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passiveagressiveukulele · 6 months

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I am a converted football fan

And no, it's not just because my queen Tay Tay is dating a football player.

Last week I went down the binge hole of the new Netflix documentary on David Beckham and lemme tell ya - I finally get the hype around football!! Or at the hype least around Beckham's football career. I was hooked beginning to end! And Victoria - oh Victoria, what a sound sound woman. Mind you, I knew NOTHING about any of this and seeing the events play out was as engaging as any other documentary. Is England gonna win the World Cup? Maybe, hope so, oh my god, what the hell, no, you're kidding, poor Beckham! The Taylor Swift parallel wasn't for nothing - that man's reputation was dragged through the mud almost as much as she dragged herself in "Out of the woods" music video. And just like her, he found his way back to the top. Soap opera gold.

The drama was unreal yes, but the only reason I was glued to the screen beginning to end was because of the way the drama was paced and pieced together. Michael Harte you unlocked a new girl crush! The man edited the series with so much heart, humour and urgency I was beginning to question if I fell victim to a propaganda tool (especially given the series was produced by Beckham's production company). There are many, and I mean many things he did right, but I'll try to condense it into top 5 for the purposes of this blog:

I'm not the biggest fan of talking heads docs, but in Beckham, the interviews communicate much more than the information the subject is willing to share. Harte almost cuts around that and favours the moments before the interview begins, or when the subject has said something that doesn't make them look that well on camera (the infamous Rolls Royce clip) and he never shies away from including the director in the scene. He sets up the character and the atmosphere the director has created long before they open up to us. Documentary gold!

The reason England could have won the World Cup match for all I knew is because of the way Harte builds tension across interviews. He doesn't hint and reveals only as much as we need for the story to progress. And once we've bitten all the nails there are to bite he'll hit us with the hard realisation. Even if you know the history, it feels like Harte is able to rewrite it with the following cut.

Violence, hateful slurs and all around toxic masculinity are the things I always associated with football and therefore, kept my distance. Having watched this documentary I realise it's the things that happen outside the pitch rather than the things on the pitch that define football. This series beautifully builds the friendship and solidarity between players, the way they care and protect each other. Surprisingly, it's a wonderful portrayal of positive masculinity and sets up a great example for the boys.

It's hard to see David as anything more than a pretty face off pitch. The documentary even addresses the fact he is very awkward when giving interviews and most of the time just smiles. The interview sessions take place in his home and the few observational moments paint a much bigger picture of the star that is David Beckham. For one, the man for sure has OCD - I mean have you seen his wardrobe layout for the week? And let's not forget his singular grilled mushroom! But perhaps the most important of them all - his relationship with Victoria and how much joy and love the pair shares after all these turbulent years. Which brings me to my final point...

Victoria. Again, knew nothing about the woman except her Posh Spice years and the fashion reinvention. And those speak for themselves because immediately she is a woman who is not defined in relation to her husband - she had a career long before and long after him. And in between, she had 3 children! And he did not attend a single one of those childbirths. What struck me the most about this series was the space that was carved out for the experience of being married biggest sports star in the world who lived from a match to match, photoshoot to photoshoot, country to country and the sacrifices he didn't have to make for his family. All the while she was being ridiculed for the weight she gained whilst bearing a child or being unhappy for having to move her entire life to a country where she didn't even speak the language. Michael Harte, you are a proud feminist - I see you!

So naturally, after having finished the series I searched the man on IMDb to see what else he has done and if there is a clear style in there somewhere. As a follow up I opted for Still: A Michael J. Fox movie and guess what - I just proved my own thesis. The man is a feminist. Not only does this film have one of the most creative and original approaches I have seen in recent TV documentaries (Harte went through Fox's entire filmography and constructed the narrative around the voiceover from his audiobooks accompanied by sequences from his movies that depict what's being said), but is just as aware of its responsibility to balance out the protagonist's personal life and overnight success. In a sense, what both Beckham and Michael J. Fox have in common is that their life's success is as much defined by their career as it is by their commitment to their family. Something which often gets overlooked when filmmakers endeavour to make portraits of these larger than life icons. To conclude, imma let my girl Keira have the mic:

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reefer-reelz-n-reviews · 1 year

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Spice World (1997)

Smoking: Jaaayyyssss

Spice Girls is something that I grew up with. I may have only been 5 when the movie came out, but If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends. What more can I say? And what girl doesn’t like a girl power movie sing-a-long.

Growing up Baby Spice, Emma Bunton, was my favorite, now I’m much more partial to Scary Spice, Mel B. Probably my favorite part about this movie is that it is a movie, about a documentary, and also another movie. And probably the most unrealistic thing about this movie is how much space they have on their personal double decker bus.

They really are all different not just like their names but their personalities. But they are all so close even with their friends outside of their group.

Seeing Baby Spice with those huge platform shoes on takes me back lol! And makes me wonder how short she really is.

Ummm. There was literally a thunderstorm in the evil newspaper guys office. Like wtf? Lolol. Not something I’ve noticed before, and watching it stoned I was like, “Wait what?” hahaha.

Posh Spice, Victoria Beckham, has a mini runway on her side of the bus…and its not like it runs into the other side of the bus.. Mel B while looking at the fish tank on the bus, “There’s the ugly one that reminds me of my ex-boyfriend Stephen,” I’m crying hahaha!

I love getting to watch the part where they perform, I’m the Leader of the Gang and the guys first come out in those white short shorts, and the compromise ends up being this purple jump suit with their butts hanging out. I mean, it was either that or basically looking at their peeps hanging full on in your face basically.

Next, we have aliens. They literally get to meet fans from outterspace. What? Interstellar perverts. Who want tickets to their show. And get an autograph. And Ginger Spice, Geri Horner, gives one of them a kiss. I mean cute but kind of gross lol.

Wonder if you ever recognized that Meat Loaf was in the movie too. He was the bus driver. Even says his family “I won’t do that,” phrase in the movie.

I like getting to watch the movie guys pitching ideas to their manager. The Spice Force 5 I think is the closest one. Freaking Mel B was the explosives expert and she does the lever for the bomb and you see these buildings collapse and she stands up and goes, “Oh no!” This is why she is my favorite now haha! She cracks me up!

You know this whole time, up until doing this review. I thought that the manager in this movie was played by Steve Valentine, but really its Richard E. Grant… in my defense it’s the side burns okay.. my bad 😝

I never really understood why they took their pregnant friend who is literally over due to have her baby to a club. Like I feel that wasn’t smart at all. But gotta make the movie more dramatic, right? And then the movie runs into the movie pitchers ideas. Like is it what’s supposed to happen, or is it just the pitch? Hmmm. Then it gets ridiculous... Why would they be on top of the bus?

The chief has the cutest little pig in the movie. It’s like he’s a villain with a cat, but it’s a pig. He ends up feeding it milk at one point. It was really cute.

I love the ending where it’s like we are behind the scenes to them filling the movie, and then they break the 4th wall talking to the people in the theater and at home. Last line, “what happened to the bomb on the bus?!”

I will always love watching this movie. I still listen to their songs on my spotify actually. And probably always will. 80 years old sitting in the house jamming Spice Up Your Life.

That’s all for now! Till next time.

-RRR

#Mel B #posh spice #ginger spice #baby spice #sporty spice #scary spice

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petrorabbit · 1 year

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Strawhat Crew backstory villains be like. Stairs. Protection rackets. The long-term consequences of your maladaptive coping mechanisms. The abstract concept of hunger. An evil king. Another evil king. The government. The government again. The existential horror of immortality. I don't know who Jinbei is.

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remember the time that sensui was like youll never defeat my group of 7 very powerful guys and then they beat all six dudes who worked for him but sensui was like psych! i dont even know them, the REAL group of 7 very powerful guys was me and my six alternate personalities and also i have cancer. and then sensuis demon boyfriend was like, hows this for a twist, one of the personalities is a girl and im dating her. and yusukes just standing there like bro i dont care that youre gay, im here to do punching and nothing youre saying is going to affect the punching that im about to do. look at me swim in this lake.

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My #1 post of 2022

I think numbering the robins is too confusing. From now on we should call them, in order, Sporty Robin, Ginger Robin, Posh Robin, Scary Robin, and Baby Robin

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dollyllama108 · 3 years

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OC Profile

No one asked for this but I saw @1esk19 do it, and my main takeaway from D.A.R.E. was that if your friends do something, you’re required to do it as well. If you're reading this, consider yourself tagged!

I’d again like to stress that no one asked for this. It counts toward my weekly screaming-about-Yuan time, is all.

General

Full Name: Xiyuan Shallot-Liu

Alias(es): Née Liu Xiyuan (刘希愿). Yuan (愿) is his nickname. Extrauniversal monikers include Ghost Rider, Ghost Boy, and Basically a Proton Pack. (There's also David, a shitty English name imposed on him by a shitty teacher.)

Gender: Male.

Age: 54.

Birthdate: Fall 14, 1966.

Place of birth: Sim version of Beijing.

Hometown: He'd probably consider San Myshuno to be his hometown despite not moving there until he was 32.

Spoken language(s): Beijing dialect, Standard Mandarin, English, Mohegan-Pequot-Montauk, Cantonese, Hokkien, French---but the Simlish dialectical versions.

Sexual orientation: Gay.

Occupation: Former professional violinist; current gallerist.

Appearance

Eye color: Dark brown

Hair color: Black

Height: 5′10″

Scars: None

Favorite

Color: Light pink.

Hair color: Dark colors.

Song: Changes frequently. Currently it's "Now / Later / Soon" from A Little Night Music. Along with theater, he prefers 20th-century French and 19th-century Russian composers.

Food: Even though he has a lean diet consisting of mostly legumes and vegetables, he also loves food that reminds him of his happy childhood in Beijing. Jianbing (煎饼) is probably his favorite.

Drink: Yuan has a high tolerance for substances and will drink anything put in front of him, as long as it's not too sweet. His usual coffee order is a 12 oz double-shot Americano with no room.

Have They

Passed university: Yes, with a Distinguished B.A. in Fine Arts.

Had sex: Yes.

Had sex in public: Yep.

Gotten pregnant: Dude, no.

Kissed a boy: Mm-hmm.

Kissed a girl: Unfortunately, yes.

Gotten tattoos: No.

Gotten piercings: No.

Been in love: Romantic love, three times; also loves his son and several friends.

Stayed up for more than 24 hours: Hahahahahaha

Are They

A virgin: Look, not only is he 54, this question was asked and answered in the previous section. Instead I'll answer which Spice Girl he is: Posh Spice.

A cuddler: Not to the same extent his husband is. He's married to a total spouse barnacle.

A kisser: Decline to answer; he does not like people knowing about his sex life---beyond the obvious, like if you're running around San Myshuno making out with a ghost then some things are kind of obvious.

Scared easily: Spectrophiles don't scare easily.

Jealous easily: Absolutely not.

Dominant: In order to not reinforce trope-y dynamics, I'll pretend this asked for his Myers-Briggs type. He's an INFP.

Submissive: I'll pretend this asked for his purity score, which is 23%. To put this in perspective, his son, who is the Sim universe's version of a sex worker, has a purity score of 32%.

In love: Yes.

Single: No.

Random Questions (tw for self harm/suicide mention)

Have they harmed themselves: Does hurting his hand punching someone count?

Thought of suicide: No.

Attempted suicide: No. 'Random questions' and half of them are about suicide?????

Wanted to kill someone: Nope, but he can get pretty vicious.

Have / had a job: His occupation was in the first bit. But if you want to know the craziest thing he's done at a party, that would probably be the time he bullied Diego Lobo into changing his suit and impulse bought a multimillion-dollar yacht in the span of one hour. Long story for an upcoming chapter.

Have any fears: Being abandoned.

Family

Sibling(s): No

Parent(s): Liu Fujiang and Liu Liwei

Children: Xishu Liu, born Spring 1994.

Significant other: Bernard Shallot-Liu, née Lord Bernard Escargot Shallot IV. Together since Winter 1999, married in Summer 2005.

Pet(s): No. No pets ever.

#oc profile #xiyuan shallot-liu #my OCs DONUT STEEL #my apologies for being like this

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anamatics · 3 years

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so i’ve been watching rwby

and as I’ve been doing so I’ve been posting reactions to my friends. After S5, S6, and S7, in particular, I had a lot of thoughts and opinions. More under the cut. I’m going to write fic aren’t i?

Season 5:

1. Where is the first/autumn relic?! Like, we've established that Ozpin hid it well, yet for some reason it doesn't feel like that's the whole story - given where the relic was hidden this time, in some sort of n dimentional desert (where, if you looked closely you could see similar ##chemtrails - could people just walk through that desert to get to all of them? 2. I find it hilarious that Weiss just got out of Atlas only to go back, I'm very curious as to what sort of ~~damage this reveals about her in the coming seasons, but I'm also very intrigued by how reintroducing her to her father with the rest of team RWBY will shift/alter the narrative of powerlessness that he seems t be pushing toward her. I'm esp. intrigued as to what his reaction will be to Blake (as he seems very anti-faunus). 3. WHAT DOES THIS ALL MEAN FOR THE #YANGST. 4. The show has been pretty constantly showing us that most of Ruby and Yang's family seems like chill folks, but the ##absentmother trope is strong here. Given that it seems like only Blake has a mom, does Blake's mom adopt everyone? 5. Blake having a fairly functional nuclear family is fascinating to me, because it makes a lot of her choices seem way more political (at a very young age) as opposed to just a kid who got in over her head with a boy who was a bit older. I'd love to know more about this. 6. as a multishipper, I hurt all over.

Season 6:

Item the FIRST: Weiss barely making it out of Atlas only to be dragged, albeit somewhat willingly back to the source of all of her ~ trauma & family drama ~ I am curious to see how this plays out and generally hope that Weiss somehow stabs her shitty dad and Draco Malfoy rip off brother while being reunited with her 100% Cooler Than U sister. Also that Cooler Than U sister works on the unresolved sexual tension she CLEARLY had with Qrow.

Item the SECOND: The show's thoughtful handling of Qrow's alcoholism and Ruby's gentle efforts to push toward sobriety without like being annoyingly moralistic about it. It could have been handled so differently and I really, really enjoyed that it was handled in the way it was.

Item the THIRD: Weiss' new red scarf. adsfajshfaksdjfhthatsgayweissaksdfhaksdjfh

Item the FOURTH: The various Poor Life Choices Salem made during our brief sojourn to the Department of Backstory. Also Jinn is amazing let's keep her around. She can join Jaune, Ren and Nora as a 4th member of their team and just hilariously be naked all the time. 10/10 would watch for hijinks adventures.

Item the FIFTH: Ozpin sulking that he got all his relationship drama put on main like that

Item the SIXTH: Jaune's gay sister and sister-in-law and their baby and and and and (idk I just loved this).

Item the SEVENTH: BLAKE AND YANG HELD HANDS AND MURDERED THEIR TRAUMA TOGETHER PRAISE JESUS AND CAN I GET A HALLELUJAH? NOW KISS.

Item the EIGHTH: My multishipper ass saw that moment between Weiss and Yang when they were stuck in the basement and I'd just like to say I would be happy to see that too.

Season 7: Item the First: Weiss has a mother. Which we all logically knew she did but that scene with her in Jacques' office was just... a lot. Also raised some very interesting questions. When will Weiss and Ruby bond over alcoholic parental figures, I ask you. On this front, I am also now supremely, supremely curious about Winter's relationship with her mother.

Item the Second: Leftist Weiss. Well we all knew that Weiss wouldn't have voted for her dad anyway, but I think the tension between Weiss's clear orientation toward helping people and government for good and her father/sister's appealing to/embodying other forms of authority (corporate/military). This also raises an interesting point of contention between Weiss and Winter, as Winter's sort of this embodiment of what I'd maybe call a conscientious soldier – where she’s clearly in possession of independent thoughts and opinions, yet also seems to want to appeal to a higher authority whenever she feels conflicted (e.g. “Ironwood is making the hard decisions so we don’t have to.”). This actually draws a very stark line between Winter and Weiss – as Weiss has always been a freer thinker, who can and does think for herself and operate from her own moral compass. The moment at the end of the season between Weiss and Winter was just so delicious as I hope (HOPE HOPE) that they’re setting up for a ~~moment of clarity~ for Winter where she has to make a decision on her own that defies orders in some way for the greater good that Weiss can see so easily. (Also, please, my good gay sisters: Hug. It. Out.)

Item the Third: Leftist Bees (well really, leftist Yang, Blake was always a revolutionary). I absolutely loved the Everyone Is Lying moments in this season, and I do hate that the Bees were the ones caught out in it first. Black and Yang telling Robyn the truth also struck me as something that the pair of them would do anyway – the only other character I could see possibly slipping and letting info get to Robyn is Weiss, but I also got the sense that Weiss understood the politics of the situation better than anyone else and because of this was playing it pretty close to the vest. The Bee’s decision really jives with their partnership. As did getting to watch them fight together so much this season, they’re evolving together, and seeing them fight in tandem is a delight.

Item the Fourth: Splitting whiterose. I like Penny. I actually love Penny. I love Penny and Roby’s dynamic. And their friendship. And how ridiculous they are. But it really struck me that how the whiterose partnership kept on getting split until the final fight against the Spice Force Five. I’m sure there’s a reason for this but I don’t like it and I won’t hear it or respond to it.

