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3. Repercussions

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Summary: The high of the night doesn’t leave you like you expected

Warnings: Cursing, cheating, adultery, talks about body shaming, therapy, misogynistic undertones (“man of the house” and whatnot), Harwin is not a good person on this… and Jace isn’t either, implied tampering with birth control, spy cameras, a bit creepiness, inappropriate relationship, so many kinks, couldn't count them nor name them, proceed with care, this is dirty loves

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Notes: Uffff can’t wait for you to read thissss hehehe it gets dirty and messier, and unrealistic! plese keep in mind, this is some fic haha love you all my kinky loves

It felt better that he could have ever imagined

Your soft body against his, you moaning his name, jumping up and down his cock, wanting to please him

He grunted, getting his morning hardon just by thinking about it, and there you were, cuddled to him, your hand on his chest and your head oh his shoulder

You were so beautiful

Last night he had fucked you, to assert dominance

But today? he was going to make sweet love to you, treat you like you deserve to be treated

Like a Queen

You cuddled deeper into him, the light coming from the window was going to wake you…

He knew you had drank plenty of wine last night, but…

You were fine, you had to remember it all…

He debated on whether wake you up with a kiss, to fuck you gently and slowly, or rather, wake you up slowly with a nice smell of breakfast, to give you time to wake up

Yeah, that’s the one, he thought, retrieving himself slowly from your side

You woke up in a daze, feeling strange, like you missed something. Your head hurt slightly, but nothing mayor

You hadn't drank wine in more than two years and already you needed to stop

You grunted, moving on your bed and that made you realize two things… that you were naked and… you were a bit sore between your thighs… and then…

You gasped, sitting on the bed

No no no no

It had to be a dream, it had to be, you didn’t… you didn’t fuck Jace! your stepson, you didn’t, you were drunk, it was a dream

But then you remembered… how he fingered you in the tub, how he waited for you in your room, how you straddled him and you, willingly and in your own abolition got on your knees and you.. and then how you rode him like your life depended on it

Oh, what did you do?

You jumped when you heard him down the hall, in the kitchen, the smell wasn’t far behind, a delicious smell of bacon, eggs, toast, coffee

Gods

Tears started falling down your eyes

Oh what did you do, what did you do???

You were so… loft in lust and need that you… you covered your mouth to stifle a whimper

You fucked Jace! your stepson

What is going to happen now? What if Harwin… Rhaenyra… what if they find out?

You stood from the bed and ran to get dressed, you chose the thickest of panties you owned and put on black tights and a university hoodie

You walked to the kitchen slowly, you found him shirtless, with the gray sweatpants hanging low on his hips

Oh you remembered it now… that thick… long…

He turned around and when he saw you, he smiled widely

“Good morning gorgeous!”, he greeted, “I made some breakfast for the two of us”, he was chipper, happy… he seemed… pleased, satisfied, he wasn’t angry… and that did make you feel better, but you still didn’t know what this was all about

Tears kept falling, and he seemed to see them, his smile instantly froze

“Jace, I'm so sorry!”, you were crying, right there in front of him, “I’m so sorry!”, you whined

“For what?”, he surrounded the kitchen island and tried to grab you softly, to soothe you, but you took a step back

“I’m sick, I’m awful! I’m so so sorry”, you cried, “You came here because this felt like home and I… I took advantage of you!”.

If it wasn’t for Aerea, you would have wanted to die. You fucked your stepson!

“You didn’t take advantage of me!”, he said softly, he took a step towards you, you let him, he grabbed you softly, to made you look into his eyes, “I walked in on you after you told me not to, I fingered your pussy because theres nothing I’d rather do in this fucking life, you hear me?”

“I feel so dirty, you are my stepson! My husband's first born! How could I do that? I’m sick!”, you cried, you did, “you are twenty one!”, you continued

“And your husband is fucking forty! there is more age gap between you and him than you and me!”

“That is not the point!”, you cried, “I was supposed to care for you, protect you…”

“No you were not”, he said, “do you think you took advantage of me? we are both still in our twenties”

“I’m almost thirty!”, you said back, “I’m married to your father!”

“That cheating bastard should mean nothing”

“He is the father of my daughter, YOUR SISTER!”, more tears poured down your face, he approached you, cradling your face with his hands, wiping your tears with his thumbs

“I love you”, he whispered, close to you, those beautiful eyes shining so lovely

“You don’t mean that Jace”, you said softly, “please”, he leaned in and kissed you, trapping your lips with his, keeping your face still, so you wouldn’t pull away

But you didn’t anyway

His lips felt so good against you, so full and plump

He released you gently, looking down at you

“Jacey…”

“Don’t call me that, I’m a man”, he said, that tone, those eyes, made your knees buckle, “not a boy”, he close the distance again, you placed your hand on his chest, gods, now, with all your senses again, you looked into his eyes and were doomed, “A man you certainly enjoyed fucking”

“Jacaerys”

“y/n”, he called back, “It felt good didn’t it?”, he kept teasing, a smirk on that handsome face, “being desired, admired, loved… fucked”, you only looked at him, you were like a deer in headlight, “answer me”, he growled

“it felt good”, you confessed

“You were right, you took advantage of me…”, he growled, you whimpered, “you fucked yourself on my cock like you were born to do it”

“Please don’t remind me”, you whined covering your face with your hands

“And now that you had your full, literally…”, he chuckled, “now you want to discard me?”

“No, I don’t!”, you tried to explain, “this is wro-”

“Look at what you did to me”, he said, interrupting you, grabbed you and pressed you to him, you felt his hard cock over your belly, “now you have to make it right”

“Jace”, you moaned

“I’m in pain”, he whined, he walked until he had you pinned against the island of the kitchen, “please help me…”

“This is wrong!”, you tried to explain, “Jace, you could be with anyone you wanted, you are graduating college, and you are handsome, and sweet… and I am your stepmother!”

“You are right”, he grunted, grabbing you by the hips and raising you from the ground without trouble, sitting you on the counter, “... And I want you”

“Please”, you begged

“You used me last night, today I’ll use you”, he kissed you then, and you didn’t pull back, you actually leaned into him, his mouth felt so good against yours.

Who were you kidding? last night it had been possibly the best sex of your life, and your belly was on fire with Jace kissing you like this, his big hand sneaking under your hoodie, grabbing greedily anything he could get

“Jace I’m scared”, you whined, he stopped, looking at you with worry

“Why?”, he whispered, his hand went to your face, caressing your cheek

“What will happen afterwards?”, you asked

“We will cross that bridge when we get there”, he assured you, and he kissed you again, pushing the last stone of your wall out of his way

He thought you’d be scared if he told you now that he wanted to breed you, for you to have his babies, that he wanted to marry you and give you a home, for you and Aerea, and a dog, or maybe you were a cat person, he didn't care

He quieted your complains with his mouth, and he was good at it too

He broke your resolve with just his touch. And his kisses

and in a second, when lust was taking over you, you thought… fuck… you had already done it, it was done, so… what was it one more time? right?

You let Jace take your legging away, and then your hoodie

“You were hiding from me?”, he mocked, “you really think it was going to work?”, perhaps now that he was going to see you in plain light, he was going to rethink it all, now that you were both more… sober

He got rid of all your clothes, leaving you naked and exposed in front of him. He took his time gazing at you, and you tried to hide yourself but he just wouldn’t tell you

“Fucking gorgeous”, he praised, you got instantly sober, not believing his words

“Stop it”, you begged

“You think I’m lying?”, he asked, amused, “let me show you then”, he kissed you again but he didn’t stop there, he went down to first your jaw and then your neck, nibling, kissing licking, he teasingly passed by your breasts

His hand didn’t stand idle, he grabbed and squeezed your thighs making you whimper, and he spread your legs, your heels over the edge of the marble counter

You whined, not liking being exposed like that, but Jacaerys didn’t care, his fingers traveled to your center, and he loudly, started teasing you

You were so wet you felt embarrassed

He started fingering making you cry out, in total ecstasy, a squelching sounds making you moan and beg for more, his thumb started teasing your clit while he entered another thick finger

“Look how wet you are”, he mocked, “all for me”, you could only whimper, “answer me”, he said meanly, twisting his fingers

“Fuck yes, all for you”, you begged

But before you could come undone on his fingers, he released you, making you beg for him

“I want you to cum around my cock”, he said

“Mmmm please”, you begged him, bucking your hips

“Aren’t you desperate? a few minutes ago you didn’t want me touching you”, he teased, but you were too far gone to care, “you want my fat cock don’t you”, he wanted to turn back and smile at the camera, he had you right where he wanted

He didn't even know why would he need the footage though, he had you right where he wanted you

He took himself out of his cotton pants, and stroked himself.

You bit your lip when you saw it, it was bigger than you remembered

He wanted to keep teasing you, he wanted you to beg, but at the same time, he couldn’t he couldn’t wait anymore, he needed to fuck you, pump you full of his cum again.

