooted to the car.

With traffic slowing me down as usual, I made it to the restaurant with only minutes to spare. Luckily it had valet parking, so I didn’t have to worry about finding a spot. I did feel slightly embarrassed about making the valet wait while I put my shoes on. He assured me that this wasn’t even close to the strangest thing he dealt with, and we had a good laugh about it as he waited patiently for me to exit the vehicle.

As I was walking up the few steps to the entrance, carefully watching my feet to avoid tripping in my hurried pace, I was stopped in my tracks by a set of feet that had come to a standstill directly in front of me. When I looked up, my breath caught in my throat. Dieter and Anna stood in front of me, staring back at me and saying nothing. Dieter looked tired, the telltale sign of dark circles under his eyes revealing his sleep problems were probably still very present. His hair was longer than it had been the last time I saw him, and it was styled into soft, messy curls. He was dressed in charcoal dress pants with a black button up dress shirt. As usual, the top button was open, and the sleeves were rolled up. He also had his glasses on. A little voice in the back of my mind begrudgingly pointed out that he looked just as sexy as always. Still, something was off about him; it was clear in his fidgety body language, and particularly the turbulent look in his eyes.

My eyes widened as I took him in, my body almost reeling just as strongly as my mind did. “Dieter…umm hi,” I stuttered out. I was startled by his sudden appearance and did not know what to say or how to act. His stare shifted into an unsettling smirk, his dilated pupils making his eyes look darker than usual, and by the way he tipped his head back slightly I could tell that he shifted into performance mode, emitting a boisterous energy that became even clearer when he spoke.

“I’m surprised to see you at a place like this. You meeting someone?”

His tone sounded heavy, maybe even a little hostile. Ah, so that’s how this was going to go.

“Yes, I am.” I inhaled deeply and straightened my shoulders, unwilling to play whatever game he was trying to set up here.

“A guy?” He stared directly into my eyes as he spoke, unblinking, and it struck me how empty the expression on his face was. It was almost like he wasn’t in there and someone else was pulling his strings.

“Not that it’s really any of your business, but yes. It’s a guy.” I didn’t break eye contact, hoping that I was able to keep a neutral expression on my face. All of it felt like a test, but I wasn’t quite sure if I wanted to show him that I could easily pass it. Maybe the best response was no response at all.

He pursed his lips and arched his eyebrows before he shook his head, his eyes shifting downcast momentarily before he looked back up at me. Straightening up as he gathered his composure.

“Well, I hope you get to know this one a little better before jumping into bed with him. Assuming he goes for this whole… polished stepford wife look or whatever this is,” he said, his voice having just the slightest slur to it.

I could feel my jaw tighten, my eyes blazing with anger that his words suddenly re-kindled in me. I gave him a tight smile in return.

“Hmm,” I said, shaking my head slightly from side to side as I rubbed the fingers of my right hand across my bottom lip in disgust. He continued to stare at me expectantly, clearly wanting a response, and I had to look away for a moment before I met his intense gaze again. “I see what you’re doing, you know. Don’t worry, it’s still working.” I paused briefly, “So, fuck you.”

“Ooh, you already did that, sweetheart. A whole fuckin’ lot.” He gave me a cunning smile, teeth bared for a moment as there was nothing friendly or sweet about it.

I could feel my face tensing further at his combative remarks. I knitted my brows together and shook my head from side to side again. He was clearly trying to piss me off, and it was working. He knew exactly what to say to push my buttons. I wasn’t even going to attempt to understand why he was being like this, it simply hurt too much. I didn’t want to engage in an argument. I just wanted to protect myself from more pain.

Anna chuckled as she leaned in to break the intense stare that I was giving Dieter, “Damn, you’re a feisty one, aren’t you.”

I gave her a tight smile wrapped up in thinly veiled contempt. “I suggest that you don’t fucking speak to me,” I said very quietly, for a moment actually entertaining the thought of punching her in her smug little face.

She backed away slightly and grabbed onto Dieter’s arm, moving so that he was positioned between us. Clearly, my intimidation attempt struck its mark with her.

My attention was drawn away from them when I heard someone call my name. When I turned, I saw Carrington walking towards me from the entrance of the restaurant. Trying to shift gears, I tried to relax my face and gave him a polite smile as he approached. He looked like he had just stepped off the set of a James Bond film in the expensive tailored suit he was wearing, oozing confidence, and looking just as handsome as I remembered.

“There you are, I was beginning to think you stood me up,” he said with a joking tone as he leaned in to give me a small kiss on the cheek. “You look nice,” he added as he pulled away with a wide smile on his face, his eyes warm as he gave me a quick once-over.

“Ethan, thank you! Sorry, I was just catching up with some friends,” I said dryly, glancing back toward Dieter, who was now radiating disdain. His jaw twitched as glared at Carrington, his eyes narrowing and somehow turning even darker as he glanced at Carrington’s hand that now rested on the small of my back. Correcting himself, his eyes quickly moved back up to meet my gaze.

I didn’t flinch as we locked eyes and spoke up, “I guess I’ll see you around. Have a good evening.”

I gave them both a sarcastic smile. Carrington’s hand stayed on my lower back as he guided me toward the entrance. I may not have wanted to engage in the game that Dieter seemed to play, but part of me enjoyed that it clearly bothered him to see me with another man. A handsome one at that. Even if it was a work meeting, which he didn’t know.

As we were being led to our table, I had to take a few deep breaths to calm myself. I wasn’t even upset about seeing Dieter, only livid about his attitude and the way he had spoken to me. The waiter seated Carrington and I next to a window toward the front of the restaurant, handing us the menus which we looked at in a comfortable silence. From the corner of my eye, I could see Dieter and Anna were still outside, waiting for their car. She was on her phone, but he had spotted me through the window and just stood there, staring with his hands pushed into his pockets. I tried not to look directly toward him, but that didn’t stop me from peeking over my menu every so often to see if he was still there. Despite all the bravado that had been there earlier, and the confidence with which he had carried himself, he looked like a broken man now. It tugged at my heartstrings as I wished I knew what was going through his mind. I could tell the cocky front he was putting up had diminished to something that resembled hurt or maybe even regret. All the showmanship had left his stance as he seemed to be unaware of what happened around him, Anna even needing to pull him aside when someone tried to walk past them. Luckily, the valet pulled up with their car right after that, so I didn’t have to endure that sight for very long.

Carrington’s voice tugged me back into the present and out of my thoughts when he spoke up, “I would ask how you’ve been, but I think I may have a general idea of the answer.”

He gave me a sympathetic look before continuing, “That was him, wasn’t it?”

I smiled nervously as I glanced down at the table, wondering how much he knew. Probably everything there was to know publicly, be it true or false, “Yes, that was him.” I nodded as I looked back up at him, finding his eyes were as gentle as his voice had been when asking me the question. “I’m sorry my drama made me late and that everyone across the US knows about it, apparently.”

“Yeah, it was all over the news.” He seemed apologetic about it. “Hard to miss. I wasn’t sure if you needed rescuing or not, so I’m sorry if I interrupted something…”

“Not that I need rescuing…but thank you for that.”

He laughed, “Yeah, I doubt you do. You're pretty fierce on your own.”

His eyes stayed focused on my face, briefly dropping down to my lips when I smiled at his comment. I wasn’t sure how to take that, but I felt like he was possibly flirting. We were interrupted by the server coming over to take our order.

We proceeded with small talk while we waited for our food. He gave me an update on how the company was doing and mentioned the possibility of expanding soon, staying vague on the details. As we chatted, I noticed how attentive he was. Always looking me directly in the eye as I spoke, gesturing subtly to the waiter when he noticed I was low on water. We hadn’t really had a chance to interact outside of a business setting, so it was interesting to see him in a more personal manner and have an easy conversation. I was getting small glimpses of his personality that I hadn’t picked up on before. He was very witty and had a good sense of humor.

Once we started to dig into the main course, he got down to business.

“Well, I think we’ve run the gambit on small talk. I guess I should get to the reason I wanted to meet with you and stop beating around the bush.” He gave me a nervous smile. I gave him one in return, unsure of where this was going.

“I talked to Aubrey about this, and she indicated that you may be open to a change, given recent events and she’s supportive of it.” He gave me a small grimace, realizing that may not have been the best opener.

I smiled and motioned for him to continue.

“Our Chief Operating Officer will be retiring soon, and we’ll need a replacement. You’re the first person that came to mind for the position. I know, it’s a big change, so I don’t expect an answer now. I do, however, want to let you know that it’ll be a significant raise and we’ll cover the cost of any moving expenses and travel.”

Whatever I had been expecting from the meeting, this wasn’t it. He had my attention. “How significant?”

“Seven figures, significant.” He gave me a smirk as my eyes widened.

“COO…I mean, am I even qualified for that?” I laughed in disbelief.

“Well, you’re already basically telling me how to run my company and saved me a lot of money in the process. I’ve seen you in action. You have a brilliant mind, and your problem-solving skills are unlike anything I’ve ever seen. You’re also really good at handling difficult situations. Why wouldn’t I want that?”

