#i drew in all his freckles and <33

[sunlightmurdock]

i'm always thinking of being bradley's inexperienced controversially young girlfriend who also happens to be mav's daughter

got a lil carried away with this one bc it’s almost 2k words oops… warnings for obviously unspecified age gap, and dumbification a lil bit. Tried to keep this race inclusive despite dad Mav

I am pushing the deadbeat dad Mav agenda hard rn ,,, sorry Mav. So we all know Bradley had his issues with Mav, I’m gonna say that Bradley cut him off at around eighteen and didn’t really come back into contact with him until the events of TG:M, when he’s around 33/4. And we all know that Mav was a bit of a heartbreaker.

So, I’m going to say that it’s a while after Bradley cuts off Maverick that one of Mav’s exes comes to him and let’s him know that he has a daughter. He tries, but your relationship with him is consistently strained. You’re a lot like him and that scares him, he tries to control you and you hate that. He missed out on a lot in those years before he knew you, too.

You see him occasionally, less than frequently, through your adolescence and into early adulthood. You know all about Goose, and Goose’s son — your mother filled you in. You hadn’t ever really taken much time to think about the cute little blonde toddler dangling off of your father’s arm in of those photos from the eighties, and who he would be now. Truthfully, your intentions are as innocent as can be when you’re lounging on that beach and picking up a football that was kicked in your direction. There was no way you could’ve known who the tall, handsome brunette towering over you and asking if he knew you from somewhere was.

Sure, once you’d noticed that he was an aviator, maybe that should have put you off a little bit — but growing up this close to Miramar, if you struck off every guy in the Navy, you’d be single forever. And Rooster, the name he had given you, was a dream.

From that first day, inviting you and your friends to join his at their little bonfire on the beach, you had been hooked. Pretty brown eyes and a smile that made you want to melt, he drew you in and left the rest up to you. Inviting you to that bonfire, sitting at your side, acting like he was the perfect gentleman. Letting you do the work, prove that you wanted him.

And you had. Giggling at something that would soon spin into a full-blown inside joke between the two of you, you touched him for the first time. Just you palm, skimming briefly across his knee as you leaned into him, laughing.

Then, your arm looping around his as you shifted closer to keep warm. He chides you about not dressing appropriately for the late April weather, you remind him of his age. He smiles, hearing old man roll off your tongue, knowing that it’s anything but an insult coming from your mouth.

He doesn’t kiss you in front of his friends. You ask him to walk you home, already knowing that he will, since he’s such a gentleman. You weren’t planning on staying out that night, the t-shirt you had brought to wear over your swimsuit does nothing to protect you from that evening chill. But his arm does, when he’s got it draped around your shoulders, cuddling you into his side as you walk.

He’s bigger, far warmer, than you are. He tells you about his adventures as he walks you home. At your door, you both know that this isn’t going to be a kiss on the cheek goodbye. Still, he plays your game like it will be. His giant hand eclipsing the nape of your neck, pulling you into him so that he can kiss you. Up close, your head tips almost all the way back as he lips touch slowly against yours. Brief, disarmingly tender.

And then he pulls back, and he’s staring at you with those big, brown eyes and the freckles on his nose and those forming smile lines. You really can’t take any of the blame for the decisions you make when he’s staring at you like that.

You press forwards and kiss him again, harder than he had kissed you. If it had been anyone else, he might have been knocked back by your enthusiastic kiss, but he isn’t. He’s steady, grabbing your hips and walking back until you’re hitting your front door. Your heart’s beating a million times a minute and you’re willing yourself not to get in your head about this.

He lets you lead him through into your bedroom, your fingers knitted between his as you guide him along. Your buzz wearing off, he feels your confidence starting to falter as his hands are pushing up and under that thin t-shirt.

His voice feels like silk, making you close your eyes and hum eagerly in agreement as he asks if you’ll let him see you. Your experience doesn’t match his, that’s clear, but you don’t feel left behind. Even though it’s far from slow, he keeps you with him, setting the pace and making sure that you can keep up. He pulls you out of the bikini you had worn to the beach, working his warm mouth over each inch of newly uncovered skin.

You’ve had guys go down on you before, this isn’t the first time. You expect it to go as it always does: a few seconds of eager lapping at a spot vaguely close to your clit, and then him to pull back and start pushing down his shorts. As it turns out, you’re not as experienced as you had thought. Not when it comes to the things that Bradley can show you.

He presses two, thick fingers over your core and guides your excitement upwards, working them in slow, methodical circles around your core. God, pilots and their fucking steady hands. You’ve got Bradley moaning into your soaked cunt, his cock straining so hard against his shorts that he thinks for a second he might cum in them like some teenager.

Your thighs bracketing his ears, his fingers pressing hard into the soft flesh of your stomach as he holds you down to the mattress. You’re so sensitive, more fidgety than he’s used to — you can tell that he likes this.

He’s been thinking about this since he saw you laying in the sand, talking to your friends with that pretty little smile on your face. He groans as you jolt against his firm, wet tongue, pressing his fingers into you up to the knuckle. Your slick walls take the two digits perfectly, your back arching away from your sheets, rolling your hips down onto his tongue.

You’ll be embarrassed about that later, when he’s trailing his fingers along your bare stomach and he’s grinning, reminding you how you had chanted his name. It’s something that, with Rooster, you quickly learn not to be embarrassed about. He adores it when you do that.

Bradley sits back on his knees and pops open the button to his shorts, dragging the zipper down slowly, his muscled chest heaving. Kneeling over you like that, just watching you come down from clearly the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had, he’s pleased with himself. And you, so eager and willing, are propping yourself up like you’re ready for more.

He cards a hand gently over the top of your hair, precise in his ability not to catch his fingers or tug at your texture, just caressing the back of your head as you sit up and kiss feverishly across his toned stomach.

You nose at the almost blonde trail of hair below his navel, following him as he pushes the band of his shorts down just enough to let his cock spring free. It sits in front of your chin as you look up at him and swallow.

“Another time.” He decides, giving the nape of your neck a quick squeeze with an amused smile on his lips.

Then, he’s pulling you under him, your hands are in his hair and your legs are hooked around his waist. He’s grinding the tip of his cock back and forth over your overstimulated core, gripping your jaw and sucking at your neck.

You whimper softly when he finally decides to give you what you’ve been begging him for, the tip of his cock pressing into you, his mouth trailing your jaw. The stretch is there, but it’s not a feeling of discomfort— just a brief need for pause — you barely notice it when he’s squeezing at your tits and telling you that you’re taking him so well.

Grabbing onto his thick shoulders, pressing your heel into the small of his back, lifting your head to try to kiss his plush lips.

He fucks you hard from the moment that you’ve eased into it, pounding into you until you’re too dumb to even beg him to keep going. But, he’s so tender about it. Groaning like he’s got some sympathy for how dumb he’s making you, kissing you softly while his hand’s knotted into your hair and tugging at your roots.

And he doesn’t leave right after, either, he kisses your cheeks, your chest until your head finally stops spinning long enough for you to laugh and swat him away.

“So, when am I seeing you again?” He asks, squeezing those big palms of his around your hips, still nestled between your legs even now that he’s back in his boxers. You should be shy, with the wolfish way that his gaze will drop occasionally to rake over your naked body. But you aren’t. You want him to keep looking.

“Mm, I have to meet my dad for something tomorrow,” You give a small shrug and glance behind you to see what you’re lying uncomfortably back against. Bradley’s lips quirk as you tug the stuffed rabbit from behind you and hug it to your chest. “I’m free after seven.”

He leans down, squashing the rabbit between your chest and his to kiss your lips. “How about you come over to my place and I’ll fuck you in a bed without so many guests in it?”

Your cheeks burn at his acknowledgment of the couple of stuffed animals you’ve got dotted around, but you grin and nod anyway.

“You want me to pick you up?” Bradley offers, kneading at the flesh of your thighs with his warm hands, kissing you slowly again.

“Mm, no,” You give a quick shake of your head and press your foot into his thigh, “My dad would probably just interrogate you. I’ll drive.”

Bradley chuckes, handsome in the warm glow of your bedside lamp as he slides his hands down and squeezes at your ankles. “Well, sure. He’s gotta make sure you’re safe.”

“Mhm,” You nod your head slowly, sitting up and hooking your legs over his hips, crawling into his lap. Your arms drape around his thick shoulders. “I don’t think he’d like the thought of me and you together very much.”

Both of you unknowing, Bradley just chuckles and turns his face in towards the crook of your neck to leave you with a kiss.

anyway how long do we think the two of you make it before Maverick finds out?

#bradley bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #miles teller #bradley bradshaw smut #thots night (:

[kalcifers-blog]

Some HCs for Sammy Brody (Chase's kid) :3!!

(we're living under delusion here where everything is fine and nothing bad happened to anyone)

-currently Sammy is 9!

- Stacy is "Mam", Chase "Dad" and Henrik is "Pa"

-She uses she/her but hasn't thought about it so doesn't mind too much

-Super outdoorsy, she loves animals and the woods! (Stacy, Chase and Henrik have spent god knows how long trying to make sure she's safe while she's constantly running towards very not safe animals)

-She looks fairly similar to both Stacy and Chase, but most notably is that she got Stacy's hair and Chase's freckles

-She is probably what would be considered a "weird kid" with her lack of fear surrounding bugs and generally creepy stuff, while also leaning towards being a bit more stereotypically masculine (she does like ""girly"" things like dolls and sewing and shit- she just currently seems to present more masculine most of the time)

-She thinks of Jackie and Marvin as her uncles. Jackie is probably the throuples best babysitter (Marvin is not but he makes an exception for Sammy specifically because she drew him a nice picture and also told them that his hair is nice)

-practically begged to have her hair dyed "like mam's is" and Stacy had to painfully explain how she couldn't because of school rules- which led to a very genuine conversation about how school doesn't always have the best idea for every kid unfortunately

-they did make the promise that as soon as they left highschool their graduation gift would be to have their hair properly dyed

-Sammy absolutely adores all kinds of art and is always super excited when they find a new thing to do with art (Chase loves showing her concept art for his favourite games and Stacy loves showing her art such as nail design, tattoos fashion etc. Henrik takes her to art museums and galleries that have new art come in fairly regularly, there's one they always go too on the weekends for their kids interactive areas but Henrik always keeps an eye out for something she might like).

- like 99% of kids Sammy BEGGED for a pet. Except she really really wanted a pet tarantula. It took. A lot of convincing. But eventually they got her one (and much to everyone's surprise it's not as terrifying, especially when you have a 9 year old telling all the cool things about it)

- the tarantulas name is Jonathan btw. No one knows why but that's what Sammy insisted on.

- her favourite colour is purple and her favourite dinosaur is the Raptors (specifically the ones from the original Jurassic Park film)

- Chase (the absolute nerd he is) basically started showing her as many films he grew up with as soon as she was capable of seeing shapes basically. (This consists of everything between Jurassic Park, Alien, Indiana Jones, the original Star Wars Films, The Shining, etc) ((Chase Brody is a film nerd and I stand by that))

-Sammy also really likes animation! Her current favourite show is The Owl House and she relates to Luz a lot!!!

-She also loves Halloween! It's her favourite holiday! She isn't sure why her dad's seem upset around that time of year though, but Stacy takes her out trick or treating and she always has the best costumes!!!

That's all for now!! Might make another one of these for Stacy >:33

#jacksepticeye #jse egos #jse fandom #sammy brody #chase brody #stacy brody #henrik schneeplestein #headcanons #kalcifers blog #kal rambles #kalcifer

[avengedbiologist]

Anderdads unite 💪

Headcanons below

Now, I haven't fully thought these headcanons through, I was just throwing stuff on that I thought worked.

Wilbur Zero:

Hairy guy, I don't take criticism 🤨

A few scars from various run in with aliens and training gone wrong or maybe even just Johnathan being Johnathan 💀

I know he's like fully grey in the show but (just like Jeff) I feel he's only just going grey, tho it probably makes more sense him being fully grey from stress 💀

Short, both he and Elenor are short <33

Also note I think I've perfected his froggy face in my style and I love him so much.

Jeff Tracy

U guys know me and my love for Jeff (bet u didn't expect this lil lesbian to love all the dads >:), it's not my fault there's no mums, besides Mrs Zero /ily queen/ so I gotta go to someone 🙄)

Anyway, Jeff scars from missions (they r all gonna be like this I apologise.) But also added gun scarring cause yeah.

Partially greying like big man zero.

Idk if I drew it but he has lil dimples like scooter

TOS Jeff= short🫡 TAG Jeff= Tall, absolute unit 💪😔.

Had surgery on his leggie that's why it's got a scar on it.

Has alot of moles.

Ian 'Mac' McClaine

The softest of dad's, if anyone hurts this bastard I'm throwing hands 💪🤨

Anyway he's a big lad, a unit but not in the same way of TAG Jeff. (I did an eh job of drawing this apologies) but he does have a dad bod, he's a dad what do u expect of me 🤨

He has stretch marks because of it (again hard to see 💀) 👉👈

He's really tall, he's the soft giant of the trio, Shane's a lil shorter and Sam's even shorter (idk why I didn't have those guys in the line up)

He's freckly 👉👈

Minor scars, mainly from working in a lab or the occasional times he goes on a mission.

Charles Gray

He's tall and slim (OS focused, NCS white is a bit wider.)

Bullet wounds again (as well as other scars), from missions and being a military fella

Surgery scar on his stomach. (Don't ask what for cause I haven't thought about that) 🤔

Little freckly👌

I will always draw him with fully white hair cause even if he is one of the youngest and may not like be fully grey at his age I just find it funny if he dyed it/went white rlly early and it just happened to match his code name perfectly. (even tho it bugs me that he's col WHITE and his name's Charles GRAY)

Sam Shore

Dun dun dun another hairy guy! 😔

Alotta scarring, mainly around the abdomen and lower back (can't see them from this view) from his accident.

His skin is quiet mottled around his legs and stomach as well.

Scar on nose as well

Lightly freckled 🫡

Wowie me drawing hair right💀 he has little stripes of grey in his hair and I love it 👉👈

#ya i get its not all the anderdads but the puppet ones #i would never forget brogan <33 #thunderbirds #thunderbirds are go #my art #stingray 1964 #jeff tracy #commander shore #commander zero #colonel white #charles gray #ian mcclaine #joe 90 #fireball xl5 #new captain scarlet #captain scarlet and the mysterons

[robenhshs]

Let's sayyyy... What if Venti and Lumine lived in an alternate reality (School AU) where they were both somewhat but obviously infatuated with one another?

Well, I WROTE IT.

Venlumi/School AU, Short fic.

Days have passed. Days after Lumine became preoccupied with her school work. Venti was impatient and needy of her attention. He was keeping watch of her for the past few days as well.

Does keeping watch on her for days qualify as stalking? Technically.... yes.

His strategy will succeed this time, he thinks to himself, sitting down next to Lumine as class comes after a few hours. Carrying out his plan.

"....Lumi."

"Lumi...!" He whines, out in an attempt to get her attention. To his luck, she looks up at him briefly before returning to her writing, but only for that short of a moment.

"Venti, I'm sorry but I'm a little busy right now." She responds to him in a whisper, clicking her pen in the process.

"But you're constantly occupied..." He frowns and murmurs to himself as he stares down. He then turns to face her; she was wearing a small smirk, plastered on her face.

Venti dismisses it, having had enough at last, and moved on to his next scheme. After class, for sure this time... He'll capture her interest.

.

.

.

The school bell rang, the room was filled with chatter. After a while, it was just the two of them, standing in front of each other.

She looked ethereal as the sun illuminated her already gleaming hair.

46, 47, and 48.. He counted the freckles on her face, gazed up nigh-worship at her.

"Lum-" He is cut off by a zipping sound as she prepares to go.

"I'm leaving right away; take care, Venti." She turns away from him with a small smile on her face, placing the bag on her back as she waves him off.

"Lumine."

She stops suddenly as she feels a hand seize her. She turns to look.

It was Venti.. She could clearly see that he was more serious this time, and she was grinning throughout. Did he notice, though? No.

He drew her in closer, holding her from behind and putting his hand on her waist.

Lumine lets out a faint gasp as her eyes widen in response to the sudden motion.

"I understand you've been busy, but please pay attention to me as well, Lumi." He leans his head against her shoulders and murmurs to her. He would do everything to gain her reply, he needed it, badly.

"My.. you're alot more clingy.. What happened?"

"...Quit making fun of me and pay full attention to me."

She grinned at his reply and leaned herself on him.

"All right, how about we go get some food then?"

When he hears her words, he immediately grins and almost jumps in joy.

"R..really?"

"Really."

She turns to face him and gives him a little kiss on the lips before stepping back, tilting her head a little bit away. He grinned and leaned closer to touch their foreheads, his face began to flush as well.

"Hehe, let's get going..!" He responds in a sing-songy voice, grabbing her hands as he intertwines them.

They go off to spend time together to god who knows where but... It was a success, His plan has worked... But so has hers. She is just as obsessed with him as he is with her.

After all, it was all just a little.... test.

