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romeulusroy · 11 months

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Succession Preference: Baby Roy's Relationship (Non-Roy Characters)

Requested: loving all the baby roy content!! but i am curious: What are interactions with baby roy and greg like? does she bully him, too? does she just give him the sad “welcome to the shit show” smile? is she envious that he never had to grow up like this? - anon

A/N: These relationships are based on this particular fic/headcanon set. They're my favorite Baby Roy, and I think it really complicates some of these relationships! I know this was more of a question rather than a request, but I just couldn't get it out of my head!!! Feedback is always appreciated 💜💜💜

Tom doesn't like you. You don't like Tom. The feelings are mutual. Not only do you think he isn't good enough for Shiv, which he's not, but you two have a lot of unspoken tension and hostility that's there just because you're you. Tom thinks you're a fuck-up. You're an addict and an alcoholic. You have been since you were a kid. With all the money and opportunities you and all your siblings have had, and yet you turn out like that? Rehab after rehab. Overdose after overdose. Not even your own father could stand you in those later years. He understands why he locked you in your room for days at a time, why he hired nanny after nanny so he wouldn't have to deal with you. Even your own mother doesn't love you. Tom thinks you shouldn't have any power in the company that you shouldn't have any say. Not after the stunts you've pulled. He still can't believe your brothers and sister still ask your thoughts and genuinely listen to you. You've shown him that you're not a Roy. You're not ready to hold that title. If anyone is, it's him. Not you. But he has to put up with you. You both resort to the silent treatment and talk behind one another backs. It's just easier this way.

Greg likes you, at least as much as he likes your siblings. He's kinda afraid of you. He's intimidated by you, to say the least. You're an all or nothing person. Growing up, you were in the thralls of your addiction and often got him involved. Could he go into your room and get you a white circle pill from the prescription bottle in your nightstand? Could he get you another drink? Don't tell Logan. Greg wasn't sure what to do. He couldn't say no to you. He was definitely scared of you, so often he did as he was told. Now that you're sober, he's grateful you can have some type of normal relationship. Kinda. Normal for him, at least. Like your siblings, you order him around a lot. He's in the way or just around too much. Who invited Greg? You don't see him as one of your equals. He's just there, Tom's assistant, basically. When it's just you and him, you're capable of having a relationship, but as soon as Tom invited himself, you're immediately turned off. To you, he's an extension of Tom. He's the puppet to his master. You don't have a lot of respect for him either. He does as he's told. There's no fight, there's no push back. When Tom destroyed his office he just let it happen. You have your issues, but you're not a pushover.

Marcia wants to act like your mother. She knows your mother is pretty absent and doesn't want to deal with you, contributing to your issues. She hopes that if she steps up, you'll confide in her, and you'll get your act together. She and Logan talk about your issues long before your siblings ever know. But he's not concerned. He sees no problem with it. You've gotten your temper under control. Secretly, Marcia worries, but without Logan behind her, she can do nothing. You don't like her. She's not your mother, and she never will be. Maybe she genuinely cares, maybe not. It doesn't matter to you. Years she spent watching you hurt yourself, and she did nothing. You come and go as you please. When you are home, she fears she'll have to call an ambulance every time. You and Shiv make jokes at her expense and laugh along with your brothers when they have something to say. She was an accomplice all those years, and you can't forgive her for that. She's just another one of his wives. That's it.

Gerri is a lot like your mother figure. She has the relationship that Marcia wants. She's the one you go to when you have no one else, when your father has iced you out. She's always had a soft spot for you. You're the baby, after all. She's there for your first drink, and hopefully, your last. She watched you grow up. She watched you spiral. She knew everything Logan knew. And he knew everything. It was Gerri on the phone with you after a hospital visit, telling you that she was sorry but your father was very busy, too busy to talk to you. She was the one who called, angry, fearing the worst, while in Norway. She sat in the emergency room while you got your stomach pumped. She was there through it all. Not Logan, certainly not your own mother. She gives Roman the cold shoulder, but she can't bear to let you go. You're like one of her own. She still emails, asking how you're doing. You tell her you're still sober. You definitely go to her for all your mothering needs and approval. When she's around you understand what it would have been like had your mother actually been caring and attentive.

Lukas likes you a lot. When you called them during their getaway to Norway, when you overdosed again and they came running to your rescue, he didn't see weakness like everyone else had. He saw power. He saw someone who had a shitty childhood and did something about it. Granted, it maybe wasn't the best thing, but you did something about it. It was a major middle finger to your father and everyone involved in the company. That takes guts. Far more guts than the rest of your family has, he thinks. You wouldn't meet until he signed the Gojo deal. It's there that he expresses interest in you. You aren't like your siblings. Look at you. You're barely clinging on. You're real. You're a real person with real faults and a hell of a history. He'd like to order you a water and hear all about it. Your siblings make sure you stay far away from him. He's screwed them over now. He is not to be trusted, especially around the baby of the family. Not now, not ever. You don't think you like him. He chose Tom for Christ's sake. Tom, of all people. His judgment must be piss poor if he chose Tom. He's not as smart as everyone thinks. That was a bad move for the future of the company.

Stewy is actually a good friend of yours. You've known him as long as he's known Kendall. You grew up before his eyes. You guys aren't that close outside of clubs and bars. He's a bit of partier himself. Like he says, he likes bad drugs. You two would find one another at a club and spend a few hours together. This was before your family knew about your late nights. Stewy was impressed by your tolerance, forgetting you were still just a teenager. He was too messed up to remember to care. You'd get high and dance, and at the end of the night, you'd throw however much you owed him at him. Money was never an issue. He made the mistake of bringing it up to Kendall shortly after they figured out what was going on. Kendall banned Stewy from seeing you from getting near you. How could he? You partied at all the same places. You'd assured him that Kendall was just being dramatic when he said that. Stewy wasn't your only dealer, but he was the smartest. You didn't get anything laced with him. Now you're not as close. He still says hi, but he still goes out, gets fucked up. As much as you want to, you can't.

Uncle Ewan has similar feelings towards you as Tom. He's called you a "junkie" more times than you can count. He doesn't let you defend yourself and doesn't care what your siblings have to say about it either. He doesn't see you as Logan's child or even as a Roy. As far as he's concerned, you don't exist. You don't matter. When you do see him, he always rubs your sobriety in your face. After Logan passes and you self-destruct at a club, he feels the need to ask you how much you've had to drink that day. Even at the funeral, he says he can smell an entire bar on your breath. If you weren't so afraid it would kill him, you'd punch him. Your brothers have to hold you back after a comment like that. He wasn't ever sure why Logan even had another kid. You weren't anything special to begin with. He didn't even like your mother. He knew, from the beginning, you'd be a disappointment. To Ewan, you have always been and always will be a disappointment.

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brockify · 2 years

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heaven’s cloud— steven grant

steven grant x barista!gn reader

word count: 1.7k

warnings: the tiniest bit of angst, sleepy steven, fluff, steven w/ sweater paws BEWARE

note: this takes place at the beginning of ep 1 so no mentions of mk shenanigans or marc but hints at it!

“london fog with extra vanilla!”

hearing the order that steven knew by heart, he wiped the sleep from his eyes with his sweater sleeve.

truth be told, steven liked tea, but it wasn’t what truly woke him up. if he had it his way, he’d drink the strongest mocha he could ever have made but he had a special reason for always getting the same drink.

that reason was you. watching you make his drink every morning made his days slightly better. some days you’d look a little disheveled after pulling an all-nighter from watching your new favorite actor’s movies, and others with you being energetic after having slept more than a few hours.

today you seemed more tired than normal, (perhaps you had slept late again? he knew you were currently on a tv show binge) or perhaps you had just woken up earlier than usual. walking over to the counter, steven grabbed his cup before giving you a small smile while you made one of the long line of drinks waiting for you.

“cheers.”

you watched steven leave the store, humming a tune that you couldn’t quite place where you had heard it before. steven was one of your favorite customers who came in everyday. most mornings it wasn’t too busy, and you were able to chat with him about everything and anything. your current topic of discussions in the morning were about best book adaptations into film. depending on the day, he’d stand there next to the pickup counter while you worked and made the orders, and others you would chat while ringing his order up.

you weren’t sure why steven always picked the same drink everyday, but it did make it easier for you to predict and ring up.

today was unusual though, as it had been the first time you had seen him in over a week. the dark circles under his eyes became more prominent, seemingly protruding outwards in some angles. He also barely conversed with you, and started to fall asleep on the pick up counter.

you were worried, hoping that nothing was going on that was stressing him out. it was known to your coworkers and every other usual who came around that you and steven had a very… interesting relationship. Everyone assumed you two were together, both of you ignoring the other’s flushed faces and reddened ears when stating you were just friends. you had hoped that he would come back soon, and look a little more like his normal self to ease your nerves a little.

3 weeks had gone by since the last steven sighting and you were concerned. you woke up extra early today, wrapping a present that you had bought him. it was simple, but you had hoped it would lift his spirits a little. in the box, you had folded the new slate cardigan you had bought him, with little clouds embroidered on it. you had also put a card in, a little anxious about the card and its contents, but pushing through nevertheless. you noticed that he typically cycled through the same 4 shirts and wanted to give him something that you thought fit his vibe.

you were thankful that you had the day off of work, and also grateful that you had your own little coffee station in your apartment, albeit less expensive and complicated than the one at your job. quickly whipping up a coffee for yourself, you drank the steaming mug while getting ready to go visit the gallery. your conversations with steven had ventured into talk about work before, which is why you knew where he worked and what department.

checking the time, you quickly ran out of the house to catch the bus, not wanting to miss it. you were able to snag a seat, happy not to have to stand the entire ride smushed against another stranger. you weren’t sure how it happened, but you found yourself dozing off, only to hear the automated voice state that the next stop was for the gallery. you quickly gathered your stuff together, and pulled on the signal cord as fast as you could. The bus came to a halt, swaying everyone forward with the force of the brakes. getting up from the seat, you made your way to the doors with a series of “excuse me” and “my apologies”.

stepping off the bus you stood at the bottom of the stairs, looking up at the entrance. hanging from the top of the building you could see banners posted for the new ennead exhibit they were hosting. tightening your grip on the box ever so slightly, you took a deep breath before walking up the stairs. at the entrance you stood there, not sure if you should ask for directions but figured you’d walk around until you found him. that is if you found him.

you ended up walking around the entire gallery, enamored by the exhibits and all of the little plaques explaining each item in detail. you finally made it to the gift shop area, where you saw a tuft of hair that was eerily familiar. steven was sitting in a chair that he had found behind his counter, arms covering his face. his woven beige sleeves seemed to act as a pillow for his face, and you could hear the soft snores emitted from him.

letting out a soft giggle, you looked around the gift shop before grabbing the taweret plush and walking over to the counter. placing the neatly wrapped box, you tapped ever so slightly on steven’s head. he jolted awake, nearly jumping out of his own skin.

