#chance boudreaux

[naoa-ao3]

Taxi

Remy sat in the front seat of a yellow taxi cab with a newspaper open, pretending to read it while his eyes watched the street. He was waiting for a Mr. George Finnegan to finish his business meeting. Mr. Finnegan had a wonderful jewel collection that he would soon be relieved of. Remy was going to do the relieving.

He chewed aimlessly on a stick of gum, the busy sounds of New York surrounding him but he'd long since tuned them out. He wished Finnegan would hurry up, he planed to learn the man's daily habits by driving him around for a few days. He checked his watch, he'd been waiting for damn near two hours. He was getting antcy.

Eventually the doors to the big executive building opened and out strolled Mr. George Finnegan himself, completely unaware of the loss he was about to suffer. Remy didn't feel too bad for him, the man was a multimillionaire and his gems were securely insured.

Finnegan hailed his cab and he nearly caused an accident trying to beat another cab to meet him. The other cab driver yelled an insult at him as he almost clipped his rear bumper and he did his best impression of a Yankee cab driver in return, yelling back and giving the man a dirty gesture.

Finnegan climbed in and he hit the timer, it may not have been a real job but that didn't mean he couldn't make a little money while he was at it, over the past week he'd taken several young ladies all over town.

Finnegan gave him the address and then buried himself in his account book, ignoring his driver. Remy grinned, the more the man ignored him the easier it would be to pick him up again. People so seldom paid attention to the driver. He talked easily in a false Queens accent and babbled on about sports and teams and politics. Finnegan paid him no mind what so ever. Just what he wanted.

He dropped the man off at his apartment, a nice, upscale place with good security. Finnegan tipped him appropriately and grunted a thank you and he pulled out, back into the street just as the rain started. A few more days of this an he would have Finnegan's schedule down to perfection.

He drove down the street with the radio turned down low, almost overpowered by the falling rain. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel and hummed, listening to the DJ speed talk. He switched the station to something a little more mellow. No need to get high strung. He took a corner easily and coasted, it was relaxing to drive. He was pretty sure he had the job in his pocket, there was nothing to stress about.

He saw a figure up ahead waving down his cab. It was a young woman by the looks of it, dress soaked and a scarf over her head. She waved frantically and he slowed, she darted in clumsily in the rain. "Thank God." She said.

"Where to?" He asked, fake accent still in place. "Shame about your dress."

She squeezed her hands together wringing out her evening gloves. "Melody Lane."

He cracked a grin and hoped she'd caught it in the mirror but she was looking out the window, decidedly not interested in him. Still, there was something familiar about her. He drove on for a little while longer. "You know, you look awful familiar." He finally said when he couldn't take it anymore."

She turned to look at him in the mirror and a smile seemed to come to her slowly but it was a sad smile just the same. "How are you, Remy?" She said softly.

He hesitated, it was funny how life threw you curve balls when you least expected it. "Hey Belle."

In an elegant motion she drew the scarf from her head and folded it in her lap. "I didn't recognize you." She said.

He nodded. "Me neither." He studied her face in the mirror for a moment. Once a pone a time he had cherished that face. Once a pone a time, a million life times ago he's loved that face and that voice. Maybe part of him still did but he wasn't sure.

She tucked a strand of blond hair behind her ear and watched him. Her eyes looked sad.

An awkward silence filled the cab. It seemed a million years ago that he'd held her. Somewhere in a fairy tale. He'd learned about love with her and but maybe the lesson just hadn't gone very far. He watched her, it was funny how you never really forgot your first love. True he didn't love her the same way anymore and even though he hadn't had much luck lately he knew that wouldn't change.

She didn't ask him why she was in New York because he knew there was probably only one reason and he didn't want to think about it and she didn't ask him, although there were a million possibilities. She didn't even ask him what was up with the cab.

Mostly they just savored the shock of finding each others' company. Who'd have believed they'd meet on a rainy night in New York City? Remy hadn't. But the who'd have thought a grubby little pick pocket would meet the little princess of the Assassin's Guild.

Oh, once a pone a time he'd be able to drive her wild and she him but that was along time ago and if they didn't have anything to talk about it was best they didn't talk about the past. There was too much pain there.

He was nearing her Melody Lane and she was looking out the window. He didn't ask if it was where she was staying. Really there wasn't much to talk about. Whatever they'd had once was long gone.

He stopped the car in front of a large house and she lingered outside the drivers' window looking at him with a faint expression like she was seeing something from long ago and maybe he was too. Then she reached inside her purse and handed him a crumpled fifty It hadn't even been a twenty dollar fare.

She leaned in and he thought for a minute that she was going to kiss him but then she whispered: "Remy, keep the change." She'd just wanted to be close again, just for the briefest of seconds.

Then she turned and walked away into the night. He watched her go and tucked the bill into his shirt. For a split second he was angry with her and the world but then he was only angry with himself and then he wasn't angry at all because there wasn't really anything to be angry about. She hadn't come looking for love and neither had he.

And really both of them had what they wanted, he had freedom and she was the leader of her Assassin's Guild. There wasn't anything else to it. They'd had their shot.

He put the cab in reverse and backed away. He had another long day ahead of him.

Through the too many miles and the too little smiles I still remember you.

#gambit #remy lebeau #belladonna boudreaux #marvel #xmen #x men #x-men #comics #fanfiction #fan fic #fiction #ao3 #archive #old lovers #kind of a song fic #harry chapin #chance meetings #chance meeting #mutants #reunions #past relationships #no romance #complete

[novinare]

📘

spinning the muse roulette wheel! // accepting

📘 for a random headcanon

If they could have any eye color, which color would they choose and why?

Eye colour is a funny thing with Belle! Her own are the same blue as her mother's-- it was something she and her brother both inherited from her. And for that reason, Belle would never change them.

They're a part of her, like her blonde hair, or her training.

But all of her children have their father's eyes... They're a bright, demonic red. The kind of eyes that make people do a double take, and ask uncomfortable questions.

It would have been easy to wish that her children had inherited her eyes, because living with a visible mutation makes life harder.

But those eyes are as much a part of Remy as his sharp wit or his powers.

