#I like to think he’s taller than Laurence
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Day 7 - Holy 🌙🗡️
#I gave him knight gauntlets#if I had more energy they would have more moon sorta details going on#may have made him babygirl#that’s allowed#I like to think he’s taller than Laurence#bloodborne#bloodborne ludwig#ludwig the holy blade#bloodborne fanart#digital art#art#inktober#bloodborne art#fanart
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Zanvis head cannon #1
I like to think that these two had the weirdest start to their friendship.
It started when Zane had to get something from Garroth and Travis was having a bad day. He was pissed since everyone kept being loud, where bugging him, and were questioning his clothing choice too much. He was wearing a oversized fuzzy hoodie and sweatpants that had the white stripes down the side. His hair was messier than usual, and he had eye bags. When Travis opens the door he expected Zane to question him but Zane didn’t bat an eye and just asked if Garroth was home before he came inside. Travis was confused. Zane just went straight to Garroths room, grabbed something while Garroth protested, then went and stood right in front of Travis, who still hasn’t moved from the door. The two just kind of stared at each other, Zane slightly taller than Travis. Garroth, Dante, and Laurence where looking at the two in confusion now. Finally Travis spoke up.
“ Um...Do you need something or...?”
“ Put your shoes on. Your going to the cafe with me.” The other three watched yelled out in shock as Zane left the house, Travis standing there with his mouth open before leaving the house with him as well. The two walked in silence before Zane started speaking again.
“ So what happened to you? You look dead?”
“ What? Oh I um...I didn’t get much sleep.” The two where silent again before Zane answered Travis’s unanswered question.
“ Aphmau wanted me to bring you to the cafe since I was already going to your house. I don’t know why she wanted me to though.” Travis nodded in understanding and the two entered the cafe, only to be pulled into a hug my Aphmau. To Zane’s surprise, Travis quickly and gently pushed her off with a sorry look, but Aphmau just smiled and squeezed Zane for a second before letting go. Zane looked at him in confusion and Travis let out a nervous laugh.
“ I’m not THAT big of a fan of hugs...” That shocked Zane. He didn’t expect that. He had always seemed like a touchy person. Then again, he could agree that hugs where very annoying. Travis and Aphmau went to grab a seat and Zane started leaving. He did not want to be in on whatever those two where talking about. If it was anything like high school, it was going to be weird and make absolutely no sense.
To his surprise, and Travis’s, Aphmau dragged them both to a table and sat them down before dismissing herself to go get their orders. The two just stared at each other awkwardly for a bit before Travis spoke up.
“ You know I would just go on my phone but I sort of left it at home... so...this is really awkward.” Zane rolled his eyes and gave him a ‘no duh’ look. The two really didn’t have anything to talk about. They where barley even friends. Although, Travis was still a bit confused on what was going on.
“So...what’d you get from Garroth?”
“ None of your business.”
“...Do you know why Aphmau-”
“ No.” It was silent again before Zane spoke up, quietly, as he intended for Travis not to hear. Travis, being born with practically supernatural hearing, heard him anyway.
“ I still can’t believe how clean his room was...”
“ Oh that’s before I made him clean it. Honestly, I don’t know how someone keeps it that messy.” Zane raised an eyebrow.
“ YOU got Garroth to clean him room?”
“ And Laurence. And Dante. And for them to clean after themselves. I swear they are so messy. I also banned them from making food. The only time they’ve cooked for me is when I first got here. It tasted like burnt coal, and the kitten smelled smoky. I now make the food. They really need to learn how to take care of themselves.”
“ You do, all of that? How?”
“ I dunno. I just glare and they listen. Add a bit of magic for intimidation and boom.”
“Smart.”
Just then Aphmau decided to come back with their orders. She placed a Expresso infront of Zane and a Mocha in front of Travis. Travis looked at her weird.
“ I thought it was pretty clear that I don’t like coffee?”
“ I know, it’s just you look like you haven’t slept in years. I got like the sweetest thing and asked for extra sugar so you won’t taste the bitterness, trust me.” Travis just sighed and slowly took a sip. It wasn’t bad, a bit too sweet, but he was fine with it.
“ Well anyway, you know how Vlyad’s birthday is coming up?” The two nodded.
“ Well I need your help planning and setting up a surprise party.” Travis got confused.
“Wait why am I here then?”
“ Uh, cause we all three where not alone buddy’s? Plus, you are really good at keeping secrets. Both of you are!”
“ And i’m here instead of Garroth because? Other than the secret part. We all know that idiot can’t keep his mouth shut even if his life depended on it.”
“Cause, don’t tell Garroth I said this, but you kind of know him better. And your a better planner.” The two just looked at each other and then Aphmau again, having a silent agreement to not question anything, just to make life easier.
They ended up planning for three hours before calling it a day. The sun was already going down and they needed to get home. Aphmau had already made Travis and Zane exchange numbers so they could talk and created a group chat so all three of them could chat before leaving with a smile on her face. The two went their separate ways, having mixed feelings on what had just happened. Zane didn’t think it was too bad. Not that big of a deal anyway.
He didn’t expect them to start texting everyday because Travis couldn’t stop sending him memes at 3 in the morning due to his, probably self induced, Insomnia.
#mystreet#aphmau#travis#travis valkrum#headcannon#dante#garroth#vylad ro'meave#laurence#zanvis#zane ro'meave#not alone buddies#ship but make it more realistic and holy cause i swear-
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gene hcs NOW
Papi*
Gene is Mexican🇲🇽
He’s around 6’3
He is Bisexual.
He didn’t go to college at first, he worked in lots of stores, like hot topic, as we see. Around mystreet, he went in Architecture and graduated!
When his hair is long he has a wolf-cut, if he cuts it, it’s just wavy messy short hair, most times he styles it in a curtain type of way.
His clothing mainly consists of grunge-casual clothing, he feels more comfortable in a tank top.
He can play the electric guitar, he taught Dante how to play too, Gene is self taught.
Gene has tongue, ears, chin, eye brow, nose, lip, and forehead piercings, and he thinks about getting even more. 💀
Gene loves horror novels, he got into them around highschool, Sasha told him he never could finish a book, and Gene took it as a challenge, he finished a horror novel, and enjoyed it, thus causing the start of his love for them.
Gene is really into history hence why he named the gang “shadow knights” in the first place, The gang shadow knights got their name from the warrior Shadow knights that used to exist, they were also known to be able to swim in lava and handle extreme measures of heat.
Gene can cook very well, his mom taught him how to cook, he’s not as good as Laurence but still great.
Gene is non verbal.
Gene can speak sign language, he learned it for one of his friends.
Gene can dance very well, he also can dance traditionally, he took dancing classes with his mother.
Gene can play basketball, he’s really good at it.
He has the most tattoos out of everyone, he finds almost any excuse to get more, he has tattoos that signify his loved ones, and even got some matching ones with Zenix, Sasha, Dante and so on..
He also likes experimenting with wearing eyeshadow.
Gene has poor eyesight he needs glasses but refuses to actually buy nor wear them.
Has a problem with smoking too much, he’s trying his hardest to get better though </3
Gene actually begs Dante to not cut his hair and keep it long because of a running joke in their family, and that joke to Gene is the funniest thing in the world, he finds the stupidest things funny.
Gene has snake tattoos and spider bite tattoos, Gene’s snake tattoo is around his neck-shoulders as if there was an actual snake there.
If Gene is a little hard on you, or gives you tough love, it’s cause he deeply cares for you.
He has a high pain tolerance.
Gene heavily disliked garroth back in high school, He felt like garroth kept taking away every thing good he had, Gene and Laurence were a thing back when Laurence was in the shadow knights but then they broke up and that caused Laurence to leave the group, and shortly after Laurence got with Garroth, he was also jealous of garroth’s “good” relationship with his father and how he gets to look like his father and still love himself afterwards.
Gene was NOT a good influence on Dante back in highschool, kinda turned him into a jerk for a while, they made fun of people together.
Gene is a cat person.
The first song Gene learned how to play on guitar was Lucky You by Deftones, Deftones is his favourite band.
Gene would bully Dante but would crush anyone else’s skull if they did it too, in his logic, only he can do it.
I like the idea of Gene having a sketch book but barley ever colouring his sketches.
takes pride in being a few mili meters taller than Dante even though they look exactly the same height
He’s very overprotective over his close ones, mostly Sasha, Zenix, Laurence, his family, he sees the shadow knights as family too, obviously with his family, he holds them very close to him, he’s protective of Dante, because back when he was a kid he felt like he couldn’t protect his mom from his father, so instead he settled on trying to protect his younger brother.
Kinda messed around with Jeffory back in senior year.
He does not like working out in the gym, he does it in his home, or somewhere he thinks is comfortable, he’s also built well, he has great shoulders.
His music taste consists of sad blues, rock-metal, or Spanish songs he fell in love with.
#aphblr#mystreet#aphverse#aphmau headcanons#geneaphmau#aphmaugene#gene and dantes dad hate club#Can you tell hes my favorite character
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hmmmm was else
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mcd aaron..👩💻 thoughts ?
(i dont really have a prompt but like ur version/rewrite ideas because i love collecting everyones as its fascinating to see how ppl just get this bad self inswrt crush him up and then glue him back together adapted and polished into a new far better chara )
DUDE FUCKING I LOVE- okay. i love sad fictional men so much it’s not even funny. i see one and go ‘i can fix him’ which is what aaron is to me. a sad babygirl
in my rewrite, aaron actually…. does kill a majority of people in his village- those who he didnt kill managed to escape. it helps with the fact that he hides his identity and how the word he was a maniac that killed everyone was spread fast (though i dont doubt zane also had a hand in this)
by killing, i mean he was… sorta posessed by shad’s vengeful wish that was in the amulet. the reason why it reacted to him is because he’s a descendant of shad himself. i still need to work out certain details.
and i just realized u meant canon aaron. PLS IM SO STUPID-
okay canon mcd aaron thoughts rlly aren’t much? by this i mean: he didn’t really… do anything other than bring back garroth and save aph? and thats bc jason’s ass got jealous over his wife’s own ocs and needed to intervene like the normal husband he is-
but i really liked aaron, even back when he appeared bc i’ve always loved tragic sad characters like aaron. aka the ‘bad boys’. it’s also why i loved garroth so much, sad old man. and why i started to love laurence during season 2-
if there was more done with him, and if jason wasnt… jason- BASICALLY IF AARON’S CHARACTER WASNT HELD BACK BY AN IMMATURE CREEP, he would’ve been such a great character, which is what im trying to do?
i dont want the fact that he lost everyone to be brushed off. bc it clearly doesn’t seem to bother aaron a lot other than to be used when it is convenient to the plot-
im putting him early on in my rewrite bc 1. i want to develop his relationship with aphmau more as really close friends and 2. it feels like everything with him was rushed and i want to take my time with him bc he’s the type of character that takes a long time to open up to others.
im so sorry if i repeat myself, i feel like there’s sm much j want to see but my thoughts go way too fast for me to even grasp what i want to say so have this incoherent ramble wkdwbdiwhdhsisb
im also thinking about making him half werewolf bc he has to be taller than 7’0”
#once again i love rewrite aaron so much#I WANT TO SAY EVERYTHING I HAVE FOR HIM HOW I IMAGINE HIM BUT I CANT?#if i were to compare him to another character my first thought would be dimitri from fe3h?#aphmau#minecraft diaries#aaron lycan
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An in-depth look at your muse.
tagged by: @schattenmagier
tagging: I am late, so whoever sees this, do this
I am feeling Laurence the most, so I am going to fill this out for Laurence.
