#otp: adorkable

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How are the Highwind's spending life day this year?

Well, now that you mention it... trying to finish their last minute shopping! I think it went a little something like this...

(In honor of my stupidest, annual Life Day tradition in-game. (1) (2) (3) featuring @grumpyhedgehog​‘s lovely Lyra Dorn)

There was a special place in the Void reserved for the kind of people who would force an innocent party into unpaid manual labor—actually, wasn’t there laws against that in the Republic? Draike Highwind briefly considered ratting out his stupid baby sister to the proper authorities for forcing him to play pack nerf for this stupid Life Day shopping trip, even if that was a karffing narc move. Deciding his honor was worth more than petty revenge, he squashed down the urge. For now.

He reluctantly trudged behind said baby sister, struggling to balance the weight of enough gifts to stock a small moon. He wasn’t sure if there was a gift here for every single person on Odessen, even the subcontractors that made brief fuel stops in the hangar bay, but from the way his shoulders ached from the strain, he wouldn’t count it out entirely.

Ahead of him, Grey almost seemed to bounce on her toes, a garish sight decked out in her ridiculous Life Day sweater. It was a red and green monstrosity, depicting what he thought might have been Wampas gleefully dancing across her chest. Possibly rampaging. It was hard to tell underneath the twinkling lights. He hadn’t realized Life Day sweaters now came electrified, but this one was lit up enough to guide a Star Destroyer in for a landing. If she got any more festive, she would probably combust into a shower of tinsel and holiday cheer.

It was almost a tempting enough thought for him to endure this torment for a few minutes longer. Almost.

She unfortunately fit right in with the rest of the Promenade here on Nar Shaddaa. While the garish statue of Karagga had been left alone in all of his gaudy, gilded glory, the rest of Lucent Square had been filled with gaudy decorations and festive revelers. Garlands draped haphazardly across vendor stalls, threatening to strangle unsuspecting shoppers, while some enterprising Hutt had decided to erect a towering holographic tree in the plaza. Its intangible branches featured tacky holographic ornaments of the Hutt crime lords who controlled this festive hellscape grinning at the shoppers spending all of their hard earned credits.

Humans, Rodians, and all sorts of other non-Wookiee species wandered about in Life Day robes, something Draike made a mental note to ask Bowdaar the level offensiveness and Wookiee cultural appropriation was happening here. At least, he was until he saw a group of actual Wookiee carolers nearby, the distant cries of them roaring their traditional Life Day songs making him grit his teeth.

He was a respectful captain, and would not compare the sound of his old crewmate’s beloved and deeply spiritual beliefs to grinding gears of a malfunctioning hyperdrive. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t secretly wishing that maybe the job on Nar Kreeta hadn’t actually made him go deaf.

However, that did not excuse the repurposed protocol droids wandering around the place, accosting everyone with good cheer. He thought he’d overheard someone referring to them as gift droids, but if they’d been giving out gifts willy-nilly, he hadn’t seen it. Just heard their tinny voices chirping holiday greetings to passersby as they waddled about, the lights on their chassis blinking in seizure-inducing patterns. One particularly enthusiastic model nearly clothes-lined a Rodian while flailing its arms as it attempted to distribute what may have been some sort of knock-off Life Day candy.

Perhaps that should have been reported to the health inspector, but again, that was another narc move.

“Remind me next year,” Draike muttered under his breath as the circulation to his fingers seemed to be cut off from the weight of presents, “to skip town for the holidays.”

No one seemed to pay attention to, or care, about his suffering.

He attempted to shift the mountain of packages, wincing as the corner of one of the larger boxes dug into his ribs, while ahead of him Grey consulted a datapad that contained an unnecessarily detailed shopping itinerary. If she vibrated with any more holiday cheer, she might phase out of reality soon. Which would at least spare his retinas from the dancing lights on her sweater. Her husband walked alongside her, not bothering to restrain his bride’s excess enthusiasm. Theron’s concession to the holiday spirit was limited to a thin, dark sweater that was barely visible beneath his trademark red jacket. The man’s stubborn refusal to be fully pulled into the Life Day spectacle was almost admirable. Although the tiny antlers carefully perched around his fauxhawk somewhat ruined that air of grumpy indifference.

Their “merry” band of shoppers was rounded out by none other than Lyra Dorn, his Jedi often co-conspirator who for some reason wasn’t trying to rescue Draike from any of this indignity. She was managing to look tastefully festive in a deep red coat with more understated golden embroidery, and a long green scarf with snowflakes on it, exuding the sense of “holiday spirit” without looking like without looking like she'd been attacked by a pack of festive Wampas with a penchant for glitter.

A group of revelers stumbled out of the Slippery Slopes Cantina, cheeks red with festive cheer and their Life Day robes stained with what he hoped was spilled ale, and not some more questionable bodily fluid. Although that would certainly liven up this overly saccharine excursion, come to think of it. And certainly scandalize the walking embodiment of Life Day cheer who still ambled on ahead of him.

He tried to not envy the revelers their drunken stupor too much as Grey waved Theron and Lyra toward yet another vendor stall. Her ridiculous sweater seemed to almost flash in sync with her movements, the lights on the dancing wampas twinkling like a secret attempt to induce a navigational error in a passing starship. Devilishly clever if true.

Draike heaved a sigh, the dramatic kind that carred the weight of a being long-suffering and ignored by his companions, and betrayed by life itself. He tried to rebalance the gift horde again, only for the pointy box to jab into his ribs anew, as if it had a grudge against him specifically.

“How many more?” he called out.

“Hmm?” Grey didn’t even look back over her shoulder.

“How many more stops do you want to torture us with? At this rate I’m going to need a kolto tank for my spine.”

Grey finally turned to look at him, her face alight not just from the sweater but also just an unnatural level of joy and cheerfulness. He didn’t trust it one bit.

“Just three more shops!” She bounced on her toes again as she checked her datapad. “I’ve got it mapped out here. We'll hit Gree's Galactic Gifts for something special for Ben, get him into the holiday spirit."

Their youngest brother, Ben, the lucky bastard, had somehow gotten out of this charade by claiming he needed to do some special intel op spying on the Hidden Chain with Rass Ordo. Draike wasn’t sure if he actually bought the excuse what with the way Ben and his Mandalorian buddy kept sneaking glances at each other, but was actively regretting that he’d not thought to look busy with things of galactic importance to be able to get out of this endeavor.

"I think you’re going to need more than a gift to accomplish that. Probably a Life Day miracle,” Draike grumbled. “I’m pretty sure Ben was born with those grumpy pants on.”

She seemed to either not hear him, or just ignore him. "And then we'll finish up at Devaronian Delights for some of those candied song-cherries for the girls. They’ll like that right?"

Well, Soli and Roz probably wouldn’t say no to it, but seeing as his kids were teenagers, they’d probably appreciate a credit chit just as much. But if correcting her on that extended his agony, he’d just let her be the lame aunt.

Instead, he staggered dramatically and let out a loud groan. "You know, if you keep buying at this rate, we're going to need the Gravestone to haul it all back to base."

“The Gravestone was destroyed over a year ago.” Grey blinked, confused.

“It was the lucky one.”

Grey just rolled her eyes, completely unfazed by her brother's theatrics. "Oh, stop being so dramatic. We're making great time!"

"Great time?" Draike scoffed. "We've been at this for hours. I'm pretty sure my arms are about to fall off."

“Your arms seem fine to me.” Theron gave Draike a once over, eyebrow arching up dubiously but did reach out to steady a precariously balanced box that was about to take a tumble.

“Yeah, easy for you to say,” Draike shot back. “I don’t see you offering to hold any of this crap.”

“Yes, well, we had to keep your hands busy somehow, didn’t we?” Theron shot back. “After all, idle hands are the devil’s workshop. And you were so bored.”

“I’ll show you idle hands.” Draike could have “accidentally” dropped one (or more) box onto his brother-in-law’s foot, but the Jenga-like arrangement in his arms would probably all come tumbling down if he did that. So he resisted.

Lyra cleared her throat, as if she’d read the momentary gleam in his eye. “You know, we could try and reorganize the route? See if we can cut out a little wandering time.”

“Oh, no worries about that,” Grey held out the datapad, showing off a meticulously color-coded map of the Promenade, with a clear line marking an optimized path to take them from the must-have gift locations to the more optional but fun items. “Theron made sure to chart an optimal path that would hit all the stores with the least amount of backtracking.”

“Who knew he was such a stellar navigator,” Draike muttered darkly.

Theron shot him an equally sour look, deftly leaning back as Grey made a swooping hand gesture as she tried to explain the route in more detail, as if that would somehow not make Draike’s will to live slowly ebb away.

“I’m dying,” he whined. “Slowly wasting away from dehydration. My mouth a desert, my throat a barren wasteland. Just a poor abused pack nerf, far from home.”

Theron rolled his eyes so hard it was a wonder it was a wonder his ocular implants didn't short-circuit from the strain. “You’re fine. You had a drink less than an hour ago.”

Lyra, probably moved by the thought of a poor, abused nerf, seemed to take pity on him. “You know, a break doesn’t sound like the worst idea. I think I spied a Biscuit Baron just around the corner. Why don’t Theron and I go grab drinks for everyone?”

“Ooh, hot cocoa!” Grey’s eyes lit up at the prospect. Or maybe that was just the reflection of the lights on her damn sweater.

“I’m going to need something stronger than cocoa to get through the rest of this,” Theron grumbled. Although whether he was agreeing to make his wife happy, or just to shut Draike up was up for debate.

“They don't serve whiskey at Biscuit Baron,” Draike said wistfully, “trust me, I’ve checked.”

“Caf then,” he amended, “strong enough to wake the dead.”

The two of them stepped away, weaving through the crowd towards the promised of caffeinated and chocolate salvation. Immediately, like an excited Kath hound pup let loose in a field of unsuspecting nerfs, Grey’s attention was captured by a nearby shop window. The display had some sort of garish representation of Coruscant’s Senate building rendered entirely in blinking Life Day lights.

“Look at this!” Deprived of her willing victim in matrimony, she tried to wave him over to coo at the display with her. “It’s adorable! Maybe we should get one for the War Room back on base.”

Draike just blinked at her. “You want to add ‘festive cheer’ to our war planning? What next, tying ribbons and bows on thermal detonators?”

She either didn’t hear him, or chose to ignore him, instead peering closer at the gaudy eyesore, her nose almost pressing against the shop window. “I think it would really brighten the place up.”

“I mean, explosions generally do have that. As a side effect.”

As she seemed oblivious to the way he was staggering under the mountain of packages she’d saddled with him, Draike gave serious thought to just dropping the whole lot right there on the fancy little walkway. It would serve them right. Maybe if he made enough of a scene, they’d finally call it quits and wrap up this hellish excursion.

