#there are four styles I would love it in:

[hatethysinner]

papa remmick headcanons pleaseee 🥸🥺

ᴘᴀᴘᴀ!ʀᴇᴍᴍɪᴄᴋ ʜᴀɴᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ

ᴀ/ɴ: these have been floating around in my head since i saw the movie so it'd be an understatement to say just how excited i am to share them! for simplicity's sake i only wrote about one daughter but let's be real remmick would have like 4. i genuinely have so many more ideas than this so if i get a lot of traction i'm def doing like 5 parts. tried to go in a chronological-ish order! if imagining hot fictional characters as fathers is my favorite pasttime does that make me crazy? i don't do taglists personally, so just follow me if you want to be updated when i post c:

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: none, enjoy the cutest vampire mass murderer as the most devoted father in the world! i even made the setting and time period very vague because i absolutely refuse to terrorize this adorable family.

first and foremost, ʀᴇᴍᴍɪᴄᴋ could only be a girl dad. it is physically, spiritually, and cosmically impossible for this man to have sons. don't argue with me, argue with the universe.

from the start, ʀᴇᴍᴍɪᴄᴋ was incredibly attentive. if his baby girl so much as shifted lightly in her crib, he was already standing over her before you could even stir.

ʀᴇᴍᴍɪᴄᴋ insisted on skin-to-skin contact at every opportunity. didn't care if he had to stay still for HOURS. and he would too.

“she’s settlin’ her heart,” he'd whisper, “and mine’s the drum she’s gonna know first.”

ʀᴇᴍᴍɪᴄᴋ took her babbling dead seriously. would fold his arms, listen with furrowed brows, and nod as if absorbing the meaning of life.

talked to her constantly. about everything. you'd catch ʀᴇᴍᴍɪᴄᴋ engaging in full-on conversations with an infant.

“this right here’s nutmeg. we don’t touch that, ‘cause it’s strong. like your mama. now this is thyme. it teaches ya patience.” (he was very proud of that joke)

best believe ʀᴇᴍᴍɪᴄᴋ is singing to her if she won't go to sleep. real songs, not lullabies. low and soft. a little off key. a little too slow. and always with her name in the chorus.

if she trips over air, ʀᴇᴍᴍɪᴄᴋ's already crouched beside her like a medic on a battlefield.

“where’s it hurt, baby? show me. papa’s got you.”

ʀᴇᴍᴍɪᴄᴋ let her paint his nails. once. now it’s every saturday. sits there dead serious with one hand outstretched and the other holding a towel so she doesn’t drip.

says “gentle, baby” every time she pets a flower, every time she touches your face, every time she hugs his neck. because that’s how ʀᴇᴍᴍɪᴄᴋ taught her. love is gentle.

ʀᴇᴍᴍɪᴄᴋ never hid his vampiric features at home. she adores them. pokes at his fangs, tugs at his claws, stares into his eyes with not even a hint of fear. because there's no need to.

if she calls for ʀᴇᴍᴍɪᴄᴋ in the night, even once, he’s at her side with a glass of water, a fresh blanket, and at least four “ya okay, sugar?” before he even sits down.

when she gets sick, ʀᴇᴍᴍɪᴄᴋ holds her all night with one hand pressed to her forehead and the other on her back like he can make her feel better just by staying still enough.

do not ever ask ʀᴇᴍᴍɪᴄᴋ to discipline his daughter. ten minutes later, you'll find the two of them on the porch swing sharing a pint of ice cream and laughing like nothing happened.

“i talked to her,” he’d say, mouth full of rocky road (🤭). “we came to an understandin’.” they did not.

ʀᴇᴍᴍɪᴄᴋ is a constant bragger. constant. mentions her name in every single conversation, so avoid casually talking to him at all costs.

“my baby just got straight a’s. first grade, top of her class. can ya believe that?”

does not play when it comes to styling her hair. to learn, ʀᴇᴍᴍɪᴄᴋ sat on a little wooden stool for an entire afternoon under the careful eye of mama, focused like it was life of death. now he does them every sunday morning, and always ends with three sweet kisses.

“prettiest girl in the world. prettiest head of curls, too.”

ʀᴇᴍᴍɪᴄᴋ felt left out of not having a bonnet (literally made this :( face) so he wears one too. unironically loves it.

ʀᴇᴍᴍɪᴄᴋ always needs a picture of his family. first day of school, new dress, vacation, playing in the yard, doesn't matter. wallet’s full of folded photos and his side of the bedroom’s a shrine. framed memories everywhere. his girls, always.

y'all ain't never met a man who throws down in the kitchen more than ʀᴇᴍᴍɪᴄᴋ does. bakes, grills, fries, sautés, and seasons like nobody's business. he's been alive for over a millennium, so half the meals he makes have long been forgotten by the world. and of course he's teaching his baby girl all his skills.

girl ʀᴇᴍᴍɪᴄᴋ runs the pta like it's the navy. absolutely zero tolerance for slackers. despite his authoritarian, almost hivemindlike (🤭) style, every event and fundraiser ends up being a major success

he's never and will never miss a single recital, play, spelling bee, science fair, honor roll ceremony, or any other event involving his baby. ʀᴇᴍᴍɪᴄᴋ will fight his way to the front row if he has to, and records the whole thing with his favorite video camera. every tape is labeled, dated, and stored with care. if the house is too quiet, he'll be watching reruns.

ʀᴇᴍᴍɪᴄᴋ ends every night the same. “ya know who loves ya?” he asks, real low.

and she says, every time, “you do, papa.”

and he answers, “damn right i do.” with his hand over his heart.

[goodolddumbbanana]

Classic Sun and Eclipse interact.

Eclipse: Go kill yourself!

Killer Sun: Do it first, you 🐬🐬🐬

If I have a coin for every a Sun or a Eclipse greet each other with the phase:Kill yourself, kinda weird that I will have like... three coins, or four... Five...

Killer Sun looks so zesty this episode. Is it me or did he actually upgrade his style? Baby girl is on fire tonight with all of his gestures.

So... Someone wants to kill Solar? At first, I actually thought it was a different dimension Nexus or His Moon, because whatever Eclipse did might have bought all Solar citizen dimensions back.

But they have confirmed they are all dead, and the one behind the curtains is human?

Is that Sven? Because Ruin's machine does not actually kill all the Creators, so if there was a creator who becomes some kind of astral body, so he can live, right?

Because I feel something very suspicious since the first time they walk into this dimension.

This dimension is new, yes? So, it was supposed no one would know about this place.

But... Clispy has visited it (purely by accident, but I doubt it), some grandma from different dimensions also visited it, and a lot of people know Sun and Moon place.

Moving aside, So KS's Moon did kill someone KS loved... I wonder if his Moon has killed KS's Dazzle. Because the first thing KS mentioned when he meets Sun was asking if Sun's Moon gets someone captive.

Things get really interesting. Funny how Sun just started using magic and this shit happened

[alphacrone]

a quick one-shot that's been on my mind since i watched the finale last night.

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Around dawn, when Hardison was snoring lightly into his pillow, Parker slipped out of the room.

It was her room, technically—even theirs, when Alec was in town. But Parker never liked to call it that, not when it was just a place she laid her head while away from the home they’d built together. 

She didn’t mean the house, either, though she loved that place and missed it fiercely while they were in Louisiana. Hardison had put so much work into it, a beautiful ranch-style build for Eliot with a courtyard of flowers—both the beautiful and the bizarre—for when Sophie needed a break from everything. The library had been for Nate, a place of stained-glass windows and quiet contemplation, where he’d spent a good chunk of the end of his life. The server room and workshop had been for Alec—and Breana, though he’d never admit it to her face—and the vents? The vents had been the first thing he’d planned, and were so complex and labyrinthine that it had taken Parker months to master them all. 