— basics.
▸ is your muse tall/short/average? Laurence is 5′7′’ or 170 cm. He is on the smaller side for a cis male.
▸ are they okay with their height? He dislikes his height. He thinks he’s too small. Especially because people in Yharnam are usually HUGE and he feels utterly tiny compared to them. He wished he could be taller.
▸ what’s their hair like? It’s shoulder lenght and from an auburn colour which is more red than brown. He hates being called a redhead though, don’t call him that. His hair is curly and he usually wears it loose, with the tips just falling on his shoulders.
▸ do they spend a lot of time on their hair/grooming? He will wash his hair regularly and brush it after he slept, but that’s it. He also will make sure that it gets cut when it is even slightly too long, the moment he can feel his hair on his back, he wants a cut. Micolash normally cuts Laurence’ hair for him.
▸ does your muse care about their appearance/what others think? He has too, because he is the Vicar of the Healing Church and has a social presence and he can’t come to a party looking like a Hobo. He makes sure that he looks dashing before leaving the house. He even will make sure to look good when he goes out in normal church robes and not in the vicar robes. He actually doesn’t care too much what others think, but he wants their money for the church, so he tries to appear as presentable as possible to them.
— preferences.
▸ indoors or outdoors? Laurence spends a lot of time indoors, working mostly, but he also likes the outdoors. He will go for a walk often or swim in summer. He also will often be seen next to Ludwig and his horse Midnight.
▸ rain or sunshine? Sunshine. Laurence hates getting wet.
▸ forest or beach? Both. Laurence was next to a lake shore for a large part of his youth and often likes to go to the Yharnam harbour during his walks. But there was also a forest around his boarding school and even in his adult life he will be found taking walks in the forest near the Cathedral Ward, the forest that leads to Hemwick. Though, in his later years he wasn’t too fond of it anymore. He claimed there were shadows in the woods...
▸ precious metals or gems? Meteorites. But if he has to choose, gems. Blood gems in particular. Anything is better when it is made out of blood of an outer god.
▸ flowers or perfumes? Flowers. Especially lumenflowers.
▸ personality or appearance? For a relationship? If it is a one-night-stand, then appearance mostly. For a serious relationship, personality comes into factor.
▸ being alone or being in a crowd? Being in a crowd. Laurence can be a social butterfly and wants to talk to people. Though, if he dislikes the people around him, he wants to be alone.
▸ order or anarchy? His anarchy is the order.
▸ painful truths or white lies? White lies. You can’t control a city when you tell them the truth. Though, he genuinely thought the old blood was totally safe. He was in deep denial about it and shut off every critic for far too long.
▸ science or magic? Magic is science! Look, there’s the augur in his pocket. Totally not magic. It’s arcane. Science. They proved it. Oh and eldritch gods are real by the way. And healing blood, not magic, science. His church is science! There is a research hall!
▸ peace or conflict? Peace, but will totally go into a conflict if he has to. Happened with Cainhurst.
▸ night or day? Night. You can’t look at the stars when it’s bright.
▸ dusk or dawn? Dusk. It’s nice to see the sunset and wait for the stars and moon to appear.
▸ warmth or cold? He prefers the warmth. Laurence downright HATES the cold. He will even keep his church coat on when it is very hot.
▸ many acquaintances or a few close friends? Both kinda. It can be very useful to have many acquaintances, but he also cherishes his few close friends.
▸ reading or playing a game? Reading. Laurence reads a LOT of books.
— questionnaire.
▸ what are some of your muse’s bad habits? Not listening to people even if they are right. Stubborn. Addict for blood, alcohol and sedatives. Is annoying on purpose. Has anxiety but overacts and ignores it instead of dealing with it. God complex. Hates being proved wrong. Terrible with his feelings. Did I already mention that he’s annoying on purpose?
▸ has your muse lost anyone close to them? how has it affected them? Yes, a lot of people actually. First were his parents who died when he was 11 years old from a sickness. Laurence, sickly himself, got taken in by Byrgenwerth and was an orphan.
Then, in his adult years, he willingly broke contact with Master Willem and the friends who stayed in Byrgenwerth. Maria commited suicide, Gehrman lost himself in grief and then fucked off to the Hunter’s Dream and Micolash fucked off with the School of Mensis and started a war with the choir.
All this stressed Laurence a lot, but he barely allowed himself to grief. He fell into deep depression shortly before the scourge broke out in him.
▸ what are some fond memories your muse has? All the memories of Byrgenwerth. Before the blood, when everything was still peaceful and he didn’t have to care. Sometimes he wishes he had never picked up that accursed blood, but then he can’t believe that he once thought that. The blood is still helping people, right?! It did so much good, it’s the future. It’s not... it’s not the reason that everything goes to shit... it is.. not...
▸ is it easy for your muse to kill? Well, while Laurence can easily tell someone to kill, he actually never did it on his own. Never got his hands dirty... he would struggle a lot to kill, even a beast. It is something else to simply say “Kill” and to do it yourself.
Beast Laurence has no qualms about killing whatsoever.
▸ what’s it like when your muse breaks down? When he breaks down, it will be because his denial caught up to him and then it gets dangerous because he still is the head of one of the most influential institutions in Yharnam and his word can change a lot. He can easily forbid people to do certain things and get everything like he wants. Though, if he breaks down, he tends to get stupider and therefore will make mistakes. It’s a good opportunity to overrule him.
▸ is your muse capable of trusting someone with their life? Yes, but it takes time of course. He trusted Gehrman and Ludwig with his life and... no one else. Not even his other close friends, there was too much of a mistrust to trust them to not betray him. If another muse would want his full trust, they would have to work hard for it.
▸ what’s your muse like when they’re in love? Dreamy. Very dreamy. Will yearn a lot. Will try to deny it. He really does that too often, huh? He will probably search out the person of his desires and try to spend time with them, still confused about why he even does that. Will make mistakes that he otherwise never would have made. Can go non-verbal when his crush speaks to him. Will sit in his office and wonder what is happening to him.
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What is to be different? A marginalized monster in Frankenstein is a symbol of racial minority.
The monster Frankenstein creates has a yellow skin, a black hair, watery eyes, and black lips, and is much taller than natural humans. Because of this strange, scary look, he can never be accepted by any human. De Lacey is the only one who accepts him, because he is blind and couldn’t see what the monster is like. The more people he encounters, the more he feels marginalized, because no one accepts him.
While I’m reading this story, I found myself identifying the monster with people of colour in Europe. I thought that his marginalized feeling was nothing different from what Asian and African people feel in western countries. So, I want to explore this theme at the time when the book was published and also today.
First, I will look at the time Frankenstein was published. It was in 1818. Around that time, there was a racist ideology within the British Empire (the countries ruled by Britain from 15th century until 1920). White people treated African and Asian people as inferior to themselves. Also, the author Mary Shelley’s personal doctor, William Laurence, was the one of the racists. He thinks that white people are morally and mentally superior to the other races. Although the slave trade itself was abandoned in 1807 and the slaves themselves were freed in 1834, many societies remained the racist.
So, Shelley was using Frankenstein’s monster to highlight this prejudice over non-white people. Actually, she describes the problem in Frankenstein. There appears a book “Ruin” by C.F. Volney. The book not only shows that there are different manners, governments, and religions around the world, but also accuses the Western Christians of attempting to destroy other races. From these things, we can tell that Shelley might want to challenge the inequality lying between western people and others. She gives us a chance of rethinking about the racial stereotype made by white people.
There are many examples in today’s world of white people treating others like Frankenstein’s monster. Non-white people have been discriminated against in Europe and America.
Harvard T.H. Chan School of Public Health reports that “Black Americans are 3.23 times more likely than white Americans to be killed by police.”
Malcom X is a good example. He was a leader of Nation of Islam in 1950s. The group was founded in Detroit in America in 1930, and tens of thousands of African Americans joined it. They considered white people as ‘devils.’ He said, “I am not interested in being an American, because America has never been interested in me.” Like him, they all felt marginalized in America, where white people have an authority. Fortunately, “revenge” that the monster in Frankenstein does to humans doesn’t happen. Instead, black people make their own community in countries where white people are majority.
In addition, black people connect each other on their phones. They say “#Black Lives Matter” to voice out their discriminated by other races. So, it is easier for people who are racially minority to live in other countries, comparing to people didn't have any social network.
However, since we can't change our look, is it possible to solve the racial problems? Why we judge others by their colour?
This book gave me a chance of thinking of “being look different.” The monster is unique and imaginary thing in terms of his strange looks. However, his “being look different” and “feeling marginalized” are the things that we have in our world. They are things truly exist across time and space.
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Awkward Confessions
Rowaelin Month- Day 1
Note: I didn’t edit this, so I hope it’s ok
Freshman year seemed to be going fairly well for Rowan Whitethorn. His classes weren’t that difficult, and high school wasn’t as scary as movies painted it out to be. On the plus side, he had just hit another growth spurt and now stood at 5’10. While 5’10 wasn’t that tall in the grand scheme of things, Rowan was ecstatic because that meant he was finally taller than his best friend Aelin Galathynius.
He met Aelin at school when they were eight and became friends almost instantly. It was hard not to be friends with Aelin, especially when she made it her goal to befriend someone, even a surprisingly stoic eight-year old. However, having met when they were eight meant that they had a constant competition to see who was taller.
In the sixth grade Aelin took the lead for two years, having hit 5’5 by the time she was eleven making Rowan desperate to catch up. She thankfully seemed to tap out at 5’7 when she was thirteen which gave him a chance to catch up. Now at fifteen Rowan was a solid three inches taller than her, and he was very proud of that fact.
One of Rowan’s favorite things about Freshman year was that he shared three classes with aforementioned best friend who he was now taller than. When he sat down for English class, Aelin quickly dropped to the seat beside him, and gave him a long-suffering look, one that he took to mean that she was not happy about being up so early.
