#this was written at 2 am

[sakurasfallingstar]

ShiSaku Week: Day 7

Shisui is an idiot.

The biggest idiot I ever met.

Ever since Danzo had raged war against my shishō with root, nothing had been the same. My once peaceful home became a battle field. Children were constantly being left orphaned left and right from families crossfire, and parents would often be loosing their own children as well.

Bodies and kunai were often scattered left and right. Most of us had to stoop low and steal supplies from fallen comrades and enemies. We just had to survive.

My team are stationed I'm the front lines along with the majority of Konoha 11. We used to be 12, but we lost Neji a while back.

Turns out he'd do anything to ensure Hinata's survival.

Anyways, with so many people with kekkei genkai dying, Danzo would have his ninjas prioritize on steeling them. Be it from their their DNA to their eyes. The Uchiha's where especially targeted.

There was one time, Shisui held a dying 12 year old clan member in his arms. You could tell that the kid, was in pain from not just the fatal spinal wound, but from the fact that their eye sockets were empty. Shisui did his best to comfort and get information from the preteen.

'Who did this to you," he asked, gently.

" Danzo. Ambush. My team... dead," the child said.

That would be the last thing they ever said.

Shisui was never the same after that. He's always had a soft spot for kids, alway trying to lead fights away from civilian shelters or districts. When he worked with genius he'd often have them doing something away from the battle, like evacuation.

Now that a family member, who still had so much in life to experience, died in his arms: I could see that he activated his Mangekyō Sharingan.

I tried to reach out to him calm him down before he did something that would endanger not just himself but those who care for him. He ran off before I could do anything.

Now I'm here, running through the trees as fast as I could. I may not be the best sensor, but I am moderately good enough. It helps that I've worked closely with him, that I've grown familiar with his chakra.

It was easy to pinpoint at this point.

But by the time I had reached his location, his left eye had been bleeding, and was shut. Meanwhile, across the battle field was Danzo. Let's just say what lies under his bandages is no longer a secret.

Just as Danzo ran to deliver the finishing blow, likely wanting to get his hands on Shisui's right eye, I shunshined toward him. With my arms wrapping around his shoulders, I once more flicking away as far as I could. Once we were safe, I began the healing process of his eye.

"You do know what you just did was stupid, right," I informed him.

He said nothing in reply. I get he's probably feeling like shit right now, but he need to understand what his actions caused. What his actions cause me to feel in that time span.

"Shisui-,"

"I get it Sakura! I messed. I shouldn't have gone alone, but you don't get it. That was a family member, and tou saw what Danzo did with those eyes," he yelled, and honestly as much a I am sympathizing him, I am also slightly infuriated.

How dare he assume I don't know what it was like to loose someone I cared for deeply. Especially, since he knows what happened to my mother in the beginning of the war. Know how many patients I couldn't same after getting close to the.

My silence must of been enough for him to realize what he implied. I finished up healing the eye tissue, and covered it up as quickly as I could. I did not want to explode and say something that could ruin what ever our relationship is called.

"Sakura, I- I'm sorry I didn't mean for it to come out that way. I just," he said tailing off at the end, my was already to him at this point.

"Please, say something Sakura."

"You can be such a hero, you know that. You not only put yourself in danger, but you disregarded how it'd affect those around you.

How'd it affect me.

You could have died. You could have broken your promise you made me after my mom died. Do you know what that would have done to me," I informed him, finally turning back to look at him.

To hell with the fact that my eyes are tearing up. He needed to see what he caused me to feel.

Suddenly his arms where around me, in a tight hug. Wrapping my arms around his wait,I buried my face in the the crook of his neck.

"I am so sorry, Sakura. I promised I'd never leave you, and your right. I did almost break it, but it was thanks to you that I'm here. That danzo does not have my other eye,' he said, as he pulled away.

Hie gave me a smile, and placed two fingers against my forehead.

Maybe. Maybe I could not be angry with him right now. Perhaps, I should be happy that I can still hold him in my arms.

No matter how stupid he is, or how big of a jerk he is; he'll also be my stupid jerk that I love.

Plus, he'll be the one filling in Tsunade shishō on today's events. Not me.

@shisakuweek

[obsob]

oooooooooough i love you i love you i love you!!!! hand in loving hand !!!!!!