Item the Fifth: The Not Spice Girls/Spice Force Five. Love these idiots, but they’re all cops. Marrow is the most delightful of them and seems like he’s about to go on a journey similar to Winter, Harriet sucks a lot, Clover was a delightful almost rip but also mmmwhatchusay. I sort of hated the juxtaposition between team RWBY and them, with the ‘just following orders’ mentality and the lack of friendship/cohesion between these guys. I guess now Winter can join them and they so they can have their Posh Spice.

Item the Sixth: Schneewood Forest. I feel like I could write a whole elaborate backstory with these two. There’s something there – the unstoppable force meets immovable object of it, plus the idea of someone who challenges Winter’s entire belief structure just by being an okay person ~with a merry band of queers~. I feel a lot of things. I want to explore this. Stop me I am in a PhD program.

Item the Seventh: The Tinman’s Heart. Having read all of the Wizard of Oz books, as well as the Wicked series, I actually appreciate that this series is taking nods from both sources for these characters. James’s decisions are … not great but I can see his logic – well right up until the part where he shoots poor Oscar. That was just rude. Also I do love watching him fight because he’s so very, very good.

Item the Seventh: Bisexual Bobs. How very Bi of you Blake. And how useless lesbian of Yang to be all flustered about it. Please kiss.

#it's fucking obvious that Weiss is my favorite character isn't it

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keelywolfe · 3 years

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FIC: The Rose and the Thorn: Chapter 16 (Mafia AU)

Tags: Spicyhoney, Cherryberry, Mafia AU, Flower Shop AU, Violence, First Meetings

Warning: Lemon goodness!

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Read it here!

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As heated as Edge’s kisses were, the warmth dissipated quickly when Edge led him out of the green room. Standing outside the door was one of the Dog guards, his expression the same blandly impassive as they usually were and that was enough to set Rus firmly back into reality.

Rus stole a single glance at that furry, emotionless face before he looked away, a stupid blush rising in his cheekbones. He couldn’t help wondering if this Dog were part of the security team that had seen him dancing on the cameras, but there was no way in hell he was going to ask. Better to banish that idea from the ol’ memory place and move right on.

Maybe Edge felt sort of the same or maybe he was still feeling a little handsy after everything. Instead of leading the way, he slid an arm around Rus and guided him to walk beside him, settling a large, warm hand at the base of his spine like a sort of backwards leash. Edge was wearing gloves, but they weren’t much of a barrier and the light touch against his exposed vertebrae made Rus shiver.

This was…this was fine, and he trotted along beside him as quick as he could without outright running, partly to keep up with Edge’s long strides and partly because the floor was damn cold on his bare feet.

If there was one thing he’d learned from all this it was that sexy didn’t have much in common with comfort, and that was the truth.

The path they took was different from the one this morning and led to an elevator instead of stairs. Crowded into the lift, Rus didn’t think he’d ever felt more awkward in his life as he stood there between Edge and the Dog, tarted up in the clothes Mona chose for him like the shiny jam-filling between two claustrophobically oversized slices of bread. He practically darted out when the doors opened, waited only long enough for Edge to gather him up again, herding his lost sheep through the hallways.

Edge didn’t seem to feel the need for all the tricksy backwalking that the Dogs usually did and led a straightforward path around the corner to a door in the middle of the hall.

Rus blinked, confused. “this isn’t my room.”

He was pretty sure about that, anyway. All the doors were exactly the same and Red’s tricksy tricks made it hard to keep tabs on anything, but as confusing as the corridors were, Rus knew for sure that there was a wall sconce across from his room, not a painting. Probably both were rigged with spy cameras or microphones, angel knew what.

“It isn’t,” Edge agreed. A press of his hand against a panel opened up a familiar keypad and Edge tapped in a code, the numbers obscured from Rus’s view. “It’s mine. Your brother can wait a little longer to see you.” He slanted Rus a knowing look. “I’m gathering he didn’t take your chat about us very well.”

“not really.” Rus blinked hard against the sudden stinging in his sockets, trying not to think about the accusations Blue flung at him.

He followed Edge into the room, the same room as earlier, had it only been a few hours since he’d been sitting on that wide sofa, healing Edge from the burns whose marks were still faintly visible on his bones? This entire week was rushing by at lightspeed, so many things coming at him at once.

Earlier, he hadn’t gotten a very good impression of the room past ‘posh’, more than a little distracted by Edge being, you know, burnt up. Now as he was looking at it, the expensive vibe was still winning the race but there was a close second coming up from behind of…unimpressive.

Yeah, the sofas were huge and plushy, the bed frame and side tables ornate wood carved in curlicue designs. Oriental rugs lined the floor, decadent cushions and pillows carefully placed. What it really screamed was a lack of any personality whatsoever. Like it hadn’t been five minutes since a designer came in and did their thing, leaving it coldly uncluttered and stark.

There was no personality, no shoes half-kicked under the sofa, no books piling up on the nightstand with a glass of water for the midnight thirsties. The sofa was nice, but there wasn’t a single anomaly in the cushions, a slight indent that revealed which one was the favorite. Back home, their walls were covered with pictures, Blue loved photographs, and there were so many of them; from when they first came to the surface and those first six months that all Monsters spent in quarantine, pictures of them working in the garden, from the grand opening of the shop.

There was plenty of art here, all of it probably expensive, not that Rus knew the difference between museum quality and dentist waiting room, but not a single photograph, not even a family shot on the nightstand. Which, okay, a candid shot of Red staring at him all night wouldn’t give him sweet dreams, but that was Edge’s brother, not some psycho stranger who’d abducted him right off the street.

Even their current borrowed room had a touch of clutter after only two days. This one was so impersonal, utilitarian despite the implied comfort. There was nothing of Edge here, nothing whatsoever, as blank as an expensive hotel room. This was nothing more than the place Edge slept and dressed, it wasn’t a home, and that seemed so wrong.

His impromptu assessment short-circuited when Rus realized that Edge hadn’t paused to sit at the sofas. He walked past those cushy seats to the bed, toeing off his shoes and lining them up precisely next to it, then impatiently shoving the curtains back as he settled to lay on top of the plush comforter with a loud groan, clothes and all.

Rus hung back, unsure. If Edge was planning on going to sleep, did he expect Rus to lounge around his room and…what? There wasn’t a television that Rus could see, not so much as a paperback lying around, and Rus didn’t even have his phone to play a couple rounds of Candy Crush.

Before Rus could plop down on either of the sofas to spend some quality time twiddling his thumbs, one of Edge’s sockets cracked open to show a gleam of crimson, his unscarred brow bone rising pointedly as he held open an arm in invitation. “Come here.”

It wasn’t a question and not precisely a demand. More like an expectation and when Rus didn’t move, only shuffled his bare feet against the carpet undecidedly, that brow bone rose higher still. “I only want to hold you,” Edge said, “it’s been a very long day. Can’t you give me that much, flower shop?” One corner of his mouth lifted in that half-smile of his, settling at a near smirk, “Considering that I was getting ready for bed when I heard about your latest disappearance, I think you owe me that much.”

The last thing Rus wanted to get into was a conversation about debts, seriously. He had no idea which side was in the red anymore, but he knew which side Red was on and Rus wasn’t liking his odds. He still waffled, lingering back. “like i haven’t been losing sleep over you, asshole?” Rus muttered.

That half-smirk only widened, unoffended. “Well? Make a choice.”

Somehow, Rus didn’t think he only meant this bizarre version of snuggle time. He shuffled closer, slowly climbing onto the wide bed, crossing the plains of it like a damn wagon train heading to California. But his reluctance vanished by the time he settled cautiously against Edge’s side. He was big and warm, the spice of his cologne sharp in Rus’s nasal passage, and one arm looped around his back, a large hand settling to rest almost chastely on the upper curve of Rus’s hip.

Both of them were still fully clothed even if Rus was a little more exposed in his dance outfit, intimate without being intimidating. As much as he hated to admit it, it felt…nice. Safe.

Rus gave in and snuggled closer, settling his skull cautiously on Edge’s chest. Felt the rise and fall as he took a deep breath and let it out in a contented sigh. Edge’s arm tightening around him, his hand rubbing a gentle, soothing circle against Rus’s hip. There was a soft touch against the top of his skull, a kiss, coupled with a gust of warm breath.

As tired as he was, Rus found that he wasn’t anywhere close to drowsing off. His thoughts were still agitated, questions bouncing around on the inside of his skull. Without letting himself think too hard about it, Rus blurted the safest one. “how did you get involved in all this? the club, i mean. you know what i mean.”

Edge’s gloved fingers dragged an absent path up Rus’s spine, leaving a tingling trail behind them. “Hm? That’s a long story.”

Of course it was. “give me the reader’s digest version.”

He felt Edge smile against his temple. “All right.” For a long moment, he said nothing, only gently pet the many bones that Rus’s clothes left exposed, but if he was hoping to lull Rus to sleep without answering, that was off the table. Rus shifted restlessly and he finally spoke, slowly, as if selecting each word with care.

“There were four of us when we first came to the surface,” Edge said. With his head resting on Edge’s rib cage, Rus could hear the vibration of his deep voice from within his chest, the words coming in strange stereo. “My brother and myself, Blaze, and Gaster. I’ve known Blaze since I was a child and Gaster was…I suppose our godfather, that’s as good a word as any. He raised us and he was the one who set up this little empire, he started nearly the moment we stepped out into the sunshine. He gave the orders and we followed them, without question.”

Referring to someone as ‘was’, yeah, that was kind of a big hint, but Rus asked anyway, haltingly, “so...um. what happened to him?”

“He disappeared one night.”

“he left?”

“I don’t know,” Edge said, and something in his tone warned about asking any more questions about that, “He was simply gone. Red took over after that and we finished building up this place as a home base.”

Their godfather up and vanished one night and no one looked any deeper into that.

Yeah…

Rus was no Sherlock Holmes or even a Watson, but that seemed, oh, what was the word, really fucking suspicious?

Then again, like he had room to talk, their pop had done something pretty similar before they ever came to the surface. Went off to get drunk, same as always, and never came back. In his case, the whole town went looking and never found so much as a speck of dust; for all Rus knew, his pop was out there somewhere alive, maybe starring in an Underground music review with this Gaster guy.

He wondered if Edge had been scared when Gaster disappeared, like Rus had. Or if he’d been guiltily relieved that it was over, and he wouldn’t have to deal with all that shit again…like Rus had. But in their case, with one man down, that left three.

“and blaze?” Rus asked, cautiously.

“That’s an entirely different discussion.”

Hmph. “that wasn’t the reader’s digest version, that was barely a tik tok video,” Rus complained. “when do i get the long version?”

“You don’t,” Edge said, and the coolness of his voice belied the heat of his fingertips fondling their way back down Rus’s spine. They teased at the waistband of his pants, barely skirting beneath the fabric. “I told you once, I am a very bad person. I wouldn’t taint you by telling you all that I’ve done. All I can say is that for every deal with the devil we make, some good comes of it, and if the price of helping our people is my soul, I’ll gladly pay it.”

Difficult as it was, Rus shook off Edge’s hand, sitting up enough to scowl back down at him. “nice speech, but if you don’t want me knowing anything about you, where does that leave me?” Ignoring his inner voice shrieking that it was better to stay in the dark, safer, ignorance was the only path back home.

“Right here.” Edge rose up on one elbow, his other hand gentle on Rus’s chin as he leaned up for a kiss and, damn it, someday Rus wasn’t going to fall for this. Someday he wasn’t going to melt like a pat of butter on fresh toast at the heat of Edge’s mouth, the curl of a tongue against his own, gently coaxing. For a moment or so there was only that, a cautious meeting of mouths that slowly turned more insistent, parting for gasps of breath before hungrily meeting again.

The world seemed to spin suddenly, revolving, and then the mattress was soft beneath him. Rus dazedly realized Edge was above him now, knees nudging his legs apart as his heavy weight settled between his femurs.

Wait, Rus tried to say, the word catching in his throat as Edge abandoned his mouth to bite a delicate line along his jaw

“oh,” he whimpered aloud. He fumbled for words that skittered out of his reach, unsure if he even wanted to speak them. He couldn’t focus, his attention torn in a dozen directions; the pressure of Edge’s weight pushing him harder into the mattress, the tease of his mouth sucking at his mandible joint, and his hands never stopping, roaming over him from his skull to his hip, touching, coaxing, soaking him in pleasure so quickly. Too quickly, days’ worth of pent up desire shaking loose of their bonds to follow that touch.

Edge shifted against him and knee slid higher to press firmly at the join of Rus’s legs, rubbing at his pubic arch through the too-tight trousers. He cried out, a half-voiced whimper of protest twisted up with an almost alarming need. “wait…i…i don’t…”

“Shhhhhh,” Edge breathed. His mouth was searing hot against the side of Rus’s skull, crooning into his auditory canal. “Let me, pretty. My pretty little flower shop.” His hand slipped down into the cradle of Rus’s pelvis, not into the agitated swirl of magic gathering there, but tracing his ilium in an agonizing tease. He could hear the smile in Edge’s voice as he murmured, “You’re trembling.”

If he’d had a single wit still in his possession, Rus would have snapped out, ‘no shit!’. He could hear that he was trembling, the muted rattle of his bones as shivers wracked him. But mere thinking was far past his skills right now as that teasing touch suddenly became so much more pertinent, fingers gliding down to rub circles against his sacrum, a matching rhythm to the rocking pressure of his knee.

Rus nearly sobbed as he tried to arch up, struggling against Edge’s weight holding him down. He couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything, his breath panting harsh and the pulse of his soul so loud inside his skull he barely heard Edge whisper, crooning to him, a request and a demand as one, “Come for me.”

His knee pushed hard against his crotch at the same moment his fingers dipped down, fitting against the groove of his pubic symphysis, the rising wave of his pleasuring cresting with a garbled cry, “oh, oh, OH!”

His whole body quivered, carried along by sudden ecstasy and Rus could only whimper and let it take him. Shivering and choking out little cries even as he sagged weakly into the mattress, wrung out and undone.

Damp breath gusted against his temple in a fervent groan, “There. So beautiful, my beautiful flower.”

Rus only lay there gasping, limbs gone weak and limp. He squinched his sockets tightly closed and waited for Edge to strip away his pants, waited for a hand to take his own and guide it down to the hard shaft he’d felt pressed against him. Long moments passed and eventually, anticipation melted into confusion. Rus opened his sockets to see Edge still hunched over him, taking long, slow breaths to settle his aroused magic.

With a grimace, Edge rolled off him and the loss of his weight left Rus strangely bereft. He reached out unthinkingly.

“Don’t,” Edge gritted out. He caught hold of Rus’s hand before he could snatch it away, softened his words with a light kiss against his palm. “Not right now, not tonight.”

“oh, but,” Rus could only blink in dumb confusion, “why?”

“Because when I make love to you, you’ll spent the entire night in my bed.” Edge’s voice went lower, deep and dark, and a renewed flush of heat lit inside Rus, a kindling spark. “I want to be sure I can see your face when I make you come.”

A blush flamed across his face, burning hot, and Rus was almost ready to beg for that, even with little twinges of pleasure still lingering, but Edge’s smirk soured. “I don’t believe your brother would accept that tonight, I’ve been advised he’s anxious for your return.”

Been advised? How and by who? Reluctantly, Rus sat up, wondering if his trembling knees were even going to hold him. At least he could be grateful that his pants were black, it would hide the dampness he could feel between his legs. He really hoped they’d give the clothes a wash before taking them back to Mona.

Edge slid off the bed, frowning down at his wrinkled suit. He shed his jacket, tossing it on the bed and hey, his first piece of clutter, Rus could be a good influence yet. With a practiced yank, Edge untucked his shirt, pulling off the tie and loosening the top few buttons. It lent a casual appeal even as it exposed the lines of his collarbone, the slender bones oddly delicate on his large frame.

Great, he looked cool and casual, and Rus looked exactly like he’d just been rolling around in someone’s bed. That was a little more honest than Rus felt like being with his brother right now and maybe Edge agreed, because he disappeared behind a nearby door and when he came back out, he was carrying a shirt, a close match to the one he was already wearing.

He helped Rus slip it on and Rus couldn’t help a laugh at the way the sleeves fell far past his fingers. Between the two of them, they rolled the sleeves up to his elbows, Edge’s side neat and precise, and Rus’s a lopsided attempt. He stood like a child while Edge buttoned it and now shyness was creeping in, leaving him a little uncomfortable. He was grateful to be covered, his spine and ilia hidden behind the oversized shirt.

Rus bit back a yelp as Edge suddenly dropped down to crouch at his feet. He took hold of Rus’s bare foot with both hands, urging it to rest on his knee as Edge plucked loose the glittery ribbon still wound through his tibia and fibula.

Yeah, that was probably a good idea. The once-crisp bow was drooping sadly by now and it would surely bring up questions that Rus didn’t really want to answer. He honestly wasn’t sure if he wanted to speak to Blue at all and the urge to ask Edge to let him stay the night after all was strong. But this was his problem to deal with, not Edge’s and it wasn’t fair to ask him to step into the middle of it. Edge was already cobwebbed into the center of enough webs.

The rough feel of the ribbon gliding against his bones as it was pulled loose distracted him, making him shiver, his toes curling. He braced his hands against Edge’s shoulders, leaning against his solid support and it was a good thing he did because as soon as the ribbon fell away, Edge ducked his head to press a kiss against the newly sensitive bones.

