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xxcallmemaryxx · 2 years

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Ghouls/GNreader

You left on a much needed holiday. You’re returning today... to a pack of very needy and possesive ghouls.

REQUEST for Anon!

It's been 3 weeks since you left. Walking back through the church gates and into the building floods your senses with a feeling of welcomeness… of home.

You'd gone on a much needed holiday. Travelled around for a bit, saw the sights that deserved to be seen and just spent your days relaxing. It was amazing. It was just the breath of fresh air you needed to clear your head. You had been saving for it for years, dreaming about all the destinations that awaited you and all the breathtaking views you'd finally be able to experience with your own eyes.

When the day finally came you couldn't wait to get to the airport. But the hardest part, the most painful part of the whole thing was leaving your ghouls behind. You went on your own. You had friends you could bring with you, sure, but at the end of the day… this trip was about you. It was about taking some much deserved time away from responsibilities and the weight of life in general. It killed you to leave them. To walk away and leave them standing there at the airport the day you left. None of them realised just how quiet things actually are without you around. It was really difficult for them to accept that they couldn't go with you. They wanted to so bad.

Mountain will never tell you he almost spent his life savings on airline tickets for the whole group to come with you. Rain will never tell you he secretly had a bag packed and stashed away just in case you asked him to come along with you. Dew will never tell you he tried really really hard to convince Papa to make up some excuse about why you couldn't go. To stop you from leaving. Swiss will never tell you how he laid awake the night before your trip, praying to Him that your flight will get cancelled resulting in you having to stay. And Aether. He will never ever tell you he almost nicked your plane ticket out of your bag while you were getting ready to go. It was right there, sticking out of the bag pocket. Just enough for him to pull it out, slip it into his pocket and then tear it to shreds when you weren't looking.

But they saw how your face lit up every time you talked about it. They saw how your eyes shone like the sun when you saw pictures of all the places you had planned to go. But most importantly, they saw how exhausted you had gotten recently. You were starting to lose your spark. The things they would have done to come with you. To share this amazing experience with you.

You even tried to arrange some cheap last minute flights so they could come, and as bad as it hurt them to do so… they declined your offers. They kept reminding themselves about how this was for YOU. Not them. This wasn't about travelling as a group. This was about you finding your love for life again, and they respected that. So off you went.

When they returned home after saying goodbye. Your scent lingered just enough to settle their hurt hearts. Each one of them splitting off into their respectful rooms to wallow in their sorrows.

After the end of the first week your scent in their beds, in their clothes and in the air had dissipated. Each one of them had slept through your bed, resulting in your room to stop smelling like you too.

Little whispers of you floated around the common room every now then. Perhaps some clean laundry that you didn't pack with you. Maybe a sibling of sin would return an item they borrowed from you before you left. But the most painful one was the postcards you would send each of them from every different destination you'd been too. They loved hearing from you. But damn, it would just remind them every single time how far away you were.

Sure. You called and texted every single day. Sending them all photos you had taken of yourself being a typical tourist. But you loved the thought behind taking the time to write them each out some postcards. They each got different ones, with different personalised messages on the back. You were always so excited when they told you their postcards had arrived.

They counted down the days until you arrived home. Safe and sound in their arms again.

The morning of, they were up and out of bed before the sun rose. They tidied the whole common room, they put fresh sheets on your bed and stocked up the snacks cupboard with all of your favourites. It had been three dreadful weeks without you, needless to say they were very eager to make your return home as amazing as possible.

Before long they were quite literally watching the time pass. Each of them sat in front of a clock watching the minutes tick by. Waiting for the moment they were to leave for the airport to come and pick you up.

4 hours. 3 hours. 2 hours…. 1 hour left….

Then Papa came down to your shared common room. Something he doesn't do too often unless he really needed the ghouls for something. So when he appeared in the doorway the ghouls thought maybe he wanted to come along with them to pick you up… they knew that they were not the only beings who missed your presence in the church. Each of the Papas asked them over the time you'd been gone when they could expect you back… a few siblings of sin had reminders set on their phones or on their calendars. You are a very loved individual. So it wouldn't surprise the ghouls if Copia… especially your precious Copia, wanted to see you as soon as possible.

But that's not what happened. Copia needed them to help him run errands.

Fucking errands.

The dread that filled the room was suffocating. Copia could feel it instantly.

“Now… I know your beloved is to return home soon… I have arranged for them to be picked up and brought back here just like you had planned too…” he eeks out. He knows how important this was to them, but he needs his ghouls to do their jobs. Unfortunately the timing was awful and he just can't leave the church grounds without them nearby. He knows it, they know it, and you know it.

You landed. Found the driver that was to collect you, you were very pleased to see Special awaiting your arrival. Packed your luggage in the car and started the drive back home. You had been in touch with Copia earlier, so you were aware of why your ghouls were missing… It was disappointing, but again…. They have a job to do.

The drive home flew by, before you knew it Special was helping you carry your bags back down to your rooms. Dumping them at the door and then sitting with you to hear more about your trip.

The ghouls can't get home fast enough. Keeping their eyes on the time, they know you would have landed by now. Were you home? Were you simply on your way? Will they be able to see you walk through the door? They didn't know.

They burst through the entrance of the church and each of them stopped dead in their tracks. They could smell you. You've been here.

Then they were gone. Copia walked in not long behind them, only to enter an empty room. Ahh… okay. He suspects he will not be seeing them again for a while.

They'd never run through the abbey halls so fast. Weaving through siblings, careful enough not to barge anyone over…. But they didn't really care that much anyways. You were home. The closer down to the ghouls rooms they got the stronger your scent got. Their legs pushing them faster and faster.

They can hardly breathe, their chests are tight with emotion. Your scent…. Finally being able to smell it after so long of nothing is dizzying. The images of you finally being home fly through their heads. They think about what you're doing right now, what you're wearing, they think about being able to hear your voice as you tell them all about your trip. No more texts, no more phone calls, no more postcards. Because you're home.

They almost take the door clean off its hinges at the force they flung it open, when they file in they kind of just stop. And they stare.

You're here, you're home. But Special is here. He is occupying your time. Why does he get to hear about your trip before they do? Mountain can't control the growl that seeps out of his mouth. The jealousy that bubbles up in their chests is overwhelming. If the deathly look in their eyes wasn't enough, the stench of hate that flooded Special's nose was plenty. He said his goodbyes to you and flew out the door within seconds. You watched him leave, feeling slightly guilty… but not for long. Because before the door had even closed behind him, they were on you. Clawed hands had made their way around your waist. Your vision of the door was overtaken by the sight of Aether. You melt into the ghoul behind you, who you realise to be Swiss, and allow him to pick you up and carry you to bed. You start to cry. They're finally here. You're finally back with them. The emotion hits you… really really hard. Swiss makes it into your room and lays you down. The tears are falling, Rain comes in behind him with tears rolling down his cheeks as well. He grabs your face and plants heavy kisses on your lips. Mountain tears him off you and pulls you back out of bed and into his chest. Lifting you right out and wrapping you up in his arms. He falls back into the spot you were just laying and buries his nose into the top of your head. Dew pushes his way through the other ghouls to snag a good spot next to you, crawling under the blankets to press himself as close to you and Mountain as he possibly can. Aether comes up behind him, scoops him into his arms… similar to how Mountains cradling you right now and slides in next to him. His hand comes to your head, threading his fingers to your hair and leaning over to kiss you. To finally feel your lips on his again almost shuts him down. He can barely breathe in when you pull away. Swiss and Rain take this as their turn to jump into bed too. Slipping under the sheets on the opposite side of Dew and Aeth…

They each let their tails slide over your body and wrap around any limb they can reach. Their need to feel you is intense. To remind themselves that you're here, and you're staying. Tomorrow they will fight over who gets you first. They each will take their time covering themselves in your scent. They will bombard you with kisses. And you know damn well they will try to sneak away with you one at a time just to have you alone.