[dunmeshistash]

How do you feel about Milsiril? Like what do you think of her interactions between the canaries, her goals, her intentions and morality? I keep seeing people with mixed feelings about her, some saying she's just toxic or morally grey or doing bad but with good intentions or that she's just a mentally ill and literally so much more, also with the comic about Otta calling Milsiril love for her children/Kabru as just love for a pet, I always saw people take it at face value and say yes, Milsiril did love them more as pets instead of children, did she take up raising/adopting non-elf children because she felt like none of them could ridicule her like the elves did because they didn't know what an elf was supposed to be like (and also because they were children) or did she inherently view them as less? I mean the canaries and I'm pretty sure almost all of the cast in dungeon meshi have some sort perspective on different races especially because how they were taught about them, i just think it was interesting to finally see someone interpret it as Otta just misinterpreting Milsiril, I'm just really interested in her, i think shes neat, sorry for the rant!

Ooh, well to preface this, I hadn't really realized Milsiril was such a controversial character before my last post, I kinda live under a rock. She's really not a character I had given much thought besides what I wrote there before it, but I can do my best to express what I have thought since, with sources for it. I'm not sure what order to go thru so I'll just go by manga appearances and then extras, this will probably be quite a long post

This is the first time she shows up in the manga (ch55) Kabru is wondering about what future they might have if the elves take them into custody because of the ancient magic, he thinks about Milsiril as a get out of jail card, and mentions "There's a chance they would make us become permanent resident of the elven lands." with the image of Milsiril holding him. I don't think that means she would be the one to not let them leave, since this would probably be an legal issue, and the fact Milsiril lives away from other Elves. It does set up that Milsiril is quite overprotective tho, with Kabru's reaction to her teary hug. (rest is under a cut)

The next time she shows up is in ch61 right after Kabru falls down the dungeon along with Mithrun, he faints and has this flashback

She's being her overbearing self treating Kabru's small injury as if its something you need to be in bed for, hand feeding him like he's a toddler, and when he insists he wants to learn how to fight and be strong like her, she hugs him revealing to us for the first time her arm scars, she's cleary in distress too, so you wonder "what has happened to her?"

It continues in the next pages, as she tells him to stay there, where it's safe and there's cake, and describes the bad things he might encounter. Until he tells her he will go with or without her help

Honestly this is a Kabru we don't see often, this is the version of him that is usually in thought bubbles, he's blowing out in frustation over being smothered and demanding straight up what he wants, instead of trying to manipulate Milsiril, very blunt for him. Milsiril seems to flip a switch into battle mode, when she decides to train him for real.

I really thought this was funny, the visual of these cuddly toys and this Mom that was being so soft just a second ago completely flipping into something menacing is very amusing to me. She says "I'll give you an exhaustive, thorough training in how to use a sword... until you finally decide that you're ready to give up." although it sounds cruel, it seems she really trained him as best she could to make sure he would survive the dungeon. If he couldn't take the training with her there was no way he would be able to take on the dungeon, but he could, so much so that he managed to make her let him go. I can see this being seen as her trying to prevent him from going but to me it seems more like some tough love from a traumatized war veteran in this case.

The last thoughts he has is admitting his Mom was right, "Not only were there plenty of traps, monsters, and malice... but there were times when I felt so hungry and cold that I couldn't stand it."

And he concludes with "I never once thought that I wanted to go back there. That room where I could eat all the cake that I wanted..." While I can understand the interpretation that he means he would rather go thru all this than go back, perhaps cause he hated it there, I think it's rather a statement to how committed he is to defeating the dungeon, the visuals show him in rubble vs him in a soft big bed, the rough reality he fought to be able to face and the comfyness of what his life could be. Plus is mirroring exactly what Milsiril said to him. Admitting she was right about the bad things but that he won't give up for the safe easy life he had.

After that visuals of Milsiril are used while Kabru tries to sus out Mithrun but she shows up again in Mithrun's backstory.

Here she's straight up called Gloomy, which wasn't really the version of her we saw so far, gotta remember this is also how Mithrun saw her and that she was called gloomy as a way of bullying. Kabru mostly cuts off her part in the story until the end, when she's the one to find Mithrun after he was eaten by the demon

She doesn't really care much for Mithrun as we see in some extras, and she was ready to mercy kill him, but she is also the one to spare his life. This could be seen as her thinking he can still be of use, and it's how it sounds with how Kabru tells the story, but I do think this was also a merciful act, Mithrun was in rehabilitation for 20 years after being saved, by the time he was actually useful for anything Milsiril had already left the canaries and adopted Kabru.

