#which is fair....i do love her tutu design

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also did a bunch of magical girl designs

#scopophobia tw #charlerusse #커뮤 #ocs #pink #white #this feels very princess tutu now that i look at it again #which is fair....i do love her tutu design

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17/18 Season Costume Appreciation

I don’t think we have appreciated enough what a fucking power move it was that Tessa had essentially the same dress design for both the SD and FD for the 2017/18 season..

So the first time I truly watched them and took notice and was invested in their results was the 2018 PYC individual event. (I had seen The Seasons in Sochi and I have a vague recollection of seeing the worlds 2010 CD). I can’t remember why I hadn’t seen the team event which is when everything about them blew up. But I just remember them skating out to start the SD and even before they started I was like ‘holy shit, they haven’t skated yet and already they had such a presence’.

When I watched the free dance- before they skated obviously, one of my first thoughts were how much I loved their costumes. To be fair, their SD costumes are probably my fave *matching costumes they ever wore. And I was so excited to see what they would be in for the FD. I LOVED what Scott wore, but my first thought on Tessa’s was how cool it was that it was essentially the same style dress as the SD. \

I know that “packaging” is a big deal in figure skating. I can’t say I totally understand the nuances and how it can affect momentum, judging and overall impression for a season in regards to FS specifically, but I understand enough about merchandising and cohesion within ‘looks’ and you are trying to make an impression. VM’s packaging this season was just so amazing.

From costumes to the fact that they went all out on having both programs being incredibly sensual and adult. I honestly don’t think this was a conscious intention for the Olympic year considering there is a huge increase in audience and visibility at this particular event over regular FS competitions - I just don’t think they care about that stuff and the idea that “sex sells”. They didn’t do anything different to what they had always done- they we’re always themselves and just told their stories together while exhibiting their unbelievable chemistry. It was just a feeling artistically that they wanted to push that sensuality to the extreme. As was seen through social media, the SD made enough people pretty hot and bothered to the point where it was being referred to as ‘sex on ice’ and then they came out with MR.. and apparently everyone was pregnant after that.

Going back now on a deep dive watching every piece of footage of them that exists.. it’s so cool to see that the whole season (apart from the first MR dress (that became the LTR dress) and the TE SD dress that her dresses were all the same style for both short and free all season. Then add onto that she had 2 practice dresses made so they didn’t have to wear their costumes at every practice was such a good move that only the GOATs could make 😌.

I think a lot of people think that the practice dress is just for Tessa to practice in- but it’s actually just as if not more for Scott. It’s because when they are training and are in exercise clothes and she’s in a leotard, for these dresses specifically there’s a lot of skin on her torso/back exposed. When ballet dancers are rehearsing they will almost always wear a practice tutu or skirt- depending on the role. This for her but also her partner to be able to practice turns and lifts with a tulle/long skirt in the way. Also the long sleeves on Tessa’s dress can have small affects on partnering. In relation to these dresses this season, it’s not so much the skirt that he has to get use to partnering with (say for example Farrucas they mentioned using a practice skirt) it’s more the back of the dress and the cut that comes round to the front on the MR one. It’s so Tessa can feel and get comfortable with the constant handling on her bare skin (not that she wouldn’t be already but for this specific choreography) and for Scott to practice with the different feel- if he has to change his grip, slight positions, with fabric his hand would slide a bit but with bare skin hardly at all. I would also like to think it helps with the characterisation with the specific nature of the program and chore (go look at some hansy gifs then come back😜).

They could just wear their costumes everytime, but it’s so cool how because both costumes were the same style, with only a small difference in the back cut-out, that she can wear the same practice dress for both programs. As I got further into this I often found it odd that FS in general practice in their costumes so much. As stage dancers we would have a run through in the studios in costume, then one or sometimes two on stage. If we are touring probably just the principal (lead) dancers would rehearse in costume, but not the corps. I would’ve just thought they (FS) don’t want to wear the costumes more than they have to to keep them from wearing and getting damaged, considering how expensive they can be. I’ve come to learn it’s for the damn judges that they have to be seen in costumes for the whole ‘impression’ thing, which is stupid. But I really love how TS, especially in the 17/18 season would only wear their costumes for the final practice before competing, and would wear just exercise gear for the first, then the practice dress and Scott in tight blacks for the others.. even in the 16/17 season at words (and possibly others) Tessa had a practice jumpsuit that was the same as the costume but in all black. It’s so professional of them and kinda just sets them apart in yet another way. It shows how proud they are of their technique, lines and physicality that they want to show that off as much as possible, and also I guess have a bit of wow factor, both for the audience and feeling wise for them that they arn’t in their costumes all the time.

Tessa talks in this video about the requirements in FS and it so interesting to hear her break that down and her response to it, and how it came to a point where she really resented that strictness and decided to fuck the system a bit cause she wanted to feel comfortable and proud of their physicality in practices and not be overwhelmed with costumes constantly (she says it wasn’t her doing that changed the strictness of that (T being humble again, always dismissing the impact her and Scott had on the sport, bless her precious heart). But that’s another thing that makes them so brave, willing to push the boundaries and even in subtle ways shine a light on how and where the sport should change for the better (unfortunately other people/teams don’t have the same positive impact..)

Now let’s talk about my love for the actual costumes (both Tessa’s and Scott’s coz I freaking love all of them).

I definitely prefer both T’s IE dresses over the TE ones.

SD:

The TE SD dress I found leaned into the more ‘rock’n’roll side of the theme than the Latin. I’m not a huge fan of one-arm costumes, but of course T pulls it off beautifully. And the gold adornment on it kinda reminded me of bullet magazines you see soldiers draped over their shoulders. (Maybe if they were dancing to CCR it would have worked better 😄) Like I said, my first impression was the IE dress and while it is not at all my personal taste, I fucking love/d it! It was so, so perfect for the music. The black and gold with the leopard print was so perfect for the era- I just kept thinking Almost Famous. The fact she was dripping in gold sparkles, just enough to make T look like a bazillion dollars 💸). The fact that it was essentially just a bra- not even a bra just solid fabric covering that area, and how low the cut on the undies were with sheer leopard print covering a lot of her body- the skirt when you consider the tassels is actually quite long but it seems so skimpy coz of how high the cut on the left hip is but skimpy without being slutty- it’s that perfect balance. Initially I thought how it was so smart of them (VM, their designer) to have the long side be on her right side- with the SD, specifically cause that’s the side Scott partners her in the rhumba and if the gold adornment were on the right side it would get in the way (he stands on her left but his right hand on her right hip) but later I thought how just them standing together- visually it balances out because she is always on his right side- so the longer side on the dress on the outside of them standing together. I like how it didn’t have the pointy-finger sleeves (is that the proper name? Idk) The back cut out was stunning. I love how in some pics you can see her belly ring.. the high neck with all the gold around it was beautiful. And the slick black pony to finish if off.. chefs kiss 💋

I mean.. what a fucking goddess! Like who else could pull this off! Fuck, she’s amazing.

MR:

The TE dress is a work of art. The detail in it is astounding. But I much prefer the IE dress. Their aesthetic has always been simple and clean, and I just thought there was maybe a bit much going on, and it didn’t really match Scott’s costume the way the IE dress did. The IE dress is spectacular in detail in it’s own way. These close up pics show just how much stone work has gone into it:

I love the gradient of the rhinestones. How it’s heavier at the edges on the top and on the edges of the skirt, then spreads out into the centre. I don’t know if it’s this particular dress cut, or the more minimalist design compared to the TE one, but the back cut out seemed to show even more skin. I didn’t really realise till recently, but not only is the neck solid rhinestones, but the way it drips down kind of looks like blood, and the ‘bra’ part is like flames.. it might be kind of obvious that’s what it looks like, but the symbolism of that, not literally but figuratively with the ‘fire’ of the chemistry between them and the passion, then with her ultimately dying at the end. It’s so perfect. Her hair was stunning too. For ballet dancers, when they feel like they’re really ‘made it’ we will stop using bun nets for our hair and just use pins for a more natural/messy but controlled look. The way T did her hair for this one is exactly like how I did my buns heaps. Just enough whispy bits, the twist. Love it.

I’ll talk about Scott’s costumes briefly before I discuss how they match and work together.

I don’t know if anyone else has noticed this, but the sparkly mesh cut outs on his SD costume mirror the design on the legs of T’s Prince jumpsuit. The large gold sparklers on T’s dress also match the cut outs on his shirt (just a cool running design theme to subtly connect all their comeback programs).

I love this look for him so, so much. He doesn’t need anything loud and flamboyant because he shines as a performer whatever he wears. But for this particular SD, the style, music and animalistic influence it worked so well. The V neck was the perfect cut. So many guys that season wore these tight, ultra deep V’s and they just looked like tits (idiots). I loathe chest hair- especially on guys that skinny but Scott is so freaking smooth and the way the collar popped open a bit to expose his pecks at times was beautiful.

Another thing I don’t know if anyone has given much though to, but Scott didn’t wear anything sparkly for a SD till the 16/17 season (there was that one snake print grey shirt at 2012 nationals, the open bow tie from their Charleston OD (2009), some sparkles on the Dark Eyes (russian folk) costume, but not much and i don’t really count that), and never once wore anything sparkly for the FD till the TE and IE in PYC (a few sparkles on his velvet Pink Floyd costume but again, not much at all). I don’t think he is particularly opposed to wearing sparkly stuff- it’s not like, from the footage and evidence available, he’s been particularly embarrassed or insecure about the whole ‘costume and make up’ of it all. There’s one video of his saying that he just ‘takes his face off straight away and his friends don’t even know he wears makeup’.. but that felt like more of a joke (and he’s been very open about what a supportive group of friends and close family he had growing up that never gave him any shit for what he did).. I’m sure at times he would have been insecure when he was younger but I really believe he just embraces and loves all of it. It’s a side of himself that he really loves but then is also just this country boy who likes beer and hockey and is straight as fuck. I think it’s more a matter of him feeling comfortable in what he wears- especially in competitions- shows are a whole different thing where you don’t really get a say. And I’m assuming, considering Tessa’s love of fashion that she had a deeper interest in that side of things- and all she wanted was for Scott to feel comfortable. Almost everything early on (in senior) was simply a blouse and trousers. PF he had that crushed velvet, psychedelic top (which I love) and apart from that some tight black/dark stuff for the Latin, Carmen and Latch.

For a lot of stage dancers, when they get to the more senior level (15 over) you generally, at least the ones going for a professional career, switch to very simple costumes. When you’re young it’s all about colours and sparkles, but in teens- for contemporary pieces you go very simple- I wore a nude Leo for my last two solos, and it really feels so much better and you feel so much more like a true dancer when its just about your body and not all the fabric and sparkles. So I think TS found that from a young age (late junior/early senior career). That simple aesthetic. Of course Tessa had these stunning dresses and usually had quite a lot of sparkle, but they were simple designs and didn’t distract from their dancing and I feel like for Scott as well, he believed that was his job to wear what would distract from Tessa the least- he’s just that kind of partner- puts his woman first, makes it all about her. (Bless his heart).

Back to the oly costumes- not that these ones go against my above point of simple and less is better- they are still very minimalist costumes. Don’t get all freaky on me now but I love how “naked” they seem in their FD costumes. Ok let me explain. There’s this moment in the FD event when they introduce all the teams in the final group, and of course our dancing bbys are last. And there’s this beautiful moment when they are just staring at each other, waiting to be announced. Not to compare costumes too much to what everyone else is wearing, but they are just wearing so much less and captures their energy and their presence- there is so much less in their bubble. It’s such a quietly confident presence they have rather then a ‘hey look at us!’

Without getting too off topic. The energy they have between them in this moment, really all the time but specifically this one, they are so in their bubble. All they see is each other. Their souls are so connected and literally nothing or anyone else exists. That energy they create between the two of them here, and if you go back and watch this whole warm up when they cut to them, they seem very exposed. Symbolically very naked- not literally. It’s just the aura they create. These particular costumes accentuate that. In the above pic with T facing away from the camera with her exposed back and mesh on the arms. And Scott in that tight black, mostly just mesh top. They look so small and delicate, but also with this powerful confidence. Even though they are in these character/theme-centric costumes, they are very minimalist, contemporary, and raw and make it about them as dancers and athletes rather than what they are wearing doing the talking for them.

The costumes are perfect because of the very sensual theme and content of the program, the costumes are very simple and leave them very exposed without being sleazy and overtly sexy. What’s that quote? They do ‘dirty with class’. I think that was in relation to Prince. But they create this rawness through their dancing and connection together, not through their costumes, they just add to it. So many other teams try so hard to capture this adult, intimate, raw energy, and none of them can. They try and do it through facial expressions and the guys this pompous attitude, and some who just have no personality do it though these ultra ‘sexy’ BDM style costumes and I’m just sitting there thinking ‘omg get over yourself’ And it’s both the woman and the guys, trying to ‘sell’ some connection and force some intention or desire that is very ease to see as fake when you have VM standing right there who are able to say everything with nothing. It’s so rare that, in this case TS- a team can together have this equal energy and confidence that can make these ‘adult’ themes feel so real and not at all ‘put on’ and they don’t need costumes to help them do it. You see it if they are just in all blacks, a practice dress, or in costume.

I don’t mean to say costumes aren’t important- they are incredibly important. But the way TS have always approached their costumes shows they truly understand the role costumes play and that they shouldn’t take away from the dancing- only enhance it. Costumes shouldn’t be used to hide flaws- ideally, the best teams don’t have any- in TS case- they don’t. They don’t have to cover or distract from bent knees or bad posture. The costumes they had for the Olympics compared to earlier in the season were simply to create the special moment. The costumes in the GP season were stunning. I loved how simple they were- they didn’t need to be sparkly. They were perfect for where the program was that that point in it’s development. The program originally started so intimate and dark in it’s context. Especially the CWM half, it’s like throughout that you could feel the colour leaving Tessa as she starts to die. The muted colours were perfect where as the oly ones suited the drama the uplifting music.

