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strawberrystepmom · 5 months

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gojo x f!reader. cw: food mentions and suggestive theming. he refers to reader as sunshine.

this is a bit of a love language exploration. reader’s giving love language is acts of service (😔 never beating those allegations) and gojo’s is giving physical touch with a dose of words of affirmation. wc 1.3k

divider thanks to @/cafekitsune

There are times when the simple daily acts of taking care of Satoru feel like the sole thing you were put on earth to do.

Not in the fashion of the maids he was raised by, tutting over his wrinkled yukatas and forcing him to eat the slimy natto he’d swallow through a pout with eyes as watery as the oceans that color them, but as if you’re the well from which his energy springs. He wouldn’t think about little things like slowing down to eat, rest, drink, and enjoy without someone there to remind him to do it. The curse and blessing of being as close to otherworldly as one can be without entering the uncanny valley.

This realization came to you long before you admitted to anyone that you were enamored with him. Back when you were a pair of bratty teenagers and you’d only ever seen him munch on konpeito with a hand wrapped around a bottle of melon soda to wash the scratchy sugar crystals down. You were appalled at how little he cared about himself (you didn’t take excellent care of yourself either in those days, judgmental one…) but you took it upon yourself to start taking better care of yourself and him by proxy in the process. A small act of compassion for a friend would never hurt, you reasoned easily at 17.

At that point, your role was merely sharing bentos or onigiri you made for yourself with him, trading a bite of your tuna filled rice for a sip of his soda - the indirect kiss aspect of this ritual made him giddy for more years than he’d like to admit aloud - or some of the star shaped sugar crystals in his palm that he’d toss between your lips and teeth when you’d open your mouth wide enough to catch them.

(You’d stick your tongue out far enough to allow him to watch the sugar melt away and turn into a colorful splotch. His big eyes, animated as ever, widened further with each bright green and orange spot that appeared and washed away in a flash. This little ritual is also how both of you learned to French kiss but that’s a memory to reminisce upon another morning.)

The two of you experienced some terrible things your first year and his second year of high school. A certain part of you felt bad for how unapproachable and closed off he seemed after Suguru’s departure and you know now that the acts of kindness had a larger impact than intended. A stray cat that gets fed always returns, after all.

He keeps returning. You thank the stars above morning, noon, and night.

Now, caring for him is as steady and effortless as the click, click, click of the knob thay controls the flow of gas on your stove as a flame ignites beneath your rectangle shaped tamagoyaki pan. Oil sizzles and the sound of it mingles with the shower running across the apartment and Gojo’s singing that is somehow louder than both of these happenings.

No wonder the neighbors hate you.

Whatever off key song he has come up with at least makes you giggle while pouring enough egg into the pan to start the process of making breakfast. Some days you are both too busy to sit down and share these moments but you still make sure he eats, a bento always tucked into his bag that matches the one in yours. Thankfully you are both off today so you get to enjoy the process rather than rush through it.

“It smells amazing.”

You didn’t hear him shut off the shower, too busy pouring and positioning egg to notice wet footsteps across the floor and heading directly toward you. A towel is slung carelessly over his hips and you giggle when he drapes himself over your shoulder, his hands dangling down the front of you. Shifting your face, you meet his with a smile and pretend to frown when water droplets fall out of his hair and onto your shirt.

“Whatever happened to good morning?”

He looks up at you from the corner of his eye and then feigns a bright idea coming into his head, shaking it and making more droplets fall on you at the same time. Giggling, you try to simultaneously monitor your eggs and him at the same time.

“You’re so right, how could I forget!” He clears his throat dramatically and stands up, hands wrapping around your waist. He bends to whisper in your ear. “Good morning, sunshine.”

You glance up at him with a too fond smile. When did you become so soft? You’re no better than the sugar that used to melt on your tongue, more than charmed by his sweet words and tender touches. It may be written all over your face but you do your best to hide it, raising your brows and sighing dramatically.

“That’s better.”

Clicking off the heat and shooing him as much as you possibly can, you pull the hot pan off of the stove and deposit your eggs onto a cutting board. Even a few seconds of time apart makes Satoru antsy so he’s by your side long before you can miss him, an arm draped around your shoulder and a hand on his hip.

“Thank you for doing this. I know the sun makes you hiss before 10 so it means a lot.”

Rolling your eyes, you slice the tamagoyaki and he hums his approval immediately. Steam wafts through the air and you have to admit that it’s making your mouth water, too.

“You’re the only person I’d do it for,” you mutter under your breath and he laughs, leaning to kiss your cheek. “You’re a liar. You’d do this for anyone who needed it.”

You continue slicing and he removes his hand from his hip, reaching to grab one of the already cooling slices off of the cutting board and stuffing it into his mouth. It’s still too hot and whatever he was going to say next is lost completely when he burns his tongue. He breathes through his mouth for a second to cool the eggs down the rest of the way and you groan.

“Mouth closed. You’re an adult, I shouldn’t have to tell you this.”

Now that it has been sufficiently cooled down, he chews the mouthful and swallows. He knows you’re joking so there’s no hurt feelings, just a cheeky grin and a dramatic eye roll.

“I was going to say, before your breakfast tried to murder me, that I’m grateful you do it for me and not just because we live together.”

The way he beams down at you is all the thanks you need, his smile as big as he is, but the words make you squirm. You’ve never been good at accepting praise or compliments no matter the amount of them you’ve been given.

“Yeah, yeah. I did it willingly when I was just your late night call too, I know.” He scoffs and shakes his head, reaching for another piece of egg. You slap his hand away playfully. “You’ve never been just a late night call to me, you know that.”

This is true and you lean into his side, aware again that he’s naked except for that damn towel. Wrapping your arm around his waist, you tickle his side and he whines.

“Go get dressed. I’m feeding you natto this morning.”

Satoru Gojo, alleged grown man, whines again. Loudly, childishly, pathetically. You giggle at his dramatics and slump when he puts most of his weight on your shoulder, drooping.

“Really?” He asks and you shake your head. “No, we’re having salmon. Go get dressed.”

He shakes his hips and the towel wrapped around them threatens to fall right in the kitchen and you tap his side with a coy smile.