Now for extras... About Mithrun/The Canaries, Milsiril was cleary someone that hated the people around her. This is her extra in the Adventurer's Bible

Milsiril seems to be the type that hates "popular kids" so to say, her description says she was bullied by other elves for being so introverted so I believe she holds a grudge against people like Mithrun that seem to have succeeded where she failed. But realizing he was a twisted person like her seemed to make her feel more sympathetic towards him, that's why I think she really did act with mercy when she saves Mithrun, he's now someone she sees as similar to her, she sees he also suffered like her

Her decription also mentions she left the canaries specifically because she was disgusted with how the Utaya situation was dealt with. Yet it seems like she came back to help Mithrun with his rehabilitation once she quits.

There's an interpretation to be made that she did this only to get "revenge" on the demon since she just saw the destruction of Utaya, and that she's using him. On the other hand maybe she wants to help him find a motivation to live, she's no longer a canary and she has time to actually help him now. I don't know which one is the truth but it's not obviously something self-serving if you ask me. Especially in the context that right before this scene Milsiril admits she wishes they could have talked before.

My interpretation of her relationship with the canaries and other elves is that she's someone depressed that was mistreat for her 'quirky' side, the dolls are clearly one of the ways she used to cope with anxiety/depression but it only caused her to be bullied by her own kin, she's the daughter of an important family and it's shown in other extras, including one about Mithrun, that nobles often send out the kids they don't want around to become canaries. It's an easy way to get rid of someone undesirable and I think it was the case for Milsiril. (Pattadol even assumes her parents love her less than her sisters for sending her to join the canaries).

No wonder than that now that she's finally free from the canaries she chose to seek her own happiness away from the society she felt she could never fit into, she clearly likes to take care of children too, I think it's mean to assume she only likes them because she feels superior to them when there's no indication that this is the case.

And I don't think it's a coincidence she's so overprotective of Kabru after Utaya, it's literally the tragedy that was the breaking point for her, and he's a surviving small child from that tragedy, Milsiril cares about Kabru and wanted him to have a comfortable safe life after everything he went thru...

This ended up getting way too long so I'll make second part tomorrow about the rest of the extras and Kabru, and some other things I've seen said about Milsiril, but to answer the questions...

I don't think she treats her children as pets, Otta is just salty she was called out for dating like Leo Dicaprio.

Every single dungeon meshi character can be called morally grey because they all have flaws that in our world can be considered unforgivable, but they don't live in our world. To me Milsiril is doing her best in the context she lives in.

Who even is neurotypical in dungeon meshi, Milsiril is yet another flavour of a neurodivergent traumatized character among so many.

I believe she thought of the other canaries, especially Mithrun, as the same type of people that were cruel to her, probably because some of them really were, but that she generalized it to the point she thinks of all of them as bad by default. You can only get hurt so many times before you assume everyone will hurt you.

Part 2

[bedazzlecunt]

i really do have to emphasize that like. horny tumblr is a fucking horrible place to learn about kink. at least half the people here have never had sex (or done kink without sex) beyond sexting on omegle, and even the ones who do have any experience with sex and and kink and IRL kink spaces (including myself!) are mostly engaging in fantasy and theatre and performance. that's fine! that's fun! there's nothing wrong with that. but i do worry so much about all the 18 yr olds i see on here who've never had sex, many of whom have never been in a relationship, and who are building ideas about kink and sex and health based on the most deranged fantasy-of-the-sort-you-literally-cannot-do-safely-irl tumblr posts. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE do not take any tumblr posts as actual kink education, including and sometimes especially the ones claiming to be actual kink education. there are actual books and groups and dungeons for that.

[itslilacokay]

this happens at the end of the influencer arc. im alan becker trust me/JJJJJ

seperate image vers/closeups?

[frieria]

Jimmy's hiding places in build and seek are genuinely psychological torture. Not because they are particularly hard, people don't spend a lot more time looking for him compared to the others, but because his builds are so empty.

At least when you can't find the others it's easy to explain. Their builds are so full of hiding places, of course it's going to take some time to find the specific one they're hiding in.

This is not something you can think in a Jimmy build. His build has so few places to hide that you can search them all pretty quickly.

But you still haven't found him. There are no obvious places to hide. You go over the whole build again. It takes a short amount of time. You still haven't found him.

