#his English father standing in the background like “do I have news for you”
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USA: I would never take a DNA test,
USA: Because what if I want to become a murderer in the future? Y'know gotta keep my options open and I'm not giving them a head start.
USA: Or even worse what if I turn out to be British.
#his English father standing in the background like “do I have news for you”#aph america#hws america#hetalia#hetalia incorrect quotes
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dad!matt or dad!chris fic
a day with daddy
dad!matt.sturniolo x fem.reader
summary: what do you want more from life when you can spend a whole day with your favorites girls?
author’s note: I really hope that you’ll like it! if you all want I can make a Chris’s version ♡
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English is not my first language, if you see grammar and typing mistakes, I apologize in advance! I just ask you not to be rude to me ♡
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The long-awaited moment had finally arrived: a day with dad
Matt has decided to dedicate a day every week to spend with his two daughters, whom he considers his little princesses. When he received the news of their birth from the gynecologist, he was so ecstatic that he jumped all over the room. He immediately shared the news with his brothers, Chris and Nick, and even shed a few tears of joy.
When they were born, he was so enchanted by their presence that he didn't leave them alone for a single moment. He wanted to be with them as much as possible, which led to the idea of dedicating a day to them so that you could rest.
In the morning, he woke up early to prepare breakfast for everyone.
After finishing his morning routine, the man heads to the twin room to wake up his daughters. He sits on the bed and admires them, still in disbelief that they are his own flesh and blood. Slowly, Lola, the older twin by 20 seconds, opens her eyes and sees her father in front of her. She jumps into his arms, screaming "Daddy!" loudly enough to wake up her little sister Daisy. Daisy then wakes up and greets her father with a cheerful "Good morning, Daddy!"
He held both in his arms and gave each of them a kiss on the cheek before enter into your room. As he whispered, "Mom is still sleeping, are we going to wake her?" in a joking manner, they immediately understood with a nod and stepped out of his arms, and then screamed as they ran towards your room.
''Mummy, wake up! It's morning!!" with one click, you take them both and start tickling them, their weak point, causing the room to fill with their laughter. In the meantime, you look up and notice Matt standing on the door frame with a broad smile on his face, all thirty-two teeth showing as he looks at you. "Okay, okay, we've bothered Mom enough, now everyone has to have breakfast" he says, attracting the attention of the girls who immediately follow him like a train.
After finishing, you change into comfortable clothes and settle down on the sofa to continue watching your favorite series, which you had paused for a couple of weeks while Matt was occupied with dressing the two young ones. Suddenly, all three of them appear in front of you dressed alike, thanks to Matt's idea. You couldn't resist taking a picture to capture the adorable moment.
The morning continued after greeting you. Despite the cold, the sun sprang up, allowing you to enjoy the day as they headed towards the park.
As they walked, Matt held the hands of the little ones firmly in his own. When they reached their destination, the children spotted their cousins near the slide and ran towards them. Meanwhile, Matt approached his brother Chris.
"Did they drag you out of bed?" asked Matt with a sarcastic smile, as Chris glared at him. "Yes... I wanted to sleep a bit more, but I would do anything for them" Chris replied, turning his head towards the direction of the people who woke him up.
It was lunchtime, so they decided to walk home and then drive to McDonald's, which was the girls' favorite place. After placing their order, they enjoyed their meal at a leisurely pace, and finished it off with some ice cream.
In the meantime, you finished watching a series with an unexpected ending. Not wanting to get bored, you decided to tidy up the house, so that you could later take a nice warm bath with music in the background.
This was something you needed, as you had neglected your mental health due to all the paperwork you had to do. Thanks to these days designed by Matt, you had the opportunity to recharge your energy.
Matt and his daughters were back in the car, with their favorite songs playing at full volume. Thanks to your musical recommendations, your daughters had become obsessed with your favorite singer. Even Matt, who was initially skeptical, began to appreciate the music so much that he started humming some of the refrains and tapping his fingers on the steering wheel.
Upon arriving home, the twins eagerly ran towards you, showering you with hugs. Meanwhile, Matt collapsed onto the sofa to rest for a moment. However, a couple of hours later, he was awakened by a delightful aroma wafting from the kitchen.
"Hey babe, why didn't you wake me up? You know you don't have to do anything" Matt says with a sleepy look as he approaches you to give you a kiss. "You seemed more tired than me" you laugh, "So I let you rest a little." you continue to stir the ladle in the pan and he asks "Where are the girls?" to which you reply, "They're in their room coloring."
Matt decided to take a quick shower before dinner so that he could freshen up. Dinner ended early because the girls were excited to see the new Disney movie.
The evening ended in the best way possible - the four of you huddled together in bed with smiles on your faces.
#matt sturniolo#sturniolo#sturniolo triplets#matt sturniolo x reader#sturniolo fanfic#sturniolo x reader#chris sturniolo#nick sturniolo#chris sturniolo x reader#nick sturniolo x reader
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Episode Summary: We are introduced to Joshua and his family during Sunday Dinner where everyone is helping in and around the kitchen.
Genre: Fluff
Masterlist for SVTTROS Series
a/n this one is really self indulgent (almost boarding delusion). I’ve always pictured Josh with a filo!s/o ever since I found out that some of his friends back in LA are filo. If you don’t relate to this one I understand, feel free to read some more general MCs in the other members episodes.
Italics: Narrators Boo Seungkwan (BS) and Lee Minhyuk (LM)
Bold: Staff
Regular: What family member says / what camera films during the show *____*: English
Listen To: Habang Buhay by Zack Tabudlo
LM: The Return of Superman Idol Edition
BS: Episode 3 “I Think I Love You ” Part 1. The window to window wall frames the first signs of snowfall in Seoul. Today we’re invited into a cute modern style apartment with an open kitchen concept and beautiful gray accented glass cabinets.
LM: There is a lot of music related decor in and around the house, from the signed guitars hung in a protective case on either side of the kitchen while the record player in the living room plays some acoustic music. Could today's superdad be a musician?
BS: They could also be a producer, there’s a bunch of microphones lying around the house.
LM: Two stools are leaned up against the kitchen island with little legs on the highest step. A pair of sturdy legs are standing between the two in what appears to be baggy jeans.
*“Bunso what is this?”* Min-ah asks. (Authors Note: Bunso means youngest in Tagalog).
“It’s pancake batter.” Si-ah, his youngest daughter leans closer over the deep bowl ensuring all the flour has been incorporated into the batter before gesturing to her father to pass the chocolate chips. Joshua carefully puts distance between his son, who is strapped in a frontward facing carrier against his chest, and the small bag of sweets.
*“Are we allowed to do this?”*
“Yeah, it’s a surprise for mommy.” Joshua reassured his middle child by patting her on the top of her head. For a second he notices some of the hairs in her ponytail loosen and quickly tries to flatten it out with his palm before looking back at his youngest. He kicked his legs in excitement at seeing the commotion going on between his older sisters.
“Are you sure?”
His youngest is quick to react, saying *“Unnie, do you always have this many questions?”*
The blunt answer forces a chuckle out of Joshua’s lips as the camera finally pans above to capture his head fully.
BS: I would recognize that laugh anywhere. Today's Superman is none other than a past guest of return of Superman and seventeen’s self proclaimed gentleman, Joshua Hong.
LM: Wow, fatherhood really suits him.
The sound of the front door opening captures everyone’s attention, the three state as Y/N arrives dressed in a simple suit with a briefcase in tow. For a moment the cameras fall onto the massive wedding photo above the couch of Joshua wearing a traditional Filipino suit called a Barong and Y/N wearing a traditional hanbok. The white background of the photo makes the duo appear more vividly in contrast with the gray crowning in the living room.
BS: This supermom looks as if she appeared at a meeting, it’s no surprise given that she is none other than the Co-CEO of Honey-Jade Hong Y/N.
*“Wow girls, everything looks so good.”* She compliments while wafting the air with her free hand. *“You can’t go wrong with breakfast for dinner.”* She makes her way towards the kitchen counter placing her bags against the space next to the fridge.
LM: Breakfast for dinner? That’s new
BS: it’s very common in some places in America to eat like this.
*“Did you guys have fun today?”* Kissing the top of their heads before gesturing towards her husband with her eyes.
Joshua is quick to reassure her with a quick “Yeah” before he is immediately cut off.
*“We were until you came home really early mom, we didn’t get to surprise you.”* A small pout forms on Min-ah’s face upset at the sudden change of plans.
*“That’s okay sweetheart, that just means I can spend time helping us prepare for dinner.”* Her mother stated in an attempt to redirect her emotions.
*“Yeah Unnie it’s okay, we get to cook together and spend more time as a family”*
Si-ah points to a gift bag on the counter. *“Mommy what’s this?”*
LM: I’ve been wanting to know that since she walked in.
BS: It’s quite small to be clothes
*“It’s a gift for the party tomorrow.”*
*“Is it for baby Jeong-woo?”*
*“That’s right. We're going to attend his 100 day celebration with Uncle Wonwoo and the rest of your Sebong uncles”*
BS: Ah that’s right. I wonder if we’ll see more of your uncles on todays episode Siah.
“Hi.”
I think you’re covering your mic Y/N. Can you bring it closer to your mouth.
“Oh my gosh.” She realizes her hair covered most of the black block and adjusting higher up on her shirt collar.
“It’s okay you got this” Joshua whispers in her ear putting his fists in the air in a cheer. The girls turn around in their chair and follow suit, cheering on their mother.
“Hello, I am Y/N. I’m Min-ah, Si-ah and In-soo’s mother. I’m sorry if you can’t understand my Korean, I’m trying really hard to become fluent.” She says while In-so sits in her lap playing with her hands.
Her oldest quietly speaks up to the camera “Hello I’m Min-ah, my English name is Mina.”
“And I’m Si-ah and my English name is Sandara. This is my younger brother In-soo, and his English name is Isaiah.” The second gets up from her seat to get at eye level with her brother. Her enthusiastic coos while holding the cheeks of her younger brother with her hands. The entire family begins to join the youngest as he giggles out.
How many languages does your family know?
“Our girls are fluent in English and Korean. They speak to us in both languages Joshua responds back in Korean and I respond back in English and more recently Tagalog.”
“Our son In-soo picks up English a little better than Korean just because I’ve been able to practice with him because of touring. I’m hoping through this show I’ll be able to accomplish that.”
“We’re not pushing them too much when it comes to picking up the languages I know, we’re learning it slowly throughout our daily lives.”
What was in the suitcase?
“It has pictures of my designs and models. My business partner and I have an upcoming spring fashion launch. I was just looking over the order to on paper to see if I need to make any changes.”
“After having met her through Jeonghan, the two of them immediately found a shared sense of interest in fashion, my wife focused more on the design aspects while Jeonghan’s wife focused on the modelling. Before we knew it they became best friends.”
Why do you call Si-ah the youngest when she’s the middle child?
“Because she’s the youngest girl. I can call Isaiah that too but it gets confusing. So because he is the youngest boy, I call him Balong.”
Is there anything you want to tell the return of the Superman audience?
“I’m so happy to return to this show no longer as a guest but as part of the core members in this coming year. I hope through our different trials and tribulations you continue to cheer us on and perhaps that Korea will learn to be more kind to people like my children and wife.”
#seventeen scenarios#seventeen#lamarkeu#lamarkeu asks#lamarkeu series#seventeen reactions#lamarkeu tros#tros x SVT#dad!seventeen#dad!svt
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Warmth
Pairing: König x f!Reader ( aka “Mini” MacTavish )
Summary: Valentines piece for our lovely König. Domestic moments.
Warning: M rated. Fluffs. smidgen hint of sexy time. mention of hospital related stuff.
English isn't my first language so forgive me for mistakes. Also you are responsible for your own media consumption. turn away now if its not for you.
A/N : Character of Mini MacTavish is from @saltofmercury fic “ “The Favorite MacTavish” ” which she graciously let me borrow and write bit more expanded universe. Please go read her wonderful story to get bit of background, while you are there, go read her wonderful CoD fics too!
“masterlist” for more prequel to this Mini MacTavish expanded verse.
You slowly waking up to the cold air stinging your face. Although it's already mid February, the chill is still there. Burrowing further into the duvet, you shuffle towards the other side of bed in search of some warmth from your husband, but you found his side of bed empty.
Letting out a sigh, you dragged yourself out of the bed. Putting a slipper and thick robe on, and head towards the living area.
As you walk along the corridor, you heard sounds coming out from the kitchen. Soft chatter and clanking sound of pots and pans. Standing by the door way you see two figures, your very tall husband and your two year old son Alex, even with the stool just barely reaches the counter top, with their back to the door, prepping food and conversing in German.
You smile at the scene. You can see the concentration on his face as your son mixing the batter with his miniature utensils which König insist on purchasing, " Got to start from young. I watch my Oma and Mama cook in the kitchen when I was his age." König quietly instructing his son while cutting up some fruits. It's hard to imaging such a intimidating figure on the battlefield can be so soft and gentle to a child. Your big teddy bear.
The cold air is getting to you, you let out a sneeze, sensing your presence, the two of them stopped what they were doing and turned around.
" Ma!" Alex put his mixing bowl down, clumsily climb down the stool and ran towards you for a hug.
" Madainn mhath my sweet little pie. What are you up to?" You picked him up and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
" Pa teach me pancake!" He giggled. " OH really?"
"Guten Morgen Liebling, why you up so early?" He asked as he pulls you into a hug and kissing you on the head.
" My furnace was gone." You pouted.
" Sorry but I didn't want to wake you up... you worked so late last night. Was going to surprise you with breakfast in bed. "
"Says the person that just got home from two month long mission."
" Come on. Go sit down, I am making your favourite."
"kaiserschmarrn?" you beamed. It's your favourite amongst all the sweets he makes since he brought it to you at the hospital visit after terrorist attack.
" What else?" He smiled.
You put your son down and make your way to the dining table. The little boy climbed back to the stool and continue to mix the batter. König proceed to make a cup of coffee for you with cream on top.
" Thanks love." Vienna style. Just the way you like it. Sipping on the coffee you close your eyes and relax.
You don't know how you got so lucky with your life, to have a husband that loves you unconditionally, a son although is a bit of a little rascal sometimes , he is a gentle boy just like his father. When you told him about the news of pregnancy, he was overjoyed, he immediately set to work on setting up the new nursery, hand making EVERYTHING from scratch. Including the cot, the toys, asking his mother and Oma to make quilts and clothes for their future great/grand kid). This man never cease to amaze you.
You brought back to the present by the sound of plate and cutlery placed in front of you. Inhaling the smell of the pancake you couldn't wait to dig in. You reach out your hand to pick a piece of the pancake,
" Ma! wait! Don't eat!"
König look at you with a smirk, you chuckled " Sorry bub, Ma will wait for you to sit down."
König put his son on to his chair with booster seat and sat down beside you. Leaning over for a kiss again he whispered,
" Happy Valentines day Liebling. NOW you can dig in."
Later that night, as you two lie in bed, you slowly traces your finger on his scars, from the older ones to the latest one. He came home from the latest mission few nights ago, and as you jump up to give him a big hug, König winced. It's only then you realise he has been injured again. flipping his shirt up ( as he chucked " Liebling wait until we get into bed..." ) You notice the gunshot wound he has received, very close to vital organs too. You burst out crying, it took König great deal of effort to console you, even waking up your son up with the noise.
" ... Everytime I look at these... I always think how close I am to lose you.." you burrow yourself into his chest, trying to be close to him as possible. With König, Johnny and Simon, three of your closest family member in military, everytime they say their goodbye to you, you feel it will be the last time you ever see them. You thought back to the time you nearly lost König with the Europe mission. Watching him lying there with all the machine connected to him, not moving, you were struck with fear. Even with your work in the emergency department you have seen your fair shares of injuries and death, but when it is one of your own, the love of your life... you shivered at the thought.
Cupping your face with both of his hand, he pull you up into a deep kiss. " I WILL always come back to you Liebling, and to Alex. I promise that." He whispered as he lean his forehead against yours.
"... You sure you don't want to retire from military and open a pastry shop?" You teased him a little with tears in your eyes. He laughed. Shaking his head, " Not anytime soon... I can't leave my brothers fighting alone on the field." You know that. Only thing you can do is hoping and praying to whatever is out there for them to come back safely every time you send them off.
"Just make sure you pass on all your family secret recipes to Alex before you go." You mumbled.
" Why do I have a feeling you married me for my baking."
" Well, that's the bonus part.. I marry you because you are my teddy bear," he blushed. " You are gentle... you make me feel safe... " hand gliding down towards his abs, tracing little circles there, you see his eyes going dark, " and a great love..." Not letting you finish he capture your lips once again, you smile into his mouth. It's going to be a long night, but you don't mind a bit.
#könig#könig cod#könig x reader#könig x you#könig x y/n#call of duty#konig x you#konig call of duty#konig x y/n#konig x reader
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Lost and Found- Chapter Twenty
Fandom: Extraction
Pairing: Tyler Rake and Esme Drummond (OFC. But you do not have to read the others in the series to understand this fic.)
Warnings: some profanity.
*Includes Extraction 2 canon mentions
Tagging: @youflickedtooharddamnit @munstysmind @tragiclyhip @secretaryunpaid @theesirenteller @asirensrage @residentdormouse @ninjasawakenedmystar @ocappreciationtag @arrthurpendragon @occommunity @thebejeweledwatercat @kmc1989 @karimac @themaradwrites @alisbackalleybbq
Link to Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43179357/chapters/127894162
My tag list is open!! Please just let me know if you'd like to be added :)
Chapter Summary: Tyler Rake, John Wick, and Alcott walk into a bar...