And she would never wish away part of her children.

#( this was a fun one! ) #( i haven't had the chance to brush the dust off belle in an age! ) #. belladonna boudreaux #voxiiferous

[mediocrevideopodcast]

How about Serafine reacting to the reader proposing to her?

I had a lot of fun with this one! Set of HC's, with a little drabble in-between 🖤 Thank you so much for the request!! 🖤

Pairing: Serafine Savoy/Reader (GN)

Content Warnings: Typical Serafine shenanigans, otherwise none!

Serafine Savoy has been described as many things. Hatchetman, bearcat, witch. But not once has she ever been described as a romantic. 

So if Serafine is with you in the first place… well, it ought to be taken as a point of pride.

Sure, she's had her flings in the past. Plenty of them. But not once has she been in anything long-term. No one's held her interest enough, and no one has ever been able to keep up with her. To even be in a relationship with her in the first place, you must have something special about you. Something that her Maitre Carrefour likes, too. If you've gotten this far, she's certainly a ride-or-die. 

But marriage? Marriage is a whole separate thing. 

She never had the chance to think about marriage as a child. The vague and distant memories of her parents didn't leave a good lasting impression on the concept, and she always found the concept of a ceremony to be, well… boring.

But when the idea of marriage comes up… she gives it thought. 

A lot of which are conflicting. 

She lives an extravagant life -- the closest she's ever been to "settling down" is during the congregation's parties. But that's how she likes it. The adrenaline is what keeps her going, that destructive devotion to the higher power that saved her life is what keeps the blood flowing through her veins. Rifle recoil, ringing ears, and bloody hands are just as important to her as food and water. She couldn't settle down even if she wanted to. 

So really, you can't blame her for wondering: Why? She couldn't be some white picket fence wife, could never give you that life. She can't settle down. And isn't that what marriage is supposed to be about? Settling down? 

But that's the thing: You don't ask her of that. 

You don't ask her to change, to move into some suburban house and leave her life behind. 

You want to marry her because you love her.

You love her. 

Dust and gunpowder settle in the air, heavy with the weight of the shootout just moments before. Serafine laughs, taking your hand as the two of you step through the carnage -- poor bastards couldn't tell the difference between a life and a pretty penny, and in the end it cost them both. You'd say it was a shame, but the adrenaline of a firefight has started to grow on you. 

You'll have to lodge a complaint with the Savoys someday. You can't say you're unhappy, though. Quite the opposite, in fact. 

You look forward at the woman leading you toward the door, admiring her black curls as they start to fall loose from her tight bun. And yet her suit is still unmarred, not a single rip or tear despite the flurry of bullets and claws that had been flying toward the two of you just moments before -- perpetually divine, you've always said. But then your eyes trail further, to your conjoined hands. Little specks of gunpowder dust her hands -- Boudreaux does pack quite a punch after all. 

"Hey, come here" you tug her back gently, squeezing her hand, "Mordecai will have a conniption if we track anything back." 

"Ah, mesye fastidieux," she smiles, "Maitre Carrefour must have chosen quite the path for him. Couldn't have survived a day in the bayou."

You chuckle to yourself, pulling your handkerchief from your pocket to wipe down her hands -- all too aware of the extra weight in your coat. Her hands are soft in your own, even after all these years. 

"Quite the path indeed." 

You look up from your task, catching Serafine's gaze -- Amber eyes already locked on you. Tender, even in the afterglow of such an adrenaline rush. You breathe, shakily, velvet box suddenly feeling like lead. No better time than now. 

"Our path seems rather clear, though." You squeeze her hands, tucking away the cloth before dropping to one knee. Your heart leaps as you watch her face process your actions, eyebrows raising and eyes widening. She stiffens for a moment, but squeezes your hands back. You take yet another shaky breath when she doesn't tell you to rise, and push forward. 

"He doesn't talk to me like he does to you, but I see the fork that he's placed before us. Serafine Savoy, I have no idea what I would do without you. I am changed, wholly and truly, for the better from meeting you. From loving you. Each moment apart is agony, only made bearable with the knowledge that it's only so long before I can return to you. And if you'll have me…" 

You pull the velvet box from your pocket, exposing the shiny gold ring. Her breath hitches, slackjawed for the briefest of moments before smiling. Her eyes crinkle, eyes half lidded as she gazes down at you. 

"...I'd like to dance on the crossroads for you for the rest of my life. Serafine Savoy… will you marry me?"

"Oh, cher," she coos, cupping your face, "You already have me." 

You hop the broom with the congregation at the Maribel in the morning, exchange your vows, and dance until the sky fades to black. But that's where tradition gives out, and your true selves start to shine through

Instead of walking down the aisle the two of you drive down the St. Louis strip, leaving torched cars and fire in your wake in place of rice and flowers. But your joy and laughter rings out all the same, and when the streetlights glint off of your conjoined hands -- stolen gold rings glimmering in the night -- she finds herself smiling brighter than ever before. 

#lackadaisy x reader #serafine savoy x reader #lackadaisy serafine x reader #lackadaisy imagine #lackadaisy imagines

[usafphantom2]

I was asked by Captain Timba @timda_Captain what the crosswind limit was for the SR 71. I asked two SR 71 pilots. Stormy Boudreaux and David Peters These are their answers.

30 knots is Max crosswind component. But routinely we observed as limit: 25 knots on grooved runway and 20 knots on ungrooved wet runway. Operation in the 25-30 knot was a cautionary area.

Stormy’s comment is exactly from the book. Some of things you did was to lower the nose some on aero braking and be a little more cautious with drag chute deployment.

David Peters would there be a chance of drag chute collapse?

Russell Williams not really. What would happen is if the crosswind was strong enough as you slowed down it would tend to pull the nose off to the side. The most important thing in a crosswind is to land straight you really couldn’t land this airplane in a crab. So you used wing down into the wind and rudder to keep the nose straight down the runway.

Mike Relja Crew Chief responded if the cross wind was high enough they couldn't release the drag chute as normal since the heavy D Ring may hit the rudders on the way back. So maintenance would have to go up there, guys collapsing the blossoming chute and another manually disconnecting the D Ring and walking it over the side.

