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thebowieconstricker · 4 months

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Stagedoor Sparks! (Matthew Patel x Reader) ✨🔥🔱

AN: OH MY GOODNESS YOU GUYS WERE FEELING THIS ONE OKAY-

I’m so glad to see people hyped up for my pathetic pirate boy. Please enjoy and if this goes well I may turn it into a series lol

We’ve got a gender neutral reader, idiots in love, I saw someone say pathetic x pathetic and YES, theater kid lingo, mild swearing, and your favorite cutie pie. ⚠️Also, this is heavily based on Scott Pilgrim Takes Off, so spoiler warnings for that if you haven’t seen it! ⚠️ Enjoy!

“Scott Pilgrim’s Precious Little Musical”, was what the bright lights of the massive sign on your local theater boasted. Recently, your coworker Julie had been telling you about the ridiculous life of this ‘Scott Pilgrim’, ranting about the conga line of characters that filled his (frankly, pathetic sounding) existence. She had also alerted you to this… musical. A musical that had been written about his life.

You sighed to yourself and adjusted your bag. Making your way to the golden, elaborately designed doors, just barely dodging all the paparazzi (why was there so much paparazzi?), you somehow successfully made your way into the main lobby of the theatre. Ivory and gold filled your vision as you observed the plush red carpet that lined each of the three floors. You had visited this theater before, and it’s gorgeous grandeur never failed to amaze you.

Now, you did not at all care about this guy. Yes, you had been silently internalizing every minuscule part of this random guy’s daily shenanigans, but that was because you were being a good friend to Julie! This Scott guy seemed like a tool, and you weren't particularly interested in listening to a…?

You checked the playbill the usher had just handed you.

…THREE HOUR MUSICAL?!? You almost started laughing right there.

But anyways, you weren’t here for this Scott guy.

You were here for musical theater. You had always been drawn to the fantastical world of lights and costumes and music. Plus, this was a community production with actors from Toronto, and you were always happy to support your local theater kids.

As you finally made your way to your seat, you sat down in the plush red chairs and opened your playbill to the cast section. You didn’t see any names you recognized, but one stood out to you.

Matthew Patel - Scott Pilgrim

Obviously, Scott Pilgrim was the lead role, but what really caught your attention was the picture attached to the name. Matthew Patel, you respectfully observed, was mad cute.

The lights suddenly began to dim and you settled in for whatever was in store, keeping a keen eye out for this ‘Matthew Patel’.

~~~ Holy shit, this is the best thing you’ve ever seen.

From the moment Matthew Patel walked onstage, you were absolutely smitten. He wore a bright orange wig that clashed horrendously with his dark skin, and an oversized jacket, but he was the hottest thing you had ever seen. Also, holy shit, Matthew Patel could sing. From the first line, you were completely enraptured by his high tenor belting. As you watched him onstage, you saw literal sparks in his eyes, his excitement and passion for the stage radiating off of him.

At the curtain call, you stood and enthusiastically clapped for each of the cast members, but hooped and hollered for Matthew especially. Even though you knew he couldn’t see you from the stage, you found yourself blushing at the thought of him looking at you.

That’s when it hit you: You’ve gotta book it to stage door to meet this guy.

~~~ Matthew Patel was completely exhausted. As the curtains flew closed, he sighed and turned around to smile at his cast mates. Although he was drained by his performance, he always took this opportunity at the end of a show to look to his fellow caste mates.

And hopefully someone would invite him with their group to an after show dinner.

He walked through the crowd, giving pats on the back and thumbs ups as he made his way to his dressing room. Lots of smiles, lots of “great job!”’s but… no invitations.

Slamming the door to his room he quickly took of his wig and put on his regular clothes, deciding that he would take off his stage makeup at home (aka the makeup he regularly wore but no one cared enough to know that). His room had a window where he could look down at the stagedoor line, the line that had been non-existent since opening night. He didn’t take it personally, since this musical was for a very specific audience of people and he understood that outside of them, no one knew or cared who Scott Pilgrim was. But still, he was onstage. He was singing and dancing and his art was being celebrated. Yes, he was lonely, still, but life wasn’t too bad right now.

As he did every day, he quickly glanced out his window to check for audience members at stage door and, sure enough, no one-

Wait-

Someone was there?

He did a double take and physically walked to the window, his hands placed against the glass and his now quickening breath creating a fog.

SOMEONE WAS THERE??!?!?

From high up in his dressing room, he saw a small figure holding the bright red playbill of his show. They seemed to be moving back and forth on their feet, bouncing excitedly. From so high up he couldn’t see their expression, but could make out what he thought was a smile.

He broke out into a wide smile. Running around his room, gathering his things and throwing them into his backpack, only one thought raced through his mind: He had to get down there.

~~~ As you waited, the cold Toronto air stung against your flushed cheeks. You were still high on endorphins from the show, the songs already worming their way into your head as you tapped your feet in anticipation.

Suddenly, and without warning, a man burst out of the dark black door you were waiting out, out of breath and panting. He was so hellbent on running out the door that he ran right into you, knocking you over!

“AH-“, you both made the same sound as you fell, the man directly on top of you.

“Oh- apologies, ma’am, I uh-“

You would have said a number of rude things to this man but, seeing his face, you were starstruck.

“Matthew Patel?”

His eyes widened in shock. Carefully, he got off of you and onto his knee in front of you. Gently, he took your hand and pulled you up, the both of you now back on your feet.

“You know me?”

You couldn’t help but notice the faint blush on his cheeks.

“Of course! Well- I mean, you know, you’re Scott Pilgrim! You were absolutely incredible up there, just amazing! My jaw was the floor the whole time! I mean, your voice and your dancing and the fight scenes-“

As you rambled on and on, Matthew was unable to snap himself out of the trance you had put him in. Visually, you were breathtaking, so much so he didn’t know how he had ever found anyone else attractive. But more so, you were genuinely complimenting him. He was never complimented on his theater work. He’d get the rare one from his cast mates, but never an outside fan.

Noticing his silence, you suddenly stopped talking.

“Sorry, I don’t mean to rant, it’s just- one theater kid to another, you were so amazing.”

He shook his head at your apology. “No, don’t be sorry. You’re- you’re very kind. Thank you. And I’m sorry again for… running you over.”

You laughed- a leitmotif to rival Sondheims to Matthew’s ears- and looked at him with a goofy grin.

“Would you sign my playbill?”

“Would you like to have dinner tonight?”

The two of you spoke at the same time, and one’s question made the other blush furiously. Matthew’s entire body tensed in embarrassment that he had been bold enough to ask you out like this, not even knowing your name.

You were absolutely over the moon.

“I- uh- yes. Yes, I would love to.”

Your smile got impossibly wider, and the sparks in Matthew’s eyes that you had noted during his performance returned. With a huge grin, he reached out his hand to take your playbill. You handed it to him and a marker appeared in his other hand as he quickly scribbled his signature.

“What’s your name?”

You told him and his blush deepened. He turned back to the playbill and scribbled a bit more, then handed it to you. You squeaked in excitement and looked at what he had written.

To my biggest fan,

(Y/N)

Looking back up at him, you were certain this was the start of something new.

“So… do you like Italian?”

