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heleneplays · 2 years

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You'll remain here (You'll remain dear inside)

LITERALLY FUCK ME I GUESS. SPENT THIS WHOLE DAY DOING NOTHING BUT WRITE FOR THE BLORBOS AND YOU KNOW WHAT. IDC. IT'S WORTH IT. THEY'RE WORTH IT.

anyways this are parts of the besties' pov, because I have unresolved feelings and half baked personifications of them screaming at me to write!!! them!!! down!!! so i am blaming my own issues but also James bc SIR. augh. my love for your goddamn blorbos is terminal and i succumb gladly :(

ok but honestly i was originally just going to write a meta fic of Helene actually becoming a self-aware character, that her choices were all predetermined, that it was a game etc etc on the second part but HEY things happen and next thing i know i wrote like 10k words instead of her choosing to fuck the narrative that good things have a price, and love is always enough in this three (?) part series of the endgame that never is, was, and hopefully never will be!!!!!!

ANYWAYS

forgot to say but stream GODSENT by BEN&BEN LIKE AUGH PLEASE.

again, María x Helene, but arching POVs from Sam, Cleo, Esme, Rémy, Zhu, and Dominique in the start of it all <3

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Helene died, cradled in María's arms. They saw her breathe her last, focused on nothing but the woman who held her.

Sam almost wants to be bitter at that moment, because she'd gone and left, and her eyes never strayed. She didn't notice anyone else, had no other words to say except for María, and then they remember.

("It's always been her, Sam." She whispers, smiling brokenly as she stares straight ahead.)

So instead, they turn that bitterness into one part grief, nine parts wonder because throughout their adventures, the woman they consider their idol-turned-mentor-turned-friend was still as true to their heart, even in the face of broken dreams of the future, in the face of death.

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"It feels like i'm playing God, when I hold these things in my hand." She whispers.

Sam remembers the island. Of how the Carxite podium held her, gripped her. The way inhuman rage looked at her, and how she ordered the island's defenses to activate.

Sam remembers the ozone smell, like fresh struck thunder; of vision of half-melted bodies of her enemies, of all the Nazis who set their boots into the shore.

Sam remembers calling out for her, and her cruel reply; remembers the light in her eyes gone, replaced with a dead-eyed imposter in her place sneering with cold contempt.

Of her breaking out of it, as they approached her, and as María, even then, stared at the woman with no ounce of fear.

Then Sam thinks about the silver-eyed goddess who stood in that place just moments ago, radiant with power, untouchable, but alive in the way the first one forgot; of how they snapped their fingers, and used the stone's powers like a familiar extension of their limb—not to kill everyone like she did then—but to delibitate and injure her enemies enough to stop them from interfering.

(Of how María, themselves, Belby, and in extension, the rest of their team shot Heidi Hahn in cold blood as Helene turned her wiles against the slippery snake beforehand.)

And of how they decisively struck down, with no measure of mercy, the other woman who made this endgame happen.

(Because if Sabine Schneider never found about the Archive, never subscribed to the Aryan ideals, never descended into a madness so familiar, then this clash of titans would have perhaps never borne fruit.)

(Atleast, Sam would like to think so.)

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"Of all the people you included for this deathride of a mission, I didn't think you'd be the one to die, Helene."

---

Cleo looks at the woman she just helped lay down the couch, then towards Esme who was looking at Helene with a curious gaze. She looks as heartbreak settles in the woman's eyes, but not grief. She's seen enough people in the entirety of this war mourn and break into grief, but Esme seems to just breeze past that and go straight to acceptance.

Cleo feels discombobulated.

"It doesn't feel right, no?" The blonde's crisp tone shakes her out of stupor. The woman would be embarassed at being caught staring, but she's kind of past that.

"I don't—I mean, She is—" Cleo starts, trying to give words to her thoughts. Esme understands though.

"The first time I met her, I knew she was a star. She burned so fierce and brightly that day that she and my..." Esme shakes her head, voice pained but a broken smile painting her lips. "the day she and I met. Did you know we met during her dig in Jerusalem in '34? We crossed paths outside the Colony, and I felt something was about to happen after a brief moment our gazes met. Not even 10 minutes later, she was running out the Grand Salon, Nazis on her heels after she pissed them off— Next thing I knew, I was out there with the shattered remains of a pot, saving her from certain death by gunshot after she got herself cornered by one."

"I knew Spillane was a bit of a disaster, but to hear that she's just like that since then—"

"Oh no, don't get me wrong, Helene's a great big daredevil, but I was kind of a foolhardy self-proclaimed adventurer then, dragging Abdul all over the place, then it just clicked, you know? I do so hate bullies, and that day... made things clearer. Somehow."

"I kind of get it. She's a trailblazer, with almost 0 regards to conventional boundaries of society, then she drags you along for the ride."

"I went there willingly, i'll have you know!"

"Oh yeah? Well I was the one dragging her through it first!"

Both women look at each other, and laugh. It's painful, and others would say a touch hysterical, but it's something true, a release.

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"I did her wrong, kinda a lot. Is it selfish of me to wish she was back, so I can apologize for some of the things I did?"

Esme keeps quiet for a few moments, before she replies.

"Helene got my man killed, you know. In '38, during that quest for that man looking for his ancestor's grave."

Cleo turns to look at her, shocked.

"I'm sorry, that's unkind." Esme sighs, but continues.

"It's just partly her fault. This... cult, they attacked our home because Helene was there, because I missed an adventure and it was a perfect excuse to get to see her. We were down to one floor, trying to survive, and it was a bloodbath, because their members so many, then Sam was clobbered down, and then Helene had to make a choice between me and Abdul."

Cleo wanted to ask so many things, but kept quiet.