He wasn’t wrong, he was indeed running his company based on my suggestions. I shook my head in agreement.

“It would require moving to New York though?” I asked, trying to process the information and what this all would mean for my future.

“Yes…and no. I would absolutely love for you to join us in New York. In fact, it’s my preference. However, like I said, we’re planning to expand. We’ll be opening another branch in Silicon Valley. I’ll need a COO there as well. Just know that if you choose that location, you’ll be building from the ground up. You’ll be fully involved with all planning. It’ll require you to spend some time in New York while we work out the details, but once everything is set, you would only need to travel occasionally. It also comes with slightly higher pay due to the extra work that’ll be involved.”

This time I sat with my mouth hanging open in shock, “I don’t even know what to say.”

“I don’t expect an answer right away. We have some time before I need to know.”

“I mean, it’s not a no. Umm, but I do have a lot to think through.” I reached for my water, taking a deep drink now that my mouth suddenly felt very dry.

“Of course, I wouldn’t expect anything else,” He took a bite of his food as he studied me, obviously trying to figure out where I stood on the offer.

He continued to tell me about the many benefits the company offered. He was trying his best to sell it to me. The offer was appealing and something I really needed to consider. We eventually moved on to other non-business related topics. It was nice getting to know him on a more personal level. Time seemed to fly by as we continued to chat, even after our meal was finished.

We finally decided to call it a night after he insisted on covering the bill. We walked out to collect our vehicles. While we waited, he leaned in to give me a polite goodbye kiss on the cheek, lingering slightly longer than what is socially acceptable. I got a whiff of his musky scent. I couldn’t deny, he smelled amazing. I cleared my throat as he pulled away, trying to correct my train of thought.

He smiled sheepishly, “Sorry, I lingered. I made it awkward. Forget that happened.”

We both laughed. I caught myself biting my bottom lip, which seemed to briefly bring his attention back to my mouth again. Fuck. Was I flirting now? Thankfully, we were interrupted by the valet returning with his vehicle. Mine followed behind a few seconds later.

“We’ll talk soon. Have a good evening,” he finally said as he took his keys and walked toward the driver's side door, giving a charming smile as he went. I agreed and gave him a wave as I collected my keys and moved toward my own car.

My head was reeling during the entire drive home. I wasn’t sure what just happened, and I had conflicting feelings about the whole thing. Did we have vibes? Were we flirting? Also, what the hell was wrong with me for allowing that to happen? There was no way I could work for him under those circumstances. Not to mention what had happened with Dieter and Anna. I needed to talk through this with Lauren.

When I got home, I quickly changed into my pajamas, then facetimed Lauren. She didn’t answer. I gave it a few minutes then tried again. She answered on the second round, a surprised look clearly visible on her face despite the dim lighting around her.

“Talia? Something wrong? Why are you calling me back-to-back?”

“For starters, you signed up for excessive calls when you decided to be my friend,” I reminded her. “Also, don’t get me started on your texting habits.”

“Okay, what the hell has gotten into you?” She laughed as she shook her head, leaning behind her to switch a lamp on, which illuminated the view on my screen considerably.

“You’re not going to believe how my night has gone. I’m turning the tables; I’m the one that needs life advice.”

She had an odd look on her face and seemed to be distracted, her eyes trailing off as she looked at something off camera.

“Hello? Did you hear me?” I was pacing around my bedroom by this point, bursting to spill all the details of what had happened.

“Yeah, sorry, I heard you. What’s going on?” She seemed to have her focus back on me now.

I went into all the details of how the evening had gone from start to finish as I continued to pace around my room. I was feeling flustered and anxious about the whole thing the more I thought about it. I wasn’t even sure how to begin to make a decision about the job offer and I was completely avoiding my thoughts on Dieter. While his behavior pissed me off to no end, I couldn’t help but feel hurt all over again. Which was a feeling I didn’t want to acknowledge out of fear that it would send me spiraling all over again.

Lauren sat staring at her phone, wide-eyed. She looked overwhelmed with the word vomit I had just thrown her way.

“Ok, I need a minute to digest all of that,” she finally said. Her attention was again drawn to something else as an exasperated look formed on her face.

“What the hell are you doing over there? Is somebody there?”

“NO! No, it’s…” She appeared to swat at something before she continued, “it’s a cat. I have a cat. A stray. It’s not staying. It’s kind of an annoying jerk,” she said with a nervous laugh. I wasn’t sure if I bought that. I gave her a skeptical look.

“So, Dieter really said all of that to you? Seriously?” she asked, quickly changing the subject.

“Yes, he did. He was a total asshole. He looked like he was on something. He’s like a completely different person.” I shook my head in disbelief.

“Did you ever consider that maybe he’s trying to piss you off on purpose? To push you away?”

She had a sympathetic look on her face now.

“Oh, I know he was trying to do it on purpose. I know him well enough to know when he’s putting on a show. He’s just not usually so cruel about it. I don’t know why he’s being like that.” I shrugged, unsure of what else to say.

“Maybe you should try talking to him again. He’s kind of hardheaded. Perhaps putting some pressure on him might bring him back to his senses.”

“No, you know what, let’s just not focus on him.” I paused briefly, shaking my head again, “I don’t even want to think about him. He’s made it clear how he feels.”

“You can’t avoid it forever.” She gave me a pointed look.

I threw my hand up in frustration as I rolled my eyes, “I’m not avoiding it. I’m accepting the reality of the situation.”

Lauren rolled her eyes in return, “No, you're locking all those feelings away in a secret room in that pretty little head of yours and pretending they don’t exist. I know how you are. You’re both so fucking stubborn.”

I was taken aback by how blunt she was being. That was usually my role.

“Ok, whatever. Can we talk about Carrington now? What should I do about that? I mean, if I take the position in Silicon Valley, I wouldn’t really have to see him once things got settled. So, if there were vibes, it would be a non-issue, right?” I drew my brows down together as I contemplated that choice.

Lauren sighed heavily before she responded, “Look, I can’t tell you what to do about that. All I can say is don’t make a choice based on a man. Any man. You’ve wasted too much of your life doing that. Don’t take the job just because you want to get away from Dieter and don’t not take it because this Carrington guy may or may not have been flirting with you. You do what you want, then we will deal with what comes after.”

She was very matter of fact in her response. Even though that wasn’t the answer I wanted, I knew she was right. I needed to remove the men from the equation and figure out what I really wanted. Lauren spoke up again, pulling me from my thoughts, “Sorry to cut it short, but I gotta go. I need to feed this cat, so he’ll chill out.” She was fighting a smile.

“Why do I feel like you're talking in code about something else?” I gave her a confused look as she started to laugh.

“Oh, gotta go. We'll talk tomorrow. Bye.”

She did not even give me a chance to say bye before hanging up, “What the hell was that about?” I shook my head as I set my phone down on the docking station. There was definitely something going on; her behavior during the call was kind of bizarre, so was the excuse about the stray cat. As if I needed something else to wonder about.

I decided to finish getting ready for bed after that. Even though my mind was racing with so many different thoughts brought on by the day’s events, I was happy to settle in for the night. I laid there for some time, waiting for the melatonin to kick in. It seemed like it took a little longer than normal, but sleep did finally take me.

Two weeks after my dinner with Carrington, I still hadn’t decided. Luckily, he was understanding and said I still had some time to think about it. Lauren was still being weird and dodging questions. I had reached a point that I didn’t care what she was up to. If she wanted me to know, she would tell me. I already had too many things on my plate to worry about. Of course, the universe still wasn’t satisfied with my long list of troubles and decided to add to it.

I was sitting on the couch, attempting to read a book in between my spells of wandering thoughts, when the doorbell rang. To my surprise, it was Gabby. We hadn’t talked at all since news got out that Dieter and I were no longer together. She would send the occasional text to check in on me, but that’s it. Honestly, it was too hard for me to talk to her. It only made me miss him and the life we were building together even more.

Gabby greeted me with a tight hug. When she pulled away, I could see the worry in her eyes.

“I’m sorry to just barge in on you, but I wanted to talk to you in person.”

She gave me a nervous smile as I waved her in and led her over to sit on the couch. She had a tentative look on her face as she asked me how I was doing.

“I’m actually ok. I’ve just been keeping busy and focusing on work mostly.” It was hard to meet her gaze, because I knew that if I did, I wouldn’t be able to hold it together. Her eyes reminded me of her brother’s, which seemed to unearth the raw emotion that I had managed to keep locked away thus far. It was all simmering under the surface for me, and I knew it wouldn’t take much for it to start peeking its ugly little head out of its hidden room.

“Have you seen any of the gossip sites lately?” She started to rub her hands against her thighs, clearly nervous to bring up the topic of her brother.

“Uhm, no. I try to avoid all that stuff these days. I don’t want to know what your brother is up to.” My chest tightened at the mere thought of him. I rubbed my shoulder with my right hand, trying to remain calm and grounded. It was impossible though.

