#and its like. gorgeous baking process....... pretty music......

[babybulbasaur920]

Headcanons for Vilex (Vil/Felix)

Felix has more or less avoided Vil´s fits of overbearing-ness for the first two years of Felix's time at NRC

There was more or less an unspoken agreement after Vil saw what this man can make out of basically nothing

Leave him alone and he´ll work hard on his own, and get fancy, beautiful jewelry with gems mined from the Han-eul mountains, the most gorgeous ever

This went on until the VDC, when Vil decided Felix would help the crew, music and stuff. He thought Felix could do it

Anyways chapter 5 goes as it does

Felix and Yuu in the ¨we aren't going to be dancing, why must we eat the white people food?¨ club

Vil´s overblot goes as it does

As he's doing his major soul searching trying to reassess every damn thing, he happens upon Felix's hot shop, and they start chatting

At first it's polite small talk, about Felix´s projects and the jewelry making process. It then turns into more personal things

Vil hasn't had much time to just work through it all.

Even with Rook picking up the slack it takes a lot to be so perfect, and to look like it takes no effort to be perfect

Felix is blunt and slightly to the left (my baby is undiagnosed autistic, the tumblr kind, he'd be doing numbers on here) and its oddly refreshing to Vil, who hasn't given him much more thought than a handy kinda dude

They started dating not long and it's a trip for both of them

Vil never thought he'd be so down for someone, he always thought a partner would have to be actually perfect, not better than him of course 

If you told him a year ago he'd be so head over heels for a kinda short artisan with little filter, he'd laugh it off, but life comes at you fast and you never know. And now he's sitting in the cafeteria with one arm around him while trying to get him to eat, since using his fire and metal magic to craft actually burns a lot of calories, he has to eat a lot, but can just get so absorbed in studying or whatever Vil has to remind him to eat.

Felix has definitely kissed Vil all over like that one tweet

Felix kissing Vil all over his face: skincare

Holiday hcs since we just had those fucks

I just know Vils dad is like one of those sad beige moms

And christmas, or the twisted wonderland equivalent kinda sucked over at the Schoenheit house for that reason

And Vil keeps that going in Pomefiore, instead of beige we got purple, which is a step up but you get the point

But Felix came from a large family and the kind of village thats one big family, and it's ¨tacky¨ holidays all the way

We are talking about homemade decor (that still looks amazing,  all those jerks are pro artisans, what did you think would happen?), all the colors, cookie decorating with half the kitchen coated in flour, festive kidz bop, pjs, the whole messy nine yards

This of course becomes a problem, last year, Felix just did his room how he likes it, and his roommate was kind enough not to snitch, but now he and Vil are dating, he's asking for his opinion, and, he really hates how sterile this all looks

While dating Felix has sort of mellowed Vil out, seeing what's really important in life and all that, he still very much cares about aesthetics and everything looking perfect, and perfect, in this scenario makes Felix poke everything with a stick

Eventually they come to a conclusion, the dorm will be elegant as always but more fun

They do a whole thing about gingerbread houses, and it turns out Rook´s aunt has a dope recipe which he shares. It's actually pretty cool to see these guys fumble, the majority is rich fancy dudes who've never cooked in their lives 

Of course Felix´s is super elaborate (once again, who do you think you're talking about?). He's not much better at baking, but design is his thing. The whole thing is a victorian style house with candy cane railings, green cotton candy and powdered sugar as snowy bushes, a snowman made out of donut holes, and a garden using candy canes as trellis, those pull apart twizzlers as vines and actual candied flowers. How this man even got those things, no one knows (he bribed Rook, a true artist cannot be contained)

Tree decorating! Some students write home for ornaments that they particularly like, Felix makes some, Epel makes a whole popcorn chain (has to be supervised or he'll eat it, our gremlin child), it gets spray painted, so it doesn't attract bugs not all of it matches but the tree is beautiful and everyone in the dorm got to add to it

Vil has to fold, this **has** been better than how holidays normally are for him

The gifts:

What Felix gifts Vil: 

(he made them of course)

he put in it, a picture Rook took, of the group (him, Vil, Epel, Rook) (dont ask how Rook took the picture and was in the picture. we all know this man is some eldrich being) in front of the dorm tree

What Vil got him:

(i couldn´t find pictures of actual tickets so pretend they´re tickets)

They both love the netflix movie, so when Felix casually tosses out he once saw this as a play when travelling with his parents, Vil was intrigued. he found out that a theater not too far from NRC would be putting it on

Vil, when doing his homework on the play, saw it's a thing to dress up like you're going to prom, so he also got Felix a nice suit

#vil schoenheit #felix shovel #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #character x oc #headcanons #holidays

[ghost--core]

this video has such incredible Adrian energy it's so good,,,,,,,,

#the captions are so like. cute and funny and lighthearted........ #and its like. gorgeous baking process....... pretty music...... #if adrian had a youtube channel kt woulf look like this #thinkin abt.... him making hen this cake for his birthday or smth like. #theres so much love put into the process and it takes so much time to make so its like...... special #listen im gay i watch one (1) baking video and become soft like a marshed mallow #adrian tag #mine #also like???? fuckign. chocolate coffee and bourbon sound like henrik flavors. he would enjoy that i think #blahblahblah #text

[sadsilktrader]

Secret Admirer

I apologize for my extreme tardiness for posting to the Geraskier Holiday Exchange. This was written for @gotfanfiction 

A modern Geraskier AU in which Jaskier is receiving gifts from an admirer.

...

"I'm telling you Yen, the man doesn't even know I exist. It can't be him," Jaskier paced the living room of his small apartment, small watering can in hand, completely forgotten. His plants looked on forlornly. 

"Hm," she replied, he could hear the scritch-scratch of the emery board while she only half-listened to his prattling. "All I'm saying is that he was there at the pub the night you played and he lives in your building and he can hear you when you practice and those have all been the nights you've got gifts from your secret admirer." 

"Half the building goes to that pub, it could be anyone! Plus, he doesn't even know I exist. " He flopped dramatically onto the couch, spilling water on himself. "Anyway, I'll let you go do whatever important business you have to do. You'll be here before my show on Saturday with Triss, right?" 

"We'll be there. We just have to drop Ciri off at her dad's first. Now promise me you'll at least talk to him next time you see him."

"Maybe." He grumbled. 

"What was that?"

"Fine, fine! I promise!" 

"You better. I'm tired of listening to you wistfully sigh every time we speak."

"You're the worst."

"I love you too Jaskier, bye." 

The phone clicked. 

He'd met Yen online, a friend of a friend of a friend. They played DnD together, starting off as catty enemies and somehow developing into the deep friendship they had now. She was a good person, just a little rough around the edges. Well, very rough around the edges. 

She'd settled down a lot over the last few years when motherhood had fallen into her lap though. He wasn’t certain about all the details, they were close but she was a private person. She shared custody of her adopted daughter, Ciri, with her ex. He'd never had the pleasure of meeting the man but he'd heard enough about him to form his own opinions. Heart in the right place but not exactly open about his feelings. 

Sounded a lot like his own mysterious love. He sighed again, there was no way it was his gorgeous and stoic upstairs neighbor. The man was gorgeous and kind and lovely. He was tall and pale with silky white hair. Not to mention outrageously muscular. Jaskier had seen him in their apartment's gym working out on more than one occasion. It had taken every ounce of his self-control to keep himself from openly ogling him. He'd seen him feeding the feral cat that lived in the parking lot. Helping their elderly neighbors with their groceries. Playing with his daughter on the weekends. The man was too good to be true. Which was why he was absolutely positive he couldn't be the one leaving the gifts at his door. 

The mystery man was perfect but he, Julian Alfred Pancratz, college drop out, jobless, barely squeezing by with the money he made by doing odd jobs in the apartment complex and occasionally performing at the neighborhood pub, was an absolute mess. There was no way someone like the man would give him more than a passing glance. 

He sat up quickly leaving the forgotten, spilled watering can to the side to search for his notebook and pen. At least all the angst and longing seemed to also be a fantastic inspiration. 

...

He chewed his lip, the leather-bound notebook balanced on his knee. He strummed a few chords on his guitar before setting it back carefully down to scribble something down. 

The sun was fully set now and his balcony light had flicked on giving the small area an ethereal glow. He loved the process of writing and creating outside where he could feel the world around him. There was something about feeling the gentle breeze against him, the sun and moon shining down on him, and the fluttering hummingbirds that visited his feeder that just felt right.  

He stretched and yawned and was contemplating packing up for the night when he heard it. A barely-there, soft knock at his door. Eyes gone wide he all but threw his things down and ran to the door to open it. No one. As always. There was however a small box tied in a ribbon and a note attached. 

A voice so sweet deserves something sweet in return. -love, your admirer 

He undid the ribbon and opened the box. Inside was an assortment of homemade chocolates. He popped one in his mouth and let it slowly melt over his tongue. Dark chocolate, caramel, sea salt. He couldn't help the sappy smile that plastered itself on his face and would stay there the rest of the night. 

It had been a little over a month since the gifts started arriving. Most of the time they were baked goods or sweets of some kind but occasionally it was something different.  A clutch of flowers, a silver bracelet with music notes engraved, once there was even a picture of a particularly beautiful sunrise left for him. He treasured them all. 

He was a hopeless romantic down to the core of his being. He had never met his admirer but he was sure it would be love at first sight.

…

He was bone tired. He'd spent the day hauling furniture away to the thrift store and painting the walls of one of his elderly neighbors who was soon moving to a rest home. For all the work he was paid thirty dollars and a batch of very good snickerdoodle cookies. He knew it was all the woman could afford to give him and he was grateful for that. Not exactly enough to pay the rent but enough to buy a few groceries at least. 

He stood in the deli section, weighing out the pros and cons of value pack meats when he saw him. The man, his white hair hanging loose around his shoulders, dark jeans, and a leather jacket. His breath hitched and his mouth went dry. 

Gods how can anyone look that attractive just going to the grocery store. 

The man looked up, catching him staring. His eyes the color of amber and honey. He felt like a deer in the headlights caught in his gaze. A few faint scars visible on his face and neck. He couldn't help but wonder if there were more on the rest of the man's body and felt a blush rise to his cheeks. 

"It's leaking." The man said.

"What?"

"The honey ham your holding, it's leaking."

He stared at the gorgeous being before him for a moment longer before it clicked. 

"Oh fuck," he dropped the squishy package on the ground, ham juices splashing on the both of them. 

"Oh, gods I'm so sorry," he wasn't sure his face could get any redder. 

"It's okay, really. I've had much worse things spilled on me before. You looked pretty lost in thought."

An employee glared at him with a mop and trash can. He smiled awkwardly, wishing he could just disappear. 

"You're the musician, right? I live in the apartment above yours. I can hear you playing from my living room." The way the man said it had him wondering if that was a good thing or not. 

"I'm Julian, well Jaskier to my friends and fans." He mustered up the courage he usually reserved for the stage and gave the man his best smile. 

"Geralt. I'd shake your hand but," He nodded to his arms full of groceries. "You know when you go into the store thinking you only need one thing?" 

"Well, you're in luck," he gestured to his cart, "I just so happen to have the best cart in the store. Not a squeaky wheel in sight." 

"Are you sure?" 

"Absolutely! The life of a musician leads to a very sparse diet. More than enough room for both of us. Plus we're headed to the same place." 

Geralt had an amused smirk on his face that made Jaskier's heart skip a beat. Conversation between them came easy. Geralt was the quieter of the two but his dry wit and cheesy jokes had him laughing harder than he had in ages. Handsome and funny. 

They made their way back to the apartment complex walking slower than was necessary, he noticed. 

"So you have a daughter? I'm not stalking you or anything, I just noticed her around the complex sometimes."

"Ciri," he replied. "My ex and I share custody, its-" he sighed, running his hand through his hair, "it's a bit of a complicated situation actually. But they’re moving closer soon and that should help.”

The elevator stopped at his floor and he stepped off. 

“So, I’ll be seeing you.” he mentally berated himself for not being able to come up with something more clever. The door was closing between them and he suddenly shot his hound out, stopping the door. 

“Actually, and please forgive me if this is too forward, maybe I could give you my number and we could grab a coffee sometime? Or do our grocery shopping together again?”

Geralt chuckled before reaching into his pocket, tapping at the screen a few times, and passed it over. He added his number with the name Jaskier followed by a heart and music note emoji. The moment the elevator door closed he was dancing, groceries in hand, for his forwardness paying off for once. 

…

It was colder tonight but he still played outside until his fingers were near numbing. His cheeks were flushed red from the cold. After his run-in with the man, he felt like he was walking on clouds. The world was at peace and he was the luckiest man in the world. He’d almost forgotten about his secret admirer completely until the same soft knock came from outside the door. Today was different though. Today he was brave and he had left a note for his admirer to find.

I beg of you to reveal yourself to me. I will be performing at the Royal Oak this Saturday. Please, wear this token so I may recognize you amongst the other patrons. Love, Jaskier

He strained his ears and purposely walked slowly to the door, giving his admirer time to leave the gift and find his note. He swore he heard mumbling of words. He closed his eyes and counted to ten before opening the door. 

His note was gone and in place of it a container he opened to reveal a miniature-sized three-layered cake elaborately decorated with chocolate-covered strawberries. It was, as always, delicious to the point of sin. 

He felt a twinge of guilt. He didn’t want to string along his admirer, especially if things with Geralt turned out well. But he was getting ahead of himself. They had spoken once and here he was already planning their life together. 

…

The next few days passed quickly. His wish of getting more work around the complex had come true but he was, unfortunately, unable to do any more practice for his upcoming performance. Every day he came back to his apartment with every intention of playing only to wake up from an unintentional five-hour nap on his couch. 

To make matters worse, he hadn’t received a single text from Geralt, and since his sleep schedule was completely messed up he hadn’t caught a single glimpse of him since their last accidental meeting. He thought of swinging by his place to invite him to his show but decided against it. Maybe he needed some space? Maybe he had come off as too clingy? The doubts and second-guesses were mounting.

He arrived at the pub early to set up and get some practicing in before going on stage. Geralt wouldn’t be there but at least, he hoped, his soon-not-to-be secret admirer would be. Inside the note, he’d left a silver brooch of a songbird in flight. It was small but something he would instantly recognize. The glimmer of it from the stage lights would catch his attention. At least that’s what he was hoping. He felt more nervous about this performance than he had in a long while.

“You okay there Jaskier?” The voice came from behind him and he turned to see Triss, her curls down, beautifully framing her face. 

“Oh thank the Gods,” he hugged her tight. 

“Where’s your better half?” he asked looking around the growing pub’s crowd. 

“Outside on the phone. It’s her ex, they don’t argue often but when they do,” she made a face. “Something about him needing her to watch their daughter.”

“Doesn’t he only see her on weekends? What an asshole.”

“Right?” 

He felt more at ease with a friendly face by his side and felt even better when Yennifer joined them. He was smarter than to ask her about the phone call and instead chatted about everything and anything to get his mind off his nerves. Time went by more quickly now and soon it was time for him to play. 

The second he stepped on stage his demeanor changed. Gone was any trace of nerves and doubt. The stage was his solace, the place he could bare his soul to the masses, or in this case to the forty-odd people crammed into the pub. 

It was halfway through his third song when he remembered to keep an eye out for his admirer. He scanned the crowd hoping for the familiar glint to catch his eye but there was nothing. He chewed his lip. 

The third song blended into his fourth and fifth. Still nothing. He took a break to grab a drink. He made small talk with Yennifer who raised a delicate brow at him. 

"Alright, spill it. What's got you so distracted?" 

He finished his drink and let his smile fall into a grimace. 

"I left a note. For my admirer. I asked them to come tonight. I left them something to wear so I would recognize them and-" 

"And they did show?" She finished for him. 

"Nope. Wait how did you know?" 

"First off you're terrible at hiding your emotions, and second I was fucking right and you owe me.”

“What?”

She laughed, shaking her head. “I guess I’m partially to blame, I should have realized it earlier.”

“I- what?” he asked again. 

“Jaskier. Darling. Sweetheart. I was right.” she said the words slowly as one would do to a small dog. 

“Right about what?”

“Your admirer. It’s your neighbor. You never told me but let me guess. Pale, white hair, roguishly handsome, looks like he could snap you in half like a twig?”

“How do you?” He was feeling a little faint now like he was at the edge of realizing something terrible.

“Your neighbor, your admirer, and my ex are all the same person.”

His eyes went wide. It all made sense. All the clues were there but he had just been too dense to put them all together. He’d seen pictures of Yenifer’s daughter but he’d never spent more than a passing glance at Geralt's visiting daughter. 

“Oh fuck.” he sat down, suddenly unsure of his legs beneath him. 

“He called me right before I came in going on about needing to go out for a few hours and if it was alright with me if he left Ciri alone.” she chuckled. “I told him to not be an asshole and spend time with his daughter.”

Jaskier’s head perked up. Geralt had wanted to come. He hadn’t blown him off. 

“I have to go. Fuck, I can’t leave in the middle of a set though.” 

Yennifer waved him off, “I’ll sort things off here, you go to him.”

He kissed the top of her head and gave her a quick, tight hug. “You would tell me if this bothered you right? I mean, he’s your ex and all.” 

“I think you two would do a very good job at evening each other out, now go!” She smacked him on the shoulder and off he went. 

…

He ran home, or at least halfway home before running out of breath and proceeded to briskly walk the rest of the way. He was still trying to decide what to say when he found himself outside the door, sweating profusely and looking an absolute mess. He knocked on the door before he talked himself out of it. 

“One minute!” A voice from beyond the door answered followed by the sound of an oven door closing and the chain sliding from the door’s lock. 

The door opened. He looked beautiful, even like this, wearing an apron covered in flour cocoa powder. Especially like this maybe. 

“I’m friends with Yennifer and she said it was you but I didn’t believe her and I didn’t realize that your daughter Ciri was also her daughter Cirilla which in retrospect should have clued me in but-” he took a deep breath in. Geralt looked nervous and his rambling wasn’t happening. He started over. 

“You’re my secret admirer?”