It was the closest a place had ever felt like home to Parker, but she knew better than that. Home wasn’t walls and windows and vents; home was people. Her people. 

The sun hadn’t risen yet, but the sky was starting to lighten as it drew near, a cobalt blue that reminded Parker of the Hope Diamond, of the Star of India, of a million different gems she’d stolen at one point or another. It was the sort of color that made you believe you really could start anew, go on a journey and come out of it changed, maybe even for the better.

It wasn’t hard to find him. Eliot didn’t like to admit it often, but he and Parker were cut from the same cloth. Parker wondered if she’d be more like him if she’d had parents who loved her. She wondered if he’d be more like her if there wasn’t so much blood on his hands. 

The roof of the Hancock-Whitney Center was technically off-limits, but Parker assumed those rules were for normal, honest people. As the tallest building in the city, it housed an emergency heliport, but it was a poorly-kept secret around New Orleans that some of the richer lawyers who worked in the penthouse offices constituted “trips to the Caymans” as emergencies.

There was something freeing about being up so high without a rope or harness. One misstep, one miscalculation, and Parker would tumble to her death, gone in seconds. It was a thought that frightened normal people like Hardison and Sophie, but sent a chill of excitement down Parker’s spine. No one could touch her when she was so high above the world.  

Eliot, she knew, came to places like these out of a sense of duty. Like a livestock dog, he’d choose the best vantage point to watch over his flock—even if that flock included every innocent person in the world. When he needed to think, he could stare out over the city for hours, silent and still. 

He was there now, perched on a ledge with a six pack by his side. There was something endearing about the way his admittedly short legs dangled over the edge, like a child in a chair built for someone larger. Parker let her footsteps gradually grow louder, knowing Eliot would hear her long before she reached him. 

“Can’t sleep?” He asked, not bothering to turn around. Parker climbed up next to him and stole the bottle that hung loosely from his fingers. 

“Got a couple hours,” she said truthfully. “How long have you been up here?” 

Eliot shrugged. “Dunno. When did Hardison and Breanna start arguing about dipshits and dorks or whatever?” 

“Dungeons and Dragons,” Parker corrected, though they both knew Eliot already knew that. “Four hours ago.” 

Eliot tipped his head as if to say, well there you go. Parker always found it amusing how expressive he was when he wasn’t busy scowling. She took a long pull of her stolen beer and handed the bottle back. 

��Would you really have let me kill him?” 

It was the question that had been on Parker’s mind for days now, in the quiet hours where she tried to nap on the loaned chopper that took her to and from Colombia. Eliot had been serious, when he’d told her he’d have her back no matter her choice, but something didn’t sit right, like puzzle pieces that looked like they should fit together but didn’t quite mesh no matter how hard she forced them. 

“Of course,” Eliot said, like it was the most normal thing in the world. “I told you, Parker, you’re not Nate.” 

“No,” she agreed. “We’re different than them. But you don’t…do that anymore.” 

If she didn’t know him as well as she did, Parker wouldn’t have noticed the miniscule twitch of the muscle in Eliot’s jaw, the way his shoulders set to brace for a blow. “I don’t,” he said quietly. “But you’re not me, either.” 

“Would you?” Parker heard herself ask. “Do it again?” 

For the first time since she’d sat down, Eliot looked at her. His eyes were always so soft, so sad, even when the rest of him was a hardened tool of violence. Hardison had mentioned it once, late at night when the two of them had been too wired to sleep. He thinks he’s broken, Alec had whispered. And that he can never be- fixed? Healed?

You could, she’d said. You do. You fix everything. 

The half-smile he’d given her had been so devastated, Parker had nearly cried. 

“I would,” Eliot finally admitted. “With the right motivation.” 

“And what’s that?” Parker asked. 

“C’mon, now,” he said, elbowing her gently. “You know the answer to that.” 

And she did. There was no doubt in her mind that if her life was in danger—or Hardison’s, or Sophie’s, or Breanna’s, or even Harry’s—Eliot would kill the entire world to keep them safe. 

“But that’s not what this was, with Ramirez,” Parker said, looking out over the city. Even New Orleans had to sleep, but there were hundreds of dots of light speckling the darkness. There were people coming home from graveyard shifts and people getting ready to replace them. There were students up late studying and parents up early with crying babies. There were friends out partying still and lovers wrapping themselves in each other’s arms and families coming together for a meal or a hug or to say hello or goodbye. Thousands of souls laid out in front of Parker’s eyes—and Eliot would just let her end one? 

“Ramirez hurt children,” Eliot said simply. “He would’ve gotten one killed sooner rather than later. Leaving him alive is a risk. A calculated one,” he added quickly. “But a risk nonetheless. You wouldn’t have been protecting one of us, Parker. You would’ve been protecting those kids.” 

“Thought you looked down on vigilante killings,” Parker whispered, voice growing suspiciously thick. 

“Usually, yeah.” Eliot shrugged. “But I trust you. And even- even if it was a wrong call, a death I couldn’t justify, I’d still have your back.” 

“Even if I killed Hardison? Or Sophie?” Parker dipped her face against her shoulder, trying to wipe away the tears that had started falling. 

“I can’t imagine a world where that would happen,” Eliot said with a gentle laugh. “But yes.” 

“That’s horrible,” Parker said, making Eliot laugh harder. “I’m telling Hardison you said that.” 

“Do not-” Eliot turned to shove her, but Parker was already dancing across the helipad, tears drying on her cheeks. Eliot followed after her, beer forgotten, scowl back in place, and for the first time since Edgar Ramirez came across her radar, Parker’s heart felt light. 

[orangez3st]

New Orders Just Came In

Clone Commando Boss × GN!Reader

✧ Summary: Boss loves to take care of you, especially when you're sick—even if you put up a fight.

✧ Tags & Warnings: sickfic, eepyfic, established relationship, domestic fluff (these four are deadly fluff combination I daresay)

✧ Word Count: 1.9k

✧ A/N: Woe Boss sickfic be upon ye. If you're feeling under the weather as you're reading this, I hope you get to feel better soon! Stay hydrated and don't forget some calories in. Man I miss writing short fics like this, it took less than 24 hours. Anyway, enjoy my second Boss fluff, exclusively for prompt day 6 "where's my caf?" of @deltasquadweek! 🧡🧡

Masterlist | Read on AO3 | Boss (in-header image)

Once upon a time he'd promised he would never complain about the mattress in his squad's barracks. The two-inch bare-minimum necessity to catch 8 hours of sleep at most on a good day. He even has to fluff his pillow every damn day, or every hour when they're just hanging out in the barracks waiting for what's next.

He's top bunk, just so Fixer who's sleeping under him gets to shove his mechanic tools and knickknacks under the bed. Also because Sev literally sleeps with one eye open and that creeps the kriff out of his second-in-command. Scorch hates Fixer's snores, but everybody's gotta lose something.

But at your house, though…

Everything is perfect. The couch they don't have. The bean bags that aren't busted and terribly patched up. The amount of natural light pouring in from the rustic-style windows. It's lived in, the same as his barracks, but just not the same way. It's warm, it's cozy. It's everything he could've wanted for a livable living area.

Now he's complaining.

Put that aside. Boss is lucky to have you. He's lucky that he'd won you over all those months ago even though the first date was far from perfect, but you were so willing to accept what he lacks and believe in what he's capable of and in his aspirations, and still are. You are perfect.