Credits to: @luuciidaasimon for the art they made for this. <33

#venlumi #lumiven #myfriendisatotalvenlumishippersoiwroteitforthem #thisshipisfuckingcute #Ilovemywifeysartsomuchomg #genshin fanfic #genshin fluff #genshin imagines #lumine #genshin impact venti #genshin impact #fanfic #genshin ship

[saiilorstars]

Ch. 33: Out in the Country

Fandom: Harry Potter (Hogwarts years 1-7) Pairing: Draco x OFC

taglist: @ocappreciationtag @arrthurpendragon @anotherunreadblog @maaaaarveeeeel @stareyedplanet @foxesandmagic @kmc1989

​​​​Story Masterlist // Romina’s Masterlist

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Romina never thought it would be possible to feel both heavy excitement and a heavy urge to throw up. Things were actually working out for her — like actually working. Rolf's parents, her uncle Adric and aunt Gemma, had come to their house to talk about the situation and what they hoped would be the arrangement. Romina was surprised that her uncle Lyonel managed to keep calm about the whole thing. Of course she'd already warned him that if he ruined this in any way, she would never forgive him. Blackmail, perhaps, but it worked.

At the end of the visit, it was agreed that Romina would visit her grandparents accompanied by Rolf and his parents. Neither Lyonel nor Sage felt prudent to come along for obvious reasons. Romina also suspected that Lyonel did it to avoid any conflicts during her visit, an act she would thank him for later.

"You have everything you need, right?" Sage was fixing Romina's primp curls and adjusting the collar of her blouse.

"Yes, auntie," Romina nodded fervently. It wasn't like she had checked her duffel bag over and over for the last day.

"Now remember," Lyonel stepped towards her, "If you feel bombarded or if you just want to come home, tell them. They understand that this can be difficult and they just want to make sure you're comfortable. Don't be afraid to tell them, okay?"

Romina nodded again. "Yeah."

A short moment later, their fireplace spit out the familiar face of Rolf Scamander and the semi-familiar face of his father, Adric.

"Romina!" Rolf beamed at the sight of her. "Hi!"

Romina could at least relax seeing him and knowing that he was going to be around for most of the visit. Still, when she met Adric Scamander's gaze, she drew in a shaky breath. "H-hi," she said dumbly. It was very hard accepting the fact she had another uncle.

Adric Scamander was a tall man with dark brown hair that tousled on the back. His eyes were a dark brown and the more Romina looked at him, the more she paid attention to some light freckles sprinkled over his face. "Hi Romina," he greeted her kindly. "Are you ready to go?"

Romina had no idea why she looked up at her aunt and uncle. She felt like a child who had no idea what to do. Way to stand your ground!

"Whenever you're ready, sweetheart," Sage said

Romina bit on her bottom lip. Her fingers curled tightly around the strap of her duffel bag. "I'm ready," she said, trying to act like she wasn't a nervous wreck at the moment.

"C'mon Romina," Rolf was eager for the both of them, "Grandpa's going to show you the bowtruckles—those are my favorite!"

"What's a bowtruckle?" Romina asked. Suddenly the ten times she had read their grandfather's book disappeared from her head.

Rolf chuckled and reached for his cousin's hand. "They're these little green looking creatures. Kind of like walking plants."

"I think...I think I remember reading about them…" Romina said, letting Rolf walk them back towards the fireplace. Her head would need an extra minute or so to think for just about anything right now.

The adults smiled at the pair. Lyonel felt a little more relaxed seeing Romina more willing around Rolf. Then he felt the guilt for having robbed her of the relationship. He tried reminding himself that he'd done everything he could to make sure she was safe and happy.

"We'll have her back by tomorrow," Adric told him. "Unless you all decide otherwise."

Sage nodded. "Thank you. This means a lot to her."

Adric smiled. "Believe me, it means a lot for our family too. It's like Elora isn't completely gone." The mention of his older sister was bittersweet for both sides of the family. "Alright you two," he said, turning for the teenagers, "Ready or not…"

The flames erupted in the fireplace again and in a couple seconds, Lyonel and Sage saw their niece disappear with the rest of her family.

~ 0 ~

Romina was pretty much like a statue as soon as she left the fireplace. She was well aware that she was in another home, a nice home by the looks of it, and there was also a dark haired woman waiting for them.

Gemma Scamander, Rolf's mother, was eager to meet Romina and didn't hesitate to pull the girl into a tight hug. "Oh, you have no idea how much Rolf's talked about you in these last years!"

"Mum," Rolf said through gritted teeth. "She gets it, trust me."

Gemma winced and let Romina go. "Sorry, I tend to get a little overexcited."

"I'll say," Adric came around.

Gemma lightly whacked his arm. "Anyways," she said, though her gaze lingered on her husband for a moment before she continued, "Everyone's waiting at the house but I've reminded them that it may be a while before we get there. Romina, how are you feeling?"

Romina smiled lightly. "So far, so good." I haven't thrown up yet. She had yet to release the firm grip around her duffel bag's strap too but that was something else. "Um, have I met everyone here, though?" The house was rather silent but she had no idea if Rolf had any younger or older siblings.

Adric chuckled when he presumed Romina's thoughts. "It's just us, dear. Your aunt Kassia, though, you'll want to see her."

"Then let's," Romina said, drawing in a breath. It was basically now or never.

Adric and Gemma were more than happy to get them going. As they readied to re-enter the fireplace, Romina heard Rolf's comforting words that everything was going to be fine. Everyone was waiting anxiously to meet her. There was no reason to worry about anything.

Romina had no idea what to think nor feel when she entered the fireplace and came out once again in a whole new house. The living room was beyond spacious and had a touch of vintage to it? Romina took note of the warm colors and immediately thought of autumn for some reason. She spotted several portraits on the wall, a lot of them being awards of some type.

"We're here!" Adric's loud yell made Romina flinch in her spot.

Beside her, Rolf chuckled. "Yeah, Dad's got a big voice. You should hear him when I'm in trouble."

Romina cracked a smile at him. "That's my uncle Lyonel," she said and they both shared a laugh.

"I didn't expect you to be here so soon!" They heard a woman say and before Romina could decide on who it would be, a slightly younger woman than Gemma walked into the living room. Romina's eyes widened.

She had soft blonde hair and blue eyes, but what took Romina's attention was the fact that she was very pregnant.

"Oh wow," the woman breathed when she saw Romina. "Adric, she's got Mum's—"

"I know," Adric said with a small chuckle. "First thing I thought of when I saw her. Romina?" The girl stepped forwards as soon as he called. Adric placed a hand on her shoulder. "Romina, this is your aunt Kassia. And that—" he pointed at her pregnant belly, "—is the future Willow."

"Another cousin," Romina smiled slowly.

Kassia chuckled and nodded. "Oh yes, and a rowdy one judging by the kicks."

"Oh, is she kicking again?" Gemma moved over to test her luck and see if she could feel the baby's kicks.

"Oh!" Kassia huffed. "Hasn't stopped since last night! I can't wait for her to get out!"

"Romina, we can take your stuff to the guest room," Adric said, holding a hand out for the bag. "That way you can go outside." He glanced at his sister. "I imagine that's where they are?"

Kassia scoffed. "You know Mum, everything has to be perfectly decorated."

Romina's heart skipped a beat at the mention of her grandmother. "What is she decorating?" the question left her lips before she even finished thinking it.

Kassia smiled at her. "Why don't you come out and see?" She extended her hand towards Romina and waited patiently for the girl to decide whether or not she would want to take it.

Romina wanted to meet everyone in the house so badly that she didn't think twice about handing over her duffel bag to Adric then taking Kassia's hand.

"We'll be outside, Adric," Kassia said before he took off for the stairs. "C'mon then, better get a headstart. I'm a little slower than usual."

"How long till you have your baby?" Romina found herself asling. If Lyonel or Sage had been around, she was sure to have been scolded for such an imprudent question.

Kassia merely chuckled, however, easing Romina's nerves. "About a month now. Her father and I are so excited."

"You're married?"

"Yeah, your uncle Oliver is off in France, I'm afraid. Business trip."

Kassia led the group out into the biggest yard that Romina had ever seen. In fact, it was just a big ole field. It reminded her of the country houses she sometimes saw in movies where the characters went to "get away from it all". A high wooden gate was set around the house but there was truly no need for it. There wasn't anything around them. Beautiful plants adorned both sides of the gate and at the end there was a door to the outside. The plants didn't stop by the gates, though, they were pretty much everywhere! Twinkling lights were draped in the form of curtains over the gates. A wooden table, a big one at that, resided at the center with empty plates. And for some reason, there were half dressed mannequins and others that were right empty set sporadically around. It was funny but at the same time, Romina recognized them as the special mannequins that proper designers would use.

And finally, Romina spotted a tall woman with wavy blonde hair below her shoulders that seemed to be gray in some areas. She was using her wand to prop up a brand new set of twinkling lights near the gate door. She was humming something and it took Romina a moment to realize the woman was humming something in French.

Kassia cleared her throat and called out to the woman. "Mum?"

The woman dropped the twinkling lights when she looked back and found her visitors. "Oh!" Her eyes widened.

Romina felt like she might pass out when the woman looked directly at her.

"Bienvenue!" She lowered her wand and left it carelessly on the table. She took a long stride towards the group.

Romina immediately noted the elegant robes she wore all in pastel colors. Her face was wrinkled but there was a timeless beauty to her. Her lips were pink and stretched into a wide smile.

"Grandma! It's her!" Rolf exclaimed and immediately felt his mother's hard grip on his shoulder. She wanted him to be calm right now? Of all times!?

Romina swallowed hard when her grandmother chuckled. She even laughed softly and elegantly. How does one even do that?

"Oh, I know," the woman said, "You don't think I'd recognize my own eyes?"

Romina's hand ghosted around her eyes then. "Your eyes?" she repeated.

Her grandmother chuckled. "Well of course. I suppose you could have gotten them from your father but I hardly think so. They're mine. Same shade of brown. And big." She heaved a long sigh and gave Romina a look that the girl couldn't describe. "It is very nice to meet you, Romina. I'm your grandmother, Abigail."

"Yeah, I...I heard," Romina awkwardly smiled.

Abigail chuckled. "I suppose you have. I know Rolf has been talking to you. He is quite the talker. Didn't get that from this family."

"Hey," Gemma laughed. "I don't talk that much. And you should hear Adric, he gets going sometimes."

"I suppose he does," mused Abigail. She met Romina's stare and smiled. "Trying to picture me as grandma?"

"Kind of," Romina admitted. "I'm sorry—"

"Don't be," Abigail cut her off quickly. Her smile dropped to be replaced by an earnest face. "You take all the time you need, alright? We will all respect your boundaries, whatever you want them to be."

"Th-thank you…" Romina bit on her bottom lip, "Can I...could I...um, could I hug you?" She felt an insane heat blossom over her cheeks as soon as she croaked the question out.

Luckily for her, Abigail laughed. "That was definitely your grandfather. Come here!"

Romina practically jumped on the opportunity. Her hands wrapped around her grandmother tightly.

Abigail hugged her back within the second. "Welcome home, Romina."

Romina could feel stinging tears in her eyes so she decided to shut them before they decided to escape. She focused solely on the sweet hug her grandmother was giving her. She smelled so sweet—an elegant perfume no doubt. The anger she initially felt when she learned about their existence seemed to fade in that moment. Romina wouldn't wonder if it was going to come back, not right now.

"There, there," Abigail rubbed Romina's back. "From now on, if you'd like of course, you can have all the hugs you want."

"You're not going to pinch her cheeks?" Rolf asked and Romina heard the distinct sound of his hiss. His mother had just whacked him upside the head. "What?" He huffed. "I was just asking!"

Abigail shook her head. "My grandchildren," she slowly unwinded her arms and allowed Romina to take a moment. "My grandchildren."

"You really are French," Romina said, chuckling at her grandmother's light French accent.

"Oui!" Abigail bopped Romina's nose. "Born and raised."

"Is that why you design clothes?"

Abigail chuckled. "No, I've always liked creating things, not just clothes you know. I used to create things all the time when I was younger. Out of anything too."

"Mum, why don't you show her your room?" Kassia suggested. "While Dad finishes downstairs."

Abigail pointed at her daughter. "That's a good idea! But you might need to go downstairs and pull your father out. You know how lost he gets sometimes."

Kassia scoffed. "Just a little."

"What's he doing?" Romina asked, unable to stop the light feeling of disappointment that couldn't meet her grandfather right now.

"Taking care of his creatures, what else?" Abigail sighed with a chuckle. "But don't you worry, he's coming up for lunch. He's as excited to meet you as everyone else is. C'mon." She held her hand out for Romina. "I've got many things to show you. Kassia, Gemma, will you finish for me down here?"

"Of course," Gemma said. "Rolf, you can help."

"Can't I just go downstairs with grandpa instead?" Rolf said with a scrunched nose. He really didn't feel like decorating.

"Nope! Your father's going to help too! Go!"

Romina smiled when Rolf begrudgingly walked with his mother. She took Abigail's hand afterwards and walked with her back into the house.

"Are you well, my dear?" Abigail asked as they headed for the stairs. "Because you are more than welcome to tell me if you need some time or space…"

"I'm good, promise," Romina nodded. She was still nervous but the joy in getting to meet all of them was slowly winning out.

Abigail smiled and led her up the stairs. "Is there anything you want to know about me? Or anything you want to know in general?"

Romina could think of at least a thousand things she wanted to ask. It was hard deciding where to start. "If you're French, how'd you end up living in the English countryside?" That was probably the stupidest question of all but for some reason it was the easiest one to start with.

"After everything, your grandfather and I decided that we both wanted some peace. The cities are fine but I was always accustomed to living in these solitary houses and besides, I needed space and quiet to design. Your grandfather needed the space for his creatures."

Romina hummed. She eyed the portraits on hallway walls. Even the decoration upstairs was vintage-like. "Did you design this place? Style it?"

"Yeah, I have a knack for it, you could say." Abigail met Romina's gaze and shared a chuckle with her.

"Just a bit," Romina said, mimicking her aunt Gemma's tone from earlier. "My friend Daphne Greengrass is one of your biggest fans. She loves your clothes."

"The Greengrass family, yes," nodded Abigail thoughtfully. "They're avid clients of mine. What about you? Have you ever bought any of my creations?"

Romina shook her head. "No. I've lived in the muggle world all my life so I only really have muggle clothing, sorry. Bloomingdales and all."

"Don't apologize, Romina. It's nothing to be sorry about. From now on, though, you do have access to any of my designs. Your aunt Kassia has several of them too."

Romina smiled. "Thanks, although, I don't really attend any wizarding parties or balls."

"I also make casual robes, my dear," Abigail reminded her.

"Right…"

Abigail soon stopped them in front of a closed door. It was her designing room—a place where the magic literally happened. Romina faced a large room full of fabrics and sewing machines, half finished or half started creations. To her wonder, there were even half finished jewelry sets lying around.

"I am typically a neat freak but when it comes to designing...I have a different system," Abigail admitted with a sheepish chuckle.

"This is amazing!" Romina exclaimed. She zipped from one spot to the next to examine the robes that were being made. "You really work here?"

"Most of the time, yeah. Sometimes I meet Kassia at the factory but...I like my little workshop here."

"Grandma, this is incredible!"

Abigail's face softened when Romina addressed her that way. "Thank you," she whispered.

Romina stopped by a table with several different portraits. "Is this you?" she picked up one portrait of a moving blonde woman who was far younger.

Abigail moved up to see the frame. "Yes," she nodded. "That was my 17th birthday. My parents threw my a grand celebration for my coming of age. I had just graduated from the Beauxbaton Academy."

"The what?" Romina glanced at her grandmother curiously.

"The wizarding school in France, my dear. That's where I studied."

"Oh." Romian felt stupid. Abigail had said she was born and raised in France! "You look so pretty."

Abigail 'aw'd'. "You're too sweet."

Romina set the frame back in its place and moved onto another one. She recognized Abigail's young face this time and beamed when she saw who she stood beside. "That's him—that's my grandfather!"

It was her grandparents' wedding picture.

Abigail mused. "Yes, it is. Happiest day of my life."

"You guys do look so happy," Romina mumbled. She was studying every last detail of the picture. "Hey, Rolf kind of looks like him."

"Yes," Abigail chuckled. "It's funny how strong the genes can be sometimes."

Romina gazed over the picture for another minute then placed it back down on the table. Her eyes roamed over the next frames and curiously noticed her grandmother with another man, a shorter and chubbier man, and in the next frame she was in the middle of two women who were dressed to the nines in fancy robes. "Who are they?"

"Ah," Abigail scooted closer to her granddaughter, "You will of course be meeting them as well. They are my best friends in the entire world. That right there—" she pointed at the man, "—could technically be your uncle Jacob. He is like my brother, and for a while I truly believed he was."

Romina noticed the distant look that had suddenly settled over Abigail's face. "Grandma? Are you okay?"

"Yes, sorry," Abigail waved it off. "Part of a bigger story."

"I can listen to it," Romina immediately said.

"I'm not sure you're quite ready. At least not right now. All you need to know is that Jacob Kowalski is your uncle. Now those two women over in that one—that's Tina and Queenie Goldstein. Queenie's actually married to Jacob. They are my best friends and the reason I'm actually still here."

Romina sensed that this unknown story was pretty big and not every part of it was a happy one.

"They're like your aunts, Romina."

Romina nodded and looked at the last frame. It was the first frame she'd seen when she approached the table but she knew that getting to it would mean the happiness and giddiness would soon fade.

Adric, Kassia and Elora all smiled at the camera.

Romina didn't dare pick it up.

"It's alright, Romina," Abigail whispered. "Those questions—you're more than welcomed to ask. I just cannot guarantee that you'll like them."

