#me playing lorelei finale: （ ; ; ）

[worstloki]

Thor, rambling while Loki reads: --and yes, we are brothers, but I would kiss you if you asked!

Loki, suddenly much less interested in his book: What?

Thor: What?

Amora: *'sneakily' watching with her head peeking over the librarian's desk* HE SAID HE WOULD KISS YOU IF YOU ASKED.

#been finding the option of competitive fair play and sportsmanship supportiveness so much better as an option for everyone #like sure Amora is dying to bang Thor and Sif is trying to be a good friend while also vying/hoping for his interest #and sure Loki is somehow winning the contest with little idea he's taking part #but that doesn't mean they all have to fight!!!! #Amora being like 'well if i can't have him then im voting for Loki' while Sif and Loki joke about Thor's 'obvious' crush on one of them #Loki: *pointedly @ Sif* and to NO ONES surprise Thor has made off for the night with a stunning fair maiden with dark hair and blue eyes #Sif: it's OBVIOUS he's like this for *you* #Loki: nah ur just mad that im right about this. and the fact that he'd rather never confess than begrudge your warrior bond or whatever #Sif: he likes guys too -there's no way to explain that away with me! YOU'RE a shapeshifter making it doable to his...salacious imaginings : #Loki: what if he has a type. maybe he likes us both? that would explain the time he-- #Amora: if i wanted i could make clones too yknow -_- #Sif Loki Amora with sometimes Lorelei showing up and lowkey thinking it's a fun time to cheer the others on in gaining Thor's attentions #Fandral too one day he's red faced and all 'shame on my family line' but he's taken a seat at their table reluctantly and gone #''his arms. right?'' #and there are just nods of solidarity around the table #idk #something of a wholesome Thor fanclub which Loki is attending because Sif is CONVINCED his type isn't her but is Loki #and Amora who thinks it would be wicked hilarious for the bros to get it on #Fandral: wait I thought Loki was just sitting here to stop people bothering your table. and because he's a loner #Loki: Fandral FINALLY. Fandral look me in the eyes. tell them Thor isn't in love with me #Fandral: you?! I'm hoping he's into blond T-T #Amora: *fist over her heart* respect T-T

[fruit-sy]

Beautiful dreamer, swimming with the fishes

Beautiful dreamer, out on the sea, Mermaids are chanting the wild Lorelei; Over the stream let vapors are borne, Waiting to fade at the bright coming morn.

Another one! This one is more focused on playing with colours and exploring illustration ideas I had in my head hueheh. This one so happens to be inspired by "Beautiful Dreamer", which played in the church of Riko's school!

Particularly inspired by this version, the haunting melody as well as the ocean themes really struck me as I'm reminded of Riko's fascination with the aquarium. Originally, I wanted to make 3 illustrations from this idea, but I thought this one conveyed the story I was trying to tell the best out of all my sketches (and also I'm too lazy to do more than one for today lmao- so maybe another time)

Overall, I'm really proud with how this turned out. While not exactly, it did get the idea I had in my head across pretty well, and I loved how the colours turned out 👀 Also the water was certainly an endeavor,, but I finally wrangled it to be somewhat presentable asjkdhak

#jujutsu kaisen #riko amanai #gojo satoru #my art

[milksugarhunnie]

Hi, I'm milksugarhunnie, but you can call me Hunnie!

I've always lurked in the shadows of simblr for cc, ideas, challenges, etc. I finally got the courage to come out of my shell to interact with the community. Again, I'm kind of new to actually posting and being active so for those who aren't as new, can you please drop some tips on how to format these posts. Playing sims has always been a way I can relax and have fun when times have been rough. A full-time college student with a job can be quite stressful. So, why not share what I enjoy doing on my downtime. Also, I do a plethora of things on Sims. I love playing around with blender as well. I'm so all over the place but right now I'm currently doing the Barbie Legacy Challenge and a Vampire (Shadow MOON) Legacy Challenge. I'll share more on that when I'm getting a bit more active. We'll see! (hehehe) I hope you all enjoy what I have to share from my experiences on this bittersweet game. I'll continue to repost cc finds and begin to post my personal sims. Sending love to anyone who sees this. You'll get to know me as time goes on. MUAH! XOXOXO

This simblr is a W.I.P. (The sim in my cute little intro banner is Lorelei Guinn)

#sims 4 #new simblr #black simmer #sims render #cc finds #ts4cc #the black simblr #s4cc #sims4cc #the sims 4 #the black simmer #sims cc #sims 4 cas #sims 4 gameplay #sims 4 screenshots #simblr

[neotriobrainrot-reborn]

Hia~ this is Jane speaking.

I've decided the Phoenica time loop is a fun idea,so please share what you've thought of so far it's fun to see what other people thought of.

Of course if your okay with me writing it.

Yeah sure, go nuts! I might write about it when I can, but it’s also fun to see how others carry out the idea! Thankfully, apparently all I needed was to sleep on it to brainstorm more about the idea.

PRISON OF PLASTIC SPOILERS BELOW

The premise is that in the middle of chapter 7, Phoenica sneaks away to follow Molly as she confronts Lorelai. Before Lorelai can send Molly to the dumbwaiter, Phoenica intervenes and argues with Lorelai. That only fuels Lorelai’s already boiling anger, which leads to her firing a blast with all of her rage aimed at Phoenica. Molly tries to protect Phoenica by dumbing down the attack, but it pierces straight through her defenses, does some harm to Molly, and hits Phoenica square in the heart, killing her.

Moments later before Lorelai gets a chance to undo her mistake, Phoenica dies

…Kind of?

Upon Phoenica’s own death, the entire day resets to when she wakes up, only with one key difference:

A Rabbit summon is standing where her alarm clock should be.

The rabbit introduces itself to Phoenica as a being created from Lorelei’s magic and Phoenicia’s heart. While the rabbit itself doesn’t know much more than Phoenica does, it tells her that she’s looping the day. At first, Phoenica just thinks she unlocked her magical powers and tries to show her dad the summon, but it becomes apparent that only Phoenica can see them. The summon tells Phoenica to call it “Fluffy”.

She assumes (again) that the summon is just there to help her get accustomed to her powers. Eager to show others, she runs to the same alleyway she encountered the wolf. But because she comes by much sooner than the first time, Molly isn’t there to help her…

So Phoenica, for a second time, dies

She now gains some understanding that her power to rewind time activities when she dies. While dying was traumatic, she eagerly goes about her day for the third loop to meet up with Molly and Trixie full of joy about her new power…

not knowing that her newfound ability wasn’t a gift, but her new prison. A prison that would serve to break her.

*****

So that’s basically the premise. After playing “ISAT”, I became obsessed with yeeting Phoenica into a time-loop to watch the bapy go through existential horror. It died for a bit, but came back full force yesterday for me. Lorelai’s spell is causing the time-loop, but it wasn’t something she did on purpose. Her spell was filled by anger and her subconscious thoughts.

Some extra things I might include:

In one of the later loops after Trixie scares off the wolf, Phoenica doesn’t comfort them, zoning out completely until Molly pulls them both into a hug.

Molly in every loop notices that something is off with Feenie, but can’t precisely pinpoint it. She only subconsciously remembers the loops like Lorelai, but instead she will gain a massive sense of Deja-vu. Her subconscious memories will build off each other.

Lorelai doesn’t have any memories of the loops, but they do affect her subconsciously. Anytime she sees Phoenica, she gets a small feeling of guilt, but she doesn’t know why

During the fight where Graham’s tendril is meant to cut Molly’s check, Phoenica tries to get Molly out of the way, but accidentally ends up getting killed by the same tendril

Despite Naven not being aware of the loops, he always does something different in each one as soon as he sees Phoenica. She has no idea why this happens and it unnerves her

Every time Phoenica makes it to the final chapter, the world around her turns to ivory and before she can do anything, it loops back to the very beginning of the day

In one of the loops, Phoenica decides to begrudgingly accept Giovanni’s offer for villainy

Once the loop count starts getting to higher numbers, Phoenica distances herself from her friends. She already know so much about them that they don’t know, and she feels as though she’s manipulating them and treating them like NCPs.

In desperation, Phoenica tells Naven everything and begs for his help, anything to help her be free of this prison…only to hear the most terrifying words an adult can say: “I don’t know”

Fluffy convinces Phoenica to stay home in one loop to see what happens. The entire day goes on as it would in PoP, except faster. Upon learning this from a text from Trixie. Fluffy comes to the conclusion that Phoenica contributed nothing and even held the group back.

Sorry for giving you a full page of info lol. I might have more ideas, but I’m currently unsure of how I want to connect the existing ones or which ones I’ll get rid of. So for now, I’ll stop here, but I’ll probably post more about it

#epithet erased #phoenica fleecity #lorelai blyndeff #molly blyndeff #fungireborn.post #epithet spoilers #fungireborn.answers #trixie roughouse #trixie roughhouse #giovanni potage #naven nuknuk

[rudikawhy]

Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. Season Two

While watching season two, I took some notes of my thoughts. I only started on S02 E09 so before that there isn't too much.

Sorry, this is going to be mostly Fitzsimmons but you can't really blame me, because it's THEM

But first, two last things for season one "I couldn't live if you didn’t" "Well, I feel the same way. There has to be another way." "You're taking it" "Why would you make me do this? You're my best friend in the world!" "Yeah, you're more than that, Jemma" seems to now live in my head

Also the desperation and intensity in Jemma's voice, while Fitz's is so calm and kinda trembling, but both are absolutely heartbreaking in their own ways

But now to season two:

Fitz having trouble with words is both absolutely adorable and heartbreaking

Bobbi reminded me at first of the person (?) from Asgard who helped them get Lorelei

I am curious why Hunter says that his ex-wife was so horrible because so far, I love Bobbi

I just can't shut up about Fitz. But no-one I know in real life would know what the hell I'm talking about, so I just think about him and write about him

(S02 E03) When Jemma wakes up by the sound of her alarm and the song started playing, I thought "Hold on, I know that song", and yes, I love "God help the Girl"

Also it's kinda ironic because it says "God help the Girl, she needs all the help she can get" just as she steps into the lift which brings her to her work at Hydra

(S02 E04) Hunter: "Guys, drop everything!" Fitz: "No, this is worth a fortune. I'm not gonna drop it."

(S02 E07) "Would anyone like to leave before we get started" I would have raised my hand too

(S02 E09) Mack: "A Storm's coming" - Fitz: "No, weather's fine, actually. There's not a cloud in the sky. I checked."

[Jemma knocks on table] "That's not wood, is it?"

Why is literally any conversation Fitzsimmons have killing me? The "I can work for you, I just can't work with you"? I beg your pardon? How am I supposed to accept that?

"Come home, Jemma" (S02 E11) HQ's their home :D

Fitz's hands trembling :(

(S02 E12) This moment when you recognize the face of the woman that came from the ocean but can't recall WHO it is (Lady Sif)

Fitz seems so left out when Jemma tells him about them changing the ICER

Why is Jemma saying "Sir, the boys were right" so funny to me?

Nooo, Coulson said "Fitz and Simmons", they're no longer one and the same

I mean I agree that it wasn't right that Fitz lied to the rest of the team about Skye but please, can Fitzsimmons just be at least friends and work together

(S02 E14) Jemma: "Oh, Fitz!"; Fitz: "Well, don't 'Oh, Fitz' me!" - I kinda waited for him to say that

I am so confused by this whole "real S.H.I.E.L.D."

"No, it's not that. You're afraid 'cause of what happened to me and Skye, how we both changed. But you know what the scariest change is, Jemma? It's you." You know what? At this point maybe I don't want them to talk at all anymore, if every time they do, I just sit there and think "Why are you doing this to each other?"😭

(S02 E15) "I told you, Leo,[...]" Okay, Jemma, this doesn't feel right, calling him by his first name, I regret asking in the first place

I am REALLY confused by the real S.H.I.E.L.D.

I'm glad that even Fitz puts the USB in the wrong way at first

Did Fitzsimmons finally make up when sitting on the ground by the table when "real S.H.I.E.L.D" attacked?

(S02 E16) Don't do this to me, Jemma, don't say you want Fitz off the plane!

Don't leave Jemma alone, Fitz!