So that is what he did

He thrusted into you without giving you a second to think

you shrieked, hugging him to you for stability

Your legs shaked and you swore you could feel him up to your belly

“Fuck!”, you cried out

“What a dirty mouth you got there”, he whispered huskily, “and what a cunt”

“Jace”, he chuckled darkly

“What? You don’t like me talking dirty to you uh?”, he leaned down and kissed you sloppily

While he had your mouth trapped with his, he started pounding into you roughly, grabbing your hips to draw you to him to meet his trusts

You almost screamed in his mouth.

He was so big, his tip bullying all up in your cervix, and each time he draw back it pushed into a spot inside you you didn't even know you had it

“Tell me, how does it feel?”, he teased

“So so fucking good”, you managed to babble, “oh Jace”, you called like a prayer

“Call my name again”

“Jacaerys!”, you felt your climax approaching

“You are gonna cum on my cock?”, he teased

“Yes”

“Fuck you are squeezing me so tightly”

You couldn’t believe this, you were fucking, or rather, being thouroughly fucked by your stepson, in your kitchen, windows open, in the middle of morning, and you couldn’t care less

“I want to try your mouth next time”, he purred in your ear, you only nodded, this far gone, you’d do whatever he wanted, anything, just to keep this going, “I’m gonna cum inside you”

“Yes please”

“Would you like that?”

“Yes! yes cum inside me please”

“Such a dirty girl”, is not like he would do it anywhere else he thought darkly, “you want my cum don’t you?”

“Yes I want your cum”, you liked how it felt, cum dripping out of you

And he did precisely that

You squeezed him so tightly he cummed deep inside you

He hugged you tightly against him, not wanting to let go, he wanted to stay like that, buried deep inside you

“We have to stop this”, you whispered sadly

“Why?”, he asked, rolling his eyes now that you couldn’t see him, he hated the “sober” you on this, for now

“It’s inappropriate”, you explained, hugging him

“I don’t think you want it to stop”, he teased, “I know I don’t”

He finally released you, and you felt so empty so suddenly you whined in need

“I need you to eat”, he whispered darkly, fixing his pants, and then he put your pants back on

You were so overstimulated, cum dripping out of you, that it felt so dirty with the cotton adjusting between your legs

You sat on the bar and he served you breakfast, that for a miracle it didn't burn out, you ate slowly, you were starving

While you ate, you looked over at Jace, his eyes wouldn’t leave your form, and you were feeling so…

Si hot, so desirable

You had to admit it, you LOVED it, what he was making you feel, like you were some sort of Goddess, you couldn’t believe than him, a young, hot, sexy man would want you

He was your stepson, but he was only eight years younger than you, it wasn’t that bad, wasn’t it?, you were trying to convince yourself that it wasn’t

And the damage was already done.

You finished your coffee and looked at him, he leaned back and you could see… he was hard again

Fuck it

You almost jumped him, kissing him roughly

You wanted him, you wanted him so badly

You wanted to keep feeling like this

While you kissed him, you shamesly pulled down his pants, and then you kneeled in front of him

While looking up at him, he looked down at you with the same adoration, you grabbed his thick cock, and started massaging him

He whimpered under your touch, but you didn't stop

You licked the tip, it was so thick, and you wanted him so badly, so you put the entire tip inside your mouth, you started rubbing it with your tongue making him moan, and grab your hair

You were going to let him do whatever he wanted with you, you felt wet again just by thinking about it, letting you be used by him.

You started sucking him, still both your hand around him, so every part of it was being tended to. He still got you by your hair and he pushed you down on it, making you choke. yOu felt so dirty, you loved it, gagging on it. Soon saliva started dripping down your chin, and you had to focus to breathe through your nose or else you were going to truly choke

“Fuck just like that”, he praised, “you are so fucking good, keep it going”

Anyone could walk into your house right now and found you sucking Jace’s cock and you couldn’t care less, so be it, let them watch

The sounds were filthy, the wetness between your legs was too, and just when he was started to throb, he pushed you off of him

“I want to come inside you”, he moaned

“Again?”, you asked

“FUck yeah”, he didn’t let you rise, instead, he got down you your level, throwing you caresly to the carpet behind you

“Jace”

He fucked you on the floor, like you both were some sort of animals, he wouldn’t even let you look at him, he pushed your face down, your ass up and he fucked you roughly

And you couldn't be more horny for it, or you couldn't possibly beg him more for it

And he didn’t stop there

He fucked you on the couch, on the counter again.

You tried to escape him, getting inside the bathroom to get a shower, but he picked the lock, got inside with you, and fuck you there too

And then, all wet and all, ended in your bed

“Not again please…”, you tried to crawl away from him, but he grabbed you and manhandled you to his pleasing

“I’m hard again”, he whined, with a demonic smile

“Again?”, you asked, actually amazed, “You can’t cum inside me, ah”

Too late he grabbed you by the hips and impaled you on his cock again

“And why not?”

How could he possibly be hard still?

“Please Jace, I’m so full”, you whined, your thighs were actually… wet

“So?”, he mocked

You were on the pill, you only had to take them and everything was going to be fine, right?

So you let him

Again

And again

And the whole week

. . .

Aerea was coming back home, and you had told Jace he needed to leave, for at least for a couples of days

He had barely let you go to work, and when you did you had… something dripping down your legs

It wasn’t healthy

So you “closed the pipeline” twelve hours before, and now here you were, opening the door for Harwin and Aerea, they were early

So Harwin managed to see Jace in your home, and he did find it strange. You were incredible uncomfortable

“Well, the lawn is ready”, muttered Jace, “I better go”

“I miss you today buddy”, said Harwin

But Jacaerys barely acknowledged him before he got out the door

And finally you could breathe properly

You thought you were going to feel guilty seeing Harwin there, but you didn't, if anything, you felt annoyed

Annoyed that you had to deep clean your home

Aerea ran into your arms and you hugged her tightly, and yet, Harwin seemed comfortable

“Harwin?”, you asked, “what are you doing here?”, you asked fearfully

“I got fired”, he said, looking at you with those puppy eyes. You let go of Saera who went to play with her toys

Unknown to you Jacaerys wasted no time into getting into his phone, right in his car

“Somebody send my boss the conversation between me and the secretary”, he said

“What?”, you asked, truly concerned

“Are you sure you are not the one who did it?”, he asked then, looking intently

“Why would I fuck up our income Harwin?”, you asked, “I didn't even take a picture of it!”

“Then who did?”

“Perhaps she did, didn’t you say you didn’t see her anymore?”, you asked softly, he nodded

“Yeah”, he whispered, “I’m sorry”, he whined, rubbing his face in exasperation, “We have savings but I can’t fall back on that to support three different households”, he muttered, “I still have to send in the money for Luke and Joff, and now this house, and an apartment downtown”, he muttered

“I understand”, you said calmly, “You can stay here, I will go with Aerea to my godmother’s place downtown”, Harwin sighed

“You are not going downtown with my daughter!”, he said angrily

“We don’t have much choice”, you said softly, “you can sell the house, look for a new one, a smaller one…”, you said softly

“It's been two months, when are you going to forgive me? Why do you keep punishing me?”, he muttered angrily. Meawhhile you still felt sore between your thighs from fucking his son

“I’m not punishing you”, you answered.

Jace was biting his nails, watching it all go down

“Please forgive me”, he whispered, he held you softly, “It will never happen again…”

“Harwin, I’m not sure”

“Please”, he said gently

And Jace had the terrible feeling that you were about to yield

“I always imagined growing old with you…”, he said gently

“When she gets her first gray hair you are already going to be dry 6 feet under”, Jace mumbled under his breath. but he looked at your back, your shoulders down, you looked like you were getting ready to jump into his arms

“... Having more kids”

“Are you insane?”, you asked out loud, and only then Jace could breathe, “more children? after what happened?”

“My love…”

“I won’t ever have more children! and least of ‘em with you! Get out!”

“I moved out of the apartment, my things are in my truck”

“Fine!”, you said, “sleep in the guest room!”, and you stormed out of the living room, taking your daughter with you

This… was a problem

Both of you thought when you started crying as soon as you closed the door

Aerea only hugged you, not knowing what was going on.

This got ten times messier than you aver expected it to be

You thought you would never have to see Harwin again… not much… and now…

After you fucked his son! he was back in your life… you couldn’t say no, his house was his… you couldn’t forbid him from entering the property

Your phone dinged and you jump

“I can still feel you on me” - jace

Oh what did you do?

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catindabag · 4 months

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Every District “facts” and “local info” according to Festus Creed and old Professor Dementia Demigloss in my TBOSAS on Crack!AU.

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District 1

Provides the Capitol chocolate coins!

Luxury items Fake gold.

Fashionista Land.

Their mayor is a ✨diva✨ who lives in a gold encrusted treehouse.

District 2

Provides the Capitol hugs and cuddles!

Masonry Mason jars??

Throws bread to their dead.

Their mayor (Mr. Rocky Rock O’Rolly) is a piece of rock. #immortalmayor2me&u

District 3

Provides the Capitol “free” flat screen televisions and spy cam teddy bears.