“oh my days, you nearly gave me a heart attack.”

he wiped the sleepiness out of his eyes, and his breath hitched slightly when he saw you standing in front of him holding the plush. he knew you were aware of where he worked, but he had never thought that you might show up one day.

“oh, hullo.”

you raised an eyebrow at him which in turn made him let out a nervous chuckle, scratching the back of his neck out of habit.”

“steven, i’m so glad you’re alright. you had me worried sick! i haven’t seen you in weeks!”

he grimaced slightly knowing that he didn’t know how to explain his sudden absences. he seemed to sleep for days, and had to double check his ankle restraints. recently things had gotten…weirder in his life, strange occurrences happening that even he wasn’t sure truly happened. his gaze landed on you gently, trying to gauge your emotions through your eyes.

“I'm truly sorry I worried you love, it’s just been busy.”

letting out a particularly loud exhale you shook your head and gave him a small smile.

“it’s alright, you don’t have to explain yourself.”

steven kept his gaze on your eyes only to find understanding and a warmth that brought him comfort.

he nodded, and snapped out of his daze before realizing you were holding the plush and had a neatly wrapped box on the counter. pinching the taweret plush from your hands he quickly scanned it before pointing to the box.

“What's the box for?”

you had forgotten all about the box and the present you had gotten him inside.

“oh! it’s uhm for you.”

you slid the box towards him, not making any eye contact and opting instead to look around the shop once more, ignoring the tips of your ears burning.

steven placed the plush on the counter and picked up the box. he admired the wrapping, a light blue wrapping paper that was admittedly very simple but made his heart flutter, seeing the scribble of his name written at the top.

he smiled his big smile that he always made when he was content or excited (something you loved to see) and placed the box next to his bag.

“thank you. i’m sure it’s very lovely. you didn’t have to get me anything though. your banter and wit are more than enough for me.”

shuffling through your wallet, you picked your card out handing it to him.

“It's no problem really, I just thought you might enjoy a pick me up!”

he swiped your card and printed the receipt before asking for your signature.

“I promise I'll open it the moment I get home and I'll tell you all about it tomorrow.”

hearing him say he was going to see you tomorrow made you nod and hide your smile, feeling a little silly for acting like a child with their first crush.

“sounds good. I have a few errands to run but i’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

he nodded and waved you off, watching you exit the gallery with the taweret plush in hand.

he would never admit it, but steven rushed home for the first time in a long while. he was staring at the gift all day, trying not to open it then and there at work. even donna had noticed that he was in a more cheerful mood, making a comment about how he was finally doing his job right. finally getting into his apartment, he threw his shoes off and tossed his bag to the side.

taking the gift to his dining table, he set it down before looking for a pair of scissors. after a few minutes of rummaging through drawers he finally found a pair and made his way back. steven tried his hardest not to rip the wrapping paper, but to be fair it was just so quick to rip so it hadn’t been his fault when he tore it to shreds.

the box was an ordinary box, taped on the top just to have it not open. cutting the tape, he opened the flaps to reveal the cardigan you had bought him, folded neatly with a card atop it.

pulling out both the card and cardigan he placed then on the table before opening the card. inside the card you had written him a note, and made him smile.

the note read: “hope these keep you soft n warm, steven <3 let me know how it fits?”

at the bottom of the card he noted a phone number with a small heart next to it. he let out a small laugh, the beating of his heart loud enough in his ears that he could hear it. he was never aware that you shared the same feelings as him, but he was ecstatic.

he was looking forward to seeing you tomorrow for his tea in his new cardigan.

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loominggaia · 7 days

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What fancy and decadent dishes do the Great Kingdom leaders and their families love to eat? Do they secretly eat food that’s more “plebeian” as they might say?

Good question! I think it would be tedious to go through every single character's tastes, so I'll just talk about the most notable ones.

FOLKVAR: Juvella loves traditional Folkvaran fudge bars. It's her biggest weakness. This woman tries so hard to stay in shape, attending aerobics classes every day, turning down so many junk foods at the royal feasts, keeping track of everything she eats to stay healthy...then every night, she hides in a closet while she secretly scarfs down a plate of these damn fudge bars. She's deeply ashamed and hides this behavior from Gultopp, believing he would think her weak for having so little self-control. In reality, he'd just be like "o shit u got fudge?? pass me some of those! :D"

MATUZU: Marghan has a taste for exotic cuisine, and it must be authentic! He has every meal imported from faraway lands, and he does so in the most impractical, expensive way possible. Of course he's not using his own allowance money for this, oh no...he's using Matuzan tax dollars for his cross-continental DoorDash orders, the little prick.

LAMAI: Chua hates gruju, but pretends to love it because it's synonymous with Lamaish culture. They force themselves to chug that crap at every gala to keep up appearances. Every one of their conjoined siblings has their own likes and dislikes, which makes dinner time a complicated ordeal. One sibling has an addiction to xamali and sneaks this alcoholic beverage whenever Chua isn't looking. Of course, Chua suffers the consequences of whatever their siblings consume...on more than one occasion, Chua has found themselves randomly drunk or on the verge of shitting themself because of things their siblings ate.

YERIM-MOR: Roz brews his own kombucha, believing it has all kinds of crazy health benefits. He drinks this stuff all day long and encourages his son Jaq to drink it too, but Jaq thinks it's gross and his dad is weird. Roz is also a fan of yogurt, cheese, and all things probiotic. This is a guy who tries to nurture life wherever he goes, but that's hard to do when his kingdom is such a pit of death. If he can't breathe life back into his kingdom, at least he can nurture microbial life.

ZAREEN: Qara and her husband are junk food junkies, but Qara is particularly fond of sweetpork burgers. In fact, her love of these burgers is so well known that she endorsed a Zareenite burger chain, appearing in their ads for many years. This chain quickly became the most popular fast food joint in the empire. Some would say it's unprofessional and uncouth--perhaps even unethical--for an empress to advertise such unhealthy slop to her people. But this deal scored Qara a lifetime supply of free burgers, and she regrets nothing. Her endorsement of such plebian cuisine won her points with blue collar Zareenites, convincing them that she was ~*~relatable~*~. Other people think her tastes are just as trashy as she is.

EVANGELINE: Indiga strikes me as the type of woman who eats the exact same things every day. A traditional blue breakfast, meat pie for lunch, blue dinner, and a couple cookies for dessert. Every day. For decades. She's so xenophobic, she doesn't trust any sort of foreign cuisine.

MOGDIR: Oberon has a thing for mushrooms, especially truffles. He demands only the finest specimens, no matter their cost. After snorting a long line of pink sugar off a hooker's ass, he washes it down with some silk milk tea, his favorite drink. His daughter, Winnie, is a bugs rights activist who refuses to eat any bug-based dishes. This is hard to do in a place like Mogdir Kingdom, as its traditional cuisine is based almost entirely around bugs. That's because in this culture, farming animals for meat is forbidden, but bugs are not considered animals here. Winnie is like a Mogdiri super-vegan who subsists on scrap rice and carrot mash. She won't even consume bug byproducts such as honey or silk milk.

ETIOS: Hethor loves to eat grass. She's a typical Etiosi grass snob who insists that different types of grass have completely different tastes. Other than that, she enjoys quite a bit of Folkvaran cuisine, which is shipped to her regularly by her pal Gultopp as an act of good diplomacy.

DAMIJANA: Serafeen regularly visits different Damijani restaurants and eats their food as a PR stunt. In reality, she can't stand her empire's native cuisine and much prefers Mogdiri food. Of course she can't possibly let her people know this, and they would flip their lids if they saw their god-like leader put a bug in her mouth. Most foreign cuisine is viewed as "dirty" and "uncivilized" in Damijana. Serafeen must endorse only the sterile, hyper-processed cuisine of her native land.

SEELIE: There is a cup of chocolate coffee within arm's reach of Titania at all times. It's one of the few little joys she has left in her grueling, never-ending life. She has grown sick of all flavors, having tasted them all too many times...but there's something about that chocolately coffee that never gets old to her.

UNSEELIE: Morgause enjoys pickled squid. She'll sit on her throne and eat it straight from the jar with her fingers, she doesn't give a shit. She seems to have a taste for bitter, vinegary things in general.

AQUARIA: Sovereign is infamous for eating live baby dolphins, considering them a delicacy. He insists they must be alive until the moment he bites into them for peak freshness. This makes him sound like a picky guy, but in reality he's a total glutton who will eat damn near anything you put in front of him. He'll even eat stuff he hates as long as it's convenient. Bro has a pretty bad eating disorder, to be honest...It's less about enjoying food and more about the act of consumption for him, which fits his greedy nature.

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eleni-cherie · 1 year

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among thieves ✨ || bts • pjm

- chapter 1.2

"what even am I to you? your rival, your lover, an obstacle or am I supposed to be your coffin?"

about two thieves who can't live with nor without each other. and a joint past that comes back to threaten them.

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masterlist: here

— genre: thief au, gangster comedy, adventure, romcom, humour, angst, fluff, very flirty jimin, friends/rivals/exes to lovers (it's complicated, ok?!) f2l e2l ex2l all members play a role in this story!

ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE. CHARACTERS NOT NECESSARILY LIKE THE REAL PERSONS. ALSO VERY UNREALISTIC PLOT LOL - JUST PRETEND READING A MANGA/COMIC OR WATCHING A FILM, REALLY.

SUGGESTIVE THEMES. MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE & BLOOD (BUT NOTHING TOO GRAPHIC, IT'S STILL A COMEDY!)

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Rhodos, Greece

Taking a sip from her martini, Arabella's eyes glided through the crowded room. Eyeing every guest carefully before putting her drink down. Smiling to herself.

The stairs around the corner were guarded by one security guard only. It'd be easy.

"Another vodka martini, please. Shaken, not stirred," she ordered at the bartender.

A party of european millionaires in an old medieval castle had sounded more excited then it really was. It was like any other rich people party after all. The ones who had their millions inheritated, the old money therefore, was chatting about their latest vacations or newest luxury purchase. The new money millionaires were exchanging the latest gossip of their industries or taking cringy photos and videos of themselves. And somewhere in between they drank and danced and ate way too small portions of overly expensive food.

Her gaze went back to the guard, thinking of ways to distract or sidle past him, when she suddenly felt a hand on her hip.

Her eyes widened and she was ready to make whoever it was, regret it. Her firsts already clenching when a familiar chuckle rang in her ears. His hot breath tickling her neck.

"Nice hair, is it a wig?" He brushed one of the pink curls back. His fingers against her shoulder making her hinch a breath

A dry laugh escaped her lips then as she unintentionally leaned into his touch. "None of your business."