Gabby sighed heavily, “Talia, it’s getting bad,” she said, and I could hear how upset she was. “Every other night he’s out partying with Anna, and he’s gotten into several confrontations with random people at bars and clubs. He isn’t acting like himself at all. I think he’s using something, but I don’t know what it is. We tried to talk to him about it and now he won’t even speak to us. I’m really worried about him.”

I could feel her eyes on me as I stared at a random painting on the wall. Focusing on the swirls of color and different brush strokes to distract myself from what I was feeling.

“I’m not sure why you’re telling me this. I can’t do anything about it. He’s made it pretty clear how he feels.”

“I don’t know what his fucking problem is, but he loves you. I know he does. We could all see it. I think he would listen to you if you would just talk to him.” She had an edge to her voice as she spoke. She never took her eyes off me. I briefly glanced over at her. The fear in her eyes nearly broke me. I could feel the tears forming in my eyes as I looked back toward the painting.

“I tried Gabby. The night he called and ended it... I had a flight booked for the next day and he told me not to come. He lost his shit when I asked him if he was on drugs. He doesn’t want to talk to me.”

She reached over and grabbed my hand, squeezing it tightly, “You should have gone anyway. I really think if he sees you in person, he’ll listen.”

“I saw him… Two weeks ago. He was an asshole and made it pretty clear that he didn’t want to speak to me.”

I let out a shuddered breath as I looked down at our hands. Telling her that I couldn’t do anything to stop her brother from hurting himself was one of the hardest things I had ever had to do.

“Maybe if we all tried. I’m pretty sure he has blocked everyone at this point, but we could all show up at his house and talk to him.” Her voice was strained. I could tell she was trying to keep her emotions in check as much as I was.

“Gabby, I just don’t think you can help someone who doesn’t want to be helped.”

I looked up at her and watched as she knitted her brows together at my words. A mixture of frustration and anguish written all over her face.

“You’re not even gonna try?”

“I can’t,” I said quietly. The tears finally spilled down my cheeks.

She shook her head from side to side, not understanding where I was coming from.

“Why not?”

“Because…if I give in, he’ll completely consume me. And if I can’t get through to him, then you’ll lose both of us. I know I won’t be able to come back from it and that scares the hell out of me.”

I could see the fight drain out of her body as she took in what I was saying. I cleared my throat.

“I guess I should probably tell you, I’ve uhm...been offered another job. I have a choice of going to New York or Silicon Valley. I haven’t made my final decision yet, but I’m leaning toward accepting one of them.”

She couldn’t hold back her tears any longer, “You guys are really over, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, I think so.” I shook my head in agreement. The tears were now blurring my vision as I felt my face tighten. I gave up on trying to hold it back. She pulled me in for another tight hug.

“I want you to know that I still consider you to be part of this family. I don’t want you to forget that. I’m still holding out hope that fate will bring you guys back together somehow. I’m convinced you two are meant to be.”

I pulled away, giving her a small smile as I thanked her for being there for me when she didn’t have to be. She left soon after that with promises to keep in touch. After she was gone, I laid down on the couch. I stared at the ceiling for who knows how long, completely disassociating. Once I finally came back to my thoughts, I couldn’t help but to question every decision I was making. I felt lost and now I had the added concerns of Dieter’s wellbeing. I had managed to ignore that piece of the puzzle thus far by isolating myself from the knowledge of what he was doing. Now that I was aware, it was going to be hard continuing to ignore it.

A/N: Happy Friday y'all! How are we feeling about asshole Dieter? That was some seriously rude things to say to poor Talia. How about that dinner with Carrington and his offer (and maybe flirting)? And what the hell is Lauren up to? Also, Gabby is seriously breaking my heart right now. So, just another warning...the next chapter is going to be A LOT. When I say they hit rock bottom, I mean it. It's all (slowly) uphill after that though... Chapter 24 is complete and currently with my beta. I'll post the teaser on Monday. The chapter will come as soon as we are done with final edits. 💜

Lastly, everyone give a big thank you to @for-a-longlongtime for her excellent beta skills. She never fails to take things up a notch.

Sound off about your thoughts and feelings for this chapter. You know it gives me life. 😉 As usual, I have included the mood board for this chapter below.

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thedeviltohisangel · 2 months

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Fall For A Shooting Star//Cassian Week 2024: Day Five, Scars

a/n: the idea for this was grounded in cassian and bryaxis and then my mind went wild with lore and possibilities and chaos. in terms of the theme of scars, it talks of healing and emotional scars and perhaps the creation of new, generational scars and wounds we didn't know we had so we could never heal. anywhooooo, enjoy!

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The only sounds in the kitchen were his whistling and the sizzling of steak on the stove. Cassian had been away in the Illyrian Steppes for weeks and had missed Thea endlessly. The bond, cemented with an ostentatious ceremony months ago and a frenzy properly explored for weeks and weeks after, soothed a bit of his ache as it ensured they could communicate even when they were apart. But it had increased his ferocity in wanting to be home with her. Put him on edge in every interaction with the winged warriors. Rhys and Az had together had struggled to keep him on a leash but he made no apologies for it. He had always been a simple male, with simple needs and he would continue. Needing his mate was very simple.

But he had arrived at their newly renovated, Velaris based penthouse and not seen her. Her scent lingered but her presence was void. He had tugged the bond between them and felt her at the end of it, a simple projection that she was at the library working with Clotho but would be back soon. And that she was hungry. For him and for dinner.

He respected her bond with the priestesses in the library, Cassian taking the time to introduce her to the concept Rhys had instilled for it being a place of healing. While he was anxious to see her, he would never, ever pull her from the journey she was going on with the priestesses. There were some scars that even his love couldn’t heal. Some scars Thea would only be able to mend herself and with time and painfully hard work. And he-

A bell.

A bell to signal a threat.

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She had heard Cassian tell the story of the darkness at the bottom of the library. Or as much of it as he could get it before he shivered and let the memory pass. Thea had never been one to chase thrills. She left that to her mate and his brothers. But she couldn’t deny that something about the depths of the library intrigued her. And the weeks without Cassian had left her more curious seeing as he wasn’t there to warn her of the danger. And only a long, dark corridor now separated her from knowing what it was that had scared the Lord of Bloodshed so deeply.

I can feel you, my child. Let me see you. The voice felt like an itch she couldn’t reach. Prickled down her spine and made her muscles tighten instinctually. The creature had lived down here without harming anyone for so long. Please. She lifted her faelight lantern and began the walk into the abyss.

Her eyes adjusted quickly. Quickly enough she could see swirls in the distance. See rocks on the ground. See undisturbed dirt on the ground to show no one had traversed this path in centuries.

“You’ve been talking to me for weeks. Why are you silent now that I am here?” That fact had also been a secret she’d kept from Cassian. That the darkness beneath the library had found a way to talk to her outside of the building. It wasn’t worth thinking about the other voices that were blending in. Voices of the Bone Carver and other despicable creatures in the prison. Thea thinks Amren was beginning to look at her differently. She didn’t know why any of these changes were happening with suspicious timing to her mating bond acceptance with Cassian but not a part of her felt…worried. And if that in and of itself was supposed to concern her, it didn’t.

My apologies, my lady. Had I been able to scent you, I would have known of your status beforehand. I apologize for my lack of deference.

“What does that mean?” She swears the darkness swirled into a bow. And didn’t rise.

Your power, my lady, deserves fealty from those who are fortunate enough to cross your path. The thumping in her ears was her own heart.

“I don’t have any power,” she replied breathlessly.

Your father would be disappointed to hear you say that. The creature seemed to sniff the air. But he would be thrilled by the power of your mate.

“My father hates Cassian.”

That male, that putrid excuse of a male, is not your father, my lady.

“THEA!” The mountain rumbled as the beating of his wings extinguished the faelights and left only his Siphons glowing in the darkness. Cassian catapulted into the bottom of the cavern and landed in front of her. A shield between his mate and the nightmarish monster. “Did it hurt you?” She took in the way the Siphons seemed to be straining against the sheer force of his power.

“No-”

I couldn’t hurt her, General, even if I wanted to. Cassian reached behind him to grab Thea’s hand, pulling her to his side.

“Arms around my neck.” He was launched in an instant and didn’t stop even as they hit the open air, just banking towards their home without a word.

It was silent when they landed on their balcony. Thea focused on catching her breath from the flight and trying to remember the words of the creature below. “It’s nice to have you home.” She was smiling but he looked furious.

“Did you…Did you go down there on purpose?” His hands were clenching in and out of fists at his side. His Siphons hadn’t calmed.

“Yes.” His nostrils flared. “Ever since we mated, the creature down there and the creatures at The Prison, they’ve been talking to me.” A step forward.

“Talking how?” Something flickered in her chest noting that he hadn’t asked why she’d kept it from him. Was only focused on her and her well-being.

“You’re not going to yell at me?” she blurted.

“Yell at you? Thea, am I angry you put yourself in danger? Yes. Am I upset you’ve been going through something while I’m away and I had no idea? Yes. But I would never hold the circumstances of our life against you. Never.” Thea hugged herself.

