#new music from my favourite lady is always a total joy

[arthurpendragons]

i’ll take these walls and kick, kick, k i c k ’em down, take all my problems, knock ’em to the ground

#i'll take the noise and the fears and i'll #sh sh sh sh sh sh sh sh shut 'em up #ashley tisdale #mine* #this is the first time i've tried to make anything akin to an edit #in like #seven years #but i ~felt the urge~ and i WENT WITH IT #new music from my favourite lady is always a total joy #and this song is a b o p (shoulda been on the album imo) #S O #HERE WE ARE #♥

[mandoalorian]

Rach could you please do something soft like it’s maxwells birthday and you and alastair plan a small birthday party ( just the three of you) and he is so overwhelmed with love he can’t believe he got so lucky after everything ❤️ then you tell him you’re pregnant.

Also no pressure to write you can totally ignore this 😊

Birthday Surprise [Maxwell Lord x F!Reader]

Warnings: pregnancy, allusions to sex, food mention, mention of infidelity/cheating, mention of poverty

Word Count: 3200>

A/N: It’s April 1st which means it’s officially Max Lord’s birthday! <33 Thank you for all the Max requests people have sent in over the past week. They’ve truly been a joy to write. & Thank you @supernaturalgirl for this lovely request. I hope you enjoy!

Masterlist

Once upon a time, Maxwell Lord had these big, extravagant parties to celebrate his birthday. He’d host at fancy venues and it would be formal, strictly black-tie, and only the elite were invited. But the truth was, he was incredibly lonely. He had no friends, only colleagues and business associates. His wife would hang on his arm, wearing real fur, and Chanel couture earrings, parading around the room, flirting with other businessmen who might’ve been more successful than Max.

He didn’t like his birthday. Growing up, he didn’t celebrate much either. The Lorenzano family could barely afford to buy Maxwell new shoes or clothes that fit, so expecting gifts and parties was the last thing on his mind. Every year though, without fail, his mother would cook him a small cake and light a candle. “Make a wish, Maxwell.” she’d whisper. It was funny how things turned out.

And when he married for the first time, it was his wife who insisted on these big, luxurious celebrations with balloons and music. The attention was nice, sure, but it always felt like it was more for her than it was for him. He’d never say anything though. Just smile and nod. As long as she was happy. She sure seemed happy when Maxwell caught his wife with her tongue down another man’s throat at his 32nd birthday party. Thankfully, that marriage soon ended, and whilst Maxwell swelled with heartache for a good few months, better things were soon to come.

Like meeting you.

About a week before Maxwell’s birthday, Alistair was... hyper, to say the least. It was way past his bedtime, and yet he was bouncing up and down on yours and Max’s bed, clearly trying to get his father to leave the room.

“Daddy, could you go make me some french fries?”

Maxwell peeked up from his newspaper and furrowed his eyebrows together. His son’s question even ruffled you slightly, as you looked up from painting your nails and tilted your head slightly.

“Alistair, it’s eleven at night. No french fries.” Maxwell sighed before looking back down at his newspaper.

Alistair hummed, looking around the bedroom.

“Daddy, did you remember to feed Lady her evening biscuits?”

Maxwell looked up from his paper again, and stared at his son.

“I fed her this evening,” You said, trying to work out what kind of mischief Alistair was getting up to now. “Ali, is everything okay?”

“Of course, why wouldn’t it be?” The six year old replied, and well, it was a fair response. You and Maxwell exchanged a glance before getting back to your business. About ten seconds passed.

“Daddy, can you make me some warm milk?”

Maxwell sighed, this time dropping his newspaper completely and rubbing his tired eyes. “You don’t need warm milk Alistair.”

“But I’ll struggle to sleep without it.”

“I’ll go get you some,” you told the child, but Alistair quickly extended his arm, stopping you before you could get out of bed. 

“No mommy, you’re sick. Besides, I asked daddy.”

You blinked, taken slightly aback. Alistair was a sweet child with wonderful manners, that  much you knew, but even his decorum right now took you by surprise. He was speaking like a fully grown gentleman. Processing his words, you simply shrugged your shoulders before shuffling back into bed and getting comfortable.

Yeah, you’d been throwing up the past few days, in the mornings mostly, but you’d drawn it down to food poisoning. It was sweet how Alistair was seemingly looking out for your health. Maxwell’s gaze flicked between you both but, in defeat, he got out of bed and padded downstairs, into the kitchen to prepare his son’s bedtime beverage. Once he was gone, and you could hear him begin to steam the milk, you snapped your fingers to get Alistiar’s attention.

“Alright Ali,” you sighed, folding your arms across your chest. “What’s going on? Why have you been trying to get your dad to leave the room for the past...” you checked the time on the alarm clock which was positioned on Max’s nightstand. “Half an hour.” Gods he was persistent. Just like his father.

“We need to do something special for daddy’s birthday.” Alistair announced, and as he uttered the words, you already knew that there was no room for questioning him. He and his father were similar in that sense too.

“What do you have in mind?” you wondered out loud. You knew Maxwell’s birthday was approaching, despite your husband never talking about it. You hadn’t even thought of what to get him yet, which was a problem. 

“A party. But not like the ones daddy has for work,” Alistair explained, referring to the many galas Maxwell had hosted in attempt to gain sponsorship and investments for his company. “Like, a small tea party. Just us. All his favourite snacks and the birthday cake granny used to make him when he was a kid. I know it’s his favourite. And balloons and banners and streamers. I can draw a picture. And music. And—“

“Okay okay baby slow down, I see where you’re coming from,” you smiled, pulling Alistair into your lap. “And I like the idea. Do you know if your dad has ever had a small party like this before?”

“I don’t think so.” Alistair replied softly and you nodded in understanding.

“Well, we’ll have to make sure it’s perfect. We can start planning tomorrow morning when he goes to work, okay? But keep your mouth zipped tight Ali, it has to be a surprise.”

———

The day of Maxwell’s birthday started like any other. He left for work at 7:30, his driver waiting for him outside. He graced you with a quick peck on the cheek and told you he couldn’t wait to see you tonight. Now, Maxwell hadn’t uttered one word about his birthday in the past week, but even today, he hadn’t mentioned it. You’d planned on giving him his present this morning when he woke up, but your nerves got the better of you. 

You’d waited to give him this gift for a week already, you could at least wait a few more hours until he got home from work. 

At 9am, your best friend arrived with an abundance of helium balloons, birthday banners and streamers. At 9:30am, you tried to help Alistair pick out a smart outfit, although he was begging to wear one of his new Star Wars Ewok costumes. 

“How can you eat all the cake if you’re dressed as a massive teddy bear?” you asked the boy. He sighed, knowing that you had a point. 

Alistair looked adorable in his button down shirt and pants. You even fished in Maxwell’s closet to find a bow tie, hoping it would complete the look.

“I look like dad.” Alistair mumbled, fiddling with the wonky tie that you’d haphazardly wrapped around his neck.

“Exactly. You look wonderful.” you grinned, enveloping him into a massive hug. 

At 12, you figured it was the best time to begin baking the cake. But to do that, you needed the recipe. When you called Ms Lorenzano, your heart blossomed upon hearing the excitement in her voice.

“Oh darling! Hello! It’s so lovely to hear from you.” she spoke into the phone, and you could just imagine her smile on the other end of the line. It was identical to Maxwell’s. 

“Hello Ms Lorenzano,” you greeted, nervously curling the telephone wire around your finger. “How’ve you been?”

“I was just packing away my groceries. I got the bouquet of flowers you and Maxwell sent me yesterday. They look beautiful on my dining room table. Thank you, darling. They really lighten up the room. How is my son? Is he there?” Ms Lorenzano quizzed.

“Max is great, actually. He’s working at the moment but we were thinking about flying out to see you this weekend. If you weren’t busy? Alistair misses you very much.”

“Oh that would be wonderful! I’ve missed my little cherub so much. Let me guess, a big party planned tonight for my Maxwell’s birthday?” She beamed.

“Not quite. It was Ali’s idea to plan something small - a tea party of sorts. He was telling me about this vanilla frosting birthday cake you used to bake when Max was younger? And I was hoping you’d share the recipe with me. I’d love to try and recreate it… although my baking skills are nowhere near as good as yours.” you giggled. 

“That recipe has been passed down our family for generations,” Ms Lorenzano explained and you felt your heart sink into your chest. By neither law nor blood, you weren’t family. Would she really not give you the recipe? You’d been dating Maxwell for years now. And Ms Lorenzano did always say you were like a daughter to her… “Of course you can have it.” she smiled and you felt  a wave of relief wash over you as she began to list the ingredients.

“Thank you Ms Lorenzano, it was so lovely to speak to you. Max is gonna give you a call tonight. Take care, okay?”

“Okay darling. I send my love. Give Alistair a kiss from his ol’ granny. I will see you Saturday.” 

Now, the smart thing would’ve been to call over the house chef and have her prepare the birthday cake. At least then, it would be void of any errors. But this was strictly a Lorenzano family recipe and the last thing you wanted to do was to disrespect Ms Lorenzano and immediately give it to the house chef. So, you figured you’d give it your best go. At least then it would be sentimental. 

Maxwell was a fussy eater, only eating the most delicious and well presented foods. You weren’t sure if he’d even step a foot near this cake. As you stirred together the ingredients, something wasn’t right. It was lumpy and bubbling and -- no matter what, you just couldn’t seem to fix it. You called Alistair in, who had been colouring in a family portrait he’d drawn, to take a look, but of course, he didn’t know any better.

When the cake came out the oven, it was lop-sided and slightly burned. You figured it would be okay if you just covered it in the vanilla frosting and placed the sliced strawberries intricately on the top. But no. Luck wasn’t on your side today. The strawberries slipped off and the icing was uneven. At least you managed to put the cake on one of the fancy ‘special occasion’ plates. You could just tell Maxwell that it was made with love.

Ali helped you decorate downstairs, which proved to be a challenge. The rooms in Lord manor were extensively sized and tall, but you did your best. 

“Ali, I’m going to quickly get changed okay? Would you do me a favour and bring down your dad’s presents from upstairs? You could place them on the dining room table.”

Alistair nodded obediently and did as he was told. You went up to yours and Maxwell’s shared closet and looked around, trying to decide on what exactly you should wear. You opted on a beautiful, fitted champagne coloured dress that glittered in the artificial lighting. It was one of your favourite gowns and you had worn it last summer at one of Black Gold Cooperative’s charity fundraising events. You knew how much Maxwell loved it too. If Alistair was dressed in his father’s bow-tie, and Maxwell always looked presentable, there was no reason you couldn’t make an effort to look good too. Besides, you didn’t know how long you’d have left before you wouldn’t be able to fit into these dresses anymore.

You didn’t have long before Maxwell was due to finish work. You quickly style your hair and adjust your makeup, before padding downstairs and into the dining room. Just like you had requested, all of Maxwell’s presents were neatly piled on top of the table, courtesy of Alistair.

“He’ll be home any second Ali,” you said, handing Alistair a party popper and adjusting the cone shaped party hat on his head. Alistair was absolutely beaming, his big brown eyes twinkling like starlight as he anticipated his father coming home from work. “Are you ready?”

“Yes.” Alistair grinned.

“Okay. Good. Let’s go find a place to hide.”

Ducking down behind the stack of gifts, you waited for about five minutes in silence, until you heard the front door unlock. Alistair squeaked excitedly, hearing his dad come home and you bit your lip, quietly shushing him but unable to contain your own smile.

Maxwell was surprised when he came home. He wasn’t greeted like he expected to be. Normally, every evening after his shift, you and Ali would run into his arms and envelope him into a hug. The lack of running and hugs concerned Maxwell. The house was dead quiet, and he even found himself wondering if either of you were home. 

When he padded into the dining room and switched on the light, you and Ali jumped out and screamed in unison; “Happy birthday!”

Maxwell froze, his jaw dropping open and his eyes going comically wide. He was presented with an abundance of gifts, a decorated dining room, his son and girlfriend all dressed up, and a questionable looking cake with a wax candle stuck in the top. You and Alistair ran into Maxwell’s arms and hugged him tight.

“Daddy! Daddy! It’s your birthday! Look! We planned a surprise tea party all by ourselves!” Alistar squealed, tugging on his father’s arm.

“I- I- wow!” Maxwell gasped, genuinely speechless. You bit your lip and swayed your hips as you lovingly gazed into his brown eyes. You didn’t know what it was, maybe the fact the whole day was leading up to this moment, or perhaps just an imbalance with your hormones, but you had missed him so much. Just seeing him again made you want to weep in his strong arms. You loved him so much.

“Happy birthday.” you whispered, raising your hand to cup his face. He nudged his nose against yours and you kissed him sweetly. 

“You did all of this for me?” He asked after reluctantly pulling away, still in genuine shock.

“It was Ali’s idea.” you replied, letting your body lean against his. You rest your head into his chest so much so that you could hear the rhythm of his heartbeat.

“You look… breathtaking, darling.” Maxwell hummed, his hand resting on the small of your back.

“Come sit down,” you said, taking his hand and guiding him over to the dining room table. “You have all these presents, and we have cake and music…” 

“The cake…” Maxwell pointed and quirking an eyebrow. “Is that… it can’t be…”

“It is, I called your mom for the recipe.” You confirmed with a nervous smile. 

“I-- don’t believe it. I haven’t had this cake since--”

“I know. Again it was Ali’s idea,” you informed him. Alistair looked bashfully proud as he anticipated the cake cutting. “I know it doesn’t look the best…”

“Are you kidding?” Maxwell asked, cutting you off. “This is the most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for me.”

“Would you like to try some?”

“Would I like to try some?” Maxwell repeated incredulously. “Of course!”

You lit the candle and held hands with Alistair and Max as the two of you sang happy birthday. As Maxwell blew out the candle, you told him to make a wish.

“I don’t need to wish for anything. I already have everything I could ever want. Right here.”

Maxwell got a variety of miscellaneous gifts for his birthday. A porcelain statue of a dog, a small desk flag with his company logo on it, a basket filled with biotin supplements, and of course the artwork that Alistair had created earlier in the day. It was a beautiful crayon illustration of you, Max, Ali, and of course your cat, Lady Lord. Maxwell promised to frame it and put it on his desk at work. Little did he realise though, the best gift was yet to come.

Once Alistair was tucked into bed, you and Maxwell decided to settle down and have an early night. All the eating and dancing had exhausted you both. 

“Thank you for today,” Maxwell mumbled, pulling the zipper down your dress. His warm breath fanned over the shell of your ear and you immediately felt butterflies in your stomach. “Why don’t we go to bed, hm?” he asked, peppering kisses down your neck and along your shoulders. 

You knew what he was hinting at, and you wanted it too. Of course you wanted it too. But there was something you had to deal with first. You were so nervous but you knew it was now or never.

“I didn’t give you your birthday present.” you announced, turning around to look your boyfriend in the eye.

“Wh-- what do you mean? You didn’t need to get me anything. This was enough. You-- you, my love, are enough.”

You smiled, rubbing his bicep and finding yourself once again getting lost in his eyes. You took a deep breath and pulled him into the en-suite bathroom. Although confused, Max didn’t say a word, and instead, he watched you in silence as you unlocked the drawer under the sink. It was where you usually kept your cosmetics, but Max’s gift had been waiting in there for the past week, wrapped up in tissue. You took it out and handed him it.

You anxiously watched as he unravelled the tissue, only to be presented with a positive pregnancy test. Your positive pregnancy test. His eyebrows knotted together and you watched his Adam's apple bop in his throat as he swallowed. But then, only seconds later, his face softened and his eyes became glazed with unshed tears. “You’re… we’re…”

“We’re pregnant, Max.” you confessed, confirming his thoughts.

Maxwell choked up and wrapped his strong arms tight around you, squeezing you hard. “Oh my God, we’re really pregnant?”

“Mhm.” you giggled, as Maxwell pulled away and cupped your cheeks with his hand. He kissed you passionately and when he pulled away, his grin was ecstatic.  

“How long have you known?” He quizzed.

“A week.” you admitted.

“A week?!”

You swatted his arm playfully and shushed him. 

“I wanted it to be a surprise. We have a doctor’s appointment tomorrow, to confirm it and everything. But with the sickness and… I can feel it, you know?” You took his hand and placed it against your stomach. “I can really feel it.”

“I love you so much,” Maxwell smiled. “I love you so, so much.”

“Happy birthday my dear.” you replied, guiding him back over to the bed. “I love you too.”

--------x---------

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[zhongchuusimp]

Deemo Last Dream part 4

Anddd yes im back from the dead :”D  sorry guys...genshin addiction and GTA-ing too much with my friends i end up demotivated to translate...genshin side...i got eula..?by a multi roll for the mehs 

maybe i should set target and get parts of it translated by certain timings and really stick to the targeted dates i set hopefully i wont get lazy to translate cuz rn im just rotting at home with nothing to do other than playing games and studying for the things i needa teach.