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They make quite the threesome in The Continental lounge. Wick with his American drawl, infamous slicked-back hair, and all-black attire, Alcott with his crisp English accent, neatly tailored pants, and cashmere sweater, and Tyler in his ‘casual best’. A simple black Henley shirt and well-worn and faded, olive green cargo pants he’s had for years; tattered around the cuffs and sporting holes in the side pockets.
Three entirely different yet somehow similar men; a combination of unique backgrounds yet familiar circumstances. Their lives filled with loss and heartbreak, and their hands drenched in the blood of many.
And their bank accounts much fuller because of it.
“Now explain this to me again,” Alcott implores from his middle seat at the bar, nursing the remains of his drink. “Like I’m a three-year-old. Because the information is just not getting through. You’re not telling her WHY?”
Sighing, Tyler takes a sip of water. “It’s not that we’re NEVER going to tell her. It’s just that we’re waiting.”
“Waiting for what? Hell to freeze over? Pigs to fly? Just what are you waiting for?”
“For the right time.”
“And just what constitutes the ‘right time’? The child’s existed for nearly five years. She’s been asking about her father for almost a full two of those. If you ask me, there’s no time like the present. She already admitted to loving you. What more do you need?”
“It doesn’t matter if she already loves me or not. Esme and I agreed; that we'd hold off on saying anything.”
“But why? If the little one is already this attached to you and you…by my brief albeit brilliant observation… are already attached to her…”
“She’s been through enough. I mean, it’s been a hell of a four days for US and we’re grown-ass adults. She’s not even five. A baby still.”
“Baby or not, she’s resilient as hell and stronger than either of you are giving her credit for. You don’t think it would be a welcome surprise? In the midst of all the bullshit? Don’t you think it wouldn’t give her something to smile about? To learn you’re her dad?”
“It doesn’t matter what I think.”
“It matters a hell of a lot. It’s your damn swimmers that helped make the child. You’ve got more of a say in this than you realize. Don’t be a pussy, Rake. I know you love the woman, but stand up for yourself. Tell her to shit or get off the pot.”
Smirking, Tyler sips at his water. “You saying something bad about Esme? Of all people?
“I’m not saying anything bad about her. I’m simply saying she’s being foolish. That this is all just a bunch of horseshit. There’s no reason to keep it from her. It’s not like it’s horrible news. For either of you.”
“You gonna say all that to Esme’s face? Tell her she’s making a mistake? Being foolish?”
“No. And you’re not going to tell her I said it, either. I’d prefer to keep my balls exactly where they are, thank you very much. And you…” He nudges Wick with his elbow. “...does any of this make sense to you?”
In response, Wick bobs his head from side to side, then shrugs his shoulders.
“What the hell is that…” Alcott mimics the gesture. “... supposed to mean?”
“It means I don’t have a horse in this race. I’m just here to listen. To support. Not throw my two cents in.”
“How very diplomatic of you. I hope you’re not going to be like this when we get out onto the street. All passive and shit. I can barely carry my own weight most days, I don’t need to be carrying yours as well.”
“Job me and ‘real life me’ are two totally different people.”
“You must have an opinion. One way or another. Does it make sense to you, or is it just the stupidest damn thing you’ve ever heard of?”
“My opinion means nothing. I’m not taking sides in this. I’m not a father. I don’t have kids.”
“What does that matter?”
“It matters a lot. It means I don’t have a leg to stand on when it comes to telling other people what to do with their children.”
“I don’t have any either…”
“That you know of,” Tyler mutters.
“...but I know when something is purely idiotic. And this is about as idiotic as it gets. Tell us. Come on. How do you feel about all this? What do you THINK about it?”
“I think…” Wick downs his bourbon and then waves the empty glass at the bartender. “...I need another drink.”
“You alright, mate? Do you need to talk about it? Whatever you’ve got going on? ‘Cause there’s a couch over there…” Alcott nods in the direction of the lounge. “...and you can lie on it and I’ll sit next to you and you can talk to me like I’m a therapist. Gonna cost you, though. One sixty-five an hour.”
“And would that be in US dollars or pounds?”
Sighing in exasperation, Alcott turns back to Tyler. “You realize this is a stupid idea, yeah? Keeping it from her? That little girl is smarter than any of you are giving her credit for. And she’s been wanting a dad in her life since she’s practically been old enough to talk. I know you think you’re protecting her, but…”
“That’s exactly what we’re trying to do. Protect her. She’s been through enough. More than any kid should have to go through. So we’re just giving her a little bit of a break and…”
“Hearing that you’re her father IS the break. That bit of good news in the midst of all the bullshit. Don’t you think it’ll lift her spirits? Especially after what happened this morning? That incident scared her to bits; she needs some kind of assurance that her entire world isn’t going straight to hell. That she’s safe and secure and no one else is going to hurt her.”
“And I can give her all of that. I can keep her safe. I can stop anyone from getting to her. She doesn’t need to know I’m her dad for all of that to happen.”
Wick speaks up. “If I may be so bold…”
“Oh, now you have something to say,” Alcott chides. “After you get a fourth one into ya. Need the booze to loosen your lips and tongue, do you mate?”
Tyler nods, signifying for him to go ahead.
“I can’t believe I’m going to say anything because I’m trying not to put myself right in the middle of your personal life. But…”
Tyler scowls. “Mate, you’ve been in it for years. Since you kept Esme’s whereabouts a secret. And then didn’t bother telling me about my kid. You have been knee-deep in my personal life for a while.”
“I did what was asked of me,” Wick defends himself. “Esme’s my friend. She needed my help. I gave it to her. And I wasn’t going to betray her confidence. For anyone. And I’m sorry; if that puts me on your shit list permanently. But I did what I had to do.”
“It wasn’t up to any of us to tell you where she was or that you had a kid,” Alcott adds. “None of that was ours to tell. She asked for our help, we gave it. It wasn’t anything personal against you. Although I still think she could have done a hell of a lot better than a two brain cell having, knuckle-dragging, nappy-headed bastard from Queensland.”
“I think it would do Millie a world of good to hear that you’re her dad,” Wick continues. “She needs something to hold onto, some kind of bright spot in all of this. She’s a little kid, and little kids need to know that everything is going to be okay. Hell, even us adults need to know that from time to time. She’s been asking about her dad for a while; who he is, where he is, why hasn’t she met him? And she doesn’t just get on her mom about it. She’s asked me. More than once.”
“She’s asked me several times,” Alcott admits. “She even once asked if I was her dad. I said to look at me and look at herself in the mirror. That alone should tell her I’m not the one that put the bun in her mother’s oven.”
“I just think that this is something that could undo some of the damage done this morning,” Wick says. “We all see how much she adores you. And vice versa. If she’s already head over heels and doesn’t know, imagine how she’ll be when she finds out. And I just can’t help but believe it’s better if you do it sooner than later.”
“Listen to him,” Alcott addresses Tyler. “That’s a man that knows what he’s talking about.”
“Ten minutes ago, you were worried he was going to get you killed out on the street. Now you’re kissing his ass?”
“We’re on the same page. Both of us feel it’s best for Millie if…”
“What do you either of you know what’s best for Millie? For MY daughter? She doesn’t belong to either of you.”
“Maybe not, but we’ve known her longer,” Alcott points out. “As much as I’m sure that hurts to hear.”
“Not my most favourite thing to think about, no.”
“The truth is, we’ve been in her life from the start,” Wick says. “When she was still inside her mother’s belly. Both of us have changed her diapers, fed her bottles, read her bedtime stories, tucked her in…”
“She’s puked on me more times than I care to remember,” Alcott adds. “And believe me, her mother will eventually get my cleaning bill.”
“Why would you think I want to hear this? You’re not making things any better, mate. I’m already pissed off enough. Bringing things like THAT up? Are you trying to get her ass handed to you or…”
“No one is trying to rub salt in the wound,” Alcott assures him. “But the fact of the matter is that we do know Millie better than you do. For now, anyway. I mean, I let her call me Uncle Duey, for fuck sake.”
Wick swigs his bourbon. “I’m Uncle John-John. Killer by night, Uncle John-John by day. My, how the mighty have fallen.”
“She’s a damn good kid,” Alcott continues. “Her mother has done an amazing job with her. And you should consider yourself lucky; you didn’t manage to knock up someone who would have gotten rid of your spawn the second they found out about it. This isn’t exactly the life we strive to bring kids into, is it? Give them dads who kill people for money?”
Tyler frowns; brow furrowed as he drums his fingertips against his glass. “That’s not all we do.”
“Aww mate…” Alcott chuckles and slaps a hand down onto his shoulder. “...don’t sugar coat it. Don’t romanticize it. That’s EXACTLY what we do. And one day, that little girl is going to grow up and she’s going to find out what her daddy really does for a living and…”
“What I DID for a living,” Tyler corrects him. “Past tense. By the time she’s old enough to understand it, I’ll have been out of the game for a few years.”
Alcott waves down the bartender. “The fact of the matter is that she WILL find out. Right now, you’re just the cool friend of her mother’s who can kick ass and take names. That’s how she sees it; you’re big and you’re strong and you’re here to keep her safe from the bad guys. But once she’s older…”
“I just think it’s better if she knows about you being about her dad before THAT happens,” Wick pipes up. “That’s my opinion. Take it with a grain of salt. But…”
“You must want her to know,” Alcott says. “That you’re her father. How could you NOT want her to know?”
“Of course I want her to know. You think I like this fucking game we’re playing with her? You think it doesn’t burn my ass every time she calls me by my first name? Or ‘this is my mum’s boyfriend. Do you really think it doesn’t bother me?”
“I think you’ve got a lot of anger stored up,” Wick says. “And I think the more you lie to Millie, the worse that anger is going to get and then you’re going to snap one day and say some shit you’ll regret. And then both her and her mother will be out of there.”
Grinning, Alcott nudges Wick with his elbow. “Now who’s the therapist?”
“I have my moments.”
Alcott addresses Tyler once more. “Isn’t five years enough? Wasn’t that enough time apart? Do you really want to let this shit fester and a year or two down the road, let it completely ruin things? For good?”
“That’s the last thing I want.”
“If Millie is anything like her mother…” The Brit tosses a wad of cash down on the bar when one of the tenders sets down a tray of shots. “...which we already know she is, she is going to be the type to hold one hell of a grudge when she’s older. So you can imagine what that’ll be like? If you keep up this bullshit? The more time that drags on, the more she’s going to resent both of you for not telling her the truth sooner. And the next thing you know, you gotta teenager who can’t stand being in the same room as you and would sooner spit in your face than look at you.”
Wick side-eyes him, then helps himself to a shot. “Are you SURE you don’t have kids?
“I don’t have kids. But I do have brothers and sisters. And I know how lies…even told with the best of intentions…can tear a family apart. Why would he want that to happen when he just got his family together?”
“HE is sitting right beside you,” Tyler reminds him. “HE can hear you.”
“Mate, in the long run, it’s your life. And from what I understand, that life has been quite shit the past few years. Now, you’ve managed to get her back; the woman that you love more than anything in this world. The person you’d gladly give up your own life for. Do you really want to hold onto this shit you’ve got bottled up and risk losing her? AGAIN?”
“It wasn’t my fault. I wasn’t the reason Esme left.”
“You were and you weren’t. You didn’t do anything wrong. We all know that. But she did leave BECAUSE of you. To protect you. And I’m not going to judge that decision and we’re not going to debate whether she was right or wrong. And I’m certainly not going to pretend I understand anything about the situation she was put in…”
“But…”
“Enough lies have been told. Enough secrets have been kept. I think it’s high time that all of that shit stops. For you, for her, for Millie. For all of you as a family. You’re that little girl’s father. Whether you’re ready to be it or not.”
“I was ready to be ‘it’ the second I saw her and knew she was mine.”
“Then do your first good thing as a dad, and don’t lie to her. No more than you already have. She’s smart and she’s resilient and doesn’t have a hateful bone in her body. Not yet. But the older she gets…”
“What we’re trying to say is that you’re going to just fuck things up more,” Wick says. “Or at least that’s what I’M trying to say. I don’t know what the fuck he’s talking about half the time.”
“I was ready to tell Millie the first day. That I was her dad. But it’s not my decision to make. It’s not…”
“Not alone, it isn’t,” Alcott downs his shot and the winces at the immediate burn. “But it’s half yours. Now I know it’s been a while since I’ve indulged in any extracurricular activities of the sort, but I’m pretty sure it takes two people to make a baby. Unless times and technology have changed since the last time I…”
Wick frowns. “Jesus, how long has it been?”
“Way too long, mate. Way too damn long.”
“But aren’t you…you know…with his ex-wife?”
“On and off. And without giving too much away and completely disrespecting her, I’m sure the big-headed, big-eared Australian and I can agree on the fact that she isn’t the most…what’s the word… affectionate…of people.”
“It’s like fucking a couch,” Tyler grumbles as he slides off his bar stool, then pulls his wallet out of the back pocket of his jeans. “Three or four times every six months.”
Alcott smirks. “Now THAT’S not nice. It’s true, but it’s NOT nice. At all.”
Wick nods in the Australian’s direction. “Where are you going?”
Tyler tosses a handful of bills down onto the top of the bar. “I’m not going to name names, but unlike certain individuals, I have a woman to get back to.”
“That’s right,” Alcott scoffs. “Just rub it in, you prick.”
“I’ll be rubbing it in while you’re rubbing it out.”
“You know, it’s moments like these where I don’t like you very much. Are you the one still holding a grudge? Because I drank all your milk?”
“You’re just damn lucky I hit that coffee cup. ‘Cause the meds had me pretty shaky that day. Be glad you still have your hand. Is that your favourite one? The one gets the most use?”
“I really do hate you sometimes, you know that, yeah?”
“You’d miss me, though. If I wasn’t around anymore.”
“In your wildest and wettest.”
“Last thing I want to do is sit around here, watching you two get shit-faced. Not when I’ve got a warm body waiting for me.”
“I don’t know what she sees in you. You’re certainly not the best catch on the planet. Not even close to it. She can definitely do better.”
“It’s okay to be jealous, mate.” He clamps both hands down on Alcott’s shoulders.. “ Especially when you’re not even on her short OR long list.”
“Now that’s just rude. Those are just fighting words. Give her a kiss, would ya? From both of us.”
“Don’t bring me into this,” Wick grumbles. “I prefer all my limbs attached to my body.”
“Get your beauty sleep, Australian,” Alcott calls to him as he heads through the room. “Good knows you need about ten years of it to look good even in your mother’s eyes.”
Tyler smirks. “That’s okay. Your mother thinks I’m perfect just the way I am.”
“You fucking asshole. You regular fucking muppet. I oughta come over there and rearrange your ugly face.”
Chuckling, Tyler steps out of the bar. “I’d like to see you try.”
******
He’s rougher than he needs to be. Using his considerable size and strength difference to punish her; able to convincingly hide the hurt, anger and bitterness under layers of voracious want and need. And she willingly takes everything he dishes out; her body eagerly responding to the tight grip around her throat, the yanking of her hair, and the brutally hard thrusts that have her crying out in a mixture of pleasure and pain.
It had always been her favourite; that tiny body able to withstand enormous amounts of torment in the name of sexual gratification. Something he’d both discovered and marvelled at five years ago; amazed at not only the things she allowed him to do but so openly -and boldly- requested of him. And it remains all this time later, despite their absence from each other’s lives; the awe and the adoration and that powerful, all-consuming mixture of lust and love that nothing -or no one- else could ever come close to measuring up to.
The self-loathing makes a quick appearance; feeling the utmost disgust in himself as he lays in bed beside her. Listening to her soft rhythmic breathing as she sleeps soundly; her back presented to him, yet her head resting in the crook of his elbow, those long, dark tresses fanned out across his arm and the sheets below. He hates himself; for both manhandling her and continuing to harbour such resentment. And while it will be ever strong enough to undo the love and the adoration and pure, unadulterated worship that he’s carried for years, it is enough to slightly tarnish them. To make him feel sick to his stomach and despise himself for ever thinking such negative and hateful ways towards her.
Sighing heavily, he drapes a forearm across his brow and takes in slow, deep breaths; a somewhat successful attempt to chase away the ugliness that festers inside his brain. His own body bearing the effects of just how rough and unhinged things had been between them just two short hours before; deep and painful fingernail trails that crisscross his back and his ribs, bite marks that decorate his collarbone, shoulders, and even the inside of his thighs, a tingling scalp where having his hair twisted and yanked. Incredibly enjoyable at the time; her enthusiasm and her ability to ‘dish it out’ encouraging his intensity even more. But now he feels like shit; the conversations in the bar replaying in his head and his anger -towards both her and the situation that had seen her make the decisions she had- simmering just below the surface.
He’s teetering on the edge of sleep when he feels her stir; the slight shifting of the mattress under her tiny body, the absence of the weight of her head upon his arm as she changes positions. Rolling over under her side and sliding closer to him; a hand coming to rest on his stomach as she nuzzles his ear with the tip of her before pressing a lingering kiss to his cheek.
“Why are you awake?”
He lays a palm on the back of her head; fingertips pushing through her hair to lightly and affectionately knead at her scalp. “I was just going to ask you the same thing.”
“I had the weirdest yet mostly satisfying dream. About taking you and Millie to Colorado to meet the fam. My mom picked us up at the airport, called you Crocodile Dundee and insulted your haircut.”
“That’s oddly specific. What happened next?”
“You gave her very detailed instructions on how to fuck off and stay fucked off. I didn’t get right to the end, but I like to think you wrapped things up by slapping the shit out of her.”
“I don’t hit women.”
“Never? Ever? You’ve never hit a woman?”
“What kind of asshole do you think I am?”
“I don’t mean in your personal life. I know you’re not the type. I mean on the job. You’ve never had to resort to it?”