I’ve always viewed Scott’s character in the first half (Roxanne) of being more this embodiment of T’s character situation rather then a specific character. If one dancer out of the two completely switch the people they are playing mid-way though a program is just too much- too pantomime/y to much like an improv show. I prefer to think of it as he’s playing through the voices in the music and as Christian’s voice starts to over take thats when he transitions into that character as Come What May starts. Therefore, what i love with this very simple costume is that it plays into this dark, shadowy, lurking, manipulative, predatory, aggressor ‘representation’ (rather then specific character). It plays into her sexuality and makes that the thing that is being played with like a game through out the first half. Then without changing costume, they can portray this tumultuous love story that ends with her demise. Something else that is probably just a thing I’ve completely construed for my own amusement (not haha amusement, artistic appreciation amusement) is i love both their costumes in the pre season had high necks. I think that type of style can be really elegant and powerful and just since there’s definitely a thing with their love for each others necks the fact they didn’t have access to them just added to the sick and twisted nature with which I view the deeper levels of MR. Kinda this forbidden intimacy..

So that takes us back to the very beginning of the season with the first costumes. I’ve already done a post with my theory behind these costumes which were obviously a very different direction then they ultimately went, so i won’t waste time repeating it. Those costumes were very much more character centric rather then movement centric- they were to serve the purpose of identifying their characters as recognisable figures. As i outlined previously i feel like there was purpose and reasoning behind those costumes and their brief appearance, but imagining had they kept them (which i know they wouldn’t have) TS are so much better then needing character centric costumes to identify as their characters. A more minimalist approach allowed them to strip down the characters to their pure intentions and motivations, rather then simply play off the visual. With a character centric costume you don’t get Scott’s absolutely exquisite acting on a level so deep you understand what is happening so clearly without him playing a certain character. This visual character representation is a move made by far lesser teams not capable of bringing such a deep and nuance acting approach to ice dancing. Choreographically, because the movement is so athletic, there needed to be so much less. The rotational lift and the cartwheel lifts are prime examples of T being in a dress that at times resembles more of a leotard because of the way the slant hem on the skirt manages to get out of it’s own way for these moves that not only for the physicality but intention of the movements need to be out of the way so they can perform the movements effectively in a way we can fully understand what is going on. Both these previous points, the character visualisation and portrayal and the physically and athleticism, was the exact same approach taken with Carmen.

That concludes this analysis.if theres anything I haven’t covered let me know I’m always happy to continue to elaborate.

#I totally used that first MR pic coz of Scott’s eyes.. #could have used any number of pic for that dress but those eyes man.. #appologies i cant find that post about the ACI costumes rn ☹️ #(for thsoe whoe haven’t read it essentially i thought they intentially had those costumes for the first comp #to throw people off th scent a bit #cos T alread had her blue practice dress so why did the design of that dress match the subsequent MR dresses #if they hadnt already descided on the open back dress #thats the gist of that its in my archives somewhere it will pop up again #yeh i just really love the inital point of this post about the same desing for SD adnd FD #*design #17/18 costume apreciation post

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The William's Effect

I am conflicted with the title of the movie for a few points I considered.  I felt the obvious as most people may have when seeing the title of the film, that their father should receive recognition for the example and passionate work ethic he instilled in them as well as it gives a spotlight to the Black male who historically is overlooked as a positive participant or catalyst in the success of their children.       From my perspective as a lover of film and beginning my career in the field, I feel the film was more of a vehicle for Actor Will Smith who has been chasing an oscar for the last decade, and this is the role which would've brought him that success. I would've love to have seen the title be: The Williams Sisters of something to that affect.

2. I feel the movie gives a glimpse as to what they endured and experienced together as tow young black women growing up in one of if not the most dangerous cities in the United States, but I;m sure there are moments, we are not privy to which show the lines between their love for one another and the fierce competition that can occur between sisters-especially sisters in the public eye, in one of the toughest sports in history. Their dedication to the sport and the way they show up for one another by being present in competitions with their families, is an example for everyone to follow.

3. I was aware of the Williams sisters when I was in high school. I remember their beautiful beaded braids and thinking how amazing they will be as role models for girls of all races because the represented a strength and intelligence not just as young black girls but for young women. Serena has surpassed Tom Brady and is labeled THE G.O.A.T. because she is a woman that did...all...that on the court and at home and in business. 

4. Their disruption of tennis by challenging calls, using their voice by representing their faith, their persona for their culture and tastes in fashion and design changed the way people watched and enjoyed the game. Everyone has a favorite Serena outfit. Mine is the sparkly black ballerina tutu look she wore for the U.S. Open. She appeared on the court in a bejeweled cropped sports jacket, layered over her matching tennis dress with sheer sleeves and a detachable black-and-gold glittered train. She looked like a true queen.

She wore a headband designed by Nike—and black PE NikeCourt Flare 2 sneakers embellished with diamond-encrusted Swooshes, shoelaces, and diamond deubré shoelace tags from her own brand She didn't forget the bling either (solid gold, 400 2.0-carat diamonds, and black ceramic, and that spell out QUEEN and MAMA). 

5. The camaraderie within the family of the sisters and their family showed how they were able to conquer the challenges of gender bias, racism and the tribulations that come with growing up, with the added pressure of doing it in front of an international microscope. 

6. Their faith passed onto them through their parents, through the faith of Jehovah's Witness, I feel gives us a glimpse into how deeply rooted her mother is in her position as a loving mother and guardian to keeping her family unit closely knitted together through the teachings of Jehovah God who the sisters thank after they win a match. Historically we are taught through film, books etc. that the women in Greek mythology are represented visually by fair skinned ethereal women who were created to be aspirational-feared, desired and  lusted after by men and women. The Williams sisters stepped into these roles and reinvented this myth of meritocracy.  They are not equal to their white counterparts who play the same game and had to break the myths of what it means to be a "lady" on the court and in business. They are not fair skinned, slim, floating Goddesses that fly through the air with grace and ease casting spells. They are real women who we watched have developing bodies, that are strong, athletic-built for a sport in which they need to be agile and have endurance in order to win. They scream, sweat, argue, bander, cuss and dispel the myth of the Greek and Roman goddess.              Again, I wish there were a movie which highlighted their performance and bond solely to show these dimensions of their womanhood. 

6. I think the mother portrayed in the film is a loving supportive character to the girls and the father that fought hard to create the brand that will become Serena and Venus. Yet again the film is more to highlight the dynamic between the father and the girls and his passion for creating what we as spectators see today.  

7. With the help of athletes like Serena and Naomi, being vulnerable speaking about their challenges in the areas of family planning, mental health, it has paved the way for many other athletes to break the stigma of remaining silent in order to continue the perception of being fearless and indestructible.

Infant mortality in the Latina and Black culture is not addressed enough or included when we talk about family planning. Serena has addressed women's issues such as family planning and her battles with anxiety and depression in support of fellow tennis player Naomi Osaka's share that she battles with depression. By offering this and shining a light on this issue, it has allowed the conversation to be acceptable in the sports industry. She had helped to dispel the myth that athletes must "suck it up" at all costs and be warriors at all times. 

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Jasonette July Day 15: Night

Written by: The Maribat Pit  @jasonette-july-event Prompt: Night Rated: T 

A/N: A continuation "Game On” and “Pixie” Marinette had been in Gotham for a little over a year now, having left behind her life in Paris to attend Gotham University.  It all started when she got involved with Catwoman, who saved her one night when she was in trouble.  Then she got roped into a little game between Catwoman and Batman, and that was how she met Jason and Roy, Red Hood and Arsenal respectively. While with Jason and Roy, they had their ups and downs. Initially she felt that the two were overprotective, but they were able to reconcile after a fateful encounter in the Iceberg Lounge.  Ever since that fateful encounter, what started as a harmless little crush began to grow over time.  For once, she got to know people who understood both the real her and her superheroine persona.  They knew her as a quick thinker in battle, and a civilian with a tendency to catastrophize things.  While she was sitting in the car with Jason and Roy, driving back from Star City.  The only sounds that could be heard were the scratching of pencil on paper, and the hum of the engine as they drove.  She tried to throw herself into her upcoming design assignments that weren’t due for another few weeks, doing anything to avoid thinking about Jason sleeping peacefully in the front seat of the car.  Tikki was nestled in her bag nibbling on a cookie and only Roy seemed to notice how quiet the drive back to Gotham was.  She had developed a close friendship with the three of them, one which wasn’t complicated by secret and civilian identities.  They had each other’s backs in combat, and they worked well as a team together.  Marinette cursed herself, for the first time in a long time, she had relationships that weren’t complicated by secrets and secret identities.   Now she was going to ruin everything just because she could not keep her heart and her feelings under control, it was pathetic.  It was easier to think that Jason was a stubborn, sarcastic brute who couldn’t possibly understand her.  He could still be stubborn and sarcastic at times, but then he had to go and have another side to him.  A side of him that cared deeply for those close to him, a group of people that now included Marinette.  It wasn’t fair.  Marinette shook her head and turned her attention back to her design work,  these patterns weren’t going to sketch themselves. It was also one of the few times she got to work with more delicate fabrics. Jason was pretending to be asleep on the drive from Star City back to Gotham, not unlike the one that happened a few months ago. It seemed like yesterday they first heard about a new superheroine who managed to take on two of his younger brothers.  Marinette was certainly a girl with many contradictions, even when they first met her on that rooftop that fateful night.  She could be very creative with her magic yo-yo, and in a fight she was usually a level-headed and quick thinker.  That much was clear to anyone who saw her in action, which was probably for the best, given that Jason had a very short fuse and a tendency to brute force his way through situations.  By the same token, the same person was prone to flying off the handle in much more mundane situations.   One time she woke up early for a test that wasn’t for another two days, and flew into a panicked stream of consciousness that made it sound like she was going to be shipped back to her home city in a matchbox if she was late.  Jason didn’t dare turn around to look at her in the backseat, but he could just about imagine what she looked like.  The scratching of pencil on paper told him that she was probably designing something that had more in common with a ball gown than body armour.  Her skills as a seamstress came in handy when their body armour needed upgrades or adjustments, not everyone could be gifted with the power of a magic body suit.  Even Hal Jordan was a test pilot long before he became a Green Lantern, Marinette was just a teenager when she got given magic jewelry. Secret identities and personas aside, at her core Marinette was still the same person.  She was kind, forgiving, but most of all she trusted him, something very few people did.  At first he wrote it off as all of them having each other’s backs in a fight. While that was true it wasn’t the whole  story, he knew because he could say the same thing about Roy.  He considered maybe it was because she managed to calm his pit madness, but that was because she had the very creatures who created them by her side.  Jason still called her “Pixie '' from time to time, really out of affection more than anything.  He only used her name when he was being absolutely dead serious.  It was a lot more than that and he knew it, he knew that she was worming her way past all the walls he had put up, seemingly without even trying.  He convinced himself that it was dangerous for all involved, that it would just leave him vulnerable in the end.  She was getting closer and closer to his heart, at which point he would be completely and utterly vulnerable.  He wanted to hold her close to him, but was afraid that she would hold his heart in her tiny delicate hands and squeeze.  

Roy was exhausted, not just from the mission, but from being caught right in the middle of two of his friends pining after each other. In the car ride back to Gotham, he could easily tell that Marinette was busying herself with design work while Jason was pretending to be asleep.  It would be cute if it wasn’t a sign that these two were actively avoiding talking to each other. Possibly because they were worried they might slip up and reveal their very obvious feelings for the other person.  He overheard Marinette confiding in the Kwamis late one night, when she thought both of them were out.   Jason by contrast was a little less expressive, but Roy could still tell that he was also pining after her, in his own little way.   He had tried to gently coax it out of them, and even though they refused to admit it Roy could tell.   Marinette was an open book whenever he even suggested the idea that she might be slightly attracted to Jason. At the slightest suggestion that there was something between her and Jason, her face would go tomato red and she would deny it.  Jason was a much tougher nut to crack, but Roy already knew that from the get-go. If Marinette wore her heart on her sleeve, then Jason kept his heart guarded with steel and lead.  He tried to ask him about it on a mission, when Marinette was out of earshot.   Instead he took a leaf out of Dick’s book and asked if it was really the time and place for a “man chat”.  The three of them could be compared to The Three Musketeers, but Jason and Marinette were more like Beatrice and Benedict from Much Ado About Nothing.  He was cursing Jason’s detective training, because it meant he would see right past a forged love note, while making things worse for Marinette.  If Roy was still drinking, he would have probably told them that they should just screw and get it over with.  He was starting to understand why Lian would smush her doll’s faces together and get them to ‘kiss’.  That gave him an idea...

Marinette and Jason were calmly watching TV together one night.  It was Valentine's Day, but neither of them really had any plans with anyone.  Staying in and waiting for chocolate prices to crater seemed like a much better idea.  Tikki was perched on Marinette’s shoulder, while Plagg was about to inhale a very large piece of camembert. The two of them were a comfortable distance apart, neither of them were willing to make the first move.  Suddenly, Roy busts in through the front door. Dressed up as Arsenal with a few extra accessories, a tutu and a pair of fairy wings he likely borrowed from Lian. He came in wide grin, wielding his bow with an odd heart shaped arrow. 

 “Happy Valentine's Day bitches!” he yelled out, taking aim at Marinette and Jason. The grappling arrow wrapping around the two, tightly binding them together on the sofa. Just as Marinette and Jason realise what just happened, Roy runs back out the door, slamming it on his way out.