“Goooooo,” you urge. “The sooner you do the sooner we can eat and then our day can really begin.”

Raising your eyebrows suggestively, he picks up on your meaning immediately and holds the knot of the towel against him while he hurries to your room to pull on some sweatpants. They’re his favorite for easy access and he’s more than prepared to give you his thanks in the form of as many orgasms as you want as soon as you’ve both fueled up.

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #kendall writes #satoken

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fairwellersmustache · 2 years

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Thinking about a Leverage Regency AU and how easy it would be…

The place is London. The year is 18—

Rev. Nathaniel Ford: a disgraced Irish vicar. (Sorry Nate, I couldn’t make the Catholicism work; you’re a Protestant now 😔✊) Fell out with God after losing his son, Samuel. Then he subsequently fell out with his patron, an Earl, who would not fund an expensive surgeon for Sam’s care, and finally with his wife, Margaret. Displaced from his station, his credibility, and power as an agent to nobility, Nate moves quietly to London, hoping to realize his revenge or to drink himself to death - whichever comes first. His parish is now being preached to by a Rev. James Sterling.

Mrs. Sophie Devereaux: a spy through and through. She might actually be a duchess, but didn’t you see her in that terrible play on Drury Lane? No one’s really sure. In society, she’s viewed as an eccentric and slightly mysterious salon hostess, but that cover allowed her to play the British and the French governments throughout the end of the 18th century. A metropolitan girl at heart, she’ll never be found in the country unless planning to procure a particular pièce d’art from one of the gaudy estate manors there.

Mr. Elliot Spencer: began his career at 9, as a cabin boy for a naval vessel. He saw the world twice over, but also witnessed the cruel hierarchy between officers and sailors first hand. He roved through the navy and the army doing little more than grunt work, but studied the martial and combat techniques of every place he went. Now he’s just trying to live the quiet life in London as a bruiser for hire.

Mr. Alec Hardison: a man who has lived many lives —aided, of course, by his job as a private banker, moving around the wealth of London at his leisure. In his line of work, he has picked up the ins and outs of all the governing bodies and businesses in the empire. Add that to his virtuosic ability to pick up any form of study and Mr. Hardison could bleed London dry, given the right reasons. For now, he enjoys the high life thanks to the fortunes of his “betters”.

Parker: an urchin, a waif, the stickiest of fingers in the nicest of neighborhoods. Once the apprentice of the notorious criminal, Lord Archibald Leech, the Gentleman’s Thief, she’s since left his tutelage and is now operating unseen in the big houses of Grosvenor Square as a scullery maid, putting enough bits and bobs aside to graduate from service and to never look back again.

#leverage #leverage au #parker #Alec Hardison #elliot spencer #sophie devereaux #nate ford #ask me about my Leverage : Redemption regency hcs #see Alex write #I mean I probably won’t end up writing for this #👀👀 unless….#leverage: regency

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littlemssam · 1 year

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mintsuwu · 5 months

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IRENE STORYTIME BECAUSE IT WAS ABOUT TIME I am deeply sorry this will be a little long;;

Irene Relda, also known as "Mademoiselle Ratler" (based on a headcanon by Frankilew on DA in which the mice society changes the last names of those who are of different species, for example Ratigan instead of Flanigan) or "The Witch of Geinburg Street" is a female rodent born as a cross between a rat and a mouse, who lives apart from society due to discrimination and therefore is tired of everyone and everything(?

She is usually quiet and reserved, not showing emotions too often... But she's a gentle sweetheart deep down. And despite having quite the character and strenght, she is always willing to lend a helping hand to those who are not hostile towards her.

VOICE HEADCANON: Miss Spider (Voiced by Susan Sarandon in "James and the Giant Peach")

Irene´s mother was a rat of French origin who worked as a maid after moving to Mousedom, where she hoped to have a good life that unfortunately, she did not find. The father on the other hand was a well-to-do man, a prestigious professor or investigator at Scotland Yard…. But obviously, he could not accept the fact that the world knew that he had had a daughter with a maid who was, on top of that, a rat, so he fired the mother immediately and she took their child with her.

Irene didn't have the best childhood, but she was happy as long as she could be with her mother despite the difficulties she had to face (being a rat in a mouse society, single woman with a daughter who is a crossbreed, etc.). Sadly, there was a point when Irene's mother passed away and the girl had to raise herself from then on.

As she grew up, Irene acquired skills such as cleaning, sewing, and generally doing other household chores. She also knew a lot about herbs since, due to not having many resources, she could not afford to get sick often, so she could resort to the use of plants and natural healing methods.

Thanks to her skills she was able to follow in her mother's footsteps and worked as a maid, offering a good service regardless of the salary, but for various circumstances she was mostly dismissed: either because of her condition, because she was accused of acts she had not committed or simply because the ladies of the household did not like her (or were envious of her for a reason she could not understand).

She worked for a duchess at some point, who was actually a covert criminal who went by the name "Dolleyes" (huge shoutout to @rexmk0153universe-blog for suggesting her name and for helping me come up for so many ideas for this sequel au!!): her plans were based on getting in touch with or marrying rich men and then murdering them in order to keep their posessions.

One unfortunate day Irene witnessed one of the Duchess' crimes, so in exchange of her silence, she was fired (although she took revenge later… Let's say she offered Dolleyes an apology cake that had a dirty surprise and that hurt the noblewoman's ego while the queen of Mousedom witnessed everything (?) basically that cake scene from "The Help".)

From that humiliation, a lot of rumors about Irene began to spread. They said things of the sorts that she was a witch who stole valuables, tricked and seduced husbands, kidnapped children and ate them, or poisoned and even cursed those who upset her.

From the moment the rumors began, Irene had more difficulty getting a job because no one wanted to hire her, so she lived hand to mouth, and (perhaps do clothing comissions from time to time). The only hope she had was to be able to save enough money to go to France, which was her mother's homeland and where they wanted to return years ago before she died.

What Irene did not know though, is that shortly after she was going to help a very injured person one rainy night without knowing that it was a criminal mastermind. And from then on her life changed and she went from living alone having to endure the antics of a villain 24/7.