When he's planetside, he excuses himself from the barracks and stays over at your house. Often comes unannounced to surprise you, and it works every time. Your joyous smiles and your tight hugs are such treasures—he would literally shoot someone to see them again. And anyway, that's what his mission, his duties, are for. Coming home to you and enjoying everything you both have to share, the domestic bits and pieces of it, after every of those mandatory debriefs, on-call duties.

In the kitchen, Boss stirs your herbal tea, the spoon clinking against the porcelain mug as he's incorporated a tiny bit of sugar in there. His caf's brewing. The packet herby nuna cream soup he's discovered in the pantry is simmering in a pot behind him, while the toaster next to it automatically turns off as the bread slices pop up loudly.

Apparently and eventually the noise in the kitchen wakes you up, not long after your boyfriend. Still in your sock-clad feet and Boss’ worn bodysuit top, you're rubbing your eyes as you pad into the kitchen. Boss smiles at the sight of you.

“Hey.” Chuckling, the commando wraps his bare, strong arms around you as you crash into his chest. “Good morning.”

“Mornin’,” you mumble airily, but you sound very much awake. You peel yourself off of him, peering into the simmering pot and smiling at the sight of toast. “A really nice view to wake up to.”

Standing bare chested with only just black sweatpants in the middle of your kitchen, Boss looks at you teasingly.

“Dork,” you rasp, trying to laugh but your sore, painful throat prevents you to. “I'm talking about the food.”

“Trust me, I know,” Boss says, nodding to himself in confirmation. He then quickly rinses the teaspoon he used to stir the tea. “Am I not food?”

“Sometimes,” you answer, distracted by stirring the pot with the ladle.

Boss glances down as he leans back against the counter. He watches you for a moment. You usually hum. This morning you don’t, and he knows why. Last night you complained about the dinner you had with your friends that you might or might have not overconsumed the food your friends warned you about. His last night's concern skyrockets this morning. “Cyar'ika,” he begins carefully, “If I ask you not to talk too much, will you listen?”

You turn the stove off. “Hm?”

“Your throat's hurting.”

“Yeah,” you rasp, not even bothering to hide your wheeze.

“Okay, stop talking.” Your boyfriend holds a hand up almost sternly. “That's an order, cyar'ika.”

“But how am I supposed to wor—” you're cut off in surprise when Boss pushes the mug of tea he's been stirring for five minutes to make sure the small amount of sugar dissolves into your hands. You melt at the warmth in your palm, but you complain just as fast. “Um. Why is this tea?”

Boss shrugs. “It's for you.”

“I want caf. Where's my caf? I need one.”

He sighs. “You don't need it.”

“Excuse me?”

“You complained about your throat last night. And you were shivering. I lowered the temp in the bedroom and I consulted. This morning you must be feeling terrible, worse than last night.”

Every bit of his words ring true. You look at him suspiciously, but you lift the mug to your lips anyway. “Who are you consulting with?”

“A trained medic,” Boss says as you sip on your tea, “He dropped some of our top-shelf med supply this morning. That tea is one of them, to soothe your throat first thing. And this.” He shows you a tube of tablets that he draws out of nowhere—you’re feeling it's getting difficult to keep up, it's not good. “For your flu symptoms.”

Relief washes over you. Boss has always been very kind, and he loves taking care of you. And your house. And your needs. Basically he cares about everything about you.

“Okay,” you smile gratefully, gulping the last of your tea. “Um, tell my thanks to your medic. And thank you.” You hug and kiss his cheek before turning around for the stairs. “I'll go shower and head out.”

Boss sighs. It's one of those sighs that goes out of him when Fixer breaks into another argument with either Sev or Scorch. "Cyar'ika, you can be very adorable sometimes."

You grin widely as your cheeks flush in his praise. You turn slightly to glance over your shoulder. "Sometimes?"

"You're not feeling well," he says, ignoring your teasing. "You're staying home."

"What?! No—aherm.” You wheeze again, your voice now barely coming out. “Oh bugger…”

He raises an eyebrow challengingly. "No?"

You roll your eyes, switching to whispering. "Boss, honey, I've got deadlines and I have to be in office."

"No, I've checked your work progress and everything can be done remotely from home.” He approaches you, swiftly crowding you with his ridiculously built, strong body and his equally strong arms. Despite your protests, you can't help but melt as he cages you in them again, wrapped around your waist very snugly. "You're going to have breakfast, take your meds, wrap yourself in blanket, and sleep in.”

You look horrified. "Sleep in?"

"Sleep in," Boss nods, undeterred. "Or I'll take you upstairs myself and make a ronto roll out of you, sweetheart. Your choice."

You shuffle your feet in hesitance. It does sound tempting, and Boss knows your resolve is falling apart.

In the end, he ends up smiling so smugly. You don't say it, but he knows what you're thinking—you’re persuaded; you can't resist his charms and his unshakable duty to take care of you. Especially his charms. You know Boss as a soft-spoken person but also in a way stern about duty and orders. Plus, his thick unique accent is your sole weakness.

And then you're truly persuaded to eat the hot packet soup that you can't taste at all, with the dry toast—no butter in order not to make your strep throat worse. Boss pointedly sips on his fresh caf in front of you while having the same meal as you, yet innocently evading your ‘envious verbal attacks’ by saying that he has to be on-call at 1500, so he's got to be at HQ before that time.

And then to email your team leader and human resources to tell them you're really, really sick with the official doctor's orders in writing coming in hot soon on another email.

Boss literally nags at you when you even try to load the dishes into the washer, says he'll do it later after you're asleep—he’ll take care of the house and make sure to have lunch ready for you before he departs.

Now you're sitting with a glass of water and the tablets on the table, Boss snapping the tube close as he half-sits on the table. He looks at you, zoning out, and drags you back in by loosely brushing your hair with his fingers and pushing them away from your face so you don't look really terrible.

Grateful for everything he's done, you look up to meet his gaze. “I love you, you know that?” 

Boss smiles, his dimples showing and making the hummingbirds in your stomach flutter. “Love you too.” He leans in and kisses your head. “You'll always have me,” he mumbles to your hair, rubbing your arm. “Whatever you need. I'll do it for you.”

You grab his hand and squeeze, wishing you could kiss it but you don't want to risk infection—it’s the last thing he needs. Him being close is hazardous enough for him, but he insists on clone metabolism and stuff. So you just squish your cheek into his palm, your eyelashes flutter against his skin and make his chest flooded with warmth.

“Come on,” Boss urges you again, right after you take your meds. “Let's get you to bed.”

You squeal and giggle hoarsely as he hoists you up by the back of your knees, your chest meeting his while having your arms wrapped around his neck, and shuffle upstairs to your shared bedroom. A commando like him is strong, no doubt—admiring his strength, you always love it when he carries you. 

Boss gently drops you on your side of the bed with a slight groan. He smiles at you, brushing your hair away from your face once again before tucking you in and slipping behind you above the covers.

“Best day ever,” you mumble into your pillow.

“Don't say that. You're ill,” Boss playfully chides, pulling you close to his chest and throwing his leg over yours. “Best day would be to see you up and about again. Tirelessly chirping. Active, adorable. Like a little porg.”

You coo, not knowing what to say. “Thank you.”

Boss hums, gently rubbing your arms above the covers.

It's the comfortable silence and lazy atmosphere that make this almost like a Benduday morning. Soon enough, not within five minutes or so you think, your eyes droop heavily.

"Oh, you drugged that tea, didn't you."

Boss bites down on his lip to resist his amused smile at your tone. "You'll be fine. Just sleepy. Fi prescribed it for you."

You hum in question. "Fixer?"

"Fi," Boss insists, "From Omega. He's the squad medic. I consulted him."