I will try and get your answers to your questions as soon as I can. @Habubrats71 via X

[dogmomwrites]

Find the Words!

Got a doubleheader from @autumnalwalker, so thank you for including me in this game!

I'll be passing this on with soft tags to @sliceofardath, @tyne-sharrow, and @papercutsunset, as well as leaving it an open tag! Your words will be quiet, chance, enter, highlight, and gather. If you can't find one, leave a fun fact about your WIP, OCs, or writing process!

My words were green, dozen, sound, send, and alive for the first tag, and lock, faster, skin, and burn for the second tag. I opted to use mostly various WIPs I don't often share from, so the titles will be after the word I used for that WIP. (most of these have never been edited lmao)

Green (taken from unnamed sequel to unnamed WIP)Jimmy came up behind his mother and held his phone out over her shoulder. “Can you take me to the store?” he asked.

She didn’t answer immediately, instead taking the phone and reading the messages that were pulled up. Then she smiled and shook her head with a soft laugh. “This can’t wait, huh?”

“What’s going on?” Riley asked.

Jimmy shifted the crutch so he could lean over and take a brownie from his mother’s plate. It was a small piece, so he was able to shove the whole square in his mouth. Only then did he respond, and Riley glared at him for the food that muffled his words. “Jess said I had a green mohawk in her dream and I rocked it. She wants a picture to see if she was right.”

“We know what you look like with a mohawk.”

“Not a green one.”

Dozen (taken from Trivial Drivel, the DnD drabble WIP)“I…” I’ll never see you again. How did he tell him that? In spite of his friend’s best efforts, Kiormo knew he mattered to him. After all, Boudreaux had made only one set of Sending Stones even though he was saying farewell to half a dozen travel companions. That he cared to keep in contact was enough to negate his grumpy words.

“Kiormu? Are you there?” Concern was beginning to seep into his words.

“I’m here,” Kiormo said. It might have been comforting if his voice hadn’t slipped to a whisper. That’s just it, isn’t it? That’s the issue—I’m here. And you’re there. You’re both there.

The two he considered himself closest to in all of Ten-Towns, and he’d left them nearly two thousand years in the future.

Sound (Taken from Castle book 5)“What does the horn mean?” Arial asked. “I don’t care if they were trying to make a song or not, it did sound evil. There’s no way Westenboro would have horns like that. And the battle’s already started, so why would the Avrans blow their horns? Does it mean there’s another army?”

Aero let out a soft, almost unintentional scoff. “A third army? No, I do not think so. Reserves, perhaps, but not another army entirely.”

“Reserves?” Nuka echoed, perking up.

So did McKenna. “Does that mean Westenboro’s winning? If the Empire is forced to bring in their reserves—”

“Reserves are not held back as reinforcements for a losing battle,” Saben interrupted. “It means the Empire has fulfilled their strategy. They would bring in the reserves to cut off any retreat, pin Westenboro down, or as a tactic of fear to force Westenboro to break ranks. The warhorn is used to announce the coming of the reserves, for no matter what the plan is, the arrival of any sort of reinforcement is a horror no army wishes to see.”

Send (taken from unnamed sequel to unnamed sequel)The shriek of metal made them all wince. Riley didn’t have to look to know that the hellhounds had finally torn through the Essence of Creation’s hull. He heard a frustrated curse from Luke and held on when Luke began to wrest from his grip. But he wouldn’t let go. They were so close to their own ship, he wouldn’t risk losing Luke. The Essence of Creation needed help, yes, but there wasn’t anything they could do. Even if they fought off the hellhounds, the ship was compromised. It wouldn’t survive space. There were just too many hellhounds to even consider transferring the Quarians from the Essence to any other ship.

His boot landed on the bottom of the ramp just as it began to lift from the stones; he didn’t slow. Luke backpedaled desperately to keep up with his pace, one hand holding onto Riley’s arm, the other raising his rifle to send photon bolts at the hellhounds that snapped at their heels. Captain Jinn stayed right beside them, laying down cover fire for the crew that were behind them.

Alive (taken from Alara at War)He stumbled out of the woods, bleeding from an abdominal wound. Across the field, he could see a girl. They stared at each other for a second. Then he collapsed.

With her dog on her heels, Aelin raced over to where the man had fallen. Even from as far away as she was, she’d seen there was a lot of blood on his shirt. He was still alive when she dropped to her knees in the grass beside him, but barely.

Lock (taken from Borjan Bitch)“Open it!” Francis yelled.

“Sir, don’t you mean, open it, please?” Mark replied.

“Open it, bitch.”

Mark bent over and inspected the box. It was small, solid black, and a perfect square. The only thing on it was a small combination lock. “Can’t open it, sir.”

Francis put his face in his hands and sighed. “Why not? Why the fuck not?”

“It’s locked.”

Faster (taken from Legends and Legacies, the novelization of a homemade Dragonball TTRPG rules-test campaign)“Fuck him up, Fridge!” Ligma said, laughing as the ringleader ran from the fight to hide behind a broken wall at the back of the alley.

Fridge watched the ringleader run for a moment. Raising one hand, he unleashed a rectangular block of ki that reduced the man’s entire body to scorch marks on the ground. Then he looked at the man who lay before Ligma, barely clinging to consciousness.

Grinning, Ligma shot the man with ki.

The last of the thugs saw what happened. His leader was dead and his only other backup was also dead. In a matter of seconds. His nerve broke. Standing from his corner, he attempted to flee the alley, but Fridge was faster. He cut off the escape by knocking the man unconscious. Then, following Ligma’s example, Fridge killed the unconscious man.

The homeless person they’d saved hadn’t waited around to thank them, not that they cared. Ligma didn’t care whether they had lived or died. He just wanted to admire his own strength. And simple Fridge was just following his friend.

Skin (taken from he a dude and stuff happens)Quinn let loose another loud guffaw, slapping his leg. His eyes always seemed to disappear whenever he smiled or laughed. Or made any sort of expression at all. Karl grimaced at the unnecessary volume, but couldn’t hold back a smile.