Irene's relationship with Ratigan fluctuates. They generally argued and disagreed in nearly everything- But there was a point when she realized the subtle detail that he never called her "rat" or something negative in relation to that aspect of her being, which she found strange considering he seemed to detest rats and he flatly denied being one himself… But out of respect, Irene didn't call him that any longer (although there were many times when she made him angry on purpose because knowing that he couldn't do anything to her in his current state amused her and one time she even used his old bell to tease him, which she took from Basil's house).

Regarding Ratigan's bell, the detective planned to search for it himself, but just then Olivia arrived with a reformed Fidget and volunteered. The bat, however, told her not to do it since he was paranoid that the professor was alive, even though he had been presumed dead after his fall from Big Ben… But Olivia's curiosity was greater and she prepared to investigate on her own. In fact, upon hearing the rumors of the witch she felt more convinced to continue (in some Disney Adventure comics, she and Fidget investigated paranormal events, so I imagine she likes that stuff).

In the end she arrived at Irene's house, but the woman tried to intimidate her and throw her out without Ratigan finding out that the girl was there. To her surprise, Olivia returned a few days later and repeatedly.

Ratigan eventually found out that Irene was talking to Olivia, but suddenly offered the lady a deal… If she approached Basil through Olivia and managed to get the detective to lower his guard in order to take him down, Ratigan would leave her home as soon as he recovered, never to return, and would give her the money she needed to travel to France.

Irene, in order to get the professor off her back, accepted, and technically the scheme worked through the means of seduction (to Ratigan's confused displeasure because he had mixed feelings about Irene as the plan went by) but Basil snapped out of it soon enough and Ratigan lost again and fleed… He didn't give Irene the money however-

She and Basil talked things out later though, apologizing for trying to trick him. Despite how the two would clash at times, Irene and the detective got along rather well, and from that point she helped him and Dawson with some of their cases, one of them which involved Dolleyes, who intended on marrying Ratigan only to kill him and pull out a Corpse Bride kind of plan after...

She also grew close to Olivia and Fidget, specially the latter since he ended up becoming like an adopted son of hers. So in their own ways, slowly, they heal together from the loneliness and mistreatment they had recieved on their lives.

(Also yes the "caling people by any last names but their actual one" thing will be a running gag hehoo)

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milfgyuu · 1 year

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At Your Service [M] Pairing: Kim Mingyu x Fem!Reader Tags: 1.9k, Humor, Smut 18+ Prompt: “I don’t know why I agreed to this” @beaniegyu Summary: mingyu in a maid costume - yes this is extremely self indulgent and has been rotting my brain for longer than i would like to admit. enjoy. xx

Warnings: Sexually Explicit Content 18+, unprotected sex (mxf), oral (m), boys in skirts (meow), some dirty talk, double creampie (oops), some rough handling and dominant behavior, mention of cum play/eating, mentions of thigh riding, language, um they are just?so?horny, same, anyways MINORS DNI.

When you told Mingyu you wanted to do couples costumes for this year’s Halloween party he hadn’t asked any questions. Of course he wanted to do couples costumes.

What’s better than couples Halloween costumes?

Now, he’s standing in the middle of Jihoon’s kitchen in dressed in a skimpy french maid outfit seriously questioning why he trusts you so blindly to begin with. He keeps his hands behind him, guarding the back of his short skirt, which his friends keep messing with every chance they get.

He grumbles at you in your feather covered mini dress. “I don’t know why I agreed to this,” he sighs, scooting out of reach when Jeonghan slips behind him with a positively devious smirk. “I don’t get why I couldn’t be the feather duster.”

“Babe,” you tease, fingers dancing over the lacy frills struggling to cover his taut chest, “You look so pretty and everybody loves our costumes. Come on, big boy,” you kiss the underside of his jaw and feel it clench before you’re pulling back with a smug little smirk. “Stop pouting and I’ll make it up to you.”

He thinks about it for a minute and then puckers his lips which in Mingyu’s language essentially means you win. You kiss him twice, lingering the second time and he gives you a little smile, narrowing his eyes playfully. “You’re so into this…aren’t you?”

“Would it be so bad if I was?”

He raises his brows, relaxing into a more confident stance. Ego successfully stroked.

“I’m intrigued,” he admits, smacking Seokmin’s hand away from his ass, “Fine. I’ll stop complaining but we’re leaving early. Deal?”

No arguments here. “Deal.”

The car ride home is near torture for poor Mingyu as you spend the majority of the time tracing your finger over his thigh. The black stockings are so soft and thin that he can feel your nails ghosting over his skin and he fights the urge to pull off on the side of the road to have you right then and there. You’re a horrible tease and he plans to rectify that the second you make it through the door.

Feathers fall to the floor as he tears down your dress right in the entry way, not bothering to do much more than lock the door let alone properly turn on the lights. He only gets it down to your hips but it’s enough to expose your breasts and give him the freedom to bury his face in your chest - biting and licking and sucking as you knot your fingers into his long hair - knocking the little decorative headband from the crown of his locks.

He groans in frustration with the way the top of his costume constricts his movements and though you had already cut a few seams for it to fit him - he splits it accidentally when he tries to tug it overhead. It falls in shreds to the floor but neither of you are upset about it with his upper half freed and he grabs you, wrapping your torso in his big arms as he drags you over to the couch, kissing you in such a dizzying display of lust it empties your mind of everything but him.

Standing in front of the couch, you plant your hands on his chest and push him backwards. He falls easily, looking up at you with heavy lids and pointed canines glinting in the dim light of your living room. You push at your dress, dragging it and your underwear down until they hit the floor and you’re quick to step out of them and kick them away so you can get down on your knees between his legs.

A strangled moan leaves his pretty lips when you slide your hands up his thighs, beneath the skirt, and he lifts his hips for you to drag the stockings and his tight briefs down his legs.

“You’re not taking the skirt off?” he tilts his head in question and you only shake your head in response, not bothering to look at him.

You’re not ready to let go of this image anytime soon.

