Just a guess about TADC that I really wanna record...
I think Jax's real name is Michael! Why? Because… he looks like a Michael. Oh… isn't the American voice actor for Jax called Michael Kovach? So… nevermind. I don't think his name is actually Michael. But if it's… he really does look like a Michael.
guys ive solved it. the bite of 83 never happens in the movie timeline so michael never stops being an asshole, elizabeth still dies to circus baby, and the crying child survived long enough to realize they’re actually trans and is vanessa
guys ive solved it. the bite of 83 never happens in the movie timeline so michael never stops being an asshole, elizabeth still dies to circus baby, and the crying child survived long enough to realize they’re actually trans and is vanessa
Who really took care of Kaiser when he was a child? (Part 2)
Hiiii guys!! This is part 2 of the analysis on the theory of who cared for baby Kaiser. I confess that I had a bee in my bonnet about this, lol🥲 so, I've rambled on quite a bit.
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Well, a month ago, I wrote a post here on my blog about the following topic: who took care of Kaiser when he was a baby?
And from what I've been following, some information about Michael Kaiser's parents and past has been revealed recently. They are here:
This answered some questions, while leaving several unanswered (for me). And one of them was the one I answered in part 1 of this post. If you haven't read it, you can click here if you want to read it.
The information states that Alice and Frederick divorced when Kaiser was 8 years old. However, in the manga, it is stated that Alice left shortly after Kaiser was born. At first glance, the information seems contradictory. However, I analyzed it and concluded:
Alice may have left shortly after Kaiser was born and only divorced years later. (Yeah, clearly.) For example, in some places it's common for couples to live separately (without being divorced) and only divorce later. This may be the case for them.
But, there's a small problem. We are also told that Frederick suffered a mental shock due to the divorce and, probably because of this, became very violent. So, if the violence and abuse began after Kaiser turned 8 years old, that makes me have another question:
Does Kaiser have any memories of the time before his father broke down because of the divorce? Because if Frederick took care of him after Alice left them and became violent after he turned 8, he probably must have memories of that short period.
But something contradicts that again. Take a look at this panel from chapter 261:
Kaiser says he was never called by his name by his father. He may be referring to the period of abuse, but the word "never" is quite broad, which makes me see this as a refutation of my theory about that period before Kaiser was 8 years old.
Because of this, I concluded that Frederick was probably already mentally unstable after Alice left. Theoretically, what happened was that after the divorce, he had a breakdown and became even worse than he already was.
In other words, Frederick, before the divorce, was an emotionally absent father, but at least he provided for a child's basic needs (since he abandoned the theater and became a manual laborer, which confirms that he wasn't doing well after Alice left). And after the divorce, he became an abusive and violent father.
Omg, this question almost blew my mind. With each new piece of information, my brain created more and more questions! I'm starting to think the problem is me, lmao😂
Okay, but what do you think abt this question? Do you agree or do you think differently?
some headcanons that I hallucinated while Kaneshiro still hasn't said anything about Ness' family (what an injustice)
1 - Father's name: Albert Ness (sounds similar to the name of the renowned scientist, Albert Einstein, in fact Ness's family is made up of scientists. Therefore, for me, it makes sense to think of this name for him. Furthermore, the meaning of this name is "noble brilliant" which can allude to his work.)
2 - Mother's name: Heather/Amethyst Ness (both have a similar meaning, but what changes is how the names sound together with the surname. I honestly didn't think of such a deep meaning when I suggested her name, but it crossed my mind that a name representing the color violet would be interesting. What do you think?)
3 - Names of the siblings: Allan and Alleny (I confess I wasn't very creative in suggesting names for them; it's like the names I gave to random siblings in gacha games that had to follow a pattern with the same initial letter, lmao. But, Allan and Alleny have a certain similarity in their meanings – partly because, in a way, these names are a kind of variation of Alan – meaning "rock" or "harmony." In my mind, the meaning "rock" would be linked to the meaning of Alexis's name, which is "defender/protector" – a rock can convey the idea of protection, like a wall of rocks. And the meaning "harmony" might present a certain contradiction regarding Alexis Ness's family reality, and knowing that Kaneshiro likes to introduce contradictions into Kaiser and Ness's life/relationship – I can't deny that I do – let's assume I just did the same, lol.)
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Well, what's your opinion on these suppositions? (Remember that these are just theories drawn from my bugged mind, lol.)
He's been flirting with you for weeks... but you don't know German.
Warnings: Fluff; NOT PROOFREAD!!!
[Lost in Translation → Julien Loki]
You weren’t supposed to talk to him.