"Oh." You don't know who it is. "Prescribed? For all I know you dumped the whole bottle in there."

"Now why would I do that?"

"Because you don't want me to work.”

“No,” Boss corrects you, "Because I know you are so exhausted that your immune system drops, so I want you to catch a lot of rest.”

You yawn, turning around, and curl your body above his chest. Boss releases a deep sigh as he feels your feverish body, and tugs you closer. His warm body makes you purr beneath the covers, wishing that it could swallow you alive. "Well, it's working,” you murmur, your consciousness slipping out of you and for once it feels blissful.

"Good," Boss smiles into your hair, his arms snug around your cocooned body. "I'll stay, cyar'ika. Get some rest.”

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[0nlythrowharrybeaux]

HIII!! I’m not sure of u do request so feel free to ignore lolll, but I have an ANSGTYYY REQUEST

What about Harry and reader have been dating for a while completely in love and everything, but Harry finds out that reader was a fan like before they met, but she had lied and said that she didn’t really knows who he was. He feels betrayed and stuff cause he had liked that she liked him for him and not bc of being the celebrity Harry styles, and they fight and stuff idk just VERY ANGSTYYY.

Not sure if this makes sense but I’d love veee to read itt! 💝🫶🏻🫂

I do! But I work at a slower pace since I work full-time! So sorry if it's a bit late! Hope you like it!

WC: 3.3k

You could not rid yourself of that sickening feeling in the pit of your stomach when Harry gave you that look after playing off a laugh. Your best friend was drunk, it was her birthday... she was just feeling really reminiscent of your teenage years and started going on about your awkward and delusional phases in secondary school when you two thought you could pull all these celebrities. Then, she came out with the fact that you had Harry's face pasted all over your bedroom and would fill your notebooks with practice signatures as Y/N Styles, and even started to look into things that he said he liked in interviews to see if you had common interests with him. Harry was obviously caught by surprise, he didn't hide that. But he was quick on his feet and laughed it off with her and the rest of her friends, but then there was that look of betrayal that he exchanged with you and you knew that the car ride home was going to be awful.

The issue with this was that four years ago, when you'd met Harry at a private gallery opening you had been so shocked that you pretended like you didn't know him. And well, that was a breath of fresh air for Harry. You didn't feel too badly about it because after the band's hiatus you did a giant purge of your 1D things and moved on. You started dating someone that was really into punk and harder indie rock and just submerged yourself into a new genre. When Harry's solo album came out, it wasn't your preferred genre anymore, so after giving it a listen you decided that you had really moved on. Obviously, it was impossible not to know of him, he was huge! But you genuinely didn't know the lyrics to his songs, or even the titles of the songs on the albums! So you didn't feel like a fan anymore, even if you had been just shy of completely obsessed with him in your more formative years. He had a special place in your heart and memories, but that was all.

He knew you as the woman who was a little pretentious about music, art, and films! And you two connected on that front as well. He liked to learn a lot and you had a lot of knowledge and facts. He had the means to get you into more exclusive art gallery openings and to meet artists that you'd never have the opportunity to even be in the same room in otherwise! He was busy, but in his free time he would always share music and film suggestions with you. He started inviting you around his friends, and then the pandemic happened and you were shut in together for a bit with some of his friends in LA and you started dating and had been together ever since.

That look of betrayal though, it terrified you. You and Harry had definitely had your fair share of squabbles, but it had never been anything big or too serious until more recently. You'd had an argument about you moving in with him. He felt that it was time and you thought the opposite. You'd read plenty on cohabitation and how couples who went on into more serious turf after cohabitating had a higher divorce rate. You loved him so deeply that if you had any chance of forever with him, you didn't want any odds stacked against you and well now, you weren't sure if there was any hope at all.

When you started saying goodbye to everyone you were dreading being alone with him for the first time since you'd met him. The walk down to his car was tense and silent. He still opened your door for you and closed it behind you, but his cool demeanor was unsettling. He started the engine wordlessly and you just looked to him.

"Please say something." you begged and he shrugged.

"I don't know what you want me to say, Y/N." he mumbled lowly before pulling out. The further you drove from their AirBnB, the further away the chances of your relationship surviving this were.

"You're disappointed and hurt. I know that but I-"

"You've been lying to me from the start!" he finally said. His tone accusatory and drenched with hurt. "You said you didn't know anything about me as an artist!"

"I didn't! Not at the time!"

"Not according to your best friend!" he argued back.

"Can you just let me explain?" you asked.

"I don''t know how any explanation would change the fact that you lied to me, Y/N. I don't want to think this way, but I feel like you had ulterior motives now!" he explained and you sighed and started to feel your eyes welling up.

"No, H! Not at all!"

"I don't want to doubt you, but I... I've been real with you this whole time. And I don't doubt that the love you have for me now is genuine but I... I don't like liars. You know that."

"I know, H."

"No, you don't know how it is! It's not like I haven't built genuine connections with people who have ended up just using me! This isn't new to me! I just never would have expected something like this from you." he said with disappointment.

That's what broke you and your tears finally started to fall. You sighed in defeat and rested your head against the headrest as the tense silence filled the air again. You were supposed to be spending the night at his place, but he was taking you home based on the route he was taking.

"I'm really sorry, Harry." you said again and he turned to you.

"I know." he responded lowly, sparing you one quick glance before turning his attention back to the road.

You didn't speak to each other the rest of the way to your apartment. You felt like if you actually got out of the car without a fight there was no chance of coming back from this. So when the car came to a stop you unfastened your seatbelt and turned to him. His hands were still firmly on the steering wheel and you reached out to his arm which made him glance to you for a second but then he focused back ahead.

"I know you feel betrayed-"

"No, you don't, Y/N. You have no idea how this feels." he said decidedly, his tone even and voice unwavering. You sniffled and sighed.

"I just...I just want to fix this. How do I fix it?" your voice broke and his jaw tightened.

"You shouldn't have lied." he said simply.

Harry was avoiding looking at you because if he saw you cry his resolve would surely break. He loved you with his whole heart, he saw a real future with you. He was still recovering from you rejecting moving in together. He understood where you were coming from but he was ready to move forward and take the next step and it felt like you weren't yet. He didn't doubt that you loved him, but maybe you didn't love him as much as he loved you? That's what he was battling mentally for weeks! And now this?

Maybe it started out for convenience? Or because regardless of how young you'd been then, getting to know him and be with him was some sort of fantasy you got to play out? He hated the thought that the sincerity of your connection wasn't this pure and fateful thing that had been ordained by whatever higher power was out there and pulling the strings. Your friend had said that you even started to get into the things he had been into then because you wanted to know if you would be compatible! Now, it all felt calculated and manipulated. And he felt like a complete fool.

"I'm really sorry, baby. But it wasn't like that!" you cried and he huffed.

"But it was!" he raised his voice. "You pretended to know absolutely nothing about me! We had so many shared interests from the beginning but you knew that! You knew those things about me! You learned to like them! Did you even care about any of it or did you just hope it'd get us closer?" he asked, his voice finally cracked a bit and you couldn't help but cry.

"I care! I love the things I love because I love them genuinely! Including you!" you wept but he shook his head. "I was a fan in high school, Harry! That's it!" you explained desperately. "I was a child! I was a stupid, delusional child who had a crush on a celebrity I didn't know! That wasn't real! This is real! I'm a grown up now, I'm not trying to love out some childish fantasy. I know you. I know the people and the things you care about... I love you for who you are today! Not the illusion of you I had as a kid." you explained through your tears. "Please just...just hear me out." you practically begged.

"I'm tired, Y/N. I just... need a little space." he said and a sob broke through your mouth.