Alright once again i present to u Deemo last dream 4m mark and please, pardon my grammar mistakes....

translations under the cut 

4m

Yesterday—As I still cant make up the timings here, so I decided that the time before I fall asleep is yesterday – I was dancing with Deemo before I sleep. In the end I didn’t dream of anything pleasant. Thinking carefully, ever since I came here whenever I got nothing to do I always end up sleeping (or I should say slowly fall asleep) I never once had any [dream] at all.

(I wonder why…)

Before coming to this world, I started remembering things bit by bits to the point where if I were to sleep, I will end up dreaming. It has always been like that but why am I unable to have any dreams now…? I can’t remember who said it that once a person grows up, they can’t dream anymore. Unless, the time that I am here, I have already grown to an adult...?

(If that is the case..., how could it be possible…)

No matter from which angle, I still look like a little girl. I do not even need to look at the mirror to know. Moreover, the height which I look at things at did not change at all. Deemo still look as tall as always. Yet that marvellous sapling has slowly outgrown me.

(It seems that the sapling grows taller whenever it hears a new song…)

Sitting beside Deemo daily and observing the tree, that seems to be the case. Or I should say, it is the case. Sometimes I even feel that this tree have feelings.  As if the tree is madly in love with the music that Deemo plays... or I should say that every single note that Deemo play brings life to the tree. Maybe for that tree, something like that may be possible.

Ahh..this world is full of incredible phenomenon. From the bottom of my heart, I want to know how this incredible tree grows.

(Speaking of which, Deemo sure is slow…)

Deemo went to the book room a few moments ago, until now he is not back yet. Usually, he will come out quickly and resume playing the piano…

♩

As I got impatient, I walked towards the book room with the intend to call Deemo out. I slowly open the door and peek inside the room. At that moment –-- Masked Lady who have been sleeping, slowly raised her head and looked towards my direction.

(Eh…?)

Suddenly, my heart rate increase and out of fear I quickly closed the door and run back to the piano room for safety.

(Just now…I seem to have make eye contact with the mask lady…)

I put my hand towards my chest feeling the irregular heartbeat and without thinking I went towards the big root and sit there.

In this world of chaos, I thought, I really hope that what just happened was all a dream. Because somewhere in my heart, I wish that Masked Lady will continue sleeping, and not wake up forever.

--Because, I somehow feel, Deemo will be taken away by her…

Unknowingly I start to tear up. To soothe the feelings that have nowhere to go, I raise my head looking towards the tree. It seems that the tree has last grown from when I checked on it…. Just like this, I slowly crawl towards the trunk of the tree and lightly touched it.

(Why…whenever I touch the tree there is a marvellous feeling…)

That feeling, it feels like touching a part of someone’s happy memories….

♩

Just like this, I sit under the big tree and a while later, Deemo finally come back from the book room. Without realizing the amount of uneasiness that have accumulate, it burst out all at once upon seeing Deemo as I run towards his slender body planning to ask him about the Masked Lady.

As I was about to ask, Deemo put some distance between us and took out a music score from behind his back which was taken from the book room and showed it to me.

(Ehhh…?)

I got a small fright as this seems to be the first time Deemo is hinting to me something.

“Are you going to play it for me…?”

Looking at Deemo’s eyes that is trying to tell me something, I asked.

Deemo lightly nodded his head and gently hold my right hand and brought me to the side of the piano. Im just beside him, looking at Deemo’s long slender hand playing a totally new piece of music.

(Why…)

Deemo play this piece as a present for me. It should be the first time I have heard it. Yet, I do not know why I have a feeling of nostalgia. This nostalgic feeling accelerates my pumping chest. No matter when, Deemo’s performance feels like a dream, which quickly ended.

(Ahh…I still want to listen more….)

--I still want to continue listening….

But before there is any time to immerse myself after the performance ended*, an incredible thing occurred. As if magic has been cast on the tree, the trunk glow with glaring light and grew up at one go….!

(*Tbh I don’t really understand this… the Chinese 对这有如最喜欢的电影当中一幕的景象one was 连沉浸在演奏余韵的时间都没有 so I roughly understand it as not having enough time to immerse in the performance

T/N:and yes im translating from Chinese as I bought the book to read)

 The scene felt so dreamy, I cant help but feel like I have seen something like this before. That’s right— like a scene from my favourite movie, Deemo and I look at each other and innocently smiled—though, I do not know if Deemo did smiled—

In this boring world, the growth of this tree is our joy.

--Deemo, by nurturing the tree till it reaches the window, once I climb out the window, will I be able to return home…?

#deemo last dream #translations #Deemo

[amelink66world]

Love of my Life

Heyy guys!! So this is the next part. Make sure you read the previous parts before starting with the new ones. Anyway, enjoy!!! <3

Some Time??

Link went with Amelia to her place at Mer's after the puppy surprise. Link couldn't ask for a better partner. He was already thinking about building a future with her. She was perfect for him. He finally had a purpose here in Seattle. He was actually feeling like a lost puppy...no pun intended, he chuckled, after Meredith stood him up. Jo had pushed him in her direction and he had even liked her but he soon realised, it was not supposed to be him who took her to dates in the first place. Deluca, who had become a really close friend of his, was the one for her. He was gloomy for a while until Meredith apologised to him. Knowing Link, he obviously forgave her.

He was okay until Amelia came thundering in his life like a hurricane...again, no pun intended, he chuckled. He was the most at ease with her. There was just something about her that he couldn't pinpoint. She always made him feel desired with the way she looked at him. Some people questioned his calm and laid back exterior but she welcomed it with open arms. She actually kinda liked it. She did strange things to him, things couldn't actually explain. She had some sort of power over him. No one had ever made him feel like this.

Currently, Link woke up in an all too familiar room with blue sheets and walls with the woman of his dreams in his arms. He couldn't actually see clearly because his head was buried in her soft, brown hair. He inhaled the vanilla scent of her hair. She just loved the smell and feel of her hair. She ha the most amazing hair, well second to him as no one could compete with his hair. He was not smug, it was just a fact.

               She was still sleeping with the most adorable pout on her face. Link raised his head slightly to look at her face better. She was facing away from him and he couldn't get a good look but he was ready for compromise until God answered his silent prayer and Amelia shifted in her sleep mumbling something. She always talks in her sleep. Link chuckled at how adorable he found this habit of hers to be. He noticed even the slightest things about her. She was like an open book. She wore her emotions on her sleeves. Sometimes it was difficult to read her too but Link was becoming an expert at doing so.

Amelia turned in his direction and wrapped her arms around his torso. Without disturbing her, Link raised his body gently and propped his head on an elbow to get a good look. I look like a stalker. But I can't help it. She is just so beautiful. Her face was completely relaxed. He noticed just now that her eyes were slightly almond shaped. He knew she had big, blue eyes but it was just then that he realised they were almond shaped. She had a tiny button nose. Link really loved her nose. It was just so cute and small. It was his favourite feature in her face apart from her eyes and lips and...Wait, what's left then? Forget it, her whole face is my favourite. He bent slightly to place a soft kiss on her nose. She seemed unfazed.

                    His eyes drifted lower to her lips. They were just so full and soft and pink. He loved her lips. The softest. He ran his hand along her hair and lovingly brushed some loose strands away which landed on her face because of the wind entering through the open window. His right hand lingered on her cheek. He placed it firmly now and decided, Enough with the staring now. It's time to wake up!

He leaned in and placed a soft kiss on her lips. She stirred. He now kissed her with more intensity with the utmost intention of waking her up. She opened her blue eyes to his bluish- grey ones staring right back at hers. She smiled. She could wake up like this forever. "Good morning to you too, stalker, " she laughed at his faux hurt expression. " HEY! I'm not a stalker! ", he exclaimed blowing a tuft of his hair out of his face petulantly. She was laughing really hard, "Yeah right ."

Her laugh. Oh, how he loved her laugh. He could hear it all day long. It was like music to his ears. Too cheesy, bleh. Get a hold over yourself, Link. You're not some lovesick teenager. He tightened his arms around her and turned them over. " You just wait...", he attacked her neck with feather kisses making her sigh with pleasure. He pulled back and Amelia stared up at him quizzically. With a devilish smile on his face and a confused expression on hers, he dove right back in to prepare her for the ensuing onslaught. Amelia felt his fingers moving up her stomach and she squirmed beneath him.

Something totally unexpected happened then. She felt a soft pinch on her side. She yelled with surprise. " Ouch. What was that for? ", she asked with a mock angry face. He blinked at her innocently. " What do you think it was? " He then pushed his tshirt that she was wearing to expose her skin and proceeded to tickle her mercilessly. She was astonished for a second before squirming under him uncontrollably. She was laughing hysterically now. " Someone's very ticklish, I see. Hmmm"

He was having the time of his day teasing her like this. " Liiinkkk. Stop it." She was breathing heavily, "Pleasee, stop. I'm veryyy ticklish." She started laughing heartily on the new set of tickles on her exposed abdomen. He grinned down at her and moved lower to get level with her stomach. He held her stomach from both sides to prevent her from evading what he was about to do. He started blowing raspberries on her stomach. Amelia started guffawing and panted heavily. " Link, stooop. You'll wake up the kids. Stop, stop, stop " She held on to his arms for dear life and pleaded him. She started mock crying and he knew it was time for him to stop.

He moved back up to her and laid down close beside her. Both of them were grinning at each other with lovable gazes. Suddenly something in Amelia changed and she shifted. All of a sudden she straddled him and grabbed his hands to keep them at bay. Link stared at her slyly. Amelia whispered in his ear, " It's time for your punishment."

Her hot breath on his ear caused a shiver to travel down his spine. Link grinned at her and playfully said, " Are you punishing me or rewarding me? ", he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. She answered with a loud laugh. " That is for me to decide ," she dove in to kiss him hungrily.

Link got called in after they were done punishing each other. Amelia had a day off so she was left all alone to get bored. She blew a big puff of air from her mouth. Meh, what a boring day !! It was times like these that she wanted to pick into someone's brain. She hoped someone's aneurysm blew and she got called in. She was not a horrible person, believe me, she was just epically bored. Out of nowhere, her phone dinged and she received a text from Owen. He was requesting her to take Leo out of daycare and to his house as he had to rescue Schmitt and the golden blood donor. She quickly replied with a thumbs up emoji thanking God to grant her some work.

She hurried to the hospital and picked Leo up. She hoped to see Link on her way but couldn't find him. She was slightly disappointed but let it slide. At Owen's house, she was only there for a half hour when the doorbell rang to surprisingly reveal a heavily pregnant Teddy. She sarcastically commented about opening a time portal seeing Amelia with Leo. Amelia could not have agreed more with her. What an irony. Amelia chuckled. She was pulled out of her thoughts when Teddy started professing her love for Owen to her. Amelia was listening confusedly to her ramblings and didn't interrupt. She realised with a start that Teddy's water had broken.

What happened after that was a blur to both the ladies. It was just indescribable chaos. She had accidentally revealed Teddy's baby daddy's sexual romps with her OB and cursed her blabbering mouth. Inspite of that, as usual, Amelia's quick thinking saved the day. Teddy successfully delivered a beautiful baby girl, Allison. She was now standing outside her hospital room observing her happy family. Teddy surely deserved it. She felt bad for her teacher though. He loved her with his while being and would be devastated to know what Teddy was up to. Despite all of that, she was really happy for Owen. She had always wished hum happiness. He finally receive it. Teddy was perfect for him.

The view of the perfect family made Amelia's mind race. Amelia and Owen did not end up on a happy note. She always wanted them to be those Together Forever couples but that didn't happen. They were just not meant to be. Her mind then wandered off to Link. That perfect man waltzed into her life and turned it upside down. In such a short notice, Amelia was totally invested. This scared her to an unbeatable degree. What if her sisters were right? What if there was still some tumor left behind and she was crazy? What if Owen was right? Would she break Link? Would she lose Link too like she did all the other men in her life whom she loved? Was he just a rebound? She haulted her racing thoughts there. He most definitely was not a rebound.

He was what she had needed all along. But still she could not help but think if she jumped into him too soon. She knew he was not a rebound but she did not give herself much time to recover from her harsh breakup before running into Link's arms. He deserved better. She deserved some time to recover, to heal. Link did not deserve such treatment. He told her a few days back that this 'relationship' of theirs started feeling like something real to him. She was internally dancing with joy when he said that but then he asked her if she felt the same thing thing. She absolutely did. Surely did. But no words left her mouth. Her mind suddenly went blank and numb. She couldn't answer him. Instead she asked him for some time to answer his question. He looked disappointed but quickly guarded his expression. After all he was Link. He never displayed his hurt to others.

She was comprehending his words in her mind. This felt real to him. I'm hurricane Amelia!! I know I'll hurt him someday or the other. I can't do that to him. I'm reckless and unreasonable sometimes. Link surely doesn't need that. Does he? She silently hoped that he wanted her along with he negative qualities. She was highly doubting her actions of the past two months spent with him. It was too soon. She knew herself. She always got too attached too soon. Se completely jumped into a relationship right after one ended. She needed to clear her head. She needed some clarity. She did not want to break up with him, she just wanted some space. She wanted to get to know him better. She wanted to go on dates with him before her no filter mouth uttered those three words which she was aching to say after the wonderful time spent with THE GOD this morning. She had to talk to him and explain him that they needed to take it slow.

A hand on her shoulder pulled her out of her incessant thoughts. She knew that touch. She didn't even have to turn her head in his direction to know who it was. I hope what she is about to say doesn't hurt him. I won't be able to see that.

Link spoke gently, " I heard about what happened with the police officer. Quick thinking, Smartypants." She smiled at the nickname. " How are you doing? Are you okay? " He was quick to notice where her gaze lingered. He understood she must be hurt seeing her ex-husband with another woman and their child. He tried his best to be there for her. She has me now.

Here we go. " You are pretty incredible. And great. You are really good to me, Link." She stopped to gauge his reaction. He was intrigued and had an eyebrow raised. Amelia found it cute but then he frowned, putting two and two together.

She's praising me. Oh God. She's obviously 'breaking up' with me. All women start their talk like she did. Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt her? Did she suddenly realise she's still in love with OWEN?! Nah, that's not true. I've seen the way she looks and smiles at me. It must be something I did. I'm sooo stupid. He internally panicked. He didn't want her to leave!

" Uh, I hear a 'but' coming," he softly commented. His suspicions were rewarded with her affirmation. Link lost it. This was one relationship in his entire life that he wanted to cherish forever but he screwed up. Like always. He was beating himself up and was not listening to her properly.

" But I jumped into you too fast. I should not have done that."

Is she questioning what we had?

I hope he understands that I'm talking about the ill-fated timing.

" I was a rebound," Link commented dejectedly and nodded. He was too hurt to say anything else.

" You definitely were. I'm not sure if you still are."

I'm sure, no scratch that, I know you're not a rebound. I just don't have the nerve to say this. Please understand, Link. God, I can't look at his face. He's hurt.

What does she mean by that? I am or not? I don't understand. Of course, I'm not a rebound now. She's breaking up with me, that's why.

Link broke the silence. " So you're saying...? " He looked at her with confusion all over his face.

" Uh, I'm saying I'm open to possibilities. And that could include you if you don't need me to decide anything too permanent right now. I, uh....", Amelia looked away. Her eyes filled with tears at what she had done. " I need time." Her heart broke seeing Link's face. I'm not leaving you, please get this inside your head!!! " I need to figure out who I am outside of Owen. "

She needs time. I completely understand. I'll give her time. I don't want to stay away from her. Why is she doing this so suddenly? We had such a nice time in the morning!

Link didn't know what to say. He replied with a simple " Okay ".

Wait, that's it? He mentally chided and cursed himself for his curt reply. She's vulnerable right now. Don't treat her like that!

Amelia was speechless. She was waiting for the big blowup from his side. But nothing came. Is that it? He doesn't have anything to say? He won't blow a gasket? Huh. He's so understanding. Amelia mentally slapped herself. Don't go there again. You need time. Take your time. Stop dreaming about him again.

" Okay? ", she questioned softly with teary eyes.

He nodded solemnly and replied, " Okay."

They gazed at each other longingly for a whole minute until it was time for Amelia to leave. She didn't know what to do as she parted. Shall I hug him? No, that would be too intimate. Shall I hold his hand? No, that would be too formal. She finally settled on nodding his way and slowly turned on her heels to leave. She hurriedly left from there and crawled into an on-call room to bawl her eyes out. She finally got the man of her dreams and she screwed up again. No, she did it to stop herself from screwing it up with him in the future. This was necessary. She paged Maggie to the on-call room. Oh right, she's at that stupid camping trip. She then paged Meredith. She did not answer. So she settled for Alex. No answer again. Her final resort was Richard. He ignored her too. What is the matter with everybody? Why is everyone ignoring me? She started sobbing harder. Her very good day was turning out to be really, really bad.