That was the one rule you gave yourself when you started interning for Bastard München’s media department: don’t get distracted by the players.
They were larger-than-life athletes, practically demigods. You were a glorified assistant with a clipboard and a very temperamental laptop. You had no business even looking in Michael Kaiser’s direction.
And yet… there he was — golden-haired, star-eyed, and grinning at you like he’d just spotted his next favorite game.
You met him on your second day. You were lost — which was impressive, considering you were supposed to be taking photos of the training field. Somehow you’d wandered into the players’ hallway, clutching a camera you barely knew how to use.
He appeared out of nowhere, towel slung over one shoulder, droplets of water glinting on his neck.
“You’re new,” he said, voice smooth and lightly accented. “Willkommen in meinem Reich.” Welcome to my kingdom.
You froze. “I—uh—sorry?”
He smirked. “Ah, shy. I like that.”
You blinked, smiling awkwardly, because what else were you supposed to do?
“Ich bin Kaiser.” I am Kaiser.
“Oh! Right, yes. I know that,” you said, fumbling your camera strap. “You’re… the Kaiser.”
He laughed softly — the sound low, teasing, deliberate. “And you are?”
You gave your name, still uncertain why your pulse was doing gymnastics.
“Schöner Name,” he said. Beautiful name.
You smiled back, clueless. “Thank you?”
He grinned wider, clearly entertained. “Anytime, Liebling.” Darling.
And just like that, he walked away — leaving you in a state of mild confusion and completely unjustified butterflies.
You didn’t realize it then, but that was the first of many German phrases you’d pretend to understand.
Over the next week, Kaiser made it his mission to “accidentally” run into you.
Every morning, when you brought the cameras to the sidelines, he was there — stretching in the most dramatic possible way, his shirt conveniently riding up. He’d call out,
“Guten Morgen, wunderschön!” Good morning, beautiful!
You’d smile and wave. “Morning, Kaiser!”
He’d wink. “Ah, you say my name so nicely.”
You had no idea he’d just called you “beautiful.”
Sometimes, he’d show up behind you while you were typing reports in the lounge. His voice would dip low, practically brushing your ear.
“Du hast keine Ahnung, was du mit mir machst,” he’d murmur. You have no idea what you're doing to me.
He’d chuckle, walk away, and leave you flustered for the rest of the day.
You figured he was being friendly.
He figured you were teasing him.
It was the start of a very confusing game.
Somewhere in between, poor Ness developed eye twitches.
Ness, meanwhile, was watching this slow-motion disaster unfold like a soap opera.
He tried to warn Kaiser once.
“Uh, Kaiser, I don’t think they—”
“Shh, Ness. They’re just playing hard to get.”
“No, I think they literally don’t underst—”
“Hard. To. Get.”
By week three, Kaiser was half-mad with frustration. You always smiled politely, always responded vaguely, always looked so calm — as if his best lines bounced right off you.
He was the emperor, the crown jewel of Bastard München — and yet here he was, losing sleep over someone who didn’t even blush when he said, “Ich will dich.” I want you.
It happened one afternoon when you were filming practice. Ness wandered over, looking slightly nervous.
“Uh, hey,” he said, scratching his head. “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure?”
“Do you… speak German?”
You shook your head. “Not even a little. Why?”
Ness sighed like he’d just witnessed a car crash in slow motion. “Kaiser’s been flirting with you nonstop. In German.”
Your brain stalled. “...He’s what?”
“Yeah.” Ness looked genuinely pained. “He thinks you’re ignoring him on purpose. Says you’re playing hard to get.”
You stared at him. “I’ve been saying ‘totally’ to flirting?”
“Oh my god.” You buried your face in your hands. “What do I do?”
“Tell him?”
But before you could, Kaiser appeared behind you, hair shimmering in the sunlight, smirk already loaded like a weapon.
“Na, Engel? Verpasst du mich schon?” Well, angel? Are you missing me already?
You panicked. “Totally!”
Ness groaned audibly and walked away.
From that day onward, things somehow got worse.
Kaiser became bolder — leaning closer, standing behind you during interviews, dropping German lines that sounded like the verbal equivalent of winking.
“Du bist der schönste Fehler, den ich je gemacht habe.” You are the most beautiful mistake I have ever made.
“Ich schwöre, du machst mich wahnsinnig.” I swear, you're driving me crazy.
You’d nod politely, smiling like you were on autopilot, while your brain silently screamed: Why does he sound angry and romantic at the same time?
He started showing off more during training too — every goal followed by a quick glance in your direction, every smirk clearly asking, Are you watching?