“You’re funny,” Quinn told him.

“Tell me something I don’t know.”

Not understanding the jest, Quinn frowned. Sure enough, his eyes vanished in the little folds of skin. “Hmm,” he said, then his face lit up. “I got it! Okay, here’s something you probably don’t know: I want to be like you when I grow up!”

Karl had been smiling, expecting the boy to say something along the lines of You’re watering your flowers, hurr durr. He was floored by what Quinn actually said. “Wh-what?”

Quinn beamed, proud of himself. It wasn’t often that Karl was rendered speechless. “Betcha didn’t know that!”

Burn (taken from a different DnD drabble; Campaign One)

“What happened to your village?” Griffin asked.

“What spawns such a question?”

“I know that look. I see it often enough in these godsforsaken lands.”

Sun-Kissed Sands paused in his strumming momentarily to give the birdfolk a long, serious look, then resumed as he said, “A fire drake. Burned everything, as though trying to burn down the whole world. Looked as though there was success.” The simple tune shifted to something more somber. “This one’s mother…the first scent, the first sound this one knew…all gone. Lost even to memory.”

“I’m sorry for your loss,” Griffin said.

“All ones lose in this life.”

#find the words #find the word tag #find the word game #tag game #writer games #open tag #open to everyone #original fiction #original characters #my writing #yavs writing #unnamed wip #unnamed sequel to unnamed wip #castle in the ice series #trivial drivel

[houseboys]

HOUSEBOYS.

an independent, multi-muse blog. penned by cj.

RULES.

OOC

i love chatting ooc. i love plotting and headcanoning our ships/muses, so you can always feel free to come to me ooc. my rules sound kind of rude, but i promise i'm really friendly and a ray of sunshine. my messages are always open for anyone who's interested in possibly plotting/writing/chatting! this is and will forever be a work in progress. my discord is available upon request to mutuals. i also write on discord. my name is cj. i’m twenty-five years old. i’m a black, gay man. don’t be racist or homophobic or transphobic or a piece of shit.  no ooc drama. i simply won’t tolerate it. i prefer my drama in the threads. thanks.  selective. i do work full-time and it does consume a lot of my time, so i will be selective with following and who i interact with. my activity on the dash will be spotty as well. please don’t rush me for replies. please cut your posts, and i prefer using gifs/icons.

SHIPPING / MUSES

none of my muses are straight, just making that known – however none of them are strictly gay either. i love writing m/m ships and i love writing m/f and m/nb ships as well. give me all of those things. this is a multi-ship blog. all of my muses are men of color. do not fetishize them.

IN CHARACTER

this blog will contain NSFW material. i will try my best to tag everything, but i can’t promise that i will be able to.  if there are any triggers that you have, just let me know and i will create a tag to tag posts that contain that content.  with that being said, i won’t follow or write with anyone under the age of eighteen. if i can’t find your age on your blog, chances are i won’t follow back or reply.  i am fine with writing smut. i love writing smut in fact. but i don’t want my plots to be just smut. let the smut be a part of the story.  i will not write: stepcest/incest, noncon/dubcon, watersports, dd/lb/lg, pet play, scat, raceplay.  banned faces: deceased fcs, anyone who has requested to not be roleplayed.

MUSES.

in alphabetical order full bios coming soon... apollo bain (saquon barkley) college athlete/nfl player. pansexual. sebastian barrow (lucien laviscount) bartender. pansexual. saint boudreaux (kofi siriboe) artist. pansexual. jovanni carter (rome flynn) actor/model. pansexual. cain graham (tyler lepley) ad exec. pansexual. channing hall (da'vinchi) occupation. pansexual. arnold lee jones, jr. (michael b. jordan) teacher/coach. bisexual. jabari marcel (jordan calloway) firefighter. homosexual. rhys montague (martin bobb-semple) college athlete. pansexual. kendall nash (brandon p. bell) lawyer. pansexual. kyree pleasant (keith powers) model. pansexual. adrian sterling (yahya abdul-mateen ii) ceo. pansexual. bachelor stone (trevante rhodes) chef. pansexual. griffin tate (michael evans behling) college student. bisexual. gabriel washington (diggy simmons) photographer. pansexual. torrey watkins, jr. (jalen hurts) college athlete/nfl player. pansexual. alex wells (mason gooding) college student. homosexual.

#➛ [ pinned ] ; mun.

[voodonxt]

I N T R O D U C I N G

[ Luka Sabbat, cis male, he/him. ] ✧･ﾟ is that [ Jean-Baptiste Facilier] who just stumbled into town? rumour has it that they’re the [ 26 ] year old child of [ Dr. Facilier ] from [ Princess and the Frog ]. i’ve also heard that they’re [ helpful ] but [ mischievous ] and have [ 2 ] sibling(s). i could almost swear i heard [ I Put A Spell On You by Screamin’ Jay Hawkins ] playing when they appeared. [ Echo (21m), EST, he/him/they/them. ]

:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧ B A S I C S ✧:･ﾟ full name: Jean-Baptiste Facilier ✧:･ﾟ nicknames: ✧: J or JB･ﾟ sexuality: bisexual ✧:･ﾟ occupation: shaman and holistic healer ✧*:･ﾟ star signs: : Scorpio

･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧ A P P E A R A N C E ✧:･ﾟ height: 6'3" ✧:･ﾟ eyes: Hazel (Brown with little flecks of green) ✧:･ﾟ hair: Black ✧:･ﾟ tattoos: A tiki style mask on his right shoulder that looks suspiciously like his father, a hand holding fanned out tarot cards with skulls on the back positioned on his left forearm, and scattered tattoos of needles that make him look like a voodoo doll ✧:･ﾟ other distinguishing features: he has the same type of mustache as his father, but a distinguishing soul patch ✧:･ﾟ style: he is drawn to the eccentric styles like his father, but enjoys less fanciful outfits such as leather. He loves jewelry and wears multiple rings on each hand at any given moment, he has necklaces (usually wears 3 or so).