Rowan bit down a grin as he looked back over at her, conveying silently that she would be fine. The rest of the class settled into their seats as the bell rang, not so quietly waiting for the teacher to begin.
Ms. Phillipa started with her usual daily announcements, quickly followed by reviewing last night's homework, and finally into the lesson plan for the day. The whole class gasped when it was announced that they would be working on a group project for the remainder of the week. Most were excited, a few, including Rowan, were dreading it. They would be working in groups of four, and he didn’t like the fact that his grade rested on the work ethic of other people.
Ms. Philipa released the class to partner up and discuss how the other characters in the play caused the downfall of Romeo and Juliet. The good thing about having a super social best friend is that Rowan didn’t have to work to find other people to work with, they came to him, or more specifically Aelin.
In the end it seemed like they would be working with Chaol and Dorian, he and Aelin didn’t even have to speak to know that they would be partners. It was one of the perks of having class with your best friend.
The group pulled their desks together to form a circle, reviewing the rubric the teacher handed them. Aelin seemed to have perked up considerably since the start of class, the unexpected group project probably improved her mood. Socialization and literary analysis is what Aelin lived for.
“Ok, let’s start by listing all the characters in the play, then let’s put them in order of importance of who we think had the greatest impact on the fate of Romeo and Juliet.” Rowan grabbed his book, and diligently began listing all the names, which Aelin then wrote down on a piece of scrap paper. Dorian and Chaol to Rowan’s annoyance didn’t seem to be helping out much, content to just whisper back and forth. This is why Rowan hated group projects.
Once they had listed all the characters they began to rank them. “Aham,” Chaol cleared his throat, blushing slightly. “I think Friar Laurence should be put first.” Chaol spoke, never once taking his eyes off of Aelin. Rowan looked between the two of them, trying to puzzle out what his intense look could mean.
Aelin however didn’t seem to notice, her focus entirely on the paper in front of her. Just when it looked like Chaol was going to say something else, the bell rang. The room was filled with the sounds of rustling papers and backpacks being zipped up.
Rowan waited for Chaol and Dorian to leave as he turned to Aelin. “What was that about?” He asked her.
“Huh?” Aelin asked, looking up, her long blonde hair hanging over her shoulder as she put her folder away.
“Why was Chaol staring at you like that?” He asked as Aelin stood up, and he followed her out of the classroom on the way to their next class.
Aelin’s eyes met his, before slowly looking away. “Oh, I kissed him at Lysandra’s party last week.”
“What.” Rowan asked, apparently loudly as half the hallway turned to stare at him.
“It was during a game of spin the bottle, it didn’t mean anything.” She sounded sincere, but she was blushing slightly, and refusing to meet his eye.
“If you say so,” Rowan replied dully, having a feeling of unease in the pit of his stomach.
. . .
The rest of Thursday went off without a hitch, but Rowan was on edge come Friday morning. He took his usual seat and waited for Aelin to sit down next to him.
Once again, she came into the classroom, sat in the seat beside him, and gave him an exasperated look. Her turquoise eyes met his, which held a ring of golden fire which he would never get tired of looking at.
“What’s that look for, Buzzard?” She asked him, a smile teasing her glossed lips.
“Huh?” Rowan asked, snapping out of his thoughts, and back into the present.
“You were staring.” She was fully grinning now, much to Rowan’s embarrassment.
“I wasn’t staring.” He snapped, although it was obvious he was. Aelin made a humming noise, just as Ms. Philipa started going over the day’s announcement. Rowan had never been more glad for class to start.
Unfortunately, the usual daily announcements didn’t take that long and they were soon dismissed so that they could continue working on their project. The class was even louder today than they were yesterday, as the students got into their groups and discussed plans for the upcoming weekend. The chatter of his classmates continued, as he and Aelin got to work moving the four nearest desks so that they faced each other.
Chaol and Dorian made their way to where he and Aelin were sitting, once again whispering between themselves. Rowan fought an eye roll as they sat down.
“So, Aelin,” Dorian began, wearing a sly smile on his face, “Do you have any plans this weekend.”
Aelin didn’t look up, she was too busy pulling papers out of her folder. “I don’t think so.”
“Well…” Dorian continued, smirking at Chaol. “I-”
“Let’s get started shall we!” Chaol spoke so loudly, that he almost yelled. The volume of his voice did, however, get Aelin to lift her head and look at the three boys sitting around her.
“Ok,” She said looking at Chaol and Dorian and then back to Rowan. “So you think Friar Laurence had the most to do with Romeo and Juliet’s outcome?”
So, they continued to work on their project for the remainder of class. Just when they were finalizing who they thought had the biggest impact on the story, the bell rang.
“Okay, class!” Ms. Philipa cried out as the students started packing their papers and binders away. “We will finish the Romeo and Juliet project next week. Have a great weekend.” Half the class had already left before Ms. Philipa was done speaking, but Rowan sat and dutifully waited for Aelin to finish packing up.
“Ready for the math test?” Rowan asked her as they exited the classroom.
“Ugh. No. Who is ever ready for a math test?” Aelin complained as they walked down the crowded hallway.
“I’m ready.” Rowan responded feeling confident in himself. “Some of us are good at math, Ace.” He winked at her, and to his utter astonishment, she blushed.
“Hey, I’m just kidding. I’m sure you’ll do great.” He didn’t mean to make her feel bad before her math test, he knew math was Aelin’s toughest subject, but she had been doing great the past semester. She was determined to get an A in the class, he knew she spent loads of time studying, looking up extra problems online so she could have extra practice.
“Aelin,” Chaol suddenly appeared in front of them, cutting off their route to math class. “I wanted to talk to you.”
“Ok,” Aelin responded. Chaol cast Rowan a glance, clearly not thrilled that Rowan was still there. Rowan didn’t really like Chaol, he couldn’t exactly put his finger on why, but it seemed like the feeling was mutual.
“I was wondering if you would like to go with me to Dorian’s party tonight?” Chaol asked, nervously stuffing his hands into his pockets.
Rowan suddenly tensed, he didn’t think he was breathing. Chaol was asking Aelin on a date. A date at a party at Dorian’s house. He guessed the kiss meant more than Aelin said it did. Why wasn’t she responding?
Rowan had calmed down enough to turn to Aelin to try and gauge her reaction. To his bewilderment, Aelin was looking at him.
Chaol sighed, drawing the best friend's attention to him once again. “Of course, you’re invited too, Rowan.”
“Oh, um. Rowan has family stuff on Fridays. Maybe some other time?” There was a slight flush on Aelin’s cheeks once again, Chaol seemed dejected as he stomped off down the hallway towards his next class.
. . .
Friday nights were family nights in the Whitethorn family. The Whitethorns were a huge family. His parents as well as quite a few Aunts and Uncles as well as half a dozen cousins lived in Orynth, while the rest of his family lived across the ocean in Doranelle.
That meant every Friday night the Whitethorns of Orynth would gather and have a family dinner. There was also a fair bit of chit chat and older relatives telling Rowan how much he had grown since the last time they had seen him. Which was ridiculous to Rowan because he was 15, not seven, and he had seen these family members the previous week.
To avoid this, Rowan headed straight upstairs when he arrived at his uncle's house. Thankfully, Enda was already there so he would have someone to converse with whom he actually enjoyed talking to.
Enda and Sellene were Rowan’s favorite cousins, they were the cousins who were the closest in age to Rowan, and they were very laid back. Enda was 16 and Sellene was 17 making them a Sophomore and a Junior respectively.
He groaned as he sat on Enda’s bed. Enda was too absorbed in his video game to observe much of what Rowan was doing. Rowan heard his phone ding, and he pulled it out of his pocket to check the notification.
It was a text from Aelin. Unfortunately for Rowan, his uncle called down that dinner was ready before he had a chance to read the text.
No phones allowed at the table was a strict policy in the Whitethorn family, Rowan knew better than to risk it.
Dinner was a monotonous event. When Rowan and Enda made it downstairs, Sellene and her parents had just arrived, as well as a flurry of his younger cousins who must have come in from the backyard. There was an old swing set from when Enda was younger that was probably neglected save for Friday nights.
“Hello fellow Whitethorns,” Uncle Tom, Enda’s father began, as he did every time they met at his house, “Thank you for making your way here on this fine Friday night, I just have one more thing to say.” He paused for dramatic effect, trying to draw suspense as if he didn’t say the same thing everytime. “Dinner is served!”
With that, everyone took their seats, and the food was passed around. Even though Rowan missed out on parties, and other extracurriculars where Aelin was apparently kissing boys, he had to admit that the food was fantastic. Roast chicken, garlic green beans, and mashed potatoes.
The conversation around him ebbed and flowed like any family dinner would. Rowan was enjoying himself, that was until Uncle Tom asked him a question.
“How’s school been, Rowan? How’s Aelin?” Uncle Tom had a low voice that boomed every time he spoke, so when Uncle Tom asked his question all other conversation at the table ceased.
“Um, good, she’s good. Everything’s good.” Rowan felt himself flush, he was never one to be the center of attention. It was odd having everyone’s eyes on him as he answered questions about his best friend.
“Asked her out yet, have you?” That was the wrong minute to take a sip out of his cup, he choked on his water, sputtering it up onto the table.
He could feel his face burn. “No. I don’t-we don’t like each other like that.”
His Uncle only hummed in reply, putting Rowan out of his misery. Dinner was uneventful after that.
Eventually, everyone finished with their food. One of his aunts got out a bottle of wine. That meant that dinner was officially over. Rowan gathered empty plates and began to bring them to the sink, where Sellene was washing the dishes.
It was a routine that has been well oiled throughout the years. Rowan would take the dirty dishes and silverware from the dining room to Sellene who would then wash the dishes and hand them to Enda who would then dry and put away. They worked quickly and silently. Diligently completing their tasks.
They soon finished and made their way upstairs to Enda’s room. Rowan had just reached for his phone when Sellen whirled on him.
“So, how’s Aelin?” Sellene asked slyly. Sellene had met Aelin before. The two of them got on like a house on fire. Continuously gassing the other up. The two of them had the same favorite pastime, teasing Rowan, so he guessed he really shouldn’t have been surprised about how well the two of them got along.
“Ugh. Why does everyone keep asking me that?” Rowan demanded. Two times in one day.
“Because you like her,” this time it was Enda. It was times like these where Rowan wished his family wasn’t so close.
“Not like that.” Rowan repeated. He was starting to get agitated. There was way too much talk of Aelin and romance today.
“So you’ve really never thought about Aelin that way?” Sellen goaded.
“Ha.” Enda laughed, before Rowan even had a chance to respond. “Of course he has. All I ever hear is Aelin this, and Aelin that. I bet he dreams about her being his girlfriend every night.”