Technology Techno Pop Robo Cop??

They can hack your ass.

Their mayor has a flying wheelchair.

District 4

Provides the Capitol sea witches and lobster guards.

Fishing Catfishing. Duh.

They don’t serve bacon pizzas in D4. They might not even know what a pizza is (according to their local gremlin).

Their mayor is a self proclaimed mermaid.

District 5

Provides the Capitol the strongest Hello Kitty duct tape in the world.

Electricity Power Rangers!

Clemmie’s daddy is the shadow king of D5.

Their mayor is a homeless electrician.

District 6

Provides the Capitol Thomas & Friends.

Transportation Transformers??

Nero Price used to be the shadow king of D6, but now he’s a werewolf.😔

Their mayor only cares about her exclusive toy train collection.

District 7

Provides the Capitol wooden chairs and “free” firewood.

Lumber Cucumber??

They can throw and swing their axes taxes!

Their hobo mayor is a self proclaimed “flower child” who can talk to trees and bees.

District 8

Provides the Capitol sparkly mini skirts and sexy lingeries??

Textiles Project Runway.

Apple berry pies and cookies are their only “accepted” currency.

Their weird mayor claims to have a walking and talking bathroom rug. She might be crazy (but not “Palmyra Monty” crazy).

District 9

Provides the Capitol grain rain??

Grain Raisins.

They might have a secret “rice worshiping cult” over there. Who knows. Don’t care.

Their mayor sells a suspicious smelling “sugar powder” for a living. Is that even legal? Somebody should investigate him.

District 10

Provides the Capitol blue cheese and ✨Moo Moo Milk✨.

Livestock Chicken wings and drumsticks.

Domitia’s himbo daddy rules D10 with his emotional support cow (Lord Claudius).

Their mayor is Lord Claudius.🐮

District 11

Provides the Capitol cabbages and lima beans.

Agriculture Cabbage land and vultures!

They can legally marry their scarecrows. However, they are not allowed to divorce their scarecrow spouses for some reason.

Their mayor’s wife is a sexy scarecrow.

District 12

Provides the Capitol singing birds and pole dancers??

Coal mining ✨Pole dancing✨.

They’re poor but they don’t live in dumpsters with their freaky pet rats.

Their mayor’s daughter is a mean boyfriend stealing b*tch (according to their local singing rainbow bird).

District 13

The Capitol Nobles are currently pretending that D13 doesn’t exist anymore. But we all know it does. Lol.

D13 is now called the underground “Mole Kingdom” ruled by the mole people.

President Ravinstill is highly allergic to mole people and their rebellious mole habits.

Their self proclaimed “mole president” is deathly allergic to Bichon Frisé puppies. But who cares! D13 doesn’t exist.😉

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homomenhommes · 1 month

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THIS DAY IN GAY HISTORY

based on: The White Crane Institute's 'Gay Wisdom', Gay Birthdays, Gay For Today, Famous GLBT, glbt-Gay Encylopedia, Today in Gay History, Wikipedia, and more … March 27

1878 – Henry Davis Sleeper (d.1934) was an American antiquarian, collector, and interior decorator best known for Beauport, his Gloucester, Massachusetts, country home that is "one of the most widely published houses of the twentieth century."

Henry Davis Sleeper was born in Boston. He was grandson of Jacob Sleeper, one of the founders of Boston University as well as a clothier and manager of a real estate trust.

Henry's education appears to have been by private tutors due to ill health as a child, and it is unclear as to whether he was ever formally educated.

Sleeper was introduced to the Eastern Point in Gloucester, Massachusetts, in the spring of 1906 by the Harvard economist A. Piatt Andrew, who later served in the U.S. House of Representatives, who had built a handsome summer mansion, Red Roof, on a rock ledge above the harbor.

Sleeper was much taken by the location and immediately decided to build a little further along the ledge from Red Roof. He purchased the land on Eastern Point in Gloucester on August 13, 1907.In the fall of 1907, construction of Beauport, Sleeper's relatively modestly scaled Arts and Crafts-style house, began and was sufficiently finished to receive A. Piatt Andrew as a house guest in May 1908. As property flanking Sleeper's became available, Beauport was expanded several times until 1925, often in response to events or important experiences in his life.

In 1918, Sleeper became the U.S. Representative of, and a major fundraiser for, the American Field Service, an ambulance corps founded by A. Piatt Andrew early in World War I. While Andrew served in the battle zones, Sleeper crisscrossed the Atlantic with supplies and funds, and worked closely with the French military. France awarded him the Croix de Guerre and the Legion of Honor.

Sleeper had never married and left no direct descendants. His relationship with Andrew, also a lifelong bachelor, was intense, and may have been a sexual one as well.

Sleeper died in Massachusetts General Hospital of leukemia on September 22, 1934, and is buried in his family's plot in Mount Auburn Cemetery in Watertown and Cambridge, Massachusetts. Andrew wrote the memorial tribute published in the Gloucester Daily Times.

Beauport House was declared a National Historic Landmark in 2003. In 2008, due to new information on Sleeper's life emerging, the decision was made to acknowledge his homosexuality in tour guides of Beauport, "not to define Sleeper but to contextualize him."

Portrait of de Maistre by Jean Shepeard

1894 – Roy de Maistre CBE (d.1968) was an Australian artist of international fame. He is famous in Australian art for his early experimentation in "colour-music", and is recognized as the first Australian artist to use pure abstractionism. His later works were painted in a figurative style generally influenced by Cubism. His 'Stations of the Cross' series hangs in Westminster Cathedral and works of his are hung in the Tate Gallery, London and in the Art Gallery of New South Wales. He was very close friends with the Australian writer Patrick White.

From his family's very prominent position in Australian society, he helped to make modern art fashionable in Sydney in the late 1920s, or at least as fashionable as it could be., but the anti-modernist criticism he received following his first one-man exhibition in Sydney convinced him that his art could not flourish in Australia.

The Footballers

In March 1930 he left Australia to live permanently in London. He held one-man shows at the Beaux-Arts Gallery, London (1930); in the studio of his colleague Francis Bacon (1930); at Bernheim Jeune, Paris (1932); Mayor Gallery, London (1934); and at Calmann Gallery, London (1938).

In 1936 de Maistre met the 18 years younger novelist Patrick White. The two men never became lovers, but firm friends. In Patrick White's own words "He became what I most needed, an intellectual and aesthetic mentor". They had many similarities. They were both homosexual; they both felt like outsiders in their own families (for example de Maistre's family disapproved of his painting and described it as 'horrible'); as a result they both had ambivalent feelings about their families and backgrounds, yet both maintained close and life-long links with their families, particularly their mothers. They also both appreciated the benefits of social standing and connections; and Christian symbolism and biblical themes are common in both artists' work.

de Maistre's portrait of Patrick White

Patrick White dedicated his first novel Happy Valley (1939) to de Maistre, and acknowledged de Maistre's influence on his writing. He even went to St Jean de Luz during the writing of the novel under encouragement from de Maistre. In 1947 de Maistre's painting Figure in a Garden (The Aunt) was used as the cover for the first edition of Patrick White's The Aunt's Story. Patrick White also bought many of de Maistre's paintings for himself. In 1974 Patrick White gave all his paintings by de Maistre to the Art Gallery of New South Wales.

In 1940 de Maistre started work for the French Section, Joint War Organization of the British Red Cross Society and the Order of St John, London. In 1942 he was posted to Foreign Relations Department, British Red Cross Society. During this time de Maistre scarcely painted. After World War II, however, he had become an artist of the establishment. He had no trouble selling his paintings, and continuing to accept private commissions for society portraits. He died in 1968 in London.

Denton Welch: Self-portrait

1915 – Maurice Denton Welch was an English writer and painter, admired for his vivid prose and precise descriptions.(d.1948)

Welch was born in Shanghai and spent his childhood in China — he recorded this in his fictionalised autobiography of his early years, Maiden Voyage (1935). With the help and patronage of Edith Sitwell and John Lehmann this became a small but lasting success and made his reputation. It was followed by the novel In Youth is Pleasure (1943), a study of adolescence, and by Brave and Cruel (1949). An unfinished autobiographical novel A Voice through a Cloud was published posthumously in 1950.

Welch did not set out to be a writer. He originally studied art in London with the intention of becoming a painter. At the age of 20, he was hit by a car while cycling in Surrey and suffered a fractured spine. Although he was not paralysed, he suffered severe pain and complications, including spinal tuberculosis that ultimately led to his early death.

He met his companion, Eric Oliver, in November 1943 while he was convalescing. Oliver was a farm-worker living in Maidstone, and was a regular visitor. He acted as nurse for Welch, then his secretary, and finally as his literary executor when Welch died at the age of 33.

His literary work, intense and introverted, includes insightful portraits of his friends. He continued occasionally to paint; there is a fine self-portrait (in the National Portrait Gallery), and some line illustrations in the first editions of his books.