But that's tomorrow. Right now, you allow them to live in their neediness. You allow them to get possessive over you. Poor Special had to learn that the hard way…

They will calm down eventually. You know it. But you also know you're not leaving this room for a long time. The rest of the church will have to wait their turn. And even then… you can already picture the ghouls crowding around you and following you around like you'll disappear again if they turn away for a second too long.

#hello my wonderful anon #i hope you enjoy!!#the band ghost #ghost band #Ghost bc #nameless ghouls #aether ghoul #swiss ghoul #mountain ghoul #rain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #marys musings

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thatwasthenightthingschanged · 20 days

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hii! i will be travelling to germany for the eras tour and i have a few questions regarding my trip, i was wondering if you could maybe help. i will be attending to one of the hamburg shows, and then we want to travel to berlin and stay there for a couple of nights. i thought trains would probably be the best mode of transport, feel free to disagree. but if so, when would you recommend that i book our tickets? should i do it now, in advance, or would it be better to get them from the station on the day for example? and i'm not entirely sure where should i book them, any trustworthy sites you could point me to?

yes, of course, ask away!

I'd recommend taking the train, too! another option would be flixbus (a bus travel company) but although they're cheap, I personally had bad experiences with them so I wouldn't recommend it (though other friends of mine have used it frequently & found it was just fine - if you are really tight on money I'd probably choose that option after all)

so there are two types of trains that might be of interest to you: REs (regional trains) and ICs/ICEs (intercity trains/intercity express trains). here are the main differences, advantages & disadvantages:

ICEs:

- are the fastest way to get from one city to another

- get really expensive the longer you wait with booking them so you should book them well in advance if possible!

- you can book a specific seat there for 5€ more

- if you're noise-sensitive like I am you can book a seat in one of the designated "silent" wagons (which just means people are not allowed to talk/make loud noises there) but if you're traveling in a group like you are another wagon might be best!

REs:

- take longer & you have to take multiple trains (e.g. from Hamburg to Berlin you'd have to take at least 2 different REs)

- if you buy the 49€ ticket for July though, you can not only take the REs to get to Berlin, you can also take all public transportation within the cities themselves! the only thing that ticket isn't valid for are ICs/ICEs

- and therefore you're a lot more flexible concerning which specific train you can take!

I'd add that the chances of missing a train if you take the RE route is higher, but tbh the German train system is so bad that I had really bad delays with both the REs and the ICEs akgsgk

and the site everyone uses to book the tickets is bahn.de / the DB navigator app!

hope that helps!

#asks #eras tour germany #(gonna tag this so ican add it to the masterpost later)

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attackfish · 1 year

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I know I have asked this before but please could you do five headcanons for the gaang age swap au?? if you don't mind

Universe tag: #Gaang age swap AU.

1. Let's talk about the Serpent's Pass and Ba Sing Se. I've been glossing over that until now, because it's a sad and tangled mess. Zuko and Iroh are traveling with the Gaang at this point, and when they meet a pair of peasants (be nice, Zuko) who are robbed of their tickets and passports, they too are dragooned into crossing the Serpent's Pass. Iroh however, knows exactly why the Serpent's Pass is named that, having lost quite a few ships on that lake that were meant to function as his supply lines during his six hundred day seige. He helpfully informs the Avatar of this fact.

2. The peasants lose what little wits they have (what did I say about being nice, Zuko? Besides, it's little wit or few wits, not little wits. Bad grammar makes you sound like a peasant.) and the situation is not improved when an old friend of the Avatar and his companions shows up, a young woman named Suki, who is working as part of the port security force. She grew up on Kyoshi Island, and has plenty of experience with big sneaky water monsters and she wants nothing to do with this one, and thanks going over the Serpent's Pass is a terrible idea. Not to worry, Iroh's troops figured out how to handle a serpent emergency. He buys for dirt cheap two elderly turtle-oxen from a refugee who wasn't allowed to bring them into the city, and was struggling to persuade the ferry cooks to buy them for meat. Then, when the lake monster starts getting too close for comfort, Iroh quick gives a shot of lightning to the first turtle-ox and Toph uses earthbending to launch it far into the lake. The serpent takes off after the splash, finds dinner, and is distracted. They keep going, and when the serpent is done, they do the same with the second turtle-ox. They get across safely, and Aang finds the whole experience a powerful reinforcement for his commitment to vegetarianism.

3. Once the peasants and their new bundle of joy are gone, finally, (Nephew, really!) and Suki has hitched a ferry ride back to the other side of the lake, Iroh quietly tells the group that they can't let anyone in Ba Sing Se know who he or his nephew really are. They're just friends of the Avatar. No names. That night, once Sokka and Zuko are asleep, he tells Aang, Katara, and Toph about the seige of Ba Sing Se. Toph tells him she already knows.

4. Zuko spends their entire time in Ba Sing Se being, as he sees it, disregarded, disrespected, and ignored. For example, after that Joo Dee lady leaves, Zuko helpfully informs the Avatar that he wouldn't have to wait if this were the Fire Nation. He would get to see the Firelord right away, and sure he'd be drugged and in chains, but at least he wouldn't have to wait six to eight weeks for some bureaucrat to decide to let him see the monarch. The Avatar laughs and ruffles his hair. See, such disrespect. His uncle and the Avatar have him right where they want him and now that they do, they just want to treat him like a helpless child!

5. Is it any wonder that when later, his sister asks for his help, and treats him as able to give help, he says yes?

#avatar the last airbender #zuko #uncle iroh #aang #toph #posts i created #do you want to ask a question it doesn't have to be a question #five headcanons #gaang age swap au #aang d'awww #zuko is a dweeby little turtleduck #i ship iroh/tea #a little toph love #suki fans #azula needs her own warning

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candycandy00 · 1 year

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The Dark Carnival Chapter 3: Twice x Reader Part 1

AU fic about the League of Villains as members of a 1920’s traveling circus/carnival, and everywhere they go, people tend to disappear. Each chapter will feature a new Reader getting mixed up with one of the members. This is a dark fanfic so please don’t expect happy endings!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Smut. 18+. Gender neutral reader (they/them pronouns used to describe them). Twice’s split personality manifests itself as his ventriloquist dummy as this AU has no quirks.

The sky was already dark when you reached the temporary gate erected to mark the entrance to the traveling carnival. You’d followed it through four states so far, though you lost it once in the desert and missed a couple of performances before finding it again. They could be a slippery group at times.

Six months ago, your best friend Marie had joined you in visiting the strange carnival that suddenly appeared in town. She’d become enamored with the fire dancer, an alluring man covered in scars, and agreed to meet him in his tent after the show. She was never seen again.

You were certain he’d done something to her but you had no proof. When you’d confronted him in the next town they performed in, he’d laughed and said he didn’t even remember her. His arrogance infuriated you, so you decided to follow the carnival for as long as it took to find evidence that he was up to no good.

The carnival workers chased you out of the grounds each night at closing time, and your many attempts to sneak back in had been thwarted. They’d even involved the local police in keeping you away after hours. They all knew exactly what you looked like, so they knew to watch for you. The thought crossed your mind to hire someone else to sneak in, but if anything happened to that person, you’d feel terribly guilty.