“Just once.”
“Was she a mark or…?”
“Another merc. Working FOR the mark. We got into it. Blood was shed. Only one of us walked away.”
“Well, I obviously don’t need to ask WHO.”
“Yaz got his ass handed to him by one. In Vienna. She absolutely wrecked him. And he’s tough; for such a small guy. But believe me; he couldn’t walk or piss right for a month afterwards.”
“You like to keep up with your friends’ urinating habits, do you?”
“Anyone ever tell you? That you’re a smart ass?”
“You used to tell me ALL the time. Makes me happy to hear it again; means we're getting back to the basics. The good ol’ days. And as for your future monster in law…”
He arches a brow.
“You wouldn’t even backhand her in dreamland? The Wicked Witch of the Midwest? The one who said you kidnapped her only girl and…I quote…’kept her captive in your den of blood and danger and kinky sex’?”
“I mean, she WAS right. About the sex thing.”
“She also called you Ty.”
“Now THAT’S a fighting word. Because of that? I suppose I could make an exception. Knock her out.”
“And here I was, thinking the selling point would be the decades spent making my life a living hell. I thought for sure you’d want to defend my honour. Seriously though…” She lightly runs her fingernails across his stomach. “....why ARE you awake?”
“It’s two thirty in the morning. Why are YOU so chatty?”
“It’s a gift. Answer my question.”
“I’ve always had trouble sleeping. Even back in Dhaka. And especially when we were living together. Come to think of it, I’m starting to see a pattern. The one thing all these places have in common.”
“Maybe it’s better you don’t sleep. Because I might kill you. Smother you with your pillow.”
Chuckling, he wraps an arm around her and pulls her tightly into his side. Lips meeting her brow before resting his chin on the top of her head. “Just got a lot on my mind.”
“When it comes to the job?”
“Are we even calling it that anymore?”
“I mean, you WERE hired. You did show up. And you ARE doing what I employed you for.”
“But? I sense a ‘but’ coming on.”
“Well, there’s nothing really ‘normal’ about it. And Millie and I are definitely not ‘normal’ customers.”
“Everything about this is as far from normal as you can get. It’s personal. Way too close to home. I’m never THIS attached to who I’m looking out for.”
“You looked out for Mia’s sister and her kids. That’s pretty personal.”
“She was my ex-sister-in-law. And it was a job out of pure fucking guilt. Because I felt I owed it to Mia. After everything I had done to hurt her, I figured it was the least I could do.”
“What if you’d died doing it? Was giving up your life the ‘least’ of it, or…”
“At that time? Without you around? I didn’t give a fuck if I was alive or dead. So it wouldn’t have mattered much.”
“It would have mattered to me; if Nik or Yaz or even Alcott got a hold of me and said something happened to you. I wouldn’t have been able to handle that. The fact that I never got to say I was sorry or tell you that I still loved you or to bring Millie to you. So for what it’s worth, I’m glad that never happened. Because I may not have been in the picture, but I would have missed you for the rest of my life.”
Emotion chokes at him, and he places a hand on her hip and gives a tight, affectionate squeeze.
“I was going to come and see you. In Austria. At the prison.”
“Alcott told you I was there?”
Esme nods.
“Why didn’t you show up?”
“I don’t know,” she admits. “I guess I was scared. About how you’d react. It had been almost three years since I’d just disappeared. And you would have had every right to be pissed off enough to have me thrown out of there.”
“I was never THAT pissed off.”
“I also didn’t want it to happen there; the first time we saw each other again. Not exactly the ideal place for a reunion. I don’t think you would have wanted to find out about Millie while you were locked up. Me showing up would have been enough of a shock, never mind THAT.”
“It would have been a hell of a surprise. But I wouldn’t have been pissed off. I would have been relieved more than anything; to see that you were okay and to know that you even gave a shit what was going on with me.”
“I never stopped ‘giving a shit’ about you, Tyler. I worried about you all the time; practically every second of every day. But had I shown up there…”
“You could have been convinced to be a repeat visitor. I could have talked my way into conjugal visits.”
“I probably would have gone along with it. I bet you looked hot in that orange jumpsuit.”
“There is something seriously wrong with you.”
He remains quiet for several minutes, knuckles repeatedly grazing up and down and her spine, her nose pressed against the side of his neck.
“I wrote to you,” she confesses. “Every week for about a year.”
He frowns. “I never got anything.”
“I never sent any of the letters. I just sat down and poured my heart out and then got cold feet about mailing them. So I just put them in a box and tucked them away. They’re actually still in the back of my closet.”
“You kept them all this time?”
“Everything I wish I’d said and everything I should have done differently is in those letters. Even every apology I wish I’d made. There was always unfinished business. An open chapter. And if I got rid of the letters, it meant I was also getting rid of you. And I know I left, and it seemed like I didn’t want you anymore, but I wasn’t ready for it…for US…to be done. I don’t think I ever would have been.”
“Come here,” he beckons and wraps her in both of his arms; enjoying the scent that clings to skin and hair and the warmth that radiates from her naked body.
God, he’d missed it. He’d missed HER. The touch of her hands and the taste of her kiss. The sound of her voice and her laugh. And that smile that’s reserved solely for him; curving her lips and further softening her features and causing her eyes to sparkle and dance. And for several minutes, they lay in silence; the tension and the sadness eased by the familiar weight of her head upon his chest as a large, callused palm continuously strokes her hair.
“Maybe one day you’ll let me read them. You might have chickened out sending them when you wrote them, but…”
“Whenever you’re ready to see them, they’ll be there. And I think it might be good for both of us; if you look at them. Kinda like shutting the door on that part of our lives. Permanently.”
“I don’t think I’m ready right now. I don’t think I’m quite there yet.”
“Take your time. They’re not going anywhere. There’s no rush. I know there’s a lot going on right now; I’ve dumped enough on you in the past four days to last a lifetime. And I never intended to. I never…”
“You haven’t ‘dumped’ anything on me. Using that word makes it something there’s been nothing good. And believe me, Millie is worth more than any of the bad shit. I’d take a bullet to the neck a thousand times over if it meant she’d exist.”
“I just wish things had been different. When it comes to how I handled things. I had the best of intentions. I REALLY did. I panicked; I knew you wouldn’t stand a chance against The High Table, and I had to protect you. If anything had happened to you…”
“I can wrap my head around THAT. What I can’t get past is afterwards. When things went back to normal and they weren’t a threat anymore. That’s what I’m having a hard time getting past.”
“I already explained. I already…”
“I don’t want to be angry.”
“At me?”
He nods.
“You have every right to be, Tyler. I did a horrible thing to you. More than one, actually. And I can justify leaving; I feel I did the right thing when it came to protecting you. But staying under the radar for years and not telling you about Millie…”
“It’s the entire situation I want to be angry at. That I NEED to be angry at. If The High Table never showed up, everything else wouldn’t have happened. You didn’t know they were going to come for you. You thought you were in the free and clear and done with them. And when they came looking for you, you weren’t given much of a choice. It’s them I should be pissed with. Not you.”
“But…”
Firmly gripping the back of her head, he presses a kiss to her temple and then begins to uncoil her from his embrace; hating the absence of contact when he sits up against and leans against the headboard. One leg bent at the knee, he sighs heavily and rakes a hand through his hair and then runs both palms over his weary face.
“Do you think we can actually TALK about this? Without hurting feelings?”
Gathering the quilt around her naked body, Esme sits up as well. “I think feelings are already hurt, don’t you?”
“Without hurting them even more, then? Because I don’t want to fight, Esme. That’s the last thing I want. There’s enough bullshit going on without adding that to the list.”
“I don’t want that either. And I don’t want to fight about this, especially. But if talking is what you want to do…”
“Like rational, reasonable adults.”
She nods in agreement.
“First thing’s first. I need to ask you something. And you gotta promise me it won’t piss you off.”
“How bad is what you’re going to ask that you need a promise like that?”
“It’s not that it’s bad. It’s just…I don’t know…you might think I’m stupid for even thinking about it, let alone asking.”
“And you accuse me of being that one that talks in riddles? What…?”
“Did you and Alcott have something going?”
She can’t help but laugh. “What?”
“Did you ever have anything going with him? Relationship wise?”
“No. No. Omg, no. Never.”
“I mean, a relationship of ANY kind. Maybe you never boyfriend and girlfriend thing, but…”
“There’s no ‘but’. There has NEVER been anything between us other than friendship.”
“Did he ever want there to be?”
“Not that he’s ever told me. Or acted on. Colleagues and buddies, that’s it.”
“What about you? Anything YOU wanted? Or acted on? Or…”
“Tyler, men and women ARE capable of being just friends.”
“You and I weren’t.”
“You and I are in an entirely different league. We always have been. From pretty much the second we met. You never denied it; feeling ‘something’ right away.”
“Lust. It’s called lust. You know how there’s ‘love at first sight’? Well, that was lust at first sight.”
“Yeah, there was a lot of lust. But it was more than that and you know it.”
“Did you feel anything like that for him or…?”
“I have never felt anything for Russell. Other than platonic love. And maybe wanting to smack the shit out of him from time to time.”
Tyler smirks. “Russell. That’s kinda personal, don’t you think?”
“It’s his first name. What else am I supposed to call him?”
“Everyone calls him Alcott. EVERYONE.”
“Probably because they don’t know his actual name IS Russell. I like to call people by their first names. Especially my friends. You’ve always been a little uptight about these kinds of things; you’ve always hated the idea of anyone else being in my life. You don’t even like the fact I was married before we met.”
“What I hate is WHO you were married to. And the shit he did. That’s what I hate.”
“Admit it, you can’t handle the thought of me with anyone else. I bet you stressed about it constantly during the last five years.”
“No.”
She stares at him pointedly.
“Sometimes.”
“I have a history. I have exes. So do you. You were married before me. You don’t see me obsessing over it. I mean, I don’t particularly like the idea of hearing about your slutty bachelor days, but I realize back then you had commitment issues. You’re a red-blooded male with needs and…”
“And you’re a red-blooded female. With needs.”
“Needs I was more than happy to tend to on my own. You’re the type that prefers having a participant with those things. Me…”
“I am more than capable of handling things on my own. Figuratively AND literally…”
“...I don’t need sex. I have gone YEARS without it. I’m capable of surviving without it.”
“That makes me feel great. Thanks for that.”
“If it’s already not glaringly obvious, I enjoy sex with you. I love having it with you. I could have sex with you all day, every day. For the rest of my life. But the fact is, I never gave a shit about it until YOU. It wasn’t a necessity. I’d never been with someone who could get the job done, know what I mean? I always relied on myself for getting there.”
“You have dated some real fucking winners, haven’t you.”
“I may not need sex, but I WANT sex. And I want it with you. Only you. No one else. And seeing as we haven’t seen each other in five years…”
“What about Alessio? You slept with him. You were going to marry the guy.”
“This isn’t about Alessio. Who was a job.”
“I’ve never had a job that required me to fuck someone.”
“I was his fiancee. I was playing a part. If I didn’t do THAT? He would have known something was up. And maybe it was drastic; going to those extremes. But I did. I allowed myself to feel beautiful. And wanted.”
“I wanted you.”
“And I fucked that up. I know that. But other than him? And this playing pretend? There’s never been anyone else. I haven’t wanted to be with anyone but you. And I tried. Not the sex thing, but the dating and the relationship stuff. I met people. Men, women. I went out a few times. And you know what? Every time they tried to take things further? All I did was compare them to you.”
Tyler blinks at her honesty.
“I have never wanted anyone else. I’m not afraid to admit that. And there’s never been a damn thing between Russell and I. He kept me updated on things you were doing; he contacted me about Georgia and Mia and her sister and all of that. And told me about you going to prison. Other than Millie, he was the strongest connection I had to you.”
“And Nik. And Yaz. All these people that knew you were okay.”
“All people I swore to secrecy and hated every second of it. They didn’t want to lie to you. I especially didn’t want to. And I don’t get your hang-up with Russell and me. You don’t ever question my friendship with Yaz.”
“That’s because he’s Yaz. He may have a huge hard-on for you…”
“He has a hard-on for me? What? He told you that?”
“...but I know you wouldn’t give him the time of day. Not like that. I know you see him like a little brother. But Alcott..”
“It’s because Alcott’s like you, right? He reminds you of yourself. And because I lusted you immediately and fell in love with you so quickly, it must mean it happened with him too.”
“Maybe. I don’t know. I don’t know why it bothers me. How close the two of you are.”
“All I can do is tell you the truth. And reassure you. As many times as you need it. There has never been anything between us. On either of our parts. Nothing has even come remotely close to crossing a line. I know I hurt you and I betrayed you and you don’t exactly trust me right now…”
“I trust you. With my life. With my daughter’s life.”
‘
“...but I wouldn’t lie about this. I don’t see him in that way. I don’t see anyone in that way. It’s just you, Tyler. That I’ve wanted. It’s always been you. It will always be ONLY you.”
“You’d tell me, yeah? If there’d been anyone else? During the last five years? OTHER than that dick head, Alessio.”
“You were honest with me; about sowing your wild oats all over Australia and many parts of Europe. Why would I not tell you the truth? There hasn’t been anyone else. And there especially hasn’t been anything with Alcott. And there never will be.”
He nods slowly as he considers her words.
“On a side note, he’s banging your ex-wife, you know.”
“I don’t care what he’s doing to my ex. She’s my ex for a reason. She stopped being any of my concern a long time ago.”
“You were concerned enough to help her. To take the job. Put your life on the line to get her sister and her kids the hell out of Georgia.”
“It was a job. I was being paid.”
“Maybe. But there’s a history there. You were married to the woman. You had a child with her. I know the kind of guilt and regret you carry around. You can’t tell me those didn’t play a part.”
“How did we go from talking about us to talking about her? How…?”
“You want to talk. So let’s talk. Let’s get it all out there. Say the things we need to say. You’re not the only one who’s been holding onto some shit.”
“And now who’s worried about someone else’s history?”
“I don’t care about your history. I care about YOU. And when I heard about that job…”
“You left. I wasn’t the one who took off. You were. So I stopped being of any concern to you. Second you walk out that door…”
“No. It never stopped. I never stopped worrying about you. I didn’t leave because of something you did. Or didn’t do. I never took off because I didn’t love you. I took off because I did.”
“You know how you always say ‘opposites attract’? When it comes to us? Maybe most of the time, that’s true. But it’s not with this. You left, Esme. You left ME. Just like I left my boy. So we have THAT in common, don’t we.”
“I never blamed you for leaving your son. I said it was a stupid thing to do. I still think it was. But I also told you I understood why you did it. I sympathized with you. I still do. It was a horrible, horrible thing to go through; seeing your child sick and wasting away. And you’d never been taught coping skills and you had all that toxic masculinity and you…”
“Why did you leave?”
“I told you. I left to protect you”
“We could have found a way. To fight back. So tell me, why didn’t you stay?”
“I was scared and I was worried and I didn’t want anything to happen to you. I…”
“Esme…” His voice becomes more forceful. Demanding. “Why didn’t you stay?”
“Because I fucked up. Because I brought them to you. And I didn’t know what else to do. So I left. Because I didn’t know how to fix it.”
Silence descends on the room. An eerily still quiet that remains until she sniffles loudly; wiping at errant tears with the back of her hand.
“I couldn’t fix it. I couldn’t fucking fix it”
“Why do you think I left my boy?”
“It’s not the same thing. It’s not…”
“It is. It IS the same thing. We left for the same reasons. And what happened because of it? We took off. And we hurt the only person that ever really gave a fuck about us.”
“I didn’t know what else to do. I didn’t know how to get away from them. I didn’t want them coming back. Not when you were there. I didn’t want them hurting you. Or worse.”
“We would have had time. To get the fuck out of there. We could have found a place to hide out. We could have flown under the radar and let Nik and John and even Alcott deal with The High Table. You didn’t have to leave.”
“I didn’t think of that. I was scared. You were still healing from Dhaka. And even if you’d been a hundred percent, you’re not invincible. You wouldn’t have beaten them, Tyler. Not on your own. Not even with a small army. They would have found us. No matter where we were hiding.”
“Don’t underestimate Nik. She would have put us far underground. No one would have been able to track us.”
“I didn’t even consider it. It didn’t even cross my mind.”
“Like you said; you were scared and you were worried. Kinda hard to think right under those circumstances. But Nik? She has no excuse for not coming up with a solution like that.”
“I’m sorry, Tyler. That I didn’t think of those. That I didn’t stay. I wanted to. I wanted to be with you. I never wanted to leave.”
Reaching out, calloused fingertips push strands of hair off her forehead and tuck others behind her ears. “I know you didn’t.”
“We both fucked up. In the past. Only my fuck up lasted five years. And I not only hurt you, but I hurt Millie, too.”
“You didn’t hurt her. Not in the slightest.”
“I kept her away from her dad. For selfish fucking reasons. All because I was worried about rejection. Because I was scared you’d turn me away. That you’d turn US away.”
“I wouldn’t have. I’ve spent the last five years wondering where you were. HOW you were. Wanting you.”
“I’m a horrible person.”
“No. You’re not. You’re a good person who made a bad decision.”
“I remember saying those exact words to you. In Dhaka.”
“And you didn’t hurt Millie. Look how amazing she is. She’s healthy and happy and she’s so fucking smart, Me. And she’s beautiful and she’s perfect and she’s everything that’s great inside both of us all into one. You didn’t hurt her. And you definitely didn’t fail her. You’ve done an awesome job with her. And I’m lucky. Of all the people that are the mother to my kid, it’s you. Because a lot of other women never would have gone through with having her.”