~~~ HEY MATTHEW FANS TAKE THIS FIC! GO, FETCH! This’ll make a lot more sense if you like musicals, so have fun! Like I said at the start, if y’all want more and I’m feeling up to it, I’ll write more! Happy holidays, folks!

#scott pilgrim takes off #scott pilgrim #matthew patel x reader #matthew patel #scott pilgrim anime #Matthew Patel my beloved

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bellaxisworld · 2 months

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february 10, @jegulus-microfic word prompt: violin. word count: 625.

Regulus had learned, from a very young age, to be modest and shy, to never gloat, to bring as little attention to himself as possible, to hide in the shadows, to disappear, and to avoid disrupting. He learned that his opinions were worthless, and that it was better if he was quiet, obedient. An emotionless, robot statue that could only say yes, papa or yes, maman. He learned that this was the quickest way to appease his parents when they were prone to violence against a six year old.

Be quiet. Don’t draw attention. Go unnoticed.

This was how he stayed safe.

And, now—standing and sweating in front of an entirely full theater audience, gripping his violin like a lifeline, he was desperate to revert to the safety of his childhood philosophy.

Be quiet. Don’t draw attention. Go unnoticed.

Unfortunately, he’d invested far too much into this concert to turn back now. Regulus allowed himself a millisecond to panic, and in this fraction of a second, he thought of the sun.

Or, more accurately, he thought of his sun: James Potter.

James spent months convincing Regulus that yes, baby, this concert is a wonderful idea. Regulus, darling, you’re so talented, you have to share your music with the world. Sweetheart, everyone will love you. Reg, you’ll make people happy, and more importantly, you’ll make you happy. James Potter was the brightest star Regulus could have ever dreamed of catching. He was witty, and kind and gentle, and he had the biggest heart. He was enthusiastic, and lovely, and he was Regulus’ greatest weakness. Regulus would have collapsed into an anxious puddle forever after his first panic-breakdown over the concert—if it weren’t for James. Playing the violin was Regulus’ second favorite thing in the world(just a smidge behind James), and it made him happy, and he was good at playing. He knew he would sell out theaters and it would grant him quite a bit of attention.

And that was the issue.

Regulus had spent years and years training himself to disappear. Now, he was granted the opportunity to be somebody, to do something, and Regulus didn't know how to choose something for himself for once.

But, he did. He chose himself, and he chose his passion, and now, he was panicking in front of a full audience, which could have ended in disaster—if not for James.

James sat in the front row, blinding smile bright and relaxed as he looked at Regulus. He had unwavering faith in him. James radiated warmth, and love, and pride. He was so proud of Regulus. So Regulus looked at him, eyes shining as he gathered his courage, and he smiled down at James. James’ smile softened—because he always understood. He nodded at Regulus, an encouraging motion, and mouthed, You got this.

Regulus was most thankful for James because James always reminded him that he needed to put himself first sometimes(it was an equal exchange—Regulus constantly reminded James to be a little selfish).

Regulus nodded and took some strength from James, his pride and his courage, his unconditional faith in Regulus, and breathed.

He picked up his violin, hands steady, and he played, loud and unashamed and beautiful. He played for himself, and he played for James, and he played for everyone who still believed it was better to disappear. He played with his whole heart, and he was magnificent.

He received a standing ovation, and the first thing he did following his bow was run right into James’ arms, smiling so hard it hurt. James was so proud of him, and showered him with love, but most importantly—Regulus was proud of himself, and he promised to never again dim his own light to make others more comfortable.

also found on ao3(multi-chapter microfic WIP): february, i'm yours.

#jegulus #jegulus microfic #jegulus au #james potter #regulus black #starchaser #sunseeker #marauders #the marauders #marauders era #marauders harry potter #hp marauders #ao3 #fanfiction #marauders fanfic #marauders fanfiction #bellaxis microfic #bella writes

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stevethehairington · 1 year

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Steve sits in his car, parked outside of the Hawkins High theater room as he waits for his begrudgingly favorite group of gremlins to come spilling out of the building and pile into his backseat (and argue about the front seat too) so he can drive them home after their Dorks & Doofuses, or whatever it's called, club.

It, technically, ends at six, but it usually takes them a while to pack up all their shit (and who knew a nerd game could have more equipment than most sports?). Plus they love to linger after to try and weasel hints about future sessions out of their Nerd King or whatever he's called and start strategizing for next time. Steve always tells them not to dawdle, they've got curfews and he's got parents to keep happy, but they never listen.

He glances down at his watch right as the little hands ticks past the three. Any minute now. At least that's what he hopes, anyways.

ABBA's playing through the tape deck, and Steve absentmindedly taps along as the opening bars of Gimme Gimme Gimme fill the car. He hums the tune through the first verse and turns it up just as it starts to gear up for the chorus.

And then, as if on cue, right as that chorus hits, right as Agnetha and Anni-Frid start to ask for their man after midnight, the doors of the theater room go flying open.

And out walks — nay, saunters — the prettiest boy that Steve has ever laid eyes on. Dressed in a tantalizing mix of leather and denim, he's got his head thrown back in a bright, beautiful laugh (loud enough to hear even over the music, and jesus, it sounds even better than the song), his long, wild curls fanning out around his face and shoulders, and the most gorgeous, easy smile pulling at his mouth and baring all of his teeth.