And honestly, you were. Who wouldn’t? The man moved like art — all precision and arrogance and glow.
But then he’d ruin it by blowing you a kiss mid-goal and shouting, “Das war für dich!” That was for you.
You clapped awkwardly. “Yay… goal!”
He grinned. You died inside.
One late afternoon, you were sent to drop off photo files in the media office — conveniently located next to the locker rooms.
You were almost done when you heard a familiar voice.
“Da bist du ja, mein Glücksbringer.” There you are, my lucky charm!
You jumped. Kaiser leaned against the doorway, still in his training gear, sweat-slick hair and that impossible grin.
“Kaiser! You scared me.”
“Du magst es, wenn ich auftauche, gib’s zu.” You like it when I show up, admit it.
You blinked. “Uh… yes?”
He stepped closer, towel draped loosely around his neck, eyes sparkling like trouble.
“You really like saying yes, don’t you?” he teased, switching to English now, voice dripping amusement.
You blushed, unsure whether to laugh or run. “You say a lot of things I don’t understand.”
“Good,” he said. “Mystery keeps the spark alive.”
You muttered, “It’s keeping me confused, that’s for sure.”
He tilted his head. “What was that?”
“Nothing.”
“Hmm.” He smirked again. “You’re dangerous, you know that?”
“I literally just deliver footage.”
“Exactly,” he said, and walked away.
You stared after him, completely baffled — and slightly more doomed than before.
It became a bizarre routine.
Kaiser flirted. You nodded.
He smirked. You smiled politely.
Somewhere, Ness developed migraines
Sometimes he’d whisper something that sounded scandalous:
“Du bist mein Lieblingsfehler.” You are my favorite mistake.
You’d beam, thinking he’d said something about the footage.
Or he’d murmur,
“Du raubst mir den Verstand.” You're driving me crazy!
You’d reply, “Thanks! You too!”
Each misunderstanding only made him more intrigued. He thought you were teasing; you thought he was eccentric.
It was chaos, but harmless — until he started trying harder.
Two weeks later, Kaiser snapped.
You didn’t know it, but he’d spent the entire morning grumbling to Ness about you.
“They ignore me. No one ignores me. They’re obsessed, secretly. Has to be.”
“Maybe they’re just—”
“Playing. Hard. To. Get.”
Ness sighed so hard it could’ve powered a wind turbine.
That afternoon, when you passed Kaiser in the hallway, he blocked your path.
“We need to talk.”
“Uh—about what?”
“About this—” He gestured vaguely between you. “Whatever game you’re playing.”
You blinked. “Game?”
“You pretend not to care, but you do. You always smile when I talk to you.”
“I’m… polite?”
“Polite,” he repeated, eyes narrowing. “That’s what you call it?”
He took a step closer, frustration flickering behind his grin. “Every time I compliment you, every time I flirt, you just smile and walk away. You’re driving me insane.”
You raised your hands defensively. “Wait, wait—back up. You’ve been flirting?”
“Obviously!”
You stared, mortified. “Kaiser, I don’t speak German.”
Silence.
Actual, stunned, pin-drop silence.
His eyes widened slightly. “You… don’t?”
You shook your head quickly. “Not a single word!”
Then came the slowest, most bewildered laugh you’d ever heard.
“No way.” He pressed a hand to his forehead. “You’re telling me I’ve been pouring my heart out in German for weeks, and you just—nodded?”
You winced. “And said ‘totally,’ yeah.”
He doubled over laughing. “Oh, Scheiße! Ness was right!” Shit.
You covered your face. “This is so embarrassing.”
“Embarrassing?” he wheezed. “I told you you were the most beautiful mistake I’d ever made!”
You peeked through your fingers. “You what?!”
He laughed even harder. “And you said ‘totally!’”
You groaned. “I’m going to evaporate.”
When he finally stopped laughing, he leaned against the wall, smiling in that lazy, dazzling way that made you feel like the air had thinned.
“You really had no idea.”
“None,” you admitted, cheeks burning. “I thought you were just showing off your accent.”
“You thought this”—he gestured to himself—“was casual conversation?”
“I mean… it seemed very you.”
He chuckled, pushing off the wall. “You know, I should be angry. You ignored me for nearly a month.”
“You could’ve just switched to English!”
“Where’s the fun in that?”
You glared. “You’re impossible.”
He grinned. “And yet you keep talking to me.”
You rolled your eyes, but your lips betrayed you with a smile. “So what now, Your Majesty?”
“Now?” His voice dropped an octave, soft but teasing. “Now we start over. In a language we both understand.”