"Feisty as always, I missed that," Jimin smirked and let go abrubtly, appearing from behind her. He leaned against the marble counter next to her. Not even try hiding how he shamelessy checked her out in that long black dress with the deep slit on the side of her leg. Allowing it to peek through whenever she moved.

She huffed when noticing, crossing her arms in front of her.

"What are you even doing here? Trying to kill me again?"

His brows rose, a puzzled expression on his soft features. "But Bella, love, you know I'd never do that."

He drew closer then, grabbing her chin gently between his fingers. Forcing her to look at him. And for a moment she was about to melt under his gaze. "I'm here to get you back."

A frown spread on her pretty face. "Get me back?" She slapped his hand away. "There's no need to get me back. I'm totally fine on my own." She pointed behind him then.

He followed her finger across the open bar to a guy in a white suit and slicked back hair, talking and laughing with a group of others at a table in the back. Chunking down champagne like it was water. Jimin could spot the golden watch and rings all the way from where they were standing.

"See Stelios there? He's my new boyfriend. I'm accompanying him here on Rhodos."

Jimin couldn't help but roll his eyes annoyed. He knew by 'boyfriend' she meant 'rich guy who owned something she wanted', however, it still bugged him she used that term.

"But your 'Stelios' can't protect you from them."

"I'm pretty sure he got enough security."

He sighed dramatically. "But Bella-baby, you should know I'm the only man in this world who can do that."

Arabella remained unimpressed, looking him dead in the eye. Slowly getting fed up with his attitude.

They hadn't seen each in over two weeks, last time they had him pushing her away as if she meant nothing to him and now he randomly showed up out of nowhere, pretending being her prince in shining armour? A prince she definitely neither needed nor asked for?

"Honestly, Jimin, what even am I to you?" Her voice unintentionally rose out of frustration. "Your rival, your lover, an obstacle or am I supposed to be your coffin?"

There was a hint of sorrow in her eyes, he could tell. He heaved a sigh, taking her hand in his gently as he stepped forward. His face close to hers as his lips ghosted over her cheek. "Obviously all of it."

He pulled back, seeing her stunned face. A grin spreading over his plum lips. "And now come," he said excitedly and drank the second martini she had ordered in one go. Pulling her along with him into the crowd then. "It'd be suspicious if we didn't dance at a party!"

She hesitated first, pretending being unfazed by his words, but eventually rested her hands on his shoulder as his own glided to her waist. Both swaying to the rhythm of the mellow melody.

"So when did you snap out of it?" she curiously asked then, "And if you tell me it was on that rainy day then I swear to god-"

"N-no, no, it wasn't!" he quickly objected.

Arabella's eyes narrowed. "Not sure I'm buying that."

Jimin exhaled deeply, shaking his head. "Trust me. I still hadn't gained my memories back at this point. It was a muddled mess and I struggled putting an order to them."

She hummed, looking over her shoulder to check if her 'boyfriend' had noticed her dancing with someone else. Other people dancing between them blocked his view however. Not that he was paying attention anyway. He was still talking with his rich friends.

"So tell me," Jimin smiled then, "Why are you really here? And don't start with that 'boyfriend' of yours again."

Arabella couldn't help but giggle at his jealousy. Even if he was trying downplaying it, he wasn't really doing a good job and it still shone through. And she couldn't deny that she liked it. Because it meant that perhaps he did care after all.

"What makes you think there'd be any other reason?" She blinked confused, acting innocent. But Jimin knew her too well to fall for that. So he turned her swiftly, pressing her body against his while his one hand travelled down her hips and to her thigh. Lifting it against his. The silk fabric flowing over her skin, exposing her leg through the slid. Along with her berretta held by a black lacy garter.

"Because normal party guests usually don't hide guns under their clothes," he smirked.

Arabella felt her breath becoming heavier the longer they remained in this position, with his dark eyes piercing hers. She lowered her arms from around his neck, letting them slide over his chest. "Let go," she mouthed, not wanting anyone noticing her gun. And his hand slowly did as he was told. Sliding over her thigh and hips. Taking its previous position on her waist.

"Fine, I'll tell you," she eventually sighed and stepped back. Grabbing his wrist. "But first you gotta help me pass that stupid guard to get upstairs."

She dragged him through the crowd until they reached the other end, near the staircase. The guard standing right at the corner, looking sternly at the direction they had come from. "Distract him so I can climb behind him over the railing and scurry upstairs."

Jimin's brows rose, his eyes going from her to the guard and back to her. Eventually shrugging. "You need help for that?" he chuckled smugly, making her audibly huff.

"No, obviously not. I'd have found a way without you as well. I didn't even know you'd be here after all. But since you are.." She grabbed his tie, pulling him closer to her level. A seductive smirk on her lips. ".. you'll make it easier for me. Won't you?"

He nodded vigorously and leaned in, trying stealing a kiss as the temtation was quite compelling, but she pushed him lightly away. "Maybe after the job's done."

He whined "You're such a tease, Bella-baby."

"And you love it."

"I do, I really do," he smiled. Managing pecking her cheek at least, to which her eyes widened startled. Making him chuckle. She looked quite adorable when being dumbfounded. "Alright, let's do this," he said then and briefly rubbed his hands before making his way to the guard. Starting a casual conversation with him, to which the guard didn't seem to bulge in first.

However, Arabella knew no one could resist Jimin's charm and sooner or later everyone would give in. So she eased her way to the side of the stairs. Waiting for his sign. And as soon as she saw the guard's head turn to the side and Jimin giving her a quick wink, she grabbed the artful bars and heaved herself up, climbing over the railing. And she rushed upstairs, no one spotting her from downstairs.

Reaching the top, she carefully made her way through the long corridors. Flower bouquetes on commodes and paintings decorating them. When she reached a corner, she carefully peeked behind. Spotting another guard in front of a door.

That must've been it, she thought.

According to the blueprint she had memorized, this room was supposed to be a storage. Which was obviously bullshit because why would a simple storage need guards? And besides, the room next to it was the security room. That was no coincidence.

She reached behind her neck, fiddling a little before her dress got taken down, replaced by the maid uniform she had prepared. After taking a deep breath to get into character, she walked out of her stash and confidently made her way towards the guard.

He eyed her suspiciously, which left her unimpressed, as she went past him and into the security room.

"Hey, what do you want in there?" the guard called out, leaving his post to check on her.

"What I want?" she scoffed dramatically, "I was sent here because of some annoyingly beeping noise outside. As if I got any clue how to use all these things!" She pointed at the screens and computers. Pretending being a poor clueless and overwhelmed girl would surely help. "I mean, look at all this! And I'm just a simple maid! How am I supposed to know! But my supervisor sent me here to check what it is and take care of it! And I don't know if you know her, but she's a total witch, so I couldn't just object!" She continued her rambling. A deep frown on her face along with frustration written all over it. And she saw the guard's face softening at this as he seemingly pitied her. He had falled for it and she felt accomplished. "Do you maybe have any clue how all this works? I could really need some help or she might tell the master and let him fire me! And I can't get fired! I really depend on this job! Oh god, what if-"

She was ready to shed some fake tears when the guard cut her off, holding his hands up. "Okay, okay, calm down! We'll figure this out," he said and headed to the computers. Typing in something on the keyboard and sliding his ID card through a scanner. "Where did you say this weird sound was located at?"

"Right here." And with that she hit his neck with the back of her gun, making him faint. Hs heavy body fell on the ground and she dragged him to a corner, tearing off her apron and tying him down, in case he woke up too early. She went to the monitors then, deactivating the alarm system inside the fake storage room next door. Thankfully he had already typed in his security key, so it wasn't any problem, because despite her acting dumb, she did know how to navigate through the system.

She left the room, glancing around to make sure the the coast was clear before locking the door behind her. Bumping into Jimin as soon as she entered the fake storage.

He had already been waiting for her inside. "Took you long enough, darling."

"As if," she said and wiggled her way out of his embrace. Heading straight to the persian carpet in the middle of the room and lifting it. Revealing a safe underneath it.

"How did you get past the guard?"

"Oh, not at all," he chuckled, "He allowed me going upstairs. Told him I really needed to pee and the only bathroom downstairs was packed."

She hummed, not being surprised that actually worked. It probably wouldn't have with anyone else, but of course it did for Jimin.

She pressed her ear on the safe then. Rotating the knob until hearing it click. With the security system being deactivated, it was nothing but a normal safe. The only difficulty left was that it had three knobs, not just one. The first one was done after a minute, another two left.

"What is inside there anyway?" Jimin asked and took a seat on one of the puffy velvet armchairs. Observing her with a raising warmth as she was on her knees, her perfect little bum high in the air. The maid skirt almost riding up enough for it to be revealed.

"A very pretty ruby necklace," she smiled as the second knob clicked.

"That's all?"

"And maybe a few other pretty things," she giggled, concentrating on the last knob.

Jimin sighed, propping his chin on the palm of his hand. "And that's why you're with that sleazy nepo baby? Because he could bring you to this party?"

"Hm, maybe. But maybe he also treats me nicely."

Snorting, he straightened himself again. "Nicer than me?"

"Perhaps," she shrugged. Knowing exactly she was teasing him. "At least he didn't want me dead."

He sighed. "You ain't letting go of that, are you?"

The third knob clicked open and she sat back on her legs, looking at him with a sad smile. "It hurt my feelings, you know." Her gaze fell on the safe then, opening it.

His lips slightly parted, not having expected this. After all, he wasn't used to this kind of honesty from her unless they were in serious danger with the possibility of them not making it out alive. This didn't apply now, however, astonishing even more. And he finally began to understand how deeply the whole incident really offended her feelings. The whole real reason she was there, on this greek island with some millionaire, being to run away and distract herself from her broken heart and ego. He finally got it.

Before he could react properly though, she had already got up. The ruby necklace decorating her neck and a fitting bracelet placed around her wrist.

She went to the window then, pushing it open and looking down. It wasn't too high. She could jump on that tree and then climb down. However, she remembered a guard roaming around the garden with a dog when arriving earlier there. There didn't seem anyone around now though as the garden was quite broadly spread. She had to take advantage of the security sensors around the mansion being deactivated.

"You coming?" She looked over her shoulder, seeing him shake his head.

"I'll better head back down before the guard gets suspicious. Don't wanna ruin your escape," he smiled then, "I'll meet you at the entrance gate."

She nodded and climbed out on the nearest branch then. Carefully getting down the tree, not wanting any scratches in case she bumped into anyone and they'd get alarmed by them.

She lended in the darkness of the shrubbery and quickly changed back to her party dress when a flashlight appeared further away.

Arabella cursed internally and pressed herself against the wall. Slowly moving to the front of the building. She looked over the corner, the other guard with the flashlight and dog coming closer.

There was also a guard at the entrance who was luckily guiding a drunk party guest and his young company to their car in that moment. Giving her a perfect opportunity to rush out and towards the gate while the guard was putting the guest inside the car.