He slides further down the cushion, legs spread wide and you push the skirt up against his stomach, exposing his hard, heavy length. Gripping the base of him, his head falls back, chest heaving with every slow teasing stroke you give him. The tip of his cock is so soft and warm when you close your lips around him, your tongue circling and dipping into his slit.

His hips come up off the couch and he curses, hands flexing and closing into tight fists when you take more of him into your hot mouth, stroking the length you can’t accommodate comfortably. The goal though isn’t necessary to get him off like this. No. You tease him, giving him just enough but not what he needs to send him over the edge. You give him enough to make him lose his patience and take what he wants instead.

The skirt thing is entirely forgotten in his mind when he finally stops you, grabbing your face in his big hands to tell you as much before ordering you into his lap. You envelop him easily - wet beyond belief from looking at him all night. Thick arms on display and strong thighs that left you imagining a scene where you’re both sneaking off to an empty room to ride them until you scream.

He’s too eager to suggest that now though as he grips your hips, holding you down and grinding your cunt over him as he thrusts up into you.

Mingyu switches his hold, wrapping a hand around the back of your neck to keep you close and still as he loses himself in your heat, crashing his lips to yours until you’re moaning and crying into his mouth. He swallows the sound and the taste of your tears that roll over your cheeks, puddling at the corners of your kiss. His pretty, perfect angel bouncing and babbling incoherently on his cock all because you got worked up seeing him in a silly costume. He’s in love.

Your body shakes violently, vision whitening, and you almost sob with the relief you feel when the orgasm that's been looming overhead finally crests and breaks over you. You bite your lip hard enough to hurt but it stifles the sounds pouring from your chest and bury your face in his throat as the overstimulation begins to swell. Your fingers and toes tingle and curl, your teeth bared against the onslaught of sensation.

He’s so close though.

The volume of his groaning increases and his grip is like iron, biting into your skin but when you snake your tongue out to lick along his collarbone where he’s so sensitive…he bursts, cursing and cumming, filling you so completely you feel him inside so warm and wet, throbbing with effort and it makes your body tingle in anticipation of more.

You need so much more of him.

“Again?” he huffs out a laugh, still breathless from the exertion.

As if it’s answer enough, you lift your hips and slowly start riding him again.

He hitches a brow at you. “Explain the appeal first. I’ve gotta know.”

Fine. Whatever. As long as you can keep rocking against him so he’s ready to go again when you’re done speaking. It seems like it’s possible, if the way his blunt nails scrape across your lower back is any indication that he’s enjoying this just as much as you are.

Exploiting his weakness, you pick your head up and look him in the eyes as you ride him - grinning at the way his eyes fall momentarily to your lips when your breath hitches.

“You looked so good in it,” you emphasis your words with your body and he groans. “Tight across your chest…arms so big and strong…and your thighs…fuck…your thighs look so good I wanted to ride them in the middle of the party. You looked so fucking hot it's insane.”

“Shit,” his brows furrow, that delirious tone in your voice like a drug. “Is that it?”

You shake your head, hands braced on his shoulders now that you feel him - thicker, longer, harder inside you. “Doing something like that for me, even if you whined about it for a bit…it was so sexy. I don’t care if it sounds selfish but knowing you wore it just for me drives me crazy.”

He pushes up into now, matching your pace. “Because you’re a spoiled brat?”

You nod, head rolling back against your shoulders. “I love when you give me what I want.”

His lips and tongue go to work on the column of your throat and you moan aloud when he uses his strength to pull you down harder, spearing you on his cock so deeply tears form along your lash line again. “Tell me what you want then.”

“Fuck,” you groan as he does it again, “Want you to fuck me from behind,” he bites down on your shoulder at the thought. “Fuck me over the arm of the couch so I can feel how deep you are.”

If he was anymore punch-drunk on your pussy right now he’d blackout at the wanton confidence in your tone. His body shivers while yours nearly convulses at the rapid loss of connection but now standing he grabs the back of your neck again in a show of dominance that makes you stumble a step and then he’s pushing your hips into the arm of the couch and bending you over until your ass is on full display.

You complain when you feel the silk of his skirt brush the back of your calves, indicating he’s taken it off, but one rough smack stops any words from coming out. He likes to watch, so you can’t fault him. Not when he audibly groans with you as he pushes the head of his cock into your swollen cunt, dripping with arousal and his earlier release. He loves watching himself disappear inside you almost as much as he loves the feeling of it.

Too worked up, neither of you wish to drag things out - bodies too taut and already screaming for the kind of release that makes your blood sing and liquefies your bones. He uses one large hand to press down on your lower back, applying pressure so his cock is that much more pronounced to the point that he’s already falling out of rhythm, begging his body to keep going until it’s shaking with determination.

You come first, which always seems to happen, especially in this position, but he’s not far behind. You’re not even half way into the comedown when he empties himself again, seemingly too much considering he’s already come once but like a fucking stallion he’s always filling you to the absolute brim, even going so far as to shove any left over mess back inside you with his thick, wet fingers.

And whatever doesn’t fit, he laps up with that broad wicked tongue of his.

It’s hours later when you finally settle down long enough for Mingyu to get you cleaned up and into bed. You’re all but dead to the world which is obvious when he kisses you goodnight and you don’t react in the slightest. He chuckles, eyeing the maid skirt he’s tossed on top of the dresser.

He’s not sure what you have planned for next Halloween but whatever it is - he’s down.

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sgiandubh · 7 months

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Do you have any secret tips for restaurants or cafés for a trip to Paris?

Dear Paris Anon,

I am happy and amused you ask me this question. Happy, because I have been calling Paris home for six years: that means there are places where I was madly kissing a beautiful (and cruel) boy from Bastia, places where I walked at night drunk as a boiled owl with people who are still in my life, places where I regularly went shopping or having an endless coffee with friends and places I was entrusted with, like precious jewels. Amused, because to be honest, Paris is probably the last French destination I could think of for an enjoyable week-end en amoureux (I suppose you want to go as a couple?), right now: it is overpriced as hell (the Olympics are round the corner), dirty and seedy (I was shocked, last time I visited and Manu Macron, my old acquaintance of yore, spoke about parking all the homeless outside of town during the Games 'for aesthetic reasons' - the boy never had a sense of humor, trust me on this one).