Now, you’ve followed the carnival to another small, rural town and bought your tickets to see the various shows. You always watched the fire dancing show, of course, to look for clues, but it was usually scheduled for later in the evening. As you wandered around the grounds eating cotton candy to kill time, you bumped into a familiar, and very welcome, face.

“Oh, you came again,” a friendly voice said, sounding genuinely happy to see you.

A man stood in front of you, a broad smile on his ruggedly handsome face. His button down shirt had the sleeves rolled back to his elbows, displaying his muscular forearms. He wore a cheap bow tie and dark suspenders. In one hand he held a lit, half-smoked cigarette and in the other, he held a ventriloquist dummy that bore a striking resemblance to him. The dummy even wore a matching outfit. The only major difference in appearance, aside from being a doll, was that its face seemed angry - a stark contrast to the man who always seemed happy.

“Hey, Jin,” you said to him. “Getting ready for your show?”

“Yeah, just going over some lines with Jimmy here. He gets mad if I mess up.”

You laughed, having grown accustomed to Jin’s silly jokes by now. While following the carnival the past few months, you’d had the chance to talk to the ventriloquist quite a bit. His kind but slightly awkward demeanor and crazy sense of humor had charmed you, and now you found yourself hoping to run into him each night just to enjoy more of his company. There was one problem, however…

“Damn straight I get mad,” a harsh voice barked. “You’re an embarrassment, Jin!”

Your gaze dropped to the dummy, whose face was tilted toward Jin, its angry eyes glaring at him. The voice appeared to come from the dummy, but you knew this was just Jin using his ventriloquist skills to throw his voice. You’d witnessed him throwing it much farther, to the point that his voice seemed to be coming from several feet away from him. It was an impressive ability, one you wished he would use for something better than berating himself for laughs.

Jin looked at the dummy with an apologetic expression. “I’m sorry, Jimmy. I’ll do better tonight.”

You leaned down to be eye level with the dummy in his arms and said, “Cut Jin some slack, will you? I’ve enjoyed every performance I’ve seen!”

Jin grinned at you. “Really? Thanks!”

The dummy’s head turned toward you sharply. “You’ve got shit taste then,” it said in a voice very different from Jin’s.

“Jimmy! Don’t disrespect a fan,” Jin told the dummy in a reprimanding tone.

You gave an uneasy chuckle and patted Jin’s shoulder, feeling the firm muscles beneath his shirt. “Don’t worry, this little rascal could never convince me you don’t have talent.”

A faint blush crept across Jin’s cheeks as he smiled at you. “Aw, you’re flattering me.”

You smiled back and waved as he walked away. You had already admitted to yourself, weeks ago, that you’d developed a crush on Jin. You’d sworn to yourself that you wouldn’t let it be a distraction from finding the truth about Marie’s disappearance, but lately the man was taking up more and more space in your mind.

For the next half hour, you roamed the carnival grounds, observing the people enjoying the rides and games. It was all very familiar to you by now. Though the carnival was never set up exactly the same way twice (you suspected the terrain had a big effect on where certain rides were placed), there was an overall pattern you’d come to recognize. The tents with the shows that required tickets were always clustered near the center, so that guests would almost certainly have to walk by them at some point and hear the barkers calling out promises of wondrous things waiting inside the tents.

It was impossible to see all the shows in one night, but the carnival usually stayed in each town for three nights before moving on. Naturally, you’d seen every show multiple times by now. You always watched the fire dancing show, but you also never missed Jin’s ventriloquist show. So when the time came for it to start, you were among the first people to walk into the brightly lit tent. You chose a seat in the front row, as usual, and waited for the show to begin.

When the curtain on the small stage rose, Jin was sitting in a wooden chair, Jimmy on his lap. There was a lit cigarette between Jin’s lips, the smoke slowly curling up toward the ceiling. Jin’s eyes passed over the audience, and you thought you saw a brief smile when he spotted you.

“Quite a crowd we’ve got tonight, Jimmy,” he began.

The dummy’s head turned to look over the audience just the way Jin had. You knew Jin’s hand was moving the head, but practice had made him very smooth about it. Then you heard the deeper, slightly rougher voice he used for Jimmy say, “All the other shows must be full tonight.”

The audience chuckled, delighted by the way Jin’s lips didn’t seem to move at all when Jimmy spoke.

The rest of the show went on in this manner, with Jin making fairly innocuous comments and Jimmy using them to make fun of Jin. It was a self deprecating style of humor that always made people laugh. You’d laughed too, though sometimes you felt Jin was being too harsh with himself through Jimmy.

After the show was over, you stood up to leave. It was almost time for the fire dancing show, and Jin usually did one more show after a quick break. Just as you reached the tent’s exit, you felt a warm, firm hand on your shoulder. You turned to see Jin standing behind you. He was slightly out of breath, as if he’d jumped down from the stage and ran to catch up to you. Jimmy sat alone in the wooden chair on stage.

“Uh… I wanted to ask you,” he said, though his voice died away as a few more people walked by. His face was slightly red. He looked embarrassed.

You waited until the rest of the audience cleared out, then you smiled and said, “Yes? What did you want to ask me?”

Jin looked at the ground. “I… was wondering if… you’d like to come see me in my tent later.”

It took a moment for you to grasp his meaning. He wasn’t just inviting you to come and chat with him in his tent. You’d talked to enough guests and carnival workers to know that performers often invited people to their tents after hours for sex. From what you’d heard, this was a common, and mutually enjoyable, occurrence. Naturally, you’d asked around about Jin. Apparently he very rarely asked anyone to his tent, if at all.

Of course you’d asked about the fire dancer, whom everyone referred to simply as Touya. The carnival workers usually laughed and said something along the lines of, “Touya? Oh yeah, his tent gets a lot of traffic!”

But now, standing in front of Jin, you felt a heat creep into your face as you thought it over. Did you want to be intimate with Jin? You’d be lying to yourself if you said you hadn’t thought about it. You’d even felt disappointed that he hadn’t invited you already. His face only got redder as the seconds ticked by in silence. His eyes shifted nervously to your face, and perhaps he noticed your own embarrassment.

“I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have been so forward,” he said.

“It’s alright, Jin,” you replied, now looking at the floor yourself. “Actually, I’d like to come see you tonight.”

You glanced at his face, and found him beaming. He suddenly hugged you, and the feeling of his strong arms wrapped around you sent shivers of excitement up and down your body. He pulled away just as suddenly and headed back toward the stage, where Jimmy was waiting.

“Come just after closing time! I’ll let the guys out front know I’m expecting you!”

You nodded and waved to Jin as he jumped up onto the stage, then you left the tent.

Face burning, you walked almost absentmindedly to the tent where the fire dancing show took place. You watched it, but your mind was elsewhere. It wasn’t until the show was over and you were sipping a cold soda that a very important fact dawned on you: Jin told the guys out front to let you back in after hours, which meant no one would be chasing you out! This was your chance to poke around and find some evidence that Touya was up to something!

You mulled over this realization as you waited for the carnival to close down for the night. You wouldn’t leave Jin hanging. You wanted to be with him after all. But who says you couldn’t look around afterwards?

As the rides shut down and the lights went out, you felt nervous and excited at the same time, for lots of reasons. You filed out with the rest of the guests, but a few minutes later you went back to the gate. Two carnival workers were standing nearby. One of them had a crowbar tucked into the back of his pants. They both approached you as you reached the gate.

“Jin is expecting me,” you told them, hoping they couldn’t tell you were blushing.

They glanced at each other, then stepped aside and motioned for you to come back in. You gave them a nod as you passed back through the gate.

The grounds were dark and quiet. You saw a few people milling around but you couldn’t tell if they were carnival workers or guests who’d been invited to someone’s tent. You kept your head low and walked to Jin’s tent.