･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧ P E R S O N A L I T Y ✧:･ﾟ traits: helpful, mischievous, flamboyant (much like his father), and passionate ✧:･ﾟ aesthetics: shaman stuff, accupuncture needles, tiki masks, voodoo dolls ✧:･ﾟ secret talent: He is actually quite a great singer and guitar player:･ﾟ dislikes: being called "witch doctor" due to his dad's transgressions, prefers the term shaman or holistic healer ✧:･ﾟ fears: being associated with his father's misdeeds and rats ✧:･ﾟ hobbies: dancing, singing, guitar, and reading ✧*:･ﾟ quirks: pulls his ear when he is nervous (some may think its a holistic medicine thing, but hes just uncomfortable), he loves an outlandish story even if he knows it isn't true.

･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧ F A M I L Y ✧:･ﾟ mother: Babette Delacroix ✧:･ﾟ father: Dr. Facilier ✧:･ﾟ siblings: Calliope (Half-Sister), open sibling ✧:･ﾟ pets: Eastern Hognose Snake (named Boudreaux) ✧*:･ﾟ notable close relatives: Dr. Facilier, Calliope, open sibling, his maternal aunt Dorothy Delacroix (surrogate mother)

:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧ B I O G R A P H Y

bio warning: mental illness, death

Jean-Baptiste Facilier doesn't know a lot about his mother other than she was the one who named him, and that shortly after his birth, she was admitted to an asylum. According to his aunt Dorothy, she always babbled about how a Shadow Man was coming to take her baby away. Shortly after she was admitted, she died of unknown reasons in the hospital. So he never really got the chance to know her for himself. Though aside from all of that, he had a normal childhood. His aunt Dorothy gave him an education from home and taught him many things, ranging from sewing and arithmatic to dance and reading. He never really had questions about his father until he entered his teen years. His aunt had never met the man, and the only clue he had to go on was his given last name. It had to belong to his father right.

When JB was seventeen, he finally went out to seek his father, which he did. He didn't quite like the man his father was, but he wasn't surprised to see how dastardly the doctor was given the fact that he was absent through his life. Regardless he worked to build a relationship with his father and his half-sister, Calliope. As it turns out, Calliope was pulling a con of her own against their father. Though Jean-Baptiste could see right through it, he wasn't about to blow the whistle on her. The doctor along with Calliope gladly taught him about the other side, before he disappeared once again into the night. All that remained were whispers in the streets of a shadow man. J wondered if maybe that was who his mother rambled about. Maybe she wasn't crazy after all. Maybe his father let JB find him.

It didn't take long for Jean-Baptiste to realize that he wanted to use his newfound skills to help people rather than trick and deceive. He received an education in medicine and used his skills along with the knowledge he gained to become a holistic healer. He decided to return to his father's old shop after his education only to find that his half-sister was now running it. He decided to take her up on an offer to work there with her. Using his skills to heal peoples' minds, bodies, and spirits.

#scatteredintro #Jean Baptiste Facilier

[hollowscreekrp]

Spooky month is here and with that we have a few interesting announcements!

First and most important of them all...

      HAPPY FIRST ANNIVERSARY HOLLOW’S CREEK RP!

As you read! We just turned 1! 

And we’re super thankful with all the people who had been part of this fantastic group. Thank you for your time, for your muses, your stories, your wonderful attitude towards every single step of our little group and especially for giving us a chance.

Secondly, the festivities of the month:

Oct 9th - Seth Winfred's birthday: We can’t wait for the cake!

Oct10th -   🌕 FULL MOON (Hunter's Moon):Those cute fluffy big dogs might not be dogs so be careful!

Oct 27th - Erik Drakon’s birthday: Will his party be as awesome as last year?

Oct 31st - We have a Triple treat! Halloween and two birthdays: Congratulations Micah Boudreaux and Elise Black!

Third of all:

We’ll have our Second Writing Challenge on Thursday, October 6th. Here’s some information about it:

The theme is gonna be randomly chosen so keep tuned to find which one it will be.

This time the format will be in self para mode!

It’s not mandatory so everyone is free to participate if they feel inspired to write and share a bit of your muses’ story.

There’s no length limit and you will have a month before the next challenge is announced to complete the activity.

And last but not least!

We’re having a Halloween party! IC the event will last one night but OOC we’ll have a full week for those interactions. More information will be posted as we approach the event day!

As usual, we’re always open to suggestion and ideas for all our activities so don't hesitate to reach out if you have any ideas!

OOC: Please like this post to make sure it reached everyone!

#hollowscreekannouncement #hollowscreekwritingchallenge #hollowscreekevent #importanthollowscreek #supernatural rp #admin bee

[giveamadeuschohisownmovie]

I watched “Hard Target” (1993) for the first time. Going into the movie, I knew that the reviews for the movie were mixed, but there’s also a strong cult following because of the action scenes. Now that I watched the movie, I can see why the reception is split.

On one hand, I get the critics’ perspective. The movie is way too short and the plot doesn’t really go anywhere interesting. The movie is set up like a mystery-thriller, but then devolves into action sequences where everything is solved through killing. It’s strange because I’ve seen “Hardboiled” and “The Killer” and even though both movies also devolve into drawn out action sequences, they each had a strong-enough plot to keep you interested. I feel like John Woo’s writers dropped the ball because they had an interesting premise, but didn’t know what to do with it. Even Jean-Claude Van Damme said that he thought the script was bad.

As one example of the many faults of the script of “Hard Target”, I honestly feel that you can cut out Natasha Binder and merge her storyline with Chance Boudreaux. Just tweak the story so that Van Damme is the one looking for his dad, learns that he was killed by the mercenaries, and then decides to wage a one-man war against them. Natasha just doesn’t do anything in the second half of the movie. It’s like the screenwriter forgot that she existed, or that they didn’t know what to do with her character. As a side note, the fact that the main female character feels useless to the storyline is not a good look.

But…but…them action scenes though. I also understand why this movie generated a strong cult following because these were some fricking good fight scenes. Mind you, the fight scenes were extremely unrealistic, especially since Van Damme seemed to have 40-round magazines in each of his pistols. But in the moment, you don’t care because you’re in awe of how beautifully directed these action scenes were. It’s like violent ballet, you have to appreciate the choreography since you can tell a lot of work went into it.