Link's eyes lingered on her form long after she left. He was contemplating what just happened. He was trying to figure out why things took a turn for the worse out of nowhere so suddenly. He came up with nothing.

He sharply left from the nurse's station and headed to find Jo. He needed a drinking buddy today. He needed his best friend right now.

Author's Note:

Hey guys!! So here it is. I asked y'all to not hit me. Please don't after reading this chapter. It was getting really sad towards the end so I made the beginning really fluffy. Can't hurt the feelings of my readers now, can I ?! 😉

Anyways, enjoy. Next chapter will be up soon. Until then.

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Drifting in a Dream - Prompt fic

Title: Drifting in a Dream Pairing: Taron x Reader Rating: T Warning: None A/N: Plenty of fluffy cuteness. It’s been feeling, and looking, a lot more like winter here so I felt inspired to write this sweet little prompt! I hope you enjoy! x Prompt: How about a dreamy, romantic, fluffy one shot where Taron takes his lady ice skating because he knows she loves it….even though he knows he’s terrible at it?? Thank youuuuu!! This fic is for user @bruno-rami-taron-oh-my​! Hope it fits the bill for you, lady!

“Hey, y/n, Line 6 is for you,” your colleague said, popping her head up over the cubicle wall.

“Who is it?” you asked, and she just grinned.

“Your looooverrrr,” she smirked as you groaned and rolled your eyes at her teasing.

You picked up your phone, hit the line for 6, flipped off your colleague, who just laughed and disappeared back behind the cloth wall, and waited for the line to pick up.

“Hello?” you answered, just in case it wasn’t him. The last thing you needed to do was accidentally call your boss “babe” - It was something you could see your colleague pranking you with.

“Heeeey,” Taron replied happily, making you instantly smile despite the day you’d been having at work, buried under projects you were scrambling to get done before the holidays.

“I’m so glad it’s you,” you giggled lightly.

“Who else would it be?” he chuckled lightly.

“Oh, I don’t know, any number of clients who want their work done right this very second and oh don’t you mind changing literally everything you’ve already done thanks love,” you sighed.

“Rough day?” he asked, sounding a bit concerned.

“No more than the usual this time of year,” you said. “Sorry for being crabby.”

“You’re hardly crabby, love. But, I do have a surprise for you,” he grinned. “I’ll pick you up after work, sound alright?”

“You’ve already made my day, T,” you grinned, eyeing your stack of as-yet-untouched paperwork. “I’ll try and clock out on time.”

“I’ll be waiting, darling,” he said. You managed to hang up the call and looking forward to Taron’s surprise (he always had the best surprises) made your day both drag and fly by simultaneously, if that were possible. You were actually quite proud of yourself by the time you left your desk; you’d not only finished two projects but also gotten a decent start on the third, with three days left in the week still to get them done. Taron must be good for your productivity, you mused as you took the elevator down the high-rise and went to find your boyfriend in the carpark.

He hadn’t noticed you approach and when you pulled open the car door the familiar chords of a Bowie song, and Taron’s lovely singing voice, spilled out into the open air. He looked over at you and gave you his dashingly boyish grin before moving the wrapped box from the front seat so you could sit down, and then promptly setting it back down on your lap.

“That is for you. But you can’t open it yet,” he chuckled, making you raise your eyebrow at him.

“Gonna tell me where you’re taking me?” you asked, and he shook his head.

“Not a chance.”

“But Taaaaaron!” you whined slightly, and he only met your whining with a chuckle as he pulled out of the parking spot and onto the London streets.

“You know I don’t like surprises!” you groaned lightly, worrying the edges of the tape on the gift slightly.

“You loooove my surprises and don’t you lie,” he teased lightly, playfully slapping your fingers away.

“So what’s the occasion?” you hedged, trying to trap him into telling you.

“No reason other than I thought I’d treat my lady. Am I allowed to do that?” he grinned over at you.

“Yeah, I mean, of course!” you laughed, trying to shake the box slightly, which was around the size of a shoe box. Something shifted inside, but you still couldn’t tell what. “But you really do treat me all the time.”

“My mam taught me well,” he just replied with a small shrug. What felt like small gestures to him always felt embarrassingly huge to you, but you wouldn’t have him any other way. You were a quiet soul really, the kind of person who enjoyed nothing more than a cup of tea and a good book on the couch. Taron was a lot more social and outgoing, and his greatest pleasure was dragging you along on these adventures of his. But you loved him, and you usually ended up having fun once you pushed past your initial anxiety.

It was a little difficult for Taron to hide where he was taking you once you pulled onto the Alexandra Palace grounds, but there were also a lot of activities that went on there, so you still weren’t exactly sure what he had in mind. The place was pretty packed, though, and that made you have to swallow past the anxious feelings. Obviously whatever Taron had planned would be worth it to you because he knew your anxiety in crowd situations.

Once you were parked, he turned to you and clapped his hands together excitedly. “Alright, you can open that now,” he grinned happily.

You quickly pulled the wrapping paper off and squealed when you opened the box: Nestled inside were a beautiful new pair of ice skates.

“Taron, these are amazing,” you gasped, picking one up and inspecting it, your eyes going wide as you realized he’d put John Wilson blades on the boots. “Holy shit, these cost a fortune! Taron, this is too much,” you said, shaking your head.

“And you love ice skating. It’s one of the things I know gives you joy. So I chose the best for the best person in my life, yeah?” he smiled softly while you felt so overwhelmed your eyes grew teary. He gave you a moment to compose yourself before squeezing your hand sweetly. “Why don’t we give them a try?”

“Um, yes,” you said, excitement taking over any other feeling you were having. You carefully enveloped the skates in your arms as you followed Taron into the ice rink, the evening sunlight streaming in through the wide decorative windows. You had skated at many of London’s rinks in your time, but the Palace was always your favourite. It had so much character and history to it, and that wasn’t lost in the modernization it had undergone.

Taron paid for your tickets and when he asked for rental skates for himself, you touched his arm gently. “Are you sure?” you asked, knowing he did not care to skate himself.

“Of course,” he laughed. “You’ll completely leave me behind in the dust, or shall I say ice chips, but I’m not about to let you go out there alone,” he smiled.

“Thank you,” you said genuinely, as he leaned in and stole a quick kiss from you. He gathered up his skates and followed you over to the benches; you both laced up and he dutifully clomped along behind you, chuckling under his breath at his own lack of balance on the blades. You slowly stepped out onto the ice, instantly feeling the blades bite at the ice and anchoring you. It was such a beautiful feeling, the way these new blades slid over the surface, perfectly toned and balanced. You gave an experimental turn and giggled to yourself before turning to watch Taron carefully edge out onto the ice himself, holding his hands out in front of him.

He wobbled a few times as he skated over to you, and you couldn’t help thinking he was the cutest thing on earth at the moment. You sweetly took his hand and pulled him along, you graceful, him a bit clumsy, but it didn’t matter. The notes of Christmas music tinkled through the air, the laughter of other skaters echoing off the rink walls. You completed a couple of loops around the rink before Taron lifted your gloved hand to his mouth and placed a sweet kiss there before dropping your hand.

“Go on then,” he grinned. “Dance circles around me, love,” he chuckled, and with your eyes alight, you dug into the ice and pushed off, feeling the wind rush past as you gained speed. You flipped from forward to backward and forward again, switching from the inside to the outside edge and back again, testing the responsiveness of the blades, but they were gold. You even did a couple of twirls, trying to not show off too much, but having taken lessons since you were eight, you couldn’t help feeling at home on the ice.

You skated back over to Taron just in time to watch him manage to trip himself, doing a couple of quick hops to try and catch his balance before he royally fell on his ass. You tried to hide your laugh behind your hands before quickly going over to help pull him up. But he only grabbed your hand and pulled you down with him, making you squeal and the other skaters around you give you bemused looks as you landed in his lap, careful to not nick him with your blades.

“So, worth it?” he asked, the tip of his nose a bit red.

“Totally,” you grinned, your face flushed and your eyes happy. He pulled you in for another quick kiss before letting you back up and letting you pull him up to his feet this time.

“Your arse is totally wet now,” you teased, skating a circle around him backward.

“Show off,” he teased. “And why are you looking at my arse?”

“Not my fault you have the cutest bum in the place,” you snickered, taking his hand again and encouraging him. He stumbled a couple more times but started to get more of the hang of it before admitting he was totally wiped out and was more than happy to sit and watch you go round and round the rink while nursing his cup of steaming tea. You waved to him cutely every time you passed, and he just seemed happy to see you enjoying yourself so thoroughly.

Closing time was fast approaching and the rink was emptying out. You decided, just once, to try for a jump, and Taron wanted to catch it on video. You took two quick laps around the rink before switching to the backside edge. You dug the toe pick of your free leg into the ice and felt the effortless rise from the ice as you initiated the double toe loop. The landing wasn’t the cleanest you’d ever done, but you managed to stay on your blades and recover on the exit, and you could hear Taron cheering you on, so you flashed him a huge grin and two thumbs up. Oh, you and these skates were going to become very good friends.

You finally exited the ice, feeling worn out and sore in the most delicious way. Why you’d never pursued skating professionally was beyond you, and those days were also long behind you. But that you hadn’t forgotten your training from all those years ago filled you with its own sort of inner glow.

“You’re bloody brilliant, you know that?” Taron said happily as you unlaced your skates. He hugged you closely to him as you both walked out of the rink after returning his rentals.

“You always say that, T,” you smiled sweetly.

“And I always mean it, y/n,” he grinned softly, gazing at you for a moment, the setting sun painting colors over his face. “So, I’m thinking we grab some takeout curry and settle in at home under the duvet.”

“Perfect,” you smiled, ready to get warm and rest after the day you’d had. But oh, it had been truly wonderful.

Once you were settled at home together, a movie on low volume on the telly and finished bowls of curry sat on the coffee table, you sighed contentedly and laid your head on Taron’s shoulder, both of you snuggled up under the duvet to keep warm. “Today has been truly lovely. Thank you,” you said.

“It’s not quite done yet,” he smiled, turning to you and cupping your face gently in his hands, leaning in until your noses were touching, both of you just sweetly gazing at each other for a moment before he pressed his lips to yours, reveling in the kiss. Sweet, soft, slow, kissing him always took your breath away. You wanted more but he wouldn’t let you have more, pulling away just as things began to get heated. You whimpered slightly and he smirked at you.

“Patience is a virtue, my sweet little virtuoso,” he grinned, making you roll your eyes playfully at him.

“Whoever said that certainly had never kissed you,” you joked but your laugh turned into more of a squeak as Taron opened the end table drawer and pulled out a little shiny black box. Your heart instantly slammed into your throat before beginning to race like crazy at the sight of it.

“I was going to do the whole reservations-at-a-fancy-restaurant kind of thing, but I decided that really wasn’t us. This is more us, honestly, and I wanted you to feel comfortable and happy. And I think I’ve hopefully achieved that,” he smiled, grinning over at you with the sort of look in his eye that meant you were the only person in the world that mattered right now. You nodded, your voice failing you a bit.

“We’ve been together for years now, and you’re the best part of me. You make me strive to be a better man every single day, and I couldn’t ask for a more kind, caring, compassionate woman to be by my side for the rest of the days I have on this earth. So would you do me the absolute honor of marrying my sorry Welsh arse?” he said, fairly beaming at you as he opened the box and showed off the simple ice-blue sapphire ring he’d chosen for you.

Your hands flew to your mouth in shock, surprise and absolute wonder that this moment was happening right now; You hadn’t even remotely suspected it. He had caught you so off guard, and yet, everything about this sweet moment was perfect too. “Yes, yes of course I’ll make a proper man out of you,” you teased back, making him chuckle and also have to wipe at his eyes, which only then made you tear up, and you were quite grateful you were in the privacy of your own home and not in public for the world to see. This moment was private and beautiful and just between the two of you, and that he had respected your need for that privacy meant so much more to you.

 He carefully removed the ring from the box and slid it on your finger, his hands shaking only slightly. “Now this day is perfectly perfect,” you whispered, forgetting everything else about the mountain of paperwork on your desk, every snarky client comment and every stressful email from your boss. Every day with this man in the life he promised ahead would be as full of joy and spirit as you felt when you were on the ice, and you could hardly believe this would now be your life.

“You do know this requires you to take skating lessons now so you can keep up with me, right?” you teased him lightly, making him laugh, and cry, at the same time.

“I’m looking forward to it,” he managed, his emotions spilling over and overwhelming him. You pulled him into your arms and held him that way, so grateful for him that you didn’t even have words to express it. You gazed outside the window and noticed that it had just begun to snow, tiny crystals alighting on the sill outside and sparkling in the soft light. It was truly like being inside a dream, you thought, and sometimes dreams really did come true.

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Ghost of You Chapter 3

Let’s goooooo!! Chapter 3 in my long ass series.

Enjoy lovelies xx

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The walk back to the dorms felt far too long and far to strenuous. The tears threatened to spill and thank the lord no one was around to see them leak from my eyes steadily.

Everyone was still at the concert by the time I got back to my room and crashed down on my unmade bed and covered my face tiredly as the weak blubbering forces me to sober up. With a groan, I rise to my feet and walk across my room to my bags still sitting in the middle of the floor where I unzip them carefully and begin to unload everything.

First to come out are all the clothing items that I hang up in my plain white wardrobe that has been built into one of the walls of the room. Then, I pull out my bedding supplies which consists of a duvet cover, pillowcases and bed sheets, all in black and red with different lace trimmings. Soon after, everything from cosmetics to posters, books to electronics and a variety of posters of my favourite bands are out of my bags and in their respective places.

Once I finished unloading all this from my bags, I hear a quiet knock at the door followed by a ‘let me in please’ from a seemingly innocent Carly. I shuffle over to the door and swing it open where she then pushes through me and into my room where she stands in the centre and crosses her arms across her chest.

I turn back to the sheets strewn across my double bed and almost groan in annoyance when Carly sits down on top of the made bed and stares at me with doe-like eyes.

“Why did you leave early?” She asks, her bottom lip pouting out slightly in disappointment. I huff out a sigh in reply and close my door before replying, “Not too into pop… Rock bands I guess.”

“I’m calling bull crap. You’re literally wearing a Led Zeppelin t-shirt and you were singing along to the songs.” She says pointedly as I release a loud groan of exhaustion and crash down on my bed, face first into my pillow.

“Do you know how you can cover this up? How to make me totally forget you bailed on me at that performance?” She asks mischievously as she sits down next to me on my bed.

I moan out a ‘what’ in reply as she lets out an evil chuckle and says, “Come to tonight’s welcome party in the conference centre. They’ve practically transformed this whole room for it and it’s going to be hectic.”

I don’t reply to her request, so instead, I simply sit up and stare at my new found friend.

Her eyes are bulging out of their sockets and her bottom lip is puffed out slightly as I roll my eyes at her and say, “As long as you pay for everything and you choose what I’m wearing.”

She squeals excitedly and immediately runs over to my cupboards and swings the doors open triumphantly. Whilst she sorts through my clothes, I walk over to the conjoined bathroom and begin to sort through my layers of make-up until I find my foundation and moisturiser which I lather on to my beige skin.

Carly then comes skipping into the bathroom where she throws a black bodycon dress with lace-up sides at me with a hot pink coat made entirely of fur.

“Where did you get the coat?” I ask her, my face contorting with horror at the sight of such a brightly coloured coat.

“My room.” She squeaks happily before throwing a clear g-string my way which I deign to catch and watch it slap against the polished white tiles.

“I am not wearing this tonight.” I say as I place it all carefully on the edge of the bathtub.

She pulls an immediate puppy face and I roll my eyes at her childishness before mumbling a string of profanities to which she smiles triumphantly and closes the bathroom door.

I roll my eyes and slip out of my current outfit into the one she chose before resuming my place in front of the mirror.

I layer on a variety of products I’ve mastered for occasions such as these and with a final swish of my deep red lipstick, my face is ready to go. I then pull my hair out of its messy bun and let if fall in waves down my shoulders in loosely organised, blonde waves.

Sighing at my appearance I walk out of the bathroom and back into the main room where I find a pair of black high heels that have a similar lace-up design as my dress.

I slip my phone into my coat’s pocket and with a swish of hair, saunter out into the hallway where I find Carly waiting for me in a bright red off-shoulder dress that she had matched with black diamond heels and a matching choker.

“You look wonderful Carly.” I say with a warm smile as she beams brightly back at me and flicks her dead straight brunette hair over one shoulder whilst looping her arm through my own. She then tugs into me motion as we walk towards the stairs and down the many flights before making our way across campus.