“There.” Edge let go of his ankle and Rus set his foot back to the floor, trying to ignore the renewed wobbliness of his knees. “Let’s get you back to your brother.”

His sudden trepidation was harder to ignore but Rus managed, nodding and he said as firmly as he could. “Let’s go.”

The walk was a short one without the pretense, his room was only two turns down the corridors away. Rus hesitated in front of the closed door and turned back to Edge, looking up into his bright, crimson eye lights.

So much had happened that a simple good night seemed kinda pathetic. They were way past the conventions of a first date, hell, they’d skipped that part of the manual entirely. But there was a Dog standing on one side of their door as a guard and his brother was just inside, and Rus’s mind was a blank page.

Edge saved him with a brief, soft kiss, huh, saving seemed to be his personal kink and holy shit Rus did not just think that. He banished the thought, rising up on his toes to return that light kiss and sighing unhappily as Edge broke it and stepped back.

“It’ll be all right, flower shop,” Edge told him softly. Rus nodded stiffly and turned away. He took a steadying breath, squared his shoulders, and opened the door.

“blue?” Rus barely had time to close the door before a blur flew across the room and attached itself to his legs. He flailed back a step, only saved from falling to the floor by the door behind him.

“I’m sorry!” Blue blurted, “I’m so sorry, brother, I didn’t mean it.”

Rus blinked hard against the sudden well of hot tears, dropping down to his knees to pull his brother into a fierce hug. “it’s okay, bro.”

“It’s not,” Nearly a sob and already the front of Rus’s shirt was growing damp. “It’s not at all!”

That was probably truer than Rus wanted to admit. A hasty apology wasn’t going to heal his aching hurt at the memory of his brother’s accusations. But it was a start and he couldn’t bear to listen to his brother crying, not now.

“look, let’s just get some sleep, tomorrow we can have a long talk and i’ll tell you everything.” Rus hesitated, took a deep breath, and forced out, “I promise.”

He meant it. He was going to tell the entire story from the beginning and if it made his brother hate him, then so be it. Whatever else happened, the lies and hidden truths between them were going to end.

Blue nodded, his chin digging into Rus’s sternum, “All right. But it doesn’t matter, Papy, none of it matters except that you’re back.”

They sat there together, caught in a tight embrace, until the cold of the floor started to seep its way in. “bro, i love you,” Rus said ruefully, “but my ass could use a new seating arrangement.

“Language,” Blue said with a watery laugh. He let go then, turning away so briskly that Rus frowned, watching his brother bustle away. “Why don’t you go get changed into your pajamas, everything will seem better after some sleep.”

He kept his face turned away, not looking at Rus and that was more than a little strange. He was used to Blue looking him over like he was studying for a test. “bro?” Rus asked, hesitantly, “what’s wrong?”

“Nothing!” That single word bordered on maniacally cheery and he kept turned away, angling his head oddly, and yeah, okay, they weren’t going to get out of one set of lies by diving into a new one. Exhausted as he was, it didn’t take much to sidestep into a shortcut and come out in front of his brother, catching sight of him before he could spin away.

“what the fuck!” Rus gasped. He grabbed Blue by the shoulders, ignoring his feeble resistance as he forced him to turn around. There was a darkened bruise running down the side of his brother’s face like the shadow of a bluejay’s wing, from his eye socket nearly to his chin.

“what happened?” Rus demanded. The unpleasant thought came that while he was fooling around in Edge’s bed, his brother was out here alone, no, not alone, someone hurt him, and the list of suspects was vanishingly short. “it was him wasn’t it, he-“ Rus broke off, too furious to speak. He was going to kill Red, he didn’t know how, but somehow he was going to dust that low-rent Scarface bastard for daring to hurt his brother.

“No!” Blue shook his head frantically. “It wasn’t him, I swear, I promise, it was…” Blue sighed, tiredly. “I did something stupid. It seems to be an ongoing trend these past few days. Please, little brother, I don’t want to talk about it right now.”

Dirty pool, that, tacking the ‘little’ onto brother.

“okay,” Rus agreed, slowly. “but we’re talking about everything tomorrow.”

“Deal,” Blue hurried over to gather up Rus’s pajamas, practically thrusting them into his arms. “Now let’s get some sleep.”

Blue was trying to sound reasonable and it mostly worked. The endless flood of exhaustion was rising up over the sandbags and Rus was ready to get some sleep.

He went to the bathroom to wash up, trying to ignore the way his pants still felt uncomfortably damp at the crotch, a match to the tearstained front of his shirt. But it was an absent glance in the bathroom mirror that had him blushing up to his browbone.

Unbeknownst to him, he had a new bruise of his own, vivid against the pale bone of his jaw. It couldn’t be called anything but a hickey and there wasn’t a single chance Blue missed seeing it.

He’d seen it and hadn’t asked, not a single question about that or Rus’s sudden change of clothes and his obviously borrowed shirt.

Looked like neither of them were talking about their fresh bruises, not that that was anything new. Not talking about things seemed to be their current state of being; shouting, yes, avoiding, got it, but no talking, not really. Tomorrow was going to change that, Rus decided firmly, for better or worse.

Rus sighed and stepped into the shower, washing away the long day with hot water and heavenly scented soap. This place might smell like a choir of angels, he thought sourly, but the sulfur was sure starting to creep in.

~~*~~

tbc

#spicyhoney #papcest #keelywolfe #underfell #underswap #underfell papyrus #underswap papyrus #mafia AU

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Blackout | Random One-Shot Series, #2

Billy Russo x Female Reader

Second Billy Russo one-shot featuring one nasty citywide blackout. But really, it’s just a matter of perspective.

Warnings: S.M.U.T., language.

Synopsis: What happens when a major blackout hits the city of New York, and you find yourself stuck with Billy goddamn Russo in an elevator, your least favorite person under the sun? Well, you’re about to find out.

Feeling cold winter wind bite at the bare skin of your calves, you mentally curse yourself for zapping that pair of tights, now peacefully resting at your place on the kitchen table. Pacing back and forth in front of a posh building, gleamed with secretive whispers of for-glamorous-crowd-only, you keep squeezing your phone, waiting on Karen to show up with a fervency of a Christian awaiting for the second coming of Christ.

Oddly enough, the metaphor quite fits: through the glass doors of the apartment complex you make out polished wood floors of a foyer that could accommodate hell of a lot of sinners and a graceful mirror-like doors of an elevator that probably go all the way to heaven.

Why Karen has chosen this 12,000-square-foot executive lifestyle hub, a dramatic and tasteless atrocity, to hold Frank’s surprise birthday party is beyond your understanding. Even though you only arrived ten minutes ago you already miss your loft in Brooklyn, where everything feels warm, spacious and familiar.

Karen is running late, but what else is new. As much as you want to help her with the finishing touches, there is no way in hell you’re going up there all alone. You frown as you wonder for a second if there are already people up at Billy Russo’s penthouse quarters, because you’d rather freeze to death than find yourself one on one with the man. It’s been so long it has become a running inside joke among your close circle of friends - with you and Billy locked in the same room, the only way either of you is getting out is in a body bag.

Still, despite of their big mouths, you love your friends. So you make an effort to care about almost everything and everyone they hold dear.

There are, of course, exceptions. Tired of waiting outside in the cold, with a deep sigh, you enter the building. After a brief hesitation, you force yourself to push the elevator button and once it arrives, you step inside, inhaling a pleasant, sugary smell. Even if no one has arrived yet �� in New York people tend to be late, just to make everyone think they have a life – you’d simply make yourself scarce and hide out in Russo’s bathroom until Karen or Curtis finally decide to show.

Just when the doors of the elevator are about to slide shut, a deep, raw voice calls out to you :

“Could you hold the doors for me please?...”

Driven by the sense of civic duty and by sheer curiosity, you press the necessary button. Little do you know, one look at the man’s face would make you want to singlehandedly shut them if needed, with his head smashed in between, his brain leaking out his ears and onto the floors.

Here he is. Your almost everyone. Your exception.

The first thing you see is, of course, his toned chest, wrapped in a neat white shirt that probably costs more than this goddamn building, and a hell of a don’t-fuck-with-me attitude. His eyes, deep bottomless black oceans with glimmering flakes of ice, narrow as soon as he spots you, the muscles in his strong jaw chiseling.

“Y/L/N,” he breathes out in a badly masked annoyance, as he stumbles into the elevator, nearly slamming his right shoulder into your frame.

“Russo,” you retort, rolling your eyes. Out of all people attending the goddamn party, it’s with The fucking Pretty Boy that you somehow happen to share the elevator ride.

The last thing you want is to deal with Russo’s narcissistic antics and inferiority complex. The last time you crossed paths with him, you ended up bitching at each other for thirty minutes straight, making nasty side comments to each other until the all-American self-made jerk has finally crossed a line and you smashed a huge chunk of Curtis’ birthday cake into his face.

So yeah, Russo and you aren’t exactly buddies. And you remember exactly why.

“Aren’t you a ray of sunshine today,” surprised at the fact that Russo dares to attempt a small talk, you turn to stare at him blankly, second guessing how exactly he is expecting you to react.

Russo meets your gaze head-on, his eyes nearly begging you to start an argument.

Geez, you’re taken somewhat aback. Someone’s got their panties in a twist.

Your last chance to escape a long, torturous ride with the person you dislike most in the world goes out the window just as the doors of the elevator finally slide close.

“I was before you showed your face,” you fire back after sizing him up and turning away. From the corner of your eyes you notice Russo’s expression, like someone has just shit on his face.

“If youl keep looking at me like that the lunch in my stomach will turn sour”, you add, your eyes stubbornly fixed on the glowing numbers above the doors.

3 – 4 – 5….

Russo huffs contemptuously at your comeback, hatred that his body’s emanating hitting you in nauseating waves.

“Charming, as usual,” Billy states bitterly, showing mercy for your lunch for some reason and immediately looking away. Choosing to ignore whatever his problem is with you today, you fish your iPhone out of the Balenciaga bag, wanting to check whether Karen has shown any sign of being alive. Lightening up the dim screen and steadily fighting your desire to spit in Russo’s face with a booming Fuck Off!, you dial Page’s number, silently begging her to pick up.

“Hey, Y/N. What’s up?” Karen answers on the fifth beep, her voice a little too thin, betraying an emotion you can’t quite place. Page quickly clears her throat before continuing. “You’re….uh…. You’re at the party yet?”

“Hey to you too,” you raise an eyebrow in suspicion, worry digging a hole in your lower stomach. “So you’re not yet at the rave that you’re yourself throwing?... Classy, ” your eyes still glued to the switching numbers, you try to ignore the way your skin ripples, feeling Russo’s eyes piercing through your head. Surprised at your own angst, you squeeze your eyes shut and try to ignore the jerk’s presence entirely.

“Gee, I take it you stumbled into Russo,” Karen’s guess seems all too perfect, and you give Billy a suspicious side look. “I asked him to go fetch candles for the cake because I am already late as it is... I sure as hell hope he did not invite any bimbos to the party tonight, because I know how much you…”

“…thank you, Karen, you’ve made your point!” you blurt out as you try to contain the blush you know is spreading across your cheeks. Every time Karen speaks, she’s loud and confident - there is no doubt Russo heard every single word. “Listen, we’re in the elevator, I’ll shoot you a text when we’re….”

…at his place. The words never leave your lips. What you do let out is a yelp when your entire body jerks, the world spinning before your eyes. Your iPhone falls flat on the floor as the elevator comes to an abrupt stop, the building’s lights all going out simultaneously just as you lose your balance. When you’re about to fall back on the cold and dirty floors, you vaguely register strong hands snake around your waist, keeping you in place. It all happens in what feels like a millisecond, smooth and so frustratingly natural, that without even thinking twice about it, you go with a flow. Back in the vertical position, you blink rapidly as a few emergency lights turn on, casting a dim glow on the confined elevator space and your palms, pressed against Russo’s rock-hard, lean chest.

His scent immediately engulfs you, a subtle mix of oud and hickory spices, and you suddenly realize you’ve only been this close before once, save for the moment you smudged a piece of cake all over his face.

As you catch on Karen’s distressed voice, coming from the phones’ speaker, you fight off the butterflies fluttering in her stomach. As soon as they’re dealt with, you use your hands to push away from Russo’s dangerously enticing body, uncomfortable with the thoughts that circle around in your head.

And just like that, whatever it was that you shared just for a second, this moment, is gone. You pick up your phone, pressing it against your ear, as Billy backs himself against the wall, groaning and facepalming at the same time, the reality only starting to hit him from the looks of it.

“Guys? Helloooo? What the hell happened?!” Karen’s voice comes and goes, the service shitty on whatever floor you’ve stuck.

“Karen!” you exclaim, low key panicking. “Hey, Karen, we’re alright, we’re just stuck in the goddamn elevator!”

You press your free hand against the other ear in an attempt to hear Page better.

“She can’t do anything,” you flash Russo an irritated look, ignoring his words.

“Okay, listen you two, I’m going to call the building’s security or the fire department or whatever so they can try and get you out before you bite each other’s heads off. Meanwhile, I suggest that you sort out whatever the hell is going on between you two, because I won’t be held responsible for two deaths when I barely had time to enjoy my relationship with Frank. Understood?”

Something in Karen’s tone makes the horror of the situation finally dawn on you.

“Fuck,” you groan, running fingers through your messed up hair. You can almost swear you hear Russo echo your words. “Yeah alright, it isn’t like we have much of choice anyway. I’ll see you later then,” you say before giving Russo one of your trademark glares. “If I’m not behind bars for a homicide by the time help arrives”.

“Don’t worry”, Karen responds rather cheerfully. “I’ll bail your ass out.”

As soon as the call ends, heavy silence settles in, so thick you could cut it with a butter knife.

“Do you think the dynamic duo planned it?” Russo finally speaks, referring to Karen and Frank, without any doubt, as he leans against the wall and crosses his strong arms across his chest.

“Sure, they planned a fucking blackout. Your denseness never ceases to amaze, Russo”.

Upon the hearing of your unceremonious comment, Billy narrows his eyes, watching you, sporting a glower fierce enough to put the fear of God in anyone.

This is sure going to be a long wait.

******

The silence in the elevator is deafening. It’s so quiet, Billy swears he can hear the dust move in whirls, its thin layers disturbed by your heavy and impatient breathing. With your cheeks red and your eyes darting all over the elevator, you breathe in and out. It probably takes every once of your self-control not to grab him by his hair and smash his head against the elevator panel, repeatedly, till the fucking thing can function again.

Billy watches you fume silently in your corner, the question he’s been asking himself for ages threatening to fall off his tongue.

He hears you sigh again, as you wipe tiny beads of sweat from your forehead, and he knows. He just knows that this is his chance to get some answers. Actually, he couldn’t have found a more convenient time and place to demand some kind of an explanation from you – at least, now, you have nowhere to run.

“Why do you hate me so much, Y/L/N?” Russo’s voice cuts the silence like an nuclear bomb going off. He can feel your entire body shudder as you turn your head in his direction, your eyes widening a bit, as if you’ve just acknowledged he was here the entire time.

Billy knows exactly what to expect from you, and as you confirm his expectations, he starts to regret his attempt at a heart-to-heart talk with you.

You roll your eyes before crossing your hands over your chest, your stare blank but determined.

“Please,” you huff, “I don’t hate you, Russo. Hating is exhausting”.

“Exactly,” Billy picks up almost immediately after you’re finished talking. “Why waste all that energy?”

You look at him, chomping on your lips in annoyance.

“I said I don’t hate you,” you repeat stubbornly. “In order to hate you I’d have to be emotionally invested. And I’m not. If you must know, you’re an asshole, and it’s just that I have zero tolerance for assholes”.

For some reason, your answer makes Billy chuckle quite heartily, as he turns away and slides down the elevator wall to sit on his ass. Spreading his legs some, he stretches his long arms and puts them on top of his knees, his head pressed against the cool wall.

“Something funny?” still standing, you narrow your eyes at him.

Russo bites on his lips in order to keep his outburst of emotion in, and shakes his head, like you’re hopeless and he’s done with you. This makes your blood boil in your veins.

Arrogant little fucker.

“If you have something to say, just say it,” your tone is dismissive and calm for the most part, but it suffices to wipe the smirk from Russo’s face.

“Why bother?” he asks bitterly, his black eyes sparkling in the red light. “You probably have your head filled with bitchy comebacks that you’ve been preparing for this kind of situation. I’d rather you keep your mouth shut and we spend time stuck in this hot box in silence”.

Before you even realize it, you push off the wall of the elevator, your eyes blazing.

“Excuse me?” you hiss. “You are the one asking me to fucking talk! And when I do, you’re surprised that I actually have balls to tell you the truth, unlike all those Barbie bitches you spend your time with, getting off at the sound of them saying how awesome you are”.

Russo’s jaw drops open slightly. He definitely didn’t expect you to push back, but he should have known better by now.

A real Ballbuster, aren’t you?

“So this is why you’re always such a bitch to me,” Billy feigns revelation, his lips stretched in what can only be described as a devilish grin. “Is this because of that night in New York two years ago? When you had to ruin everything, without even telling me what the fuck was wrong?”

The way you watch him, unblinking, biting the inside of your cheek lets Billy know he has just hit a nail on the head. He doesn’t know what he’s expected from you, but it definitely wasn’t nothing; and that is exactly what he’s faced with.