Okay, I've changed my mind. Apparently there was a plan behind Fitz leaving that I didn't catch. ("Nice work, Jemma")

Also: Proscuitto + Mozzarella, Be Safe! Love, Jemma 🥲 - The world's most dangerous sandwich is back

I know it's actually a bit late but I have honestly no idea what S.O. means (I suppose it doesn't mean Significant Other) (Rewatching parts of season one reminded me - Supervising Officer)

I really want to like Bobbi (and I still do) but I am afraid I won't much longer

(S02 E17) I kinda like Lincoln

Skye telling the story about not being anywhere longer than two years despite being 25 (or actually 26) actually brought me to tears

Okay, THAT I didn't expect. That this was Skye's mother

"The Girl. I couldn't save her" I didn't know May could make me cry

I thought that when Fitz was in that public bathroom with Coulson's cube (I forgot the name) that Ward was outside knocking and I already saw Fitz getting captured

(S02 E18) That was quite a run, Fitz, I would have been fallen down at least five times (not to mention my lack of stamina), three times alone on the stairs (I know that others have run more and under different circumstances but still)

I feel for Fitz, rocking his leg, I totally understand

Don't you dare, Ward, talking to Fitz!!

Grateful for Coulson's and Hunter's quick reaction

(S02 E19) Was it worth it, Ward? Betraying S.H.I.E.L.D. for leaving Hydra again like half a season later?

I'm glad Fitzsimmons finally talk to each other again like normal people

"Mistakes were made..." - "By you" "...and people got hurt..." - "By you"

No, I'm not okay. "Be careful, Jemma"😭

"So, how does this work? You just click your heals together and whisper, "There's no place like home"?" Is this a S.H.I.E.L.D. director thing? Quoting The Wizard of Oz?

One moment I really like Skye's mother and ten seconds later I can't stand her

(S02 E21) this whole show is confusing me. Who's on whose side?

Now Gordon too!?

Leave Bobbi alone!!!!

I'm not sure if I like Lincoln anymore

(S02 E22) Nooo, Bobbi!

That's what you've got, Ward! Now your girlfriend's dead

"There's nothing to discuss, Jemma" - "Maybe there is"😢😢 I can't with them

"Science, biatch" I actually squeak-laughed

"We're not bad, we're misled" Aaaaand I like Lincoln again

I need someone asking me out the way Fitz did, asap

I mean I knew what was about to happen to Jemma (I saw a GIF somewhere) but fuck, with sound and context it hurts SO MUCH MORE

Okay, that was it with season two. I know I need to step down a little bit with how many episodes I watch daily (because season two has only been six days), but no matter how much I know that, I just can't stop. But enough with this talk.

It was fun doing this, I think I'll do it again with season three.

#agents of shield #agents of s.h.i.e.l.d. #season two #phil coulson #melinda may #skye #daisy johnson #grant ward #leo fitz #jemma simmons #fitzsimmons #lance hunter #bobbi morse #i just realized that I didn't write anything about Trip's death #don't know why not

[kendsleyauthor]

Starstruck

~8700 words

Warning: Dehumanization, fearplay

Summary: When Lorelei stows away in Andres’ bag with a drunken wish of seeing Micah Tate, her dream of meeting her favorite rockstar quickly morphs into a nightmare. She finds herself at the mercy of a hotel bar, and then in the hands of Micah himself. But is he really the monster that he appears to be?

A Christmas gift for the beautiful lovely amazing @marydublinauthor​ 🌸 We had an idea about Lorelei being a fan of Micah, and what it would be like if she had the chance to meet him. Here is the result of those thoughts 😘

Read more Print/Trinket Universe stories here.

 “You know, you kinda look like a disappointed dad right now. Would you be mad if I say that’s kinda hot?” Lorelei peeked up and tried a sheepish smile, but Andres was far from smiling back.

He sat at the table with his arms crossed over his chest, glaring down at her. She would have been scared out of her mind if he ever gave her that look before she really knew him. Even now, knowing that he’d never lift a finger to hurt her, he looked downright terrifying.

She flinched when his irked voice finally rumbled out. “What were you thinking?”

“I… I had a few too many drinks, okay? And your bag was open. So I didn’t really think. I just did it.” Lorelei pouted and played with the hem of her silky nightgown, hoping to score some cute points—not that it ever worked with Andres. “You know, how in a game when there’s a perfect move right in front of you, and you just have to take it?” She reached out as if trying to grab something invisible, just out of reach. “Like it’ll disappear if you wait a moment too long? That’s what it felt like.”

“This is nothing like that, Lore,” he growled. “How do you expect me to keep you safe when you do something like this? You could have been crushed or seen, and for what?”

“To be fair, you didn’t have to tell me that Micah Tate was staying at the same hotel as your winter tournament. This is his first time playing in Argentina—and who knows when he’d come again?”

He dragged a hand down his face. “Did you think you were going to meet him?”

Her face flushed. She felt stupid enough as it was without that derisive tone in his voice. “I was drunk, Andres. I told you—I didn’t think anything.”

“Why do you like him at all? You know what he does to trinkets.” He grabbed his phone and typed furiously.

Lorelei pursed her lips and turned away, knowing what he was searching for. They’d had this argument more than once. But it had always been hypothetical. Now, it was painfully, horribly real.

Sure enough, he pulled up several articles showing how Micah treated the trinkets that were served with his drinks. Even if it made her sick to her stomach, she took a glance. There was an image of him dangling a trinket helplessly over his mouth, and another of him raising a glass with a trinket clinging to the rim. He wore a devilish smile on his face that made Lorelei’s throat tighten.

“You don’t get it,” she said meekly.

Andres practically slammed the phone face down, making the table rattle. “What, because you like his music, you’re fine with him doing this? I thought you were smarter than that, Lorelei.”

“Of course I’m not fine with it! Just… Listen. Micah stayed at my hotel a few times.” It was strange to say it that way—as if she owned the hotel instead of being enslaved to it. “There was a rumor going around with the other trinkets that he actually fakes it.”

Andres sighed, unimpressed. “Fakes it?”

“Yeah. That he’s actually with the Rebellion. Trinkets have a habit of disappearing around him.”

“Do I need to explain to you why trinkets actually disappear around him?” Andres looked at her almost pleadingly, like he was begging to not be the one to tell her Santa Claus wasn’t real.

She crossed her arms. “It was a nice thought, anyway,” she mumbled.

“He is a celebrity, Lore. A spoiled brat who only has to pay a fee when he has no trinket to return.” His expression softened somewhat. His hand slid across the table slowly, a fingertip brushing the back of her hand. “I understand—wishful thinking. You and the other trinkets… You wanted to believe that.”

“Hey.” She touched his finger and squeezed. “All my wishful thinking worked out when it came to you, right?”

He drew a deep breath and pulled away. “That was different.” Before she could argue that it wasn’t, he gave her a more serious look. “We need to go home. Now. You are lucky this tournament was local—no planes.”

“Give me some credit. I wouldn’t sneak in your bag if there was security to deal with.”

“You said yourself that you were not thinking,” he said, a colder edge to his voice. “You put yourself in danger. Do you understand that? Both of us, in danger.”

“I’m… I’m sorry.”

There was absolutely no way she could make it up to him. Had she done this months ago, she would have been genuinely wondering if he might simply leave her behind at the hotel for making such a crazy move. But he wasn’t like that. He was grumpy and intimidating, but he wouldn’t leave her—not again.

A sharp knock came at the door. Andres scooped her up without warning, cupping her close to his chest. She squirmed in alarm, only for him to hold her tighter and shush her. When it became apparent that the visitor wasn’t going to barge in, he relaxed somewhat.

“¿Señor Soto?”

“¿Que necesitas?” Andres said—Lore flinched against his chest at the sound of his voice.

“Lo siento. Su oponente está esperando.”

Andres cursed on his breath. “Dame un momento, por favor.”

The footsteps trailed off, and Andres set Lorelei back on the table. She bit her lip hard, realizing there was at least one thing she could do to make it right. Andres couldn’t miss this tournament.

“He said your opponent is ready, right?” Lorelei rested a hand on his knuckle. “Go. You have to play in the tournament. You can’t miss it because of me.” She could see he was about to argue, so she pressed on, “How would it look if you checked into the hotel and then left right before your first match? If you do that, you’ll draw attention. You have to go, Andres.”

He clenched his jaw. He knew she was right.

Still, he hesitated.

“Hey.” Lorelei forced a smile and let go of his hand. “I’ll be right here, waiting for you. Just like old times, right?”

She stayed at the table, picking at the breakfast that had been brought up for Andres. With her lack of appetite, it looked like medialuna had no more than a few crumbs scraped from it. Lorelei paced instead, feeling worse by the minute. If Andres couldn’t concentrate, it would be her fault. He always won this tournament. Anything less than first place would make people think he was losing his touch.

As a human, she had never attended this particular tournament, though it had always been on her list. If she wasn’t so agitated, she would have been fascinated by the loveliness of the hotel. Its architecture was historical, but it had all the modern upgrades that elite guests would demand—not that she could reach any of them. On the surface, it was a far cry from the overly-sleek facades of the hotel she was once imprisoned within.

Huffing, she came to a stop at the edge of the table and sat with her legs hanging over the side. She gazed out at the landscaping below. The room was high enough that she didn’t have to worry about anyone spotting her. The lawn below was decorated festively. A massive, fake pine tree had been extravagantly adorned with ornaments and tinsel. She was still getting used to the idea that winter was the hottest time of the year in Argentina. With Christmas only a few days away, it felt more like the Fourth of July should be rolling around.

Her mind wandered to Micah Tate. After tonight’s show, he’d be back home, celebrating his own green Christmas in California, probably. He was finishing out a quick winter tour in South America. She wondered what he was doing right now. For all she knew, he was wandering around the bars, getting drunk off fancy cocktails and trinkets at ten in the morning. Lorelei shivered.

In the time Andres had been gone, footsteps had trailed up and down the hallway, but she’d paid them no mind. So when someone approached the door, she didn’t think anything of it until she heard the swipe of a keycard. Even then, she didn’t move from her spot on the table. She figured Andres was coming back after his first match, and her only worry was that he might have thrown the game just so they could leave early. She would know right away if he was lying or not when she asked.

But the door didn’t shut. And he didn’t call to her. When she turned around, it wasn’t Andres in the doorway.

Her heart stuck in her throat.

There was a woman in a light blue maid’s uniform, using her cart to prop the door open. Lorelei thought there must be a mistake in the scheduling—until she spotted a door handle sign sitting on the table with her. No molestar. Andres had forgotten to put it outside before he left.

And considering Andres had just checked in, no one would be coming in at all if he hadn’t ordered food to tide her over while he was away at his matches.

There was no time to hide. The maid’s eyes landed on her as she scrambled to stand. Lorelei held her breath and trembled. It had been months since anyone other than Andres had looked at her. And to have someone look at her like an object—a piece of furniture, a trinket—made her knees buckle.

Andres excelled at making her feel tiny yet unafraid. One look from this unknown woman made her remember what it was like to always feel terrified every waking moment.

For a second, Lorelei worried that she would be noticed as an intruder immediately, but the anonymity of being a trinket saved her. Perhaps like every other establishment that offered trinkets, there was a constant turnover. Who would bother memorizing the faces of people who are going to be crushed, drowned, or swallowed from one night to the next?

The maid largely ignored her, clearing up the breakfast tray and relocating it to her cart. Lorelei had no choice but to stand meekly and act as though she belonged there. She thought she might be in the clear, but the maid returned to the table, and Lorelei was horrified to find a hand reaching for her next.

“N-no!” Lorelei stepped back and raised her arms in defense. Her heels were dangerously close to the edge—there was nowhere to go. “H-he wants me here! He wants me to stay!”

The woman frowned at her with her hand suspended halfway. Lorelei realized she probably couldn’t understand her.

“U-uh… el me quiere… a-aqui,” Lorelei said through heavy, frightened breaths. Her accent was terrible—so terrible that she wondered if the maid understood her at all.

It didn’t matter. The maid scoffed and reached for her all the way.

“N-no!” Before Andres had saved her, Lorelei had gotten quite good at remaining calm and keeping the tears in. She couldn’t help but sob now. “Por favor, please listen to me—no!”

Even if she could string together something more comprehensible to explain that Andres wanted her to stay in the room, she doubted she would be listened to. This wasn’t the Onyx Citadel, her previous hotel where they had known Andres’ preference for her. Here, she was just another trinket. If he wanted her, he’d have to ask for her. Until then, she was at the mercy of the hotel bar and restaurant.

Lorelei was snatched into a hand that was none too gentle—especially when she started to struggle. Her breath left her body as she was clutched tighter, and she swore she blacked out for a second. The next thing she knew, she was being dropped into a glass case that held five other trinkets. She leaned against the wall and pulled herself up, looking around frantically. They were on the second tier of the maid’s cart—just part of last night’s dinner and this morning’s breakfast being collected and cleared away.

The cart rolled into motion. Lorelei staggered to her knees and crawled into an empty corner. She hugged herself, gagging on the scent of alcohol that hung heavy in the air. The other trinkets didn’t look at her. One of them was passed out, shivering. Lorelei covered her face and tried to catch her breath.