There's not a soul out there, ABBA sings, no one to hear my prayer.

But boy oh boy are they wrong. Steve didn't send out any prayers, but there sure as shit is a soul out there. Traipsing through the Hawkins High parking lot like he owns the place, throwing his arms and hands around in erratic, enthusiastic gestures, walking backwards towards a beat up old van in the back.

And Steve can't look away.

It's almost embarrassing how caught up he gets in staring at this boy, because he doesn't even register the kids trailing out behind him, or how they've finally made it to his car until the doors are wrenched open none too carefully and their raucous bickering bursts through the bubble.

Dustin slides into the front seat and slams the door behind him, and Steve's attention is momentarily stolen from the pretty boy as he slips into the familiar song and dance that is chastising Dustin for his lack of respect for Steve's things and volleying back at the snarky remarks he gets in return.

"Later dweebs!" Interrupts a smooth, lilting voice from outside and every pair of eyes in the car (including Steve's, especially Steve's) snap towards the source. The pretty boy stands in the open door of his van with a broad smirk and a hand stuck up in a sedentary wave.

The kids all chorus their goodbyes and wave back, and Steve — ingloriously, embarrassingly, mortifyingly — gives a wave of his own.

The pretty boy notices, because of course he does, and his grin sharpens. He adds an extra flutter of his fingertips as he meets Steve's eyes directly.

Steve flushes all the way up to his roots and immediately tears his gaze away, drops his hand to the wheel, and clears his throat. "Alright," he says, sounding a bit pinched. "Buckle up shitheads," he adds and hopes that none of the excruciatingly nosy children in his car noticed any of that.

He doesn't even know how to begin explaining any of that to the kids. He doesn't even know how to being explaining any of this to himself.

Steve waits for the sound of three distinct clicks, then shifts the car into drive and eases off of the break. As he heads towards the parking lot exit, Steve spares one last fleeting glance to the pretty boy getting smaller and smaller in his rear view mirror.

Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight, take me through the darkness to the break of the day.

The song — which Steve is absolutely going to have stuck in his head for days now, just like a certain boy that will absolutely be stuck in his head for days (and weeks, and months, and—) — fades to it's end, but this? This is only just the beginning.

This is the beginning of Steve Harrington's big huge crush on one Eddie Munson.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #mack writes #listen one day i had the VERY DISTINCT image of eddie getting a Hot Girl Entrance to gimme gimme gimme by abba #while steve watches on and has his WHOLE ENTIRE BRAIN REWIRED AS A RESULT #and i just had to give it to him i just HAD to #call this Moments Before Big Bisexual Disaster™️#macks ficlets

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yzy-dragon · 8 months

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I absolutely ADORED S2E9 "Three Stories" of Link Click and was a bit surprised to see the discontent here on Tumblr, and I totally understand the reasons why people didn't like it, especially in the context of the pacing of the rest of S2 (which I also have some opinions on but I won't talk about that here), but I also felt the need to just get my heart out why I love it so much. A bit of background, I'm Chinese American but have lived in and visited China numerous times.

Music and theater. As a western classical musician and an amateur Chinese opera singer enthusiast (I saw someone else post about the possible inspo this episode got from Chinese opera), I VIBED with the artistic direction of this episode SO much. The three-part structure was almost like a sonata/symphony (and remember that one scene where Qian Jin was air-conducting in a previous episode!!) or scene changes in a Chinese opera. Nothing needs to be said about the animation style that hasn't been said already, but I like how scenes from the three individual "stories" were interwoven and reused like leitmotifs. Especially that crazy, tortured laughter. Idk if any of the parallels were intentional on the part of the director, but it's what I got from it due to my personal experiences. I know that's a highly subjective takeaway though, which brings me to my next point....

Qian Jin's "tragic" backstory. I know a lot of people were upset that the extent of Qian Jin's tragic backstory was "oh his wife cheated on him", but I think the "basicness" of his struggles was the whole point (by the way, this segment displayed various attitudes towards work, family, marriage, individual pride, and life in mainland China so subtly but so well!). I also don't think sympathy was the main thing we were supposed to feel for him, although of course there is some. The whole "tragicomedy" aspect of Qian Jin's story is that it's not some horrible, terrible, rare thing that happened to him, but a common problem faced by so many hardworking but busy married men trying to provide for their families: infidelity. But Qian Jin sees himself as the main character of an elaborate play that rivals the great dramatic classics (which, funnily enough, often depicted very DRAMATIZED versions of a rather basic series of events). And his viewpoint is validated when....

Qian Jin meets the twins. That segment is still largely from Qian Jin's perspective, because we still don't really know how LTC and LTX even feel about him. But for Qian Jin, it's a stroke of fate and fortune that could only possibly happen in theater. He's very far removed from reality at this point. Reality is that a cop whose job it is to investigate violent crime comes across two kids who are the victims of a violent crime. Again, nothing particularly special or even coincidential. It's comical like that.

The fairy tale section. Unlike the first two, I think this segment is from Xixi’s perspective, which not only justifies the cartoony artstyle but also makes it heartbreaking, due to her childlike innocence. Like Qian Jin, she also perceives her reality as something it’s not, but unlike him, she doesn’t have delusions of grandeur of being a tragic protagonist. It’s just a little fox trying to survive in a forest full of predators and hunters.

All that tortured laughter. I’ve actually noticed in a lot of Chinese media that they like to use laughter as a way of signifying a person’s complete mental breakdown due to the tragedies they’ve suffered. It’s a very internal thing that has people on the outside going, “WTF?” In this episode we have a lot of characters crazily laughing together at the same time and it seems like they’re relating to each other, but in reality they’re all trapped in their own nightmarish hells and motivated by selfish purposes.

Back to the topic of Qian Jin, even though he (innaccurately) may see himself as the hero of his own story, it's not enough for him. He wants to use Cheng Xiaoshi to change the past. He wants to become the director of the play.

