#the promise series

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KUN KITTIKUN AS PHUPHA & KIAK WATTIKORN AS NANFAH IN THE PROMISE (2023), dir. Khom Kongkiat Khomsiri

[heretherebedork]

Get wrecked Phu. Nan is wearing his colors again after he decided not to confess to you because Khao came to see him in Thailand and remembered his promise. You don't deserve Nan! @respectthepetty can these colors mean something?No? Can I pretend? Also, @absolutebl, I believe this show has perfected 'anyone but the main lead' syndrome.

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The Promise of Color

Wake up @waitmyturtles and @dribs-and-drabbles! It's time for me to ruin your lives since you ruined mine by making me watch The Promise!

You know how in Moonlight Chicken and The Eclipse red and blue represented the sun and the moon? What if someone was your sun AND moon? Your entire world revolved around them? What would that leave you to be? Think My Beautiful Man's star and stargazer. Because where are stargazers? Earth.

Nan is the sun AND the moon shining light throughout the day. He seems unattainable and out of reach. Phu is earth. He is grounded and hard working.

And they've always been this way.

Even as adults, their apartments resemble their personalities.

And they maintained their colors *Every single one of Phu's jackets is DIFFERENT! They have different pockets and buttons*

During dinner, they are highlighted by their colors

In college, they barely attempted to switch colors

But Phu was deep in the blue regardless

And he ran away leaving Nan to search for his entire world in Phu's colors

But even now, Nan is quick to leave his colors behind now that his world is back

So he decides to take his stargazer where he can see the sky best and combines their spaces.

I'm invested now!

We are on this journey together now. No take-backsies.

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In case someone needs a reminder!!!

[cooking-dramas]

Here's a new series recommendation 🥰 Would love to hear your thoughts on this one 🥰

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The Promise Mini Series vs The Promise Series

The Director of the Mini Series. Phupha Aired First in August 2022 followed by Nanfah in November of 2022. On The DEVONTE296 YOUTUBE CHANNEL after which a series was announced for 2023

The Stars.

The support Roles were the roles of Deena (who liked Phu) and Gigi (who liked Nan) and Khunkao (whom Nan confused for Phu in Australia then later developed feelings for Nan while helping him search for Phu)

For the series a new director took the helm in Khom (the director of KINNPORSCHE)

Screenwriter Funt also known as FuntLand (with some impressive credits including BANGKOK LOVE STORIES: PLEASE, THE INTERNS, ROSE IN DA HOUSE and FLEET OF TIME)

The Series Support Roles has added BOSS (as Party) MICKEY as (as JOE) RUTHAIWAN (Phu's Grandmother)

LIFT (as KEN ...Nan's Boss) was in the mini series SEAGAMES (as KHUNKAO) as well and MARIMA (as DEENA) eagle eyes may have seen her when Nan and Phu kissed while trying to move the ball without hands she was in the crowd screaming.

MINT (as Gigi) either is a different Gigi than in the mini series since a new actress has taken over from HEIDI (who played Gigi in the mini series.)

MDL only list the child actor that played Phu (I loved him) and the actress that played Nan's mother (she was in the mini series as well) however the impressive child actor who played Nan isn't listed...yet or Nan's Father (also appeared in the mini series)

Now as the series has only 2 episodes released (WETV) and 1 episode (DEVONTE296 YOUTUBE CHANNEL)

There are changes to the plot (storyline) obviously keeping the Phu leaving Nan for 10 years but possibly changing the reason a tiny bit.

And Phu has orchestrated his return in Nan's life as seen by him using his friendship with Joe to move into Joe's condo right across from Nan (kinda shown in one the many deleted scenes from the mini series)

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the snails but I turned them into giant mounts!!!! for funsies mail mounts!!!!! I usually hate spending more than 3 hours on a piece, but I had a lot of fun doing these

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new scar skin goes hard btw

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let's do this dance again

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okay so I just read this book called The Red Palace by June Hur and now I'm on the hunt for similar historical romance books.... I stumbled upon this series called The Promise series by Lee Evie but cannot find copies of it anywhere??? If anyone happens to have a digital copy they can lend/ links to where they might be available to download please let me know?