“No.” Rowan finally exploded. “I try not to think of Aelin that way.” Both of his cousins turned to him with raised eyebrows. Crap. He just noticed his slip up. He had been forcing the thought of Aelin and him together out of his head for months now.
“It’s just-she’ll never think of me like that. So I try not to think of her,” Rowan paused, “you know, like that.” He was not making this any better for himself. He had dug himself a hole he didn’t think he would ever be out of.
“So how long have you not been thinking of her like that?” Sellene asked pointedly, her pine green eyes boring into Rowan.
“Um. A few months,” Rowan replied bashadly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I think she knows, though. I think I made it worse.” Rowan sighed. “She’s been acting differently around me recently, so I just try not to think about it. Try to make everything normal.”
“Did you ever think that maybe she liked you too?” Sellene asked exasperatedly, sitting on the bed next to Rowan. Rowan’s heart began to speed up, could she possibly?
“Of course not,” Enda snorted, stopping Rowan’s heart dead in his chest, “she’s going out with Chaol.”
“What? How did-” Rowan was so caught up in his feelings for Aelin that he didn’t even realize that Enda had his phone, or remember the message Aelin sent him right before dinner. Rowan lunged for the phone in Enda’s hands, “Let me see that.”
Rowan took back his phone, and looked desperately for the message. All hope left him when he read the text.
“Turns out I am going with Chaol to the party at Dorian’s” accompanied by a nervous looking emoji.
Sellene grabbed his phone, wanting to see for herself. Rowan took a deep breath in and let it out, trying to calm himself down. He took another breath, hoping the second time would actually work to calm his nerves.
“It’s for the best,” Rowan exhaled loudly. “She’s my best friend. She’s funny and stubborn, and so strong. I probably just would have messed it all up.”
Enda snorted again. Rowan was really starting to hate that sound. “You sound like you’re in love with her.”
“I am.” He didn’t know that until he spoke the words out loud, but they were true. Rowan Whitethorn was in love with Aelin Ashryver Galathynius and she was on a date with another guy.
“Rowan.” Sellene snapped at him, which he thought was rather harsh considering what Rowan was going through. He thought he deserved to mope in peace. “Will you get your head out of your ass and realize maybe she’s been acting strangely because she likes you too?” She dramatically sighed, and collapsed back onto Enda’s bed. “God you’re an idiot.”
Rowan was starting to get pissed. “I’m sorry! She’s on a date right now, with another guy. What about that to you screams that she might like me too?” He got a little too heated, and worked to lower his voice again.
“Yeah, and she clearly seems thrilled about it.” Sellene said with an eye roll. “How about you actually tell her how you feel before she goes on the date, let her know that you’re an option.”
Rowan considered it. “What am I supposed to do? Call her? The party starts in half an hour.”
“I have an idea,” Enda suddenly perked up. Rowan groaned, this was not going to be good.
. . .
Enda was very careful when backing the truck out of the driveway. They sat there holding their breath, careful not to make a move unless it broke Enda’s concentration as he backed down the steep driveway.
“I don’t understand why you couldn’t drive,” Once they were on the road Rowan turned to look at Sellene who was sitting in the back seat.
“It’s my plan, I’m driving,” Enda said firmly as they made their way out of the neighborhood. “Besides, it's my dad’s truck we took. If you wanted to steal a different family member’s vehicle then Sellene could drive.”
Rowan groaned, “But you don’t even have your license.”
“I have my learners permit, that’s all I need.” Enda replied, way too casually, “Besides Sellene’s a licensed driver, so we have a licensed driver in the car. That’s all we need.”
Rowan sat in tense silence the rest of the way to Aelin’s house, directing Enda on which turns to take until they finally made it to Aelin’s house.
Enda parked the car, and both Enda and Sellene turned to look at Rowan.
“What?” Rowan asked self-consciously.
“It’s time to make your move, Prince charming.” said Sellene with a small smile. With that Rowan made his way out of the pickup truck, down the driveway to Aelin’s front door.
He stood there for a minute trying to work up the nerve to knock on her door. Apparently Rowan was taking too long, because Enda decided to honk the truck’s horn to hurry him up. The honking must have alerted someone inside the house, because the door was opening to show an angry looking Rhoe.
Once Rhoe took in that there was actually someone standing at the door, he visibly relaxed. “What can I do for you, Rowan?” Aelin’s father asked, a slow smile making its way onto his lips.
“Can I see Aelin please?” Rowan asked, trying to seem more confident than he actually was.
“Sure,” Rhoe held the door open. “Why don’t you come in?” Rhoe gave Rowan a knowing look, before he walked up the stairs to retrieve his daughter. Fuck, did everyone know how he felt?
After waiting for what felt infinitely more than the thirty seconds it probably was, Aelin appeared at the top of the staircase. “Rowan?” Aelin asked, surprised, as she made her way down to where Rowan was standing.
“Hey,” Rowan said, trying and failing to smile. He moved his hands into his jean pockets, unsure as to what he would say now that he was actually here.
“What are you doing here? Is everything okay with your family?” Aelin asked worriedly.
“Um, yes. I mean everything’s fine. I just wanted to talk to you.”
Aelin sighed in relief. She crossed her arms across her chest, and tilted her head to the side. “What do you want to talk to me about, Buzzard?”
His time for nerves was over, it was now or never. “I just realized I’m desperately in love with you. You’re smart and you’re strong, so funny and my best friend. I know I might be screwing everything up, but I just needed you to know.” He waited with baited breath for her to respond, when she didn’t he turned to leave, certain he had just ruined their friendship forever.
Rowan felt her hand grab his arm. “You’re such an idiot,” she told him. Rowan recoiled back. “I love you, too. I’ve been waiting for you to ask me out for what seems like forever.”
Rowan couldn’t believe his luck. She was in love with him, the most wonderful girl he had ever met was in love with him. Rowan was sure he was probably staring at Aelin, dumbfounded, but she didn’t seem to mind.
She rose on her tiptoes, placed her hands on his shoulders and kissed him. It took Rowan all of .3 seconds to begin to kiss her back. He put his hands around her waist and brought her body closer to him. Her lips were soft, and she let out a soft moan when his tongue entered her mouth.
They eventually pulled away from each other, still breathing heavily. “Wait,” Rowan said, his hands still on Aelin’s waste. “If you liked me all this time, why are you going out with Chaol tonight.”
“Oh,” Aelin said, looking nonplussed, “Chaol convinced Lysandra and a few other people to all carpool to Dorian’s.”
“So not a date?” Rowan asked, bringing her closer.
“Definitely not a date,” Aelin said as she brought their lips together once again.
#Rowaelin month#rowan whitethorn#rowaelin fanfiction#aelin ashryver galathynius#aelin galythinius#rowaelin#dorian havilliard#chaol westfall#lysandra ennar#throne of glass#tog
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I wanna get this season done so I can watch the 2nd either later tonight or when I’m in New York for a few days (god, I gotta wake up early tomorrow.) I lied, NOW two more episodes left!
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* OH GEORGIE!!! You’re looking great, babe!
* Do you think with remembering, she would also see faces??
* Boyfriend makes boyfriend chicken soup while recovering. You love to see it!
* So are you gonna give him the actual diagnosis, Hanni? That’d be nice, don’t you think? Not lying to your old buddy, Will?
* THE WAY MADS PAUSED WHEN WILL SAID THAT GEORGIA DOESN’T WANT TO RECOVER BECAUSE SHE’S TOO SCARED TO REMEMBER!!! AND WE KNOW HE DOESNT WANT THAT BECAUSE he killed that doctor!!!!!!
* HANNIBAL LECTER, THAT IS A VICIOUS WAY TO KILL THAT POOR GIRL!!! & SO UNLIKE YOU!!!
* Oh god please don’t tell me Jack is going to make him SEE GEORGIA’S DEATH!!!
* So, did the comb burn up??
* Oh Freddie Lounds, we allllll know who killed Nick.
* Freddie, YOU COULD NOT BE MORE WRONG!
* Wonky walking Georgia is wonky. Weird whispers not appreciated.
* SEE? AGAIN?? ANTLERS?? THE STAG?? WILL, YOU HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH HER DEATH!!!
* OH MY GOD LAURENCE FISHBURNE! WILL IS RIGHT, HE’S MAMING THESE CONNECTIONS BECAUSE THEY’RE THERE! AND HANNI ISN’T INTO IT BECAUSE he killed all of them!!!!
* BEDELIA! OH THIS IS WINE MILF TIME YESSSSS!!!!
* “I have a question about a patient of yours.” Which one, Laurence? Pick them out of the list that hold a single name, why don’t you.
* Bedelia, honey, you’re shaking.
* GOD WINE MILF LOOKS SO GOOD! RED BLOUSE, THAT HAIR & WHITE WINE!
* She deadass said “stay out of Will’s business, Jack.”
* Abigail. William.
* “Feel like my dad’s still out there.” Ask that to Will’s subconscious, Abby.
* BEDELIA! Is this the break up? No no, that’s the “I think you’re dangerous” scene.
* Hanni is standing taller than usual.
* He won’t maintain boundaries, Bedelia. YOU KNOW THAT!
* Hannibal looks SO UNCOMFORTABLE WITH WILL IN THIS MEETING! So far away from him.
* I mean, it makes sense. He WAS the killer, after all.
* HANNIBAL LECTER, WHY ARE YOU PINNING THIS ON WILL??? I KNOW WHY! BUT I HATE IT!!! BUT I LOVE IT?? YGHHHHH
* The way Mads SHIFTS as Jack leaves after implanting this in him. He sits up a bit straighter, almost proud of himself.
* Don’t lie to the girl & yourself, William.
* WILL IS A SMART MAN, ABIGAIL!
* WILLIAM, MY POOR BABYYYYY!!!
* GOOD GIRL!!! NOW SHE’S USING THAT BRAIN OF HERS!
* So all of this was to satiate Hannibal’s curiosity? If murder is hereditary?
* He’s gonna kill her viciously, isn’t he?
* THAT’S IT??? OKAY, LAST ONE HERE WE GO!!!!
I really do love how when you're especially mad at Jack, you call him "Laurence Fishburne" 😂
Yep, wonderful acting across the board, especially with Gillian and Mads (yeah I think Gillian might just be shorter than him.. and Hugh, as you'll see in season 2)
And, oh god, what happened to Georgia just killed me... Hanni really is a douchecanoe, isn't he?
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Before we start, I wanna clear some things up.