"Baby, please-"

"You were right to not want to move out." he said lowly and you just crumbled on the spot and moved quickly to get out of his car.

Your vision was blurry as you hurried up the steps to your building, struggling to get your key in the door for a few tries before finally you made it inside and just bolted towards the elevator. It was over. He hadn't said that but you felt it. You felt the distance he created from you and how aloof he had suddenly become. You had lied. Maybe not to the depths to which he imagined but you had still lied. And lies always come back to haunt you.

******

It had been a few days and Harry hadn't reached out at all. So you texted to ask if you could talk but the whole day went by without a response. It had been awful waiting by your phone all day, hoping that he would consider your request and be open to talking, but clearly, he didn't care to get any clarity.

Your best friend had reached out and was apologetic of course, she hadn't meant to put you out there like that. But she was just so happy that you had ended up with Harry. She had dropped by before she and her other friends left for Paris, the next part of her birthday vacation. And she assured you that if there was anything she could do to help mend this, to let her know. But you explained that Harry asked for space and you didn't want to push him, which she understood. So after another tearful goodbye, she was off and you were alone in your apartment, once again glued to your phone until you dozed off, hoping and waiting that he would just reconsider.

******

Harry was just gutted and confused. He wanted to believe everything was real. It felt real and genuine and he loved you for real, but it's not like you hadn't talked about this before. You knew that his trust issues stemmed from this! You knew how important it was for him to have someone who only cared about plain old Harry and not his famous persona. What plagued him even more was the possibility that you had molded yourself into becoming someone that was his type. It wasn't like the type of person he went for was a secret... and that felt like the most possible situation, which was hurtful.

He proudly wore his heart on his sleeve. He wasn't a gatekeeper, he shared the things he enjoyed with the people in his life quite freely. He wanted their opinions, he wanted to have new things to connect with them about, so he had shared so much with you early on. Maybe a little too early on? He didn't want to think that way but he had to consider it. He loved you so much and he just felt like he'd been played. His love for love...for the falling, it had led him to making stupid decisions in the past, but if he lost you to this? Nothing could make him feel more stupid and naive.

He got your text, asking to talk, to explain and he wanted to hear you out but he needed to talk it out with someone else first to know if he'd be stupid if he wanted to give you a chance to explain. He was in love with you, head over heels! He had everything to lose if his relationship with you ended. He had given so much of himself to you, he didn't want to lose you, but he was just so angry and hurt by your dishonesty. And in that moment he decided that he would hear you out, but he just needed to process his own feelings first.

******

You had mostly given up on hearing from Harry after he'd left you on delivered for a few days, but there was an inkling of you that was still holding onto hope that he would hear you out. He was very understanding for the most part, so you didn't want to completely discount that side of him. And finally, it happened! It was 1 in the morning but when your phone chimed you woke up quickly and immediately reached for your phone on your nightstand more than relieved to see his name on the screen. You smiled as you read his response that he was sorry for making you wait this long, but that he did want to hear you out.

You quickly replied that he had no need to be sorry, that you understood and to just let you know when and where he wanted you to go. He informed you that he wanted you to go over to his place in the morning and you could talk then.

It was safe to say you hardly slept, you kept waking up with dreams of things going perfectly and then nightmares of things ending badly. You were exhausted but you still made it to his house by 9:30, as you'd agreed. You were buzzed into the perimeter fence and just picked at the already raw sides of your thumbs as the nerves got the best of you as you walked up to the front door and knocked a few times. You were tapping your foot repeatedly as you waited a few moments for Harry to come to the door. The anxiety only got worse as you heard the locks turning and the door opening. But then you saw him and it was like you could breathe again.

"Hi." you got out and Harry had a ghost of a smile on his face. It was so faint but it was there.

"Hi. You alright?" he asked, stepping aside to let you in.

"So-so. You?"

"Better." he assured you and you nodded.

"Okay, that's good." you said as you made it inside and he closed the door. He turned the lock quickly before facing you again.

"Have you eaten? The coffee's fresh and I was about to make something to eat."

"I haven't, but ummm...I'd like to clear things up first." you said and he nodded and signaled for you to go on. "I'm really sorry for lying. Omitting the truth is still a lie. And I know how important honesty is to you-"

"It's the most important thing." he said and you nodded once.

"I know." You said with a frown. "And I understand if that means that you can't trust me anymore or if you feel that... this changes things between us."

"Look, I'm sorry for reacting with so much anger." he said with a frown and you shook your head, rejecting his need to apologize and he stepped forward and took your hands. "No, I am sorry because I reacted to the point where I made you doubt the love I have for you." he said and your gaze softened. "I did feel betrayed by learning this about you and it just hurt so much because of how much I love you. I was afraid that maybe we didn't start out genuinely." he explained.

"Oh, baby..." you tutted, "That's not at all true. I was a huge fan of One Direction when I was a teenager but once the band broke up I didn't really follow any of you guys or what you were doing. I got into the things I'm into now and didn't even listen to your music or even care about what you had going on!" you explained and he chuckled a bit and you smiled. "It sounds awful but, literally you were not someone a spared a thought for as a celebrity or artist! I promise you! When we met again, at the exhibit?" you asked and he nodded, "Of course I'd heard of you a bit more, like who hadn't? But I wasn't like a fan or anything like that by then. I was... a bit embarrassed because I felt like maybe you could look into my past with that intense fucking gaze! So I decided to just start over, start fresh with you." you explained. He was looking at you with so much tenderness.

"I had a huge crush on the idealized, stage version of you when you were also younger! When I met you for real I didn't see you as that. I saw you as you. I know I should've been honest when it first came up. But the more time passed, the more irrelevant it felt to me and that was selfish. I love you so much and I knew that I could lose you, so I decided to just leave it." you said with tearful eyes.

"I'd be scared too, love." he assured squeezing your hands. "I just needed to process a bit because I was just scared of being made a fool...again."

"Again?" you asked and he sighed.

"I'm still hurt about the...not wanting to move in thing. I think some of my hurt from that spilled over into this." he explained and you nodded in understanding.

"I see. Is us being together like that, that important to you?" you asked and he gave a small shrug.

"Yeah, I think it is." he confirmed. "I did some reading up on it and I see why you're concerned. But I want this with you not to get complacent with us, but because I want spend the rest of my life with you. And I'd like to get that going in the near future." Harry explained and your lips turned up in a smile.

"Oh."

"Yeah." he added with a bashful smile. "I don't want to lose you or us. I want us to make it. I want us to have babies. I want us to share everything until we're old and decrepit." he said and you giggled a bit.

"So you forgive me?" you asked hopefully and he nodded.

"Of course I forgive you, baby." He reassured and you smiled and let his hands go put only to press them against his chest to kiss him.

When you felt Harry's arms wrap around your waist you felt so much relief. You found comfort in his warmth and the softness of his lips in that loving and long-awaited kiss.

"I love you." you mumbled against his lips and he pulled back and held your face gently in his hands before pecking your lips, the tip of your nose, and then your forehead before pressing his forehead against yours sweetly.

"Love you more. So much more than you even know." he hummed.

[asgoodeasgold]

"I’m Really Proud Of Dept. Q"

Another must-read gem of an interview with Matthew Goode about Netflix Dept. Q from Country & Town House

📷 Lee Malone

✒️ Olivia Emily

Some snippets:

🔸️ "I loved making this; it might be my favorite company of actors that I’ve ever worked with. They all have such great personality and style."

➡️ Hi Matthew, how’s life going at the moment?

🔸️ "Good! My life is OK, although the world seems to be touch and go, which is quite depressing. We’re navigating the fact that my daughter’s got her GCSEs, which is fascinating – so she’s off studying, poor thing. It feels a lot more stressful than when we did our GCSEs."