[heretherebedork]

In which the show literally calls itself out but still decides to have a happy ending for the asshole who doesn't deserve it and Nan who deserves much, much better. I have second lead, third lead and, hell, 'stay single forever' syndrome with this show. @absolutebl How can they be so self-aware and so... like this... at the same time?

The question we all ask ourselves every damn episode Khunkhao, the same question.

Also, Khunkhao the voice of the audience.

(Also, Phu can go to hell for getting mad at Nan when he should spend this entire episode on his hands and knees begging forgiveness while Nan makes out with Party and Khunkhao.)

[respectthepetty]

The Promise just pulled a Hail Mary in the last quarter, and THIS is why I stick around for a hate-watch!

@heretherebedork, I have the BEST spoiler for you!

Before I get to that sweet juicy spoiler, enjoy Phu seeing Party and Nan sleeping together because I'm petty and thoroughly enjoyed this! Mostly because Party told Phu, once again, that he wasn't a good friend to Nan for lying to him for over a decade!

Also enjoy Nan demanding that Jo give him the key to Phu's new place so HE CAN MOVE IN WITH PHU because Nan is pissed that Phu pulled his shit again.

Alright, spoiler time:

Remember that Nan went to Melbourne EVERY year for TEN years? Yeah, how could we forget, especially when this episode reminds us in the first three minutes that Nan was terrified that Phu was dead and begging for any sign of life from him.

Remember that Nan met a guy there who helped him look for Phu?

Well, HE'S BACK!

Khao was hired by the company to be the new presenter for the ad campaign.

But that's NOT the spoiler.

This is where it gets spicy!

The guys are asked questions about special days, and of course because everyone loves Nan, Khao talks about meeting Nan and falling in love with him. Phu does the same because EVERYONE LOVES NAN! Cool, cool, cool.

Afterwards, Nan approaches Khao to catch up and notices Khao's phone light up.

And that's when the dots connect!

That is the same woman who is in Phu's picture from the time capsule.

That's Phu's mom!

That's Khao's mom!

THEY ARE BROTHERS!!!!

Now, Nan is holding this secret, but he isn't 100% sure. Does he tell Phu? Does he keep quiet? Will Phu be upset when he finds out that Nan knew?

WILL PHU GET A TASTE OF HIS OWN MEDICINE if Nan actually keeps this a secret?!

I am ecstatic!

Thrilled.

Euphoric.

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(part of the ‘Wife at First Sight Series’)

For the first time in a long time, Simon feels as if he’s walking on eggshells

He’s 6’4”, easily over 200 pounds of bulking muscle, strikes fear into the heart of each and every enemy he comes across (should they live to tell the tale that is), and yet he feels as though he’s tiptoeing, practically dancing around the issue he refuses to address

Yet you make him feel this way

It’s been months now, of this dance you still haven’t realized you’re apart of, shining on centre stage under the constant spotlight of Simon Riley’s attention, rather than one of the background performers as you seem to believe

He feels as though he’s done everything he can to get the point across to you, other than literally getting down on one knee and asking you those four special words he can’t seem to get himself to speak out loud

As easy as it is to pretend you two truly are husband and wife ‘til death do you part, he’s instead having to watch you leave base in exchange for your lonely flat each night, reminded of the fact that he’s not ballsy enough to just come out and say it to you

You make the Lieutenant nervous for fucks sake, something he hasn’t truly felt in so long he’s grasping for straws, searching for a life raft in these uncharted waters to help him stay afloat

That’s part of why he’s so confused when Gaz finally joins him and Soap in the gun range, landing a friendly smack across the taller man’s broad shoulders, saying something about how he’s ‘really happy for you LT, finally properly asked her, aye?’