"It was a split second, and I saw her looking at Abdul, thinking that my honeybear was going to be the one she saves, because to be quite honest, those two are more alike than I really would like to admit. And I was okay, I was ready for death because I love him, I loved him, I loved Abdul Al-Maliki, and I was alright as long as he lived—"

"But she chose you, instead."

"She did. And I wanted to hate her, because she saved me, instead of him, my light and the reason I loved so freely—And for a while, I did."

A slow smile curls into her face.

"I hated her. For all 10 seconds of it."

Cleo wants to be shocked. But she can't. Helene was, fundamentally, never unlikeable. She may be a clown at times, infuriating and stubborn; but never unlikeable.

(It's like a power of hers, they think. Helene has a great capacity to befriend people, soothe tempers, and charm others.)

(But she also was unflinching, unabashed, and unremorseful, especially against her enemies.)

"Helene has a great capacity for love. I was privelleged to part a small part of her heart, along with Abdul, and it was that part that I think, that gave her the instinct to save me. Love is not quantifiable by any means, but I think, Abdul told her just how far the depths go, and that moment made her choose differently."

Esme clenches her fist.

"I didn't understand then, but looking at how María held her, God, how she broke—She asked for my forgiveness before we left for this, y'know? I said I forgave her then, even if I didn't know why. Because even if his death hurts, he tried, she tried, and that's all I can really ask for."

(Abdul is a kind, good, gentle man. Slow to anger, with an infinite well of love. Helene is a kind, somewhat good, gentle woman. Slow to anger, with an infinite well of love.)

(Demons run when good men go to war.)

(So what would good women make run when they go to war?)

(Everything. Everyone.)

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"You're right. Helene being dead feels surreal, because she survived far worse things. Most of which were my fault, because I kept omitting parts of the truth."

Cleo says after a while. She closes her eyes, thinking about every adventure she shared with the woman.

New Orleans. Congo. Romita. Kuzco.

All adventures fraught with deep, heavy things. Goddamned Racists, secret Nazis and murderous Natives, a Cannibalist group, and again, even more Nazis, except this time not-so-secret.

"I should be dead, to be honest. All the way back from Congo."

Cleo takes a deep breath.

"Our story starts in New Orleans, like I told you. She invited me to do a guest lecture in her fine, prissy, whites-only college, because she was like that; and we attracted the attention of the local Ku Klux Klan because of it. Things happened, and I dragged her to solve a mystery, we solved it only to get captured; she got lightly tortured for our troubles, almost maimed by a dog and then a croc. Then I invited her to Congo, she accepted, omitted that the jungle locals were growing more agressive, stumbled to a Nazi conspiracy, got captured, AGAIN, almost got branded as slaves, DID work one shift as one, staged a coup, overthrew the local soldier garrison... THEN HAD TO STAGE ANOTHER BATTLE YET AGAIN, but we survived; hell, we lived!"

Her hands shake, imperceptibly.

"We lived because she sent Sam and our guide, Jeff, with me, and she braved the north side alone with her part of the troops until we had to regroup as one, and then she saved me, while I was lying prone on my back, about to get skewered by their bayonets; but there she was, like an avenging little angel, smoking gun being reloaded faster than I could comprehend. And all I did get to say was thanks, because our adventure wasn't done, and after it all she was just—"

Cleo smiles, thinking about the Helene who literally flopped down on a bed and slept 48 hours straight.

"She went straight to sleep, heedless of everything else, didn't she?"

"Yeah."

They both take a second to collect themselves. Then Cleo continues.

"The next time we met was months after that, but she waved me off, getting me a drink 'til we went home drunk, and then I didn't talk to her about it again, and see her in person until Romita. I can't tell you want happened in Kuzco, but God, Romita? That place was a hundred ways more personal and fucked up than the whole back-to-back siege in Congo, because that... the monsters we encountered there? Truly Inhuman."

Cleo twists her fingers, trying not to remember the way her student flinched away from her, scared and emaciated; of the broken body of the girl, Mina–no, Stefania, flying down to the earth, and the crunch that followed after her self-made descent off the ravine.

(She tries to keep the chilling image of Ariadne Stokes smiling at them beforehand out of her mind, and shivers as she tried to think of what monster Helene faced. Because the ravenette was so silent and withdrawn afterwards, and she wouldn't speak of anything that transpired, even prodded.)

"Alone." Cleo says, and Esme searches her face, trying to understand. Then it clicks.

"You left her alone."

A statement, not a question.

"Yes. I'm not proud of it, but I've left her more times than I should have, all these years."

"...I won't ask why, or tell you what you should feel, because that's yours alone." Esme finally says, after a while. "But I'd like to think she's forgiven you anyways. She did that, kind of a lot."

"...Yeah, I know. I want to think that too."

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"You saved... kinda a lot of asses, Spillane. But nobody's ever been able to save you, when it mattered."

"No, someone did."

And their gaze slides towards María, who's still looking out the window and into the empty night sky, looking for something only she could see.

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Rémy can count on one hand the times he'd been out of words. As a learned man, he never had a lack of them, loving the way his voice sounds, especially at the throes of passion.

But hearing that his dear friend, the woman who dared him, once upon a time, to fuck one of his paramours in the top of the Eiffel, has been lost. Well, people can forgive him for not gracing them with his presence, right?

("You, you, you fiendish Frenchman!" Helene shakes with indignance, trying to pummel your back with her tiny fists as you carry her on your shoulder.)

(You laugh, real and deep. "Oh yes, I am a fiend, and I am indeed French! Congratulations on your astute observation, chérie." This is one of the many times you've met after a seminar, but the first you've seen the professional woman crack. Who knew all it took was getting her drunk and embarrassed?)

("Augh, damn you. The only person who should be handling me like this is Spanish and she's farrrrrr more cuter than you, Fournier!" She declares, and you almost colide with a post.)

("Well, well, well! Sounds like a juicy tale, Chérie! You should tell me all about it!")