Romina continued to stare at the picture, and Abigail noted the disdain in her granddaughter's eyes.

"She's got brown hair here..." Romina said suddenly, bringing Abigail's attention back.

"What, dear?"

"Elora, she's got brown hair there," Romina pointed.

Abigail silently noted the fact Romina did not call Elora her mother; she couldn't blame the girl.

"Every picture I have of her she has black hair."

"Yes, well, Elora was never fond of her hair. She dyed it as soon as she was old enough."

"Even when it's dyed hair, I still look just like her," Romina said, chewing on her bottom lip. "I have Caplan's eyes and hair but I still look like her." My dumb luck.

"You do," mused Abigail. "I imagine that it hasn't been easy coping with everything about her...and your father…"

Romina stared again, silently. Elora was smiling so genuinely in the picture, almost like she was happy and actually loved her siblings. "What happened?" She finally asked the question that had burned in her skull the moment she learned what her parents had done in the past. The only difference now was that she was with the woman who could possibly shed some light on Elora Oswell. Romina turned to her grandmother. "Why did my mother do everything that she did? What...made her become that?"

Romina had never found someone who was just as despondent as she was about Elora. Abigail's face contorted with deep pain. Her eyes fell on the frame of her children. "I don't know," she admitted. "Elora was always a bright child. She was my light before Adric was born. She...we gave her everything. Your grandfather and I, we had to fight a lot for this world and when everything was finally done, when we were finally able to settle down and enjoy our family, Elora was our everything."

"So...you spoiled her?" Romina asked. She could think of many kids who had been spoiled—Draco and Pansy came to mind first for some reason—but that would never explain how Elora ended up in Azkaban. Spoiling a child didn't make them horrendously dark.

Abigail shrugged her shoulders. "Maybe? I don't know. We disciplined her when we thought it was right. We taught her everything we knew, told her the stories of the fights that we had to face in the past just so she and every other child born after could live peacefully and without fear. For a while, Elora was fine. And then she went to Hogwarts. She started to change. She had already met your father but it wasn't the people around her who changed her. I think...I think it was always just her. It was something that had been locked away until she started doing dark magic. She found she was very talented at it. There was no stopping her from becoming who she did."

Romina felt like she was right back where she started. There was no clear answer about how Elora turned to the dark side. She would never get the answer — it wasn't like she would ever get to ask Elora directly.

"Romina, I feel like we owe you one huge apology," Abigail said, prompting Romina to look at her, "When Elora had you, we should have taken you. But we had hoped that you, her daughter, would be able to change her, but nothing was going to do that. We should've never placed that kind of job on you."

"Why didn't you come for me?" Romina blurted. Before coming, she had tried to plan on how she would ask the harder questions but the necessity to know why this part of the family had chosen to leave her be was much stronger than being "organized".

"Your uncle Lyonel took guardianship before we were able to find you," Abigail sighed. "By the time we caught up with what had happened, you were already legally under his care. He chose to take you away from this world and, as painful as it was to let you go, we knew that Lyonel would take care of you. A lot of people would have loved to get retribution against the Oswells and you, a toddler, would be an easy access point."

Romina stepped away from her grandmother, eyes downcast as the next question slipped from her. "Why didn't you try to see me when Rolf found out about me at Hogwarts? Things were calm by then."

"Fear," Abigail chuckled sadly and shamefully. "We had no idea who you turned out to be, but we knew that whoever you were was because of Lyonel. We didn't know if you knew about us, if you even wanted to see us. We didn't want to complicate your life."

"Could've helped me a lot, you know," Romina said. "I spent 14 years thinking none of my family wanted anything to do with me. I thought you gave up on me."

"We never gave up on you," Abigail shook her head. "We were afraid, I guess, that you would hate us."

"Hate you?" Romina said incredulously. "For what?"

"For what your mother did."

"What Elora did has nothing to do with you. I would have loved growing up having my grandparents in my life."

Abigail bit on her lip slightly, eyes shining with tears. "We could have, huh?" She exhaled a shaky breath. "I'm really sorry, Romina. If you would have us now...we would really like to be part of your life."

Romina didn't think twice before nodding. "I want to know who I am beyond that of an Oswell. I have cousins, aunts and uncles and...grandparents…" She made a weak gesture towards Abigail. "And god knows what else."

Abigail nodded. "We'll tell you everything you want to know, I promise. In the meantime, how would you like to help me finish this little necklace I'm working on."

Romina nodded. Working with her grandmother for the first time seemed like a great start to a new life. "Yes, I would like that."

Abigail motioned the girl to follow her to a table. Romina was dazzled with all the pretty stones and chains. It was an outright mess but somehow Abigail made it feel organized in her own way. She knew where everything was, even those smaller stones hiding under the bigger ones. While they worked, Romina got to learn more about Abigail.

She had lived in France for most of her life except for a short period in New York—this is where she had met that Kowalski man, the Goldstein sisters and of course her now husband. Romina noted that there were a lot of parts Abigail was purposely skipping over but for now, she thought it was best not to ask about it.

"So you're an only child like me," Romina said, ears perked up for any of the smallest details Abigail had to say. She held onto a silver wire for the unfinished necklace. Abigail was rummaging through a series of blue stones on the table.

"Mhm, I have a close cousin. She lives in France. You can meet her later on." Abigail flashed her granddaughter a smile, one that Romina immediately reciprocated.

Abigail Gejel belonged to an important pureblood family in France but as it turned out, they weren't part of any of the "nonsense muggle hatred" as she had put it.

Romina was relieved to hear that. She was also delighted to hear how Abigail had created the now exclusive fashion designing line. "You're a businesswoman!" Romina laughed. "Super cool! And back in the day too!"

Abigail hummed. "It was a challenge but I had the right support." She had finally found the right topaz stone she'd been searching for.

"You built your own business, that's really cool. And your designs are too. No wonder Daphne loves them!"

"You said Greengrass right?" Abigail used her wand to find the other topaz stones. She'd grown tired of manually searching for them. "Her mother is always upfront with the new lines. She pays in advance, you know?"

Romina chuckled lightly. "That sounds like Daphne would be. They're all about fashion."

"And you?" Abigail asked, pausing for a moment to glance at her granddaughter. "What are you about?"

Romina shrugged. "I don't know. I like fashion but not nearly as much as Daphne. I play violin—it's a muggle instrument—"

"I know," Abigail said, smiling at Romina's bashfulness. "Such a calming instrument." She prompted Romina to up the two ends of the wire then used her wand to slip the stones in. Romina was dazzled with the entire process and happily watched Abigail mend the sides to create a beautiful choker. "There we are," Abigail sighed contently. "It should match you well."

"What?" Romina blinked. "Me?"

"Well of course," Abigail said, turning to her with the choker in hand. "It'll match your headband. Beautiful shade of blue, by the way. Although, I may have added a stone that doesn't quite match—may I see it?"

"Huh?" Romina barely registered the question before she saw her grandmother's wand being waved again and the headband around her head untying. "Oh, wait!"

As soon as the headwrap was off, it reverted to its default silver color.

"Oh…" Abigail was naturally startled with the change.

"Yeah, I was going to tell you that…" Romina apologetically smiled. "It's charmed, you see? It's set to match whatever outfit I'm wearing. I chose blue today so…"

"It turned to blue," Abigail understood, "That's smart. I've heard of these but they kind of put me out of business, you know?"

Romina laughed with her. "It's cool but it'll never beat what you can make."

"These are high in the fashion world…" Abigail said, looking meaningfully at Romima. "You share you don't have an inkling for the fashion business?"

Romina shook her head. "Not really, sorry. It was a gift from a friend."

"Ah, well then, maybe she has the inkling."

Romina scrunched her face, her lips just barely holding back a laugh. "He has never mentioned that but, um, it would be fairly interesting." There, she had to snicker. She seriously doubted that Draco would ever have any type of desire to learn about fashion.

Abigail gave her granddaughter a sharp look. "Ah, is this friend a, um, special—"

"No!" Romina was quick to say. "It was Christmas, we all sent gifts to each other. Besides, if you ask me, I'm pretty sure his mother had to give him some pointers. When have you ever met a guy with good taste in accessories?"

Abigail's laugh faded into a hum. "Your grandfather has given me some peculiar things in the past."

"Yeah, I'm 90% sure that Narcissa Malfoy used her connections for all of us girl friends."

"Oh that woman," Abigail said with another hum, "She is our toughest customer but a wiz at events."

Romina snickered. "Yeah, that sounds about right."

Abigail still switched the topaz stones around to perfectly match the hair wrap. It was when she had finished that they heard a sharp 'Mum!' from downstairs. It was followed by 'He's done it again!'.

"Is something wrong?" Romina immediately asked, wondering if somebody had an accident of some sort. She relaxed slightly when she saw Abigail shaking her head with a light smile.

"Nothing I haven't dealt with before. Come on, I suspect you'll find it amusing." Abigail held a hand out for Romina and was soon leading them out of the room.

Romina had no idea what to expect but if Abigail wasn't nervous nor concerned, then she shouldn't be either. Voices started drifting towards them the closer they came downstairs.

"...I should say it's my turn!"

"Rolf, go help your aunt Kassia outside!"

"I am quite alright, just a bit of an accident…"

Romina hadn't recognized that voice. She stopped at the bottom step with Abigail and saw the commotion in the living room. Adric and Gemma, with a persistent Rolf, were standing around an older man whose back faced Romina and Abigail.

"Oh mon amour, what have you gotten yourself into now?" Abigail chuckled to herself as she walked over to the group. Rolf and his parents backed up a couple steps at the same time.

"Just—it was an accident," the older man continued to say, coughing afterwards.

"I'll say," Abigail mused over something on his face. Romina couldn't quite see. "What happened?"

"Long story short: wrong jar."

"Dad, you should really start labeling them," Adric said, causing a round of snickering from the rest.

"Stand still," Abigail said, pulling out her wand. "Tergio!"

Romina watched a light flash from the wand and felt even more curious to know what on earth had been cleaned off. She heard Lyonel and Sage often produce that same spell to clean the house faster.

"Honestly," sighed Abigail, "Did you plan on meeting your granddaughter with a soot-covered face?"

"Not precisely, no," her husband shook his head.

"Aha," Abigail mumbled. "Romina," her sudden call made Romina stiffen in her spot, "Come over here and meet your grandfather before he decides to get caught up in another mess." She flashed a smirk at her husband. "Not very unlikely, you'll come to find out."

Romina took slow steps towards the group, her wide eyes glued on the adults. She had no idea where to stop so she decided to come stand by Abigail. She soon met the gaze of her grandfather: a tall, slim man with tousled brown and gray hair, green eyes and freckles splayed over his wrinkled skin.

"Look at you—they're your eyes, Abby," he said in an out of breath manner. His eyes briefly flickered to Abigail who smiled sweetly in return. "It's always been your eyes going down the family line."

Romina couldn't help but flush. It seemed like that would be a common remark about her from now on. "Hi, um, I'm Romina…"

"Yes, I'm Newt, your grandfather." He had a lopsided kind of smile that seemed to just fit with his face. It gave Romina a sense of warmth. "It is very good to meet you at last."

Romina nodded. "Yeah. It's good to meet you too. I've, um, I read your book—again. I didn't know who you were during my first year so I didn't pay a lot of attention…"

Both Newt and Abigail laughed. "That's alright," Newt assured her in the end.

"I liked it, though," Romina went on, "Definitely learned a lot. Don't get me wrong, there are some creatures that I'm kind of afraid of, but it's still nice to learn about them."

"You don't have to be afraid of them, most creatures can be misunderstood. For example, most creatures large in size tend to be the ones most misunderstood."

"Oh! Like Buckbeak!" Romina exclaimed, glancing back at Rolf who agreed with a nod.

"Who?" Adric asked.

"The Hippogriff I told you about, remember?" Rolf said, "He scratched Draco Malfoy on his arm. He had it coming."

"Rolf!" His mother scolded him. "You know what? Didn't I tell you to go help your aunt outside? Let's go!"

"But Mum—"

Gemma wasn't letting him get away with it this time. She personally ushered Rolf out of the living room and a moment later, Adric decided to follow as well.

"He is right, though," Romina said, meeting her grandparents' gazes, "Hagrid, the, um, professor technically, he told us from the beginning that we had to be very careful when we came in contact with a Hippogriff."

"Hippogriffs are very proud creatures," Newt remarked. "It's all about showing them respect and knowing the boundaries. Most people fail to understand both concepts, I'm afraid."

Romina half smiled. "Yeah," she agreed. "I honestly thought they were kind of scary but I ultimately saw he was really loyal." Buckbeak was so loyal that he had helped Sirius Black escape death.

"I'm glad you did," Newt smiled at her with what Romina would like to think was pride. "It's all about the handling, really. You make one mistake and…" He made a gesture to his face for some reason.

Abigail chuckled beside him, understanding what he was trying to say. "You can end up with some cranky salamanders, eh?"

Newt tilted his head to the side. "It was an accident…"

"Oh, I have no doubt about that, mon amour. It wouldn't be the first time you came out of there with a soot covered face!"

"You have salamanders here?" Romina asked, eyes raking the room as if she would catch one of the lizards on the wall.

"That and more," Abigail said with a knowing smile.

"Where?" Romina couldn't see the place housing anything but a regular dog or a fish. Newt cleared his throat, gaining her attention, and pointed a finger down. Romina followed it to the floor and frowned. "What? You have a basement? Hardly the place to keep salamanders."

"Well, I don't know if you've noticed but your grandmother here is an expert decorator…" Newt made a gesture at the room, "I see myself skilled in maximizing space."

Abigail burst into laughter, starting Romina. Apparently, there was a joke she had missed or something. Newt seemed at a cross of pride over his words and embarrassed at the same time.

"A story for dinner, maybe," Newt told Romina when he saw her desperately trying to figure out why Abigail was laughing so much. "How about we have dinner and then afterwards, I can show you some of the creatures downstairs? Would you like that?"

Romina didn't hesitate to nod. "Aha!"

She followed them out of the living room to the backyard. The twinkling lights that Abigail had been working on were now completely finished, as was the table. Everything was set to eat. Romina sat down beside Rolf at the end of the table. On her other side was Abigail followed by Newt. Kassia was opposite of the teenagers followed by Gemma and then Adric. Romina eyed the mix of muggle and wizard food on the table with surprise. Even her own home didn't have that type so blatantly.

"It's good, I promise," she heard Abigail say.

Romina's cheeks flushed red with everyone's eyes on her. "Oh no, it's not that I didn't like it, it's just odd that there's all this food and…" She wasn't explaining herself very well and she knew it. "I think I'll just stop talking now."

The table shared laughs.

"Sorry," Romina said, biting on her bottom lip. "The only times I eat at a big table is when we're at Hogwarts but other than that it's just uncle Lyonel, aunt Sage and me. Guess I gotta work on my manners." She relaxed when everyone assured her she was doing just fine. They seemed to mean it so why shouldn't she believe it?

Lunch wrapped up way longer than it probably should've taken them. Romina found conversation with everyone and with such ease. For a while, she forgot about all the nerves that had been with her all day. She focused on the details she was learning about her family. Her aunt Gemma, for example, worked for the Daily Prophet. Her grandparents had long "retired" from their respective jobs but neither seemed to actually be able to stick to it. In fact, it was like they hadn't.

Romina soon felt the nerves start up again when her grandfather asked if she still wanted to go "downstairs" and see some of the creatures he had. She agreed but it was clear to everyone that she was a little reluctant. Perhaps she would've felt a little better if Abigail had accompanied them because she distinctly remembered Rolf mentioning that she was still a little frightened sometimes too. However, Abigail was a little preoccupied reprimanding her own son for something that Romina couldn't understand.

The woman was speaking incredibly fast and in French.

"She sounds really mad," Romina whispered as she and Newt headed for the living room. "And very...French…"

"Adric does go poking where he shouldn't," Newt said, sighing when they stopped and heard Abigail's distinct yell.

"REPOSEZ CE PLATEAU!"

Both Newt and Romina winced when they heard the shatter of a tray.

"Je vous ai dit que cela arriverait!" Abigail said in an exasperated cry.

Newt's lips were pulled into a knowing smile. "Adric also likes to think he's incredibly strong."

"Do you speak French?" Romina suddenly asked him curiously.

"Enough to know when she's upset," he said, making Romina giggle. "If the words are not 'mon amour', I am in trouble. Alright then, ready?"

Romina nodded and followed closely behind as he moved towards a study. She took note of all the books that filled the shelves and, of course, more family portraits. Before she inched close to any of them, she heard a creak and saw that her grandfather was pulling a part of the floor up, like a trap door!

She grinned. She should have figured that's what they had meant. They both went down the stairs and Romina then figured out another thing. Her grandfather was really good at maximizing space. "It's bigger on the inside," she remarked, earning a good laugh from him.

"Sort of, yeah," he nodded.

She shouldn't be surprised with it, really, but living in a perfectly normal muggle house in the muggle world sometimes made itself really present in her life. This basement didn't even look like a basement. There were waters as if there was an actual ocean within the house...with a sun! She couldn't tell where that sun was but it was strong! Grassy plain fields also filled some of the rooms—that's what she could tell from where they stood. She had yet to move. Along with the spacious rooms she heard the mix of several, and she meant several, growls from creatures.

"Romina?"