Don’t panic.

Everything would be fine. Andres was smart. He’d see the clear table and know what happened. He’d get her back. She would be easy to identify. Her trinket hair had been vibrant orange, but he’d helped her dye it into the darker red shade of her natural color as a human. Then, once Andres had her, no one would notice if she vanished with him, considering she didn’t belong to this hotel.

It would be fine. It would be fine.

She didn’t have to endure the cart for very long. Before she knew it, the glass case was taken downstairs and emptied into a shelf beneath the bar. The trinket area was marginally nicer than the one she was used to but no less depressing. She hurriedly found a change of clothes from a box in the corner, not wanting to draw attention to the nightgown Andres had commissioned for her. She settled for a glittery miniskirt and a crop top that didn’t reach halfway down her ribs.

Once again, she put herself in a corner and tried not to talk to the others. She’d stick out even worse if she was the only one who couldn’t fluently speak Spanish.

That was alright. It wasn’t unusual for trinkets to be silent, scared, and distant.

Nonetheless, someone approached her. She tried to ignore him, but the trinket startled her by throwing a blanket around her shivering shoulders. He knelt in front of her, and she peeked up. He had light blue hair and a kind, sad face. He sought her hand and squeezed it.

“Disculpe. ¿Eres nueva?”

Are you new?

She nodded mutely.

He gave her a grim smile. “Lo siento. Haz lo que dicen y estar segura. Buena suerte para todo.”

Lorelei blinked back tears. I’m sorry. Do what they say and be safe. Good luck.

“Gracias,” she murmured, squeezing his hand back. “Me llamo Lorelei.”

“Mateo.”

They sat in silence for what felt like hours before they were disturbed. Several trinkets were taken out and put on display at the bar. Lorelei did her best to avoid it—the less she was out, the better. If Andres requested her, she needed to be easily found. But there was little she could do when the hand overhead reached for her.

At the Onyx Citadel, they had been strict about where their trinkets went. Here, they were expected to roam freely at the bar, as long as they stayed within range and were entertaining their lunchtime guests. The others apparently knew what to do—she had missed orientation and could barely bring her legs to move. If someone liked her too much, they could easily take her back to their room.

Mateo urged her along gently, pointing out a young man who was drinking by himself at the end of the bar. Lorelei decided he looked safe enough, and she gave Mateo a silent nod of thanks.

On her way over, she stopped in her tracks.

Andres.

He was across the lobby, wearing a distant expression on his face. He hadn’t noticed she was gone yet—he had to be on his way to the next match.

Lorelei lost herself entirely. She started to run—straight past the person she had intended on entertaining, and just kept going. If Andres spotted her, everything would be alright. He was another guest, another customer. They would oblige him if he wanted to take her with him.

But before she could make it to the edge, a bartender’s hand slammed down and stopped her. She fell back and swept into a tight fist. She whimpered and struggled violently. She would have screamed if she could, but things were too tight to even take a full breath. In her despair, she could hear his voice ringing in her ears. You put yourself in danger. Both of us, in danger.

The world rattled as she was carried back. She was still encased in darkness, but she heard the phone at the bar ring. While still clutching her, the bartender answered. His muffled words were hard to discern, but she was certain she heard Señor Tate pop up several times in his professional tone.

The moment he hung up, his hand unfurled slightly. He studied Lorelei distastefully as she coughed and struggled to catch her breath. Her stomach did backflips as he grabbed a tray and set her on it. She didn’t dare move as he prepared a drink.

She trembled, looking around desperately to spot Andres again. But he was gone. She did, however, see Mateo staring at her from several guests away at the bar. They locked eyes, and he gave her a bleakly encouraging look before a massive hand swept him up. Lorelei looked away and shuddered.

The drink was set down next to her. A classic old-fashioned with a cherry. She wanted to throw up.

The bartender called over one of the servers, sweeping up the tray with Lorelei on it.

“Señor Tate,” the bartender said. Then in a lower, confiding voice, he added, “Corredora.”

Lorelei’s breath caught. Runner.

Micah Tate’s reputation preceded him. What better way to get rid of a troublemaking runner than to make sure she never returned? She could do nothing but sit there and brace herself against the whiskey glass as she was carried off. The single ice block within clinked the seconds to her doom on the way to a private seating area off the side of the hotel bar.

The overhead lights were off. Garlands, adorned with string lights and glowing ornaments wound through the room. It was a small area with booth seats lining three of the walls, tables placed in between. There were half a dozen people lounging around, drinking and speaking a mixture of English and Spanish, though Lorelei couldn’t catch a single word with the ringing in her ears. Smoke hung heavily in the air and made her nauseous.

She heard his laugh before she even spotted him—she’d heard that laugh dozens of times in interviews, but it never sounded so sinister. He lounged at the back of the room like a menacing shadow.

As the server approached, Micah Tate’s eyes zeroed in on Lorelei. She scrambled back in horror until she could go no further. The server took immediate notice and put a stop to her cowardice. In a single, smooth motion, she was lifted from the edge of the tray and dropped directly into the freezing drink. Lorelei coughed and sputtered, trying in vain to avoid contact with the ice.

The tray lowered, and a hand surrounded the glass—Micah’s. She was entirely at the gargantuan rockstar’s mercy. He lifted her to his eye level. Below, a smile curved on his lips. She leaned with her back against the glass, hyperventilating. The glass dropped, then tipped toward his mouth. She cried out and slipped against the ice painfully, though he thankfully didn’t take more than a sip.

One of the women beside him leaned over and gazed down at Lorelei as she recovered. “A redhead,” the woman crooned, reaching for her. “Me encanta—”

“No,” Micah said, yanking the glass away. For a second, his gaze sparked dangerously. Then it flooded with mischief. “Mine.”

A shadow filled Lorelei’s world overhead—Micah’s other hand. He reached in to grab her, and Lorelei let out a shriek at a volume she didn’t think she was capable of producing. Even Micah flinched and paused, gaping at her.

“D-don’t!” she screamed. “Don’t touch me!”

The nearby conversations petered out. There was soft Christmas music playing in the background. They were all staring, but Micah wasn’t looking at them. A terrible smirk grew on his face as he studied her.

“Don’t touch you?” His voice was an eerily playful purr. “How can I not touch what was made to be touched? Look at you.”

His fingers inched closer, and she screamed again. His hand came so close, she could feel his warmth, and a desperate part of her wanted to lean in to get relief from the ice. Micah took notice of her trembling and rerouted his fingers to grab the cherry instead.

“Since I can’t touch you… Guess I’ll just leave you there to freeze huh?”

Survival dug its claws into her. She couldn’t climb out on her own. If he decided to be such a sadist, he could sit back and watch the life leave her, one ice-bitten breath at a time. “N-no!”

Some frantic, animalistic instinct sent her scrambling for the very fingers that terrified her. They were already retreating, the cherry stem plucked between them. She latched onto the fruit itself, and by the time she could make sense of anything, she was dangling high above the glass, right before Micah’s amused stare.

There was no time for her to think of her next move—the stem couldn’t hold her weight with the cherry, and it was slowly snapping off. She tried to leap up and grab the stem, but the sudden movement only made the inevitable come quicker. The fruit broke away from the stem, and she was sent plummeting.

All the breath left her lungs in a single cry as she landed on her back—right in the middle of his palm. The cherry lay halfway across her middle. She started to push it off, but Micah had different plans. This time, it wasn’t his other hand that darkened her view overhead. It was his mouth.

He leaned in. His lips brushed her skin, tongue skating across her abdomen as he plucked the cherry off of her. She could only lay there in silent horror while the humans around Micah made noises of razzing approval. She gaped at the overwhelming view of him chewing and swallowing the cherry.

As she started to sit up, Lorelei realized some of the cherry juices were still on her—and Micah took notice as well. He closed in again, but she didn’t freeze up this time. Knowing that she wouldn’t be able to stop him from closing the space, she pushed herself into his depraved kiss instead. The moment he was close enough, she bit hard on his lower lip, clenching tight enough to draw blood.

A deafening shout rang out from him.

Silence, other than the music. A line of blood trickled from his lip while Lorelei breathed heavily at the sight of what she’d done.

The others stared—some of them at her with disgust, and some at him with interest at what he would do to retaliate.

When she looked directly at him again, she was sure he was going to lose his shit and crush her in his fist. Instead, his fingers closed slowly around her until she was locked in place—but he didn’t squeeze. Her head spun as he moved. She could picture him vividly rising to his feet, walking with his hands relaxed at his side, one fist clenched to keep her trapped. There were murmurs, but no one questioned him or begged him to stay.

Her heart pounded wildly. The lighting changed. There were at the bar, then the lobby, then an elevator. His pounding footsteps had to be carrying her to his private room.

Tears leaked out of her eyes, and before she could stop herself, she was sobbing.

That was the thing about Micah Tate. He was a showman. An attention seeker. A depraved rockstar who had an audience when he toyed with trinkets. But no one ever saw how he killed them.

A door opened and shut. Micah came to a stop, but he didn’t move for what felt like a full minute. His hand lifted, then lowered and opened, releasing her onto a soft surface. She squinted in the light. A pillow. He’d placed her on a pillow and was looming over her.

She could picture what would happen—he would unbuckle his belt and get a sick look of satisfaction on his face as she screamed and begged for him to stop. Maybe he’d order another drink, maybe he wouldn’t. Maybe he’d break all her bones or squeeze until the life left her eyes. All she knew was that she was going to die in this room at the whim of her favorite rockstar.

The blood had stopped dribbling, but it created a vivid line from his lip to his chin. Although he was looking at her, his gaze was a million miles away. He was probably thinking of the most painful method to do away with her after humiliating him in front of his groupies.

Something snapped inside her. She sat up and threw her arms out on either side of herself, frightened tears flowing down her face. “Make up your mind and get me, motherfucker!”

He took a step back, looking just as shocked as when she’d bitten him.

“I’m sorry,” Micah Tate croaked in a voice that was nothing like the one from the private bar room. “I’m so fucking sorry. Are you okay?”

She stared up at him in disbelief. “No!” Her voice cracked painfully. “I’m not okay! Would you be okay?”

Micah pushed a hand back through his hair and looked around helplessly, muttering under his breath. “Fuck-fuck-fuck—okay, um…” He finally seemed to settle on a decision and disappeared through a nearby door. Lorelei flinched as he came back into the room, holding a white washcloth.

“What—what’s that for?” she demanded, skittering away from his approach. “Stay away from me! Are you g-going to smother me? Because after all that, it’d be a really chickenshit way to kill me, don’t you think?”

“No—I mean, yeah, that would be chickenshit, but I’m not gonna—” He huffed. “You look cold.”

He sounded so sad, like his heart was shattering at the sight of her. His fingers dug nervously into the cloth as he regarded her. Then he sprang forward, dropped the cloth beside her, and backed up again before she could scream—as though his proximity to her should be ripped off quickly like a band-aid. It didn’t stop her from covering her face with fright. When nothing happened, she peeked through her fingers.

Micah had backed himself to the nearest wall. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I’m… I’m not going to hurt you. I’ll give you space. You’re safe—from me, from everybody.”

As he began to retreat, Lorelei snapped, “Wait!” He froze and locked his overwhelming stare on her. She swallowed hard and wiped her cheeks. “What the hell is happening? What are you going t-to do to me?”

“Nothing!” His volume gave her a start, so he repeated himself softer. “Nothing. I know you can’t believe me after what I put you through, but I swear, I won’t hurt you. If… if I don’t keep up appearances, I…” He looked at the floor and clenched his jaw. “I’m so sorry.”

His tone was unbelievably gentle, and that made her cry harder. She’d dealt with plenty of guests who played games before. Soft voices and tender words were meant to lull her into a foolish sense of hope before they cruelly reminded her that she was nothing more than a plaything.

“Please,” Micah started again—and she thought he was going to beg her to believe him. “Please, can you wrap yourself up? You just—you look really cold.”

Her teeth chattered, and she obeyed out of necessity. Never taking her eyes off him, she scooted over to the washcloth and crawled into it. She sank into the plush fabric and tugged the folds up around her. The moment she glanced down to fully situate herself, Micah began to exit again.

“Would you hang on?” Lorelei said. “Why d-do you keep trying to leave?”

“I… I can’t look at you.”

“Why?”

“Because—” He gathered himself and sighed, looking ashamed. “Because you look so scared, and the more I look, the more I want to hold you and hug you and make you feel safe, but I can’t do that because I’m a fucking monster.”

She stared. “... What?”