I know a lot of people were disappointed this episode didn't advance the plot, especially in regard to Cheng Xioashi and Lu Guang's storylines, but I was actually prepared for a backstory episode and couldn't have been more satisfied. Again, I have other opinions on the rest of S2 but at least standalone, I think this episode was nearly perfect. And I really wasn't expecting this, but it's really elevated Qian Jin to one of my top characters.

#link click #shiguang daili ren #long post #link click season 2 #qian jin #li tianchen #li tianxi #cheng xiaoshi #lu guang #most artistic episode #I stan!

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femdomdiaries · 5 months

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Can I request a jealous sesshomaru with an oblivious s/o? Thank you

Jealous!Sub!Sess x Oblivious!Reader

A/N: Made it a 1k fic since this is my first ask. Wasn’t too sure about where to go with it so feel free to request the same prompt again with more details. I could see this working better with a dom sess but we don’t do that here.

Warnings: profanity, a little violence in the end, dumb plot, unnamed OC used as plot device, no smut just fluff, i did research for this smh

Synopsis: You and Sesshomaru go to see a play.

Spoiler Synopsis: You get hit on by an actor and Sess feels some type of way about it. While being unaware of his internal conflict, you manage to ease his concerns.

After expressing your desire to watch a movie with Sesshomaru, you then mentally facepalm, because why would a demon from the feudal era know what that is? You try to explain television, but eventually give up and resort to calling it mini musical theater.

Sess nods at that description thoughtfully, "Kabuki. That is one way humans entertain themselves here. I've encountered it a few times."

"Let's go to one, then," you suggest. "I'm craving some medieval Hamilton."

"Hamilton? You are... hungry?"

"Nah, Hamilton isn't food. Food for the soul, maybe."

He doesn't question you or your obscure references further. He ends up taking you to a Kabuki near a human village, and soon you are seated amongst a crowd, directly in front of a colorful stage with extravagant decor and lighting. On stage, there are actors in colorful costumes and makeup, performing a historic drama. To the side, live music is being played by performers with drums, flutes, and other instruments.

Even though you're seated in the back, with all of the lower class citizens, during the show you somehow manage catch the attention of one of the performers. The individual, who's playing the lead role as a heroic samurai, locks eyes with you instead of his co-actor as he's saying his lines. "As cherry blossoms fall, so do my defenses in the face of your grace, for in this battlefield of the heart, it is your love that I am sworn to defend."

You clap and cheer, mainly because you know you're being watched. Internally, you're thinking, 'what a corny ass line. This show is good but it ain't got shit on Lin-Manuel Miranda. And why is he staring at me like that? Can he tell I'm not from around here? If I cheer louder will he stop?'

But Sesshomaru can't read your thoughts. All he sees is you clapping and cheering and grinning enthusiastically back at the actor. He stiffens in place, narrowing his gaze at the man on stage. It was hardly a performance worthy of your praise. Sure, in the story being told, the samurai had slain a powerful foe and won a great battle. But Sesshomaru had slain numerous foes and won countless battles, and none of them were imaginary. How was such an insignificant being earning your attention?

His jaw clenches in annoyance as the actor winks at you. Your response, to Sesshomaru's dismay, is louder cheering. He debates whether or not to express his concerns, but you seem to be having such a good time and he doesn't want to ruin that for you with his...

...insecurities? Is that what these thoughts were? This was not becoming of the Lord of the Western Lands. Could this be one of the ways he was inferior to this mortal? Were you able to sense that, is that why you were so passionate with your cheering? Were you going to replace him because he was expressing vulnerability?

Suddenly, he feels the warmth of your hand around his as you thread his fingers with yours in one smooth motion.

"It's okay," you say in a comforting tone, "it's not real. Those guys can't hurt you."

Hurt him? He realizes that while you had correctly identified that he was experiencing fear, you had mistakenly thought it was due to the scene taking place on stage. The samurai was facing a terrifying beast and it was not looking good for him. Scared of a mortal in a costume? Sesshomaru almost scoffs at that thought. But then you bring his arm closer to stroke it soothingly, and you murmur words of reassurance that quiet his thoughts, and he swears if he were standing his knees would have buckled. He grips your hand tighter.

When the show ends, he's quick to try and lead you away. Right now, nothing else matters, he just wants to be alone with you. But that doesn't happen, because the path ends up blocked by the very actor that had been flirting with you from on stage. He's out of costume and make up now, but you still recognize him easily.

"I'm glad I caught you before you left. I just couldn't help but admire your beauty from afar."

"Hey," you greet him, a bit too enthusiastically for Sesshomaru's taste, "Thanks? I loved your show."

Sess’s heart rate picks up as his invasive thoughts begin spiraling again. He's unsure as to how you can tell, but you stroke the back of his hand assuringly with your thumb.

"I'm glad," the actor replies. "You must have very good taste. I imagine your companion does as well."

Sesshomaru doesn't answer, so you answer for him. "Yeah, he loved the show. The last scene frightened him a bit but he's okay now."

Sess stiffens.

"I see. Don't worry, my friend. At the end of the day it's all just smoke and mirrors."

"Yeah, that's what I've been saying. It's not comparable to the real thing."

"And what would such a delicate flower such as yourself know about the real thing, hmm?"

"Come again?"

"I can tell you've never been in battle, you have the most pristine features."

"That's not true, actually. I've been in plenty of fights."

The actor laughs, "Oh, don't tell me this demon makes you fight his battles?"

Whatever insecurity Sesshomaru had been facing, it’s instantly overshadowed by his pride. He moves forward with hostility, but you squeeze his hand tighter and hold him in place. Your own patience wears thin and your resting bitch face returns. "No, he doesn’t. We're both capable of handling ourselves, thank you very much."

"You shouldn't have to handle yourself," the actor replies. He's managed to close the rest of the distance himself and is now too close for comfort. He takes your free hand and kisses it gently. "I can take care of you. You deserve better than a coward for a partner."

Sesshomaru bares his fangs but your reaction is quicker. You knee the man directly in the face, resulting in a satisfying crunch.

"Ow, my nose!" He falls to his knees, clutching his face. "You bitch! You broke my nose!"

"Learn some manners, dipshit. And put some ice on that. Let’s go, Sess.”

And you both walk away together, leaving the actor kneeling there.