“There was no way I was giving her up. Not while I was pregnant and definitely not after. And I needed to hear that from you. That I haven’t fucked her up. That I’ve done good with her. And BY her.”
“You’ve done more than good, believe me.”
“I am so sorry. That I screwed up so badly. That I left instead of trying to fix things. I really did do it because I didn’t think I had another choice. Because I was scared and worried and wanted to keep you safe.”
“I can accept that. I HAVE accepted it. But when everything was gone and you still stayed away? That’s what I’m having a hard time with. That I just can’t get past. And I want to; get past it.”
“Tell me what I need to do. Tell me what I need to say. I’ll do it. I’ll do anything to make this better. To make it right.”
“There’s nothing you can say. Or do. You’ve already done it all. It’s just me. It’s me needing time to process and accept it and move on from it.”
“So what does that mean for us? You don’t want there to be an us? Until you’ve done all that?”
“That’s not what I’m saying. At all. Of course, I want there to be an us. Did you not ask me to marry you?”
“Not in so many words, but…”
“And did I not say okay?”
She nods.
“I want you. I want US. I want to raise our daughter together. I want to get married and have more kids. I mean, if that’s what you want. More.”
She manages a weak, shaly smile. “A couple more wouldn’t hurt.”
“I’m actually looking forward to; finding out we’re having another one and seeing you pregnant. That’s one of the things I AM pissed about; that I didn’t get to see you like that. All cute and round, and the baby…MY baby…just growing and thriving in there.”
“I carried HUGE with Milile. People were always asking if there was more than one because of just how huge I was. I told them, ‘This is what happens when you procreate with a giant.’”
“I hope you know I’m going to be one of those insanely protective dads-to-be.”
“More protective than you already are with me? Is that even possible?”
“Don’t challenge me, Esme. You’d be surprised how far I can go with it. And I’ll deal with my shit; all the issues I’ve got going on because of what happened. But I’ll do it WHILE we’re together. I’m not worried about that; it causing problems between us or with our family. I just thought you needed to know that I AM still struggling with all of this; you staying away and keeping Millie from me. And I don’t know how long I’ll actually fight with it, but I will get over it. Eventually.”
“And you’ll still love me? Even when things seem extra hard?”
“I love you no matter what. I never stopped. Not once in those five years. I’ve always loved you. I always will.”
As he leans in to peck his lips, her fingers aggressively push through his hair. A long, trembling sigh escaping her when the hand on the nape of her neck tightens its grip; holding her firmly against him as he prolongs and deepens the kiss. Long, sinuous movements of lips and tongue, accompanied by naked limbs that glide and rub against each other as they once more sprawl out across the bed. And when air becomes a necessity, he pulls away and braces himself on both arms above her; a smile curving her lips as she reaches up to trace the line of his jaw.
“Can I ask YOU something now?”
“As long it’s not about my ex-wife, what happened between you and me five years ago, or what’s going to happen in less thirty-six hours.”
“It’s not about any of those things.”
“What do you want to ask me?”
“Is it true? That Yaz has a hard-on for me?”
Chuckling, Tyler leans down and nips at the side of her neck. “You’re a brat.”
“Did he actually tell you that? That he’s packing a woody for me?”
“I can’t give away all his secrets. I’ve said enough.”
“Did you threaten to rip from limb to limb if he even tried anything?”
“No.” He presses a series of warm, soft kisses across her collarbone, his beard scraping the pale, delicate skin. “I told him YOU would.”
#Tyler and Esme series#Tyler Rake#Tyler Rake fanfic#Tyler Rake fan fiction#Extraction#Extraction 2#Extraction fan fic#Extraction fan fiction#Extraction/John Wick cross over#Tyler Rake x OFC#Chris Hemsworth#Rake Lives#Esme Drummond#Esme Rake
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Monkie Kid
season 4
episode 1
knox reaction
HECK
L- help that’s so funny i just started typing this and my youngest bro came up to me and went “shouldn’t you be watching monkie kid?” THE TIMING WAS IMPECCABLE I’M ON THE FLOORBG;SAKMF;AWLEF
ANYWAY HE’S RIGHT I SHOULD BE
I HAVE BEEN SITTING HERE SINCE EIGHT THIRTY AND IT’S ONE NOW AND EVERY TIME I THOUGHT ABOUT WATCHING I’D GET SO HYPE IT FELT LIKE I WAS GONNA IMPLODE BUT HECK IT HECK IT WE BALL, LETS ROLL I’M READY TO SCREAM AND CRY AND SOB AND WHAT THE HECK AM I GETTING IN FOR-
man i love this show this is insane
ALRIGHT
guys I haven’t even opened the file pls it’s just sitting there i’m cryiNGBG;ALAWFIAMWF
OKAY
OKAY I CAN DO THIS
(ajr bang song music) HERE WE G O
opened the file. I have accepted there’s no way i’m going to be normal about any of this
can i just say tho i’m impressed how quickly we got the english episodes season 3 was waiting months and avoiding spoilers was like walking through a minefield- wdym no i’m not stalling
HECK OKAY STARTING HERE WE GO
i have closed discord no longer distracted
OH GODS I PRESSED PLAY I;MGNSDF;LKMAFAWGBA;IOWMF
THEMESONG WTHEME SONG I’M GOINT GBDFBSALKFMA;OWIABG;IWEMF;AMF
so
I have
seen the theme that was shared last month but
oh man i am
i am still not normal
I
GUYS ITS GBSDFB;AWKMEFFL
CAN I PLS JUST
THE BEGINNING?? PLS??? THE GOING THROUGH VICTORIES THEY’VE HAD, THE LBD ONE I’M BGSDF;MAWOIEFMAF
AND NOW EVERYONE’S GOT THEIR JTTW COUNTERPARTS/PAST LIVES BEHIND THEM AND I AM MENTALLY ILL WHY IS EVERYTHING THIS SHOW DOES SO FREAKING PRETTY PLS I’M GBSDFLK;MA;GOINWFAMF AAAAAAAAAAAAAA
sorry going through it frame by frame we’ll be here a while I try and make it quick
I love how Zhu Bajie is holding a kitchen knife sir still cooks 10/10, hecking desert for Tang with ruins and HMBGSLDKFMAWEF SANDY, SANDY MY ABSOLUTE BELOVED, ALL THE SKELTONS IN THE BACKGROUND WITH HIM AND THE WILD RED HAIR DESIGN FOR SHA WUJING GIVES ME LIFE, MEI WITH THE DRAGON PALACE BEHIND HER I’M IN TEARS, AND THEN WE GET TO THE MONKEYS, AND THE SCROLL WINDING AROUND IN THE BACKGROUND I SWEAR IF THIS IS TIME TRAVEL, OR DELVING INTO SWK’S MEMORIES, OR GOING INTO THE BOOK I’M FLIPPING TABLES I HAVE SO MANY GUESSES AND I’M SURE NONE OF THEM ARE RIGHT SWK AND MAC HELLO DISASTER MONKEYS YOUR’E BEAUTIFUL HIS HAT HIS HAT I’M GONNA CRYGBLSAE;KFMAWEF
as you can see I am perfectly normal about this show LEGO Monkie Kid
lion fella looking at swk, hi you can tell the lion dude is a fave the way he’s drawn no fr literally just in the theme song he is so shaped, i’m sure he’s great but SWK BELOVED WITH HIS MONKEYS |;A;/ PLS THE SWORN BROTHERS ALL LAUGHING AND MESSING AND SWK LOOKING PASSED OUT ON THE TABLE PLS I’MGBNSDFLKAMWEO DBK’S SMILE FACING OFF AGAINST THE HELPGNDFL WITH NEZHA THERE AND AAAAAAAAAAAA MAC THERE AND AAAAAAAA
we’re cool we’re normal, i remember someone saying this was supposed to be like a filler season not so plot heavy or something, i call cap this is gonna emotionally destroy me i can already feel it
MK GETS LI’LL MECH IT LOOKS LIKE IT TELAPORTED THERE THAT MIGHT JUST BE FOR THE THEME SONG BUT THAT WOULD BE AWESOME IF HE LEARNS HOW TO DO THAT HELLO??
new outfits new outfits new outfits NEW OUTFITS NEW FITS NEW FITS NEW FITS
TANG GETTING A HAND OF HIS BUBBLE SPELL, PIGSY HYPE PIGSY HYPE PIGSY STANS WHERE WE AT, NAH I LOVE THIS DUDE SM, FATHER OF THE YEAR only Sandy could smile that brightly standing on a pile of bones and skulls i swear MY MANS WEARING HALF A SHIRT PLS BGS;LFKMAW;EOFIM
so hear me out, theory moment, all this dark looking fools with blue eyes, i swear they look like ink, ink from a book perhaps? maybe i book they get thrown into HECK IF I KNOW I’M JUST SO HYPED I SWEAR I’M SHAKING THEY HAVE THEIR WEAPONS HBGBSDF;AMWOEIMF SCREAAAMSSS fighting evil ink clones of their past lives? MK FACING OFF AGAINST MONKEY OFC I JUST AM SO FREAKING EXCITED I CANTBGL;SDFMAOI;EWFMASLKFAWOIEMKDSF
the jttw crew looks so freaking dope i love them
gosh this show’s animation is just FLYING BARK YOU HAVE MY ENTIRE SOUL NOTHING BUT MAD RESPECT AND GRATEFULNESS FOR MAKING THIS HIGH QUALITY OF ANIMATION
okay okay theme song over, i managed to have that only take up like… less space than ses 3 I’M DOING GOOD SEE GSDBFA;LKFMEWOFIAMFKLAF
okay actual episode time I’m gonna cry when i hear any of them i’mgbkl;fma;owef
oh ohhh hello hellloooooo hello mysterious swooshy beginning hiiii
OH OH
IS THIS
THIS LOOKS LIKE THE UNDERWORLD
HELLO??
ALL THE LITTLE FLOATY LIGHTS IS THIS THE UNDERWORLD??? DEATH?? HI? ????
i’m normal i’m normal i’m normal i’m normal i’m normal i’m normal i’m normal
that’s a dope fit dude, i’m biased towards sick hoods tho i will say, looks like he has like an arrow on the back of his hand whats that i feel like i’m being presumptious assigning this dude as he- OH COME ON THAT’S SO DOPE THAT’S SUCH A COOL HEBGSFLKMAIOWEJFIAMFMMF HELLO ROOM FULL OF SPINNY THINGS IS THAT THE DEATH NAME BOOK\???? AAAAA
i’m jumping ahead might not be the underworld at all i could be wrong AAAAAAASCREAMSNGBSLK;DFMAWEF
SIR THE VIOLENCE OF THAT SPIN LIKE, THE HECKING FORCE OF SOMETHING LOOKING SO EASY AND IT SHAKES THE WHOLE FLOOR IS SOMETHING ALRIGHT I’M BGDS;LFMA;OEWF
AAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
STIMMING STIMMING CHILLS I CAN’T TYPE I’M TOO BUSY STIMMINGBGFSDL;JFMA;WE SCREAMSNBSGSDKFLM SCREAMSBGSKMDFLM HELGGBBSKAMW;EF AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAQAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
nice transition i love this show i’m in pieces GLOWY LETTERS ITS THEY ITS THEM WHAT DOES THIS MEEEAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN
DOUBLE SNAKE
oh we have old lego people now hello gents NAH BUT THEIR BACKGROUND CHARACTER DESIGN IS ALWAYS SO FIRE
the trio of grandma’s my beloveds
PLS I CAN’T BEILEVE HOW DISGRUNTLED THIS ONE PERSON LOOKS AT BEING THROWN INTO THE AIR BGSLKF;MAWEMIF
have
kay
so
so
so
sooo
so
hey
hi
hello
hi there
i
i am smiling
so big rn
sir
the
grandmas
mk
MK
MK
MY BOY
MY LAD
MY MAN
IT HE
I ADORE
YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND ITS HE
So i really love this funky monkie man, i adore him, he is serotonin, he is everything, he is so wonderful
OKAY AND THE SNAKES EXPRESSION IS SO FUNNY PLS, JUST *SWEATS* MASSIVE STAFF MY LAD IS DOING SO WELL I’MGBSDALKFMAWE
VOICE I
I NEED TO PRESS PLAY AGAIN I WANT TO HEAR HIM I WANTBG;LSDFMAWE I LOVE THIS FREAKING SHOW SOMEBDOY SEDATE ME BGDS;LFKMA;WEF
POWERFUL
HE IS BUT A LAD
HE IS T H E LAD
“GOOD MORNING LADIES”
PLS
PLS
PLS
PLS
PLS
YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND PLSBGB;SDFMA;OWIEFMAWENASNGWIEMFKSMF
HIS SMILE
HISBGSLKFMAWE
GOOD MORNIGN MK
WHAT A SWEETIE
PLS
ADOPTED GRANDMAS THANK YOU
MISS LADIES GM
I’M
I’M GOING TO START SOBBING I SWEAR HE IS EVERYHTINGBFMAOIAWJE;FAGBAEFMASF
POWERFUL LAD
HE IS NOTHING BUT VIBINGBSDF;LKAMWE
SELFIE
PLS HE’S TAKING SELFIES WITH THE GRANDMAS I’M BGSLFKM;AWE
THE BLEP
PLS
PLS HE’S SO WONDERFUL I AM NORMAL ABOUT THIS CHARACTER I SWEAR
JIN AND YIN
THE LADS
nice caps mates y’all stylin this season 10/10
OH THEIR SNAKE NICE
HELPGNSLFKMWE
HAS THE STAFF
STILL TAKES THE VEHICLE
WHOAH
WHAT THE
SEARPENT SHEARS
FANCY
OH THEY’RE SO FANCY TODAY
THOSE ARE MASSIVE
PLS
MMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
MA’AM OF MY HEART
FIRE OF MY HEART
GIRL OF MY WORLD
WHAT WORDS BELVOED
BELOVED
SHE’S STYLIN IN A SHIP
PLS
PLS IT’S ALWAYS BREAKING DOWN
HER LAUGH
HER LAUGH IS EVERYHTINGSKFLSDMF
:O
PRETTY NEW ROBE
OHH HELLO? HOW’D THEY GET HIS RING???
WHERE’D YOU GET ALL THESSENL;GMAWEF-
w
wait
wait did they get them from monkey kings place? because if so that’d be really funnybGLKAMWEF
OKAY NAH THO THE “that we’ve SOMEHOW managed to steal” LIKE THEY DON’T KNOW HOW THEY DID IT EITHER I KNOW IT’S WRITING BUT ITS STILL SO FUNNY PLS BGS;LKFMWEA;IOFM
JUST THROWING THINGS
NOT EVEN USING THEM AS WEAPONS
JUST TOSSING THINGS
HELPGNSDLKFMWE
ESPLOSION
MEIIII
EMJIGNSFLKWEM
AAAAAAAAAAAA
CAN
I’M SO HYPE
PLS
LAD GETS A PERSONAL MECH
I’M GONNA CRY
LOOK HOW GOOD HE IS
nNICE CATCH MONKEY MAN
CAUGHT
SNATCHED
NOTHING DOING
EASY MEAL
RIP
BUGGAR
PLS
TEAM ATTACK
I’M GONNA CRY
YOU DID NOT NEED TO DESTROY THAT WHOLE BUIDLIGN PLS BGSLFMKAWE
AWAAA AAA PLLSSSS
THE CITY BEING HAPPY ABOUT HIM I’M
YES
DARN RIGHT
WONDER HOW LONG THAT’LL LAST I’M SORRYGBSF;KMAWEFMAS
SO MANY GRANNIES IN THIS SEASON AND I APPROVE
nice landing mates bG;ALKWEFM
COME ON THEIR SO SILLY AND EPIC I LOVE THEM SM MEI AND MK THE DUO EVER
g
get
pls its so easy
get BRICKEDBGSLKWEMF
GET BRIKED GET IT CAUSE
BRICK
ON HEAD
pls don’t kill me i’m doing my bestbG;LWAMERF;OAWEF
little groUP HUG
THE TIME FOR HUGS IS OVERGHLSKF
OH??
THEIR MANAGER????
THEIR MANAGER?????????
MK WERE U GONNA KILL THOSE SUCEKRS??
HELPGNSLFKMAWEF
IS THAT THEIR MOM OR AUNT OR SOMETHING??
DANG
AWAAA PLS
“i wasn’t ACTUALLY gonna slice and dice em i just thought we looked cool and edgy” actually your honour i adore him and he’s never done anything wrong in his life and he should get all of the hugs and money and everything in the world
MEI MY BELOVED
TAKING SELFIES
PLS
PLS THAT’S SO FUNNYGBSDFLKAWMEF
mans ready for edgy, i’m ready mei i can feel it its my emo goth girl phase
THEY HAVE PILES FOR DIFFERENT THREAT LEVELSGNSLDKFM PLS
;-;
my lad
my lad is so trauma
pls
he’s so traumatized
pls he needs therapy
I love him i’m so concernedbG;LKAWEF
SIR
SIR PLS
SHE’S CONCERENED
JUNK IN TRUNK
.
*looks at my bricked joke*
I
I can’t even judge him i do the same thing plsBGL;AKMEF
am
am i an Mk kinniebG;LKEWF;ONAWEIOFMWE IGNORE THAT MOVING ON WBK PROBABLYGBSL;FKMWAEF
IS HE OKAY?????
SIR????
ARE YOU ALRIGHT????