You’d been inside it before, when you’d complimented his bow tie and he’d wanted to show you his collection. Looking back, he’d been very awkward and nervous that night. He probably wanted to sleep with you back then, but didn’t have the courage to ask.

This time, you quietly pulled the thick fabric apart and stepped inside. You immediately heard voices, so loud and so frantic that you worried Jin was being reprimanded for some reason by another performer. But as you listened more closely, you realized it was just Jin and Jimmy arguing. He must have been practicing lines for tomorrow night’s shows.

“I’m telling you, Jin, that person is no good! They’re gonna ruin us,” he said in Jimmy’s voice.

“You’re wrong,” Jin replied. “They like me! They’d never do anything to hurt me!”

“Keep telling yourself that, you naive moron!”

The conversation sounded bizarre, even for Jin’s act. Was he… talking about you?

You decided to make your presence known before things got any weirder. You stepped forward, making sure your footsteps were loud enough to get Jin’s attention.

He looked up at you from the small cushioned chair he was sitting on. Jimmy was, of course, on his lap. “Oh, there you are,” he said in a cheerful voice. He stood up, carrying Jimmy with him, and crossed the length of the tent to reach you.

“Were you practicing your lines again?” You asked the question in a friendly, casual tone, hoping to dispel some of the discomfort the conversation you heard made you feel.

Jin laughed. “Nah, Jimmy and I just disagree on a lot of things. It happens all the time.”

You chuckled awkwardly then changed the subject. “The carnival sure gets quiet after all the rides shut down. It was almost eerie.”

Jin didn’t seem very interested in keeping up the small talk. He took your hand and led you over to his bed. It was a small, fold away type that had wheels attached for ease of movement. You supposed that was to be expected for someone who stayed on the move. The two of you had room to sit down side by side, Jimmy still in Jin’s arms.

You were both blushing as Jin leaned over and kissed you on the lips. It was a brief kiss, but when he leaned in for another, you placed a hand on his chest to stop him.

“Uh, should you put Jimmy somewhere else?”

Jin looked embarrassed as he stood up. “Right, sorry!” He stepped over to a small dresser and sat the dummy down, its back leaning against a dirty mirror and its face looking straight at the bed. “You don’t mind if he watches, do you?”

Assuming Jin was making one of his usual jokes, you answered with one of your own. “I don’t mind, as long as he doesn’t want to join in.”

Jin laughed. “Don’t worry about that! Jimmy doesn’t like you.”

You knew he was only joking, but the comment still caught you off guard. “He doesn’t?”

Jin gave you a grin as he sat on the bed beside you again. “I told you, he and I disagree on a lot of things.”

You couldn’t help smiling. “I take it that means you like me?”

He pulled his suspenders down over his shoulders and undid his bow tie as he kissed you again, this time more slowly. “Oh I like you a lot,” he murmured, and his voice seemed to vibrate in your ear. You wondered if it was a ventriloquist trick, but you didn’t have time to put much thought into it. Jin was unbuttoning his shirt, revealing a sculpted chest and abdomen that made your entire body feel electric.

You helped him pull off the open shirt and your hands quickly moved to his belt, suddenly overcome with the urge to see more of him. At the same time, he was working at the buttons of your own shirt. Within minutes, both of you were naked and clasped in each other’s arms as you sank onto the rickety bed, you on your back and Jin on top of you. The bed rolled a few inches, and you both froze, then the two of you laughed.

You wrapped your arms around Jin’s neck, pulling yourself up so that you could kiss him more deeply. At one point you looked over his shoulder and your gaze fell upon Jimmy, who sat staring at you. His large glass eyes were narrowed in his perpetual frown, as if he strongly disapproved of the scene taking place in front of him. Without a word to Jin, behind his back, you held up your middle finger to the dummy. Then you went back to kissing Jin.

The feel of Jin’s muscled body pressing onto yours was incredible. His hands explored every part of you, his fingers nimble and skilled from years of making the dummy’s head and arms move. When his tongue found one of your nipples, you almost cried out in pleasure. All of his awkwardness had been replaced by passion, and you couldn’t get enough of it.

He slid down, his hard body rubbing yours, and leaned back on his knees in front of your open thighs. Then, gently, he lifted both your knees until they were up near your head, almost folding you in half. You felt yourself blushing again in this incredibly vulnerable position, all of you on display. But Jin’s lusty eyes gave you confidence. He wanted you. The large erection between his legs was proof of that.

Jin leaned down and buried his face in your groin, licking and sucking your most sensitive parts. You moaned and grasped his short hair with one hand, the other gripping the thin sheets around you. He continued relentlessly until you were on the very edge of release, then suddenly stopped. You whined at the loss of pleasure, looking up at Jin pleadingly. He was licking his lips as if he’d just enjoyed a fantastic meal. Then, he scooted his hips closer to yours, and slowly pushed his massive cock inside you.

The sheer size of him was almost enough to make you cum on the spot. He easily reached all the deep spots that made you feel good. But when he started moving, carefully and gently at first, a new feeling emerged. From the depths of your being, you felt Jin’s affection for you. He was taking such care to make sure he didn’t hurt you, to please you, and it made your heart feel full. Everywhere his hands touched, you felt sweet warmth.

Jin gradually increased his pace, apparently using your moans and gasps to guide his movements. You threw your arms around him again, pulling him into a deep kiss, savoring the smoky taste of tobacco in his mouth. He gave another deep thrust, and it pushed you over the edge.

The two of you came within seconds of each other. When you looked up, Jin was panting on top of you, a thin sheen of sweat glistening on his toned body. He smiled at you, and you kissed him once more. Minutes later, you fell asleep, all thoughts of investigating Touya the fire dancer long forgotten.

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rose-in-a-fisted-glove · 1 year

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How to budget for traveling and travel on a budget (East Coast USA)

Right, so I’ve seen enough posts lamenting that travel is for the old, the rich, or for schooling to realize this is not something Known.

There’s a third group of travelers in the United States. People who make enough money to not be paycheck-to-paycheck, but not enough to save for say an apartment/house or to buy a car straight out.

This first set of examples is for a 9 day (7 days on the ground) vacation to Europe from the United States. You’d want around $2,000 for this sort of trip. How I used to do it was by saving $60/month for 2 years and then add tax returns to make up the last of it.

FLIGHT

$1,200 in the post-Covid world will get you from most parts of the East Coast of the USA to most parts of Western and Central Europe (I choose Boston to Frankfurt as an expensive to expensive option).

LODGING

A nice clean safe hostel is going to cost an average of $30- $50/night for a bed in a dorm room. Personally, I like to go with either 6 or 8 bed dorms for a good mixture of savings and not feeling like you’re in a barracks. If we go with the higher end of $50, a 8 night stay would be $400

FOOD

Now, most hostels have breakfasts included in the room costs.

A cheap lunch of street food or at a sandwich shop is usually $10-15, there’s also the option of going to the grocery store and making picnic lunches to go, if your hostel has a fridge option. Assuming you’re buying a lunch every day,, that would be about $70- $105

An entree and a beverage at a sit down but cheaper restaurant is going to be an average of $30- 35. Assuming you’re buying dinner at the higher end, that would be $200- 250

Some notes here: This is the higher end of budget that I’m talking about. It certainly is possible to get pizza every night or go to the grocery store and cook food at night. I just find eating the local cuisine to be a part of the trip that’s very enjoyable. If it’s not for you, dinners cooked in the hostel kitchen is a very good way to save money

A second note, in some countries, you can get larger lunch specials for less money and make that your main meal instead of dinner. But! The benefits of saving should be countered against the benefits of time saved not eating in the middle of tourist time mid-day.