After that bit of supposed honesty, it was like the floodgates had opened. He leaned back against the wall and sank to a seat on the floor. “I know I have to make it look real, but what does it say about me when people really believe it? I mean—the way they were all looking at me after you bit me, it’s like they were excited to see what I would do to you. And even before that, the thing with the cherry? Who the fuck thinks of that? What the fuck is wrong with me?”

Lorelei gave him nothing when he chanced another look in her direction at the end of his ramble. Years of chess games made it easy to school her expression as she got a hold of herself. Buried beneath her unreadable mask, she was utterly bewildered by his vulnerability. If his emotion was real, her heart threatened to melt at how pitifully dramatic he was being. If it was fake, he was the world’s biggest psychopath.

“All of that back at the bar,” she said. “It’s an act?”

“Yeah, it’s… Yeah.”

Relief was on the brink of tipping through her, but she held it back desperately. If she allowed herself to believe him, she wouldn’t be able to stop herself from begging him to take her to Andres. But this could still be a sick game, and if she revealed the truth, she’d put Andres in danger.

“How do I know you’re not lying?” Lorelei said.

“It’s usually easier to prove when she’s here, but… She couldn’t come. She was supposed to, but some stupid last-minute travel restrictions popped up before the holiday season, and she wasn’t allowed.”

“She?”

“My wife.”

All at once, Lorelei couldn’t contain herself. Her jaw dropped. “Hang on—when did you get married? How do I not know that? Did I know that?” She racked her brain, but she couldn’t even think of a time when he’d had an official girlfriend, let alone been engaged to anyone.

Micah smiled a little. “We’ve kept it a secret to protect her.”

“Oh…” She sighed. “That’s so romantic.” When she noticed the tightness in her chest was beginning to loosen without her permission, she snapped out of it. “Well… what does your wife have to do with proving anything?”

Reaching into his pocket, he dug out his phone. After flicking through the screen a few times, he pushed himself to stand. For a moment, he idled by the wall and looked at Lorelei with whipped puppy dog eyes. “Can I come closer so I can show you my phone? I won’t touch you, I promise.”

It didn’t seem like they would get anywhere if she said no. She nodded jerkily, bracing herself.

His shadow fell over her once more, even though he tried to keep his distance as he sat on the edge of the bed. She focused on the screen instead of the fingers clutching his phone—the fingers that had held her captive just a few minutes prior.

She narrowed her eyes at the phone. Micah was showing her one of his selfies. He was beaming that trademark smile of his, but he wasn’t alone. A print woman was sitting cross-legged on his shoulder, smirking and looking like she was in the middle of rolling her eyes. One of her hands was braced on Micah’s neck, and though she looked annoyed, her posture was utterly relaxed. Comfortable. Safe.

“Who’s that?” Lorelei asked blankly.

“Everly. My wife. Don’t ask me how I landed the most beautiful woman on the planet—I’m still trying to figure it out.”

Lorelei’s wide-eyed gaze drifted up to Micah’s face. “That—she—what—” She all but abandoned the washcloth, crawling forward on the pillow. “You’re married to a print?”

He shut off the phone and pulled it away. She didn’t realize how much of a barrier it was between them until it was gone. She went rigid, but she didn’t flee. Not that there was anywhere to go.

“Safe to say you don’t believe me?” he said.

“Fuck no, I don’t believe you!” She laughed, but deep down, it was such an absurd claim that part of her wanted to believe it immediately. “Video-call her or something. I want to hear it from her!”

He pointed at her. “You’ll say I’m forcing her to go along with it.”

“I’m really good at reading people.”

“Oh? Why can’t you read me, then?” The challenge was accompanied by a soft smirk that didn’t have a hint of malice in it.

Lorelei shook her head. “You’re… a lot. I can’t.”

“Fair.” His face became a touch more serious, and he looked at her apologetically. “I can’t call her. It’d be too dangerous to talk about this over the phone—never know who could be watching or listening in on these things. I’m sorry. I won’t put her in danger like that.”

“How will you prove it, then?”

“Hey. If it’s between keeping her safe or making you believe I’m on your side, I pick her. I’m always going to pick her. I love her more than anything.” It should have been horrific to see his face darken like that, but somehow, it made her more inclined to believe him.

Lorelei hesitated. “What do you love about her?”

He sighed, his eyes softening to a degree she didn’t know was possible. “What don’t I love about Ev? She’s smart as fuck, for one thing. She’s a problem-solver. Anything that gets put in front of her, anything with wires or circuits, she can figure it out faster than anyone I know. She’s got this crazy good memory—she remembers lyrics to my songs even better than I can.”

He was crawling onto the bed like he didn’t even realize what he was doing. Lorelei didn’t make a peep or move a muscle. He wasn’t prowling closer to her, just reclining across the middle of the sheets like he was a teenager in love.

“The world’s been so shitty to her, but she still finds things to make her smile. She knew me before all this rockstar stuff, and I had the biggest crush on her. When my music blew up, I wanted to give her everything. But that’s not Ev—she refused to just take it. She started engineering the lights and pyro for live shows, and the stuff she thinks up is unreal.”

Throughout his speech, Lorelei climbed down from the pillow and inched toward him. His hand was resting near his head, relaxed.

“And she pretends like she doesn’t give a shit, but she does. She’s so brave when it comes down to doing what’s right, it’s like nothing shakes her. She cares so deeply and beautifully about the people she loves, and if she sees a way to help someone, she will do it in a heartbeat, no question about it. And, oh my God, the way her eyes light up when she’s figured something out or thought of something—and don’t even get me started on her laugh—it’s fucking angelic.”

“Micah?” Lorelei rested her hand on the pad of his little finger. It twitched slightly in response to her touch.

He turned his head. When he saw how close she was, he looked like he wanted to move away again. But he froze. There was nothing monstrous or conniving in his eyes. He was overwhelming, yes, but as Lorelei began to weep again, it was from crushing relief.

“I believe you,” she said with a teary smile.

“You do?” His hand shifted suddenly, finger cupping behind her. He hesitated when he saw her stiffen with alarm.

“I… I do,” she said, bravely leaning back into his grasp.

His touch was so warm, there was no going back the moment he scooped her up. He sat up on the bed, tipping her gently into the stretch of his palm. His gaze was intense, and though she should have felt exposed in her meager garments, she could tell he wasn’t looking at her in that way. He was searching for any sign that she would revoke the permission to hold her. When he found none, he relaxed.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

“Lorelei Weaver. Call me Lore.”

“Lore?” Micah’s voice jumped in disbelief. “Your name’s Lore? That’s so cool.”

She sniffled and laughed, her cheeks flushing. Micah Tate thought her name was cool. She might have fainted if not for the residual adrenaline still pumping through her veins. Even so, she felt lightheaded as she gazed up at his face without fear. It all began to sink in—this time in a dreamlike way instead of a nightmare. She was alone in a hotel room with her favorite rockstar, and all of his attention was zeroed in on her.

“Micah Tate?” she uttered.

He gave her a knowing smile that suggested he knew what she was feeling. “Lorelei Weaver?”

She bit back a squeal at the way he said her name. “I want you to know… I love your music.”

His smile widened. “Yeah?”

“I went to a few of your shows. You were… spectacular every time. You’re the best. And the lights and the pyro? You’re right. Everly’s unreal.”

His face became an odd mix of sorrowful and pleased. Sorrowful for the mention of the human life she’d lost. Pleased for the compliments that fanned his ego—and there certainly was an ego she could sense under all the kindness. At least it didn’t make him an asshole.

“Lore.” His other hand came close and cupped behind her. His thumb brushed away the last of her tear trails with a touch that suggested he’d done this before. “I’m gonna make sure you get somewhere safe. There’s a local contact that’s going to come by to collect you and any other trinkets I can get my hands on before I leave tomorrow morning. She’s gonna take you to the nearest Rebellion outpost. You’re safe now. Understand?”

Her breath caught, leaving her speechless.

“You get what I’m saying?” Micah’s hands curled slightly like he was giving her a hug with his fingers. “No one’s gonna hurt you again. How’s that for a Christmas present?”

“I knew it!” she shouted.

He flinched, fingers uncurling at her sudden volume. “What?”

“I knew you were helping the Rebellion!” She pumped her fist once in the air, feeling the same rush she got when she beat Andres at a chess game. She beamed at Micah, who was giving her a perplexed though amused look. “My friend said I was crazy for thinking that you were actually helping trinkets. He said it was just wishful thinking. But I was right!”

“Oh. One of your friends at the bar? If you tell me what he looks like, I can make sure to get him, too. Then you can gloat all the way to the base.”

“He… He’s not…” She bit her lip. “Well, there is one trinket I know at the bar. Light blue hair. His name’s Mateo. Will you make sure he’s safe?”

“Of course.” Micah was sincere, but he cocked his head at her sudden, sober attitude. “What’s wrong?”

“But the friend I was talking about. He’s not a trinket.” She shifted to hands and knees and crawled to the heel of Micah’s palm. She looked up at him pleadingly. “I have a secret too. Sort of like yours. Can I trust you?”

“Of course you can trust me,” he said readily. He frowned, trying to process what she had said. “He’s not a trinket, but you’re friends with him… Does he work at the hotel?”

“No, but he’s staying here. Look, it’s a long story but Andres saved me. He risked everything to take me away from the hotel I used to live in. He snuck me on a plane and brought me to Argentina, and I’ve been living with him ever since. I appreciate your offer to send me to a base, but…” She trailed off, wondering if Andres might try to convince her it was better that she go through with that. “I need to talk to him.”

“Hang on… You live with some guy that took you from a hotel?” Concern flooded the huge face before her, and it strangely gave her butterflies. “Does he… I mean, does he do anything to you?”

“No! No. He’s not that kind of person.”

“But he brings you with him when he travels?”

“No…”

“Then how did you get in this place, then?”

Lorelei palmed her face to hide her blush. “I snuck into his bag before he left. He didn’t know I was there until he got to his room and started unpacking. We thought I’d be safe in the room while he was away, but a maid came to clean up breakfast and took me away.”

Her attempt to plow through the events didn’t help. He still looked puzzled. “Why did you hide in his bag?”

She groaned and covered her face entirely. “You,” she mumbled.

“Huh?” He leaned in closer, brows furrowed.

“You!” She didn’t want to look at him, but that was hard to avoid when his face filled her entire field of vision. At least he had cleaned away the blood from her bite. “Andres told me you’d be staying at the same hotel as his chess tournament, I had too much to drink, and I thought it was a great idea to go along with him. So here I am.”

He was quiet for so long that she wanted to die on the spot. Then he chuckled and she wanted to die even more.

“Wow. So you’re a superfan?” Mischief glinted in his eyes—nothing the hostile kind from the bar, but it made her squirm nonetheless. “You’re not mad at me for secretly being married, are you?”

“Shut up,” she muttered. “Can you go back to groveling?”

“Sorry. Let me make it up to you.”

His warmth became more pronounced. When she lifted her eyes, she realized he was coming closer. His lips gently pressed to the top of her head and made her freeze. She forgot how to breathe or think about anything other than the fact that Micah Tate kissed her. Kissed her. With his stupidly soft lips. She felt lightheaded all over again.

He pulled back and smiled teasingly. “Better?”

A quip rose up her throat and almost made it past her lips, but when she looked up at him, all she could do was release an utterly enamored sigh. She wondered how Everly could function on a daily basis with this as her husband.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Micah said. “Let’s get you back to your friend. You said he’s in the chess tournament?”

“Huh-what?” Lorelei blinked at him and shook off her daze. “Oh—yeah! Yeah. He’s a champion. He always kills it at this tournament. Maybe you could go down and find him, but…” She shook her head. “You’re too recognizable, and he might freak out if he sees you holding me. Can’t have that.”

“I wouldn’t want you out there, either,” Micah said. “Do you know his number? I can’t risk saying anything in detail. Maybe just the room number and your name. He’s bound to notice you’re missing soon.”

She nodded. It would be cryptic, but it seemed like the safest move. All she could hope was that Andres hadn’t gone back to the room yet to find her gone.

Micah relocated them to the table, taking the washcloth with him and setting it on the surface. He put her down gently, tucking one of the folds around her shoulders. While he sent the message, she gazed around in wonder at the room. It was more luxurious and spacious than Andres’ room—intimidatingly so.

“A chess master, huh?” Micah smirked at the idea after setting down his phone. He propped his chin in his hand and gazed down at her—it still made her knees feel like jelly. “Have you picked up a thing or two from being around him?”

She smiled innocently. “Yeah. He’s taught me some pretty neat moves. How about we play while we wait for Andres? You can download an app on your phone. If you want to—of course.”