The girl blinked. She'd been staring at everything for too long, hadn't she? She straightened up and moved closer to her grandfather. "They're not...they're not going to bite me are they?"

Newt smiled and brought a hand to her back. "Remember what you said about the Hippogriff in Hogwarts?" She nodded. "Well, just apply that here. Rolf says you've dealt with creatures already and you always passed the assignments."

"W-well yeah but...that was at school," Romina said, unknowingly leaning closer to his side. "Hagrid's really good at supervising, you know? That whole mishap with Malfoy was a fluke. We didn't really handle anything dangerous."

"I don't have anything dangerous here, Romina, I promise," Newt said. He smiled at her encouragingly. "No creature is dangerous. It's all about the handling, remember?"

"Yeah," Romina said. She read that over and over in his book and it did make sense. Everything and everyone had to be treated with respect in order to forge a good relationship, that included big creatures.

Sensing she was still slightly frightened, Newt suggested they look at something small. "I think you'll like this one," he promised as they moved further through the basement.

"How do you know?" Romina said. She'd clasped her hand around his tightly.

"Because your grandmother went through the same thing when we first met. Once she got to know him, everything else sort of fell into place."

"What is it?" Romina grew curious the more they walked.

Newt said nothing and instead stopped by what seemed to be a regular tree. Romina knew better than to believe that. Still holding onto her grandfather's hand, she leaned closer and gasped when she saw green moving.

"The Bowtruckles!" she exclaimed, proud of herself that she remembered them now. Rolf's reminders definitely helped! "You have a whole bunch of them!"

Newt gently pulled her slightly back. With his free hand, he reached for the tree with one finger sticking out. "Romina," he said as one particular Bowtruckle started climbing over his finger, "This is Pickett." Romina's eyes widened when he drew his hand back and the Bowtruckle was left between them. "He has been with us for a very long time. Your grandmother warmed up to him first."

"Hi there Pickett," Romina felt silly wiggling her fingers at the little green creature. She gasped when Pickett threw a raspberry at her. "Well!"

"Hey now," Newt turned slightly from Romina, giving the bowtruckle a stern look. "She's not a stranger. Abby's not going to be happy if you're not kind to our granddaughter."

Romina was fairly bemused when Pickett quickly climbed over Newt's arm, over his shoulder and to his other arm that was right in front of her. She giggled. He was trying to mend his behavior.

"I had him before I met your grandmother but two minutes with her made him absolutely adore her," Newt said, watching Pickett attempt to launch himself from his hand to Romina's arm. "...to the point of choosing to hide out in her pockets instead."

Romina giggled. She finally made it easier for the poor bowtruckle by raising her hand and allowing him a much safer passage. He didn't think twice in crawling over. "Hi there, I'm Romina," she introduced herself again. "You're kinda cute."

"Oh, that's exactly what Abigail said—I'll have to check your pockets before you go," Newt said, "He will hide if he gets the chance."

Romina laughed at the idea of bringing Pickett home only for Sage or Lyonel to find him creeping around the house. "You would definitely frighten aunt Sage."

Newt watched her toggle with Pickett for a minute or so. It was uncanny how stories repeated themselves. From Abigail...to Elora...to Romina.

Romina raised her gaze to him. "Can he stay with me while we're here?"

The story definitely repeated itself. Newt nodded, saying a clear 'of course'. He doubted Pickett would actually want to go back anytime soon anyways.

On their stroll, Romina got to see several other creatures. She saw some strange looking snakes that, to her awe, would turn to ash as soon as they laid some priceless eggs. She didn't say it but she figured that her grandfather already knew muggles would be all over those eggs. She wandered a little to follow an orange creature that looked incredibly a lot like a butterfly. When Newt caught what she was following, he told her it was a Flitterby moth.

"Why couldn't they just call it a butterfly?" Romina asked. She glanced at Pickett who had come to sit on her shoulder. He shrugged his leafy arms at her.

"These are not like butterflies, Romina," Newt said as he led her into another field-like room.

Romina was awed by the dozens of butterfly-like creatures. "Why not?" she asked.

"Well, for starters, they do that," Newt pointed to a couple of the moths whose wings were glowing scarlet.

Romina gasped. "Oh, that's pretty. Definitely not like butterflies."

"They also hum a little when they're flying—listen." Newt put a finger over his lips and motioned her to stay quiet. As soon as they had and got past the flapping of wings, they heard a few hums here and there.

Romina grinned. "Wow! They do! It's like they're laughing!"

"Yeah, that's what many people like to say."

"You know, I think Hagrid might have a few of these now that I'm thinking about it. I should probably visit more and then I'll see for real."

"You like the gamekeeper, then? Sorry, professor, right?"

"Mhm," Romina nodded. "He's kind of like you. He loves creatures, even the ones that most people would be afraid of. He's friends with this big spider—a king spider from the forest."

Newt smiled. "I would tell you to stay away from the forest but my reputation would laugh at me."

Romina side-glanced him. "You're still incredibly smart," she said, knowing full well from Rolf that their grandfather had been expelled from Hogwarts. For what reason, she didn't know and she didn't think she needed to know.

Newt thanked her for the compliment. "It'll be nice to see my grandchildren graduate, both of them at the same time."

"Even if, um, we're not both in Hufflepuff?" Romina asked sheepishly, bringing her hands together in front of her.

"Your mother was in Slytherin," Newt reminded her. "And I loved Elora."

"But she...she did a lot of bad stuff," Romina said, biting on her bottom lip.

"But not because of her House," Newt said, sighing much like Abigail had when they started talking about Elora. "I had a very good friend once and she was in Slytherin. She made a few mistakes but she was a good person. Your House does not define you, Romina. It certainly didn't with your mother."

"I know that every House has its bad apples but I feel like people just automatically see Slytherins as bad people. It has certainly made things harder for me sometimes. Many of my friends are in Gryffindor. The friends I have in Slytherin—most of them are good but there's others…" She balled her fists as soon as she thought of Pansy.

"I understand, Romina, trust me. I know what Hogwarts could be like. It's why sometimes I can't say I really missed going there. Everyone I met were people outside of it, really far from it actually."

Romina found the energy to smile. "Grandma showed me pictures in her room and all of your friends are Americans. Plus, grandma's French. How'd you meet?"

Newt's eyebrows raised as he thought of the story and how long it would be to tell it all. Plus, like Abigail, he thought she was too young for it anyways. "I was making a trip to New York and it so happened that your grandmother was living there for a while."

"Odd place to meet a French woman, especially in the 20s," Romina said, scrunching her face. "And, I guess, the love of your life…"

"You'll never know when something like that can happen so don't go knocking on it," Newt warned playfully, "You never know."

"Yeah, I doubt that whatever happened to me will happen to me," Romina said, "Unless you want to tell me the full story so I know how to avoid something like that?"

"There's no story," Newt said far too quickly.

Romina then glanced at Pickett. "What do you think? You were there."

"Pickett," came Newt's warning call. "Abigail wouldn't like it."

Pickett "decided" to crawl down Romina's cardigan to slip into her pocket. Romina snorted and looked at Newt. "You're not very good at lying, are you?"

Newt bobbed his head. "It's not one of my stronger suits, no."

"Well, if I ask you something one more thing, you'll tell me the truth?"

"I suppose I would." Newt looked at her while she decided how to ask her questions and when he thought she'd gone through enough, he helped her out. "We did love you, Romina. From the moment we knew about you, we loved you. Our hope was that you would be able to help Elora come back." Romina ducked her head; it was like her grandmother had said. "You were so young when Elora was captured and...Lyonel beat us, I guess."

"You could have looked for me," Romina said quietly.

"We knew that you were safe and at the end of the day we just...we didn't want to put you in the middle of two battling families. You deserved stability, you deserved a home filled with love and nurture."

"Away from the wizarding world," Romina pointed out with a long sigh to follow. "Because that's how I was raised. Away from everything, in a small little neighborhood."

"But were you loved?"

"Well, yes, but—"

"Then it wasn't all for nothing," Newt said. He sighed and brought a hand down on Romina's shoulder. "But I understand your anger towards us. It's been in my experience that families are not always easy to be with. Please know that we never forgot you. The moment Rolf told us you were attending Hogwarts, we've been present."

"So I guess you know all about my challenging years, then," Romina said, unable to look at her grandfather out of shame.

"Once again, I am no stranger to hard years at Hogwarts. And I also know that you have come out each time better than before."

"I'm not good," Romina whispered. "Rolf's told me about your past, how you fought in wars...I'm not good like that. I've hurt those who hurt me."

"To kill?"

"Course not, just...well..." Romina groaned just thinking about the stupid things Pansy had done to her in the past. When she told her grandfather about them, he offered her a comforting smile.

"At the end of the day, you're all still children. And with such raging emotions. You are not bad, Romina. Don't ever think otherwise."

Romina swallowed hard before meeting her grandfather's gaze. "I'm glad I met you guys. I don't want to lose any of you again."

"You won't," Newt assured her. "You're finally home with us, and if you're still interested, I'd love to show you more of my creatures."

Romina nodded at the idea. "I'd love to."

"You're not afraid anymore?"

"I have my grandpa with me, I'll be fine."

Newt smiled fondly at her. He watched as Romina curled her arm around his then excitedly asked him what else they could see. He was more than happy to show her around.

At the end of the day, Romina would eagerly ask her aunt and uncle if she could please stay for the night. And when they gave her permission and it was time for bed, Romina found that she had a roommate. A small, leafy green roommate.

#ocapp #allaboutocs #ochub #fyeahharrypotterocs #harry potter #harry potter ocs #draco Malfoy fics #draco Malfoy imagines #draco Malfoy x oc #harry potter fics #harry potter imagines #hp #hp fics #hp imagines #oc: Romina Oswell #fic: legacies

[untitled-writer-013]

Hello :) I was just wondering if I could get a matchup with me and a marvel character or slasher (yandere maybe?) if that's okay with you and if so, this is my info:

Well, my name is vi, I have autism, I am 173 cm, I have short Orbin hair, my favorite color is yellow, I wear big baggy clothes, I am pansexual, I Love horror movies and marvel movies because it keeps me distracted, I have a kind of dark humor 😭, I mostly sleep, play games, watch movies, and hang out with friends, I have a kind of midsized body? (Big thighs, wide ribcage, large breasts,) I am pretty clumsy (mostly because I don't watch where I am going 💀💀) I am REALLY pale, but I have freckles on my cheeks, I LOVE READING FANFICS THEY GIVE ME BUTTERFLYS 😍🤚, and last of all, I am funny as hell 😎.

Thank you for reading this :)

I ship you with..

Bucky Barnes!

Bucky would fall absolutely in love with you. From your love of horror movies and dark humor to your hobbies, he would think that you were the sweetest doll he’s met. Now, because of his self doubt, it would take him a bit before he could work up the courage to ask you out. Before asking you out, he would intimidate anyone that dared try to steal you away from him. He had worked so hard to get close to you, he wasn’t gonna let some random guy sweep you away.

After asking you out, he would spoil you rotten. He’d have you choose the movie before setting up a personal movie night for the two of you, even buying you a fluffy yellow blanket for you to snuggle into while watching movies with him. He would hold you close, making sure you were comfortable before turning his attention back to the movie. 

Your clumsiness would make the super soldier worry sick about you. He has caught you from falling too many times to count, and he honestly worries about your safety when he has to leave your side for a mission. He’ll ask for Jarvis to keep an eye on you, and if you did manage to injure yourself while he was gone, he’d put everything aside to tend to you and treat your wounds. Once done, he would press a kiss to where you had hurt yourself, reassuring that he would make it all better.

Now, while Bucky didn’t just date women for their looks, your beauty was what first drew him in. From your lovely thighs to the freckles on your cheeks, he adored everything about you. Plus, the color yellow complimented your hair perfectly. He’d be sure to compliment every little detail about you any time he noticed that you were feeling self conscious. He could never let you forget just how beautiful you are.

All in all, there’s nothing that this yandere doesn’t love about you, because for him you’re the perfect darling!

~fin~

author’s note: this is my first matchup in quite a while, so i hope i haven’t gotten too rusty! the last time i wrote a matchup was over two years ago, so to get a request for one was quite the pleasant surprise! you sound absolutely stunning, and i am a total horror movie fanatic! glad to see we enjoy some of the same things! <33

#bucky barnes #yandere bucky barnes #marvel matchup #bucky barnes matchup #yandere matchup

[holywaterforevery3ne]

Hey hey! I heard match ups are open you know what that means :) [okay but seriously don’t feel forced to do this if you dont wanna!]

I go by Nanako, pronouns are she/her and im a straight girl. Sooooo.. i’ve got curly black hair that’s like halfway down my back, a square fringe over my forehead and faded freckles scattered pretty much all over my nose and cheeks. I’m 5ft and im often mistaken as a 12 y o (i’m not). My cheeks are usually reddish. I like wearing off-shoulder tops, shorts + skirts. Sometimes(rarely) i’ll wear stockings.. like if it gets cold. Oh and i like boots. But mostly i like shorts or skirts cause my legs get wayyy too itchy and uncomfortable if i wear pants/leggings or anything else. My mbti is intj and im usually pretty quiet and observant + easily flustered but despite that i like to jokingly flirt with ppl (if they’re okay with it) and im very affectionate :> still, i’m more introverted and it’s super easy for me to get anxious to the point of feeling faint when im in crowded places. when im in my comfort zone im usually very jumpy (adhd go brrrr) and chatty. my mind’s constantly wandering and i can skip from topic to topic- it gets annoying so i usually warn ppl to tell me to stop if i start doing it and they feel bothered. I get distracted by everything. Still somewhat manage to be analytical tho? according to @m5dearbri i kin mitsuri but im not sure, of course and i cant be 100% mitsuri. Unfortunately i get jealous easily but i make sure to never show it

I write in my spare time and draw! But i also practice flower arrangements and im an avid reader.

I’ve got like a huge sweet tooth and will devour any pastry but i have a soft spot for green tea mochi…. I likeeeeeee ppl who dont ignore me cause im usually overlooked for being the youngest in my family and who actually take me seriously + scary stories. So my dislikes.. bugs and people who hurt others on purpose.

Hehe i’ll shut up now and let you be in peace :) love ya!

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Your match up is..

Tanjiro Kamado!!

Note : I apologize if it's short..

🌊 ; Tanjiro the person that everyone falls for

🌊 ; The Kamado Tanjiro who falls for you ♡

🌊 ; When tanjiro first met you he was easily calmed by your presence, you seemed to be quite a lovely person and because of that he decided to talk to you!

🌊 ; he was a bit worried when he introduced nezuko to you, thinking you'd be frightened..

🌊 ; But you guys enjoyed eachother's company!!

🌊 ; but enough of nezuko.

🌊 ; when he found out you were great at drawing boy was amazed 💖

🌊 ; he kinda shyly asked if you could draw him

🌊 ; he drew you as a thank you😍

🌊 ; just dont ask him to draw anyone who isnt you or nezuko.

🌊 ; it would look hideous

🌊 ; you kinda remind him of mitsuri in a way honestly

🌊 ; If you told him you have adhd he'd be confused. When you explain to him he'll care for you more! ( does that make sense? ) asking if you're comfortable whenever in crowds, when you look like You're about to faint he carefully drags you out of the crowd and asks if you need anything

🌊 ; he loves you sm<33

🌊 ; always complimenting your art!

🌊 ; he doesn't mind the fact you're talkative around him he just sits and listens to whatever you have to say!

🌊 ; HES ALWAYS HUGGING YOU I PROMISE but if you get uncomfortable he'll stop just ask him

🌊 ; whenever he comes back from missions he either has a handful of flowers or sweets he bought for you

🌊 ; cooks you anything you want literally just ask him he doesn't want you to cook since he's afraid you might get hurt

🌊 ; if you flirt with him as a joke his face would turn as red as his hair

🌊 ; before you guys started dating he kept talking to nezuko asleep telling her "she's really pretty"

🌊 ; whenever he looks at you and nezuko talking to each other his smile widens

🌊 ; oh you dislike bugs? He'd keep a 5 meter distance from you and the bugs

🌊 ; overall 10/10 s/o :)

#tanjiro x reader #match ups open #kny x reader

[uldren-sov]

1, 9, 13 for brokeback boys (mat and tomaj LOL) and dare i ask for erzsy abt her boys if you want to do that (but you don't have to ik it's a lot)

we make a lot of refs to brokeback mountain despite never having seen it LOL all these other boys belong to YOU //ratgrab(affectionate) @sotc

Erzsy and her BOIS are under the read more w some of your art <33

Mátyás Szervác

1. What drew your character to their LI and vice versa?

When you see this wholeass beautiful mans, with sunkissed skin and freckles, auburn curls dewy with sweat, arms flexed to just bang the shit out of a wrought iron bar, maybe a man will stop and stare for a bit and be a little jealous of the anvil. No, LOL (or at least not totally.) Fair to say that Mat was immediately attracted to Tomaj, but it was more the fact that he also seemed to have a love of his craft that Mat could pick up on from the get-go that made him take a chance on him and try to actually pursue him. I can't really speak for Tomaj of course but in my completely unbiased opinion Mat isn't too bad to look at either.

9. How open are they with their feelings?

He's very open! He has a bad habit of keeping his heart on his sleeve and being upfront with most everything that's not only going on in his mind but in his heart at any given moment. He wanted to get away from all of the white lies and politicking that comes from being a Courtier in Zarkany's highest non-Princely courts. The only way he was able to do that was with brutal honesty. And with Tomaj he eventually seeks to just explain and reason out why he may feel a certain way so as to allow Tomaj to understand him better, accepting him as well so that even if they disagree on something, they may be able to better agree to disagree and not have hard feelings as a result.