The man blushed. “I am. Is that okay?”

“Very, very okay.” He smiled. 

“Would you like to come in? I was just baking. For you.” his blush deepened and Jaskier heart felt like it would burst with affection. 

“I’d like that very much.”

#geraskier holiday exchange #geraskier #geraskier fic #geraskier fanfic #geraskier fanfiction #this is so laaaate #modern au geraskier #secret admirer fic #sometimes I write

[aspenflower17]

Finding You (Part Fourteen of ??)

Hey everyone! I hope you’re all having a good New Year so far! I have a bit of an update after the chapter for y’all.

Edit: Oop! I forgot the link to Part One for any new people! My bad!

Tags (ily all!):  @simpingforsatan @naimena @hachimochi @wrathandgreed @magi-minminxiii @rensphilia @a-dream-at-night @chloelikesobeyme @getbehindme-satan @theuglypugling @oofthelazyweeb @mammonismyfirstman (as always, if you’d like to be put on the tags list, juust let me know in a comment down below, or a DM)

Word Count: 1,961

TW: None? I’m pretty sure?

Mc didn’t know what she was expecting from the song Satan’s brothers pressured him to play, but a gorgeous melancholic love song was not it, though she should have guessed it was a love song from the title. She was entranced from the first couple notes, and the lyrics pulled her in further. They spoke of someone experiencing love for the first time, though they were afraid of their Love fading away and leaving them. She smiled at the cat lyrics, finding herself not surprised Satan would write about them. He seemed like a cat lover, though she had no real basis for the belief.

 Satan’s singing voice was just as nice as his speaking voice and she found herself impressed. It also held a lot of emotion, enough that she was surprised it didn’t affect his singing. Though she had never heard the song before, it seemed extremely familiar. Though, it was a fairly universal concept, so it probably just seemed she’d heard it before. She hadn’t realized she was crying until Mammon offered her a handkerchief. When he finished, everyone clapped, and he started on another song.

“I never thought I’d hear tha’ song again,” Mammon spoke to Mc in a low voice.

“Why?” she asked.

“Oh… Uhhh… Well, it’s about a lost love of his. Once she… disappeared… He played it one more time and then said he’d never play it again.” 

Mc felt her throat constrict a bit at the revelation, “He must be doing better then. When he got his next… lover, he probably started feeling better.”

“He… Uhhh... '' Mammon floundered for words, and Mc found herself eagerly awaiting his next words, “I don’ think he’s dated anyone before or since her. If nothin’ else, she is his firs’ and only love.”

“Did she hurt him?”

“Huh?”

“I just ask because I’ve seen a lot of people, well, humans, who had relationships go sour and closed themselves off emotionally. I was just wondering if that’s what happened to him.”

“Not… Not exactly… She was human and she… died…” Mammon seemed really anxious at this point, and Mc decided not to push the subject further.

A human? Really? Well, that adds another layer to the song. It’s the most permanent level of “leave” there is. He knew going into the relationship it would end. But… If she had been corrupted enough by him, wouldn’t she have gone to the Devildom? Then they could’ve been together… Does that mean she went to the Celestial Realm? Do I know her? Or… Did she get stuck as a wanderer? Either way, why would he play it now? Mammon said he’d sworn off playing it ever again… The questions swirled around in her head as she watched Satan play.

“Ooooo! Ooooo! My turn!”

“Asmo, you can’t play piano,” Satan sighed, already getting up.

“But I can play music off of my DDD now can’t I?” Asmodeus said, waltzing up to what had become a stage.

As Asmo scrolled through what Mc could only assume was his list of songs, Satan came and stood next to her. Mammon even moved over so he could. Mc gave him a small smile and then turned her attention back to Asmodeus, who was gushing about the song he’d found to sing. She was still thinking about all the unanswered questions she had when she felt a breath next to her ear “What did you think?”

Mc almost jumped, but instead found herself glued to her chair, “Of the song? Or your singing?”

“Hmmm… Both.”

“You play and sing wonderfully. The song was beautiful. I could really feel your emotions.”

“Thank you,” Mc felt Satan retreat back to a standing position, and she found she missed his presence.

A huff from the other side of the room caught her attention. Looking over, she caught the tailend of Michael watching Satan with narrowed eyes before turning back to Asmodeus. How strange.

When Asmodeus finished, Lucifer was both begged and forced to play by those in the room. While Mc had to admit he was definitely in a league all his own, she found herself preferring Satan’s playing to Lucifer’s. She cocked her head slightly at the realization.

“Excellent Lucifer! Just exquisite!” Diavolo boomed, giving the Avatar of Pride a standing ovation, “I can’t remember the last time I heard you play!”

“Well, it has been awhile,” Lucifer smiled. His pride seemed to have recovered enough he could properly interact with people again. Mc was happy she was able to avert a crisis, not interested in finding out how a brawl between Michael and Lucifer would go. Though… Would either of them actually get into a physical altercation?...

Mc was so caught up in her thoughts, she didn’t realize the brothers were leaving until they were all asking if she would come to the House of Lamentation at some point.

“... And I would love to paint your nails,” Asmo prattled on, grabbing her hands, “And I know the Devildom’s lack of light can make your skin lose some of its radiance, but I have a moisturizer that can help with that. Oh and-”

“Asmo, come on! Ya want Mc to come visit or not?” Mammon interrupted,

“Mammon, you don’t understand the nuances of keeping yourself looking perfect.”

“Uh, yes. I do. I’m a model. Ya been smellin’ too many of ya fancy products and it’s melted ya brain?”

“I think you’re thinking of yourself, though it was probably when you were trying to con those witches into buying acid, and you drank some.”

“Oi! How do ya know about that?”

“Ugh, there they go again,” a head rested itself on Mc’s shoulder, and she almost jumped until she saw who it was, “Seriously though Mc. You should come over.”

“Yeah. You’re even welcome to bring Luke,” the one brother who she hadn’t talked to added, “Barbatos told me he’s gotten even better at baking.”

“Of course I’ve gotten better at baking! I’m also very good at cooking too,” Luke said, having joined the conversation.

Mc watched at Beelzebub, which is who she figured he must be through the process of elimination, actually started drooling, “Does that mean you’re actually going to come over then?”

Luke smiled fondly, a look Mc wasn’t sure she’d have ever thought he could have for a demon, “If you’d like Beel, I could probably make that happen.”

Beel rushed over to Luke and pulled him into a huge hug. Belphegor removed himself from Mc, walking over to Beelzebub, “Beel, you need to let go of the chihuahua or he’s going to suffocate. Luke can’t make you food if he’s been squished.”

“I’m sorry. I hope these idiots haven’t been bothering you too much.”

“Not at all Lucifer. They were just inviting me over sometime.”

“Well, I suppose it’s time for us to head out,” Lucifer said, starting to gather his brothers.

“You are welcome anytime you want to come over,” Satan’s voice came from behind her.

“I… Thanks. I would really like that.”

“Satan! We’re leaving.”

“I’m coming Lucifer,” Satan called, rolling his eyes, then back to Mc with a smile, “Bye.”

“Bye,” Mc called after him.

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Mc sat in her room hours later, the events of the evening still running through her head. Though she knew Michael wouldn’t approve, she found herself much more at ease and even happier around them than she did around most angels. There was a non-judgmental kindness they all exuded (well, all except Lucifer) that made her feel like she belonged. She found herself excited about the prospect of spending more time with them at the House of Lamentation. She had to laugh a bit, the fact she didn’t fit in with the rest of the angels never more clear than it was now. 

Simeon had told her his time in the Devildom had been extremely enjoyable, the less structured lifestyles if the Devildom a welcome change from the Celestial Realm. She had read his work from that time and it was obvious he had felt a lot more creative in the Devildom, even though he had school responsibilities at the time. While she hadn’t doubted his words, she had always figured the change was mostly due to the fact he had been able to communicate with his lost brothers again. Now she understood what he had been talking about. 

Simeon generally gets along with the other angels too. What would they all say if they found out I prefer the company of the Fallen to them? Everything is just more natural with them. It’s almost like I already know who they are, as strange as that sounds. Especially Satan, though I’ve felt connected to him since I got his letter. Speaking of which, who was it that he mentioned? Lil… Lilly? Lillah? Lillian? Hmmm… I can’t remember. I do know I’ve never heard that name before. Whoever it was seemed to have a great impact on all of the brothers. It can’t be someone they Fell with. I’ve read all the literature about the Fall and I don’t recognize the name. Though there’s a lot about the Fall the Celestial Realm doesn’t talk about. But... Simeon’s also never mentioned anyone with that name before… Maybe it’s time for me to do some more research.

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Mc stretched, and checked the time on her DDD. She had been in Diavolo’s personal library for over three hours, and she still hadn’t found any mention of the mysterious “L” person. She found plenty of references to Lucifer though. It seemed he and his brothers had been instrumental in helping Diavolo establish order when the old King had started his slumber. What caused this slumber, why it happened, or if it would end was not covered. Mc wanted to research the topic further, but she couldn’t get distracted until she had answered her initial question.

There was a knock at the door, and Barbatos came in carrying a teacup on a saucer, “I thought you might be in here.”

“Oh, hello Barbatos.”

The butler entered the room, and set the tea down on the table Mc was studying at, “I thought you might like some tea.”

“I would actually, thank you. If you would like to, you can take a seat.”

“I suppose that’d be alright,” Barbatos smiled, and sat down in a chair. His eyes glided across the books strewn around Mc, “You’ve got some heavy reading here.”

“Well, I’m trying to figure something out,” Mc sighed, sipping her tea.

“Perhaps I can be of assistance?”

“Maybe, though I don’t remember what it is I’m looking for exactly,” Barbatos simply cocked his head slightly until she continued, “Satan was telling about… Well, a personal experience, and he mentioned someone. I don’t remember their name, but it was someone very close to all the brothers and they had passed away. I was just trying to figure out who it was.”

“You seem very interested in this person,” Barbatos’ tone wasn’t accusatory, but he seemed to expect and answer.

“... I guess I’m just trying to understand them better. Him better,” The last part slipped from Mc’s mouth easily, surprising even her.

“I think I may know who you’re talking about. If I’m correct, you won’t find any references to her in these books. It’s not my place to explain the situation to you however. You should probably go speak with the brothers about her…” the butler paused for a second before continuing, “I believe Michael also knows a lot about the situation, though he doesn’t know the full story,” with that, he got up and pushed his chair in, “I must continue with my duties, but I appreciate the short reprieve. Good night.”

“Night,” Mc called after him. Huh. Michael knows?

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Part Fifteen

 I wanted to let you all know that as it is January, ever since 2014 the first moth of the year has been terrible for me. So far, we are 3 days into 2021, and I have already gotten a near constant tooth ache meaning I’m going to have to go to the dentist, and have gotten sick. I don’t know what else this month has in store for me, but I just wanted to warn you all, if my updates get sporadic or short, that’s why 😬 

#OBEY ME #obey me! #obey me! swd #obey me satan #obey me satan/mc #obey me barbatos #obey me brothers #obey me! shall we date? #obey me mc #obey me long fic #obey me michael #obey me lilith #Finding You #my writing #aspenflower17

[wheres-everyone-going-bingo]

Heyhey! How about some Yancy x reader where reader has fangs and Yancy gets real flustered about them. Like if reader smirks and shows there teeth yancys just like could bite me with those? I'm just big monster fucker hours tbh. When will I find a vampire husband or become a vampire husband :/

Behind Unlocked Doors

Pairing: Yancy x Male Reader

Warnings: swearing

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Tapping my knuckles against the large wooden door, I smiled to myself, excited to see my boyfriend. The door was opened, to reveal a disheveled Damien on the other side, probably having answered the door after having to break up a fight between Bing and Google, again. I flashed him a smile.

“Y/N, it’s nice to see you use the door for once” He greeted me, stepping aside from the doorway to allow me to enter the building.

“Well I figured with the amount of complaints I get when I enter through a window or something, I thought I might as well try the door” I replied, recounting the amount of times I’ve startled an ego by suddenly walking into the room without telling anyone I had arrived.

“Yes, and we’re very grateful. I assume you’re here for Yancy?” He asked, I nodded, saying goodbye and heading towards Yancy’s room.

Turning the door handle after announcing myself, I entered Yancy’s room, the familiar sight of musical posters strung around the room made me smile.

“Y/N! It’s so good to see youse!” Yancy welcomed, running towards me, and jumping into my arms “I missed youse”

“I missed you too Yance” I chuckled, looking down at the man holding onto me like it was a life or death situation.

“I’s been workin on a new song, youse wanna hear its?” Yancy enquired, pulling away from my arms and making his way over to the desk in the room.

“Yeah sure Yancy, I’d love to” I smiled at him, flashing my fangs. Yancy stumbled over his words as he searched for the music sheet, all coherent thoughts thrown out of his mind.

“Ah he-heres it is” He returned to me with a few pieces of paper clutched in his fist. Yancy handed them to me “Youse gotta remember thats it’s only a draft”

“I know babe” I responded, eyes flicking over the words and notes. I smiled to myself, admiring the passion he had for music. Looking back up at him, I was met with a red faced Yancy, I presumed it was from the embarrassment of sharing his draft. “It’s great, no need to be embarrassed” I assured him, giving him a quick kiss.

“Oh it’s not the drafts that I’s worried about” Yancy admitted, sitting down on his bed. I tilted my head, wondering what was bothering him. “But thats don’t matters. Has youse done anything exciting recently?”

“I mean I got to see your gorgeous face again” I spoke, earning a giggle from Yancy

“Youse so grossly sweet, youse know that?”

“Aw c’mon, you know you love it”

“Youse not wrong theres” He replied, making me laugh “I’s would also love for youse to bite me with those pretty fangs of youse” Yancy mumbled under his breath, assuming I couldn’t hear him.

“If you say so love” I purred, Moving my face to be only a few inches from his

“Youse weren’t supposed to hears that”

“I’ve got good hearing babe, comes with the fangs” I grinned, hovering my lips over the skin of his neck. Feeling Yancy squirm under me, anticipating the pleasure of my teeth on his skin.

I pulled away from Yancy’s neck, instead pushing my lips against his. I nibbled on his bottom lip, drawing a few drops of blood. Yancy obediently opened his mouth, allowing my tongue entrance. Tongue fought against tongue, as I came out victorious. Separating my lips from his, I trailed kisses down to his neck. Finally giving into his desire and dragging my fangs against sensitive skin.

“Oh fuck, that feels so goods” Yancy whimpered, as I nibbled and bit down on his neck, loving the way that he instinctivley craned his neck to give me better access to his skin.

Yancy and I pulled off our shirts, our bodies pressed against each other, along with our lips. I was on top of him, while Yancy bucked his hips towards mine, already needy. I started to grind my crotch up against Yancy’s tight pants. My hands trailed down to his trousers, unzipping the fly.

“Hey Y/N I baked some cupcakes, do you want-” Yancy and I’s head turned to the door, a scared looking Wilford stood in the doorway. He blinked a few times at us, trying to process what he was seeing, I cursed at myself for forgetting to lock the door. “HOLY SHIT IM SO FUCKING SORRY!” Wilford shouted, covering his eyes with his hands, screaming as he tried to turn around and run out of the room only to run face first into the door frame.

“Wilford uncover your eyes and then run” Damien informed the screaming man, watching Wilford run down the hall. “I apologise” Damien spoke, reaching in a closing the door.

“I- what- why” Yancy fumbled, trying to form a sentence. My mouth was open, I was as flabbergasted as he was.

“Let’s just uh, pretend that never happened” I advised, Yancy nodding in agreement.

#markiplier #yancy #ego #egos #x male reader #male reader #a heist with markiplier #ahwm

[goldensunflowers98]

Aurelie | l.h. |

O N E

Nestled in the small corner of the wood just off Primrose Path and by a constant, babbling brook sat Aurelie Stone's cottage. With the drive lined with cobblestones, the walls covered in ivy, and just off the outskirts of her small village, it was quiet there with only the sounds of the tiny, woodland animals and nature callings being her friends.

She was content with that; the lack of human interaction. She only needed the quick chat with the bakers downtown when she waltzed inside to pick up her favorite bread flour for the week and that was it. She enjoyed being secluded, her only daily interchange being with her three year old cat, Clover, and her six month old kitten, Cotton. She wouldn't have moved into the quaint cottage when she turned twenty-three if she didn't.

She was used to being alone with her mother being dead and her father making sure he was so swamped with work that he didn't think about his wife's early death. When Aurelie was fourteen, her mother found a lump on her breast and after a trip to the doctor, she was diagnosed with breast cancer. It was a long and rough battle, lasting over two years, and the already introverted Aurelie sunk further into her shell the day when the heart monitor stopped its repetitive, slow beeps and the final breath escaped her beautiful mother's lungs.

She was "the loner" at school, nose always buried in a thick novel in the corner of the library. She sat in the back of class, never raised her hand to answer questions and her face would flush bright pink when she was called on, her blonde hair falling forward to curtain her overwhelmed, blushing face.

It got to a point where the teachers didn't even call on her anymore. The jocks, the cheerleaders, the nerds, the musical teens, and the punks and greasers would walk past her like she didn't exist and she wasn't the least bit upset about it. She actually enjoyed being invisible. She could be in the midst of an angsty teen, mental breakdown and no one would be the wiser.

The only person she really spoke to high school was the librarian, Mr. Hopper. He was an older gentleman with a warm, relaxing tone that reminded her of her grandfather and had a head full of snow white hair. He lived on a farm just off the village and adored dear Aurelie, the only student that would come in to visit the library when they didn't have a school assignment making them do so. So, when she graduated college and didn't want to stay home with an absent father, she jumped at the chance when Mr. Hopper told her about the small cottage at the end of his land.

With being so quiet and secluded, rumors were ought to start pouring from the bored, young adults mouths. She laughed at the one where people thought she was a thousand year old witch who lived off the blood of children to stay young and she found the rumor that she killed her own mother to be despicable.

She never let them bother her though and she took a job at the local veterinary clinic as the secretary. She didn't need to speak much as just handed a clipboard with paperwork for patient's owners and the animals didn't mind her silence as long as they got belly rubs and ear scratches in the meantime.