“I’m sorry.”

“None of this is your fault, my love.” Cassian gathered her into his chest. “We are going to figure this all out. I promise,” he whispered into her hair.

Even if it means talking to the creature of your nightmares again?” Her voice was muffled as her face stayed buried in his chest.

“For you I’ll do anything. Anything, Thea, okay?” She rested her chin against his chest and closed her eyes, puckering her lips.

“Kiss?” she requested. Cassian hummed in mock contemplation.

“You smell like an evil demon.”

“Amren might find that attractive about me.” He laughed, obliging her kiss.

“I was prepared to fight against the attraction to Az but never Amren.” Thea smiled again but it didn’t reach her eyes.

“Is it okay to be scared?”

“Of course,” his hand cupped her cheek, “Nothing we can’t face together. We were made to face challenges together.”

“I love you, my prince,” she whispered as his nose nuzzled against hers.

“I love you, my queen,” he answered back. He loved being her prince. But he would always be ready to be her knight.

@cassianappreciationweek

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scarefox · 4 months

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Ok since we are already talking about the toxic side of shipping culture. Here is a post that is marinating in my drafts since weeks

And since we today finally got the closest Net & James ever got since months on a picture / video, let me rant a little

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Because it is so very obvious that they are not allowed to be seen on each others posts atm due to the fan backlash of their separation... and this is so fucking sad. EVEN THO they ended their acting-partnership clearly stating they are still friends and supporting each other. That nothing bad happened between them. AND it is also so obvious that they are constantly at the same events. If it's Domundi group events, some party, birthdays, concerts from their coworker etc. There are so many photos and videos of Net and James taken few seconds apart, almost standing next to each other. You can see by the location, background, their clothes, the people standing next to them.

But the problem with this is, that people think they had a fight and this must be the true reason for their separation...

If they had bad blood they would not still like each others posts. And sure as hell would not sit near each other at such a big event in the photo, where they could sit next to whoever from their coworkers. They just had to put Nat between them so toxic shippers can't use this as "NetJames reuniting" or whatever.... (also once again reminder: James did not quit acting nor Domundi, he just quit from one acting job while Net stayed and gets a new partner... why is this even such a drama)

They can't win this either way:

if they show they are still hanging out and interact, the toxic shippers will keep annoying and begging them to get back "together" and continue their actor-ship instead of Net getting a new partner. It could even endanger Nets new partner getting hate, if they keep showing up together. (he already got hate for being excited that "Love Upon a Time" can now finally get started since he found a new partner, but he didn't show excitement when James still was his partner... people with brain might understand why that is, when James was unsure about his decision since months which paused the project)

but staying on distance looks like the haters are right that they had a fallout even though they said they are still friends. Hater and toxics eat that up and are looking for who of them to blame for the ship bubble to burst (which is James because how dare he quit a job for multiple personal reasons that are nobodies business but are officially: James has other life goals he wants to focus on as well & got a leg injurie that takes forever to heal properly. But unofficial yet also obvious: James mental health & some secret issue they mentioned but don't tell, which means it is nobodies business)

I would love them to go option 1 with a clear shut down message to the problematic crowd.

It's sad and ridiculous. I just hope this doesn't harm their friendship behind the screens....

It's so mindboggling for me how so many people are (still !!!) looking for someone to blame and put hate onto, even though it's one of the most peaceful and understandable mutually agreed on separations... I don't get it, why people can't just leave it at that and be happy about the good things they both gave us as a duo. But instead they have to turn it into a war... like it's not even the first time ship partners go different ways or someone drops out of a production for personal reasons. Chill.... there are worse things in life. And I say that as big NetJames fan. Like half of the NetJames posts in the tumblr tag are from me.

I have to admit that they both felt more distant with their online presence for months before James quit LUAT. Maybe they tried to soft launch the separation since they knew for a while. Maybe they drifted apart as people. But watching their last fan meeting vlog together, they seemed fine despite them not hanging on each other the whole time. Also their snowboard trip, they both had friendly jokes with eo on xitter and on the photos literally a day before James injury and him dropping out of the drama shortly after.

But those (and the OffGunTayNew thing) are reasons why I hate this real shipping culture in this current form. Don't get me wrong I do love actors having fun together, fun-flirting and them enjoy fanservice even on the most unhinged levels they feel comfortable with. So many of the actors clearly state nowadays that they are not dating, that they are just buddies, coworkers and teasing for fun and good vibes. NetJames were always honest about that too. But some fans are still not able to take the "shipping glasses" down and separate between the acting jobs, promo and them just being coworkers who are also friends. Even if they would have dated for real and now broke up it still wouldn't be fans business to butt in and demand explanations on who, why and what and then even demand them to stay together despite it not working for them.

#i do not care about actors ships I care about their friendships #things that make me feel like we are in a parallel universe #netjames #net siraphop #james supamongkon

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Hii! I was in the middle of drawing your OCs Psyche n Eros when I realized I wanted to know if you have a concrete design idea for her (also if you had a specific hairstyle in mind for her n psyche cause so far I’ve winged it), I’d love to know your design ideas for these two so I can bring them to life better!!

Omgogmgogmgmogmgm

first off thank you so much, second off I do actually have a specific hair style for Psyche: a high ponytail and for Eros.. well honestly I don’t know yet really but she is a beautiful enough woman to name an entire planet after so she’d probably look something like this

Also I have been cooking up their lore a bit more so ITS YAP TIME 😈

First off, Psyche was made by Yaoshi on a random barren, dead planet with the only thing going for it being some water and existing within the habitable zone for its star to basically attempt to populate the planet herself with all various forms of life (also the planet is huge) because Yaoshi can’t be everywhere at once so they decided to make a few beings to do their job for them, and Psyche so happens to be one of them.

Fortunately, seeing as she’s the first one Yaoshi made, she’s also an emanator, and is fluent in creating and controlling all aspects of life- including people’s emotions

However Yaoshi isn’t exactly an amazing parent so they kinda just left Psyche there to do whatever the hell she wants and so she does, making herself a friend- Eros

Now unlike Psyche, Eros isn’t an emanator but she is immortal (in the “if nothing kills me I’ll live forever” flavor of immortality) and is fairly durable, also possessing some innate healing abilities both for herself and others

Together they begin to fill the planet with life until it’s as biodiverse as ever, and by then several centuries have passed past. Psyche and Eros are living happily together on this world, when disaster strikes- a stellaron crisis.

Most of the life on the planet is destroyed- including Eros (psst: she’s not actually dead but Psyche doesn’t know that) and Psyche is DISTRAUGHT and entirely alone again.

Unwilling to just forget, Psyche names the planet after her fallen lover, and builds a magnificent statue in her honor after sealing the stellaron away for good.

She knows nobody could replace Eros in her life again but doesn’t want to be lonely, so she makes the first humans on her homeworld, and ritually comes in to aid them every now and again, which results in them viewing her as their creator/god.

Caring for them in the way a mother would, she sets up some temples for them to worship her in, as well as indulge in her selfish desire to fix her ever broken heart- by helping her dear humans find love instead.

However, over time as their population grows more zealous and their technology advances, her people’s requests grow more and more selfish until Psyche finally realizes she’s been fulfilling wishes that have been hurting people- her own children.

Heart completely shattered, she locked herself away in her biggest temple, forbidden anyone from entering, never to exist herself again.

Well… until a certain doctor and gambler come along.

If you’d like to read this Aventio fic go ahead, although Psyche herself only appears in the first and last chapter (she still carries regardless).

Although she succeeds in preventing the IPC (whose presence had been ever growing on her planet with her absence) from stealing her power and harming her people, Psyche’s little matchmaking session makes her realize she’s been missing the outside world quite a bit, so she attempts to try and learn what’s happened while she locked herself away, and guess who she sees hanging with the astral express in some one off news article..

Oh Psyche, good luck babe.

Because Eros thinks you abandoned her and left her to die, and now you gotta prove yourself (Greek myth style hehe) to get her back

#Hsr #honkai: star rail #hsr ocs #doomed yuri #OR IS IT???#aventio #also literally I almost screamed when I saw your message I fucking appreciate it so much and I adore when ppl draw my fics #Psyche hsr #Eros hsr #I am eagerly awaiting your art 😈

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rainbowsky · 1 year

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Sunshine By My Side - a few answers

I've gotten quite a few questions about Sunshine By My Side. People want to know what it's about, what I think of it, whether I recommend it, etc. so here's some info related to the questions I've been getting. I apologize for not answering your asks individually.

About the Series

Sunshine By My Side is currently available on iQIYI with English subtitles. The first several episodes are available for free at 720p, while VIP subscribers are able to access more episodes earlier, at 1080p.

It hasn't yet appeared on WeTV international.

While there is a romantic storyline, this series is considered a 'life drama', not an idol romance like Oath of Love. It covers major life and workplace issues in a serious way and is intended to appeal to a much broader audience from a wider age range.