Micah was all too happy to oblige. It seemed he was ready to do anything to make her happy and make up for what he had done at the bar. He placed an order for lunch to be brought to the room and downloaded the app. With the phone placed between them, he started off the game with an abysmally dumb move that made her clench her jaw to keep from laughing.

She beat him in four moves.

“Huh. You’re pretty good,” he said.

They were briefly interrupted by a knock at the door. Lorelei’s heart fluttered with relief until she realized it was room service.

Micah gently scooped her off the table with the washcloth and held her hidden on his lap under the table while the server dropped off the food. A thrill of fright ran through her, but one hand stayed huddled gently around her. A fingertip stroked between her shoulder blades, calming her.

When they were alone again, he brought her back to the tabletop and murmured an apology.

“I-it’s fine,” she said, willing the color out of her cheeks. “Another game?”

By the fifth game, it became abundantly clear that she knew what she was doing—and that was when another knock came at the door. This was not the professional knock of a hotel employee, and there was no voice announcing who was there and what they wanted. As Micah started to sit up to answer it, the knock came again, even more aggressive.

Micah glanced at Lorelei with raised eyebrows. She was sitting at the edge of a plate, picking at a roll from their meal. “He’s worried,” she told him with a shrug.

There was a third round of knocking just as Micah was unlocking the door. He pulled it open and smiled charmingly. “Oh, hey. Wow, you’re not what comes to mind when I hear ‘chess player.’ You must be—”

Andres burst inside and shoved Micah in the chest with both hands. He shut the door behind him as Micah staggered back in shock.

“Andres, no!” Lorelei called.

He turned in the direction of her voice, gasping. His eyes immediately fell on her sitting on Micah’s plate, wearing little more than lingerie. She didn’t think about how that would look until rage filled his expression.

Grabbing the front of Micah’s shirt, Andres pushed him into the wall and pinned him. “She is mine.”

The shock on Micah’s face morphed into disgust. “She’s not yours.”

Completely misunderstanding what he meant, Andres raised his fist.

“Andres, stop it!” Lorelei ran to the edge of the table. “You do not punch Micah Tate! I was right! He’s with the Rebellion!”

Andres lowered his hand a fraction, still glaring and breathing heavily. “Is this true?”

Micah looked between him and Lorelei. “Does he always act like he owns you?” he said.

“He didn’t mean it that way,” Lorelei assured. “Andres, back off!”

Reluctantly, he pulled away from Micah and looked him up and down. “Rebellion,” he scoffed. “What do you want, really? Are you going to use her to bribe me? To threaten me?”

“Why don’t you relax and have a seat?” Micah gestured at the table as though he hadn’t just been one wrong word away from getting his nose broken. “No one’s threatening anyone—except you threatening me. I’m just trying to get Lore home.”

Something flashed in Andres’ eyes at the way Micah said her name so casually. But he went to the table anyway. Maybe not to do what Micah said, but to get a closer look at Lorelei. He brought his hands on either side of her—swift and gentle—and scooped her up. Though his expression was stony, his gaze bore a hint of frenzy as he looked her over for injury.

“I’m fine,” she told him, hugging his thumb with relief. “He didn’t hurt me, Andres. It told you—he saves trinkets. Isn’t that amazing?”

Andres sank to a seat and gave her one last look before turning his glare to Micah, who sat across from him.

“You’re a chess player,” Micah said with a weak laugh. “Why are you so strong?”

“You’re a musician. Why are you bad at making music?”

“Andres!” Lorelei gave Micah a mortified look. “He doesn’t mean that—he was just worried about me.”

“No, I hate his music,” Andres said matter-of-factly.

“Can’t please everyone.” Micah shrugged, looking perhaps ninety-nine percent unbothered. It was the bothered one percent that made Lorelei want to run across the table and hug him. His eyes softened on her. “You’re sure you wanna keep living with this guy?”

Andres’ hands tensed around her. “What?”

“There’s… there’s someone who’s going to take the hotel trinkets Micah rescues.” Lorelei hesitated. She felt the weight of Andres’s stare on her, but she couldn’t bring herself to look. “They’re going to a Rebellion base.”

A heavy beat of silence.

“Do you want to go?” Andres said, sounding detached.

“Do you want me to go?” she countered, finally forcing herself to look at him.

The moment they made eye contact, the answer was clear. His finger wrapped a little closer around her, and she snuggled in comfortably. Yes, she annoyed him sometimes, and yes, he could be intimidating, but the thought of leaving him made her go cold inside. She peeked over at Micah, who was watching them with silent understanding.

“I’m staying with him,” Lorelei said.

Micah nodded. “I figured.” He glanced down at the phone, which had Lorelei’s latest win still clear across the screen. “I know you’re a champion and all, but I’m sure she could give you a run for your money.”

Andres scoffed. “Of course. She is a better player than I am.”

Upon seeing Lorelei’s sheepish smile, Micah made a playfully insulted noise. “Did you hustle me?”

“Is it hustling if no money was involved?” she said.

“Right. Just my pride.” He shut off the phone screen and shook his head. “Man, that’s actually kinda a relief. I was starting to think I was just dumb.”

“You are, pelotudo.” Andres stood. Before Lorelei could demand he apologize, he sighed and looked back at Micah. “Thank you. For helping her. She is… important.”

“I know,” Micah said. “Take care of her.” He was brave enough to get within grabbing reach of her while she still stood in Andres’ hands. “I’ll save as many as I can, Lore. I promise. Okay?” He held his hand out to her.

She touched his index finger and nodded, relishing her last contact with Micah Tate. “Thank you, Micah. You’re… amazing.”

Andres was quick to pull away after that. He paused at the door to help Lorelei into his pocket. She lingered at the edge of his hand and gave him a long look.

“What?” he muttered.

“I dunno. You just…” She smiled and patted his finger. “You seemed a little jealous back there.”

“Of him?”

“Who else?” She lowered her voice even softer. “You know what’s even hotter than the disappointed dad look? Seeing you and Micah Tate fight over me.”

He shut his eyes for a second and gathered himself. “His music is banned from the house,” he decided.

“Aw, what?”

“Banned.” He took a deep breath and gave her a more soulful look—one that was so rare from him that her breath caught. “Mi reina. You scared me.”

He tipped her into his front pocket. She could feel his fingers shivering with relief as he hugged her through the fabric. She leaned into his chest, more certain than ever that she had made the right decision.

((Author’s note: What a rollercoaster for Lore! Does she have any regrets? Probably only that she didn’t get more kisses from Micah. But she’s willing to let that go now that she knows his secret 😘))

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[coreene]

Here is a wip for Astarion and Tav from the next chapter of Lorelei's Journal.

Lorelei has a nightmare about Astarion and her tadpole wakes up the whole camp with her distress. Some fluff happens in the end. A little bit of horror at the start as she has the nightmare.

I was in an unfamiliar place. Everywhere around me looked dark. Was I lost in the shadow curse? I looked up, searching for the moon. No, this was darker. And more sinister. I looked around myself, trying to find something, anything. It was so agonisingly dark. I walked forward, even though I had no idea which way that was. Finally, I noticed a faint light shining from afar.

I walked towards it with tentative steps. The closer I got more of my surroundings took shape. It felt like I was on a black platform with seven corners, floating in darkness. I weakly registered that there were people on each corner, groaning in pain – but my eyes were focused on just the one. The source of the light. Astarion. My love. His beautiful skin bruised and battered. Silvery hair dirty and covered in blood. Arms restrained on both sides, holding him immobile. I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

I dropped to my knees and whispered, “Astarion... it can't be –“

"Did you really think you could keep him safe?" I heard a sinister voice whisper from behind me.

I pulled my blade and swung back like a cornered wild animal. It laughed. The laugh echoing all around me.

"Foolish cattle." It spoke in the darkness again. I swung my sword to the side, where I think the voice was coming from but I hit nothing. All there were was darkness.

I looked over to Astarion again. Somehow, I was further away. It was playing with me. Stalling me. I needed to get to him. I dropped my blade and ran towards Astarion. It somehow looked even further now. I tried to run as fast as I can but the darkness was crawling all around me. It had started to block his light but I was so close. I reached with my fingers to hold his face but I was not fast enough. Darkness surrounded us, consuming us both.

I opened my eyes as I shot up from the floor. I could hear the pounding of my heart in my ears. I was not in darkness. I was in our tent, in the campsite. My hand looked for Astarion instinctively. A jolt of panic shot up through my body. He was not here. I knew in the back of my mind that he was probably alright but I needed to find him. I got up and left the tent.

He was walking towards the tent already, eyes looking worried.

“Lore, are you alright?”

I closed the distance between us and threw myself into his embrace. He wasn’t expecting it but he wrapped his arms around me quickly. “Thank the gods,” I whispered to myself. I took deep breaths, calming myself down. It was just a nightmare. He was here and he was safe.

"What's wrong, my love?" He asked after a moment, one of his hands moving up to stroke my hair.

“Is everything alright out here?” I heard Gale’s voice before I could answer.

I pulled away a little to see Gale. I noticed Karlach and Shadowheart making their way to the fire. Lae’zel and Wyll were sticking their heads out of their tents.

"Soldier? Are you alright?" Karlach asked as she placed a hand on my shoulder.

“I am – why are you all awake?” I asked confused. I didn’t think I – we – made enough noise to wake them.

“We saw – felt your distress.” Shadowheart explained.

“What? How?”

“I think it was the tadpoles.” Gale spoke coming closer. “They connected us to you.”

“I’m sorry for waking you all – it was just a nightmare.” I said feeling very much ashamed that my tadpole thought it was a good idea to share my nightmares with the other tadpoles.

“As long as you’re okay, it’s alright.” Gale said returning back to his tent. “Goodnight everyone.”

Lae’zel, Wyll and Shadowheart replied to him in kind as they turned and returned back to their tents. Karlach stayed for a little while longer.

“Hey, I know what you fear.” I turned to her. She looked at me then to Astarion. “You’re not alone. Both of you. I’m here.”

“So am I.” Shadowheart said joining Karlach.

“Thank you.” I responded trying to not tear up.

Karlach squeezed my shoulder as she took Shadowheart’s hand in hers.

“Try to get some rest you two.” Shadowheart said and they turned around, leaving the two of us alone at the fire.

Astarion wrapped his arms around my waist as he left a soft kiss to my temple. “What exactly did you see?”

I turned around and buried my face to his chest, breathing him in. “Darkness.” I said pausing. Words were getting caught up in my throat. “And you, imprisoned and –“

“Shh,” his hand lifted to stroke my hair as I stopped. I had to stop if I didn’t want to start crying. “It’s okay. You don’t have to tell me.” He sighed. “I think I may have been the reason for your nightmare.”

I looked up to him with a question in my eyes. Well, he was the reason for it. He caught on to what I was thinking and chuckled sadly. “Not like that. I was out here, writing about what I remembered of Cazador. Maybe I could remember something that could give us an edge. I remembered some… unpleasant moments.” He stopped looking away from me. “If you can share your dreams, I think I may have done the same to you.”

“It could have been.” I replied quietly as I thought about what he said. It did make sense. It wasn’t the only reason for it, I imagined but refrained from saying it out loud. I needed to be strong. I didn’t have the luxury to let my fears get in the way of what needed to be done. Truth was I was scared. More and more every day. The longer we stayed in this cursed land, the further we got to the end of this tadpole situation – we were getting deeper and deeper in over our heads.

“Let’s get inside. We need to rest.” He said after leaving a kiss to my head. He pulled me to the tent and we got comfortable under the blankets. We didn’t have much time before we needed to venture out but I wasn’t going to say no to a few more hours of sleep, snuggled inside Astarion’s arms.

The nightmare idea came after reading this post. I wanted to explore how a romanced Tav would react to seeing Astarion in that position. The tadpole oversharing came from this ask. Thank you nonny for the inspiration!

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[romanarose]

For the Longest Time: Bonus Chapter (Laci and Santi)

Santiago Garcia x Lacina Dumas.

Summary: Laci is supposed to go see a movie with Ben. Supposed to. A peak inside how Santia and Laci are doing.

Warnings: Just Benny being shitty. Fighting. Yelling.

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Laci finished pouring extra oat milk into her pumpkin spiced latte, popping the lid on it. Usually, Laci didn’t have more than one cup of coffee a day as it made her anxious, but tonight she was staying up. “Hey baby.” She said to Santi as he cleaned up after dinner. “I’m going to sit on the porch while I wait for Benny.”

Today, Benny and Laci were going to the midnight premiere of Five Nights At Freddies, a movie based on a video game they loved. Laci spent hours watching Benny play it or watching youtubers play through and they were thrilled the movie was finally out. 

“Alright, would you like me to sit outside with you?” It was getting dark, and Laci didn’t like the dark.