Well it can't be that hard. This is a simple build. There's not a lot of places to hide. You have just missed a place. Just pay a bit more attention to your surroundings and you should find it easy enough.

Still you don't find him.

You search in the tall grass and on the bottom of the pool of water. You find another hidey hole but he's not there.

You don't find him.

Maybe one of the holes in the ground lead to a secret passage. You drop into every hole and get stuck in every one.

You don't find him.

His walls are one block wide he can't hide in there but there's nowhere else to hide. There is no way up on the roof. You search behind a trap door and get stuck.

You don't find him.

You drop into the holes again. There could be one you missed with a passage in it. Trying the same thing again will surely yield different results this time.

You don't find him.

He has to be here somewhere. You can hear his voice. It is taunting you. There is nowhere to hide.

There is still nowhere to hide. Perhaps he's not here. Perhaps he's not real. Perhaps none of this is real and this is just purgatory and you're forced to traverse the same small area over and over Sisyphys pushing his boulder

You find him.

He was hele the whole time. His hiding place was in plain view.

Six minutes has passed.

[pinksilvace]

Inspired by And Through You I Feel Respite Yet Rest Alludes Me Still by @pepsiiwho

[ikeasharksss]

hey im curious

feel free to rb & explain your answer in the tags!

[myokk]

She hears him calling her name as she flees down the spiral staircase, almost tripping over her feet in her rush to get away from him, but he catches up quickly, reaching out to grab her arm in an attempt to slow her down. She stops running immediately - she supposes her traitorous body wants to see what he has to say, or maybe it just wants to bask in his intoxicating proximity. He crowds her space, and she sees that unfamiliar look in his eyes again. So very different from the cold disdain she had seen the last time she had been this close to him, during the argument that had ended their friendship.

Oh, Merlin, he's getting closer to her, and she can now clearly see the freckles dusting his cheeks and nose and forehead and then before she knows it, his hand is sliding up her arm, leaving goosebumps everywhere he touches and then he's caressing her jaw with his rough thumb and he pauses. Her eyelids flutter closed as her head tilts towards him - she couldn't stop herself even if she wanted to (what does she want?). She can feel his warm breath ghosting over her lips and she has the improbable, ridiculous thought - how is he remembering to breathe? - before he speaks. His lips brush against hers with every soft word and a deep shiver runs through her body.

"I," she hears him say, his voice so, so low, "haven't been able to think since last week."

That's all she needs to hear, the brush of his bottom lip against hers all she needs to feel, to push her into closing what minuscule distance there is between them and then his lips are on hers and it's better than anything she's been imagining. His mouth is soft against hers, insistent, and her hands go up to grip the collar of his plaid jacket to make sure he doesn't go away or disappear on her.

from my oneshot💘

[chiropteracupola]

there's no rule saying you can't turn medieval kings into magical girls.

[sakurasfallingstar]

ShiSaku Week: Day 5

The fourth prince's face was always something he was self-conscious about. It didn't take a genius to figure that out, considering the mask that hid the left side.

A curse was all the people of the kingdom considered it. As for those I'm the palace, unfortunate event.

Now it is because of this mask, or more like what hid beneath it, that made the rain ritual hard to perform.

As soon as he stepped out of the litter transport, the people were not pleased to see him.

He did his best to perform the ritual, with the vase tucked under his arm and the branch held in the other having swisher. It ignored their whispers of displeasure. He just wanted to get this over with. To prove to the king and the crown prince that he could be relied on.

"The king has forsaken us! We suffer from a drought, and they send us this beast! Go back and bring us someone who will please the Gods," a man shouted from within the crowds, being sure to throw a tomato at him.

Then a woman joined in, yelling, "He's not even human. Rather, he is a monster only here to bring bad luck!"

That was only the beginning. One by one, everyone began to throw whatever they could at him. They made him small as to protect himself from the objects being thrown at him.

By the time the fourth prince arrived at the ritual ground, he was a mess and exhausted. His long, wavy hair was disheveled, and his white ceremonial yakuta was stained. Looking around, he looked at his father and mother's, staring down at him to his siblings, who all but one seemed concerned. But it was the pink hair servant, the one person who he'd come to care for in this lonely palace, who turned her head away from his for, did he feel hurt.

It was the sound of the vase dropping that brought the servant's attention back to him. She watched as he helplessly stumbled backward for a few steps before running into the palace.