I shall give you 5 restaurants and 5 cafés (oh God, why didn't you ask me about Bangkok, instead?). Many of them are on the Left Bank (all of my addresses were there, simply because the closer to the university, the better).

Five restaurants: as it happens in Rome (where the gap is truly tragic), I will try and recommend places where locals go. You will find a menu in English everywhere, but at least try the holy trinity of bonjour, l'addition (the check) et merci. All the Parisian waiters are sourer than the Politburo and insolent as highway robbers, but do not be deterred by their manners. Order away.

Le Relais de Venise - son entrecôte (271 Bd Pereire, 75017). It is not in the center. They do not take reservations. You will be met with a long line of people patiently waiting (Seinfeld style) to get in. They have a minimal set menu (which is always a very good sign: https://relaisdevenise.com/menus/set-menu.php). The waitresses are kind and dressed like 1920's maids. It will be the damn best entrecôte-frites you've ever had (their sauce is a secret). Nothing changed there since 1959. Double check opening times and plan accordingly: you will need a taxi and plenty of time ahead. Almost a bargain for its stellar performance. The London one is a sad spin off.

Le Soufflé (36 rue du Mont Thabor, 75001). An original choice, but oh so good! They only cook soufflés (not exactly a pudding, but a pudding angels must have on a daily basis). Very reasonably priced for Paris (set menus at 40 and 55 euros - https://www.lesouffle.fr/bienvenue/home/menu/). If you want to eat à la carte, I recommend le soufflé Henri IV (cheese soufflé with chicken & mushrooms sauce) : it is heaven.

La Jacobine (59-61 Rue Saint-André des Arts, 75006). You will find tourists in this one, it is always full. Service is impeccable. Do not bother with Le Procope round the corner: it used to be one of my haunts, but this is over. The best soupe à l'oignon (onion soup, notoriously hard to cook) I ever had (yes, they still add white wine!). I would also recommend the magret de canard sauce aux cèpes (duck breast with a porcini mushrooms sauce). I could not find a decent menu, but that should give you an idea - they don't have a website (https://eater.space/la-jacobine). Very reasonably priced, too - and very, very good.

Chez Julien (1, rue du Pont Louis-Philippe, 75004 Paris). This is one of my mum's favorites. It is open only in the evenings, but it is an excellent choice if you want to call it a night, because it has service continu (all night long, wow!). It is more expensive - this is, after all, the Right Bank, so expect prices to go drastically up. This is the only option serving wonderful breakfasts, so I beg you: have breakfast in town at least once, Paris hotels tend to do it on the sad and sorry side (https://www.chezjulien.paris/en/home#menu-en). Pair anything you pick with a glass of Pouilly fumé white wine (it goes with anything, it is that magically good).

Money is no object? Entice the guy to take you at (I am torn, here, to be honest) La Tour d'Argent (19 Quai de la Tournelle, 75005). It is very expensive (like VERY), but it is worth every penny (https://tourdargent.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/09/LTDA-SEPTEMBRE-EN.pdf). You must (it's an order!) order the canard au sang (you will find it on the menu under the entry Duckling Frédéric Delair and it is outrageously priced). But you will never have a chance to see the table show anywhere else (it is served in two times: first the fillet and then the legs and it uses a sort of Medieval contraption, to get the blood out for the sauce) - just a specialty from Normandy, you will not find in Rouen anymore. It is divine. They have been there since 1583. What are you waiting for? (for a less break the bank option, try Le Grand Véfour, near the Louvre - google it, it will take forever to explain why).

Four cafés and a salon de thé (tea parlor) : all are haunts of mine. In every single one of them something very personal happened to me. Consider yourself lucky. On a more practical side, all of them double as excellent lunch options, for a fraction of what you would spend in a restaurant. :)

Chez Carette (4 Pl. du Trocadéro, 75016, but also Place des Vosges, with a nod to C). You will have an exceptional choice of anything you could think of and the same Roaring Twenties atmosphere as in the Relais de Venise restaurant. The chocolat chaud (hot chocolate) is almost perfection (do NOT go to Angelina, on the rue de Rivoli, that is another favorite which went south and not in a good way). The best macarons you will find North of Saint Jean de Luz's Maison Adam (where the story of macarons began in earnest). This is Someone's favorite, but then he always was a Right Bank purist. Service is old school, which means supremely kind, if only a bit on the slow side: you are in France, soak it in!

Les Deux Magots (6 Pl. Saint-Germain des Prés, 75006). On the Left Bank in the publishing houses district. This is my second favorite (there is a first favorite) and you will likely find me on the heated terrace with a cigarette and a newspaper, if I were there. Service is appalling, but you should not mind, I have warned you. Reasonably priced for what and where it is. Breakfasts are mediocre, but still enjoyable and lunch/dinner menus are typical brasserie fare - you are not there for the food, you are there to cosplay Jean-Paul Sartre and Simone de Beauvoir and act intellectual and sophisticated and have endless talks about the world's destiny (https://lesdeuxmagots.fr/en/breakfast-menu/). If nature calls, head downstairs with an air of intrinsic superiority and don't forget to pay the grumpy dame pipi (toilet lady), who will give you what you need and look at you like you are the scum of the Earth. Always makes me laugh.

Le Café de l'Epoque (2 Rue du Bouloi, 75001). On the Right Bank, at the end of one of the most beautiful passages couverts (glass-roofed passageways) of Paris. Again, you are there for the supremely dreamy atmosphere, I can only fail to describe. Look on the map for all of these passageways and then get lost in the maze of stamp shops, bookstores, taxidermists and God only knows what else you could think of (or at least add to this passageway the Galerie Vivienne). Usual brasserie/bistro fare, reasonable prices (https://cafedelepoque.fr/en/services). The lemon meringue pies are to die for.