Also, it’s not like the movie was all bad. Van Damme, Lance Henriksen, and Arnold Vosloo really carry this movie with their charisma and energy. The music was good. The premise of the story is at least interesting. And, last but not least…Van Damme punches a rattlesnake.

For a letter grade…let’s say C+ or B-. It’s the kind of movie where, on repeated viewings, you’ll probably skip the mediocre first half in order to watch the badass second half.

#hard target #hard Target 1993 #1993 movies #1990s movies #john woo #jean claude van damme #Jean Claude #van damme #jcvd #lance henriksen #arnold vosloo #yancy butler #wilford brimley #action movies #movie review #film review #action movie #action film #action hero #action genre #shoot em up

[berryscaryskies]

the lil sweet pea herself!

-Perdita Boudreaux is a little bit of an Airhead, she spends most of her time with her head in a book and fantasizing about love. And she's pretty much always been like this! having her head in the clouds and the unescapable infamy of her father (and her mother's family too tbh) made it kinda hard to make friends for a really long time. After her dad scaring off one too many potential friends Perdita, not having a ton of common sense, decided the only option was to run away to somewhere far from her family legacy. So obvi she moved to an old family vacation home in Copperdale that her dad once took her too while hiding out during the divorce.

-Not story related, but I had actually considered having a mini rags to riches thing going on for 9th gen, but by the time Perdita was a fleshed out character it just didn't seem like something she'd do. It made more sense to me that she'd "run away" but go somewhere cozy and luxurious that her dad actually still has full access too. In fact I found Adriel coming over constantly without invitation to be rather funny. In Perdita's mind she's run away and is now having to fend for herself somewhere far away, but in reality her parents are fully aware of where she is and generally helping her stay afloat even if they aren't communicating with her much atm.

-Copperdale is one of Perdita's favorite places in the world, she loves the small town energy and the peer is generally one of her favorite places to people watch and just sit down to write and work on her novels, she also loves the library. She has all her dates there because Thrift Tea is too popular and she doesn't like the crowds. She actually had a bunch of fun romance shenanigans.

-so you see Perdita to start off with trying to make as many possible friends as she could upon entering Copperdale high, finally away from the family name she thought it was the perfect chance for people to get to know her. The core friend group though consisted of Pierce, Cora, Anne, and Keon. Keon and Cora are a year above the rest of them and as such age out of high school a bit sooner. Anne for most of high school is fairly distant due to depression. Cora has feelings for Anne but Anne honestly doesn't even really talk to Cora much or know about this until she's already gotten with Perdita. Perdita and Anne start as friends but eventually start developing feelings for each other, this is slow and takes the entirety of high school to work out.

-The you've got the boys, Keon is Perdita's first boyfriend, they actually met at the library rather than at school and because of this Perdita was absolutely smitten with him. He's sweetheart, but she was always way more into him than he was into her. Plus the slight age gap and this difference in how invested they each were in the relationship is what eventually led to their break up right before prom. Meanwhile you've got Pierce! Pierce has been Perdita's very best friend since the first day of school, she became incredibly close to him very quick and views him as a bit of a brother to her. He was the only one who knew she was living by herself at first. Little did she know that Pierce actually had developed feelings for her and was utterly heartbroken when she first got with Keon. And, ya know, not willing to admit to his crush to anyone he wound up developing a sort of one-sided disdain for Keon. It certainly didn't help matters that it was Pierce she'd go to whenever Keon would stand her up on dates or reject her advances. 

-Pierce eventually got over his crush on Perdita, and is the only one that her and Anne remain close to outside of High School. Seeing as Perdita doesn't want much to do with Keon anymore and Cora skeeved Anne out from asking her out multiple times after she got with Perdita. He even helped with the conception of Lovely once the two were looking towards having another kid(Minks counts as their first one imo).

-Speaking of Anne she is so interesting, cuz literally throughout all of high school she was sad because her PARENTS DIED, and they left her with a toddler to take care of!!!! And to make it worse even way later once Anne moves in with Perdita she is constantly getting new notifications about someone having died, whether that be an aunt or uncle or some older person she was friends with for some reason. Its honestly nonstop deaths for Anne, to the point where despite only being a Young Adult she has a fear of death!! poor girl, Perdita's always there for support.

-Perdita and Anne pretty much raised Minks together, she's trans and honestly kind of emo, but she's also a very warm person and surprisingly takes after Perdita quite a bit with her love of books. Unlike Perdita though she loves being outside and is a little scared of the dark so really enjoys sitting outside in the sunlight all day. I adore Minks she's such a pretty sim.

-It was actually growing closer to Anne and Minks early into their relationship that convinced Perdita to reach back out to her dad. Leandro was a bit sad to have seen the ways his darling daughter had grown up without him during this period of time, but more than that he's happy to be able to be in her and Lovely's lives. He even gets along rather well with Minks and appreciates Anne for having brought them back together.

Perdita, Anne, and Minks

#shadow moon #my sims #my art

[thanksforthedinosaur]