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The music pounds loudly as we walk through a tall balloon arch, into the welcome party for the new school year. I immediately lose Carly to a group I vaguely recognize from the tour this afternoon, and I can’t help but feel lost as I stand there nervously, my hands hidden inside the pockets of the great monstrosity that is supposed to be a coat.                                                                                              

After scanning the crowd of writhing bodies carefully, I spot a beverages table that I find myself gravitating towards to as though I’m attached via an invisible thread.

My hand hovers over a variety of liquids but when I can’t decide, someone appears next to me and says, “I’d recommend not touching any of it. It’s all been spiked.”

I don’t look towards the new voice but say, “All the more reason to drink it.”

I hear the voice chuckle slightly as he says, “You always were the adventurous type.”

I immediately snap my head to the right and find one of my old friends Ashton Irwin standing there with a cheeky grin gracing his toned face as his dimples make a prominent appearance.

I can’t help myself when I throw my arms around him with a squeal of excitement as he laughs and hugs me back, his embrace tight never failing until I pull away and finally take a good look at him.

“How are you? I haven’t seen you in what, four maybe five years.” I say stunned, my eyes glazing over with the joy found in seeing one of my best friends here.

“I know right! It’s been ages since we caught up. I think the last time I saw you, you had just come to the band’s rehearsal when we just came back from our short radio tour of sorts. But wow, look at you now.” He says as he steps back and gestures at my whole body.

I look down shyly and say, “What about you! Puberty hit you like a truck Irwin.”

He laughs once more but when his face returns to his usual cheeky grin, he says, “I really missed having you around Shay. We all did.”

I smile at him hesitantly and say, “I missed you too.”

The music intensifies in my ears as the silence between us sets in. He folds his arms across his chest as he looks down briefly with a huff before looking back up at me and saying, “Please come see the guys. We did miss you… A lot more than we probably should have since you spent more time just taking the piss out of a poor band.”

My mind goes into a conflicting war.

To go, or not to go. That is the question.

Why am I quoting Hamlet?

“No.” I reply as I pour myself a large glass full of the spiked punch and chug it down in one go.

“Why not? Have we done something wrong?” He asks desperately, taking my cup out of my hand which forces me to look at him.

“You never talked to me Ashton. None of you. You never visited or texted or called and I was left alone. I had no one in my life for four years except for my Mum.” I reply, the spiked drink already taking the edge off.

He looked at me with glazed over eyes and I just smirked with a huff of a laugh and with a swish of my hair, I walked deeper into the party and the bumping bodies leaving Ashton alone at the beverages table by himself.

I immediately begin to sway with the beat of some bass driven song and lose myself in the moment as songs roll into one another.

The floor is sticky underneath my heels and the dry-ice smoke swirled an array of blues, acid greens, hot pinks and golds. The music played over the dance floor as if it had fused with the bodies. Halfway through one of the songs, I start to dramatically heat up, so I take the initiative to walk over to the temporary cloaking area and drop off my phone and coat where the lady standing behind the counter takes it with a smile and locks it in a locker before I walk away again and pick up another drink.

The music moves me like I’m a puppet on strings, my head mashing so hard my brain is in shut down mode. There’s so much sweat on my skin and not all of it belongs to me. The strobe masks so many of my movements, every clap of my hands like it’s on pause at different moments. There’s fake love in the air, all hyped up and ready to give us a good time. I feel as if my soul will shine so bright my skin will start to glow like my aura would somehow become visible. But the night is so young, my limbs have so much energy that I could dance for millennia and then some more.

 I feel the part of me that’s really me come out to play, to feel the vibe of the music and let my body go free. One moment, one brilliant feeling of togetherness suspended in time. In ten years I’ll still remember tonight, I love the quiet life but I relish the crazy fun times. Music, friends, good times, dance. Then I can focus in class, learn the facts, be the good girl. But tonight, this time belongs to me.

The night hasn’t even begun and when 1 rolls around, someone grabs my arm and pulls me out of the writhing bodies and to the edge of the crowd. My mouth turns into a frown as I look at the back of the man’s head who’s pulled me out of the dancing scene.

Michael Clifford.

“Mikey,” I say, suddenly stone-cold sober. “What are you doing?”

“Taking you back to your dorm.” He says simply as he turns to me with a smile, still walking in the direction of the cloaking area where he picks up my coat and phone.

“Why the pink fluffy monstrosity?” He asks as he hands it to me and I wrap it around my shoulders.

“Why the constantly died hair?” I snap back as he replies with a quick, “Touché.”

I puff up my chest with drunken pride as I ask, “Where are we really going because you don’t know where I’m staying.”

“Taking you back to our place so you don’t end up riding some other drunken asshole for the night.” He says while I feign shock and cover my mouth in mock surprise.

“Because some little dickie bird is a good enough excuse for you to come ‘rescue’ me, you can be assured that won’t happen so please let me go so I can get back to my party.” I say as his grip on my wrist tightens and he leads me to a sleek black convertible with two other guys I immediately recognize as Calum and Ashton, sitting in the back seat.

“No. I told Ashton once and now I’m telling you Mikey. Don’t make me do this. I don’t want to deal with you guys.” I panic as I begin to try and claw his hand off of my wrist.

He doesn’t reply but instead walks over to the car and opens the passenger door and forces me to sit down.

“Welcome princess.” Says Ashton from behind as Mikey climbs in the driver side and starts up the car which growls in response.

I don’t respond to the warm tone from behind and instead, stay cold like the breeze blowing against my face.

#5sos #ashton irwin #ashton 5sos #calum 5sos #calum hood #5 seconds of summer #luke 5sos #michael clifford #luke hemmings #michael 5sos #calumhood #ashtonirwin #lukehemmings #michaelclifford #music #luke #michael #fanfiction #calum #ashton #fic #fan fiction #story #writing #fan fic #fan #fan fic problems #fan fic writing

[dracosollicitus]

For the fluffy prompts, could you do Poe surprising Rey in a regency setting? It doesn't have to be in your regency universe. Unless you want it to be. If that doesn't seem to flow with your inspiration, just Poe surprising Rey. You are the best! Thank you Thank you Thank you!!!!!

(oooOOOOooooOOOooooo I like it.)

[not in Force and Fortitude ‘verse, but regency/arranged marriage]

“Mrs. Dameron?” Rey startled where she was standing at the window, staring out onto the sweeping grounds at Yavin. She wondered for just how long Martha had been calling her name - her new one, the one she had yet to grow accustomed to. 

“Yes, Martha?” She smiled at the girl, who adjusted her arpon carefully.

“It’s the master, ma’am. He’d like to see you in the front drawing room.”

“Oh.” Rey nodded and bowed her head. “I see.” Martha bowed and turned to leave, but in a fit of nerves, Rey spoke yet again. “Martha–”

“Yes, ma’am?” 

“The master…did he seem…cross?” It would be very unlike Captain Dameron to be cross; he was perhaps one of the most genial people Rey had ever been acquainted with. To be fair, they were a good deal more than acquainted with each other, as they were three weeks into their marriage. 

“No, ma’am.” Martha smiled, a small twitch of the lips, but a smile nonetheless. “No, I - it is not my place, ma’am, but I believe you’ll be quite pleased with him.”

“Oh?” Rey arched her brow and smoothed out her dress. “Well then. Thank you, Martha.” The girl did bow and hurry away, and Rey sighed at that. She would have liked to have talk with the servant girl a little while longer, as it was not so long ago that their stations would have been equal. Not even four years ago had she been taken in by Mr. Skywalker as his ward; she had been elevated from destitution almost overnight, but after the death of Mrs. Mara and the unpleasant rumors that arose from a man in his fifties keeping on a girl not yet one and twenty, they were required to seek placement for Rey elsewhere.

At the time, when Mr. Skywalker had mentioned it, phrased it in that way so very delicately over breakfast, she had thought he meant as a governess. 

The next day, a Mr. Armitage Hux had appeared at tea, and Rey realized Mr. Skywalker meant something very different indeed.

Compared to all the painted ponies and complete and total crabapples that Mr. Skywalker had trotted out for her, Captain Dameron was undeniably the most suitable match. And, Rey mused as she walked down the hallway towards the front drawing room, Captain Dameron would be the best match in any gathering. A handsome military man freshly retired after a decade and a half at sea, Captain Poe Dameron turned heads wherever he went, had the easiest disposition Rey had ever come across - and that was even when considered next to Mr. Skywalker’s brother by marriage, Mr. Solo - and was exceedingly gentle, for all his famed ferocity aboard his ship. 

In fact, he was so gentle with her, Rey was beginning to fear he did not want to be married to her at all; he hadn’t so much as kissed her since their wedding day. When they retired for the night after their ceremony, Poe had kissed her hand delicately, stroked her hair as softly as a butterfly’s wing, and wished her a good night. That was the most physical intimacy they had experienced, and after Mrs. Solo had been so careful to explain to her the workings and expectations of a married woman, Rey fretted that she had done something to make Captain Dameron very displeased, indeed.

Rey reached the drawing room and smoothed out her dress one last time and patted her hair carefully, making sure it was pinned just so. Captain Dameron had never expressed any kind of preference regarding her hair, so she simply kept it in the current fashion - a strange regret thudded in her stomach at the notion that her own husband had never seen her hair down, but Rey tucked it away and knocked on the door delicately.

“Captain?” She said in a low tone, when there was no answer. “You called for me?”

“Come in!” Poe called back, much louder than she would have dared spoken indoors. Mr. Skywalker’s etiquette lessons, delivered by his own mother’s old butler, had been quite stern in breaking her of her wild habits. Rey pushed the door open and walked in. 

The moment she saw the entirety of the room, she gasped, her hands flying to her mouth. For a full half-minute, she did not speak, rendered speechless by the surprise. 

Captain Dameron stood in his waistcoat, looking very handsome indeed, and all the more handsome for the broad smile on his face; and what was also remarkable was the equally handsome pianoforte he stood next to. Rey had never seen such a fine instrument - the one she had learned to play on had been Mrs. Padme Skywalker’s, and had been several decades old - and she had not had the occasion to play on one since coming to Yavin. 

“Oh,” she gasped, once she had found her voice. “Captain Dameron - is this -”

“It is for you,” he said, his smile faltering slightly. Rey realized that her husband looked quite…nervous. She had rarely seen the expression on his face, and in fact, the one time she could recall such a nervous countenance had been when he lifted her veil in the ceremony. He cleared his throat and continued with a heightened tone of confidence. “Tell me, does it please you Mrs. Dameron?”

Her feet stumbled over each other in their haste to cross the room to the pianoforte, and Rey ran an admiring hand over the smooth wood, the whisper of her gown’s sleeve over the instrument undeniable. “Aye,” she whispered before correcting herself. “I mean - yes, yes it please me greatly.” She ran her hand along the keys, not pressing down, not daring to make uninvited noise, and she felt the heat of a blush fill her cheeks as she studied Captain Dameron’s gift to her. “It is too much,” she concluded, raising her eyes to his face with great anxiety. “You - you are too kind to me, Captain.”

His smile was gone, but his expression was no less affectionate as he gazed at her. “No, I do not believe so,” he countered. “I think it is just adequate.” 

“May I ask what the occasion is?” Rey inquired. “If I am in fact deserving of such a gift?”

“The occasion is you are my wife, and I can think of no special occasion required for me to enjoy spoiling my wife.” The captain rested his elbow on the instrument’s lid and smiled at her, wide and teasing, and Rey found herself returning the smile, showing her teeth, the precise opposite of how she was trained. Rather than disgust him, though, her easy show of happiness merely increased the joy on her husband’s face. 

She continued to stroke along the black and white keys with amazement, and she only looked up when Captain Dameron spoke again. “In honesty,” he said in a low voice, diverting her attention, “I - I do not know much of women, I fear.” She stared at him in shock; it was a forthright declaration, and one she would not have expected from the charming man; after all, more than one girl had expressed their jealousy to Rey after her engagement was announced two months prior. “I spent six and ten years at sea, my darling wife, and -” he laughed nervously, attempting to draw himself up to a straighter posture. “- And as good of men as my crew were, it was perhaps not the best environment to study how to please wives.”

Rey laughed, brightly, before she could stop herself. She covered her mouth with her hand, mildly horrified at the loud noise she’d created, but Captain Dameron shook his head earnestly. “No, please, I beg you - do not hide your laughter from me.” His lips twitched again, and he took a step towards her; Rey dropped her hands to her front once more and clasped them together. “Could you - would you perhaps tell me what I did to earn such a beautiful noise?” 

She blushed and looked down, her cheeks full warm now. “It was amusing, sir, to hear you say that you bought this,” she gestured at the pianoforte, “incredible gift merely because you wished to please me.” She lifted her eyes to her husband’s face and switched to a more teasing voice. “Most husbands would have started with flowers, if they wished to give their wife a gift.”

Captain Dameron laughed ruefully and nodded, and Rey smiled more, pleased that she had not angered him with her cheek. “I suppose that is true,” he acknowledged. “But I am not most husbands, and you are not most wives.” He coughed slightly and indicated the small bench set out in front of the instrument, a lovely little seat in a matching colour. “Would you please play something? Would it be too much to ask?”

“No, Captain,” Rey assured him, settling down on the seat and spreading the skirts of her dress carefully. “It would not. Do you have any requests?”

“The air you played the night we first met,” Captain Dameron said softly. She gazed at him in surprise, and saw that he was studying the pianoforte’s lid most diligently. “At the ball, when the ladies were exhibiting. You were - it was enchanting, the way you played. As though there were nothing in this galaxy but you and the music you created.”

“You do me a great honor, sir,” Rey said softly, setting her hands on the keys. “But I shall do my best, if only to please you as much as you have pleased me.” She began to play the tune, a spritely and energetic air that was a personal favourite of her own. 

“You always please me,” Captain Dameron said so quietly, it was almost entirely covered by the music. She blushed all the more, but continued to play, and when the last note had faded, she felt her husband’s eyes lingering on her face. She dared to meet them, and what she saw took her breath away. 

“You realize, husband,” she said serenely, enjoying the brief red on his face at the address, “That you have created quite a conundrum for yourself.”

“How so, wife?” 

“You started with such a marvelous gift, you shall have to find more elaborate and expensive items with each and every gift that follows,” Rey teased, and Captain Dameron laughed lightly at her jest. “Perhaps an elephant, next?”

“Perhaps,” the captain agreed. “But what should the lady like, for me to best please her?”

Rey opened her mouth to continue their lively banter, but a strong urge to be entirely honest consumed her, and she redirected her course. “Why…” she bowed her head again and studied her hands once more, which were once again clasped in her lap. “I should like…to spend more time with you.”

A gentle finger was tucked under her chin, and Rey lifted her head once more to meet her husband’s eyes. He looked thunderstruck, and it was difficult to gaze at him in her mortification. “Is that the truth?” He whispered. “Is that all my wife would ask of me? Time?”

“I should like to know you,” Rey said truthfully. “You are my husband, and yet we do not even…” she blushed, too shocked at her candor to continue. 

“Well,” Captain Dameron knelt at her side and held his hands out; Rey placed her hands in his, and he lifted them to her lips. “Let us rectify that. Tell me, do you currently have engagements elsewhere?”

“No, Captain,” Rey answered, a sweet smile crossing her lips. 

“It is settled.” He rose to his feet, and Rey did as well, their hands still clasped between them. “I will show you my favourite tree from when I was a boy. My mother planted it, and I took great pains with it in my childhood. If it would interest you?” His nervous expression had returned once more, and Rey inclined her head, eager to dispel the anxiety in his countenance. 

“I should like that very much, Captain.” They walked towards the exit together, Rey’s hand in his arm, but he paused at the door; she watched his tongue drag along his bottom lip - and for some reason, the sight caused her stomach to clench unbearably, as though she had missed a step walking down a flight of stairs. 

“May I ask one more thing of you, my darling?” Rey nodded in assent, her brow arched in curiosity. “Would you be so kind as to call me Poe?” She blinked, startled at the request. “I should very much like you to call me by my Christian name.” 

“As you wish,” Rey said, smiling so ferociously, her cheeks ached from it. “Poe.” 

They walked out of the parlor together, and Rey felt as though it were the beginning of a very great journey indeed.

#damerey #damereyconnection #jediplot #poe dameron #rey #sw #ficlet #regency au #prompt #ask #anon #fluff

[greypatrick-blog]

{ CHARLIE COX, 33, cismale, he/him, muse f } welcome friend! you know, i just saw PATRICK GREY in town. it’s good to see them. they’ve been staying in town for ONE YEAR and making a living as a WAR VETERAN. not too bad. i hear they can be a bit STUBBORN, but KIND. so, really who blames them? i hear they’ve been thinking about STARTING A NEW LIFE IN AMERICA. good for them. { Jude, 28, GTM-3, she/her }

Hello everyone. This is Jude. I’ll be joining the group as Patrick. Down below you can find his bio. I’ll soon be posting some plots I’d be interested in. However, if you want to start plotting right now feel free to hit my inbox.  Please, mind the trigger warnings before reading.