Café Le Rostand (6 Pl. Edmond Rostand, 75006). Steps away from the Luxembourg Gardens, which I crossed every single day to go to the uni. Steps away also from the secret and sublime Medici fountain in above park (oh, the things I did there!). Surprisingly good French fare, the beef tartare is excellent (a rare thing!) and well priced (https://lerostand.fr/carte/ - use Google translate, they don't care for tourists). Service is cheeky. Round the corner, one of the most charming shops in Paris, Parapluies Simon (56 Boulevard Saint-Michel, 75006) - only umbrellas and dandy walking sticks (you can hide a whisky mini flask in one of them, I am told by Someone on the phone, but I think he is trolling us - we love that shop).

The Tea Caddy (14 Rue Saint-Julien le Pauvre, 75005). It's been there since 1928, when a certain Miss Klinklin opened it and introduced the Devon scones to France. It is my favorite favorite (https://the-tea-caddy.com/en/tea-room/) and it is perfect on a rainy day. Steps away from the Medieval church of Saint-Julien-le-Pauvre, one of the most authentic and moving experiences of its kind in a very secular town. The Shakespeare & Co. bookstore is just round the corner. A rare gem of a place.

I could go on and on and on. Three more short tips and you will thank me for it, as alternatives to deceiving mainstream options:

The Musée de l'Orangerie instead of The Louvre. Blasphemy? Intense perfumes come in small bottles. It is breathtaking (https://www.musee-orangerie.fr/en).

Château de Rambouillet instead of Versailles (you will not be able to enjoy it AT ALL). Where else could you find Marie Antoinette's private 'milk bar' (La Laiterie de la Reine/ The Queen's Dairy), a supremely elegant affair, with milk-spouting fountains, built to encourage hygienic milk consumption as an alternative to breast-feeding (she was unable to). Trust me and plan a full day for it (https://www.chateau-rambouillet.fr/en/discover).

La Sainte-Chapelle instead of Notre Dame. I always preferred it to anything else, except perhaps Vézelay (far, far away from Paris). It will shock you, but in such a perfect way (https://www.sainte-chapelle.fr/en). Enough said: I will let you discover. Across the Seine, couple this visit with the Musée de Cluny and tell The Lady and the Unicorn I miss them (https://www.musee-moyenage.fr/en/).

I am not sorry for the length of this post. At all. I hope you will enjoy this modest, but very personal selection and perhaps you will come back and tell me if it was worth something. Bon voyage!

Notre Dame on a snowy evening, Paris 1953

#Anon

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princeescaluswords · 4 months

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Random question, Prince but do you think Victoria or Gerard had military backgrounds? Maybe serving themselves or had parents that served?

I want to preface this answer with a caveat: this might be the most speculative meta I've ever written. While I'm going to try to draw as much evidence as I can from canon, I don't think it would be out-of-the question for people to disregard it on its surface merits.

So, here goes. I don't think that the Argents would join the military and they would strongly discourage their children from joining the military. I'm sure that during the time of the draft there might have been some Argents serving, but it would be under duress. If you accept the same head canon that I do, that Victoria was also from a hunting family, she would not be either. I think the reasons would be historical, practical, and philosophical.

Historical: Of all the characters in the Teen Wolf series, Marie-Jeanne Argent née Valet had the most emotionally true (if not entirely rational) reaction to the discovery that her beloved relative turned out to be one of the most prolific serial killers in that world let alone a terrifying demonic werewolf. As we see in The Maid of Gévaudan (5x18), she reacted with outright condemnation, hunting him down over three years and destroying all trace of him with a damnatio memoriae, which in reality meant destroying her own past, too. We can assume that the Argent Code was written by her, including the part where any hunter who was Bit by a werewolf had to kill themselves. This is extreme behavior (even if valid) and it is echoed in the revulsion non-corrupted Argents like Chris and Allison had when discovering Kate's and Gerard's crimes. It was certainly less permissive than the Hale family's tendency to react to deaths caused by their family which ranged from outright condoning ("But still beautiful, just like the rest of you") to dismissive (after all, how many people did kooky Uncle Petey kill, including the guy he shoved alive into a burning barrel, and still have the keys to the family home?).

Considering that Sebastian became a demon wolf while he was serving in the French king's war with England across an entire ocean in their respective colonies, I don't think it's a stretch for Marie-Jeanne in establishing her code to steer her descendants away from military service. It might even have been a requirement.

Practical: While both the military and hunters use weapons, military service wouldn't seem to bear much resemblance to hunter training. It appears to me to be much closer to espionage or criminal work. Hunting werewolves requires training in specific weapons (bows, tasers, and poisons), technology (hypersonic emitters), and techniques (torture, infiltration, intimidation, and cleaning up evidence). In addition, the soldiers of the Argent family exhibit a level of discernment when it comes to tactics and targets that the military simply would not tolerate. Chris points as much out to Kate in Code Breaker (1x12):

Chris: No one asked you to murder innocent people. There were children in that house, ones who were human. Look what you're doing now. You're holding a gun on a 16-year-old boy with no proof he spilled human blood.

Later on in Relics (6x04), Chris explains that he should have intervened when he saw how Gerard was training Kate. That implies to me that while Argent soldiers are supposed to follow the lead of the matriarch, they're also expected to do more than just follow orders. While civilization demands we hold individual military soldiers to answer for their conduct, I can tell you from personal experience that military training does not have a goal to instill a sense of individual agency.

Philosophical: In my encounters with real-life military people, it is my experience that they see themselves and the military as a whole as an immanent part of society itself. They enable civilization to exist; they uphold society's laws and mores as one of its pillars. I am sure that many people on this site would disagree with that assessment, but I'm talking about the perception within military culture itself. The military focus on being a vital part of their country, and when they err it is when they come to believe that they are the most important part and thus have a greater right to say how a country and a civilization will behave.

One of the things I've noticed about the Argents and the other hunting family feature, the Calaveras, is that they don't consider themselves part of the greater society. They see themselves as protecting it from monsters that the average person cannot comprehend, and while they certainly do infiltrate law enforcement and emergency services, they don't seek permanent authority over the mundane social institutions. This is one of the significant departures that marked Monroe as different from previous organized hunters, and one that made her more dangerous. Victoria, Araya, Chris and Allison (and when they weren't being selfishly corrupt, even Gerard and Kate) saw themselves as operating outside of it all as a necessity. They work with criminals like the yakuza; they hire mercenaries; and they understand that they will never be fully accepted.