OTHER

At this point, you should have anywhere from $50- $150 left on the 2,000 depending on how you budget food.

Tickets are harder to budget for in general because a single attraction tends to range anywhere from free to $40+. To give some examples from the top of my head:

The Louvre is $20, The Parthenon is $20, Pompeii is $15, Hagia Sofia is free, Prague castle is $10, The German Federal Parliament Building Dome is free (and was seriously 100% a highlight of my trip to Berlin), Most walking tours in most cities should be around $10-15, and so on.

Questions?

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This week the European leg of Harry Styles's much-publicised Love on Tour concludes in Lisbon. It's the final stop on a trip promoting the now Mercury Prize-nominated album, Harry's House, which has seen the singer turn his concerts into a space that holds a mirror up to his audience, making the show as much about them as him.

In and amongst the wide-leg trousers and wild-eyed dancing there have been stories of Styles helping to orchestrate marriage proposals and gender reveals from the stage, consoling fans who have been cheated on or helping others come out in a ceremony officiated under a rippling rainbow flag. For the thousands who have bought tickets, Love on Tour has been a travelling circus filled with the kind of innocent joy that pop music can inspire, as well as a place where Styles's young fans can come as they are and, for a few hours, unburden themselves from the weight of the world.

As one of the biggest pop stars on the planet, Harry Styles's repeated signposting of his concerts as a place of progressivism has served as a powerful antidote to the ongoing culture wars around identity politics. The tour has been punctuated with moments of the singer proudly demonstrating his beliefs, holding up flags borrowed from members of the crowd to pledge his allegiance to everything from Black Lives Matter to bisexual visibility. Following the school shooting in Uvalde, Texas in May, Styles announced he would be donating $1M from ticket sales to gun safety group Everytown, and in the wake of landmark American abortion legislation Roe v Wade being overturned the following month, Styles plucked a fan's sign that read My Body My Choice from a crowd member, carefully placing it in front of his drummer's kit.

These incidents can be easily waved away as cheap ploys for viral moments and trending stories, but Styles' brand of pop-timisim has a ring of authenticity that is central to his appeal. On matters of identity, sexuality and even love, he clearly shares the open-minded liberalism of his young fans. The fact he's celebrated it with many of their parents present has made that all the more powerful.

These moments of on-stage activism have become increasingly prevalent as young fans look to musicians to reflect their views and be a champion for the social causes of their generation. This shift in expectations means that silence on the news of the day is read at best as ignorance and at worst as complicity. At Glastonbury this year, artists including Kendrick Lamar and Olivia Rodrigo loudly aligned themselves with the pro-choice movement when performing; calling out Putin and standing with Ukraine has been a recurrent theme at concerts since Russia's invasion. In 2022, it's hard to believe that just over five years ago Taylor Swift kept tight-lipped about her views on Donald Trump in the lead up to the 2016 election, fearing speaking out could alienate some of her fanbase.

For Styles, who graced the cover of Vogue in a dress, and has launched his own line of iridescent male-polish, championing progressive ideas about identity is hardly a surprising move. Here is a star whose boundary-pushing style and transgressive gender expression has earned him comparisons to the likes of Prince and David Bowie, but like those pioneers before him his chameleonic style has also allowed him to be a blank canvas that fans can project ideas onto. Thanks to stylist Harry Lambert and an array of Gucci garms, his tour wardrobe has been a fantastical mishmash of oversized proportions and trippy patterns, giving his shows a wild, permissive atmosphere perfect for the messages he is trying to communicate.

A cynic might ask whether Harry Styles, or indeed any pop star, proclaiming their beliefs in front of a rapt audience is genuinely meaningful, but watching the reaction to his actions in the crowds has been undeniably powerful. The young people forming conga lines and arriving in a mass of pink cowboy hats and feather boas have seen many of the values and causes they care about ridiculed and questioned in the wider culture for years. Love on Tour has been a rebuttal to all that: proof that acceptance and tolerance are not hollow ideals, and a welcome reminder that sometimes the best way to kill your critics is with kindness.

via GQ Magazine. (28 July 2022)

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Being a poor fan is so hard 😭 I feel you, I’m broke too, and I live in a country that no one ever comes to but when they do it’s so fucking expensive for concert tickets, like entire paycheck expensive, not to mention hotel and travel because I live in the middle of nowhere and not a big city 🙃 like seriously, artists only come to one or two big cities and I don’t live near either 😑

the issue with me is not just not having the money for it but my dad. I still live at his house and even when I work he doesn't allow me to spend my money on anything. he whenever I spend money on "unnecessary things" in his opinion he will call me to talk about consumerism. my dad is one of the lucky foreigners. he has his own house (it's something really rare for foreigners to have their own house where I was born), he has a house in kyoto and he also supports my grandparents in other countries. he always sends money to his and my moms parents. he always says that he can do this because he spends his money thinking about the future and not the present. my dad is so good at finance stuff he is always helping his friends with it. one day a friend of mine who likes kpop was talking about photocard and my friend had the bad luck that my dad was nearby. because he had such a long conversation with her about spending money on photocard. i was just, dad its her money leave her alone lmao. for example, if I tell my dad that I'd like to go to more than one concert on yoongi's tour, he'll go crazy. he will ask why the need if yoongi will always sing the same songs that i have no reason to spend money on more than one concert. so yeah, I say that but deep down it's not something I would do because I don't like to spend a lot of money lmao

but about the artist going to your city is not always something they can decide about. sometimes fans need to get organized and start asking companies to bring artists to the country or city you want them to go. show that the audience will be large. sometimes the artist only goes to a country if a company calls them. and sometimes that company needs an answer that this concert will be worth it for them too. that's why sometimes fans go to these companies themselves and ask for concerts can help a lot. especially for a group like bangtan. bangtan is a very famous group. it's not cheap at all to bring them to do concerts. :/ I really hope you can have the experience of going to their concert. try to start saving money and plan it.

#reply #anonymous

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omfg they’ve just announced wayv is coming to europe in june but the cheapest ticket for london is £88?? is sm actually insane??? 😭

not to talk bad about my boys but nct dream’s cheapest tickets were £68 and they’re definitely the bigger group, plus they were in a bigger arena… like i just moved out of london too but i was considering traveling back for wayv but that’s way too expensive considering travel + a hotel :/ idk what sm is smoking but they’re not setting the boys up for success 🥴

are you considering going tho? i really wish they came to more cities than just london and paris!

i think sm has always been pricey with their tickets yk. tickets are not cheap which ig fair enough, they need their money… but still. it’s ridiculous. especially for those that don’t have a lot of money or struggle with it (i am one of those people so unfortunately i will not be going :/ i’d love to tho. i have yet to see a kpop concert)

with touring, i think they always go to the “big spots” (london, paris etc) london is a longgg train ride for me but that’s the only place they go so if it comes to it, if i had the money, i would have to go

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Summer is waving: Boracay remains AirAsia Philippines’ top island destination for 2024

Boracay, 16 February 2024 - Boracay continues to remain AirAsia Philippines’ fast-moving getaway destination for individual and group travelers prevailing over Bohol, Cebu, and Puerto Princesa.

Latest AirAsia data shows that 250,000 guests have already planned and booked their flights to the island for travel from February, March, April, and May. This is already 72% of last year’s 377,000 guests flown to the island. The increasing figure is expected to contribute to Boracay’s economy, especially since the Department of Tourism and the Local Government of Aklan expect over 2.3 million tourists to visit the island this year.