She was happy with her quiet life, lonely at times, but she never was able to give into the urge to go out. So, in her spare time, she baked pies from the fruit trees and shrubs around her little home, gardened and pruned her flowers, or read a good novel with a cup of piping hot earl grey tea - with just a hint cream and sugar - in her hands.

She also enjoyed taking long strolls along the towering garden walls that were littered with pink, climbing roses and she had to stand on her tiptoes to see over them and get a glance at the Hopper's farmhouse way across the fields. The way the sun glinted off the old window panes giving a golden haze and how the bright red shutters contrasted the white washed picket fence was breathtaking. Her small cottage could never compare to the dreamy farmhouse across the way.

Now, she stood at her small stove, two fresh eggs straight from Mr. Hopper's chicken coop cooked slowly in the pan in front of her. Two slices of bacon sizzled in another skillet next to it while a piece of bread toasted nearby.

She wipes her hand on her white apron as her baby blue skirt brushes across her ankles as she moves. Her golden blonde tresses are halfway pulled back in a lazy braid with the rest laying limp against her shoulders and her silky, white blouse feels soft against her skin.

Hearing the toast spring out from its fiery confines, she hums as she picks it out with the tips of her fingers and smoothes butter over the top of it. With a tiny, disgruntled noise in the back of her throat, she makes a mental note that this was the last of her bread and she needed to make her weekly trip to the village bakery for her favorite bread flour.

Finishing up her cooking, she is quick to scarf it all down, her stomach now full and content. With a quiet slurp, she finishes her morning tea and lets out a long sigh as she places the cup against the wooden countertop.

Her fingers drum against the wood and with a annoyed sigh, she blows a tendril of hair away from her face. It was her day off and she didn't wish to spend it with other humans in the village, but she did need to eat to live.

Feeling something soft circle her ankles, she looks down to see her two cats brushing against her lovingly as if to say, 'good morning, favorite human.'

She is about to lean over and pet their soft fur when she suddenly hears a ruckus outside and a melodic whistling outside her window. "What on earth?" she starts to say, heading straight for kitchen screen door. Peering through it, her eyes widen as she spots a boy -well, man- with golden curls on his head, a white cotton shirt, brown trousers, and brown suspenders completing his look. He's tall and lanky, his skin a bit sunburnt, and blonde, coarse hair covers his cheeks and chin, making his baby face look at bit older.

He is beautiful, a bit too beautiful to be real, but why is he in her yard and why is he carrying an axe, Aurelie wonders. He looks up when she swings the screen door open with a loud creak and she nearly stumbles when he gives her a glistening white, beaming smile so bright the sun was nearly put to shame.

"Hello," he gleams with respectful nod of his head, resting his weight on the axe. "Mr. Hooper said you liked a fire in the fireplace most nights and that you were running low on wood, so I took it upon myself to make sure you had some. Ladies like you don't need to be cold, especially with the chill coming next fortnight."

"Oh," her gaze turns towards the growing pile of wood next to her house before turning back to him. "Thank... Um, thank you... I'm sorry," she babbles, shaking her head and tucking her hair behind her ear nervously. "Who are you exactly?" She winces as she knows she sounds quite rude but there was a gorgeous man in her front yard with a sharp axe and she needed some answers.

"Oh, right!" He lets out an adorable laugh as he steps forward and reaches his hand out. "Lukas Hemmings at your service." She pauses for a moment, rubbing her sweaty, nervous palm against her skirt before she gingerly reaches out and his large palm overtakes her own. "But, most people just call me Luke." She barely is aware of him speaking as she oddly enjoys the feel of his callused fingers against her own.

It's a long moment before she snaps out of it, snatching her hand back quickly as she realizes she was shaking his hand way longer than necessary, but by the smile on his lips, he either didn't notice or was too sweet to say anything.

"You know," she looks up at him under her lashes as he begins to speak, amused. "When people tell you their name, it's polite to introduce yourself as well"

Her face blanches as he grins boyishly down at her and she bunches up her skirt with her fists. Idiot, she inwardly curses herself. "Aurelie," she chokes out. "Aurelie Stone."

"Well, it is a pleasure to finally meet you, Miss. Stone," he says as her eyebrows furrow in confusion. 

"What do you mean finally meet me?" She says puzzled, her toes curling against the soft grass under her bare feet.

"Mr. Hopper speaks of you fondly from time to time. He told me you lived at the cottage, but being his farm hand is a lot of work and time, so I've never been able to introduce myself... I wish I would have come sooner though because you are certainly breathtaking, Miss. Stone."

Her mouth drops in a perfect 'o', everything now making sense before she processes his last sentence, her face flushing instantly. "Oh! Well... I'm sorry for disturbing your work," she stumbles backwards and he watches with an amused smirk as she nearly tumbles over her own feet. "Um, thank you for the wood. Okay, alright, I'm leaving now. Bye."

She nearly falls as she scrambles into her home, slamming the door behind her. She breathes heavily, overwhelmed with her encounter with the beautiful man, and leans over to take one last look at him through the window. He is laughing to himself amused, shaking his head, before he wipes his sweaty brow and walking back over to the pile of wood.

She only watches his back muscles and biceps bulge for a mere second as he swings the axe before she pulls back the curtain, eyes wide. "No man should be that pretty. It's a sin," she mutters to herself as her two cats make their way back over to her.

Finding this human interaction to be enough for her today, she decided to go to the bakery tomorrow before work and hides in her house for the rest of the morning. When she hears no more noise from the Greek god outside and the beaming afternoon sun finally sets a bit, she pries open her front door, breathing in the cooler, fresh, afternoon air.

With an impish, excited smile, she shuts the door behind her and bunches up her skirt a bit before taking off. She loves the wind breezing through her hair as she runs, her bare feet in the soft, spring grass, and the sweet smell of honeysuckle fills her senses.

She follows the babbling creek, her feet hopping from stone to mossy stone, before she finally reaches her destination. If you follow the brook long enough, you'll find the hidden treasure at the end, a brilliant, glistening, blue lake where geese and swans graze the surface elegantly and fish fly out of the water as if to show off.

Her feet hit the wooden pier with a loud slap and she twirls a bit as she runs down it.

Standing at the edge, she closes her eyes and inhales deeply, loving the way the sun felt on her skin. She loved this lake, her perfect hideaway. No one else really knew about it or didn't bother to show up and she could be finally be alon-

"Miss. Stone, what are you doing out here?"

Her eyes pop open with a startled squeal and she loses her balance. She tries to catch herself, arms flailing, but the last thing she sees before she plunges into the cool water is a worried Luke Hemmings rushing towards her.

So much for being alone.

#luke hemmings #luke hemmings imagines #luke.txt #5sos #5sos angst #five seconds of summer #harry #michael clifford #ashton irwin #calum hood #fanfic #original writing #original work #my writing #writing #luke hemmings angst #imagines #mate imagines

[artificialqueens]

Lemon's Misadventures in Dating, Chapter 7  (Lemon x Life) - Mermelada

A/N: And she’s back, back, back again! I hope you all enjoy this one! Friendly reminder to drink in moderation and socially distance <3 tw for drugs and alcohol in this one, as always, I love all the feedback I’ve been getting! Thank you all, big kisses!

Saturday rolled around quicker than Lemon had expected, and she had a dilemma: Jan had a fancy dinner with her boyfriend’s parents; Jackie was still studying in New York; and Brooke Lynn was performing in Giselle every night for the next ten days. But she was so keen to go to Scarlett’s party - and not be stood alone like an awkward, well, lemon - that she had done something that was probably very, very silly. 

“So let me get this straight, you want me, a girl you hooked up with once on Tinder, to come with you to a party you were invited to by another girl from Tinder, and help you get laid?”

When she put it like that, it did actually seem very weird. “Well, not necessarily the last part, but yeah, it’s just a party, right? It’ll be fun!”

Kyne sipped her fruity cocktail, brow furrowed, not letting Lemon see any of her current thought process. The blonde’s eyes darted around the bar, smoothing her yellow skater dress along her thighs, as she thought of Plan E should the brunette say no. But on the plus side, she contemplated, trying to convince herself that her plan wasn’t completely doomed to failure, she did agree to come and meet me at short notice. And we’ve been chatting pretty regularly, so we can totally be friends, right? Her inner monologue was cut short when Kyne finally spoke up. 

“And there’ll be booze and lesbians, you say?”

“Yes, Kyne, I can guarantee you will be surrounded by booze and lesbians.”

The click of her high heels echoed through the bar as she jumped off her stool, grabbing her coat. “Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s go!”

***

Walking arm in arm as they navigated an unknown neighbourhood, the pair were able to laugh and chat like regular friends. Clearly having learned from her previous missteps, Kyne even appeared to be taking an interest in Lemon, asking about her life - she was even excited to find out about Lemon’s new job.

“Okay, okay, one thing I have actually been dying to know… is Lemon REALLY your name?? Like do your parents love fruit or something?”

Lemon turned and deadpanned her answer. “Yeah, I have a brother called Lime.”

She could see the cogs turning inside Kyne’s brain as her mouth rounded in a confused “oh”, but she could only keep her serious façade in place for a few seconds before she snorted into an easy grin.

“You bitch! You really had me thinking you were part of some fruit cult! So what’s your real name then?”

“Do you promise not to laugh?” pouted Lemon, shifting her eyes to the girl beside her.

“I promise nothing, but I’ll try my best.”

“Luisa.”

“That’s really pretty! Why would I laugh at that? But even bigger question now, where the fuck did Lemon come from?!” Kyne all but screamed as they turned the corner onto Scarlett’s street, the pair looking at every door to find the correct apartment block. Their plastic bag of recently-purchased alcohol and snacks (and a red velvet cupcake for Scarlett, it was her birthday, after all) swayed between them as they zig-zagged down the pavement, trying not to trip over the uneven surface in their heels. Lemon was so focussed on finding number 143 that she almost forgot to answer, until she felt Kyne’s elbow on her bicep.

“Oh, I don’t even know, I guess I loved yellow as a kid? Plus I’ve always been sour as hell.”

Looking up, they caught a glimpse of a girl with light-blue hair hanging out of a window, smoking, who noticed Lemon and Kyne approach the front door immediately. She tilted her head to the side and shouted loudly, seemingly at nobody. “Sissy! Whores at the door for you!”

Looking between each other, both panicking that they’d made a huge mistake, the girls stood on the front step, trying to ignore the glare of the girl above them.

“I’m scared, she’s mean,” mouthed Kyne, causing Lemon to reach out and hold the younger girl’s hand, also as an attempt to calm her own racing pulse. Before they could do anything else, the intercom crackled and buzzed, the door shifting slightly as it unlocked. Biting her lip, Lemon led the brunette inside, never letting go of her hand. The smell of weed radiated around the stairwell, the dull thud of a dancey bassline penetrating the concrete walls. Slowly, they climbed the stairs up to the third floor.

“Do you smoke?” Lemon asked, dying to break the silence and put the younger girl - but mainly herself - at ease.

“Sometimes”, she hesitated, tucking a strand of her wavy chestnut-coloured hair behind her ear. “You?”

“Sometimes.”

They eventually reached the source of the music, where a girl Lemon recognised as Scarlett stood at the open door, already clearly hammered.

“Oh my god, you must be Lemon!!!” she screamed, immediately engulfing her into a tight hug. She was a good couple of inches shorter than Lemon, but she was very, very strong. Scarlett smelled of a combination of weed and flowery perfume, and Lemon couldn’t help but notice how her tattooed biceps flexed as she gripped her. “You are even more beautiful in person, oh fuck, sorry, thank you so much for coming!” Finally letting go, she placed her hands on Kyne’s shoulders, staring deeply into her eyes like she was reading a sign. “Is this your friend? She’s gorgeous too, it’s not fucking fair!”

As if a switch had been flipped, Kyne was suddenly oozing fearless confidence, her demeanor reminiscent of the first time Lemon had met her. “Hi, yes, I’m Kyne, and I fucked her first.”

Lemon’s jaw hit the floor as Kyne smirked, before being enveloped in Scarlett’s arms. The birthday girl laughed like it was the funniest thing she had ever heard, her hands wrapped tightly around the Filipina’s waist. “Oh my god! You are so funny, I love you! Welcome, welcome!” Taking a step to the side, Lemon produced the cupcake in its paper container from their shopping bag. 

“Happy Birthday, girl!”

Scarlett’s eyes suddenly became glassy, and she put an arm around each of the other girls as her bottom lip trembled. “Ladies… this is the nicest thing anyone has done for me today, you are both angels!” Lemon tried to hold the small cake aloft to avoid squashing it any more, meanwhile Kyne appeared to be biting her lip in a vain attempt to not laugh. Scarlett, however, showed no signs of stopping her emotional tirade. “My own girlfriend didn’t get me a cake! I mean she baked some edibles for tonight, but it’s just not the same, y’know? This really means something, so thank you so much.”

A cough at the door interrupted the moment, and from the corner of her eye, Lemon saw the blue-haired girl from the window earlier, quickly realising that she recognised her from her heart tattoo under her eye. Ilona.

“Sorry to interrupt, babies, but we should take this inside. Scar, our neighbours don’t need to hear this again.” She spoke curtly, and despite the smile plastered on her face, it was obvious to everyone how she was really feeling. She was mad.

As Lemon and Kyne detangled themselves, edging towards the entrance, Scarlett spoke up again, sounding much less merry than before.

“Oh I’m sorry, sissy! Fuck my feelings, eh? Come on, ladies, let’s go party!” And with that, the remaining three girls could only watch the short blonde hair of the birthday girl bounce through the front door, leaving them in an awkward stalemate. Luckily, Kyne spoke up first, addressing the burning question that Lemon wasn’t brave enough to mention.

“So are you two, like, a thing?”

Ilona’s face had completely changed, her vulnerability now evident through her knitted eyebrows. She sighed heavily, ushering the others inside. “Yep, one wonderful year of this,” she muttered as she gesticulated wildly into the air, closing the door behind her and all but stomping down the dimly lit hallway. “Leave your shoes and jackets here, smoke out the window, and don’t have sex on my bed.” 

This was definitely a bonding moment for Lemon and Kyne, the two giggling quietly at each other as they slid off their shoes, leaving them in the messy pile which had been erected by the door. Lemon felt Kyne’s warm hand brush against hers, so she took the hint and interlaced their fingers again. They smirked at each other, knowing that tonight would be interesting, no matter what happened. As they heard Scarlett’s strained voice shouting at her girlfriend from the room at the end of the hall, they padded along the wooden flooring, ready to see where the night took them.

***

“Hey! Kyne! Watch this!”

With slightly dilated brown eyes and a vacant smile focussing on her, Lemon slid her legs along the carpet, straight into the splits. She posed, grinning, with a ‘ta-da!’

“Wooooo! Go Lemon!! She’s a dance teacher, people!” screeched Kyne over the music, running over to Lemon with a bottle of Fireball. Both girls took a generous swig, laughing as the brunette took the blonde by the hands and attempted to drag her across the floor, legs still splayed. The party, so far, had indeed been interesting. Scarlett had disappeared shortly after they had arrived, so Ilona had joined them on the couch with a bottle of expensive-looking vodka and a plate of pot brownies. Lemon and Kyne had half-heartedly listened as she cried about nothing they knew anything about; then Kyne had cried about how she had started to develop feelings for her roommate, but how she was too scared to ever say anything; which left Lemon sat in the middle with her arms around them both, stroking their hair, waiting for their temporary downer to end. As quickly as it had started, they had both perked up again, and pulled Lemon onto the makeshift dancefloor, the alcohol in her system making her brave enough to pull out all her tricks. The blonde couldn’t help but notice that the unlikely pair were getting on rather well, Ilona’s hand never far away from any exposed part of Kyne. As she stood upright again, shaking off the strain in her groin muscles, she stood and hazily watched as both girls slid into the hallway, taking the bottle of orange alcohol with them. As Lemon pondered her next move, a voice from above knocked her out of her daze, with strong arms guiding her toward the kitchen. For the second time that night, Lemon couldn’t help but feel she recognised the dark-skinned woman. She wore her hair in two long boxer braids which swung down her back, her plum lips turned up in a smile.

“Come play with me, we’re doing gin pong!”

Lemon let the woman’s velvet voice encompass her, when her brain finally connected the dots.

“Tynomi?!”

The woman in the denim playsuit looked startled as she looked Lemon up and down, before having her own moment of realisation. “Ah, lesbian Tinder? Nice to meet you…?”

“Lemon! I’m Lemon!”

“Lemon, it’s a pleasure! I’m afraid I haven’t found you yet, otherwise I’d know you better by now.” She winked as she sashayed through the beaded curtain which separated the kitchen from the living room, Lemon following her like a puppy would its mother. She readily took the plastic cup Tynomi offered her, filling it with a potent-looking mixture of rum and ginger beer. “I don’t spend as much time in Toronto as I’d like, sadly, which means so many lovely ladies fly under my radar.”

Trying to hide her wince as she sipped the strong drink, she leaned towards Tynomi, who was busy preparing a drink for herself with at least six different types of alcohol in it. “That’s a shame, do you live out of town?”

“No, no, I live two blocks away actually! But I’m a flight attendant, so it’s hard to keep something serious going, you know?” She raised her glass to toast with Lemon, both women holding eye contact as they sipped. Before Lemon had the chance to ask any of the hundreds of questions running through her mind, Tynomi had already turned to the long table with cups set up at both ends, grabbing hold of a ping-pong ball. “Anyway, shall I start?”

***

Lemon had lost all concept of time and space by the time Scarlett reappeared, her pixie cut looking ruffled as if she’d just rolled out of bed - which, to be fair, she probably had - jumping around the kitchen excitedly, attempting to drum up support for going to a club. Looking around the packed room, there was no sign anywhere of Kyne or Ilona, and after three attempts she managed to unlock her phone to see if the younger girl had messaged. Thankfully, she had.