Chris: We're gonna be pariahs in this town. Victoria: We can handle it.

Monroe, on the other hand, organized hunters to protect society, but she wanted to change society as well. She accused the werewolves not only of being monsters by virtue of their natures and by their acts, but by the power that privileged them ("No one should have this power"), and she accused people like Sheriff Stilinski of abetting that unfair advantage. (I will never forgive Teen Wolf for giving up on exploring that difference half-way through 6B.) Since Gerard was only interested in using Monroe, he didn't train to see herself the way he and his family saw themselves: protectors working from the outside.

All these things lead me to believe that the Argents wouldn't have military training, not even corrupt ones like Gerard or Victoria.

#victoria argent #gerard argent #chris argent #argents #araya calavera #calaveras #teen wolf meta

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hometoursandotherstuff · 11 months

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This is a huge 1900 church in South Side, Pennsylvania that's been turned into condos. The condo for sale has 3bd 2.5ba and lists for $649,876. But, the problem is the HOA fee- $689mo. is too high, no matter how nice it is. Look at it- what do they do for nearly $700mo. I would want maid service.

This is different, the vestibule to the apt. is enclosed in glass so you can see who's at the door. I don't know if that's a good thing. I can't tell what that nook is for- coats, maybe a small office?

The condo is very spacious and looks like a triplex, with the kitchen in the lower level. I'm assuming that this space would be the living room.

There's nothing else on this lower level but the kitchen. It's a good size.

There's plenty of room for a table in the far corner.

Now, up here, it looks like these French doors open to a bedroom.

This is weird. The main bedroom has the bathroom off to the side, all out in the open. Isn't this a weird layout?

At least this bedroom has a separate en-suite.

#church conversion #condos #houses #house tours #home tour

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zinnia-apologist · 5 months

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On day one, it's a partridge in a pear tree.

On day two, it's two turtle doves, and another partridge in a pear tree. That's three birds today, plus the one bird you already have. Four birds.

On day three, it's three french hens. And then two more turtle doves, and another partridge in a pear tree. 6 new birds + 4 old birds = 10 birds.

On day four, it's four calling birds. Yep, just more birds. And more of the same birds, too. 10 + 4 + 3 + 2 + 1 = 20 birds.

On day five, you've finally got something other than birds! Your true love gave you five golden rings! And also more of the same birds you already had -- 20 + 4 + 3 + 2 + 1 = 30 birds. You've got 30 birds and 5 rings. You've got a 6:1 bird-to-ring ratio.

Day six? More goddamn birds. Six geese, more of the previous birds, and all the birds you already had. Oh, and five more rings. Current bird math is 30 + 6 + 4 + 3 + 2 + 1 = 46 birds. And 10 rings.

Day seven? You guessed it! More birds! 46 + 7 + 6 + 4 + 3 + 2 + 1 = 69 birds. Nice. (Oh yeah, and now you have 15 rings.)

Day eight, you've now got eight maids. They're a-milking. I can only assume what they're milking is cows. Do they each come with a brand new milk-ready cow? I can only assume so, because your true love's gonna keep giving you more over the next few days. Hey, wait, does that mean each partridge came with its own pear tree, too? I think we need to expand our math a bit now.

So, we've got 8 human people working on 8 cows, and currently, one pear tree per day, meaning also 8 of those. In addition to our 69 birds (nice), we get another 7 + 6 + 4 + 3 + 2 + 1 = 23 birds each of the coming days, because none of our new gifts are going to be any new types of bird, thank goodness. So now we're at 92 birds. Plus, 5 more golden rings, bringing those up to 20. Our current gift ratios:

136 total individual gifts

92 birds (67.6%)

20 golden rings (14.7%)

8 maids (5.9%)

8 cows (5.9%)

8 pear trees (5.9%)

Day nine: Nine ladies dancing! That's more human people. So, our new ratios:

190 total individual gifts

115 birds (60.5%)

25 golden rings (13.2%)

25 women performing services (13.2%)

16 cows being serviced (8.4%)

9 pear trees (4.7%)

Day ten: ten... lords a-leaping??? I don't know what these lords think they're doing. But they sure are here and they sure are a-leaping. And your true love sure did give them to you, as a gift.

254 total individual gifts

138 birds (54.3%)

52 people of varying social status (20.5%)

30 golden rings (11.8%)

24 cows (9.4%)

10 pear trees (3.9%)

Day eleven: Now, it would be funny to insist that the eleven pipers piping are, in fact, sandpipers, a type of bird. But for your sake, I'm going with what is historically assumed -- they are musicians who play pipes. They're just as noisy as the birds, though.

329 total individual gifts

161 birds (48.9%)

90 people (27.4%)

35 golden rings (10.6%)

32 cows (9.7%)

11 pear trees (3.3%)

Day twelve: Oh, you thought the pipers were loud? Have twelve drummers drumming. Oh, and more pipers, and everything else, too.

So! Our grand total:

416 total individual gifts

184 birds (44.2%)

140 people (33.7%)

40 golden rings (9.6%)

40 cows (9.6%)

12 pear trees (2.9%)

Congrats on the birds. Hope you like them. You're never getting rid of them.

#twelve days of christmas #bird math

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milkyfederation · 2 months

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Felipolis is the youngest city-state in Mars, and one of the biggest tourist destinations in the Solar System. Everyone loves its cute cat-people service workers!

Founded by a billionaire influencer from Earth, this city was created after Mars became independent. It was advertised to possible settlers as a utopia where you can finally be yourself.

Anyone can become a citizen of this marvelous city led by our favourite internet persona! You just have to go through an itsy bitsy mandatory operation to turn you into a cat-human (or other variants).

Don't have the money? Don't worry, the city will pay for it! You just have to work there to pay off your debt. Win-win situation, become your true self and get a stable job at the best city in the galaxy! What could go wrong?

(Sketches, crudely made in 2-3h or so)

The first guy is the founder and leader of the city. Add the quirkiness of a 30 something years old who wears hats indoors, the lack of empathy of an influencer who invests in real estate, and a lot of money, and you end up with Felipolis.