("No." She pouts, and you feel her tense. "Talking about her makes me sad. And I don't like that.")

(You want to press, but it slips your mind, because the next moment, she's out like a light.)

Miles grimaces beside him, bone deep weariness hitting in the moment the news hits.

"—o can you guys come pick everyone here up?"

"Oui, hang on tight. We'll get the island secured."

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"How does it go again? Ah, yes. Too rich for use, for Earth too dear."

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Zhu feels numb, as he sits quietly on his perch, just back from staring from the corpse of his friend.

("You are better than this, Jian Zhu, and you better listen to someone who knows and believes that there IS a goodness that exists within you, with all that want to be a better man! It starts that this moment, by acknowledging that this is bigger than you, than Kao, than everything else you've planned for revenge; So please—" Her voice is five parts pleading, five parts command, and oh. There it is. "Please stay, and help me finish this once and for all.")

(It's at this precise moment you knew you'd come to the ends of the earth with her, for her.)

("Okay." You whisper. "Okay." You say again, more full, more forceful. Because you know your need is selfish, is stupid, but Helene understands, and she knows better than anyone else a part of your story now, and all she asks for is this time, to help her save the world.)

(And you couldn't disobey, even if you tried. Because she is part of your absolution, and you will be a supplicant for her earnest devotion, the same way you feel her protégé(?) does as they cling to her.)

(Helene Spillane may physically be the smallest woman in the room, but the magnitude of her presence fills her with unnatural grace and strength that she dons on and off as she pleases, like a cloak.)

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"...I'm not surprised, because I know how far devotion can run. I... I understand."

---

Dominique has had some of the shittiest days lately. It nearly tops the moment they uncovered the camps, but—

Helene is still, and if they close their eyes, they could swear the woman was just sleeping, the way she was no less than 48 hours ago, deep in the jungle wilds while in Japan.

It looked deep, you thought, with the way she was so still; but the brief rest didn't last, and she handily opened her eyes to stare towards you, unseeing yet, but her hands flying to the throwing knife hidden in her side at a blink of an eye.

Then awareness fills them, and you shake you head, opting to get her to prepare instead.

(So no, denial is a bad look on you.)

It doesn't feel real, the assault on the fortress taking almost instantaneously after their mission, after a brief hour or two to get ready with tools and wait for the team to be assembled. Then the bloodbath, of fighting the ground troops, teaming up in several pairs because manpower, time, and the path to the end is limited, and you all needed to make sure the assault is fast and efficient for the world, the fate of the world hangs in this one mission, and you loathe to think the end of it fails.

You don't want to fail. Death is inevitable, and you are nonetheless proud for being included in this ragtag bunch of people fighting for a better tomorrow. Included in the imposible last defense of this mystical mumbo-jumbo, because of course alien and magical powers are goddamn real.

(Fires blaze in your heart as Helene makes the final rounds for one last time before the endgame starts. Final goodbyes were already said awhile ago, and everyone tenses in anticipation.)

(In a better world, you think, Helene would have made a great motivational speaker.)

(And then you snort. Because Helene actually hates speaking in front of a crowd, and most, if not all her extroverted tendencies were a front. You'd know, because for all the showmanship you've done for the sake of your career, part of it was just for you to show off your skills in a relatively anonymous manner.)

(Show a clown to the circus, and get your bread and gold, and all that jazz.)

You're going to miss her, you think. You look around and spot Sam cringing on the side, trying their best to patch themselves up with one hand.

And you can't help but sigh, because the woman you observed who'd have patted their head and give them a noogie before doing the patch-up themselves is gone.

(And never coming back...)

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"Our time was brief, but hey, we always had fun, didn't we Helene my dear?"

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They say death is the end.

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Helene is dead.

And then she wakes up.

There are many questions to be answered. But looking into her eyes, even though something inside has fundamentally shifted, something added, something lost; it's still her.

So they hold off, and take the gift as it is.

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The word of her death does not spread far. Everyone else agreed to keep it under wraps, the cost of victory still too raw, too dear to talk about.

They settle on half of a lie, that yes, she was briefly gone; but life-saving maneuvers got her back.

But everyone in that island remembers. Her friends; her chosen family— something will forever be changed, because they knew the finality, had lived it, and mourned it, however briefly; before she went and changed all the rules.

(Helene loves to defy expectations. This happening is no other. Everyone is safe, and it's free real estate.)

And because of it, they will all have the chance to talk, really talk, and a chance for a future. Altogether.

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Helene sits in a bench under the shade. Silver strands caress her face as the wind shifts, blowing a gentle breeze against her face.

Beside her, María sits, saying nothing aside from quietly slipping her hand into hers, and squeezing it. A stray beam dapples from the trees, making the golden bands on their fingers glint in the fading light.

"Do you have any regrets, Helene?"

"Before? During? or After?"

"In any of them."

Helene is quiet, as she is most days. But María has grown to be patient, because love is kind, and makes better fools of them both.

"No."

Short and succinct, with a finality in her tone.

(María, as most of the years that have passed, had grown to understand her new language.)

"Okay. Me either."

And silence reigns.

It’s a loaded but comfortable silence, their two hearts beating as one, and for that moment, everything is enough.

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"Hey, María?"

"Yes, Helene?"

"Do you know I love you?"

"Yes. Do you?"

"Know that you love me?"

"Yeah, that."

"I don't need to know. I always felt it."

"Even after all I put you through?"

"Even then. Even now. Forever will, and even then."

"How?"

"You're a masterful liar, María, but you can't fool someone like me."

The book snaps shut. And she looks down on her lap, where Helene lies as she wants.

"And what is 'like you', huh?"

Helene looks up at her, eyes bright, and ever so full of love.

"Someone who knows. Someone who sees. Someone who percieves."