Contrary to popular belief, it isn't based on an original screenplay. It is an adaptation of a 2017 Taiwanese drama called My Dear Boy (this is confirmed in the credits of Sunshine By My Side).

Here is a synopsis of Sunshine By My Side (from MyDramaList):

Of course, the two stories will not be identical. There will have been some changes made to adapt it to the approach this new series wants to take.

Jian Bing (Bai Baihe), a well-known advertising director, and Sheng Yang (Xiao Zhan), a newcomer in the industry, randomly crossed paths inside a restaurant one day. One has just ended a marriage, while the other was waiting for a love to finally fall apart. These two strangers eventually developed a bond and began embarking on a journey of sublime growth and budding romance. With the company of Sheng Yang, Jian Bing was able to gain her confidence back both in life and in love whereas Sheng Yang grew up from a young and carefree youth to one with a keen edge under the guidance and encouragement of Jian Bing. The two healed each other, grew up together, and overtime learned to love one another.

However, challenges in life are inevitable. Faced with their differences both in their identities and experiences, objections towards their relationship within their families, and rumors in the workplace escalating, Jian Bing and Sheng Yang finally decided to let their future play out through the course of time. Three years passed, allowing them to grow and change for the better. A lot of their firsts were spent with each other, and this trust they held and the experiences they shared back then went around and finally found them, making them gravitate towards each other again.

Here's a trailer:

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My Thoughts

As for whether I recommend it or not, I haven't actually seen any of it yet so I can't give you an informed recommendation. However, I have been really looking forward to this series because the story looks good, the female lead is a well known and well respected actor with real talent, and the script writers and director are also well respected.

I have a feeling this is going to be a good series. The feedback I've heard so far from people who are watching it has been solidly positive. So yes, I would recommend it based on all of that.

And ultimately I think it's worthwhile to watch as many projects of theirs as we can - even the bad ones *coughoathoflovecough* - because even when a story totally sucks and is poorly told, we still get to see how they approach certain roles, we learn more about their experiences and growth as actors, and we can talk about their projects from a well-informed perspective.

Nothing annoys me more than when fans shit-talk shows they haven't even seen. If you haven't seen it, you haven't yet earned that privilege, my friend. 😅

Anyway, I hope you all get a chance to see it, and that you enjoy it. I will be watching it eventually, when I have time. I will also be writing a review of it once I'm finished.

I hope this answers most of your questions. If I missed anything, please feel free to send in another ask.

#xiao zhan #sunshine by my side #ask

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viridian-tay-leaf · 1 year

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Channeled Love readings:

Pile 1 ❤️‍🔥 | Pile 2 💚

Pile 3 💞 | Pile 4 💜

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Pile 1 ❤️‍🔥:

Apprehensive at first to this relationship (whether new, established, or haven't me yet). You both will figure things out with time. I'm getting that both of you have been hurt by people from your past. Y'all just want someone to share the love and you want it reciprocated. Some of Y'all could've been drawn to Pile 2/vice versa (Pile 2 has a different vibe to it though emotion-wise atleast). This will be a slow but tender love full of explorations, learning, & new experiences. Whether or not it works out depends on your willingness to open yourself up to love & reciprocate w/out fear or projections onto the other. I'm hearing clear communication and openness will guide you along in this relationship. Both of you are meant to learn one another and do it together. This is truly a couple that thrives around one another if done right. Big Powe couple/supportive couple vibes. If all goes well, this could be the healthiest relationship in your life tbh~

Channeled Songs:

You->

Them->

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Ouuuuuuu- This is a new kind of love~ I'm getting teenager kind of love/honeymoon phase. These aren't minor descriptions, I feel as if this will be your whole relationship. Now this doesn't mean that your relationship is the honeymoon phase & that's it, absolutely not! Dismiss that thought right now! What it truly means is that you will find & create a love so strong & pure that you will feel like you're in the honeymoon phase at all times. Thinking about one another, getting gifts for each other, staring st one another from across the room. I'm hearing gushing/y'all will annoy your friends with how in love you guys are. Big flustered, kicking your feet while laying down energy. It's just so exciting and new and you want to spend everyday with this person. Some of you guys could've been drawn to Pile 1, if so I'm hearing that this pile is more evolved in their healing journey so they are less apprehensive towards their approach to love. Overall you guys are big supporters of each other, I'm getting movie night snuggles in pillow forts/ morning breakfasts with coffee & dancing/hot cocoa, mittens, ice skating, meet the family, holidays & a proposal (literal of figuratively). Go forward, go fearless, & go crazy with the love, the expression of emotions, & the butterflies you feel. Be honest & open about your feelings & give each other time in the beginning stages. Don't try to force anything.

Channeled Songs:

You->

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New to real, genuine love aren't you? It's okay, we've all been there at one point. I'm getting that this relationship had a rocky start or that you guys may have had a rough relationship in a past life. You guys have been here before many times in many lives. Some of you ran away, other times you chased them away, sometimes you've lied to protect each other but it only ended up hurting you guys more, I'm getting that at one point one of you gave the ultimatum in a past life and the other took it jokingly/ smirking/ "they wouldn't do that to me, to us". They would, they did. But this time around is where the ultimatum is put to test. This is your choice to mend, fix, enhance your relationship & move forward from the past lives you've lived together. Definitely getting old souls, major beach vibes this time. Maybe you'll have a beach house or meet at the beach. You'll definitely know when you see this person that you've been here before with them. It's like meeting an old friend, an old lover, but you greet them with a smile & say "here we go again huh 😉". Getting gemini/aquarius energy, maybe sagittarius but only a little. "Hey hey hey lover~". Some of you will meet online, some of you have met before in this life but you were very young & didn't realize who the other person was to you. Getting rich vibes tbh. Another power couple here. Large events, nightly parties w/ string lights, lots of dancing, its a royal vibe here. One of you may be far more elegant/graceful than the other. In contrast, one may be more of a jokester/more brash with how they show themselves. Both hold some form of authority in their area of work, some may even work together at different ranks. I'm getting Childhood friends to lovers vibes. Someone called someone a nuisance(affectionately). "You're an asshole, but I love you~". All I know for sure is that you guys love each other deeply & want nothing more than to be with each other. Hearing "we'll do it right this time babe!". So be open, honest, and communicative with one another. Be clear about your wants, needs, & boundaries and maybe, just maybe you will get it right this time babes.

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(Fun fact, this is my pile aswell. Don't worry, no biases here~)

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Heads up! The love you've been asking for is on its way~ Who knows what the next season brings but you plan to be far more open, honest, & clear with your love & intentions with others. Good for you! Some of you may have faced hardships with past lovers or almost lovers, causing you to shield your heart from hurt. So big kudos to you for trying again and allowing yourself to feel things. Okay! Into the relationship aspects: I'm getting that one of you may feel that you have no chance with the other. "You were out of my league, got my heartbeat racing". The other is so enthralled with them that it doesn't even cross their mind to think about stuff like that. Both of you fall & you guys fall hard. "You got me tripping, stumbling, flipping, fumbling, oh you got me falling in love"~ I'm getting that you'll meet in a classroom, work environment, or daily hangout place (ie: coffee shop/library). One will definitely notice the other first while the other is preoccupied with something. The one who notices the other is far more outgoing, getting peacock energy. They definitely want to show off to the other, feel a need to impress the other in order to gain a chance with them (this is the person who is "out of their league"). The other is far more reserved, quiet, and even introverted. As I said they may notice the other watching them but are far too preoccupied to care/acknowledge it(which only fuels the others desire to impress). In regards to the peacock showoff vibes the other is giving, this person is someone who usually finds it annoying/rude but they find it endearing/amusing when this person does it. It's like someone is trying so hard to impress them its almost cute/laughable. They may trip or stumble & try to play it off while embarrassed. Meanwhile the other has heart eyes and has already decided that "hey they may be a cute idiot, but they'll be my cute idiot". This will be a romance for the ages. Others around them may be jealous & try to ruin it, some may succeed but only for a little while. Some will notice that this is a ploy & cut it off immediately. After all time tells all truths and these two were meant to be. If they are honest, open, & secure with themselves & one another then they will grow to highers sights & experiences they couldn't even dream of. I'm getting 444, dream couple, couple goals, its big kids on the playground energy. Like the vibe of one kid seeing another & deciding right there that they'll be married. Overall this is a fun & adventurous relationship. Getting movie, art museum dates. Concerts, traveling the world. Stars, night sky, Northern lights, night picnics, hammocks, campfires. Major cuddling vibes. Another honeymoon phase relationship (where it feels like that all the time/joy or butterflies whenever you see them). Some may even have a relationship where y'all help each other grow in career & wealth together.

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Was woken up around 2am to make this it is now 3:50am. Hope those who needed this enjoy~

Been super busy/tired lately, these transformations really mess with your schedule, huh?

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doggernaut · 8 months

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INJURY FIC INJURY FIC

Oh hello, you've found the fic most likely to be published sometime soon, if only because when I was looking at it I realized it's really just a short little Jack character study and only needs a little bit of work to make it publishable.