[22:04] Leeeeeedmon im ginna sleeo here tonight with alina hopw u get bsck ssfe txtx me luv u bye xxzzxxxxxxzx

Despite not fully understanding what she was attempting to read, she decided that Kyne was fine. Why not go out with Scarlett? She found the blonde back in the kitchen, chatting to Tynomi, when she wrapped her arms around them both. “Let’s go out out! You’re both, like, so cool, I wanna dance!” And in a blur, Lemon found herself being whisked into the back seat a taxi between the other two girls, singing along to Alanis Morisette at the top of her lungs.

How the bouncers at the front door decided they were fit enough to be let in, Lemon will never know. But here she was, jostling through the crowds, ready to order some more drinks with money she didn’t necessarily have, but she didn’t care right now. Tynomi and Scarlett had decided to stay outside for a cigarette break, but she had assured them that she was absolutely fine. Completely fine. She heard a sudden thud, and as she bent down to search for her dropped phone on the dark floor, a familiar voice stopped her in her tracks.

“Lemon?”

“OH MY GOD! RITA!!!!!!!” Grabbing the slippery device and clumsily skipping towards the area where Rita was standing with another woman - whose giant boobs were the only things Lemon could actually focus on - she threw herself head first into the Québécoise, not noticing the death stare she was receiving from the ashy blonde beside her.

“Who are you here with, mon chou? Are you okay?”

“We were at a party! I’m not sure where they’ve all gone, but oh my god, I can’t believe you’re here! I’m so drunk! Let’s go dance!”

Rita and her companion exchanged a worried glance, and both helped Lemon balance as she wobbled between them. “Lemon, this is my friend from work, Jimbo. Jimbo, this is my friend, Lemon.”

Despite the alcohol coursing through her system, Lemon still picked up on the way Rita’s mouth ever so slightly twisted into a smile as she looked over at her friend, or the way she maintained wide eye contact with her afterwards, wordlessly begging the drunk girl not to embarrass her or do anything stupid. She put everything together and realised that this was the woman Rita liked. But as she twisted in her seat to shake the other doctor’s hand, she was once again interrupted by a voice from behind her.

“Rita? Is that you?”

Tynomi approached the group, somehow still walking like a runway model, with her arms open wide. Rita immediately found herself enveloped in Tynomi’s embrace, the dark-skinned woman planting kisses on both of her cheeks. She held tightly onto Rita’s upper arms, looking each other deeply in the eye, leaving Lemon and Jimbo to feel like they were spying on an intimate moment. “Rita, you look amazing! How are you doing?”

“Oh, you know, the same really! How are you? It’s great to see you again!”

The tension hung thickly in the air as Rita and Tynomi chatted, not even Scarlett’s alcohol-fuelled attempts at speaking French could dissipate it. And as Lemon squinted her eyes to the tall girl beside her, a stiff arm around her waist still holding her upright, she noticed the angry scowl now painted on her face while she watched the others. Lemon may be completely and utterly wasted, but she knew that look well - she wasn’t lying when she said she was always bitter - and felt obliged to do something. After all, Rita had just helped her get a job.

“Jimbo, wanna come smoke outside with me?”

The blonde glared at her for a second, before letting go and walking straight towards the door, leaving Lemon to trot after her. She found her again standing against the front wall of the building, arms folded, lips still pouted like a child who didn’t get their way. 

“You like her, don’t you?”

Jimbo slid her back down the wall until she was crouching, allowing Lemon to sit beside her, no doubt getting her yellow dress covered in dirt and who knows what else. Jimbo groaned as she threw her head into her hands. “I can’t help it. It’s Rita, you know, she’s wonderful. But she goes for people like you and those girls inside, not some ugly, big-titted whore like me. I’m such an idiot, bad Jimbo!”

All too familiar with this narrative and in no mood to let the party mood be dampened, Lemon grabbed both of Jimbo’s hands, rubbing them softly with her thumbs, but it wasn’t enough to stop the tears falling from the other woman’s eyes. “Hey, no you’re not! You’re amazing! Rita definitely likes you too!”

But unfortunately, that only made her cry even more. “You don’t even know me! Why are you being nice to me? Who even are you?” Lemon continued holding her hands, shuffling closer so they could share body heat in the cool autumn air. Normally, when she was sober, she was pretty terrible at dealing with emotional people, but now she was feeling like a qualified therapist. How could it possibly go wrong?

“Look,” she began, moving her arm to around Jimbo’s shoulders, the other blonde leaning into the touch as she sobbed into Lemon’s chest. “I don’t know Rita as well as you obviously do, but I do know a lot of deep shit about her, right?” Stroking the long, blonde hair in front of her, she thought of how to best articulate her plan. “By the way, do you speak French?”

“I mean, enough to understand when she talks to herself in the office when she thinks no one else is there? Oh fuck that sounds so creepy, she hates me!” Jimbo was shaking with tears now, leaving black mascara marks on the front of Lemon’s dress. But that was a problem for future Lemon.

“Well, she turned me down a few days ago. Apparently I’m not her type. She said she liked someone else, from work, who speaks French with her, who makes her tea and compliments her lipstick, and makes her laugh every day with her silly impressions. Does that sound like anyone you know?” Lemon stopped touching Jimbo’s hair, allowing the voluptuous woman to look up at her, still crying hysterically. For a moment, Lemon almost panicked that she had horribly misread the situation and was speaking to the wrong person entirely.

“I… make…. her… tea…” she managed to stutter through jumpy breaths. Now it was her turn to grab hold of Lemon, squashing her head into her large breasts, Lemon making a mental note to ask later if they were real or not. “She… she always wears amazing lipstick, and I always tell her so,” she hiccuped, wiping her tears on the top of Lemon’s head. “She always laughs when I do my Joan Rivers…” Sitting up, she looked at Lemon in shock, finally appearing to have stopped crying. “Does Rita like me?! You’re lying!”

Lemon repositioned herself again, sliding her legs out in front of her, back to sitting beside Jimbo on the ground. “I’m dead serious, that’s what she told me!” She couldn’t get another word in before she was once again being dragged into a vice-like hug by the older woman.

“Oh my god, I am so fucking glad that work drinks got so messy tonight! Oh my god, what do I do now? Help me, yellow lady!!” Lemon managed to pry herself away, taking a deep breath to make up for all the breathing she’d missed out on.

“What do you mean, you dummy, just tell her!”

“I can’t just tell her! When has that ever worked?!”

“I told one of my friends once and we ended up dating for three years, so I…” Lemon’s words caught at the back of her throat, why did she have to say that? Of all the stupid things her drunk brain could think of, of course it had to be Juice. There was no point in fighting it, she just had to get her emotions out, even if she was a very ugly crier. “I… I loved her so much, Jimbo, why did it have to end?” Her trembling lower lip soon transformed into a loud sob, leaving Jimbo to hold her tight again and clumsily run her hand along her arm.

“Don’t cry, darling, she sounds like a total fucking bitch. Forget about her!”

“She wasn’t though! Why did I break up with her? Oh god, what have I done?” 

“No no no no no, don’t cry, you’re gonna make me cry again!”

And so the pair stayed sitting on the dirty concrete at the front of the bar, holding each other and crying for what could have been hours, not noticing any effects of the cold air or damp pavement against their bare arms and legs. They didn’t speak another full sentence to each other, communicating only through grunts and high-pitched wails, much to the amusement and confusion of the other customers milling around outside. Eventually, they felt the presence of somebody else squatting in front of them, the liquorice scent of Rita’s perfume and the grounding feeling of a hand on each of their knees bringing them back into the real world.

“Ohhhh là là, I am not nearly drunk enough for this. Let’s go back inside, ladies, Aunty Scarlett has just bought 100 Jägerbombs and we only have an hour to finish them all.”

#rpdr fanfiction #drcan #mermelada #lemon #kyne #scarlett bobo #ilona verley #tynomi banks #rita baga #jimbo #lmid #tw drugs and alcohol #submission #can1

[nasabeckx]

Traditions

Chris Beck x reader

Word Count: 1950

Warnings: none!

A/N: This was requested by afraidofyourownminddreid and I feel like she could really use some fluff right now. Also has been anxiously waited on by beefy-james-barnes.

MASTERLIST

 "BABY ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAAAAASSSSS IS YOOOUUUUUU," you -sang- screamed. You were currently dancing around your kitchen making gingerbread cookies for you and your boyfriend.

 Yours and Chris' annual traditions of four years were currently being carried out. You started the day by waking up at too-late in the day, but it's excused as it's Christmas Eve. You then put on some layers and got some blankets to go out on your patio to drink hot chocolate and watch the snowfall as if it were early morning and you were watching the sunrise. By then, it was already 3 o'clock in the afternoon and after all these years of doing this, you both manage to forget to eat, sleeping past breakfast, filling up on cocoa, and being too engrossed in each others presence to bother thinking about anything else.

 Conveniently, you had leftover gingerbread cookie dough from making them for your company Christmas party, so, as you two tend to forget how to be adults around the holidays, you decide to make that your lunch/dinner. You proceeded to turn on a festive music Pandora station and dance more than bake cookies, leading to a mini food fight and you accidentally getting flour in his hair. Being Christopher Beck, he didn't have the heart to get revenge on you, so he gave you a quick kiss on the cheek and a giggle and ran upstairs to get a shower.

 As you know the rest of the night would consist of you opening one of the other's gifts and watching shitty Hallmark movies till you both pass out in bed from a sugar coma, you went ahead and turned on the TV and put on 'A Christmas Prince'. You laughed to yourself at the cheesy title as you put the hot baking sheet on the stove top.

 "Whatcha' laughin' at?" you looked over and saw the flight-surgeon leaning against the counter in the Christmas sweater you got him last year. It had Darth Vader wearing a Santa hat on with letters around it, spelling out 'Merry Sithmas'.

 "I was laughing at the title of the movie that's on, but now I'm laughing at you," you answered with a huge grin on your face. You grabbed the spatula and started putting the hot cookies on the cooling rack.

 "You do remember that you're the one that got it for me, right?" he laughed while reaching for a cookie, and you know exactly what's gonna happen.

 "Baby, the pan is still-,"

 "OW!" he shouted, quickly pulling his hand back and dropping the cookie on the floor. He grabbed it with his other to analyze it, and while you were trying your hardest to ask him if he was alright, it sure was difficult when you couldn't breathe.

 "Oh my g- are you- are you okay?" you gasped, genuinely wanting him to be okay, and trying your hardest to not laugh because you felt so bad, but at this point, it was deemed impossible.

 "Yeah, I think I'm fine," he grinned a little bit at your reaction, never being able to resist your laugh and the fact that he was the reason for it, nevermind the fact that it caused him pain. "Hey, yeah can you be a little less sympathetic? I can't help but feel like you're hounding me." He questioned sarcastically.

 "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just-I saw it coming and I tried to warn you!" you defended, "but seriously, are you okay?" you asked, being more serious than you were before, but still not able to wipe the smile off your face.

 After Chris using his medical superpowers to decide that the burn wasn't that big of a deal and treating it with a little aloe vera, you started getting ready for the rest of your evening. You seated the cookies down on the table while Chris gathered pretty much every blanket you owned, and laid them out on the couch.

 Finally, you were ready for the best tradition. You walked over to the brightly lit tree and knelt down to grab the gift you'd planned to give to your overenthusiastic boyfriend. He was practically pushing you over so he could grab his gift for you from under the tree.

 You sat down on the couch, but you pulled your legs up to cross them over each other and turned sideways so you were facing the opposing side of the couch. Chris followed and sat down in front of you, leaving one leg to dangle over the side of the couch while he pulled the other up on the couch. It was then that you noticed that the box he pulled out was unusually large and in comparison, the one you held in your hand was quite small.

 "Alright, open mine first!" you blurt, you were really excited for him to open the gift you'd spent more money on than you were willing to admit.

 When Chris finally ripped the bow off and tore open the paper, his face lit up when he saw the familiar Star Wars logo, and then held up the box closer to his face to get a better look. When he processed what the object in the box was, he brought his face back up to meet yours.

 "Babe, seriously," you could see the astonishment on his face, "this is amazing, I can't believe you actually managed to get this."

 It was a Star Wars inspired watch he'd had his eyes on for a while. He never explicitly said that he'd wanted it, but you knew from the way he looked at it in the gift shop you went in when you went to Disney World last summer. You managed to go back and buy it while he was distracted trying on all of the hats with Mickey ears incorporated into them.

 "You really like it? I was worried that I-"

 "Baby, I promise you, I love it," his face was beaming, and there was excitement in his eyes. He leaned forward and gave you a kiss before leaning down and grabbing the enormous box covered with snowman wrapping paper and setting it on the couch. He shoved the box towards you and made motioning eyes towards it.

 You laughed at your boyfriend's eagerness and pulled the box closer to yourself. You picked up the box, expecting for it to be heavy due to its size, but you soon found out that it was relatively light. This caused a confused expression to fall on your face, but you kept going and looked around the perimeter to find where the paper was sealed with tape to rip it off. When you peeled the paper off, a regular brown box was revealed under it. You opened the box to find that there was another gift-wrapped box hidden inside.

 You immediately understood what was happening and looked up Chris to give a look. You know. The "look".

 He looked to be scared for about a second and a half, but pulled back to give you smile as if to say "trust me".

 "Chris, you fucker," you mutter to yourself as you put your hand in the box to pull out the slightly smaller box. He giggled but continued to stare you down, watching your every move.

 You unwrapped the second box and opened it to reveal, again, a slightly smaller box. You glared at Chris, and he just smiled. Yeah, you were gonna be here a while.

 Now, here you were, 10 minutes later, and you'd opened a grand total of 9 boxes. The carpet surrounding the couch at this point was barely detectable, the wrapping paper had consumed it so. You were sure he'd used a whole roll of wrapping paper to do this, and halfway through you'd figured out that this is where all of it might've gone when it went missing when you were wrapping your mom's present.

 You were down to the last box and completely anxious to see what it was. They could probably feel Chris' anxiousness from the International Space Station as you peeled off the paper.

 Under it, you found a black velvet jewelry box, and you were already getting the hint as to what it was. You looked up at Chris for some kind of confirmation that this was actually happening, and you got it when you saw the biggest smile you'd ever seen resting on his face.

 He gently reached over and grabbed the box from you, stood up, and took a step closer to where you were. He got down on his knees in front of you, so he was now a little less than eye-level with you.

 "(Y/N) (Y/L/N), I have loved you ever since the moment I laid eyes on you," you rolled your eyes at his cheesiness, but smiled as he went on. "I always knew that I loved you, but I didn't realize how much I loved you until I left for those many months last year for work. It was then that I realized that I never want to have to live a life without you in it, and I wanna make sure that I cherish every moment we have together until I leave again, and I figured," he chuckled, "that I should make sure we were both on the same page before I carried this promise to myself out," It wasn't until then that he opened the box, exhibiting a gorgeous ring. It was simple, just like you had wanted, but still beautiful.

 "So," he grabbed your hand, "(Y/N/N), sweetie, love of my life," you could only imagine how hard his muscles must be working for a smile that big to appear on his face, "will you do me the incredible honor to be my wife?"

 You were just now realizing the tears streaming down your face, but you paid them no mind as you wiped them away, wrapping your hands around the back of Chris' neck to pull him to you and gave him the most passionate kiss you'd ever shared. It was almost as if time stood still. Chris' right hand still held the box but both hands rested on your thighs, you hands tying themselves in his brown curls. You finally manage to pull yourself away from him.

 "Yes, yes, yes, a million times YES!" you smiled through your tears. Chris laughed as he pulled the ring out of the box and carefully slipped it onto the correct finger. He sat back up on the couch again next to you and put his hand on your face to wipe away the tears before giving you another peck.

 He stood up to pick up all of the wrapping paper on the floor and you ran into the kitchen to grab a trash bag and came back to help him out. After all the trash was thrown out, you both sat down on the couch, cuddled up under a fluffy fleece blanket to watch the corny Christmas movie. Chris put his arm around you and pulled you closer, almost into his lap.

 "I love you so much, you know that right?" he whispered in your ear.

 "Well, I sure do hope you do or this is a huge misunderstanding," you said, pulling your head back to give him a huge smile.

 He laughed and tugged you back into him, putting your head back on his chest.

 Yeah, this was definitely your favorite tradition.

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[misgivings]

Halloween candy, ranked

43. Peeps: Plumbing caulk. Leftover foam party residue. I don’t care if you made it look like a cute little ghostie. It’s still meringue with poor self-esteem.

42. Popcorn balls: At least hand out apples, Mom.

41. Weird off-brand chocolate wrapped in foil: If a candy sits in a bowl and no one eats it, is it still candy? At what point does it become an artifact?

40. Candy pumpkins: The candy equivalent of eating crown molding. This is for decoration.

39. Candy corn: Though it is similar to its pumpkin-shaped colleague, the saving grace of these most divisive Halloween candies is that you can stick them on your canine teeth and pretend to be a vampire with gingivitis. What would you call that flavor, anyway? Expired sugar? Dull resignation to the way things have always been? Be better to yourself.

38. Lollipops: Dum Dums are legit. Anything else takes too long and keeps you from eating other candy.

37. Bubblegum: See above. As a Koopa shell is in Mario Kart, so this is. It just gets in the way. Don’t get me started on Blow Pops.

36. Smarties: Some blackboard chalk magnate is cackling at the greatest scam ever pulled.

35. Swedish Fish: Like a fine malbec, one cannot appreciate Poseidon’s gummiest children until adulthood, and even then only if they have particular tastes. They’re not worth putting in a festive cauldron for all to enjoy.

34. Taffy: No one else is in on the joke, grandma.

33. Jellybeans: I want to shove candy in my mouth, not consult a chart just to figure out if I’m about to taste lemon or pee.

32. Jolly Ranchers: These are a prize for many children, enticed by a shard of glass that will turn their tongue blue. The discerning confection connoisseur knows they’re one-note and cloying.

31. Airheads: Only ranked higher than taffy because it doesn’t double as a low-cost dental filling. Softer, gentler, still inessential.

30. Nerds: These are heterosexual Pop Rocks.

29. 3 Musketeers: You get out of life what you put into it. If you put in only nougat, you become the elevator music of candies.