She was casually walking towards the exit over the forecourt, pretending having just come out of the party when a deep voice was suddenly heard right behind her. "Stop you little thief."

She paused in her tracks and without hesitating, rammed her elbow backwards, towards the person. Hearing a high-pitched yelp and a groan. She slowly turned around, seeing Jimin grinning at her mischieviously. Holding his belly. "You almost hit my wound, love."

"I'll try not to miss next time." She tried slapping him for using his voice mimicking to mess with her, but he successfully dodged every one of her attempts. He grabbed her hand then and tucked her out of the gate before anyone took notice of them.

"Sorry, sorry, but I couldn't resist," he laughed. Holding his hands up in a defensive manner. "You're too cute when getting surprised."

"I hate you!" she whined- Her voice loud, causing Jimin to quickly press a finger on her lips to sush her in case they might get heard. He stopped in front of his car then, unlocking it and opened the passenger door for her to enter. She rolled her eyes and climbed in, slamming the door shut. He sighed and got behind the steering wheel. Starting the engine and driving off before any security noticed her little theft.

The cool night breeze from the lowered windows tousled their hair as the car rushed down the road through the dense forest.

Jimin's eyes briefly glanced at her absentmindedly staring out into the dark woods. The rubies on her skin glistening brightly whenever they passed a street lamp. Contrasting her smooth skin.

"Bella?" She hummed, not averting her eyes from the scenary outside. The dark sea peeking between trees. "You know I'd never hurt you. I wasn't myself back then."

She exhaled deeply, finally looking at him as well. "I know it wasn't your fault." She paused, her eyes wandering back outside. "It's.. whatever, really. No big deal." Despite her trying downplaying it, it did still hurt a little when thinking about his cold, emotionless stare from back then. As if she was nobody to him.

The car slowly came to an halt at the side of the road, interrupting her train of thoughts. And Arabella frowned, glancing up at Jimin. "Why di-"

She didn't finish her sentence, cutting herself off when seeing his expression. His eyes gleaming with sorrow. "I'm sorry, Arabella. I truly am."

Her lips parted. Not having expected him to feel genuinely remorse because of her silly remark. And she placed her hand over his. Giving him a small lopsided smile. "It's okay, I'm not mad."

They stayed like this for a moment more. Holding each other's gaze while smiling. Until sirens echoed in the distance, breaking the silence. And both their eyes widened. His lips breaking into a laugh then. "Guess your little theft didn't go unnoticed after all."

She giggled, taking her small gun from underneath her dress as he pulled out his own from the glovebox.

"Ready?"

"Always."

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katythebigbeefymoth · 9 months

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Pupetter

A Miguel O’Hara x fem!reader fanfic

An 18+ fanfiction- Minors DNI- All characters are over 18

Summary: As a college student, money is hard to come by. So you sit at bars rich men frequent and await your following catch. Men usually get to you before you can finish ordering your first drink, but tonight something, or someone, else has got your eyes

A/N: I said I would write a Rodrick fanfic, but the plot is so complicated, so this is like a pure smut break. Technically not the first fanfic I’ve written, but the first I have posted. I AM FERAL FOR THIS MAN!!! I’m VERY open to criticism, just be respectful and enjoy! (ps: I’m considering taking requests, so leave some if you want to.)

Every night feels the same.

Do your makeup and hair, and wear something provocative but not too crass.

You try to go to different bars every night, but rich guys mostly go to the ones on the outskirts, so you stay there.

The pay is way more than any other job for a full-time college student. It’s more than enough to pay for all your school-related expenses, and sometimes you even take your friends out for dinner. They know what you do, but they don’t judge, especially since most live off of dollar-store noodles. And you don’t mind the job either. The sex is fine, and the pay is amazing.

This night is no different than yesterday or the day before. You sit at the bar, and before you finish your first cocktail, a young-looking guy approaches you. He’s not very handsome, but it’s all the same as long as he is rich.

“Hey Angel, let me pay for your drink.” He says.

You explain your financial struggles in a way that makes you sound stupid and naive, and as a result, he fakes sympathy and offers to help you. At first, you felt terrible for lying to them, but if a ring isn’t stopping them, why should it stop you?

“Help me how?” You say, looking up at him. The wide eyes looking up and pursed lips are a classic.

“Well…” He starts, but he quickly loses your interest. You're not unfamiliar with the feeling of being looked at, but something felt different.

You look over his shoulder and see a man looking at you. He is sitting on a couch near a coffee table in the corner. The dim lighting makes it hard to see his face, but you can make out some of his sharp features. He is wearing a white button-up shirt that fits him just right, but he could be wearing anything else and still look captivating. He paired the shirt with black pants and shoes. The only other distinctive feature about him was his eyes. So deep and tempting that you can’t look away. Your mind starts to wonder what a night with him would look like.

Often when you have sex, it's like your mind leaves your body, and your eyes watch from the corner of the room as you bend, moan, and grind. All fake, of course. It’s like your body is a doll, and you are a puppeteer. You are contorting your body in a way that will please your audience. That audience is oblivious men. But he looks different. If you got to spend a night with him, you would savor every moment and get lost in the high or pleasure. Just thinking about it is making you hot.

You have been looking at him for what seems like seconds, but the man in front of you has caught on and is trying to get your attention back.

“So, does 5,000 sound good dear?” He asks.

“Uh huh…” You respond, looking back at his face but not processing what he asked.

“Great, I’ll make it worth your while.” He leans towards you and starts placing kisses on your neck. You pull back, startled, and excuse yourself.

“Sorry, I’ll be right back.” You stand and scurry off to the restroom.

When you get there, you slam your purse in the sink and look at yourself in the mirror. What the hell has gotten into you? Why did you just run away from $5000!? Your face is flushed, and after you enter the stall, you realize you are soaking wet. What are you, a virgin? Good lord, get a hold of yourself! You’re returning to give that man a good time, take your pay, and go home.

But when you go back out, he’s gone.

Damn it.

You sigh and sit at the bar again. Having to put in double the effort wasn’t something you were looking for tonight.

“I'll have a sex on the beach, please.” You say. The bartender nods and starts working on it.

As you wait for your drink, you look around to see if that man who robbed you of tonight’s salary is still looking at you. But when you turn, he is also gone. You can't help a frown when you acknowledge that all your daydreaming was for nothing.

“Here you go.” You take your drink and down half of it at once. Maybe it's the drink or the hour, but something has got you rethinking your life choices. When did sex become a transaction? You remember when a man first offered you money for a “good time.” You were partying with a couple of friends when a guy your age approached you. He was cute, and had he asked to take you out on a date, you would have accepted. Now, plenty of “good times” later, you start feeling defeated. Is this all I'll ever be? You take another sip. A quick fuck when rich guys get tired of their wives?

“Excuse me?” A deep voice says from behind you.

“Yes?” You turn around, startled. After swallowing the knot building up in your throat, you wipe away the tears at the corners of your eyes. He's back. That man who stole your $5000 is back. And he's caught you at your worst moment. While he looks straight out of a fragrance commercial, you probably look like a pathetic, sad mess.

“I was looking at you from over there, and I uh... I thought you looked lonely.” He sounds scary, but something about his mannerisms is so damn inviting. He must be joking or stupid to think a girl like you could be lonely. Did he not just see that man trying to give you a hickey in the middle of a high-class bar? You look at him for a few seconds, trying to get words out but failing. His face looks skeptical when you don’t answer.

“I'm sorry; I didn't mean to bother you. I'll go.” He says and starts to walk away. You reach for his arm to stop him from leaving.

“No, don't leave. Who are you?” you say. You are going to show this man how lonely you are. You place a hand on his knee and lean towards him. His Adam's apple bobs up and down, telling you he noticed.

“My name is Miguel. What's yours?” He asks with a subtle smirk on his lips. He understands what game you are playing, and it looks like he is more than pleased to play with you.

You think to yourself for a second. “You can call me doll.”

“Oh yeah?” He muses.

Something about him calling you doll doesn’t seem half bad.

“Well, doll, you can call me Miguel” He says.

Not bad at all.

As soon as the elevator doors close, your mouth meets his. You can't even blame him. There is something between you two that is electric. During the ride here, it has severely challenging to keep your hands off him, which is why your bodies were impossibly close when Miguel asked you to dance, and why he held onto your thigh the whole ride to his apartment. His tongue tastes of liquor as it hits yours. You stumble into his room and throw him on the bed.

You start your usual show. You are teasing him by taking your sweet time playing with the straps of your dress.

His eyes follow your every move, zeroed in on the slit running up the length of your leg and stopping at your thigh.

You trace your hands all over your body. Starting at your neck, moving to your breast, then to your waist, lowering more to your thighs until you are to your heels, unhooking them, and tossing them across the room. Miguel’s jaw relaxes, eyes glazed over watching you. You climb over him, straddling him but not touching down yet. You can see the pressure building up in his boxers.

He looks at you as you bite down your lip.

“What do you think you are doing?” He asks, chuckling.

“What, you never done foreplay before?” You ask, confused.

“Let me tell you something, doll,” he says slowly. “You seem like a giver. I bet all you do is give, give, and give. And all those stupid men do is take.” He puts his hands on your waist, pulling you closer and tracing kisses down your neck and towards your chest as he continuously murmurs. “ I want to show you what it feels like to take.” he starts sucking on the delicate skin, and you let your head fall back to give him access. A small moan escapes you, and it's refreshing not having to fake it.

“I want you to use me.” He lifts one hand from your waist and starts trailing your thighs.

“Use me like I’m yours.” He whispers in your ear, making you shiver.

He picks you up and puts you back on your wobbly feet. He then pushes you against the wall gently. He is towering over you, his broad shoulders blocking you from seeing anything but him. Everything he does turns you on. No one has ever had this effect on you. He is huge, and this might be part of the reason.

He could crush you with just one hand, yet every time he touches you, he's gentle. It's almost like he is afraid he might break you. But, my god, you wish he would.

“Tell me what you want.” He says.

“I want you to worship me,” you say. “Please me.” you smile, grabbing the side of his face and pulling him down for a kiss. This one has no rush but instead passion.

He pulls away but keeps his face close to yours as he whispers, “Hm, I can do that for you.” He says, looking at you with dark eyes.

His hand travels up your thigh until it reaches your pantie line; you start whining as his thumb circles your clit over the thin fabric.

“Please.” You beg, grinding into his hand.

“C’mon, baby. Ride my hand.” He pulls the lace down and circles your entrance.

You are sopping wet, and he wastes no time slipping a finger inside you. You grind against it, desperate for more. Progressively you start getting louder, whinier. He leans towards your ear, and the deep groans from the back of his throat as he marks you are driving you insane. As he puts his fingers in you, the sounds coming from the two of you are beyond lewd. Clapping, heavy breathing, and wet slapping are all you can hear over your wild heartbeat and the groans coming from him.