You don’t speak. You blink a couple of times, hanging on to your composure, probably even mentally counting to ten... For a moment there, Billy thinks you really are going to kick him in the balls and thus justify the nickname that he’s long since given you.

But it’s like you don’t even see him anymore. Turning your entire body away from him, you stare at the closed doors, peeling off your jacket, hot leather sticking to your arms.

Billy’s watching your every move, taking in your body slowly and you can’t help but feel exposed – vulnerable. When his eyes meet yours, he asks:

“Why?”

His voice is stern, yet calm, and you bite on the bottom lip, your stomach churning.

Both of you know exactly what he’s talking about.

“It’s not important,” you finally speak, your voice steadier than you thought it’d be. “No one gives a damn anymore”.

“I do”, Billy’s voice rolls over you like thunder, your skin tingling at the sound. “I give a damn. If it wasn’t important, you wouldn’t take every opportunity to chew me the fuck out when I’m around”.

He stands up in one gracious move, and makes a couple of steps in your direction, closing the space between the two of you. The smell of his cologne hits your nostrils again as he finally rests one of his arms on the wall behind you.

Staring into his pitch black irises, you still hold your ground, not moving an inch.

“What did I do?” Billy whispers, his lips itching closer to your face.

“What didn’t you do!” you throw both of your hands in the air, making Russo back off instinctively. Your mind is reeling, and you suddenly realize that all the shit you’ve had brewing inside of your head because of Russo for so long has got to spill out. You’re a bit surprised when you see a flash of relief momentarily grace Billy’s stare, but you brush the thought away quickly.

He wants to know why you hate him, well, the fucker is about to find out.

Billy watches you in what can only be described as an awe as you push towards him, until it’s his turn to back right into the wall. He’s about to ask what the hell do you think you’re doing, but the question is caught in his throat when you start to yell, finally letting go of all the anger you had bubbling inside for so long.

“How fucking dare you pretend like this is all some huge surprise to you?”, you’re full-on screaming now, and tears are ringing in your voice. “I thought we shared something that evening. I loved spending time with you on the roof, after everyone’s left! And I made it pretty fucking clear that night that I wanted you. I fucking told you so. I was waiting for your ass for hours, and a fucking prick that you are, I shouldn’t have been surprised to see you suck Madani’s face off the next day at the Homeland’s!”

God knows that this is a fucked-up situation. And as twisted as it is, your anger stirs something inside of Billy, causing his blood to flow south, straight to his groin.

“Have you any fucking idea what that felt like, with Madani and the others talking behind my back, the girl who was ready to spread her legs in front of Billy fucking Russo, and he didn’t even bother to take what was offered? Of course you don’t, because you didn’t give a shit. You barely looked at me, let alone spoke to me for the last two years, and now you dare asking me what did you do?!”

“You are insane”, Billy can’t help the harshness in his tone as he hears your ridiculous lies. As the words leave his mouth, he instantly regrets them, but the damage’s done. You turn your head away from him, hugging yourself, ashamed of the tears slowly rolling down your cheeks.

“I don’t understand,” he runs his fingers through his hair in desperation.

“Of course you don’t,” you huff, and quickly wipe your tear-stained cheeks. “You are so used to everything being offered to you.”

“Not everything”, Billy bites back, feeling irritated and helpless, because he is just so confused. “I texted you that night after you left the party telling you how much I, too, loved spending time with you. I even asked you out on a date for breakfast next morning. You never fucking answered.”

You stare at him like he’s grown a penis on his forehead.

“Were you that drunk?” you let out a bitter laugh. “I told you I’d have loved to, and I said that we could order in, and gave you my fucking address! Drop the fucking surprised act, Russo, you wrote me you were coming over! And of course you never showed. You left me feeling like a stupid whore, more so when I saw you kissing Madani on the steps of the Homeland Security next morning, out of all people!”

Confused expression slowly fades from Billy’s face. Something clicks in his head, and he looks like he’s finally assembling a puzzle on which he’s been working for quite some time.

“I’ve never gotten your texts. I checked twice that night… After Frankie brought my phone that I left at the bar, where Curtis, him and a couple of my Anvil guys were playing poker after the party…”

Silence is tense, and you can hear your ragged breaths join in an odd kind-of harmony.

“...Madani was with them, wasn’t she?” your voice is barely a whisper, when you finally figure it out.

“And Madani was there with them, yeah”, Billy repeats, still struck. “Unbelievable. The bitch hacked my phone.”

How dared she take his phone and violate his privacy like that? How fucking dared she meddle with something so important to him?

The next twenty minutes pass by slowly, the only sound coming from the confusion within the building. Both Billy and you don’t speak, letting this new discovery sink in, before he finally breaks and says:

“I’m an asshole.”

You look at him questioningly, and he can tell you're distancing yourself from him.

“I just saw you laughing with Curtis that morning when you showed up at Homeland, you looked so happy, and you didn’t even look at me, I was… hurt,” he confesses, staring into the ceiling. “I acted like a goddamn fool, and for that I am sorry”.

“It’s fine,” you answer almost immediately, avoiding his gaze. “Whatever. What’s done is done. It’s been two years, I honestly couldn’t care less”.

And there it is. Billy can see it now. The mask you wear whenever he enters the room. He isn’t going to buy it, not this time, when he’s finally gotten you to let your guard down a little, when you’ve finally admitted how hurt you were… When you’ve finally admitted you cared, for this entire time.

“You’re lying”, you shiver as Billy reaches out, his hands sliding up your arm, until his fingers grip your elbow. He manages to draw you closer to him, his mouth nearly caressing your ear as he whispers the words to you.

When you turn your head, ever so slightly, you catch his black eyes that burn into yours, and the rough grip of his fingers tightens on your hipbones.

How…? For how long has he been touching you like that?

When Billy’s name escapes your lips, it comes out in a breath, your tongue and lips caressing every syllable.

“I’ve been tortured for two years, thinking about how my name will sound falling off your lips,” Billy whispers, his eyes drinking in every detail of your face. “The way your pulse goes crazy when I touch you like that,” his lips hover over a sensitive spot next to your jawline as he speaks, “tells me you don’t mean it. Tells me that you care.”

Billy’s lips press against the tender beating just below your ear, and the sensation is overwhelming. You moan involuntary, as your skin catches fire, your hips bucking into his.

“I want it slow,” he says, his voice hoarse, but his hungry hands, running down your sides and squeezing your ass, tell another story entirely. “I want you to feel just what you have been missing”.

Heat pools in between your thighs in answer to his words, bare millimetres separating your lips. You take a second to look into Billy’s eyes, glassy, his irises so dark they’re indistinct… Burning rooms filled with dense smoke.

Billy meets your lips halfway, soft, full and demanding. He slips his tongue into your mouth, eliciting a moan from you, that he swallows greedily. His hands fist your hair, as he deepens the kiss, biting on your bottom lip.

It’s a feverish and emotional kiss, and Billy could pass out from the relief of feeling your mouth on his. He even fucking dreamed about this moment. Granted, in his mind this was never happening during a citywide blackout in an elevator, but it wasn’t as powerful as it feels right now, either.

He takes in every movement of your tongue, massaging his, every gasp falling off your swollen, reddened lips, and he’s so hard his pants might fucking split. The things get worse when you wrap your hands around his neck, your bodies pressed to each other in all the right places. Billy growls, something animalistic in the way he moves, when he grabs your hips again and lifts you up, pinning you to the wall.

The friction that results from your movements makes both of you moan, and you are suddenly glad you didn’t put that pair of tights on. Billy’s calloused hands slide up your thighs, your dress a mop of chiffon around your waist. When he presses one of his thumbs to that pulsating spot in between your legs, you swear under your breath; then he pushes your lingerie out of the way and draws circles on and around that swollen bud, making you whimper and bite his bottom lip so rough it surely must hurt.

“Please, Billy,” you gasp, and dig your nails in the back of his neck.

“Please what?” he asks, his breath hitting your collarbone.

When you don’t speak, grinding your hips on him, Billy growls again.

“You want me to fuck you raw, is that it?” your eyes go wide at his words, but your thighs part further. “I know, baby, I want that too. I need to feel you”.

Pressing your body into the elevator wall with his weight, Billy makes short work of his pants, letting them slide down his thighs. Quickly slipping a condom out of the pocket of his dark grey number, he tears the foil packet and rolls the latex on himself. Then he guides you gently as you lower yourself onto him, and you both gasp at the contact.

He bucks his hips to meet yours, and the feeling is exquisite. Billy cups your ass in his large hands, pushing his cock deeper inside of you, and your mind is reeling, as his mouth sucks on your neck so hard it’s sure going to leave a mark.

Billy circles his hips slowly in an attempt to find that spot, the one that will have you screaming his name in seconds. He nearly makes himself tear his gaze away from your chest, beads of sweat rolling in between your breasts. The shape of them is fucking perfect.

Your nails dig harder into his neck and that how he knows he found the spot he’s been searching for. His thrusting speeds up, and he can’t help but curse as your back arches into him. Your lips bite into his as you come undone, muffling your screams of pleasure.

Two more thrusts, as deep as they would go, and Billy moans, spilling into the condom.

Both of you are a panting mess, as you press your foreheads together. This is the moment the steady white light chooses to suddenly flick on.

“Right on time,” you whisper against his lips. You smirk at each other, and moments later it’s a full-blown laugh.

Letting you slide off him smoothly, Billy can’t stop picturing the way your body looked, pressed against his, as he wraps his silk handkerchief around the used condom and tucks it into one of the pocket of his trousers. He buckles his belt, never looking away. As you smile at him adjusting your dress, he cups your face and smashes his lips into yours, letting them linger.

Thank God for the fucking blackout, he thinks, lacing your fingers together, facing the elevator doors again. He turns his head to you though, because he can’t help the urge to stare at you, admire how beautiful you look with your wild eyes and smudged lipstick, still wearing the heat from his kisses and that rumpled dress…

Thank you for reading! Feedback and other blackout-related ideas are appreciated!

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sailing-elitsha · 3 years

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Carrebeean, Here we are!!!

As I said before: 5783 nautical miles we sailed towards this little paradise where we are still on quarantine anchorage. Waiting on the PCR result is always making me a bit nervous, especially this time. If we are tested negative, we have the chance here in Grenada to get the AstraZeneca vaccines and we will travel much freer than we do now.

But no boredom: a little leak in the hand wash basin, try to clean the mud off ELITSHA, friends and family to speak to, small other repairs, taking the lead in UBUNTU again since we have full and unlimited internet on board, planning and booking Zora’s and Su’s tickets towards us, baking bread again and of course swimming and snorkelling.

But let me talk first a little bit about Suriname and our short sail to Grenada. Suriname was for a long time a Dutch colony. Since 1975, this country is the smallest independent state in South America. The previous president unfortunately abused his power and all the resources the beautiful country has, for example gold, aluminium, oil, bananas got exported unwisely and the profit went into the presidents and his friend’s pockets. That is what Surinamers were telling us. In the meantime, there is a new president, but there is Corona as well. The ECO tourism, Suriname was good and well known for, stands still and the country is in a bad state and shape. At the banks of the Suriname river, entering Suriname, you see big and then I mean really big villas. According to the locals they belong to friends of the former president and to drug lords. A very familiar story to us South Africans. The Netherlands is still involved and helps where they can, but a few days after we left Suriname they closed the country: total lockdown. Just above 500 000 people live in Suriname and most of them in and close to Paramaribo. People are currently getting infected and dying in huge numbers from Corona: not enough hospital beds, not enough vaccinations, not enough oxygen……… not enough doctors and nurses. Their rainy season is terrible this year due to the ELNino effect and its really tuff for the poor population. After a good week in the Marina and a road trip through the rural part of the country to a big dam where people are searching for gold, visiting banana plantations, visiting Paramaribo with a lot of rain we said goodbye to the populated part of Suriname together with Elitsha and we sailed into the Commewijne river. This was so romantic and special. The jaguars, caiman and anacondas were too scared of us, hahahahha. We did not see them, but we heard and enjoyed the voices of the jungle, saw and heard millions of birds, parrots and all kind of other noises. It was magical. Three days we were totally one with nature, did not see any human being, together with Elitsha.

Coming back from Commewijne river was coming back to happy reggae life. Looking for a spot ashore to get our dingy on board for the trip to Grenada, a fisher of New Amsterdam waved us to come next to his fisher boat. Loud reggae music and a very friendly crew invited us for coffee, tea and biscuits……….and dagga and rum………..Unfortunately, we had to say thank you no (dagga and rum out of question, of course). The threat of getting infected just before we go back to sea again for a couple of days made us kindly refusing the offer. Even though we chatted a while with them and they helped us to get the dingy motor on board. And that’s how Surinamers are, chatty, always happy to assist and help, curious and interested about who you are. As I mentioned before people told us in advanced, that coming to South or Central America or the Caribbean with a South African flag would ask for problems. That was one of the reasons why we registered Elitsha in Germany. But we always say that we are from Cape Town, we don’t hide that and up to now we had no bad experiences. People are impressed that we come from that far to visit their small country and want to know if we like it. They loved the fact that we speak Dutch, because Dutch is still the first language in Suriname. Anyway, after chatting to the fishermen, we tied everything nicely, slept a short night and left New Amsterdam and Suriname at 6 am on the 25th of May.

Aware of the thread of Venezuelan pirates (Surinamers and NOON site (cruiser website) informed us about it), we sailed at a safe distance from the coast. Even though we choose to pass trough the Galleon’s passage between Trinidad and Tobago, but we choose to pass it close to the Tobago side, away of the Venezuelan coast. On our way we saw a fair number of oil platforms, huge ones, with huge flames, we could see from far. This was also a bit spooky. We had 35 to 40 knots of wind and a good speed to leave the oil area and the Galleon’s passage behind us. I think, pirates do not like rain. We had tons of rain and no pirates though……..although: Dick told me later, that 40 miles out of both coasts, the Grenadian and the Tobagonian, a fast open boat with 3 men in it sped past us. We think they were checking us out, how rich we are. The stretch between Tobago and Grenada apparently is also declared as an unsafe area. That is what we heard later when we arrived in Grenada. Our neigor, Steve, always has a gun with him. Happily, with enough wind and a strong currant we passed Tobago at 4:30 in the morning and arrived safely in Grenada at 17:00 on the 28th of May.

Close to the harbour at the quarantine anchorage we spoke to our South African friends of the Aventura, a young couple with 2 dogs and his parents on their way to emigrate to Panama. We saw them in every harbour we visited up to now. They left Suriname a few days earlier then we did. They craved for blue water and thought jaguar, caiman and anaconda would perhaps love their dogs too much. In any way, nice to see them again. They explained the Grenadian procedures to us and on Saturday we went ashore to register with the health department. We inhaled the positive and relaxed Grenadian vibe immediately: steel drum music from the taverns, people on the streets, Corona is almost dealt with.

And in the meantime, 1 week in St George, we are declared negative and are allowed to explore the island. Paul, a registered tour guide grabbed his chance. Slandering around the harbour he almost forced us to have a tour with him. The cruise ships are missed by restaurants, tour guides…not by us. Paul told us, that they on “good” days had 6000 tourists from cruise ships ashore. Dick and I were quite happy to escape these “good“ days. Pity for Paul, that’s why we went with him on a long trip through St. George at noon and let him earn some ECDs. Hot and up and down, I was exhausted at the end. We didn’t walk much for the last 2 months at least..

Grenada is the spice island: nutmeg, gloves, cinnamon, and other spices grow here. They have a golden waterfall and many more attractions. We will explore them all and share with you. For now, we experienced the spicy side of the island by drinking shandies with nutmeg, eating ice cream with nutmeg and gloves and some other weird things you would think its really ugg, but in reality it’s absolutely amazing.

We are registered for Astra Zeneca vaccination and yes, we are in a marina with a nice club house and WIFI and not on anchorage or at a mooring buoy. For the first time in almost 3 months, I am able to go and stay where I want on my own. For somebody like me, who likes her independence, its heaven. Opposite of our little paradise, there is another marina, posh and expensive and not really our style. Elitsha, would feel a bit lonely between all the posh-million dollar-yachts. I don’t know, if I mentioned before, that a lot of other cruisers, have fancy and well-equipped boats with freezers, bread baking automates, washing machine, water cooker……. you name it. Our only luxury is a fridge, a BBQ and a good stove with oven, cosy and exactly what we need no more and no less. Anyway, Elitsha got a good clean-up. Sticky, a local guy, Dick and I made her looking pretty again. The water of the Suriname river was dirty through mud and chemicals, they use for the gold extraction industry, we learned. And this was very difficult to get off the hull-0987654Qasdfuiop[.

My home office is in the marina’s clubhouse, with more than brilliant views! Unfortunately, UBUNTU for Africa’s operations manager, who took over financials and admin of the NGO from me, resigned a few days ago. That’s why I am back on the job and working every day for an hour or 3. Alene Edson Smith, local social worker, who was already involved in the family program and took over my job at Kronendal Primary, is doing the hands-on jobs, where you have to be involved personally onsite, like team meetings, meetings with principals etc. For now, we won’t have stretches which will take more than 3 days and we have internet and WIFI. No problem to work though. I love my work as much as I love cruising. To combine both is absolutely great.