An awkward silence hung in the air as Jason and Marinette were tied together, their faces mere inches apart. Marinette blushing a storm, while Jason tried to keep his composure and looked away from her.  That said, he could feel her deep blue eyes watching him, and he was fairly certain she could hear the sound of his heart beating in his chest.  Their arms were clamped firmly to their sides, and both of them thought that Roy had done this as a stupid prank.  “Did Roy tell you he was going to…” Marinette began. “...put on a tutu and fairy wings and tie us up on the couch?” Jason finished, he swallowed, she already looked embarrassed by the whole situation.  “No, did he tell you?” he asked. Marinette shook her head, “No, but he seems to have got it into his head that you’re interested in me.” she said as she tried to wriggle free, “as if that would ever happen.” “I mean...” the conversations he wrote off as late night man-chats were starting to make sense to him.  “...is that really so hard to believe?” he asked quietly.  There was no keeping her at arm’s length at that moment, physically or otherwise.  He noticed that she had stopped trying to wriggle free of the cord wrapped tightly around him. “A little,” she said, “It just seemed too good to be true,” she muttered.  “You’re one of the few people who knows about both Marinette and Ladybug, you know that they’re the same person.”  she explained, “the idea that you would be interested in me on top of all that just felt like it was too good to be true, like something will do horribly wrong sooner or later. Like there was no way the universe was going to let me be that happy.” Jason was surprised to hear that, but also he understood what she meant.  It was funny how on paper, they were two completely different people, and in some way they were.  It was moments like these that reminded them there were still similarities that kept them together.  For the first time since Roy had tied them up, he looked at her. “Marinette, take it from someone who’s a literal dead man walking. Trust me, that is not the most impossible thing out there, not even close.” he tried to say, Marinette looked up at him, trying to make sense of the meaning in his words.  “If anyone’s going to get slapped around by the universe, and feel as if they don’t deserve to have someone who’s seen different sides of them and still cares about them, it’s probably me,” he explained. 

Both of them finally knew what Roy was trying to do,  after all he had been painfully obvious. Jason himself tries to get a sharp batarang from his pocket, he assures Marinette, “Don’t worry Pixie, I’ll get us out of here and we can forget this ever happened.” 

 Marinette remains silent as Jason struggles against the wire tying them together, Tikki floats to her side and whispers into her ear. “Marinette, it's now or never.” Marinette looks back to see all the Plagg cheering her with a grunt. If lifting the piece of camembert with little enthusiasm counts as cheering. 

 Marinette takes a deep breath, and gathers her courage. “Jason?” she asks, and Jason pauses to look back at her.  Her face had a rosy pink glow as she leaned forward to give Jason a kiss. Jason pauses in shock at first before, and slowly melts to return the kiss. As the two kiss, Tikki helps untie the two. Just as Tikki finishes untying, Marinette and Jason hold each other in a tight embrace, eagerly savouring their newfound relationship. 

 Roy peeked his head through the window watching Marinette and Jason finally confess to each other. “About time you two got together” he cheered from the fire escape, giving the two a thumbs up and a big grin. This breaks Marinette and Jason from their affectionate moment together, embarrassing Marinette and annoying Jason. 

 Jason stomps over to the fire escape, Roy nervously greets Jason “Hey buddy, how’s it going?”

 Jason grabs Roy by the ankle, dangling him off the edge of the fire escape. “Pixie, why don't you give him a taste of his own medicine?” Marinete nods and walks over with the grappling arrow Roy shot at the two. 

 Roy pleaded, “Come guys, you two had it bad for each other it was obvious.” Marinette begins to tie Roy to the fire escape with the grappling wire. Roy attempts to struggle but Jason holds him down. 

 As Marinette progresses further in tying Roy up, his pleas become more and more desperate. 

 “I did you two a favour.” Roy begs, “Come on, is this how you two repay me? Help! Somebody! Batman! BATMAAAN!” Roy wailed. 

 Marinette and Jason ignore Roy’s begging. Once they were finished they both left, hand in hand, leaving Roy tied upside down to do some self-reflection. 

 BONUS 

Cupid: What's this I hear about you playing Cupid? 

Roy: Sorry, it was for two people who were actually in love. 

Cupid: Why you little- 

Roy: Cupid, it's been YEARS, you're a very attractive woman. It can't be that hard to find someone who loves you back, someone who doesn’t have a goatee.

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[sonicasura]

Balan Wonderworld Review: Favorite Costumes Part 2

Before we get started, I like to say something. I ABSOLUTELY DESPISE TIM TRAPS. If you don't know, there is a specific plant that tends to appear in certain levels called Tim Traps. A carnivorous orange flower that's favorite meal is TIMS. If you kick the plants, you can free your Trapped Tim or prevent one from getting trapped for a short period of time. Problem is if the Tim is trapped for too long, your baby is gone for good. Chapter 3 and Chapter 5's Act 3 are loaded with these annoying plants. To the point if I can't find the trapped Tims, I exit out of the game just to save my poor fluffballs. Ain't sacrificing my little birds for Drops and Trophies! Mini rant over.

Rules are the same as before. I'd be ranking both a Common Costume and Rare Costume. Common Costumes are easily to find whether it be in multiple levels and Rare Costumes are those that rarely appear or are difficult to get.

I'll be doing my favorite Secret Costume after playing all Act 3s for each chapter. Now let's begin.

Chapter 7

Common Costume- Floaty Flower

The Flower Fairy and greatest glider found in the main story. Floaty Flower is a costume that can be found in the Act 1, 2 and the Boss Act, it offers a slower descent but faster movement than the hover for Soaring Sheep.

I love this costume not for its aesthetic but a cute Easter Egg I found in Chapter 7 Act 1. On rare occasions, this costume is an NPC that actually flirts with you! Some NPCs in certain chapters act differently from their standard counterpart. They often try to disguise themselves or runaway. Catching them grants you a free costume of the one you caught.

Floaty Flower will appear and follow you, similar to a shy school girl with a crush. If you go to her, she will run which is a similar action to any shy person getting approached by their crush. Also... I think there is some lore hidden in this one that might be quite sad if it's directly linked to Cal, the human whose heart created this particular world. If so then... OOF.

Rare Costume - Paladin Puncher

A knight fights with his fists than a sword. This costume can be found in Act 2 and is a stronger version of the Pumpkin Puncher that can break iron or ice blocks. He's a bit slower than his Chapter 6 counterpart but perfect breaking the more blocks and defeating spiky enemies.

I also love the fact this costume goes against the traditional tools of a knight. Knights often fight using swords, shields, lances and rare occasions bows or axes. If you give me one who PUNCHES or straight uses martial arts to fight then you got my vote in seconds.

Chapter 8

Common Costume - Snow Fairy

Elegant dancer of ice and snow. The Snow Fairy costume allows the wearer to walk on air for a short period of time and can in found in Act 1 and Act 2. This costume does have a shorter usage time than Air Cat but makes up for it with the added elevation.

I absolutely adore how elegant and beautiful this particular costume is. You can compare the Snow Fairy to myths often related to fae or hidden in the freezing mountains. An otherworldly beauty that makes any hardship worth seeing just a being before your eyes. Being a reindeer type Faun just adds to the mystique and creating snowflakes to walk on is a perfect extra touch.

Rare Costume - Amadeus

Sophisticated pianist. A costume that can only be found in Act 1 and is a performing costume. Now I am a big fan of piano covers, whether it be covers of game osts or actual songs, there is rarely any piano music I don't like.

I love the fact he's wearing piano keys as a collar and even has a tutu made out of those very keys. A very creative take to a normally grounded instrument. And the big white wig is a nice touch since it's often portrayed with pianists in various media.

Chapter 9

Common Costume- Iron Panda

Adorable crusher. Iron Panda is a costume found in Act 1 and Act 2 with the ability to break iron blocks using both its jump and weight. This costume is surprisingly fast for a rather large and heavy form, perfect for fast stomps on enemies or quick getaways if you have rare costumes you don't want to lose.

This costume reminds of a rolling Russian Doll with a panda theme. Very adorable, the bluish purple color suits the white very nicely and I love that sleepy look on its face. The large blue dots on its sides are actually the arms too, they mimic panels! Only thing that unnerves me is when the costume turns their head by a 90 degree angle. Super creepy when using it.

Rare Costume- Merry Ghost

Cute and Spooky! The Merry Ghost is a costume that can be found in Act 2 and gives the ability to constantly float. It's main purpose is to avoid ground hazards like poison swamps and has a larger slightly floaty jump. The only downside is that you can't harm enemies with this, it's only for quick mobility.

Very adorable especially with the stitched rag cloak covering the body. It has this Mimikyu sort of vibe but also a Casper the Friendly Ghost aura too. Friendly spirits are often tossed aside for more vicious or antagonistic ones in a lot of media. Getting an adorable friendly one just adds points in my book and a good pal for Casper.

Chapter 10

Common Costume - Inky Blaster

Yuji Naka's take on a squid kid. This costume can be found in Act 1, Act 2 and the Boss Act. She allows the wearer to throw fast globs of rainbow paint at opponents or targets and is decently agile.

Love that her hands are paintbrushes and is based on the octopus. Tentacles mimicking the frills of a dress and used for hair and feet? A very creative take and splattering rainbow paint on the annoying types of Negati (looking at you ya divebomb happy Pelican and destroyer of most of my good costumes) is very therapeutic.

Rare Costume- Air Unicorn

The first unicorn I like?! This costume can only be found in Act 1 and allows the user to walk on air farther than Air Cat. The practical godfather of mobility, and recovery. You won't believe how many times this costume has gotten me to very difficult areas and saved me from death via falling into the abyss.

It is a very tricky costume to find but if you turn around, there's a large paintbrush on the wall. You need the Double Jumper to get on top but you'll be able to see a hidden mirror. That is where the Air Unicorn is located.

I won't lie that unicorns are not my preferred mythological creature. I live in America where unicorns tend to be oversaturated to oblivion and don't get me started on My Little Pony. The show isn't my cup of tea but I do have some followers and friends who are fans. People have their own opinions and it's rude to question them about it.

I honestly love the elegant but cute design, the purple, pale pink and cyan just fit well with the white, I also love that the mane mimics a paintbrush tip and the large light purple collar of fur is a perfect touch to this fine design.

Chapter 11

Common Costume - Bulldozer

A man's punny best friend! This costume can be in Act 1, Act 2 (?), and the Boss Act. It lets you push special construction blocks and you can boost the push speed by button mashing.

They definitely took a lot of creative for costumes in Chapter 11 amongst the other ones in my opinion. Fire Stations tend to have some animal companions with dogs being the most common but instead of a Dalmatian for the design they used a Bulldog! 😍

Like the aforementioned machine, this good boy is bulky, has the appropriate color scheme and even the hands turn into bulldozer's shovel when using the ability! I love the fact his tail is wagging when you push a block and it wags faster if ya button mash!

Also the name is a pun!

Rare Costume - Fiery Blaster

Pyromancer of Lions. The Fiery Blaster costume can only be found in Act 2. It gives the wearer that ability to throw large fireballs alongside fire and lava immunity. If you hate lava levels or have difficulty with this Chapter's boss then I recommend getting this Costume.

First thing I like to say about this particular design is how they use the colors. Looking at the mane, you can see how the red and darker red are patterned in a way to mimic flames. The dark red fur on the feet are even in fire like a pattern. The outfit such as the yellow and brownish kilt alongside the gloves spewing fire around the wrists just reminds me of a fire dancer.

I can see this fella wielding one of the torches a fire dancer uses and just put on a spectacular show.

Chapter 12

Another loveable version of a beloved icon. The Invisible Man costume can be found in Act 1, Act 2 and the Boss Act. It has the power to turn the wearer invisible for a period of time and become undetected to enemies that aren't bosses.

Agile and perfect to deal with enemies who are very annoying or are difficult snipers. You don't know how satisfying it is to give the more aggravating Negati an invisible middle finger by sneak attacking them. I have lost many costumes whenever enemies got the drop on me so it's fair to dish out payback.

I love how this design takes aspect from the popular icon but also have it relate to their human counterpart. Bandages were used by the original Invisible Man to cover skin his normal clothing couldn't cover in public and made it easier for him to disappear when needed.

The shoes and arms being covered in bandages and some of the bandages being used as bangs for the hair is a nice touch.

Rare Costume - Jolt Tiger

Immovable Taser. This costume can only be found in Act 2. It grants electricity immunity and create a barrier when you stand still. One of the better costumes for baiting particular enemies. You do have to be careful because a single itch will stop the barrier.

If you don't know, the Tiger is my Chinese Zodiac and electricity is one of my favorite elements. Love the yellow lightning bolt flairs and even the black stripes mimic lightning too! I also like the will o' wisp pattern on the stomach and the large tuft of grayish fur around the chest. The design puts it above the Sun Walker.

And that is it! The next thing I will cover is the level design and it's music. The bosses will be done last since it's good to save the best for last!

Until next time folks, see you back in Wonderworld.

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[sephirotha]

Can you do one where Jaehee x zen are in the Cinderella story with glam being the stepmother, and echo and Sarah being the step sisters ?

“Kyungju, you need more colour in your cheeks,” Glam sighed as she pinched her younger daughter’s cheek and handed her some blush.

“Yes, mother!” Kyungju nodded as she turned to the vanity and began applying it.

“Sarah, curl your hair!”

“Eh?!” Glam’s older daughter looked aghast.  “But straight hair suits me so well!”