13. How do they react at being away from each other?

Badly lol. Once they're together Mat will miss Tomaj fiercely, and letters only will do so much to convey his want of their connection. He longs for the kind of up front and obvious shows of their affection for each other, so he definitely wants to bring Tomaj along on all of his little adventures. When that can't happen though, he does try to write as much as he can, as often as he can, until he can return to Tomaj. And then, well, Tomaj doesn't seem to be one to hide his feelings either :)

Erzsébet

1. What drew your character to their LI and vice versa?

With Samir, initially, it was survival. They were a couple of kids on the streets of chalktown and together they actually stood to stand a chance at just living. Then, as they started growing older, that kind of same implicit and unshakable trust turned into curiosity and budding affection as they trusted each other in new and intimate ways. As they got older though, it was pretty obvious that on top of this unshakable bond between them, that puberty eventually hit them like Orc Himself and it was far easier to jump into a romantic relationship because of that. But for Erzsy, it's that he's been this shelter from the storm of their lives. That trust has been a constant and it's that knowledge that there's just no taking one from the other, just keeps her unable to move on and then later able to embrace the totality of just what they have. If fate wasn't real, how do they keep meeting and falling in love? With Ethan: big scary dramatic which means he's hot as HELL. lmao Given the circumstances that she first met him, it was ILL ADVISED but eventually getting to know him as being this very earnest and sensitive soul is definitely something that draws her to him past the initial rivalry of their positions. And then of course, his immediate passion kept her hooked especially with how much he hides it; so both his passion and the lengths he goes to hide it - so that it seems like only she gets to see it - both drew her to a relationship with him. I can't speak for the lads but, you know, booba (respectfully.)

9. How open are they with their feelings?

She's pretty open about her feelings, probably moreso to Samir than to Ethan if only because Samir will understand that even if she does not know where the feelings are coming from, or if they even last very long, in that moment she just has to get the feeling out and get over it so she can continue on. I feel as though Ethan would want to talk more about her emotions and why she's feeling a certain way, which might exasperate her when she exists very much in the moment; and once that moment is done she'll leave it behind. So even if she's open with her feelings, she doesn't linger on very emotional issues or her emotions for very long to consider them as significant to share all the time. She doesn't attribute a lot of weight to her emotions, even though her emotions can ramp up very quickly and very dramatically, but then those moments are over and she'll recover and move on so that more important things may happen.

13. How do they react at being away from each other?

She doesn't have much of a reaction to it. Further down the line, she'll miss them, of course, but she's very much an independent spirit. She is content, at the very least, alone for long stretches of time. Comfortable with herself, she doesn't necessarily rely so much on the bois, but she'll definitely miss them terribly before long, if only for the want to share what she experienced with. (But when they're with each other, she's very much starved for their attention at literally every moment LOL.)

#ask meme answers #OC: Erzsebet #TTRPG OC #OC: Matyas

[yippieitsarvensart]

OK OK SO !!! HCS FIRST 👇👇

both the tweels > bpd, autistic. also partially blind in both eyes and wear contacts (morays have shit eyesight), their vision gets shittier the lighter the ambient, + they have shit balance but are pretty fast. they have long hair shaved on both sides, are black w/ vitiligo, notable on their face on the same side of their black hair strand (stolen hc), and have freckles with their merform's colors. oh and their gills never go out so they can breathe underwater + their ears are that shape i drew on floyd always, bc the potion cant take those things away. they have some scars from brawls in the ocean. in my head they also purr. AND theyre both transfem. to me. (they use any prns but mostly he/she) + theyre every gender under the sun & bissexual/panssexual, they date everyone regardless of gender

floyd specific > adhd. gets overwhelmed pretty easily and his meltdowns consist of him whining and crying and breaking stuff and wanting attention. can understand tone when hes in a good mood only + has super control of his tone & voice, not masking just very good w it. he can toletare tight clothing but as long as its 1 item, prefers large ones. also he likes enclosed spaces and needs stimulation 24/7, never stops never stills, either has music or is fidgeting. special interest is fashion (mostly shoes) :3c

jade specific > slight ocd. its not that big but its there. hard to get overwhelmed but when he does he breaks and throws everything around him, even people. has more difficulty w tone and his face + voice is almost always stuck in that customer service one, poor guy. absolutely LOVES tight clothing and tight spaces. hes not very hyperative hes just chillin most of the time. vibrating slightly sometimes when hes vv happy. special interest is mushrooms ofc!

bonus riddle > bdp, autistic, ocd. also has depression & anxiety. uses he/she and is transfem bigender sapphilean (mlm wlw) ! the white strand you comented abt on my art (thank you sm for the kind comments btw <33) is a hc that i have about the after effects of chap 6. she ended up having that white strand and cant seem to get it out no matter what... has dyed it before but gave up eventually. anyways she has chronic pain on her wrists bc of writing so much! i also hc that his overblot left burn scars on his arms, legs & face. in the begginings of nrc time he had an ED, but after his 3rd year he was very recovered and is now pudgy. her special interests are books & hedgehogs :D

(+ i can talk abt silver & sebek if you want :3c)

ANYWAYSS, jchshjds riddle is so silly hes so unaware of social clues poor guy..... its so funny that hes the only one out of the loop there. but they work it out eventually....

honestly im convinced sebek would try asking him on a date and riddle would accept but he would know it was a date. and this happened for a long time. until riddle told trey & cater about him, sebek and silver hanging out and they were like "riddle.... thats a date.... you guys are doing things boyfriends do" and hes all "we are What." jdjwndjsn

I DO HAVE TIME give me some ingredients (ideas) and i'll cook (write) . bc unfortunelly i am not so big on ideas rn 😔😔

also THE IMAGE ?!!??!(($!? HGJDHS ive saved it its so silbekrid....

I was literally looking at this in the morning while eating breakfast like "I'll respond to this after I eat" Now, 7:30pm, I start writing out a response. smh.

YOU LITERALLY HAVE THE CREATIVEST MIND EVER?? THE REALEST THOUGHTS IN THE GALAXY???

I have actually mentioned before that I also think the twins have shit eyesight and how I think it goes down is like; ONLY JADE uses contacts, Floyd finds the idea of putting those things ON YOUR EYEBALLS is like actually disgusting he would rather DIE. So he- Like Jade -Has prescription glasses, but he never uses them unless he's in his own room and wants to actually see clearly. Azul insists he wears them while working in the lounge because he doesn't need Floyd tripping over and breaking things, it would be annoying to clean up after him. (translated: I really don't want you to get hurt please wear ur glasses so I can stop worrying about you) I don't actually have hcs for the twins' sexualities n' genders but I feel like they're so nonbinary spectrum 2 me... and also bi/pan is so real 2me now thhank you... Tweels purring real... idc if eels can't actually purr they can now... The separate-specific hcs I agree with it all, very very super real

YES go ahead and talk about the other two as well I love your massive awesome brain it's so full of things and I need to study you under a microscope methinks... I love love love Silver especially, he's one of the characters that when I hadn't played twst yet he caught my eyeee and I was like !!!! :OOO pretty boy alert!! Although with Sebs it took a little longer, I've only just recently started liking him a lot more but with the help of hcs and deep diving into lore I have quickly warmed up to his character... Love the boy Love him <33

and Riddllleeee... ohhh Riddle <3333 I'm #FallingInLove for real (take this part as inspo for a fic if you want boo, I can write prompts all day) Riddle just being so confused when caycay n' Trey tell her he's been going on dates this whole time. Like why didn't I get told about this. Have we been dating this entire time and I didn't know. And then she has a crisis and freaks out about it because "what if Sebek and Silver didn't know either and they are literally just my friends and they see me as a friend-" and all these 'what if's' go through his head and it makes him go. coo-coo. So he's extra irritable, too many heads are rolling once again, and she's trying extra hard to avoid/ignore/turn down any of Sebek's and Silver's offers to hang out BECAUSE SHE JUST FEELS SO AWFUL ABOUT IT like they really. REALLY need to talk it out. SebeSil go to someone else (can't think of any1 rn, maybe lilia?) to ask for advice on what to do... AUUGHHH then idk 1000 words later they k-k-kiss and make up (like the song. aha)

#arvy asks #arvy... writes prompts? #also I did read the other ask abt ur response to the playlist #I just couldn't think of what to say in response so #I mean I think I accidentally deleted the ask but whatever #I read it don't worrieee

[creacherkeeper]

take ur pick: aelwyn & sam touch 41, adaine & kristen hand holding 36, or fig & sandralynn hugs 33

adaine & kristen - unconsciously searching out each other’s hand while sleeping

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Adaine looked up as a creak sounded from the wooden floorboards in the hallway. It was late, and no one else should've been up. Old instincts sent a flare of panic through her chest - like she was about to be caught, and punished. She was jumpy tonight, anyway, which was why she was down here, sitting in a blanket nest on the floor of the living room as a 10-hour stream of a fireplace crackled on the old TV. With Aelwyn gone for the night, her wizard's tower felt so separated from the rest of the house, all quiet and lonely and dark. Boggy croaked beside her, and the panic in her chest died down. There was nothing, and no one, to fear in the old house.

Stopping in the doorway, Kristen stared at her - her hair rumpled, a blanket held tightly around her shoulders. She was wearing boxer shorts with old-fashioned cartoon characters Adaine didn't recognize, and one of the tank tops Tracker had left behind - big and loose on the smaller girl's frame, but snug on Kristen's. She looked like she hadn't slept a wink, like maybe it wasn't the first night that was true. They both blinked at each other in the pale red light of the staticky fire.

"Hey," Kristen croaked.

"Why are you up?" Adaine whispered back, her voice hoarse after hours of silent reading.

A shrug, tired, with one shoulder. "Couldn't sleep."

"Yeah," Adaine said. "Me too."

Kristen nodded, reaching up to rub at her face. Quiet and somber wasn't a good look on her, Adaine thought. Kristen needed a dopey grin and a sparkle in her eye, or she just wasn't the same.

"Do you want to sit with me?"

After a moment of hesitation, Kristen nodded, and crossed the room. Instead of sitting, she let herself fall heavily to the ground and curled into a ball at Adaine's side.

Adaine placed her bookmark between the pages and set the book to her other side. Moving slowly, she let her fingers card through Kristen's red, wavy hair. The other girl let out a short sigh and pushed closer, face pinched and eyes tightly closed.

"Baby girl, what's wrong?" she teased, one side of her lips drawing in a smile. She was trying to lighten the mood, the little nickname always something that made Kristen laugh. But part of her knew that this quiet moment, just the two of them and the flickering flame, hand moving over hair, was something they both needed equally.

Kristen swallowed, rough. "Do you ever, like ... I don't know. Just think about how fucked up everything is?"

"Like everything in general?"

"I guess." Her eyebrows drew tighter, pushing together the freckles on her face. "Everything that's- that's happened to us, I mean."

"Oh. Yeah. A lot."

Kristen hummed. "Do you think ... do you think it stops? Or is it just gonna keep being fucked up forever?"

For a moment, Adaine was quiet. Her hand stilled, then moved again.

"I know I'm the Oracle, but I don't have the answer to that. I wish I did."

"Yeah," Kristen breathed. "Shit."

Removing her hand, Adaine shifted so she was laying mirroring the other girl, their faces inches apart and knees brushing together. Kristen let her eyes open warily, a heavy sheen of tears over her eyes. Adaine thought the others didn't give credit to how heavily things weighed on Kristen. They saw the lovable goofball she always presented herself as, and didn't too often look at the deeply scarred girl beneath. It was a front for everyone's benefit, even her own. But sometimes things got to her. She was only human.

"I do know one thing, though."

"Hm?" Kristen managed, throat obviously choked.

"Whatever happens, we deal with it together. You know we're not going anywhere."

With a sniffle, a few tears leaked across the bridge of her nose and down the other side of her face. "Yeah."

Reaching back, Adaine snagged a blanket from the pile and pulled it over the both of them. She made a show of straightening it around Kristen's shoulder and getting them both tucked in tight.

"Do you want to tell me what you've been thinking about? I'm not really tired yet."

A small nod. "Yeah. That might help."

"I'm listening."

The fire on the television snapped and crackled. Boggy croaked soothingly in his sleep as the two girls whispered to each other all through the long hours of the night. They didn't fall asleep until the sun was already peeking through the curtains, and both of them were well and truly spent. No one bothered them as they dozed through the morning, blanket draped over them both, their hands clasped tight between them as they clung together in their sleep.

#fantasy high #fantasy high fic #dimension 20 #adaine abernant #kristen applebees #1) chubby kristen supremacy #2) has anyone else not stopped thinking about siobhan calling kristen babygirl for like a year or #is that just me #anyway have some angsttttt because it fuels my heart #i love their friendship its very underrated #and the prompt was too cute i had to #okay bye

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Adrenaline

YOU GUYS. I just hit 400 followers here on the tumble machine. I cannot thank you guys enough for your love and support and allowing me to explore this side of my creativity with you <3 To celebrate, I asked some of my friends in @continentcakeshop to give me pairings to go with a short list of prompts. So over the next little while, I will be posting 6 fics to fill those prompts!

For Prompt #4, we have “Keep quiet or someone'll hear“ for @major-trouble <33

Relationship: Lambert/Jaskier

Rating: Explicit

Content Warnings: smut, public sex, voyeurism, oral

Summary: Lambert does his best to escape a party, and finds himself on a balcony with the bard who brought him there in the first place.

Lambert narrowed his eyes at the twinkling stars above, attempting to will away the sounds of the party just around the corner of shrubbery with sheer mental force. He’d escaped the overwhelming sights and sounds quick enough, traversing through twisting hallways and up spiraling staircases, only to wind up at a balcony barely a floor above and no more than fifty paces away from the seemingly never-ending celebration.

He wasn’t even sure why he was there in the first place. Sure, he’d slain the basilisk that had been prowling the countryside for a fortnight, but he didn’t belong at an event like this. He should’ve just taken his coin and left, just like any other contract.

But no.

Of course, Geralt’s fucking bard found him in the tavern, and of course he was the one to inform Lambert of the contract on the damned overgrown lizard in the first place. Now, Lambert knew what a softie Geralt was with his bard. He’d let him tag along on contracts with merely the bat of some pretty eyelashes and a peek of fuzzy chest hair. But that was where Lambert drew the line. He’d told those stunning blue eyes that he didn’t need to be worrying about his tight little ass while also trying to avoid spitfire. He promised a good story in return for the bard’s songs, but that was all.

And then, when he’d come back, Jaskier had already roped the whole damned court into throwing a ball in celebration of his ‘victory over the beast’ and insisted that he join them, ‘just for a bit.’

And damn, did Lambert understand Geralt when he looked into those pleading eyes.

One thing led to another and there he was, alone beneath a clear starry sky with his ears ringing from the countless voices not nearly far enough away and his mind rattled trying to figure out a mental map of the castle to find a better hiding spot.

Before he could get terribly far though, a somewhat familiar set of footsteps pattered up the stairs in his direction, soft and frantic, well used to a Witcher’s ears listening for them. Lambert needn't turn to find Jaskier behind him, he could practically feel the rainwater blue eyes boring into the back of his neck.

“What, bard?”

“Chose a hell of a hiding spot,” Jaskier spoke quietly, his voice like honey atop warm bread, seeping into the cracks and crevices of Lambert’s mind. “What’s on your mind?”

“Not that it matters,” Lambert groused, clenching his jaw, “but it’s fuckin’ loud. ‘S too many people, too close together. Didn’t wanna come anyways.”

“Then why did you?”

Lambert looked over his shoulder, his heart stuttering a beat at the sight of Jaskier bathed in the light of the moon, adrenaline flushed and unkempt from an evening of performing. He’d lost his doublet before the sun had even set, and his chemise was untied and barely still tucked into his trousers. He looked like every wet dream that had been plaguing Lambert since he discovered just what a cock felt like in his ass, and he had this soft look in his eyes that drew Lambert to pause.

He cleared his throat. “Because you asked.”

“Oh,” Jaskier breathed with a smirk, glancing down and back up where Lambert leaned against the balcony railing. “In that case, might I suggest a...change of events for the evening?”

Lambert narrowed his eyes and swallowed thickly, his eyes drawn to the warm thrum of Jaskier’s pulse in his neck as he sauntered to the edge of the balcony. “Just what did you have in mind?”

Jaskier slowly reached out and, finding no ill-will or hesitation in Lambert’s eyes, dragged his finger up the edge of Lambert’s arm over his soft undershirt. “I’m sure we can think of something…”

Lambert smirked and glanced off towards the party before nodding. “Yeah, alright. I can see where you’re going with this one. Know where any beds are in this maze of a castle?”

“Oh, no no no. You’re far too pretty under the stars for me to let this go to waste here,” Jaskier set his hands on the balcony around Lambert’s waist, pinning him with a wolfish glint in his eyes. “I think I’ll have you just like this.”

“You’re on, Pretty Boy,” Lambert chuckled and leaned in, capturing Jaskier’s lips in a kiss that burned with fire behind his teeth and the soft echoes of whispers on his tongue. Jaskier tasted of rich pastry and the spice of mulled cider and Lambert lifted his arms to cup his hands around the back of his neck. He could feel that fluttering pulse beneath his fingers and he couldn’t quite help the moan that tore itself from the back of his throat.