Patrick is the youngest of three brothers. He was born and raised in the Ipswich, England. Their family fairly healthy, and they lived a comfortable life. As a kid he was fairly interested in music, he even took some piano lessons, but was never particularly good at it. Nevertheless, he grew up to be a talented man. Like his brother, when Patrick was old enough he was sent to London in order to attend King’s College. 

Going to London opened up his horizons, and he started to explore new possibilities, he took his degree in the art department. He was following his heart, even though this wasn’t what his Parent’s expected of him, they hoped Patrick would find a job and get married and have children, like his older brothers. Instead, he met a young man named Roger Gillian, passioned by life like he was, who could play the guitar like an angel and ended up stealing Patrick's heart.

Of course, coming out as gay would be too shocking to his family. So they always kept things quiet. The lovebirds moved to a house in the suburbs. Patrick worked on the fine art department of King’s college while Roger had a part-time job at a local pub and would play around town at night. On the weekends they hosted parties and Roger would teach Patrick to play. They didn’t have much, but they loved each other. Nevertheless, when the war broke, Patrick saw himself called by duty. All his brother were signed up and were ready to fight. He couldn't be any different. He needed to protect the people he loved. He believed he was making his country a service, but little did he know this was the beginning of the end.

Roger tried to go back to his hometown in America, stay safe far from the madness Europe was. However, Roger died during a German attack on the island. Patrick was just devastated. He lost most of the joy he had in life. Honestly, he hoped he never ever did it make it out alive. Even when the war was over, he would never see another happy day without Roger to bright up his life. He thought he finally would meet his beloved one again in when one of the bays was taken, enemy’s aircraft threw bombs over the English troops. He remembers well his body being carried away by the blast, his head hitting against something hard and when it was all dark he whispered his lover’s name.

Maybe by divine intervention, maybe by chance, Patrick didn’t die that day. He was rescued in time to survive but was heavily injured. He was in a coma for several months. When he woke up, he found out that the war was over, and he didn’t have to worry about not being able to see Roger’s smile anyway. His injuries were too severe, and he lost his sight completely. People said he was lucky. That he should be dead. Patrick wasn’t so sure, though.

He was sent back his home in Ipswich where his mother told him he was the only man in the family who had made it through the war alive. And this made him feel even worse. Patrick saw himself deeply depressed. He felt useless, lacking the motivation to live another day. But he had to try it a little more, for his mother. They only had each other now. Unable to work and with so little income from the retirement, Patrick and his mother had to grow accustomed to little. The little food and lack of wood to warm up the home were probably the reason for a serious pneumony to grow into Patrick’s mother’s lungs.

Mrs Grey joined her other children some years later. And Patrick was the only one left behind. He lost Roger, his father, his brothers... and now his mother. Patrick missed them. That was what triggered him to go to a pub, and drink as much as he could. And instead of going home, he would jump out of the River Orwell bridge. However, a song started playing, "We Will Meet Again”, sang by a beautiful lady voice. The lyrics made Patrick cry and he changed his plans for the night.

Patrick decided to move to Redwater, where Roger was from had spoken so much on how great it was. He wasn’t really sure what he would do there. But he was finally done with his grief, and want to try to live again.

TL;TR version

Patrick was born in Ipswich, England.

He went to London for college.

He met a boy there, an American musician named Roger, who he fell in love with and they decided to live together.

Patrick was sent to fight in the war.

Meanwhile, Roger was killed during a German attack.

Patrick was in bombing incident and lost his sight.

He came back to Ipswich to stay with his mother.

She died some years after of pneumony.

Patrick then was planning a suicide when he heard a beautiful song that made him change his plans.

He decided to move to Redwater, Roger’s hometown, and try a new life.

WANTED CONNECTIONS/PLOTS

Hunting Past: Patrick’s late lover, Roger, was from Redriver, and although he didn’t keep much in touch with his family, there might have been someone who misses him. Someone from his family, friends, ex-boyfriends, this is totally up to you. Their relationship can be either a supportive one (sharing good memoried and going together through their grief) or a destructive one (maybe this relative/friend even blames Patrick’s for Roger’s death).

Camarades: People who Patrick had fought alongside during the war. People who have to know his worse side, and might be surprised to learn that he his actually someone sweet.

A new love interesses: Patrick is still very wounded by the things that happened to him lately. But slowly he is learning how to move forward, and it’s time for him to meet someone to love. However, this won’t be an easy task, since Patrick might be still hunted by some ghosts. (Note: this connection must be a male).

Friends: People who are kind enough to keep Patrick company. He is rather a lonely man.

A volunteer reader: someone who could stop by his place every now and then to read him the newspaper, or even a book. They would be paid on tea and biscuits, and maybe some nice conversations.

Students: Patrick knows a lot about music, and would be willing to teach people how to play the piano, the bass, accordion, and even the guitar (his personal favourite).

#redwaterintro #tw: war #tw: bombs #tw: death #tw: sucide mention

[vskpop]

My 30 favourite songs of 2018

YouTube playlist ⋅ Spotify playlist

30. Heroine – Sunmi

I hesitate to call Sunmi feminist – does she consider herself one? Can k-pop really be feminist? – but her matter-of-factly, eyes-wide-open songs that touch on the position of women in relationships and in society are the closest thing to genuine female empowerment I’ve seen in k-pop. It doesn’t hurt that every single one of her songs is amazing.

29. Bboom Bboom – Momoland

Considering I usually hate “viral” songs – I’ve been brainwashed to like Gangnam Style just recently – I’m still shocked at how much I love Momoland’s Bboom Bboom. I’m also proud to say that I was an early adopter of the song, and watching their success skyrocket made my Q1. I’m still not tired of the sax line and of the “GREAT!” shouted during performances. This song (and Momoland, really) is just irresistible.

28. Retro Future – Triple H

The last ever song by Triple H (anger abounds) is just a taste of the genre-bending, sound-mixing, absurd-lyric-writing that we could have gotten for many years. Their retro-future has nothing to do with the Jetsons, and much more with insane 80’s synths and, well, that sexy vibe.

27. Love Shot – EXO

Well, EXO, that was last minute. My ambivalence towards EXO is represented by this song, which I both find ridiculous and adore at the same time. This song’s luscious synths and layered vocals make it elegant, then the performance makes it kitsch. I don’t know if I’ve been brainwashed, but it’s so great.

Other songs of note: Electric Kiss – Tempo – Gravity

26. Not That Type – Gugudan

A thousand times yes for Gugudan doing edgier concepts. Not That Type is the spiritual successor to A Girl Like Me, and it’s almost as good. This song, however, is even tougher and more explosive. The new 8-member Gugudan is off to a great start.

Other songs of note: The Boots – Shotgun

25. Beautiful Feeling – Day6

Yet again, it’s my special skill to ignore all the popular songs that a group has, and in this case the rock vibe that defines it, and pick the sweetest, mellowest song they’ve put out. Day6 make some amazing power ballads, and Beautiful Feeling gives me warm and fuzzy feelings every time I listen to it.

Other songs of note: Days Gone By – Headache – Shoot Me – Somehow

24. Dinner – Suho ft. Jane Jang

I don’t know how the powers that be decided that this duet should happen, but the result is everything. Jane Jang’s one-of-a-kind voice layers beautifully over Suho’s, who ended up being often overlooked as an EXO vocalist for all these years.

23. Remember Me – Oh My Girl

Every single Oh My Girl put out is juicy in its on way. They may always go back to their foundational dreamy pop, but they never fail to throw in a twist. Remember Me’s EDM flavour and heavy rap are a total change from Secret Garden, but the song still blossoms into a romantic, airy chorus, and all of the members find something to sink their teeth into.

Other songs of note: Secret Garden – Magic – Love O’Clock

22. La Vie en Rose – IZ*ONE

My resolve to ignore the existence of IZ*ONE (and survival show groups in general) faded at the first two octaves of La Vie En Rose. This song does so much with so little: the atmosphere it creates, and the contrast between the powerful pre-chorus and the understated chorus are what makes the song for me. In the meantime I’ve started to learn their names, so I’m doomed.

21. I Want You – SHINee

SHINee’s constant stream of releases this year is at the same time a new beginning and the beginning of the end. It’s hard to imagine that a whole year has passed since Jonghyun, and it’s hard to think that the group has survived even though these songs are concrete proof. I really struggled to make it through the more melancholy songs, so I picked I Want You out of a series of basically perfect tracks.

Other songs of note: Good Evening – Chemistry – Electric – Who Waits For Love – Countless – Our Page

20. LATATA – (G)I-DLE

I would be surprised if there was a single Boombayah lover who didn’t love this song. It has the same (pseudo-Indian?) influences, the same rhythms, the same anthemic quality. Latata is catchy, hypnotic, fun, and showcases all the members equally (ok, maybe Soyeon a bit more than everyone else). This is a textbook debut for 2018.

Other songs of note: Maze

19. 1, 2, 3! – Seungri

Here’s someone who usually did club music and for once didn’t, and I loved it anyway! 1,2,3!  is retro, guitar-led and much more lighthearted than anything Seungri has ever done. It’s lovely to see a less sultry (and a biiiiit slimy?) side of him. Also Anda.

Other songs of note: Hotline – Where Are You From

18. 22 Century Girl – fromis_9

I feel that my obsession with fromis_9 is still at its earliest stage, and that by the end of 2019 I will have gone totally mad for them. I am in love with their singles – To Heart, Love Bomb, what instant classics! – but the whirlwind of sounds of fever dream 22 Century Girl have stolen my heart.

Other songs of note: To Heart – Love Bomb

17. Blue Moon – Gyeong Ree

Another one for the theme of this list: house! Give me all of it in your pop songs! Here’s hoping that Gyeong Ree (wasn’t it easier when she spelled it Kyungri? Anyway) continues her solo career with such intriguing, sophisticated but super-fun songs.

16. Stay Here – Sojung

I don’t know exactly, but I cry my eyes out more often than not when I hear this song. Ladies’ Code’s Sojung’s voce is as light as a feather, until it explodes in the soaring chorus. Everybody knows that I love any power ballad, but the complex emotional balance of this one is just on another level.  

15. Now or Never – SF9

I can’t say I’ve been following SF9 as idols, but I have been listening to all their releases and they have given me nothing but quality. I know I complain about songs with drops, but the deep house (yep, again) and that sensual “jealous” have been killing me ever since they came into my life. It might be my favourite hook of 2018.

14. I Love You – EXID

I was a bit taken aback by EXID’s Lady earlier in the year, but it was love at first listen with I Love You. The distorted hook opens and holds together a song that has all the best of EXID, including Solji, who has returned stronger than ever with flawless vocals and zero shame.

Other songs of note: Lady

13. Dejavu – NU'EST W

You guessed it – house. Nothing has given me as much joy as the rise of NU’EST W, and I’ve been even happier because they did it with superb, incredibly on-trend songs while retaining the dark charm of their pre-success material. They really leaned into the “sexy bandit” thing, and I’m all for it.

Other songs of note: YlenoL – Shadow – Feels – Help Me

12. Oh! My mistake – APRIL

This song is fluffy and super-poppy and at the same time side-eye in music, if that was ever possible. The super-innocent and cute concept that APRIL have been doing since forever is now tinged with tongue-in-cheek sarcasm, and a little creepy synth that perfectly matches the theme of the track. It’s so addictive and so delicious.

Other songs of note: Oh-e-Oh – BEEP

11. Snapshot – IN2IT

I love when smaller groups do really, really great and out of the box stuff instead of copying their more successful peers. I’ve watched countless performances, entranced by the bass that opens the song, holding my breath for that “heartbeat go fast, heartbeat go slow”. This is one sexy song, and IN2IT are one good rookie group that I will keep my eye on.

10. Timeless – NCT U

Leave it to me to find the most niche release a super-popular group has had, and fall in love with it so deeply that the rest (most of which I hated, not sorry) doesn’t count. NCT are too big of a group with some really, really good singers hiding in the back line while the rappers swagger about. I loved that some of them got their chance to show off and I adore this poetic, heartbreaking song.

Other songs of note: Boss – Baby Don’t Stop – Replay (PM 01:27)

9. Shine – Pentagon

I have to wonder if this song would have been higher in my charts if it wasn’t for the bloodbath that was of Pentagon and their career after this song came out. It’s such a pity that such a feelgood song has become, well, not so feelgood. This song’s wonky piano riff and anthemic chorus are still a delight, and their personality really shines (LOL) through. OT10 forever.

Other songs of note: Off-road

8. The Grand Dreams – Minseo

Where did Minseo even come from? Why hasn’t she been here our entire lives? Her dreamy vocals have been giving me life this year, and her refined musical sense (or of her producers, really) is a breath of fresh air when everything gets a bit to same-y in k-pop.

Other songs of note: Is Who

7. One of Those Nights – Key ft. Crush

Key came in last minute and slapped us all in the face with a perfect album that is reminiscing of SHINee’s work from earlier in the year, but also shows his personality as an artist. The lead single One of Those Nights moves fast and interweaves the melancholy of the lyrics in the music. Both Key and Crush are shockingly good vocalists, but together they just make each other shine even more.

6. Allegro Cantabile – Nature

Random music terms / Italian? I had to check it out. Nature put out something that’s a musical number, j-pop anime opening and k-pop bubblegum all in one. Their vocals are amazing and they are adorable. I’m excited to follow them into 2019.

5. DDU-DU DDU-DU – BLACKPINK

Is this Blackpink’s best offering? No. But what does it say when your not-best is still miles ahead of the competition? Blackpink have been doing k-pop bangers better than anyone else, and DDU-DU DDU-DU, from Jennie’s spitfire rap to Rosé’s melodies, hits all the right spots (like a ddu-du ddu-du).

Other songs of note: See U Later

4. Puzzle Moon – GWSN

This song is so good. These girls are so good. As I put together this list, I realised how much all I wanted in 2018 was a good deep house sample, and GWSN delivered. The bass contrasts elegantly with the tiny voices, and the obscure chorus – “make it moon” – emphasizes the magical atmosphere of this song.

3. Air – Winner

I miss old Winner. New Winner’s YOLO swag annoys me at best, so I dig through their b-sides in search for what we lost when Taehyun left. Air’s appropriately breathy chorus and gentle, romantic atmosphere did it for me and managed to put Winner on my podium yet again. Good job, Winner. Now stop it with the tropical house.

Other songs of note: We Were – Movie Star – Raining – Have A Good Day

2. KILLING ME – iKON

The year started well for me (and everyone else) and iKON with Love Scenario, but I had no idea of where it would bring us. Killing Me’s bitter, moody atmosphere made for the dance song of my dreams. The decisive beat and array of distortions somehow create an eerie, understated atmosphere. It’s a dance song, but make it sad and a little creepy.

Other songs of note: Love Scenario – Rubber Band – Beautiful – Perfect – Freedom – Don't Let Me Know

1. Oh My – Monsta X

I know. I am annoying myself by picking a b-side as my favourite song of the year, but here we are. Monsta X have become one of my very favourite groups and, while their album songs have always been amazing, to me Oh My summarizes everything I love and everything I want from them. In a year of minimalism, it’s loud, larger than life, unafraid of bleeps and bloops, rich in both vocals (Kihyun!) and proper rap sections. It’s the powerhouse that I expect from them and I hope to hear again and again.

Other songs of note: Jealousy – Destroyer – Fallin' – Spotlight

#sunmi #momoland #triple h #exo #gugudan #day6 #jane jang #oh my girl #iz*one #shinee #(g)i-dle #seungri #fromis_9 #gyeongree #sojung #SF9 #exid #nuest #april #in2it #nct u #pentagon #minseo #nature #blackpink #gwsn #ikon #winner #monsta x

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Bughead Family Discord Member Spotlight

This week the spotlight is on Cat ( @shibbycat ), our newest admin! Click the read more link below to get to know our member!

Spotlight by Mila, @jughead-jones | Graphic by Katie, @betty-cooper

Cat | @shibbycat

Name: Cat 

Age: I’m old enough to own a Sega Genesis bought in a store the year it was released, and yes. I still play it. 

Location: Northern Italy for the time being, but I’m prone to moving quite bit. 

Any other languages aside from English people can contact you in?: I can do some conversational Spanish, and I can have Eric (my husband) tell me what you’re saying in Russian.

Favourite Riverdale characters and ships?: What gave you the impression that I like Riverdale or its ships? JK. Shockingly, I’m all about that Bughead. ALL about it. I care about most of the characters & their successes/failures… with Betty, Jughead, Veronica & Cheryl in the lead. 