#sub sesshomaru #sub sesshoumaru #sub!sesshoumaru #sub!sesshomaru #dom!reader #dom reader #sub!character #sub character #sub!sess #jealous!sesshomaru #oblivious!reader #🐝 Requests

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polishedtaylor · 3 months

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Dance With You Tonight - Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Authors Note: Idk who will all read this but hello, I'm Maddie! And welcome to my first written fic ever!! Pls do not judge if this is badly written😭 I would like to thank @punkshort for giving me the confidence for getting this actually written and beta-ing and this and giving me feedback. Much love and enjoy reading! xoxo

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Synopsis: You were training and studying to become a professional ballet dancer, until fate had other plans. Leaving you crushed and headed into a new career path. Becoming a dance teacher, a way of keeping dance in your life. Still in the process of healing, you meet Joel Miller. A single dad working as a contractor, trying to make his little girl happy by signing her up for dance lessons. Guarded when you first meet him, he teaches you to love a way you haven't before.

Chapter warnings: Some swearing but that's it for now. Lightly edited. No Y/N

Chapter 1 - Beautiful Stranger (wordcount: 1.5k)

Dancing was your passion, you had been doing it your entire life. It was clear from the start when your mom took you to see your first professional ballet performance. The costumes, the subtle movements and the rhythm of the music. Setting a goal from when you were just a kid, dreaming you would make it as a ballerina. It was easy to say that dance was your calling, being said from dance instructors. And even being accepted into The Boston Ballet. You had a bright future of dance ahead, you could picture it then. Being on a stage, the bright lights focused on only you. Where you danced for a full audience in a theater.

Unfortunately right out of graduating, those dreams came crashing to a halt. It was all because of the accident. It kept you from your training, and not being able to keep up with your dance peers.

You felt there was no direction your life was going anymore, when you had moved back home to Texas to heal, where there was nothing to keep you busy. Then, Miss Beatrice’s dance works came into motion. You were given an opportunity to teach childrens beginners ballet. Your parents urged you to do something productive like this. Thinking you might as well keep some part of dancing in your life, you accepted.

You were playing the light piano music from your phone, and faced the bright eyed little kids. First practice of the season always seemed to go smoothly. Some were not as excited to be there as others, but nonetheless, you began instruction. Introducing them to the basics, the 5 basic positions. And had them walk across the room doing different movements with their arms.

Then you hear the metal door suddenly open, looking away from your students, you see a broad frame with a duffel bag shoved in his left hand and rushing his daughter to sit on the chair to slip her ballet shoes on.

“Um pardon the interruption…” he said sincerely. You stop your teaching to smile and walk out of the studio and into the waiting room.

“That's alright…we aren’t even ten minutes in.” you waved him off, and eyes wandered to the curly haired girl rushing in the waiting room.

‘Keep on practicing the positions girls..” you say as you walk out the door to greet the dad. You look over to the girl and smile. “You must be Sarah.” You say she nods enthusiastically and beams. “I’m Joel, Sarah’s dad” he introduced himself, holding his hand out for you to take it. His hands were calloused but felt comforting, different from your delicate hand. You could almost feel your breath hitch. “Sorry for bein’ late for the first practice… I was behind at work and was in rush gettin’ home to pick her up.” he said with a sincere face. You examine his features, dark brown eyes that look like they've seen a lot. And lines that were deepening on his forehead.

You introduce yourself and continue to reassure him. “Again it is no problem at all, just as long as you don't make it a habit.” you tease lightly. He chuckles and runs his hand through his hair. He looks around to see the other parents of the dancers getting agitated, which you notice and realize you need to continue class. “Well Joel, if you aren't busy you are welcome to sit on the bench and watch.” you smile and fold your two hands together. He did just that and took a breath, placing his hands on his knees. “C’mon Sarah, let’s head in.” she skips behind you and you shut the door behind. You gave a warm smile and had her stand at the bar with the others.

Class then resumes and you catch Sarah up. Joel watches your softness teaching, and your gentle movements as you demonstrated to the peaceful music. Standing on your tiptoes and raising your arms, Joel notices the happiness in your eyes right away. It's as if you entered a completely different reality. He appreciates watching you helping Sarah when she was struggling. Urging her to take a deep breath when she got frustrated.

Time passed and class ended, the kids rushing out to their parents and babbling. You walk behind them and walk to the desk in the studio office, grabbing papers and handing them to Joel. You were giving him the rundown of fundraising for the studio, and telling him that you needed Sarah's clothing size for therecital costume. You smiled as you saw him struggling to keep a note of all the important things, but he wanted to know and stay involved as much as possible for his kid. He smirked and held the papers up. “You got it.” He then found Sarah, and you waved as they walked out the door with the other families.

After the studio was cleared for the evening, you collected your bag and water bottle. Then you walked out of the building.

Unlocking your apartment door you took a deep breath. Not even wanting to think about dinner, you plopped yourself on your couch. Then dialed the nearby Chinese place a few blocks from your place on your phone. Deciding to order takeout, seems like the easiest choice, you think to yourself.

While waiting for your food you got up and prepared a side salad for yourself in your tiny kitchen. Then rested your elbow on the counter and scrolled through your missed calls. A few being from your mom, shit. You then decide to call her tomorrow, it has already been a long day. Along with wanting to start choreographing the recital dance, even though it would be months away, you still wanted to feel on top of things.

A few hours then passed, and the discarded chinese boxes were still on your coffee table. You had your laptop laying on your chest as you focused. Then looking at the time you groan, placing your laptop at the edge of the couch. You then sit up and stretch, and get ready for bed.

You are now snuggled into the soft duvet and your head resting on your pillow. Your mind wandering in your pool of thoughts as you try to sleep. You cannot help but keep thinking of Joel. Something about him made you want to learn more.

A few days pass and you are currently in between classes, so you took a break in your office. Typing away on your computer, replying to emails sent by parents, and filling out papers for Miss Beatrice, who owns the studio.

Completely focused on your work, there was a light knock on your door. Startled out of your trance, you looked up. It was Joel, who had a nervous smile as he held his hand up to wave.