I DON’T THINK YOU ARE ALRIGHT
PIGSY
HELPGNBSLF;KMAWE
HELP I’M
PLS
PLS I’M GONANGBSADLKFMAW;EOF
HEGBKLSFMEMFK
WBGBS;LKDFA;WEIMF
WHEEZINGNSFKLMSDF
OH GODS WE’RE HALF DONE I’MBGBSDFLKAEW
PLS IT’S PIGSY
HE’S NOT EVEN PRETENDING TO DILVIER NOODLES ANYMROE
I’M NGONGDSLFAMOI;WEFMAFKH;GOIAWFEJE
STILL USES THE VEHICLE THO
i am
so in love with everything about this show pls
my concern for mk grows ARE YOU OKAY GOING BY YORUSELF?? ISSUES WITH THE MONKEY ?? ARE YOU OKAY?? TRUAMA AT THE MOUNTAIN?>? DEISAGREEMENTS WITH MONKEY KING STILL?? ARE THINGS AWKARD??? I’M SO CURIOUS PLS BGSLKFMAWEF PLS PLSGBSDLKFMWE
PLS DON’T STILL BE MAD AT HIIIMMMMMMMM
HE’S DOING HIS BEST MK PLS I’LL ONLY ACCEPT THIS OUTOCME IF THIS WHOLE SEASON IS JUST EXPLORING MONKEY KINGS TRUAMA ADN THEY ALL GO “OH TAHT’S WHY HE’S LIKE THIS” OKAY OKAY MOVING ON I’M PROBABLY WRONG I JUST LOVE THEM SO MUCHGBSDFLKAEW
i have
to pause this
every time
i hear one of their voices
every time
W
WONDERFULGBDSFLKAMWE
I
MONKEY
MONKEY
IT HE
ITS HIM
IT IS THE MONKEY EVER
THE ONE AND ONLY
THE ABSOLUTE BEST MONKEY OF ALL TIME
THE MOMST TRUAMA
SIR HAS SO MUCH JUNK PLSBGSL;FM
I
I am so normal you guys I’m so normal about hearing Monkey King Mei Pigsy and Mk’s voices i’m so normal bG;LAWMEF;EWAMF
aALL THE LITTLE MONKEYSNGLKSFE
HELPGNDSLFKMAWEF
NEZHA’S GONNA FLIP WHEN HE HEARS I HAVE THISBGS;LKFMAWEAKGM NOT GONNA RETURN IT? I MEAN FINDERS KEEPERS RIGHT-
OH HE STYLIN
MATE HE STYLIN MONKEY KING IN CAPES BRUH THERE AIN’T NO OTHER
I’M
PLS
PLS
HE’S SO
PLS
ITS THE MONKEY GUYS WHAT ELSE DO I SAY
ITS HIM
WHEN IW AS YOUR AGEBGLD;FMA;WEFOIMAWEF
I’M
PLS
HE’S SO
HE IS
SO
SO
YES
I’M
I’M SO NORMAL I LOVE HIM
SIR SEEMS A BIT DETATCHED STILL OH YEAH SAVING PEOPLE YES THAT IS A THING YOU ALSO DO I REMEMBER PEOPELGBSLF;MAKWEF AND GIVING HIM PRAISE YES, PRAISE THE LAD TELL HIM HOW GOOD HE’S DOING DESERVED PLS I’MGBSDF;LKMAWE
SWINGING YOUR BIG OL TAIL AROUND TO GET WHAT YOU WANTED-
he is
so important to me you guys I have such brainrot over this monkey pls bGLKAMWEFAF
I WAS GOING TO SAY MAKING REGRETABLE LIFE CHOICES BUT BGS;LKFMA;WEFAG;WOAIEMFAWEF
I
y
you
kinda already done
more for this world that i ever
;-;
pls
i’m
|;-;/
|;A;/
monk e y
OH MK PLS WDYM
OH
OH WE
WE PLAYING THE BLAME GAME ARE WE
OH THEY’RE BOTH SO TRUAMATIZED AND MENTALLY ILL
THEY BOTH NEED THERAPY SO BAD
MONKEY KING BLAMING YOURSELF FOR IT ISNT’ GONNA HELP MK STOP BLAMING HIMSELF PLS MONKEY SEE MONKEY DO THEY WOULD HAVE FOUND WHAT THEY NEEDED ANYWAY PLS, MK IF YOU HADN’T SHOWN UP THEY WOULD HAVE GOTTEN THE STAFF STRAIGHT AWAY, LBD CLEARLY ALREADY HAD THE KEY THE MAYOR HAD IT, AND COME ON COME OOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN MK PLS YOU GOTTA JUMP THROUGH SOME SERIOUS HOOPS TO SELF BLAME FOR THIS
i mean his teacher’s p good at doing that too it seems but BGLA;KMEF;OAWEF SHAKES THEM BOTH
YOU HECKING MENTALLY ILL MONKEYS
i adore them hanging out they mean everything to me I’m adoring how chill this starts out i feel like i’m about to be hit by a train of some kind bGLK;MAWEF
“come on bud you gotta learn to let that suff go” AND RISK LOOKING LIKE HE’S IRRESPONCIBLE AND DOESN’T CARE AT ALL LIKE YOU??? THIS IS A CHALLANGE SORRY I’M THINKING ABOUT MONKEY KINGS TRUAMA AND HOW BEING ALOOF AND LIKE HE DOESNT’ CARE HSA GOTTA BE THE ONLY WAY HE CAN LIVE WITH ALL THE STUFF THAT HE DID AND THE STUFF THAT WAS DONE TO HIM OKAY I’M NORMAL I’M NORMAL
BELIEVE ME I WASN’T ALWAYS THE EASIESTMKML
WHAT
BUT YOUR’E SO CUTE AND CHEEKY
PLS
PLS
MONKEYGBSDLFK;AW;OEFMAGH;IAOWENBG;OIWAEMF
“i know right??” PLS
PLS SIR
UR HONOUR I WILL NOW ONLY EVER DESCRIBE MONKEY KING AS CUTE AND CHEEKY /J /J /J
THE POINT IS
oh hi
hello
nah tho that’s
actually p decent advice ngl
<— number one rule is “leave it better than you found it” in dealing with everything
STILL GOTTA RECOVER FROM THE MESSUPS THO MONKEY KING
I CAN SEE WHY HE’S BEING LIGHT ABOUT IT-IS THAT THE MONA LISA BGS;JDLAKFMNA;WGB;OIAWEM;AWOEG;OIWEFGGBIO;MEF
MK HAVING TROUBLE
I’M GONNA CRY
IT WON’T
OH
OH
OH THAT FACE
OH NO THAT FACE HE MADE
PLS
MONKEY KING SIR
SUN WUKONG
MAN
OH MAAAAAN
THAT FACE
SERIOUSLY THIS DUDE
MAKES SUCH
SPICIFIC FACES WHEN MK ISN’T LOOKING
WHERE ITS JUST
SO MOURNFUL
AND UNDERSTANDING LIKE FEELS THAT
FLYING BARK YOU ABSOLUTE MAD LADS YOUR EXPRESSIONS WILL BE THE DEATH OF ME
FOREVERS A LONG TIME BUD
TRUST ME
I AM
MENTALLY UNWELL YOU GUYS
I AM SO VERY MENTALLY UNWELL
man cleaning up together ;-;
WELP
.
THAT’S AWKWARD
FIRST OFF CALLED IT, CALLED IT THAT THEY’D FIND SOMETHIGN WHILE CLEANING HIS PLACE I SO CALLED IT I WAS SO RIGHT
gosh that was some PANIK from mr. the king
OH MAN IT WAS SO CHILL FOR A HOT SECOND
SCREAMSGNSLDKMAWEF
OH I’M
GOTTA BREATH HANG ON I’M NOT CHILL I’M LSOING IT
YOU DID A THING
HIDING BEHIND MONKEY KING PLS
OH BOY
OH BOYYYYYYYYY
SO HANG ON
WHAT IS THISBGSL;DKFMAWE
AAAAA
WAHT IS AGHSJFLKAWEFN;GANLE;AWFKEKMLAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
SCREAMS
MONKKEY KING SNATCHING HIM GETTING HIM OUT O FTHE WAY AT THE SPEED OF SOUND
OKAY OKAY
SO INK CREATURES
FROM BOOK I WAS RIGHT
SWK WHYAAAAAAAAAAAA
SCREAMINGBNFLAMWEF
AAAAAAA
GOING THROUGH
WHAT
HOLY
WHAT THE CRAP IS
HAPPEN
OH MY GODS
OH MUY GODS WHAS I WRIGBSDLGN;WAELNMWAKEMRFWEMAIEWMGAAA
AAAAAAA
THING ABOTU IT BEING A BOKGHNSG
I’M NOT NORMAL I’M LOSING IT GUYS
ITS
ITS A BOOK OF TRUAMA I SWEAR
LISTEN TO THAT I’M LSOING IT
EVERYBODY YELLING AT HIM LBD LAUGHING WUKONG IS FROZEN ITS THE SAME CLIP FROM WHEN MEI WAS YELLING AT HIM TRUAMA MONKE TRUAMA MONKEY OH OH THIS SEASON IS GOING TO KILL ME I’M GOINT TO DIE I’M GOING TO PERSIH THISBGSLKMA;GH;OIWFMAWEOIFHA;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA]
TRIPITAKA VOICE SHUT THE FREKAKNDFKLWE UPPPPPP NOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAA
SCREAMS THE BABY MONKEYS NOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
MK READY TO FIGHT
NOOOOO
THE
NOOOOOOOO
BBY MONKEYS
OH MAN
first of
bird guy
fire looking
that animation ??
that composition??
hot dang buddy flying bark is off the rails
secondly
SCREAMS
ITS LITERALLY A BOOK OF SWK’S WORST MOMENTS IT LOOKS LIKE, WAS I RGHT WAS I RIGHT WAS I RIGHT THERE’S NO WAY THERE’S NO WAY IW ASBGNLSAFKMAW HE’S GONNA GET PULLED IN ISN’T HE
MONKEY KINGS GONNA GET PULLED IN I SWEAR IF HE GETS PULLED IN
I’M LSOING IT I’M LOSING IT SCREAMING
SWK VS HIS TURAMA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
TEY
I’M
HOLY CRAP
HOLY WAHT THE FBGDFNKSMA;AWOEGB;OAIWEFMKMSDFKMSDF
HE GOT FREAKINGB
I’LL FIGURE OUT AND ITS CRYING
HE’S CRYINGLKFDMSF
I AM NEVER OKAY EVER A DAY IN MY LIFE I HATE IT WHEN I’M RIGH AND HE SEALED THEM IN HE SEALED HIM
OH MY FREAKINGN TRUAMA
FREE TRUAMA
FREE TRUAMA FOR EVERYBODY
.
.
.
.
inhales
I am mentally unwell
fake composed
hello
good evening
I WAS FREAKING RIGHT ABOUT THE SCROLL I’M GOING TO FREAKING IMPLODE RIGHT THS SECONDHGNLKSAMDF AAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
SCREAMSING
FLIPPING TABLES
RUNNING AROUND
THROWING CHAIRS
RUNNING OUTSIDE
THROWING MYSELF IN THE SNOW
LOSING IT
I AM LOSING IT
I AM SBGLS;KMSBG;OWAIEMNGABGA;OWEIFNA;OEWIBHG;OAIWG;B;OUINFAOIWEBGUIONMG;OIAWEMF;AWGO;IUFN;OIDRQWEJOIJG;OAIERWJF;BG;OWAEIJFOIJEF;LMF;OERGH;OLFMAO;WEIJF;OERGJ;OERHGOA;WEIMFOWGHEWAIOMFERWOGHWAEFJOEWAIMFORIJAG;WOIR
okay so that was
sure something
that was
SURE SOMETHING
THAT SURE WAS SOMETHING HUH
THAT SURE WAS
SOMETHING
WHAT DO I DO WITH MYSELF AFTER THAT
HEKCING
SCREAMS
SWK JUST
THAT WAS A GOODBYE
THAT WAS HIMSAYING GOODBYE
SIR REALLY WENT
WELP
THINGS CAN’T LAST
NICE KNOWING YOU
STUFF ALWAYS CATCHES UP
DO WHAT YOU GOTTA BYEEE
FR THIS DUDE
READY TO DIE
READY TO SEAL HIMSELF INSIDE
WAHT LOOKS LIKE HIS NIGHTMARES AND ALL HIS WORST MISTAKES FOREVER HUH
FR HUH HIM AND HIS MONKEYS JUST GONE
AND THERE ENDS THE LEGEND OF THE MONKEY KING SUN WUKONG GREAT SAGE EQUAL TO HEAVEN
FREAKNBGBGBSLKF;MAWEO;IFAGB;OIAWEFM;WOIAN;SAFMLSKDFDSF
AND I HAVE TO WAIT FOR MORRREEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Y’all mk is so freaking traumatized the Lad needs therapy asap he just got out of a traumatizing experience and he just watched his mentor get engulfed in freaky ink and THAT
THAT
“some monsters can never change”
“you make a couple of mistakes in your life and no one ever lets you live it down”
“you’ve done more for this world that i ever have”
YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME
HIS FACE
WHEN THAT INK STUFF IS GETTING HIM
HIS FACE THE WHOLE TIME
SO IN THE THEME SONG
HE IS FIGHTING MONKEY KING
HE IS SO IN THE THEME SONG
SO
YOUUUUU
YOU HEKCING
MONKIE CREW DIRECTIORS PEOPEL I LOVE YOU I WANT TO THROW HANDS I’M SCREAMIGNFBGFNAKWEFMAGN;OAIWEMF
THAT
oh yeah so
this season is
probably going to destroy me more than 3 did. 4 is probably going to be my favourite i’m calling it now, we’re dealing with monkey kings past trauma and depending on how its handled this will easily become my favourite welp here we go i’m ready to die bring it the heck on perishment here i come
ahem yes uh
thank you for coming to knox reacts today… uh we will be back with… more reactions when I get… more eps… in english i
i
all that dialogue that came out of the ink guys come on
THE MACAQUE SCREAM?????????????
THE LOOK ON WUKONGS FACE???
THE LBD LAUGH????????????
I AM
HOLY CRAPGBSESHGBWABG;WA4IEUONAEWFM
“Monkey! No violence.”
“NO!”
I’M SCREAMING
THE STREAK OF INK ON MK’S HAND FROM REACHING FOR THE MONKEYS
excuse me i need to go scream into a pillow nice having you here godspeed if you read all the way you’re as insane as i am i’m gonna go perish now or i’ll be keysmashing here all day have a good one SCREAMSBGS;LMAW;OGBWAEF
we get to see mk still having truama and trouble from the previous season you guys MONKEY KING’S PAST POPPING UP IN A MORE EMOTIONAL WAY AND YOU CAN SEE IT DANCING ON HIM PUSING HIM INTO THE GROUND MY GOOD SIR THIS IS LITERALLY EVERYTHING I COULD EVER WHAT I
#knox rambles#lmk s4 spoilers#lmk s4 english spoilers#monkie kid season 4 english spoilers#LEGO Monkie Kid season 4 english spoilers#I AM NOT NORMAL I AM NOT OKAY#WHAT DO I EVEN SAY?? DO I EVEN DO?? DO I EVENGBSLKDFAWE AFTER#I HAVE#AFTER THAT I#i have to#WAIT#AFTER#HECK#THE#HECKGBSBF;AKWMEO;AGAW;EIOFMWER#I'LL BE FINE#I' WILL NEVER RECOVER#THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT I WANT FROM A SHOW ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME IT JUST HANDED ME ALL MY FAVOURIITE THINGS ON A SILVER PLATTER WHAT AM I#SUPPOSED TO DO WITH THIIIISSSSSSSSSSSCREAMING#lmks4spoilers#lmks4englishspoilers
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(JASMIN HOPPE, CIS WOMAN, SHE/HER) - is GISELLE BRANDT late to class again? how does the 21 year old JUNIOR expect to get their degree in DIGITAL MEDIA? professors say that they are AFFECTIONATE but i heard that they are TRACTABLE. hopefully they’ll make it to graduation!
ooc: hi all! i'm marie and i'm super excited to get to know all your characters. i have to hop off for a work event (and will probably be lurking on mobile) but i'll be back on tonight to read over intros & reach out to plot. speaking of, if you want to plot with giselle, give this a like & i'll message you!!
basics.
full name: giselle marie brandt
nickname: gigi
age: twenty-one
dob: february 28, 2000
hometown: timber creek, ma
ethnicity: thai & german
sexuality: bicurious
languages: english (fluent), thai (fluent), german (conversational)
appearance.
faceclaim: jasmin hoppe
hair color: brunette with lighter brown/dark blonde highlights
eye color: brown
height: 5'5
tattoos: a small b&w tattoo of a flower on her left outer wrist
piercings: just her ears are pierced
family.
mother: chalita somsi
father: henri brandt
pets: shepard brandt (a grey british shorthair cat)
background.
the brandt family is considered something akin to royalty within timber creek; the family establishing it's roots in the town since the beginning. their name coming to be through successful business ventures, the most notable being the opening of timber creek university.
the man who was to inherit the business and the woman he married (who his family wasn't fond of) didn't expect to welcome a bundle of joy into the world so soon but here came giselle. she brought a happiness to the couple and hopes that this child could fix their marital problems.
how naive of them to think that though. the cheating continued on henri's part and chalita struggled with this loneliness for years. giselle was oblivious to it all. her views of being a princess esque figure in this fairytale life she was living clouding what was in front of her.
her fairytale came crashing down when she was ten. her mother had enough of this life and filed for divorce. her father got custody of giselle but she saw her mother part of the summer and for some holidays. the little girl couldn't understand what happened to the love between her parents she thought she'd seen through the years. how could it just disappear? how did her family break?
giselle grew older. henri remarried (but still struggled with infidelity). they were a new family. with that, giselle finally got a glance of what her mother was put through. she never wanted to be put through that so she vowed to forget about the whole storybook love she once wanted. a love life that only consisted of hookups, one night stands with strangers, or fake dates to appease her parents.
as giselle enters her junior year at timber creek uni, she still struggles with what she wants out of life. when you've been given everything you've ever wanted in life, what more could you ask for?
headcanons.
even after everything, giselle is still a daddy's girl. it helps that he spoils her with anything she wants.
one of her favorite things to do is ice skate. it's something she use to do with her mother a lot growing up and she's pretty good at it. maybe not olympic level good but she's earned a couple medals & trophies.
her other favorite thing to do is play video games. it's her way to de-stress / when she wants to be alone. her fave game is probably mass effect (hence her cat's name).
wanted.
step - sibling (wanted connection on main)
fake boyfriend (wanted connection on main)
the trinity - give me a cute little trio of besties that are always there for each other. pls let me know if u are interested in this! (nora vogel & OPEN)
family friends - the brandts are well known so maybe our families know each other
tutor - giselle isn't the greatest when it comes to schoolwork so she probably needs help in a class or two
ice skating partner - she does pairs so it would be cool to have a partner here
the co-op couch - someone who will play video games with her. they bring the snacks and she provides the drinks and they play all night long.
the set up - giselle humored her parents one time and went on a date with someone they set her up with and it was y/c. they did NOT hit it off and it ended in disaster.
the puppeteer - giselle is pretty gullible so maybe someone is manipulating her for something? that could be fun!
hookups / one night stands - giselle avoids relationships but she's all for hooking up and leaving in the middle of the night.
the one who got away - this person is probably the closest one to get giselle to admit to some feelings. she really liked them but refused to acknowledge it and sabotaged whatever was between them. a regret of hers.
girl crush - giselle's never dated or hooked up with a woman before but she is curious about it. she finds y/c attractive but doesn't know if she is bisexual?
rivals - sporting rivals could be fun! giselle does tennis and ice skating and maybe they are always trying to one up each other.
ex-friends - the two used to be close but something happened which caused their friendship to end??
enemies - someone who just does not like giselle and giselle doesn't like them.
really i'm open to any & all ideas so if you have something that giselle could fill, throw it my way to discuss!!