She says, quietly, but confidently. Then the brunette shifts, bringing herself up, so different in the time she lied there unmoving, craded in the redhead's arms. And she cups her face in her small, warm hands, and brings herself close, close eneough that they can see the flecks in their irises; of the yellow and gold intersped in María's hazel, and the subtle silver that settled in Helene's dark, grey-brown.

"Most importantly, Someone who loves..." she whispers. "you."

(María kisses her, and it's heady, sweet, and everything Helene ever needs.)

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"Why did you come back?"

"...Because I wanted to."

"And it's enough?"

You understand that she speaks from a fear, a fear that you'll abandon her for your chase of power. The fear of being left alone, because you already left this mortal coil once, and something hums in you, calling for the void.

You can't explain in words, so you capture her in a kiss. And then try.

"I fought the universe itself to come back here because I believed, María. I believed in humanity, in myself, and the people here I do so love."

"That doesn't answer if it's enough." She answers, her grip tighter at the second.

Am I enough, she what she really asks.

It should hurt, after all these years, this doubt; but instead, it teethers you. And you blink, and everything finally slots into place. So you match her, and hold her close.

You smile.

"I love you, María."

You are enough, is your reply.

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lessi-lover · 8 days

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Fav fics this week? ⭐️⭐️⭐️

to be honest i've had few favourites from the past week 🤭 🤭

@samkerrworshipper beautiful girl series is AMAZING if you're looking for something a little bit angsty and written so well! there's three parts to this series currently uploaded and i think she's got more in the works! link here 🫶🏻 🫶🏻 🫶🏻 🫶🏻

this is a really cute one of lucy bronze x reader by @helen-with-an-a called 'short but mighty' that i loved reading! link here 🫶🏻 🫶🏻 🫶🏻 🫶🏻

i'm such a sucker for 'dad jessie' and this was such a cute pregnancy fic by @flemingsfreckles it's a birth fic that isn't too graphic called 'he's ours'. link here 🫶🏻 🫶🏻 🫶🏻 🫶🏻

the queen of clingy alexia fics is here @sunnyaelia made such an adorable alexia x reader fic nighttime edition 🤭 if you're looking for good alexia fic before bed she's your gal. link here 🫶🏻 🫶🏻 🫶🏻 🫶🏻

i'm not by any means an esme girl but @russo-woso made the cutest fic about reader being introduced to the man city girls and honestly am i an esme girl now? link here 🫶🏻 🫶🏻 🫶🏻 🫶🏻

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#lou fic recs

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mhsnetflixblog · 4 months

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Midnight Horror School (Netflix Jr.) Character Voices

English

Ampoo - Christina Kelly

Anto - April Winchell

Æon - Kelly Sheridan

Bri - Laura Post

Borocca - Rebecca Soler

Chaps - Candi Milo

Dabble - Sarah Taylor

Docky - John Tartaglia

Enton - Tom Kenny

Fonton - Richard Steven Horvitz

Friedi - Fryda Wolff

Furanzo - Maria Petrano

Genie - Simon Hill

Hikky - Madeleine Martin

Inky - Leslie Carrara-Rudolph

Juno - Tabitha S. Germain

Kabo - Hope Marie Segoine

Kami - Cree Summer

Karen - Kira Gelineau

Liddy - Andrea Libman

Magnero - Andrew Sabiston

Noisy - Grey DeLisle

Nonny - Michelle Marie

Onpoo - Abigail Gordon

Œther - Dee Bradley Baker

Oozee - Lizzie Freeman

Piranin - Scott Menville

Quicky - Corinne Orr

Ringring - Michael Kovach

Rosso - Kelsey Painter

Shiro - Tara Strong

Spimon - Annick Obonsawin

Tubee - Pamela Morton

Usop - Lance Henriksen

Vincent - Vincent Martella

Watt - Jo Wyatt

Mr. X - Jeremy Shada

Yumyum - Katt Williams

Zobie - Donovan Patton

Zuzu - Carla Delaney

Mr. Salaman - Ian McDougall

Mr. Tigerl - KJ Schrock

Ms. Peginand - Julie Sype

Ms. Unirex - Leah Ostry

Mr. Komoika - Shannon Lynch

Lure - Cory Doran

Johnny Crow - Patrick Warburton

Vending Machines - Patrick Seitz, Laura Bailey

Mr. Showtime - Christian Bale

Mr. Book Deposit Machine - Don Brown

Old Owl Sage - Jason Jones

Owl Sage Apprentice - Mariette Sluyter

Principal Kocho - James Hong

Eddy - Meesha Conteras

Vice-Principal Esme & Osma - Samantha Bee & Helen King

Casey - Vegas J Jenkins

Ra - Teala Dunn

Wendell - Brett Bauer

Winifred - Carol Ann Day

Monty Carlo - Joey Mazzarino

Bashful - Roger Rhodes

Pumu-Scott McNeil

Quasar-Lenore Zann

Dr. Ongo - Park Shin Yong

Bello the Bus Driver - Dave Pettit

Coco the Jinn - Travis Willingham

Motherboard-Kimberly Brooks

AJ - Bommie Catherine Han

Eli - Sarah Bock

Fiona - Dahlia Lynn

Fred - Nitzan Sitzer

KC - Hope Marie Segoine

Mona - Meghan Strange

Roy - Finn Phoenix

Rudy - Yantzi Michael David (credited as Mike Yantzi)