“Do as I say,” Glam snapped her fingers.  “I will not suffer further embarrassment after the spectacle you pulled at Jumin’s party!”  She sighed and shook her head.  “Passed over for a plain commoner.  Shameful!”

Sarah pouted and folded her arms.  “Jaehee!  Jaehee, where are my curlers?!”  After a few moments, Jaehee stumbled into the bedroom with curlers.  “Lazy girl!  What took you so long?!”

“I…”

“Oh, never mind.”  Sarah pushed Kyungju out of the way so she could sit at the vanity.  “Curl my hair.”

Jaehee heaved a tired sigh as she stood behind Sarah to curl her hair.

“That’s not fair!” Kyungju whined and stomped her foot.  “Jaehee, I need my hair ribbons to put into bunches!”

“No she doesn’t,” Glam said snappily.  “She needs the pearl barrette we got the other week.  Come now, dear, you aren’t fifteen anymore.  You need to let your hair loose.”

“Then where is my barrette?!”

Jaehee leaned past Sarah to grab the barrette on the vanity counter and handed it to Kyungju.

“But that’s mine!” Sarah whined.

“You’re having the diamond one, Sarah,” Glam said as she applied lipstick to herself.

“Wait, why can’t I wear the diamond one?!” Kyungju whined.

Jaehee sighed softly as she tuned out the voices around her, focusing on her task.

 ---

“Wash the dishes, clean the sheets, mop the floors…” Glam listed Jaehee’s chores as she ushered her daughters out the door.  “Oh.  And make sure to polish the jewellery.”  She turned to Jaehee, her lips curling up into a nasty smirk.  “My pearls, girl.”

Jaehee nodded as she took the pearl necklace off her and handed them to her stepmother.  Glam tittered as she put them on herself.

“Don’t get too comfortable.  I expect fresh baths to be drawn for my girls when we get back.  We’ll be back at either half midnight or later.  But don’t drink too much coffee, dear.  The scent is abhorrent after all.”

“Yes, of course.  Have a lovely time.”

The door slammed shut and Jaehee let out a breath.  She stumbled back and collapsed on the nearest chair. She slumped on the table and sighed tiredly.

“Maybe…just a short nap…” she murmured as she closed her eyes.

She sighed as she began drifting off to sleep.  She was disturbed with a sharp knock on the door.

She jumped to her feet and scurried across the room to answer the door.  Maybe Glam had forgotten something…

“Yes!” a cheerful voice rung out and caught her by surprise.  “It is I!  Godmother Seven Oh Seven!”

Jaehee adjusted her glasses and blinked blearily at her crossdressing acquaintance.  He stood there in a sparkling white and blue tutu, complete with large, glittery wire butterfly wings and a shiny foil wand with a star.

She blinked owlishly.  “…Not tonight.”  She closed the door in his face.

“Ah, Jaehee!  Wait!” Jaehee sighed softly as Saeyoung began knocking on the door frantically.  “I mean it!  Yoosung’s just coming with your dress and wig, he’s just running a little late!”

“A wig?  Why would I need a wig…?”

“Driver Kim is here too, ready to spirit you away to a well earned night of fun and revelry!”

“Luciel, I have chores to do…”

“Which is why Yoosung and I will do them for you!”

“Eh?!” Yoosung’s voice chimed in.  “Seven, you didn’t say such a thing…”

Jaehee sighed as she opened the door.  “Luciel, this is thoughtful really it is but…”

“But, Jaehee, you’re one of Zen’s biggest fans,” Yoosung said as Saeyoung strode into the house.

“I’m fine with not going,” Jaehee sighed as she let Yoosung in.

“You work too hard,” Saeyoung said as he set the wand down and looked around with a thoughtful expression.  “Hm, I see.  Anyway, MC personally picked this dress out for you.  You wouldn’t want to disappoint her, would you?”

Jaehee looked flustered as Yoosung took the silver dress out of its bag and showed it to her.  “It is…beautiful…”

“Just try it on.  We even have comfortable shoes for you.”

Yoosung fumbled around and pulled some stockings and plimsols that matched the colour of the dress.  Jaehee sighed as she conceded and took the dress off Yoosung.

“Don’t forget the wig!”

“Why do I need a wig?” Jaehee frowned as she took the long brown wig off Yoosung.

“Well, you wouldn’t want to be recognised by your step-family, would you?”  Saeyoung smiled.  “Go ahead. I’ll help brush the wig when you come out.”

Jaehee smiled shyly as she nodded and went into her bedroom to change.

 ---

“Oh, Jaehee,” Yoosung gasped as Jaehee came down in the dress. “You look beautiful.”

Jaehee fiddled with one of the locks of the wig shyly.  “You think so?”

“Of course he does,” Saeyoung scoffed before tottering over to her. “Just one last thing.”  He plucked Jaehee’s glasses off her face and nodded. “Now just let me do your makeup.”

“You know how to apply makeup?” Jaehee said as she was sat down.

Saeyoung pulled a large makeup kit bag out of seemingly nowhere. “Jaehee.  Every cosplayer is always prepared with makeup for every occasion.”  He tipped the bag upside down to reveal lipsticks, mascara, blush, foundation, eyeshadow and even some face paints.

“Oh my, this is more than what Sarah has,” Jaehee muttered as she picked up a lipstick.  “…This is better than what Sarah has.”

“Of course,” Saeyoung grinned as his hand hovered over the pile carefully.  “Yoosung, be a dear and start on the dishes.  After we send Jaehee off, we need to work together with cleaning the sheets.”

“Right!” Yoosung nodded as he made his way to the kitchen.

 ---

Jaehee rolled her eyes as Saeyoung dabbed his eyes whilst waving her off at the door.

“My baby Jaehee is all grown up,” he wailed.

“I’m older than you…”

“My sweet baby Jaehee…”

“Have fun!” Yoosung called as Jaehee stepped into the limo.

“I’ll try to be back for midnight!”

“You stay as long as you like!” Saeyoung called as he waved to her. “Don’t stress!  Fun never has a deadline for its end!”

“That’s what you think,” Jaehee sighed as she sat back and was driven away.

 ---

Jaehee was hesitant to step out of the limo.  There were so many people around the nightclub where the party was being held, wearing shorter dresses than her, flashing their long nails and jewellery, clicking around in their high heels.  They all stood behind a velvet rope in a queue.

She was going to stick out like a sore thumb…

“Miss Kang?”  Jaehee turned to the driver.  “Is everything alright?”

“I’m just…nervous.”

Driver Kim smiled at her reassuringly through the rear-view mirror.  “I understand.  Would you like me to circle round for you to calm down a bit?”

“No, no, I’ll get out now.  Thank you.”

“Oh.  One more thing, before I forget.”  Kim leaned across the passenger seat and opened the glove compartment.  He pulled out a gilded envelope and handed it to her. “Give this to the bouncer at the front of the queue.”

Jaehee nodded as she accepted the envelope and looked at the golden letters that spelled her name out in a cursive font.  With a deep breath, she opened the door and stepped out of the limo. Her blush deepened as several eyes landed on her and she lowered her gaze, slowly making her way to the bouncer at the front.

She presented the envelope, to which the bouncer took and opened it.  He scanned whatever its contents were before nodding.

“One moment.”

He pressed into his earwig and Jaehee fiddled with her hands nervously.  He murmured under his breath which was drowned out by the chatter of the ladies in the queue.

The door opened behind him and a smartly dressed man stepped out.

“Miss Kang?”

“Yes?”

“Right this way.”

Jaehee let out a soft breath before nodding and following him into the building, much to the displeasure of the chattering girls outside. Inside the club, there were lots of people dancing to the music, girls lining up the extravagant looking bar, snapping their fingers and fumbling with their designer brand clutches.

The man led her through to where another bouncer stood.  He paused and tilted his head, prompting Jaehee to curiously peek around him.  She covered her mouth as she spotted her stepmother and sisters in front of the bouncer, waving her hands.

“Glam Choi!” she said over the din of the nightclub music.  “Do you hear me?  I am the Glam Choi, I have performed with Zen personally, he knows who I am and so should you!”

“Not on the list, not allowed through,” the bouncer barked back, as if tired of her complaints.

“I must be on the list, check it again!”

Jaehee hesitated as her escort approached the bouncer and nodded. The bouncer stepped to the side and unclipped the velvet barrier.  Jaehee faced away from her stepfamily as they screeched about the injustice of their exclusion and hurried forward.

It was quieter as they went down the corridor, the music growing quieter as they progressed further.  They stopped at one of the doors and the man rapped his knuckles on it sharply.

“Miss Jaehee Kang.”

The door flew open and Jaehee widened her eyes as she saw MC in the doorway.  She smiled.

“Jaehee.  You came. I’m glad.”

“One cannot simply refuse an invitation from Luciel if he’s dressed as a fairy,” Jaehee remarked.

MC laughed loudly as the escort bowed and left them alone.  “Come in!  It’s good to have you here.  Zen and Jumin do not get along and I finally have a fellow fangirl to chat with.”

Jaehee smiled weakly as she stepped into the lounge.

There was faint jazz music in the background but Jaehee immediately recognised it to be from one of Zen’s first plays.  Her heart fluttered with the nostalgia as she scoured the room.  She held her breath as she spotted Zen at the bar, mixing a cocktail.

“Zenny!” MC called as she led Jaehee over.  “Zenny, this is Jaehee!”

Zen looked up and smiled at her.  “Jaehee Kang.  You are quite the celebrity.”

“I-I am?” Jaehee stuttered.

“Of course.  MC has spared no detail on your childhood.”

“MC!” Jaehee hissed and MC shrugged as she sat on one of the stools.

“Oh, you know, I couldn’t help but mention you when we were talking about his plays,” MC giggled.

“So tell me…” Zen hummed as he poured two cocktails out into glasses and added a couple of cherries into each.  “What is your favourite play?”

Jaehee looked flustered as he offered her one of the cocktails and took it with a shy look.  “…Dandelion Wishes Brought to You.”

Zen looked surprised.  “Really?!”  Jaehee nodded and he smiled.  “You’re the first fan to say that.  Oh my, that must have been a couple years ago.”

“I just think your performance as Jisoo was heart-wrenching,” Jaehee said with sparkles in her eyes.  “Your performance brought me to tears, you acted so well…”

Zen blushed and rubbed the back of his head.  “Ha.  You know, I first auditioned for the part of Jihae.”

“Oh?”

“Yes.  I’m not fond of cats so I thought I’d be more comfortable as one of the rabbit characters. Then the director decided to cast me as Jisoo instead.”

Jaehee’s heart skipped a beat at this information as she fiddled with the cherry stem and looked up at him in awe.

“Oh, I’ll be right back,” MC said as she stood.  “I’ll introduce you to Jumin later, alright?”

She patted Jaehee’s shoulder before going across the lounge to join two men, one with black hair, the other with turquoise.  Zen huffed.

“That jerk,” he muttered.  “He’s lucky to have a girl like MC.  Not that he deserves it.”  He turned back to Jaehee and sipped his cocktail.  “But enough about him.  Tell me more about yourself.”

“Oh, there isn’t that much to tell,” Jaehee said with a deep blush and looked away.

“Nonsense, MC has talked my ear off about you.  So, tell me.  Is it true that you skipped a few years in school and left poor MC in the dust with your academic success?”

Jaehee’s jaw dropped and she finally met Zen’s gaze.  “…It was just two years.  My father had given me personal tuition when I had fallen sick one summer.  He was afraid I’d fall behind if I kept being sick into the school term.  As it turns out, he was a better teacher than he gave himself credit for.”

Zen’s eyes lit up and he smiled brightly.  “So smart!  I’m so jealous.  I dropped out of school to pursue my acting career…”

“But that is admirable!  You achieved your dreams through your sacrifices!  I look up to you for that.”

Zen looked taken aback before smiling.  “Jaehee.  You’re so nice.”  He stood up straight.  “Let’s get ourselves more comfortable shall we?  I spy a couple of spots on that sofa there.”

Jaehee nodded as she picked up her glass and followed him to the plush looking sofa.  They chatted throughout most of the evening, wrapped up in their own bubble with no-one willing to pop it.  Not even midnight’s strike could pull them apart.

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* ABBEY LEE KERSHAW, FEMALE + SHE/HER  | you know ADELAIDE MONTSERRAT, right? they’re 27, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, TWO YEARS? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to EVE BY KAT CUNNING like, a million times this year, which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that whole FAWN-EYED, BOWED LEGS,  EXPENSIVE CHAMPAGNE thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is OCTOBER & 30TH, so they’re a SCORPIO, which is unsurprising, all things considered. ( lenny, 24, est+2, she/her )

tw: depression, eating / psychological disorders, animal abuse, drugs

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name: adelaide montserrat

nickname: addie

age: 27

pronouns: she/her

occupation: socialite, philanthropist, prodigy ballerina

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The Montserrat established themselves in Barcelona, Spain, over millennia ago,  known as fierce leaders and ruthless business men, quick to make a name for themselves the trading and exporting business,  while the women in the bloodline were promptly pushed aside from books and history, hiding somewhere between a stove and their husband’s fists.  

Adelaide Montserrat was different, that’s what everybody thought - she was graceful, even as a child, she didn’t cry, even as a toddler, and she never ached for her mother’s arms, even as an infant. An early bloomer of exceptional talent, she could dance as soon as she could walk. And yet Adelaide was never one to develop long-lasting or intimate relationships with her peers --- people never seemed to be comfortable sitting with her for long.  Maybe it was because there was never a girl there to begin with, and intimacy betrayed the act:  there was no child,  only a pale, wide-eyed zombie, always hungry,  always empty. 