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This month I managed to read a few Classic Children's Novels that I've been meaning to get around to for years, so it was very satisfying to finally have them checked off my list!
Early Man: Junior Novelization
This is a novelization of the Aardman film, in which you learn about the secret neolithic origins of football/soccer, in which a timid, bumbling clan of Stone Age cavemen find themselves being overwhelmed by an all powerful Bronze Age empire… a Bronze Age empire that loves football. The only way to save their valley will be for the cavemen to somehow learn this strange new sport and beat the Bronze Age champions.
I really enjoy this movie and I often enjoy a novelization, so I thought I’d see how this one was. And it was… fine. It pretty well expresses the movie in simple language, with no shocks and surprises — though it was Americanized which always gets my goat. If something is written in British English just leave the damn thing in British English, especially if one of the key concepts is football/soccer, it just becomes jarring to “soccer” when the whole movie refers to it as “football” smh
Elmer and the Dragon // The Dragons of Blueland
I read the first book of this trilogy — My Father’s Dragon — a couple months ago because of the Netflix film and quite enjoyed it. These next two books were… fine. The first felt quite fresh and interesting and charming, in which a young boy called Elmer ventures to Wild Island to try to save a baby dragon that’s been imprisoned by the animals there. These next two are a direct continuation of that adventure, but honestly just feel more like additional chapters more than anything, they don’t really stand on their own. In Elmer and the Dragon, Elmer and the baby dragon escape Wild Island and end up having a little adventure with some birds who have a strange mystery on their island. In The Dragons of Blueland, Elmer is called back by the baby dragon to help save his family who are being hunted and are trapped in a cave.
Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation 3
I adore this series, and I’ve talked about it at length before. I can’t believe that this book almost entirely took place in the past and never resolved the cliffhanger from the end of book two, but it just as me desperate to get my hands on the fourth book. The way all the different layers of the past are gradually being woven together to not only give answers but to actually raise more questions is really well done and makes it really satisfying to track how all these different characters connect to each other, and who knows what, and what events happened before and after other events…
I Think Our Son Is Gay
Just a very cute little manga about a housewife who suspects that her son may be gay. The son hasn’t come out yet, and is doing his best to try to cover it up, though he is sweet and very easy to read and not a terribly good liar. This is just the cutest slice of life — the mother accepts her son completely and is supporting him from the background until he’s ready to come out himself.
Julián Is A Mermaid
A lovely and loving picture book about a little boy who is completely enthralled by mermaids. He does his best to get dressed up as one, making a horrible mess in the process. However, when his abuela finds him and the mess, rather than being upset, she helps him perfect his costume and encourages him to do the things that make him feel happy and excited. All about self-love and passions and how children might express themselves in different ways.
I find some books like this can occasionally feel less like fun stories a child would enjoy and more like a lecture directed at adults who are already familiar with the topic, but this one is a perfect balance. It has a message to share, but the art is wonderful and dynamic, and the story is one a child could enjoy and relate to.
My Dress-Up Darling v1
I’ve had a hard month, so my brother bought me the first book of this as a happy day present because he thought it was funny. It definitely was and I think I’ll pick up the next book, it made me giggle out loud.
This story is about a boy who is learning the art of making traditional hina dolls from his dollmaker grandfather. While he loves the work, and is excited to be ready to work on more than just the clothing, he feels like a misfit for this unusual passion. Things change though when he finds his sewing skills suddenly being called for by a classmate who has her own odd passion -- a video game character that she desperately wants to cosplay. It's very cute, very silly, and is absolutely chock full of fanservice if you enjoy some gratuitous, silly sexiness along with romcom.
Nick and Charlie
Like many people I’ve been enjoying the Heartstopper graphic novel series, and finally picked up this little novella that Oseman had written years ago about a snapshot into Nick and Charlie’s relationship. This novella takes place in the lead up to Nick going off to university — Nick’s excited and Charlie’s anxiety over being left behind or forgotten is at an all time high. It was a very sweet and very quick read, I enjoyed settling down with it.
The Secret of Platform 13
I’ve often heard this book called a clear inspiration behind Harry Potter and have always meant to read it — well, now I finally have! I really enjoyed The Secret of Platform 13 and would highly recommend it to anyone that wants a book that reads like good, old-school, children’s low fantasy. I honestly can’t remember the last time I read a fantasy novel that gave me quite this feeling in a long time.
There is a magical world kept hidden safely away from the mundane world, where humans and magical beings are able to live together in safe and happy harmony. Every few years though, a door between the worlds open for a few days, giving a chance for people to crossover. During one of these moments, the newly born prince is brought over… and kidnapped, disappearing into the mundane world and unable to be rescued before the closing of the door. The magical kingdom waits many anxious years for the door to open once more, so that an intrepid rescue party can be sent out to save the lost, kidnapped prince…
Shaun the Sheep: The Flock Factor // The Beast of Soggy Moor
I really love these little Shaun the Sheep novels, between the art and the silly, cute writing style they really capture all the great things about the show. I had read a few of them a couple years back, and decided to finish off the series.
These books are all about Shaun, the de facto leader of the farm’s sheep flock, who is always coming up with schemes and plots and pranks. Along with him is the rather bumbling sheep flock, always ready for some mischief, Bitzer the overworked sheepdog who is just trying to keep order, and the completely clueless Farmer who manages to get into just as much trouble as his flock.
Stuart Little // The Trumpet of the Swan
I got onto an E. B White kick at the end of the winter holidays, because I have read Charlotte’s Web a hundred times, but haven’t read his other two children’s novels. I will say, I can see why it’s Charlotte’s Web that has really stood the test of time while the other two have become a bit more of a footnote. Both were enjoyable reads, but I wouldn’t bother recommending either unless someone really wanted a classic children’s novel to read.
The Trumpet of the Swan is about a trumpeter swan who is born without a voice. Determined to find ways to communicate, Louis goes through a variety of adventures, in which he befriends a human boy, learns how to print, is gifted a trumpet, gets employed at a summer camp, and even saves his love from a zoo. There’s some bits I really like, but then there’s other bits that don’t quite sit right, especially towards the end. It’s a mixed bag in my opinion.
Stuart Little I found particularly disappointing, especially because I assumed it would be like the film that came out in the aughts. Instead, Stuart Little is more episodic than possessing an overarching story, in which the mouse Stuart, born to a human family, goes through a series of odd misadventures that a mouse can get into. Once again, I found the ending weird… E. B. White just has a kind of weird fixation about love and I don’t love how it’s expressed in these children’s books. It feels out of place and frankly uninteresting. Honestly, I’d rather just rewatch the movie.
#book review#book reviews#queer lit#e b white#trumpet of the swan#stuart little#shaun the sheep#nick and charlie#alice oseman#heartstopper#grandmaster of demonic cultivation#mdzs#my father's dragon#early man#aardman#elmer and the dragon#the dragons of blueland#the secret of platform 13#i think our son is gay#my dress up darling#manga#kidlit#kid books#kid novels#julian is a mermaid#queer books
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hello everyone! i'm linny (he/him, 26, est) and i'll be playing theodore here, as well as @kaialawson! i'm a little tardy to the party, but i'm here and i'm super excited to get to get to know everyone and their muses. underneath the cut you'll find all of teddy's background information, stats, and some connection ideas! if you're interested in plotting, just drop a like and i'll shoot you a message!
B A S I C S
full name: theodore song. nicknames: theo, teddy. gender: cis man. pronouns: he/him. sexuality: pansexual. age: 30 date of birth: october 3rd, 1993. zodiac sign: libra. birthplace: brooklyn, new york. current location: jongno, seoul, south korea. residence: share house in bukchon hanok village. occupation: free lance artist and physical trainer. languages spoken: english, korean.
A P P E A R A N C E
faceclaim: matthew kim (bm). height: 6’3. build: muscular and toned. eyes: brown. hair: naturally dark brunette. piercings: standard earlobe piercings. tattoos: none. other distinguishing features: n/a. style: casual and comfortable.
P E R S O N A L I T Y
traits: (+) creative, humorous, friendly, loyal , affectionate. (-) finicky, eccentric, too friendly, jealous, clingy. mental health: good standing. physical health: great physical shape. likes: art, museums, literature, parties, working out, traveling. dislikes: intolerant people, rude people, bullies, organized religion. fears: death. phobias: the dark. hobbies: sculpting, painting, drawing, photography, reading, hiking, working out. skills: cooking, art, tbd. quirks: rubbing the back of his neck, snorting when amused or annoyed, being handsy and touchy with his closest friends.
F A V O R I T E S
ice cream flavour: strawberry. time of the day / night: early morning. weather: fall weather. breakfast food: eggs, bacon, pancakes dinner food: pizza, anything with meat. colours: blue, purple, black. music: flo, ayra starr, iu, park hyoshin, beyonce, twice, jay-z, j. cole, doechii, ariana grande, harry styles, troye sivan.
M I S C E L A N E O U S
a cherished item: a photo of himself, his younger sibling and his parents. first love ( celeb crush ): iu / keke palmer / chad michael murray. usual mood: happy. 1 thing they want to do / experience before they die: have an art exhibit.
B I O
Growing up without parents is something that no one should have to suffer through, but unfortunately for Theodore, he had no choice. When he was eight years old, his parents were taken from him too soon, due to a drunk driving accident. He himself was in the car along with them, but fortunately he wasn’t harmed in the collision apart from a few scrapes and bruises here and there. Despite being so young when he lost his parents, he remembers them with crystal clear accuracy. He was very close to his parents, especially his mother. He was what people would normally call a mama’s boy.
Unlike a lot of boys who cling to their fathers while growing up, Teddy found himself clinging to his mother instead. He formed a special bond with her that people couldn’t really understand and after a while stopped trying to understand. He spent a lot of time with her during the first six years of his life. She was an art school teacher, and she would bring him along with her to work, which was the jumping off point for his love of art. Everything he knows about art today stems from watching her teach her classes, and while he couldn’t really comprehend everything she was saying back then, he was exposed to it quite early, which made it easier for him to adjust to art and all its forms when he started to really study it.
When he was just a few years old, his parents had another baby. He was excited to have a younger sibling, one that he could take care of and have a strong bond with. His little sibling had a love for art as well, and that was something they both bonded over. Even though they were both very young, it was very obvious that the both of them wanted to be artists in some way, shape or form. Their mother surrounded them with art and they both took to it like fish to water. His younger sibling was incredibly close to him, and he loved the bond that the two of them shared. Despite the difference in their ages, they were practically best friends who did everything together.
When their parents passed away, the two of them were forced to separate from one another. They weren’t given a choice in the matter because they were so young. Almost immediately his sibling was adopted and he was placed in foster care, something that he hated with every fiber of his being. The foster family he lived with drove him absolutely crazy. They were diehard Catholics and always tried to enforce their views and religious values onto him, which he had no choice but to accept when he was growing up. As he grew older, the more they tried to force religion onto him, the more he rejected it. By the time he was twelve or thirteen years of age, he had already come to the conclusion that he would not follow through with any religion once he came of age. The idea of organized religion had already been tainted for him, and he no longer wanted anything to do with it anymore. Despite his conclusion that he wouldn’t affiliate himself with any religions anymore, his foster parents forced him to attend bible study, Sunday school and even made him participate in the church’s art classes for children. Although that was something he didn’t really mind in the slightest. Being a part of the church’s art class had somewhat revitalized the love he had for art when he was a little kid, and he found himself looking forward for church every Sunday, because that meant he got to do what he loved.
As soon as he turned eighteen, Teddy set off on his search for his younger sibling, wanting to find them and reconnect with them. His foster parents hadn’t allowed him to do so while he was growing up, but now that he was legal and officially out from under their thumb, he knew there was nothing they could do to stop him from looking for his lost sibling. His search for his kin led him to South Korea, where his parents grew up. Upon finding his sibling and reconnecting with them, he also fell in love with the country. It was the exact change of scenery that he needed and had given him a new incentive to continue on with his art.
These days, Theodore works as a freelance artist and when he’s not making money doing commissions and projects for people here and there, he makes a living being a personal trainer. He hopes to someday kick off his career as a professional, full time artist, but until then, he’s happy having it as a side job and hobby.
C O N N E C T I O N S
his younger sibling: self explanatory, i'll probably send in a wc to the main for this one, but if you're interested and have a muse that fits or you want to bring in a muse in the future that might fit, just let me know!
ex ( multiple ): teddy is a lover through and through, so it's not surprising that he's had a few relationships here and there. some lasting longer than others.
fwb ( multiple ): a guy's got needs, and this person never fails to fulfill them whenever he calls on them and vice versa.
inspo: teddy's made art pieces about / for this person before.
best friend / platonic soulmate: the peanut butter to teddy's jelly. the patrick to teddy's spongebob. the milk to teddy's cereal.
bad influence: teddy, despite his appearance, is a lot sweeter and soft than he appears to be. this person is the one that talks him into tapping into his not so nice side. he's been taken advantage of for his kindness before, and this person is tired of seeing people use teddy like that.
tug-of-war: these two go back and forth. one minute they're going on outings and dates and are all cuddled up, then the next they're arguing and fussing. a hot and cold type of relationship that teddy can't seem to get out of. they care for each other, but whenever they try to be anything more than friends, it falls apart.
practically roommates ( multiple ): teddy has his own place and his own roommate, but these two are always hanging out at each other's places. teddy really enjoys their company and vice versa.
note: if you can't find anything to your liking here, we can always brainstorm!