The fourth prince was only able to find peace within the palaces study. It was there he felt the safest to let out his rage, as he remembers to people's words and treatment throughout the rituals walk through the village to the ritual grounds.

He felt that no matter how hard he tried, he'd never be able to win the affection of anybody. No matter how hard he tried. No matter how hard he changed.

Meanwhile with the pink hair servant girl. She worked hard and diligently to make sure that the fourth prince, Shisui, could perform the ritual rights the followingday.

"Come on, Sakura. It's time to put those licenses you got in the future to use," she muttered, as to began to mix powders and liquids to make a concealer for the fourth prince.

After many failed attempts, she was finally able to get the correct color and consistency she needed. Proud of her accomplishment, she allowed the biggest grin to spread across her face.

Carefully, she packed the products away for the next day. The day when her friend would have his second chance.

Suisui found himself once again in the study.  He sat at one of the tables, flipping through a book without really reading it. It was obvious that the previous day's events were still going through his mind.

'At least today, Sasuke will be the one to perform the ritual. He was the one mother had wanted to perform it to begin with,' he thought.

It was nearly time for the ritual, and honestly, Shisui did not want to anywhere near it. He had begun to take his leave when spring personified stopped him in his tracks.

"Fallow me," she said, and she dragged him  to a well lit area.

Shisui kept his eyes fixated on her as she pinned his bangs back and carefully took off his mask.

To think, months earlier, he had threatened to kill her for seeing his face in the royal bathing chamber.

The first thing she did was run her finger along the scared tissue. Before she could even reach the end of the scar, Shisui caught her wrist and removed her hand away from his face.

"You... it doesn't bother you to see such an ugly face? Do you feel sorry for me?," he questioned.

Ok, after everything they've gone through, this boy is really gonna test her. Nah bitch. She's done with his edgelord, self pity bullshit.

"How can I feel sorry for someone who's always uttering death threats to me," she said, exasperated while slightly rolling her eyes.

Shisui said nothing. He just continued to state into her emerald eyes. If you asked Sakura, she'd say that it was like he was searching for something. What that something was, she couldn't be too sure.

Taking a deep breath, she continued saying, "Whether you have a scar or not, no matter how people see you, the fact that you're a good person is more important to me."

Shisui didn't know what to think after hearing that. It was the first time someone other than his brothers Itachi or Izuna had acknowledged him as good. Someone who shines so bright and holds so much warth and love had directed some of it toward him.

In that one moment, his heart skipped a beat.

When he let go of Sakura's wrist, it allowed her to continue to trace his scar.

"In the end, it's only a single hand span. You're having a long, dark life because of this one hand span. Doesn't it seem a bit unfair, " she muttered before turning to gathering all the tools she needed.

"Can I trust you."

This sentence caused Sakura to stop in her tracks. She stayed silent, patiently waiting for him to continue what he needed to say.

"I've always wondered and doubted."

With a sigh, she figured she'd dump some of her baggage onto him.

"In the past, I always trusted people and was always betrayed by them. That's when I learned that it is difficult for someone to trust another. Therefore, I intend not to change.

If you trust me your highness, I won't change first. I promise," she reassured, with a smile.

Shisui couldn't help the small smile that graced his lips. In that moment, he decided that he'd fight to be worthy of being the object of her affection.

"Perhaps, if it's you," he paused for a moment before continuing,"I can put myself in your hands. Do whatever you want. As from now on, I'm yours."

He leaned forward slightly and closed his eyes. This was his way of showing he'd trust her. That he'd be willing to let his guard down. Something he'd never do had it been anyone else.

Lifting her makeup brush, Sakura quickly got to work.

Shisui sensed that she was close by her soft exhales on his face. But he didn't realize how close, until he opened his eyes. Their eyes locked, and they both couldn't help but shyly look away.

Just one bump is all it would take, and their lips would meet, is what Shisui thought. He didn't want to dwell on it for too long, so he closed his eyes once more to allow her to work without hesitancy.

Sakura got back into the zone, and she used the makeup brush and finger to evenly spread concealer. Then, taking a pad, she gathered some powder to set the concealer. After carefully dusting away the excess away, she carefully began to pat it around his scar.

Taking a slight step back, she admired her work. In a way, it was like the scar was never there to begin with. In order to see it, you had to be within kissing distance. Which, by the way, nobody's ever dared to be with him. Well, nobody except Sakura herself.