Tee - Bommie Catherine Han

Zane - Sharon Youngmee Kwon

Japanese

Ampoo - Chiyako Shibahara

Anto - Ai Maeda

Æon - Ai Kayano

Bri - Kumiko Yokote

Borocca - Junji Majima

Chaps - Hisayo Mochizuki

Dabble - Ken Morita

Docky - Takeshi Kusao

Enton - Tarusuke Shingaki

Fonton - Kenji Nojima

Friedi - Azusa Enoki

Furanzo - Miyuki Sawashiro

Genie - Ryuuzou Ishino

Hikky - Hiromi Ohtsuda

Inky - Tomoe Hanba

Juno - Ayumi Kida

Kabo - Tomoko Kawakami

Kami - Nakamura Maiden

Karen - Kaori Yamamoto

Liddy - Tomoko Kawakami

Magnero - Setsuji Satoh

Noisy - Tomoe Hanba

Nonny - Yutaka Nakano

Onpoo - Sakiko Tamagawa

Œther - Kenjiro Tsuda

Oozee - Ayano Yamamoto

Piranin - Eriko Nakayama

Quicky - Takeshi Kusao

Ringring - Yuna Taira

Rosso - Eriko Nakayama

Shiro - Isla Summerhaze

Spimon - Etsuko Kozakura

Tubee - Chiyako Shibahara

Usop - Kosuke Okano

Vincent - Kosuke Okano

Watt - Sakiko Tamagawa

Mr. X - Ayumi Kida

Yumyum - Ryusei Nakao

Zobie - Yusuke Numata

Zuzu - Etsuko Kozakura

Mr. Salaman - Sukekiyo Kameyama

Mr. Tigerl - Kenji Nomura

Ms. Peginand - Hiroko Oohashi

Ms. Unirex - Hiroko Oohashi

Mr. Komoika - Kenji Nomura

Lure - Yuichi Nagashima

Johnny Crow - Kosuke Okano

Vending Machines - Cho, Sukekiyo Kameyama

Mr. Showtime - Kenji Nomura

Mr. Book Deposit Machine - Kenji Nomura

Old Owl Sage - Hiroshi Iwasaki

Owl Sage Apprentice - Yuko Sanpei

Kocho-sensei - Tomomichi Nishimura

Eddy - Kenji Nomura

Esme-sensei & Osma-sensei - Cho & Hisayo Mochizuki

Casey - Kenji Nomura

Bello the Bus Driver - Chafurin

Ongo-isha - Mayumi Tanaka

Coco the Jinn - Kenji Nomura

Ra - Chiyako Shibahara

Wendell - Kosuke Okano

Winifred - Hiromi Ohtsuda

Bashful - Setsuji Satoh

Monty Carlo - Tomoaki Maeno

Motherboard-Atsuko Tanaka

Pumu-Ayumu Murasa

Quasar-Misato Fukuen

AJ - Karen Miyama

Eli - Chinami Yoshioka

Fiona - Maika Pu

Fred - Botchiboromaru

KC - NOA

Mona - Ai Kayano

Roy - Isla Summerhaze

Rudy - Yu Fukaya

Tee - Kaori Yamamoto

Zane - Yuna Taira

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aylinaliens · 2 years

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Any 🌶️ book recs?

hello anon!! of course i have 🌶 book recs! i prefer meatier plot wise but i do have a few that is straight up the ‘plot what plot’ tag.

the kiss quotient + the bride test by helen hoang: these two books were like my intro into 🌶 adult books so they have a special place in my heart. not only does it have good rep for those on the spectrum but the relationships/spice is so good. the kiss quotient is about a woman with asperger who hires a male escort to ‘teach’ her how to be better in the bedroom. the bride test is set in the same universe! this has a forced marriage/marriage of convenience and wjxjwjjxd the SPICE!! esme & kai are my beloveds <3

the mindf*ck series by s.t. abby: full disclosure GO LOOK AT THE TRIGGERS because this series is heavy. heavy HEAVY. a ceral killer who wants to exact revenge on this small town falls in love with the FBI agent that is assigned to her case. sounds messed up and it is but the romance between lana and logan stays surprisingly wholesome?? and the spice was so good. this series is a crime/thriller first and a romance second so be aware of that

get a life chloe brown (+ the next two book in the series) by talia hibbert: rarely do i blush or have any physical reaction whilst reading but hdjwjxjd yeah this series has me 😳 the whole time. the series follows a trio of sisters who all get their love story. the brown sisters are equal parts hilarious and lovable. i can’t even pick a favorite one or couple because they all are so good

it happened one summer by tessa bailey: this book is literally just a schitts creak au skdjwjjdjd piper bellinger is a spoiled rich girl who is sent to a tiny little coastal town with her sister after she throws a party that is a little too out of hand. she ends up meeting a rugged fisherman. it’s the grumpy x sunshine trope on steroids. the spice…idk what kind of water tessa bailey is drinking but it’s next level. this sequel about pipers younger sister was actually one of the books i picked up today and i’m so excited to start it!!

how to fake it in hollywood by ava wilder: this is a newer release that came out like two months ago so it’s not recommended that much and !!! i’m so confused why?? as soon as i got the arc i completely devoured it in a few hours. it’s an age gap (in a non-weird way) between a hollywood starlet and an A-lister who fake dates for publicity. this one is heavier but the smut we get is *chefs kiss*

promises & pomegranate by sav r. miller: this is one of my ‘plot what plot’ book cnjwjdjs this is a very loose hades & persephone retelling with a little bit of mafia romance thrown in. the whole thing was weird but the 🌶 was excellent even though some of the scenes made me set the book down because they got a little bit too wild (and maybe not in a good way)

a brush with love by mazey eddings: this is what i like to call my ‘comfort soft smut 🥺🌶’ book. if you read fanfic you know what i mean by soft smut. the whole book is so fluffy it makes me want to cry. and the smut is so sOft it gives me butterflies. it’s a little slice of life that follows two dental students who fall in love. the tension and chemistry between harper & dan is sizzling!!