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Lore- Logan
Dusk- Lewis
Gen- Len
Speck- Lex
Ocarina- Lee
Mask- Lloyd
RGBV- Red = Lucas, Blue= Liam, Vio = Luca, Green = Levi
Sketch- Laurence
Realm- Lincoln
Wind- Linus
Steam- Lucius
Shadow- Lance
Oni- Lazlo
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SS Zelda- Zinnia
FS Zelda- Zoe
MC Zelda- Zoey
OoT/MM Zelda- Zara
TP Zelda- Zahra
FSA Zelda- Zariya
LTTP/OoA/OoS/LA Zelda- Zyunko
LBW Zelda- Zendaya
LoZ/AoL Zelda- Zelda
WW/PH Zelda (Tetra)- Zayomara
ST Zelda- Zia
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His eyes opened widely, hair clinging to him as a thick layer of sweat dripped down his face. Staring blankly at the ceiling, he felt his hands gain life, raising them to his face and wiping what he could away before sitting up and gripping his sheets.' The same one again…' he thought to himself, wiping his face dry and getting down from his bed. He blinked his eyes rapidly, stumbling his way to his bathroom. Opening the door, he made eye contact with the mirror. Heavy bags laid below his eyes, his dyed pink hair messily laid around his head and his shirt hung loosely on his shoulders. Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and released the air. He opened them again, staring at himself in the mirror. "So, the audition is today…?" He asked himself. He flinched as he felt fur collide with his leg and small purrs emitted from the animal.
Turning behind him, he saw a kitten rubbing its face. "Snow, you scared me", he said, bending down and petting the cat.
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Breathing heavily, hands shaking and sweat dripping down his face, Logan turned the knob of the large building door and entered, eyes closed tightly. "Hey!" Logan flinched, as an average height pale skinned brunette walked towards him. "Are you here for the auditions?" They asked, clipboard in hand, pencil tucked behind their ear. "Y… yes, my-my name is… Lo-Logan Lore…" he muttered out silently, his voice drowned out by the busy room and loud speaking. The brunette still nodded, carefully taking him to a separate room and closing the door, the sounds from the previous room drowned out. "Now, repeat your name, please? I couldn't hear it too well." They said slowly, sitting behind the desk at a far side of the room.
Logan took measured steps forward and sat down at a chair near the desk. "Logan Lore" he said a bit louder, eyes darting across the room. "Can… can anyone-" he was cut out by the brunette shaking their head. "No, they can't hear us. You don't have to be afraid here, I'm the only one here."
Lore tried to speak but his throat felt clogged up, stammering and stuttering, gibberish flowing from his mouth, rather than words.
"I'll start then, to give you some time to breathe." They said, sitting down in an office chair just big enough for two people. Logan decided to sit down in one of the normal school chairs present in the office, taking note of how this looked like the principal's office in a highschool. "My name is Charlotte Chai," they started off, hand extended for a hand shake, round green eyes staring softly at him. He shook their hand, only lasting a few seconds before they let go. "I'm the director of the show we're making here." He nodded and held up a flier. The audition flier. "I guessed as much," they said, smiling. "What did you say your last name is?"
"Lore…" he muttered out.
"I see. You wanna go over the lines, see if you're fit for any roles? Or would you like some tea first?"
"Tea…" he muttered out again, moving his chair closer to the desk. A knock sounded from outside and Logan ducked his head just as a child, no older than 13, entered, some pastries in hand. "I made everyone snacks"
"Ah, thank you Lincoln, you can leave them right there." The child, Lincoln, nodded and set them down, closing the door before leaving again. Logan peeked at the plate of pastries and saw some sword and shield shaped cookies. He chuckled silently. "You want to try one?" Charlotte asked, which scared Logan. "I… sure." He said, not looking at Charlotte. He quickly nabbed a shield from the plate which made Charlotte laugh a bit. " It makes sense you picked a shield." "Huh?... Why?"
"Because you've been hiding from me the whole time you sat here."
Logan flinched a bit and looked down, muttering apologies, which caused the brunette to laugh a bit more. "It's alright, I'm not judging. Just an observation." They said, grabbing a cookie from the pile. "How good are you at acting?"
"I'm not", Logan answered.
"Why are you here then?"
"I… I wanted to see if I'd get the part." He paused. "Make some friends."
"Well, if that's all, you can go outside. There are 16 people, a good majority of them are children, and they're the ones who see if you should or should not be in the show. Well, mostly Lewis and Lance."
Logan felt his stomach drop and he slowly stood up, shuffling to the door. Before he could open it, he heard the rattle of the door knob and the door flung open, slamming into him and, due to the heaviness of the door, getting thrown into the wall.
The air was knocked from his lungs and he gasped for air. He slid down the wall, clutching his chest; he was pretty sure he cracked a rib or something, and he could feel the blood - or was it snot?- dripping down his nose. "Oh gosh, I'm so sorry!" Someone said from the door. He could hear Charlotte run over from their spot on the desk, another voice come from behind the door, more angry- was it at him?- but he couldn't understand what he said. He blinked his eyes a couple of times and his eyes managed to focus, ears ringing slightly.
"Y… ok?"
He nodded once and held his head, a bump was already starting to form.
"That was a bad throw, Lewis be more careful next time" Charlotte scolded a tall man; no, he only looked tall. Lore could stand beside him and be taller, even if by a bit. He felt a hand on the back of his head, Charlotte's hand, he recognized it from earlier, and then his forehead was rested on said brunette's shoulder. Warmth crept up to his face, cheeks dusted in a light pinkish hue. He felt slim fingers play around with his hair and he flushed even more, his entire face burning up even more. He tried to speak, his voice trapped, but Charlotte seemed to understand. Soon he heard sirens, an ambulance, most likely, and he counted the seconds before a doctor showed up.
He couldn't hear what the doctor was saying too, well, Charlotte was expressionless the whole time, so even then he couldn't read their body language. He just hid behind his turtleneck sweater and waited for the day to end already. He hid and waited. And waited. Soon enough he got bored of waiting, thinking of ways to pass the time. Back at home, Snow was being taken care of by his roommate, whom he hadn't been able to see in several days but he knew he'd pass by; he'd leave small post it notes with words of encouragement and little doodles on the front page of his notebooks- he almost always used the art one, whether it was hidden away in Logan's closet or not. He could never say he hated his roommate, but they didn't spend that often together. Logan would always hide away while Ravio- was that his name or was it something else?- had been outside making him breakfast and then heading to work.
How was he doing? Was he ok? Did he need help? Maybe he did and Lore was here, sitting in a comfortable chair in his boss' office with 3 stitches and a bandage on his head.
"I came as fast as I could-" Ravio came charging in, he had not dressed properly, his hair was disheveled, Snow sat on his hoodie pockets, the small teacup cat purring softly in her sleep. Logan gasped happily and scooped up his kitten, petting her as she positioned herself again, small ears twitching slightly. He could hear the muffled noises of Ravio talking to Charlotte. He didn't focus on them, his kitten was here, that's all he needed.
For now…
#dimensional links#Logan Lore#Lore#Lewis Dusk#Dusk#Implied Changeling#yes they get a tag#DL#Riley Ravio#Ravio#BehindTheScenes:DL#BTS:DL
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Michael Sheen, 39, was born in Newport. He studied at the National Youth Theatre of Wales, the Bristol Old Vic Theatre School and Rada. He left Rada early to appear opposite Vanessa Redgrave in the West End production of When She Danced. He has twice played Tony Blair: in Stephen Frears' 2003 television film The Deal and in Frears' 2006 movie The Queen. He will appear as David Frost in the film Frost/Nixon, which opens next month; he has also played him on stage in London and New York. Sheen has a daughter, Lily, with his ex-partner, the actor Kate Beckinsale. He is based in Los Angeles.
When were you happiest?
When I'm with my daughter.
What is your earliest memory?
When I first wrote my name.
Which living person do you most admire, and why?
Some anonymous Red Cross worker in a war-torn area no one will have heard of.
What is the trait you most deplore in yourself?
Not living up to what I believe.
What is the trait you most deplore in others?
Lazy thinking.
What is your most treasured possession?
My books.
Where would you like to live?
London: the greatest city in the world.
What would your super power be?
Shape-shifting.
What makes you depressed?
Not being creative.
What do you most dislike about your appearance?
I would like to be taller, thinner and more rakish looking.
Who would play you in the film of your life?
I would.
What is your most unappealing habit?
I am very impatient.
Cat or dog?
Dog. My tragedy is that all I want is a dog and yet I have been cursed with cats all my life.
What is your favourite smell?
My daughter when she's just come out of the bath.
What is your favourite word?
Discombobulated.
What is your favourite book?
The Hero With A Thousand Faces by Joseph Campbell.
What is your fancy dress costume of choice?
Alex from A Clockwork Orange.
What is the worst job you've done?
Picking up litter from the side of a motorway at 6am, while it was freezing cold and pouring with rain. I was 17.
If you could go back in time, where would you go?
Elizabethan England: I would want to meet Shakespeare.
What is the worst thing anyone's said to you?
I've obviously totally repressed it and one day when I'm standing on the top of Tesco shooting at strangers with a rifle, I will suddenly be shouting it out.
What is your guiltiest pleasure?
Listening to music that is considered very uncool, such as ELO and Enya.
What do you owe your parents?
Everything, really. My dad is a Jack Nicholson lookalike and a frustrated performer, my mother's into reading and poetry. I suppose the thing I owe them most is my confidence.
Who would you invite to your dream dinner party?
Carl Jung, Joseph Campbell, Laurence Olivier, Albert Einstein, Buster Keaton and Stephen Fry.
Which words or phrases do you most overuse?
I think I say 'wow' too much.
What has been your biggest disappointment?
Welsh rugby since the 70s.
When did you last cry, and why?
This sounds incredibly pretentious - last night reading Shadowplay by Clare Asquith, which is about the coded politics and hidden beliefs in Shakespeare's plays. I cried when I read about him finishing The Tempest and having to stop doing the thing he most loved in the world.
How do you relax?
Reading.
How often do you have sex?
As often as I can.
What is the closest you've come to death?
I had a near-death experience when I was 24. It's a very, very long story.
What single thing would improve the quality of your life?
Seeing my daughter more.
What song would you like played at your funeral?
The End by the Doors.
Where would you most like to be right now?
Nowhere other than where I am.
Tell us a secret
After today, I have no clean underwear left.
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My Beloved Intended (Part 5)
Valerie finds comfort in a secret, late night rendezvous while Johnny contemplates his next move, not realizing that he can't stop thinking about her.
(Regency AU | V / Johnny)
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Everything else in the world always found a way to melt away whenever she would come here. The backstreets that lead to Calhoun's were always dark with a golden glow. The lights and candles burned bright to keep the rather unusually lively street illuminated. This was one of the few places that Valerie could go without anyone batting an eye, for everyone went here for discretion.
Calhoun's was not a place one would go if they were truly proud of their actions. Here, one would see men gambling away to their heart's content, people keeping improper friends company, women getting a chance to meet with those they truly loved.