Grabing the mirror, she held it right in front of him so he'd see the results.

With a smile, she said, "You can open your eyes now."

He sat there, stating at his reflect.

To think this girl he had frown to care for has dared to not only show no fear around him but has touched his face. She has taken away his biggest insecurity, freeing him from the chain that held him back.

The drums began to beat, signaling the statt of the ritual. When she excitedly turned to hurry to her post, he grabbed her arm, turning her to face him. Shock was evident on Sakura's face as he held her in place. For a moment, she thought he was going to threaten her again. It was alway hard to tell what Shisui was thinking whenever they held each other's gaze.

"Do you remember," he began, with a small quirk of his lips, "I said this to you once. That you were mine. Even then, and now... even when you touched my face. I've decided I'll make you one of my people. So prepare yourself from this moment on. I won't ever let you go."

As he began to lean in, shisui took note of her stiffness. His smile got bigger as he pulled back and let her go.

With a final loving gaze, he left her there. Left her with the makeup still spread across the table, and the sun still shining through the windows.

This was not the outcome Sakura had been expecting. Especially, after Shisui said he'd make her one of his people.

Yes, it made her heart futter, but that was not important. She needed to get a grip. What mattered right now was the success of the rain ritual. The ritual that could free her from her servant hood if all went well.

Whatever Shisui had meant could wait until after the ritual.

@shisakuweek

[pepperpixel]

Initial drawings of that old man… I literally, I haven’t finished reading the book of bill yet!!! I had to stop and take a break for a week to feverishly draw fanart of myself petting fords floofy hair and giving him attention and shit…!!!! The urge was too great….!! I’ve literally. I had a crush on this guy the instant he was first REVEALED in the show, but I did not have the artistic prowess to draw good looking old men back then… but I do now… thank god… thank fucking god

[deserthusbands]

cody, quietly: i thought you were dead. we all thought you were dead. why didn't you tell us–

obi-wan, gently touching his arm: i couldn't, dear. it would have jeopardized everything. i wanted to, really..

cody: they didn't let us go to the funeral.

obi-wan: i'm sorry.. ni ceta, cody.

cody, under his breath: don’t leave me.

obi-wan: never.

[jayholdenworld]

I’m traveling right now, but I just had this idea in the middle of an airport and I need to post it somewhere.

AU where you have multiple threads linking you to the important people of your life but only some people can see them.

Oscar is one of the few exceptions who can see the threads, not only the ones connected to him, but also the connections others have.

But, unlike those who can see the threads with their beautiful bright colors, Oscar can see the ones from others full of color, but he only sees his links as gray ones until he develops a relationship with those who are linked to him.

He had learned that with Logan, they were really close and tried to be everything during his time together before Prema, but the link was pastel pink that showed them as friends. Platonic soulmates and nothing more. And Oscar was happy when he understood that so Logan could be with his future lover without fear of destroying Oscar.

The Australian was fine with his weird situation until he met Lando and felt something special with him, so he believed this was finally it. He was sad when he saw Lando and Carlos and noticed they share a red link, making them romantic soulmates.

Oh the heartbreak he felt.

But he played the part, he pretended he didn’t know about it and that it didn’t hurt to him. Even if Lando used him as his therapist and asked him if Carlos and him (Lando) would be fine. Even if he had to see them together and pretend it didn’t destroy his heart every time. Even if Carlos and him were pulling each other close, like magnets.

And that was the other weird thing, Carlos and Oscar. There was something weird around them, pulling them together in a way that not even Lando had experienced with either of them. No, they were always together. Always clashing and having to talk with the other after a bad race.

It was a weird situation. How the Australian was pulled to both men, but he couldn’t have either of them.

The young driver could pretend he didn’t know about one-sided romantic threads. About the way he knew Lando, Carlos, and him were not meant to be together but his heart still hurt due to the feelings he had for them.

He played the part perfectly.

So, please believe in Oscar when he says he has no idea how he ended up in Carlos' bed (again, after whatever happened in Miami) in Monaco. With a sleepy Lando between his arms and with Carlos trapping him on a hug.

The Australian was also trying to understand why he had two red threads linking him to the pair of lovers who were caging him.

Oh God. He needed to talk with Logan.

[khaotunq]

TYPECAST: First Kanaphan edition

[al-luviec]

zane + nya parallels