But faster than his mind could register, Jaskier parted their lips and shoved a hand between them, covering Lambert’s mouth with his fingers. “Keep quiet or someone will hear,” he hissed, his cheeks flushed around the smirk on his lips.

Lambert narrowed his eyes once more, putting as much venom and disdain into his eyes as he could. Jaskier’s hand over his mouth was...well. His fingers were long and dextrous, and his skin was warm and soft, his fingertips haunted by callouses born from his art. He smelled of lanolin and chamomile and cherry blossoms and Lambert felt the hint of the threat of his knees buckling beneath him.

He nipped carefully at the soft flesh of Jaskier’s palm, all too aware of his just-too-sharp teeth. Jaskier gasped and shook his hand away, shooting a fiery glance at him before the Witcher tugged him back by the waist. “Then make me, bard.”

A devilish look shadowed itself in Jaskier’s eyes and he spun them around, leaning back on the bannister with Lambert overlooking the sprawling gardens and the lights of the party just around the bend. “Go on, get down,” Jaskier whispered into Lambert’s lips, “let’s put that mouth of yours to good use.”

Lambert smirked and dropped to his knees after a cursory glance behind him. He dragged his hands over the supple silk of Jaskier’s trousers and carefully squeezed the muscular thighs that were so wonderfully encased within. “You’re sure about this, Jaskier?”

The bard smiled down at him, that same soft look bleeding through the sass and smirk of the performative practice. “Truly, yes. And you?”

Lambert nodded and started undoing the buttons to Jaskier’s trousers, flitting them apart one by one until his cock hung half-hard into the night air. Well, fuck, Lambert thought to himself as he took in the dark curls that sat nestled around the base of Jaskier’s ruddy flushed cock, he’s even pretty here.

One of Jaskier’s hands balled itself into a fist and rose to his lips, stifling a gasping moan as his other hand tangled into Lambert’s hair as the Witcher wrapped his lips around Jaskier’s cock and began lightly sucking at the sensitive skin. Lambert felt him swell and pulse on his tongue and he hollowed his cheeks, slowly taking more and more of Jaskier’s cock into his mouth. He tasted the salty musk of his arousal dripping onto his tongue and Lambert felt his own cock take interest and start to harden in his trousers.

“Gods above, Lambert,” Jaskier whispered, barely loud enough for him to hear where he knelt between his thighs. Lambert closed his eyes and allowed himself to immerse himself in Jaskier. The feeling of his blood pounding beneath his hands, the velvety hardness resting in his mouth. The scent of his arousal and sweat from a night of performing, mingling with the subtle peaceful aroma that surrounded the bard. The sound of his heart fluttering, his breath hitching in his throat. The fucking taste of his slick on his tongue, the sight of his flushed cheeks and freckled chest beneath the stars.

It was enough to distract him, even to make him feel as though he were hours away, alone in a campsite with Jaskier backed up against a tree. But there was still adrenaline coursing through his veins as the party roared beneath them, and Lambert couldn’t help but imagine the flashes of what may happen if they were found in such a compromising position.

His arousal flexed and hardened as he finally took Jaskier to the base, his nose nestled in the coarse hairs and the head of his cock tickling the back of his throat. He breathed in through his nose, willing himself not to gag on the poor bard, though he’d probably enjoy that, his ego’s large enough for the both of us.

Lambert slurped and licked back up slowly, circling the tip of Jaskier’s length with a cheeky glance up, feeling Jaskier’s thighs trembling under his fingers. He bobbed his head back and forth, never looking away from those bright blue eyes that kept so many, now including Lambert, entranced. He flexed his tongue around the underside of his cock as he rose back to the tip, toying with the sensitive patch of skin and listening to the frankly delicious groans that were only just audible over the din of the party.

He chuckled and pulled back enough to catch his breath for a moment, “I thought we were supposed to be quiet, bard.”

Jaskier dropped his head back with a hearty laugh, born from deep in the chest and with enough joy to even bring a soft smile to Lambert’s cheeks. “You have me on that, Lambert. Alright, alright. Yes, fine, I take it back. Please, just-”

“Ah, my favorite word,” Lambert shook his shoulders out and shuffled his knees into a more comfortable spot, “please...”

Lambert wasted no time in swallowing him back down, setting a brutal pace that had Jaskier’s knees fully buckling into him, letting his arms hold him up around the backs of his legs. Jaskier gasped and moaned and cursed, throwing his head back unabashedly and clenching his thighs around Lambert’s head.

Lambert could feel the bard’s rapidly approaching climax with every stuttered shift of his hips and drip of slick onto his tongue. He hummed around Jaskier’s cock and felt him flex deep in his throat, pulling a cough out of his chest as he readjusted. Close, so godsdamned close.

“L-Lambert, please...please just-fuck,” Jaskier spat through gritted teeth, his blunt nails scratching along Lambert’s scalp, “‘m gonna-where should I-”

Lambert hummed and kept himself steady, taking Jaskier as deep as he could and swallowing around him, encouraging the orgasm that was so quickly looming. Jaskier gasped and gave several aborted thrusts of his hips up into Lambert’s mouth, barely enough to push him any deeper before he finally spilled into him.

Jaskier was hot and musky, deliciously thick as Lambert’s throat worked to swallow every last drop of his spend. His fingers dug into Jaskier’s thighs, his lips relaxing and slowing to ease Jaskier through the encompassing bliss of his orgasm. Lambert finally felt Jaskier’s fingers soften their grip in his hair and he pulled himself back, swallowing the last remnants of his climax with a cheeky wipe from the back of his hand.

“Right then,” Lambert stood and bracketed his arms on either side of Jaskier’s waist, grinding his still-hard cock into the crook of the bard’s hip, “my turn.”

#smut #400 follower celebration #lambert/jaskier #bombard

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#5

Heterochromia

Leaning over the kitchen sink, Nicky carefully pinched out his contact lens.

“Whoa, you wear contacts.” Surprised, Nile pushed up from the table to get a better look.

“I wear one contact.” Nicky carefully cleaned the coloured lens, rubbing lens and soapy solution between his fingertips.

“How does that work?”

“How does the what work?”

“You’re a sniper. And, I mean, shouldn’t you heal? Isn’t… is bad eyesight something we heal from?” Nile chewed on her bottom lip. “Maybe?”

Nicky stared at her. One grey-green amber flecked eye and the other a brilliant blue.

“Oh my god,” Nile realised. “You have heterochromia.”

“Distinctive, no?” Joe slid up beside the kitchen sink to steal a kiss. “And terrifying a thousand years ago. The eyes of a demon.”

Nicky dabbled a lick on Joe’s nose, making him laugh.

“Imagine facing such glowing eyes across the battlefield,” Joe continued, “soulless mismatched eyes…”

“Enough, my love,” Nicky said fondly.

“Why did you go with the green and not the blue?” Nile asked. “This must have been a nightmare trying to match the grey… bluey-greeny…uhm freckles?”

“The blue is more memorable,” Nicky said ruefully, “especially with my hair, and easier to mask. And, yes, after many, many years being a cursed demon, I find no fault in these clever lenses.”

“Why?” Nile asked. “And what does your hair have to do with it?”

“Ah, well, that will take a while,” Joe said cryptically.

“Or many washes with Head & Shoulders shampoo.” Nicky snorted.

104 notes • Posted 2021-09-16 18:56:33 GMT

#4

Support

“Why don’t you sing more, Nicolò?” Yusuf asked quietly.

Nicolò froze, fingers entangled in the sudsy shirt he was washing in the brook. The sun dappled water tinkled, taking bubbles downstream. Soapwort burned his fingers. He had forgotten himself in a bare instance.

“You have a good voice,” Yusuf said.

“Thank you.” Nicolò ducked his head.

“Why don’t you sing more, Nicolò?” Yusuf repeated.

“Because people are cruel,” Nicolò said, and didn’t sing anymore.

                               ~*~

Yusuf loved to draw. Nicolò was openly appreciative of everything that he drew, regardless of Yusuf’s opinions.

“I do not know if I agree that the mathematics should…. Hmmm,” Yusuf mused.

“What, my love?”

Yusuf tapped the edge of the page with his little finger—the others were smudged with charcoal.

“The geometry of art translates. I understand what Dürer discusses in this book. But it seems so clinical to break down that which I love into lines and angles...”  

“You do not have to do anything that you do not want to.”

“But what I strive to do, to explore what I see, will benefit from these rules.” Yusuf sighed. “And, I am sure, if I take a second look at the sketch I did of the street in Favian that I especially like, I will have followed these rules unconsciously.”

“When you painted that mosaic in our house in Malta you used a ruler, did you not?” Nicolò paused in his sorting of their clean laundry.

“I did.” Yusuf huffed a fond smile, knowing his love’s intent, and hoping that he would fold it back on his own heart. “So there is no reason for me not to use this mathematics?”

“Or any kind of aid.” Nicolò smoothed his hand over the fine embroidery decorating his favourite tunic on Yusuf. He said that that rich amber tones made Yusuf’s skin glow. Yusuf in turn liked to see his beloved in teals and turquoises. All the colours that were next to impossible to procure but worth it to illuminate his love. Yusuf would even comb windswept reefs to find the sea snails to realise rich purple if Nicolò wished it.

“Where are you, amati?” Nicolò prodded.

Yusuf lifted his chin to accept Nicolò’s light kiss on his forehead. “Over the sea with thoughts of you.”

“Finish your drawing, Yusuf,” Nicolò said fondly. “I am sure that I will love it.”

“You love everything that I do, regardless of what I think.”

“You are too harsh a critic.”

“I—” Yusuf closed his mouth with a clack.

Nicolò returned to the laundry, humming under his breath, his music a soothing counterpoint to Yusuf’s scribbling.

                               ~*~

“Ya amar?” Yusuf held out his hand.

“Hmm?” Nicolò reached up, automatically enfolding his fingers over Yusuf’s. “Yes, Habibi.”

“There is a festival in the market at sundown.” Yusuf bounced in anticipation.

“Oh? Celebrating?”

“I do not know. The longest day of the year? A Saint? The joy of music. Shall we see?”

Nicolò bit his lip, glancing over to the clay oven baking their bread and a pot of savoury beans for tomorrow to slake hungry bellies after a day of work.

“When will the bread be ready?” Yusuf found patience.

“A little while.”

“I am sure that the festival will be on until late.”

Nicolò drew their entwined hands to his lips and bestowed a light kiss before releasing him. Yusuf pottered around their two room cottage, brushing out the day’s dust over the door step, straightening out their provisions into Nicolò’s preferred lines and patterns. As he fluffed up their blankets, Nicolò called out that their bread was ready.

Yusuf rubbed his hands together.

The bread had been only the lightest of tan as Nicolò had pulled it out of the oven, but had sounded hollow under Nicolò’s knowing tap.

Yusuf squeezed Nicolò’s hand as they topped the final rise before descending down to the village. Caught in a natural harbour fed by a stream rushing off the mountain behind them, the village had been perfectly positioned a millennia ago around natural resources.

The village was constrained by the mountainous terrain, it was never going to become a town, and it sat on the edge of trade routes, but being on the edge of trade route did indeed mean some measure of trade. Yusuf and Nicolò, indeed, had shares with the family of merchants that were responsible for most of the boats that wended their way to one of their favourite boltholes to trade for anchovies and a rich oil distilled from succulents harvested on the hillsides.

Music.

It had been easily eighty years since they had visited. Yusuf didn’t know what kind of festival the locals had concocted in that time, but there had been workmen putting together a central stage.

Music lilted gently in the air.

Nicolò picked up their pace, swinging their hands between them.

Yusuf hoped that he would sing.

Beautiful chaos, Yusuf shivered in anticipation. Dancers swirling and tapping. Strings vied with pipes. There was no rhyme or reason nor co-ordination. Pockets of playing—different instruments, different voices—rolled over them, as they entered the village square.

Swirling her skirts, a dancer drew a battle line before her toe-tapping antagonist. He followed the beat of a drum, she the intricate strings.

Nicolò’s grip was tight around his fingers.

He gleamed under Yusuf’s open regard—eyes bright at the raw and unapologetic fun before them. Yusuf couldn’t help but contrast the formal High Court that they had spent the last four years navigating, where every nuance was noted, judged and gauged. The structure of days had been unrelenting and measured. A knot unloosened at the base of his skull as he thought on simply dancing and drinking and celebrating with the villagers.

Nicolò turned and smiled, wide and open at Yusuf.

“This was a good idea, my love.”

A riff of notes rippled over the throng from the central stage. Across the square, discordant joy stopped on a pin. Expertly fiddling, a young woman opened up with a riff of chords that everyone clearly knew and was popular. Nicolò, quivering with new anticipation, stood taller. Whooping, a young man jumped onto the stage. He stamped his feet and all joined in.

“Hearts and songs, and love so deep.” Flinging his arms wide, he opened up with the chorus, “I adore my man, ‘til I could weep.”

Nicolò drew in a gasp, leaning forward to better hear and learn the words. Yusuf held his breath. The young man might be singing the young woman’s role or it might be a song for two men—who knew. The cadence suited his gravelly baritone, regardless.

The audience joined in on the third line, and the fourth of the chorus, falling quiet for the lyrics. Singing alone of finding your man, fighting your man, losing your man, finding your man, the singer gleefully encouraged the villagers to join in the tongue tinging, toe-tapping chorus. The last stanza was ribald. Yusuf clutched his ribs, and rocking from side to side, laughing.

They all sang the final chorus laughing and shouting.

Nicolò joined in.

 fin

135 notes • Posted 2021-06-05 17:11:02 GMT

#3

Brik

Where are the eggs? Nicolò thought. He opened the cupboard, they weren’t with the ragtag collection of mugs. Crouching, they hadn’t been put by the pans. There were no eggs on the counter. He had left them on the counter by the kettle. They weren’t on the kitchen table.

He wanted to make brik, indeed, brik à l'oeuf for Joe for suhoor. Eggs were critical. Joe had whimsically wondered on freshly prepared brik like his mother had made for him. Best eaten fresh, hot from the oil, with runny yolks and lightly seasoned. He had smacked his lips in contemplation and smiled at the memory.

Nicolò had mixed and folded and rolled out the light, paper-thin pastry the evening before. He had set all the ingredients on the counter ready, so that before the sun rose he could quickly prepare the pockets of deep fried, eggy goodness.

Joe stumbled sleepily around the flat, catching his shoulder on the door jamb.

“Morning, beloved.” Joe tucked in next to Nicolò, pushing his face into the crook of his neck. “What you doin?” He yawned massively.

“I was going to make brik,” Nicolò said sadly, “but someone has stolen the eggs.”

“Stolen the eggs!” Joe echoed, aghast. He pulled back—Nicolò missed his warmth—and blinked furiously.

“I left them there.” Nicolò pointed at the gap between the jar of harissa and a shallow dish of chopped up parsley.

“Who would steal the eggs?”

“I don’t have time to get more eggs before the sun rises!” Nicolò said, frustrated.

“It’s okay, Nicky. Andy must have had a late supper.”

“No. There are no dishes in the sink; she didn’t cook.”

“Ah, Sherlock Holmes has nothing on you.” Joe kissed his cheek.

“I have looked everywhere!” Nicolò bemoaned.  

“No one is going to--” Joe yawned, “--come in and just steal the eggs. They are here, somewhere.”

“I have looked!”

“What’s the matter, guys?” A blanket wrapped Nile shuffled into the kitchen.

“The eggs, someone has stolen the eggs!” Nicolò pointed at the space on the counter.

“Excuse me?” Nile looked at Joe. Looked at Nicky. Looked at the counter.

“Nicolò was going to make me brik,” Joe pulled a sad face. No brik.

“No one has stolen your eggs, Nicky.” Nile pulled open the refrigerator and grabbed the carton of eggs.

“What?” Nicolò stared. “Why did you hide them?”

“I didn’t hide them,” Nile said indignantly. “You left them out. I put them away.”

“Pardon?” Nicolò asked.

Joe waved his hand. “I take back the Sherlock Holmes. You looked everywhere but the fridge.”

“Why would I look in the fridge!” Nicolò protested.

“Americans,” Joe said sagely.  

182 notes • Posted 2021-04-24 11:37:34 GMT

#2

Haven

“Joe?” Nile pulled the door wide. “You made good time!”

“I made amazing time.” Joe dragged his tired ass into safehouse twelve. “I finished the op early and managed to get the overnight train instead of the 07:00, and then I jumped on a delayed express that worked hard to make up lost time. Eighteen hours instead of thirty six.”

“Nicky is going to be ecstatic.” Nile closed the door behind him.

Joe smiled sublimely, already imagining his love. He let his backpack drop off his shoulder, and left it sagging on the floor. He could sort it later. Despite getting some sleep on the train, it had been in an uncomfortable chair instead of a compact cabin. He was exhausted.

Andy toasted him with a coffee mug as he stumbled into the living room.

No Nicky?

“How did it go?” Andy asked.

“Clear extraction. People put too much faith in their technology.” Joe had sent Andy a coded text on completion: Copley came through/No bodies. “I dropped the hard drive at Copley’s and he sent the files to the Guardian and to Al Jazeera. Where’s Nicky?”

“He got in about two hours ago.” Andy jerked her thumb over her shoulder. “He crashed.”