“Hope m’ not interruptin’ anything?” he says cautiously. You shake your head, close your laptop and tuck a piece of your hair behind your ear. “Not at all, Mr. Miller. Come on in.” you give a warm smile and gesture for him to sit down at the seat across from your desk. He does so and sits himself down and clears his throat. “None of that, please…Mr. Miller is my father.” he teases. You smile and begin talking again, “Alright then, Joel. What can I help you with?” you smile.

He shifts in his seat and rubs the back of his neck. You could tell something was bothering him. “Sarah has been talkin’ about starting dance lessons for a while now, and I’m excited I was able to get her here.” You nod, and Joel continues talking. “The problem is that I had no idea how much this would cost..” he slightly chuckles.

“Joel, we are very flexible with our parents. We even offer all sorts of different sorts of payment plans.” you explain. He slowly nods and gives a sigh of relief. “And I will do everything I can to help you guys...Sarah is a really bright student. I would hate to see her leave.” you say sincerely.

“Thank you very much.” he says. “Really means a lot..what you say ‘bout Sarah.” he says proudly. There's a beat of silence between Joel and you. Next thing you know you’re looking in your desk drawer for a sticky note. Scribbling down your number on the piece of paper and slide it across to him. He takes it and examines it. “What’s this?” he drawls.

“It’s my phone number, in case you have any more questions for me.” you smile. He nods with a smile. “I really wish I could help you more today, but I have another class that starts in a few minutes.” you say. Joel then stands up and puts the piece of paper in his back jean pocket. He then follows you out of the office, and you open the door. Noticing him gently placing his hand on the small of your back.

After you both say final goodbyes, you take a deep breath. Watching him exit the building you turn around. It's okay, It's okay, you give all the parents your phone number. You think to yourself. Your mind was churning. You enter the studio and begin warming up and greet the students as they walk in.

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Neon Lights - [ Yang Jeongin ]

🩷 SYNOPSIS : Jeongin always believed he'd meet the love of his life in a place like the movie theaters or somewhere romantic. Not in a frat party when he wasn't exactly sober. You were a sight to behold underneath the neon lights, leaving him to want more than just a taste.

GENRE : fluff, college!au, strangers to potential lovers

PAIRING : yang jeongin × f!reader

CONTENT WARNING : alcohol, swearing, frat party

WORD COUNT : 2.5K

AUTHOR'S NOTE : This is my last one-shot for the Valentines collab with @stayconnecteed . I had so much fun writing these with you Mars <3

The fraternity house buzzed with energy as Yang Jeongin stepped through the doorway, his senses immediately assaulted by a cacophony of sound and a wave of heat. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and alcohol, the bass of the music reverberating through the floorboards and rattling his bones. He wasn't your average party enthusiast — the loud music, the crowded spaces, the overwhelming sensory overload always left him feeling more out of place than ever. But tonight was different. Tonight, he was determined to break free from the confines of his comfort zone, to embrace the chaos and the excitement of college life.

As he made his way through the endless crowd of college students, Jeongin couldn't help but feel a sense of anxiety mingled with anticipation. This was unfamiliar territory for him — a world of social hierarchies and unspoken rules that he had never quite managed to navigate.

His friend Changbin was the complete opposite of him. Everyone knew him as the life of any party and the starter of most. Even now, Jeongin caught sight of him playing beer pong with a couple of other guys. He was just about to go over to them squeezing past the dancing people and barely managed to keep his toes stepped on by stilettos thrice. He grabbed a cup of beer from a passing tray, trying to loosen himself up.

Amidst the sea of faces, one stood out like a beacon in the night — a girl with eyes that sparkled like stars and a smile that could light up the darkest of rooms. You moved with a grace and confidence that Jeongin found mesmerizing, your laughter cutting through the din like a melody in the chaos. He paused his movements, staying rooted in the place he was so he wouldn't lose sight of you. For a moment, time seemed to stand still as your eyes met his from across the crowded room, a silent exchange passing between the two of you like a whisper in the wind.

It was love at first sight — he knew it. He was drinking up the sight of you living your life with the dopiest smile on his face. The song that was blasting in full volume started to fade away as his vision tunneled on you and only you. He didn't know your name or what major you were in, but he was drunkenly in love. It was almost stupid to think about how hard he fell in a span of a few minutes.

With a newfound sense of purpose, Jeongin made his way towards you, his heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and nerves. He had never been one for bold gestures or grand displays of affection, but tonight felt different — tonight, he was determined to take a chance, to seize the opportunity before it slipped through his fingers.

As he reached your side, he cleared his throat, his voice barely above a whisper in the chaos of the party. “Hey,” he said, his words tinged with uncertainty. “Would you, uh, like to dance?”

To his relief, you smiled, a warm, genuine smile that made his heart soar. Sure, you reeked of beer and he knew you weren't exactly sober, but the simple act of nodding made his breath hitch. “I'd love to,” you replied, your voice soft but sure. You pulled him away from the people you were previously with and to the middle of the messing arranged dance floor. His attention was briefly diverted to Chan, another friend of his, who was currently grinding on the floor. His brows furrowed in concern and second hand embarrassment, quickly putting his focus onto you. Jeongin grabbed a cup from a person walking by with a tray, gulping it down in one go and cringed at the sting in his throat. He wasn't going to be able to do this without a little more alcohol in his system.

Your hands were a perfect fit in his as you swayed to the music. It was like second nature to you. The neon lights all around made the moment even better. The environment of the place being a frat party drowned out and it was just the two of you. He was almost jealous when a friend of yours pried you away from him and he was pushed into the chaos that he somehow managed to navigate and end up at the beer pong table.

You were on his mind the rest of the night and the following night as well. He needed to know who you were. He needed to see you. His prayers were answered when you walked into class a few days later, bag carelessly slung over your shoulder as you texted someone on your phone. How had he not seen you before? Jeongin watched you walk to a group of people he supposed were your friends.

“Jeongin —” Changbin hit his friend on his shoulder. “Can you stop gawking at Y/n and listen to what I'm saying?”

“Her name's Y/n?”

“That's your question?”

“It suits her.”

“Can you get your horny ass under control?” Jeongin glared at Changbin. His unnecessarily loud remark had caused a few heads to turn in their direction. His breath hitched when you spared him a small glance before going back to your conversation. His face burned at the thought of you hearing that sentence. “Finally. Why are you even staring at her?”