You feel hot all over. Pressure starts building at the pit of your stomach. For the second time tonight, you feel like a virgin. He is making you question whether or not you have ever had proper sex before. Has anyone ever made you come this quick? No, but he's about to if he keeps hitting and kissing your neck while hand-fucking you.

Your moans have gotten louder, but you couldn't care less. You are getting lost in the feeling of Miguel’s fingers deep inside you.

“You like that baby? You are going to cum all over my hand” The filthy things he says in your ear only push you over the edge more. “God, look at you, squirting all over my hand, you needy whore.”

He makes sure never to lose eye contact with you as he finger-fucks you. For a second, he takes his fingers out, making you whine at the loss of stimulation. But then he gets on his knees, and still not looking away from you, he buries his face between your thighs. He kisses and bites them as he approaches your pussy, which is aching with the need to be stuffed with him again.

“I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good, baby.”He says.

His tongue finally makes contact with your clit with a slow suck that makes your body tense. Every time you look down to see him, he is looking up at you with his lustful eyes. You grind into him as he starts getting faster. He is practically holding the entire weight of your body on his arms and face. And he seems to be enjoying it too.

“Oh fuck!” You are practically screaming by this point, and if you weren’t too busy having the best sex of your life, you would feel bad for his neighbors.

Your hands tangled between his hair, give you a perfect view of his lustful face.

He puts two fingers back inside you and curls them at just the right angle. You feel a new wave of heat and pleasure washes through your body. You ride his face as you cum, ensuring you get all the pleasure you can. Your climax crashes into you like a wave making your legs numb, leaving him to support you up the wall. His face looks so fucking pretty after you just came all over it. Your juices are making a mess everywhere like you have never seen before.

Your body is still spasming as he gets up and kisses you, supporting your body with both his hands on your ass. You kiss back, not knowing how to thank him in words for what he made you feel.

“You taste so fucking good, doll.” He says in a raspy voice.

You giggle against his lips, “Thanks,” you say, still trying to catch your breath.

You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him back in. As you kiss him, you touch something hard with your leg. Knowing you have this effect on him is making you want more.

“Ready for more?” You say mischievously, looking up at him again.

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A/N: I thought writing just smut was going to be easy, but omg, I was wrong. I hope you liked it! Let me know if you want a part 2 from Miguel’s POV, where he tells his version of this night (and a little more). This probably has a million mistakes, but again I’m open to criticism as long as it’s respectful, so let me know what you think 🫶

🏷️ @katythebigbeefymoth

#miguel spiderverse #miguel o'hara #smut #fanfinction #spiderman #miguel x you #miguel x reader #miguel spiderman #atsv fanfiction #spiderman x y/n #spiderman smut #x female reader #spiderman 2099 #spiderman 2099 x reader #spiderman 2099 x you

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cherry-cola-on-ice · 2 years

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The boys try Boba

Based off of the short conversation I had with @brandnewhuman

Jason Voorhees 🌲

First sip, he was convinced it was spoiled. Like when your milk goes bad and gets chunky

Second sip, it's his new favorite thing in the world.

Thinks it's beautiful, he likes the colors.

His favorite is milk tea with lavender and lemon Boba.

It makes him think of being sick and his mom making him tea.

Probably uses his sad eyes once a week to convince you to buy him some

Michael Myers 🎃

Doesn't listen to your instructions

Dumbass just chugs it

Like drunk frat boy doing shots

Chokes himself, you have no pity for him.

Likes to pop the Boba, but loves to pop it aimed at your face

Likes brown sugar Boba the best

Brahms Heelshire 🐀

Omg this bitch

The most complicated order known to man

One of those 2 shots of this, half pump of that

White Woman's Instagram™️

Seriously, he takes so many pictures of the drink on your phone

TBH, He always orders the most expensive drink on the menu

Billy Lenz 🎄

My man is a menace to society

Leave it to the moaner to make Boba sexual

"Y-you like those balls in your mouth? "

Comes up with the most strangest combinations.

Like water with boba. Or something like watermelon slush with egg pudding and a shot of espresso.

But he is partial to hazelnut milk tea with brown sugar Boba

Bo Sinclair 🛻

Annoyed hick mode™️ activated

Is personally offended by the texture of Boba

Makes it a point of telling you so. EVERY TIME

So you try the jellies instead and he loves it.

Makes you order it for him, doesn't want to look like a city slicker

Thai Tea with almond jelly. Get him that. He'll love you forever.

Vincent Sinclair 🎨

Brahms™️ but less pretentious

Aesthetics™️

He wants to know the history, the process behind Boba.

Unlike his brother, he loves the texture

Sometimes forgets to actually drink it because he just wants to draw it

is a Earl grey milk tea kind of guy.

#jason voorhees x reader #slasher x reader #slashers x reader #michael myers x reader #michael myers x you #slasher headcanons #jason voorhees #michael myers 2018 #brahms heelsire x reader #brahms headcanons #billy lenz x reader #billy lenz black christmas #billy lenz 1974 #bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #house of wax 2005 #vincent sinclair x reader

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moderncryptid · 1 year

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So I saw @itrin do this from wisteria-logde’s post and it made me want to eat a pound of sand with a fork so naturally i had to do one about the pathetic little man Damien Bright Sessions also.

1. What is the character’s go-to drink order? Normal drink: this man loves hot chocolate and will never tell anyone. Wants people to think he’s drinking coffee so they do. His favorite alcoholic drink is scotch. He keeps trying to convince himself that he likes beer but he’s never gotten more than a few sips in before going this sucks actually and not touching it again for a few months. Until he wants to seem cool again and orders another beer for the cycle to repeat itself.

2. What is their grooming routine? It depends. If it’s just him? Bare minimum. He showers so he doesn’t feel gross and never shaves every day and usually has messy hair or hair that’s grown out for too long from one of his diy hotel bathroom mirror cuts that he keeps meaning to give himself again but it’s a pain in the ass so.... But. If he’s around people like a Mark situation he gets kind of self-consious and puts in way too much effort while also trying to look like he doesn’t give a shit. Like he’ll shower in the morning and at night and he tries to make his hair look mostly okay and has this shitty eyeliner that he either thinks looks cool or dumb he really can’t decide but overall he can’t pick a middle ground.

3. What was their most expensive purchase/where does their disposable income go? Books baybe. When he has an actual job he builds one hell of a floor library because he doesn’t invest in actual shelves.

4. Do they have any scars of tattoos? Thinks a tattoo would be cool but if he’s in pain and doesn’t want to be the artist won’t touch him even if he knows it’s kind of a requirement but abilities are complicated so. Yeah. Has quite a few scars though. Mostly on his hands from having to learn to do a lot of things himself and doing them very badly at the start.

5. What was the last time they cried, and under what circumstances? Oh boy Damien is kind of an emotional dude as much as he loathes that fact. He’s the kind of person who can’t feel anything too strongly without tearing up. Happiness (which doesn’t really happen rip), sadness, anger- all of it starts making his throat tight once he gets too worked up and he can feel it and he hates it so he tries to remain very detatched in the Damien-sona. Like who cares, you know?

6. Are they an oldest, middle, youngest or only child? Only child. His parents were considering having another but decided against it and he has no idea if it had anything to do with how he turned out.

7. Describe the shoes they’re wearing. Classic black converse that are beat to hell. He thinks they look cooler that way.

8.Describe the place where they sleep. He can sleep just about anywhere but after leaving Ithica he doesn’t like to sleep in a quiet room or one that’s completley dark. He likes to have a light on somewhere he can see it and either has the tv playing super low or plays music on his phone.

9. What is their favorite holiday? He loves the idea of Christmas. Like there’s a reason he cannonically gets drunk on that day and tries to talk to people as himself. But he doesn’t like the reality which is being made very, VERY aware of how alone he is. He’s also one of those people who rolls their eyes and scoffs at the Valentine’s day thing and will not shut up about how lame it is but does actually kind of hope he’ll be able to participate just once because it’s stupid and dumb but maybe someone loving you isn’t totally stupid and dumb. (This is information you could not get out of him at gunpoint).

10. What objects do they always carry around with them? A black pen/sharpie because he is a menace and likes to write things in the books he’s reading/adds to graffiti when he finds it. Both feel like talking to someone in a roundabout way.

#damien gorham #I saw this post and it grabbed me by the throat #please take my damien considerations

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merrybrides · 1 year

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100 Wedding Tips Every Bride Should Know

Congrats! You're newly engaged and eager to dive in to planning the details of the big day. Before you get overwhelmed by the choices, costs and innumerable possibilities, read these tips that every bride should know.

Planning

Set the date! Make sure you leave plenty of time for planning details and coordinating vendors. A wedding checklist may help you keep tasks and timing in order.

Outline a budget. Set the budget so you know what you’re working with from the get-go.

Consider time of day. There may be a time of day that fits you and your significant other’s personalities, party style, budget, or guest list best.

Wedding Party. It’s never too early to ask and get the commitment.

Research Vendors. Pick up some local wedding magazines and hit the net to scope out what’s out there.

Ask around. Ask a few friends for their advice and what they learned from planning their own special day.

The ones you love. Make sure the people that are important to you know how you would like for them to be included.

Consider wedding size. Will it be a large bash or a smaller more intimate gathering?

Help needed. Loved ones asking how they can help? Set up an online list of helpful tasks and allow them to sign up and help as they can.

Location/Venue/Atmosphere

Book in advance. Many venues book up very far in advance. Narrow down a short list and make visits as soon as possible!

From here to there. Consider travel distance between ceremony and reception.

Back up plan. Outdoor venue? Consider weather influences and always have a “Plan B.”

Beautiful “As is”. Décor not your thing? Find a beautiful venue that already has a look you love.

Seasonal décor. If you’re getting married near a holiday or other special time of year, make sure to ask if the venue will be decorated in a special way.

Food and drinks. Ask about banquet permits and alcohol license needs. Don’t assume anything!

Consider room flow. You will want a space where you will be able to mix and mingle with guests easily.

Ask for referrals! See if your venue has recommendations for other vendors since they are likely to have worked well in the past.

Guest list

Talk about it. It’s a conversation to have early on with your fiancé. Establishing a guest list can get VERY complicated if you don’t set parameters.

Traveling guests? Consider how many out-of-town guests you will have to plan for.

Lots of out-of-towners? Consider setting up activities for the weekend or couple days surrounding your big day so they can meet others and visit.

Discuss family needs. Who will you want involved in the ceremony, reception, etc.? Set clear expectations from the beginning.

Save the drama. Handle family issues with grace. Have conversations with those that may need to be reminded to put personal issues aside for one day.

Undercover agents. It’s not unreasonable to “assign” a trusted friend to keep an eye on a guest that you are worried about getting out of hand.

Keep people in the loop. Set up a wedding website where you can post important details that guests will need to know.

Hotels. It’s always nice for the couple to set up hotel options and block rooms for guests.