I have posted about this more on my main Tumblr account, but I'm a runner and in the past year and a half have been struggling with what seems like endless post-Covid lung issues and injuries. I went from running a PR marathon in April of 2022 to barely being able to run three miles at a pace five minutes slower than my PR pace. For somebody who has never really had to contend with injuries over almost 30 years of running (I took several months off when I strained my calf in 2016, but got into barre classes during that time), it has been humbling. And frustrating. I spend like an hour a day doing my stupid PT exercises and it feels like I've accomplished nothing. And I figured I could take all my feelings about being an aging athlete and give them to Jack. Because you know who would be pissed off about being forced to slow down due to a minor injury? Jack Zimmermann.

(Projecting all of my feelings onto Jack, by the way, has not really helped. But maybe other readers will see themselves in this fic and feel not-so-alone?)

“Can you explain it to me?” Bitty asks. “Euh … I’ll try.” Jack isn’t sure if he can explain what he’s feeling to Bitty because he’s not sure he understands it himself. Bitty gives Jack’s shoulder a little squeeze, a nonverbal cue that he’s ready to listen whenever Jack’s ready. It takes Jack a minute to gather his thoughts. “I know I need to rest,” Jack begins. “I know I need to slow down and let things run their course, and I know it’s good for my body. Healing. But my mind just …” Bitty presses a kiss to the back of Jack’s neck. “I know.” “Sometimes my thoughts get a little out of control,” Jack admits. “Not in a bad way. Not like before. But I’ve been wondering if this is it. Maybe this time I won’t heal. Or I’ll fall so far out of shape that I’ll never get back to where I was. And I’ll just keep falling behind until they tell me I’m done. I’m not as young as I used to be. There are new guys who are faster, hungrier. Whenever I face off against some young kid I think about how I was at eighteen, how I thought guys my age had one foot out the door.” “Well, first of all,” Bitty murmurs soothingly, “nobody is gonna tell the Jack Zimmermann that he’s done.” Jack manages a smile in spite of himself. “I know it’s not rational.” Bitty presses another kiss, feather-light, to the back of Jack’s neck. “Honey, I know how you feel about slowing down, but maybe you should try to change the narrative,” he says gently. “What do you mean?” “Well, instead of telling yourself you’re lazy, try thinking of it as recovering. Right now the best thing you can do for yourself is rest a little so you can start the new season healthy and strong. When’s the last time you gave yourself permission to slow down?

Permission? That’s a new concept. Jack can’t recall ever giving himself permission to slow down. His overdose forced him to slow down, but that wasn’t a choice. This doesn’t feel like a choice either, but Bitty is right. Jack’s been in therapy long enough to know that there’s a difference between then and now, that slowing down now is something he has to do if he wants to keep moving forward. “Just remember,” Bitty adds, “every rest day, every easy PT session, is an investment in a stronger, more resilient you. And it’s all gonna pay off big time next season.” “You’re good at this. You sure you don’t want to get into coaching?” “Oh, it’s hardly me at all! I’ve just been spending a lot of time on the inspirational, body positive side of Instagram.” “You have?” Seven years together, and Bitty’s still surprising Jack. Bitty shrugs. “I know it was a million years ago, but I used to be an athlete, too. Long enough ago that my body definitely isn’t the same.” There’s a hint of resignation in Bitty’s tone. “I know that’s not a bad thing, but it’s still hard to accept sometimes. Especially living with you, looking like you do.” “Bits, you’ve never said anything,” Jack says, feeling a little guilty for not picking up on the fact that Bitty’s been going through this too. “And I wasn’t gonna,” Bitty says, “because most days I don’t think about it. My life is a lot different now, and that’s a good thing! But I can’t lift as much as I used to at the gym, and you know I can’t always keep up with you on our morning runs. And it’s my choice, I know. I’m happy with my yoga class and running most mornings and doing the Turkey Trot once a year, but sometimes it’s still—” Bitty shrugs. “Honey, you’re a professional athlete. It’s hard not to compare myself to you. Or who I was just a few years ago, for that matter. So I follow a few accounts that help keep things in perspective. There’s this whole community of former athletes, and people who are recovering from illness or injury, and people who are just starting on their fitness journey, and they remind me I’m not alone. Your pace isn’t my pace, and that’s okay.” Jack laughs in spite of himself. “Okay, now you sound like an influencer.” “And you honey—” Bitty places a gentle hand on Jack’s chest—“your pace today doesn’t have to be your pace yesterday, or last year. We’re all works in progress.”

#wip ask game #sweatersinthesummer

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cinamun · 1 year

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I’m having to put on my big gworl panties to unpack MerSean…

I think the only ship these two should explore should be friendship. Do I like the fact that Sean has managed to finally uproot himself from the indent he has left in his couch for a night out? Absolutely

Do I fear for Sean’s (and Mercy’s) health and well being if they do a thing: Absolutely

Boffum need to heal but not together, in that way. I feel Mercy should find some new unproblematic, good dick from someone else. Like there’s gotta be someone else just kickin’ it at Sky Fitness or the Cupcake stand in Uptown…or like The Art Gallery or something. Getting in bed with Sean is too close comfort. I want to save the good sis the time & energy before she gives it away.

Not even making this be about Jay but I feel like he would lose it. Going from Bishop to Sean, just might send him to an early grave. But even his feelings aside…Sean just got off the couch. We don’t need any more “soul ties” (if that’s the right word) with unhealed/mentally unstable (respectfully) men. Especially since she’s had a taste of freedom for what…like 2 weeks…and idk if we can even call it freedom because she’s not fully outta the clear. She’s confident…and having a good time with her girl Indy but…in the clear…far from it. 👀

The ship I do think she should explore: that music teacher position at Copperdale that miss girl had been eying. I think her tickling the ivories at that funeral is the real reason miss ma’am is living her most confident-infused best life. Them keys put some pep in our girls step, we can’t deny that.

*Please feel free to give me a better word for mentally unstable, if you have one. 💛

Its the practical rationale for me Chae!!!

Because look, the good brotha Sean literally just buried his boy (rip to the homie). While its nice to get off the couch (he says as much to Darren) and get out, have a lil fun (see the hint of a smile on the Harley), we don't need to rush into anything. Sean is still seeing the good Doc about 3 times a week and its going to take awhile for the Doc to work on YEARS of projecting, trauma, feelings of failed parenting and now loss. Sean has work to do.

And did Mercy ever have an outlet after the passing of Mr. Jackson Carruthers, Jazz Pianist? Perhaps not... she couldn't even be found when Georgie passed away and Bertie really needed her. She buries her own feelings and feels like she deserves punishment. That just doesn't go away after one bomb ass night out with a bad ass bestie.

She still has baggage and the tag says Bishop. The flesh is weak.

I'm so glad you mentioned the Music Teacher that Mercy very much wanted to be but was told "I don't want you working". Chile....

And here comes her son, Professor of the Pianistic Arts at Britechester, always a waiting list to enroll in his course because he LOVES what he does and the students LOVE that. I digress....

All very, VERY good points to soak in as we imagine the possibilities of these two very complicated characters.

#chae with the big girl drawls!#we love that #story stuff #long post

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sombersummerskies · 8 months

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A Champion's Love: Chapter 32

Chapter 32: From the Ground Up Word Count: 4330 CW: None

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Months passed as you settled into your new lives. Life in Hateno was relaxing, which felt odd to you when you’ve spent the majority of your life on high alert at all times. Within time your wounds from the Yiga had healed completely, though you were left with a long scar on your bicep and a few minimal scratches along your torso.

The princess hadn’t yet completely reinstated you as her knight, claiming you still needed more time to recover from the mental stress. But the last thing you wanted to do was sit around, wasting away. So instead you dedicated yourself to offering assistance to the people of Hateno village. Killing off a monster camp to protect the rancher’s flock of sheep, finding various weapons to show to a curious boy, even collecting a handful of crickets for a man who wanted to use them as a gift.

The people of the village were grateful, giving you rupees and cooked meals. Eventually, however, you ran out of people to help within Hateno. So you began to travel to offer your assistance. From Kakariko, to Lurelin, to the various stables, you traveled back and forth with the aid of your steed to help any in need.

Whenever you could spare a day or two, you’d travel to Zora’s Domain to pay Prince Sidon a visit. Even though the council had recently been giving the prince more and more work, he would still eagerly make time for you. As of late he’d been showering you with various gifts, which according to the guards was another aspect of Zora courting rituals. If there was ever a day where Sidon could get away from his diplomatic work for more than a handful of hours, you would graciously spend that time together alone, away from prying eyes.

At the same time, Zelda was starting a new project. The construction of Lookout Landing was going smoothly, so the princess set her sights on a new goal: building a school. One night after having dinner she was excitedly explaining it to you, sharing how she and Symin were going to work together to usher in a new age of academia.

“Oh, you simply must see the plans,” she said with a grin, “it’s going to be the most precious building. Bolson and Hudson will be offering their construction expertise of course. In the first iteration it’s going to be a school for the younger children, but in the future I hope to expand to higher education for adults as well.”