“I’ll be right back,” Joe said.

His love was curled on his side, one arm outstretched as if reaching. Joe crouched by the bed, propping his chin on the mattress, Nicolò was vulnerably asleep—trusting Andromache to prevent any incursion. Still the scar between his brows was deep with tension; he slept lightly. Little breaths were whisper soft. Joe brushed the lightest of kisses on the tips of his outstretched fingers. Nicolò’s breath hitched.

“Ah, my love, have you had a hard mission? Clearly, yes.” They had swapped a bare handful of texts and then Nicky had been in the air, flying in from Sydney, and out of contact.

The fine skin around Nicolò’s eyes infinitesimally tightened.

“Shhh,” Joe soothed. “I will wash the stink of travel from my skin, and then I’ll return.”

Joe rushed through his shower. But he still took the time to wash his hair, especially since Nicolò had set two brand new bottles of his favourite moisturising shampoo and a deeply conditioning conditioner on the side of the bath. His stomach rumbled as he smooshed a dollop of protective cream over his too dry curls.

Food or Nicolò?

Nicolò had not moved when Joe returned to his side. Grabbing an old, well-worn t-shirt, set aside for just this purpose, Joe wrapped his damp curls in its folds. He slid under their blankets, hardly disturbing them. The warmth of Nicolò’s body heat was a balm.  Unconsciously, Nicolò shifted, curving his back into Joe’s body, parting his legs so Joe could slip a knee between them. Lock and key. Joe spooned around his love, holding him safely and securely. Nicolò’s nostrils flared, and like a switch, he was boneless—held and protected, safe in Yusuf’s arms—a lax curl of heavy sleep.

Joe nuzzled through tangles of hair, pushing his nose against velvety, soft skin. Nicolò’s scent curled around him, cleanly cut and silky, and then he too slept.

fin

216 notes • Posted 2021-05-09 21:34:24 GMT

#1

230 notes • Posted 2021-01-26 19:29:48 GMT

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3, 6, 9, 12, 15, 18, 21, 24, 27, 30, 33, 36, 39, 42, 45, 48.

3. Which of your muses either have been married or are currently married?

Answered Here

6. Which muses can speak languages other than English?

All of my characters are at least bilingual and that’s largely because I’m a polyglot and I don’t want to write monolingual Americans. I definitely have characters that are pretty trash at speaking their non-English languages (Drew versus Spanish, Luca versus Romanian and Russian 😂)

9. Which of your muses is most likely to get thrown in jail for disorderly conduct?

Taney, hands down.

12. Which two of your muses would make the best couple?

They all crinkled their noses in disgust. The ones I’ve been writing longest are friends. I’d say Solena would be the easiest for anyone to be happy with, so perhaps Solena and Micah? They’re already just not about it 🤣 

15. Which of your muses would make the best social media influencer?

Pem, she’s lovable and loves teaching people about her life and overcoming barriers. Her pottery business has a social media presence, but it’s run by her one employee (her assistant) and she’s not interested in being known.

18. Have any of your muses run into trouble with the law?

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21. Which muse is the most gullible?

Kailani and it does get her in proper trouble.

24. Which muse is the most proficient chef?

Charlotte runs a catering business, but Nate does this thing when he’s traveling for work, where he’ll ask chefs to let him watch them work. He’s an insomniac and finds it relaxing. He’s learned dishes from some of the best around the world and so what he can cook is amazing. 

27. Which muse utilizes your favorite faceclaim?

Nate, obviously. Anyone that talks to me OOCly knows I prefer my boys. I’m not writing my favorite female FC.

30. Are any of your muses musicians?

Yeah, several. Solena and Nate play piano as a hobby, though Sol write simple piano pieces from time to time. Lachlan is an award winning composer and musician. Luca DJs under a mask but is very popular and he wants to compose for films. Petrina is a violin prodigy and composes. Emir plays Spanish guitar and Taney plays bass. I’m sure I’m forgetting someone. Lachlan, Luca, and Trina are the only ones that would call themselves “musicians”.

33. Which muses would be good parents?

I have several that already are and that’s verse-dependent for everyone except Drew and Matt. Out of those that aren’t, I think that Henri would be the best of them.

36. Do you have an old/retired muse you don’t use anymore but love? Tell us about them.

Most of my characters never go away, they just get supplanted by new muses and then resurrected 😂 I guess at the minute the character I miss the most is my tech twin, Mason Dickens. @marimelwrites wrote his twin and they were darling polar opposites and it was great. I mean, what’s not to love about this freckled face?

39. Which muse is the most manipulative?

Quin/Teague. He didn’t get where he is without being the asshole non grata.

42. Which muse has the most money?

Nate. Delmore Inc. is based of of the real world’s Cargill which has a value of 115 billion dollars. Even splitting that in half with his sister he’s still more wealthy than all my other characters, even combined. That’s saying something when you know all of my beans.

45. Which muse is the biggest flirt?

Taney or Tomlin, the pair of them are such good trouble.

48. Which muse is your ‘main muse’ or the one you find yourself writing the most often lately?

This is always changing, but at the moment it’s Nate.

#ref: character development #chaoticallycosmic

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Interview on Animedia part 1

Thank to Mirai send the translation of this interview for me.

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TERAMOTO YUKIYO INTERVIEW

• < Tell us about the experience you most enjoyed in the production of the Kaitou Joker anime series. >

• Teramoto: The production was a fun experience and with a pleasant atmosphere, but the realization of episode 20 of the series, "Traveling Jokers" is impressive special. Because in the original manga, Takahashi Hideyasu-sensei made it to tribute the anime series "Giant Robo". But Akihiko Yamashita, who is in charge of episode 20 (storyboard), was once the character designer and animation director of "Giant Robo". It's like a parody of his own work and it was very funny.

• < Hãy kể cho chúng tôi về trải nghiệm mà bạn thích nhất khi sản xuất bộ anime Kaitou Joker. >

• Teramoto: Việc sản xuất là một trải nghiệm thú vị và với một bầu không khí vui vẻ, nhưng việc thực hiện tập 20 của loạt phim, "Traveling Jokers" là đặc biệt nhất. Bởi vì trong manga gốc, Takahashi Hideyasu-sensei đã dùng nó để vinh danh bộ anime "Giant Robo". Thế nhưng Akihiko Yamashita, người phụ trách tập 20 lại từng là nhà thiết kế nhân vật và đạo diễn hình ảnh của "Giant Robo". Nó giống như parody lại công việc của chính ông và điều đó rất buồn cười.

Corocoro Online Interview Part 1/2 Translation. ( correct me if you see there is any wrong translated )

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---First of all, please introduce yourself.

Director Teramoto Yukiyo (Teramoto): My name is Teramoto, who was the director of the anime "Kaitou Joker". Nice to meet you today, Is it already two years since the broadcast ended?

Shimogasa Miho (Shimogasa): I am Character Design & Chief Animation Director, Shimogasa. Because I have been working on many jobs related to Joker, so I do not feel like time has passed.

Aihara Miki (Aihara): Fan of Kaitou Joker, Aihara. It embarrassed to say that the first time I saw Joker's anime was in its last broadcast year. I started watching him from the chapter with a boy in a wheelchair (Hayami Kyotaro) called "Countdown of Television" (Episode 33) in Kids Station, and I was shocked saying: "Who is that great anime guy?" A From that moment on, I became addicted and saw the entire season on Amazon. All the guys that appear are great!

Teramoto: Thank you very much. I'm so happy.

-----Shimogasa-san. How was it when you first heard about this series?

Shimogasa: I did not know "Kaitou Joker" at that time, so I immediately read the original manga. Because the original manga was so funny, I guess i can make it with confidence. Since the original design is very unique and very good, I made use the original design of Takahashi Hideyasu-sensei and added a taste for Anime to construction. When you remove the back cover of the Comic cover, it is full of material, and it is fun to find out important information written on the panel of Manga.

Teramoto: Again, since Anime is not a stop picture but it has to be moved, at the beginning there was a voice: "There are too many dialogue" from the scene where the picture is drawn, it seemed to be very difficult. However, as we continue, the scene side is also attracted to the work and the number of fans increases, and conversely comes from over there as "Please let me draw!" Everyone drew with love.

Aihara: I feel that. While watching anime

Teramoto: Even now, I'm really excited to think about that. By the way, there were also Animators who liked to participate in Takahashi-sensei's autograph session.

―― What kind of relationship did Takahashi sensei involved in?

Teramoto: Takahashi sensei was a generous one, he let me do it freely. Of course, the original is very interesting, but if you consult something like "Is it okay for me to do something here?", he say "It's OK". I really appreciate it as a creator, and if he want us do what he think "I want to do this", the tension on that time will rise. That is why there is a part that everybody making so much.

―― Surely, there seems to be a part that OK was done by love was also communicated to Takahashi sensei.

Teramoto: That's right. Because I already put plenty of respect and love in my works!

―― As a viewer of anime, how did you feel when seeing this?

Aihara: Because the quality characters is the root, anime has a very good tempo, I thought that the scenes shifts from one to the next is amazing.

Teramoto: Thank you!

Aihara: It is good enough with a lot of fun in 30 minutes .

Teramoto: Actually it not fit to say this. I'm very sorry because sometimes i cut ED

Aihara：It was . When making anime without ED, it will be tough as it will be about 90 seconds to make more animation. But it does not sacrifice the story and still having prioritized the quality of the work……it amazing. And the last story of Season 4 is memorable. Actually the characters and directing were cool and the contents were filled with fully crammed. Teramoto-san was in charge of parts other than the director, didn't you?

Teramoto: That's true. While doing the storyboard and directing, I remember I made a lot of effort to say "Oh, I will not make it in time, but I do not want to drop the quality"

Aihara: It was a very good time！

――There are so many female fans, what are your thoughts about that?

Teramoto: After reading the original manga, I thought about the fans and asked them around. Then, you know that there are female fans, I see. So while conscious of the part of female fans like: "I love Joker like this", I also made it so that everyone will be pleased by not to kill the quality of shounen manga (manga for boys). In addition, Shimogasa-san's illustration are so cute, i think that female fans received it

―― Tell me your favorite character, Shimogasa-san?

Shimogasa: I love all characters !! I love everyone !!!! I can't choose...

Aihara: Everyone is cool and nice, isn't it?

Shimogasa: What is pleasing to draw is bad expression of each character. Ah There was also a "Professor Clover's blonde wave" idea i wanted to draw.

Aihara: By the way, did President D (the leader of the mysterious organization "Devil Fang") of the anime original character were all launched from the design? Originally I was surprised that a fat boy / Dump appeared as a messy beauty

Teramoto: Although I ordered to make it beautiful, when I actually got the first rough (President D) from Shimogasa-san , I was surprised like: "Wow !?, I do not think that he will be beautiful like this

Shimogasa: Four patterns were drawn while just leaving aftertastes of Dump on the eyes and clothes. It is the shape that I chose one of them. In fact, I wanted to include the characteristic that the teeth of Dump were missing, but indeed it went too far. But I thought I wanted to add freckles that were attached at the time Dump appear, I can't see it in an important scene of President D.

Teramoto: You can see it when he cry.

Shimogasa: Yeah, when he crying

Aihara: Great rare information, i see.

Shimogasa: Ah, I think that the best scene of Dump is a scene that he says "You are the only one i talking to..." If I thought that director would realize that director would dare to say: "I want to let that crying face do with President D, by all means" and did it as it was.

Teramoto: Of course

Aihara: The scene he cry was really cute!！

――Who is Aihara sensei 's favorite character?

Aihara: It is Joker-san. I also like Phoenix (* Kaitou use flames, aiming at God Beast Hosshi and Joker), but after all Joker is coolest. He jumped down from the top at the OP and he is really cool looking at the bags and mantle. About the OP, I tend to skip it just when I see it at once, but I couldn't do this

Shimogasa: I also wanted to be like that.

Aihara: Each time, the notice letter changes, Isn't it? (※ At the opening, the contents of the announcement appearing on the way changed every time).

Teramoto: That was fun with who are working, didn't it?

Aihara: It was truly a wonderful production when the speech are included at that time. It is also cool to go to the climax part of song once more.

Teramoto: There used to be "Blue Comet SPT Layzner" anime, Digest-style dialogue of each story appear in the middle of opening. It is interesting and I like that directing. There is a part that got a hint from "Layzner"

Aihara: Oh! Layzner, I see.

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Trước hết, xin giới thiệu về bản thân.

Đạo diễn Teramoto Yukiyo (Teramoto): Tên tôi là Teramoto, người từng là đạo diễn của anime "Kaitou Joker", chương trình phát sóng đã kết thúc từ 2 năm trước. Rất vui được gặp bạn hôm nay.

Shimogasa Miho (Shimogasa): Tôi là Thiết kế nhân vật & Chỉ đạo trưởng hoạt họa, Shimogasa. Bởi vì tôi đã làm việc trên nhiều công việc liên quan đến Joker, vì vậy tôi không cảm thấy như thời gian đã trôi qua.

Aihara Miki (Aihara): Tôi. Aihara, là một fan hâm mộ của Kaitou Joker. Thật xấu hổ khi nói rằng lần đầu tiên tôi xem anime Kaitou Joker là vào năm phát sóng cuối cùng của nó. Tôi bắt đầu xem nó từ tập có một cậu bé ngồi xe lăn (Hayami Kyotaro) tên là "Countdown Television" (Tập 33) trên kênh Kids Station, và tôi đã bị sốc và thốt lên: "Anh chàng anime tuyệt vời đó là ai?". Từ lúc đó, tôi trở nên nghiện và xem toàn bộ các tập trên Amazon. Tất cả những chàng trai đã xuất hiện đều rất tuyệt!

Teramoto: Cảm ơn bạn. Tôi rất vui khi nghe điều đó.

---- Shimogasa-san. Cảm nhận đầu tiên của cô khi nghe về series này

Shimogasa: Lúc đó tôi chưa biết gì về Kaitou Joker, vậy nên tôi lập tức tìm đọc manga gốc. Bởi vì manga gốc rất thú vị nên tôi rất tự tin để làm nó. Từ khi nhân vật trong manga gốc của Takahashi Hideyasu-sensei có design rất tốt và độc đáo, tôi đã dùng design gốc rồi thêm hương vị Anime để chỉnh sửa. Khi bạn gỡ bìa sau của quyển truyện, nó có đầy đủ nguyên liệu ở đó. Thật vui khi tìm thấy những thông tin quan trọng được viết trên các trang truyện.

Teramoto: Một lần nữa, Anime vốn không phải là một hình ảnh đứng yên mà là những hình ảnh động, lúc đầu có tiếng phàn nàn về một phân đoạn khá nhiều thoại được vẽ ra, nó trông có vẻ rất khó thực hiện. Tuy nhiên khi tiếp tục, bên phía thực hiện các phân đoạn đó cũng bị thu hút bởi tác phẩm và lượng người hâm mộ cũng đã tăng lên. Không chỉ không còn những lời phàn nàn mà ngược lại phía chúng tôi vang lên những tiếng nói như: "Xin để tôi thực hiện nó". Mọi người đã làm bằng tình yêu của mình như thế đấy.

Aihara: tôi cũng cảm nhận được điều đó khi xem Anime này.

Teramoto: Ngay cả lúc này, tôi thực sự rất phấn khích khi nghĩ về điều đó. Nhân tiện, cũng có những Animator thích tham gia vào buổi ký tặng của tác giả Takahashi.

----- Mối quan hệ với tác giả Takahashi như thế nào

Teramoto: Takahashi sensei là một người rộng lượng, ông ấy để tôi làm mọi thứ một cách tự do. Tất nhiên, Manga gốc rất thú vị, nhưng nếu bạn tham khảo ý kiến gì đó như "Tôi có thể sữa đổi một chút ở đây không?", Ông sẽ nói "Ok Không sao cả". Tôi thực sự đánh giá cao điều đó như một người sáng tạo, và nếu ông ấy muốn chúng tôi làm những gì ông ấy nghĩ "Tôi muốn làm cái này", sự căng thẳng tại thời điểm đó sẽ tăng lên. Đó là lý do tại sao có một số đoạn mà mọi người đã làm nhiều lần.

----- Chắc chắn, có một đoạn OK đó đã được thực hiện bằng tình yêu đã truyền đạt đến Takahashi sensei.

Teramoto: Đúng thế. Bởi vì tôi đã dành rất nhiều sự tôn trọng và tình yêu trong các tác phẩm của mình!

---- Như một người xem anime, bạn cảm thấy thế nào khi xem nó?

Aihara: Anime có nhịp điệu rất tốt bởi vì nó có cốt lõi là những nhân vật chất lượng, tôi cảm thấy những cảnh chuyển từ người này sang người khác là rất tuyệt vời.

Teramoto: Rất cám ơn bạn.

Aihara: Nó hội tụ đủ những cái hay và thú vị trong 30 phút

Teramoto: Thật sự thì không phù hợp khi nói chuyện này ở đây. Rất xin lỗi vì một vài lần phải cắt bỏ ED.

Aihara: Đúng là thế. Khi làm anime mà không có ED, sẽ rất khó khăn vì phải tốn khoảng 90 giây để làm thêm nhiều đoạn hoạt hình. Nhưng nó không lãng phí nội dung và vẫn đảm bảo cho chất lượng tác phẩm... Điều đó thật tuyệt vời. Và câu chuyện cuối cùng của Phần 4 thật đáng nhớ. Trên thực tế các nhân vật và đạo diễn rất tuyệt dù đã nhồi nhét khá nhiều câu chuyện. Teramoto-san cũng phụ trách các bộ phận khác ngoài đạo diễn phải không?