As if summoned by his frustration alone, one of those weird repurposed protocol gift droids waddled into view. Its red chassis was adorned with an ungodly amount of twinkling lights, and its optical sensors fixed on Draike with an intensity that suggested it had scanned him, analyzed his festive deficiencies, and declared him Patient Zero in a Life Day cheer pandemic.

“Uh uh, don’t you dare—”

“Greetings gentle being, and happy Life Day!” The droid’s voice modulator seemed like it was cranked to eleven on the perkiness scale. “I couldn’t help but notice you seem o be lacking in holiday cheer! Perhaps I can assist you in finding the true meaning of this joyous season?”

Draike’s eyes narrowed, as if he’d just been threatened with violence. “True meaning, huh? Like spending hard earned credits on useless junk? Developing a drinking problem to cope with family gatherings?”

“Stars, no!” The droid’s photoreceptors blinked in what might have been confusion. Or horror. “The true meaning of Life Day is about spreading joy and goodwill to all beings arose the galaxy!”

Hell, this thing was worse than his sister. “Yeah, nothing says ‘goodwill to all’ like being accosted by a walking holiday decoration.”

The droid’s chassis prevented it from tilting its head, but it seemed to sway as if it wanted to attempt the maneuver anyway. “I have not accosted anyone.”

“Do you come pre-programmed with the ability to ignore sarcasm, or is that an upgrade?”

The droid, unfazed by his biting tone, forged on. Probably an upgrade. “Perhaps a festive Life Day carol would lift your spirits? I am programmed with over a thousand holiday melodies from across the galaxy!”

“I’d rather be slowly digested in a sarlacc pit.”

“I’m sorry, I’m unfamiliar with that song. Since you do not have a preference, I will select a carol at random.”

“No, wait—”

Weighed down by a thousand gifts, and perhaps also his own crushing despair, Draike was unable to stop the droid from launching into an ear-splitting rendition of the traditional Wookiee song, “A Day to Celebrate”, in what sounded like Huttese. The discordant warbling was painful enough he almost dropped the mountain of gifts in a reflexive attempt to shield his ears from the auditory assault. He glanced desperately at his sister, hoping she might rescue him from this menace, but she remained blissfully oblivious to his plight.

The droid finished its “song” (and he used that term loosely) with a flourish. “Wonderful! I can see the Life Day spirit levels in you rising already!”

Draike’s eye twitched. “That wasn’t my spirit levels rising, that was my will to live actively trying to crawl out of my body and escape.”

The droid once again tried to tilt its head, but failing that ability, just sort of wobbled again, the lights around its chassis flashing in manner that could only be described as offensively jubilant. “Ah, we must then dig deeper into the core of your holiday malaise. Tell me, gentle being, have you considered extending goodwill to others this season?”

“What does it look like I’m doing?” He gritted his teeth as the giant gift pile swayed dangerously.

“A small donation could go a long way in helping those less fortunate.”

His arms burned from the weight of Grey’s endless shopping spree. Less fortunate? If anyone was less fortunate, it was him. “A donation? You want me to give credits to some random droid shaking me down in the street? What, did your ethical subroutines get crossed with a Hutt’s business model?”

The droid’s optical sensors flashed, its holiday cheer protocols struggling to process the insinuation. “I assure you, sir, this is a legitimate charity drive for the underprivileged children of Nar Shaddaa. Every credit goes directly to—”

“Listen, Jingle Bot, I’ve got my hands full of ‘Life Day cheer’ already. Literally. If I had any more my spine would probably snap from the weight.” Draike’s patience was wearing thinner than a worn-out strand of tinsel. “So unless your ‘charity drive’ comes with an extra set of arms or a repulsorlift sled, I suggest you take your goodwill pitch and shove it up your exhaust port!”

The droid didn’t budge, and if anything, Draike’s thinly veiled hostility seemed to encourage it almost. The festive lights on its chassis twinkled brighter as if trying to blind him into submission. “Oh, the gift of giving isn’t a burden. Perhaps if I explained the many benefits of charity during this festive season—”

Draike attempted to sidestep the obnoxious droid, the precarious tower of packages swaying dangerously, forcing him to freeze mid-step to steady them. The droid, apparently programmed with the tenacity of a Corellian sand panther, mirrored his movements, blocking his escape.

“Oh, for the love of—Grey!” Desperate, Draike tried to appeal to his sister’s heroic nature to come and save him. “A little help here!”

She turned her head slightly, barely sparing him a proper glance. “Oh, you’re fine. You’ve dealt with worse.”

A swear escaped him. “Worse? Worse than being harassed by a sentient disco ball?”

“I heard that!” The droid chirped, its tone somehow simultaneously cheerful and deeply offended. “Spreading joy may be a thankless task, but nonetheless, I persist!”

Oh, it persisted all right. Right back into Draike’s path as he tried once again to maneuver around the damn thing. A nearby Ithorian couple paused in their stroll, watching the scene with a mix of amusement and pity. One of them muttered something in their melodic language that he was pretty sure translated to “holiday meltdown”.

“Listen here, you overdecorated hyperdrive malfunction,” Draike hissed at his most hated nemesis, “if you don’t back off, I’m going to find the nearest scrap dealer and sell you for spare parts. Maybe in your next life you’ll be something useful, like a garbage compactor!”

For one blessed, glorious moment, the droid froze. Its photoreceptors dimming as if Draike’s bah humbug attitude had finally short-circuited the mechanical monstrosity. He felt a flicker of triumph.

Before the droid’s photoreceptors flickered. Once. Twice—before glowing an ominous, deep red.

The burgeoning smirk on Draike’s lips faltered. “Well, that can’t be good.”

When the droid spoke again, this time its tone was pitched deeper, slower and was laced with a menace that its cheery vocublator shouldn’t have been able to make. “Life Day spirit deficiency detected. Initiating aggressive holiday cheer protocols.“

“Aggressive what?”

He wasn’t sure if he should laugher be worried. Although from the way the droid’s festive lights flashed in a rapid, almost aggressive pattern… maybe the latter. “Now, now, I’m plenty cheerful. Look at this happy face of mine, see?”

Draike’s lips stretched into a wide, unconvincing grin, but from the way several passersby looked at him askance and herded each other away, perhaps it was more of a grimace.

The droid's chest compartment slid open, revealing a turret-like device loaded with fist-sized snowballs. Draike blinked, dumbfounded. Well, that was new.

Was that about to—?

Options flew by at light speed: Risk getting pelted with snowballs or dive for cover? Wait, what cover? The closest thing nearby that qualified was his oblivious sister. Update, new question. Drop the presents or use Grey as a shield? The answer was obvious.

Both.

Just as the first snowball launched with a soft, distinctive fwump sound, he moved. The mountain of packages tumbling in every direction, scattering with a less-than-festive crash. One particularly sickening crunch pierced the din as a delicate glass ornament met its untimely demise underneath Draike’s foot. He didn’t let that slow him down.

“What the—that was for Master Gnost-Dural!”

Before Grey could protest any further, Draike lunged for cover behind her, his hands clamping onto her shoulders and maneuvering her in front of him as a human shield, just in time for the snowball to splatter her with a wet thwack.

Phew, that was a close one. It had almost hit him!

A startled gasp escaped Grey as the snowball collided with her face, sending a spray of icy powder. But Draike was too busy surveying the damage to pay much attention to that or the fact that the droid was already reloading and launching another volley. He watched in detached, morbid fascination as an extra Life Day sweater, purchased on an impulse during hour three of this never ending shopping nightmare, unfurled like a discarded banner, its vibrant colors lost in the garish over decorated marketplace. Not much of a loss, really. The galaxy had enough crimes against fashion without adding another atrocity to the list.

A bottle of what was unmistakably expensive Corellian brandy rolled dangerously close to the edge of the walkway. Draike’s eyes widened as he looked between the bottle and the rapid-fire volley of snowballs hurtling towards the two siblings (or rather, towards Draike and his convenient human shield).

Saving the brandy could almost make this whole hellish excursion worthwhile. But there was no way he’d reach it without being pummeled. Perhaps he could drag Grey that direction and save it? The thought had merit.

As if sensing his distraction, the droid’s snowball barrage intensified.

“Draike!” Grey’s finely honed Jedi reflexes attempted to dodge the incoming snowballs (and maybe save some of her presents), but any attempt at tapping into that Force-given grace was hampered by her brother’s iron grip on her shoulders. “What in the Force are you—”

The question finished in an undignified squawk as another volley of snowballs pelted her.

“Stop it!” She sputtered, voice raising into a whining pitch that was very reminiscent to the one she used to use when they were kids and he was supposedly ‘picking on her’. “Let go of me!”

“Sorry, this is for the good of the galaxy!” He ducked lower behind her shoulder as another snowball whizzed past his ear. The cackle that escaped him was perhaps a little undignified, and more than a little manic. “You’re saving me from death by holiday cheer, just like a good little Jedi should.”

“It’s not funny, stop laughing!” Her drenched bangs were now plastered to her forehead, her ridiculous Life Day sweater now soaked through and clinging to her frame. The dancing wampas flickered pathetically, their cheery electronics no match for the droid’s relentless assault.

“Sure it is!”

Grey’s expression hardened, jaw setting in a way that suggested she was struggling to maintain her oh-so-perfect Jedi composure. “You’re being very immature, you know.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Draike didn’t sound sorry at all, “I didn’t realize there was a mature way to be assaulted by a homicidal holiday droid!”

Whatever she was going to say next was cut off as another volley of snowballs pelted Grey, making her sputter indignantly instead. That Jedi serenity was rapidly evaporating, replaced by the all-too-familiar look of a little sister pushed to her limits.

She furiously wiped the snow from her face, trying to twist around to face him, but his grip on her shoulders remained firm and she could only peer furiously and ineffectively over her shoulder. “I know where you sleep!”

That drew a full on snort from him, as if he’d be caught unawares by the least subtle person in the galaxy. “Oh nooo, the fearsome Jedi knows my sleeping arrangements! I’m shaking, I’m shaking!”

Grey’s eyes narrowed dangerously, a look that might have been intimidating, if she didn’t resemble a drowned womp rat. “You’re going to regret this, Draike Highwind.”

“Probably,” he agreed, and then pivoted them both so she valiantly saved him from another bombardment of snowballs. “But not as much as you’re going to regret wearing that sweater.”

“It’s a fun sweater!” Grey shrieked, composure finally shattering as she threw up her hands. The air shimmered in front of her, snowballs splattering harmlessly against some invisible shield. Oh, some sort of Force nonsense. Of course.

“Oh, yeah! Nothing says ‘fun’ like a pack of electrocuted wampas doing the Coruscant Jig across your chest.” Draike peered over her shoulder, eyeing the droid warily. Despite this new obstacle, it seemed content to keep up its relentless assault. “I’m surprised the Jedi Council hasn’t made it standard issue.”