That charming lady is a propery owner and investor of the city. She doesn't belive in this crazy cat utopia thing, she's just in it for the money. The mandatory operation becomes optional for rich people, but she still went through some changes as a show of status, even if she finds it a bit silly.

This young kitty waitress is still smiling after 12 hours serving tables to tourists, what a champ! Hang in there cutie, only 20 years of this to pay off your debt! (She was gonna be dressed as a french maid to add insult to injury, but I didn't have the heart to go through with it).

Last lady is what happens when you start getting old in this city. The operation starts showing its long-term shortcomings, you are no longer visually pleasing to the tourists, and most of the work available is in the service industry. If they can't find a job or money, these unlucky citizens become, as people offensively call them, strays.

This might be the most evil thing I've made, and I am sorry for it. No shade intended to furries in general btw, just to Youtubers and influencers and such.

#science fiction #character design #original character #original species #worldbuilding #milkyfederation

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scotianostra · 7 months

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On October 23rd 1295 the Auld Alliance treaty was signed between John Balliol, King of Scots, and Philippe IV of France.

A bit of background, in the 13th century our country was in crisis. The previous monarch, King Alexander III, had no surviving children. His last legitimate heir, seven year-old granddaughter Margaret, Maid of Norway, died of illness while traveling from Norway to Scotland to be crowned. Beforehand, Edward I of England, who had been asked to secure the would be Queen in position, had secured an agreement in the Treaty of Birgham in July 1290.

The reason for this is that some of the nobility were wary about a female being given the crown, they were circling biding their time and civil war looked on the cards. Margaret’s father, King Eirik II of Norway was not happy sending his daughter into such a situation, he and the guardians of Scotland, a group of leading Scottish nobility, felt that a civil war would result if a foreign mediator did not intervene. And so it was with this that Longshanks started his interfering in Scottish affairs.

Under its terms of the Treaty of Birgham, Margaret, Maid of Norway was betrothed to his son Edward (later Edward II of England). In return Edward I guaranteed Scottish independence, but his son would be joint ruler of both countries. In September she sailed from Norway but never arrived, as she died aged 7 of sea sickness in or near the Orkneys during the voyage.

Again the Guardians looked south to Edward, this time he was to oversee and choose the next King of Scots. Edward seized the occasion as an opportunity to gain something he had long desired—legal recognition that the realm of Scotland was held as a feudal dependency to the throne of England. This process became known as the Great Cause.

I won’t go into the full run down of candidates etc, I have covered this all in posts before, so jumping forward a wee bit, John Balliol was pronounced the “winner” in the Great Hall of Berwick Castle on 17th November 1292, he was crowned accordingly King at Scone on 30th November 1292, St. Andrew's Day, a few weeks later Edward I forced Balliol to swear fealty to him on the 26th December 1292.

Now John Balliol gets slated for this, but a little known fact is that during the Great Cause Edward had pressured all of the claimants to accept him as overlord by the end of 1292.

On 2nd January 1293 King John was also forced to accept that Edward was released from any restrictions imposed by the Treaty of Birgham. By doing this Balliol was compromising Scottish independence by forgetting about the Treaty, he was becoming a puppet king to Edward, who also appointed an Englishman, Master Thomas of Hunsingore as Chancellor in Scotland.

In 1294 Edward summoned Balliol and other Scottish nobles to fight for him in a war against France. This undermined Balliol’s authority further as a leader Edward I was flexing his muscles attempting to demonstrate his superior overlordship over Scotland to demand feudal service from the Scots in his war with France

Balliol’s position was so weak at this point that he had secretly been stripped of his powers by leading Scottish nobles. Those nobles set up a council which reached out to France to form an alliance. England would now have a two-front war on its hands if it attacked Scotland. For his part, Balliol officially renounced his homage to Edward, growing a set of balls, so to speak. The terms of the treaty stipulated that, if either country was attacked by England, the other country would invade English territory.

Edward’s retribution was swift and effective. He sent one of his finest commanders north and crushed the Scottish forces at the Battle of Dunbar. King Balliol soon surrendered. As part of his surrender, Balliol had to renounce the alliance with the French. Edward forced Balliol to surrender his crown at an embarrassing public ceremony at at Stracathro near Montrose on 10th July 1296, during which the arms of Scotland were formally torn from John's surcoat, giving him the abiding name of "Toom Tabard" (empty coat). t Edward imprisoned Balliol in The Tower of London.

The next year William Wallace was beginning his resistance along with other nobles in the south-west of Scotland, Andrew de Moray was similarly doing so in the North, The First War of Scottish Independence was kicking off.

There are reminders of the bond between Scotland and France both at home, here in Scotland, and in France, as seen in the pics, the second pic at Murrayfield stadium and is a nod to those men of both countries that fell in World War one, also remembered in the new trophy the teams play for. The next pic is a plaque on the wall outside number 28 Regent Terrace, where in June 1942 Charles de Galle made a speech that included the lines…

“In every combat where for five centuries the destiny of France was at stake, there were always men of Scotland to fight side by side with men of France, and what Frenchmen feel is that no people has ever been more generous than yours with its friendship.”

Much has been debated about when the Auld Alliance was ended, many cite the times of the Reformation, when the new Scottish Government under The Lords of the Congregation invited English troops into Scotland to help banish the French, who were protecting Mary of Guise during the regency of her daughter Mary Queen of Scots. I have to point again to Charles de Galle in Edinburgh in June 1942, he stated that the Auld Alliance was 'the oldest alliance in the world.

So even though we were no longer at war with the English during the eighteenth century – after the Act of Union was signed – Scotland and France continued to have an active and close relationship, based on the Auld Alliance. Trade flourished between the two countries, even though France was Catholic and Scotland Protestant.

Scottish merchants paid less or no customs at some French ports, whereas some ports would not trade with the English at all.

In return the Scots exported a range of goods including coal, wool and animal skins to France. French exports included salt, wine, luxury cloth, musical instruments, furniture, beds and spectacles.

Despite some difficulties for Protestant Scots, there were well established communities in Bordeaux, Paris and La Rochelle throughout the seventeenth century.

#scotland #scottish #history #France #Auld Alliance #Treaty

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