If you dared to pry beyond the red curtains, you’d not find the delicate creature strangers saw twirling on the stage, but the bottomless edge of an abyss, waiting to swallow you whole as it looked back with smiling teeth. Little Addie, once a girl with pink tutus and ballerina shoes, was never one to be meddled with - while she could easily captivate the hearts of her peers and teachers with red cheeks and a clever tongue, there was nothing warm or kind about the little girl whose parents held so close she nearly choked to death.

Adelaide was the product of a one night stand and poor lack of judgement, or so her mother liked to recount. Her father — whomever he was, was a married man with a lot to lose, and her mother might not have known much — but she knew alimony payments would beat whatever he was willing to offer her in order to get rid of Adelaide. So, she kept the baby, and even then --- she was unbearable.  Adelaide kicked, day and night, as soon as her legs could muster, like she couldn’t stand to be trapped in the womb a moment longer.

They were living largely, manors and pools and cocktails, while Addie grew up receiving the best education money could buy, alternating between hunting and horseback riding on weekends, and training classical instruments such as the cello and piano in her spare time. Being praised for her dedication and skill, for some time, she indulged the idea of becoming a professional pianist, if only to please her parents, but the idea was soon took a backseat in her mind when she discovered just how good she was at ballet.

Adelaide had always been more of a shiny trophy to flaunt at parties rather than daughter or grandchild to dot upon, so by the time she was 13 her family was quite happy to ship her to Paris, if it meant she would enroll in the prestigious Paris Opera Ballet School and make a name for herself. She’d still come home to visit on holidays, that was until her mother moved to New York in order to appease bachelor number three: CEO of Belmont Entertainment Industries (BEI), one of the largest record labels in the U.S, with a side of illegal activities they didn’t really care to discuss at dinner.

It didn’t take long for Addie to make an impression, she was dedicated — hungrier than the other girls, always willing to push a little further, go a little deeper, die a little more. All of the shouting, the groping, the self-hatred, she never broke. Had it been not for her ego and pride, she would’ve been flawless. You’d assume being the young and on the spotlight meant competing for attention - but she never competed. She never even considered it a competition. She won, plain and simple. You see, Adelaide didn’t lose, because she tailored the game to her whims and batted her heavy set of lashes to make it seem fair. And if she did lose - the game be damned; she’d destroy it and any evidence of her failure. She didn’t want to be daughter, or something for men to gawk at, or a pretty glittered thing for little girls to worship. She wanted to be something else. Anything other than this empty shell, dripping with self-loathing , cloaked in a veil of perfectionism. Something that wasn’t rammed into this golden mold before she even took her very first breath.

Fueled by her own insecurities and desire to obtain perfection, paired with the crowd of rich kids that were offered to her as friends growing up, it didn’t take for things to escalate; by the age of only fourteen, drugs, alcohol and kicking each other in the stomach while crouching over the toilet was considered as an act of solidarity. All that deep-rooted self-hatred had to spill someway, somehow, and what are friends for if not offer you relief from the agony of routine?  

It was easier to strap on those old ballerina shoes and put on a show until her toes were bleeding, than to try and show them what was behind the curtains. People don’t want to know what’s behind the curtain — they think they do, until they see it. To live in blissful ignorance is a gift, one she was denied. And all jewelry in the world, all praise, all money and countless designer bags she accumulated over the years could never fill up that gaping hole, that detachment she felt towards the outside world and inability to connect with things and people - even those supposedly closest to her.

With age, Addie learned how to put on a show, be it at home or on a stage; that’s the magic of a ballerina, to empty yourself of that hatred, all that pain, all that ugliness and fill yourself with stories other than your own -  while whatever had been good and soft rots inside you .

And while she made a name for herself, starring role in all the big plays, working with the best and only the best, the tabloids would instiguate: who is Adelaide Montserrat? The reincarnation of the Virgin Mary to some, the dutiful daughter to others, is she a saving angel or a spoiled heir?  She used to laugh, like it was a game - like the answer wasn’t there at all . Maybe what she truly was, was a game of smoking mirrors - a fragmented image, bouncing from broken piece to broken piece, scattered into so many tiny, pretty pieces, that when she looks into a it, the reflection that stares back is unrecognizable.

Adelaide was never their perfect little doll, tied to strings, sitting still waiting to be manuevered . For some time she had watched, prowling quietly in the shadows, observing, learning. She found distraction and excitement in the shadows, drugs, married men, booze, pills - and when those didn’t cut it, she dug a little deeper.

So the child prodigy suddenly moves back to the home, with a ring on her finger and a skeleton on her closet,  all to   shield   from the rising scandal and nonsensical, if you were to ask, accusations of pushing a fellow ballerina down a flight of stairs. Alas, the show must go on, and Adelaide had no plans to stay out of the spotlight for long, or take the fault for somebody else’s imbalance. With some reluctance, she agreed to lay low, but just for how long she’d able to tolerate it, that was anyone’s guess.

Parents often say kids will “grow out of it”; their fits of rage, their apathy towards other children, their unwillingness to share, their manipulative, spoiled ways of obtaining the things they want- but Addie never did. Somewhere inside there’s still that little girl who’d rather break her toys in half than to share it with other kids. Who’d bump into other little girls at school to watch them fall, and tell the nurse they tripped. The little girl who’ll sit in an empty throne, all alone, built with the bones of the people she once claimed to love.

here’s some wc ideas i thought might be cool, but ofc feel free to come brainstorm!!

husband  - it was a marriage of opportunity rather than love, at least for adelaide - a way to deflect attention, however how he feels is completely up to you. she’s manipulative and charming, but can also be extremely cruel if even mildly contradicted

bookclub ( 0/5 ) - just women she hangs out with while trying to fit in and “have ties with the community”. she usually sucks at bonding and sharing, so this could make for some interesting dynamics

lover - adelaide switches it up every couple months, but maybe she has a soft spot for them? maybe they’re also in a relationship? maybe it’s all fucked up and adelaide likes to be nasty, what the fuck else is new

ex - lover - fed up with adelaide? me too. join the club. 

childhood friend - i feel like she might’ve permanently scarred this person for life by ( animal abuse tw ) killing a bird in front of them or something. adelaide was truly a fucking... terror as a child, and i doubt she was a good friend, bc she still isn’t

prodigy that she’s taken under her wings - maybe a young person who loves ballet that she decided to mentor out of the kindness of her heart? *coughs boredom coughs*

drug dealer - probably has a crush on them bc they indulge her bad habits ngl

idk man giv e me   s t u f f  !!!

also romantic connections are open to men and women pls. the only straight she is is a straight up bitch. 

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[loopy777]

You've got me curious now as to what anime youve seen, enjoyed and why.

Oof, I don’t track that type of thing. I’ve been asked about anime I like previously, and I feel like I always forget something. I suppose I should start a MyAnimeList one of these days, just for reference.

So let’s list everything I can remember, as well as a pithy reaction.

Baccano!This one is just so much fun. It’s violent and crass in a classy way, it’s funny in a weird way, and it’s a great example of a non-linear narrative. I love it.

Code Geass (Season 1)Ugh, I only watched this one because people solicited my opinion on it. Well, my opinion is that it’s not as smart as it wants to be, there’s too much contrived melodrama (and considering the wild premise, that’s saying something), and Kallen would be a wonderful and interesting character if she wasn’t always being demeaned for fan-service. I quit when the first season finale kicked off, because I felt things were just getting too contrived. I hear it really fell apart in the second season.

Cowboy BebopI found this a bit pretentious. It had good episodes and bad episodes. The production quality is good. But I'm not sure why it's legendary. Still, I liked its sense of humor, and enjoyed it when it wasn’t trying to be super serious. My favorite character is Ed.

Demon SlayerI'm mainly watching this because my brother wanted to give it a try on Toonami, but I kind of checked out when it unceremoniously removed everything difficult about the sister being a demon and made her into an order-following sidekick that fits in a suitcase. Now the latest episode introduced a loud annoying side character, so we may quit. I have no idea why this one is so popular.

Fullmetal AlchemistCovered

Gatchaman CrowdsI was asked to watch this one, as well, but it went a lot better than Code Geass. It’s a bit weird, and I think it's naively optimistic about the internet in many ways, but I still found it's exploration of Internet-age superheroes to be interesting, and it's the best, most mature take on the Power Rangers-style ‘sentai’ genre that I've seen. I don't know how well it matches up with its Gatchaman legacy, but as its own thing, it's pretty good.

Ghost in the Shell: Stand Alone Complex (including 2nd Gig)This is another legendary one that I think is good but a bit over-rated. It's a good piece of modern Cyberpunk, but it's very talky, and very jargon-filled. I'm almost convinced that the viewer is not meant to follow half of the conversations, that they're just part of the ambiance. I tended to like the stand-alone episodes better than the storyline episodes. Still, it’s a very smart series, and probably the best thing in the franchise, from what I’ve heard.

Log Horizon (first season only)I’ll tell you what- I think it’s possible to make a good anime with the premise of people from the modern, real world entering a fantasy realm (either another dimension or a VR video game). Log Horizon did not end up being that ideal. The main character is a Gary Stu, his romances with girls who are either ten years old or just look like they’re ten years old are creepy, and it got boring seeing the protagonists’ plans always succeed without much of a hitch.

Lupin III (series 4 and 5)I like this franchise when it's being clever, when it's springing a twist while playing fair. Sometimes, though, it doesn't play fair with its twists, leaving me underwhelmed. And while the regular cast is amusing, they're fairly shallow characters; this isn't always a bad thing, as that allows them to slot into all kinds of genre fare, but does limit the storytelling ambitions. It’s fine.

Macross franchiseSuper Dimensional Fortress MacrossI still like the original, despite how dated it is. It's probably the best possible implementation of 'soap opera in space.'

Macross PlusI'm not sure why this one is so revered. I feel like it doesn't play fair with its mystery, despite being such a short story, and whole thing with the killer popstar AI just left me cold.

Macross 7I like the music, but the story really drags for the first half with a formula that’s repeated far too long, and then falls apart in the end. The love triangle isn’t resolved, and in fact I’m of the opinion that two of the participants didn’t even know they were in competition. The bad guys are allowed to sail off into the sunset, forgiven, despite still inhabiting the bodies of kidnapped humans. But this isn't a series you watch for the story; this is a series you watch because you like the idea of a rockstar flying into space in a transforming mecha, controlled by an electric guitar, to sing at alien invaders. Personally, I think the idea is dumb. Plus, this ruins the premise of the original series by adding in what is effectively magic.

Macross ZeroThis is pretty good and has the best dogfights in the series, but it has one of those weird arty endings that anime sometimes likes to do where no one can tell what actually happened and we need to find translated interviews with the creative team to get it explained.

Macross FrontierBy this point, I was wondering why everyone is so eager for the Macross franchise to get American distribution. It’s better than Macross 7, but feels like a first draft of the intended story, and the creative team lost track of their own subplots. The two AU movies do a more satisfying take on the same basic story, but sometimes they come across like an abridged recap of the series, so you really need to watch everything to get a satisfying experience. That said, the final experience was indeed fairly satisfying, making this the second best thing in the franchise for me. Still, I wouldn’t say it lives up to the original in any way.

Macross DeltaBoy, this one was dumb. Everything wrong with Frontier is worse here, with none of the good stuff.

The Melancholy of Haruhi SuzumiyaI still want an ending for this, despite nothing worthwhile coming from it since 2011. It wouldn't even be hard to pick it up again; set it in modern times, and explain the fact that everyone has smartphones now to be a result of some weird off-screen Haruhi antics.

Mobile Suit Gundam franchiseMobile Suit Gundam: Iron-Blooded OrphansI've only ever experienced the Gundam franchise because my brother wants to get into it and he keeps trying to find a vector. This was my first experience with it, and I found it very 'teenage boy,' in both tone and story. I was underwhelmed.

Mobile Suit Gundam Unicorn RE:0096Another case where the storytellers reached the end only to have forgotten the rest of the story. Why does that happen so often in anime? And I think it assumes the viewer is familiar with the whole rest of the franchise, because there was a lot that just went straight over my head but didn't seem like it was supposed to. Nice animation and art style, though.

Mobile Suit Gundam: The Origin - Advent of the Red CometEverything I said about Unicorn, only more.

My Hero AcademiaCovered

NichijouThis thing is still hilarious, even after a rewatch. Stick with the sub, as the new dub's voice-acting doesn't have the same range and power of the original, losing a lot of the humor.

Outlaw Star I'm struggling to remember a lot of this one. it’s another I watched because my brother was interested in it. I do recall that it was a fairly standard Space Western that ends in a way that's more like serious science fiction, and that for some reason a Japanese swordswoman in classic clothing was part of the cast. Now I wonder if that was an homage to Lupin III. Or maybe Japan just really loves throwing classic samurai into everything, regardless of setting or genre.

Pokemon (part of first series)I was in high school when this franchise first came to America, and for some reason all the geeks in my high school thought it was the greatest thing. The games were good, yeah, but the anime? I don't think it's bad for a kiddie cartoon, but it obviously has no greater ambitions than pleasantly occupying the kids for 22 minutes. Personally, what I really want is a series about Team Rocket done in the style of Cowboy Bebop.

Princess TutuCo-owner of the Best Magical Girl designation. I forget who asked me to watch this, but I owe them.

Puella Magi Madoka MagicaCo-owner of the Best Magical Girl designation. I still haven't bothered with anything but the original series, and I continue to be happy with that choice.

Samurai ChamplooI liked this better than Cowboy Bebop, but only because its ambitions were lower. It leaned more into its genre, had fun with its style more even when being serious, and as a result became more enjoyable. I overall liked going on a journey with these rascals, but I think it ended at a good point. I don’t need more.