romancing mister bridgerton by julia quinn: this is the only book the bridgerton series that has manage to put me in a chokehold. penelope and colin are my idiotic beloveds who i love to hate. slowburn (SLOWBURN as in 10+ years) and friends to lovers is my weakness. i frequently think about multiple 🌶 scenes from that book every weak because it was that good…without getting too graphic let’s just say mirrors hit differently for me now

dating dr. dil by nisha sharma: THIS BOOOOK!!!the 🌶?? legendary. it has the typical fake dating/engagement trope but the dynamic between the characters was everything. i’m a suck for bickering and the antagonizing slow push and pull that exists. and kareena/prem push and pull a lot. the spice was also steamy too

mistakes were made by meryl wilsner: the fact that i got an arc for this book is still so surreal like ?? what did i do to deserve this?? okay so for those who crave the ✨sapphic✨ 🌶 you need to check this out. it’s about a college senior who hooks up with her best friends mom. the two have a one night stand and the very next day they are thrown together. i loved this GIMME more adult sapphic 🌶

delilah doesn’t care by ashley herring: another ✨sapphic✨ book because <3 the spice…A H jdjwkdksjdkd it was so ??? i can’t even ??? how this book manages to be so sweet and so hot at the same time is a mystery

one last stop + red white royal blue by casey mcquiston: pretty sure these are two of the most recommended lgbtq+ spicy-adjacent books out there but i thought i would throw them in anyways because despite how hyped they are i adore these books so much!!

the lady’s guide to celestial mechanics by olivia waite: lesbian historical regency era 🌶 romance?? need i say MORE????

fingersmith by sarah waters: this is an older book but it inspired the handmaiden film (if you haven’t watched it gooooo check it out pls). it’s more plot heavy but yeah…historical sapphic spicy books 🤧 love them dearly

neon gods by katee roberts: …another hades & persephone retelling because ?? i am utter weak at the knees for them. it’s another ‘plot what plot’ book for me

ali hazelwood books: i would not say her books are SPICY because they only have like two scenes (talking about you the love hypothesis) but the novellas get very very smutty. ali hazelwood is my guilty pleasure author. her books kill my brain cells but they are entertaining enough to make me forgive the flaws

i hope this helps anon! these book vary on 🌶 level. i didn’t just want to give you a list of all the popular spicy booktok favorites so i tried to throw in some more less talked about ones! if i’m not watching dramas i’m reading so if anyone wants recs let me know because i love gushing about my favorite books

#i’m also fairly new to the 🌶 genre! i’m slowly working through my backlog on KU and my TBR #ya/historical fiction/fantasy are my true loves but i’m trying to expand #so if anyone has any book recs for me those are welcome too cjwjdjwjjd #kay answers #books #kay reads #this blog was going to be a bookblr but then i watched extraordinary you/cloy and went ‘nevermind’

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disneyfemslashfankids · 8 months

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Disney Femslash Fankids List

Fankid Tagging System:

💝-Same Universe

💖-Crossover

💗-Disney x Non Disney

Made by me:

Daxton and Serena Rabbit(Jessica Rabbit x Lola Bunny)💖💗

Emilyn Rabbit(Jessica Rabbit x Holli Would)💖💗

Elle, Andy, Sebastian, Mateo, Ezra and Pamela(Anita Radcliffe x Julieta Madrigal)(Elle, Andy and Sebastian are triplets same thing goes to Mateo, Ezra and Pamela)(Andy is a demiboy)💖

Dawn Dracula(Mavis x Rapunzel)💖💗

Maeko Madrigal(Moana x Mirabel Madrigal)💖

Jennavee Rabbit(Jessica Rabbit x Betty Boop)💖💗

Karleen Madrigal(Elsa x Isabela Madrigal)💖

Astree Madrigal(Mirabel Madrigal x Giulia Marcovaldo)💖

Edwin de Vil(Cruella de Vil x Anita Radcliffe)💝

Kyra(Elsa x Rapunzel)💖

Lenna DunBroch(Elsa x Merida DunBroch)💖

Sunny Hofferson(Astrid Hofferson x Rapunzel)💖💗

Audra Madrigal(Chicha x Pepa Madrigal)💖

Carla Madrigal(Sarah Hawkins x Pepa Madrigal)💖

Ruth DunBroch(Merida DunBroch x Toothiana)💖💗

Clarissa(Yatta x Malina)💝

Amie Madrigal(Isabela Madrigal x Rapunzel)💖

Chandler Madrigal(Raya x Dolores Madrigal)💖

Beatrice Porter-Smollett(Amelia Smollett x Jane Porter)💖

Maria, Mark, Myron, Marcus, Maya and Mona Lee-Wexler(Miriam Wexler x Mei Lee)💝

Wilma and Joan Mangal(Priya x Goth Girl)💝

Priscilla Lee-Park(Abby Park x Mei Lee)💝

Elias, Silas, Helen, Margaret and Harriet Pines-Northwest(Pacifica Northwest x Mabel Pines)💝(Elias, Silas and Helen are triplets)

Jana, Athena, Meera and Olivia Noceda-Blight(Amity Blight x Luz Noceda)💝(all four girls are quadruplets)

Caleb and Lynn Pines-Chiu(Candy Chiu x Mabel Pines)💝

Requested:

Evan and Esme Pines-Corduroy(Wendy Corduroy x Mabel Pines)💝

Heather La Bouff(Tiana x Charlotte La Bouff)💝

Amelia(Tiana x Cinderella)(I forgot the person who requested her)💖

Amanda Pelekai(Nani Pelekai x Ariel)(requested by anon)💖

Eli and James La Bouff(Tiana x Charlotte La Bouff)(requested by @georgi-girl)💝

#disney femslash #disney next gen #non disney

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ilovefinncole · 2 years

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Esme Shelby and Polly Gray Aesthetic Moodboard

#esme shelby #polly gray #amiee eftion edwards #helen mccory #peaky blinders #bbc peaky blinders #aesthetic #aesthetic moodboard #peaky blinders aesthetic #peaky blinders moodboard #peaky fookin blinders #esme lee #aunt polly #peaky fucking blinders #esme x polly

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accidental-rambler · 5 years

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read in 2019 📖 The Bride Test by Helen Hoang

“Girl loves boy loves girl.”

