I haven't been looking forward to this Nicole/Maeve breakup storyline, but I'll give the writers props for keeping us interested by bringing Harper into it.
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I know Theresa Headly is only a guest star but how lazy is it to just get her to ditch leanne! I am raging!
And no doubt this is going to reflect on Maeve and Nicole. Like why bother write their engagement if you're not gonna follow through. Kinda hoping it's a misunderstanding but I don't have high hopes 🙃🥲
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What a shot from Shortland Street’s iconic cast shoot!
We are so honoured to have the stunning and talented Marianne Infante and Theo Dāvid as part of the core cast for Shortland Street’s milestone 30th Anniversary.
Whilst contemplating the ongoing saga of ‘Where’s Ros?’ and hoping for a reprise of RosLea before too long, I must admit I’m loving the silliness and facial expressions on Shortland Street and that they don’t take themselves too seriously.
This scene last week tickled me a lot and made me want to know how much laughing and how many takes were involved. I love the Leanne/Jennifer-Maeve/Jess exchange especially; I’m sure Jess couldn’t keep a straight (haha) face and so was looking away... XD
Leanne: Actually, Delwyn, I have no interest whatsover in Willie; I’m a lesbian now. Ros and I couldn’t be happier. Isn’t that right, Maeve?
idk if this is a specific enough prompt, but what about some stuff in the neutral endings where toriel is queen?
Yes! I love that ending and it needs more attention! Have some sweet soriel with Queen Toriel. I really enjoyed writing this one and maybe one day may write more for this ending. Who knows.
Queen
Toriel groaned as she woke up, her head throbbing in pain from poor sleep and likely dehydration. She has been so busy, self-care has been forgotten. Granted, she didn’t do much better before when she lived in the Ruins. Still, as Queen, she was a poor example of royalty in her condition. Sitting up she rubbed her tired eyes. There was so much paperwork to do, she really needed to hire help.
“heya, tori,” a familiar deep tone said.
“Sans,” she said then winced while rubbing her head.
“gotta headache?” Sans asked and she nodded. She heard him shuffle off and she sighed. Her poor friend only just arrived to cheer her up, or so she believed until she looked over her stack of to-do paperwork and found it all done. The handwriting was unmistakably Sans, and she chuckled softly.
Sans returned, a glass of water and a bottle of pills. It was so sweet of him. She took his kind offer, smiling as he dimmed the lights in the room. “When did you become an expert at filling out all this paperwork? I think you filled these out far better than I ever could.”
Sans chuckled before sitting in the chair across from her. “no skin means no paper cuts, and filling out enough forms gave me the experience needed to be a cut above the rest.” Oh, that one made her laugh, and wince as her head protested the noise and effort. “a bad one, huh? sorry, tori. the forms are done, you’ve got no meetings to go to. forget about anything you think you gotta do and get some rest. i’ll walk you to your room if you want.”
Toriel shook her head, looking at him with an apologetic smile. “I… Sans, as my friend, I am about to share a… private matter with you. I know you hate to make promises, but can you please promise not to tell this one?”
He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, taking a moment to think it over. “eh, i doubt any situation would come up that i might spill any beans. so, what’s this secret of yours that you need to tell me?”
Toriel took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly. It was silly to be so stressed about this around him, but she was. “I can not sleep in that room,” She started and she saw the startled look in his eyelights. “I have not been able to get a single wink of sleep in that bedroom at all since I got here. Not that I slept well at all before…”
There was such concern in his eyelights for her that it actually made her soul flutter a little. It had been a long time since she had someone look at her with such care. Sans then stood and walked around the table, holding out his boney hand to her. “do you trust me?”
She looked at his hand, so small compared to her massive paws. The question really should be the other way around. Her dear friend was so fragile compared to her, and for as many secrets she knows he keeps, he truly was bare bones when it came to his own self-regard. All her paperwork was done, neatly stacked, and she knew he would make sure they were all filed properly as said. The water and pills had started to help and she suspected he was about to try helping her get proper rest. Yet, his clothes looked well worn, a far cry from the neat and tidy appearance of his younger brother. His random dozing off she recognized from her own drowsiness from poor sleep at night. Toriel had come to suspect Sans' tendencies to visit her to help keep her company was more than for her sake. Remembering how bad she got in the Ruins, she feared the same for him.
“With my life, my dear friend,” she said, taking his hand and she heard him chuckle softly. He took a couple of steps backward, guiding her to her feet while keeping his sockets on her. Before she knew it, she was no longer in her office, but in a cozy little house. She blinked and looked around, still amazed by Sans’ little “shortcuts.” Settling her eyes back on him she smiled, “Is this your home?”
“yeah, here, get cozy on the couch, i’ll get you some pillows n’stuff.” As he shuffled off she took a seat and… well getting cozy will take some effort. She had heard Undyne complain about the brother’s couch before, but now she was experiencing it first hand. Indeed, it was lumpy, but the fact he cared led her to not care and find a position she could tolerate sleeping in.
Soon after Sans returned, helping her settle in more. She felt so warm and safe after he covered her up in a warm, fuzzy, dark blue blanket. He backed away, seeming content with his progress. “alright, try to get some rest. i’ll go file those forms for you.”
Before he could leave she reached a paw out and grabbed his hand. That clearly scared him, far more than she would suspect, but then he had confessed to low HP. That likely keeps him on edge all the time… “None of those need to be filed today. Please… do not leave me. I… my mind…”
There was a look of understanding in his sockets then and he gripped her paw back. “i’ll stay… i can read to you if you’d like.”