28. Milk Duds: I love a Milk Dud. I hate needing a Waterpik and a blowtorch to not look like Austin Powers when I’m done.

27. Pixy Stix: One one hand, I respect the simplicity of distilling the concept of candy to straight-up sugar granules. On the other hand, it’s like ordering coffee at Starbucks and just getting a cup of beans. Do a little work, man.

26. Hershey’s Kisses: This is a Christmas candy.

25. Hershey’s Bar: It’s like eating a dry baked potato. Sure, you can do it. But you don’t have to.

24. Sweet Tarts: Smarties are Olivia Newton-John at the beginning of “Grease.” Sweet Tarts are Olivia Newton-John in leather pants.

23. Sour Patch Kids: A year-round favorite of kids, and for good reason, but don’t you find all that sour sugar gauche?

22. Kit Kat: Humble and workmanlike, like a dad who works nights.

21. M&Ms (peanut): This will be an upset ranking, but I don’t care. These are not bad, but I’ve never eaten a bag of plain M&Ms and thought, “I wish this tasted like a free snack from a bar.”

20. Snickers: The prototypical candy bar. You’ve got your chocolate, your caramel, your nuts. Somehow, that chewy devil, nougat, snuck into this party. But all things considered, it’s earned its prestige.

19. Milky Way: There is a small chance I just don’t love peanuts in my candy.

18. Twix: The main problem with candy in general is that it’s not cookies. These sugary Frankenstein sticks found a crunchy, chewy gap in the market and filled it like capitalist heroes.

17. Almond Joy: A flood of tender, tropical sweetness mixed with crunchy, hearty almonds and enveloped in milk chocolate. My stance on nuts is becoming more inscrutable by the minute. I guess sometimes you do feel like a nut.

16. Pop Rocks: For the kind of Halloween that says, “I WANT CANDY TO PUNCH MY TONGUE REPEATEDLY BUT ALSO HISS INSIDE ME LIKE A MELTING SNAKE.”

15. Nestle Crunch: Look no further for evidence that texture is a major player in the confectionary Hunger Games. The defined ridges on the Crunch bar are fun to bite into; the crisped rice mixed in keeps the sensations coming with each chew.

14. Whoppers: They’re like little eggs filled with crunchy powder that taste like an ice cream treat. Weird, but good! They’ve been around in some form since the late 1930s, which is exactly the era in which you’d think someone would create something called a “malted milk ball.”

13. Lemonheads: This list has not been kind to harder candies, but Lemonheads (and to a lesser extent, their various fruit-flavored siblings) combine a sweet-and-sour lemon flavor that’s not too precious with a layered texture experience. Bonus: The creator named them after his newborn son because he thought the baby’s head looked like a lemon. Delicious and inspired by a casual insult to an infant!

12. Starburst: Picking up taffy’s slack since 1960.

11. Skittles: Just not the purple ones.

10. 100 Grand: This candy bar makes me feel like I have clear pores and a Roth IRA.

9. Tootsie Pops: See, lollipops? All you needed was a little punch of chocolate in the middle to transcend this world.

8. Dots: Soft, juicy and unique in their interpretation of a classic fruit palette. Don’t sleep on these gumdrops.

7. M&Ms (plain): Peanuts are a distraction. I meant it.

6. Reese’s Pieces: On the other hand … You’re going to start noticing a theme, and it’s that I will praise peanut butter like I’m a choosy mom who chooses bribes from the peanut butter lobby.

5. Twizzlers: Black licorice? A poisonous hose. Red Twizzlers? A delicious, edible soda straw.

4. Gummy worms: You could slot any gummy product here, because they’re all pretty legit, but the worms take the trophy home with their name engraved on it, due to the fact that they’re spooky.

3. Tootsie Rolls: It has recently come to my attention that many people dislike Tootsie Rolls. This happened when I expressed my love for it at work, and my colleagues shrieked like I’d told them our newspaper was pivoting to video. They are wrong, and I question their moral fiber. Tootsie Rolls are chewy, they have a mellow cocoa taste and they’re really hard to melt. Also, this fact, per the Tootsie Roll website, is bonkers and worthy of respect on the creepiest holiday: Inventor Leo Hirshfield’s “recipe required the incorporation of the previous day’s Tootsie Rolls into each newly cooked confection, a graining process that Tootsie continues to this day. As such, there’s (theoretically) a bit of Leo’s very first Tootsie Roll in every one of the sixty four million Tootsie Rolls that Tootsie produces each day.”

2. Butterfinger: Just enough of a peanut butter flavor to be warm and familiar, but just different enough to be its own thing. Perhaps the most gorgeous of the candies on this list — more treats should look like geologic formations when you bite into them. Crispety, crunchety orange shale forever.

1. Reese’s Cups: King candy. The reigning champion of decadence. You know you’re in charge when your name becomes synonymous with your flavor combination. When I worked at Amy’s Ice Creams, we were told the peanut butter cups were one of the most expensive crush’ns. Royalty knows its worth. Now, figure out a way to get more peanut butter in that cup.

(source)

#im fucking screaming #halloween #candy

[carafinn]

won’t be soon before long

victuuri fairytale AU inspired by a tumblr post, ft. georgi who cannot get a break

It’s a beautiful summer morning, and Georgi’s seated on a large frond in the middle of the magical swamp in his backyard, trying his best to brood dramatically about his beloved Anya despite being silhouetted against a lovely magical forest full of cheerful woodlands creatures rather than the preferred bitterly cold wintery day or a cliff overlooking a tragically fleeting sunset.

“Help!” comes a man’s cry.

Georgi sighs. Dramatically.

It’s not the first time a traveller has wandered into his residence and strayed into his swamp; this is precisely why he’s erected multiple signage around the area to deter people from entering (and disrupting his very precious, very sacred brooding sessions): “DO NOT ENTER” “DANGER KEEP OUT” “WITCH NECROMANCER EXTREMELY DANGEROUS SOUL-SUCKING DEMON CREATURE OF THE DARK’S RESIDENCE” “MILKMAN TO LEAVE MILK UNDERNEATH POPPY PLANT THANK YOU”

Georgi rows himself to the source of the noise with a discarded tree branch and sees a young, silver-haired guy struggling to keep afloat. The man, upon spotting Georgi, immediately reaches his hands out to grab hold of Georgi’s tree branch to keep himself afloat. There’s a moment of silence as the two men tussle for ownership of the branch; Georgi loses his balance and almost falls off the frond.

“Who are you, and how dare you trespass upon my residence,” Georgi demands in his most impressive voice. Next to him, the tiny hatchling perched on his left shoulder lets out a particularly menacing chirrp. Smoke billows out ominously from Georgi’s cottage through the chimney, accompanied by the refreshing scent of freshly baked honeysuckle pie.

“I’m sorry,” begged the man. “I am Viktor Nikiforov, and I am the Royal Prince. My dad, the king, wanted to marry me off to some princess, but I didn’t want to, so I ran away into the forest and got lost.”

A royal scandal? A lost love, never meant to be? Now that’s the tragic backstory Georgi’s always dreamed of. He nods, and Viktor takes it as a sign to continue.

“- and then I was walking along a random path and I didn’t realise where I was going and I caught sight of a beautiful face in the swamp and was so enraptured by his beauty, I walked straight into the pond –”

The halfwit got distracted by his own reflection in the swamp. Everyday Georgi finds new things to be depressed about.

Georgi decides that it’s the last straw; if he’s is to deter other travellers from bumbling into his residence, he’s going to have to set his foot down and punish these wrongdoers, damnit.

“I’ll save you,” Georgi tells Viktor grimly, “In return for your most prized possession.”

Viktor considers the statement for a second. “Seems fair. What do you want?”

Georgi blinks, surprised. Clearly he hadn’t thought through it carefully. “Uh, how much do you have with you now?”

“I’ve, like, three bronze coins,” Viktor confesses. “And an old creaky violin.”

That won’t do. “Any other prized possessions?”

“I’ve a secret family recipe for a blueberry tart that’s famous in certain knitting circles,” Viktor offers.

Tempting, but… “Anything else?”

“I could offer you my virgini-”

“YOUR FIRSTBORN,” Georgi says, loudly. “YOU WILL GIVE ME YOUR FIRSTBORN CHILD.”

“Sure, but how can you make sure I won't lie and run away?” Viktor frowns, concerned.

“We’ll enter a magically binding agreement,” Georgi decrees grandly, pulling out his wand with his free hand and gesturing to the air around them. “You will pass me your firstborn on the pain of death. Until you do, you’re not allowed to leave this forest.”

“Deal!”

A spark of magic flies out from Georgi’s wand, and then fizzes away; now Viktor will have no choice but to obey him.

“By the way,” Viktor says, “Were you trying to brood while sitting on a piece of banana leaf? That’s like, so uncool.”

Georgi lets go of the tree branch.

   Days turn into weeks turn into months, and Viktor still hasn’t found a better half to breed a spawn with.

Georgi realises, with a rising wave of panic, that being trapped in the forest as a means of escaping his royal arranged marriage might have been Viktor’s goal all along.

Desperate times beget desperate measures. If Viktor’s not going to actively try to do something about the state of his singlehood, then Georgi is going to intervene.

Georgi’s concept of romance has, thus far, involved a lot of one-sided pining, angst-ridden poetry, and inconsolable weeping.

Trying to get Viktor a partner yields pretty much the same teary results.

“Viktor, look outside! It’s Mila Babicheva passing by with her dad!” Georgi would say, peeking through a gap in the fence surrounding his backyard. Everyone knew Mila, even magical spirits like Georgi who lived in the middle of a forest, for her beauty was truly legendary. “Quick, run out before it’s too late!”

“Not interested,” Viktor would singsong, from his half-reclined position on Georgi’s favourite frond in the middle of the swamp, where he is playing his violin and sipping cranberry juice. “Be a lamb and refill the juice for me, won’t you?”

  “Viktor, an exquisite looking young man’s sleeping underneath the toadstool outside with his equally exquisite husky! Didn’t you say that you like dogs?”

“Only fat, woolly ones, Georgi! Try harder!”

  “Viktor, look at that beautiful golden-haired sexy beast of a man who’s drowning in the swamp! Naked. Totally naked. You have to save him!”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Georgi, it’s low tide today. The water level’s barely at my ankles.”

  Georgi’s almost resigned to living the rest of his life in Viktor’s company. At this point, because there is clearly no god, Georgi’s pretty sure that he’s the one being punished.

This goes on until Viktor comes running into the cottage one day in the midst of Georgi’s baking session, butt-naked and dripping wet.

“Georgi, Georgi, I found the man of my dreams,” Viktor breathes.

“What the hell are you doing here, get out of the house and get together with him!” Georgi orders shrilly, dropping the spatula in his hands in favour of jabbing a finger towards the general direction of the door. “Do so at once!”

To his horror, Viktor burst into tears.

“I tried to,” Viktor says. “I was soaking in one of the hot springs outside and I saw – I saw this gorgeous man, playing his flute to woodland creatures and – and he’s so perfect, Georgi, so perfect – and I just – I didn’t think – and I ran out of the water and started to chase after him.”

“You… chased after him,” Georgi says faintly, after a moment of silence. “Naked.”

“He ran away from me,” Viktor wails, as if that he hadn’t expected that to be the logical conclusion of the story. “I will never find true love again. Never." He trudges into his bedroom – his bedroom, in Georgi’s house – and leaves a trail of sad-looking muddy footprints on the floor. Within a few minutes, the house is filled with the sound of weepy violin music.

And people think Georgi is dramatic. Georgi lets out a long-suffering sigh, and goes to take the mop from underneath the kitchen sink. 

  In order to ensure that Viktor succeeds in wooing the mysterious flute man, Georgi decides to tap on his witchcraft to gather information about him. Know thy enemy, and so on.

The man’s name is Katsuki Yuuri. He’s the ex-apprentice of one of the most famous musicians in the country, Celestino. He wanders into the forest every other day of the week and plays some sad drippy flute music to woodland creatures, for reasons that largely elude Georgi. He’s soft-spoken, owns a pet dog , and has the sort of fashion sense that makes Georgi wants to scream in pain and anguish.

The woodlands creatures adore him.

Most humans don’t make it out of magical forests alive; Yuuri wanders in and out of the place, blissfully ignorant of the fact, like it’s his own backyard.

Viktor, traumatised from his disastrous encounter with Yuuri, has taken to pining after Yuuri from afar instead.

“I mean, it’s not pathetic at all,” Georgi says in a monotone, because romance is dead. Romance is dead because Viktor Nikiforov killed it. “You’ve only been pining after him for six months.”

“Oh, shut up,” Viktor snaps from his hiding place behind a large magical toadstool.

Katsuki Yuuri is sitting serenely by the river bank, playing his flute. Clearly, Viktor is not the only besotted creature here – as he sits down, the sunflowers within a ten metre radius immediately unfurl to full bloom and turn to face him, basking him in a faint, yellow, ethereal glow. A baby owlet descends shyly upon Yuuri’s shoulders, and is soon joined by what seems to be its entire extended furry family. Two grizzly bears are perched docilely on a large tree trunk, curled up snugly together and pretty as a picture, as if they hadn’t been trying to claw each other’s eyes out fighting over a small rodent just moments ago.

Viktor remains immobile behind the toadstool for the next hour, and then visibly wilts as Yuuri packs up and disappears into the forest.

“Definitely not pathetic,” Georgi repeats himself. The whole pining-after-someone-from-afar routine had been fine when he was the one doing it; Georgi mopes tastefully. Very tastefully. Viktor’s sickening moping, on the other hand, just involves a lot of snivelling, hiding behind toadstools, and binge-eating on pies.

The foolish man is self-deluded enough to insist, “our child will be beautiful and adorable and musical.”

“And imaginary,” Georgi murmurs darkly. Time to take matters into his own hands; he will get hold of Viktor’s firstborn.

  The next time Yuuri comes to the forest, Georgi strikes. He summons a gust of wind that lifts Yuuri up from his place beside the river bank, above a few magnolia bushes, across a large willow tree – almost snaring the boy’s pants in the branches in the process – and dumps him in the middle of Georgi’s swamp.

In the middle of Georgi’s swamp where, conveniently, Viktor is practicing his morning yoga on his frond (fully clothed; Georgi had made sure of that before carrying out his evil ploy.)

Viktor turns his head towards the source of the noise in alarm, and visibly pales to realise that it’s Yuuri.

“Go get him,” Georgi whispers furiously under his breath, crouched behind his window in the cottage. He’s not proud of his hare-brained ploy, he really isn’t, but because the alternative is spending the rest of eternity with Viktor Nikiforov, Georgi can’t even bring himself to feel ashamed.

Georgi watches as Viktor gets over his shock and tries, valiantly, to manoeuvre his frond towards Yuuri’s general direction. He makes it about three yards before wobbling dangerously and then promptly falls off the leaf into the swamp.

Georgi is left to gape in horror as the next sequence of events unfolds in slow motion.

Katsuki Yuuri freezes for a moment, before he gathers himself and starts to swim – no, bulldoze – towards Viktor with a few strong strokes, just in time to catch the other man who, overcome by shock, has fainted, face-down, into the muddy waters. He wraps one (beautiful, toned) arm around Viktor and, with the remaining (beautiful, toned) arm, paddles his way to shore within five seconds, with the strength and grace of a motherfucking mermaid.

“Please wake up, wake up!” Georgi hears Yuuri say as he shakes Viktor’s shoulders. Viktor coughs, makes a revolting choked sound reminiscent of a badly constipated troll, and falls limply back onto the ground.

Georgi runs towards the two men and barely makes it in time to watch, agog, as Yuuri takes a deep breath, shuts his eye, and kisses Viktor.

A few unbearable seconds pass as Viktor lets out another series of cough and opens his eyes.

“Am I dead?” Viktor murmurs, peering at Yuuri through his long, long lashes. “Is this why you’re here?”

“It’s okay.” Yuuri lets out a shaky laugh. “You’re okay now.”

Georgi doesn’t cry, but it’s a near thing.

  As it turns out, Viktor’s disappearance had triggered off a nation-wide search for their beloved crown prince, who, as rumour had it, seemed to have vanished overnight into the enchanted forest. The reason why Yuuri had taken to venturing into the woods to play his instrument was, in fact, an attempt at seeking Viktor out, as if the latter were some shy, fragile woodland creature to be lured out with sad drippy flute music.

“But you ran away from me,” Viktor says, because he is incapable of getting over the insult. “That time, when I met you at the hot spring.”

Yuuri looks at Viktor in a way that makes his opinion of dubious men who leap out of hot springs to chase after unsuspecting strangers, while being naked, abundantly clear.

“Fine, fine, fair enough,” Viktor concedes. “What did the king promise for my return?”

"Five hundred thousand pounds and a lifetime supply of pork cutlet bowls. But," Yuuri blushes deeply, “that’s not why I’m here, though!”

“Oh, Yuuri –”

“I’ve always,” Yuuri says, blushes even deeper, and looks down demurely at his clenched fist. “Ever since I was a kid – when I saw you play the violin at the royal wedding –”

Viktor takes Yuuri’s hands into his own. “I’m glad you found me, in the end.”

“Yes, yes, very touching,” Georgi interrupts. “Now, Viktor, if you’d remember your promise to me –”

Viktor lets out a soft sigh. “But I can’t go back to the country. The king will just try to marry me off again.”

“We could stay here, in the woods, together,” Yuuri exhales. “Forever.”

Wait, what?

“You’re right,” Viktor gushes. “I like it here. And the cottage is big enough for one more person.”

“No,” Georgi whispers faintly. “No, no it isn’t –”

“That’s it, then,” Yuuri says with a watery smile, completely oblivious as to the way Georgi is clutching onto the tabletop to prevent himself from passing out. “I still can’t believe this is happening.”

“And when we have children,” Viktor says, eyes sparkling with pure unadulterated joy, “Georgi can be the godfather and the nanny.”