After all, that was why Valerie had come here, was it not?
Calhoun's was not an establishment she would have liked to frequent, but the many rooms that it provided were available either for temporary use, or for rent. She would not come if her dearly beloved did not reside in one of them. After all, it was the best thing he could find that did not leave him out in the street.
Tugging her hood down low, Valerie walked right into the establishment and paid no mind to the people around her. The entire chamber was raucous with laughter and mirth, the aromas mixed with barley, fading perfumes and sweat. The ground she walked on was rather sticky and she dared not wonder why. Men spoke loud and free around round tables, women sat beside whomever they wished, and the room was free.
Moving past the crowd, Valerie walked right into a long corridor lined with doors, each one numbered. The moment her eyes landed on '23', she knocked on it a few times and waited. Her heart was in her throat and her hands constantly tugging at one another. A metal click sounded before the door swung open.
In front of her stood a man with golden skin a touch darker than hers, with deep Auburn hair and a full beard. He stood a good head taller than her, wearing a loose white shirt and black pants. His hands and thighs were stained with a myriad of colors in smears of paint. What was a frown turned into pleasant surprise as Valerie pulled back her hood—and smiled.
With a playful growl deep in his throat, he reached forward and wrapped his arms around her waist and ass, picking her up effortlessly. Valerie shrieked with laughter, holding onto his shoulders as he carried her inside. The man kicked the door closed without looking and without effort, slowly sliding her down against his body and to the ground. Sparing a short glance at one another, they soon broke the distance and kissed deeply. Valerie sighed against his lips, parting only slightly but still holding on.
"My love, what a wonderful surprise," he breathed against her mouth. "You had not told me you would be visiting tonight."
It was posed as a question, so she nodded. "I'm sorry, Laurence. I needed to see you, it's... Been a difficult day."
"Then let me ease all your troubles for you." When she looked up, she saw him looking so intently into her eyes. A single finger traced along her cheek as Laurence tilted her head up for him.
Kissing her lips once, he moved his lips to her neck and began with soft, small pecks. Valerie shut her eyes and moaned against him, fingers wrapping tight around his shirt. "I don't have a lot of time, love. You needn't worry about haste."
It was as though she had unleashed a torrent, a hurricane, as Laurence proceeded to heed her words immediately. He picked her up, walking over to his desk and swiping a large portion of the paints and brushes on it clean off. She tried her best to kiss him when she could, feeling his hands roam across her body, down her thighs and calves. He bunched up her skirts in his fists, pulling them up as high as he could so that he could reach her.
Valerie pulled on his shirt and grasped tightly at the feeling of his fingers stroking along her opening. He looked at her, smiling as he saw the pleasure bring a splash of pink across her cheeks. Oh how she wished she could undo her blasted corset right then so that he may do with her chest as he pleased. Still, this would have to do.
Shutting her eyes, she tilted her head back and allowed herself to enjoy all that he did to her. He truly had a way with his hands and those full lips of his. As she felt his finger slip inside her, joined by another as his thumb pushed and nudged against her little nub, she leaned back against the wall and allowed herself to moan. As loud as she needed to, she moaned and called his name, hips grinding into his hand.
A vision fell into place as she wondered what those wonderful lips might feel like along her thighs, across her belly, between her legs. She wondered if he knew how to do whatever it was that she saw John do to Lady Baxter. Val bit down on her bottom lip, wondering if it felt as incredible as Laurence's hand, as his gentle touch. She was about to open her mouth to ask him if he knew of the technique, when she felt him taking his position between her legs. She supposed she had waited a touch too long—he was already moving the tip of his length along her folds. My, was she that slick for him already?
With a slow thrust he was inside her again, his chest pressed against hers and his lips pressed into her neck. Laurence's fingers dug into her thighs as he rolled his hips into a slow and steady motion, softly moaning in whispers. "I've missed you, my love."
"I've missed you too, dearest," Valerie crooned into his ear, her fingers tangling into his lush curls.
Their movements soon turned urgent as she begged him over and over to make her feel good, calling his name in a way she knew would make his toes curl. He bit into her shoulder, her neck, her earlobe—gently enough that he wouldn't leave a mark but just enough to let her know he was enraptured by her.
Valerie did not care much about the rest of the world right then, but she particularly paid no mind to her intended. If he felt it was right to have his fun during their engagement, then by no means was she to stop herself. Letting Laurence hold onto her tightly as he let his own release wash over him, Valerie graced herself with her own fingers to allow her to do the same, almost in unison.
When their breathing became one and they gasped so desperately for air, she cradled his face in her hands and whispered sweet things to him as they kissed. He promised her of better days in between every kiss, and she loved him for it.
How could she ever love John this way? An even worse question that lingered, how could she possibly let go of Laurence to live her life with someone like John? How could he ever measure up to this kind of happiness?
He knew nothing of the word.
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Indeed he did not. For hours on end, Johnny spent his time indulging in the finest drinks when he was not smoking tobacco or tasting a woman between her legs. It was his vice as well as his release, coming to a place like this. It was the reason why his parents chastised him so, and yet he could not leave it behind. It was the one place he was allowed to do things unshackled by expectation or fear, with no repercussion.
In the end, though, all good things must come to an end. John had to remember what awaited ahead of him and had to remember that his job was to secure a wife. Not just any wife, but Valerie of all people. He supposed there could have been worse options. At least she was pretty. Beautiful. Beautiful enough in fact that he had not been able to stop imagining her in place of every woman he had been with that night. He wondered if she would make the same sounds that they did when tangled up in bed with him. He wondered if she would enjoy it, if he would enjoy it.
After all, he never quite liked bedding women whose virtues were unsullied. He never wanted to bear that responsibility. Still, he couldn't help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, the act of intercourse would have been pleasurable enough for them to at least tolerate one another.
Once he was well on his way home, he cursed at himself for allowing his inebriated and aroused mind to think such thoughts. She was merely a job, nothing more. A means to an end of a miserable life—of one sort, at least.
The most sobering thought of the night came to him on his way home. She was adamant about trying to end the proposal and separate from him. Johnny's leg bounced, betraying his anxiety as he continued to bite at his thumbnail—a recurring action of late. He did not stop until he felt it sting a little. Curses, he'd been at it too long.
He could not help it, though. Valerie was intent on parting ways with him, but he could not have that. Whether or not he liked it, his entire life depended on her happiness, and not in the way that she would have probably preferred.
He needed to figure out a way to appease her, to win her over. It might be the last chance at happiness he would get. With that, in the long carriage ride, he began to devise a plan that he would think about until morning light, knowing for certain that it would work.
He had no other choice.
#Cyberpunk 2077#smut#as well as#mentions of smut#angst#fluff#romance#v / johnny silverhand#Johnny Silverhand#my fics#regency au#valerie rose palencia
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so here are a couple more creepy susie headcanons, and a bunch regarding her family (put under a read more because I went kinda hogwild lol)
also here’s my last susie headcanon post in case any of y’all are curious
Susie
her full name is Suzette. most people just shorten is to Susie, but her parents almost always call her Suzette
despite the living standards in the Valley leading to lower life expectancies for its residents, Susie lives at least to her 100s
she likes listening to her mother’s record collection, which varies quite a bit in genre. As a result, she has quite a diverse taste in music
Parents
her parents’ names are Barnabé and Claudette Maloret
Claudette’s maiden name is Beaulieu
while Claudette is from France, Barnabé is from Quebec
Barnabé is still an albino midget, like in the book, but he’s more private about his crossdressing. most don’t even know about it lol
Claudette moved to Hill Valley with her wealthy parents when she was about ten years old, as they were driven out of France in a mini witch hunt, due to their supernatural abilities
at first they lived in the Hills, as they were still rather wealthy when they moved in. but they were quickly driven out by the residents in another mini witch hunt for the same reasons as above, and had to settle with the Valley, losing most of their wealth in the process
during her short stay in the Hills, Claudette became friends with Pickles, as she was the only one willing to approach her and show kindness to her. they got quite out of touch once Claudette was forced to live in the Valley, but once Pickles moved to the Valley they quickly caught up with each other, and are good friends to this day
to the surprise of the Valley residents, the toxic waste didn’t really affect Claudette or her parents, making them one of the few people in the Valley to not suffer any mutations
Barnabé, on the other hand, moved to the Valley as an adult
he was basically working in a very cheap/crappy traveling circus as one of their freak attractions. it was a miserable time, to say the least
he decided to quit after a gig in the Valley ended up being a total disaster (turns out a circus that mainly relied on showing off mutated freaks performing in a town full of mutated freaks was not a good idea)
shortly after quitting, he met Claudette. they took a liking to each other, and the rest is history lol
despite his odd appearance, Barnabé is honestly the most normal one in the family personality-wise, even being considered a bit milquetoast
Barnabé does a variety of odd jobs, usually ones that require someone of his size to accomplish (i.e., retrieving something from a small space)
Claudette is a funeral cosmetologist (she basically takes corpses and makes them look presentable for funerals)
she works from home. as a result the house is nearly constantly full of corpses
Lawrence
his name is actually Laurent, but it kinda morphed into Lawrence due to people forgetting and/or not caring to remember his name correctly. he never bothered to correct anyone, so Lawrence ended up sticking
his parents find this amusing, as Lawrence/Laurence is considered a feminine name in French
his perpetual squinting is a result of incomplete congenital achromatopsia (aka total color blindness), which has given him photophobia due to hemeralopia (the inability to see clearly in bright light)
as a result, he has a preference for dark places
his condition also results in nystagmus (involuntary eye movement), which isn’t really noticed by many people, due to his squinting
he likes to paint in his free time. his paintings are often monochrome and rather drab, due to his color blindness
has MASS syndrome, which has resulted in him being quite tall and having rather long limbs
his condition has also given him joint hypermobility (aka double-jointedness) throughout his body, making him really flexible (though he’s also prone to joint pain, so he doesn’t show his flexibility often)
he grows up to be a few inches taller than his mother
is one of the few Valley kids who isn’t really picked on all that much by the Hills kids. one reason is because he’s rather quiet and doesn’t bring much attention to himself, so they tend to gloss over him. another is that he tends to have a bit of an unsettling aura to him, making the Hills kids a bit more hesitant to target him
has a rather odd music taste. usually ambient and/or moody, and almost always monophonic. but he also listens to obscure stuff like Dvar
almost never seen without his cloak on. he’s able to pull things out of it that really shouldn’t be able to fit in there (sorta like a TARDIS lol)
Biff secretly has a crush on him lol
he’s never been seen speaking French, but he at least seems to understand it
he’s almost never speaks, but when he does, he sounds like Bruno Powroznik (WARNING: subject matter of video is not SFW)
Jeff
was made by Susie out of dust and other debris as a practice run for necromancy. so far, Jeff is Susie’s most successful project regarding necromancy
Jeff grows as he absorbs more dust and other various matter (think like katamari but nastier). Susie has to remove parts of Jeff every night to keep him at a manageable size
is very affectionate with other family members (especially Susie), but also extremely hostile towards outsiders. the family locks him in Susie’s room every time they have company over
#the oblongs#the oblongs...#creepy susie#i rlly went overboard with this#it really is easy when all you have are character designs lol#also can we please make biff x lawrence a thing?#i think it'd be rlly cute
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"Romeo, I must speak with you in private," the lady urged, and Romeo followed her to a nearby alleyway.