july 2022

1. natalie evans - between the ground and sky 2. solace - life can be beautiful 3. siv jakobsen - birthday 4. long neck - crabby 5. miya folick - ordinary 6. margot & the nuclear so and so's - lost as a lamb 7. jenny owen youngs - lost 8. angel olsen - ghost on 9. rachel bobbitt - what about the kids 10. ichiko aoba - hello 11. emily yacina - white bull 12. katie bejsiuk - vespers 13. jessica boudreaux - cruel summer 14. baseball gregg - cilantro grass 15. queen of jeans - was i ever 16. carmody - trespasser 17. alex g - runner 18. jb dunckel - sex ufo 19. hazel english - blue light 20. daisy the great - easy 21. metric - what feels like eternity 22. soccer mommy - feel it all the time 23. julia jacklin - i was neon 24. layne - she likes boys 25. day wave - see you when the end's near 26. turnover - wait too long 27. pale waves - reasons to live 28. sasami - tried to understand 29. the beths - silence is golden 30. joyce manor - did you ever know? 31. the darling fire - machina 32. jimmy eat world - something loud 33. anthony green - trading doses 34. goon - ochre 35. options - nothing 36. ranasol - oath 37. pianos become the teeth - genevieve 38. smash mouth - never gonna give you up 39. noah cyrus - ready to go 40. chloe moriondo - take your time (acoustic) 41. charlie houston - comfortable 42. king princess - cursed 43. carly gibert - game for two 44. claud - go home! 45. wizthemc - fck love 46. beabadoobee - 10:36 47. sophie cates - nasty 48. exes - toothpaste 49. mothica - bedtime stories 50. heather sommer - me to a stranger 51. salem ilese - crypto ₿oy 52. natasha hunt lee - bad mood 53. milk & bone - borders 54. purity ring - watersong 55. sub urban - paramour 56. julia wolf - hot killer 57. willow - <maybe> it's my fault 58. tove styrke - hardcore 59. hayley kiyoko - deep in the woods 60. muna - loose garment 61. mallory merk - thorns 62. ouioui - (empty) 63. michelle - fool 4 u 64. sara diamond - riverside 65. dua saleh - chosen 66. biig piig - fun 67. misogi - gossip 68. san holo - we will meet again 69. lizzo - grrrls 70. muni long - baby boo 71. post malone - i like you (a happier song) 72. cassie marin - floating 73. tate mcrae - feel like shit 74. summer soul - 0% battery 75. eddie benjamin - only you 76. jay squared - sugar! 77. princess nokia - diva 78. chance the rapper - the highs & the lows 79. jean deaux - chopnscrew 80. logic - in my lifetime https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2ZSZU77mEj8X3D91lM0Qar?si=7b6ce8f27cf34575

#mae makes playlists

[allthingsdarkanddirty]

SEXY. SUSPENSEFUL. AND NOW LIVE! Tell Me by Quinn Marlowe is here!!

Universal: https://geni.us/TellMe

Everyone thought they knew who I was.

Well. They thought they had an idea.

The truth is, they don’t have a clue, and I’ve worked very hard to keep it that way. My past, my connections, my true identity… Those are all things that belong to me, and me alone. Because if they knew who I actually was, everything would change. And I’ve never been willing to let that happen.

But when my adopted families, the Rossis and Brennans, find themselves in an impossible situation, at war with an unidentified stranger who has an unknown number of men, things get serious quickly. The Rossis and Brennans are outnumbered, outgunned, and in trouble, and for the first time in my memory, the Rossi brothers don’t know how to get out of a sticky situation. Quick thinking and luck aren’t going to save them when they’re outmanned. Charm isn’t going to give them the salvation they need. Because they need an army. And they don’t have one.

I, however…

Well, I do. If I take the chance of going home. If I face not only my father, but also my family and the man I was supposed to marry, but ran out on. Lucien Boudreaux is just as charming as the Rossis and twice as dangerous.

He took my virginity. He stole my heart and then broke it.

So I broke his right back.

And now I’m going back to New Orleans to see whether he’s forgiven me yet. Because the Rossis need me. And when it comes to the Rossis, I’ll do anything it takes to save them.

Even if it means facing my past, and the man who might still have a tight enough hold on my heart to change my life.

Tell Me is the second in the New York Rogues: Brooks Peterson series, and is a spicy, spooky, suspenseful story full of guns, intrigue, and lost-but-not-forgotten loves who come back to haunt you. This story takes place on the same time as Her Master, the last in the Rossi series.

About Quinn:

Quinn Marlowe is the bestselling author of the Rossi and Southern Heroes series and a certified California girl. After studying English and film at UCLA, she decided to pursue storytelling full time. She loves red wine, cheesecake, perfect hash browns, really good punk rock, fast cars, autumn, and cooking, but she is most likely to be found spending time with her horses, snuggling her dogs, or taking orders from her small army of cats. She is a professional eye roller with a penchant for swearing like a sailor, and some of her favorite people (her nephews) are convinced she is a spy. She makes her home in San Diego with her loving husband and her prized collections of books and lipstick, neither of which ever fail to lift her spirits when she's feeling down. 

Follow Quinn Online! Amazon: https://amzn.to/3qoxxq9 BookBub: https://bit.ly/3x9iX9Y Facebook: https://bit.ly/3BpUy2g Goodreads: https://bit.ly/3Qvq2s2 Instagram: http://instagram.com/Quinn.Marlowe TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@quinnmarloweauthor Twitter: https://twitter.com/quinnmarlowe Web: https://quinnmarlowe.com 

#releaseblitz #releaseblast #releaseday #bookbirthday #booklaunch #newbooks #romancenovels #romanticsuspense #tellme #newyorkrogues #newyorkroguesbrookspeterson #mafiaromance #crimeromance #romanticthriller #booklovers #readers #readmoreromance #bookbuzz #booknews

[cajunscabinet]

Cat's Chance in Hell is LIVE on audio. Greg Tremblay/Boudreaux

BLURB:   When a feline fatale meets his magical match, Baltimore might just go up in flames. I, Carter Strike, Siamese shifter extraordinaire and a powerful demon’s right-hand cat . . .er, man, have a job to do. My boss’ boy toy is in the crosshairs of an unknown assassin. And when my boss is unhappy, all of Charm City burns. That’s where I come in. Intel is my specialty and leads me to the…

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[abiothic]

:O

i see you're making ocs

I'M OUT OF IDEAS CAN U PLZ MAKE ME ONEEEE

the last one I made is a female voodoo doll I named Boudreaux but I won't show her until the 14th

I want some kind of voodoo doll oc

She sounds very cool! I'd love to make you an OC! In fact, one of my posts on Instagram was a voodoo doll, but I never got the chance to give it away! (And you may not have Instagram)

Thank you! Have a cookie comrade 🍪

#explore #commission #voodoo #digital art #voodoo doll #cookies #thanks!

[toodlerbundleofficial]

Infant Checklist: For the First 6 Weeks - Toddler Bundles

Child Essentials

We as a whole know that is generally for our delight, not the child's. However long they have the essential layette, they're all set!