“Boracay is top 3 in our most visited domestic destinations. It is not just the summer when we see an influx of guests flying to Boracay, but all year round. During the pandemic, this island was a haven for remote work set-up. Now, the island has regained its fame for short and long vacations”, AirAsia Head of Communications and Public Affairs and First Officer Steve Dailisan shares.

To provide more convenience, especially for guests who are planning to extend their vacation on the paradise island, the World’s Best Low-Cost Airline’s travel partner - TravelOnlinePH officially opened its Travel & Service Center right on the epicenter of Boracay to cater to tourists who would like to either have their tickets rebooked or book other flights elsewhere, find cheap hotels, activities, and other travel offerings, with the assistance of dedicated travel experts.

Situated at Station 2, AirAsia’s Travel & Service Center is very accessible to guests since its location is also within close range of mid-range hotels, shopping malls, restaurants, and bars.

“Guests fly to the island to unwind and spend their holiday and we intend to always make their flight booking concerns hassle-free. TravelOnlinePH has always been an offline reliable partner and we extend our warmest congratulations as they achieve this milestone,” Dailisan added.

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Thomas and the Chocolate Factory - Chapter 14

A Sanders Sides / Charlie and the Chocolate Factory Fanfiction

Summary: Remus Duke is the greatest chocolatier of all time, and after living the past few years a recluse, he decides to finally open his factory once again. And it's young orphan Thomas Sanders' dream to win a ticket and get to go! Will he win a ticket? And if he does, will he make it out alive?

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Remus led the group to the large machine in the centre of the room, the largest of all of them. “Ta da!” he grinned, before he ran around the machine, biting his lip. “Button, button, where is the button…?” He huffed, mumbling under his breath. “Where’s Jan when you need him…?”

“Mr Duke! Is this the button you’re looking for?” Thomas was pointing at a bright red button in front of him, and Remus’ eyes lit up.

“That’s the bitch!” He went over and slammed the button.

Immediately, the machine sprung to life. Whirrs, clangs and buzzes assaulted the hearing of the tour group; Roman gave Virgil an envious glare as the latter turned the music on his headphones up to muffle the sounds. There was a bubbling from the machine, and through a window in it, liquid could be seen fizzing as well as shifting between colours. First it was an orangey-red, then it faded to brown, and then it faded to indigo. The indigo colour stayed, the liquid bubbling and fizzing noticeably more violently. Then, all the liquid suddenly drained from that compartment, travelling down through the machine.

A couple of seconds later, the whole machine fell silent. The tour group was silent, excitedly anticipating what incredible candy this machine would dispense. There was a click, and a small drawer on the side of the machine opened. And inside…

A small pale white nondescript strip. Most of the tour members deflated a little upon seeing it.

“You mean that’s it?” Virgil raised an eyebrow, slipping off his headphones.

Remus, however, just scoffed. “Oh, kid… You don’t even know what it is.”

“It’s gum!” Logan pushed to the front of the group, right in front of the drawer, seeming to be the only one who wasn’t disappointed by the candy.

“Wrong!”

“Um… no I’m not. I’m never wrong, especially about this. I mean, I think we all know that I am quite the gum expert-”

“Ssh, deflate that big head of yours a little and let me finish.” Remus ignored the glare he received in response from Logan, continuing. “This isn’t just any normal strip of gum! This is the single greatest and most magnificent gum ever created.”

Logan looked back at his father for a moment, before turning back to Remus, his curiosity piqued and previous annoyance already gone. “What’s so amazing about it?”

“Glad you asked! This gum contains an entire three course meal. You chew it, you taste all three courses one by one, and it fills you up, gives you all the nutrients and energy that a meal does. I decided to make it after I realised I was accidentally skipping meals because I was working so long I didn’t have time to cook myself anything. Also, every time I’ve tried making myself a proper meal, I set fire to the kitchen… So I created this to allow people to have quick, easy, cheap and healthy meals no matter how busy their day may be, or how bad they are at cooking. Though I haven’t got it quite right yet. There’s still one or two things that need adjusting-”

As Remus was speaking, Logan had looked back at his father again. Anton leaned down and whispered in Logan’s ear, and the boy nodded.

“I don’t care,” he declared loudly, interrupting the chocolatier. Before Remus could stop him, Logan reached out and took the strip of gum from the tray, and quickly walked back away from the rest of the group so no one could take it from him. “As long as it’s gum then that’s for me. And I’m extremely curious to see how well it works...”

“I really wouldn’t do that,” Remus warned, watching him as he went.

But Logan didn’t listen. He reached into his mouth and pulled out his record breaking wad of gum, sticking it behind his ear. Then, he stopped in an area of the room mostly clear of machines, before he popped the new stick of gum into his mouth.

The tour group didn’t hesitate in gathering around him, watching as he began to chew, interested in hearing if the gum was really all as amazing as Remus had claimed. Anton pulled his phone from his pocket, pushing past the group to get a good view of Logan, while holding his phone up and starting to record.

Remus huffed at the sight of the phone, but decided to prioritise the more severe rule being broken, looking to Logan. “Okay, kid, listen. When I say it’s ‘not quite right’, I don’t mean ‘one of the flavours is slightly off’. I mean you are seriously going to regret not spitting it out right now.”

Logan rolled his eyes, just continuing to chew. “It’s a stick of gum, it can’t do anything that-” He stopped mid-sentence, his eyes widening and his chewing slowing down. “Oh my gosh… This is amazing! It’s tomato soup, and I can feel it running down my throat! It’s like I’m actually eating it! This is fascinating...”

“I’d really spit it out if I were you...” Remus had already seemed to realise it was a lost cause, as his words were now flat and bored. He was more so saying it out of obligation now, but it seemed Logan’s father didn’t appreciate his words anyway.

Anton scoffed, turning to his son. “Don’t listen to him, Logan, keep on chewing. I think the first person in the world to have a chewing gum meal would be a pretty impressive title to add onto, well, your numerous other ones. And I’ll post this video later to let everyone see…”

Logan beamed proudly at the words, only to be distracted as his eyes lit up again. “It’s changing! Roast beef, with baked potato. Mm, it’s really buttery…”

“Great, you know it works,” Remus shrugged. “Now spit it out.”

“No way, I want to see what dessert is like!”

“Trust me, you don’t.”

Thomas frowned at the interaction between the two of them, before looking up at Larry and whispering. “Why isn’t Logan listening to Mr Duke?”

Larry leant down and whispered back, “Because, Thomas, he’s a nitwit.” Thomas frowned even more in response. Not the nicest of answers for his carer to give.

“Here comes dessert!” Logan’s exclamation caused Remus to sigh in resignation. “Mm, blueberry pie and ice cream! This is the best blueberry pie I’ve ever tasted! I might even like it more than blueberry Crofters, and that’s saying something-”

Roman suddenly interrupted, “What’s happening to his nose?”

As Logan had been gushing about the flavour of the gum, something strange had started happening. A very small blue dot had appeared on the very tip of his nose, and as everyone watched, it slowly spread, getting bigger.

“It’s turning blue!” Romulus said, eyebrows furrowing. Everyone looked to Remus. However, the chocolatier did nothing but sigh.

“Welp, guess it was about time I did a human test and not an Oompa Loompa one.” He dug into his coat and pulled out a notebook and pen. He flicked the notebook open and started writing, muttering. “Wonder if the affects’ll be more or less severe…”

Logan looked between everyone in confusion, completely unaware of the change he was going through as he continued to smack the gum. His eyes went to his father, hoping for an explanation.

“Your whole nose has gone purple…” Anton lowered his phone a little, but didn’t stop the recording. “Logan, you’re… turning violet!”