Benvolio watched as his friend walked away, a little curious, but respectful of his cousin's privacy. Mercutio, on the other hand, had no such qualms. The blonde royalty trailed after Romeo like a duckling, which caused Benvolio to sigh and follow behind him.
"Friar Laurence has agreed to marry us, you need only-" Benvolio could hear Romeo talking quietly, before Mercutio jumped 'round the corner.
"What's this about marriage? Romeo, truly you mustn't have fallen for this old woman?" When Benvolio finally caught up, Mercutio was grinning at a flustered Romeo, and the poor lady looked ready to smack the blonde.
Quickly stepping in front of his taller friend, Benvolio tried to break up the fight before it started. As well as learn more about this marriage.
"What I think Mercutio is trying to say is, 'you're getting married?'" Benvolio asked, lifting his arms ever so slightly as to stop the blonde from doing anything stupid. Which, of course, would do nothing to stop the man, but it's the thought that counts.
Romeo, for his sake, looked rather red, and could barely string two words together, much less form a sentence. The lady's face softened ever so slightly, and then explained the situation herself.
"Romeo wishes to marry Juliet, the only child of Lord and Lady Capulet," the lady said, as if that cleared everything up. Benvolio's eyebrows shot up, confusion marring his face. "They met last night, at Lord Capulet's masquerade party. They fell in love, and now wish to be married."
"Romeo…" Benvolio trailed off, staring at his lovestruck cousin. Well, at least its not Rosaline. But Rosaline would've been better then the fucking heir!
"Were you discussing wedding plans then?" Mercutio interrupted Benvolio's thoughts, setting a hand on his shoulder, gently pushing him aside so he could stand next to him. "May I be of some help? I do love weddings." Benvolio whipped his head to stare at Mercutio. Not fucking helping!!
The lady, meanwhile, glanced at the still-red Romeo, before turning to face Mercutio again. “Well, I suppose. I am Angelica, Juliet’s nurse, and currently her voice, as she cannot leave her home.” She offered her hand to Mercutio, who simply stared at it.
Benvolio, having more manners than his royal friend, quickly took her hand and bowed, kissing it lightly. “I am Benvolio Montague,” he said as he stood up again. “Romeo’s cousin. And the blonde lump beside me is Mercutio, kinsman to Prince Escalus.” He couldn’t help but grin when that earned him an elbow in his side.
“Now, what do you mean, wedding? I thought you liked Rosaline?” He asked, directing the last question at Romeo. The mention of Rosaline snapped Romeo out of it.
“Rosaline? Ugh, no. I simply followed your advice. I went to the party, I met a pretty girl, and I fell in love,” Romeo stated, rather matter-of-factly. As if it wasn’t a big deal that he just moved from one girl to the next. Although, knowing Romeo, it really wasn’t. Hopefully, though, this one would stick, especially since she seemed to like him back, and they were talking of marriage.
“Romeo. You know I love you, so don’t take this lightly. Are you sure about her? Absolutely, positively?” Benvolio asked, placing his hands on Romeo’s shoulders, staring him in the eye. That snapped the man out of his reverie.
"Yes, Benny. Of this, I don't think I could be more certain," his voice held such confidence, such love, that Benvolio could only sigh, and nod wearily.
Turning his head slightly, he looked at the nurse, Angelica.
"How can we help?"
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Later than day, as the three men and the Friar were waiting for Juliet in his cell, Mercutio struck up a conversation.
"You know," he drawled to the room, speaking to no one in particular. "This, wedding business is awfully exciting. Makes me almost want to get married."
Benvolio almost scoffed, but then tried to cover it up with a cough.
"Hmm? You have something to say, Benny?" His voice held a mocking tone, but as the royalty swirled to face him, his eyes held something Benvolio could not identify.
"Me? Oh, nothing," he said easily. Mercutio just raised an eyebrow. "Well, it's just the thought of you getting married," -and there goes the other eyebrow. "You could never settle down like that. You'd drop her within the week!"
"Oh yeah?" Mercutio sounded almost affronted. Against his better judgement, Benvolio nodded.
"You would get bored! You could never stick around that long!" Benvolio went on, trying to stay quiet. "In fact, I'm honestly surprised you haven't left Romeo and I yet. Are we just exciting enough?" At this, Mercutio almost look like he bit into a lemon. A bit of hurt seeped into his eyes, and Benvolio started to feel bad, at least until his eyes suddenly sparked with a mischievous light, he opened his mouth.
"Hmm, I suppose you're right, in some ways. Do you think you would be better, at marriage? You think you would last longer?" Mercutio taunted, a faint smirk on his face. Benvolio, as much as he didn't want to, fell for the bait.
"Yea, actually. I think I would. I can put up with anything. I've put up with you, haven't I?" Oh no. That was it. That was what Mercutio was looking for, based on the grin that quickly took over his face.
"Oh, so you wouldn't mind a little, wager then, would you?" His grin was almost devilish, and by god was it contagious. Benvolio was slowly smiling as he nodded. "Good. Then how about…" Mercutio trailed off, as he glanced around the room. Benvolio did too, remembering that they had company for the first time. Oops.
For their part, Friar Laurence and Romeo looked really awkward, and were entirely avoiding eye contact with the other two. Mercutio laughed loudly, startling them.
"Friar, you're free, right?" The man didn't even have time to answer before Mercutio walked over and dragged him back to Benvolio. "Marry us, please."
"Wait what?" Benvolio's eyes were as big as dinner plates, he was sure. Before we could continue, Romeo jumped in.
"Mercutio, what? Is that really such a good idea?" Romeo asked, glancing between the 3 of them. "Isn't that kind of rash?" The twin glares from Mercutio and Benvolio was enough to silence him.
"Now, as I was saying-" before Mercutio could finish, a soft voice spoke from the door.
"I'm sorry, am I interrupting something?" Turning, Benvolio watched as the most beautiful girl he had ever seen walked into the room, glancing around at the mess that was happening.
Romeo quickly threw himself at her, hugging her and calling her 'my darling', 'my love', and other sickly sweet pet names. That must be Juliet then.
"Not at all, no," Mercutio grumbled under his breath as he let go of Friar Laurence, who promptly went over to the happy couple. Mercutio just stood next Benvolio, watching as they got married.
At first, Benvolio was very uncertain about this, and Romeo's devotion. After all, the man was like a puppy, falling in love with whoever gave him attention. But just watching him with Juliet, Benvolio could tell that he was truly in love. It was very much meant to be.
As the Friar finished up his prayers, Romeo and Juliet shared a tender kiss. And then Benvolio heard sniffling from beside him. He glanced at Mercutio, who wiped a tear from his eye. Then he noticed him watching.
"Its beautiful, okay? Don't judge me," he huffed, turning his head away and crossing his arms like a 5 year old. Benvolio chuckled slightly.
"I'm not, I'm not. I just didn't take you for a softie." Benvolio explained lightly, nudging him with his elbow, eyes now watching the newly-weds. They were simply staring at each other, talking quietly.
It was quiet for a bit, as the Friar went about his other business, and the married couple were spending as much time as possible together before Juliet had to leave.
Then Benvolio heard a mumble from beside him. He glanced at Mercutio. The man was tucked into himself, like a turtle. It seemed almost wrong, somehow, that the usually loud and boisterous was acting, well, nervous.
"What?" He asked, wondering if he said anything at all or if he just imagined it.
"So?" The blonde said again, a little louder. Oh, so he did say something.
"So what?"
"Do you want to? You know…"
"Do what? I'm sorry, I'm lost"
Mercutio groaned. It seemed he was done with words, even though he didn't say very many. The royalty simply waved in the direction of Friar Laurence, and then gestured between the two of them. Oh. That.
"Oh." Bevolio suddenly felt very warm. Is it hot in here? We should open a window. Is there anyone windows? His thoughts rambled on, as he struggled to think of what to say. "Uh, sure? But what will the winner get?"
Mercutio seemed to expand a bit more. He stood up straighter, with a slight smile upon his lips. "I suppose that's up to the victor, is it not? I mean, when I win, I want to choose whatever. I. Please."
"You mean, when I win." Benvolio grinned, delighted to be bantering back and forth again. "I agree to that though. Whatever we want." He stuck out his hand.
Mercutio grinned back, and quickly shook his hand. "Oh Friar!"
The call once again startled the other people in the room who were not paying attention. Friar Laurence simply sighed and made his way over to them.
"Please join your hands," the Friar instructions, and they did just that. The man began to speak a long, low prayer, blessing this union and blah blah, Benvolio tuned him out.
All he could think about was oh god what is my family going to think and were Mercutio's hands always this soft?
"To seal this union, you must do so with a kiss," the Friar interrupted his thoughts, and that brought them to a startling halt. Oh yeah. Forgot about this part.
Based on his smirk, Mercutio didn't forget. He simply grabbed Benvolio's face and pulled him into a kiss. A warm, beautiful kiss that made him weak at the knees. Then before he knew it, it was over and he was simply staring in Mercutio's eyes and clutching onto his shoulders.
Oh no Benvolio thought, watching as Mercutio's eyes glistened, almost as if he knew what he was doing to Benvolio. This is going to be harder than I thought.
#bencutio#mervolio#mercutio#benvolio#romeo#juliet#romeo and juliet#r+j#my writing#m's writing#if anyone's curious#the characters are based on the ones from the 1968 movie#we watched it in class#as we were reading it#sooo#yea anyway i may or may not continue this#just depends on feedback and also inspiration#not many people even read r+j let alone ship mercutio#but a girl can dream
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Michael Sheen Q&A (2008)
Source
When were you happiest?
When I'm with my daughter.
What is your earliest memory?
When I first wrote my name.
Which living person do you most admire, and why?
Some anonymous Red Cross worker in a war-torn area no one will have heard of.
What is the trait you most deplore in yourself?
Not living up to what I believe.
What is the trait you most deplore in others?
Lazy thinking.
What is your most treasured possession?
My books.
Where would you like to live?
London: the greatest city in the world.
What would your super power be?