➡️ How are you feeling about the show being out in the world?

🔸️ "Well, there’s nothing you can do about it! I watched the whole thing prior to it being released, and I’m really proud of it. It was a joy to do but it was difficult: it’s always exhausting when you do long form television, because it’s effectively like making four or five films back to back.

I don’t love watching myself."

➡️ Scott wrote Department Q with you in mind to play Carl…

🔸️"I know! When he says that, I’m always like, ‘you have to explain that answer to people, otherwise they’re just going to think I’m an arsehole!’.

I think you’re very lucky if someone can see that in you, because people do like to pigeonhole actors. I’m forever being put in a period drama. I’m very grateful for that, because the stories are always different. But with this, I get to push the boat out a bit."

➡️ Any new project?

🔸️ "I’ve got one thing coming up, but it hasn’t been announced yet, so I’m not allowed to be the one to do it. But it’s very exciting."

➡️ What’s a genre you’d like to do more of?

🔸️ "Something in the spy genre world will be quite fun. Governmental secrets, Cold War era, like a le Carre – that would be quite something to get one’s teeth into. You know, you never have any control over it, so if you set your heart on something it more than likely it’ll never come up. So it’s best to just just roll by the seat of your pants, really."

[xoxoaugust]

at the first glance

prince!reo mikage x lady!reader

(Alludes to Bridgerton-esque themes mostly bc of the time period)

Dearest Gentle Reader,

Time has passed since this author has put pen to paper, but I promise the story I am about to tell you is worth the wait.

Barely friends since childhood, the young prince and the young lady reunite. Lingering stares were simple the beginning of what was to be a grand romance. A romance full of anger, sorrows, and most of all, love.

How does one outrun fate? Do they abandon all they’ve ever known? Defy every rule set in stone? Or do they simply choose the next path?

Prince Reo Mikage, the firstborn son of the Mikages. The heir to the throne. Women threw themselves onto him, likely for the title, money, fame perhaps, but his looks certainly helped. He knew, and that is why, even at the age of twenty and three, he is yet to be wed. People may call it ego or pride, but that could not be further from the true reason.

Being the firstborn, Reo Mikage was always expected to be the best. Second place was not a choice, nor was it even in the picture. Top of his class, excelled in every subject, played as captain on the football team at his prep academy, and now waiting for his title.

He hated it.

What a boring life.

Little did he know, everything would change by nightfall.

The transition between girl to woman, then lady is not for the faint of heart. Hours spent choosing the right dress, the right way to lay your hair, the poise, the particular laugh—not too loud but loud enough to make a man feel good—and the “just-right” smile that felt simply comforting. It can and will wash away at any kind of true feeling.

You, the firstborn of four children, one brother and two sisters, destined to marry a rich man and make all the other ladies even more jealous. Top of your class, excelled in every subject, deemed a role model.

The perfect girl, born to be a lady, or so everyone thinks. Sure, you may be the labeled as the picture perfect wife, but marriage was not your desire. Refusing marriage was not a guise to feel different or progressive, rather you wanted a life of your own. Your inheritance was enough for you and three generations forward to last with fulfilling lives. So, here you are, at the age of twenty and one, still unmarried, how horrid.

So, how did the pretentious young soon-to-be king and the wasted potential soon-to-be spinster curate a love story for the ages?

Fate.

Queen Mikage, the woman she is.

Hosting the first ball of the season, as she does every season.

Girls and their mothers running to the seamstresses to meticulously select the dress that will best capture a lord, or maybe even a prince. Your mother was one of them. Running around dressing your two younger sisters, Kiyoko sixteen, and Koyuki seventeen.

You watch as she picks which color best suits the tone of their skin, what style of hair best suits the dress, and what jewels stand out.

You on the other hand, watching, still in your nightgown.

“[name], you ought to get dressed! It is not two hours before the ball. I cannot have you looking like a mess!” Your mother lightly scolded.

You sighed and nodded before stretching your arms and walking back to your room. You looked into your closet, eyeing which dress would likely look effortless.

Bingo.

You usually have your maid, Charlotte, dressing you, however, you requested otherwise, it was not like you still a child. You allowed for their help since they insisted helping you with the jewelry.

“My lady, would this be of your taste?”

Charlotte holds up the dark amethyst necklace, one large violet stone in the middle, then slowly getting smaller going back and lined with diamonds. You nodded as she clipped the necklace into place and put on the matching set of earrings and a bracelet.

The jewelry matched your dress perfectly.

The dress was dark blue-purple with a slight train, sleeves slightly puffed, and lilac lace embroidery all over the dress.

“Mama! How long must you take? It has been an hour!” You exclaimed out into the echoey hallways. As you spoke, your father and your brother walk out of the study.

Your father stares at you, then to the door you were calling to.

“Still not ready?” He sighs.

“Not even close.” You laugh

“Oh dear god.” Your brother breathily laughs.

You and your father, while not exactly the most communicative, felt at ease with one another even in silence. He wasn’t the typical man, and you knew. He didn’t mind you not getting married, in response, he taught you how to be independent. He was willing to increase your inheritance, but even with the current amount, you would have no issue with finance. From an outsiders view, you could be considered an atypical family. The men were more feminine, teaching the girls business instead of simply sending them off for marriage. It was out of the ordinary, but your family was bonded in ways a regular person could never understand.

When your mother was finally done preparing your sisters, the carriage took off, heading for the palace.

The carriage ride was…interesting. Your sisters checking the hand mirror at least a dozen time per minute. You and your brother glance at each other before snorting under your breath.

Your twin brother, Chigiri Hyoma, you two had always gotten along, he had always been on the more feminine side, of course having three sisters would do the trick. He was a bit rough around the edges, short-tempered at times, a bit audacious too. Nonetheless, he was a kind boy, always looking out for your younger sisters Koyuki and Kiyoko.

As the carriage arrived at the palace ballroom entrance, you let out a sigh of an acceptance. Acceptance that this was going to be the most boring night of your life.

Koyuki and Kiyoko rustled out the carriage, fixing their dresses before walking up to the entrance gracefully alongside your mother. You and Hyoma entered the hall together, passing knowing looks. You ended up following Hyoma to his group since your friend Anri hadn’t shown up yet.

Walking over, you’re met with many familiar faces. Faces seen rolling around in the dirt playing football as children, faces now matured. As you approached, the five other boys men looked up to greet you with welcoming smiles.

As children, Hyoma and his friends were inseparable, still inseparable even now. This often meant that they were always playing in your family estate. Football, rugby, pall-mall occasionally, you had always been there.

Though you never participated in the activities, since that would just be unladylike, you would simply converse with the group.

And by converse I mean gossip.

Out of his six friends, the one who had always listened to what you had to say was Kunigami Rensuke.

A kind young man, bright orange hair now faded to a deep bronze, chiseled facial structure, sturdy tall build and very chivalrous. He always had a strong sense of justice, there was a period in time where he became cold and abrasive, but he eventually had returned to his normal sweet self. Out of the five boys, you liked him the most. Hyoma and Rensuke were the best of friends, thus why you were also close to him.

The next one in the group: Isagi Yoichi, the one who brought them all together. He was the glue that held everyone together, he was the one who had built this group, in a sense. All the boys had passion for football, and Yoichi was always there to push them forward, in a supportive and extremely competitive way. He was more delicate. Round eyes and cheeks, sturdy but slim and shorter, and dark features.

Bachira Meguru, the playful one. Short, sweet, and very energetic. You had always liked him, you had always thought he was too hyper for his own good. Though he was your age, he had always looked up to you. He thought you were admirable and wise, always immersed in your conversation, when he’s not distracted by something or falling asleep.