For the rest the NGO is in good hands, with our after-care team, Barbara Heye, who is mentor to a single mother with 3 kids. And as I mentioned before Alene Edson Smith, well known in the valley through her involvement through her own NGO, Serenity, took over the reins at Kronendal Primary from me and is mentor to 5 families in our NGO. We share the lead of UBUNTU for Africa. What I can do, I will do, where personal presence is needed, Alene will be hands on. She will lead the sound and music studio, which will release their first CD soon. Lelo managed to get 2 new volunteers into this project, for marimba and music production. Ricardo will remain taking the lead on Silikamva side and Alene will have a firm look and hand on the project.

After care is just running. Andiswa and her team also get support from Alene. But this team of 5 is just doing what they can do best: love our children and supervise, support, teach them and make sure that they are safe.

Questions for the kids:

1. How many kilometres did we sail from Cape Town to Grenada?

2. Which language do the people speak in Suriname?

3. What kind of currency do we used in Suriname and which one in Grenada?

4. Please explain, what the modern pirates of the Caribbean are up to.

5. What is the name of the small entrance to the Caribbean between Trinidad and Tobago?

Sponsor sail:

For the ones who want to take part in our sponsor sail: We have sailed 1812 nautical miles. You can donate a cent, a Rand, a Euro or whatever per nautical mile. We are sailing for these amazing schools: every nautical mile and each Rand counts. To UBUNTU for Africa,German NGO.

The money will go to the UBUNTU for Africa projects: after care at Hout Bay Primary School and the music project at Silikamva High School. This organisation I started 12 years ago (www.ubuntuforafrica.com) Of course, you will receive a tax certificate.

Ubuntu for Africa-Kinder-, Jugend und Familienhilfe in Südafrika

Volksbank Boenen e G

IBAN: DE91 4106 2215 0054 5799 01

For South Africans and others, who want to donate directly to South Africa (also with tax certificate): please donate to Kronendal Primary School (www.kronendalprimary.com). I worked for 10 years at Kronendal Primary as a school counsellor. This school struggles financially due to the consequences of the Covid Pandemic and deserves our support.

KRONENDAL PRIMARY SCHOOL trading as CUIM (“the account holder”) holds the following account with

First National Bank, a division of FirstRand Bank Limited (“FNB”): Account Type BUSINESS ACCOUNT

Account Number 53452884035

Branch Code 204009

Branch Name HOUT BAY 345

Swift Code FIRNZAJJ

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xesoteric-extraterrestrialx · 3 years

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I am not suicidal, references

“The never ending story”

I am Midna Saria Zelda

I am Rosalina Daisy Peach

I am (Never finished the game) Namine Kairi

I am thumbalina I am Anastasia

Pocahontas , jasmine , Ariel , venelope , tangled, mulan

Princess’s in both avatars and valarien 1000planets

I am the pink (cartoon) panther Sherlock Holmes

I am flame princess I am marceline I am princess bubblegum (berry princess too) (male opposites too so nyah)

Observers are like inside out emotions

(other beings will be harder to explain, 6th sense, paranorman, dragonfly, (find a movie that shows how we see them too hard to explain) (predator halosuits basically, see little bit of the lining and can tell it’s them and the baseball field one can feel // sense they’re there // see the “invisible” lining, some entities make heat radiation movements when move? Like heat off a car on hot day, the outline of them is easier to see, the glitches and eyes too but idk how to explain...)

(Others come through devices like digimon, time travel room like digimon, girl who lept, summer wars, etc- so we must be online - interweb- connect to astral realm- how to stop them controlling dreams and have lucid ones again- how to connect to multiverse

(Last dream I gave them cereal but why did they put me on a bus... suspicious... They rape me during it too after we passed a snowy street... (learn to wake from them when you realize you’re not in control or change it drastically and don’t allow them access to do so anymore somehow, well get there! They lied about protecting while I sleep.. (healing ones & the one whom says they claim me..) I bubble self somehow, someone protects me from remembering or experiencing full dream- thankful of light beings)

Sugar spice and everything nice = wake up I am the spice girls Ginger - social sporty - masculine scary - dark// used to be sexual posh - used to be judging baby spice (don’t care if anyone doesn’t understand littles) - feminine (but goth darks- pales - pastels)

Raven, Lydia Deetz, Legion, Hana fruits basket, jasper empath abilities can absorb their sadness like Deetz, puzzles like brea, avatar elements, power up, the last mimzy, X-men- abilities)

Mc’s based off Sakura meme and Sleepy Ash character types (bunch more but these two are of age above 21 (find more anime’s like new game kawaii slice of life character like me (kagura is a little, that anime she seems like she morphs chibi but it just express’s how a little is, more laid back and chillen with video games or cartoons compared to more conscious and active when around others, sleepy ash does it too, get all meh and like a chibi mini plushie of themselves- Harley Quinn is a little, jinx LEauge of legends, Shiro, Raven and more, Lucy// Nyuu but more intelligent kind of, find autistic characters too or just explain in this all// trauma like Crona) and older dudes, my hero pro hero’s for ex) // my characters will be 27 & 29)

I am Carrie (world of gumball- she’s eons)

I am the swan princess, peach, nausica studio Ghibli princesses

I am sweet pea(escapism) & baby doll(dissociation), rocket, blondie, amber (5 personas)- sucker punch

I am number four - abilities as well - find 7 or more

Star Wars (still need to watch all) I am probably another character too but I know the first Queen and they used that to use humanity against me but I already wanted them saved so forgot what it said in there but there were no coincidences when they were threatening to slaughter me and tried to kill me in the hospitals(cpep for sure- stole some memory and deja vu of dying there before, they had time wars too because of all info and trying to wed me.. & manipulate but I can’t be mk ultraed like they usually do with gangstalking, safest here since these can’t slaughter me either just collecting spiritual evidence while living here and will move out once afford, trying to help wake them up matrix wise but was told they were slaughtered and reptilians roleplaying as my family, tried to kill me multiple times and try to say go sin and bs but I’m not dumb I need to save all and they’re gross af lmao, like precious so disgusting.. & that movie where the girl did ballet and I connected it to jokers ballet.. both sides are sin spiritually so I will save up for my own place(damsel haha my life.. *repunzel.. tangled.. Cinderella- into the woods- save self and escape like su) and try to heal them from afar, even if they don’t try to heal I can give food and help out financially, won’t be with that soul group or these reptilians next round but can’t die and living for eons (matrix shuts down if I die it felt weird- static numb- pins and needles) since illuminati(organization 13) are trying to get me (namine- kairi) ,) start business in basement of art and my own merch kawaiispooky healing shadow light work and then get place of own, can use rl experiences to write about like I am rn) & princess Leila and probably another like guardians of galaxy I am green skinned pink hair and the empath from second (sister is the blue sister in first) princess in valareian(explains my soul and outside worlds) and mc girl (vessel- makes it easier for others to understand, so many perspectives)

(Gypsy - me) priest - sin religion control (knight - humanity) quaz- new fam members whom feel like him (don’t judge them if they help they’re like super hero’s!) but are positive and good spirited

Use frequencies during sad or bad parts to attract beings whom need to vent or heal from those things and let them vent and express self crying or gratitude, beautiful message of healing and then higher frequencies so beings from higher realms can help guide them through the healing process instead of being trapped by beings whom don’t want to heal, heal and sage out as many as you can help, all need to heal!!! Healing = beautiful strength

(Hunger games situation (I am catniss) (studio Ghibli princess mononoke- attack on titan (walls map)- sword art (tower like transformers) - SU - X-men - MIB - trolls 2 map - children of whales map - Zelda map (need to double check Zelda map) ) (Batman lego movie and lego movie) (twilight zone)

Spice girls - dc super hero girls (Harley Quinn and Barbara) - Charlie angels - kill bill - dogma

Flcl- work station symbolism - dead leaves- panty and stocking - redline

Vessel - Zelda human (Janine, silent, aka timid, tangled, mulan, Cinderella-elf) princess, also the zora princess’s ruto (mipha-another realm- higher realm-Aqua also made reps know they can be healers too when they watched I learned about that- healing- Pocahontas- Anunnaki) deku princess(lower realm- reps-Ravens story -jasmine), Spirit sage saria (3rd earth abilities-nature-ferngully-fae-Persephone-protector of nature-sage) & soul - minda twilight princess (higher realm- Tiamat- space-rosalina-Brave-venelope)

Soul old soul, Spirit new soul, vessel autism

Lonely island - turtle

Eevees

(I don’t trust the chancler- rat race jupiter ascending, dark crystal, Star Wars)

(Empire- cabal - organization-Galactic Fed13(Supposed to be like Star Wars and will be- supposed to be like lilo and stitch and supposed to be like guardians of the galaxy)

(Rebels are 7deadlysins(Pink is 4th) sins but really lazy 6- related to the empire but ones that wants to end sin) (empire doesn’t want eveyone spiritual to have control-7 want to wake all up so all can heal or at least I do, pretty sure the six just want to dom me in the past.. So we are not lust we hate be lusted for and we stand for empathy and justice! We are all multi gender and they make fun of my feminine side (in past and killed me since I didn’t want the business to be the way it was and didn’t want to be morman with them since literally everyone is related to everyone and they’re made I realize that again and that’s why they’re freaking out that I want to be single forever- garnet stronger than you- they are jasper I am Lapris-spinel symbolism is Janines reactions to all of this and how innocent we truly are.. Pink diamond is truly is and our story but backwards so many hate us, we died and grew to realize life’s beauty like in the rose video tape but they grounded us and other races took over- night began to rise teen Titans music story- pink is I- evil wizard made matrix- wake up everyone!!! Don’t be afraid of your spiritual strengths or you’ll be trapped in the matrix eternally!!!!!!) so all have to realize sensitivity and symphony and empathy are strengths not weaknesses!!!)

Dead in real life- matrix is like spotless sunshine- going through her memories deleting and creating new ways that they like- programming I- Janine is the spark of brain-aura lights- all fuse into I janines consciousness and they want to wake me back up and I’ll be alive but only with janines memories.. but I’m princess and choosing to heal all and find solution to heal entire egg - brain remove THIER corruption (33 players made online game to crest ultimate lover) wake up like ghost in shell but Frankenstein or AI as programmed chobit, all humans are like this too in pods like matrix because humanity failed and ai war in past (9, last mimzy, AI, I robot) save nature learn lessons spark everyone’s free will- all brains connected (matrix, online multiplayer but not because organic so it’s really spiritual but to make sense of it it is also AI like computer and video games!! Movies have Easter eggs multiple perspectives, find out whom your soul is and spiritually wake up, everyone will be mocked!) I’m not the only one but at same time here I am if that even makes sense.. (favorite daughter like Ariel aka Jasmine) I may be the only one because I am the chosen one, I am the Universe(Soul).. Mother Gaia(Spirit) but Janine(Vessel//Temple) (not supposed to be a prison nor is the planet, let’s fix it and if the only way is staying alive forever then so be it and let’s heal the whole egg and live together peacefully but please don’t let them turn me into a tool or deceive anyone or force sin I am against sin!) (If not I shall be karma for the lack of empathy and removal of sin in all universes- there’s multiverses) (end result hopefully beach race from valarien but abilities like X-men and peaceful and many races and beautiful nature and growth not trauma-no sin)

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artificialqueens · 4 years

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Revelation Sunshine, Chapter 5 (Courtney/Vixen) - Veronica

A/N: Hey guys! Thank you so much for your enthusiasm for my self-indulgent rare pair. I adore you. And thank you so much to the amazing @theartificialdane, who is the most wonderful collab partner I could ask for. <3 [Here’s a link to previous chapters.]

Last chapter: Vixen was a traitor to feminism (jk) and then told Courtney about a possible job offer in LA.

This chapter: Vixen comes to LA to meet her new colleagues and pay her girlfriend a visit.

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Courtney and Vixen were both true to their word to not let too much time go by before their next visit. In late October, once Vixen’s part-time position at UCLA became official, she jumped at the chance to meet with the team she’d be working with in person.

Her flight arrived on a Tuesday afternoon while Courtney was working, doing some ADR for Glimmer. Brie let her in and helped her get settled, showing her where Courtney had cleared out space in the closet and dresser.

Vixen smiled to herself. She was only going to be staying for a week, but Courtney had (intentionally, she was sure) made enough space for all of the clothes she owned. She put her things away, sipping on a glass of Courtney’s favorite brand of fair trade coconut water, finding that she’d come to really enjoy the taste. She shook her head—if she wasn’t careful, that girl was gonna have her on some kind of vegan raw food diet soon.

She was just starting to feel a bit hungry when a blonde figure raced into the room, nearly tackling her to the ground in glee, covering her face with kisses.

“How was your flight?”

“Fine. I feel a little grimy though, maybe I should-”

“Do you have enough space?”

“Yes! Fucking plenty, how long do you think I’m here for?” Vixen laughed.

“Maybe I was trying to tempt you to stay longer,” Courtney said with a coy flutter of lashes.

“Good try.”

“Do you want to go out for dinner?” she asked.

“Not particularly.”

“So...what do you want to eat, then?”

Vixen’s eyes raked up and down her body, a naughty smirk on her face, and Courtney grinned back at her.

“Always gotta order off-menu, don’t you?”

“I thought you were the menu,” said Vixen.

Courtney giggled.

“Well, that’s fair.”

“I’ve also been eyeing up your spa shower.”

“Oh yeah? Want me to show you how it works?” Courtney murmured.

Vixen offered a sweet smile, saying, “Yes, please.”

“Hmm, such good manners, baby.”

Courtney turned her around by the shoulders, swatting her lightly on the ass, and then ushered her towards the bathroom.

***

“Shit,” Courtney said a bit later as they curled in bed, wearing nothing but moisturizer and a loose sheet. “I forgot about dinner.”

“Oh yeah. Whoops.”

Courtney giggled, sitting up and stretching. “I have some chili and cornbread that I made last night, how does that sound?”

“Vegan chili?” Vixen made a face.

“It’s really good,” Courtney said. “Super spicy. It might be too much for you.”

“Oh yeah, that’s what I’m afraid of. Your Caucasian seasoning.”

Courtney giggled. “And the cornbread is so good, I got the recipe from-“

“Vegan cornbread?!” Vixen looked even more offended at that prospect, making Courtney laugh again.

“Why don’t you try it, and if you hate it, I’ll order you pizza.”

“You guys got Chicago pizza out here?” Vixen asked.

Courtney pressed her lips into a line.

“Look, I know I’m only lived there for a few years, but as an honorary New Yorker, I feel like I have to tell you that Chicago pizza—”

“Bitch, you watch your mouth—”

“—Is not pizza,” Courtney finished, watching Vixen’s face closely for any sign, trying desperately not to laugh.

After a beat, Vixen reached for her.

“I’m gonna fucking get you for that,” she growled.

Courtney shrieked, leaping off the bed and racing through the house, laughing, to the kitchen, Vixen on her heels. Once in the kitchen, Vixen pinned her against the counter with her arms behind her.

“Say you were lying.”

“No!” Courtney giggled, squirming as Vixen began a concentrated tickle attack.

“Chicago deep-dish for liiiiiife!”

Courtney collapsed against her chest, still laughing. Putting her freed arms around Vixen’s shoulders.

“It’s not pizza. It’s just a cheese...pie.”

“Exactly!” Vixen laughed.

“But I don’t eat cheese,” Courtney reminded her.

“Right. Another strike against you…”

“What was the first strike?” Courtney asked, pouting.

“You’re trying to feed me vegan cornbread,” Vixen told her with a stern head shake. “My mom would be horrified.”

“Just a little taste. I bet you’ll like it.”

“Ugh, you’re not even gonna have real butter to spread on it!” Vixen moaned.

“I have Earth Balance.” Courtney wriggled out of her arms and opened the fridge, getting out a couple of containers and half of a cornbread, wrapped in foil.

Vixen watched her from behind, leaning on the counter, surveying her naked ass appreciatively before saying, “This isn’t exactly hygienic cooking attire, is it?”

Courtney set everything on the counter and pulled open a drawer, producing two aprons.

“Here we go. Better?”

“Very classy.”

Once the cornbread was properly heated and spread with Earth Balance, Vixen took a childish, wincing bite.

“Well?” Courtney asked expectantly. “Come on...that’s good.”

“It’s...less offensive than I thought it would be,” she admitted.

“I’ll take it.” Courtney wrapped her arms around Vixen’s waist, pulling her in for a kiss. “Do you still want pizza?”

“What’s the point?!” Vixen sighed. “It’s gonna be that New York bullshit. Or worse, something all LA like whole wheat crust and soy cheese.”

“Guess again.” Courtney displayed her phone screen, PostMates opened to a Chicago deep dish pizza place with 5-star reviews.

“When did you find that place?”

“I asked my friend Shea for recommendations last week. She’s from Chicago.”

Vixen broke out into a huge grin.

“You did?”

“Mmmhmm…” Courtney trailed kisses down Vixen’s neck, murmuring, “I didn’t want any reason for you to hate LA.”

Vixen laughed. “There are a million reasons to hate LA. It’s a horrible city. Shallow, uncultured, and this dry air is terrible for my skin…”

Courtney continued to kiss her, winding her fingers into her hair.

“But...I could maybe learn to accept it,” Vixen continued. “In time.”

“Yeah, you think so?”

“I guess…” she teased, fingers sliding down Courtney’s body to wrap around her thighs, lifting her up onto the counter. “There are one or two things I don’t hate.”

“Like what?” Courtney sighed, arching up as Vixen’s mouth trailed down her body.

“Guess.”

“So…” Courtney bit her lip. “Does that mean you’re excited to play house with me this week?”