#the bride test #helen hoang #nadaily #litedit #dailylit #dailynovels #esme tran #khai diep #esme x khai #my edits #read in 2019 meme

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addictedforbooksquad · 5 years

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B O O K R E V I E W

╙ T H E B R I D E T E S T B Y H E L E N H O A N G

genre: romance, contemporary, new adult

publication date: 7th May, 2019

rating (1-5 scale):

writing: ★ ★ ★ ★

characters & character development: ★ ★ ★ ★

could-not-put-it-down factor: ★ ★ ★ ★

general rating: ★ ★ ★ ★

*ARC provided by publisher via Edelweiss in exchange for an honest review* For sake of total honesty, I need to admit that after "The Kiss Quotient", my expectations for this book were certainly high. And the verdict is...

This story DID NOT disappoint. More than that, I was so immersed in the plot and characters that I ceased to make any comparisons between the two pretty much right at the beginning. The unmatched MVP of this book was the main female character, Esme - I just totally fell in love with her. She is smart, brave and just straight up amazing and I very much enjoyed witnessing her journey. It felt uplifting to read about her not only taking her life into her own hands but realizing her own worth in the process as well.

Moreover, I truly appreciated that aside from the romantic arc, the author also focused on difficulties Esme faced as a person immigrating to US - the language barrier, feelings of inadequacy, fear and isolation. Her struggles felt real and that made the conclusion that much more satisfying. I cannot say much about representation of people on the autism spectrum apart from stating that in my eyes it was well done - from Khai's family stating time and again that Khai's autism is not a disease to extensive, realistic descriptions of how Khai felt, thought and experienced the world around him.

Now onto the romance part - long story short, I liked it as well. I enjoyed how, especially given the situation they found themselves in, there was no case of “instalove” for neither Esme nor Khai. Quite the opposite, they slowly built a connection and learned to understand each other.

I'm not going to lie, most of the time I wanted to hug Esme and tell her that everything would be all right but that doesn't mean that I was rooting for Khai as well. They both had their own issues to overcome and those were dealt with in a believable way. All in all, I cannot recommend this book enough! It was heartwarming, beautifully-written and touching, not to mention fun to read. It seems that with each book, Helen Hoang is carving a permanent spot for herself as one of my favourite authors. All I can think about now is getting my hands on Quan's story! He had such a great presence in this book, I just can't wait to read more about him! But I will try to wait as patiently as I can, especially since now I can tell from experience that that book will be worth the wait as well.

#the bride test #Helen Hoang #nadaily #book recs #bookworm #bibliophile #litedit #book reviews #esme tran #khai diep #esme x khai #our reviews #by kate

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heraclecology · 3 years

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The Wedding Night

pairing: Luca Changretta x Shelby!OC

summary: Tommy notices the way Luca looks at his sister upon meeting her and decides that a marriage to connect the two families would be the best way to end the vendetta and avoid further loss and violence, but she doesn’t immediately warm up to the idea.

warnings: non-graphic sexual content, arranged marriage, angst, suicidal thoughts, fluff, happy ending

word count: 1777

author’s note: so, this is the first one-shot I’ve ever written and published, so bear with me)) also I finished this at one a.m. and even though I did proofread, I really can’t guarantee that there are no grammar errors🥲

The first time Helen Shelby met Luca Changretta, she was with Tommy in his office, wasting both of their time. He was brought in by a worker, introduced as a Frenchman from Paris, but Tommy seemed to know better. Keeping Helen out of sight as much as possible, he proceeded to have the most tense and, in Helen’s opinion, the most terrifying conversation ever with a result being a vendetta and a promise to kill everyone — including Helen, Ada, Polly, Finn and Michael, who had nothing to do with the murder of Luca Changretta’s father, Vicente Changretta.

Helen could feel the man’s eyes on her throughout the conversation, and so could Tommy, which is why in the middle of it he had decided to send her out of the room and told her to go straight to Polly’s. For the rest of the day Helen was worried, constantly pacing back and forth the house, much to Polly’s annoyance. Luca had practically stripped her with his eyes, and Helen wasn’t sure she trusted Tommy’s moral compass enough to make a good decision and not offer her to him in order to stop the vendetta and avoid further pain and violence — after all, he had arranged John to marry Esme years ago for the same reasons; to bring peace between the Peaky Blinders and the Lee family. Who was to promise her that Tommy wouldn’t try to play that card again?

“He wouldn’t do something like that to you,” Polly had said, but it seemed like she wasn’t quite sure of that herself, and was trying to assure herself rather than assure her niece.

And then Tommy came home after dark, called a family meeting and told everyone the news. The vendetta would end on the condition that the two families are connected. Everybody immediately knew what that meant. Without saying a word, Helen stumbled back, falling on the sofa, the world before her eyes spinning. Arthur resorted to throwing a bottle of whiskey on the ground before storming off to compose himself, Finn and Michael appeared to be flabbergasted, and Ava and Polly were yelling at Tommy, but none of it was up for discussion, Tommy had just informed everyone of how it was going to be.

In that moment no one paid attention to the person this all directly affected and the real victim of Tommy’s poor decision making — Helen. She sat on that sofa wordlessly, trying to make sense of it all. Was she truly to marry the man responsible for her brother’s death? How could Tommy allow it? Did he truly care so little for her that he was willing to do something like that just to make peace for his fuckup? And so she burst into tears, crying like the ferocity of it could turn back the time and let her avoid meeting that man altogether.