What is clear from Welch's writing is that his chief limitation is also his chief virtue: his focus on himself. For his time and place, Welch's novels are surprisingly suffused with homosexuality. His examination of the people around him, very thinly disguised in the novels, and his exploration of his own homosexual feelings and responses to the world show Welch to be a writer of consequence, if an over-looked one.

William S Burroughs cited Denton Welch as the writer who most influenced his own work, and dedicated his novel The Place of Dead Roads to Welch.

It may be that his most lasting work will be his posthumously published Journals, in which he is frank about his homosexuality.

1943 – The Netherlands: A group of resistance activists led by Willem Arondeus, a gay man, dress as German soldiers, infiltrate the citizen registration building, and destroy it, hindering the Nazi German effort to identify Dutch Jews. The attack inspires similar ones throughout The Netherlands. Arondeus was a Dutch artist and author who joined the Dutch anti-Nazi resistance movement during World War II. Arondeus was caught and executed soon after his arrest. He was openly gay before the war and defiantly asserted his sexuality before his execution. His final words were "Let it be known that homosexuals are not cowards".

1963 – Dave Koz is an American smooth jazz saxophonist.

Dave Koz was born in Encino, California to Jewish parents. Although he is Jewish, Koz plays both Christmas and occasional Hanukkah songs at his concerts. He attended William Howard Taft High School in Woodland Hills, Los Angeles, California performing on saxophone as a member of the school jazz band. He later graduated from UCLA with a degree in mass communications in 1986, and only weeks after his graduation, decided to make a go of becoming a professional musician.

Within weeks of that decision, he was recruited as a member of Bobby Caldwell's tour. For the rest of the 1980s, Koz served as a session musician in several bands, and toured with Jeff Lorber. Koz was a member of Richard Marx's band and toured with Marx throughout the late 1980s and early 1990s. He also played in the house band of CBS' short-lived The Pat Sajak Show, with Tom Scott as bandleader.In 1990, Koz decided to pursue a solo career, and began recording for Capitol Records. His albums there include Lucky Man, The Dance, and Saxophonic. Saxophonic was nominated for both a Grammy Award and an NAACP Image Award. In 1994, Koz began hosting a syndicated radio program, The Dave Koz Radio Show (formerly Personal Notes), featuring the latest music and interviews with who's who in the genre. Dave co-hosted The Dave Koz Morning Show on 94.7 The Wave, a smooth jazz station in Los Angeles for six years. He decided to leave the show in January 2007 and was replaced by Brian McKnight. In 2002, Koz started a record label, Rendezvous Entertainment, with Frank Cody and Hyman Katz.

In an April 2004 interview with The Advocate, Koz came out publicly as gay.

Blake McIver Ewing - Then and Now

1985 – Blake McIver Ewing also known as Blake McIver and Blake Ewing, is an American singer-songwriter, actor, model and pianist. He was known for playing Michelle's friend, Derek, on the sitcom Full House. Ewing also portrayed the role of Waldo in the 1994 feature film version of The Little Rascals, and voiced Eugene on Hey Arnold! during its 5th season. He is currently one of the hosts of the Bravo series The People's Couch.Ewing co-wrote and performed the song "Along the River", the end credit song for the film End of the Spear. He has contributed his work to the It Gets Better Project, citing his own experiences as a gay teenager as his motivation. His debut album, The Time Manipulator, was released in May 2014. Throughout 2013 Ewing worked as a go-go dancer in Los Angeles. "The tips were good. In fact, I raised so much money, I was able to finish my record — mission accomplished."

Ewing was nominated for an Ovation Award for his role as "The Little Boy" in the Los Angeles production of Ragtime. He is a graduate of UCLA.

Blake released his equality anthem "This Is Who We Are" on July 14, 2015 and works as a host for AfterBuzz TV.

Blake Mciver Ewing has apparently done a lot of growing up over the years and is now a living his life as a proud gay man. He is also a regular fixture on "The People's Couch," providing witty commentary about television shows and viral clips alongside openly gay entertainer Scott Nevins.

"When I was 14 I came very close to becoming a gay teen suicide 'statistic' but I then turned to music, my piano, my loved ones, and discovered that it does in fact get better," the actor noted in a YouTube description of him performing a poignant anti-bullying song. "But that being said, I believe we must raise awareness to protect the LGBT teens who are still being physically and verbally assaulted and fear for their lives every day. We also have a responsibility to end this suicide epidemic."

2009 – Japan acknowledges its nationals same-sex marriages to foreigners from countries or states where same-sex marriages are legal.

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Misfit Mayor, watching over his misfit town.

#i cant stop drawing this man #i drew the damn coat this time #fallout 4 #fo4 #fallout #hancock #john hancock #fo4 hancock #fallout hancock #fanart #ghoul #ghoul husband #fallout ghoul #husbando #bacon mayor #inkwitch111

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Nick and Hancock headcannon

In this unusual turn of events, Nick is Watson to Hancock's Holmes.

"That utter jerk! How dare he play with chemicals so dangerous. He could have fried! He has no idea how precious he is, to this town and to me!"

Back when Nick first moved into Diamond city, he had nowhere to go. Perhaps it was a lark to piss off his brother, or it was Hancock's huge heart, but he took Nicky in and got him set up in town.

Hancock's not anti synth if they're on the level. It's the sneaking and the body snatching that he disproves of.

Fast forward a couple of years and Hancock's scheming no good brother gets to be mayor. Cram for brains ran on a "ghouls bad" ticket, and sadly... He won because of 3 votes.

Well, Hancock decided to teach him a lesson and took a chem that was guaranteed to either ghoulify you or make you the crispiest bacon this side of the Commonwealth. Wildest ride he ever took, he said.

Worst nights of Nick's synthetic life.

Nick sat vigil since he doesn't need sleep. It was really touch and go. Especially with sped up ghoulification. They had no idea if it would slow down, halt... anything.

Nick kept saying to Hancock's unconscious form, "If you survive this, I'm making you detox for a whole damn year."

About a week or two later, Hancock came out of it. Stable, a bit rough.. but feeling stronger. And a little embarrassed/honored that his Nicky was there.

His stunt did not have the desired effect though. About a week after Hancock came to, that mayor wearing his brother's face, kicked every last ghoul out. Including him.

This time, Nicky was going to help with the setting up and resettling.

He had scouted on one of his investigations, an old semi fortified ruins near the highway. Very few ways to get in, because of the way the ruins intersected.

He had chased the suspect near there, but then the darn fool ran up the road and into the super mutant nest...

Fortunately, they dont seem to bother ghouls for some unknown reason. So this location would be perfect for the citizens of Diamond city who were being run off.

Hancock made sure there was a rudimentary ballot system, so people still had a say in their leadership. While that was getting underway, he and Nick scouted for some mercs and a security system that would work while they established.

Spotted a broken legged assaultron who had named herself Kleo, and who was, well, chatty, when they met. Which is a first considering all the other bots out there.

They fixed her up, while she went on and on about wanting to be a shopkeeper. So they set her up with her shop(first stocked with loot from the idiots who opposed them on the way back to town) right in that new front gate.

While all that was going on, Nicky's boy Hancock got himself elected.

He was so damn proud.

Hancock took some time to think about what he wanted to say. He was sure he'd never be his brother.

This town was always going to welcome the people. Of the people, for the people.

Nick now makes it an important stop, every time he's on any kind of search in the area. The town is thriving, the music is great... And yeah, he won't complain too hard about some of the questionable characters, because that means he's always got an excuse to come check on him.

As for Hancock, after seeing Nicky come as close to crying as he possibly could, he swore to Nick he'd never take anything experimental again. Stick to the old trusty mind expanders.

Nick grumbled at this, because he doesn't want Hancock to destroy his beautiful mind, but relented in the end. At least he was mostly safe.

Side side side note. They're unofficially married. I mean, Magnolia officiated, and Whitechapel Charlie witnessed, but they keep it on the dl, to keep would be targeters at bay. (commonwealth has it's complications afterall)

#Nick Valentine #hancock fo4 #fallout 4 #Hancock #Husbands #they're married your honor #idiots in love #Fallout #Fallout4 #fallout companions #Goodneighbor #Magnolia #Whitechapel Charlie #Kleo #Headcannon #fallout headcanons

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i can't stop imagining hancock tap dancing in the middle of the night only to be surprised when people start saying they think there's a new problem with mice in goodneighbour...then they realise their mayor has been hiding tap shoes throughout town

Oh my god that would be so cute.

Perhaps a sleepy drifter rolls over in their makeshift bedroll and squints one eye open when the gentle tap tap taps begin to invade their sleep. They’re mostly still out of it and not too sure what to make of the rapid steps Hancock is taking in place and assume perhaps a radroach or something got in and he’s just making sure it’s thoroughly dead. Or a couple of the trigger men watch him wander out and take a walk around the town with a cigarette before he slowly begins skipping more and more rapidly as he goes, a rhythm building in his heels.