She fixed him with a glare as hot as Tatooine’s twin suns, nose wrinkling in annoyance. But between the wet hair plastered across her forehead made the look more pitiful than threatening. “You realize you’re replacing everything that got ruined.”

He made a noncommittal noise.

“Everything.”Her tone was eerily reminiscent of the times she would tattle on him to their mother. Just about as effective now as it was then, too.

“Oh, no. You’re going to make me go shopping?” He gasped in mock horror. “I guess that will be just like the last ten hours of my life!”

The droid, apparently encouraged by Draike’s obvious enjoyment of the chaos improbably increased the rate of its snowball production, expanding its targeting protocols to include a group of Revelers passing by. They scattered with undignified shrieks.

“Hey, now, look at that,” he pointed cheerfully, “you’re now not the only one being graced with the holiday spirit. Look at all the joy we’re spreading!”

A particularly large snowball sailed over Grey’s Force shield, catching a Wookiee caroler square in the face mid-warble, ending the “song” in a surprised roar that echoed throughout the Promenade. 

“Uh oh,” Draike pointed in the direction of the latest victim, “I think you made him angry. Quick, use a Jedi mind trick to calm the savage beast!”

Seeing as she hadn’t stopped glaring at him, or at least attempting to with the awkward positioning, she didn’t fix him with another one. But it definitely turned withering at the comment. “That’s not how the Force works and you know it.”

“Really? Huh. I could’ve sworn I’ve seen you pull that trick on Theron when he gets all worked up about—”

“Shut. Up.” She ground out through gritted teeth, her cheeks flushing a shade of red that had nothing to do with the cold.

The Wookiee shook himself, ending clumps of snow flying in all directions. A larger chunk sailed through the air in a graceful arc, somehow managing to bypass Draike completely and splat across Grey’s freckled nose with pinpoint accuracy. Her eyes crossed as she stared at the dollop of snow now perched in the center of her vision, looking utterly ridiculous with her soaked sweater, bedraggled hair, and newly acquired snow mustache.

It was perhaps the most beautiful sight that Draike had ever seen.

So caught up in the ridiculousness of her snow-covered visage, he almost missed the moment Theron and Lyra returned. Almost.

Just beyond the still shimmering Force barrier that was still being relentlessly pummeled with a frankly alarming and endless amount of snowballs (how was that physically possible for it to keep generating those ad nauseam without being hooked up to a water supply?), he could see both of them emerging from the crowd. Watching in real time as there expressions morphed from confusion. Lyra’s went to weary exasperation int he span of a heartbeat. Impressive honestly. She’d clearly been spending too much time around him.

Theron, however, cycled through a rapid-fire series of emotions as if he couldn’t settle on just one at first. Surprise. Dawning comprehension, then a blossoming rage. That vein in his forehead—the one Draike had mentally dubbed “Old Faithful” for its reliability—began to pulse with a righteous fury.

“Oh oh,” Drake nudged Grey slightly as she furiously wiped snow from her face. “Don’t look now, but Lover Boy’s about to reach critical mass.”

She stopped wiping her face in time to see the thundercloud settling over husband’s face. “Theron, don’t—”

But it was too late. Theron was already in motion, the drinks he’d been carrying went flying, splattering across the Promenade’s flooring in a caffeinated explosion. Lyra let out an exasperated sigh, aking a Force-enhanced step back to keep it from splattering across her cute, practical little Life Day themed boots.

“My cocoa!” Grey’s lower lip protruded in the same way it did when she was five that somehow always got Draike grounded for the next week.

Theron moved with the precision of a trained operative, a coiled spring of protective fury unleashed. He vaulted over the railing, using it as a springboard to launch himself at the droid in a move that was as impressive as it was ridiculous. His dropkick connected with a resounding clang, sending the droid flying back, snowballs scattering in every direction.

Draike let out an appreciative whistle. “Nice form! Good execution. I give it a solid 9.5 out of 10.”

Grey’s withering glare somehow intensified. If that was possible. 

The droid sparked, sputtering dramatically. Its chassis was now dented from the well-placed dropkick, and the snowball mechanics seemed to be malfunctioning. The chest compartment opened and closed spasmodically as it tried and failed to rise, determined to find its quarry. With a final, pathetic whir, one last snowball launched weakly into the air, landing with a wet plop at Theron’s feet.

He stood over the fallen droid, chest heaving and looking more than a little pleased with himself. The antlers were a little askew, and the perfectly maintained fauxhawk mussed from the extortion. A few strands of hair escaped the gravity defying amount of hair gel he used to sculpt it and fell rakishly across his forehead. Perhaps on someone who wasn’t such a stick-in-the-mud, the sight might almost have been attractive.

Grey pinched the bridge of her nose, letting out a long exhale that somehow managed to convey both exasperation and fondness. “Was that really necessary?”

“Absolutely,” Theron replied without hesitation. He still glared at the prone droid, as if daring it to twitch. “What kind of husband would just stand idly by and let you get pelted with snowballs?”

“My hero.” Her deadpan reply was softened by the way her lips twitched, fighting back a smile. Ugh, it was so wholesome. Disgusting.

Lyra, meanwhile, was already attempting to do a little damage control, intercepting approaching cartel security personnel with an ease that suggested this wasn’t the first, or perhaps even hundredth, time she’d had to pull this maneuver.  She waved her hand in front of her vaguely, voice calm and authoritative, perhaps laced with a small amount of Force suggestion. "Everything's fine here. Just a small malfunction. We have the situation under control."

Crisis finally averted, Draike finally released his iron grip on Grey’s shoulders. She jerked away from him, still clearly irritated. She was in a sorry state, looking like she’d gone for a swim fully clothed. The once-festive sweater was now a sad, soggy mess. The dancing wampas flickered pathetically, their electronic holiday cheer no match for the droid's relentless assault.

She attempted to salvage the thing, wringing out the bottom of her sweater and creating a small puddle at her feet. The motion sent a cascade of melting snow and ice crystals tumbling from her hair, pattering against the floor like the saddest confetti imaginable.

“You know,” Draike stroked his chin thoughtfully, “I think I prefer this look. Really brings out your eyes.”

Her glare could have melted durasteel.

Draike took a step back, not because he was intimidated or anything. Truly, it was only to inspect his… mostly unintentional handiwork. Baby sister’s Jedi composure crumbling into murderous sibling intent? Check. Annoying droid in laying in sparking ruins? Also check. The stupid spy making a fool out of himself with overly dramatic and unneeded heroics? Double check. It really couldn’t have been any better if he’d actually tried to orchestrate this. 

So distracted with the beautiful poetry of it all, Draike completely missed the growing puddle of melted snow spreading across the floor from Grey’s soaked clothing. His foot his the slick surface, cutting off his internal monologue about his beautiful chaos. Time seemed to slow, his arms pinwheeling, a look of dawning horror spreading across his face.

“Oh, shi—”

Gravity took over, sending him crashing down hard on his ass right in the middle of an icy puddle, and leaving him in an undignified heap. He blinked up at the gaudy Life Day decorations adorning the ceiling.

Any attempt at Jedi-appropriate sympathy from Grey lasted about half a second, before she snorted. For her part, she did attempt to cover her amusement with a cough that fooled absolutely no one. “Are you alright? That looked… painful.”

“Your concern is touching, truly.”

Grey pressed her lips together, fighting a losing battle against her rising mirth. “I’m just glad to see you’re finally getting into the holiday spirit.”

“I will end you,” Draike promised, trying to rise imperiously from the ground, but slipping and falling again.

“And then I executed a perfect flying kick,” Theron was saying perhaps a little too loudly to a clearly unimpressed Life Day Reveler, gesticulating wildly as he mimed a blow-by-blow account of his droid takedown. “Perfect trajectory, form, sheer power. Who needs the Force?”

The Reveler, a Rodian wearing now snow-splattered Life Day robes, simply blinked at Theron before slowly inching away. 

Nearby, Lyra picked through the wreckage of their shopping expedition, plucking a sodden package from a puddle. She winced as she peeled back the corner of ruined wrapping paper, water dripping from it in a steady patter, adding to a growing pool at her feet that reflected the gaudy lights strung around them.

As if sensing his eyes on her, Lyra glanced up, arching one perfectly sculpted eyebrow in a single expression that managed to convey entire paragraphs of unspoken commentary.

A blend of “I saw that coming”, I told you so" and "you deserved that" all rolled into one. The slight twitch at the corner of her mouth betrayed her struggle to keep a straight face. Draike scowled, his pride bruised even worse than his backside.

“Don’t say it. “He pointed a finger at her, finally managing to shove himself into an upright position at least. “Not one word.”

Lyra opened her mouth, expression promising perhaps a remark about karmic justice, when a shadow fell over Draike. A towering Wookiee, draped in a festive sash that strained against its massive frame, loomed over him and let out a deep, rumbling sound. It was probably meant to be sympathetic—perhaps the Shyriiwook equivalent of "there, there." But to Draike's ears, it sounded suspiciously like amusement.

Before he could protest, a massive furry paw came down, patting him with surprising gentleness, though with enough force to still muss his carefully maintained coif. The gesture made him feel about five years old, which added another crushing blow to his already battered dignity.

“Watch the—” Another pat nearly knocked him sideways, silencing his protest. 

He flailed, struggling to maintain what little balance he had left. The Wookiee let out another sympathetic warble, misinterpreting the spluttered protests as need for more comfort. The worst part of it was one little sister’s poorly disguised attempts to suppress her mirth, the unconvincing coughs failing to cover her snickering.

The area around them was a disaster zone of holiday cheer gone wrong.  Shattered presents lay scattered around the sparking, sputtering gift droid.

"Hap-hap-happy Life D-d-day," it wheezed, a few sad snowflakes dribbling from its damaged chest. "Would you like to make a d-d-donation?"

Draike finally disentangled himself from the well-meaning Wookiee, rising with what little dignity he could muster as nearby, Theron had been forced to shift from trying to regale passersby with the heroic tale of droid slaughter to explaining to a very beefy cartel security officer why droid assault was completely justified. 

“It was a menace to society—it’s holiday cheer settings way too aggressive to be considered normal!”

The Nikto security guard looked unimpressed, reptilian features twisting into a scowl. “Sir, I fail to see how malfunctioning gift droid deserved such a brutal murder.”

“Murder?” Theron sputtered indignantly. “It was self-defense—”

Grey, still dripping, had given up on salvaging her festive sweater. She wrapped her arms around herself, shivering as the icy water soaked through her clothes. The dancing wampas on her chest gave one, final, pitiful flicker before going dark entirely.