“Helen,” Tommy kneeled down in front of her, grabbing her shoulders. “Listen to me. This is the only way, you hear me? There’s nothing I can do. You’ve got nothing to worry about, that bastard won’t hurt you, and if he ever does, the deal will be off and I will fucking kill him. You hear me?” Helen nodded curtly, her shoulders still shaking with sobs. “Good,” he pat her cheek. “Good. Now, go for a walk or something, I have matters to attend to.”

Choking with tears, Helen excused herself and hastily left the room. Grabbing her coat from the rack, she walked out of the house. Ada and Polly didn’t follow her, figuring she needed some time to herself.

She had been out for hours and, no doubt, her family was worried sick — for all they knew she left the house, kept on walking and would never come back or, even worse, decided to kill herself. And they wouldn’t have been wrong to be worried, that night Helen seriously considered suicide — as she walked over the bridge, she wondered what would happen if she were to just slip and fall into the dirty water, be carried away with the current. No one would find her until it would be too late.

She took a step forward and with a deep frown and lips slightly parted, she stepped on the railing, fitting her feet as though trying to test how she could fall and make it look like an accident. Then suddenly as though with a snap of someone’s fingers, she realised what she was doing and immediately recoiled back, almost tripping over her feet, violently shaking. With her own thoughts scaring her, she rushed back to the main street and began to hurriedly head home, breathing heavily, arms wrapped around her shoulders.

John and Esme were the only people who could have helped her, but both of them were now gone. John was dead and Esme had left with the children never to be seen again leaving Helen all alone to deal with this situation. Ada and Polly would help her as much as they could, but neither could put themselves in her shoes; neither of them would ever go through what she was going through.

But John and Esme had made it work. They were in love with each other. Why would it be different for Helen? Could she make it work with Changretta? Would he be willing to try to make it work? He must have felt something to agree to the marriage in the first place. Could she love the man who killed her brother?

That was weeks ago and now was now.

In her magnificent, white wedding dress Helen stood without moving, looking out of the window overlooking the yard. The wedding was over and it was time for the night Helen had been most nervous about — the wedding night. Now that she knew Luca better, she wasn’t as terrified as she had been the night she was told she was to marry him, but still, she was worried how it would go. Would he even want to sleep with her? Helen couldn’t say she was dying to lay with him, but she wasn’t completely against it — she just wouldn’t be the one to make the first move.

She heard faint rustling behind her, and glanced into the faint reflections of the window. Her faced showed in the windowpane as a smudge oval with hair falling on her shoulders in waves — she had insisted that she wanted to keep her hair down and no one dared to contradict the bride. The door behind her opened and Luca’s figure moved dimly in the glass like someone seen underwater, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him before taking off the suit jacket.

“Did the last guests leave?” Helen asked without turning around.

“Yeah.” He sauntered forward, wrapping his arms around her waist, resting his head on her shoulder, closing his eyes. “Care to share your thoughts?”

“About what?”

“The wedding.” He took a loud breath and opened his eyes to look at their smudged reflections.

“I think,” she began, moving her hand to wrap it around his neck. “That I wasn’t given a choice. Both outcomes were radical but only one would ruin our lives.”

“Which one?” Luca inquired, pressing his lips to her neck.

“The vendetta.” Helen looked away from their reflections, frowning. “I can’t say I like it, but I understand why you did what you did. Your brother and father were killed, and you came to take avenge them. I know for a fact that Tommy would have done the exactly same thing if that happened to us.”

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he murmured into her skin. “And I won’t do anything that you don’t feel comfortable with. For now we can just sleep, if you wish to do so.”

Helen turned around, looking into his eyes. She had not yet seen this side of Luca — soft and caring. Up until now she had seen a tough Italian gangster who didn’t care much about anything or anyone except perhaps his mother.

Helen hadn’t lied about what she had said. She sincerely believed that Luca and Tommy had more in common than either would have liked to think. Tommy would have done exactly the same thing Luca did should he have killed one of his siblings or a family member. Tommy was as much of a villain in Luca’s eyes as Luca was in Tommy’s. It all depended on the point of view.

Hesitantly, Helen gripped at the sides of his dress shirt, raising on her tip toes to press a small, almost weightless kiss on the corner of his lips before looking away, her face burning brighter than a ripe tomato.

Flustered, she tried to back away from his hands, but before she could, he bent his head to kiss her. It went on a long while, and his hands roamed downwards, finding the zipper of her dress. It fell on the floor around her ankles, leaving her with nothing. One hand on the nape of her neck, he allowed her to help him take the dress shirt off.

“I… I’ve never done anything before,” she whispered a little out of breath, resting her palm on his.

“Then I’ll show you just what you’ve missed out on,” he said, pulling her close again and she shivered from emotion, the champagne, or cold.

Suddenly he lifted her in his arms and sat down on the bed, holding her on his lap. He spoke a little horsely: “Tell me if I’m being too rough…”

He laid her down on the soft silky sheets, arms encircling her as she nervously fumbled with the buckle before she managed unclasp it, relieving him of the trousers. In that moment it was the two of them, and Helen didn’t care about anything — it was just the two of them on their wedding night, enjoying each other in the darkness of the night. She threw her head back, a soft moan escaping her lips. She could feel his fingers in her hair, and the other hand roughly gripping at her waist. Rocking back against the pillows, her moans were muffled by his lips, and her body began to tremble with pleasure.

As her body reached its climax, she unwittingly wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling Luca against her, connecting their lips for the last sweet kiss before he rolled over, pulling her against his chest. He rested his head on top of her chest, breathing almost as heavily as she did. Curling against him, Helen closed her eyes, hoping that this wasn’t a mistake and that things could only get better from here.

#luca changretta #peakyblinders #peaky blinders #luca changretta imagine #tommy shelby #1920s #luca changretta x oc #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders masterlist #masterlist #polly gray #arthur shelby #shelby sister

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