Layette Checklist:

•             Onesies

•             One-piece nightgown

•             Sweaters/coats

•             Socks/booties

•             Gentle cleanser

Obviously, the nursery is one more tomfoolery spot to spend your cash, yet your Newborn essentials will, once more, just need a couple of rudiments.

Nursery Checklist:

•             Onesies

•             One-piece nightgown

•             Sweaters/coats

•             Socks/booties

•             Gentle cleanser

My child, who loves dozing under a weighted cover, is as yet battling with the possibility that his niece doesn't get a sweeping in her den. Yet, she actually needs a couple of things in her den.

What's more, the delicate stuff can hang out in the bunk and look pretty when the child isn't in the lodging!

Child Bedding Checklist:

•             fitted lodging sheets

•             launder able lodging bedding cushions

•             sleeping cushion defender

•             Light getting covers

•             Wearable cover/sleep bag

Shower time can go one way or another relying upon how much your child partakes in the water. Out of our 5, we had a couple that truly didn't appreciate it. We'll perceive the way the excellent child likes it!

Shower Checklist:

•             Child bath

•             Child cleanser

•             Child body wash

•             Delicate washcloths

•             Hooded child towels (or possibly a few delicate towels)

•             Child hairbrush

Obviously, after shower your little beloved newborn will undoubtedly require a diaper. Presently, everybody has their perspective on which (expendable) diaper brand you ought to utilize, all I know is after 5 children, this is the main brand I trust.

Furthermore, I settled on that choice with my initial one, attempted one more brand with #2 and again with #3, and went right back to my best option. Well, all things considered. So it's additionally the only one our little girl trusts.

Presently, what else other than diapers is associated with diapering?

Diaper Time Checklist:

•             changing table or mat

•             diaper changing station

•             diaper cream, (for example, Boudreaux's Butt Paste Diaper Rash Ointment; it gives the thickest hindrance of security against diaper rash)

•             Child wipes (Water Wipes are an extraordinary sensitivity free choice)

•             Diaper bucket (discretionary)

•             diaper pack/caddy

•             Waterproof evolving cushion (more straightforward to wash and tidy up)

Now and again, this is likewise the best chance to contemplate or see any medical problems or preparing.

Wellbeing Checklist:

•             Child nail trimmers or obtuse scissors

•             Child thermometer

•             Child First Aid Kit

•             Gas drops, for example, Gripe Water

•             Baby fever minimizer

•             Bulb needle or child nasal suction tool

Prepared to take care of your child?

Whether breastfeeding or bottle-taking care of, there are taking care of basics to assist with making the cycle go smoother.

Taking care of Essentials:

•             Containers and areolas (regardless of whether breastfeeding, these are perfect for supplemental feedings and for milk capacity in the wake of siphoning)

•             siphon (talking about breastfeeding)

•             Milk capacity sacks

•             Nursing cushions

•             Nursing bra

•             Areola cream

•             burp fabrics

•             Face cloths

•             Bottle brush

•             Bottle hotter (incredible for late-night bottle feedings or when Dad is in control with containers of frozen milk for the child)

•             nursing cushion (The Boppy® Feeding and Infant Support Pillow not just lifts children to a more ergonomic situation for agreeable feedings, yet in addition advances to help them as they develop offering the ideal spot for setting, stomach time, or sitting!)

•             Recipe (clearly fundamental for bottle-taking care of mothers)

•             Pacifiers (discretionary, obviously)

Furthermore, maybe the greatest arrangement of infant fundamentals is in the child gear classification. You never acknowledge how much your child needs until you begin searching for that ideal vehicle seat!

Child Gear Checklist:

•             newborn child/convertible vehicle seat (convertible vehicle seats can change over from back looking to front oriented and oblige babies up to 30-to 40-pounds)

•             Carriage

•             Child transporter (There are a few to browse, yet just a single Dad Shirt™! The Lalabu Dad Shirt is the first babywearing shirt planned only for fathers. All alone, it's an energetic V-neck shirt. Slide child into the comfortable pocket, and it's another father's least demanding method for holding with child!)

•             Child rocker/swing

•             Child bouncer

•             High seat

•             playard

•             Stomach mat

Golly! Okay, presently here are a couple discretionary (in view of your viewpoints or exploration), yet still moderately functional things you might need to add to your vault or list of things to get for your infant:

Extra Items:

•             swaddler

•             Cool fog humidifier

•             Infant caps

•             No-scratch gloves

•             Plastic holders

•             Nursing/vehicle seat cover

•             Newborn child toys

•             Versatile

•             Night light

•             Medication spoon

•             Travel-size wipes holder

•             protected bottle holder

•             Pacifier cut or WubbaNub

Above all however, give that child heaps of adoration and warmth. Other than evolving, taking care of, and dozing, it's all your Newborn essentials!

#newborn baby items #newborn essentials #baby bath float #newborn baby stuff #baby supplies #essential kitchen items #kitchen essentials #baby products #online baby store #baby electric nail trimmer #newborn diaper bag

[odk-2]

Barbara George - I Know (You Don't Love Me No More) (1961) Barbara George from:  "I Know (You Don't Love Me No More)" / "Love (Is Just a Chance You Take)"

R&B | New Orleans R&B

JukeHostUK (left click = play) (320kbps)

Personnel: Barbara George: Lead Vocals / Backing Vocals

New Orleans Studio Musicians: The A.F.O. Studio Combo: Harold Battiste: Piano Melvin Lastie: Cornet Alvin Tyler: Saxophone Roy Montrell: Guitar Peter "Chuck" Badie: Bass John Boudreaux: Drums

Recorded: @ The J&M Studios during June of 1961 in New Orleans, Louisiana

A.F.O. Records Lana Records

"I Know..." reached #1 on the Billboard R&B Singles Chart and #3 on Billboard's The Hot 100 Pop Chart

The J&M Studios in New Orleans, Louisiana Cosimo Matassa: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cosimo_Matassa

Cosimo Matassa

#Cosimo Matassa #Barbara George #I Know (You Don't Love Me No More) #I Know #A.F.O. Records #Lana Records #New Orleans R&B #R&B