And let’s say he does manage to get his hands on a rare pair of tap shoes he perhaps found in the midst of an adventure he took while briefly ‘out of office’ and decides to slide them on while seated on a bench beneath his balcony where he makes his speeches. It starts slow, a few experimental taps just to see what kind of condition they’re in and once he confirms they’re just fine, he soon goes into his own little world, moving to a rhythm that at first only he heard but one that can now be heard echoing in the silence of the night and he’s so caught up in it, he doesn’t realize that a few of his towns inhabitants have decided to sit and watch the mayor’s performance, both fascinated and impressed as they watch him twist and turn and tap away.

It’s the resounding applause he hears behind him once he’s done that makes him turn and open his eyes before smirking and taking a bow to hide the slight awkwardness that wants to take him at having an audience suddenly discover his secret talent but really, it just gives his townsfolk more reason to love him.

I love it. You go, you funky little tappin bacon man 🖤

#fallout 4 #hancock #fallout #john hancock #fo4 #ghoul husband #fallout 4 companions #fallout 4 imagine #fallout 4 hancock

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The Exhibitors Herald, June 1926

The first of the deluxe presentations was at the Forrest theatre, Philadelphia, Thursday evening. The audience was composed largely of members of the Advertising Clubs of the World, which was holding an international convention in the Quaker City, and the members of the Poor Richard Club. There were also present a large turnout of society, official and judicial life of Philadelphia. The other audience, which included Mrs. Coolidge, members of the diplomatic corps and Washington newspapermen, as guests of the National Press club, viewed the picture at a special screening Friday night at Poli’s theatre in Washington. General W. W. Atterbury; Senator-elect [and notorious political boss] Wm. S. Vare; Senator [and law professor] George W. Pepper; Lieut. Commander Geo. B. Wilson, U. S. Navy [not to be confused with the character from the Great Gatsby] ; Mrs. Barclay Warburton [civil rights supporter and journalist] ; Major Norman MacLeod; E. T. Stottsbury; Paul Thompson; Alexander Van Rensselaer; Mrs. Charlemagne Tower; Dr. H. J. Tily [department story owner, mason] ; Mr. and Mrs. Theodore W. Reath; Frank Smith; Mr. and Mrs. Jos. N. Snellenburg [merchant in clothing trade] ; Mr. and Mrs. Arthur Block; Mr. and Mrs. Jules E. Mastbaum [movie theater and department store magnates] ; George Nitsche [possibly an affiliate of U. Penn]; Josiah H. Penniman [Provost of U. Penn] ; J. Willis Martin [a judge]; H. S. McDevitt; John J. Monaghan. Judge Buffington, of Pittsburgh; Thos Finletter [could be one of a a number of lawyers with this name]; Mr. and Mrs. A. L. Einstein; Maurice Paillard, French consul; Robt. Von Moschzisker [justice of the Supreme Court of Pennsylvania]; Mayor W. Freeland Kendrick; Geo. H. Elliott, director of public safety; Chas. B. Hall, president of City Council; Dr. Charles Hart; Rev. Wm. H. Fineschriber; Chas Fox, district attorney [could be a coincidence but Charles Fox III and IV are both currently lawyers in Pennsylvania]; John Fisler, president Manufacturers Club [golf afficianado]; Albert M. Greenfield [real estate broker and developer]; Jos. P. Gaffney; Mr. and Mrs. Ellis Gimbel [department store owner]; Daniel Gimbel [brother and co-owner along with Ellis]; J. D. Lit; Richard Gimbel [son of Ellis Gimble]; Benedict Gimbel [brother of Ellis and Daniel]; Colonel Robert Glendinning [banker]; Benjamin Golder [member of the Pennsylvania State House of Representatives], Agnew T. Dice [President of Reading Railroad]. Dr. Leon Elmaleh [founder of the Levantine Jews Society of Philadelphia]; H. Gilbert Cassidy [a judge]; Utley E. Crane [author of Business Law for Business Men]; Cyrus H. K. Curtis [magazine publisher]; Chas. S. Caldwell; G. W. Cole; Hampton L. Carson [lawyer, professor, state Attorney general]; A. Lincoln Acker [Philidelphia port collector]; Max Aron [lawyer]; Eugene C. Bonniwell [a judge]; Chas. L. Brown; Edward Groome; Chas. L. Bartlett; Edward Bok [editor of the Ladies Home Journal]; Mr. and Mrs. Geo. H. Lorimer [editor of the Saturday Evening Post]; Edw. Bacon; Chas. Curtis Harrison [a judge]; Samuel S. Eels, Rev. J. J. O’Hara [future Archbishop of Philadelphia], and Bishop Thos. J. Garland, D. D. [Episcopalian bishop]

There were a bunch of Universal employees in attendance too but that's less interesting to me. Let's see who went to the Washington show

Both showings were under the auspices of Ambassador Henri Beragner of France and Marcel Knecht, French publisher and trade representative. Dr. Ferdnand Heurteur, leader of the orchestra of the Paris Opera House, came to the United States to conduct the orchestras at these two showings. Among the distinguished guests at the Washington showing were: Don Juan Riano, Spanish ambassador; Senor and Senora de Mathieu, Chilan ambassador; Raoul Tilmont, secretary, Belgium embassy; G. H. Thompson, second secretary, British embassy; A. J. Pack, British embassy; Eduardo Racedo and Madame Racedo, first secretary, Argentine embassy; Conrado Traverso, Argentine embassy; Dr. and Senora Velarde, Peruvian ambassador; Dr. and Madame Santiago F. Bedoya, secretary, Peruvian embassy; Senor and Senora Tellez, Mexican ambassador; Senor and Senora Castro, secretary, Mexican embassy; Ambassador de Martino, Italy; Colonel Augusto Villa, miltary attache, Italian embassy; Count and Countess Sommati di Mombello, Italian embassy; Signor Leonardo Vitetti, Italian embassy. Baron and Baroness Ago Maltzan, German embassy; Mr. and Madame Matsuidaira, Japanese embassy; Mr. and Madame Gurgel de Amaral, Brazilian embassy; Senor and Senora de Sanchez Aballi, Cuban embassy; Senor Don Jose T. Baron, secretary, Cuban embassy; Brigadier General Georges A. L. Dumont, military attache, French embassy; Mr. Jules Henry, first secretary, French embassy; Major and Madame Georges Thenault, French embassy; Captain and Madame Willm, French embassy; Mr. A. Konow Bojsen, secretary, Danish legation; Mr. and Madame Marc Peter, Swiss ambassador; Mr. Andor de Hertelendy, Hungarian embassay; Senor and Senora Ricardo Jaimes Freyre, Bolivian embassy. Mr. and Mrs. Timothy A. Smiddy, minister, Irish Free State; Mr. and Madame Simoposilis, Minister from Greece; Mr. and Madame Prochnik, Austrian ambassador; Mr. and Madame Charles L. Seya, Latvian embassy; Mahmoud Samy Pasha and Madame Samy Pasha, Egyptian embassy; Mr. Zdenek Fierlinger, Minister from Czechoslovakia; Mr. Simeon Radeff, Bulgarian embassy; Mr. and Madame Jan Ciechanowski, Polish minister; Senor don Manuel Zavala, Nicaragua embassy, and Mr. and Madame Bostrom, Swedish ambassador.

#les miserables #lm 1925 #fans through the ages #the longest fucking list #losing my mind

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Love-struck - Chapter 6

On the surface it was cold and the first few rays of the morning sun exposed a light, ivory mist that rose from the damp ground after a long night of rain. Far below, bright candles illuminated winding passageways, rousing sleepy inhabitants from their cosy beds. The air was electric with muted conversation as crowds of famished villagers were herded into the dining hall, eagerly awaiting thick slabs of streaky bacon, crispy hash browns, and fried eggs piled upon chipped plates.

Y/N awoke sometime mid-morning, bleary-eyed, as the makeshift door scraped harshly against the stone floor. Whispers of slow shuffling and hushed cursing disturbed the peace as Laxus squeezed himself through the doorway, trying desperately to not wake her. She caught a glimpse of him clutching two steaming mugs, with a squashed loaf of bread under one arm and a cutting board under the other, before closing her eyes and pretending to sleep. Forcing deep, slow breaths and concealing a smile, she listened to Laxus gently place some of the breakfast items onto the coffee table by the entrance and the scent of freshly baked goods filled the room. He stood still for a moment, not making a sound, contemplating what to do next.

The pallet protested as he perched by Y/N’s side and took a moment to observe her. His hand, warmed from the coffee, brushed away a lock of hair that had fallen across her face. She fluttered her eyes open and displayed a convincing act of awakening, before focusing on Laxus and the large, clay mug he extended towards her.

“About time…” he teased, his mouth curling into a smug grin. “Morning is almost over. I had to fight an army for this breakfast.”