Welcome basket. Welcome traveling guests at the hotel with gift bags including a few simple treats or some information about the location where they are visiting.

Budget

Discuss budget EARLY. Planning a wedding can get expensive and you will need to set parameters.

Who’s contributing? Give family members the chance to help financially however they feel comfortable.

Prioritize. Decide what is most important to you and your fiancé. Plan your budget accordingly so you don’t blow too much of it on a low-priority item.

Leave some reserve funds. There are always little things that will pop up later on, so don’t plan your initial budget estimates down to the very last dollar.

Plan for tips. Plan in advance for vendors that you will need to provide a tip to for day-of services.

Gifts. Many couples give gifts to the special people involved in their big day, like parents and bridal party members. Set money aside for this.

Consider assistance. Know someone who is great with money that has asked how they can help? Put them in charge of your budget to keep you accountable.

Establish a range. When speaking with vendors have a budget range in mind. This may eliminate some vendors before you get in too far.

DIY. Need to save in certain areas? Get creative. Enlist crafty friends and family to help you create the look and feel you are going for.

The Ceremony

Select an officiant/pastor. Does your ceremony location provide one, or do you need to find your own?

Marital counseling. Are there any requirements you must meet before walking down the aisle?

Get your marriage license. That’s kind of important, err, necessary, and the ceremony won’t happen without one.

Consider the feel. Will your ceremony be formal or not?

Timing. Length of the ceremony may be something you want to discuss with whoever will be marrying you.

Vows! Discuss with your fiancé if you will be exchanging traditional vows or writing your own.

Kids or no kids. If you would prefer guests not bring children to the ceremony, make sure this is clear. You may even want to have childcare available.

Choose words wisely. Carefully consider scriptures, poems and songs that will be part of your day. Make it meaningful.

Guestbook. Have everyone sign a guestbook so you can look back on the special people who were a part of your big day!

Programs. Provide a printed program to guests when they arrive. If you need someone to hand them out, choose someone who may know the majority of guests – it’s a nice warm welcome!

Reception Considerations

Does your caterer… cater? Whether you’ll be providing a sit down meal or hors d’oeuvres, make sure your caterer has options for those with diet restrictions.

Music sets the mood. Create the atmosphere you desire by choosing you music option with care. Will a DJ help to get the party going or is a live band more your style? Some may even opt for an iPod with a playlist.

Who’s directing traffic and flow? Make sure you have a point person for the reception activities. It is helpful to have someone keeping things on pace.

Money and tips. You my find that certain companies outsource people to handle day-of tasks. Ask in advance if it is necessary to tip those individuals.

Favors. Donate to a charity in your guests’ honor or provide an item they can use later, like a matchbook. Make it personal by having your initials printed on it.

Selecting Wedding Vendors

Do your research. You want dependable people and companies involved so that you can stress less that day.

Create a short list. Researching vendors online and in magazines as well as collecting recommendations from others is a good place to start.

Hire a professional. If the task just seems too overwhelming, consider getting a wedding planner to help you shorten the list of options out there.

Don’t rush. It may take time to find the right people or companies to handle each task. Know it doesn’t all come together immediately.

Ask for proof. Are you going for a specific wedding theme – perhaps a beachy, rustic or theatrical flair? Find vendors that have created the look before and always have them provide examples of their work.

Use your head. Listen to recommendations from the vendor, but don’t be afraid to ask questions, negotiate or ask for other options.

Face to face meetings. You are juggling a lot, but it is still smart to meet in person and not take their website as their word.

Under pressure. If a vendor is putting unnecessary pressure on you to commit before you are ready, it may be a red flag. The goal is to feel good about the decisions you make.

Pre-Wedding Celebrations

Bridal showers. Celebrate with friends and family at a bridal shower! Gather those you love for a more intimate-sized party a couple weeks or months before the big day.

Guests and gifts. If you have registered for wedding gifts, make sure you have plenty items on the list to accommodate all guests, and use stores that are convenient to those attending.

Don’t duplicate. If you are having multiple showers, watch for guest duplication. Inviting guests to more than one can make you appear selfish or unorganized.

Consider an engagement party. At an engagement party guests won’t feel obligated to bring a gift. The party can be elaborate or totally informal and include guys and gals.

Consider groups. If you run in several different circles and it seems overwhelming to try and include everyone, divide people into separate events.

Themed parties. Have party-throwers set up a themed shower where guests choose gifts with a certain idea in mind. Suggestions include a “stock the bar,” “kitchen essentials,” “barbeque,” or “around the clock,” where gests buy a gift based on a time of day.

Hostess gifts. Make sure you get a little something for the fabulous hosts that throw a little something special in your honor!

Bachelorette Celebration. Whether it’s a girl’s weekend away, a spa day or a fun girl’s night filled with your favorite activities, coordinate a fun way to celebrate your last days of being single in style.

Wedding Party Brunch. Some couples host a bridal party or family brunch prior to or early on the wedding day. Connect with those close to you before it gets crazy!

Registry Tips

Consult a friend. Someone who has registered before may provide insight into what worked and what did not.

Focus on needs. Focus on necessities and think long-term when you are walking around the store scanning or on the website clicking.

Get creative! If you don’t need many standard household items, create a honeymoon registry, a registry where you encourage guests to buy stock in your name, or even a charity registry!

Groom’s registry. Creating a registry can seem boring and monotonous and let’s face it, your groom may not care what sheets you get. Yet, when it comes to the things he does care about, let him have some say!

Go GREEN

Buy vintage! Consider a vintage wedding dress or choose eco-friendly attire.

Natural light. Choose an outdoor location or an earlier time of day so you can use less lighting indoors.

Email invitations! Coordinate your entire guest list, collect RSVP’s and even gather meal preferences through online sign ups; such as SignUpGenius.

Love the earth. Use eco-friendly paper for programs, favors or other paper needs. Now you can even find plant-able seed paper that can be printed with environmentally friendly ink!

Something borrowed. Borrow décor or rent it for less waste.

Go digital. Digital photos will save the money and chemical processing that goes into film photography.

Wedding website hub. Create a wedding website to get important information and dates out to your guests.

Perfecting Your Wedding Day Look

Selecting a dress. When selecting your wedding day attire, keep an open mind! Try on many options and make sure you factor in comfort.

Be patient. Some brides “just know” the moment they put that dress on that it is made for them. If that’s not you, that’s ok. Take your time!

Veil. Whether it’s to the floor or short and sweet, a full headpiece or none at all, anything goes, so stick with the choice that’s right for you.

Dancing shoes. Choose comfy shoes and break them in before the big day.

Hair. Hire a professional or if you are able do your own hair, do it. Make sure to do a run-through before the day-of so you know what to expect!

Makeup. Keep it natural, clean and fresh. You may consider asking your photographer for any tips about what looks best in photos, but do not go outside of your comfort zone.

Emergency kit. Stock a day-of emergency kit with a couple essentials – lip gloss, hand lotion, band-aids, mints, a small comb and anything else could come in handy in a pinch!

Get rest! It may be challenging with all the excitement, but it will help you feel your very best.

Stay hydrated. Make sure you are drinking and eating so you stay healthy and nourished leading up to and during your wedding day.

Document the Day

Discuss photography style. Choose a photographer that “gets” you and the style that you want.

Set up site for sharing. One great way to see all the photos from friends and family is to set up a photo sharing website where people can upload.

Make a list. Develop an image list for your photographer of “must-have” shots, so you don’t forget to get that photo taken with certain people or settings.

Photo booth fun. Many companies offer opportunities for your guests to get in front of the camera in a photo booth style set up – props and all. This can offer a lot of added fun for all.

No tech? Worried about people sharing dozens of photos on social media before you get the first look? Consider telling your guests you’d prefer to have a “no tech” wedding.

Remember the Meaning of the Day

Plan ahead! Make sure things are done prior so you can actually enjoy your wedding day!

Marriage should be the focus. It’s wise to keep reminding yourself throughout the whole wedding planning process – it’s not just the wedding day that matters, it’s every day that comes after i

Stay grounded. Keep people close to you that can provide a sense of calm through the chaos and who can help you make good, quick decisions if need be.

Make time for the special people. Set aside specific time for those you are close to during your wedding weekend or the weekend will pass before you realize you didn’t get that extra time.

Express yourself. Exchange a card or letter to be opened the day-of the wedding – write something truly from the heart to the special person you will be sharing the rest of your life with.

Be thankful. On your wedding day, pause from time to time and take in all the love that surrounds you!

One-on-one time. Plan time with your groom amidst the craziness so you can connect.

Here’s to you creating the wedding you’ve always dreamed of. Best wishes as you set out on the wedding planning journey!

#wedding planning #wedding day tips #wedding planning tips #wedding tips

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twst-the-night-away · 1 year

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Get To Know Violetta

I'm going to answer these questions for every OC. Since I'm going in dorm order, it's Violetta's turn today! Let's get to know a little more about the shy violet of Heartslabyul.

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What is Violetta's go-to drink order? Violetta likes all kinds of tea, but her favorite is hibiscus. She likes anything with a strong flowery taste to it. She'll either order a hibiscus tea or a raspberry cream soda when she's at Mostro Lounge.

What is her grooming routine? Violetta's routine isn't fancy or complicated, but she does keep herself neat. She washes her face, brushes her teeth, and combs her hair in the morning and at night. She makes sure to shower daily, usually before bed. When she washes her face, she doesn't use fancy products - just a gentle face soap and a light moisturizer. She trims her bangs and nails when they need it, never letting them grow too long.

What was her most expensive purchase/where does their disposable income go? Violetta's most expensive purchase was her handheld gaming system, which she saved up for over the summer before coming to NRC. She likes to play visual novels and dating sims before going to bed. Emotional as they are, they help her relax. Her disposable income mostly goes towards games, manga, art supplies, and outings for tea and sweets with her friends. The income comes from art commissions and a small stipend she gets from her parents every month.

Does she have any scars or tattoos? Violetta does not have any scars or tattoos, but she has a purple birthmark on the back of her left thigh. She's a little self-conscious about it.

What was the last time she cried, and under what circumstances? Violetta most recently cried after being embarrassed in class. She was paired up with someone who caused an accident in the alchemy lab, and so she got yelled at by Crewel along with her partner. She cries out of embarrassment and frustration more than anything.

Is she an oldest, middle, youngest or only child? Violetta is not only an only child, but she is a foundling. She was found by her parents in the flower garden of the inn that they run. Her parents are an older couple that always wanted children, but were never able to have any of their own. Because of all of the above reasons, Violetta's parents cherish her, and she feels safest when she's with them. They don't spoil her - she had to work in the inn ever since she was old enough to - but she's never unsure that they love her very much. Nobody except her birth mother knows that she's actually part fae.