Georgi finally passes out. 

    bonus:

 because georgi's life is one cosmic joke, their firstborn turns out to be yuri fucking plisetsky, which further cements georgi's belief that his life is one doomed to eternal hell. despite all appearances, however, yuri is actually fond of godpa georgi and conveys this by spending a large part of his infancy flinging his booger at him. at the age of three, influenced by his parents' musicality, yuri also picks up a musical instrument; yuri chooses neither the violin nor the flute, and settles for a banjo instead, just to be fucking contrary. they hold regular concerts for the woodland creatures, where georgi acts as the emcee. 

#yuuri on ice #victuuri #my fics

[florally-johnny]

Hey~ how are you today? ☺️ may I get a ship please? I'm 18 years old,small, petite, shy, random, giggly, sarcastic, bright, and clumsy. I have green eyes, red hair, wears glasses, and I have freckles. I love writing, animals, movies, music, playing instruments, and being with my friends and family. I'm really quiet at school/ around strangers but I'm much more outgoing when I'm with my friends. I'm very protective of my friends and family. I can be a little scary when I'm mad too. 😅 Thank you~!

hi! i’m doing alright, thanks so much for asking!! of course you can get a ship and i cannot apologise enough for responding so late! anyway, lets get this ship sailin’

i think you and johnny are DESTINED. i can also kinda see you with pony or soda or even darry, but i think johnny would appreciate your qualities the most. he LOVES how petite and adorable you are! he especially loves holding your small frame and it makes him feel more masculine and dominant. he’s constantly getting completely lost in your green eyes and running his fingers through your gorgeous red locks (he adores both, mostly because he finds them both extremely breath-taking, unqiue, and interesting features!) when you two cuddle or even simply hug.he loves cracking jokes with you and he’s one of those people who laughs even harder because you laughed too. he likes that your intelligent and quite frankly, he brags about it pretty often. he’ll walk around town and you’ll say something witty or share some obscure but smart fact and he’ll be like ‘yup, that’s my girl. the brightest you’ll ever know!!” and you help him out so much at school and he’s so grateful :’) you both are the ultimate shy/clumsy rocket duo and you both always make the gang laugh. for example, one fateful evening, you and johnny were standing and talking and laughing, the usual. pony ran into the living room and called your name to ask you a question about a film he had recently saw and you had read the book to it. anyway, as pony grabbed your attention, johnny was in the process of leaning in and before you knew it, you were sprawled on the floor with johnny on top of you and his face immediately turned a deep shade of red out of pure embarrassment. pony just laughed his ass off and two-bit soon joined. dally actually helped you both back up and asked the two of you if you were okay - while laughing hysterically. you and johnny still laugh about it to this day too, and it commonly comes up randomly. anywayyyyy,,, you are SO CREATIVE and he L O V E S that!! he cant get enough of you, seriously. you’re literally so perfect in his eyes. he loves watching you write and just takes in how beautiful you look. he sees you as a goddess, with the sunlight from the fairly small window making your face glow even more, and the focused expression on your face makes that poor boy S W O O N! and he always encourages you to read your work to him, whether its finished or not. he’s so convinced your a bestselling author writing under a pseudonym and you’re extra determined to keep your identity, even from him. and sometimes he’ll even give a few suggestions and ideas! he also enjoys taking ou out to the movies whenever possible, even if it means spending the last few dollars he has. he’s willing to give everything and anything up for you because he adores you just that much and he insists more too. AND DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED WITH MUSIC THIS BOY IS A LOW KEY MUSICAL GENIUS AND HE LOVES MUSIC SO MUCH!! you gave him your old guitar and taught him some chords and hE W R O T E A S O N G F O R Y O U A N D P U T T H E C H O R D S T O G E T H E R A N D E V E R Y T H I N G!! and of course you enjoyed every moment of it, even though you could tell he was pretty nervous and maybe a little embarrassed afterwards too because he THINKS he cant sing but he actually CAN and the slight rasp in his voice literally kills you. also, you two tried starting a band but johnny quickly dropped the project because it made him nervous performing in front of others (yup, even you). last but not least, we can NOT leave johnny’s family situation out. he stopped sleeping at the curtis’s house so frequently and basically moved into your house. because of your strong bond and relationship with your family, they were more than welcome to let him stay and they were quite infuriated by his household situation. your parents wanted to do something about it but you told them its better if they leave it be. the last thing johnny needed was more trouble with his folks, and your parents reluctantly accepted it. he thinks it’s amazing how protective and defensive you are of your friends and families and he truly admires that. you’re friends and family absolutely love johnny and let him in pretty quickly. also, you could gradually see johnny coming out of his shell more and he became more outgoing and just overall happier like he used to be.

BONUS! :

- one time he brought home a stray dog and the following week, he brought home a cat! 

- he loves putting finger smudges on your glasses because he thinks its funny when you can’t see and you hate it

- talking about hate and anger, this kid bakes for you when you’re in a bad mood and he literally calls you hot sauce when you get all mad and feisty (he thinks you’re really hot when you’re mad because he’s a boy and,,, well,,, he finds it hot lmao)

- his favourite thing to bake for you are dinosaur cut-out chocolate chip cookies and its referred to as his “special dessert”

- okay so johnny was feeling clever and bored, so as soon as you fell asleep on the couch right next to him, he shimmied out of his spot and sneaked into pony’s room for a marker, any marker, and literally connected some of your freckles into the shape of an elephant and when you finally woke up, this boy could not. stop. laughing. and you were so confused for the longest time until dally came in and pointed out the rather unusual drawing lmao

- he also did that like twice and obviously you were gonna get your revenge… kekekeke

#the outsiders #the outsiders imagines #the outsiders ships #johnny cade

[dangan-aesthetic]

im not sure if this counts as a request or not and you can absolutely delete it if it does but... if im not mistaken mod twogami has a fondness for broadway so... could they recommend any shows? i've been trying to get into more shows and such...!

It doesn’t count as a request! don’t worry, you’re fine! oh my gosh though I love Broadway SO MUCH I am SO HAPPY to make a list for you I LOVE talking about stuff I like! 

one warning I should maybe give is that I tend to be more into modern musical theater, so the majority of shows I really like are from after like 2000 if that’s okay with you. I’d be happy to recommend some older stuff if you’d prefer, I’m just not as knowledgable about it. another warning: I am incapable of brevity. this list is way too long… i’m so fuckin sorry… i’m really really sorry. 

comedy:

♡ the producers (2001). the show that really got me into musical theater. it also won more tony awards than any show, ever. about two broadway producers who try to create the worst musical ever, ergo hilarity ensues. maybe not the best pick if you’re uncomfortable with content that makes fun of nazis, but if it helps, the writer is jewish (and I’m jewish and don’t have a problem with it). there’s also some adorable gays, and a movie version that’s very faithful to the show, so that’s nice. you want the 2005 movie if you want songs (the 1968 movie isn’t a musical). also, if you like this, young frankenstein is a great show by the same creators with a similar sense of humor.

♡ the book of mormon (2010).two mormon missionaries go to uganda. absolutely hilarious. pretty crass though, and i’m sure problematic as hell (by the creators of south park, if that’s any indication), so be warned. but it’s just… such a fun time.

♡ a gentleman’s guide to love and murder (2014).a rare musical comedy that’s actually not that crass. about a man in edwardian england who learns he’s ninth in line to inherit an earldom, so he kills everyone in his way to the position. actually a very lighthearted comedy. bonus points for a love triangle that turns into a really cute poly triad.

♡ avenue q (2003).sesame street, but about issues faced by people in their mid-twenties: a kindergarten teacher tries to snag a boyfriend, a recent college grad tries to find his purpose, a gay republican struggles to come out of the closet, gary coleman is just kind of there. song titles include “the internet is for porn” and “everyone’s a little bit racist.” puppet sex. a good time.

♡ a funny thing happened on the way to the forum (1962).slapsticky, very clever, hilarious if you like roman history, funny even if you don’t. about a roman slave who wants to earn his freedom, his young master falling in love for the first time, pirates, soldiers, sex workers, a lot of stuff. the movie is very good. I’m also partial to the 1996 cast album because I love Nathan Lane.

drama:

♡ sweeney todd (1979).just… a masterpiece of a musical score tbh. about a barber who seeks revenge for his tortured past. people get baked into pies. if you haven’t noticed, i really like musicals that make light of murder (although i’m guessing you like funny media about murder too, since you came to a danganronpa blog to ask this?). funny, moving, dark, creepy, powerful. I’ve never actually seen the movie and don’t really recommend it from what I’ve heard, but a production of the show is on DVD with most of the original cast, and it’s definitely worth a watch. also, if you like this, i recommend p much anything stephen sondheim’s ever written. he’s a genius.

♡ spring awakening (2007).takes place in the late 19th century, but is very, very relevant to issues kids face today. covers stuff like the importance of sexual education, child abuse, the pressure placed on kids by school, and the confusion teenagers go through when discovering sexual desire. very heavy, but very beautiful (note: this is maybe the musical I know that is the most difficult to get a sense of the plot by just listening to the score, so I’d recommend maybe reading a plot summary or watching a bootleg or something. there was a cool production last year where a lot of the cast was deaf and it was bilingual in english and asl! idk if there’s a bootleg of that anywhere, but it was a good time). tw for rape, suicide, abortion, child abuse… yeah, it’s dark.

♡ next to normal (2009).about a family dealing with their mom’s mental illness, and covers stuff like how her life is affected by her illness, how fucked up the process of getting treatment is, and how mental illness affects her relationship with the people around her. I find it very realistic, very moving, and very relatable. of course tw for mental illness and suicide. i am dan goodman.

♡ natasha, pierre, and the great comet of 1812 (2012).just reopened on broadway! based on part of war and peace, so you’ll know the plot of war and peace and look really smart. about a woman who gets swept up in an affair while her husband is at war in 19th century russia. the plot isn’t really what’s interesting so much as the gorgeous musical score and really cool things they did with the staging / mixing the 19th century and the modern day.

stuff that’s a mix of the two genres:

♡ the frogs (2004).a comedy that gets more and more serious until it’s… not really a comedy anymore. dionysus and his slave go to the underworld to bring back george bernard shaw and make the world right again. shakespeare is there. hades is gay. was on broadway for all of like four months and is pretty damn obscure, but it’s SO GOOD, I promise.

♡ heathers: the musical (2014).another comedic musical about murder. I love comedies about murder. a girl befriends her high school’s popular clique and gets a sort of fucked up boyfriend. shit goes down. I feel like it does a very good job of representing what high school is really like (my high school experience, anyway), and is a good mix of funny and serious. heavy tw for suicide and mental illness (and briefly for eating disorders, but it’s just a couple of comments).

♡ matilda the musical (2010).based on the roald dahl book! about a little girl who is extremely intelligent, but is surrounded by neglectful parents and an abusive headmaster – so she fights back against them. what a genuinely fun, heartfelt time. great lyrics, super creative, and has a scene where someone eats a whole cake, which is always a plus and very relatable (note: im twogami, what were you expecting). tw for child abuse, but the musical is meant for kids, so it’s not very graphic.

♡ my fair lady (1957).thought maybe I should throw in some older stuff as well. early 1900s england, an upper class linguist asshole tries to turn a lower class flower seller into a “lady.” the movie is very, very good. is based on a very feminist play but was made into a slightly misogynistic romance for hollywood, so I’d recommend reading pygmalion if you’re unsatisfied with the ending (but it’s not like the movie doesn’t do its fair share of calling out higgins’s misogyny).

♡ 1776 (1969).also has a very good movie. about the founding fathers and the signing of the declaration of independence. maybe don’t watch this if you’re mad that hamilton is glorifying slave owners (note: I like hamilton, but I didn’t put it on this list because I’m kind of tired of it by now, and anyway I’m sure you know about it). a very good mix of funny and historically accurate. 

anyway I hope you enjoy this list and can forgive me for… info dumping rlly heavily on u… love u, hope ur havin a good day, thanks for letting me talk about this. tell me if you end up checking out any of these shows and liking them! - Mod Twogami

[joneswilliam72]

Counter-intuitive soundtracks, the void of making a movie, giallo & much more - Meet writer/director Nicolas Pesce of Piercing.

I caught up with director Nicolas Pesce for a chat on filmmaking, influences, filmmaking, counterintuitive uses of music in movies, challenges, and the Italian film genre giallo as it relates to his latest film Piercing, available now VOD and Digital HD. Pesce is also helming the reboot of The Grudge coming in 2020.

Piercing is essentially what would happen if Takashi Miike, Brian De Palma (in Piercing’s extensive use of split screen as a technique), Dario Argento and Mario Bava did a psycho-sexual thriller together. It is an exquisite cat and mouse game between a businessman (Christopher Abbott) who intends on checking into a hotel and killing a prostitute, and the prostitute who ultimately answers his call (brought to life by a haunting and disturbed Mia Wasikowska). The problem – as the viewer quickly finds out – is who is playing who here?

Piercing (based on the eponymous novel by Ryû Murakami) is very much a love letter to giallo as a cinematic tradition. It is pulpy in its deepest essence, just like the pulp crime novels written under Mussolini which came to define giallo as a literary and later cinematic style. So, it's important, to get the most from Piercing as a film, to have at least a bit of an understanding of giallo.

Giallo has more than a few similarities with American film noir (a subject I've written on extensively for The 405 and elsewhere). Like noir, it saw its beginnings in pulp crime literature. Also like noir, it is more of a style than a genre. As film scholar Gary Needham noted, "giallo in its cinematic form appears to be less fixed as a genre than its written counterpart... it functions in a more peculiar and flexible manner as a conceptual category with highly moveable and permeable boundaries that shift around."  It is for this reason that you will see horror movies, crime dramas, and psycho-sexual thrillers (like Piercing), also labeled “giallo”. Just like The Maltese Falcon is both a mystery and a film noir or how 1943's The Seventh Victim is considered both a horror movie and a film noir.

So, if definitions are somewhat loose here, what does make a movie "giallo"? As this source put it, "Nearly all contain gushing gore, erotic themes, a heavy emphasis on visuals (with things like script coherence often taking a back seat), questionable/campy English dubbing, characters gripped by paranoia, gorgeous women in peril, and ruthlessly brutal masked killers fond of sharp objects, rope, and black leather gloves." 

Piercing has all those things but the campy dubbing, and mask-wearing, black-gloved killer. Pesce's movie does transport you to its own haunting and enthralling world (the city background is purposefully campy) to witness this brutal and captivating game. It is, in many ways, an English-language giallo picture that is beautiful to witness – and fun as hell – from beginning to end. Fans of a great thriller owe it to themselves to catch it.

Writer and director Nicolas Pesce of Universal Pictures Content Group’s horror film “PIERCING”. Photo courtesy of Universal Pictures Content Group.

Enjoy the interview below and take a look at the trailers of a few classic giallo pictures that I have added below it – these movies are also all referenced in the interview – along with where each can be watched online (in some cases for free).

Piercing had me fascinated with and wanting to find out more about giallo. I hope it does the same for you because that journey is way worth it. 

Hello Nicolas.

Hey Wess, how you doing?

I'm good. How are you?

I'm good.

Let's see, getting right into it. What was it that initially attracted you to is it "Murakami"? Murakami's novel "Piercing"? That is, what inspired you to make that into a film.

I read "Piercing" while I was making my first film, The Eyes of My Mother. And I was doing that, my first movie was so specific, I was looking for something that was distinctly different, stylistically. And found "Piercing" ... I had discovered Murakami because Takashi Miike's movie Audition is based on another Murakami novel, and I love Audition.

I watched Audition the other night too. Very interesting film.

So I was reading "Piercing" and I felt like it was an awesome way to keep playing with similar thematic elements that I had played with in my first movie, but get to do something just totally different. Like baked into the novel is this awesome, weird, twisted sense of humor. It felt like a great way to showcase my more playful side as a filmmaker.

Absolutely. That also kinda gets into the next question I had. You were talking a bit about the influences there for it: how did giallo figure into that? I had actually read a review of your movie right after I watched it, and they're like yeah, this is pretty giallo, and I'm like, "yeah, I never heard of that." [Laughs]

http://bit.ly/2T1G5Eg

So I did a bit of watching. I actually checked out The Bird with the Crystal Plumage and What Have You Done to Solange? (which allegedly Nicolas Winding Refn was looking to do an adaptation of), And I gotta say, it's a pretty fascinating genre, or style rather.

And what you just said is my favorite thing ever. So much of ... The reason I discovered ... as I just said, I love Audition, but the reason I discovered Takashi Miike was because I heard Tarantino talking about him. The cool thing about being a referential filmmaker is getting to… for all the people who know giallo, the movie is a bucket of inside jokes, and to all the people who don't know giallo, it's like "hmm, what is this?" And then you get to see these awesome movies that it's like, "how have I never heard that this existed?"

Exactly. That was totally me.

So for me, the novel is very much Murakami as a Japanese author poking fun at the Western psycho-sexual thriller, like Basic Instinct, Fatal Attraction, that sort of movie. And in adapting the book, I wanted to find my own cultural touchstones and references and my own way in.

I'd absolutely say you succeeded.

Murakami's relationships with movies like Basic Instinct are very similar to my relationship with giallo movies, and I also think that there's a very strong connection between giallo movies and movies like Basic Instinct.

I agree after watching them. I was thinking that it was likely a logical jump from the more American style of film noir. Almost like Italy took the classic noir and added their own distinct cultural touches and touches from genre films, particularly horror. Of course, you also have like the grand guignol theater tradition that really factors in to giallo too.

So, I used ... That was my touchstone of how do I find my way in stylistically, and it felt like a giallo thriller where you have these two kind of archetypal thriller characters and you don't know who is tricking who. And I love all those movies, and yeah, like I said, getting to turn people on to the genre. I think now more people are aware of it because of the new Suspiria movie, so they know who Argento is. But Argento made better movies than Suspiria, and Suspiria isn't even like quintessentially giallo. It's one of the few movies that actually looks like that.

Totally agree on his having better work than Suspiria. Like The Bird with the Crystal Plumage.