Favourite moments from S1 & S2?: Wow. Talk about a Sophie’s Choice. Here goes nothing. I legit yelled at my screen during The Look in 1x02, “omG. IT’S HAPPENING.” My childhood ship was exhumed. Best day. The dynamic between Jughead & FP in 1x07 rang particularly true to me. I also took away that Jughead talks about Jellybean like she’s his kid, not his sister. It guts me every single time. The end bit where Betty & Jughead walk away together really demonstrated how close they already were as a couple. Bonus for that being the scene where it clicks with Archie his two best friends were 5000% together, & their friendships was never going to be the same. It’s a small moment but I love it. Picking one thing from Season 2??? Co-Presidents. The absolute equality in their relationship was so perfectly on point here for me. The support and respect for one another was on display in blinking neon lights. WAIT. The hospital scene. I can’t leave it off. Jughead “I’ll never stop loving you” Jones almost gets murdered & only feels bad about not being there for Betty. All that matters to Betty is Jughead getting better. Plus, down-the-face kisses. I can’t with these two. 

What are your hopes for S3?: I’m really hoping to see more of a focus on the friendships. I want to see them all work together in general & specifically, to defeat Hiram. We got to see an entire season of Hiram doing nothing but succeeding in his various nefarious causes & successfully pitting Bughead/Varchie against one another. Seeing his takedown at the hands of those whose lives & relationships he thought destroyed as they’re instead working together? Yes. Very yes. I’m of course beyond stoked for the Bughead Detective Agency & them working/growing together in their relationship & lives. Some actual fun times would be great to see. Yano, ones that don’t end in someone getting murdered or going to jail.

Other fandoms you’re into?: Besides Riverdale, I only exist in lurker status (thanks anxiety!) for fandoms, but I lurk(ed) super hard in Harry Potter (Except that I’ve totally written terrible HP fic. Really happy no one’s going to read this to know that), Reylo, Doctor Who, & Sherlock.

What are some of your favourite movies/TV?: Besides the obvious, just about everything Disney touches owns my pocketbook, dedication & continued attention. Parks & Rec, The Office (both UK & US), Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Gilmore Girls, Doctor Who, Star Trek: TNG, & Sherlock are all shows I can watch on repeat. I’m not even going to start on non-Disney movies, because I’ll be here all day.

Favourite books?: This is literally the most difficult question to answer, because books are life. I’m going to keep it brief & say “Harry Potter.” They changed my life, they saved my life, & they’re always there to welcome me home.

Favourite bands/musicians?: Favorites are so hard. I like a little something from most genres of music, but I can never turn off classic Elton John, BSB (I had full plans to marry Kevin as an 11 year old), Linkin Park, John Williams, Lady GaGa, Guns n Roses, The Killers, or Queen. Big picture wise, I’m particularly attached to Classic Rock, practically anything 80s, late 90s/early 2000s pop (I still know all the choreo to Bye Bye Bye & Oops... I Did It Again), The Great American Songbook, classical music, popular songs converted classical arrangements, and I’m a sucker for 1960s/70s R&B/soul. Long story short, I make a lot of playlists. 

If you could live in any fictional world which one would you choose and why?: Harry Potter for sure. Wands which choose you. Broomsticks which get released like new car models. Owls which deliver mail anywhere. Portkeys/Apparating/Brooms/Floo powder making travel dirt cheap/free. Butterbeer & Pumpkin Juice. If it’s not clear, I’m really into Harry Potter. OH. I also did a HP LARP a few years ago in a Polish castle, & it was the greatest thing EVER. 

Favourite food?: Oh food. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. Seriously. I travel around just to eat. Limiting to one kind? Mexican food. I could eat it everyday. 

Favourite season?: Fall/winter. First of all, I like to wear a GRIP of layers. I’m also a big fan of being lazy & putting a beanie on over my unstyled (often unbrushed) hair. I’m also VERY into Halloween & Christmas. I decorate for both with gusto. Christmas goes up in my house the same day it does at Disneyland: 10 November. I’m also obsessed with Christmas Markets. So many quality Halloween/Christmas films too! I have an entire list of mandatory watches every year. 

Favourite plant?: Really large sunflowers with the dark red/deep orange petals. Their seeds also demonstrate the Fibonacci sequence, and I’m a human who believes math is the most beautiful thing in the entire world. 

Favourite scent?: There’s something magical smelling about old books for me. I also really enjoy the way rain smells on dry pavement when it first starts falling.

Favourite colour?: It’s been purple ever since I learned how the Phoenicians made it when I was 9. 

Favourite animal?: Cats. All kinds & sizes...except Sphynxes. & unicorns. Are you a night owl, an early bird, or a vampire?: Night owl/early bird. The insomnia is strong with this one. 

Place you want to visit?: I’ve been lucky enough to check a lot of places off my “must see” list, but Madagascar is still a life goal. OH! & to visit every single Disney park around the world. 

Do you have pets? If you do, tell us a little about them: Ah! Something I LOVE talking about. I have 3 incredibly spoiled cat children who want to cuddle all the time. That’s right. Cat loves cats. They’re all rescues, Maine Coons, and little characters to be sure. Their names are Dorcas, Knick Knack, & Elmo. We’ve had Dorky for 10 years and Elmo & Knick Knack for 9 years. Knick Knack likes to walk on a leash & paws at the door for his walk. Dorcas plays fetch with toy mice, and Elmo likes to cuddle so hard Eric is genuinely worried I’ll be suffocated by his snuggles. 

Tell us a little about yourself?: My grandma once told me that I’ve always known exactly who I am, even as a child, and I’ve let that sense-of-self guide me (not always to greatness mind you) every day. I’m an introvert with fairly crippling anxiety & depression, and I simply don’t care who knows it. If me being upfront about it can help anyone, I’m happy to do it. I’m hypercritical of myself & what I put out into the world. Being frank, honest, and sarcastic are how I say “hello,” but I’m also a firm believer in “don’t say something rude just to say something rude.” Tact is key. Encouraging people to find their own happiness & fulfillment in life are things which bring me joy. Likewise, I’d do pretty much anything for a friend, & if there’s something I can do to help them/help someone in their journey to find happiness in life, I want to do it. Uuuummm, I laugh so hard I cry a lot, and my eyeliner runs. It always makes people think I’ve been crying for real & filled with emotions. It’s awkward. I guess I’m creative? I like woodworking, pyrography, crafting, and making nerd stuff through those mediums. 

Fun or weird fact about you?: I entered my wedding reception to “The Imperial March.” It’s safe to say I’ve been a wee bit obsessed with Star Wars for longer than my Sega Genesis is old.

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This is the ninth instalment of Bughead Family’s Member Spotlight series. Each week, a member’s url is selected through a randomizer and they will be featured in a spotlight post. In order to participate, please join the Bughead Discord (more information found here). Thank you.

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[amollion]

Newcomers Pt 30

Drums, flutes, horns, dancers, actors and all manner of instruments and those who used them were part of the parade and they like their city celebrated. Many had been waiting in the streets for hours even before dawn just to see a glimpse of their new Chieftain. Flags and banners were waved from windows of the buildings that lined the route and people fought for room to see and even fights would break out but were quickly broken up by the guards that lined the streets. Leading the parade was a Bastion, it held it's weapons high and it's klaxon roared over the cheers of the crowed. Many who had been in the city when it had fallen to the Humans looked up at these things with fear as the memories of that day came back. But to those who were seeing it for the first time it was a wonder of technology. The cheers and shouts that greeted the passing dancers, soldiers, warriors and musicians were nothing compared to when Ceran and Taleena came into view. Many thought they would go deaf as their Chieftain and his wife to be passed them standing together holding each others hands high and expanding their winged capes. The crowed was even honoured to see the two kiss which brought more cheers.

All the while the transport carried them, Ceran would find time to look at Taleena and the two would often be seen just looking into each others eyes. Some said this was to please the crowed, others who were sceptical of the whole thing dismissed it. But there were those who knew that look, these two were truly falling in love with each other if they had not already. One of the more humorous surprises was when Hesky and Cathy sang, sometimes alone sometimes as a duet. It seemed they had gone to great lengths to prepare the right songs to keep the spirit of the parade going.

The Benemar warriors marched with pride for they were the first of Geeda that would be there to protect their new Chieftain, many were warriors who had fought against the Humans when the city had fallen. But as their oath says they protect the Chieftain of Geeda and that was now Ceran. They were not armed in the traditional Benemar manner of oversized cumbersome but powerful rifles but instead wielded modified Human rifles made for their size. Human rifles were less powerful but far more accurate. Marching alongside them were the Human soldiers clad in their new battle armour. As their bodies had changed so to had their equipment, the new armour encased their entire body in pitch black light absorbing armour, The most obvious difference was their helmets which now had a face mask which hid the features of every soldier. To an enemy army they would be fighting an army of clones. It was fashioned to pay homage to the Gal who had since dwindled in number and now only a few of their ships remained. Two green triangle shaped eyes with two pincers engraved slightly risen from the mask gave the impression of a more Human like Gal as both races of Human and Gal were coming to an end.

The parade was fast approaching the Chieftain's tower and the two of them who had now become accustom to waving to the crowed and extending their winged capes for their amusement were feeling nervous again. It would be here they would be married. They took each other by the hand once more and drew strength from one another. Taleena smiled at Ceran and kissed him one last time before they had to disembark from the transport. Almost as though she feared she would not get another chance.

They were helped down from the transport and surrounded by guards both Human and Benemar, they ascended the steps of the Chieftain's tower. Waiting for them at the top were their parents, Taleena's as well and her brother Jakop who could barley contain his excitement even if he did glare at Ceran bit.

Jenkins was also present along with the elders and Ceran's new court which he will use and trust to help him govern the city. The crowed cheers slowly died down as their image was now streamed all over the city and even beyond.

They stopped before Jenkins who along with Sharn next to him held a small crown of golden leaves. They knelt before them, Ceran on one knee and Taleena on two as the tradition went.

The silence was now total as everyone watched and waited for what came next.

“Humanity came to this world expecting to find only enemies, but instead we found friends. This young man, who has with only words conquered what others could only do with blades now stands ready to lead the Benemar of Geeda as Chief” the crowed cheered once more and they had to wait for it to die down before Jenkins could continue.

“Ceran, do you swear to rule justly and honourably?”

“I swear”

“Do you swear, to be the first into battle and the last in retreat in defence of this city?”

“I swear”

“Do you swear, to love and honour your chosen mate, to stand with her in all things?”

“I swear”

Ceran swore the last part to Taleena as much as to Jenkins and the people and she smiled, since they knelt they had not looked away from each other.

Sharn then spoke to Taleena.

“Taleena, do you swear to rule with honour and grace?”

“I swear”

“Do you swear to be the voice of the people less he forget his duties?”

“I swear”

“Do you swear, to love and support him and stand with him in all things?”

“I swear”

“Then by the power we took by the blade, I now pass to you” Jenkins and Sharn placed the crowns on their heads but the crowed did not cheer yet.

“Now rise, Chieftain Ceran and Taleena of Geeda!”

The roar of the city could be heard for miles around the city as they as one voiced their joy for the crowning of their new Chieftain.

The two stood for a time waving to the crowed now fully crowned and adorned for their new roles in the days to come. Then the more private celebration was about to begin and Ceran and Taleena's families came forward to congratulate them.

“My baby sister” Jakop said hugging her “Look at you” he was smiling from ear to ear as he did so and behind him slowly came her parents.

“Taleena” her mother smiled and her father looked down at her smiling.

She smiled at them both and hugged them both tightly and for a time considered a bit too long. She pulled away her eyes were filling with tears but she was smiling.

“I don't want to see either of you again” she said simply and left.

They went to go after her but a pair of Benemar guards barred their path and their shouts to her fell on deaf ears. Jakop though understood why she said what she did as would anyone if they knew her story. He although still had affection for his parents like any child would was rather pleased to see this sense of justice or karma as the Human put it fall upon them. He unlike them was allowed access to the Chieftain's tower and the celebratory dinner that was to follow.

“Are you sure you want that?” Ceran asked her.

“Yes” she said taking his hand.

Suddenly Ceran's arm was seized by Jakop “Listen here you little shit, you ever make my sister cry and I'll tear off your arm and beat you to death with it”

He paused and suddenly noticed he was surrounded by Ceran's Benemar guards and the guests had all frozen in shock.

“Um...you do know that grabbing me, your Chieftain like that and threatening me is punishable by impalement”

Jakop's eyes widened in fear, he looked to his sister who said nothing and only looked at him and nodded that her husband was right.

“Um....huh?” Jakop said still holding Ceran's arm.

Then Ceran burst into laughter and the atmosphere suddenly lifted “Oh I am going to have so much fun doing this, it's fine Jakop” he said slapping his now brother in laws arm. “Have no fear, I intend to make your sister the happiest girl on Bento, but if I ever do fail in that you may indeed try to kill me, if you can make it past my guards” Ceran laughed and Jakop gave a nervous laughter in return.

“Is he serious?” he asked Taleena.

“Who can tell?” she replied going to Ceran's side and linking her arm with his.

Jakop watched them go and the Benemar guard followed, he smiled as he saw his sister give her husband another kiss. He liked this new Chieftain for he had never seen his sister more happy.

The dinning area was large and had an open space in the centre where dancers performed for the guests, both Human and Benemar dancers had been invited as the guests consisted on both races. Ceran and Taleena sat at the head table where guests would come and offer their more personal congratulations and offer gifts.

“Greetings young Chieftain, it is an honour to finally meet you”

“Greetings Admiral” Ceran replied noticing the uniform.

“My apologise for not being at your Crowning as sadly the war in space delayed me”

“It is sometimes hard to remember a war is happening at all” Taleena said.

“You my dear I hope never has to see the like of this one again” Winston said kissing her hand in the Human way. “Unfortunately I do not have any gifts either for you except may be some advice my father gave me. Always keep your weapon in your left hand”

“What does that mean?”

“I didn't know then and I'm not sure I know now” Winston said looking puzzled.

“Well I thank you for it nonetheless”

The evening went on and the music slowly change tempo to a more slow rhythm, then to the shock of many Ceran got to his feet and offered his hand to Taleena.

“Would do dance with me, my lady” he asked.

She took his hand and got to her feet and the dance floor emptied for themselves to dance alone on. Ceran nodded to Sharn and she signalled the musicians to switch to a certain melody. It was Taleena's favourite and Ceran had asked her brother what songs she liked so as to have this moment with her.

He held her by the waist and her hand and the two danced, his eyes never straying form hers. Their dance was not eccentric nor elaborate and nor did it need to be, Ceran and Taleena danced for each other and not to be a spectacle for their guests.

“I love you” he whispered.

She looked at him shocked, he had never said it before now and she could not help but have her eyes fill with tears.

“And I love you”

The two kissed as the music ended and the room erupted in applause, even the guests had felt their hearts warm and had held their own partners closer while they danced.

Ceran's father and mother then approached embracing them both and welcoming Taleena to the family of which Ceran was now technically the head of.

Malthos though held up his hands and called for everyone's attention, Oolana could guess what was about to happen next and laughed.

“Friends and honoured guests” he said “This entire day has been a great celebration and even outside I still hear the drums of the people celebrating the night away. Let us hope they do not all get too drunk”

Laughter followed his small joke.

“And now, as many of you now know it is time for the bedding”

Ceran and Taleena shot looks at him.

“So, ladies if you would take my son's wife to the bedchamber we shall follow with the Chieftain shortly”

“Um...father?” Ceran was able to say before he was pulled away and the woman in the room all crowed round Taleena who looked rather frightened as to what was going on. This part of the wedding is not told to young Benemar and they will only learned of it on their own wedding day when it happens. It was why all the unwed Benemar had been ushered from the room before it took place.

In accordance with the tradition Taleena's wrists were bound with silk and she was lead away while Ceran looked on.

“Now son you will drink your last glass before you go and join her” his father lead him back to the head table and he was poured another glass but this one was not ale or any kind of alcohol but a soft wine that was meant to clear the head and prepare the man for the night to come. Now the room was filled only with men and it almost reminded Ceran of his bachelor party and he noted how men tended to act when there were no woman around. Especially the Humans who became more loud and boisterous and more physical with one another by getting into friendly fights. He slowly drank his wine and spoke with his father and his now brother in law who had asked why he had had to leave and where his sister was. Ceran in accordance with the tradition did not answer the first but simply said Taleena had retired for the night.

“Wait if she has retired, you are going to as well soon?” he asked.