Describe the shoes she's wearing. Violetta wears leather Mary Jane shoes with tights most of the time. She wears black tights with red shoes in her school uniform, and red tights with black shoes in her dorm uniform. She only wears athletic shoes when she's in gym class.

Describe the place where she sleeps. Violetta shares a room with Joker. Her side of the room is neat and cozy. There's a thick quilt on her bed with a strawberry pattern, and several firm pillows. Since she sits up in bed reading or gaming fairly often, she has to have plenty of back support. The table beside her bed usually has whichever books she's currently reading, a glasses case, and a lamp.

What is her favorite holiday? Violetta's favorite holiday is Halloween. She has fun making treats to hand out, and seeing all the pretty people in their creative costumes ... well, it gives her a lot of inspiration, let's say that much. Her least favorite holiday is the winter holiday. It's so cold, and she has to go back home just in time for the inn to get super busy with guests.

What objects does she always carry around with her? Violetta always carries a sketchbook, whether it's a standard-sized one or a small one that she can slip into her pocket. And she always has something to draw with. She never knows when inspiration will strike. She also always tries to have at least one piece of chocolate on hand. It's sort of like an HP regain item for her.

#twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #violetta piccola

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king-there0f · 1 year

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The first three questions (or just the first) for Jade please!

Thank you for the ask @danieco ! Tagging you directly in this one cuz when I attached images tumblr weirdly flagged it as adult content ???? So idk if it will show up for you or not??

What is their go-to drink order?

Wine! (Red, usually, though he is always one to choose a wine to properly compliment his meal.) Jade is, unfortunately, a wine snob. Hilariously rolling to appraise the value of certain bottles of wine was a thing I was doing with surprising frequency at the very beginning of the game I was playing him in lol. Lots of “can I roll to see if these wines are from a good year?” Kinda thing hahaha. Does this make Jade a wine aunt…? Your really shitty judgmental wine aunt.

What is their grooming routine?

Back in the Before Times, before he got cursed and then cursed again, I imagine Jade had a very “That Girl” routine. Very early riser, eats only the most perfectly balanced meals, has a thorough skin care routine, etc… the kind of performative unrealistically perfect routine that most ritsy high elves are expected to have. but Now I think he is more of a “do not talk to me until I have had my tea” which he regularly pours a shot of whiskey into kind of guy lmao. A very “shows up to the dnd party 30 minutes late with starbucks” kinda dude. A “technically I dont sleep but I wake up on the proverbial wrong side of the bed every day of my life” sorta vibe. You know he still has an over complicated skin care routine tho.

What was their most expensive purchase?

I think it’s probably his flute. Largely unused now (on account of, ya know, the curse) I think back when he was a prodigy he had it custom designed by some famous expert elvish craftsman. I still havent super settled on its detais but something like this maybe?

#my art #original character #dnd #dungeons and dragons #jade #asksksksk #@danieco

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josefina-cruz · 1 year

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Introducing the Thrall

Every Face Has a Name…

Name: Josefina “Jo” Anita Alves Cruz

Faceclaim: Camila Mendes

Age: 26

Gender: Cisgender Female (she/her)

Sexuality: Homosexual

Circle: Mortalis

Occupation: Socialite/Social Media Influencer

The Beginning and the Middle....

Did anyone ever really remember a time before they knew too much? Not as far as Josefina knew. Maybe once, when she was four, her mother and father would tuck her into bed with her favorite stuffed doll and tell her that there were no monsters under the bed. Maybe that was the last time she remembered not knowing. When Senator Cruz had kissed her forehead and said he was fighting hard to keep the scary things away.

But he’d been playing house with them instead. Making favors and debts he couldn’t cash until his family was forced to pay up in return. Josefina thinks the first time she knew for sure was fourteen though, when she walked into that office and saw the vampire drinking her mom’s blood. She had screamed so loud it nearly shattered the expensive vase in the corner of the room. When the vamp was done her parent’s had taken her aside and explained this was just part of the deal. They worked with the creatures of this Midnight Underground and they got things in return.

The first time she’d been made part of it was only two years later at sixteen. Debts. That’s what the Underground functioned on. And once you became Aware you could be just as owned by them as anyone else. Her father made a debt he couldn’t own up to the consequences of and so he dragged his family into them like he always did. It was Josefina who had managed to save the day. Her quick wit had helped with one of the territorial disputes between a few scattered faeries.

That was the first time she ever tried it: fairy food. It was addictive stuff. Sweet and alluring and enrapturing in a single bite. She’d been hunting it down ever since.

Her father had turned to her after the whole thing was done and reminded her how similar they were. Like father like daughter. But, she realizes now, she thinks she’s not half as stupid as he is.

Headcanons:

Jo loves kiwis. She’s not 100% sure why she does but they’re a fun little tiny fruit with a fuzzy exterior

She would describe her sexuality as “hot dangerous woman sexual.” If you could kill her, she’s probably interested.

TW ADDICTION: She is addicted to fairy food. Due to it’s incredible taste to humans, she’s been unable to get enough of the stuff.

She has a very popular Instagram. Follow her at @colormefine.

She is not above committing crimes and has, in fact, committed many of them! She’s a messy little gremlin girl.

Her coffee drink is ridiculously complicated if she orders in front of other people, but if she’s alone it’s just a classic iced coffee with room for cream, that way the barista doesn’t have to do it themselves.

#mu:intro #a little tag fun as well #musings : {cause darling i'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream}#visage : {the old jo can't come to the phone now. why? because she's dead}#spoke word : {jo's version}

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synthe4u · 2 months

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.cod #12

A/N: I INTRODUCE MY 'DREAMS' aka my writings that would only make sense if I was dreaming (they're not actual dreams)

This will include misspelling, missed punctuation, military inaccuracies, cursing, etc. This is not meant to be serious writing nor sensible. It's more of a hit and run; confusion and never gonna get back to you. i have warned you.

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I walked into the shop, the bell ringing at the top and someone saying “welcome” was heard. I ignored the sounds and walked straight for a bit looking around until I spotted what I was looking for.

‘He’ll be dressed in a blue shirt, wearing a faded watch that he’ll look at every five minutes. You should recognize him then,’ that woman’s voice echoed through your head.

Laswell. That was her name. If you recalled correctly.

You decided to take a seat at a table further away from the man. Observing his blindside.

As you guessed correctly, the man checked his watch ever so often. You weren’t counting but you knew it was every few minutes. You waited another 2 checks of the watch before you made a move to stand next to him.

You got his attention as you walked up. You smiled and said, “I’m sure the sun would be a better watch than the faded.”

He looked at you, “Well, the sun isn’t always on my wrist.”

It may sound like some ordinary conversation, but there is a concept behind this. Sorta complicated too. You have to stand a certain way too to make it more “secure” or whatever those people say, but if it works then it works. You had one of your hands at your side and the other was pointing at his watch and sun while you talked. He had one of his hands drumming again the table and the other in his lap tracing circles.

“Huh, one could say the Sun tells more accurate time than a watch,” you take a seat across the from him. Handing him a usb.

“It has both what you’re looking for and more,” you wink at him.

You wave one of the waiters over.

“Excuse me, can I get a cheese croissant and sweet tea?”

“Right away ma’am, anything for this gentleman?”

“I’ll take a black coffee.”

“What sizes do y’all want for that?”

“Both of them could be large.”

“Alright then, I’ll be back soon with your orders,” the waiter walked away with a smile.

“You’re disgusting. What the hell, black coffee? You need to change your tastes.”

You always bicker with this man. You never knew his name, but you knew him well enough that he always ordered bland drinks like water or black coffee. A sin truly in itself.

“Keeps me awake,” he shrugs his shoulders.

“No, it keeps you looking mean. Unfurl your eyebrows! You scared the poor waiter, he seemed so nervous.”

“Ugh,” he shakes his head at your comment.

You ignored it though and waited silently for your meal.

You always made the payment include some form of food.

Every time you meet with someone or at least with Laswell’s people then they will buy you food. That woman really knows how to treat a girl. That’s why she’s on the VIP list for your clients. Always gets the best intel. That’s why you try your hardest not to fuck it up for her.

She even let you get an expensive meal at some fancy restaurant! That shit was up in the four digits!

I mean you get paid a lot more than that meal, but you were never that willing. Plus you enjoyed it when someone actively paid the meal for you.

Oof car rideeeeeee and no data

#synthe4u #synthe4u 'dreams'#call of duty imagine #cod price #cod laswell #as you probably can read; i am broke ):(#wrote this: january 13/2024

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Who is the final winner of the county coffee battle?

On the afternoon of the fourth day when Moutai Coffee exploded onto the Internet, the news that Kudi Coffee "Mika" was about to be launched took the top spot.

Late-night wine versus HE Tuber stomach-warming porridge, the business war in the coffee world begins to move in a strange direction.

Cudi launched a new product with the theme of "Refuse to Harm Your Body". Everyone can see that Cudi's yin and yang is obvious this time, preparing to catch Lucky off guard, and playing into the audience's mind. Since Kudi Coffee opened its first store in October 2022, it has never concealed its view of Luckin as a precise rival.

If Cudi Coffee uses two eyes to see the road, then one of them must be watching where Luckin is going, and it overtakes at corners in the sinking market, capturing young people in small towns in advance.

When Kudimika arrives, Luckin gets out of the way

Ding Ning switched to all Luckin stores in the city on the mini program, and all 6 stores were sold out in this fourth-tier city at noon on the first day of launch.

After visiting two self-pickup stores, Ding Ning asked Ruixing if Ruixing had not distributed its goods to small cities at all. After receiving the reply "I don't think it has been available in the past two days," the clerk was noncommittal and did not answer. She walked out of Luckin and chose to walk into Cudi Coffee, which was 50 meters away, and spent 8.8 to buy a raw coconut latte to relieve her anger.

To this day, Maotai Xiang Coffee is still "sold out" in the fourth-tier cities where Ding Ning is located, but the sinking market has already had its own replacement.

1. The first priority for county coffee: affordability

At 8:45 every working day, Ding Ning would pick up a cup of coffee at the commercial street near the company, and then walk 300 meters upstairs to check in.

Luckin and Cudi are only a few dozen meters apart. Which restaurant to drink in the morning depends entirely on whose coupons are currently available. Before going to work, place an order on the mini program. Judging from the people who often come to the store to pick up their orders every day, young people in small towns are equally picking up the products of both companies.

"If it's higher than 9.9, I won't buy it. Why not go to the office and play Mixue Bingcheng with your colleagues."

Coffee seems to have taken over small cities overnight. Going back a few years, drinking coffee can still be regarded as a "petty bourgeoisie consumption" for young people in small towns. At that time, Starbucks was still worth taking pictures. When entering the store, I would choose the coffee with the most complicated name to order, not understanding how this thing could sell for nearly 40 yuan a cup.