And yes, the way movies like that one but also like Argento's Deep Red and Tenebrae. But I also love Mario Bava's A Bay of Blood and Luigi Bazzoni's The Fifth Cord, and others written by Lucio Fulci. They're such great filmmakers, and if you watch these movies, it's like, a lot of the crews that made these movies were the people who were coming out of Spaghetti Westerns. It was like really great film making that's just under seen and underappreciated, so I love when my movie turns people on to more good movies.

Yeah, like Dallamano with What Have You Done to Solange?. He was the cinematographer on For a Few Dollars More, and a couple of those other spaghetti westerns, with Sergio Leone. It's just fascinating.

Mia Wasikowska as Jackie in Universal Pictures Content Group’s horror film “PIERCING”. Photo courtesy of Universal Pictures Content Group.

Getting into the sound and the music choices in the movie. I found "The Girl from Ipanema" for that scene to be just cool, just amazing and compelling. I'm curious. What was your process like with that part of it? Giallo historically has some interesting uses of music like that.

With that scene? With that sequence in the movie?

With the sound and music as a whole, with how that played into Piercing.

I think so much of it was about trying to figure out a way to keep the audience in the right tone, and to really play this delicate balance between being playful and being dark. And the music and the sound really help to both guide you and confuse you about how to feel.

The music is almost mismatched in a lot of places, and that juxtaposition and that contrast is what creates a lot of the tension in some of those weirder scenes. And that has always been something that's so fun to me as a movie watcher, whether Tarantino or David Lynch, these guys that have such an awesome handle on music. Knowing what music, what the intended expectation is for a certain type of music or a certain type of melody and using it in almost the wrong way to get a new effect is something that's super fun as a filmmaker.

Oh, absolutely. Makes me think of "Stuck in the Middle With You" in Reservoir Dogs.

Exactly. Exactly.

Another great example. Yep.

What were the challenges like?

It's like, the movie ... it's an indie movie, so we made it fast, and I think the hardest thing is always time. You know, you try to set it up for yourself so that that is less of an issue. You shoot with very few characters and very few locations and it all of the sudden becomes a lot easier. But I think there's always, with a movie like this, they're making a lot of really bold choices and just having faith and trusting that what we're doing feels rocky but it's right.

Absolutely.

It's kind of… it's a blessing and a curse on an indie movie. You don't have time to second guess yourself, so you just really have to go. But I think as a result, the product that ends up on screen is something that, at least for me… this movie is unabashedly me. It couldn't be more me if I tried. So it's hard in a practical way, but I think there's something that if you release yourself into the void that is making a movie, and just trust yourself, the challenges become ... the challenges set you free.

Very well said.

(L-R) Christopher Abbott as Reed and Mia Wasikowska as Jackie in Universal Pictures Content Group’s horror film “PIERCING”. Photo courtesy of Universal Pictures Content Group.

Getting into our last question as time is short. What's next for you, Nicolas? I know you are working on a reboot of The Grudge.

Yeah, so I'm in post on that. And that'll come out later this year, and yes. It's a very different Grudge movie. We kind of updated it for today's horror audience sensibilities. I think audiences are much more hungry for more character driven, more story driven genre movies that challenge them a little more. So we've kept all the mythology and the elements that everyone loves from the movie, but we definitely updated it for the new audience that's here for and hungry for horror.

Oh, that'll be great, and having Andrea Riseborough in it, too. Man, she was fantastic in Mandy. That movie blew me away.

Yeah. I mean, yeah. That's a great cast, and I think our cast is a testament to the movie. It is definitely a more elevated take on the franchise, and yeah, our cast. John Cho, Andrea Riseborough, Lin Shaye, Jacki Weaver, Betty Gilpin, Bill Sadler. We've got a lot of greats in there.

PIERCING red band trailer.

Trailer for Pesce's first, 2016's THE EYES OF MY MOTHER.

Giallo selections:

1. 1970's The Bird with the Crystal Plumage (rent it on YouTube here)

2. 1972's What Have you Done to Solange? (rent it on Amazon Prime here)

3. 1975's Deep Red (watch free on Vudu)

4. 1982's Tenebrae (rent on Amazon Prime)

5. 1971's A Bay of Blood (rent on Amazon Prime)

6. 1971's The Fifth Cord (watch free on Vudu)

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[melonoverlord]

My sweet buttered biscuit for the ABCs

A: Aptitude

1. what are your oc’s natural abilities, things they’ve been doing since young?

He’s been a violin and cooking prodigy all his life, and was the first two skills he was taught. Cooking was sort of something he did on his own with the other slaves, specifically Cael who also loved baking and worked more in the kitchen, but playing music was specifically what he was raised and made to do.

2. what activities have they participated in?

Composing, playing music, baking, cooking, a little bit of flying, and the greatest activity of parenting.

3. what abilities do they have that they’ve worked for?

Physical prowess. Since he was a slave, he never was taught to fight and so physically grew up weak and small, so when he met Luna, the two of them sparred and worked out with each other to keep their strength, but he was really taught to fight when they met Oberon. He’s still not the best, but he can definitely hold his own in a match of hand to hand combat. Plus he’s got them baker arms so he’s got some muscles.

4. what things are they bad at?

He’s still learning how to say no to people, especially his friends. He doesn’t like any of them sad but he also knows that he has to be the responsible adult and take care of them all.

5. what is their most impressive talent?

It’s a tie between baking and music. He has been a cooking and violin prodigy since he was 5.

B: Basics

1. what is their hair color?

Black with a little bit of purple in the middle.

2. what is their eye color?

Black

3. how tall are they?

5′8

4. how old are they?

28

5. how much do they weigh?

173 lbs

C: Comfort

1. how do they sit in a chair?

Up straight with knees and toes pointed forward. He is still conditioned to sit like a slave, pretty and silent.

2. in what position do they sleep?

He usually sleeps curled inward since when he was little, he and Cael would face each other curled while Evie lay in the middle of the sibling sleep pile. Now with Ciri, he just holds her all night.

3. what is their ideal comfort day?

Never having to get out of his pjs while he snuggles with his wife and children all day watching movies.

4. what is their major comfort food? why?

Not a lot of people know because he doesn’t eat it a lot, but burgers always make him happy. He really is the barbecue dad but like, objectively better.

5. who is the best at comforting them when down?

Luna or Ciri. His two best girls.

D: Decoration

1. how would they decorate a house if they had one under their name?

Tam would have a comfortable but functional home with a lot of pictures of his family and friends, couches for lounging, and of course, the biggest kitchen space with every frivolous kitchen thing possible.

2. how would they decorate their child’s room?

Tam is pretty good about letting his kids dress themselves and decorate their room to how they like, but he is very concerned about safety. He does give a lot of toys to the kids that match their likes and aesthetics, but he is the type of dad who will put a barrier between the child and the edge of the bed so they don’t accidentally roll off in the middle of the night.

3. how do they decorate their own room?

His room is immaculately clean and doesn’t have much things in it except his violin stand, a night light, pictures of him and Luna, him and Ciri, and family pictures. He probably has the cleanest room of anyone in the ship. Now that it’s pretty much become both his and Ciri’s room, it looks more lived in.

4. what type of clothes and accessories do they wear?

He’s a dapper boi who usually wears button ups, sweater vests, slacks, and dress shoes.

5. do they like makeup/nail/beauty trends?

He likes makeup as a concept but since he was forced to wear it as a slave, he loathes anything that makes him more cosmetic than just having really nice skin and a rockin dad bod.

E: External Personality

1. does the way they do things portray their internal personality?

Yeah, he basically is a walking anxiety attack with dad instincts. The only thing that may be hard for people to believe is that when he’s with people he’s completely comfortable with, he is the snark king and will roast you with love.

2. do they do things that conform to the norm?

He conforms to the norm on the ship, which is just everyone doing their part to help win the war, but he broke away from the norm as a child when he left his siblings to run away with Luna.

3. do they follow trends or do their own thing?

He doesn’t like being a leader very much, but either right behind or on par with a leader, which is why he gets along with Luna so well.

4. are they up-to-date on the internet fads?

Only through Val because she shares almost every meme she finds with him.

5. do they portray their personality intentionally or let people figure it outon their own?

He doesn’t have enough confidence to lead anyone on, so he really is the objectively best anxious boy. What you see is what you get.

F: Fun

1. what do they do for fun?

Compose music, watch movies with the kids and Ciri, or spar with Luna.

2. what is their ideal party?

Chilling on the sofa altogether watching a movie or having a family game night.

3. who would they have the most fun with?

Luna or Ciri.

4. can they have fun while conforming to rules?

Yeah, there isn’t a lot of rules on the ship and Tam is not very rambunctious, so he is not like some of the other problem children and will turn a couch over and hotbox in the rec room.

5. do they go out a lot?

Since he is very well known as a revolutionary, he tends to stay on the ship pretty often, but even on planets, he doesn’t really like going to the nightlife scenes.

G: Gorgeous

1. what is their most attractive external feature?

This man is really out here sporting baker arms that could lift you to give you a smooch.

2. what is the most attractive part of their personality?

He is the type of guy where you look at him and you jump straight to husband material no matter your sexuality.

3. what benefits come with being their friend?

You will always have a personal theme song guy and someone to make all your favorite comfort foods. He is also just an objectively good hugger.

4. what parts of them do they like and dislike?

He likes his protectiveness and his paternal instincts, but he really wishes he wasn’t as anxious to get what he wants.

5. what parts of others do they envy?

He really wishes he could act with reckless abandon.

H: Heat

1. do they rather a hot or cold room?

He doesn’t like too hot of a room, but he likes sleeping with just one blanket, so if it’s cool but not cold, he enjoys that.

2. do they prefer summer or winter?

Although he likes wearing long sleeves, winter reminds him of the Caritain parties which is when he was requested most, so he has a very uncomfortable relationship with winter.

3. do they like the snow?

He thinks its pretty, but it reminds him of Caritain, so he still gets a little uncomfortable around it.

4. do they have a favorite summer activity?

Beach volleyball, actually. The ship converts the pool area to a volleyball court.

5. do they have a favorite winter activity?

Making hot chocolate and lighting candlenights tree with the kids.

I: In-the-closet

1. what is their sexuality?

Bi Bi Miss American Pie

2. have they ever questioned their sexuality?

Sexuality was always fluid on Caritain, but he figured that he would never fall in love because he only grew up with either his siblings or older slaves.

3. have they ever questioned their gender?

No, especially because of his trauma with the beauty industry, he doesn’t like many things feminine for himself.

4. would/was their family be okay with them being LGBT?

He doesn’t know what his parents would ever say, but he’s pretty sure that Cael and Evangeline would be okay with him because nearly everyone on Caritain has had affairs with multiple genders.

5. how long would/did it take for them to come out?

He officially came out to Luna when he was sixteen, after they met Gabriel for the first time and he was smitten as fuck.

J: Joy

1. what makes them happy?

Playing the violin and baking

2. who makes them happy?

His best friends Luna and Nivviah, his wonderful wife Ciri, and his twenty children.

3. are there any songs that bring them joy?

Beauty and the Beast

4. are they happy often?

Happiness is actually his second most felt emotion, behind crippling anxiety. It’s not extremely often, but he is one of the happiest adults on the ship.

5. what brings them the most joy in the world?

Playing music, baking, and Ciri.

K: Kill

1. have they ever thought about suicide?

No, mostly because he feels too guilty about leaving the people who depend on him behind.

2. have they ever thought about homicide?

He’s a former slave, his wife was going to be a sex slave, and several of his children were either used as experiments, slaves, or forced to fight in a televised death match, so yes, he’s thought about homicide a lot.

3. if they could kill anyone without punishment, would they? who?

If he could kill his former owners and Ciri’s would-be owner, he would without second thought.

4. who would miss them if they died?

Everyone on the Freedom Vessel because Tam is an absolute angel.

5. who would be happy they died, anyone?

Genesians because they’re cunts.

L: Lemons

1. what is their favorite fruit?

Peaches, like his beautiful ass.

2. what is their least favorite fruit?

He just can’t get into apples for some reason.

3. are there any foods they hate?

 Anything made by Kraft, apples, and imitation crab meat.

4. do they have any food intolerances?

You know how Daphne from Scooby Doo is allergic to imitation animal skin because she’s that bitch? Tam’s allergic to processed foods. He cannot eat anything imitation or fake. Which is sad because the kids just want to eat box mac n cheese and candy.

5. what is their favorite food?

Chocolate lava cake.

M: Maternal

1. would they want a daughter or a son?

Bold of you to assume that Tam would stop at just one child. Also incredibly bold of you to assume that Ciri would stop at seven children.

2. how many children do they want?

He was good with four, but really the question is how many children does Ciri want?

3. would they be a good parent?

He is the best dad in the galaxy, ex-fucking-cuse you sir. He loves all of his fourteen children with all his heart and nothing will ever change that.

4. what would they name a son? what would they name a daughter?

For a daughter, he’d first probably name them after his favorite non-wife (so Luna, Valerie, or Nivviah), but since he’s marrying Ciri and he knew how much both she and Psyche loved Alma, would also take Alma as a name. And of course, Evangeline and Cael would be his first choices as his fallen siblings he left behind.

5. would they adopt?

It’s how he got every single one of his children, so yes.

N: Never Have I Ever

1. what would they never do?

Hurt his wife or children in any capacity (except in Mario Kart, because he can and will destroy you)

2. what have they never done that they want to do?

It’s not really possible at the moment, and he won’t bring it up to anyone because he knows its impossible, but he actually really wants a biological child with Ciri.

3. is there anything they absolutely can’t believe people do?

Enjoy processed and fake foods.

4. what is the most embarrassing thing they’ve done?

That one time he got drunk and started telling everyone how much he loved them.

5. have they done anything they thought they’d never do?

When he was a child, he’d never thought he’d be one of the leading figures of the revolution alongside someone he’d never thought he’d be best friends with.

O: Optimism

1. are they optimistic or pessimistic?

He lies more on the pessimistic side of the spectrum. He firsthand has experienced the worst of Genesis and doesn’t think anything can change them.

2. are they openly optimistic, throwing it on others?

He’s fairly more pessimistic but he doesn’t say it that often. With his friends, he’ll be more optimistic to give them hope, but Tam in particular doesn��t think that things will get better anytime soon.

3. are they good at giving advice?

He’s very contemplative, so he tends to give good advice, and he’s done it for about fifteen years.

4. is there anyone in their life that throws optimism on them?

His kids throw optimism on him a lot, but for the most part, the optimism from the og revolutionaries came from Nivviah and Gabriel.

5. were they always optimistic?

He’s been pessimistic since he was a child as a slave.

P: Personality

1. what is their best personality trait?

He cares with all his being, and will do anything he can to make sure you know you’re loved and adored.

2. what is their worst personality trait?

As stated plenty of times, this boy is so anxious he is barely functioning 40% of the time.

3. what of their personality do others love?

Luna adores Tam’s devotion to family and his fatherly nature, and his ability to forgive, Val loves his carefulness and dedication to learning about a person on an intimate level, and Ciri loves everything about him.

4. what of their personality do others envy?

Luna envies his ability to get to close to people so quickly and Val envies his ability to be a good parent despite his fears.

5. do they hate anything about their personality/about other’s personalities?

He hates his own anxiety and self doubt, but also doesn’t like when anyone is too arrogant.

Q: Questions

1. do they ask for help?

Yes, but he also thinks its important to do things for yourself. This in more so of the case of waiting for someone to rescue you. If you have the opportunity to be free, you need to take it.

2. do they ask questions in class?

He only had schooling under Oberon when they first met him, but he tends to ask a lot of questions at once by writing all of his thoughts down and formulating them into questions.

3. do they answer questions that make them a little uncomfortable?

Not typically, but it depends on the type of questions because Tam’s always uncomfortable. If its about the present, he’s fine, but he hates answering things about his past.

4. do they ask weird questions?

Only to Luna because she’s still the only person who’s used to when he gets weird. (He did once in fact ask if pigeons have feelings when he was really sick)

5. are they curious?

When it comes to experimenting with recipes or compositions, he’s very curious, but when it comes to adventuring, he doesn’t like going off the beaten path very much.

R: Rules

1. do they follow rules?

As a revolutionary, he kind of has to break rules, but when he was little, he followed all of the rules to keep himself or his siblings from getting hurt.

2. would they be a strict or laid-back parent?

He’s a less extreme version of Marlin from Finding Nemo who is so afraid of every small thing that can kill his children. He is laid back in the sense that he’ll let the kids do things that make them happy, but if there is a chance they could get hurt, he will be ultra dad and baby proof the ship.

3. have they ever been consequenced for breaking a rule?

Oh absolutely. It’s why he has so many scars on his body.

4. have they broken any rules they now regret breaking?

All the explicit rules he’s broken have been for the better because it caused him to be free, but he does regret breaking his personal rule of family before all else.

5. do they find any rules they/others follow absolutely ridiculous?

He understands that slaves live in fear of their masters, but he also finds it ridiculous that they don’t take their chance at freedom 

S: Streets

1. are they street-smart?

A little? He mostly lived on the street the first year and a half after Luna rescued him from Caritain while they lived in the Factory District of Spanathos. So he knew how to steal and barter.

2. would they give money to someone on the streets?

Absolutely. He knows what it’s like to have no money.

3. have they ever gotten in a fight on the streets?

He had to defend himself, Nivviah, and Gabriel against a gang on Helios.

4. has anything happened to them on the streets?

When he was on Helios, he and Nivviah got jumped by a gang sent by the Helian Parliament. It was the same instance when Gabriel got captured.

5. are they cautious when out?

He is always overly cautious at every moment of his waking day, even while he sleeps.

T: Truth

1. are they honest?

For the most part. He never actively lies, but he doesn’t like sharing much about his past.

2. can they tell if someone is lying?

He is pretty good about people trying to deceive him, but he likes giving people the benefit of the doubt, especially when they’re his loved ones. He has a +5 to insight.

3. is it obvious when they’re lying?

A little, since he gets red when he lies.

4. have they lied about anything they regret lying about?

Not particularly, he’s really only lied for other people.

5. have they told truths that have been spread against their will?

No, people are usually very good around his secrets because they like him and respect his wishes.