Roman tilted his head to the side, shrugging. “Actually, I’d say it’s more of an indigo than violet.”

Logan shook his head. At this point, the blue colour was now beginning to cover his face, spreading across his cheeks and turning his lips and freckles a deep purple when it reached them. He reached up to touch his nose as he spoke. “That doesn’t make any sense. A person’s skin can’t just instantly change col- AH!!”

The reason he cried out was because his arms had begun to turn blue right before his eyes, spreading down from under the sleeves of his shirt. He was speechless for a moment, and yet he didn’t stop chewing the gum. “...Wh-what…?”

By now, his entire face was blue and it was spreading down his neck. Even his hair was turning blue, spreading out from his parting. It appeared from under his skirt, spreading down his legs. The tour group watched, equal parts concerned, confused and curious as every single part of Logan’s body changed colour, becoming the same blueberry blue. Even his his eyes changed - irises going from a sapphire blue to purple, and the whites taking on a lavender tinge.

Logan had raised a hand in front of his face, eyes wide in horror as he watched his pale fingers become taken over by the indigo. “M-Mr Duke, what’s happening to me?”

Before the chocolatier could say anything, Logan interrupted him with a groan, holding his stomach, which had begun to gurgle loudly.

“Are you alright…?” Thomas asked, debating whether or not to approach and comfort the other boy.

“I-I think three courses was too much on top of the candy from the Chocolate Room… I feel too full…”

Anton seemed to snap from shock to anger, turning to Remus. “What the hell is your gum doing to my son?!”

“I told him not to chew it. I told him to spit it out. Don’t blame me for your kid’s fuck up.”

“Excuse me?! It’s your gum that’s-!”

“Look, he’s getting fat!” Roman suddenly laughed.

Anton spun back to look at his son and his eyes widened in horror. Logan was swelling up. His waist widened and legs thickened as his belly swelled out, pressing against and bulging around his red belt. As he swelled larger, his body sloshed and gurgled.

Logan’s expression was initially one of horror as he pressed into his own body in disbelief. However, his expression soon turned to pain as his belt started cutting into him, far too tight around his waist. He whimpered, desperately trying to reach over the swelling mound that was his own belly to undo his belt. However, before he could get close, his belt broke with a loud POP! Whatever was filling him quickly filled the space previously held back, and Logan stumbled a little at the sudden surge of extra weight in his stomach. His shirt began to ride up, revealing his round stomach to be just as blue as the rest of him. He placed his hands back on his belly, feeling it grow, purple tears welling in his eyes.

Any and all cockiness and confidence had left Logan, facade cracked to reveal pure terror and desperation. “H-help! Please! M-make it stop!”

“What the hell is happening?! He’s blowing up like a balloon!” Anton rounded on Remus once again, who was still absentmindedly scribbling in his notebook.

“Not a balloon,” he mumbled almost inaudibly.

“You’d better get the air out of him right now!”

“Air?” Now Remus looked up from his notebook. “Are you deaf? The loudest sloshing in the world is coming from him!”

“Water then!”

Remus sighed, rolling his eyes. “Dumbass, it’s not water filling him, it’s juice.”

“Juice?” Thomas asked, looking back at Remus, who nodded.

“Yup. Blueberry juice. Remember, the dessert of the gum was blueberry pie.” He turned back to Anton. “Your son is turning into a blueberry.”

“What?! I… I can’t have a blueberry for a son! How is he supposed to compete?! What about his fame?!”

Before Remus could respond, Roman turned around. “Oh, I think it’s safe to say he’d still be famous - all sorts of freak shows will want him as an attraction.”

Logan sobbed, not wanting to believe what he was hearing. He was turning into a giant fruit?! His face was starting to get rounder and softer, juice beginning to fill his cheeks, and his arms had started to rapidly plumpen up. His chest began to swell more, rounding out with his belly. And yet, his well-trained jaw did not stop chewing as he mumbled, “H-hewp me, pwease…”

“Don’t freak out or anything. I’ve tested the gum before, this has happened before to the Oompa Loompas when they’ve been doing testing,” Remus reassured Anton. “We know how to turn him back. We just need to roll him to the Juicing Room.”

“The Juicing Room? What are they gonna do to him there?”

“Squeeze him! All the juice needs to be squeezed out before he explodes. Like a pimple!”

“Wha- explodes?!”

“Well, basically, if he isn’t juiced in time he will go through a process we call ‘ripening’. When he’s fully ripened, either he’ll be stuck like that forever, or… pop!” Remus made an exploding gesture. “But don’t worry! He has, like, an hour, maybe two at a stretch, until he even begins ripening. He’ll be all juiced by then.”

Anton still looked extremely pissed, but pushed his anger at the chocolatier aside for a minute, turning back to his now almost spherical son. Logan was taking on a much more berry-like shape, arms and legs swelling into him so became more round, hands and feet sinking into his body, feet lifting from the floor.

He flapped his hands and shifted his feet slightly, which was the most movement he could muster, whimpering and letting out muffled pleas for help. But the swelling wasn’t quite done. He kept getting bigger - wider, taller and rounder. His hands and feet sunk into his body a little further, as did his head, muffling his voice further.

The tour group shuffled back a little, giving the growing berry more space.

“He’s getting huge,” Roman snickered, revelling in the retribution of seeing the person he’d been arguing with all day getting his just desserts. Virgil had pulled up his hood like he didn’t want to look, but couldn’t tear his eyes away. Thomas was just concerned and scared for the boy being transformed in front of them.

And as suddenly as the swelling started, it stopped. Logan was now just a ten foot tall blue ball in extremely stretched out clothes, with his head, hands and feet barely poking out. He cried quietly as he rocked gently back and forth, face flushing purple in embarrassment as he felt everyone staring at him. His embarrassment wasn’t helped when Roman reached out and poked his stomach.

Despite everything, however, his full cheeks were still chewing at the piece of gum in his mouth.

“Huh, he’s a lot bigger than the Oompa Loompas when they turned into blueberries… Guess that should be expected since humans are taller, and skin can stretch more than metal,” Remus said, making one final note in his notebook before snapping it shut and tucking it back into his jacket. “Hope he can still fit in the juicer. Speaking of…” He whistled, and it wasn’t long until an Oompa Loompa ran over. “I want you to roll Mr Beauregarde here to the Juicing Room at once, please.”

The Oompa Loompa nodded, “Yes, sir!” before running off.

Virgil was fiddling with the drawstrings, trying to calm his fast breathing. “Um… wh-what if you can’t, uh… juice him? Y’know… if he doesn’t fit…”

Remus just shrugged. “Then oh well. It was his own fault, and he’d better hope he gets lucky and just gets stuck instead of bursting.”

Anton glared at him, looking ready to punch Remus. But luckily, he didn’t have the time to protest, being interrupted by the Oompa Loompa returning, with a few other Oompa Loompas in tow. Not only that, but as they ran over, others in the room banged on pots and pans, started up machines, and began to hum, creating an instrumental.

“Are they going to sing again?” Thomas asked, looking up at his guardian.

Larry nodded, “It sounds like it.”

The five Oompa Loompas tasked with rolling Logan away stood in front of him, but rather than starting to roll him away, they turned back to the rest of the tour group and burst into song.

“Listen close, and listen hard To the tale of Logan Beauregarde This nerdy boy who sees no wrong In chewing, chewing Chewing, chewing Chewing, chewing all day long!

Chewing, chewing all day long Chewing, chewing all day long Chewing, chewing all day long!”