She took the mug, feeling the soothing warmth burn her fingers, and mumbled thanks. She hadn’t slept so deeply in over two years and the built-up fatigue lay heavy in her muscles, pulling her back under the blankets. Laxus brandished a bunch of grapes and removed cutlery, smoked cheese wrapped in a faded patterned cloth, and a jar of apricot jam from his pockets. He reached for the bread and tore off a chunk, slathered it with jam and handed it to her as her stomach growled with anticipation. They ate without conversation, savouring both the food and the quiet intimacy, clinging eagerly to the remnants of the night before.

It didn’t last long. It couldn’t. An uncomfortable shroud fell over them after they had finished eating. Laxus cleared away the mugs and the cutlery, the chance to discuss what was on their minds fading quickly. Y/N brushed some crumbs off the bedding and straightened her back just as Laxus inhaled deeply, unable to meet her gaze.

“Listen Y/N… About last night-”

“Laxus… We should talk about-”

A loud knock on the door startled them and a tall, well-dressed man with tousled hair and a faint stench of body odour stepped inside, eyeing them nervously.

“The… Um… The mayor would like to see you both,” he stammered.

Y/N looked at Laxus. His cheeks were still faintly flushed from the words he had been unable to speak, his eyes a little bloodshot from lack of sleep, but his face gave no inkling of what he was thinking. The discussion of the previous night’s events would have to wait. Whether she felt she and Laxus could wait long was another thing entirely. She waved a hand dismissively at the man and informed him they would be on their way soon. He scurried away and they prepared their things, falling back into a more agonising silence.

***

They strode down a long, empty corridor towards the mayor’s office. It wasn’t hard to find, what with it being the only cavern underground that resembled a fully finished room. A large ornate door, clearly scavenged from a church or some other grand building, stood tall, keeping a watchful eye on all visitors.

The entrance was cracked open a little and they could hear the mayor's gravelly voice inside, muttering to himself. As they drew closer, a few words drifted from the office, freezing Y/N to the spot, her hand poised, ready to knock. Laxus noticed her hesitation and raised his eyebrows in question. She shook her head dubiously, her wide eyes unable to focus on her surroundings. Surely she had misheard the mayor’s words…

“May Lord Zeref return.”

A shiver ran down her back and she flinched as though stabbed with a poker as Laxus leaned over her and rapped sharply on the dense wood. The short, elderly man answered at once. He stepped back with his arms spread open in welcome. Catching her horrified reflection in his glasses, Y/N painted a kind smile on her face and extended herself to her full height before stepping inside.

“Welcome! Good morning to you both,” he boomed. “I thought I’d check in and see how things are going with that blasted beast.” He sank into a grand, leather chair behind his desk and rested his chin on his palm, giving them his full attention. If he is an old member of the commune, Y/N thought while taking in his suede suit with thick brass buttons, he certainly didn’t live a similar lifestyle now. Laxus clearly had his own opinion on the man and the mayor’s eagerness wavered momentarily when he snorted in disgust and crossed his arms.

“You know, I don’t remember agreeing to help in the first place,” he sneered, eyes locked onto the wrinkled face.

Y/N thought she saw a flicker of annoyance harden the mayor’s gaze, but his smile grew in reply and he nodded sympathetically.

“You are right,” he said softly, his face forlorn. “I speak on behalf of all the citizens here when I say I sincerely apologise for the way we treated you when you arrived. As I explained to your companion, we are tired of living in fear of the beast, and being unable to fight, back since none of us have any real magic talent, has made us quite desperate.”

“Fine,” Laxus held out his hand after a long pause and the mayor took it. “I agree to help on the condition that we get the money you mentioned to my… companion. Oh, and if you try anything I don’t agree with, I will make everyone here pay the price.” An amber spark shot through his fingers, and the mayor flinched, quickly releasing his grip.

Not waiting for any more pleasantries, Laxus regaled the details of their attempt to confront the wyvern yesterday and Y/N took the opportunity to closely examine the interior. The natural cavern walls were hidden behind large bookcases stuffed with famous titles, moth-eaten tapestries and a large variety of aged paintings. The mayor was seemingly a collector who took pride in the facade his objects offered him. She strolled around the bookcases, scanning the musty contents. Laxus gave her an inconspicuous glance as she completed the full circle, ending up back by his side and letting out a small sigh of relief. There were no apparent links to her past here. No demonic statues. No black books.

“Well, I wish you luck,” said the mayor, pulling Y/N from her thoughts. “I do hope you can help us. A word of warning before you go, some of these buildings are old and unstable. Best to stay on solid ground if you have a choice.”

He regarded her with a fixed grin, his eyes narrowing as if he could read her thoughts. She nodded at him in farewell before following Laxus out into the passageway.

***

The monstrous beast glided in circles around the decrepit church tower, its beady eyes transfixed onto the glittering, gold bell within. Y/N and Laxus clambered out the entrance to the caves below and took shelter in a shallow doorway behind the church, hidden from view.

“Okay, let’s think of a plan,” said Y/N, her eyes glued to the massive, winged creature as it perched on top of the tower roof. “I say we-”

She felt the air shift next to her and whipped around just in time to see Laxus rush into the street, golden energy crackling menacingly around him.

“Glad to see you came back for round two!” he yelled as he rushed forward into the wyvern’s path. The lightning coursed up his right arm and grew in intensity and he slammed his fist into the wyvern’s side. Y/N clamped her hands over her ears, barely filtering out the deafening screams from the beast plummeting to the ground and scattering clouds of dust across the village. Laxus turned to check on Y/N and she cried out as the beast’s head burst forward with unnerving speed, sharp teeth bared and strong jaws prepped to grab onto an unguarded limb. Laxus dodged left. Y/N sprang into the air in a streak of dark energy and hurtled downwards, crashing into the top of the beast’s skull with a crack. She felt Laxus’ reassuring warm hand on the small of her back as she created some distance between herself and the beast, preparing for the next move. The wyvern scrambled away. They both lunged forward to grab onto the spiked tail and Y/N recoiled as Laxus’ boot came into contact with her stomach, nauseating her and jolting her off course. She heard him curse before he was quickly dragged away, leaving her behind.

Sprawled on the ground, she coughed a mouthful of dirt and mentally scanned her aching body. Nothing broken. She hoisted herself up and took a moment to watch Laxus being swung around like a rag doll, leaving her with a twinge of satisfying justice as she clutched her aching abdomen. After a few minutes, he regained his balance and dug his heels into the ground, leaving a deep trail in the dirt and slowing the wyvern. Violent yellow light danced through his body and along the creature. It jerked and twisted, clawing at the source of its pain and Laxus bellowed incoherently as the lightning grew stronger. The beast gave up fighting and started to inch itself towards the church, its roars rattling Y/N to her core. Its eyes fixed unwaveringly onto the shimmering bell.

“Laxus, wait!” Y/N called out. Laxus, unable to hear her over the chaos surrounding them, released the tail and moved closer to the creature’s head. Y/N sprinted towards him, hand outstretched and shouting so hard her throat turned raw. He raised his arm to give the final blow, energy surging around his clenched fist and she crashed into his back, redirecting the lightning towards a collapsed library.

“What are you doing?” Laxus roared, inches from Y/N’s face, and rage lit his eyes. She shrank away and he stumbled backwards once her face came into focus and the light around him extinguished immediately. She furrowed her brows and took a deep breath before pointing towards the bell tower.

“It was trying to get to the tower.”

Laxus turned to the direction she was pointing in and eyed the wyvern warily but it lay still in the dust. It heaved a giant sigh and its gaze remained fixed on the bell. Laxus grunted, acknowledging the peculiarity.

“Did I hurt you badly when I kicked you?” he asked, his expression hidden from her view.

Y/N snorted. “It’ll take more than your boot to take me down.”

They stood in silence for a moment, recovering their strength and composure. The morning’s unspoken words hung heavily above them. Y/N stepped by his side and took his hand. Eventually, Laxus faced her and grinned widely.

“Looks like we’re a bit out of practice,” he said. “We’ll end up killing each other before nightfall.”

Y/N laughed and squeezed his hand gently. Still cautious around the frozen beast, they made their way to the church ruins and climbed the tower. Y/N heaved herself over the edge and gasped. Laxus, not as agile and therefore a bit slower at scaling the wall than she was, called out questioningly and began to pick up the pace. Underneath the bell sat a crate containing three large, shimmering eggs covered in jade scales.

“Well that explains a lot,” Laxus muttered behind her.

Y/N peered down at the unmoving creature. “Wyverns lay eggs in nests, usually caves. There is no way they ended up here naturally.”

“So someone took them? Why?”

“I don’t know,” she said, shrugging her shoulders. “It has to have been one of the villagers. Wyvern eggs are quite valuable but even so, surely they would have said or done something once the attacks started?”

Laxus sighed and ran a hand through his unruly blonde spikes. “I’ll hunt them down and make them talk when we get back but in the meantime, we can’t leave these here.”

After much contemplation and some bickering, they decided to create a basket using the debris littering the town square and attach a rope thick enough for the wyvern to curl its talons around. The creature watched them approach but stayed still, accepting their presence with a sharp exhale. Y/N placed the basket beside the wyvern's head and extended the rope before joining Laxus on his way back underground.