U: Underdog

1. have they been bullied?

He grew up as a slave, so yes.

2. have they bullied anyone?

Tam has never bullied anyone in his life, even after Castor dropped and shattered his souffle bowl.

3. have they been physically attacked by a bully?

Judging by the multitude of scars on his body, he’s been attacked a lot.

4. have they ever been doubted?

He was doubted by almost everyone he ever met before going on the Freedom Vessel, possibly except for Luna.

5. have they surprised people with being good at something?

He surprised almost everyone he’s met, and everyone in 

V: Vomit

1. do they vomit often?

He only vomits when he’s extremely nervous, which to be fair is pretty often, but he’s good at keeping it down until he’s alone, at which point he goes straight for the toilet. 

2. do they get lots of stomach aches?

Yes. Just yes. He lives the true anxiety life.

3. are they good at comforting someone ill?

He has always been the dad friend who rubs his friends’ back when they’re drunk and throwing up (mostly Luna and Val).

4. what do they like as far as comfort goes?

He likes people rubbing his back or massaging his scalp.

5. do they burp, cough, or hiccup most when nauseous? when vomiting?

He usually coughs, but when actively vomiting, he tries to keep anything from happening so he can curb it.

W: Water

1. do they drink enough water?

As the cook and a father, he has to be an advocate for good health, so he drinks water to keep himself healthy.

2. have they learned to swim?

Luna taught him to swim when they got on the Freedom Vessel.

3. do they like to swim?

He doesn’t do it a lot, but he finds it enjoyable with other people who like it. He finds it calming to swim with Luna.

4. can they dive?

Yes, but it’s not very pretty. He prefers slowly walking into the water rather than diving in. 

5. can they swim without holding their nose?

Yes.

X: Xylophone

1. what is their favorite genre of music?

Violins and classical music for days.

2. do they have a favorite song?

Hallelujah will always be a special one for him, but since meeting Ciri, his favorite song has slowly become All of Me by EGOT winner John Legend.

3. do they have a favorite band/artist/singer?

Contrary to popular relief, Alicia Keys. He really is out here drinking his respect women juice.

4. can they sing well?

Oh absolutely. He has the voice of an angel and is objectively the best singer on the ship. He and Flor could make a band.

5. can they rap?

He has rapped exactly once, and it was when he was very drunk on his 21st birthday while Luna, who was also very drunk, filmed. It was an experience and the video is still on Luna’s communicator.

Y: You

1. how old were you when you created them?

19

2. what inspired you to create them?

Ciri needed a boo that was as soft as her.

3. were they different when they were first created?

A little bit? He has a lot more backstory than when he was first created, but for the most part he’s been the same good biscuit boy as always.

4. do you enjoy writing them more than other characters?

He’s super sweet and is less sarcastic and sassy than the others are, so I like getting to play a sof boy.

5. what’s your favorite thing about them?

He’s been through so much and still wants to help people and be a good person.

Z: Zebra

1. what’s their favorite animal?

Prairie dogs. Don’t ask him why, he just finds them adorable.

2. do they like animals?

Not particularly. He grew up surrounded around abused animals and had to take care of them, so now connects animals to how he grew up as a slave.

3. cats or dogs?

Cats. He can’t handle loud sudden noises, so would not be able to handle any kind of dog bark.

4. what’s their dream pet?

Anything small that doesn’t make loud noises. He’d be fine with a fish honestly. He’d rather have a lot of children than a lot of pets.

5. do they have any pets at the moment?

Nope but he has six wonderful children, maybe nine in the future.

#imaturtlebug #my characters #Tam Zione #genesis campaign

[travelteatv]

Over the past few months, my friends and I have seen one cafe – Elan Cafe, all over Instagram; with its milennial pink decor, floral wall and gorgeous looking cakes, we put it on our must visit list.

Also on our list, was the Winnie the Pooh exhibition at the Victoria and Albert museum, and it just so happens that Elan is down the road from there, so we decided to cross them both off in one fell swoop.

The Winnie the Pooh exhibition has already been on for a while and is coming to an end on April 8th, meaning its quite busy at the moment with people like us trying to catch it before it finishes. We were well aware that it was likely to be busy and chatted about booking it for a while beforehand… Then completely forgot to, meaning by the time we got around to getting tickets, there were none left. Thankfully, Naomi emailed them and they said that they alway have some tickets available on the day so as long as we got there early, we should be ok to get some. We got there just after 10am (when the V&A opens on a Sunday) and they had tickets available for 12 o’clock, which worked out perfectly for us because it gave us time to go to the cafe.

  ELAN CAFE

It was about 1030am when we got there, so still quite early for a Sunday and it was crazy busy. We walked by two other beautiful cafes that were almost completely empty, which seemed like a shame. I think we were quite lucky because we were seated immediately, at first being offered seats at a large table at the front, which wasn’t particularly appealing as you are then left with a group of waiting people stood glaring at you / could feel the draught from the front door frequently opening and closing. Mercifully, the server remembered she had another table in the back corner and got us sat down there.

Everything about the place screams Instagram, especially including the restaurant full of people like us that had obviously seen the cafe on Instagram and had no shame in taking their phones out to take pictures of every single thing. We could not have been more ready to eat/drink all of the things we had seen all over our feed.

Honestly, we could not have been more disappointed.

Naomi and I got spicey chai lattes, and Gemma got a turmeric latte. They tasted almost identical. I wouldn’t have been surprised if they just coloured frothed milk and put it in a nice cup. We then all had eggs of some sort on toast, which was very much below average.

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We were all disappointed but still hungry. The cakes looked AMAZING so we decided to think positively and ask for the cake menu. It was at this moment things somehow went even more downhill. She said that she had given us an hour when we sat down and we only had ten minutes left… This was not something she had mentioned to us until this point. Everyone else around us had been there since before we got there and hadn’t been asked to move. Plus, an hour hadn’t even elapsed.

Nonetheless, we didn’t need that much longer to eat cake so we said fine and all ordered red velvet cheesecake. If you like plain cream, this is the cake for you. Alright, the last red velvet cheesecake I ate was at Junior’s in New York, so my standards are pretty high, but for the price you pay for the cake (£4.50, I believe) we were allowed to want something pretty great.

None of us even finished our pieces of cake because it was so unbelievably sub par. If I made that cake for a charity bake sale I would throw it in the bin and start afresh. Unless the competition was based purely on looks, of course, and I wasn’t going to attempt to make someone eat it.

It cost us all £24 each for that experience and is one of the few times I have ever regretted eating cake. Now, we did go in there with high expectations, potentially too high, so I hope if I haven’t put you off from bothering to make the journey there completely, I might at least have lowered your expectations enough to make it a mildly ok experience. Unless you just go there to look at the decor of course, in which case you have my blessing.

Now I don’t like to just offer problems and not solutions, so I will say that if you’re in the area and looking for somewhere to get good cake, the Hummingbird Cafe isn’t too far away and I’ve never been let down by them.

  WINNIE THE POOH: EXPLORING A CLASSIC

Anyway, with that experience finally over, we headed back to the V&A for some good old fashioned Winnie the Pooh fun. As ever, the V&A did not let us down. It was one of the most adorable exhibits I’ve seen. It is well and truly designed with kids (and big kids, like us) in mind. They have bells for kids to ring, tiny doors for them to walk through and our favourite, little sets of steps that can be propped up if the displays are too high up for them to see.

If you have kids or if you are any sort of a Winnie the Pooh fan, I really do recommend going. It was quite busy when we were there but still perfectly lovely.

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  BARBICAN OPEN FEST

Our day wasn’t over there, either. Last weekend was Barbican open fest, a public festival with all sorts going on at the Barbican Centre (a tube ride away over in East London). We had booked free tickets to ‘Tunnel Vision’ and in all honesty had no idea quite what we were letting ourselves in for. It was described online as a ‘journey through music’, which until you’re there is a bit tough to imagine.

It was actually super cool. They shut off a London tunnel (right by the Barbican) and let a few hundred people in to stood under it, then projected a light installation onto the wall, set to music recorded by the BBC Symphony Orchestra. Alright, it was a bit cold as it was outside, but it was still really enjoyable and most of all, free, which is hard to moan about.

Obviously that was a one weekend thing so I can’t necessarily recommend going to that but I can say that I would jump at the chance to go to another light installation, and you should too.

  Abi

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'I hope if I haven't put you off from bothering to make the journey there completely, I might at least have lowered your expectations enough to make it a mildly ok experience' : Our visit to one of London's most Instagrammed cafes Over the past few months, my friends and I have seen one cafe - Elan Cafe, all over Instagram; with its milennial pink decor, floral wall and gorgeous looking cakes, we put it on our must visit list.

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Aurelie: Chapter One (Luke Hemmings AU)

Nestled in the small corner of the wood just off Primrose Path and by a constant, babbling brook sat Aurelie Stone's cottage. With the drive lined with cobblestones, the walls covered in ivy, and just off the outskirts of her small village, it was quiet there with only the sounds of the tiny, woodland animals and nature callings being her friends. She was content with that; the lack of human interaction. She only needed the quick chat with the bakers downtown when she waltzed inside to pick up her favorite bread flour for the week and that was it. She enjoyed being secluded, her only daily interchange being with her three year old cat, Clover, and her six month old kitten, Cotton. She wouldn't have moved into the quaint cottage when she turned twenty-three if she didn't. She was used to being alone with her mother being dead and her father making sure he was so swamped with work that he didn't think about his wife's early death. When Aurelie was fourteen, her mother found a lump on her breast and after a trip to the doctor, she was diagnosed with breast cancer. It was a long and rough battle, lasting over two years, and the already introverted Aurelie sunk further into her shell the day when the heart monitor stopped its repetitive, slow beeps and the final breath escaped her beautiful mother's lungs. She was "the loner" at school, nose always buried in a thick novel in the corner of the library. She sat in the back of class, never raised her hand to answer questions and her face would flush bright pink when she was called on, her blonde hair falling forward to curtain her overwhelmed, blushing face. It got to a point where the teachers didn't even call on her anymore. The jocks, the cheerleaders, the nerds, the band and musical theater kids, and the goths/scene teenagers would walk past her like she didn't exist and she wasn't the least bit upset about it. She actually enjoyed being invisible. She could be in the midst of an angsty teen, mental breakdown and no one would be the wiser. The only person she really spoke to high school was the librarian, Mr. Hopper. He was an older gentleman with a warm, relaxing tone that reminded her of her grandfather and had a head full of snow white hair. He lived on a farm just off the village and adored dear Aurelie, the only student that would come in to visit the library when they didn't have a school assignment making them do so. So, when she graduated college and didn't want to stay home with an absent father, she jumped at the chance when Mr. Hopper told her about the small cottage at the end of his land. With being so quiet and secluded, rumors were ought to start pouring from the bored, young adults mouths. She laughed at the one where people thought she was a thousand year old witch who lived off the blood of children to stay young and she found the rumor that she killed her own mother to be despicable. She never let them bother her though and she took a job at the local veterinary clinic as the secretary. She didn't need to speak much as just handed a clipboard with paperwork for patient's owners and the animals didn't mind her silence as long as they got belly rubs and ear scratches in the meantime. She was happy with her quiet life, lonely at times, but she never was able to give into the urge to go out. So, in her spare time, she baked pies from the fruit trees and shrubs around her little home, gardened and pruned her flowers, or read a good novel with a cup of piping hot earl grey tea - with just a hint cream and sugar - in her hands. She also enjoyed taking long strolls along the towering garden walls that were littered with pink, climbing roses and she had to stand on her tiptoes to see over them and get a glance at the Hopper's farmhouse way across the fields. The way the sun glinted off the old window panes giving a golden haze and how the bright red shutters contrasted the white washed picket fence was breathtaking. Her small cottage could never compare to the dreamy farmhouse across the way. Now, she stood at her small stove, two fresh eggs straight from Mr. Hopper's chicken coop cooked slowly in the pan in front of her. Two slices of bacon sizzled in another skillet next to it while a piece of bread toasted nearby. She wipes her hand on her white apron as her baby blue skirt brushes across her ankles as she moves. Her golden blonde tresses are halfway pulled back in a lazy braid with the rest laying limp against her shoulders and her silky, white blouse feels soft against her skin. Hearing the toast spring out from its fiery confines, she hums as she picks it out with the tips of her fingers and smoothes butter over the top of it. With a tiny, disgruntled noise in the back of her throat, she makes a mental note that this was the last of her bread and she needed to make her weekly trip to the village bakery for her favorite bread flour. Finishing up her cooking, she is quick to scarf it all down, her stomach now full and content. With a quiet slurp, she finishes her morning tea and lets out a long sigh as she places the cup against the wooden countertop. Her fingers drum against the wood and with a annoyed sigh, she blows a tendril of hair away from her face. It was her day off and she didn't wish to spend it with other humans in the village, but she did need to eat to live. Feeling something soft circle her ankles, she looks down to see her two cats brushing against her lovingly as if to say, 'good morning, favorite human.' She is about to lean over and pet their soft fur when she suddenly hears a ruckus outside and a melodic whistling outside her window. "What on earth?" she starts to say, heading straight for kitchen screen door. Peering through it, her eyes widen as she spots a boy -well, man- with golden curls on his head, a white cotton shirt, brown trousers, and brown suspenders completing his look. He's tall and lanky, his skin a bit sunburnt, and blonde, coarse hair covers his cheeks and chin, making his baby face look at bit older. He is beautiful, a bit too beautiful to be real, but why is he in her yard and why is he carrying an axe, Aurelie wonders. He looks up when she swings the screen door open with a loud creak and she nearly stumbles when he gives her a glistening white, beaming smile so bright the sun was nearly put to shame. "Hello," he gleams with respectful nod of his head, resting his weight on the axe. "Mr. Hooper said you liked a fire in the fireplace most nights and that you were running low on wood, so I took it upon myself to make sure you had some. Ladies like you don't need to be cold, especially with the chill coming next fortnight." "Oh," her gaze turns towards the growing pile of wood next to her house before turning back to him. "Thank... Um, thank you... I'm sorry," she babbles, shaking her head and tucking her hair behind her ear nervously. "Who are you exactly?" She winces as she knows she sounds quite rude but there was a gorgeous man in her front yard with a sharp axe and she needed some answers. "Oh, right!" He lets out an adorable laugh as he steps forward and reaches his hand out. "Lukas Hemmings at your service." She pauses for a moment, rubbing her sweaty, nervous palm against her skirt before she gingerly reaches out and his large palm overtakes her own. "But, most people just call me Luke." She barely is aware of him speaking as she oddly enjoys the feel of his callused fingers against her own. It's a long moment before she snaps out of it, snatching her hand back quickly as she realizes she was shaking his hand way longer than necessary, but by the smile on his lips, he either didn't notice or was too sweet to say anything. "You know," she looks up at him under her lashes as he begins to speak, amused. "When people tell you their name, it's polite to introduce yourself as well" Her face blanches as he grins boyishly down at her and she bunches up her skirt with her fists. Idiot, she inwardly curses herself. "Aurelie," she chokes out. "Aurelie Stone." "Well, it is a pleasure to finally meet you, Miss. Stone," he says as her eyebrows furrow in confusion. "What do you mean finally meet me?" She says puzzled, her toes curling against the soft grass under her bare feet. "Mr. Hopper speaks of you fondly from time to time. He told me you lived at the cottage, but being his farm hand is a lot of work and time, so I've never been able to introduce myself... I wish I would have come sooner though because you are certainly breathtaking, Miss. Stone." Her mouth drops in a perfect 'o', everything now making sense before she processes his last sentence, her face flushing instantly. "Oh! Well... I'm sorry for disturbing your work," she stumbles backwards and he watches with an amused smirk as she nearly tumbles over her own feet. "Um, thank you for the wood. Okay, alright, I'm leaving now. Bye." She nearly falls as she scrambles into her home, slamming the door behind her. She breathes heavily, overwhelmed with her encounter with the beautiful man, and leans over to take one last look at him through the window. He is laughing to himself amused, shaking his head, before he wipes his sweaty brow and walking back over to the pile of wood. She only watches his back muscles and biceps bulge for a mere second as he swings the axe before she pulls back the curtain, eyes wide. "No man should be that pretty. It's a sin," she mutters to herself as her two cats make their way back over to her. Finding this human interaction to be enough for her today, she decided to go to the bakery tomorrow before work and hides in her house for the rest of the morning. When she hears no more noise from the Greek god outside and the beaming afternoon sun finally sets a bit, she pries open her front door, breathing in the cooler, fresh, afternoon air. With a impish, excited smile, she shuts the door behind her and bunches up her skirt a bit before taking off. She loves the wind breezing through her hair as she runs, her bare feet in the soft, spring grass, and the sweet smell of honeysuckle fills her senses. She follows the babbling creek, her feet hopping from stone to mossy stone, before she finally reaches her destination. If you follow the brook long enough, you'll find the hidden treasure at the end, a brilliant, glistening, blue lake where geese and swans graze the surface elegantly and fish fly out of the water as if to show off. Her feet hit the wooden pier with a loud slap and she twirls a bit as she runs down it. Standing at the edge, she closes her eyes and inhales deeply, loving the way the sun felt on her skin. She loved this lake, her perfect hideaway. No one else really knew about it or didn't bother to show u and she could be finally be alone- "Miss. Stone, what are you doing out here?" Her eyes pop open with a startled squeal and she loses her balance. She tries to catch herself, arms flailing, but the last thing she sees before she plunges into the cool water is a worried Luke Hemmings rushing towards her. So much for being alone. __________ Wow, hello. First of all, I’m not dead. Surprise? I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Let me know what you think! If you’re new, hello! Please feel free to go to my profile and find all my other wrecks of books and maybe you’ll enjoy them? If you’ve been on this journey with me before, hello as well and I’m sorry? I glad you enjoy suffering with me! Enjoy this book and this romance! • I have a oc/story board on my WeHeartIt @/goldensunflowersinherhair under the name “oc: aurelie stone” if you want to check that out! • Favorite thing about this chapter? Anything you would like to see? Let me know! All the love. x -E

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