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clone high oc + self insert information dump :]
jimmy h, known mostly as jimmy // clone son of jimi hendrix
goes by jimmy not jimi ( same sound, diff spelling to stand out from clone father )
went parachuting because his clone father was a paratrooper in the 101st airborne division at one point ( hated it )
he’s well liked by british clones of musicians from their clone father’s era ( think john lennon, eric clapton, etc )
^^ i think it would be a neat gimmick if british people esp ladies were fond of him in general. brit magnet.
jimmy is a cis man, uses he/they pronouns without preference, sexuality wise i haven’t decided quite yet. I think i’ll leave them unlabeled
^^ one of jimi’s song lyrics was continuously misheard as “‘scuse me as I kiss this guy” fun fact. also he wld sing this incorrect version live on occasion & fllw it with a fake makeout session. did u know? lol
jimmy is a deep sleeper and has interesting dreams similarly to their clone father. i think he keeps a written record of all the dreams he can remember, just for fun
he’s deff the type of guy to go “this reminds me of this one dream i had”
1st gen clone
i do think they’d follow in their clone father’s footsteps as a musician ^_^
richard “richie” pyror // clone son of richard pyror
has a huge soft spot for animals much like his clone father, I think he’d own a dog or two
huge class clown but hasn’t seriously considered a career in comedy. he has a very blunt humor but it’s still clever and it often makes you think to get the joke
2nd gen clone
i think he’d be more of an actor than an actual comedian. deff joined the school’s theater troupe btw. he’s a funny actor but he doesn’t want to do stand up
richie uses he/him pronouns and identifies as straight 🙏 subject to change but i think he’s cishet
he’s a very clever & witty person in general
very expressive in the face
i think he’s actually a chick magnet bc funny guys always get babes it’s a real phenomenon please believe me!!
uses richie as a nickname to stand out from clone father but rlly doesn’t mind being called richard
jean-michel basquiat // clone son of jean-michel basquiat ( second clone high self insert of mine )
fully goes by his clone father’s name, doesn’t mind being viewed as him bc he’s confident in his own character
does go by “johnny” / “johnny-boy” as a nicknames ( jean is pronounced similarly to john so it fits still ) but they’re not necessarily his preferred name
was hit by a car once like his clone father ( too busy on his phone to notice it coming ) ( embarrassing memory )
2nd gen clone
pals with debbie harry ( she likes his art! ) we do not speak of Andy warhol currently.
does street graffiti mostly inspired by the human body, sketch book is full of anatomy and natural poses. rlly big on the beauty of human form
currently speaks french & english; occasionally jots down notes in franglais
there’s probably a clone high friend group consisting of clone children of the infamous 27 club.. and he is a part of it. i am srry. like imagine being a clone and having ur clone father die so young. imagine approaching that age.. that’s gotta be scary, u need a coping group for that.
jean-michel uses he/him prns & probably neos since he’s new gen. i think he’d be queer generally like he wldn’t use any specific labels just queer.
rlly science smart ^_^
ella baker // clone daughter of ella baker
no differentiation between her name and her clone mom’s name
valedictorian of her class :)
sort of unknown, but prefers to be in the “background” of life much like her clone mother; would rather work behind the scenes
friends with harriet & frida even though she’s a 1st gen clone, she finds them to be nice
always “knows a guy” for every situation, i just think that gimmick is funny
i’ll develop more later + I think she’ll get glasses
she/her prns, i think she’d be a lesbian also. but that’s just me.
arthur “artie” ashe // clone son of arthur ashe
cis guy, he/him + “straight”,, rlly bisexual just unaware
has a man crush on Ryan Reynolds n also Nick Jonas don’t ask. me why don’t ask. and also jude bellingham. he thinks it’s normal
2nd gen clone
his adoptive father raises him alone btw no mother
still into tennis like his clone father, i think he’d get agitated whenever ppl make fun of the sport 😭🙏
also talented at soccer! but mostly focused on tennis.
glasses wearer.
pretty chill ^_^ 2nd gen clone
jeanie clisson // clone daughter of jeanne de clisson
works summers on cruise ships!
pirates movies online once new gen clones teach her how ( she’s 1st gen )
her name is jeanie but don’t make genie jokes she’ll actually kill you
i think she’d be a more masculine woman ( i’m not sure if butch is entirely appropriate to use though ) and she’d have muscles & wld work out. cld probably bench press jfk /hj
has an attack dog named smth sweet like “cupcake” lol. & also wrestles for the girl’s wrestling team
she/her pronouns, cis woman, don’t bother talking to her if ur a man ( “my clone mother only pirated because of a man. i pirate because i’m badass” )
it wld be funny if joan or marilyn ( CLONES THE CLONES ) fell for her
thea dexter // clone daughter of timothy dexter
trans woman, she/her, idk her sexuality yet
has insane luck just like her clone father, i think she’d be able to find money on the ground rlly easily
1st gen clone
makes capitalism work for her. a lot of her get rich quick schemes should NOT work but they DO <\3 probably runs a minor pyramid scheme /JOKE maybe. probably. but she does do get rich quick schemes
gandhi wld deff fall for her get rich quick plots n it wldn’t work out for him just for her
topher wld be like “as a cishet white man I recognize my privilege over you, a trans woman” and she’d be like “if you feel so bad just pay me” and it’s a running gag I think. that every time topher sees thea he gives her a dollar or two.
do not let this bitch onto the internet SHE’S GOING TO SCAM PEOPLE. /hj
josephine “josie” baker // clone daughter of josephine baker ( my 1st clone high self insert )
cis woman she/her bisexual
had a thing with frida at one point ( inspired by her clone mother ) ( they’re still friends after the break up and do once a month ex “dates” for fun )
shares a soft spot for animals with richie ^_^ her adoptive mother is a zoologist too, which helps, her adoptive father is a stay at home dad
loves cheetah print ( faux fur ofc )
dating joan hahahahahahaa!
she owns a cat named chiquita.. wld like more pets but can’t have more
more of a actor & singer than a dancer or comedienne, super funny but only situationally, not rlly into stand up. can dance but not rlly a dancer person, her passions rlly lie in singing
2nd gen clone also
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♱ DIABOLIK LOVERS: Haunted Dark Bridal ー Sakamaki Ryuuto | Maniac 04 ♱
⌜ Scene: School Entrance ⌟
Teacher: You should be sure to put your name down by Friday. They will each hold introductory meetings throughout the week.
Be sure not to miss them.
Yui: Understood!
ー The teacher walks off. ー
( I can’t believe they have clubs here! Most people that attend night schools are important, and busy during the day… )
( I didn’t think they’d have the time for club activities. I’m glad, though! )
Pwah... Let’s see.
English conversation, baseball, swimming, light music, calligraphy…
( Sakamaki Reiji has his name down for chemistry club. )
( And Sakamaki Ayato wants to join up to the school’s basketball team? Even they got roped into joining up… Meaningーー )
Ryuuto-san will be joining a club too.
( I think I know just which one he’ll decide on! )
ー Yui scribbles her name down onto the board, then she quickly runs off. The scene changes to the Art Rooms. ー
Yui: The Art Club!
( I didn’t see him on the list yet, but I was the first on it! There’s little chance he’ll miss out. )
Good evening. Is anyone here?
I’m Komori Yui, here for the Art Club meeting.
… …
I must have gotten here a little too early for orientation.
ー She sits down in one of the chairs. ー
( Maybe I should get familiar with the equipment while I wait! )
ー Yui pulls out some equipment. ー
But… what to paint…
━─┉┈◈ Time Skip ◈┈┉─━
Yui: A~nd… Done!
Pwah… It’s been one whole hour!?
( I guess time really does fly when you’re having fun. )
( And I guess my mind wandered, because I paintedーー )
Ryuuto: Is that supposed to be me?
Yui: Eek…! R-Ryuuto-san!
H-How long have you been standing there!?
Ryuuto: From the moment you began painting.
Yui: Eeh?
( So he was watching me this whole time… )
Ryuuto: I didn’t want to interrupt your sudden creative spark.
Yui: Uu… You could have at least said hello.
Ryuuto: And, who is this here, with me in the painting?
Yui: Eeh…?
Oh! In the background? That’s the beautiful woman from most of your paintings!
Ryuuto: Aah, Mother.
Yui: Mother!?
( That’s been Ryuuto-san’s mother all along!? There’s no way… )
Ryuuto: Where do you think I get these eyes from, hm?
Yui: Now that you mention it…
( I guess it should’ve been obvious. )
Ryuuto: Well… I’m flattered to see that you can’t seem to get me out of your head, even when you’re seemingly completely alone.
Even someone like you, with such little skill in this area, managed to clearly capture my good looks. How flattering.
Yui: ( When it comes down to it, he’s really full of himself… )
━─┉┈◈ Selection ◈┈┉─━
❈ Actually...
Yui: ( If I admit it, it’ll just go even more to his head. )
Well, actually… The man in the painting isn’t you, Ryuuto.
In fact, I thought about your Father, Richter-san, while I was painting.
Ryuuto: … …
Yui: He is handsome enough to paint, don’t you think?
… …
( Maybe I went a little too far with this… )
❈ You’re good inspiration ⎨❤︎⎬
Yui: ( I suppose there’s no point in denying it… )
I thought Ryuuto-san made for great inspiration.
Ryuuto: Fufu, charming.
Though, if you had only asked, I would have happily modelled for you, instead of having you rely on your memory. It’s decent, nonetheless.
Yui: Aah, I’m happy you like it!
━━─┉┈┈◈◉◈┈┈┉─━━
Ryuuto: Inspiration aside… It is almost worthy of hanging.
Yui: You think so…? You’d hang something I painted?
( For some reason, that makes me very happy! )
Ryuuto: It’s probably best suited for my bedroom, if anywhere.
Hmm… It’s a shame it just won’t do, though.
ー Ryuuto picks up a paintbrush. ー
Yui: Eeh? “Won’t do”?
Ryuuto: Not at all. Not with Her…
Yui: …!
ー Ryuuto sudden begins to paint over Yui’s work. ー
Yui: W-Wait! What are you doing!?
Ryuuto: Covering it, obviously. You’re going to start afresh.
ー He continues to cover it over. ー
Yui: But wait! I like it!
Ryuuto: … …There.
Now, you are going to paint as I instruct, and only as I instruct. I will be your sole inspiration for this new piece, understand?
Yui: …!
So mean…
Ryuuto: Tut, tut. You should be grateful that I am showing you how to do this.
Come on, pick up that paintbrush once more.
Yui: So long as you don’t erase my work this time…
Ryuuto: If you follow my direction carefully, there will be no need for that.
Yui: Hmp…
Ryuuto: It might even hang in your room, for you to always admire. And, you may even paint yourself as well, this time.
Yui: I suppose there is, at least, some silver lining…
Ryuuto: Exactly. Now… Let us begin with priming the canvasーー
✥ TO BE CONTINUED ✥
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the top button of a shirt left undone. a deep ache to feel like you belong. willingly stepping into your own cage. replacing love with a one night stand. sneaking a botte of wine under your jacket. a lost sense of wonder. stains of lipstick on your neck. falling just before the finish line. doing as you’re told. forgetting to eat. leaving before the other wakes up.
stats.
full name : adam ivar gustafsson
age : twenty seven
birthday : july 20th
nationality : swedish
gender / pronouns : cis man, he / him
sexual orientation : pansexual
occupation : servant for the swedish royal family
languages spoken : swedish, english, basic danish
misc.
scars : small bright spots on his knees from landing on gravel while falling off a horse as a child, one faint white line on the knuckle of his left thumb from carving wood, an unevenness to his nose after having it broken and set back into place
sleeping habits : 6 - 7 hours, preferably with nathaniel. mumbles in his sleep
emotional stability : easily broken down, too stubborn to admit it's a problem
alcohol use : regular
zodiac sign : cancer sun, taurus moon, leo rising
alignment : neutral good
positive traits : loyal, honest, playful when it's allowed
negative traits : stubborn, cynical, skittish
habits : bounces his leg when sitting, picks at his nails, sometimes hums when he's working
hobbies : reading and writing ( poorly )
fears : abandonment, thunder and lightning, the dark
favourite weather : post-rain sunshine
favourite colour : lilac
favourite food : new potatoes and salmon
favourite beverage : tea and wine
favourite animal : dogs
tracklist : achilles come down ( gang of youths ), marjorie ( taylor swift ), all i've ever known ( hadestown ), that funny feeling ( phoebe bridgers version ), i can see you ( taylor swift )
biography.
tw: death and murder
you were born to not be seen. you’re raised to not take up space. you blend into the surrounding scenery until you are needed for something, and just as fast as the snap of fingers or the wave of a hand asked you for help, you disappear into the background again once the task is complete. it's drilled into you that you must learn your place, and you do it very well.
you often find yourself helping your father with his job as a servant for the swedish royals when you’re able. you learn how to work a broom, how to best care for an apple tree, how to carry several pints at once without spilling a drop. you’re endearing, you’re sweet, your cheeks are pinched, you’re just like your father and you take much pride in it. you know nothing of what the world has in store for you. you’re curious about your surroundings. your older sister teaches you how to ride a horse, and together you sneak off when everybody else is asleep for midnight adventures filled with made up stories of bravery and happily ever afters while you imagine such lives for yourselves. you pick bouquets of dandelions and gift them to your mother who keeps it a secret from you that they are weeds. you’re taught how to skip rocks, but instead of throwing them you keep them in a keepsake box under your bed. you find yourself out in the courtyard: the moon has slivered down to a shard and you didn’t know of any constellations so you made up your own and named them after the people who love you.
you’re happy. you’re amongst friends. the cooks at the castle offer you apple slices to keep you around, always excited about your presence and the nonsense stories of made up bravery you tell. you keep them company as you grow up in front of their eyes. they still see you as a chid, their chid, and the taste of apples remind you of love.
you fall in love several times a week. not being caught becomes one of your favourite games. hushed laughter and unbuttoned shirts is a regular occurrence. every melody in the world belongs to you.
then, things change.
your mother becomes sick, and soon thereafter she passes. your older sister is quick to join her. you and your father alike are struck with insurmountable grief. for you, it means you stop getting out of bed in the mornings. for him, it means he can no longer perform as well in regards to his work as he used to. the swedish king takes notice, and it is dealt with swiftly. your father joins your mother and your sister, and you are left to fill his shoes. you try to wish yourself dead in hopes of seeing your family again but it does not work.
you stay alive, you keep your two younger siblings fed. your hands shake, but only when no one is watching. you do not have the time to grieve. you occupy yourself with polishing, pouring, boiling tealeaves and doing as you’re told. at night you drink yourself warm. flowers still bloom, stars still sparkle, and you are blind to all of it. you find yourself curling on your bed as you had once been cradled by your parents.
when the king is murdered by his very own advisor, you do not say a word. you do not try to prevent it, you do not run for help. you lock the door and you avert your eyes, but you cannot do the same with your ears. your reward is to keep your position, and so, you're brought along to scotland. you try and use the change of scenery as a fresh start. during the day you do your best to shine a decent enough light on sweden, and at night you collapse into the beds of strangers to keep your mind from drifting towards the past you're trying to forget.
you fall into the arms of a woman with as many coils as a snake and in return she lands you a broken nose and a belief that this is how you ought to be treated. it is only with the help of a friend that you manage to release yourself from her honey coated claws. out of her arms, you fall into his - but this is different. his hands do not pull you in to push you away once he grows bored and finds something more interesting, and before you even know what's happening you've fallen in love with your best friend.
relationships.
nathaniel : love of his whole life :-)
ilja balogh : best friend
ivar olofsson : coworker, friend
elif kaya : friend
iggy adamsdotter : pet chicken
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The Beast Within: A Gabriel Knight Mystery
The Beast Within: A Gabriel Knight Mystery from 1995 is the second Gabriel Knight adventure game, developed by Sierra and written and designed by Jane Jensen. The first was Gabriel Knight: Sins of the Fathers
The most obvious change from the first game is that the pixel art graphics style has been replaced with Full motion video using live action footage of actors against 3D backgrounds. Unlike pixel art graphic adventure games, this is not a style that has seen much of revival (partly because it’s expensive) and makes this game seem very much of its time. Many of the FMV games from the 90s craze for the medium are not beloved either.
I won’t lie and say The Beast Within looks great today. The FMVs have a low resolution and are very grainy, as do the sprites of the characters outside of it. There is some dodgy CGI too. The end result looks like a 90s tv show uploaded to youtube in low quality.
Yet The Beast Within is in my opinion one of the FMV games that stand the test of time. And that is both due to gameplay and story.
For one thing, it’s actually a fairly traditional point-and-click adventure game, except the cutscenes and the character sprites are live action footage of actual actors, instead of animations. The FMV craze sometimes took the form of “interactive movies” in the mode of Dragon’s Lair, and didn’t have much actual gameplay. But The Beast Within is a fully fledged adventure game.
And it’s a good one. There is some pixel-hunting, but much less so than the first game, because this time the cursor changes to indicate an interactable hotspot. There are no complex system of verb commands either. The puzzles felt largely fair and reasonable, and I didn’t have to rely on hints much. And as far as I can tell, there are no dead-ends. There are sequences where you can die, but you are given the option to retry them from a checkpoint with no penalty. As far as gameplay goes, this is a pretty good adventure game that cuts down on the bullshit that especially Sierra perpetuated in the genre’s earlier days.
The story is the star in most adventure games, and this is no exception. I love the story of The Beast Within, despite its flaws.
It helps that the acting in the FMVs is far above the general reputation of FMV games. These actors are overall legit good and I don’t feel they hinder the story being told. If the acting is arguably bad sometimes it’s the good kind of “bad” acting: overacting. And it’s a gothic werewolf horror story, such camp fits the tone.
The game of course stars Gabriel Knight once again. He is now living in the castle of his ancestors, the Ritter family, in Bavaria. And he gets asked by the locals to investigate a series of murders, that seem to be committed by a werewolf. This being a horror game, it’s of course actually a werewolf. Once his friend Grace Nakimura learns about this, she decides to fly over to Bavaria from New Orleans to help, against Gabriel’s wishes. Grace is a playable character now, alternating with Gabriel. They conduct parallel investigations into the werewolf case.
Gabriel tries to find the werewolf killer in the present, and investigates the murders to find the killer. While Grace investigates the past, doing mainly historical research that she hopes will help identify the present-day werewolf.
It’s interesting how this game handles the idea of two American investigators working in a country in which they don’t entirely understand the language. Most of the game’s dialogue is in english, but there is a surprising amount of german. More than you expect from an American production. They got a translator to translate relevant dialogue by Jane Jensen into German, so it’s understandable. And especially with Gabriel, who barely knows any german (Grace has more basic knowledge and can form sentences), you get the sense of them being in a foreign country. They come across educated and/or younger people that speak fluent English, other german characters don’t and they’re stuck trying to figure it out. The pronunciation by the actors is however variable and heavily depends on the actor. Some are actual germans or have basic pronunciation knowledge, some clearly don’t. I appreciate the effort though, which does give some versmillitude to the game’s setting.
The roles of Gabriel and Grace have been recast. A decision which I understand. The original Gabriel Knight voice, Tim Curry doesn’t look anything like Gabriel Knight, even if his voice is the definitive one. And Leah Remini is not Japanese-American, like Grace is.
And the new actors give different takes, but ones which largely work. Dean Erickson plays a more awkward and less confident Gabriel than Curry’s in the first game. Perhaps he is humbled by his past experiences, and he is clearly not entirely comfortable in this new country in which he does not speak the language. It’s surprisingly endearing.
Joanne Takahashi as Grace is also fine. She is more let down by the writing than her actual acting skills. She is likeable enough, Grace is still the charismatic character I loved in the first game. But there is some really awkward character writing for her in a vain attempt to further the Gabriel/Grace relationship. It’s meant to be bickering friends who secretly love each other. And she is this tsundere character who says she hates Gabriel but actually loves him, and proves it by going to great lengths to help him.