The five Oompa Loompas turned around and gave Logan a push, starting to roll him across the room. Three more Oompa Loompas then jumped onto him from the catwalks, deciding to walk on him and bounce on his stomach like a trampoline for their dance choreography - something that was clearly uncomfortable for the blueberry, given how Logan winced and whimpered.

“He goes on chewing till at last His chewing muscles grow so vast And from his face his giant chin Sticks out just like a violin!

Chewing, chewing all day long Chewing, chewing all day long Chewing, chewing all day long!”

Thomas frowned as he noticed the Oompa Loompas weren’t actually rolling Logan straight to the door. They seemed to just be pushing him randomly around the room so they had time to sing their song. Wasn’t that dangerous? The boy was a ticking time bomb!

“For years and years he chews away His jaws get stronger every day And with one great tremendous chew They bite the poor boy's tongue in two And that is why we try so hard To save poor Logan Beauregarde!

Chewing, chewing all day long Chewing, chewing all day long Chewing, chewing Chewing, chewing Chewing, chewing all day long!”

As the Oompa Loompas faded out of the song, the ones standing on him jumped off, and they finally rolled him to the door. They began pushing Logan through, though as they did, he got slightly stuck. The blueberry boy whimpered, the mean song certainly not helping his tears, as well as feeling slightly nauseous from a mix of the rolling and how full he felt.

One of the Oompa Loompas ran back over to the tour group and tugged on Anton’s pant leg, before grabbing his hand and pulling him away. As he was dragged, Anton called back, “I swear, if he isn’t perfectly back to normal, I’ll sue you for everything you have, Duke! Even if it’s the last thing I ever do! I have evidence right here!” He held up his phone. “I’ll show everyone that this factory is a deathtrap!”

As they reached the door, Anton turned back around and sighed. “I’ve got a blueberry for a son…” He pressed his hands into Logan, helping the Oompa Loompas push him, until Logan finally came unstuck. As the Beauregardes were taken away, the door was closed behind them, Logan letting out one final muffled plea for help before being cut off from the rest of the tour group.

“Good thing I had you all sign that contract so I don’t have to worry about him actually suing me,” Remus muttered, before plastering on a smile. “Come on! We should probably move along from this room before we lose anyone else. Now, the Beauregardes have taken the boat, so we’ll have to head through the corridors. This way!” Remus began leading the group to another door on the other side of the room, pulling his phone from his pocket.

“Mr Duke?” Thomas asked as they walked, looking back at the door Logan had been pushed through. “Will Logan always be a blueberry?”

“Nah, he’ll be fine. The juicer probably will fit him. Remember what I said? Unless he ripens, he’s all good. I didn’t just say that just to reassure them, it’s the truth.” He paused, giggling. “Though it would be kinda funny if it had been a lie.”

Thomas bit his lip, thinking a bit more. “Logan’s going to have the juice squeezed out of him… Will that turn his skin back to its normal colour too?”

“‘Fraid not. Haven’t been able to work that out yet. He’s probably gonna be blue forever. But I guess that’s what you get for being arrogant and not listening to adults ‘cause you think you're so much smarter than them. But now to put the past behind us and move on with the tour!”

And with that, Remus finished what he was doing on his phone, slipping it into his pocket as he left the Inventing Room, the rest of the tour group following behind.

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I have a question for the audience…. How do we think jack would be as a bf? Like actually not the fairytale a lot of people have. Cuz I know obviously all the fan fic on here portrays him as this wonderful partner but I have such a hard time reading them cuz I just know irl he’d probably be terrible. With all of his issues he so clearly has with woman in some way and his control issues and the fact that he keeps a bunch a losers around in his circle I feel like dating him would not be easy in the slightest lol. And kind of like you said I haven’t seen a lot of improvement in most areas of his behavior and social circle for years so yeah. Interested to hear your pov lol

good question, good question. i really like this one. i feel like while there are certainly those who have this romanticised version of a possible relationship with him, whether it be for fanfic reasons (and the over exaggerated nature of writing) or the fact that the relationship they have is parasocial, i think this question is sort of hard to answer, because if you asked fans to imagine a realistic relationship with him, i don't think people are going to be listing all the shitty things right away, does that make sense? like you don't start daydreaming about the relationship and all the things that could go wrong.

a "few thoughts", in no particular order: ** questionable friends: you are (to some extent) what you surround yourself with. have never heard anything bad about them per se, but nothing positive either. if he is not like his friends, then what draws him to said group of people? i know that they are childhood friends and all, but there has to be something "attractive" about them that makes him want to keep surrounding himself with them. also, i just feel like he would choose them over me. like if he had free time, he would link with them and not me.

** his girlfriends or specifically zion. listen, if they were together in real life i wouldn't be mad about it, i think they would look cute, but if i was with him and she was around that would be a red flag. not saying that he can't have girl friends, but the closeness of that relationship would be raising my eyebrow.

** him being with tori. you're in the industry, you could have been with anyone, famous or not, yet you choose a 30 year old ex stripper with 2 kids. i am so judging his judgment here.

** he seems cheap. that moncler jacket has been worn to death and those prada glasses. don't forget his plane ticket story too. i am not expecting you to fund me, but it seems like i wouldn't be getting much.

** i will not be sitting around and waiting on him as he travels the world. i will not be changing my schedule for you. my life does not stop because i am dating you. i don't see him making accommodations for me and sacrificing things on his end. i know during the chicken shop date interview he was asked if he would move to london for a girl, and i genuinely don't see that and i also don't see me flying half way across the world to kick it in damn kentucky, so …

** this will probably sound random, but whatever. i just picture him trying too hard, i don't know whether it's his abandonment / loneliness issues or whatever. he's funny, yes, but i just picture him trying to impress me real bad and i would just get turned off so quickly. also, i would feel shit if he thought he had to change himself for me. i'd feel like there is something wrong with me and question what i did / if i am in some way not good enough?? hope that makes sense.

** i am not signing no damn nda. i get the nature of the industry, but i am not doing that. that would just tell me that you don't trust me, so what's the point of getting involved? second of all, it would feel like a contract. i know an nda is a legal document / contract, but still, would rub me the wrong way. feels cold and impersonal, i am just business.

** he constantly seems to be on edge. as someone who has anxiety and is on edge myself, i don't need the person who should be able to support me and "be the man" to be on edge himself. that would make me feel even worse. i need to know that you are solid and if shit goes down you will make sure i am fine and it gets sorted. i guess i don't really see him as protective. i only see him protective in "sexual way" like "don't look at my girl, she's mine", but that's off putting to me personally. not looking to be objectified.

** this is going to sound really mean, but fuck it. his issues or more so not doing anything about them is unattractive and i say as someone who deals with my own shit of similar nature to his. i know he's said he went to therapy, but it doesn't seem to be working. i am not going to have your "stuff" interfering with our relationship, go and sort it. i also feel like we would butt heads on the topic of mental health, especially since i am an over thinker and i am constantly reflecting and questioning things, whereas he has issues addressing things. i can see a lot of conflict in regards to that subject.

** last but not least, if i picture a realistic relationship with him, i am sure there would be good moments, but the most important thing for me is my peace. and if that means not being with him that's fine. i need my significant other to add to my life and make it better and right now i would see a relationship with him and his baggage as an inconvenience. to add to his point, i am of the thinking "i am with you, because i want you and not because i need you" and i feel like he wouldn't like that, because i am in control and we know he hates not having control. i am quick to get rid of things / people (not necessarily always a good quality, i will admit), but as soon as it starts fucking with my flow, it's got to go. bye!

shit, i really went in … oops. and as always, audience feel free to state your opinion.

thank you for stopping by+sharing. :)

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