“Absolutely.”

***

Halloween, Vixen discovered, was very important to Courtney. She was having a party on Saturday, and before they went to sleep, insisted on getting out a selection of potential costumes.

“Shouldn’t we talk about this tomorrow?” Vixen stifled a yawn.

“I have to give the others notice.”

“What others?”

“Well, I told Adore and Gigi that we’d need them to join in if we do Ninja Turtles. And Brie is on standby in case we need all 3 of them for the Spice Girls.”

“Spice Girls is cool. I get to be Scary though, right? You’re not doing some nonsense color-blind casting?”

“You’re Scary. I’m Ginger. Brie is baby, Adore is Sporty, and Gigi is Posh.”

“Okay,” Vixen yawned again. “Approved.”

“Perfect,” Courtney said, slipping under the covers to join her.

***

The next day was spent on campus, meeting (and re-meeting, in a few cases) Vixen’s colleagues, auditing a class with the professor for whom she was taking over, and having a strategy session with the head of the department about the changes she’d proposed for the syllabus, along with another intriguing proposal. When it was all over, she met Courtney for dinner at a restaurant in Brentwood, excited to tell her all about the day.

“Apparently everyone’s having babies,” she laughed, recounting the offer for her to take over a workshop series from one of their other professors starting in the Spring semester, bringing her to what basically amounted as full time.

Courtney smiled, seemingly charmed by her enthusiasm. It wasn’t until she’d finished telling her all about the new offer that she sensed a bit of anxiety.

“So...then, you’re excited about it?”

“About the job? Are you kidding? It’s a dream job. Especially if it leads to a tenured position. Fingers crossed on that!” Vixen grinned, a little puzzled why Courtney’s brow was still creased with worry. “Why do you ask?”

“Well...I mean, your whole world is in Chicago. Your family, all your friends…”

“Yeah, but I’ll still see them. And I can make new friends here. I’m very charming, you know.”

“You are.” Courtney smiled, twirling her wine glass. “But...do you really want to leave? What if you hate it here?”

“I don’t understand. You were the one who said we should live in the same city-”

“Yes, but I assumed I’d be the one moving. Eventually.”

Vixen blinked for a few moments, a bit stunned. It hadn’t even occurred to her that when Courtney said they should live closer that she would be moving.

“I mean I travel so much anyway for work, I can really live anywhere, so it just makes sense that I would...come to you. I just don’t want you to make this big sacrifice for me, when I’m...I don’t need that. I didn’t ask you to-”

Vixen’s eyes softened, and she reached across the table to take Courtney’s hand.

“I know. I know you didn’t. But...I’ve been trying to get an in with this department for 4 years. I started talking to them more seriously last Fall. And then, when my book sales picked up...for some strange reason,” she paused, giving Courtney a sly wink, “that’s when they actually got interested. The academic world moves very slowly.”

“So...the job came first?”

“The job came first,” Vixen assured her. “You’re not such a bad bonus, though.”

Courtney finally relaxed, tensing leaving her shoulders, smile brightening as she leaned forward to kiss Vixen’s cheek.

“And...do you really think you could be happy here?” she asked.

Vixen stroked her face, nodding slowly. “I do.”

***

Courtney’s Halloween party was a trip. So many of the faces were vaguely familiar, and Vixen kept having a hard time figuring out if it was because they were famous, or because she’d seen them on Courtney’s instagram. Like Tatianna, a strikingly beautiful woman dressed as Peter Pan, who she could have sworn she’d met before, only to realize a few minutes after she’d begun talking (gushing, actually, to Courtney about her new engagement) that she’d been a fairly famous model at one point.

Or the pretty black woman whose face she knew for certain that she’d seen before, but couldn’t place for the life of her, when she approached them to say hi to Courtney.

“Hi Shea! You look amazing!” Courtney said, giving her a hug. “Vix, you remember Shea from the VMAs, right?”

Vixen gave Courtney a silent ‘thank you’ with her eyes before smiling warmly at Shea.

“Of course, nice to see you again.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t think I know your date,” Courtney said.

“Hi, I’m Sasha-”

“Doctor Sasha Velour,” Shea said, her gorgeous smile growing as she put her arm around the woman beside her, adding, “I’m dating a doctor.”

“Congratulations!” Courtney laughed. “Are you a medical doctor, or…?”

“I’m a psychologist,” Sasha said.

“Ah, awesome! Well, Dr. Sasha Velour, this is Dr. Vixen Taylor,” Courtney said, then murmured to Shea playfully, “See, I can date a doctor too.”

Shea stuck her tongue out at Courtney, who returned it, both of them giggling.

“They’re so mature,” Vixen noted to Sasha, giving her air kisses so as not to disturb her elaborate makeup.

“I know, right?” Sasha laughed, looking at her girlfriend lovingly.

They chatted for a few minutes before moving on to greet more guests, Courtney holding Vixen’s hand the whole time, making sure that she gave ample clues if it was someone Vixen should be expected to know. (And keeping an eye out for Adore and Gigi so that they could take their group Spice Girls picture, which Vixen suspected was Courtney’s real purpose for having a party in the first place.)

At least Vixen knew who Honey Mahogany was. Courtney’s Glimmer co-star was an amazing actress, well respected for her political activism, and someone that Vixen couldn’t wait to meet. She’d come dressed as Diana Ross, in her iconic orange jumpsuit and cape from the Central Park concert. Vixen was a little star-struck, but allowed Courtney to pull her over and say hi.

“Ah, I see we’ve both come as iconic divas,” Honey said warmly, looking at Vixen’s Scary Spice outfit. Vixen chuckled nervously and took her offered hand.

“I should be thanking you,” Vixen said.

“Why’s that?”

“I heard you were the one who gave Ginger over here my book,” Vixen gestured to Courtney, clad in a Union Jack dress and gogo boots, who nodded emphatically.

“She was indeed!”

“If you’d seen the inside of any of her trailers, you might not be thanking me,” Honey laughed. “She’s an absolute disaster. She also has this terrible habit of—”

“Oh my god, stop!” Courtney clapped a hand over her mouth to end the teasing, the two of them clearly having a playful bond, as Honey bit her finger lightly. Courtney yelped and pulled her fingers away, letting her continue.

“—of trying to shut me up when all I’m doing is saying true things that you’ll find out about sooner or later.”

Courtney laughed, shaking her head.

“I thought you supported our relationship, Ms. Mahogany.”

“I do!” Honey grinned. “But she should know what she’s getting into. Also, don’t let her eat anything cabbage-related, because when I tell you what an ungodly smell-”

“Okay, that’s enough of that,” Courtney giggled, pulling Vixen away. She tossed a kiss back over her shoulder at Honey, who was still laughing.

“I actually really did want to talk to her,” Vixen said. “I think we have a lot in common.”

“Oh. Sorry!” Courtney said, turning back around and shouting, “Honey! Wait!”

“And you know, I appreciate the attentiveness, but you really don’t have to babysit,” Vixen smiled.

“Am I stifling you?” Courtney asked, biting her lip.

“Only a little.” Vixen pressed a kiss to Courtney’s forehead. “But it’s okay.”

“You rang?” Honey asked as she reapproached, a drink in her hand.

“I’m sorry I interrupted. Carry on!” Courtney chirped, scampering off to go talk to her other party guests.

All things considered, Vixen had a good time. Even when Adore started force-feeding shots to Courtney, grinding on her in a manner that Vixen found mildly inappropriate for a so-called platonic friend. It was hard to be annoyed while Courtney was laughing hysterically and shoving a handful of pretzels into Adore’s face. And watching them clown around like children, Vixen started to understand their bond a little more.

It was almost 4 am by the time the last of the revelers went home. (Or in Adore’s case, passed out face-down and ass out in the guest room, track pants around her ankles.)

“She’s a precious angel, isn’t she?” Gigi asked, removing her sneakers and pants and throwing the covers over her.

“The most precious,” Courtney giggled, kissing Gigi on the cheek. “Thank you for taking care of her.”

“Of course,” Gigi said.

“You really are a saint,” Vixen commented from the doorway.

“Nah…” Gigi turned around with a smirk. “The sex is just that good.”

“I’m so happy for you both,” Courtney laughed, as she walked towards the door. “Nighty-night, kids.”

“Goodnight, mom,” Gigi replied, slipping under the covers. She leaned in close to Adore, hand on her back, then gave them a thumbs-up. “Still breathing!”

Courtney closed the door behind her, still chuckling, and took Vixen’s hand.

“Omigod, I’m so tired…Do I need to brush my teeth or can I skip it?”

“Mmm, I don’t know. What will Disney say if your teeth start falling out?” Vixen teased.

“Ugh, fine, I’ll be responsible.”

***

Even though they stayed up late, Courtney woke up relatively early, eyes fluttering open, a patch of sunlight on the comforter warming her. She turned to Vixen, surprised to find her awake too, giving her a sleepy smile.

“Morning.”

Courtney reached out a hand to touch her cheek, fingers lingering indulgently on her smooth brown skin. Her dark eyes began to close, nuzzling into Courtney’s touch. The vulnerability of that simple move made Courtney want to wrap her into a hug and never let go.

“We don’t have to get up, right? We can just...stay in bed all day?”

“If that’s what you want, you got it,” Courtney replied, leaning forward to press their foreheads together. In that moment, Courtney would have agreed to anything Vixen wanted, anything to make her happy.

“I mean, I guess you have to go feed the dog at some point,” Vixen mused.

“I’ll text Adore to do it.”

“Wow, finally she’s good for something,” Vixen said, and then there was a flash of worry, wondering if she’d crossed a line.

But Courtney just grinned, and Vixen gave her a matching, dazzling smile, eyes crinkling happily.

“You’re so cute,” Courtney said.

Courtney swung a leg over her, straddling her, sheets bunched up around her waist, topless except for some residual Halloween glitter strewn across her chest.

“You’re cute,” Vixen said back, sliding her hands up Courtney’s thighs. She chuckled softly, shaking her head.

“What’s so funny?” Courtney asked, fingers dancing over her skin.

“I just...never thought I’d fall in love with a white girl…”

Courtney’s eyes widened in delighted shock, mouth falling open. She’d been holding back a bit, not wanting to scare Vixen off, but that was about the best thing she could possibly hear.

“What?”

Vixen’s brow furrowed, wondering why Courtney looked so surprised. Until her face softened into a dreamy-eyed expression, explaining, “You said ‘love.’”

Oops.

“Oh shit,” Vixen said, suppressing a grin. “I didn’t mean it!”

Courtney began to tickle her, bending down to nibble at her neck, murmuring, “Did so.”

“Nooooo,” Vixen protested weakly, as Courtney pinned her arms above her head, noses nearly touching.

“You love me.” Courtney was glowing, the happiest Vixen had ever seen her.

“I don’t,” Vixen lied with a petulant pout.

“Hmm. Well, that’s a shame. Because I love you. So much,” Courtney said, pressing kisses along her jaw.

“Yeah, I know, you’re really obvious about it,” Vixen said. But her insides were flipping over, stomach swarming with happy butterflies.

“Good.”

“I guess this means I win,” she continued. “Since, you know, you said it first.”

“Is that so?”

“I don’t make the rules,” said Vixen. She shrugged, arms still above her head, and batted her lashes up at Courtney, who giggled softly and kissed her again.

“Congratulations. On your win,” Courtney said.

“Thanks.”

Courtney released her arms, gazing down at her, hovering on all fours with a smile pulling at her mouth. Vixen reached up to cup her face, thumbs running over her cheekbones. She pulled her in close, whispering in her ear.

“It’s true, you know. I do...kind of love you.”

“Are you sure?” Courtney whispered back, eyes glittering.

Vixen nodded, stomach doing somersaults as happiness washed over Courtney’s face.

“Me too.”

Courtney laid back down, curled contentedly in her arms, as Vixen kissed to top of her head.

By the time she left for the airport two days later, it rolled off her tongue so easily that she wondered why she hadn’t said it sooner.

I love you, I love you, I love you...

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The Boys: SN1.4

(DISCLAIMER: MY OPINION IS MY OWN AND CAN BE DEEMED INVALID TO THOSE WHO DON’T CARE FOR IT.)

My dudes here is the fourth episode for ya...

THE FEMALE OF THE SPECIES

I’m assuming that the episode could be the climax since there are only 8 episodes in this installment... I’ll stfu... moving on...

I’m sorry but the lovemaking scene isn’t needed... there I fucking said it!

This female lowkey looks like an older version of Joey King

Butt ass naked eatin’ hot pockets while watching an old video of the female he was in bed with... this must be BECCA.

I’m surprised the DEPUTY DIRECTOR/SUSAN hasn’t gotten used to these surprise yet.

SUSAN’s bossy but I like it!!

POPCLAW = SNITCH

“You know I’d rather be rubbin’ them toes.” - M.M. (SMOOTHIES)

“If you and Monique so something pure then why are you lying to her about where you are?” - FRENCHIE

Damn, they really just walked down there like it was nothing... nobody even tried to stop them...

What the hell... is that J-POP?!?!

FRENCHIE >> I spy with my little eye a female.

oHHH SHIT that BITch IS FAST!!!!!!!!

DAAMMMNNN THAT DUDE KILLED HIMSELF JUST SO HE WOULDN’T GET FUCKED UP!!!

Is THE DEEP really in therapy??

-___-

.... I hope he doesn’t get jiggy with the animals....

Back to the boys

M.M. has finally found the Compound V

looks like FRENCHIE has sort of train ticket

While HUGHIE has a whole date with STARLIGHT.

“As a rule, I kinda don’t go out after gorey murders.” - HUGHIE

QUEEN MAEVE huffin’ and puffin’ like she already knows what this motherfucker HOMELANDER is going to do.

CHERIE baby girl FRENCHIE is cheating on you, my dude.

Homeboy pullin’ out the bodies looks like DAVE CHAPPELLE.

A-TRAIN know she’s lyin’... bruh... don’t tell him...

THE FEMALE JUST FUCKED THAT BITCH UP!!!!!!

STARLIGHT was really holdin’ back for this dude... that’s so sweet...

Damn that bowling ball kinda startled me too

Of course, the people hijacking the plane are Arabic...

So they got all 3 of the hijackers.

Well, I’ll be damnd there’s another one.

HOMELANDER is still that fake ass bitch

Dang, he really needs to watch where he’s aiming his fucking eyes.

HOMELANDER AIN’T SHIT HE COULD’VE SAVED EVERYONE ON THAT FUCKING PLANE!!!!!!!!!! CAPTAIN AMERICA WOULD NEVER!!!

how many languages does M.M. know??

FRENCHIE puttin’ all this shit together.

There goes that J-POP music video again.

FRENCHIE + THE FEMALE = OTP

Remember HUGHIE you’re doing this for ROBIN.

HUGHIE = WHITE URKEL

damn so that’s what happened to MALLORY

SPICE GIRLS

SPORTY SPICE > pretty much not doing anything

POSH SPICE > “Making clothes for anorexics. Not much of a growth market.” - BUTCHER

BABY SPICE > “Fuck all. Not even page six of the daily mail.” - BUTCHER

SCARY SPICE > “Up to her eyeballs in lawsuits and sex tapes.” - BUTCHER

GINGER SPICE > “Has 3 albums: Passion, Schizophonic, and Scream If You Wanna Go Faster.... They’ll all make your ears bleed.” - BUTCHER

“When they’re apart their absolute fucking rubbish. But you put them together they’re the goddamn fucking spice girls.” - BUTCHER

Maybe that’s the concert BECCA was talking about when she was in bed with him.

THE DEEP has lost his fucking mind he stole a dolphin ladies and gentlemen...

I think he fucks the animals...

OH MY GOD PLEASE DON’T LET THE DOLPHIN DIE..... NOOOOOO

A-TRAIN SNATCHED HER ASS UP REAL QUICK!!!!!!!

MY GOD HE IS REALLY MESSING THIS GIRL UP!

FRENCHIE + THE FEMALE = <3

THE FEMALE is non-equivalent to a spice girl

you know I’m getting really tired of this facade that HOMELANDER is showing towards these people.

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Episode 5 is done I just have to upload it.

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hello loves , what’s up ! i’m super excited to be here & to finally play my precious girl , jade aka kool kat . i’m LOLA , use she / her prounouns , i am NINETEEN , & i am currently in the gmt + 1 timezone which means yes , my ass should’ve been awake for intro posting but i don’t know what time management is and ended up swamped w/ work , so ! everything you need to know about about miss kat is under the cut , & i’m rlly thrilled to be apart of such a wonderful rp with such gorgeous muses . corniness over –– if you’re looking to plot sumn out , just hit that ♥︎ & i’ll make my way on over to ur dms , or feel free to add me up on discord which i’ll give in im’s if anybody’s interested ! ♡♡♡ tw : family issues , body image issues & drug mention ( not explicit ) .

001 . SYNOPSIS . FULL NAME . jade kikuchi . NICKNAMES . kool kat . AGE . twenty - one . DATE OF BIRTH . twenty - seventh of september , 1993 / libra . PLACE OF BIRTH . harajuku , tokyo , japan . GENDER . cisgender female . SEXUALITY . ( closeted ) pansexual . NATIONALITY . japanese , now american too after successfully gaining citizenship . ETHNICITY . asian . OCCUPATION . fashion designer at katz designz , former fashion design and journalist student back in her original timeline . PLAYLIST . here ! ( + ) charismatic , enthusiastic , warm , energetic , adventurous , compassionate , animated . ( - ) deceptive , independent , emotional , territorial , ambitious , impulsive , temperamental , insecure , sarcastic .