“What are you goin’ on about?” Ghost practically grunts out, readjusting the weapon against his shoulder as he glances through the scope of his gun, only partly interested in what the Sergeants answer is, that is until he hears him mention your name

“Just saw her at her desk, talkin’ about how she has a wedding this weekend-” Gaz has barely finished his sentence before Ghost is whipping his skull clad head around, shoving his weapon into Soap’s arms, and beelining out of the armoury towards you, leaving a pair of chuckling Sergeants behind him

They’ve never seen their Lieutenant so whipped before. And the fact that you don’t even know you have this beast of a man wrapped around your dainty little finger makes it all the more entertaining for them

They totally haven’t taken bets on how long it takes for him to break and finally confess his feelings, and Price definitely didn’t put money down on it either

Ghost may as well float into the room on a cloud he’s feeling so overjoyed at the idea of finding you sat at your desk all pretty, chit chatting away with colleagues about the wedding you’ve finally realized he intends to give you, taking all the pressure off of him

Instead, he rounds the corner and overhears the last tidbits of your conversation, pretending as though his stomach doesn’t drop out of him and onto the floor when he realizes you’re telling your desk mate about your sisters wedding this weekend

He should’ve know better, it wouldn’t be that easy

“-not that I’m embarrassed to go without someone. That I don’t care so much about.” He hears you explain, failing to have noticed him behind you quite yet. “God knows it’s been ages since I’ve gone on an actual date anyways. But this is the first time I’m a bridesmaid, and my sister keeps saying I’m apparently the only bridesmaid without a date-”

“Well aren’t you going to bring your husband?” Your colleague asks, cutting you off. Just like everyone else on base, she knows thinks you are in fact Mrs Riley, for all intents and purposes. You open your mouth to correct her and tell her you don’t have a husband, when a deep voice comes up behind you and speaks first.

“‘Course she is.” Ghost replies for you, coming to stand behind you in your chair, sneaking a gloved hand onto your shoulder to offer a slight squeeze of acknowledgment. You lean your head back to glance up at him, offering a soft smile that melts his heart more and more each time he’s lucky enough to see it, to be the reason for it. Sensing she’s now the odd one out, your coworker quietly excuses herself and goes to find someone else to talk water cooler gossip with.

“Oh Ghost! Hi!” You say, reaching your own hand up to squeeze his in return, smile widening when you notice the crinkles next to his eyes that you hope mean he’s smiling as well under the mask. “Oh, you really don’t have to. I mean- I wouldn’t want you to waste a day off just to sit through a stranger’s wedding for who knows how many hours. I barely want to go.”

You try to joke about it, but this really has been causing you unnecessary stress. Your sister apparently doesn’t have enough wedding planning on her plate as it is, seeing as she has enough time to constantly pester you about whether you’ve secured a date yet or not, despite your answer always being no. She knows it’s been forever since you’ve dated anyone seriously, and that finding a date will be more of a chore than showing up without one and enduring your relative comments and questions.

Each time you told her no though, your mind wandered to the tall, dark, muscular man who liked to call himself your husband, imagining the looks on your family’s face if you were to show up with Ghost on your arm. But you never bothered to ask him, not wanting to force him into extending his kindness and charade of a happily married couple outside of work hours.

“I’d be with you for those ‘who knows how many hours?’” Ghost asks, quoting you, watching as you offer him a simple nod in return. “Then that’s the farthest thing from a waste o’ time in my books, love.”

As simple as that, the plan was set. Ghost would be your date to the wedding that weekend.

Now, Ghost was used to not having very much to look forward to in life. He could look forward to a hot shower occasionally, look forward to good pub food instead of mess hall dinners, look forward to a chance to sleep in a little later, simpler things of the sort.

But when you came into his life, he was suddenly looking forward to equally simple, but different things. He looked forward to reading your cute replies to his good morning and good night texts (he still never misses a single one, all these months later), looked forward to seeing your sweet smile greeting him when you arrived to work, looked forward to hearing your pleased hum when you took your first sip of whatever drink he prepared you that day. Essentially, he looked forward to seeing you.

Now though, he feels as if this weekend cannot come soon enough, finding himself practically giddy he’s looking forward to spending more time with you off base so much, feeling like a kid who’s itching to get their hands on their new Christmas gifts.

When he arrives at your flat almost a half hour too early (he just couldn’t wait anymore lovie, you can’t blame the poor man), and you open the door to greet him, he doesn’t think it’s fair to compare this to a gift under the Christmas tree.