***

Once Y/N reached the bottom of the ladder, Laxus placed his hands on her waist and drew her closer to him.

“So listen… As far as I’m concerned this is a job well done,” he murmured. “You tell the mayor, I’ll pack the bags and we can be on a train by sunset.”

“Deal. I’m sure he can find the thief without our help.”

He kissed her forehead before parting and she watched him until he disappeared around a bend before walking in the opposite direction. A smile played on the corners of her lips and she felt lightheaded as she thought of ideas for their next destination. The snowy mountain tops in search of the best strawberries in all of Fiore? Sailing down a river in Margaret Town together or perhaps relaxing in the hot springs at Pegasus Village? She reached the mayor’s office, rapped a short rhythm on the door and stepped side to side as she waited for a response. Several minutes of silence passed. Eager to head back to the room to help with packing, Y/N gently opened the door and slid inside. Her breath caught in her throat, choking her as she noticed the mayor standing poised like a statue in the shadows of the room.

“Wha-?” she exclaimed, startled and taking a step back.

“I see you found the eggs,” he said quietly. “I believe I hired you to kill the wyvern, NOT to snoop around and give away what isn’t yours.”

Realisation dawned too late and Y/N balle her fists tightly, ready to fight. “You stole her eggs? But why?”

The mayor stepped towards her, tutting, his expression hard and menacing. He brushed her cheek with the back of his hand and cupped her chin, closing the gap between them, the damp sweat on his skin making her shudder.

“You really are like your mother,” he whispered, stale breath caressing her face. “I do hope Zeref can forgive us for her mistakes.”

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hii I love your blog, your headcanons are really fun to read.

I just saw your pasta post and I wanted to ask you, could you write something similar, but with desserts? like, the bachelors and Bachelorettes favorite desserts, I they can cook them or not, etc

Thanks :) I hope you have a nice day

Love this idea! I will absolutely do this. tagging @bored-farmer

🍨 Stardudes Favorite Desserts 🍨

Alex

Despite working at the ice cream stand, he doesn't particularly like ice cream, but he enthusiastically shares suggestions for flavors based on your mood or preferences.

Alex is grateful that the owner lets him experiment with flavors. His latest creation? Pancake ice cream!!! Buttermilk ice cream with maple syrup and chunks of chocolate covered bacon. Oh yeah! Who doesn’t love breakfast?

Evelyn's desserts are the best in the world. He has a very "YOU-CAN-FIGHT-ME-if-you-disagree" mentality about it. He's uber protective of his Granny.

Chocolate chip is his fave. He won't even look at someone else's cookies, but if you're friends with both Evelyn and Alex, he would invite the Farmer to join a baking session. He would purposely throw flour in your hair to be playful.

As a kid, Alex recalls sitting in the kitchen and enjoying a cookie and milk after school. Evelyn would kindly ask about his day and sweep the crumbs off his shirt when he was done.

If in a romantic relationship with him, Alex would be strangely blushy if you swept crumbs off his shirt. He views it as a very caring gesture, and associates feelings of warmth and care with it.

When married to him, Alex is over the moon whenever you bake dog treats for Dusty.

Elliott

This man knows his wines and chocolates. Every chocolate has the perfect pairing. White chocolate and Moscato. Milk chocolate and Pinot Noir. Dark chocolate and Merlot.

Really loves chocolate covered pomegranate seeds. Any kind of chocolate covered fruit really. If you dance with him at the Flower Festival, he will send you chocolate covered strawberry as a thank you.

Leah talked him into painting with chocolate once. It was a messy experience. Watch the hair! Never again.

He savors every experience. He never eats fast. Each bite of exceptional chocolate is followed by a happy little hum.

Is actively petitioning Mayor Lewis for a Stardew Chocolate Festival. If in a relationship with the farmer, he would recommend their chocolate covered fruits and nuts, and suggest chocolate infused honey.

In the fall, he craves your pomegranate crisp. Would borrow an ice cream maker from Marnie to churn homemade fresh vanilla to go with this famous dessert. Probably called Willy over to help. He would show up at the farm, puffing hair out of his face, and surprise you with the dessert.

Harvey

Likes a little mandel bread with his morning coffee. A crisp, twice-baked Jewish cookie like biscotti. He pulls the cookie out of the jar, and nibbles on it while waiting for his coffee to brew. A delightful morning ritual.

His mother taught him how to make Sufganiyot (jelly-filled donuts) served around Hanukkah. Harvey pulls out his rolling pin, apron, and baking tools every year for this tradition. Then he serves the donuts down at the VA. While there he would try to cheer up Kent and Linus. His donuts are one of the only things that make them happy, and he takes pride in bringing joy to these men who served his country.

Harvey wouldn’t keep any donuts for himself. So if there are any leftover, he will pass them out for free at the Winter Night Market. Hey, they go great with coffee.

Closes the clinic for the day to drive to Zuzu in early winter. The city is the only place he can find the traditional Hanukkah gelt (gold coin chocolates) and candied dreidels. If in a relationship with him, he invites you along for the trip. You enjoy jazz during the road trip. He packs hot cocoa in a thermos and an extra scarf for the trip. He’s embarrassed to admit that he forgot an extra cup. You’ll have to share. (now Harvey, is that so bad?) 😉

Sam

Hands down. A root beer float guy. Any kind of soda float guy. Strawberry. Cola. Orange. Grape. Makes funny ice cream moustaches with Vincent. Jodi comes in the kitchen wondering what all the giggling is about.

Would be genuinely so surprised that people make alcoholic root beer. His excitable little grin warms your heart. Doesn’t realize how addicting these are. Would slosh back multiples on the lake pier with Shane (who is very what-the-fizzlesticks about it). Wakes up the next day with a hangover.

Absolutely a breakfast pastry lover. Cinnamon rolls. Muffins. Turnovers. Bagels. Croissants. Danishes. Strudels. Maple bars are, of course, his favorite.

When he was a kid, Kent would take him out early on Saturday mornings so Jodi could sleep in. They would pick up donuts, coffee, and the newspaper. When he arrived back at the house, Sam would whistle the Reveille (the military morning bugle song) to let his mom know they arrived. Jodi hated it, but Kent was secretly so proud his son remembered the song.

Would promise his whole class that he would bring something for the bake sale. Jodi always sighed because she wasn’t “informed,” but she made the desserts anyway.

Sam is pretty abysmal in the kitchen, constantly distracted, missing the timer, running back to the fridge for ingredients he forgot, leaving the oven on after taking stuff out. But if you offered to make sweets with him, he would make his absolute best effort.

An ideal date night would be making cinnamon sticks to eat with pizza drizzled with honey from your farm. If you fell asleep in his room, he would reheat a few in the morning and bring you coffee in bed.

Sebastian

Rolls his own mochi. He gets really into it too. Spends a day picking out the best ingredients.

Makes a cooking music playlist that sounds nothing like what a normal cooking playlist would sound like. Heavy metal, some goth punk, random alternative.

Headphones on, he would cook in the middle of the night. That's when he is least likely to be disturbed. Unless of course Robin is working late on your farm. If she happens in, he gives his mom a taste.

If in a romantic relationship, Seb would invite you to join him in making mochi. And he would carry you home after you passed out at 2am, tuck you in bed, kiss you on the forehead, and leave you mochi in your freezer.

Shane

He's a quick and easy kind of guy. Cookies, candy, ice cream. Gets a good employee discount at Joja so he can stock up on his faves. Best hangover food.

Frequently patronizes Alex's stand in the summertime. The ice cream tastes better. He might even hang out for a bit and chat gridball with Alex if he has nothing better to do.

Sometimes Evelyn leaves him cookies. He likes her rocky road bites. The crunchy sweetness is delicious.

Egg custard tarts are a favorite of his. Best with fresh eggs from the Ranch. Every year Marnie makes it for Shane on his birthday.

If in a romantic relationship with him, he would learn how to hand crank ice cream just for you, with fresh cream from Marnie's ranch and a big bag of ice from Pierre's (once Joja closes, he would get a job there).

Lance

can’t wait until they serve stardrop sorbet at Alex’s ice cream stand. It only happens once a year. Sets his alarm extra early that morning. Shows up before they’re even open.

would be over the moon if you baked him a golden pumpkin pie.

If in a romantic relationship, he comes home just for your kisses - it’s dessert enough. 😘 Brings you a treat from his latest travel spot.

Magnus

working on creating a dessert elixir - it would sweeten any poor quality food for a short time.

anything with black licorice - even in coffee.

definitely likes spooky treats - bat brownies, ghost marshmallows, candy corn pretzel spiders.

bakes winter star cookies every winter. Drops sprinkles all over the kitchen.

appreciates if the Farmer brings him sweets while he’s double checking the magical barrier.