Ever since moving the princess had a new air about her. More confident, more determined, and more hopeful. Her newly short hair bounced as she spoke, the blonde strands catching the light of the oil lamps around you.

“It sounds exciting,” you smile, leaning against the dining table, “do you know if any of the parents here are interested in sending their kids to school?”

She nods, “yes, the mayor has a young son, and I’m sure if the mayor gives the school his approval that even more families will be influenced to allow their children to join.”

You can’t help but chuckle, “Zelda, you’re the princess, the fact that you’re running the school is the only approval it needs.”

“Perhaps,” she smiles, “and how have you been fairing?”

“Good, good I think,” you reply, “it feels good to be useful. Unfortunately I seem to be running out of people to help.”

Zelda perks up at this, “oh, you’ve just reminded me. When I was speaking to Hudson about the construction of the school, he mentioned something quite intriguing to me. The development of a new town. He said it would be in the Akkala region, far north of here- and he also mentioned how he’d likely require assistance. Maybe you should inquire about it.”

“A new town…?” you repeat, “that does sound interesting.”

“You do have to pass through the Lanayru region to get there,” she adds with a cheeky grin, “perhaps you could stop by and say hello to your prince.”

“If you’re allowed to tease me about Sidon, do I get to tease you about Link?” you shoot back, sticking your tongue out at her.

She flushes with a roll of her eyes, “that’s different, I doubt Link would ever pursue me-”

You burst out in a loud, “HA!” that causes Zelda’s blush to darken even further. “Are you serious?” you ask her through laughs, “do you even see the way he looks at you?”

“Small glances are nothing compared to how Prince Sidon looks at you,” she retorts, “I swear, when the two of you are beside each other he looks at you as if there’s no one else that exists in the world.”

And then it was your turn to blush.

…

You’d become rather familiar with the feeling of the palace’s smooth flooring beneath your boots. A light sprinkle of rain fell from the heavens as you walked across the Great Zora Bridge. The Zora armor, which you’d recently retrieved from Impa, reflected the morning sunlight. You’d left Hateno rather early, with the hopes that you could both visit Sidon and meet with Hudson in a single day.

As you passed through the entrance you received your usual round of greetings, from the guards and shopkeepers, and even from the young Zora who ran around in their typical manner. During all of your visits the children- Tumbo, Keye, Finley, and Laruta- had become particularly fond of you and seemed to look forward to your arrival in the domain everytime.

In front of Mipha’s statue you pause momentarily, which has become customary on all of your visits, to offer your thanks to her. If it weren’t for her spirit, you weren’t sure if either you or Sidon would have survived that attack from the Yiga.

You quickly head up the stairs towards the throne room, but are caught off guard by two elder Zora who stop you just before you can enter.

“And what exactly is your business here today, Hylian?” one of them asks, an elder who’s fins remind you of those of a squid.

“Uh-” you stammer, “I’m here to see Prince Sidon?” Your answer comes out sounding like a question, since you assume it must be obvious what your intent is. It’s the same every time you return to the domain.

The other elder, with fins that resemble those of a sawfish, rolls his eyes, “your incessant visits are becoming a nuisance. We are preparing the prince for his eventual Kingship, all you do is distract him.”

A frown sets on your face, “haven’t we been over this before? Sidon has made it clear that regardless of my birth and status you have to respect me when I’m here.”

The squid-like elder barks out a laugh, “respect? I should think we’re showing you plenty of respect. By telling you that you have no place here, rather than lying to your face. Do not mistake the young prince’s kindness for lifelong mateship.”

“Clearly you don’t know the prince very well if that’s what you think,” you mutter, growing tired of the elder’s condescension.

The two Zora share a look before one says, “we know him well enough to know that you will never be his wife, let alone his Queen.”

You can’t stop the gasp that passes your lips. Normally you could ignore the comments from the council members, but something about this conversation struck a chord. Just as you begin to step back, someone else speaks up.

“Dearest? Are you alright?” At the top of the stairs Sidon is standing, a concerned look on his face. He glances between the two elders and then back to you.

“... I’m fine,” you mutter after a moment of silence, not wanting to cause a scene, “I was just here to say hello before I ventured to Akkala.”

You can tell that the prince doesn’t entirely believe your lie. He pads down the staircase and nods his head at the two council members, “you may leave us now.”

The two older Zora walk away, leaving you and Sidon at the base of the stairs. You fidget, the conversation having made you quite uncomfortable. “Will you be honest with me, now that they’re gone?” the prince asks, kneeling before you.

You’re keenly aware of the fact that there are plenty of Zora within ears’ reach who could overhear you.

“Can we discuss it somewhere else?” you ask in a quiet voice, “somewhere… private.”

He gives you a gentle smile, “of course.”

That’s how you find yourself at a small body of water known as Lulu Lake. A short walk east of the palace and two quick rides up the waterfalls of Mikau Lake brought you here. It was small and peaceful, with one final waterfall that would bring you near the peak of Ploymus Mountain. If you recalled correctly, it was this same set of waterfalls that you ascended with Sidon to help complete his trials.

Small lily pads and short grass sprouts from beneath the surface of the water, and surrounding the lake were colorful coral-like trees. You’d chosen to take a seat upon one of the sun-warmed rocks as you let your feet stay cool in the water. The prince opted to lay in the water instead, allowing the ripples of the water to wash over him.

You stare at the palace in the distance, eyes trailing over the large fish statue above the throne room. Out here, away from everyone else, you’re finally free to speak openly. After a few seconds of silence you finally speak up, “... they’re never going to accept me, are they?”

Out of the corner of your eye you see Sidon look up at you.

“The council will never accept me,” you elaborate, tilting your head towards him, “because I’m a Hylian. They’ll never approve of me.”

The prince sits up, your name just barely a whisper on his lips. “Darling… it will be an adjustment, with time they will come to understand their biases are wrong.”

“That’s what you say every time, and everytime I am here, nothing changes. It’s been months, and they still look down on me as if I’m a mutt, even after stopping the Divine Beast’s tantrum,” you huff, fidgeting with the fabric of your gloves, “do you know what they said to me just before? That I have no place in the domain. That I could never be your bride.”

Sidon frowns, glaring in the direction of the palace, “you mustn’t listen to them. They’re old, set in their ways, they have no perception of the way things have changed in the modern age. Let me have a word with them, I will set them straight.”

“It doesn’t matter how many times you speak to them, Sidon,” you sigh, sliding off of the rock to pace around the lake, “because whenever you’re not by my side, they will turn their noses up at me. They call me a distraction, they think I’m wasting your time, they probably refer to me as filth behind my back. They will never accept me, or our relationship, because I’m a Hylian.”

“Dearest,” he says, pleading as he walks towards you, “please, do not speak like that.”

“But it’s true isn’t it? Things would be simpler if I wasn’t a Hylian- if instead I were born a Zora. They would accept me then, wouldn’t they? Might even go so far as to say that they would like me as a Zora,” you retort.

Sidon kneels before you, gently coaxing you closer as he takes your hands into his own. He lets out a deep sigh as his eyes, somewhat murky and saddened, flicker across your form. “... if you ask the truth of me, I will not deny you. Though it pains me to say, I do agree that in another life had you been born a Zora, the council would be far more approving of our partnership.”

You stare into his eyes, nervousness bubbling in the pit of your stomach. You hesitate before speaking again, “... and you? Would you like me more if I were a Zora?”

You regret the question as soon as it comes out of your mouth. The prince’s expression falls, his grip on your hands loosening for just a moment. “Dearest? Where is this coming from? Have I ever given you such an inclination?” he asks, leaning closer to you.

“No- no, it’s just-” you stammer, ashamed at the way your insecurities came flooding out all at once, “nevermind. Forget I asked. I was just upset about what the council members had said to me. It’s a stupid question anyway, it’s not as if I can just transform my body.”

“Beloved, listen to me,” he whispers, “in all my life, out of any of the beings I’ve met in this world, it is you who captures my thoughts at every waking moment. You, in all of your courage and bravery and wit. In all of your beauty, charm, and candor. I would walk to the ends of the world just to feel the love you so generously share with me. I care not what form you take or how your body may look. With or without the approval of the council, it is you who I want to spend my life with. Even as we age, even in sickness. My affection for you will never change.”

Your heart pounds in your chest, though Sidon’s words immediately relax you and help to ease your worries. You throw your arms around his shoulders and hug him, hiding your face away as you do. “Thank you,” you murmur against him, “and I feel the same for you, always.”

The prince chuckles softly, “I’m glad to have helped you, dearest. Truly. It pains me to see you so forlorn, you know.”

“I’ll try not to be from now on,” you laugh.

“Ah, there’s that gorgeous smile,” the prince grins, leaning back to see your expression, “how else could I pull more smiles out of you, I wonder.”

“Hmm?” you respond, but you see the mischievous look on his face all too late.

Sidon tightens his grip on your waist as he falls backwards, dragging you down with him into the water. You shriek with laughter as the both of you make a splash, scaring away some nearby ducks.You yell his name, though there’s no anger in your voice, face hot from all of your giggles.