“Because…” Jeongin couldn't outright admit that he was in love with a girl he saw for five minutes at a party, right?

“Because?”

He was saved when the professor walked into the class, silencing the chattering student to some extent as he pulled papers out of his bag and began the lecture. His upcoming exams were the last thing on his mind, you occupying most of his interests ever since he laid eyes on you. Your demeanor in class was a contrast to your wild side he met with at the party. From the subtle glances he made in your direction, he couldn't believe it was the same person. The way you bit your lip as you focused on what the professor was saying, eyebrows furrowed as you scribbled something in your notebook.

Jeongin could've spent an eternity looking at you but Changbin nudged his side to get him to pay attention to what was happening in the class.

And boy was he glad he did. He wouldn't have believed it if someone told him that you would be assigned as his project partner. Jeongin felt like the luckiest man on earth when he walked out of class, and he felt even luckier when you stopped him right outside the door with a nervous smile as you asked him about when the two of you should meet for the assignment. Once a place and time was fixed, you jotted down your phone number on a post it note and gave it to him, brushing away the hair that fell in your eyes as you gave him the very same smile he fell in love with before you spun around on your heel and left.

The meeting in the library was a pivotal moment, charged with nervous energy and anticipation. Jeongin arrived early, his heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and anxiety. He had spent hours preparing for this moment, meticulously gathering notes and research materials for their project. But as he waited for you to arrive, doubts began to creep into his mind.

What if you didn't show up? What if you thought he was boring or uninteresting? What if he made a fool of himself and ruined any chance of getting to know you better?

But just as he was about to give in to his fears, you walked through the library doors, your presence illuminating the dimly lit room like a ray of sunshine breaking through the clouds.

“Hey,” you said, your voice soft but sure as you approached him. “I'm glad you made it. Sorry I'm late. Were you waiting long?”

Jeongin felt a surge of relief wash over him as he returned your smile, his nerves melting away in the warmth of your gaze. “Hey,” he replied, his voice steadier than he had expected. “No, don't worry, I just got here.”

As you settled into your seats, a comfortable silence settled between the two of you, punctuated only by the soft rustling of pages and the occasional murmur of voices in the distance. With each passing moment, Jeongin felt himself growing more at ease in your presence, his worries fading into the background as you delved into your assignment.

But amidst the atmosphere of the library, there lingered an undeniable tension — a palpable undercurrent of attraction that neither of you could ignore. Jeongin found himself stealing glances at you whenever he thought you weren't looking, admiring the way the soft glow of the reading lamps illuminated your features, casting a halo of light around you.

And as you worked side by side, your hands brushing against each other in fleeting moments of connection, Jeongin felt his heart race with a mixture of excitement and longing. He wanted to reach out to you, to take your hand in his and never let go, but he was afraid — afraid of crossing a line, afraid of scaring you away.

But just as he was about to give in to his doubts, you spoke. “Hey, Jeongin,” you said, putting down the pen in your hand. “I know we're here to work, but... do you mind if we take a break for a minute? There's something I've been meaning to ask you.”

Jeongin felt his heart skip a beat at your words, his curiosity piqued. “Of course,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. “What is it?”

You hesitated for a moment, your eyes searching his face as if trying to read his thoughts. And then, with a smile that melted his heart, she said, “Do you want to grab a bite with me? I know a place nearby that makes the best burgers, and... I'd really like to get to know you better.”

Jeongin felt his breath catch in his throat at her words, his mind reeling with disbelief. Could this be happening? Were you actually asking him out?

But as he looked into your eyes, he saw the truth reflected back at him — a truth that filled him with a warmth he had never known before.

With a smile that stretched from ear to ear, Jeongin nodded, his heart overflowing with joy. “I'd love to,” he said, his voice tinged with excitement. “Lead the way.”

The two of you strolled through the evening streets, the city lights casting a warm glow over their path as you chatted and laughed, the nervous energy from your earlier encounter giving way to a sense of ease and comfort.

As you entered the cozy little diner downtown, Jeongin couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement mingled with a hint of nervousness. You settled into a corner booth, the soft ambiance of the restaurant enveloping you like a warm embrace.

For Jeongin, the dinner was a whirlwind of emotions — a mix of excitement, anticipation, and a touch of uncertainty. He wanted to make a good impression, to show her that he was more than just a shy, awkward student — that he had depth and substance, dreams and aspirations that extended far beyond the confines of their college campus.

But amidst the nervous energy that crackled between you, there was an undeniable sense of connection — a shared understanding that transcended words and gestures. You talked about everything — your hopes and dreams, your fears and insecurities, your favorite books and movies, your most embarrassing childhood memories — until the hours slipped away like grains of sand through an hourglass.

And amidst the laughter and the shared moments, Jeongin found himself falling more deeply in love with each passing second. There was something about you — your warmth, your kindness, your unwavering optimism — that drew him in like a moth to a flame, igniting a spark within him that he never knew existed.

As they finished their meal and paid the bill, Jeongin felt a sense of contentment wash over him like a gentle tide.

“I had fun today.” He said as you stood in the cool night air, breath fogging out in front of him as he spoke in a soft tone. Earning a silence from you, he turned to see if anything was wrong but was only met with your gaze already on him, making both your cheeks turn into a rosy hue. Neither of you broke eye contact, even as he felt a magnetic pull towards you, your faces inching closer. His eyes fluttered shut as he felt your soft lips on his, a memory he'd never want to forget. It was even better than he could've ever imagined. You pulled away, shying away from him which only made him laugh, pulling you in for a tight hug.

“I'm glad you asked me to dance at that party.”

“You remember that?”

“The only thing I did.” Jeongin blushed as you said that.

“You looked beautiful in those neon lights back there.” He said in a hushed tone, so no one could overhear what he was saying except for you. “But you look absolutely enchanting underneath the moonlight.” He cupped your face and kissed you again. “We're meeting up for another study session right?”

“I don't think we're going to get much studying done.”

“I'm not opposed to the idea.” You laughed, wrapping your hand around his arm as you dragged him down the bustling streets.