Victor

has expensive taste and knows it. You can blame Olivia.

also loves stardrop sorbet. He makes happy little sounds when he eats it.

loves coffee-flavored desserts. Cappucino mousse is his self-declared favorite, but he enjoys coffee-flavored ice cream in the summers.

waits in line a long time for his favorite truffle popcorn. It may not be a typical dessert, but it’s a delicious snack.

orders tiramisu from a specific bakery in Zuzu City. If in a romantic relationship with the Farmer, he would share.

I'll do the bachelorettes next. Hope you enjoyed!

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It's our last Disney park day!! And what a wonderful day it was. We are waiting for the bus now and I am beat. This was a wonderful trip.

I slept okay last night. When we got back to the room and had showers. I washed my hair. Things were good. We had made a quick stop at the front desk so Jess could get change and we could do some pin exchanging. I ended up dropping my compact mirror and breaking it though and felt a little sad about that. But that is okay. We would get cleaned up and ready for tomorrow, put on Fantasia and went to sleep.

Waking up was a little tough. We decided to take advantage of the early entry but we had to get up so early. And then we would grab breakfast to go. So we were in line for the bus eating our food. Which was honestly fine. I really liked my bagel sandwich even though they out bacon on it and I had to take if off. And we shared the potatoes and then the bus was there!

We got to Magic Kingdom and after we got a few pictures without the big crowds in front of the castle, we headed straight to get Jess coffee. But then we couldn't go on the two rides we were planning on so instead we walked to the other side of the park and once we got there Jess was done her coffee and we got to get right on the Haunted Mansion.

This was very fun. But nothing today was particularly thrilling. It was all the classic and original rides. Which I really did enjoy. I loved seeing the animatronics and seeing the sets and it was just a really good time.

We would jump on a lot of things. After Haunted Mansion we climbed the Swiss Family Robinson tree house. It was really cool to see how they used the boat pieces to make the rooms and it was also fun telling Jess boat facts. Also very silly. I was having a really good time.

We went on a lot of things today. We would go on the Jungle Cruise next. And I loved our skipper. He was really funny. And while it wasn't real animals the scenes were really cute and well done. I still think it's so interesting how many of the rides were rides first and then movies.

We would make it back to Tomorrow Land. Which is where we had tried to start the day but that just didn't work out. We still didn't have much of a wait and we went in the Carousel of Progress. And that animatronic was excellent. The only one I didn't like was the very last one because it was supposed to be modern but was just a little outdated in its guesses about the future? Still very fun.

I had to take a minute to sit down after because I got an email from a reporter about the assault I saw. Apparently the Mayor is offering a reward and they wanted to intervene me. Instead I just wrote him up an account from what I remembered. I also got to see that there is an article about what happened and I'm mentioned as a neighbor. They said the actions of his son and me probably saved his life. Crazy. I hope they find the people who did it.

We would go on the People Mover next. Which was not as long as I expected. I would have liked it to go around more things but I still liked it. Getting to see a lot of Tomorrowland and seeing the insides of things. It was really neat.

While we were on People Mover we saw that there was a car riding/speedway. So I asked to do that. And while we were in line I finished my email to the reporter. And then we got to go on a little drive.

I was very bad at this. The steering wheel was very hard to control. But I was laughing a lot and having a really good time. This was a good day.

We would go and see the most important thing soon after that. We went to see the Tangled themed bathroom. Which honestly was super pretty. I hope they do something with Tangled someday. Love that movie.

As we were walking around near Main Street I saw the uniforms for the one restaurant were very cute baseball uniforms. And I requested to go there because they had a veggie hotdog. Which ended up being more like a sausage but I really liked. We were even able to snag a table. They didn't have gluten free bread so Jess mostly just ate the fries that came with it but we were doing good.

We would go in some shop and wander around the downtown. Jess reminded me that we were planning on getting the silhouettes of ourselves and our cats and it was right there. So we waited in the little line for that.

And the girl who did them was so great. She went to set school too and was a sweetheart. Jess got her and her cat separately and I got me and Sweetp together. I made sure she got his little nose bump. I'm thrilled. We even got them framed.

While we were waiting our turn we got to see a little parade which I didn't expect. I really liked to see the Mary Poppins face character. And I was just in a great mood despite the sun beating on me.

We were going to start heading to the bus to go take our afternoon break but we saw that there was a quartet starting to perform. And after their first song they noticed our birthday buttons and sang just for us. And after they finished we ran away, literally, and made an older lady laugh out loud. We were in such a silly mood.

But my mood would drop fast. The bus took a while to come. And I was exhausted. Jess told me that she was trying to be the strong one but it was a struggle because I got so low so fast. We thought ordering food for pickup would be quick and we could get back to the room. This did not go according to plan.

Though the app said our food was ready, it would take almost 20 more minutes. And it wouldn't have been so infuriating if the staff would actually give us some timeframe of what was happening. Instead of saying sorry and the. Basically ignoring us.

I was very close to falling apart. Jess tried to send me back to the room alone but I stuck it out with her. And we got back to the room at 2.

I very sadly ate my little piece of pizza. Jess would clean herself up. And pretty soon I was just getting in bed and going to sleep.

It took me a while to settle my brain. But once I was asleep I was good. I did spring away at 415 convinced we were supposed to be up at 4 and that caused me to scare Jess awake. Oops.

Then we were both startled by housekeeping knocking on the door so super loud. We were both a little groggy but I answered and they said they could come back. So that would give us a half hour to get redressed and get out of there.

And that is just what we did. We had decided to cancel our dinner reservation and instead just went straight to the park.

Another stop at the lobby to ask for a bandaid. We discovered that they do a photo scavenger hunt so tomorrow we might attempt that. But we got out of there pretty fast. And went back to Magic Kingdom.

The bus was really easy this time and we got there without much issue. And we had some time before the fireworks. And I think we used that time well.

We went on the train which takes you around the park. And while it isn't technically a 'ride' it was still really fun and I loved seeing all the behind the scenes stuff. We even saw construction for Tiana's new area opening later this year.

And when we got off we were at the carnival. Which was really cute. We would go on Private of the Caribbean, Aladdin's magic carpet, a little mermaid ride, and it's a small world. We really packed in as much as we could. We would also buy a few pins and trade a few more. It was a lot of fun.

Around 7 we started to try and figure out where we would watch fireworks. After some moving around we decided Jess would get in line for a churro and popcorn and I would go and find us somewhere.

I found a ledge near a slightly obscured area. And while I waited for Jess I had a really nice conversation with a woman from New York. She is an occupational therapist and hasn't been to magic Kingdom since 1986, when she saw the challenger explode over Disney Word??? What a crazy story. She was really nice.

When Jess joined us we all talked about work and life and our rankings of the park. And when her family joined her son, a 5th grader, asked if I knew what Five Night at Freddy's was and we ended up talking for almost a half hour. Which both Jess and the mom though was bizarre but also probably hilarious. Like I have never played these games but I know them well enough to talk to most kids about it. And if I didn't know something I would phrase it as a question to get him to tell me more. It was good fun. And a great way to waste the half hour before the fireworks started.

I have to say that Epcot's firework show was better. Again this one relied to heavily on projections for my taste, but the fireworks themselves were very impressive and I had a great time. Sitting on the ground. Getting sprinkled with ash. It was honestly super fun.

And when it was over we still had an hour and a half of the park being open. So Jess grabbed onto my purse, we said goodbye to our new friends, and I motored us through the crowd. I only had to push through a few people who were just being so unaware of their bodies. But no one got hurt and I got us to the other side of the plaza.

I bought a few more pins. And we decided that trading pins is more fun then buying the blind bags. I really like the pins I got. Both purchases and traded but there is just something so thrilling about the finding.

We saw that pirates had a 5 minute wait so we went on it again. And I think I liked it more the second time. I had a really great day.

After visiting the Tangled themed bathroom, which was beautiful at night, and wandering down Main Street we decided to call it. And end the day in a high note.

The line for the bus was long. But we made it on the second one that pulled up. We were the last ones on. Pretty nice. And while the standing made it tough to work on my post, and it was incredibly hot to the point I was legit sweaty, we would very soon be back at the hotel.

We paused in the gift shop and I got another traded pin. This one a Duffy Bear cupcake and I was so excited. Jess spotted it first but she let me have it. Love her for that. And then we went going back to our room.

I was a little nauseous. And had to drink a lot of water when we got back to the room but after a shower and putting away my laundry, I feel a lot better. Just very tired.

Tomorrow we are going home. But we still have a lot of day until then. We are going to sleep in a little. Then after breakfast and packing we are going to Disney Springs for the last time. Probably grabbing those last few souvenirs we liked, and after a little lunch, coming back here to get our shuttle to the airport.

Our flight isn't until 530 so we won't be home until late. I am so so so excited to see my husband. Also my cat. And just to be back to the wintertime. This has been such a nice break, and honestly I feel so spoiled by the weather besides everything else. But I also just feel so lucky.

I hope you all sleep great tonight. And I hope tomorrow is a beautiful day. Goodnight everyone. Until next time.

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