“No, I’m okay, I’ll just use the screen door, okay?” 

“Okay baby, just let me know when you leave.”

“Of course!” 

Laci opened the main wood door and just had the screen door closed, that way Santi could hear her swinging on their porch swing. She was doing much better, making improvements all the time in what she was capable of, and Santi’s heart swelled with pride thinking of how far she’d come. He loved her, he loved her so fucking much it hurt sometimes…

That’s what made this rough patch so rough.

The two of them just haven’t quite been the same the last few months, and Santi just didn’t know why. It wasn’t bad, not compared to what Santi had seem between other couples, but it was unlike them. Santi wasn’t sure what he was doing wrong. He was certain there was something wrong; he wasn’t saying he was blameless. In fact, he was sure whatever was happening was his fault, not hers. He just… couldn’t pin point it.

And just what was happening? Sometimes, especially after spending the day with their friends, Laci would snap at him. She’d be short, sarcastic, maybe even a little rude… and he wasn’t sure why. She had always been his sweet girl, so kind and empathetic… but she wasn’t doing it to anyone else, so it must be his fault. He was trying harder to take care of her, to be there for her, but that just seemed to irritate her. Giving her space made her sad and nervous. Santi felt like he couldn’t do anything right. When he tried talking to her about it, or suggesting he go to one of her therapy appointments, she just shut down. Couldn't get a word out of her, verbal or signed. 

But he loved her, and he was still certain she loved him. There was not a doubt in his head that she loved him. So they were going to be okay. The reality of it was that Laci had been through 20 years of trauma that had only ended last year, and this was not something that would go away. She was going to have hard times, and he was going to be there for her. Nothing mattered to him more than Laci did.

It wasn’t all bad. In fact, it was mostly good, even still. They had been having a fun summer, and enjoying planning their wedding together. That made him happy, the fact she was so excited to be his wife made him fall more and more in love. It was going to be simple, in their backyard. Neither of them had any biological family left. Benny was her man of honor, Jana a bridesmaid, On Santi’s side, Will would be a groomsman and Frankie his best man. Rosie would be their flower girl, of course. For guests Laci would invite a few coworkers, Santi a couple military buddies. He’d sent an invite to Tom’s family, but doubted he’d get a  reply. They’d invited Marc and Bahar, friend’s they’d made on their trip to New York and of course Ben’s girlfriend, Alice and Will’s… Well, whatever Lorelei was.

She was still the primary source of joy in his life, someone who made him laugh, someone who comforted him, someone who cared for him and he cared for in return… And she was hot as all hell. The perfect women.

Laci storm inside, slamming the screen door.

“Hey munequita, you forget-”

“I’m not going.”

Santi set down the dishes he was putting in the dishwasher. “What? Why?” They’ve had tickets for a month.

“It’s fine, he just couldn’t make it, okay?” Her lip quivered and tears blurred in her eyes as she moved to their bedroom.

Santi followed after. He felt defensive of her; Benny had canceled 5 times this month for things he was supposed to do with Laci. “He couldn’t have figured that out before? He’s supposed to be picking you up!”

“Just drop it!” Laci slammed the door to their bedroom, and when he went to open it, he found it locked.

“Lace!?” He said with a panic, pulling at the handle. “Laci are you okay?” 

“Leave me alone!”

“What’s been going on with you!” Santi didn’t shout, but his voice was raised to project it through the door. “Why don’t you talk to me anymore!”

There was no response. Frustrated, but not wanting to invade her privacy especially in his high emotional state, Santi moved into the living room and pulled out his phone. He pulled up Ben’s contact.

“Hell-”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Benny sighed on the other end. “I knew you’d call.”

“Damn right I’m calling! Why did you cancel again? Benny this is twice this week.”

“Santi just drop it.” Benjamin didn’t sound like himself either. He sounded tired. “I’m… sick, okay?”

Now that was bullshit. If Benny was sick, Laci would be asking him to drive her to CVS for medicine and going over to take care of him. She wouldn’t be crying, she’d be fretting with worry.

“Oh fuck off. What’s really going on?”

“Nothing, I’m just sick.” 

“You’re making her cry, Ben!” 

Beep beep, went his phone. Benny hung up.

Santi scrubbed his face, exhausted. Something had happened between them. Benny and Laci had been inseparable since the day they found her, Benny being the one who first got her to talk. They had been best friends ever since, but the last few months it seemed he was pulling away. From all of them, but especially Laci. Santi could tell how much it hurt her.

When he went back to the door, he heard soft crying below. Following the sound, Santi figured out she was laying on the floor as she cried. Santi laid down on his side.

“I’m right here, Lace. Whenever you need me.”

A small set of fingers peaked out from the crack under the door, and Santi gently entangled his with hers. They laid there for a while as Laci sobbed, Santi’s heart hurting for his fiance, wanting to hold her proper.

After a little, she spoke. “Alice doesn’t want Benny alone with me anymore…”

Of course. Of course it had to do with that bitch, Alice.

“Can I hold you munequita?

Shuffling came from her side and Santiago stood up. When the door opened, and he saw her red blotchy face, Santi took her in his arms tightly. 

Laci explained that Benny had been canceling because Alice had an issue with how much they hung out, that Alice accused him of cheating. She thought it was insane to go to a dark movie theater alone with her. Since the movie was sold out, she couldn’t go with them and got mad. Alice laid down a hard and fast rule that Laci and Benny couldn’t be alone together anymore. Santi was furious at Ben for being such a coward, for backing down so easily over his best friend, but this wasn’t the time. Laci’s head rested on his chest and Santiago played with her hair. It had gotten longer. She wanted length for the wedding. For his part, Santi had grown out his beard. He’d shave it for the wedding, but right now she liked the salt and pepper facial hair.

“Come on, let me take you to Five Nights at Freddy’s.” He said, coaxing her to look up at him. “If we leave now, we can still make it with all the adds they play.”

She looked a little confused. “You don’t like horror movies…”

“Oh sweetheart…” Taking her face in both his hands, he kissed her forehead before looking down at her pretty, wet, blue eyes. “I’d do anything for you. Absolutely anything. You have to know that, don’t you? Going to a movie is nothing, not when I’d get the moon if you asked.”

She dodged his eyes for a moment. “I don’t want you to watch something you hate.”

He swore up and down he wouldn’t hate it, horror just isn’t usually a genre he liked. Laci promised to make it up to him by letting him show her an Army movie. She’d even allow him to talk during the whole movie to tell her how unrealistic it was. In return, Laci explained all the lore of FNAF before the movie. They made it just in time.

That night as they lay in bed, Laci still wired from the coffee and Santi wired from the movie (how did she and Ben fall asleep to those movies?), Santi held her in his arms as he kissed through her hair.

“Do you still want to marry me?” Laci asked abruptly.

This shocked Santi enough to make him pause before turning on the bedroom light and sitting up. 

The lamp illuminated behind her, making her big ears that had hair tucked behind them stand out even more, but the worry-stricken expression was evident. 

“Baby… Laci, mi amor, why would you ask me that?” He was more confused than ever.

Tears welled up in her eyes again. “I know I’ve been… I’ve been mean lately… I don’t know why but it’s like the more I trust to stop the more frustrated I get… I just feel so angry lately and I’ve been taking it out on you and it’s not fair.”

“Oh, my perfect girl…” Santi rushed to hold her, drawing in her body to his arms in a tight squeeze. “Of course I still want to marry you, you are my joy, you are my greatest source of pride, you’re my heart and soul. Baby I love you, I adore you, and I want to spend the rest of our lives waking up next to you.”

“But, I haven’t been nice.” She sobbed, wetting his shirt in her tears.

“You don’t have to be nice all the time. You’ve been through things I can never imagine. Youre going to be angry sometimes.”

“But I shouldn’t take it out on you!” Laci insisted.

Santi wanted to say it was okay, he wanted to tell her she could… but that’s not what she needed.

“We’ll work on it together, baby, okay? You and me. Like we always do. You and me.”

Santiago let her cry into his arms for a while and she wore herself out, getting tired enough to lay down again and try to sleep. He kept her close.

As she drifted off to sleep, Laci kissed his bearded jaw. “You and me. It’s gonna be okay.” She sounded like she was reassuring herself. “Everything is gonna be okay.”

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: ( they are struggling. But it's normal for couple to have some downs, and at least they are aware now. Laci struggling with losing Ben, who is supposed to be her man of honor. Benny.... come on.

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[careful-pyromancer]

The Pyro Cinematic Universe 2.0!

Hello hello!! I think it's time to re-introduce my WIPS as a LOT has changed! (there will be a more in-depth introduction when the time comes to it)

Chronicles of Avalon:

Chasing Crevices: includes a vampiric deer boy, a zombie who can't die for no more than 5 minutes, a possessed queen, a cult leader, a 7 foot tall snake faerie, an omnipresent mother, a 2 for 1 combo in a faerie and his demon brother//The Gods are being...Weird. Castien finds himself in a maze of a cult when his aunt owes a debt to them. His mother and fathers are not going to be happy with him. Or his brothers, Jami and Kit, who are determined to find out where and when the Gods are rumored to rise from. //ok this one is absolutely bat shit crazy BUT I LOVE IT SO MUCH I'M FINALLY PROUD OF THIS PLOT...there's also a whole thing with castien and his "best friend / partner in crime " Wednesday and it very quickly turns into a gay vampire thing...y'know cause the gods will it....(it's me I'm the gods),,also everything is not as it seems ;)))))))))

Lab Rat: including: the world's angriest tests subject (402), a very scared ghost living in a computer (001), a half flesh half machine spider lady (777), and a woman who happened to be the right place at the right time // 402 is determined to become more than a pawn in some great search for science. She will rip the secrets from these walls if it means she will be freed. Unfortunately, this knowledge comes with a heavy price, including making some enemies in her own facility. If 402 proves herself, she could earn the favor of the researchers and become stronger. if she can play the long game, could she finally see the outside world? // OKAY OKAY I LOVE THIS ONE SO MUCH it has liminal horror vibes and a really spooky vibe, I like the oppressive nature of the lab and her initial ideas of the outside world are....fantastical LMAO. It also has a lesbian romance !!

Sparrow's Flight: including a non-binary lead that needs to know what happened, faerie sisters who are the manifestation of winter, ghosts!, a demon who can't believe she has to spend her time protecting faerie brats, a transgender boy who needs to compile evidence of the paranormal, and a boy haunted by an unknown entity // Sparrow needs to know what happened to their mother. If that includes provoking demons, so be it. Their girlfriend, Lorelei is eager to help solve a mystery. This drags in Lorelei's older sister, Adelaide, and Jasmine, the demon bound to the family. Sparrow is accompanied by their best friend, Pallas, who is desperate for a safe space and willing to be the only one keeping track of things, and the new kid, Jedediah, who would rather die than be at home // this one takes place in Ohio and I fucking *LOVE* it....it's such a love letter to my own life and rural queer communities MWAH MWAH MWAH I love you all so much,,,,,also I enjoy complaining about the midwest.....

Resisting the Knife: including Noxys, chosen by the Goddess of Nature and PISSED at the Queen of Haren Aethal, Gwyneira (the queen of Haren Aethal) who is desperate to undo her family's bloody and oppressive legacy, a faerie spy, and Noxys' old partner in crime who can't read but is somehow the Queen's handmaid, and a mysterious man in the woods// Noxys needs to get revenge for the Wraiths burning down her village. She was forced into the cold at a young age due to the orphanages not willing to risk angering the royal family. Noxys has figured out that alchemy can solve almost any problem, so why not try to show the true nature of a blood thirsty beast? Yep. She's gonna turn the queen into a vampire. Surely this will go well and have no negative consequences whatsoever (it does). // i absolutely love this story it has such a fun cast and it's always fun to write a little enemies to lovers........

The Day We Disappeared: including a ghost who doesn't know she's a ghost, a poltergeist, a vengeful spirit, and a witch in the woods who doesn't want kids (but secretly does)// Lucy and older siblings are taken in by a witch interested in studying their paranormal abilities. Little does Lucy know, but she's dead. The elder sister, Okiku, is hoping there is a way for Lucy to realize that is not too damaging on her little psyche. Wolfgang, the elder (but younger than Okiku) is ready to provide a distraction so Saoirse (the witch in the woods) can try and figure out something about ghosts that may help//okay I love cozy horror and this is also a murder mystery bc the person who murdered Lucy also had a hand in Wolfgang and Okiku's deaths too oohoohooohoo......

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[eddysocs]

Opportunity Doesn’t Knock (Quinn King x OC)

Summary: Lorelei has finally flown too close to the sun and she’s awaiting the burn, but a new possibility arises instead.