Spice & Wolf (first season)I watched this on someone's suggestion, and found it a little underwhelming. What I really appreciated were the two main characters, especially that they seem to be into each other, romantically and sexually, and aren't freaked out by it while at the same time not being in a hurry to become a couple. It was just a kind of, "Yeah, this could really be something if we ever find the time." It was so amazingly mature and real. Too bad the main Economics plotlines just wound up being tepid.

Tekkaman BladeMy thoughts haven't changed on this.

Tiger & BunnyI'm still fond of this one, and I'm actually kind of curious to revisit it in light of My Hero Academia.

Transformers ‘Unicron Trilogy’These three cartoons are true anime, produced by and for Japan. (The other cartoons in the franchise were written, and sometimes animated, in the west.) It's garbage that assumes its child audience are morons, and on top of that the first two series wound up with laughably bad dubs. How this trilogy revitalized the franchise, I have no idea, and thankfully I'll never have to worry about it.

Volton (original)Either this or Robotech/Macross was my first anime; I was too young to say which I discovered first. I'll admit that the original Voltron isn't good, despite the toy being neat, but I have a soft spot for it. I tried the Netflix reboot, watching the first three episodes, and found it to be vacuous junk. Maybe some day a version of this will come along that will do justice to the toy.

And I think that’s it. If I remember anything I left off, I’ll reblog with the addition.

#Anonymous

[ambitchiovs]

lenny back at it again… i warned y’all about the intros dump. anyway, off to this bitch:

&&. isn’t that [ DEBORAH ANN WOLL ] walking around the hamptons? oh no, nevermind it’s just [ ADELAIDE MONTSERRAT ]. y'know, the [ 19 ] year old [ CIS FEMALE ] known to be quite [ CHARISMATIC and DETERMINED ] but also [ CUNNING and RUTHLESS ]. currently, the police has them as [ A PERSON OF INTEREST ] in the case of samantha wheeler, because they [ WERE PART OF SAMANTHA’S FRIEND GROUND ]. but they go on about their life as [ A STUDENT ]. i wonder what secrets they’re keeping?  [ lenny/23/gmt+3/she/her ]

TW: eating disorders, addiction, mental disorders, possible suicidal thoughts/mentions

DON’T YOU EVER TAME YOUR DEMONS, ALWAYS KEEP THEM ON A LEASH.

In the eyes of Adelaide Montserrat, there was never a girl to be found. If you dare to pry, you will not find what strangers see when they pass her by the crowd. You will look into a bottomless void that threatens to swallow you whole and it will look back at you with smiling teeth. Little Addie, once a girl with pink tutu’s and ballerina shoes, was never one to be meddled with - she would captivate all her teachers and classmates with rosy cheeks and a clever tongue beyond her years, but there was nothing warm or kind about the little girl whose parents held so close she nearly choked to death.

History goes, her father — her biological father, anyhow, was a very powerful politician before he dropped dead. Nobody really knows what happened that night - all everybody seems to know is that all her loved ones seem to fall like dominoes. Her father died when she was 16, during a robbery. The men were never caught, but little Adelaide was left bawling into her mother’s lap. Surprising as it may be, she was actually the product of a one night stand and poor lack of judgement, or so her mother likes to tell her - but Catherine Montserrat was no fool, and she took him for all he had - and as it turns out… That was a lot.

That doesn’t come cheap, for Adelaide, anyways. Being a part of a new family meant she now had a new player to share her inheritance with - and damned if she didn’t do everything she could to throw them off the board. In the eyes of her parents, she could do no wrong - she was pure and pristine and everything they hoped their little girl would be. You’d assume being the younger sibling meant competing for attention - but she never competed. She never even considered it a competition. She won, plain and simple. Her half brother, that man who called himself her “father” now were but pebbles in her shoes, nuisances she had to navigate through to continue on with her luxurious lifestyle. They didn’t understood her, didn’t particularly wanted to, and it was easier to smear on some foundation and bake it with powder than let explain why her skin was cracking. It was easier to strap on those old ballerina shoes and put on a show until her toes were bleeding, than to try and show them what was behind the curtains. And all jewelry in the world, all praise, all money and countless designer bags she accumulated every year could never fill up that gaping hole, that detachment she felt towards the outside world and inability to connect with things and people - even those supposedly closest to her.

You see, Adelaide didn’t lose, because she tailored the game to her whims and batted her heavy set of lashes to make it seem fair. And if she did lose - the game be damned; she’d destroy it and any evidence of her failure with the wrath of a woman scorned. She didn’t want to be a little sister, or a daughter, or something for men to gawk at. She wanted to be something else. Anything other than this vile thing dripping with self-loathing , cloaked in a veil of perfectionism. Something that wasn’t rammed into this golden mold before she even took her very first breath.

Addie’s behavior as well as their parents favoritism only blurred the lines between love and hate between the half-siblings, complicating her understanding of relationships even further. And it certainly didn’t help that her new brother was just as stubborn and competitive as she was. The children were picture perfect, carrying on the legacy of their parents on their backs as if it weighed no more than a feather - while whatever had been good or soft in them began to rot.

But just who is Adelaide Montserrat? The reincarnation of the Virgin Mary to most. The girl with perfect hair, perfect hair and a perfect family. In truth, Adelaide could be seen only as a terror taken human form to those who opposed her, and a perfect, exemplary girl for those who keep a safe distance. What she is, what she truly is, is a game of smoking mirrors - a fragmented girl, scattered into so many pieces to cater to the whims of crowds, that now, when she looks into a mirror, the image that looks back is something recognizable; distorted.

Fueled by her own securities and desire to obtain perfection, paired with the crowd of rich kids that were offered to her as friends growing up, it didn’t take for things to escalate; by the age of only fourteen, poisoning their blood with alcohol, snorting up enough cocaine so she had to carry around wipes and kicking each other in the stomach while crouching over the toilet became somehow ordinary. Encouraged, even. All that deep-rooted self-hatred had to spill someway, somehow. She grew to resent how boys were granted more freedom, more room to misbehave and make mistake. She resented girls for being themselves, for not wanting to scream every second of every day. And she resented Samantha for how genuinely she could smile - for how easily everything came to her, and for how she was everything she could never be; while she was lying in a grave she dug herself - shackled to the image of perfection she’d crafted, held to the highest of regards, expected to never falter nor stutter. It was hard to define the relationship between her - one moment Addie was sweet, the next she was cruel. And as to that unfortunate Halloween night, she claims they parted ways before she could see anything.

All the harder she tries to cling to this illusion of control, the deeper she dives into that well. Parents often say kids will “grow out of it”; their fits of rage, their apathy towards other children, their unwillingness to share, their manipulative, spoiled ways of obtaining what they want- but Addie never did. Somewhere inside there’s still that little girl who’d rather break her toys in half than to share it with other kids. Who’d bump into other little girls at school, and tell the nurse they tripped. Who’d rather set her arm back in place herself than say “you were right”. The little girl who’ll sit in an empty throne all alone, built with the bones of the people she once claimed to love.

PERSONALITY-WISE:

Adelaide is emotionally unstable and has a very competitive, volatile, manipulative personality; she doesn’t forgive, and she sure as hell doesn’t forget, and she can lash out in incredibly ruthless ways due to her extreme lack of empathy for hers. Her addictions and unwillingness to ever speak to anyone in depth about herself only worsen the state of her BPD. Despite all this, on the surface, she can seem like just like any other pristine, privileged girl. It’s not usual for people to find her charming - she does exude that sort of magnetic aura that’s very easy to fall for, because people tend to see what they want to see - and therefore, it’s easy for her to adjust her personality to the expectations of whomever she’s trying to captivate. In a way, her entire personality has merged with her addiction: being friends with her feels a lot like moment of high in exchange for an eternity of sorrow.

She can be a loyal friend, to some extent, although she’ll never put anyone above herself. She’s also very insecure and prone to fits of rage (in private) whenever she doesn’t get what she wants (think broken mirrors and glasses), as her self-image is heavily dependent on what she can achieve and how others perceive her. Deep down, this all stems from jealousy - she so desperately wishes she could connect with other people and things the way everyone around her does, but in the end she can’t, and she’s left feeling like an outside looking in. If she’s miserable, why shouldn’t everyone around her be too?

HIT ME UP TO PLOT U COWARDS !!

for reals, though - i know this was unnecessarily long, but oh well. you can be ex friends with her? don’t know why they’re not friends anymore - but i’m willing to bet it’s addie’s fault.

maybe some sort of competitor?  academic or otherwise.

maybe there’s some poor ex out there who knows what a headcase she actually is? but probably can’t say much bc they fear for her life lmao.

she wouldn’t openly date anybody who could reflect poorly on her reputation, so secret hookups??? give me someone who’s getting sick of being used pls. ( she’s a closeted bisexual. society isn’t very welcome to the idea rn ) so girl crushes yes pls let girls have crushes on her. let her manipulate them bc she knows. i need.

also gimme someone who deals drugs to her tbh, bc this needs to be kept SUPER lowkey, but it’d also be hilarious bc she wouldn’t have to fake her personality around them & it’s like bitch what the fuck this girl is dr jekyll and mr hyde.

i’d love love to see a fake relationship - but i don’t mean the ‘secretly have feelings for each other’ - i mean the… secretly despise each other but they’re image-obsessed people and like being seen as the golden couple.

oH and pls someone give me a… dare i say sisterly connection? mostly, a girl who idolizes her or puts her on a pedestal, that she might or might not have a soft spot for ( which in addie’s handbook just means she’ll be that much crueler whenever she feels like it tbh ) & see it as some sort of protegee.

idk i’m open to anything, these are just suggestions thrown at the wall here. the point is… plot w me u cowards. and yes, my muse does bite.

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[witchling13]

The time has come!

I am posting Chapter 1 of Her Cadre below.

You can also find it on Ao3 here or search for my name live_manon. 

I split it into three chapters because I’m forcing myself to stop editing it and just live and let live. Chapter 1 is primarily build-up because I got a little carried away with the storyline, but I think it makes the whole fic more enjoyable in the long run. Chapter 2 (and chapter 3 if I finish it) are exclusively sex and it gets very lemon. I will be posting those soon. Guys, when I typed the whole thing out on Word it’s over 36 pages long....and chapter 1 is the smallest part! *fans face

xo

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Fenrys chuckled as he entered the main bed chamber of the suite and spied the largest bed he’d ever seen lining the back wall. The ridiculous amount of fanciful throw pillows and fluffy duvet cover had been removed and placed neatly on the adjacent decorative chairs.

As promised, there was ale and fairy wine with plates of fruits, meats, and cheeses on the three large ottomans in front of the oversized fireplace. A roaring fire crackled in the grate.

He examined the bed again. It was wide enough to sleep six grown men across.

If Rowan and Aelin had a similar one in their chambers, why the hell did they ever leave? In this weather, he’d bury himself in the mounds of covers and sleep or read all day— preferably not alone…with breaks for other pleasurable activities.

So this was the Stag Suite.

It was one of those palace secret compartments very few knew existed and even fewer knew how to access. Designed as a getaway chamber primarily for the King and Queen of Terrasan, the suite was at the top of the West Tower and outfitted with an excess of luxury comforts.

Rowan stood on the balcony overlooking the forest. There was eleven feet of snow on the ground not including the two feet of fresh powder that had fallen overnight. A big storm had moved in nearly two weeks ago, the remnants of which still feathering the countryside in a constant blanket of white. All of their latest attempts at regular travel and communication had proved futile.

Fenrys slid a hand along the soft white sheets of the bed. He was tired of playing chess and easily besting the Queen’s guard in competitive wrestling matches. And wandering around the castle in his wolf form. Although Aelin or Evangeline came to accompany him often. The little girl had taken a liking to exploring the castle while riding atop his wolf’s back.

The quiet feet of a female escort reached his side, inquiring if Fenrys wanted to begin with a massage. She smiled and he eyed her appreciatively. Her long gauzy tunic did little to hide her shapely figure and intricate undergarments underneath.

She was pretty. Very pretty.

Fenrys hauled his wool-lined tunic over his shoulders. The chamber was warm and he was tired and his limbs a bit frozen from scouting the countryside. He and Rowan had shifted and left the castle grounds during a brief respite of snowfall to check on nearby towns and villages.

He stretched his neck sideways. Infinite points of approval for Aelin’s idea of relaxation ”preparation.”

Of course, the few women in attendance had volunteered and would be paid well beyond what they charged for their services. Ever since they had returned from their latest visit to the Kaghan’s court on the Southern Continent, Aelin had discreetly removed the ban on escort services in Orynth. It was a trial, of sorts, to allow those who chose the profession willingly to make money under consensual circumstances but included strictly enforced laws on safety and fair treatment. The law also banned brothels or pleasure houses in hopes they wouldn’t pop up in the rebuilding city.

Fenrys wouldn’t be able to stomach it otherwise.

He shoved the thoughts away, declining the linen breeches she offered him, opting to lounge naked on a chair in front of the fire to sip on some ale and thaw himself.

Rowan returned to observing the sunset over the treeline, a cup of wine in one hand. He drank to ease his brooding.

The truth was, the whole inner court had become intimate—friends. Or at least, that’s what they told themselves.

Several years had passed since the war against Maeve and Erawan and Aelin’s blood-sworn cadre including Lysandra and Elide had become a devoted family. The demands on the inner court for decision making and coveted attention from nobility kept them consistently convening together in Orynth.

But the winters in Terrasen were long and hard. During bad weather, such as this godsforsaken blizzard, they were often confined to the castle grounds.

The result being they spent a lot of time together. It was easy to go a little stir crazy, the Fae in particular. But the pranks made that bearable.