Rin Itoshi, the stoic one. Rin had always been quiet and simple. You had always appreciated his presence, his conversation was never considered time wasted. He was tall, slime but strong, dark handsome features and prominent lashes. You understood him quite well. Though you weren’t close, you know that his cold demeanor was a facade. A shield. He was kind, gentle, and considerate when needed to be.

Nagi Seishiro, the lazy one. You never understood this strange gentleman. He was tall, sturdy, and had white locks and curious eyes. He was a strange boy, kind but unbelievably sluggish. Lazy and unmotivated, but still, an adorable soul regardless of his…tendencies to do absolutely nothing, but sleeping.

Only five of the six boys were presented in front of you, the sixth was missing, and for obvious reasons.

For the next half hour, you simply talked and talked, catching up with all of them, it had been a year since you last saw them. Life had gotten busy.

Deep in conversations with old friends, you failed to sense the presence behind you.

Nagi looks up, eyes widening before speaking (for the first time all night).

“Wow, Reo I did not expect you to be here.” Nagi deadpanned, not in a mean way, but just unbothered.

Your shoulder hitch up, before turning around to meet Reo’s eyes, just to see him already staring right at you.

Reo Mikage, the prince. You did not have anything else to call him, because he was always dragged out of the hangouts. You maybe had a few interactions, a few shared laughs but you hadn’t seen him in years. Seven years to be exact. You remembered his purple hair, and that he was very close to Nagi. You honestly did not care much for him, he was always pulled away for piano practice or some kind of princely activities. You didn’t know him at all.

He steps over to the spot right in between you and Kunigami.

“Well of course I would be here, this is my home.” He laughed in such a genuine manner.

“Well you have not shown up for the last ten balls that her majesty has hosted, and they were all in this very room.” Hyoma joked.

Reo laughs while looking down at the ground, then he looks up and over to you.

“Wow, it has been a while, I have not seen you in ages!” He exclaimed, while his eyes wandered upon you in an unsubtle manner.

You noticed the glance he gave you, and you laughed a bit to yourself before responding with

“I could say the same thing for you, your royal highness.” You stated, slight sarcasm laced in your words while you did a playful curtsy, eliciting a laugh from Reo and the others.

You had always known that Reo was like a magnet, attracting people towards him with an infallible force. His charismatic and welcoming nature did not fail to impress, and it certainly had impressed you.

The entire night, you had felt his presence. Watching you, observing every little detail. You had not a clue as to why he was so intrigued by your existence, but it was starting to get a bit awkward.

As you stepped onto the dance floor once again, you felt a presence behind you.

“May I have this dance?”

Oh dear god.

xoxo, august

an: this is the first part to the “I wanna be yours” series, this part is kinda buns but I promise it will get better

LOVE YALL

[caughtnyact]

OC Layers Tag Game

@thequeenofthewinter and @draco-illius-noctis showed off their beautiful babies Iris and Valeria so I had to get in on this 😌

LAYER ONE: THE OUTSIDE

Name: Kayla Mercar

Eye Color: Green

Hair Style/Color: Honey brown- very long hair that is usually down while off duty and tied up for missions etc.

Height: 5'5"

Clothing Style: Lots of linens and drape-y silhouettes, very much a warm coastal vibe. Very much a fan of jewel tones and tons of gold jewelry pieces (in the Tevinter style, naturally)

Best Physical Feature(s): In her opinion? Her lips. In others' opinions? Her eyes.

LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE

Fears: Being 'too much', never feeling safe to share her innermost thoughts/opinions

Guilty Pleasure: Pretending to be busy and taking a 2+ hour nap

Biggest Pet Peeve: Lack of curiosity or weaponized incompetence

Ambition for the Future: After accomplishing all of the impossible goals of achieving world peace etc. etc., to go fuck off and finally relax lmao

LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS

First Thoughts Waking Up: "Here we go again..."

What They Think About the Most: "How can I be useful?"

What They Think About Before Bed: "Did I do the right thing?"

What They Think Their Best Quality Is: "Nobody else could handle this like I can."

LAYER FOUR: WHAT’S BETTER?

Single or Group Dates: Single for sure, too many variables in a group setting

To be Loved or Respected: One begets the other, in her mind, but respect is easier to earn.

Beauty or Brains: She sees value in both, but brains keep her out of trouble (and an under-stimulated mind gets her into trouble)

Dogs or Cats: Very much cats lol

LAYER FIVE: DO YOU?

Lie: Not very frequently as far as outright lies; definitely more guilty of lies by omission. If she thinks someone isn't ready to hear something, or it won't do any good to volunteer information, she'd be more likely to keep it to herself unless asked directly.

Believe in Yourself: In some ways- she doesn't doubt her strengths or ignore her weaknesses. Believing she's worthy of attention/love/praise is an entirely different thing lmao.

Believe in Love: VERY deep down in the depths of her soul she does.

Want Someone: She certainly isn't holding her breath (And that makes it hit so much harder 😏)

LAYER SIX: HAVE YOU EVER?

Been on Stage: Does getting drunk and hopping up on stage at a Cobbled Swan comedy show to do her own jokes count?

Done Drugs: In a very rebellious teenager way- nothing stronger than elfroot lmao

Changed Who You Were to Fit In: Certainly more in her youth, less of a change and more masking

LAYER SEVEN: WHAT’S THEIR…

Favorite colors: Royal or eggplant purple

Favorite animal: Cats (and pigs)

Favorite book: She still has a dog-eared copy of an old book of elven heroes that her father brought back from one of his military campaigns when she was 8.

Favorite game: She plays a mean game of hockey, but hasn't gotten the chance to play in a long time.

LAYER EIGHT: AGE

DOB: 9:25 Dragon 

How Old Will You Be: 27

Does Age Matter: It matters less than life experiences; someone could live their entire life without hardship, while someone else could live 25 years and known 25 years of pain.

LAYER NINE: FINISH THE SENTENCE

I love: feeling seen.

I feel: so many things all of the time.

I hide: my fears, because I don't want to be seen as weak.

I miss: feeling like I had it all figured out.

I wish: I didn't grow up too fast.

No pressure tags for @pinkberrytea @theyearningghoul @notyourmamasdeerbat @silent-words @quokkafoxtrot @silshinobii and anyone else that would like to participate 🤗

[akaluan]

Man, Ryuuken would be SO PISSED about these weird otherworld-y "pets" that Kaito's brought along. I really don't think he would Expect a gut punch or ANY sort of attack the first time he met them, so absolutely he would get surprised by it. And then Kaito and Uryuu just.. staring in shock bc somehow they did not expect THAT. And Ryuuken from then on trying to make sure he never encounters those beasts again, and Lucario deciding that Ryuuken is now his Mortal Enemy, fuck you forever you dick. And given Aura, he can sense where Ryuuken is and when the man is approaching..

It's been a really long time since I watched the anime or played any of the games, but can pokemon release other pokemon from their poke balls? Because imagine Lucario sensing Ryuuken approaching and sneaking Weavile's ball in order to release the devious lil guy to go intercept Ryuuken and make his life horrible XD

Weaver seems like a fun name for a Weavile! And I absolutely believe that it would gleefully go to scratch ominous messages in places that Ryuuken would see them. It makes PLANS with the others on the team to keep Ryuuken away from Their Trainer.

I think Isshin would get less of the hatred of the team, because Kaito doesn't QUITE have a visceral reaction to him like he does to Ryuuken, though I don't think the man will be allowed to get away with anything that pushes any boundaries.