Word Count: 433

Warnings: Implied/vaguely referenced sexual content, some light manipulation

"Do you recognize this," Rachel accused, pushing her way into Lorelei's bedroom. Already pissed off at the intrusion, Lorelei had every reason to tell her off for just barging in the way she had, but the sight of what Rachel had in her hand stopped her cold.

"I can explain," Lorelei started, her eyes never leaving the white, lace bra that hung from Rachel's finger.

"Please do. I would love to hear you talk your way out of this one. Let’s start with where I found this, shall we?"

Lorelei floundered. There really would be no talking her way out of this. She’d been playing with fire far too long and now she was finally going to burn. Her whole life was about to turn to ashes. "I fucked up, okay?"

Rachel scoffed, at last flinging the garment off her finger and onto Lorelei's bed. "No shit," she said. "But I am not letting this fuck up ruin our whole season. It’s too late to back out now."

The look on Rachel's face scared her. "What are you going to do?"

"That all depends on you. You clearly don’t want to be here, as you’ve been fighting us tooth and nail the whole way, so what do you want? Is it Quinn?" Silence once again on Lorelei's end. "I’m going to need an answer."

"Yes! Fuck. Yes, I want Quinn. So what?"

"So what if I help you get her?"

Lorelei raised an eyebrow. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Rachel couldn’t possibly be serious, nor, frankly, did she think she’d be able to pull such a feat off if she were serious. It was insane, impossible…and she wanted in.

"I know Quinn better than anyone. I confront her with that," she paused to point to the bra, "and blow up at her for sleeping with you, she’ll only want to do it more. You’ll have to be the one to win her over though. I can’t help you there, but do it by the finale and we'll have a ratings bonanza at the twist of you proposing to Quinn over either of the final two."

"You want me to propose to Quinn at the end of the show? What if she says no?"

"I still get my ratings either way. We get renewed for at least three more seasons and you get the only real chance you’ll ever have at Quinn King. Maybe you’ll get lucky."

Rachel held Lorelei's eyes, as if daring her to refuse the opportunity. "Do it," Lorelei told her. Rachel nodded. The plan was in motion.

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[thefirstknife]

Since you did solo ghosts of the deep, do you have any tips/recommendations for doing the last boss? I got so close to finishing awhile ago but they’ve since nerfed double special and the final boss is a real pain. I’m planning on running Titan again but my dps in the end is really lacking. Thanks!

I did with Titan also, solar ofc with Loreley and healing grenade, using my melee hammer bonk for most kills so I don't waste too much ammo. I ran double special: Arbalest for the boss' shield only and a trace rifle to kill the moths. I did this last season, but I think ammo-wise it should be mostly fine now as well since you can just use your hammer to kill ads anyway.

I tried a lot of different combinations of power weapons and everything. I tried Xenophage, but that required me to swap gear mid-boss dps because I needed Arbalest. Or I would try to get the shield down with my super, but that wasn't always working out as quick as possible. I tried many other machine guns as well as linear fusions, but in the end I saw a guide showing that Retrofit Escapade machine gun does one of the highest damage numbers and it allowed me to stay on Arbalest so I grabbed that from my vault. I unfortunately didn't level it up before so I had to literally do it with the default roll, but it still worked out incredibly well. So if you don't have a good one, it doesn't really matter. Hopefully you could grab the one Banshee was selling yesterday!

I forgot how many dps phases it took, I stopped counting once I got past 6, but it was something like 8-10. Some of them I had to prioritise surviving instead of doing dps which I highly recommend. Survival in general was my biggest issue so I was playing as carefully as possible to make sure I don't wipe because restarting from scratch was a pain. Also make sure to not get confused with symbols and dunking them; after a few cycles, I would usually start getting confused about which set of symbols I'm on, so basically it requires extreme focus and patience to get it done. And practice makes perfect. Once you get the rotations into your habit, it'll go by faster.

I also highly recommend checking out various clears, depending on which class/weapons you might like more, it really helps when you see someone else going through it and how they handle stuff. It might give you advice on things you may not have considered before.

#destiny 2 #ghosts of the deep dungeon #gameplay #ask #this season also has different mods so some of them might help better for a solar clear. last season didn't have solar mods #also since we lost artifact power you might want to wait a bit to get that power back before attempting #unless survival is not really a problem

[shadowbender19]

And we’re back folks, if not a few days late. Sorry about that, I had to write a classics essay, of all things, so that held me up a tad. Despite that, here are my live thoughts and reactions for the new (and final :( ) Heartless video. Enjoy!

Alastor

“Curse of the hollow” is a vibe of a name, also I giving me Molly flashbacks

Ah yes, Genshin, something that I definitely know about (sarcastic)

Mythology vibes? We Stan

I love the attitude of, even if it gets scrapped or the comic never gets made, its fine, its fun to make. It’s a great philosopher towards creation

Yeah, he do be a vampire

Black hole/void magic is so cool. The audio it brings to mind is stunning

I love a spooky arm

The stars are plot significant

You can tell that I love the spooky arm thing, cause it is the main aesthetic of one of my D&D characters lol

Lorelei

I hate spelling her name, brain says no

I know that poster girl is a very common phrase, but for Lorelei specifically, it gives such a strong image. Those huge theatre posters that can’t fit on your wall, yeah that

Shoutout to all the people who did the black swan fanart

(Notes app tried to correct ‘fanart’ to ‘canary’ apple explain)

Ah yes, bird

Lorelei’s outfit being even slightly based on a wrestler is such a vibe. I don’t know what that vibe is, but it is indeed a vibe

Star placement is once again iconic. I feel like I’ll be saying that a lot tonight

The idea of the Lorelei fandom that almost certain exists in the Heartless universe having wild conspiricy theories about her tattoos gives me life, cause you know they would.

Diana

Cool cowboy + spy is a stunning aesthetic. That post about stealth vs. Russian stealth is strong with this one

The Eye!

As someone going through a Sandman phase, the ideas that come to mind at Diana being based on the Fates are numerous

The wld west vibes + the snakes are stunning.

So many references I don’t understand lol. Is this how my friends feel every time I speak?

Taking the two ‘heavy hitter’ characters and giving them the most ‘big brain strats’ fighting dynamic would make for such fun fights. Especially compared to other random fights that may happen in the series

Lance

The bastard boi!

Yes Alex, make it gayer. As God intended

My screen is small so I cannot see the face. Very sad

Alastor makes Lance captain for one day. He thinks, the guys literally a knight, how bad could it be? Next day Alastor revokes Lance’s position as captain

Alastor walking into a cell block, pointing at Lance and saying that one before walking out as the guards release Lance.

I don’t know why Lance is giving me the strong fan fiction ideas but here we are

He would call his sword teeth

He do be Erza

I actually did watch the video after he mentioned it in the last video. If you haven’t I highly recommend. Stunt people are icons. And nerds apparently

Eira knowing the ex-owners of Lance’s swords is great angst material.

Part of me says ‘armour cool’ Gremlin brain says ‘armour go clang when he walk’

I have not yet mentioned how much I love this specific art style from these videos so I will say so now.

Scales look amazing. That’s the comment

Shiny orange on the armour giving me NRG from ben 10 vibes

Scales on the sword handle. I love the attention to detail

Bandy

My beloved

He do be giving Mr Compress Vibes since day 1

Swap

The personality swap fits are great guys, never stop

(There’s a character in the current fairy tail manga who does something like this in a really fun way. Not relevant just came to mind)

The line between cliche and aesthetic is very thin

When he said, ‘not just normally playing cards’, my brain went straight to the idea of him having an absurd amalgamation of different card sets. Like he has a few Pokemon cards, a yugioh card, maybe something from magic the gathering. Black cards makes a lot more sense

Swap

Contract demons. terrifying

Pretty hair!

Puff go the sleeves

(Good lord my gremlin brain is taking over these comments)

I think I would prefer the banter rather than miming, but that’s just me.

I love this pose

Dock

Dock is probably the character I’ve seen the most fanart of

Right there! Love that he labeled it

Gross and scary and kind of decomposing. Now more people are going to have a crush on him

OMG, he’s an empath

Goop

We love a creepy cleric

“Pause for ADHD moment”

Another creepy arm!

Can’t wait to see this coloured (specifically talking about creepy hand)

“And also, pretty hot” - I have no words. I love

Alex paying specific mention to Dock showing his arm gives me the same vibe as that Tumblr post about the Mandelorians wrist

Love the Disney villain green on this guy

I was right, the creepy arm looked great in colour.

Final thoughts- This new style continues to impress me. I don’t know enough about art to say what’s change, but I absolutely adore it. The way it makes things glow especially sparks joy.

The curse names give me such strong DND vibes, specifically subclasses. But that may just be that bloodhunter subclasses are all order and they use curses. No more Heartless videos makes me sad, I hope that we get more content in the future. It may take some time for me to get excited at the idea of a new concept corner, but I know I will and I know I’ll love it. Heartless has been, and probably will continue to be my comfort YouTube series.

#abd illustrates #abd heartless #heartless #content #live reaction #alastor creed #diana shikari #lorelei #lance lothaire #dock heartless #bandy bellamis #shadow makes content

[postguiltypleasures]

My Peak TV journey *The Marvelous Mrs Maisel*

Prior to the final I made some predictions about where the show would end up. one was that Esther would grow up to resent her mother like Lorelei resented Emily Gilmore. I was right about that. I also speculated that maybe this was the story of how Midge could make anybody laugh, but could not make it as a comic. I was wrong about Midge’s career.

I liked the flash forwards but some of the choices of people she would be involved with seemed more funny peculiar than funny haha. It implies she was involved with Mike Nichols after that first season episode where she did not know about his act with Elaine May and almost ended up in a Nichols and May knock off act. The flash forwards made a big deal about her working with Bob Hope which tracks with aspirational dialogue from earlier in the series. While Hope had a long and successful career, meaning I understand why he was chosen as the symbol of what success i the field looked like, he also fell incredibly out of fashion starting in the late sixties. As a choice, it says Midge never quite seemed “young” in her career. Which, I guess makes sense.

That said I really liked the final season. In earlier posts about the show I acknowledge criticism that the Weisman’s players by goy actors were so much more likable than the Maisels, played by actually Jewish actors. This season seemed to recognize it and subtly corrects.

The elder Maisels were suddenly hilarious, if still crass and unkind. The Wiseman’s reliance on their housekeeper Zelda, who got married and retired over the season revealed some very unappealing aspects of their characters.

The show sometimes felt like it took place in 1960 for multiple years. As a series The Marvelous Mrs Maisel didn’t exact love the time period in which it took place, so much as it loves the pop culture from its time. It never made me want to be there, just to keep watching people in their colorful, well tailored clothes. But it was not particularly critical, nor interested in a “this is what led to things being the way they are now” type of rational for its existence. As a choice it’s doesn’t clarify, but doesn’t let you wallow for the good old days either. Sometimes it felt like every year on screen was 1960. This disinterested ambivalence occasionally led to wanting to me I’d want to fact check it, but rarely actually doing it. The one time I did was regarding Clark Gable’s death, which I thought stool place a year after the season took place. I was wrong. 

In the final episode there was an establishing shot of the Ansonia indicating that is where Midge live in 2005. Later she makes a comment about Yoko Ono being one of her neighbors. Ono famously lives in the Dakota, several avenues from the Ansonia. I was going list this as another thing that makes me doubt the interest in veracity o the series. Then I found this discussed in this post finale interview with Amy Sherman-Palladino. It’s a fictional building in a fictional timeline. Don’t make a big deal about it. Some how this made define with it.

I want to end this by praising the actors who joined the series late players. 

Some how I forgot that Julie Klausner joined the series late in the fourth season, but she regularly had me giggling over her appearances in the final season.  (Interestingly, Klausner is not a Lenny Bruce fan.)

Alfie Fuller is new to me and she was so great as Dinah. I hope Dinah has as great a management career and I look forward to seeing Fuller in something soon.

Reid Scott is such a charming bully as Gordon Ford, you almost don’t resent his character’s success. (Though I think the no writer on the show rule was a good one) 

I’ve liked Chris Eigeman since those Whit Stillman films and I really liked seeing him run the Village Voice here.

Jason Ralph, (Rachel Brosnahan’s real life husband) had some very funny bits as Mike, especially in relation to Suzie. Seeing him here mostly made me think how I want to see him as a lead again. 

Nina Arianda has intrigued me since I saw her play Stan Laurel’s wife in Stan and Ollie. She still does as Gordon’s wife/Susie’s ex, Hedy. 