The afternoon hours pass as the two of you lie in the water together, talking and reminiscing and laughing. A thought passes through your mind, and as you admire Sidon’s bright eyes and handsome smile, you think of how lucky you must be to share a life with a being like him.

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Much to your surprise, it didn’t take you very long to find Hudson’s location in the Akkala region. At some point during all your travels you’d met the Great Fairy Mija, who like her sisters was quite grateful for your presence and offered to mend and upgrade your armor. North of her fountain was a skinny, precarious looking piece of land that resembled a bridge over a circular lake. At the center of this lake was a large chunk of earth connected to this naturally formed bridge.

That was where Hudson had chosen the location for this new town.

On this faux island was a group of large rocks, a lone building, and a simple pond in the center with a prayer statue. You quickly found the architect, who was working away, attempting to break down one of the many boulders with his pickaxe. It looked like back breaking work.

“Hudson!” you called out as you approached, waving an arm.

Once you were standing in front of him he steps away from the rock, wiping sweat from his brow. He greets you with a simple, “hey. We meet again.”

“Indeed we do,” you smile at him, gazing around, “Princess Zelda mentioned to me that you had a new project here. So, what’s your plan?”

The Hylian man nods his head, his long hair bouncing, “the construction of Lookout Landing inspired me, and I spoke with Bolson. I’ve decided to build a new village from scratch. Every village needs a name, though. I think I’ll call it… Tarrey Town.”

“Seems like a good idea to me. Daunting task though, building a whole new town. How’s it going so far?” you ask.

“Well enough, however…” he trails off momentarily, “I built a house to store the village supplies in, but there just isn’t enough.”

“Enough?” you repeat curiously.

“Enough anything,” he answers, “people, money, stuff.”

You nod, taking another look at the surrounding area. If he keeps up construction at his current pace, it’ll take him months to complete all the work on his own. “Let me lend a hand,” you offer, looking back at him.

“But why? There’s nothing in it for you,” he questions, tilting his head to the side.

You can’t help but grin, shrugging your shoulders, “I don’t mind. I thrive helping others. Besides, after the calamity, I’d love to see some life returning to Hyrule.”

Hudson sighs, his shoulders visibly loosening, “thank Hylia, you’re a lifesaver. Well, I suppose to get started, we’ll need houses for people to live in. We can’t invite them until we have homes. Do you think you can bring me some wood? Ten bundles should be enough. If you bring me that, I can combine it with what I’ve already got and get started on new houses.”

“You got it, boss,” you reply cheekily, giving Hudson a salute before jogging away.

Within the storehouse you find a woodcutting axe and borrow it for the time being. Across the land bridge were a handful of trees, and after cutting a few down you get to work on chopping the wood down to size. You work up a sweat while doing so, and the evening sun still beating down on you isn’t helping. After an hour of labor, you have all of the necessary bundles, though you regret having left your horse at the stable as you wandered through Akkala.

Once you return to Hudson, you deposit the wood at the home and speak with him once more. He thanks you again and you ask what the next phase of construction will require.

“These boulders are driving me nuts,” he explains, ‘I want to move them out of the way so we can develop the land underneath. It’d really help me out if you could find someone with enough brute physical strength to bust them apart.”

“Physical strength… like a Goron?” you reply.

“Yes, a Goron would be my first choice,” he nods, “good luck hiring someone to travel here, though, it seems like a real long shot. Oh, and one last wrinkle… yeah, in accordance with the official Bolson Construction policy, that someone’s name must end in ‘son’.”

“... son?” you repeat, perplexed.

Hudson smiles, “yup. If you run into anyone that fits what I’ve said, try to send them here to Tarrey Town for me.

…

The heat of Death Mountain is sweltering. You trudge through Goron City in your flame resistant armor, but the fiery haze and high temperatures still make you sweat. It feels as if you spend the entire day in Goron City, stopping every Goron who walks by and asking for their name. There’s Bludo and Yunobo of course, neither of which have a name ending in ‘son’. It feels as if you’re searching in vain as you speak with Bargoh, Bladon, Fugo, Gonguron, Krane, Offrak, Pyle, Rohan, Slergo, Tanko, Tray.

You feel completely out of luck- until someone mentions the mines to you.

That’s how you find yourself in the Southern Mine, speaking with the workers after the sundown. A particular Goron sat by the fire catches your attention, as you hear him lamenting to his coworker that he feels as if he can’t use his strength to make a difference in the world.

“Sorry to interrupt,” you pipe up, adjusting your helmet, “but I couldn’t help but overhear.”

The Goron gives you a tired look, raising a brow, “what? Do you have a job that’d let me use my strength to make a difference?”

“Actually,” you grin, “I do.”

He immediately perks up, showing you more interest, “huh? Really? Where? Please, tell me more!”

“Tarrey Town,” you answer.

“Tarrey Town?” he repeats, “never heard of it. What’s the deal with the place?”

You explain the situation to him, how Hudson of Bolson Construction would like to build a new town from the ground up but needs assistance as he does. As you explain you ask for his name, feeling overjoyed when he tells you that it’s Greyson.

“Tarrey Town…” he mumbles, “so there is somewhere out there that needs me. Hmm, I guess Akkala isn’t too far from here. All right! I’m gonna do it! I’m gonna strike while the iron is hot! Thanks for lettin’ me know, lil’ guy! Pelison and I are gonna head there right away!”

Before you get the chance to ask who Pelison is, you watch as he calls out to a much younger Goron. A short kid looks up curiously, and you assume that they must be siblings. You watch as the two Goron brothers leave and practically want to jump in the air out of excitement.

‘Let’s go see what else there is to be done,’ you think to yourself, more than ready to get away from the heat of the volcano.

…

This starts a cycle of tasks over the course of two weeks, where you work alongside Hudson to build the town. Once Greyson had been able to clear away a substantial amount of rock, you needed to collect more wood to build more houses. After building more houses, Hudson confides in you that all the work has caused him to need a tailor to repair his clothing.

So you make way for the Gerudo Desert, searching for a tailor who would be willing to move- and also has a last name ending in ‘son’. You begin looking in Kara Kara Bazaar first, and you luck out once you meet a Gerudo woman named Rhondson.

She explains to you that in her search for a voe to marry, she’s mastered many skills, tailoring being one of them. You suggest that she move to Tarrey Town, not only for the job but also to aid her in her quest of finding a man to marry. When she agrees, your heart soars with joy.

Upon your return to Tarrey Town you see that two small shops have been established: one being Pelison’s, where he sells some of the gems his brother finds in the broken down rock. The other is Rhondson’s, where she sells some exclusive Gerudo clothing. While Rhondson doesn’t seem thrilled to be tailoring Hudson’s clothing on a daily basis, she is happy to be able to search for a voe.

After some discussion with Hudson he, yet again, requires more bundles of wood for further houses to be constructed. Once this has been acquired, Hudson discusses the construction of a general store with you for the distribution of goods. However, no one nearby has the qualifications to run such a shop. The two of you decide that looking around in Rito Village would be the best course of action.

Your visit in the Tabantha region is quicker than the rest. At the base of the village spiral you find a young Rito man with blue feathers sitting alone. You discover that his name is Fyson. He complains of a quarrel with his mother, how his mother runs the general shop in the village. The problem is that he doesn’t want to simply help her with the store, but instead wants to own a shop of his own. You eagerly explain the available space in Tarrey Town, and he agrees to fly there to see it for himself.

When you return to the Akkala region you’re thrilled to see that a new shop has been opened, run by Fyson himself. He happily shows you his stock, and you purchase a new bundle of arrows from him. When you reconvene with Hudson you are unsurprised to hear that he’ll need even more bundles of wood (this time, fifty) for the construction of the final few houses. After a few hours of labor in the forest west of the town, you manage to bring him the rest of the supplies.

“I actually wanted to talk to you about something a little personal…” Hudson says once you return to him.

“Something wrong?” you ask with a frown.

He shakes his head, “oh, not that kind of personal. Actually, I got engaged.”

Your jaw drops open without you meaning to, “what? That’s wonderful! Congratulations!”

“Thank you,” he replies simply.

“Might I ask to who?” you respond.

He looks up across the town and you match his gaze. You realize he’s looking at the small clothing shop. “To Rhondson,” he answers, a smile on his face.

You’re quite shocked to hear this but you don’t say so, not wanting to offend. “Oh, that’s amazing Hudson,” you grin, “I’m so happy for you.”

“Thanks again. Anyway, we want to have a little ceremony to celebrate, but we need someone priest-like to officiate. I know I keep sending you on errands, but do you think you could look for someone priest-like for us?” he asks.

After some thought, you decide the best location to find someone devout and ordained would be Zora’s Domain. After a night’s rest you begin to prepare to journey back to the Lanayru region. In all your trips to the palace, you didn’t recall meeting any priests. But perhaps you might get lucky.

Besides, you can’t deny how excited you are to visit your prince once more.

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