Theron immediately broke off his impassioned defense of droid violence, shrugging off his jacket in one smooth motion and raping it over his shivering wife’s shoulders. As he fussed with the collar, making sure it was snug around her neck, he shot a pointed glare at Draike that clearly said “this is your fault”. 

Grey tried, and failed, to hide her little smile at the gesture, even as she half-heartedly protested. “I’m fine, really. It’s not that cold—”

Her words trailed off as she burrowed deeper into the warmth of the jacket, contradicting her claim entirely. The red leather engulfed her smaller frame, making her look even more bedraggled than before. But the contented sigh she let out betrayed her gratitude.

Kneeling down, still clutching the jacket around her, Grey began sifting through the wreckage of their shopping expedition. Her expression soured as she lifted a sodden bundle of documents, waterlogged and practically disintegrating in her hands. 

"Oh no," she groaned, squinting at the label. "This was the documentation for Master Gnost-Dural about the Hidden Chain’s latest activities. It's completely ruined."

“What a tragedy,” Draike muttered."

She shot Draike another exasperated look, this one leaning heavily towards the 'annoyed' end of the spectrum. "Do you have any idea how long it took me to track these down? Now I'll have to file incident reports about the incident reports."

"Ah yes, the bureaucratic circle of life. Truly, there is no greater tragedy in the galaxy."

“Lana has backups,” Theron put in helpfully, although he leveled a similarly annoyed glower in Draike’s direction. “Something about not trusting us with the sole copy of vital intelligence. Which, I loathe to admit, might be somewhat justified right about now.”

Lyra offered Draike a hand up, and he abandoned the attempts to wring out the hem of his jacket to accept her firm grip. She hauled him from the puddle with practiced ease. “Honestly, Draike, this is why we can’t have nice things.”

“I personally think we’re all better for the experience.” He straightened his back in an admirable, if ultimately doomed, attempt to retain some shred of authority. “Besides, seeing that damn droid get dropkicked like that was almost worth me wetting my pants—wait, getting my pants wet.”

Lyra’s lips twitched, managing to fight back a smile as she bent to retrieve another soggy package. “They do say that property destruction is the hallmark of a successful shopping trip.”

“It is when Agent Shan is involved.” Draike thumbed in Theron’s direction. “But also good riddance to an obnoxious menace.”

Grey glanced over in his direction. “I’m sure the Hutt Cartel will be thrilled to hear about our heroic droid slaying. The headlines practically write themselves: ‘Rogue Jedi and Idiot Brother Destroy Priceless Holiday Decorations.”

"Hey, it’s not our fault if they overpaid for that rusted hunk of junk. Clearly it should have only cost them a handful of credits.”

“Because they’re famously so understanding about such things.” Her voice dripped with sarcasm. He really had done a number on that Jedi patience of hers, hadn’t he? “And since you’re so eager to explain our heroic deeds, you can be the one to tell Master Gnost-Dural exactly what happened to his files.”

“Wait, what?”

“I mean, it’s only fair that you get to explain to one of the Jedi Order’s new Grand Master why his carefully compiled research is now soggy confetti."

“Well why the hell did you print it out on flimsiplast to begin with instead of sending him an e-mail like a normal person?”

“I’m sorry if he’s old fashioned—”

“Wait, Gnost-Dural regularly checks his e-mails.” Theron frowned in confusion. “He sends me lame screenshotted memes like every other day.”

“I,” Draike insisted, ignoring Theron like he usually did, “was an innocent bystander in all of this.”

“You’re about as innocent as a Jawa in a droid swap,” Lyra intoned dryly.

“Lyra,” Grey said, a little scandalized at the insinuation against Jawakind. She adjusted Theron's jacket around her shoulders, though it did little to stop the shivering that had set into her bones.

A second security officer joined the Nikto, this one a burly Zabrak with a badge that looked far too shiny for someone assigned to deal with Life Day mall chaos. In unison they crossed their arms, staring Theron down with the grim determination of underpaid employees counting the minutes to the end of their shift. When his indignant sputter of doing what any concerned citizen didn’t move them, Theron moved on to the subject of legal liabilities for Cartel-owned droids assaulting innocent shoppers, and both the Nikto and Zabrak exchanged weary glances before waving him off with matching sighs of defeat. Clearly, they'd decided that dealing with this particular brand of Life Day chaos wasn't worth the overtime.

Lyra, ever efficient, had somehow salvaged and redistributed the surviving packages, even producing a small satchel from seemingly nowhere to carefully tuck away the most delicate items.

“I don’t suppose you’ve got a spare set of clothes in there too?” Draike eyed the satchel with a mixture of hope and suspicion. “Life Day sweaters don’t count.”

Lyra's lips twitched, fighting back another smile as she adjusted the strap on her shoulder. "I'm good, Draike, but I'm not that good. Though I did manage to save your Corellian brandy."

Draike perked up, his soggy misery momentarily forgotten. "You're an angel among Jedi, you know that?"

Lyra gave him a sidelong glance, her lips twitching again. "Don’t push it, Captain. I’m still debating whether or not you deserve it. But I figured if I didn't save the brandy, you'd only cry harder."

“I do not cry,” he sniffed indignantly. “Just occasionally wallow. Besides, that droid had it out for me from the get-go. Did you see how it hounded me?”

“No, I was at Biscuit Baron.”

“It was like a predator stalking its prey—”

A mechanical whir cut him off, and the group froze, turning as one to stare at the defunct droid they’d left in their wake. The battered chassis sparked, chest compartment grinding one final time. Theron instinctively moved to shield Grey just as the droid let out one last sad little fwump.

A single snowball launched, arcing through the air, sailing past where Theron’s protective stance and Grey’s half-formed Force barrier to catch Draike square in the face. The droid let out a final, satisfied “Happy Life Day” before sparking and dying completely, lights flickering out like an errant breeze snuffing out a candle. 

Snow dripped down Draike's chin as his sister completely lose her composure, dissolving into the kind of laughter that had her leaning against her husband for support. As he wiped the slush from his face, he had to admit (though only to himself, and very, very quietly) that maybe he deserved that one. But only that one.

[sga-mcshep-4ever]

"Ahh! Ooh!" "You have not been practicing." "Yes, I have."

[rosetyler42]

Here's some adorkable Drericka based on an Imagine Your OTP post from @littlewhispersofsolitude I found a while back where the person is greeted by their crush and tries to think of something not creepy to say, only to say "I like the way your face is."

It just...seemed like them. XD

Original:

@lovelylivelyv @black-ak9 @hotelt-resurrection @serial-serializednovelreader @ssleeping-in-a-coffin @deathfangirl9 @wingingfromthezing @ebevkisk @twinklecupcake @kittyball23

[buttahpie]

Get to know you mutual!

Thanks for the tag @warmrevolver !

What’s the origin of your username?: Uncle Albert/Admiral Halsey by Paul & Linda McCartney aka the song everrrrr

OTPS: McLennon forever and ever. Zelink (Link and Zelda) is also truly so near and dear to me. And I LOVE wolfstar

Favorite color: Any and all shades of green :3

Song stuck in your head: “Kiss from a Rose” by Seal has been on REPEAT for the last two days

Weirdest habit/Trait: Unfortunately I am just weird. Adorkable in a very Anna from frozen way to my dismay. I wish I had charisma or was suave but I am simply not.

Hobbies: Theatre (my whole career and livelihood, actually), WRITING!! Occasional drawing, social media content creation (I work for my theatre doing marketing) and I enjoy vlogging occasionally

If you work, what’s your profession?: I am a professional actor! I’m about to graduate with my degree in acting and I work on shows constantly! I also clean professionally to support myself more and I’m planning on starting my own private cleaning company.

If you could have any job you wish, what would it be?: Honestly I have my dream job and I am so fulfilled by my work in the theatre. BUT if I could have another job I would love to be able to write stories professionally

Something you’re good at: I am good at singing and I’m finally allowing myself to say it. I’ve taken private lessons for years and I LOVE singing. I am also good at writing I think

Something you hate: bigotry. The president. Liars. Narcissists. People who support the president. Billionaires. Not getting enough sleep. Dating apps.

Something you collect: I’ve just started collecting records and vinyl and I’m quite proud of my collection already! And plays, i have loads of plays.

Something you forget: UHhhhhh I am not generally a forgetful person. I may forget names every now and then but only if it’s a person I haven’t made a connection with yet.

What’s your love language?: Quality time 100%. It’s the one I speak and receive. It is so important to me.

Favorite movie/Show: Howl’s Moving Castle, The Mummy, Surf’s Up, Pride and Prejudice, Romeo + Juliet. The Good Place, Schmigadoon, Ted Lasso, Friends.

Favorite Food: Italian food really truly is my favorite. Any and all kinds of pasta. Homemade pizza.

Favorite Animal: Cows! They have kind eyes.

What were you like as a child?: Apparently very angry and standoffish. I was difficult and mean. It was the undiagnosed autism. HOWEVER my parents say I am the total opposite now and they were so happy they loved me through the hard years because I am a joy now!

Favorite Subject at school?: Before college I loved my band and choir classes. And I loved all my English and writing classes. My favorite class I’m currently in is advanced tap dance technique! Although it’s kicking my butt right now.

Least favorite subject: Math always

What’s your best character trait: I am a generally very positive, optimistic and grounded person. People come to me with their issues, they trust me and they are cheered up by my. I’ve been described as having a “zest for life” and inspiring other people to live with more authenticity. I am very proud of this.

What’s your worst character trait: Despite this, i can be rather selfish. It’s passed down from my mom haha. I have some egotistical tendencies that I have been trying to work through for years now. Also I often struggle with empathy.

If you could travel in time who would you like to meet?: John Lennon, David Bowie, Shakespeare, Oscar Wilde, Princess Diana

I don’t have many mutuals ahhh BUT I’m tagging: @johangeorghohman @glowing-gold and @tauruscats

[faejilly]

@rebelren requested the deeply complimentary if slightly broad "I WANT TO KNOW ALL YOUR RICKY/ESTHER THOUGHTS" and I have so many thoughts

let's see where I ramble, huh? There is no plan here? This is mostly just season 1 stuff because that's where I am in my very slow attempt at fic writing.

They very much have a Lois and Clark vibe to me and that is one of my foundational OTPs, so.

She's too smart and sharp for almost everyone else she's ever met but that is in fact what he likes about her. He's deeply impossibly committed to actually being nice and kind and doing the right thing ALL THE TIME without any ability to tell how that's even more unusual than his superpowers absurd good looks and physical abilities and she recognizes that about him.

Ricky is not subtle about his crush on Esther, but he is completely respectful about it. He texts her whenever he has a thought, but that's because he wants her thoughts back, not because he's trying to make her think about him, if that makes sense?