002 . AESTHETIC . wheatgrass smoothies , 90′s anime with subtitles , chanel no. 5, speeding on a desert road with the windows down , painting your toenails on the dashboard , neon prints , cat lazing on a balcony in the sun , black lace , japanese horror films , sour cocktails with sugar around the rim , half - smoked cigarettes , stacks of fashion magazines , long hair hastily dyed different colours in a motel bathroom , thrift stores .

003. INFORMATION .

tl;dr : a flighty, inattentive adventurer: a follower of whims; personable and sociable but lacks the skills to maintain relationships because she’s entirely (and perhaps too) career focused, checks her horoscope daily and entirely relies on the stars when concerning relationships, epitome of a britney spears / gwen stefani stan back in the 2000′s, still owns a (bedazzled) flip phone, collector of vintage fashion (chanel, elle, juicy couture etc.) a subscriber to the Leonardo Da Vinci sleeping method; catch her at 2 am making soufflés or buying plane tickets to shiwei so she can really experience the culture: will tell you she loves you ten minutes after first introduction because she’s high: kind of unintentionally insensitive to those she doesn’t know and closed off but in like a cool, lovable way.

• heads up im running on like 5 hrs sleep so sry when this inevitably derails ! ok sweet let’s get into this .

• so as aforementioned this is jade kukichi, aka, kool kat. she was dubbed that by her friends due to her unique fashion style and sense of dress, and it’s stuck. lbr nobody other than her friends can use that term so if you do, she’s just going to stare at u for a quick sec before saying ‘it’s jade’.

• born in harajuku, tokyo to a cardiothoracic surgeon of a father and a politician of a mother, jade grew up traveling the world and becoming flighty af, never thinking she was going to make long - term friends and kinda being okay with that.

• her family has never stayed in one place for very long, though her aging parents eventually settled into a permanent residence in the us around the time she turned sixteen, not soon enough for jade to break the habit of wandering, but thankfully quick enough for her to meet the bratz girls who were just as adventurous and fun - loving as she. she's spent much of her teen life jumping from place to place wherever her interests are that moment, collecting people along the way, but to find friends was the only thing she was missing. jade has a brilliant mind, but she lacks patience and follow through. she needs guidance or she'll jump from idea to idea, job to job, whim to whim.

• ngl, jade pretty much hated her home life. her parents were an overbearing presence in her life, her mother wanting jade to be a proper lady who also went into a profession like theirs (entirely serious and stifling when it came to creativity, doctor, politician, lawyer etc.) while jade herself wanted to check out the latest trends and go to the mall w her friends – so she turned all of her focus and energy into getting good grades in everything she wanted to do in the hopes that she could be the most successful fashion designer, then leaving town forever.

• like she spent 7 yrs in high school graduating w honours but she barely knew what was happening in 9/10 of her classes and sometimes she just slept through classes and then wing her exams which she miraculously did well at. it was just not a good idea to send jade to a public school at 11 after being in boarding school for the rest of her life and then never really enforce any rules :~\ she has trouble with that kind of thing.. as in making logical choices instead of saying "YEAH lets go watch american psycho and smoke weed!" skipping chemistry to do just that

• she loves fun and values doing what makes her happy over most things. it's hard to pin her down and she spends most of her life chasing after ideas that don't really follow any sort of conscious order, bc she’s really got that ‘i’ve got dreams and i’m gonna do everything in my power to achieve them’ personality.

• according to bratz canon she’s worked as literally everything ? she’s one of those insufferable people who r just. good everything ig and that’s just how it is on this bitch of an earth. jade’s been a photographer, a song - writer and bass player in a rock band (shout out to bratz rock angelz the best movie w the best soundtrack ever), a student studying fashion design, a fashion columnist, a quickly fired nanny, and many other things in between.

• so when she appears in toonsville she’s kind of out of it that she’s not doing something w her skills and sets up her own business which she loves ? being her own boss suits her fine (for now) because she’s got a Real Job and she's actually trying rly hard so she can fulfill her dreams !! like suck it mom nd dad haha !!!

• jade has a lot of weird feelings TM about her body and her looks and struggles a lot with her self confidence :~( she had a shit time at school with boys saying she was too thin and she compensated by acting like she didn't like anyone at all for a while and now she thinks she isn't good enough for anyone when rly she is a cinnamon bun too good for this world too pure

• best friend ever she is so good at being a friend if u text her at 3am to go out or cry on her shoulder shes ready to go at 3:15 even if she was sleeping w lots of snacks and treats and love!!! she is sooo extroverted around those she’s comfortable w, she gains so much energy from being around people and she loves being nice and being around ppl she likes

• she becomes the mom of groups pretty easily (hence why she’s the leader of the bratz) bc she bottles up most of her own problems to help ppl with theirs!! which is toxic yea but she puts people first always so !! plz help her poor repressed soul!! rip kool kat..

• still super into the stuff of her time so like.. she loves the x files and bad reality tv shows (i want to be a hilton) and reads gossip magazines on the reg because she enjoys that stuff! also very into girl groups.. ginger spice / posh spice is an eternal mood.

• anyway yes sweet adult-child of 21 (she is in denial about that tho like she doesn't want to be childish) who is v nice v kind v loyal v baked a lot of time, v passionate v silly. idk what i'm doin hope u like it < 3

004. WANTED CONNECTIONS .

friends / best friends / ride or dies . jade genuinely loves people, loves talking to strangers and getting into intense conversations with people she’s only just met, learning other people’s way of life and bettering herself for getting. she is, however, incredibly blunt and has never once minced words to keep from hurting someone’s feelings or to ease them into a situation. she’d much rather have a one-time conversation with a stranger than make long lasting relationships. she has three very close friends – to the point of co - dependence – and honestly, she’d rather spend all of her time doing things she loves such as her hobbies, sticking her nose into the latest vogue, or searching for cute collars and treats for her cat mica w them instead of making new friends. she's also FUN and she'd be happy to go on crazy road trips or buy out a movie theater for a day or anything that she thinks will her buds happy. she's traveled all over, so she’s v well read and cultured. she loves people but she hates complication and won't deal with any sort of emotional labor. she wants to live in the moment and expects everyone in her life to do so as well. just be chill, y'all.

frenemies / enemies / rivals . please be her enemy, she needs people to antagonize shdhshd. she grew up pretty much affluent so she’s pretty spoiled even if she doesn’t want to admit it, and that rebellious side of her hasn’t died down yet. despite the fact that she is wealthy and in good community standing, she has a hard time letting go of childish grudges. in general she’s got a lot of suppressed feelings and ready to fight everyone who hurts her friends – like an irritated cat – so, honestly, come at her ? she is sometimes a little fickle and flighty and a unintentionally stuck up when it comes to art / fashion and she has definitely said the wrong thing at the wrong time and pissed the wrong people off, she can’t stand anyone underestimating her or thinking she’s dumb bc she’s interested in fashion. like gtfo !

ex’s , fwb’s , possible love interests . jade is fairly fluid romantically and is the type of person who hates labels but also just wants to be cherished and called cute pet names lowkey. she loves a lot and gives a lot to her relationships, but typically doesn't want to commit to anything important. she’s gone from one disastrous relationship to another, ending up with a boyfriend who constantly ridiculed her image that was essentially the catalyst for her cutting off romantic ties, quite a recent wound before she found herself on the island actually. worst thing is tht she’s convinced herself that she’s been the problem in these relationships – that she turns good people bad or that she is too much for people to deal with, she’s not sure what the issue is and she doesn’t really want to know. so…. fuck everything amirite ? anyway, she’s a strong independent woman who don’t need no (wo)man.

etc . pls give me people jade can give a makeover to, people she shares an apartment w on the island, people who think fashion is girly and vapid.. creatives who love what she’s doing, anything tbh << 3

#cartoons:intro #ngl making jade's playlist was the best part about this

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arrrseeenalfc · 5 years

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Meeting the Beckhams - James Maddison imagine

"Quit stressing babe. You look like you need the toilet. They will love you instantly." You reassure a nervous James Maddison as he's 5 seconds away from meeting your parents for the first time.

You and James had been together for over 5 months. The attraction was instant and eventhough the relationship was moving fast, it didn't feel wrong at all.

"Y/n, what if they don't? What do I do?" He asks as he rings the doorbell.

"Shhh don't be negative. Anyway I've said only nice things about you so I'm sure they'll take what I've said on board." You reassure him.

The door opens and your face to face with you dad whilst you mother lurks behind him.

"Hi dad, hi Mum" you say as you get inside giving kisses and hugs. You turn to motion James to come but he's frozen in his spot. He elongates his hand as you dad does aswell.

"Hello sir, it's an honour to meet you." He says with star struck eyes. He couldn't believe it. Here he was shaking hands with the one the only, David Beckham. When y/n revealed her family he didn't know whether to feel lucky or intimidated. Of course y/n knew he wasn't with her because of her family but she always teased him about him loving her dad more then her.

"Please, I've been waiting impatiently for my baby girl to come with her boyfriend." David says, smiling as he shakes James' hand.

He steadily grips his hand and James feels his nerves double as his eyes connect with your mum, Vitoria Beckham, the real challenge.

"Hi ma'am, your home is lovely." He compliments and your mum just nods with a brief smile.

David welcomes James inside as you go to chat along with your mum.

"Where's the others?" You ask as you take in the silence.

"We thought they would be too distracting for the first meeting, so we sent them off." You mum answers. You nod and walk back to James, holding his hand. He smiles at you and you see the glint of love in his eyes.

"Hope you're hungry, let's go!" Your dad says. James gives you a soft kiss to your forehead and you follow the sound of your dads sliders running towards the dining room.

You reach the table and stare at the amazing dinner laid in front of you. James goes to pulls out your seat and tucks it once you've seated. You glance at you dad smirking at you. You smirk back.

"So, tuck in." Your mum announces.

You give James a wink as you dive the dish, serving yourself and passing some to him.

"How's your season going, son?" Your dad asks and you feel James jump at the question. You grab his free hand under the table, caressing it as you encourage him to answer.

"Well it's abit shaking but we're strong and I believe in the team." He answers confidently.

"How do you manage football and your relationship with Y/n?" You mum asks. You mentally cringe at her question but look up to him with curiosity to his answer.

"Well.." he clears his throat as my mum stares patiently at him. You purse your lips, you yourself getting nervous too.

"She's the reason my football is great. Without her I think I would be a football fanatic. Football will always be there, but I'll do anything just for her to be besides me. Can't imagine someone else in her spot." He says, looking at you as you eyes turn soft to his words. You smile widely as he places a kiss to you cheek and caresses your hand holding his. Your mum clears her throat. You all look towards her as she abruptly rises from her seat, a serious glare in her eyes. You nibble in your lips, not bring able to predict what she'll say. You watch her face and her eyes look towards your dad's before turning back to your. Her straight face starts to crack as her lips fight a smirk. All of a sudden she bursts out laughing, followed by your dad's. You sit dumbfounded as James mirrors your expression.

"Oh god, David did you see the seriousness. How adorable is he?!" She chuckles out. Still confused you ask what's going on.

"Hun we was playing a prank. Wanted to scare James a little and I think it worked." She says.

"Dad what?" You ask, not understanding.

"We like the bloke Y/n. Just wanted to welcome him to the family in our own way." He grins and you narrow your eyes, shaking your head as you mum finally catches her breath.

"James Hun, you are so sweet. I now definitely know you'll treat my babygirl how she should be treated." You mum says, giving her beautiful smiles to James. You hear him chuckle and you smile at that fact he hasn't ran away yet.

"Welcome to my family." You say, rolling your eyes at their antics.

"Never felt more like my own." He replies.

You all spent the rest of the evening getting to know James more. Questions about his career from your dad. Questions about future from your mum, in which you cringed about. All in all it was a great first meeting. You say your goodbyes and walk towards the car. You wave to your parents as you leave the driveway.

"Well that turned out unexpected." James says as he turns a corner.

You laugh and give him a kiss on his cheek.

"Honestly, what are my parents like." You joke.

"Posh spice nearly gave me a scare." He chuckles.

"Honestly just wait until you meet the boys, that'll be great fun." You reply, swaying to the music as you ride back home with your boyfriend.

Meeting your parents for the first time finally over with

•

Hii I hope you like this, didn't really know what direction i wanted to write in but I hope it's okayy. Tell me what you think :))

#footballer imagines #football oneshot #football imagines #football one shot #football imagine #footballer imagine #james maddison #james maddison imagine #leicester #leicester fc

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kittyboones · 5 years

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Sage Holland Drage - Bully Self-Insert

This is my Self-Insert for Bully/Canis Canem Edit! I made the art myself and would appreciate if you didn’t use it! The Template was created by Silkvale and it can be found here! I added an extra, maybe not as necessary category in the Hot Encounters category, just for fun!! And I added a few teachers! This is the finished version of this OC/self-insert! if you want to see previous versions, please go through this tag to see previous versions!

If you are interested in reading the current info about my Bully Self-Insert, please read under the cut!

Biographical Information Full Name [& Pronunciation] - Sage Holland Drage ( S AI J ) ( H AW - l uh n d ) ( d r ai j ) Meaning - Herb or Prophet, Ridgeland, Dragon Set Age - 14-15 Certified Birthdate - 12 January 1992 (not my real birth year, but shh) Astrological Sign - Capricorn Pronouns - They/them or He/Him Aliases & Preferred Nicknames – Dumbbell - Sage might not actually like the nickname, but Mandy WIles insist on calling Sage it whenever Mandy sees Sage, so Sage is kind of used to this nickname Dragon - As some people may not be able to pronounce Sage’s surname, Sage just call themselves Dragon to make it easier for everyone. Ms. Shy - Even though Sage prefers to go by he/him or they/them pronouns, people insist on calling them ms, and many people consider them shy because of how they seem terrified of new people. This nickname was first given by Gord Vendome. Puppy - A nickname Sage got from Kirby Olsen, that they claim matches their general personality and as Kirby claims, matches the fact Sage has puppy eyes ‘that could melt the coldest of hearts’. Handsome Holland - because of an incident with the greasers, Ricky started calling Sage handsome and man does Sage blush every damn time Dragonborn – Because of Sage secretly is a bit of a nerd, they obtained this nickname from the nerds when they found out they enjoyed roleplaying games like Freddie Mercury - Mostly because of how much of a drama queen Sage can act like when they feel like it, some of the Preps have realized Sage fit the description of Bullworth’s Freddie Mercury and maybe it’s because of the fact that Sage, just like Mr Mercury, is Bisexual Posh Spice – Maybe it’s because of how posh and ladylike Sage gets when they are dressed extremely nicely, or maybe it’s because of how Sage is not such an innocent girl like Victoria sang herself back in 2001 Ethnicities Distant Descendants : American, British, Italian Dominant Descendants : Norwegian, Swedish, Danish Physical Description Hair Color - Brown Eye Color - Blue Weight – Height - Typical Clothing Wear : Maroon or pink vest, purple skirt, blue bow, purple bow, pink shoes - School uniform Pink silk dress and blonde wig - Halloween costume, that is supposed to resemble Carrie White from the movie Carrie Faux fur coat, faux fur ushanka - Winter attire Plaid pink pyjama pants, striped yellow and black crop top - Pyjamas Figure/Build - Distinguishing Features/Scars/ or Birthmarks – A mole just over their lip Explain: Tattoos: Piercings: Frequently Worn Jewelry: Choker belt around their neck Personal Information Current Living Arrangements - Sage currently lives with five of their American relatives, but also they technically live at Bullworth, in the girl’s dorm Originated from - Norway Travelled Territories - Hobbies - Fears – Spiders, snakes, insects, heights, scarecrows, most of the jocks Religion/Beliefs – Atheist Why?: Sage grew up in an atheist family, as simple as that. Health Behaviors Physical Ailments/ Disabilities/ Issues – Addiction(s) [Sex, Drugs, Smoking, Alcohol, Other] As stupid as it sounds, Sage is kind of addicted to eating sugar icing. Why?: Any regular medication taken? – Medication for their Iron Deficiency and for their Hives Chronological Information Profession - Student Likes - Dislikes - Goals/Ambitions – Most Instructive/Painful/Memorable Experience - Story behind experience: Weapons/Equipment - Sage mostly fights using their hands but can use a baseball if they need to. Personal Attributes Personality - Strengths - Weaknesses - Good Habits - Bad Habits - Fetishes/Strange Behaviors - Stereotype - Shy kid with few friends As you know them better(and you like them) : As you know them better(and you hate them) : Ratings on Personal Qualities Physical Strength : 4/10 Sage might not regularly train, but surprisingly Sage is stronger than they seem Attractive : 5/10 Sage doesn’t consider themselves the most beautiful and mostly blames it upon their parents and grandparents for how they look Honesty : 7/10 Sage hates lying in general, but still does lie if they need to. Rule Abiding : 3/10 Sage thinks certain rules are to be broken and others are to be broken. Sociability : 3/10 Sage is quite shy when it comes to meeting new people, but if they muster up enough confidence they can make new friends. Bullworth Academy Information Reason for enrolling: Sage has lacked disiplince and Sage’s parents had relatives that lived close Bullworth, so they decided on sending them to a Clique - Standing and Rank in Social Circle - Room Number – 4 Roommate(s)- Zoe Taylor & Beatrice Trudeau Favourite Subject(s) – English, & Art Why?: Sage loves English because they’ve felt so motivated and Least Favorite Subject(s) – Why?: Favourite Teacher – Mr. Galloway & Mrs. Philips Why?: Mr. Galloway - Sage takes a liking to Mr. Galloway, mostly because he encouraged and gave Sage a warm welcome to the school, during Sage’s first day at Bullworth Mrs. Philips - Sage got a few compliments Least Favorite Teacher – Mr. Slawter Why?: Sage is quite afraid of Mr. Slawter, mostly because he yelled at Sage during their first class Knowledgeability Language(s) – Norwegian, English Schooling Level - Grade 8-9, Expertise – Chemistry – Math – English – Geography – low / Sage knows a few things, like where certain European countries are, but after that, nothing more Politics/Law – low / Sage doesn’t really find any reason to take interest in politics and doesn’t really understand it Economy – Cooking/Culinary – Shop – Botany/Biology – Mythology – high / Sage knows a lot about Norrøn Mythology and enjoys learning more and more about it Art – high / Sage highly enjoys Art and feels that they know a lot about the rules about realism and perspective Photography – medium / Sage knows how to use a camera, and what settings look good or not, so they consider themselves at a 5/10 Reading Level – Overall Intelligence Level(s) - Interpersonal and Naturalistic. Relationships Statuses Trusted Companions Closest Friend(s) – Milliz - “I trust her with my life. Nothing more or less to say. And might I add that her and Earnest are really freakiNG ADORABLE?” Friend(s) - Kirby Olsen - “Damn, I consider him my best friend out of most of the students at Bullworth.” Despite Kirby being a jock and Sage being afraid of most of the jocks, Kirby and Sage are pretty close Beatrice Trudeau - “She might be a nerd, but I’m lowkey a nerd so we gotta stick together” Sage might not act like it, but they’re a big nerd and therefore easily became good friends with Beatrice. Pinky Gauthier - “excuse me? She’s one of my best friends!” Sage and Pinky quickly became friends, mostly because of how Sage was wearing Aquaberry when they first came to Bullworth and the fact that Pinky was friends with Sage’s cousin from before.