But Gabriel and Grace don’t interact much in this game. Gabriel deliberately keeps her distant from his investigation and later justifies it with wanting to protect her, and it’s just annoying as she clearly could be very helpful to him. Grace on her part has this truly embarrassing bitchy jealousy drama with Gerde, a woman who Grace thinks is having sex with Gabriel but she actually isn’t. It’s pointless and the worst part of this game’s writing by far.
Yet there are far more interesting parts of this game’s writing that make me actually love it.
I’m gonna spoil the reveal of who the werewolf is, because it’s obvious from the moment the character enters the story. The story saves the reveal for the beginning of chapter 6, the game’s final chapter, but it’s obvious from the get-go. And I need to reveal it to discuss Gabriel’s storyline properly.
It’s Friedrich von Glower, the leader of an aristocratic hunting club. He is very well played by actor Peter Lucas. He portrays him with both charm and menace, and his dark-haired features are perfect for the part. He is a charismatic presence that dominates the game. The performance does however make it very obvious that he is a werewolf. Yet he is a fascinating character, and a large part of what makes this game so appealing.
Werewolves in this game are immortal. They can be killed, but can live on for centuries otherwise. Grace’s research reveals his extensive backstory stretching back to the 1700s. In the present day, Von Glower has used his experiences as a werewolf to develop a pseudo-darwinian philosophy about how humans will become stronger by getting in touch with their basic animal instincts that modern civilization suppresses. The members of his hunting club are all rich and basically use this philosophy to become better capitalists or lawyers by being ruthless in their actions. It’s a perfect ideology for these rich people, as it justifies them doing terrible things to earn more money.
Yet that’s not the purpose of the philosophy for Von Glower. He is lonely as an immortal werewolf. He wants a companion to join him, and has tried throughout the centuries to find that person. It’s clearly not just friendship he is after, it is romantic and sexual companionship. He is also either gay or bi, and tries to find that companion in other men. The purpose of the club with its philosophy is to prepare a person to be turned by Von Glower and become his werewolf companion.
Grace’s research into his past reveal that he once loved and turned the king of Bavaria Ludwig II. This lead to Ludwig’s suicide after over a decade of suffering.
Once von Glower meets Gabriel, it is love at first sight. He is overly friendly to Gabriel considering they just met and is clearly flirtatious. It’s obvious that he has designs upon Gabriel. And Gabriel seems to genuinely return his affections in some way, even if it is not as openly erotic as it is from von Glower’s side. Gabriel at least is receptive to his flirting. It’s perhaps platonic, but he clearly quickly comes to trust von Glower. Von Glower is obviously a sinister werewolf from the minute he enters the story, yet Gabriel seems oblivious. Is he in love? Maybe.
There is also Von Zell, who was the sole member of Von Glower’s hunting club that he choose to turn. Yet he was dumped by Von Glower after Von Zell’s turned out too violent and strange for Friedrich’s tastes. Now he plays the role of the bitter ex-boyfriend, fiercely jealous of Gabriel.
The Gabriel/Friedrich love story speaks to the themes of the series very well. Gabriel’s story in the first game was about his struggle with his baser instincts. He starts as a lust-driven womanizer, and he has to develop into a “schattenjäger”, a brave fighter against supernatural evil. And now von Glower represents a new temptation for Gabriel to abandon his duty to fight against evil and fall back into his lust-driven ways. Werewolves is a good fit for that kind of themes. Except, the temptation is queer this time around.
This type of story is of course homophobic on some level. The queer character is a villain who must die in the ending. Yet Von Glower is somewhat sympathetic in his loneliness and his feelings for Gabriel seem to be genuine. He is a complex villain, and the relationship between him and Gabriel is complex and engaging. It’s no more homophobic than your average queer monster horror story, and us queer folk often appreciate those despite their flaws.
And this is a story that speaks to me beyond the queer themes. I love German history. And you get to dig into it in this game. In the first game, Grace’s function is that she would do research on Gabriel’s request and then present her findings the next day. And now that you get to play as her, you get to do that research yourself.
I’ll grant that other people might find her parts of the game exposition-heavy. It’s literally reading book chapters at some points or interviewing people for more exposition. But I find werewolves and the Bavarian king Ludwig II to be fascinating subjects. So I was greatly entertained by all this. It’s part of why I found this game’s story so rich.
Ludwig II was gay or bi in real life, and so it makes sense tying him into this game with a bisexual werewolf (who was Ludwig’s boyfriend and who turned the king), as silly as that sounds. It works. His struggles with being turned into a werewolf by von Glower ends up being mirrored by Gabriel’s relationship with von Glower in the present day.
And the game includes the other fascinating bits of Ludwig’s life, such as his extravagant castles and his relations with Richard Wagner. The game lets you explore Neuschwanstein and try to find the score for a lost opera by Wagner concerning werewolves. It’s so fun if you are interested like I am. And you get to hear parts of that fictional opera and the composer Robert Holmes does do a decent Wagner imitation, albeit with a synthesized orchestra. The music overall is good, but it stands in the shadow of this fake Wagner opera. It’s so many interests of mine converging at once.
That is why I love The Beast Within. It is not a perfect video game. The game’s writing and presentation is definitely flawed. Yet there are many virtues. It’s a solid point-and-click adventure that tells a campy but well-written queer werewolf story that takes on German history and culture in an intelligent way.
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Ok so I translated Kelly's interview that was just posted here. It took me way too long to be honest, but please excuse any grammar errors, I've worked more than 9 hours today and I'm tired lol. Please read because this whole interview is so contradicting with all of her actions of the past year or so.
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Kelly Piquet is known to be Max Verstappen's girlfriend, but mostly she is a mother and model. Her Dutch roots appear in her down-to-earthness: 'For me, being in balance is the key to everything.'
Recently Kelly Piquet signed a modelcontract with Micha Models/Talent Motherhood, a renowned bureau which also represents succesful models like Maartje Verhoeven and Bregje Heinen.
Kelly says writing down her signature was 'a proud moment'.
'During the first conversation with Micha Models, I knew I was in a good place, I agreed with their vision. Micha sees someones potential better than anyone else.' This is why signing the contract was a big deal for Kelly. 'It's the start of getting to know each other and discovering ways that please both parties. We call this learning to dance together, and I can't wait to see what's next.'
I definitly prefer to be in the background - Kelly Piquet
Eventhough Kelly has Dutch roots, English is her main language. Half her family lives in The Netherlands and she used to spent a lot of time there. 'I have fantastic memories of The Netherlands and I'm always super excited to go back. To be honest, I don't speak the language very well, but I'm able to follow a conversation and of course I know all the naughty words, haha!'
Kelly's interest in modelling was - Kelly's father is Brazilian driver Nelson Piquet - sparked because of her mother, Sylvia Tamsma, who was a succesful model in the 80's.
'As a child I was very impressed by my mothers fotoshoots in magazines. Every time she showed me a picture, I would think: that is so cool, I hope to get the same chance one day.'
Kelly Piquet graduated from New York Marymount Manhatten College in 2011, she holds a bachelor in International Relations & Affairs. She lives in Monaco, together with Max Verstappen and her daughter from a past relationship, where she works as a health & wellness coach. Having an own career, interests and passions are very important to her: 'that defines you as a person. I constantly try to grow and I'm always up to learning new things. Curiousity is what keeps life interesting.' Her priority lies with taking care of her daughter. 'You always have to think about, and work on yourself to be happy. Only then can I show happiness to my daughter en give that to her. Supporting Max and working on my own projects gives me extra power.'
One of Kelly's passions is sports. And yes, she says, she usually works out together with Max and his trainer. 'I enjoy working out and staying fit. I don't have a perticular goal I want to achieve, except being healthy.' Obviously she sometimes needs to put herself in the mood to work out. She has a piece of advice you should never forget: 'Always push trough. You will feel amazing after. This is import to me, besides the fact that working out helpes me clear my head.'
Kelly is relaxed about her appearance. She is at her most beautiful when she's natural, she barely had any make-up on for the MIRROR MIRROR shoot. 'For me being in balance is the key to everything. Altough I enjoy styling myself and doing my hair and make-up myself, I also have no issues with going out without wearing make-up in a simple t-shirt and jeans. I feel pretty then aswell. Your personality and charisma are what make you beautiful. Then, you're able to rock whatever you're wearing.'
Standing out to be standing out, like by being Max Verstappen's girlfriend, is not in her nature. When Max gloriously won in Zandvoort and received a trophy afterwards, Kelly watched the cermony from a modest distance. Altough the camera was able to zoom in on her, she prefers to be in the background. 'I'm an introvert-extrovert person, you know. I love meeting knew people and I would describe myself as confident. But sometimes certain events can be overwhelming and I definitely prefer to stay back, especially when it's not about me.'
Being a person of interest and being well-known for social media brings responsibility, says Kelly. 'Every day you find yourself in a position to inspire people. But people don't see what happens behind the scenes, what can lead to misunderstandings, which is upsetting.'
The shoot with Kelly took place in the South of France, at a waterfall surrounded by rocks and crystal clear water. 'A magical location', says Kelly. 'It's very adventurous to get there. My team and I had to walk a difficult route to get there. I instantly fell in love with the place. Because of this location I immediately was in a good vibe as a model, I felt powerful and feminine. The place is so special that I shared a sneak peak trough Instagram with friends and followers (1 million followers). Loads of them told me that they wanted to go there themselves. I find it fantastic to share such moments.'
Kelly emphasizes that doing model-work is an important step in her career. 'To take things to the next level, you need a team that not only believes in you, but also takes care of every aspect of your work and image.' She says about the role of Micha Models. 'You need someone who can guide you trough this industry. Micha Models has an incredible track record of that.'
As thank you 🙏🏻
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When life interrupts, chapter 25
"You will be happy in your new house, together with Patrick and Robert." Martha said, kissing Cora’s cheek.
They were standing at the airport. It was time for Martha to go back home. Cora felt already lost, although the relationship with her mother had always been strange, she felt better with her around. Especially now she and Robert were in a weird place. They bought the house, but Robert wasn't really present. He spent a lot of hours in the office. When he came home it was late and he went straight to bed. He said Cora could make all the design choices.
Her mother had found the house, and Cora was surprised her mother knew what she liked. The area was perfect, and the house was something she could only have dreamt of. But why was she feeling this uneasy about everything. Cora let out a deep sigh and looked at her mother. "Thank you for coming. I truly appreciate it."
"I am sorry I have to miss Rosamund’s wedding. It would have been fun being present at a real English wedding."
Cora raised her eyebrows. "I am not sure you would have been invited."
"Oh, I know, but I would have invited myself. Well." Martha took Cora’s hands. "Take care and don't forget to communicate with that dreamy man of yours." Martha now proceeded to brush Patrick's cheek, who was in his carrier. "Be nice for your mummy, alright. I have to run, to not miss the flight."
"Thank you, Mama. Have a safe flight." Cora watched how her mother was passing security and when she was out of side.
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"Can we talk?" Robert stepped into his mother’s living room.
Violet looked up from her paper. "Robert, come in." She put her paper down and looked up with a question mark in her eyes. "What do you want to talk about?"
"Cora." Robert said short.
"Oh"
"She and Patrick are coming with me to Barcelona in the first two months of my stay there." He paused for a second to see his mother’s reaction. "Then she will move into our new house. Before I leave, I will sell my apartment, and we will wait with Cora’s house until I am back. She and Patrick need a place to live. I will not stay longer than the 6 months we agreed on, whatever happens, I am going home after that." Robert saw his mother open her mouth, before she could say anything he continued. "I want you to show respect towards Cora. I love her, and I regret how things went, but she is the mother of my child and I want her in my life."
Violet let out a deep breath. "Well, this is the first time you dared to speak to me in that manner. I am not sure what to think of it."
The door to the living room opened and Patrick stepped inside. "Dear, I heard what Robert had to say and I think we have to respect his wishes. Cora is a darling girl, she has a good background and treats Robert with respect. She gave us a wonderful grandson and heir, what else could we wish for?"
Robert gave his father a thankful look.
"A good background? A good background you say?" Violet was steaming. "She is American, her mother is loud and doesn't have any manners and her father was a Jew."
"Ho, Ho, now you are making things up. Martha was indeed louder than we are used to, but she has manners, maybe different than ours, but we cannot compare the English culture with the American. Darling Cora is a great mix and has adapted splendid to our ways here in England."
"Thank you, Papa, and now I will leave. Cora will be back home soon and I want to be there when they come home. I spend way too much time at the office worrying about Barcelona." He got up, kissed his mother on her cheek and shook his father’s hand.
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Cora heard music coming from the living room, when she opened the front door. She got out of her jacket and shoes and walked towards the living room. Robert was standing by her record player, he had put one of her records on it. She recognised the song Pavane from Gabriel Fauré. She walked towards him and softly laid her hand on his lower back. "I did not expect to see you here." She said.
Robert turned towards her, he quickly kissed Patrick's head, he was very content hanging in his carrier against Cora's chest. "I have been distant last week. And I am sorry for that."
Cora looked up at Robert but did not say anything.
"Barcelona kept me occupied and the way Mama is treating you."
Cora laid her hand on Robert's arm. "There is also, something else, isn't there?"
Robert swallowed; Cora knew him too well already.
"It has something to do with your title, you shut me out as soon as we started talking about it."
"The reason we are only left with a title and no estate anymore is my fault." Robert started, he took Cora's hands in his, but did not look at her. He knew he would not be able to finish. "My father wanted me to take over the estate, the software company was just a side business. But I had more interest in the company then the estate. I made some bad investments, and we lost the estate."
"Is he angry at you for that?"
Robert shook his head. "Not my father no."
Patrick started fussing. "I will nurse our little one and put him to bed." Cora said, hoping to start the conversation later on again.
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When Cora came back down, Robert was still in the living room, he was standing next to the window staring outside. Cora wrapped he arms around his waist and laid her head against his shoulder blades. She swayed to the music of Arioso - Robert Schumann. She felt Robert was moving with her, he turned around in her arms and faced her.
"My mother is disappointed in me." he said very softly, while resting his head against Cora's
Cora kept moving on the music, she moved her hands towards his shoulders, but did not say anything.
"She had dreamed from the day I was born, I would be the next Lord of Grantham, owner of Downton Abbey. And I ruined it. Her only hope was for me to marry into money and being able to get the estate back."
"And now you are being stuck with me, with a child out of wedlock."
"I am not stuck with you." Robert stopped his movements and pushed Cora back. "I mean it, I am not. I love you." He touched Cora's chin with his fingertips, he than laid his whole hand on her cheek and kissed her. "You make me happy and that is all that matters."
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What I’m trying to say is, what type of personality and voice would you portray each character?
The characters I’ve been introduced to are:
Fuyuhiko
Teruteru
Hiyoko
Monaca
Yayoi
If you would give a brief description of their personality and how they would sound like (or voice claims, which basically means that character would sound like this actor/character), that would be really helpful!
— Midge
Oh! I think I understand it now.
Fuyuhiko: Back in hopespeak he was pretty stand-offish and kind of rude to others around him. Social interaction wasn't exactly his forte. The only people he felt any sort of connection was Peko and his sister. That was till he met Teru. When they spoke to each other for the first time, Fuyuhiko felt more relaxed and less agitated over little things. He still does have a slight temper but he mostly uses his rage against anyone who hurts his family. The person to voice him would be Derek Stephen Prince. He voices the English dub in the game and executes the character pretty well in my opinion
Teruteru: Back in hopespeak he was actually rather shy. He wasn't really the type to speak up or ask others for help even when he really needed it. He preferred to be by himself if it meant there would be no one around to hurt him. That was till he met Fuyu. When the spoke to each other, Teruteru felt he had more courage to speak up more. Much like his husband (Fuyuhiko) he does have a temper but he has more control over it. He only really ever gets angry when someone hurts his family or purposefully pushes him to his breaking point. The person to voice him would be Todd Haberkorn. I love his voice in game and I feel it really suits his character.
Hiyoko: Given her background of constant bullying in her previous schools, safe to say she wasn't going to let that happen during her time in hopespeak. She'd do anything to insure that no one would mess with her. Then one day she met Teruteru and Fuyuhiko. They were very good friends and still are to this very day. She feels happy knowing that she doesn't have to fight alone. Hiyoko is definitely the one with the biggest temper. She get agitated by little things pretty easily. Kira Buckland is the one who voices her and she nails the character pretty well.
Monaca: Poor girl was born into a ruthless household. Neglectful parents, abusive brother, her life was basically the song Look who's inside again by Bo burnham. She felt she had to lie in order to get the attention and love that she was deprived of. Well, she used to. A few months after the tragic event on Towa city, FF was planning on what exactly they should do with the WOH. They saw the pain of 4 of them, but not Monaca. They planned to "eliminate" her. Their plan would've succeeded if not for Teruteru. He was the only person who saw through it all. He was the only one willing to save her. He was the only person who saved her. At this point in time Monaca lives her life happily under the watchful eye of her fathers. Her English VA Cristina Valenzuela does an excellent job at her character.
Yayoi: He doesn't really much like his past so we're just gonna skip that part. The world to him is vast and wonderous. He wishes to explore every bit that he can. And he won't have to do it alone with Nagito by his side. Nagito is Yayoi's first ever friend after all. He's never one to get angry at all. He's very optimistic and willing to try new things. He's got quite the intelligence which at times is pushed to the side for his child like wonder of the world around him. I have a feeling that He'd have the same voice actor as Teruteru. Sense they're in a way the same person.
That's all for now! Feel free to ask any more question you may have.
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