#Television #My Peak TV Journey #the marvelous mrs. maisel #midge maisel #Suzie Meyers #Rachel Brosnahan #amy sherman palladino #Peak TV #Julie Klausner #Alfie Fuller #Reid Scott #chris eigeman #Jason Ralph #Nina Arianda #abe weissman #rose weissman #joel maisel #moishe maisel #shirley maisel #Ester Maisel #Ethan Maisel

[shallyne]

SJM Crackshipmonth: What if?

Sunshine and Promises

This is chapter four of my Sunshine and Promises fic but you can read this without reading the other parts. Ship: Feyre x Helion for @sjmcrackshipmonth (pls remember this is supposed to be a crackfic) Thanks to @starfall-spirit for this idea

Words: 1,480

TW: none

After an (off page) one night stand Feyre gets pregnant and both Helion and Feyre try to get used to the news. Her belly steadily growing, Feyre can't hide the pregnancy much longer and tells her friends, then comes home to bad news.

It was a sunny afternoon. It was warm and the sky was clear and Feyre finally responded to her friends and invited them to get coffee. She couldn't keep the pregnancy to herself for much longer, she knew that, and she didn't want them to find out through any gossip. It wasn't that she didn't want her friends to know, it was just that she still had to digest the news herself. But now she sat in a cozy café, playing with her coffee cup as her little group of friends told her about the last party she missed. It was a funny story and Feyre laughed, easing her nerves.

"We missed you, though." Ressina said, laying her hand on top of Feyre's. "When are you going to join us again?"

"Oh," Feyre said, pushing the cup away from her. It seemed like a good idea to order it but now the thought of coffee made her nauseous. "I guess that will be a while."

Aranea tilted her head in question and Ressina slightly drew her hand back, "What do you mean?"

"I'm pregnant." Feyre finally said. Lorelei beside her gasped and pressed her hand on her mouth, Aranea raised her eyebrows in surprise and Ressina leaned forward, now fully grabbing and squeezing her hand.

"You're pregnant?" she asked. Only curiosity laced that question, no anger or resentment.

"Yes." Feyre replied, feeling herself relaxing. "We decided to keep it. We'll, I did and I told him and well-" she breathed out. "Here we are."

They all stared at Feyre and then Ressina smiled brightly. "Congratulations, Feyre! That's so exciting!" she hopped from her chair and hugged Feyre, the others following her example.

"Is that why you avoided us the last few weeks?" Aranea asked curiously. "Did you think we would judge?"

"No, yes, maybe. It's complicated. I knew you wouldn't but I was scared nonetheless and we mostly meet for clubbing and that won't be an option for me. Not for a while and I just…I didn't want to lose you."

"You will not lose us!" Ressina said. Lorelei and Aranea nodded in confirmation. "It's exciting, isn't it? Actually I was thinking about who would be the first of us to have a child. Who's the father? I didn't know you had a boyfriend! I didn't know you were interested in dating at all. How far along are you? Do you know the sex of the baby already? "

"Calm down, Ressina." Aranea chuckled, "Let her breathe for a moment."

Feyre chuckled with her, a hand instinctively laying on her stomach. There was already a bump but Feyre was still able to cover it with baggy clothes. She took a deep breath, ready to tell them the truth, however shocking. "Okay, brace yourselves," she said, "His name is Helion, he's the owner of a well known club–"

"The Day Court!" Lorelei gasped. "Are you dating the owner of the Day Court?"

"No," Feyre laughed, warning confused looks. "We met at his club and instantly hit it off and we'll, I slept with him. We did keep in contact but just friendly, there aren't any romantic feelings. Then I was late on my period. I took a test, it was positive, I went to the doctor and she confirmed it – I'm pregnant. So I told Helion, told him that I wanted to keep it, with or without him but he had a right to know, " Feyre sighed,.lost in thought, "He was shocked of course, God knows I still am, but he's in. He wants to be a dad." Feyre swallowed, fighting the tears. These goddamn hormones. "Well, a few weeks ago we went to an appointment together and…" she exhaled. "It's still a shock, I'm sorry." Ressina took her hand again and Feyre continued. "It's twins."

Ressina and Lorelai gasped, Aranea's brows shot up in surprise. "No, I don't know the sex of the babies yet. I am twelve weeks pregnant."

"Twins?" Ressina asked. "Are you sure?"

"I am." Feyre laughed, pulling out the ultrasound and showing them.

As Lorelai and Ressina looked at it, Aranea said, "You really don't half ass things, do you?" she took a sip of her drink.

"Seems like I'm doing things double." Feyre replied.

They all laughed and finished their coffee date and then parted ways after asking a ton of questions that Feyre still didn't have an answer for. Aranea asked her where she would live because, of course, Feyre couldn't keep living in her tiny one room apartment. She needed time to figure it out. Feyre had time, she was only twelve weeks there was more than enough time to figure things out. Although, the universe didn't seem to agree with her because when she arrived at her apartment complex, she found an eviction notice in her mailbox.

It was five minutes later that she called Helion, sniffing as she furiously wiped tears away but they kept coming.

"Hey," Helion said but immediately stopped because hearing his voice just made Feyre sob harder. "Feyre? What's up?"

She tried to explain but only inaudible mumbling came out between her sobs. It was nearly impossible to calm down. Everytime she thought she could talk, another wave of sorrow hit her so hard that she cried again. "Are you at your apartment?"

"Yes." she cried, using her sleeve to wipe over face. She crinkled her nose and looked away.

"I'm on my way, stay where you are." Helion said.

"You're working." Feyre sniffled. She could already hear traffic on the other side of the call.

"Don't worry about that," Helion said. "Take a deep breath, drink some water and just wait there. I'll be there in a few, alright?" she heard a car door open and slam close.

"Alright." Feyre agreed. As much as she didn't want Helion to get away from his work because of her, she was glad that she wasn't alone. They hung up and Feyre leaned back in her chair, taking a few deep breaths like Helion instructed.

She was nursing a glass of water when he arrived, her face still damp from crying. "That was fast."

"I may have overlooked a stop sign," he admitted.

"Stop that! Be careful." Feyre told him, flopping on her chair and sighing in exhaustion.

"What happened?" Helion asked. Wordlessly, Feyre extended the letter, tears dwelling in her eyes once again.

When his gaze reached the bottom of the letter, she said, "I'm going to be homeless." her voice cracked.

"No, no you're not." Helion tried to soothe, crouching in front of Feyre. "I will never let that happen, understand?" Feyre nodded and he wiped away a tear. "They can't throw you out like that, we can take action against it."

"That wouldn't make sense," Feyre said, "I need to move out here sooner or later." She pointed at her stomach, then let her hand rest atop it.

Helion’s expression softened. She knew that he was as shocked as Feyre about the news, not believing that this was real. This was the first time Feyre saw that the realization fully sank in. They will be parents in a few months.

He rested his hands atop of hers, "Then you will live with me until we find you a fitting apartment." he promised.

"In your apartment?" Feyre asked, letting her thumb stroke over his.

"Or my house on the outskirts of the city. Or my beach house. Or–"

"I get it." Feyre rolled her eyes but smiled, "You're filthy rich, congrats."

Helion laughed, his eyes crinkling. "You know I also own a farm."

"Do you have horses?"

"I do."

"You need to show me someday." Feyre said.

"It would be an honor. I will show you everything." he said. Not an empty promise, Feyre realized as she looked at him. He meant it. "You'll move this weekend, alright?" he asked, as he looked at that cursed letter again. Feyre nodded. "And do not carry anything too heavy! I'll bring people to do that, don't you worry about it. I need you to promise me that."

Feyre smiled and threw her arms around his neck. "I promise. Thank you so, so much."

"No problem, Fey." he said.

They were silent for a few moments, only embracing each other until the sound of Feyre's ringtone broke the silence. She looked at the caller ID and her heart stopped for a second. "That's my sister."

"And?"

"We didn't talk for…i don't know how long." except the holidays, but she barely could call that talking. "What am I supposed to do?"

"Do you want to talk to her?" Helion asked.

Feyre nodded. "I'm scared, though." she looked from her phone to Helion. "I don't want to keep you away from–"

"I'll stay if that's what you want." he interrupted.

She smiled, squeezing his hand and exhaled. Then she accepted the call.

Taglist: @timesconvert

#acotar #a court of thorns and roses #feyre archeron #feyre #feyre cursebreaker #high lady of the night court #high lady feyre #feyre darling #high lord helion #helion spell cleaver #helion #Helion x Feyre #Feyre x Helion #sjmcrackshipmonth23 #sjmcrackshipmonth #crackship #rare ship

[bitter69uk]

When Jayne Mansfield Met Alice the Brady Bunch’s Housekeeper! Let me put this forgotten fringe-of-show biz encounter in context. From Jayne Mansfield: The Girl Couldn’t Help It (2021) by Eve Golden: 

“In May 1964 Jayne signed (at $4,000 a week) to bring two of Marilyn Monroe’s movie roles to the stage: the pathetic nightclub singer Cherie in Bus Stop (first played onstage by Kim Stanley in 1955) and wide-eyed gold digger Lorelei Lee in the 1949 musical Gentlemen Prefer Blondes (originated on Broadway by Carol Channing). Bus Stop, written by William Inge, required heavy-duty acting and Gentlemen Prefer Blondes required heavy-duty singing (“A Little Girl from Little Rock” and the anthem “Diamonds Are a Girl’s Best Friend” among other songs – most of which were cut from the 1953 movie version). Jayne needed a good director; her acting ranged from brilliant to amateurish depending on the script and director she was handed. Bus Stop and Gentlemen Prefer Blondes had good scripts, so she set about interviewing potential directors. Finding a seasoned professional who was willing to do summer stock might not be easy. Jayne was lucky, finding twenty-eight-year-old New Yorker Matt Cimber in her first round of interviews.” 

At the time, Mansfield was still married to Mickey Hargitay. Cimber would soon become Mansfield’s third and final husband. Her leading man (playing the part of Bo Decker) was Stephen Brooks. Hargitay was cast in a smaller role as the bus driver. Also in the cast: Ann B Davis (aka Alice the housekeeper from TV sitcom The Brady Bunch). “Jayne was not as advertised,” Davis would rage years later. “She was huge drunk. Bipolar. Unprofessional. And any claims that she was a genius - ha! She was about as bright as a chalkboard. Dumb as sin! She was not educated by any definition. She was a blowzy alcoholic. She could barely read lines and was awful to the rest of the cast and crew.” In case anyone missed the point, Davis continued, “She was vulgar, obscene and pathetic … that girl was a dark monster!” While touring Bus Stop, Mansfield told a reporter, “Right now we’re trying to arrange a 15-week tour with Cat on a Hot Tin Roof.” The mind reels imagining Mansfield interpreting Tennessee Williams’ “Maggie the Cat”!

#jayne mansfield #ann b davis #the brady bunch #bus stop #lobotomy room #mickey hargitay #sex kitten gone berserk #kitsch #william inge

[such-a-barbarian]

@lupeloto tagged me in this a few days ago, but the holidays have kept me rather busy, so here I am many days late. 📺favorite tv show? Like ever? Probably Gilmore Girls.

🕴️ favorite character? Queen among Queens Emily Gilmore.

💋favorite relationship in the show? As much as I love Luke and Lorelei, my fav couple is definitely Paris and Doyle - the perfect comic pairing.

👯‍♂️fav sibling relationship in the show? I guess it has to be Luke and Liz because are there any other siblings on Gilmore girls?! I literally can’t think of any others. Luke and Liz are great though!!

🎨favorite art form? Musical Theatre, baby!

⚡️a talent you wish you had? I really wish I could play an instrument

☀️what is one thing that can always make your day better? A hug from my kiddos

🎬favorite fictional character of all time? How does one choose?! Probably Roger from Rent. I want to both be him and marry him.

🌅dream place to travel to? Scotland is next on my bucket list.

🎈you’re planning a huge party, what’s the theme? Musical themed. Everyone is dressed as their favourite theatre character and everyone is just as obsessed with musical theatre as I am and we end the night with a massive belt-along.

🍕favorite pizza topping of all time? My family is from Windsor, ON so IYKYK. (Psst. It’s shredded pepperoni).

🥂you can pick ONE celebrity to have dinner with…who? Aaron Tveit. I’d just make him sing at me the whole time.

🎥favorite movie that you kinda know is bad but you still love? Hot Rod. I’m a sucker for all things Lonely Island.

👖how would you describe your style? Tired mom. Aka: leggings, oversized sweatshirts, and ill fitting jeans (only if I have to).

🖤finally, something making you smile this week? Watching my kid enjoy the magic of Santa was really something.

Not gonna tag anyone since I’m rather late, but if you see this and want to play along please consider this your tag!

#tag game #gallavich #late to the game