I spent most of the first campaign being very 'she likes him back?' but not sure if I really thought that based on anything she was doing, or I thought that was how the story was being built/structured and it was just gonna... happen. And I was honestly fine with that because Brennan and Zac have such good chemistry, plus the aforementioned respect in approaching the relationship, so I was just gonna take what I got and be happy about it.

BUT on a rewatch (or transcript re-read on the wiki) it becomes increasingly obvious surprisingly early that she is INCREDIBLY KEYED IN ON RICKY AT ALL TIMES and it makes me *pterodactyl screech* a lot A LOT A LOT:

See how quickly she responds to all his texts every time! In group settings even if she hasn't said anything lately she'll usually answer a Ricky-question before anyone else can! She legitimately seems to enjoy figuring out how to rephrase things she's said that were too academic for him to follow!

Like, she's not just humoring him, she is in fact interested in how his mind works and the way he feels his way around information whether or not he understands it in at all the way that she does.

Usually not, obviously, but that doesn't mean his perspective isn't valuable to her.

And also funny, sometimes entirely on purpose, which is again a Lois/Clark thing because Clark is absolutely a bit of a troll about making terrible Superman jokes for no one except himself and eventually also Lois, and Ricky and Esther give me the same "we're in this nonsense together" vibes whenever Zac managed an especially good dumb-but-hilarious-and-not-actually-stupid Ricky line.

I guess what I'm getting at there is that, even beyond the quality chemistry and adorkableness, they genuinely enjoy each other's company, yk? They like each other even when there's an invisible barrier that the audience (and Ricky) can only sort of tell is there that prevents a deeper relationship/understanding during s1.

There's a really good line in a fic, tenets of devotion by fensandmarshes: "[Ricky] took his Oath of Redemption to the world; he took Devotion to Esther, he thinks, no matter that that’s not really a thing." which is I think incredibly accurate and is a thing I am weak for, the conscious deliberate explicit choice to devote yourself to a person because they are perfect for you (even if you are completely aware of their supposed flaws and weaknesses and humanity at the same time). THEY'RE BOTH JUST SO COMMITTED Y'ALL, I'M LOVE THEM.

While I have no problem with inter-party romance and am deeply fond of battle couples and all that stuff, I do think it's important that Esther is not an active party member, and while incredibly competent at it, is not explicitly designed for combat in the same way the PCs are, because despite his skillset, Ricky is pretty damn conflict adverse personality-wise, so it's nice his partner is a research nerd and not usually a combatant.

Because Ricky never wanted a blade. He accepted the Questing Blade but he didn't choose it, it chose him. (Obviously his weapon-searching-arc in s2 makes me feral. Someday I will manage fic about it, hopefully?)

This is a recurring theme in TUC actually, that except for Cody who is definitely the other side of that coin on purpose (sorry not sorry) most of the PCs and their primary NPC friends/relatives/whatever did not go looking for magic or power, but DID accept the responsibility once it happened. (This adds a nice depth to their relationship, the fact that part of why they're careful getting together is that sense of responsibility, so I'm including it here even though it's more about the setting/campaigns rather than Ricky/Esther specifically.)

They have not even been on a date and her curse is broken and they are immediately "let's live a dangerous life together" aka they are my favorite kind of batshit, 100/10, no notes

(I mean, obviously I have a lot of notes. I have all these things I just wrote down, and a fic about the almost-year before s1, and one about the campaign itself from Esther's POV, and a thing about Ricky cataloguing all the ways he'd broken the tenets of his Paladin Devotion Oath as part of his transition to Redemption, and a thing that takes place between campaigns that is mostly smut and crying for probably obvious reasons, and a s2 epilogue mostly about the proposal, (not currently anything during s2 unlike Esther's POV for s1, but I suppose that might change if I ever figure out the stuff that takes place before it), and possibly an AU where the curse wasn't broken before the final battle so when Ricky dies, Esther falls, and an entirely different Curse Breaking Thing After That, so.

So many notes.)

[princesssarisa]

Character ask: Fiyero and Boq (Wicked)

I'm not really a die-hard Wicked fan, but here goes. This is for the musical only, since I haven't read the novel.

Warning: spoilers below.

Fiyero

Favorite thing about them: That despite seeming like a silly playboy at first, he proves to be a kindred sprit to Elphaba, who loves and respects her as she is, who tries to help and defend her when no one else in Oz is willing to do so, and who ultimately sacrifices everything for her, even (nearly) his life.

Least favorite thing about them: That he leads Glinda on by not breaking up with her even as he starts to fall for Elphaba, and then goes along with their engagement even though he doesn't want to marry her. He should have ended things between them long before it reached that point.

Three things I have in common with them:

*I can be snarky.

*I dislike fakeness and selling out.

*I can seem like just a fun-lover, but really I think and feel deeply.

Three things I don't have in common with them:

*I'm female.

*I'm not royalty.

*I was never a partying troublemaker in college.

Favorite line: His joke when Elphaba tells him she realizes he's not as shallow and self-absorbed as he seems:

"Excuse me, there's no pretense here: I happen to be genuinely self-absorbed and deeply shallow."

And these lines from his dialogue with Glinda at the beginning of Act II, where he calls her out on her tragic flaw of choosing fame and popularity over everything else:

"You can't leave because you can't resist this. And that is the truth."

And when she objects that no one could resist it: "You know who could. Who has."

brOTP: His horse Feldspur in the movie, and probably Boq, especially if we keep the Scarecrow and Tin Man's friendship in mind. Not to mention Dorothy, even though their interactions are kept offstage.

OTP: Elphaba.

nOTP: Glinda.

Random headcanon: Hmmm... In the movie, he really did eat grass as a child. He's not just joking when he says he did.

Unpopular opinion: I like him better than Glinda as a romantic partner for Elphaba. Of course I understand that Elphaba and Glinda's bond is more central and more fleshed out, I see the appeal of Gelphie as a ship, and I know how much Gelphie means to countless fans. But personally? Without denying Glinda's importance to Elphaba, I prefer Fiyero as her love interest. He embraces her values and comes through for her in a way that Glinda only does at the very end, and no attempts I've read by Gelphie shippers to dismiss that fact ring true for me. As a couple, Fiyeraba reminds me in many ways of Esmeralda and Phoebus in Disney's Hunchback of Notre Dame (these Stephen Schwartz musicals have recurring themes!), and I don't see many fans putting down that pairing, even though they're a bit underdeveloped too, and even though Esmeralda's friendship with Quasimodo is more central to the plot. On the contrary, the fans hold up their love as the main example of healthy love in that story! Besides, if we don't think Elphaba really loves Fiyero, then "No Good Deed" loses its power. If he's just "comphet" to her, why should his apparent death break her so much that she resolves to really be wicked and kidnaps Dorothy? And the reveal that he's still alive is what snaps her out of her breakdown and lets her reconcile with Glinda in the end. I have nothing against shipping Gelphie, but I can't dismiss Fiyeraba as just "boring comphet" the way most of the fandom seems to do.

Song I associate with them: "Dancing Through Life"

"As Long as You're Mine"

Favorite picture of them:

Norbert Leo Butz

Aaron Tveit

Andy Karl

Derrick Williams with Stephanie J. Block (more actors of color should play the role)

Adam Garcia with Idina Menzel

Jonathan Bailey in the movie

Boq

Favorite thing about them: Well, when we first meet him at least, he's a sweet, adorkable character, and if the Tin Man we know from The Wizard of Oz is a mostly accurate portrait of how he behaves on his journey with Dorothy, he never really loses those qualities.

Least favorite thing about them: First that he leads Nessarose on (a recurring flaw among the young men in this story, it seems) and lies about why he asked her out, even if his reason is to avoid hurting her. And later, of course, that he becomes such a bloodthirsty witch hunter, out to kill Elphaba for turning him into tin even though she saved his life by doing so.

Three things I have in common with them:

*I can be socially awkward.

*I'm not always good at standing up for myself.

*Sometimes I want to blame people for doing things that made me uncomfortable, when really those things were good for me.

Three things I don't have in common with them:

*I'm female.

*I've never had any romantic entanglements with witches.

*I've never been turned into tin.

Favorite line: His verse in "March of the Witch Hunters," even though it's his darkest moment:

And this is more than just a service to the Wizard I have a personal score to settle with El... With The Witch!

It's due to her I'm made of tin Her spell made this occur So for once, I'm glad I'm heartless I'll be heartless killing her!

And the Lion also has a grievance to repay If she'd let him fight his own battles When he was young He wouldn't be a coward, today!

brOTP: In the Shiz days before things go bad, Fiyero, Nessarose, Elphaba and Glinda (especially in the deleted scene from the movie that shows them all hanging out together). And after he becomes the Tin Man, Dorothy.

OTP: None.

nOTP: Nessarose or Glinda.

Random headcanon: When he sees Elphaba "melt," he'll be unexpectedly horrified; he'll find himself remembering their days at Shiz and the girl she once was, and realize that seeing her die horribly doesn't feel as good as he thought it would. (I'm basing this on the Tin Man's close-to-tears face after the Witch melts in the 1939 Wizard of Oz: we'll see if Wicked: For Good has Ethan Slater react in a similar way or not.)

Unpopular opinion: Even though he's far from blameless, nothing justifies Nessarose stripping him and all the other Munchkins of their rights and forcing him to stay with her, then trying to magically brainwash him into loving her. He may deserve some karma for lying about his feelings for her, but he doesn't deserve all that.

Song I associate with them:

His part in "Dancing Through Life"

"March of the Witch Hunters"

Favorite picture of them:

Christopher Fitzgerald

Riley Costello

Ethan Slater in the movie

[detective-jane-rizzoli]

2024 in gifs ♡

2024 in (my) gifs ❤

(as of December 14, 2024)

Post your favorite and most popular post from each month this year. (It’s okay to skip months.) I was (albeit indirectly -- kinda, if you will 😀) tagged by the uh-mazing @katebeckets ♡ Thank you!😊

JANUARY — favorite: Supercorp S03E05 (1206) most popular: Kara + Lena (3176⭐)

FEBRUARY — favorite: Kate Beckett (white turtleneck) 🤍 (281) most popular: Lena Luthor + Alex Danvers (4622🌟)

MARCH — favorite: Caskett S04E10 ("Don't say spy.") (501) most popular: Supercorp S02E12 (1355⭐)

APRIL — favorite: Happy Birthday, Stana Katic! (203) most popular: Supercorp S02E20 (384)

MAY — favorite: Kate Beckett - '70s vibe 💞(93) most popular: Supercorp edit (1343☆)

JUNE — favorite: Jane in her court outfit S04E05 👀 💖(127) most popular: Kara being adorkable S01E04 (645)

JULY — favorite: Melissa Benoist in Sun Dogs (79) most popular: Supercorp S02E05 (446)

AUGUST — favorite: Caskett S02E17 (245) most popular: Rizzles S02E12 (509)

SEPTEMBER — favorite #1: Rizzles AU: Would Jane survive watching Maura die without being able to save her? 😔😢 (122)

favorite #2: Melissa Benoist as Nicole in Whiplash 💓 (248) (sorry I had to cheat kfjd;ajf;a) most popular: Supercorp S05E17 (419)

OCTOBER — favorite: Danvers sisters (Kara/Alex) S03E06 (339) most popular: Regina/Rumple S03E09 (OUaT) (727)

NOVEMBER — favorite: otp: Alex x alcohol™ S03E08 🍷💞 (119) most popular: Rizzles S06E06 (514)

DECEMBER — favorite: Alex Danvers, SG S03E12 (92) most popular: Happy birthday to Britney Spears! (181)

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Thank you, everyone! 🙏🙌

Tagging: @lenakluthor @obliviouskara and the one and only @chy I mean @robin-buckely 🙇😊 Also anyone who wants to do this (please say I tagged you!)