He insisted on walking you back to your workspace. You expected him to gloat, to make more jokes — but he was oddly gentle, tone quieter.
“You really didn’t know what I was saying?”
“Not a clue.”
“And you still smiled.”
“Because you seemed nice,” you said honestly. “A little dramatic, maybe, but… nice.”
He laughed softly. “That might be the first time anyone’s called me that.”
You shrugged. “Then you should hear it more often.”
Something flickered in his eyes then — the showman dimmed for a heartbeat, replaced by something almost shy.
“You’re… different,” he said simply. “Most people either worship me or hate me.”
“I didn’t understand you enough to do either.”
He laughed again, this time with real warmth. “Maybe that’s why I like you.”
You stumbled over your words. “You—what?”
“See?” He smirked again, confidence returning. “That’s what I’ve been trying to say for weeks.”
The next day, he found you in the lounge with a notebook.
“If you won’t learn German, I’ll teach you,” he said, sitting beside you uninvited.
You sighed. “Is this another excuse to flirt?”
“Absolutely. Lesson one: Date. That means ‘date.’”
You snorted. “Wow. Tricky.”
“Lesson two: Küss mich.” Kiss me.
You narrowed your eyes. “And that means…?”
He smirked. “Ask me sometime after lesson ten.”
You threw a pillow at him. He caught it easily, laughing.
“Don’t worry,” he said, leaning back. “We’ll take it slow. I’ve got time.”
I've been giggling to myself like an idiot writing this, my mom started giving me sceptical looks.🤣
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Kaiser was the emperor. Someone everyone wanted to be, yet . . maybe not in the romance department at all. Women always clung off his arm; I mean who wouldn’t? He was handsome, rich, and good at soccer. One night at his apartment, you were laying on his bed. He was in the shower as you heard a Ding ding sound from it.
You slowly sit up and glance at his phone, someone named “Emi 𖹭” as their contact name. You glance down to see “When are you coming over? I miss you.” as their contact name. You wanted to throw up right then and there, but you hold back for the sake of not looking weak. You sit up and go to the kitchen for a glass of water. A few minutes later you eventually hear the water stop running after you’ve calmed yourself down as kaiser walks out of the bathroom, you hear "Liebling, i thought i told you to wait inside of the room no?” You don't spare him a glance as you walk towards your bag and reply “I’m sorry, I just wanted to get a glass of water.” You say as you feel his arms wrap around you and you freeze; “Kaiser, I have to go.” He reluctantly let go and you guys said your goodbyes.
As soon as you left his apartment you started crying; You guys hadn’t even really made it official yet he decided to betray you like that. I mean of course he would have women that wanted him around him, but also doing that while you guys were literally about to get into a relationship? What a bastard.
After you’ve made it home you finally call his best friend, ness. With tears in your eyes you manage to blurt out “Can you come over? I need company.” He pauses on the other line; “Of course I can come over. Give me twenty minutes alright?” You agree. You hang up the phone, on the brink of passing out not just because you were crying; because you were so overwhelmed.
He finally makes it to your house and knocks. You answer, still teary eyed. He blinks in confusion; What could have possibly happened? Did kaiser do something? Did something happen?
He finally breaks the silence by saying “What.. What happened?” You don’t even reply. You just bring him into a hug, squeezing him tightly. He reluctantly puts his arms around you as well, putting his head on top of yours. After a few minutes of silence you finally replied, “Kaiser. Kaiser cheated on me.” He freezes. He knew it would probably happen eventually, maybe just not so soon. “I’m sorry Y/N. I shouldn’t have ever introduced you to him. Even though he was so loyal to kaiser, he couldn’t help but feel completely disgusted by his best friend's actions. He eventually gets you to sit down after brewing some tea for the both of you and sitting on the couch that was far too tiny to have guests over at that very moment. Still sniffling, you hug him again even more tightly than the last time. Eventually you fall asleep laying completely on top of him, after he lays you onto your bed he whispers; “He didn’t deserve you, Y/n.”
You eventually start to distance yourself from kaiser as so recommended by ness. You both start getting closer as kaiser dragged you away from ness as if you didn’t pay attention to him for even one moment you’d probably get brutally mauled by kaiser. Kaiser didn’t even notice you pulling away from him until it was too late and he witnessed ness kiss you on the cheek after a game one time. He immediately turned away not to look at the scene for not even another moment, trying not to say anything.
Oh Mary, and what about this bombshell that just dropped? I don't know if it's been a while, but they've already released the names of Kaiser's parents and I'm like ???