“Yes, once I have finished my drink”

Jakop stood there his eyes looking but not seeing, his sibling instincts screamed at him to hit Ceran but his mind told he shouldn't “I don't know what to do now”

“You could get me another drink”

“NOPE” Malthos said taking the glass away “You have made that one last too long it's time for you to get going”  

He pulled his son to his feet and everyone saw and knew where he was going and shouted their approval and cheered.

But his father took him to one of the rest rooms where a number of servant girls were waiting to clean all the make up off his face and dress him in a night tunic. He tried to protest but his father pushed him inside and held it shut until he was finished.

Now washed and dressed more suited for the night he walked with his father to the highest room in the tower.

“So father”

“Yes?”

“Any last minute advice for me?”

“Well how the plumbing works is-”

“I know all that!” Ceran shouted.

“Then the rest will come to you, just take it slow” Malthos said smiling. Finally they arrived at the two doors that lead into Ceran's new chambers, inside was his wife waiting for him.

“Here” his father handed him a knife.

“What's this for?” Ceran asked almost horrified and confused.

“To cut the silk, it used to be chains and locks and the father would hand over a key but now it's silk and a knife” Malthos patted his son on the shoulder and left leaving Ceran alone.

He was suddenly nervous, he had never been with a woman before and his hand shook as he tried to take the door handle to enter but like an invisible barrier he could not approach it.

“Ah” he grunted to himself and paced in front of the door.

“CERAN GET IN THERE!!!!” his father voice sounded from down the hall and he leapt grabbing the door handle and running inside.

The chamber was dark except for the light of the moons coming through a pair of glass doors to his right that were stationed next to the bed. On the bed sitting down was a figure that he could clearly see was Taleena, like him she had had her make up removed and was dressed for the night. Swallowing he walked towards her and finally could see her face, she was smiling at him, her wrists still bound by the silk and she slowly offered them to him. Remembering he had the knife he cut her free and put the silk and knife aside on the table.

They sat there with neither of them speaking for a few moments and started laughing both of them feeling shy and embarrassed.

“Have you ever done this before?” she asked her voice low.

“I err...no” he replied sheepishly “Have you?”

She smiled but said nothing and pulled him towards her kissing him, they laid down together and shared the night in one another's embrace.

The next morning Ceran was awoken by the sun shining through his glass doors and he grunted as he strained to open his eyes and shield them with his hand. Looking down he saw Taleena had slept resting her head on his chest and him embracing her in the way he remembered before he fell asleep. His mind went to last night and he smiled, it would be a night he would cherish in his memory forever.

Gently slipping out of Taleena's embrace and not waking her, he got up and went to the glass doors and opened them feeling the cool breeze wash over his body and the warm sun strike his skin. He walked to the edge of the balcony and looked down and saw thousands of people looking up and cheered when he came into view...naked. He shouted and jumped onto the floor towards the room and crawled back inside waking Taleena who shot up and looked around confused.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“There are thousands of people down there looking up here” he said still laying on the floor.

“Oh they are waiting for the red sheet” she said yawning and rubbing her eyes.

“The what?”

“It another tradition the woman told me about when a Chieftain takes a wife, after their first night together the sheet they slept on that has the blood of her on is thrown from the balcony”

“But...you're not a virgin, you didn't bleed” he said getting to his feet.

“Yes that is why the woman gave me this” she showed him a small vile of red liquid which he assumed was blood. “Being a virgin is not necessary any more but people like the spectacle” she threw back the covers and spilt the blood over the sheet and used a sponge to dry it.

“Get dressed in something they will expect you to throw this from the balcony”

He quickly threw a tunic over his head and Taleena gave him the sheet rolled up, he took it and the whole thing seemed a bit out of date to him but it seemed to bring some joy to the people so he went with it. Opening the doors again he walked to the balcony and threw the sheet over the edge and the crowed erupted in cheers that dwarfed those of when he first came out.

Now came the days that they had to begin ruling the city and they took to it with a vigour that only Benemar of their age could. Taleena made sure the food distribution centres stayed open for any who could not afford a meal for that day, it meant that taxes went up a bit but she convinced the people by asking what if they could not eat one day?

Ceran went about securing the military power, he made sure his Benemar warriors were well armed and well trained and asked the cities scientists to try and find a way for them to build their own rifles and not rely solely on the Humans. The two of them also went about travelling the city looking over outdated and old buildings many of which had burned during the bombing and went about modernizing the infrastructure. They also began construction on public service buildings such as education centres for those wishing to learn skills even into their adulthood. This was a revolutionary idea as in Benemar culture skills were passed from parent to child and not widely shared. Except for the young schooling they would get in basic matters.

The Humans did their best to help Ceran and Taleena but they were slowly pulling away from them, they knew what was about to happen, Williams forces had arrived and the time to march on Potellan had come. But just as Jenkins was to give the news to Ceran, the new Chieftain pledged one quarter of his warriors to march on the city with him saying.

“This is no longer a war between Humanity and Benemar, this is a war for us to throw off the yoke of the High Chieftains tyranny bring Bento into the light of a new era”

The Humans could not very well refuse such an offer and Ceran would not even hear of Jenkins answer, the Human were as they were in Geeda, subject to his rule after all.

The Humans formed in the streets of Geeda fully armed and armoured, their faceplate emotionless and stern for the battle to come, the people of Geeda had come to bid them farewell and good luck. Even those who had been in the city when the Humans attacked it now seemed sad to see those they had once called enemies but now called friends leave for battle.

Ceran and Taleena stood outside the Chieftain's tower where Jenkins and his officers were gathered, in a final farewell.

“Humans, when I first saw your kind I was struck with fear and hatred. But now I look upon you with admiration and fondness” he began and Taleena took over.

“You may have come to this world as conquerors, but you will leave as liberators fighting an enemy we could not rise against on our own”

“To this cause we pledge our own warriors to you, those who have even met you in the field of battle will now fight alongside you as brothers in arms”

They held each other hand and spoke together.

“Go, with the fate of all Benemar in your hands and love with in our hearts we bid you farewell and pray for your safe return and news of your victory”

Jenkins bowed and turned to his soldiers and in the language of his land back on Terra he shouted the words to attention and to begin their march.

As a single organism they moved, through the link they had surrendered their own moments. They unsheathed their blades and held them skyward in salute to the Chieftain of Geeda then across their hearts in salute to his wife. Their combat shields on their left arm was held tight and they turned and marched out of the city like the ancient armies of Terra. The skies above were filled with fighters, bombers and transports and the Bastions sounded their klaxon as they began their march. With them were thousands of Benemar warriors who would march with them and fight with them against the High Chieftains. So they marched, towards Potellen, the city that had stood for millennia as the capital of Bento Prime, the city that has never fallen, the city who's walls stood taller and stronger than any other. To those walls that had never been breached they marched and the final decisive battle of this war.

(AUTHORS NOTE)

Everyone it has been a brilliant journey and you have all helped me more than I can ever put into words but sadly it is time to say goodbye to Newcomers. For now at least. As of now there will be no more updates posted to tumblr or any other site. The reason for this is because I wish to complete this story and get it published. I hope to get it finished before this year is out and I will try to get it published as an Enovel rather than paperback (it's easier). I will also add a few more side parts with Karen and Hesky and Cathy to give their characters a bit more depth. Working on this has helped me put my thoughts in order on my main project which is in fact a 3 book series about a war between Humanity and an alien race. I will post updates on these projects should they get to be published and about Newcomers which I will work to get finished first.

My love goes out to everyone who sent me kind words of their love for this story and I look forward to finishing it.

Love to you all.

Amollion

xxx

#amollion #newcomers

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VULVARINE on tour Presented by Fat Rascal Theatre Company King's Head Theatre June 11 - 6 July 2019 Interview with Robyn Grant, artistic director of Fat Rascal Theatre and performer in Vulvarine ‘Ripping apart comic book Superhero clichés and gender stereotypes … with songs that stand out for their ingenuity, wit and catchiness’ ★★★★★ London Pub Theatres review LPTmagazine: Hi Robyn, The VULVARINE tour is well under way now but we’re delighted that you’re coming back to King’s Head Theatre, with your anarchic musical. As Artistic Director of Fat Rascals are you the genie behind it all? Robyn Grant: We’re thrilled to be returning to the Kings Head! As one of their associate companies it really feels like our London home and we can’t wait for the London audiences to get their teeth into it. As for being the genie I wouldn’t say that at all haha, I have the most fantastic team around me here at Fat Rascal. Our brilliant producer Laura Elmes who is a total power house, my genius co-lyricist Daniel Foxx, our wonderful associate director Siobhan CannonBrownlie and of course our amazing cast and crew. They’re such a joy to work with and make my job very easy indeed. LPT: We imagine the first rehearsals were laugh a minute, but perhaps it had a much more serious intent? RG: We came into the show knowing exactly what we wanted to say. We had a few research days looking at the marvel universe and its lack of female characters, at the tampon tax and everyday sexism, at the pharmaceutical industry, hormonal treatments frequently used on women and the risks they pose. With all of that in our backpacks we dived into the adventure of creating the comedy, the pace and the feel of the show. All of our political elements are an undercurrent, fuel for the fire and made to seep into the audience’s subconscious. From rehearsals forwards its really our job to make people laugh! We all get on so well more often than not rehearsals just feel like playtime and it’s up to poor Siobhan to come and reign us in, tell us to get off each others backs, put the wigs down and do some bloody work. LPT: Allie Munro is electric in her role as the hopeless Bryony Buckle thrust into a Spiderman-esque scenario as Vulvarine, complete with nuclear sea urchins. In the story it’s the result of hormone therapy gone wrong and a well-timed bolt of lightning. What was the hardest part of putting all these elements together? RG: Figuring out the story for this show and creating a sensical and satisfying arc was the hardest part for me. As you say there’s so many elements but we want our work to be fun, fast and accessible. No-one should feel left behind. Allie is a total gift of an actor because whatever you throw at her she’ll take it and make it her own, and also almost translate it for the audience. She’s so relatable, likeable and god damn funny I almost think there’s nothing that girl couldn’t sell. Saviour of womankind? Easy mate. LPT: You’re also acting in the show, playing multiple roles. Could you tell us a bit more about your role as the wittily named Mansplainer? RG: The Mansplainer is Vulvarine’s arch nemesis. He’s a 55 year old evil marine biologist called Keith Herlit who harbours a love of The Greatest Showman and a hatred of womankind. It sounds completely nuts I’m well aware but he is SO much fun to play and one of my favourite parts to date. LPT: There’s no doubt the show has heart, but what’s the break-through scene for you? RG: I love the romantic duet at the show’s climax, ‘The Office Boy and Vulvarine’. It’s a total celebration and pastiche of musical theatre cheese and 80’s rock ballads. There’s a disco ball, there’s dancing fish and there’s some tasty AF harmonies. It’s everything I’ve ever wanted to make and the audience always bloody love it, it’s so silly and satisfying. LPT: With the larger than life characters and the catchiness of the songs, have any of your audiences got carried away? RG: Yes they get rowdy and we love it! With our shows we always want the audience to know that they’re welcome to laugh, cheer and whoop. This isn’t a night at the theatre to sit and be silent. It should feel like a party, a celebration; everyone should feel totally empowered and badass at the end. The ladies in Bristol who brought in a bottle of prosecco each and sang along with the finale, we salute you. Equally the gang who were all dressed up as the Mansplainer in Sheffield, fantastic work. LPT: The show is certainly a master class in multi-roling, with a caste of five playing a multiude of roles. What’s the secret to your success? RG: We have a firm (and probably unwarranted) belief that anything can be done and that if it seems impossible, it’s probably a gift. Crowd scenes, flying and manic fast changes; Things can go wrong at any time, the audience are totally in on the joke and that creates an electric atmosphere. We just need them to be on our side, they are very much the other actor in the room and if they’re willing to buy it and laugh, anything can be done! LPT: Have you got a favourite stand out moment in the show yourself? RG: I love the reprise of the title song ‘Vulvarine’, sang by Sonya, the Mansplainer’s wife (Played by Steffan Rizzi). It’s such a great empowering moment of girl power, we’re careering towards the end and DANG, boy can SANG. LPT: This isn’t your first addition to the musical theatre genre, you took TOM AND BUNNY SAVE THE WORLD to the Edinburgh Fringe Festival 2017. That was an equally hilarious take on the Zombie Apocalypse trope so we wondered what else you might have up your sleeve? RG: Well well well, not a white rabbit but an Octowoman! We’re currently working on our new musical ‘Unfortunate’, the untold story of plus-size icon Ursula the Sea Witch. It’s a parody based around Disney’s ‘The Little Mermaid’ and hoo boy are we excited about it. Think sass, sex and suckers. We’ll be taking the show to the Edinburgh fringe festival this summer alongside Vulvarine. LPT: Finally, what do you think is the best thing about bringing the show to King’s Head theatre on this leg of your tour? RG: Fabulous London audiences including Rascal fans old and new, a brilliant space to bring the show to life in and a delightful pub for a summers eve G&T, what more could we want!? THIS SHOW HAS ENDED VULVARINE Presented by Fat Rascal Theatre Company on tour: Komedia Brighton, May 27th – 29th King's Head Theatre June 11 - 6 July 2019 Cast Doncaster, July 10th The Lowry Salford, July 11th – 12th King’s Head box office Bryony Buckle is astoundingly average. Her days are filled with mind numbing office work, thinking about lunch and lusting after Orson Bloom from IT. But following a dose of hormone therapy gone wrong and a well-timed bolt of lightning, Bryony gains superhero abilities and a brand-new persona: Vulvarine, saviour of womankind. Where is all the tampon tax going? Who is The Mansplainer, and what is his evil plan? Grab your tights, your spanx and your most supportive sports bra. It’s hero time. "We came into the show knowing exactly what we wanted to say. We had a few research days looking at the marvel universe and its lack of female characters, at the tampon tax and everyday sexism, at the pharmaceutical industry, hormonal treatments frequently used on women and the risks they pose. With all of that in our backpacks we dived into the adventure of creating the comedy." "Allie is a total gift of an actor because whatever you throw at her she’ll take it and make it her own, and also almost translate it for the audience. She’s so relatable, likeable and god damn funny I almost think there’s nothing that girl couldn’t sell. Saviour of womankind? Easy mate." "This isn’t a night at the theatre to sit and be silent. It should feel like a party, a celebration; everyone should feel totally empowered and badass at the end. The ladies in Bristol who brought in a bottle of prosecco each and sang along with the finale, we salute you. Equally the gang who were all dressed up as the Mansplainer in Sheffield, fantastic work." "We have a firm (and probably unwarranted) belief that anything can be done and that if it seems impossible, it’s probably a gift. Crowd scenes, flying and manic fast changes; Things can go wrong at any time, the audience are totally in on the joke and that creates an electric atmosphere." Share by:

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Around 15 years ago, there was a Facebook thing where you made a list of 25 things people may not know about you. It was fascinating & sometimes eye opening. Does that make me curious & interested? Or just nosy? Ha ha, who knows? 🤷‍♀️😂

Anyway, there's something similar out there now.. 20 Things. Should we put such personal stuff out there? I don't know.. I've always been a bit of a 'heart on my sleeve' kinda girl.. What's the worst that can happen? Those that are interested will know a bit more about you than they did before? 🤔

So I decided to revisit my 25 things, from memory actually, as I left Facebook 3 years ago. I've reviewed & updated 15 things from my old list & added 5 new ones.

#20things

1.  My worst fear has always been that my daughters will go and live on the other side of the world.

Nothing's changed. I am forever thankful that they both live 5 minutes away. I still pray they will never, ever leave.

2.  I almost drowned when I was 3.

I fell head first into a water butt in my Auntie's garden. My cousin Tim saved me, he was 4. He held on to my feet & shouted for help until my Auntie came & pulled me out.

3.  I love to boogie.

Nothing's changed, I still do. And I've never cared who's watching.

4.  I have a phobia of buttons.

No change. When I was little, my Grandma had a big tin of them. Big ones, small ones, makes no difference, I don't like them.

5.  Music is a fundamental part of my life.

Still true. I listen to music everyday, it's an integral part of my world. My taste is very varied, from Amy Winehouse to Avicii, George Michael to Glen Campbell. I like old songs, new songs, funky vibes, chilled grooves, smooth jazz, reggae, soul, easy listening, house, rock, pop, rhythm & blues, the list goes on.. I do however, especially love Coldplay, a double clap-clap & an epic drop.

6.  I have a nice bum.

Ha ha, things have changed! My lovely hubby says it's still nice, but he's just super sweet to me! I'm 55 now, my six pack (yes I had one) is long gone & my muscle tone has diminished, but I'm active & I try to stay fit. I'm just thankful my body is healthy & can still do what I want it to.