[hheartsdramas]

gotta get back to my adorkable chinese drama. a moment but forever episodes 15-16

noted her favorite food and preordered it to make sure she could have it. never had a crush my ass

some otps are destined to meet and kill each other and destroy worlds in every life. others have calm philosophical debates about time and death over roasted goose. all kinds of kinds, you know.

so laoshi is okay. phew!

you know what i’m loving about this otp? they’re not actually that sexy. bath scenes aside, they’re both hella awkward and have no idea what to do with/around the other. romance is so far down their priority list they are barely recognizing that’s what’s happening. they are developing clear and massive respect and like for each other. but they’re going to be, like, really bad at dating. in an adorable way

oh are we forgiving tanghua? good! he loves you so much

wait are we not forgiving tanghua? but he loves you so much

DO NOT GIVE EVIL GODDESS YOUR BIRTHDAY INFO OH SHIT

i’m not necessarily a squee-er but i think i squeed

dying over yz and zi fei being like “yeah tanyin can’t be the mute goddess on account of all that yammering she does” and tanyin herself wondering the same thing later

i am loving these intellectual discussions on divinity, humanity, legend, and storytelling. there’s some really interesting points being made about humanity’s need to believe in something and how that need can twist the original meaning

my god he canNOT stop thinking about her and he is so awkward about it and i love it

please tell me i’m not the only one whose inner twelve year old giggles over “rammed earth technique”

i love this innkeeper lady. she knows how to work a sucker and a system

bonus moment because it made me stupid happy watching it:

[emotionaldashtoons]

Something about me shipping Joy Fear and Disgust together has actually got me thinking like... how come I have never posted old and new drawings after missing out? Well, I'm going to give it to some of you. Like these colorful doodles.

It's nice to see something cute and adorkably adorable with a nervous nerd with two lovely emotional ladies. If you think that's good take a look at these sketches I have also doodled down onto.

And keep in mind. I've also screenshot two Inside Out scenes with the three lovebirds together.

My heart is gushing out colorful hearts and doves!

🟡🟣🟢🟡🟢🟣💛💜💚💛💚💜🕊🕊🕊 My THREE OTP's together again in one scene, how cute!

[cococassey]

Kdrama: Lovely Runner (2024)

First Impressions/Squee-fest (eps 1-5)

Byeon. Woo. Seok. The face (and height!) that banished my thousand drama slumps. The hype is real! I started this show for that face (you know what I mean) but stayed for the OTP cuteness overload (squee).

In this streaming era, where kdramas are more and more Westernized, it's becoming harder to find a quintessential kdrama that's unapologetically romantic, and makes you all giddy inside. I missed this. If you're looking for a youth romcom with all the feels, and a time travel twist to keep you in your toes, look no further.

All the characters are so likable, even the second lead. My only gripe about the drama is some of its comedic bits are bordering on slapstick and cringe, but I can forgive everything for this couple, when the drama gives me OTP screentime chemistry all the time as what romance should be.

The does give a lot of Taiwanese time travel series Someday or One day vibes, which is  uniquely good, but a more sad serious drama. Lovely Runner balances the serious stakes with a lighter theme throughout.

Ryu Sun Jae, what more can I say? 99.9% Lovely Runner fans are probably infatuated with Sun Jae/BWS already. Can you blame Sol for giving it her all in saving him? All that gorgeousness adorkable package, you'll just fall in love bit by bit with each episode you spend with him.

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First, omigosh thank you for your response! :D And second, in terms of ships, timbern is wonderful. 100% couple goals. But I would be psyched if you had Tim/Danny (deadtired): Tim is obsessed with trying to figure this cryptid boi out and subconsciously getting attached lol. Or Tim/Peter (redspider my otp): Peter, yet again, falling for a brilliant, handsome person "way out of his league," and Tim being drawn to this genius, adorkable loser, having a one-up-ing war with Tony, and trying not to develop a "sugar daddy" (but not really) concept when it comes to making sure Pete is taken care of. It's also hilariously cute if Peter is oblivious while Tim is *painfully* obvious about his feelings lmao

Ofc ofc sorry for taking so l9ng to get so this one!!!

Dead tired is wonderful and honestly idk why I didn't think of it, I dunno about Peter and tim since the only times I've written them together has been in a much more familial way and I can definitely see them as very good friends like in this au but I don't think their dynamic, to me, is anything more romantic.

(Also if anyone saw part 8 no you didn't. I pressed post instead of scheduling it)

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Explaining my OTP with ship dynamic memes!

This is my crackship turned OTP, Merida DunBroch x Randy Boggs (Meridall/DunBoggs/Chase the Winds of Change). My headcanon is set in my modern Mirrorverse University AU, where Randy grew up as Mike and Sulley's childhood friend. He keeps his cute and sweet little cupcake nerdy personality without Johnny Worthington's influence from MU, rather than his evil personality from MI. Strangely enough, Randy managed to win over Merida, his handsome girlfriend, with his adorkable personality. Just think of them as Nerd and Tiger from Nerd and Jock.

(Randy is who Merida is gay for 🤭)

(Merida has blue-firey-wisp-energy powers in my AU, plus she drank from the Fire Falls, so this makes sense.)

(Randy is useless without his glasses, but luckily, his handsome Scottish girlfriend reads things for him.)

And finally...

Yes, I am a die-hard Daisy x Luigi (Luaisy) shipper; I love their dynamic, and wherever I think of Merida and Randy, I think of Daisy and Luigi. The Daisy and Luigi art belongs to @cremanata_art @/cremanata

I don't own any of the other ship dynamic memes; I just found them on Pinterest. If anyone knows to whom some of the pictures belong, tell me, and I'll credit them.

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When Your Pendulum Pulls A Prank About The King Of Lust Being Your Ex...(Note To Self, Throw Salt On It Later)

[Note: Mature Reader Audience Only, also reading this post is optional meaning you don't have to read it if you don't want to. also this will talk a bit about the Toxic-Religious Groups as well as Toxic-Satanist being a part of that list of groups....also will be talking about the Adorkable Sweet Potatoes That are some Fans OTP, that are Fizz x Ozzie from Helluva Boss. and also talk a bit about Hazbin Hotel at some point as well, but also talk about the possibility of the Ozzie from our universe being my past life self's former lover...but for all I know my pendulum could be pranking me again, which once again, sometime this month I will use the salt on it. also there is a reason why this will have a tag that says "not for kids" just like most posts, even if the post might not be super mature or super graphic, it can still make some form of hints. so yeah, even if this post might not be super mature, I still rather have this be read by mature reader audiences only, but reading this post is still optional, so only read this post if you want to. ]

when I can, I will make a part 2 of the whole "Hazformers Ships: Blitzdust/Blitzhusk/Huskdust Plus More"

but before that I will do this post first, then post a drawing that is a Crossover drawing that also reflects on my new beliefs which still not gonna force convert, but at least some people know better than to force convert people and don't use the whole "if you leave you will go to h-e-double hockey sticks." but they will kick you out if you seem a bit "crazy" or if you are caught "selling their goods, which happens to be vegetables or fruits."

even though I wasn't a part of the religion that did that, but one of my family was, well I think two actually, one of them had to fake being crazy to be kicked out, and the other was falsely accused.

hopefully those who are part of the same religion as those jerks, don't keep someone from leaving by throwing that whole "You'll go to Heck" and making them too scared to leave so they have to fake crazy so they can be kicked out, or the whole false charges and selling someone that belongs to them and their group.

maybe for all we know, the two family that were a part of that group, ended up in the wrong ones that were a disgrace to the other groups that were part of that religion...

yeah, anyway you know how there is the whole past lives thing and sometimes we pretty much get messed up in some of them, even if you can recall bits and pieces of past life memories, but at the same time there isn't a full picture....and sometimes you may learn.

and yeah hopefully some Guardian Angels are improving better in protecting the ones they are suppose to protect, even if it can be normal to get hurt at times, like scrapping the knee and you have to get the right alcohol to put on it, and you know it will sting and depending on how bad it is, it could either sting a little or a whole lot.

not doing anything when the one your suppose to be protecting, has their life in form of extreme danger and them not being able to protect themselves and being helpless, it will be seen as pretty fragging messed up.

I do have some trust issues with some percent of Male/Masculine Angels now, and I don't think I can get some people to fully understand or accept that.

I mean if some info is true, it would mean that some percent of them have a very messed up sense of "punishing" and the so called "justice", I mean if you puppet humans into messing with stuff and doing something really REALLY bad, just to prove that humans are themselves are "bad" you aren't really helping the case, because by influencing the really REALLY bad and extremely bad stuff, it will only show me that I can't fully trust some half of the Masculine energy ones who make me see that it ain't just some percent of really super bad people that are human in this world that can be the problem.

there is still good people in this world, but they don't have to be perfect and sometimes people do make mistakes but can try to do better.