"If you don't have enough food and clothing, you will be poor if you don't calculate." As the enlightenment of most ordinary families in small cities, the young people who grew up and lived here attach great importance to cost-effectiveness.

The concept of a cup of coffee a day was still too much for young people in small towns a few years ago. Few people would budget tens of dollars for a cup of coffee. In contrast, milk tea shops have blossomed in the sinking market in the early years. In the final analysis, milk tea for more than ten yuan a cup is easier to achieve freedom of drink.

Until low-price coffee began to sink into the market, coffee was sold at a cheaper price than milk tea, and it began to become the "new milk tea" for young people in small towns.

Drinks are an important life spice for young people, but "affordability" and "cost-effectiveness" are always the top priorities for young people in small towns.

Before developing the habit of drinking coffee, Ding Ning set aside a fixed budget for milk tea every day

For young people in small towns, there are two types of coffee, expensive and cheap. Drinking it occasionally for 40 yuan a cup, drinking coffee every day for 8 yuan or 8 is the most ideal consumption pattern.

For the sinking market, the dispersion of coffee stores has made it more difficult to pick up goods, and takeaways account for a large proportion of orders. When young people in small towns develop the habit of "two cups of coffee a day", takeaway coffee will usher in a peak period in the afternoon.

The battle between Luckin and Cudi in the sinking market started from self-pickup to delivery, and Luckin began to lose its advantage frequently.

For the same cup of raw coconut latte, if you place an order on the mini program, the price of one cup of Luckin's is 26, which can buy two cups of Kudi. It may be even cheaper with the combination of full discounts and red envelopes on the takeaway app.

"Cudi may drink it a little lighter, but it's very cost-effective. There's plenty of Ruixing Bing. After drinking it, I left it on the table for the entire afternoon to dissipate."

The sinking market forced Luckin to face a cruel reality: it is not irreplaceable.

Luckin Coffee’s average customer price is 19.2. Before Kudi’s average customer price is 11.58, every dollar higher is losing hundreds of customers. For the sinking market, Luckin has lost its competitive advantage since the moment a single product exceeded 9.9.

Few coffee consumers here care about what beans and milk are used, what brand and what new model. When comparing two coffees with the same ration, they will always choose the cheaper one.

Compare Luckin and Cudi, choose the one with higher cost-effectiveness

Young people in small towns who always pay attention to cost-effectiveness will only choose the cheaper the better when choosing low-price coffee. On the premise that neither Luckin nor Cudi has coupons, Mixue Bingcheng’s American style for 4 yuan a cup is also a high-quality alternative. When you think about it, When it comes to high-priced purchases, it’s not Luckin’s turn.

"Unless the distance is very close, who would walk 1.2 kilometers to get a cup of Luckin? Kudi is the first choice for takeaway. They have more flavors and are not always out of stock."

Consumers in the sinking market have never been fans of anyone, and they rarely take sides in front of "low-price coffee" brands. Their love for Luckin is entirely based on the high-quality wool that costs 9.9 a cup, while their love for Cudi is based on the fact that it is the most popular coffee brand. A suitable "low-end Ruixing".

Only the love for cost-effectiveness is eternal.

2. Living in a sinking market, seasons are always “limited”

When Luckin launched Moutai Coffee, it introduced "young people's first sip of Moutai" as a playful promotional concept. Little

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Feminism against historical women

The ignorance of feminists in regard to history, women’s history in particular, will come as no surprise to any seasoned Men’s Human Rights Advocate (MHRA), anti-feminist, and/or non-feminist. This willful ignorance is a necessary part of the mental process that allows women to believe that they were and still are victims of men’s oppression. In order for feminists to continue to dupe the public, they must ignore and hide the achievements of strong and self-empowered women throughout history. I don’t intend to allow feminists to erase these women from the pages of history. These are the women that girls like my daughter should be admiring and are the ones feminists seek to erase. This is just one of the many ways feminism hurts women and girls.

For the past several months I have been examining the women’s suffrage in the United States. What I found was a bucket of worms that I still haven’t been able to untangle. It seems, surprise-surprise, that women’s right to vote is far more complicated than feminists would have us believe. For the sake of brevity I will only briefly touch on women’s voting rights and female elected officials. However, my search, in which every answered question leads to three more, has uncovered many female historical figures that feminists wished hadn’t existed. These are the women I would like to concentrate on in this article.For most of the history of the United States, the life of the average man or woman was far from easy. It consisted of working from before daybreak to long after sunset during the spring, summer, and fall to plant, grow, and harvest enough food to last you through the winter. The mere struggle for survival was all that most people had time to worry about. The only exception to this were the wealthy. They had time on their hands to contemplate things other than “What do I have to do today so I can eat tomorrow?’ If we are to believe feminists, then all women were chained to a wood-burning stove while their husbands led a life of ease and luxury. Setting aside the blatant bigotry in that statement and the disregard for the hardships that men faced alongside their wives, this statement is historically false.

Yes, feminists, I just called you a bunch of damn liars. As with most men, most women could only worry about survival. That’s literally all they had time for. However, those few women who were lucky enough to be able to have spare time on their hands and had the drive to get up off their privileged asses and do something besides drink tea excelled in their endeavors and accomplished great things.You will hear many battle cries from feminists attempting to shame modern women into pledging allegiance to the ideology of hatred and violence known as feminism.

Here are a few:

“Women had no voice in government before feminism.”

“Women weren’t allowed to go to school.”

“Women couldn’t read before feminism.”

“Women had no legal rights before feminism.”

“Women couldn’t own property before feminism.”

“Women couldn’t even have an opinion before feminism.”

The list goes on and on, but you get the idea.

Before we delve into evil and oppressive HIStory to find the truth, we must define what feminism is and when it began.

Feminism is an ideology. All feminism is based on something called “patriarchy theory.” Patriarchy theory is the idea that all men oppressed all women for all of human history, even until this day. This oppression always benefited men at the expense of women, according to feminists. The beginning point of feminism is the Seneca Falls Convention of 1848. This is where we see feminism first expressed through the Declaration of Sentiments. Sure, there were rumblings of feminism before 1848, most notably as expressed in the “Tender Years Doctrine,” which established female superiority in child custody–and which women fought for.

However, the Seneca Falls Convention was the point where patriarchy theory was revealed to be the driving force behind the movement. It is at this point where we can make a distinction between the feminist movement and an equal rights for women movement as being two separate entities. Any feminists that disagree with this can shove off. You forfeited your right to define feminism when you decided to manipulate the definition at will to suit your purpose at any given time. The “that’s not my feminism’ or “that’s not real feminism” has been used to protect feminism from the words and actions of feminists to the point where feminism means anything you want and none of the things you don’t at any given time depending on whom you’re talking to and the what you are talking about. As a result, feminism means whatever anyone wants it to mean.

So now that we have defined feminism, we can look at what influences feminism has had on our society and when. The feminist movement was only interested in obtaining voting rights for women in the beginning. Any other accomplishments made by women prior to 1920 that were not related to voting rights are not feminist accomplishments. Again, feminists, if you don’t like the definition of your movement, that’s too bad. The history of your movement is not yours to write since it is obvious that you cannot distinguish facts from feelz.

Here are just a handful of great women who owe absolutely nothing to feminists or feminism. These women existed long before the United States even existed, but for the sake of brevity I will focus only on the U.S. and the preceding colonies. What follows is far from a complete list of women’s accomplishments before feminism:

Margaret Brent immigrated to the Maryland Colony in 1638. Brent brought with her a land grant for 70 acres. She later acquired 1,000 additional acres from her brother. Brent appeared in court several times to argue her own case against her debtors.

Anne Bradstreet was the first published female author. Her book of poetry, The Tenth Muse, Lately Sprung Up in America, was published in 1650.

Anne Catherine Hoof Green ran her husband’s printing business after his death in 1767. In 1768, Green was named the official printer of the Maryland Colony.Mary Catherine Goddard had a long career as a printer, publisher, and postmaster. Goddard and her mother started working with her brother in his printing shop in Providence, RI, after her father’s death in 1762. Goddard played an active part in publishing the weekly Providence Gazette until 1768. She then joined her brother’s printing office in Philadelphia, where she managed the Pennsylvania Chronicle. In 1774, Goddard moved to Maryland to become the official publisher of Baltimore’s first newspaper. In January 1777, her paper published the first ever printed copy of the Declaration of Independence. In 1775, Goddard became postmaster of Baltimore until 1789 when she was relieved against her will. A failed petition to have her reinstated was signed by over 200 of Baltimore’s leading businessmen.Mary Kies became the first woman to receive a patent in the United States in 1809.

Catherine Elizabeth Brewer, by virtue of alphabetical order, became the first woman to graduate from college. She was one of 11 women who received their diploma on July 16, 1840, from what is now Wesleyan College.

Elizabeth Blackwell was the first woman to become a medical doctor. She graduated from Geneva Medical College in 1847.

Ellen H. Swallow was admitted to M.I.T. in 1871. Three years later she earned a B.S. degree in chemistry.

Mary Harris Jones, a.k.a. Mother Jones (1837?- 1930), whose life of standing up and speaking out for causes she believed in is far too notable to be condensed into a couple of sentences. People may disagree with her politics, but everyone can agree that she was a leader and that she played a major role in labor reform. I must say that her ideas on feminism made me chuckle.

These are just a small sample of a large group of women who worked hard and achieved great things. I wonder how they did all of this while being chained to an iron stove, without being able to read or write, go to school, legal rights, a voice in the government, owning property, and while not being able to have an opinion? Feminist stupidity … it burns!!No thinking person would deny that women deserved more rights than they had for most of U.S. history. However, those same people would also see that women weren’t the only ones trapped in restrictive gender roles and imprisoned by economic conditions. Economic conditions that were both man-made and a natural result of building a new nation. Yes, women needed a movement for their rights. But no one needed feminism. No one needed a movement to turn women against men as men were often times slaving away under similarly restrictive conditions. No one needed a supremacist movement like feminism. Despite what social justice warriors would have you believe, you can’t create equality using discrimination. No one needed a movement that blamed the very men who were suffering right alongside the women they loved. That is like Black women blaming Black men for slavery.

No one needed a movement that advocated equal rights for one group without equal responsibility. No one needed a movement that would erase the women listed above, along with the many who aren’t, just to maintain a lie of victimhood. A lie of victimhood that serves no other purpose than to maintain control. The lie of victimhood that allows feminists to manipulate the good intentions of a well-meaning public into giving all women a superior position in our society. What we need is more women who will be the strong and empowered women that feminism claims women should be. We need the women who will become CEOs, inventors, and political figures by their own drive and determination. Not women who want any easier road or a lightened load simply because they are women, all in the name of “equality.”

We need to teach our girls and young women that anything is possible by showing them that a woman has already done it. Nothing can stop them if they want success badly enough. The proof is right there in the history books. Yes, we also need to teach them about feminism as an example of how not to gain true equality and real success.

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