Rowan tried to suppress his smile as he remembered last Mid-Winter’s Eve when Fenrys and Aedion had somehow dressed a piss drunk Lorcan in a tutu and tights and dumped his incoherent ass in a pile of hay in the royal stables.

He inhaled. But this.

This was a whole new level of “intimate.”

Why couldn’t it have stayed a simple game of strip poker.

He sighed in slight amusement remembering just how well that had played out last night. Drunken words, naked bodies, and playful touches. The males had become experts at dancing around the feelings and desires that pushed the boundaries of devotion to their queen.

 Rowan looked towards the chamber entry way. Aelin had arrived, Lorcan, Elide, and Manon in tow. Followed by two lovely escorts in long sheer tunics and a servant bearing a small trunk, a few books, and a mysteriously sealed black box.

Rowan kissed her on the forehead, “how long are you planning to be here?”

“I thought I’d come prepared. You males may be comfortable walking around naked whenever it suits you, but I prefer my silky adornments to appease my inner goddess,” she batted her eyelashes, “don’t worry, I didn’t bring the gold one.”

He suppressed the urge to roll his eyes.

Truth was, he didn’t care what she wore. Nothing made him happier than Aelin’s pleasure after all she had sacrificed.

He drew her into his side and bent to murmur in her ear, “presumptuous of you to think you’ll have a chance to dress up at all…or that you get to decide when to put your clothes back on.”

It was like a weight dropped straight to her mound. A thrill of desire wound tight in her core from the anticipation that had been building since their group “discussion.” They’d come to an arrangement with a few stipulations and she’d be damned if she didn’t allow them to pleasure her and take their fill until the satisfaction drowned them all.

Manon had come from the Wastes for a trade agreement meeting over a week ago when the snow storm hit. She and Abraxos had the misfortune of being cooped up, drunk under the table, and even serenaded from this lot over their stay.

Fortunately, for Aelin, Manon’s “evolving friendship” with Elide had been enticing enough to prompt the witch to accompany her beloved friend tonight.

They’d all observed the two women’s suppressed attraction to each other over the past few years, even Lorcan, and wondered when on earth either one of them would get a clue and make a move. Not that Manon and Elide would want their other respective relationships to be affected long-term, it seemed. They just enjoyed each other’s company, and Lorcan thought there was little reason for them to hold back when they happened to be visiting and spending some quality time together.

Whatever made Elide happy made Lorcan very happy. There was no issue, only pleasure.

Elide was surprised with herself at how eager she was to come here with them both. She’d teased Lorcan as they shared breath amongst their pillows the night before, “I know you hold back with me sometimes so don’t think I won’t thoroughly enjoy seeing you come undone.” She meant his tendency to be dominant and make love to her until she was incoherent didn’t afford her as many opportunities to see him in such a state.

Aelin asked the servant to diffuse some jasmine and lavender oils in all the suite’s rooms for relaxation as she, procured a large piece of cheese and shoved it into her mouth.

Rowan chuckled as her cheeks bulged with the large bite.

“I didfnt havfe lunch.”

“Why not, my love?”

She swallowed. “I was too busy concocting lies about my inner court’s absence from meetings tonight to remember.”

Rowan drew her close and laid broad hands on her shoulders, kneading away some of the tension.

She sighed in contentment, continuing to stuff her mouth with food. Fenrys glanced up at her from the chair.

“I see you’re quite comfortable already.”

“My balls are quite toasty now, thanks for asking.” He smiled and reached up, undoubtedly asking for a chunk of cheese. She swatted his hand away.

“There’s a full platter right in front of your lazy ass.”

He chuckled and she reached a hand to run her fingers through his short hair.

“And what did I do to earn this petting?”

“Simply being my favorite Moonbeam.”

He smiled again, “I’m your only Moonbeam,” and winked up at her, “but I thank you, my Queen, lover of such fine things—like myself.”

Rowan hid his amusement.  

“Unbutton me?”

She half turned to the male behind her, placing a hand on his chest before angling her head so he could claim a soft kiss.

“With pleasure.”

She let her gown slip to the floor in a heap and kissed him again in thanks before striding away to the bed, claiming a large piece of fruit on her way.

Fenrys watched her intently. Prancing around in her lacy undergarments in front of them all like it was the easiest thing in the world. He’d seen her naked many times before, but the more he watched her happiness grow as Queen, the less the horrific memories plagued him. Aelin was whole and healing now and being in her court had redeemed his own sense of comfort. Of home.

His mind drifted while he watched her stretch her torso and lean arms over her head. There were still parts of her he hadn’t seen. Her soft blond hair had concealed them at the time. The opening in her mound…the delicate lay of her folds that probably peaked out from the slit. He wondered if they were just a deeper shade of pink than the peaks of her breasts. His cock began to harden.

A hand interrupted his thoughts and he welcomed the escort’s skilled ministrations to his neck and shoulders. With a gentle tug, he pulled her into his lap and a smile lit her eyes as she used deft thumbs to press along his neck muscles.

The sun had set fully now. The relaxing smells of lavender and jasmine, fragrant in the air, were accompanied by something else. Something that hinted at spice and stirred up desire.

Lorcan hadn’t even bothered with a hello before stripping bare and lying face down on the bed. His head was in Elide’s lap and she toyed with his jet black hair and points of his ears as a pretty escort rubbed hands along his oil soaked back.

Except for the crackle of the large fire, it was quiet, but the air was charged with anticipation and the scents of their arousal.

Aelin stopped at the side of the bed and dragged a lazy finger up the back of Lorcan’s massive hamstring until it halted below his ass. He growled low. “Lorcan dear, in our rush to get here, you didn’t say hello.”

He waited a moment. On his own time then.

“Hello.” He ground out into Elide’s trousers.

Aelin’s finger hovered, drawing small circles on his war-toned muscle.

“It’s nice to see you too grumpy face.”

Despite the tumultuous nature of their relationship, Lorcan had softened to Aelin while being in her court, and she to him. She imagined he was like that teenage older brother she’d never had as a child. Except he wasn’t. He was dark and menacing with a bravado and sultry eyes that mesmerized even her.  

“You keep drawing circles like that and I’ll bite that finger off. And it will never grow back.”

It was Elide who suppressed a chuckle.

Aelin scowled. “I haven’t seen you for days and your literal first voluntary words to me are a threat to maim my royal hand.”

His hurumph was muffled, but he turned his head to look up at her as she moved to hover over his shoulder, “royal hand, royal pain in my ass,” he sighed. Then roamed her body with his eyes, narrowing on her undergarments.

“Those look expensive.” She saw the glint of desire in his expression and heard the unspoken words. Better take them off before we get to them first.

Her skin prickled under the intensity of his attention. She squeezed his hand and brushed his shoulder as she leaned in to kiss Elide lightly on her cheeks. The girl smiled amused and returned the gesture.

“Care to join me in the birchin, Manon?”

Manon sat observing behind them, both arms splayed across the back of chair.

“What’s a birchin?”

“The small chamber in the bathing room heated by a stove with hot rocks. It’ll make you sweat your worries away.” She wiggled her eyebrows and Manon stared at her confused.

Aelin shrugged. “I read about it in a book and it sounded exotic, so I had it installed.”

She had indeed, been reading her new favorite series A Court of Thorns and Roses and several scenes conjured up delightful images of her cadre all piled in a birchin sweating their asses off. She had yet to convince them to try it out, but the few occasions she’d used it herself after training sessions had been extremely relaxing.

Manon sighed and rose, arching her back in a stretch. “What can it hurt. Better than sitting here stewing in all your scents.”

Rowan had taken a big chair by the fire next to Fenrys and stripped except for the linen pants offered by an escort. He closed his eyes as the shapely brunette rolled up his pants to the knee and worked his tight calves and shins. Her hands were firm, but skilled and her long hair hung loose, tantalizing his skin as she worked.

Passing them on the way to the bathing room, Aelin halted. She inspected the beauty in Fenrys lap, the gentle eyed woman winding her fingers through his hair and grinning wide at his flirtatious whispers, no doubt, promising and skillful. Aelin was surprised at the possessive twinge that hit her heart.

He was fine. He was in good hands. Even if she felt she had every right to be just as protective of the male as he was her.

She squeezed Rowan’s shoulder, sliding her hand down his chest until it drifted lower on his bare abdomen and the tips of her fingers slid under his loose waistband. She leaned down and kissed his neck.

“Be good. I’ll be done soon.” She inclined her head towards the bathing room.

He growled and the fingers of his hand reaching around the back of her thigh dug into her soft skin.

“Soon is quite a promise considering your bathing habits.”

There was need in his grip.

“Pushy, pushy,” she smirked into his lips as she kissed him one more time. “This one,” Aelin pointed at Rowan as she rose and spoke to the escort, “is all talk. If you want him to be quiet, tickle the back of his knees.”

“Aelin--,” he growled again.

“Or lick up the lines of his war-honed abs. Whatever seems best to you.” She waived a hand in the air dismissively, scampering out of the way as he reached for her. His eyes followed her into the bathing room, hips swaying, until she was out of sight and Manon followed, unceremoniously stripping as she walked.

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 A half hour later, Aelin emerged, hair towel dried from the quick dip in the bath they’d taken to wash off the sweat from the birchin. Manon had donned a plush white robe, but Aelin had simply wrapped a short towel around her torso.

She strode to the oversized chase lounge where Rowan’s strong, sinewy body lay face down in the pillows, dozing after surrendering to a fully body massage.

Aelin climbed up his back and kissed his tan face. “Enjoy your nap?” As he stirred, she moved to sit on his backside so she could sweep her hands from his shoulder blades down the groove of his spine.

“You smell good,” he mumbled.

“Thank you. I used your soap because I forgot we ran out of mine last time we were here.”

Rowan grunted. With no hesitation, he shifted, toppling her into the blankets and rolling so he hovered over her face on his forearms. His lips were an inch from hers and the weight of his abdomen and legs pressed fully into her body. The heat radiating from his skin and breath made her heart pound.

“Use it always.”

He kissed her deeply and she opened for him, melting into the pillows as his tongue tasted her own.

Aelin’s hand clutched his back as the other drifted into his hair. He slid a hand down her curves until he found her thigh and pulled it to the side so he could settle between her legs.

She sucked in a breath.

He was naked and his cock was fully erect brushing against her towel. With one shift, he could push up the edge of the flimsy fabric and slide into her welcoming heat.

But he had something else in mind; something they needed to prepare for later.

And it was time to play.

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@theilliumbluebell10 @highladyofherondale @running-with-thieves @lestrangelady20 @fantasylover1996

#Her Cadre #throne of glass smut #tog smut #throne of glass fanfic #tog fanfic #aelin x rowan #rowan x aelin #aelin x aedion #aelin x fenrys #fenrys moonbeam #aedion x aelin #elide x lorcan #rowaelin #elorcan #manon x elide #lysaedion #Lysandra #lorcan salvaterre #rowan whitethorn #aelin x lorcan #my fics

[likealichen]

Les Amis as the living definition of “hold my beer” (or whatever happens to be in their hands at the time):

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There’s a theatre performance at the school that PhysEd teacher Bahoral teaches at. He has helped decorate the hall and he’s damn proud of what Grantaire has done with with the kids and this mini-production of Where The Wild Things Are was going to be the best (those grass-skirt tutus Jehan designed were the cutest). There are a lot of parents. Some excited. Some resigned. Some bored. And one particular asshat who is complaining about having to waste two hours of his life watching his son be a tree. “He’s a goddamn tree, Amanda! Why did you drag me to this? If he’s gonna insist on this theatrics crap, make sure he’s the main character before expecting me to show up!”

Bahoral: hold my tutu, Feuilly, imma gonna show this candidate for Douche Parent of the Year just how important being a tree can be. No-one puts down one of their kids like that!

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Enjolras’s reputation for being a firey defender of truth and justice comes about honestly. If there’s only one thing you can count on, it’s the fearless leader of Les Amis not letting anyone getting away with any form of dishonesty. So naturally when the current bowler on their opposing team for the tournament steps over the line and refuses to admit it, Enjolras steps up.

Enjolras: hold my ball, ‘Ferre. No no, don’t put it down! It took me forever to clean the gum that stuck to it when I put it on the seat earlier - I don’t have any more wet wipes and I don’t want to have to disinfect it again!

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It’s a great day to go to the fair. And when all you want to do is pay the reduced price at the end of the day and ride the rides when most of the crowd is gone, then it’s even better. Which is why Grantaire always takes Gavroche, Azelma and Eponine that time, because they can pack a picnic basket and not have to pay for overpriced food. When the sun has set and everyone’s leaving, they witness exactly what happens to the excess food that doesn’t get bought and can’t get sold the next day because of health code reasons.

Grantaire: hold my picnic basket Ep, me and Gav are gonna go rescue those muffins and fill it up. Jesus Christ, who throws away perfectly good food like that? Why don’t they donate it to the shelters or something? I could live off nothing but those for a week!

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Cosette isn’t protective of Enjolras because he is her cousin, Cosette is protective because Enjolras is one of the rare people of the world who truly holds to his principles and is virtually incorruptible. Every other good person she knows - Papa, Marius, Chetta - has backed down from their principles at least once in their life for the greater and future good. But not Enjolras. It was almost as though he’s physically incapable of it; and Cosette loves him all the more for it and would follow him into the jaws of hell itself if her cousin asked her of it. Cosette didn’t really believe that humanity wanted to save itself anymore, because humanity was too selfish. This is why she and Grantaire were closer than most: this cynicism that they understood so well. And both she and Grantaire loved Enjolras in their own passionate and differing ways, because even if they could hardly believe in humanity’s goodness, they believed in Enjolras. Which is why when someone from the crowd started accusing Enjolras of being a hypocrite and not truly believing what he was rallying them all for, Cosette couldn’t just stand there and be silent.