#skz #stray kids #skz imagines #skz x reader #skz fluff #skz scenarios #yang jeongin #jeongin x reader #in x reader #jeongin fluff #stray kids fluff #stray kids x reader #jeongin imagines #( 🎤 ⸻ events / valentines collab )#( 🎤 ⸻ my works / yang jeongin )

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🐴Once Upon A Time In Chestnut Ridge: A Bachelor Challenge

Meet Dakota Blue Heron, Chestnut Ridge's most eligible bachelor!

Dakota is 29, stands 6'3 tall, living on Crow's Head ranch, primarily a horse ranch that is open for guests in the spring and summer months. The ranch is owned and operated by the Heron family, being passed down through generations for over a century. Kindly, Dakota's parents have allowed the ranch to be used this season, in hopes that the show's popularity will help bring in more guests and customers.

Dakota accepted the network's offer to be Bachelor in hopes of finding a life partner, having little time to meet new people in his regular life. Also because, in his words, "this seems fun!"

Here's a few things he wants potential contestants to know about him: he spends his days working in various different parts of the ranch (in the horse stalls and gardens especially), he grows most of his food and whatever he doesn't grow he sources from local and ethical producers, he loves being surrounded by people (especially those he holds dearly), occasionally hunts (deer and invasive species mostly). He speaks navajo, navajo sign language, english and spanish, and is a tribal member of the navajo nation. Dakota wants kids and is looking for a partner with similar desires to start a family.

Keep reading below for more info!

Likes: fellow animal enthusiasts, physical contact (his love language), his grandmother's cooking, gardening, spending his days outside, being with family, cinnamon, old hollywood films, people who are connected to their families or communities, fry bread

Dislikes: being cooped up inside, snow days, musical theater, cilantro (he's got the soap taste gene), sudden loud sounds, stand up comedy, cold showers, people who don't like getting dirty, cops, cigarette smoke

GUIDELINES:

8 contestants will be accepted

contestants should have at least 5 likes and/or dislikes

contestants have 15 skill points to distribute as they wish

contestants can have 3-5 traits, except for unflirty or romantic, do give them at least one negative trait, it's more fun that way

unfortunately, only human contestants for this one. YA and adult only, any amount of story/backstory, any aspiration except for romance related aspirations, any gender (pleaseeee give them pronouns). include all this information in your entry please.

any cc and outfits, though try to keep to 1 outfit per category. maxis match or maxis mix is fine EXCEPT for alpha hairs, no alpha hairs please.

Download can be private or public, up to you, BUT please include ALL cc in the download!

i own most of the packs except for some of the kits, but i do have the ‘kits made bgc’ so i can replace stuff if needed

i will be changing skin details and giving them more outfits, if you submit a sim you are consenting to have them be changed to fit my sim style. honestly i highly encourage everyone to use sliders and custom presets, i think sims look a lot better with those and i dont love how vanilla presets look tbh

if you do not have the horse ranch pack but would like for certain skills, traits or aspirations from the pack to be used on your sim, let me know and i will add it in game!

tag me in your posts and use the hashtag #chestnutbc

UPDATE:

NEW DEADLINE: AUGUST 14

PLEASE READ:

As stated previously, Dakota likesmasculine-leaning sims. No strict gender preference, but I am looking for masculine contestants. Be it women who are more butch, masc leaning non binary, cis or trans men on the masculine side of the spectrum. Dakota's type tends to be people with muscles, masculine-leaning, who look like they could pick him up and throw him around. Dad types are a plus too. He prefers people who aren't very skinny, who have some meat on their bones. Strong types, protective vibes, and obviously people who can and are willing to work on a farm and live and deal with animals every day, it's not easy work!

#sims 4 bachelor challenge #s4 bachelor challenge #s4bachelor #sims 4 bachelor #ts4bachelor #ts4 bachelor challenge #ouaticr #🐴

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Rook Info Compilation part 19: Book 6 and Music

Rook invites himself to the Island of Woe in Book 6 in pursuit of Vil (and in one of Idia’s seiyuu Uchiyama Kouki’s greatest moments, which Tumblr’s egophiliac has animated brilliantly, here!).

Rook reminds Epel and the Prefect that their goal is not to win the inevitable battle against the Charon but to lose and be taken inside STYX headquarters, and then freezes an island of ice on the ocean to serve as a battlefield.

Rook says that he had been fully prepared to take drastic measures if STYX had been doing something terrible to the kidnapped students, but he feels better knowing that they are receiving special exams and blot treatments.

When Ortho asks why it is that he came Rook explains, “So that I could tell myself, ‘I did what I could,’ which resonates with Ortho, who later says, “Thanks to you and your friends coming here, I think I finally understand my purpose. I must do my best so I can say, ‘I did what I could.’"

(Ortho then proceeds to shut down Cerebus and unite with the soul of the dead child he was created to replace.)

According to Trey, Rook will sometimes sing randomly during Science Club meetings.

Deuce says that Rook started singing during while weeding the fire lotuses during Glorious Masquerade despite looking pained (“It was like watching a musical”) and Rook also bursts into song during Spectral Soiree, singing part of an obscure opera “known only to true enthusiasts.”

Vil says that Rook, Epel and the Film Research club (of which neither of them are members) got together and performed a “tolerable” opera for Vil’s birthday.

Rook is also a fan of classical musical and shares a conversation with a ghost about a Coral Sea court musician from three hundred years earlier, impressing the ghost with his familiarity with music history.

In addition to classical music and operas Rook also enjoys musicals, with historical musical “King’s Road” having a particular influence on him when he was a child. Rook explains, “I had trouble expressing myself as a child. But one day, I went with my family to the Shaftlands Royal Theater, and my whole life changed.”

He had seen “King’s Road” for the first time, and says that the performance of the lead actor—Neige LeBlanche—was the first time he’d been moved to tears.

Rook says it wasn’t Neige himself who moved him but the elements of the show combined—music, costumes, design—that made Neige shine. He says that the other cast members were spectacular, especially the villains, but he does not specify that child-Vil was one of them.

In his third birthday vignette Rook says that he often watches movies and TV dramas, and there is one series in particular that he has seen over 100 times.

Rook says he got two tickets to an opera from his parents for his birthday. (Other presents Rook received for his birthday have been compiled here.)

#twisted wonderland #twstfacts #Rook Hunt #twstrook #rookfacts

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