7. Grief almost consumed me.

Well, yes it nearly did. I was sad & angry & went a bit doolally for a little while. My Dad died shortly after being diagnosed with a malignant melanoma, when I was 31. My Mum took her own life 11 months later. My girls were only 1 & 4 years old. It was all pretty horrendous. That sadness & fear of loss has never quite left me but I've learned to live with it. Life's struggles make you stronger, wiser & very grateful for all the good things.

8.  I would give anything for 5 more minutes with my Dad.

Nothing's changed. I still would.

9.  My children are my greatest achievement.

Still true, they absolutely are. They're both amazing women, awesome, clever & beautiful. They are my joy, my sky full of stars, they make my world a happy place. My love for them is endless. I'm forever grateful & proud to be their Mum.

10. I want to live by the Mediterranean sea.

Tick, dream came true.

11. My sister is a legend.

True, she still is. She's wonderful, kind, wise & generous, my guru. And very precious to me. I would be lost without her.

12. I made a difference to lots of people's lives.

I really did. As a fitness instructor, personal trainer, yoga & pilates teacher, I helped lots of people get fitter & healthier. I owned a Fitness Studio in Broadstairs, it was a great place to be, we had lots of fun, did lots of sociable things & many lasting friendships were made there.

13. My man was meant for me.

He really was. As the old saying goes, neither of us is perfect, but he is perfect for me. He's loved me at my best & my worst, held my hand through the fun, laughter & adventures, through the tears & tough times too. There is so much I love about him. 33 years later, he is my absolute hero, my best friend & I cannot imagine my life without him.

14. I have the finest best friends.

Nothing's changed. They mean the world to me. They are few, but fabulous, they love and accept me for who I am. My gratitude for having them in my life & my love for them, is everlasting.

15. My Grandma was the bravest & kindest lady I've ever known.

Still true. Her childhood was difficult, she survived 2 world wars, lost her husband (my Grandad), her son (my Dad) & her daughter in law (my Mum) all in the space of 18 months. She was incredibly strong, never, ever complained & was there for me whenever I needed her. She was fiercely independent, looked after my girls in her 80's, & bravely battled oesophageal cancer to the very end. She was an inspiration to me & I loved her dearly.

16. I have 2 tattoos.

Got the 1st when I was 32 & still slightly doolally. Got the 2nd when I was 52 & perfectly sane. They're inconspicuous & I love them both for very different reasons. I'm getting my 3rd soon.

17. I've made a playlist for when I'm not here anymore.

Bit morbid? Maybe, but my loved ones, family & friends will be dancing & singing to the most awesome tunes when they celebrate my life, 100% guaranteed! My favourites are in there, of course.

18. Selling up everything in the UK & moving to Mallorca 8 years ago was the best decision we ever made.

We arrived here with nowhere to live, no jobs & no idea how it would all turn out. We literally flew by the seat of our pants & have never, ever looked back. Our life here is so much more than we ever hoped for or dreamed of. Best. Move. We. Ever. Made.

19. I'm grateful & thankful every day, for my life, the ones I love & that we are all healthy & happy.

I believe that gratitude, the power of positivity & not sweating the small stuff is the secret to happiness. I recognise that others have a totally different perspective on life and that's OK with me. I surround myself with like minded people & steer away from negativity, or anyone & anything that disturbs my inner peace, or upsets my balance. I cherish my loved ones & keep my circle quite small. Above all, the well being of myself & those I care about is my priority. It works for me. Live & let live people.

20. In the end, all you need is love.

Obviously, we all have to be responsible, keep a roof over our heads & pay our bills. But spiritually & emotionally, to love and be loved in return is the answer for me. Life isn't always easy, there are no rainbows without the rain. I love fiercely, with all my heart, I try to love myself fiercely too. I realise how lucky I am to love & be loved. I tell the ones I love how much I love them, every day, all day if I want to. Because I never, ever know when I might not be able to anymore.

#20things

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RANDOM FACTS ABOUT THE MUN.

Repost, not reblog !  Tag 6 muns you would like to get to know better when done !

 NAME: Amie NICKNAME: The Schemer (because of my main personal blog) FACECLAIM: None yet… I need to get on that. PRONOUNS: she/her HEIGHT: 5′4″

AESTHETIC: Gothic heroine as written by DC comics LAST SONG YOU LISTENED TO: “Look What You Made Me Do” by Taylor Swift (I know, I know)

FAVOURITE MUSE(S) YOU’VE WRITTEN: They’re kind of all my favorites, to be quite honest (The Bookworm, the molls on this blog, Barbara Gordon, and Peter Vincent).

WHAT INSPIRED YOU TO TAKE ON YOUR CURRENT MUSE (THAT YOU ARE POSTING THIS ON):  I remember having seen so many of the Riddler episodes from the ’66 series and loving Frank Gorshin’s chemistry with his molls and female accomplices, and I felt it was such a shame that these girls existed basically to just be inquisitive and only occasionally proactive eye candy whose lives and careers revolved around their boss.  And I remember loving the hell out of the fact that not only was Chickadee the first moll to actually fire an honest-to-God gun onscreen, but she was considered dangerous enough that she had to be knocked out before being arrested. So I decided that if no one else was going to flesh these ladies out, I would.

WHAT ARE YOUR FAVOURITE ASPECTS OF YOUR CURRENT MUSE: Oh, so many things.  I love how confident in her own body and abilities Molly is—she’s like the 60s-era human equivalent of red lipstick. I love how little of a shit Mousey gives about others’ opinions and how willing she is to tell it like it is, no matter how unpopular her opinions might be.  I love that Moth is such a subversion of expectations—she’s set up to be the unrepentant, but kind of dumb henchgirl, but we keep getting hints to her genuinely kind heart and her misgivings about ever going into a job that requires her to hurt people (anyone who says she was just faking a reform at the end of her two-parter can fight me).  I love how ambitious and genuinely willing to step on people to achieve her dreams Pauline is and how well she slots into the criminal underground in Gotham. I love how feisty and adventurous Anna is while still being totally comfortable with her image and sexuality. I love how dedicated Betsy is and how she takes such joy in flaunting every stereotype there could possibly be around her.  I love Pussycat’s wide-eyed curiosity and wonder and how she blends being a genuinely sweet girl with wanting to know more about these dangerous people she so admires (plus she’s got a hell of a set of pipes).  I love how Siren is actually really passionate about history and mythology and has people she really cares about, even if she doesn’t always know how to treat them.  And I love what a joker Chickadee is—she’s very quirky and loves taking the piss out of people, but still knows when to get serious for the sake of her friends.

WHAT’S YOUR BIGGEST INSPIRATION WHEN IT COMES TO WRITING: A little bit of everything, but especially music. If I find a song that really suits one of the girls, it starts to shape how I write them and think of them.

FAVOURITE TYPES OF THREADS: Any kind of thread that lets me get inside their heads a little bit more.  If an interaction brings out a new side to one of the girls that I hadn’t got the chance to explore more, I consider it a huge success.  Plus, I’m a sucker for fluff—these ladies having true friends is what I live for (and especially woo for passing the Bechdel test!)

BIGGEST STRUGGLE IN REGARDS TO YOUR CURRENT MUSE: Sometimes I have a hard time getting a firm grasp on how they could change and adapt or even react to certain situations.  I try to have all of my muses go through some kind of character arc over the course of the blog, and while Molly, Mousey, Moth, Pauline, and Anna all have, Betsy, Siren, and Pussycat haven’t yet.  So I have to double down on deepening their characters beyond interactions (Chickadee came kind of pre-packaged and wonderful for me as a writer, so even if she doesn’t go through some kind of reversal of fortune, I still feel like I know her pretty well).

TAGGED BY:  @qx3ry TAGGING: @queryxecho @forlcrnfrost, @crownofthcrns @illbeyourcrime, @babydxhl, @aprimreaper

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[ask-white-fatalis]

every odd number for the OC questions

HOO BOY.

1. What’s their full name? Why was that chosen? Does it mean anything?Shiro’s full name is Shironus AkumaWraths full name is Wrathanula AkumaKaze’s name is simply Kaze AkumaQuins (my hunter OC’s) name is Quintor Zenerith 

3. Did they have a good childhood? What are fond memories they have of it? What’s a bad memory?Shiros childhood was horrid. for the first 100 years, wrath made his life a living hell in order to toughen him up, only to abandon him by exiling Shiro from his ancestral homeland for Shiro’s pacifistic beliefs.Wrath didn’t start as an asshole. he was a fairly average dragon and even at one point interacted with human beings. however, a turn of betrayal with the humans turn wrath cold and unfeeling.Kaze so far has had a good childhood, then again he is only 2 years old.Quin’s childhood was one of poverty and homelessness, as his parents were killed by a rogue Gore Magala when he was still very young.

5. Do they have any siblings? What’s their names? What is their relationship with them? Has their relationship changed since they were kids to adults? Shiro Has a brother and a sister. His brother, Kuro, Is a black fatalis and is his fathers favorite, often belittling Shiro about how little their father cares about him. Kuro has grown arrogant and crass, often womanizing with many female fatalis’s. Shiros sister is a creature even wrath fears because of how far he pushed her violent nature. given she is a crimson fatalis, the most violent of the 3 species, wrath had her trapped within an abandoned castle when she started to kill her own kind for sport. Kaze, Wrath, and Quin are only Child’s. 

7. Did they have lots of friends as a child? Did they keep any of their childhood friends into adulthood? ((most of my Main OC’s do not have many childhood friends, whether being unpopular, an outcast or generally displeasing in general (wrath…). however, I’m glad to say both quin and shiro are making friends in their adult life.))

9. Do animals like them? Do they get on well with animals? Shiro, although a predator by nature, does his best to respect all living creatures, even befriending some that most fatalis’s would just see as a meal.Wrath has a stern belief that fatalis kind are gods among mortals, that every creature is below that of his species, some of which need to be eradicated from existence.Kaze is learning shiros more pacifistic ways.Quin, even as a hunter, has many monster friends, including a zinogre he raised from a lost pup.

11. Do they have any special diet requirements? Are they a vegetarian? Vegan? Have any allergies?Shiro, Wrath and Kaze are carnivores, and require meat to feed them. however, to keep up kaze’s metal coat, he must ingest ores, like iron and dragonite.

13. What is their least favourite food?Shiro: Rhenoplos, their hide is too hard to chew and their meat is stringy and tough…Wrath: of all of earths creatures, humans by far taste the most foul. and believe me, I have experience to back that up… -growls-Kaze: STONES TASTE YUCKY, BLEEEEECH!!! >:cQuin: Grilled cheese. …. I’M NOT WEIRD, YOU ARE!

15. Are they good at cooking? Do they enjoy it? What do others think of their cooking?((Shiro,Wrath and kaze cannot cook cuz they are dragons, and even in gjinka form they eat food raw.))Quin is an average cook, and likes to surprise his wife with many dishes. his specialty is pizza.

17. Do they like to take photos? What do they like to take photos of? Selfies? What do they do with their photos?all: … what are photos?

19. What’s their least favourite genres?Shiro: I don’t care much for those horror books… they really seem unnecessarily Gorey… and i care not for what the young dragons call “Wrap music”. Wrath: Human arts are a waste of time. if i want entertainment fromthem, I’ll just burn their beloved libraries!! HAHAHA! STUPID PINK MONKEYS!Kaze: ROMANCE IS GROSS, BLEEEEECHQuin: I hate anything with adam sandler :I

21. Do they have a temper? Are they patient? What are they like when they do lose their temper?Shiro has a lot of patients, but LORD HELP YOU IF THAT FUSE GOES OUT. Wrath simply kills you if you bug him slightly so…Kaze, as a kid and thus doesn’t have an abundance of patients, and often complains if he doesn’t get his way.Quins temper is fairly level, but has none for people he thinks are rude.

23. Do they have a good memory? Short term or long term? Are they good with names? Or faces?Shiro and Wrath remember everything that has ever happened in their 100,000′s of years they’ve been alive.Kaze has very bad short term memory and has a bad attention span.Quin has a decent memory but has trouble with names.

 25. What do they find funny? Do they have a good sense of humour? Are they funny themselves?(( @monsterhunterayame asked this as well!))Shiro: what did the buffalo say to his kid when he went to school? -snorts- BISON!!! PFFFFFFHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH, OH YOU HUMANS MAKE THE FUNNIEST JOKES!!! HAHAHAHA!!!Wrath: the screams of torment of my victims the second before i rip their heads off! humans make the most pitifully funny squeaks~Kaze: POTATO! :DQuin: My friends have named me the pun deputy~

27. What makes them sad? Do they cry regularly? Do they cry openly or hide it? What are they like they are sad?If he ever gets into an bad argument with a friend, shiro will feel very depressed, and often think that he ruined the friendship he worked hard to build. he does cry, but not openly.Wrath believes showing sadness is a weakness unbefiting of a dragon, and will never show anyone the sadness in his stone cold heart.Kaze often gets sad if he squishes a bug, and will cry openly, asking shiro if he can save the poor insect.Quins sadness comes from the thought of the gore magala ripping his new life out of his grip, and the parents he lost to the beast. 

29. What do they do when they find out someone else’s fear? Do they tease them? Or get very over protective?Shiro gets very protective of his friends,doing his best never to mention their fears.Wrath brutally abuses the knowledge of ones fear, often using it to torment his victims. Kaze is generally fearless,so he doesnt quite grasp why others would be afraid.Quin, if only for a harmless park would jokingly tease about the fear, but will immediately stop if he thinks he’s gone too far.

31. Do they drink? What are they like drunk? What are they like hungover? How do they act when other people are drunk or hungover? Kind or teasing?((Shiro, Kaze and Wrath do not consume alcohol))Quin does drink, but only the drinks that taste “fruity”. and if he gets drunk, he becomes very flirtatious, to the point where he bets he could shove a wine bottle up his… ehm…y-you get the point…

33. What underwear do they wear? Boxers or briefs? Lacey? Comfy granny panties?((for this purpose,monsters will be in gjinka form))Boxers: Wrath, KazeBriefs: Shiro, Quin

35. What’s their guilty pleasure? What is their totally unguilty pleasure?Shiro’s guilty pleasure: making purring noises when happy, and getting chin scritches.Shiros unguilty pleasure: Making friends!Wraths Guilty Pleasure: expressing joy.Wraths unguilty pleasure: killing.Quins guilty pleasure: SingingQuins unguilty pleasure: Raving about his wife, Naomi.

37. Do they like to read? Are they a fast or slow reader? Do they like poetry? Fictional or non fiction?Shiro,Kaze and Quin all enjoy reading fiction books, Quins fave being kaiju novels, whereas shiro and kaze like fairy tale fantasy books. Quin and shiro are fast readers,but kaze is still learning howto read.Wrath thinks books are a waste of time and prefers to just burn them.

39. Do they like letters? Or prefer emails/messaging?-All characters live in a technologically inept age in terms of writing, so all must stick to letters,-

41. What’s their sexuality? What do they find attractive? Physically and mentally? What do they like/need in a relationship?Shiro would most likely be Heterosexual however a certain fish gets him all hot and bothered so i guess its a bit ambiguous. in a relationship,shiro likes mutual respect and lots of small signs of physical affection, like cuddling. Wrath is Unfeeling, although he would only have relations with an opposite gender.Kaze is too young to determine.Quin is Bi-Sexual, and likes a lady with confidence and curves, and a man with a cute face and muscle, but not too much! Quin also likes physical signs of affection and someone he can have a laugh with and relate to.

43. Are they religious? What do they think of religion? What do they think of religious people? What do they think of non religious people?…. uh

45. How do other people see them? Is it similar to how they see themselves?Shiro: I HAVE ZERO REDEEMING QUALITIES! ;U;Wrath: all fear me,and all SHOULD fear me…Kaze: they think i’m a cute! owoQuin: I’m not sure really…i guess just some guy??? i dunno…

47. How do they act in a formal occasion? What do they think of black tie wear? ((Monster OC’s will again be refered to in their gjinka forms))Shiro is ALWAYS the fanciest and classiest dressed mother fucker in the room.Wrath doesnt care. Kaze is often told by shiro to dress fancy but often just likes to wear hoodies and shorts cuz they’re comfy.Quin dresses his best on formal occasions, and would buy a tux if it were necessary.

49. What is their most valued object? Are they sentimental? Is there something they have to take everywhere with them?For shiro, Four obsidian spires in a long forgotten valley are very close to his heart. every year he goes to see them for hours on end on one particular day.Wrath has a scar on his chest thats important to him, however, its to remind him to NEVER show weakness.Kaze has a scale from Shiro that he carries everywhere, to make him feel like shiro will always protect him. Quin’s only thing from his parents are his fathers Critical Brachydios dual blades. he takes them on every serious hunt he’s been on.

#GOD DAMN #LONG FUCKING POST #ask white fatalis #ask prompt #shiro #wrath #kaze #Quin #white fatalis #kushala daora #Monster Hunter