I do have a idea on how Mars can get a type of fresh and breathable atmosphere which can allow colonization of the planet.

like taking a type of bubble, a type that can't be ripped easy, like take a type of large pot and put some form of artificial soil then plant some tree seeds in it, it could be best to get type of metal domes to be closed around the bubbles that the trees will be in, to protect it from any harmful weather on Mars.

even if such a idea could take months or a few years or so, it could be possible with some form of tests, and even if some run into a few hiccups on the way, and even when regrowing some trees here on Earth, we could save some percent of the seeds we don't use to form more safe and breathable air on Mars.

and anyway to get to the topic which shows in the title of this, I know that some of you know that the whole thing I figured out after the whole thinking about technically being a Earth Angel, but ya know a Defective Type who doesn't work at 100% like the other ones.

and there is that whole having half my ancestors being Royalty, which ends up having the whole "Earth Angel Princess" pop into my head.

but yeah, even though I'm still making sure not to use my pendulum too much, but of course curiosity got to me, and there is that whole pendulum moving clockwise fast for "Yes" about confirming that the king of lust, was well...that we were in a relationship once, it possibly happen before the past life I had before this one.

and yeah even if someone had finally retrieved me, which is still good but at the same time, if the reason why it had partly happen because of what happen in attic, then yeah still going to have that trust issues.

the positive and good masculine energy needs to be a bit higher in levels than the toxic-masculine energy, and yeah the toxic-feminine energy isn't as dangerous or as a high as a worry as it's toxic-masculine counterpart but it can still be a problem if not fixed properly through some form of healing.

and yeah, I know the chances of some reading this is well possibly not likely but I guess some might end up reading it anyway.

but yeah, even if I do end up using the whole salt which is the food salt, to use on my pendulum to get it to be 100% truthful and not pull such a prank, that is if it is a prank...

there could be a chance it isn't lying and it is being truthful.

and for all I know, when I was retrieved which I don't know how many years it took during that life, but time in the afterlife could work slightly different than it is in the mortal realm where we are.

but yeah, it could be possible they have ways to rejuvenate a soul back to how it was made, meaning it could be possible that my soul had went back to how it first appeared as before it grew-up and matured, and it had to do so all over again.

and yes, even when I did try to have the pendulum go circle slowly for "No" for meaning that we were NOT ya know, lovers once...

but no matter how many times I tried to get it to say "No", it kept going clockwise fast for "Yes"...and yeah it will do that, even if you want the opposite answer that you believe to be true.

so yeah, when I can, I will use the salt on it, and if it keeps doing that whole "Yes" reply when it involves well the Asmodeus of this universe...I might have to accept it but maybe try not to think about it.

and for all I know, for most of my life before this one, I might of felt alone and yeah being hurt in a certain way because of some humans who shouldn't even be considered humans anymore when they cross that line, can possibly leave it's mark on your soul, even if it might be a good thing that you don't have a full memory about it, but you might recall bits and pieces.

and when I say that my soul may have went through a rejuvenate, that would also mean I would of became a Maiden again as well.

like it could be possible that while a soul doesn't have a organic form, once they die a bit too young, they could still end up growing up both physically and mentally.

also, even if I might have some complex issues with the Asmodeus of this universe, one of which involves possibly being former lovers, even if it wasn't really plan that way, but it wouldn't of happen if it weren't for some toxic-religious jerks who I shouldn't be forced forgive, and even if there was a real life hotel that does redeem sinners, they shouldn't be allowed in, same goes for the corrupted camps that are run by disgusting inhuman filth that would dare harm a child....

and yeah, you do not want to know what kind of punishment I have in mind for certain men that cross a very disgusting line, it would be possibly like a type of Horror Movie, like the punishment being more for them when they go to Hell, which I still believe that before that place became Hell it was once fully part of the Earthly Queendom until it had to be placed under quarantine because of the imbalance that was going on.

and for centuries some of percent of the masculine energy, which being the toxic-masculine part, influences and corrupts as well as do whatever the heck it wants, regardless that it may possible do domestic harm to the feminine energy.

anyway, I know that my pendulum has been known to pull pranks on me at times, and yeah when I can maybe later today or tonight or whenever, I can use the salt on it.

and maybe part of the reason why the masculine energy has some parts of it having toxic energy in it, that puts males first and females last, and well even those who are nonbinary last, and there are different types of nonbinary...

and anyway what I'm getting at, is that one of the reasons why toxic-masculine is well, the way it is, might have to do with Annunaki.

and yeah, as weird as it might seem, I think both the Adam from this universe and even some counterpart versions of him, like from the Lucifer Tv Series and even Hazbin Hotel, are the way they are because of the Annunaki heritage.

which I will talk more about in another post.

and I can't help but like Ozzie and Fizz from Helluva Boss, they are like Adorkable Sweet Potatoes that must be protected.

Charlie's Dad is more like a Adorkable Apple Goober, which I'm still going to call him that and I have notice that he is a bit like Blitz from Helluva Boss, of course one is horse crazy and the other is duck crazy.

if it were possible, I would say we trade Lucifers, I say we get the Adorkable Apple Goober. XD

but I know that isn't really possible, but I still want to give the one from our universe the cold hands to face punishment for not thinking about the whole doing that rebellion during when the balance between the Masculine and Feminine were already in a very super fragile state.

I don't care if it turns out I'm way shorter than him, I will find a way to reach up and use my cold hands on that Morningstar Goober of this universe.

I don't think my hands are cold enough at the moment, but he is still gonna be on the list of the cold hands to face punishment.

I'm still going to call myself the "Eveningstar Princess" because well not just because of the whole being a Earth Angel, and there is that whole being a descendant of both Cain and Seth, which still make them Grunkle-Grandpas...

but it has to do with that weird thing that went on before my Mom finally had me, which had to do with her having Evening Sickness and never getting Morning Sickness.

that is why I like that weird nickname I gave myself, because of that weird info that is also interesting.

plus I still don't know if there were any other Moms that got Evening Sickness or any other Sickness that never happen during the Morning.

and ya know, it could be possible the Masculine sides of both the Seven Sins and the Seven Virtues can both have a positive and negative sides, like it is good to have diligence but not to overdo it and at least relax and make sure to take it easy.

I mean if diligence has anything to do with working as hard as you can, then there should be some kind of balance to it where you do work with as much diligence as you can, but not to go without taking a break and to relax before going back to work on what you are doing.

and yeah, I already know about the Twin Flame Halves of some of the Archangels that are their Feminine Counterparts, but this makes me wonder whatever happen to the Feminine Counterparts of the ones who became the embodiment of the seven sins, like were they put into some kind of cryogenic ethereal sleep or they weren't able to be born yet all those centuries ago because of the imbalance or what...?

well it could be possible the Feminine Counterparts of the Archangels, could still be trying to help fix and heal the Feminine energy, and even if it does show signs of getting better, there is still some problems that can have to do with the small bit of Toxic-Masculine.

I also want to say, that even if the Asmodeus from this universe and the one from the fictional universe that is Helluva Boss are different from each other and may have different personalities.

but they could for all we know, share the same dislike for artificial love where it isn't real or of consent.

plus if someone did have to use a love spell, it shouldn't be forcing someone into a artificial romantic relationship.

a true love spell, that let's you find your zing, should be more like helping ya find each other but never to force the love between you, only give the push and let it come naturally as well as the consent.

but the problem with some love spells, is that they do end up forcing a type of artificial fake love, which isn't okay.

and with how some humans are, they put the whole s*x as something that is more important than the emotional romantic type....

and even if what my pendulum had gave a answer to, wasn't a prank, but that is just....I can't be someone I don't have a full memory of, and yeah I know I had bad luck with some ex-boyfriends before, which were online boyfriends, but that was like before I had ended up well ya know Aroaceflux, and it could be possible the reason I fell for the wrong guys, might of had to do with the toxic-lust energy flying around the air around me, which I'm glad I started to wearing gem bracelets all the time and only take them off when I have to, well I had to get some dream-catcher to protect me as well, from not just incubus but also humans as well.

at least some Aces never had to deal with that, and yeah it could be possible I may of use to be Demiromantic and never really realized it.

and there is that whole realizing that most of my seizures I would have when we lived at the other places we lived before living in the town we live at now (even if we had to move from one place to a new place that is still in this town...), they would end up being caused by not just a place with some bad energy, but also by people.

like if your in a very large room with a whole bunch of people, and you might not know your letting your guard down and you will end up having a seizure because of the type of photosynthesis that has to do with a lot of people's energy end up being absorbed into your body.

not all epilepsy will be the same, and there can be some that actually do need the medicine.

also even if I and Fizzarolli are 100% different, but besides a character from a awesome fan fic I have been reading, reminding me a bit of my own childhood but still being different, like yeah our Dads not really being there are still different, but my Dad wasn't there for when I was being born, and well I can't help but think maybe both my parents in this life, are a bit Gray-Parents...

maybe if my family hadn't left me and my big brother alone to play alone in a room, I wouldn't of end up in that little accident.

I may have told this before, about the scar I have that is well on the right side of my eye, well it's not on the eye, it is like some place that is almost close to the corner. I had to go to the hospital, which I think it was some kind of emergency care.

but yeah, even if it isn't very noticeable, but I think it might only be if you look really close to where it is, like I can see it if I'm looking in a mirror and get my face really close to the mirror...well close enough as I can to the mirror.

I know I had that panic attack in 2015, which ended up having my head hit the ceiling of the car, but that may have to do with a certain fear and my Semi-Androphobia, which the "Andro" part has to do with Men, not a Android, which some know that already.

and yeah, I don't like being alone in a car and away from the safe zone of the house or apartment that I live in.

I think if I remember right, it was around 2023 where I was feeling that not great feeling when waiting in the car, and well even if my family says it could be anxiety but I'm still not sure about that.

I know that I didn't like how long they were taking in the building they went into, and even if it wasn't like the time in 2015, but I think the reason why it wasn't, was because I was able to get myself better controlled, so I didn't end up fully panicking like I did during 2015.

and yeah, because of a third close call dream I had, I had to replace a dream-catcher in my room, I mean I can still use the one on the door for well, protecting me while not being in the room.

but there was still something wrong with the last dream-catcher that we got for me, and I'm not talking about the one that is currently outside the door to my room, to protect me from the toxic-lust energy from someone who sleeps in another room.

but the reason why the protective barrier may have open up and let that bad toxic-lust energy through and end up causing a third close call, which in that dream I had to claw at that eyes of that clone's eyes.

it might of have to do with the dream-catcher that has some really bad energy, I have it as far away from me as possible even if it is still in the house.

and it is safely in a zip-bags with some salt in the bag as well, and if I have to, I could throw some more salt in there and not letting that dream-catcher out anytime soon.

if that dream that had that third close call happen, didn't happen while that dream-catcher was over me, then I wouldn't of had some kind of confirming that there was something bad wrong with it.

even if dream-catchers are suppose to protect you while you sleep, but if it isn't working like it is suppose to, then it might be best to take it down and out of your room and put some kind of barrier on it, which involves salt and prayer, which I'm not sure if that would work for everyone, but I'm still not letting that dream-catcher out of that bag with the salt in it.

I'm also going to make sure not to use my pendulum too much, and only use it once in a while, and I still plan to use the salt on it because of the whole it giving a "Yes" about the whole Asmodeus being a lover...which even if it were fully true, and it wasn't some kind of prank even after trying to use the salt and some prayer on the pendulum, what does that make him like not only a ex-lover, but like some kind of ex-boyfriend...?

Fizz is lucky to have his Ozzie, and even if they were jerks to Moxxie and Millie before, but they have that Adorkable Sweet Potatoes side to them, they are just too freaking adorkable.