No. It’s more like he’s won the goddamn lottery.

Standing before him, is the most beautiful, breathtaking vision he’s ever laid eyes upon in all his years. He half wonders if his knees are legitimately beginning to wobble where he stands, he feels so weak in the knees as he gazes upon you in your doorway. It’s still just you, the same woman he’s been seeing every day and dreaming of each night.

But you don’t look like you have every day these past months. Your hair is styled differently, your make up is a little more done up, and the thing that’s really got his mind reeling, is that instead of your regular work attire, you’re wearing a dress so stunning he half wonders whether or not you are the bride this evening. There’s no possible way someone so beautiful is expected to stand on the sidelines tonight, expected to be anyone apart from the star of the show, the centre of his the world.

You don’t take much notice of the way Ghost fails to greet you properly, standing outside your door and practically gawking at you, seeing as you’re preoccupied doing the same to him. His usual fatigues and black everything have been swapped out for black dress pants, a white button up shirt (your eyes definitely do not linger on the top three buttons being left undone, nope, not at all) and a black blazer, matching black surgical mask in exchange for the typical skeleton mask.

You two blushing, bumbling idiots in secret love manage to pull yourselves together enough to make the drive up to the venue, the car ride filled with laughter, stories, and too many stolen glances to count, each of you wishing you could pull the car over somewhere and jump each others bones instead.

At the venue, you go through the obligatory introductions with your family, simply so they couldn’t say you didn’t say hello at least once throughout the busy night, only partially intent on ignoring them later on. They’re left understandably stunned at the mention that the man beside you is your husband, and when your family members begin unloading question after question, the two of you manage to find a quick excuse each time to dash off, giggling and holding onto the other as you weave the growing crowd of guests, all too proud of your little inside joke.

You regretfully tell him that you’ll have to leave him to sit alone throughout the ceremony, though he insists you shouldn’t worry about it, lifting your spirits momentarily when he jokes that you should focus more on not tripping during your walk down the aisle, before the both of you are left bright red in the face at hearing him talking about you walking down an aisle, as if you don’t pretend to be married every day to begin with.

He truly doesn’t mind having to sit on the tiny foldable chairs that make up the seating for the ceremony, it’s only a small portion of the evening after all. And besides, his eyes certainly aren’t on the couple reciting their vows up at the altar. No, his gaze is on one person and one person only. From the moment the music kicked in and pairs of bridesmaids and groomsmen stepped out to walk the aisle in their matching attire and matching smiles, his eyes have been locked on you, just as yours have been locked on his.

His size certainly helped you pick him out of the crowd with more ease, finding him amongst the familiar and unfamiliar faces instantly, as though gravity was pulling your gaze in his direction alone. Later on, neither of you could even correctly point out amongst the groomsmen whose arm you were holding on to as you walked, attention only focused on each other.

Even as you stood up front, listening to your sister and new brother in law profess their love for the other, you tried your best to appear as though you were paying them your full attention, considering you were standing up at the front and all. But it was as though you could literally feel Ghost’s eyes on you the entire ceremony, unable to stop your eyes from straying towards him more times than was surely appropriate, feeling the heat of a blush creep over your cheeks every time you saw how devastatingly handsome he was today.

By the time the newlyweds are marching back down the aisle past their cheering loved ones, wedding party in tow, your eyes are no longer pretending to look anywhere other than at him. And Simon is looking back at you, but his mind is growing preoccupied, thinking of how he can finally ensure you’ll let him walk you down the aisle now.

Because in the glove compartment of the very car he drove you up here in, only inches away from your knees the entire drive, he’s tucked away a small little box, containing the exact ring you chose from the jeweller all those weeks ago. He carries it with him everywhere, eager for the moment, the opportunity to be lucky enough to truly call himself your husband and slip the band over your finger as his wife.

And he’s decided that tonight is the night he tells you.

The night he tells you this has never been a joke to him, never been anything apart from what he really wants to be true from the moment he saw you.

To call you his wife.

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First art post in 2025✨

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