Cosette: hold my cardigan, Marius sweetie. I’m gonna teach that loud mouth a lesson and I don’t want to get blood on it when I punch him in the nose. 

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Bonus:

Enjolras walks in with Cosette, hair braided, a flower tucked in behind his ear and talking animatedly with her about something.

Grantaire: hold my wine Joly. because I’m about to lose all feeling in my hand and I just spent my last euros buying this bottle and I don’t want to waste it when I inevitable let go of it.

#enjoltaire #enjolras #cosette #les mis #grantaire #bahoral #les miserables #headcanon #kfic

[victuuri-oturi]

Can I ask for fem!Victor/fem!Yuuri please?

Of course! Look under the cut:

Yuuri walked into the bedroom to find Viktoriya already snuggled up withMakkachin, who practically jumped up to greet Yuuri as she slowly climbed intobed. Viktoriya had the bedside lamp on and was flipping through the latestmagazine she ordered that arrived earlier that day.

“What’s this for?” Yuuri asked, gluing herself to Viktoriya’s side andwrapping her arms around her. She also rested her head on her fiancées shoulderso she could look down at the pages and see an array of beautiful skatingcostumes.

 “It’s an ordering magazine where you can select a costume you want tobuy,” Viktoriya said, flipping to a new page that happened to have costumes forkids.

Yuuri gave her an odd sideways look. “Vika, this is for like, beginners’studios. You always get them specially designed for competitions, are you sure youactually want to buy these?” 

“No, no, I’m just looking to get ideas.” Viktoriya hummed in thought,flipping over a few more pages. She gasped and pointed at a model. “Yuuri, you’dlook stunning in something like that!”

Yuuri huffed a laugh and looked at the outfit. It had an open back,see-through mesh, and bedazzled strips of sky blue cloth that made up theoutfit and also streamed behind the dancer as they moved. “That’s a verydramatic outfit. It would look better on you – it matches your eyes.”

“But your legs would look incredible. I love your legs.”

“I don’t know. I’m not sure I could pull off having that much skinshowing on television.”

“Who said it was for skating?”

Yuuri looked up to find Viktoriya raising her eyebrows suggestively.Yuuri giggled and gave her a gentle shove. “Don’t be ridiculous.” She lookedback at the outfit. “I kind of like the streamers. Maybe we could use that in my next costumedesign.”

Viktoriya jumped and flipped back a couple pages. “Oh! Also I think thishairstyle would look beautiful, it would show off your long neck.” It was ahairstyle with many small buns tied with silk ribbons.

Yuuri shook her head, “My hair’s too short for that, Vika.”

“You’re growing it out, though. Aren’t you?”

“I guess? I haven’t cut it in a while, but I don’t think it’s grown thatmuch.”

“Well all I know is that I’m starting to wake up in a hairstrangle-hold.” Viktoriya kissed the top of Yuuri’s head, letting her know thatshe actually loved it.

“Oh yeah?” Yuuri smiled. “Are yougonna grow out your hair any time soon? Just so you can pay me back?” Shereached up to run her fingers through Viktoriya’s close-cropped pixie cut,particularly the shortest strands at the nape of her neck.

“I don’t know,” she said. “I think I’d miss your fingers doing this toomuch,” she cooed. She even reached back and covered Yuuri’s hand with her own.

“Fair enough,” Yuuri laughed and she put her head back on Viktoriya’s shoulder.“I like it either way.”

Viktoriya nuzzled into the top of Yuuri’s head and they continued toflip through the pages in relative silence. Every once in a while they wouldpoint out things they liked, laugh at some weird-looking ones, or tell theother which outfits they thought they’d look good in.

Eventually they came across another page of kids’ costumes. They bothfell silent, just looking at the smiling faces of little boys and girls wearingskates and brightly colored tutus.

Yuuri couldn’t know for sure, but it felt like they were both thinkingthe same thing.

Eventually Viktoriya gently closed the magazine and placed it on thebedside table. “We should really get to bed. We have practice in the morning.”As she turned off the light, Yuuri twisted the gold ring on her finger – a comfortinghabit that she had developed over time.

“I love you, Vika,” said Yuuri once they were in the dark, their headsdown on the pillows and facing each other.

Viktoriya tucked Yuuri’s hair behind her ear softly. “I love you too.”She leaned over and kissed Yuuri soundly, then tucked her head beneath Yuuri’schin. Yuuri continued running her fingers through Viktoriya’s short hair as shesighed and relaxed enough for sleep. “Good night, lyubov moya.”

Yuuri closed her eyes. “Good night.”

Hope you liked it! I searched a while to make sure the name Viktoriya and the nickname Vika were correct, but if anyone actually knows shit about Russian, please correct me.

[floraexplorer]

What It’s Really Like to Run Your First 5k Race for Life

I did it! I ran a 5km Race For Life!

This time last week I was standing in a south London park with a medal on pink ribbon around my neck. I’d achieved something I never thought I’d do: running 5km for the first time in my life.

For the last few months I’ve been working my way through the Couch to 5k app, a running program based on interval training. It’s designed to get you running 5km over a nine week period by slowly increasing the length of time you run, which also increases your stamina.

In week 6 of the app, I was celebrating the achievement of running for eight minutes without stopping. A week later, it was a twenty minute run which had me whooping sweatily for joy. As my running distances increased, I found that – shock, horror! – I was actually enjoying myself, and I eventually realised just how beneficial running is for my mental health.

So why did I decide to run a Race for Life?

Well, I thought it’d be a good idea to make a big deal out of my first official 5k, instead of simply achieving it while running round the park on my own. Besides, having a pre-arranged 5km run in my diary meant it was that much harder to back out!

But the real reason is a little deeper. My mum died as a result of her breast cancer ten years ago, and a few months before her death she walked the 5km with her two best friends. The certificate (which my mum no doubt bought from an official website) still hangs in the kitchen – it must have been framed by my dad.

It felt appropriate to be running my furthest ever distance in aid of a charity so important to me.

Read more: Why my new-found love of running is helping my anxiety

Preparing for my first Race for Life (and first ever 5km!)

I’d decided to run the Race for Life by myself (none of my friends were in the mood to run it with me!) but because I suffer from anxiety I had a fair amount of casual panic on the days leading up to the race.

What was I going to wear? Would I be warm enough before and after the race in my usual running gear? And how on earth would I carry my stuff?

Usually I run in the park close to my house, so I never have to think about carrying anything more than my phone. But the Race for Life I’d chosen was far enough away to require catching the bus, and I was definitely going to be thirsty afterwards. And what if it rained? Did I need to take a hoodie and run with it around my waist?

According to their website, many Race for Life events have storage for runners’ possessions. But no such luck for the race I’d chosen – so I had to get creative.

After a bit of research I ended up buying a cheap running belt from Sports Direct which could just about hold my phone, a debit card and my headphones. I carried a bottle of water and hoped I’d feel comfortable enough to hold it while running (although I didn’t feel too confident).

Warming up for the Race for Life event

Race day dawned bright and sunny with a predicted forecast of 23’C and a tiny chance of rain. When I caught the bus towards Crystal Palace Park, there were people onboard wearing pink teeshirts and pink tutus with ‘Race For Life’ branded across them – and I remembered that although I was planning to run relatively seriously, plenty of participants are doing it purely for fun!

Once I arrived at the park I wandered through the crowds and found a patch of grass to sit on. The pre-race anxiety was starting to kick in a bit, and I half-wished I’d forced some friends along to watch me run. Trying to keep the nerves at bay, I unfolded my running number and safety-pinned it to the front of my vest (not yet knowing that my hand would constantly hit against the sign during the race and I’d wish I’d pinned it to my back instead!). After a bit of thought I decided I couldn’t chance carrying a water bottle for the duration of the race, so I headed for the friendly-looking women at the Cancer Research tent.

“Excuse me… Is there any chance I can leave my bottle here with you until the race is over?”

They were more than happy to help – and at that moment a man onstage called, “It’s time to start your Race For Life!”

In fact, there were still fifteen minutes to go – but we all stood dutifully opposite the stage while organisers played an audio recording of someone’s cancer story. Although it ended on a positive note, it was still a bit tough to listen to.

Especially because it was then followed by a minute’s silence to reflect on the people we’d lost. 

As a relatively new runner, being in the right mood for running isn’t exactly a guarantee. Right then I actively felt like I was ready for the prospect of running 5km – and I didn’t WANT to think too hard about my mum and her death! Not at this exact moment!  I felt tears pricking the back of my eyes and had to shake it off quickly before I started to actually cry.

Luckily the minute was already over, and the MC announced that we’d collectively raised £86,000 for Cancer Research UK at this event. Not too shabby! A woman in fitness gear leapt on stage and led us all in a round of jumping jacks and jogging on the spot – wherein I immediately realised the running belt was way too loose.

Are you a walker, a jogger, or a runner?

With just a few moments to go before the official race began, we were instructed to join whichever group we identified with: walkers, joggers or runners. Because I apparently always want to challenge myself, I felt my feet heading for the ‘running’ group.

In hindsight, this was perhaps a mistake.

While everyone shuffled and stretched, I put my headphones in my ears and started one of my favourite Spotify playlists. My thumb hovered above the ‘activity’ button on my Strava app; despite not being bothered about my overall race time, I still wanted to track my progress.

Three, two, one… RUN!

As the runners around me began to move, I moved with them – and I almost immediately noticed I was going faster than usual. It was only in that moment that I realised I’ve never run alongside other people before, and clearly I get influenced easily!

Within a few minutes I was out of breath and panting hard. I had to actively slow my pace and give myself a stern, internal talking-to (I may have even closed my eyes for a split second to pretend I was alone on the track).

Luckily the benefit of running amongst so many others was distraction. I could look at people’s outfits, read the messages on their signs and share the occasional smile. I’d also never run in this particular park before, so there was always something new to look at.

At 1km: I was surprised how long it took me to reach the first kilometre. I usually hold my phone while running, which means I can have a quick look at how long I’ve been going for if I want to – but as my phone was firmly wedged into my new belt the possibilities were left wide open. Of course, once I realised there’d be distance markers I then started keeping an eye out for them, even though I didn’t want to!

At 2km: This second kilometre didn’t come easy, either. I grew pretty worried that I might have to pause and walk for a few moments – and although I knew this wouldn’t be the end of the world, I really wanted to be able to run the full distance in one go.

But the biggest thing I’ve learned over the last few months is how much of a mental challenge the act of running really is. This 5km was a huge test in terms of combatting my inclination to self-criticise; there were so many moments where my inner voice was pretty keen on pausing, walking or even just giving up altogether – but I kept on doggedly powering through.

At 3km: By this point I’d finally come into my optimum pace. We were on a satisfyingly straight section of tarmac under the cover of trees, and I felt strong and controlled as my feet repeatedly hit the ground – it was such an amazing feeling! The entire kilometre was a breeze, and I hoped against hope that it’d continue.

Coming up to 4km: Alas, I knew from previous runs that the ‘good stretch’ tends to burn out after a while. This time it was thanks to the running belt around my waist, which I’d tightened so much that it was giving me a stitch (or felt like it, at least). I fiddled with the strap and turned it so the belt was at the small of my back then raised the volume of my music, tried to find an extra reserve of energy in my legs, and willed the 4km marker to appear. Once I knew I only had a single kilometre to go it felt that much more possible.

Coming up to 5km: That last km was still difficult though. I focused solely on what I could see just in my immediate vicinity; the children gazing at ducks in the pond, the infamous Crystal Palace dinosaurs peeking out from behind the bushes, even letting myself muse about the pebbles and leaves on the path ahead – anything to keep me going!

With the finish line in sight: A few minutes before the end there was a diversion for runners who were continuing on with the 10km route. A guy just in front of me peeled off for it but I stayed firmly on course. I ran past the crowds of grinning faces and underneath the ‘Race for Life’ banner…

– and just like that, it was over!

I’m officially a 5km Race for Life runner!

I stumbled over to the Cancer Research tent to retrieve my water bottle, feeling my legs continue to vibrate and shake. The lovely ladies there took a few celebratory photos of me and then I gratefully sank down into the grass.

“I really did it,” I thought. “I just ran a 5k – and I actually enjoyed myself!”

But I opened up Strava, my tracking app, it said I’d actually run 6.1km instead of the official 5km?! Either way, this race was my longest distance and length of time spent running so far!!

I headed for my bus stop with my runner’s number still safety-pinned to my chest. An elderly lady stopped me and said, “Have you been running marathons?”

“No, I’ve just run a 5k!” I said, still full of exhilaration. “ I’m not at marathon stage just yet!”

But judging by the way I feel about running right now, there might well be a marathon in my future (or a 10km in a few months, at least!)

Have you ever run a 5k race? Do you have any tips for a race-beginner like me?  

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What did I learn from my first 5k Race For Life?

Races mean running a specific distance, not a time. That might sound blindingly obvious, but thanks to the app I’d grown used to solely running for a specific length of time – and the distance I’d cover would often vary.

Plan how you’ll carry your possessions, and practice beforehand. I didn’t think about carrying water and money until a few days before the race, so

If you listen to music, decide on your playlist before the race.My go-to choice is a Spotify playlist of either pop punk or rock tracks.

A warm-up is crucial. Couch to 5k starts off with five minutes walking to warm-up, but I didn’t do this on the race day. In hindsight, I wonder whether that contributed to me being out of breath at the start?

Running amongst other people can affect your pacing. I wasn’t prepared for how much my pace could be affected by the runners around me, and I started off way too fast.

A warm-down walk is important! I usually do a five minute warm-down walk but didn’t do it after the race. My legs were sore for the next three days!

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