Teramoto: Đúng vậy. Trong khi thực hiện bảng phân cảnh và đạo diễn, tôi nhớ rằng tôi đã nỗ lực rất nhiều và nói "Ôi, mình sẽ không kịp mất, nhưng mình không muốn làm giảm chất lượng".

Aihara: Đó là khoảng thời gian rất vui nhỉ.

---- Kaitou Joker có rất nhiều fan nữ, bạn nghĩ gì về điều đó?

Teramoto: Sau khi đọc truyện tranh gốc, tôi nghĩ về người hâm mộ và hỏi họ xung quanh. Sau đó, tôi biết rằng có những fan nữ ở đây. Vì vậy, trong khi ý thức về một phần của các fan nữ như: "Tôi thích Joker như thế này", tôi cũng đã làm cho mọi người sẽ hài lòng khi không giết chết bản chất của shounen manga (manga dành nam giới). Ngoài ra, hình minh họa của Shimogasa-san rất dễ thương, tôi nghĩ rằng các fan nữ đã nhận được nó.

---- Nói cho tôi biết nhân vật yêu thích của bạn đi Shimogasa-san?

Shimogasa: Tôi yêu tất cả các nhân vật !! Tôi yêu mọi người !!!! Tôi không thể chọn ...

Aihara: Mọi người đều tuyệt, phải không?

Shimogasa: Điều làm tôi vui khi vẽ là biểu hiện xấu của mỗi nhân vật. À Ngoài ra còn có một ý tưởng mà tôi muốn vẽ nữa, đó là Giáo sư Clover với mái tóc vàng gợn sóng.

Aihara: Nhân tiện, phải chăng Chủ tịch D (thủ lĩnh của tổ chức bí ẩn "Devil Fang") nhân vật gốc của anime đã được đưa ra từ bản thiết kế? Ban đầu tôi rất ngạc nhiên khi một cậu bé mập / Dump xuất hiện như một người đẹp trai nhưng bừa bộn.

Teramoto: Mặc dù tôi đã bảo là làm cho đẹp, nhưng khi tôi thực sự có được bản phác họa đầu tiên (Chủ tịch D) từ Shimogasa-san, tôi đã rất sốc : "Ôi!?, Mình không nghĩ cậu ấy sẽ đẹp như vậy"

Shimogasa: Đó là hình dạng mà tôi đã chọn một trong số 4 mẫu đã được vẽ khi chỉ để lại đặc điểm của Dump trên mắt và quần áo. Trên thực tế, tôi muốn bao gồm đặc điểm là răng của Dump bị mất, nhưng thực sự nó đã đi quá xa. Nhưng tôi nghĩ tôi muốn thêm tàn nhang vào thời điểm Dump xuất hiện, tôi đã không thấy nó trong một cảnh quan trọng của Chủ tịch D.

Teramoto: Bạn có thể nhìn thấy nó khi cậu ấy khóc.

Shimogasa: Vâng, khi cậu ấy khóc

Aihara: Một thông tin tuyệt vời.

Shimogasa: À, tôi nghĩ rằng cảnh hay nhất của Dump là cảnh cậu khóc và nói "Cậu là người duy nhất mà tôi nói chuyện cùng..." tôi nghĩ nếu đạo diễn nhận ra và đạo diễn sẽ nói: "Tôi muốn để khuôn mặt khóc đó làm với Tổng thống D bằng mọi giá ".

Teramoto: Tất nhiên rồi

Aihara: Cảnh cậu ấy khóc thật dễ thương !！

----- Nhân vật yêu thích của Aihara là ai?

Aihara: Đó là Joker-san. Tôi cũng thích Phoenix (* Kaitou dùng lửa, nhắm vào thần thú Hosshi và Joker), nhưng sau tất cả, Joker vẫn là cool nhất. Cậu ấy nhảy xuống từ đỉnh tháp trong OP và cậu ấy thực sự rất cool với cái áo choàng. Về OP, tôi có xu hướng bỏ qua OP ngay sau khi đã xem một lần, nhưng tôi không thể làm thế với OP này.

Shimogasa: Tôi cũng thế.

Aihara: Thư thông báo thay đổi theo từng tập phải không? (※ Thư thông báo xuất hiện lúc mở đầu OP và thường thay đổi theo mỗi tập).

Teramoto: Đó là niềm vui với những người thực hiện phải không?

Aihara: Đoạn đọc thư thông báo được đưa ra tại thời điểm đó rồi đến phần cao trào của bài hát một lần nữa đều thật tuyệt.

Teramoto: Nó đã từng có trong anime "Blue Comet SPT Layzner", đoạn hội thoại theo Digest-style của mỗi tập xuất hiện ở giữa OP. Nó là thú vị và tôi thích cách chỉ đạo thực hiện nó. Có một phần có gợi ý từ "Layzner"

Aihara: Ồ! Layzner, ra là vậy!

Interview Online part 2

Will continue translate vol 15 chapter 1 part 2

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――So, what is Teramoto 's favorite character?

Teramoto: I like Silver Heart because I like a father. Every time, it seemed hard to think of the explanation corner, but everyone in the scenario writer enjoyed it and joined the plan, the scenario meeting was very exciting

Aihara: If I thought Silver Heart's explanation would come, I was surprised to feel like "Eh? This time Spade came!"

Teramoto: It was fun to get a different person occasionally

Aihara: Really very fine

Teramoto: Also, as a character may not be popular, but I like Mr. Kaneari

Aihara: That sounds good! It is surprising that beautiful secretary Kaneko was turned into as a super strong Commando Satsuko.

Teromoto: Actually, when I started making anime, Commando Satsuko was not in the original manga. In such circumstances, I gave Mr. Kaneari a original anime character called Kaneko. Then, that intense character (Commando Satsuko) comes out suddenly in the Manga, and will marry Kaneari. I am already surprised. What should I do about Kaneko's position? So, Commando Satsuko appeared from Kaneko with a hardship measure.

Aihara: No, but it's wonderful

Teramoto: Rather, Takahashi sensei who forgave that is wonderful.

――After all, did Takahashi sensei put out OK soon?

Teramoto: He told me "it was interesting, is not it?"

Aihara: That's great

Teromoto: His heart is too wide, right?

Shimogasa: On the other hand, Takahashi-sensei sometimes reimports elements of Anime back in Manga.

Teromoto: Oh yeah. Sky Joker's design

Shimogasa: I was surprised at the manga that time.

Aihara: Was the original Sky Joker originally a different design?

Teromoto: That's right. However, Takahashi-sensei liked the design of the Anime very much. During the serialization, the former airship was destroyed grandly and the same design as anime started from the next month. ( *Original Sky Joker was destroyed in Dracula arc vol. 19 )

Aihara: Sensei has good looking

Teramoto: I was surprised when see myself in the original manga. "I am with anime!"

Teramoto: Joker really is cute when he said can not live if there are no Hachi around. With other stories, in Traveling Joker he was really cool.

Aihara: I understand. A story about Joker and Shadow time-travel back to Edo period. It was similar to the movie version

Teramoto: I kept a close eye when making it

Shimogasa: I also like "Traveling · Jokers". Boiled Carey is delicious...

Teramoto: Also, "Idol · Stage" was also interesting. Stupid stories are still fun.

Shimogasa: After all the last episode.

Teramoto: It was pleasant that everyone was happy at the end.

Aihara: It really wonderful

―― So, what scenes are you into?

Aihara: There are lots ... ... The scene that Phoenix is becoming a black pita pita suit after he is caught is cool

Shimogasa: That scene, do you feel excited?

Aihara: Well, I do not know if I can tell you, but ... it's so erotic

Shimogasa: When I saw the scenario or the story, there was a scene where Phoenix (masks and some costumes) is off and I was really happy when I decided to draw the settings there.

Teramoto: Yeah, that scene is really good

Shimogasa: I really like to apply it based on the basic settings. I have clothed a new costume, but I like removing things and peeling already already. I also like such things like putting a jacket on my shoulder, on the way I am wearing it, only a shirt, and removing a tie. I always have a chance to draw it.

Teramoto: The character of Joker has a low degree of exposure, so it is sexy even if you take off a little.

Aihara: That's right! I will be excited

Shimogasa: Incidentally, I wanted to draw the appearance of Spade who took off his coat ... ... There was not much chance.

――The voice acting team was also luxurious

Teramoto: I thought that the voice of a boy was in charge of a female voice actor, but when I was auditioning for Joker role, I heard the voice of Ayumu Murase and felt "This is this person!" . The staffs around me also decided "Murase-san is not good" and decided. By the way, Hiroki Shimono who is the role of Spade is decided by not being covered with voice of Murase and not being covered with voice tone, so that it is better to know that it is Spade just by listening to the voice.

Aihara: Wow, that was right.

Teramoto: If it's another role ..... There is a very good image about Hachi and I decided to say "I would like to ask Yumiko Kobayashi-san".

Aihara: You were nominated.

Teramoto: I appreciate it.

Aihara: It is perfect

Teramoto: Miyuki Sawashiro who is a role of Queen started at the beginning but the schedule did not suit at first, but since it was empty by accident It seems that she did.

Shimogasa: It is really gorgeous.

Teromoto: Misaki Kuno, the role of Roko has come to receive an audition with other characters, but when I heard her voice "This is Roko-chan, isn't it?" So I hurriedly asked her to play Roko in the original line. Then the people around the staff became "Oh, it's Roko," and the role was decided as it was.

Aihara: Great. That's how it is decided.

――Do you have any stories you would like to work on if you can afford to animate it?

Teromoto: Of course there are still a lot of interesting stories I would like to animate it If I have the opportunity. Because I told that Blue-ray version appears in the first place but it did not come out at all, I thought that I had no chance at all and I was giving up already. Then I am really pleased that it will finally be released

Aihara: Moreover, the benefits will increase by the number of reservations!

Teramoto: The cover illustration of the box is also cool. Please let me put such a lot of characters.

―― Finally, in releasing the Blue-ray · DVD that was decided to be released this time, I would like a word from everyone to the fans.

Teramoto: It's a bit of a thing to say by myself, but I think that it's an Anime that makes me happy when I watch it. It was a happy feeling when we were making it, and it was a work that all the creators truly loved. I think that enjoyment will be conveyed to everyone who will surely see. It is a work that makes me absolutely fun and happy, so I'm happy if you can watch and enjoy it again and again.

Shimogasa: I think that it is a work that you can really enjoy as animation. Nowadays there are quarrel that many works do not allow ruin characters, but Kaitou Joker has freely drawn wide and wide. Works that can be done like that are very pleasant, from the animation. I want you to enjoy the movement and directing of characters unique to anime.

Aihara: Oh, Er, I'm a bird? Well, a bit comfortable comment ... .... Anyway the animation did not ruin, it is really cool. As Shimogasa-san say it animation very good, so i want to tell at people who are looking by a glance like "This just like Anime for kids". No, It is different. Kaitou Joker is so amazing. A good adult is really hooked and goes hooked. So your kids, of course, People of parent generation also want it. I will also watch it from now on.

――Thank you very much！

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Hii, omg, I'm not sure whether I'm doing this 'request-thing' right because I almost never interact with most blogs, but your admirable writing drew me in and I couldn't resist.

I actually wanted an enha ship. (This is gonna be difficult because I'm really bad at describing myself but I'll do my best.)

Some basic info abt me:

• I'm an 04 liner.

• Born in October, so I'm a Libra.

• My MBTI type is INFJ-T.

• Brown girl right here.

• I'm around 5'5, I have shoulder-length brown hair (slightly on the longer side).

• I have freckles (idk if this is important lmao) and I also wear glasses.

• My hobbies include singing (although I won't say 'no' to a night of just dancing it out), writing, playing video games and listening to music.

• I love walks in parks, a shopping endeavour, watching a sunset or a sunrise, going out for a 3 a.m fast food run or going on a late night drive.

Aight, so, I'm a bit of an introvert. At first, I find it very difficult to approach new people and if I feel that the conversation isn't going anywhere, it induces this anxiety inside. For this reason, I think I'd like to have an extroverted or an outgoing s/o. Because once I'm comfortable, I could have talks for hours on end.

Adding to this, I don't have a large number of friends but I enormously commit to those I hold dear in my heart.

I may have a pessimistic view about most things in life from time to time, but for the sake of my family and friends (and my mental health), I do a lot to keep the atmosphere cheerful and often act like a complete goofball to make others laugh. But, I also appreciate it when someone can make me laugh instead.

I love to get deep and vulnerable, being raw with your emotions is immensely helpful in the long run from my experience.

I think I also require some reassurance. I usually have these thoughts that I'm a burden and that I'm not going to be able to make it in the future, so just having someone there to hold me and distract me from my distress would be everything.

(Got too serious for a second there), I'm also kind of a romantic. Writing letters, designing birthday cards, hand-making gifts, I'm obsessed with both giving and receiving all of those caring gestures.

(This is getting way too long and I'm so, so sorry) But lastly, I can be clingy sometimes. I tend to backhug people a lot, especially when they're standing or doing work of their own. I just hang onto people like a koala whilst they continue with whatever they were doing. Simultaneously tho, I need my own time as well. My social battery gets drained quickly and I tend to stay holed up in my room for hours.

That's all (it was a lot and once again, I apologize) but I get carried away while writing 😅. I hope you're having a wonderful day/ night <33. (Your works are amazing!)

hi thanks for requesting!

i ship you with sunoo :D

introvert-extrovert romantic trope whoopie 🏃🏃. sunoo is very outgoing. yes he is a goofball at times too. he seems like the person to help you with new conversations. he will try to make you comfortable as possible!! sunoo wouldn’t like to see you think that you’re a burden so he will reassure you a lot and will hold you.

he will appreciate the gifts you give him. he would very much feel so appreciated. will give you some gifts also <33. doesn’t mind if you’re clingy yeehaw- i feel like he might be clingy as well KSJSJJSAK.

i hope you liked this!

#enhypen ships #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #thanks for requesting!

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33, band AU Jerott/Danny bc I remain OBSESSED with this concept

AAAAA Kay as always you are a genius. Here we go, Danny invented the term ‘morosexual’ in the year 1991, no I will not be taking questions on that.

Send me kiss prompts!

(Francis/Philippa kiss with a tight hug Francis/Jerott kiss a pout away Francis/Philippa kiss in secret Adam/Kate get caught kissing)

33. An unexpected kiss that shocks the one receiving it.

“T’es con comme la lune!” Danny threw their hands up in the most overt display of anger Jerott had ever witnessed from them. Speckled lines of inky mascara and eyeliner trickled over soft freckled cheeks, and Danny’s wispy, toffee-coloured curls fell untidily over their brow.

Danny, who normally never had a stitch or a strand of hair out of place, who was the rock and the refuge and the dispenser of all – surprisingly – good advice. Danny, who took care of all the members of the band and all who had ever been in the band, shielding them beneath levels of chaotic self-assurance fit for a deity. Danny, who was never dismayed or downhearted, but who had fought their whole life to maintain a furiously chipper personality in the face of the world’s endless disappointments.

Guilt jabbed Jerott hard somewhere in the middle of his chest. He watched Danny try not to pace. He watched Danny raise a finger, sigh, pace a few more steps, and then raise a different finger, shake their head and clench their fist.

“Ob-liv-i-ous.” Danny bit out each syllable and glared at Jerott. “And don’t look at me like that, with that…” the peach-coloured top lip curled, Danny’s finger drew a frustrated circle in the air at around the height of Jerott’s mouth. “Ugh, that face.”

As Danny sniffed and flicked at the tracks of make-up on their cheeks, Jerott took a step forward. During Danny’s outburst, Jerott found his mind emptying of all but one thought: a thought that must have been there, tucked away in the recesses for longer than he knew, until Danny’s words rattled it free from its cage.

Before Jerott could say anything, Danny was away again, ranting and striding back and forth, just beyond Jerott’s grasp – “comme un balai sans manche, une valise sans poignée, bête comme ses pieds, eh, bof, and what does that make me for feeling like this?”

Jerott paid no heed to what was being said. His breathing had turned heavy, his throat was dry and palms were sweaty and he felt like a teenager at a school disco. He remained still and tried to get Danny’s attention.

“Danny.”

“What is the term when your sexual orientation is exclusively idiots?”

“Danny.”

“One idiot.”

“Danny!”

“Mono…moro…morosexual!” Danny said, rounding on Jerott with triumphant fierceness.

Momentarily, Danny recognised the look in his dark eyes, and taken aback, Danny was silenced, frozen to the spot.

There were precious few things that Jerott Blyth was confident of being able to execute smoothly, but this move was one of them. He swept in and planted a kiss on that plump, pink mouth that was so rarely left speechless. He cupped the back of Danny’s head with his hand, his fingers pushing against the texture of the buzz-cut back of Danny’s hair. With his other hand he grabbed the textured belt at Danny’s waist and pulled their bodies together as he deepened the kiss, muffling Danny’s sound of surprise and then Danny’s sound of pleasure.

There was no quip on Danny’s lips when Jerott pulled away, but Danny’s smile could have floored Jerott just the same.

#the band au #the lymond chronicles #lymond #jerott blyth #danny hislop #nb danny hislop #my fics #my writing