Alastor from Hazbin Hotel, is some kind of Adorkable Strawberry Overlord...I'm still glad I don't have 100% the same powers as him though, and the freaky thing that happens with the modern radio, lucky only happens once in a while, like when I put my fingers close to it, the green light will be on and when I move it away the green light will be off, I guess it depends.

like the times it will have a perfect signal when I put my fingers close to it, and when I take it away it will be poor again, and I think it might happen in vice-versa.

I think Ozzie from Helluva Boss, while being the other half of the Adorkable Sweet Potatoes Ship, and being a hopeless Blue Cotton Candy Prince who is in love with Fizz, he might respect his partner/boyfriend's personal space when he needs it, which if it does happen, it could happen once in a while, and Fizz would still want to be with Ozzie, because those two could be seen as zings.

and we might find out in the future on how those two Adorkable Sweet Potatoes fell in love, which might be a bit different from what some fans would except, plus it could of taken those two time to fully fall in love and admit their feelings for each other.

maybe we will get a Flashback on how Moxxie and Millie fell in love as well, which would be great if that happen in the future even if it might not happen until a few seasons later.

maybe I wouldn't be the only Earth Angel that had ended up in a situation before ending up being reborn again later, and well even if it being more than once, and it could be possible dying way too earlier more than once could cause some form of trauma and damage to the soul which could take a lot of time to heal, but the scars could still be there.

some Earth Angels, could experience some form of trauma that was done to them not just in their present life but also from their past life either it just being one or more than just one of the past lives they have.

some could end up getting some form of trauma, either it be physical or emotional that was caused by Toxic-Religious people, and there can be different levels of being Toxic-Religious, some being not as dangerous or as extremely bad, but all the levels of Toxic-Religious People can still be really bad for some who could also be Religious, and some who aren't Religious at all but can be hurt by the Toxic-Religious People involved.

and yeah, some might not get fully over being hurt by some Toxic-Religious people, even the ones that are not as dangerous but are still toxic and who couldn't shut the heck up with their misuse of words and kept throwing them despite you telling them to stop it and how it was making you feel really bad and making ya cry.

I don't think I will ever be okay with what that that Toxic-Religious Jerk did to me, I mean even if they don't have to believe in the Goddess as well, which if some do it should only be of their own free will and of their not because they are being forced.

and yeah besides them misusing those words at me, for believing in a Goddess now, to which I can still believe in both her and God as well.

but I think the other reason that Toxic-Religious Jerk was being insensitive and ignoring my hurt feelings, may also have to do with my being Nonbinary, and well during the time still figuring out the type of Nonbinary I am when I may have talked about believing in both a Goddess now as well as talking about being Nonbinary.

and yeah, at some point during that time, I think I thought I was Gyno-Agender....plus I think my type of Nonbinary was still going through a type of Metamorphosis like a Butterfly, and had entered a Chrysalis stage at some point.

I still go by She/Her, and I can go by They/Them as well.

I don't know other Earth Angels, who are both a "Earth Angel Princess" and Nonbinary, and well there could still be Guy Earth Angels as well, and some of them could end up being Earth Angel Princes.

and yeah, this post was a mix of talking about the Adorkable Sweet Potato Ozzie with his Partner/Boyfriend Fizz, and even talking about the Ozzie from this universe, and how my pendulum could be pulling a prank on me about us having been lovers.

so yeah, not sure if any other Earth Angel end up in that kind of thing, even if it does turn out it is true and not some kind of prank.

but I'm still gonna use the salt on it when I'm able to, either later today or tonight or maybe tomorrow...

I'm weird and of course I'm gonna try to use that food salt on it, just in case the pendulum was pulling one of its pranks or like half-truths again......still gonna make sure not to use the pendulum too much, and only use it every once in a while.

I think I will post the Crossover drawing I did first, before making that part 2 that talks about ships, and anyway by some chance some did actually read this, not everyone has to take it seriously even if I am being truthful about what went on with my pendulum, and how even though I wanted it to give a "No" it end up still giving a "Yes"...

if I'm not able to use the salt on it today or later tonight or even tomorrow, I will try to get around to using the salt on the pendulum when I'm able to, and even if it ends up giving the same reply, I might still need to accept it as the truth but try not to think about it too much.

I also think my Semi-Androphobia isn't as bad as most who have Androphobia as well, and there can be some who have it really REALLY super bad, and there could be some guys in this world that can have different levels of Gynophobia, some possibly having Semi-Gynophobia.

but you can't just not take Androphobia or Gynophobia seriously, and you can't fix it the wrong way, there could be baby-steps on how to help those with a fear of men and fear of women, and for all we know some might try the wrong type of helping when dealing with those types of fears.

and yeah, at times when I'm in the kitchen, which wasn't before but at some point has happen now...I do get the thoughts "don't touch me" whenever a male family member comes into the kitchen.

I know when I was little, I didn't like it when a boy kept touching my leg, even though we were both around the same age and in the same class, and I think at some point I never really thought about or fully realized I had hated being touched at times, like sometimes being okay but other times not being so.

well when I was little, that boy may have touched my leg, but he just rested his hand there, and that isn't okay, and it couldn't be normal either.

I know I really hated it and it made me upset.

plus it might not just be that bad experience, why I don't want to be touched at times, I mean there is such a thing as personal space, and yeah I get we were both little kids at the time and I might not remember everything when I was really little, but I know that whole thing that was happening, wasn't okay like at all.

and don't get me started on the ego of a female cousin who thought every guy wanted her, plus I can't help but question her now for a few reasons but if I feel like it, I can talk about about it some other time, I mean if I choose to talk about it.

anyway, besides the whole thing with my pendulum possibly pulling a prank on me, I hope we do get to know more about how Fizz and Ozzie met and at some point fell in love in Helluva Boss, even if we have to wait until either Season 3 or 4 to find out.

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Greetings good friend! I am delighted that someone shares my passion for my OTP ship, Billary. It's so lonely having no one to share adorkable photos with, crazily watching and reading everything on Bill Clinton and Hillary Clinton. I have so much to say on the two, but no one to hold a deep intellectual conversation with. I appreciate what you do, and I love your page! I would love to talk to you about anything related to the two. Good day my friend! Take care!

oh mah gahd girllll, thanks!

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How do you feel about Gorrik?

GIVE ME A CHARACTER;

How I feel about this character

I love him! He's a great character, and according to autistic friends of mine, also great autistic representation! It's also nice to get more asura rep that increases the diversity in personality types and fields of knowledge that they can have out there.

Also getting Inquest representation that WASN'T just Yahk or Kudu was interesting, especially in the sense of someone who left and managed to survive. Great for worldbuilding!

Also he's adorkable.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

Behold! The Dragonwatch Polykrewe! Other than his relationship with Taimi, our main timeline has him in the full polycule with Qirri and Zanthe as well (no one said I couldn't mention ocs!). It ended up working out well in the end, and they all just kinda live in their little apartment together (I say little as if that place isn't massive for a bunch of asura).

My non-romantic OTP for this character

Rama. That's his bro, his bestie, his sweet cheese, his good time boy. Jokes aside, though, I think Rama is an excellent balancing force for him, and I genuinely hope we can see more of the two of them having detective adventures.

Or at the very least that they might go back to doing little short stories and give us a Friends Detective Agency Snippet.

My unpopular opinion about this character

Putting him (and Ankka) in Thaumanova was a mistake. There were other ways to have them know each other in the Inquest t han shoehorning them into that event, especially since it creates some uncomfortable questions regarding Taimi and Gorrik's respective ages. The Thaumanova disaster took place a year before the personal story starts, and both he and Ankka look like they were in their teens at least, and Taimi's 12 when we meet her two years later.

So.

Yeah.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

I wish they'd pulled out his and Taimi's developing relationship more. It seemed to just appear at the beginning of EoD and speedrun to an ending. I'd have liked to see their relationship grow a bit as opposed to just slamming headlong into it.

(It had the weird side effect of feeling like it was a way to make Taimi seem like she'd "grown up," by making her Interested In Boys. Which just felt off to me. I don't even dislike them together I just wanted more development than they got.)

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watching Lovely Runner to check out the hype. 6 episodes completed, I have mixed feelings. (Don't read my thoughts if that's just going to make you upset. Not everyone is going to feel the same way about the dramas you love. My thoughts can't affect your love for the material. ❤) SPOILERS.

I really enjoy all the moments where she is an old soul and bemused at high school life. And her relationship with her mom.

I'm clearly not the target audience because FL being a hardcore super-fan of the kpop star ML in the future timeline is making it impossible to ship them. Like, his teen crush is sincerely adorkable but I keep waiting for a line to drawn where she stops seeing him as the idol and likes him as a regular ass person -- and I'm not feeling it yet as of episode 6. To accept this stan love premise, I think I'd need to see her stop liking him (un-stan) and then watch the process of her falling in love for real.

I like her and ML's characters but in all honesty, I've developed SML syndrome. (I enjoy how she talks shit to SML and they have these delightfully frank conversations with no pretence. I like the contrast in how she's been changing him without trying, in the background of her trying so hard to fix her idol.)

I know from Tumblr that this is actually a serial killer villain and the ML didn't end his own life after all. And being 6 episodes into the drama, I definitely wish that wasn't the case. I feel like it would be much more profound (to me!! just as a personal preference) if truly the only person the ML has to be saved from is himself. It would just be a beautiful mirror for me of how he changed her life. Giving back to him, full circle.

And there's really just SOMETHING that hits for me in the idea of the impossibility of just "fixing" a couple life events to cure depression - the idea of her changing history again & again and it not saving him, because depression isn't just about outer circumstances but what a person is experiencing inside. Her having to come to terms that demanding he be happy and care for himself isn't the solution. (People with depression are so often told to just try harder to be happy and think happy thoughts).

I fully understand this is NOT the story the writer wants to tell and the story the writer DOES want to tell really resonated with people. But that's just how it goes sometimes. 🤷 It simply wasn't written for me.

The story I'd be more enthused about would be FL going into these time travel adventures to save her kpop idol who inspired her to keep living, at her darkest point, and eventually helping him believe in 1 more day. So he lives through THAT DAY in the future. After which nothing is guaranteed. But there is hope. One day at a time. And through that experience, realizing her obsessive fangirl love was never about his real self... the same as his love-at-first-sight teen crush doesn't hold up after getting to know her real self. And she and pathetic teen delinquent Kim Tae Sung fall in love & are dating for real now when she returns to the future, as a rom com subplot. She finally sees her idol as just another struggling person and they do become friends.

This drama is very well made and I can see why this drama and its otp are so popular. Just not exactly catered to my tastes. You know how for some people, fictional incest ships are a deal breaker? well lmao those don't squick me but fan x celebrity pairings do 🙈😂😭