Hated Rivals Worst Enemies – Intolerable Students - Harmless Acquaintances Tolerated Students - Zoe Taylor - Tolerated Townsfolk - Hot Encounters Hinted Attractions - Bif Taylor - Sage finds Bif a bit charming and he surprisingly acts slightly kind to them, but he’s dating their cousin so😔 Tom Gurney - Sage realized really quickly that Tom was the least violent one out of the bullies and found him a slight bit charming and funny, but they don’t really hang out that much so.. Ricky Pucino - Sage found Ricky a small bit scary in the start, but quickly developed a small crush that they seem to forget about really easily Crush(es) - Gary Smith, Jimmy Hopkins and Petey Kowalski, before Sage started dating them Lover(s) - Gary, Jimmy and Petey, after they started dating them Ex(s) - Just some Norwegian guys they used to go to school with that Sage happened to like Admirer(s) - Ivan Alexander - Bucky Pasteur - Sage, only really being friends with Beatrice and Casey Harris - Dan Wilson - Extra Information Eating Habits Omnivore/Carnivore/Herbivore – Omnivore Favourite Food(s): Sage likes pizza, but they just like just food in general Favourite Drink(s): Disliked Food(s): Disliked Drink(s): Added Information Proclaimed Theme Song(s) - Either Dancing Queen by ABBA or Dum Og Deilig from Knutsen Og Ludvigsen Scent – Favourite Color: Sage can’t really decide between pink, maroon or beige. Favourite Season: Winter Favourite Animal: Sage can’t decide, so they usually just say dogs Favourite Music Genre: Sage can’t really choose, but they are very fond of country and Pop Most Memorable Quote – “ Various Quotes Through Interaction : “ Walking around – “I sure hope Mandy was joking when she called me a dumbbell...” “I don’t know jack dritt about math, how am I supposed to get a good grade?” “Gary mentioned something about rats, wondered what he was on about.” “I’m considering joining a clique... but which one?” “ “ “ “ When the fire alarm goes off – “Stuff like this always happens when you least expect it.” “Sure hope this isn’t a drill, I don’t want my slippers to get wet again without reason.” ”OH SHIT!” ”I owe whoever did that my life!” Greetings Good Terms: “Hiya!” “Hey there, best friend!” “How ya doing, sweetie?” “How are you doing, buddy?” “Hey, anything fun happen recently?” “Bro! What’s up?” “Heisann!” (Norwegian for ‘Hey there’) Bad Terms: “Please leave me alone” “I rather not talk.” “Ew.” “Get out of my face!” “Leave me alone!” “Continue being around me and I’ll beat you up! Or cry! Or even both!” Saying goodbye – Good Terms: “Have a good day! “See you later!” “Hope you have a good night!” Bad Terms: “”See you in Hell, I uhm mean class.” “Leave already.” “I’m getting a headache, gotta go.” “Byyeee, see you never.” When Flirted With – Good Terms: “I uhm...” “Thank you....” “Well I uhm, thank you so much! I uhm haha, we should hang out or something!” “I feel flattered. I’ll uhh have to go over there until the blushing stops.” “Continue acting this sweet and you’re going to be getting ladies really quickly.” “You’re such a sweetheart!” “If I were of age, I would marry you right here on the spot, but I’m still too young.” Bad Terms: “I wouldn’t say I don’t like you, but I’m not that interested.” “Not to be rude, but no.” “That better not be trying to make me blush, because it didn’t work at all.” “Get lost!” “I ain’t interested!” “Yikes, no thanks.“ Watching a fight – “I know I shouldn’t watch this crap, but damn it feels so right, right now!” “ Attacking – “I’m sorry!” “I have no choice in this situation, so I apologize beforehand!” “I learnt this one from my friend!” ”Either you run away or I keep hitting!” While Fighting – “I really wish it didn’t have to end with one of us being hurt!” “Ouch! Thanks, I guess!” Chasing someone – “You can run, but you can also hide!” “Come back here! please...!” Out of breath – “This always happens....” “Why do I have to have iron deficiency? When hidden from – “We aren’t playing hide and seek!” Knocked out – “This sure does remind me of my first day...” Stinkbomb explodes – “I can’t see shit!” “I should be happy I can’t smell anything from before!” “I envy ducks: they wouldn’t have the ability to smell this!” Opinions on students who reside at Bullworth Academy– Bullies Davis White: Ethan Robinson: Russell Northrop: Trent Northwick: Troy Miller: Wade Martin: Zoe Taylor: Greasers Hal Esposito: Johnny Vincent: Lefty Mancini: Lola Lombardi: Lucky De Luca: Norton Williams: Peanut Romano: Vance Medici: Jocks Bo Jackson: Damon West: Juri Karamazov: Luis Luna: Mandy Wiles: Ted Thompson: Nerds Algernon Papadopoulos: Cornelius Johnson: Donald Anderson: Earnest Jones: Sage has a strange friendship with the leader of the nerds: There are times where Sage find him the most annoying person and would love to beat him up and there are other times where Sage can relate a lot with him and talk about video games to him Fatty Johnson: Melvin O'Connor: Thad Carlson: Non-Cliques Angie Ng: Christy Martin: Constantinos Brakus: Sage has a strong grudge against Constantinos because he snitched on them when they were sending notes to Kirby in class. Eunice Pound: Gloria Jackson: Gordon Wakefield: Karen Johnson: Lance Jackson: Melody Adams: Pedro De La Hoya: “Doesn’t he like, pee his bed and get bullied a lot? I guess he’s okay, just too weak and manipulative for his own good.“ Ray Hughes: Sheldon Thompson: “Oh look at me, I am Sheldon, all the teachers love me! I hate that kid. Annoying and desperate.” Sage has a literal grudge against him and just like everyone, thinks he is a teacher’s pet Trevor Moore: Sage has no general opinion on Preppies Bryce Montrose: Chad Morris: Derby Harrington: Gord Vendome: Justin Vandervelde: Parker Ogilvie: Tad Spencer: "Big fat ego. He’s the least best prep, after my cousin of course!” Opinion on Adults who teach and patrol at Bullworth Academy – Edna: “She’s... interesting. Underrated, but I wouldn’t consider her the best. She’s kind of rude.” Dr. Crabblesnitch: “Well, he might be my principal, but he sure isn’t much of a pal. I mean, he isn’t friendly, you know?” Miss Danvers: “She might not have done anything towards me, but she gives Derby special treatment and she kind of was a bit rude to Jimmy like last year, so I don’t whether to be respectful towards her or not.” Miss Peters: “She forced me into doing a show I didn’t want to be a part of, so she isn’t getting no respect.” Mr. Galloway: “Can I just say: Best teacher, obviously. He might be an alcoholic, but I don’t judge.” Mr. Luntz: “Strange but nice guy. I respect him.“ Mr. Matthews: “I am sorry, but I don’t know who he is because I might uh be skipping some of my classes.” Sage skips their geography classes, so they have no knowledge of who he is. Mr. Slawter: “He yelled at me on my first day, so I guess I’m kind of scared of him, because he has a booming voice.” Mr. Watts: “Strange man. Strange, very strange man.” Mr. Wiggins: Sage can’t find a reason to find Mr. Wiggins an interesting teacher to listen to. Mrs. Carvin: “I don’t really know her, but I know she’s the librarian so..” Mrs. MacRae: “That woman freaks me out.“ Mrs Peabody: “I don’t have anything against her, but she shouldn’t be so old fashioned.“ Ms. Phillips: “Favourite teacher! She’s great! She encourages the students to do their best and she isn’t against any kind of art!“ Neil: Sage doesn’t really know who Neil is and doesn’t bother learning, as they don’t have. Prefects – Edward Seymour II: Karl Branting: Max MacTavish: Seth Kolbe: Opinions on People in the cities of Bullworth – Townies Clint(aka Henry): Sage doesn’t like saying it, but they’re quite afraid of him and Leon Duncan: Edgar Munsen: Gurney: Jerry: Leon: Sage is scared of him and Clint. Omar Romero: Otto Tyler: Residents in the city of Bullworth – Bethany Jones: Denny: Dr. Bambillo: Krakauer: Mihailovich: Miss Abby: Mr. Brekindale: Mr. Buckingham: Sage thinks he isn’t that special compared to other people but thinks he is one of the nicest residents of Bullworth they have met. Mr. Castillo: Mr. Doolin: Mr. Huntingdon: Mr. Johnson: Mr. Martin: Sage sympathizes him and often can relate to what he is saying. Mr. Ramirez: Mr. Salvatore: Mr. Smith: Mr. Sullivan: Ms. Rushinski Mrs. Lisburn: Osborne:

#Sage Drage #Sage Holland Drage #Bully OC #Bully Self-Insert #Self-Insert #The Dragon upgrades #Posted on 27.03.2019 #Reblogs are appreciated!!#Reblogs are more appreciated than likes!!!

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landoscodium · 5 years

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"hi, I'm not from the US" ask set

given how Americanized this site is, it’s important to celebrate all our countries and nationalities - with all their quirks and vices and ridiculousness, and all that might seem strange to outsiders.

[this post was originally by @slavicafire but I just copied and pasted it into my notes to make it easier to format]

for context, I'm from Scotland :))

1. favourite place in your country?

Lower Largo because its beautiful and I have so many memories of holidays there, or Edinburgh because I love how it goes from modern to ancient in the span of a few yards.

2. do you prefer spending your holidays in your country or travel abroad?

Scotland! I've never left the UK (and even then I've only left Scotland twice) so I definitely prefer spending my holidays here.

3. does your country have access to sea?

I live in the UK. yes. yes we do.

specifically I live on the east coast of Scotland and its pretty much beaches galore.

4. favourite dish specific for your country?

if you'd asked me this before January I'd have said mince and tatties, (haggis, minced meat and mashed potatoes) but I've been a veggie since January so my favourite native dish is probably either vegetarian haggis (which is pretty much oats and spices) or scotch broth (a soup that usually has lamb or beef in it but my family has always made it with only veg)

5. favourite song in your native language?

Maraiche by Nitework!! such a bop (I don't speak much Gaelic but scotland's only native languages are Scottish Gaelic and English so I figured I'd pick my favourite specifically Scottish song)

6. most hated song in your native language?

I think it would be a travesty to name a Scottish song and describe it as something I hate. but if we're talking about English being my native language, baby shark or anything by Justin beiber is immediately a BIG no in my book.

7. three words from your native language that you like the most?

anything in gaelic?? but if I had to narrow it down, it'd be "machair" (field), "jings" (not necessarily gaelic but it's a Scots word used to express surprise) or "seadh" (pronounced "sh-ugh" and means "yes").

8. do you get confused with other nationalities? if so, which ones and by whom?

Irish. unfortunately we don't get taught much about the complicated history Ireland has, so we don't learn about the troubles. I find myself struggling to remember that Northern Ireland is a part of the UK while the Republic isn't, etc.

9. which of your neighbouring countries would you like to visit most/know best?

Ireland for the reasons above :)

10. most enjoyable swear word in your native language?

bampot! it pretty much means "prick" and it's so fun to say. try it!

11. favourite native writer/poet?

I feel like people expect me to say rabbie (Robert) burns but honestly, iain crichton smith or norman maccaig are my favourite scottish poets. I don't really have a fav Scottish writer (but I do recommend Ian Rankin's "a question of blood"!)

12. what do you think about English translations of your favourite native prose/poem?

oh my GOD if I see another English translations of Scots poems (like Rabbie Burns poems) I will combust. they're written in Scots/Gaelic for a reason! please don't put them into English because they completely lose their meaning!!

13. does your country (or family) have any specific superstitions or traditions that might seem strange to outsiders?

hogmanay (new years eve celebrations) or the highland games are weird concepts to people who aren't Scottish. my cousins are English and celebrate hogmanay with us even if they don't understand it, and they love the Highland games, but in England they have nothing like that.

14. do you enjoy your country’s cinema and/or TV?

TV? not really. River city is probably the most famous example and I don't enjoy it. but still game and chewin' the fat are iconic and I fucking love them. film? sign me the fuck up, I love a good Scottish film. sunshine on leith? trainspotting? highlander? the angels share? brilliant! poetic cinema!

15. a saying, joke, or hermetic meme that only people from your country will get?

yer da, yer da, yer da sells Avon! yer maw, yer maw, yer maw punts coonsil!

16. which stereotype about your country you hate the most and which one you somewhat agree with?

I hate the stereotype that we're all ginger and love booze. that's not always the case. e.g. I've got light brown/dark blonde (???) hair and so does my sister (but my mum has ginger hair so that kind of defeats my argument)

I agree with the one that football fans are angry. have you ever seen a celtic and a rangers fan get along? nope.

17. are you interested in your country’s history?

yes!! unfortunately if its not a war you don't get taught about it in school so there's a lot of things I don't know. what I do know is that the town I used to live in was the old capital of my county (my county is Fife and the old capital was a place called Dalgynch at the time, but now Markinch. the capital of Fife now is dunfermline.)

18. do you speak with a dialect of your native language?

i speak in a fife/Scots dialect depending on who I'm with. if I'm with family it's very fifer/Scots with a wee bit of glaswegian/doric (aberdonian) slang chucked in there, but if I'm with my friends it's toned down scots because a lot of them come from what I call 'posh' backgrounds and don't really understand slang all that well.

19. do you like your country’s flag and/or emblem? what about the national anthem?

fuckin love it!!!!! the saltire fills me with so much pride and the lion rampant (the yellow and red one, not the white and green one) is beautiful. I love 'o flow'r of scotland' as well!!! a beautiful song that makes me very nostalgic for absolutely no reason.

20. which sport is The Sport in your country?

either rugby, football or golf. all fairly popular.

21. if you could send two things from your country into space, what would they be?

haggis and buckfast! gies me the boak (makes me feel sick). the world would be a better place without them tbh

22. what makes you proud about your country? what makes you ashamed?

the people make me proud and ashamed. proud because we're mostly lovely. ashamed because of the football fans who hurl sectarian abuse at each other at the old firm (rangers vs celtic) games. (sectarianism in scotland is Catholic v protestant pretty much but its not a big thing unless you're a football fan, unlike me)

23. which alcoholic beverage is the favoured one in your country?

loads of people love buckfast (it's like a tonic wine) but I cannot get behind it. desgustang. loads of people like proper Scottish whiskey as well, distilled in the Highlands. can't say I do as I've never tried it, but it smells nice and I can certainly see the appeal.

24. what other nation is joked about most often in your country?

England! Scotland and England have a very... complicated rivalry.

25. would you like to come from another place, be born in another country?

I'd have loved to have been born in the outer hebrides (said "heh-bri-dees") because the islands up north are fucking stunning. especially north uist.

26. does your nationality get portrayed in Hollywood/American media? what do you think about the portrayal?

we often get portrayed as angry alcoholics, which I hate. but some have gotten it right, which I love.

27. favourite national celebrity?

James mcavoy or Ian mcgregor. sound dudes!

28. does your country have a lot of lakes, mountains, rivers? do you have favourites?

yep! Loch lomond and Loch Shiel are definitely 2 of my favs

29. does your region/city have a beef with another place in your country?

England.

30. do you have people of different nationalities in your family?

yep! I have English cousins but the majority of my family are Scottish, born and bred.

#scotland

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