And absolutely, a giant, purry cat would make a perfect weighted blanket, I can see both Uryuu and Kaito enjoying that. Ichi gets REALLY GOOD at figuring out when Kaito needs some squished time, and is very pleased to discover that its experience with Kaito translates pretty well to Uryuu, though it's dismayed to realize that Uryuu needs it a bit more than Kaito does. Clearly this boy needs a proper pack, and since he's clearly important to Kaito, that makes him important to Ichi too. Sorry Uryuu, you're now Extra Adopted into the group.

(Uryuu very much likes Ichi's attention, and Lucario standing guard, but he's never going to SAY IT. Tbh he's probably in a bit of awe of the whole group and their habit of yeeting Ryuuken before the man can make a nuisance of himself.)

Kisuke is 100% a dopey, loving father gushing about all the adorable little tells he's learning to pick up on from Lucario and how it reflects on what Kaito's feeling! This is both SCIENCE! (Categorizing behavior and such) and a father's DUTY, Yoruichi! No, shush, it doesn't matter that he's never had a father figure in his life, Yoruichi, he's been reading BOOKS, and those books say learning about his son and being Proud Of His Son are important! So clearly that extends to his son's new companions!

Kaito overhears him exactly Once and goes to Hide in his bedroom from the embarrassment. Lucario doing awkward-amused headpats as Kaito is busy trying to die of embarrassment and simultaneously wanting to squirm with Excess Happy because he's still trying to get used to having a father who gives a damn about him.

I feel like Kaito's commitment to training physically with his pokemon sets him a tiny bit apart in the Pokeworld itself? Like, not Outcast style apart, but that sort of Man He's Committed! style that impresses some people and make other ppl Exhausted just thinking about it, etc. And probably gets him some "so when are you going after the Elite Four" questions, lololol

(Kaito: Elite Four? I mean.. I guess? I'm just having fun and secretly trying to solve whatever Problem is going on in this world, so unless the Elite Four is part of it...)

Hilariously, I think Lucario would be significantly better than kido than Kaito, especially at first. Even if it can't say the chants, it has the focus and determination to pull off wordless kido without too much trouble, and unlike Kaito, IT doesn't have two souls worth of reiryoku shoved into one body that it has to overcome XD Medicham AND Lucario doing their best to teach Kaito the sort of control that they know, probably from the moment both of them realize that Kaito has control issues when back in the Pokeworld. The teaching goes both ways!

While transferring the photos over, Kaito is indeed fighting the dual urges to ramble endlessly about all the fun shit he saw and experienced in the Pokeworld and Not Rambling, because why would anyone be interested, why would anyone want to listen to him talk SO MUCH. And no, he's definitely not talking about HIMSELF, that's horrible, why would he talk about himself, but the world and the pokemon and the people there were interesting! And can you BELIEVE that there was yet another Aizen type involved? What is WITH people with delusions of grandeur wanting to remake the world for some reason? If he had a nickel for every time he came across the sort, he'd have TWO, which isn't much but GODDAMN?

Now that he's back, Kaito is absolutely eyeing the Shinigami and wondering what the next catastrophe is going to happen, because his worldhopping has absolutely conditioned him to expect the worst soon after whenever he arrives somewhere. But now he has EXTRA BACKUP, he is READY. ((Entire team of Pokemon vs Yhwach, go! I bet the man has no idea what the FUCK to do about them!))

Born in the Pokeworld AU Kaito out there being that "you will NEVER GUESS what happened to me this time" person. His father is simultaneously proud and going grey bc of all the shenanigans going on. Kid. Kiddo. Please. HOW do you keep tripping face first into Evil Plots and legendary/mythical pokemon. Kid I love you and I adore the data ur getting me, BUT ALSO HOW.

Yoruichi just laughing her ass off because she feels like this is Kisuke's just desserts for all the shit they got up to as kids. (She refuses to acknowledge that sometimes SHE feels like tearing her hair out because oh my GOD kid, your luck is both the best and the worst is existence. Get ur ass back home, you need more stealth training.)

And meanwhile Giratina is alternating between Dramatic Loom whenever the evil team of the day is being a nuisance and like.. the Friend Drape as best it can considering that Kaito is less than half it's size. Kaito just rolls his eyes and tells people to "not mind" the giant Pokemon of Myth hanging off of him, it's a sweetheart so long as everyone behaves.

(Kaito: dad, seriously, I need some way to hide the fact that GIRATINA is following me. He makes everyone so skittish when really he's a sweetheart with a few rough edges. And it's so hard to keep a low profile when he's around, but I don't want to tell him to STOP because that feels mean.

Kisuke: uh.. I will.. try to figure something out...???

Kisuke to Yoruichi: I DID NOT GET INTO THIS LEVEL OF BULLSHIT WHEN WE WERE KIDS, DID I????

Yoruichi: your past life must have built up SUCH a karmic debt in terms of grey hairs u gave ur parents)

And while Kisuke is having his breakdown, Kaito is frowning at his phone and when Tessai asks, he just holds it up and is like "when did I get so many numbers saved in here??? This is so weird" and Tessai just pats him on the head like "u r making friends, good job"

Kaito has no idea what to do with THAT statement either

I'm restarting my save file for Pokémon Brilliant Diamond and was thinking of naming the protag after Kaito (it seems fitting for the game where you get the time space pokemon haha). Which got me thinking- Do you have any thoughts on what starter and pokemon Kaito would have? 🤔

Hahahahaha, very fitting, yes 💖

Hmmm, if we're talking about pokemon from Brilliant Diamond.. I think he'd either start with a Piplup or a Chimchar. Piplup because of the Pokedex description of being very proud and hard to bond with, and Chimchar because it's a fast fighting pokemon and that's sort of his whole thing.

As for a full team, let's see... I'm sticking to Brilliant Diamond pokemon to uh, ease my decisions a bit, and assuming end game final team. A team that I am assembling based on Vibes, not whether or not it is a balanced team capable of rolling up the final fights easily or not, so absolutely zero promises on viability looooool

Empoleon (first partner pokemon, chosen bc he sees himself in it)

Luxray (caught as Shinx, he needs a cute fluffy to pet)

Medicham (caught as Meditite because it saw him practicing jinzen and joined him)

Lucario (from Riley's gift, Riolu/Lucario are just friendshaped, fite me)

Rapidash (caught as Ponyta, sometimes u wanna go fast without doing all the work yourself)

Weavile (caught as Sneasel, companionship and seeing a bit of who he's become in it)

[artificial-condition]

Every day I grow more and more assured in my convictions that the Murderbot diaries needs to be an animated show

[whaliiwatching]

one in a million admirers…

based on ofc this prompt

[palmolli]

just finished the Four Swords Manga again and decided to draw the colors and shadow

surprise guests from Lorule, the Twilight realm and.. who the freak let that guy in?

[sallymew4]

no better way to kick an art rut in the ass other than a whiteboard with the friendie

[missxoier]

I finally watched the movie a few days ago and I loved it, it's very cuteee...somehow. I would like to stylized them and make content :b

[twilight-good-yall-dumb]

This is purely a theory, but I genuinely believe that Harry had HS4 ready and was going to release it in the fall (there were a ton of rumors around October), but put a halt on it because of losing Liam. Like, not only out of respect for his grief, but because I feel like his perspective probably massively shifted. I almost wonder if he's been reworking it and is waiting now to release it when it feels right and feels reflective of his current mindset. I just don't see Harry as the kind of artists to leave something as it is after gaining an entirely new perspective on it. I feel like it might be a while before he does actually decide to release it, and honestly, I'm perfectly fine with that. I want the moment to feel right and the album to feel true to him, and I'll wait years if that's what it takes :')

[disposal-blueeee]

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