Shape-shifting.
What makes you depressed?
Not being creative.
What do you most dislike about your appearance?
I would like to be taller, thinner and more rakish looking.
Who would play you in the film of your life?
I would.
What is your most unappealing habit?
I am very impatient.
Cat or dog?
Dog. My tragedy is that all I want is a dog and yet I have been cursed with cats all my life.
What is your favourite smell?
My daughter when she's just come out of the bath.
What is your favourite word?
Discombobulated.
What is your favourite book?
The Hero With A Thousand Faces by Joseph Campbell.
What is your fancy dress costume of choice?
Alex from A Clockwork Orange.
What is the worst job you've done?
Picking up litter from the side of a motorway at 6am, while it was freezing cold and pouring with rain. I was 17.
If you could go back in time, where would you go?
Elizabethan England: I would want to meet Shakespeare.
What is the worst thing anyone's said to you?
I've obviously totally repressed it and one day when I'm standing on the top of Tesco shooting at strangers with a rifle, I will suddenly be shouting it out.
What is your guiltiest pleasure?
Listening to music that is considered very uncool, such as ELO and Enya.
What do you owe your parents?
Everything, really. My dad is a Jack Nicholson lookalike and a frustrated performer, my mother's into reading and poetry. I suppose the thing I owe them most is my confidence.
Who would you invite to your dream dinner party?
Carl Jung, Joseph Campbell, Laurence Olivier, Albert Einstein, Buster Keaton and Stephen Fry.
Which words or phrases do you most overuse?
I think I say 'wow' too much.
What has been your biggest disappointment?
Welsh rugby since the 70s.
When did you last cry, and why?
This sounds incredibly pretentious - last night reading Shadowplay by Clare Asquith, which is about the coded politics and hidden beliefs in Shakespeare's plays. I cried when I read about him finishing The Tempest and having to stop doing the thing he most loved in the world.
How do you relax?
Reading.
How often do you have sex?
As often as I can.
What is the closest you've come to death?
I had a near-death experience when I was 24. It's a very, very long story.
What single thing would improve the quality of your life?
Seeing my daughter more.
What song would you like played at your funeral?
The End by the Doors.
Where would you most like to be right now?
Nowhere other than where I am.
Tell us a secret
After today, I have no clean underwear left.
#michael sheen#in which Michael outs himself as basically a naughty Aziraphale#he relaxes by reading#most treasured possessions are books#and just fucks a lot#lmao#the fanfic writes itself
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Following the prompt sent by anon about jealous Anne, this is my take on it. Remember! This is pure fiction.
Coup de soleil
- @nottamedlioness
Princess Anne, the Princess Royal, the only daughter of Her Majesty the Queen was confused. She had been in London for two days now and she had not seen her lover. It had been 10 days since they last met as she was abroad. He was on duty, Anne knew, but it was weird since he had always made sure to have time for her either by visiting her, waiting for her in his office, or even calling her by telephone. Still lost in her thoughts walking down the corridor to her own office after a failed attempt to find Tim, the Princess heard his laughter. Quickening her pace, she followed the sound to the staircase where she finally found the Navy officer.
“There you are! I’ve been looking for you since yesterday and I couldn’t find you anywhere,” she said as soon as he came to her level.
“Your Royal Highness,” Tim greeted her with a head bow. Anne frowned and was about to tell him to drop the act since there was nobody around when a brunette woman stepped out from behind the equerry. Anne noticed that the young woman was not tall but the stilettos she was wearing made her a bit taller than Anne, but not as tall as Tim. She had hazel eyes, a slim figure and was smartly dressed. In short, she was beautiful. The stranger curtsied to her. “I fear it’s my doing Ma'am, I’ve kept Tim a bit busy the last couple of days,” she said while looking at Tim fondly with a smile. The latter only had eyes for the Princess.
“And you are?” Asked Anne haughtily, which earned her a raised eyebrow from her lover.
“I-I’m sorry Ma'am, I didn’t introduce myself,” the girl stuttered a bit but soon regained her confidence, “Jane Smith, I am a new apprentice at the Private Secretary’s Office and I’ll be shadowing Tim for the next two weeks as part of my apprenticeship.”
Anne looked at her from head to toe and was about to say something when Tim spoke.
“Did you need me for something Ma'am, you said you were searching for me?”
Anne tore her eyes from the girl and looked at him.
“Hmm… nothing important. But Commander, you should teach your apprentice that you have a title, it’s a proof of professionalism,” and she turned, leaving a stunned Tim behind and a blushing apprentice.
Closing the office door behind her, she sank into one of the armchairs fuming. So he was with her the last couple of days, and now she’ll be here for two weeks. Great. Bloody marvellous, Anne thought
The next day as Anne held an investiture, the Smith girl was there with Tim. Even afterwards she was following him like a lost puppy with big adoring eyes, which only made Anne’s fury escalate, especially as the equerry didn’t seem to mind the attention. Well, he may just be polite and maybe oblivious, Anne tried to reassure herself.
She busied herself with her work for the rest of the week, in and out of London. She made sure to avoid coming across her lover and his shadow, in fear of doing something she’d regret. So when Friday night came by, she stepped on her heart and called him at his house. She was sure he would be there for the weekend, but he didn’t answer. After a second thought, she called him at his office, and to her surprise, a female voice picked up. Her voice.
“Where is Tim?” Asked Anne, trying hard to mask the hurt in her voice. What was that bitch doing in Tim’s office at 7 PM?
“He is unavailable for the moment, may I ask who is calling?” The apprentice asked giggling.
“The Princess” said Anne coldly. She could hear the girl gulping.
“Oh! I’m sorry Ma'am, may I relay a message to the Commander?”
“No need,” said Anne, and hung up.
When the telephone rang later that night, she let it be. She knew it was him: no one called the direct line at that time except him. She didn’t answer, and it stopped after the third call.
The next day, Peter Gibbs, her Private Secretary, brought her some folders that she forgot in her London office, it happened sometimes so nothing was unusual except for one unmarked sealed big and thick folder.
“Peter, what is this?” She asked her Private Secretary indicating the folder.
“Ah, yes. I met Commander Laurence when I was coming out of your office yesterday evening, and when I explained to him you weren’t there, he asked if I could deliver it, as it contains something you asked for.” Gibbs said before leaving. She opened it and inside were a couple of magazines she usually stole borrowed from Tim, and a black cassette case with nothing to indicate the content. She closed the folder and put the cassette in a drawer to listen to it later, but with the children and the farm and Mark’s family visiting she forgot about it until Sunday night. Closing her bedroom door, she took the Walkman the children had gifted her for Christmas along with its headphones. When she opened the cassette’s case, she found a folded paper: ‘I had to search all over London to find this but you are worth it.’
The song that came when she played the cassette took her by surprise and put a soft smile on her face, eyes glittering with unshed tears.
J'ai attrapé un coup d'soleil
Un coup d'amour, un coup d'je t'aime
J'sais pas comment, faut qu'j'me rappelle
Si c'est un rêve, t'es super belle
J'dors plus la nuit, j'fais des voyages
Sur des bateaux qui font naufrage
J'te vois toute nue sur du satin
Et j'en dors plus, viens m'voir demain
I’ve been sunburnt, love-burnt and “I love you” burnt
I don’t know how, I need to remember.
If it’s a dream, you are really beautiful.
I don’t sleep anymore. I’m travelling
on boats that are cast away.
I see you naked on satin
And it prevents me from sleeping, come see me tomorrow.
Mais tu n'es pas là, et si je rêve tant pis
Quand tu t'en vas j'dors plus la nuit
Mais tu n'es pas là, et tu sais, j'ai envie d'aller là-bas
La f'nêtre en face et d'visiter ton paradis
But you’re not here, and if I’m dreaming too bad.
When you leave, I don’t sleep anymore.
But you’re not here, and you know I want to go there,
The opposite window, and visit your paradise.
As the song continued, the Princess hugged her pillow, crying, laughing and wishing she could be in the arms of her beloved, and if she kept listening to it on repeat, no one could blame her.
The next day, after a full day of engagements she opted to go to the palace instead of returning home directly. When she arrived at Tim’s office, she knocked at the door and went inside without waiting for permission. She found him standing by his desk explaining something to the apprentice.
“Miss Smith, if you can, study more of your plan and by tomorrow, you can explain why it can’t be applied for this specific engagement.” Tim said as he spotted the Princess. “We have finished for today and remember, no need to stay after hours”.
Smith curtsied to Anne and left the room in haste. The latter made sure to close the door after the younger lady, then approached her man who was leaning on his desk.
“Je savais pas que tu comprenais le Français,” I didn’t know you understand French, said Anne.
“Je peux me débrouiller un petit peu,” I can manage a little bit, was Tim’s response as he put his hands on her waist and held her close.
“Et combien de choses tu peux te débrouiller et que je ne sais pas d'eux?” And how many things can you manage that I don’t know about? Asked the Princess while stroking his face.
“Je préfère que tu découvres mes talents cachés toi-même, je ne veux pas que tu penses que je me vante” I prefer that you discover my hidden talents yourself, I don’t want you to think I am bragging, answered the Commander leaning into her touch. Anne smirked and whispered in his ear,
“S'ils sont assez bons comme ceux que j'ai découvert en première main, j'ai hâte à découvrir les restes” If they are as good as the one I discovered first hand, then I can’t wait to discover the rest.
Tim laughed at her and kissed her deeply.
“Tu sais tu es très mignonne et dangereuse quand tu es jalouse, tu as bien effrayé l'apprentie pour le reste de sa vie.” You know you are cute and dangerous when you are jealous, you gave the apprentice the fright of her life.
“Tant mieux ça lui sert bien, pour osé de t'appeler par ton prénom et glousser quand je t'ai appelé. Et je suis pas jalouse!” Serves her right, to dare calling you by your first name and giggling when I called you. And I am not jealous. She exclaimed, but a blush was tinting her cheeks and neck.
“Elle m'a dit qu'elle pensait que tu étais ma petite-amie, et elle a presque évanoui quand c'était “la princesse”“ She told me she thought you were my girlfriend, and she nearly fainted when it was “The Princess”, chuckled Timothy tightening his hold on his love who was burying her face in his chest.
“Mais je suis ta petite-amie, enfin, beaucoup plus ton amante” But I am your girlfriend, well, more of your lover, came the muffled reply. Tim pushed her a bit from his chest so he could look in her eyes.
“Tu est plus que ça. Tu es mon coeur, mon esprit, ma vie, mon amour et tout ce qui compte pour moi” You are more than that. You are my heart, my soul, my life, my love and everything that counts for me.
And with a fond smile, Anne kissed him.
“Je t'aime.” I love you.
“Et moi je t'adore” and I adore you, replied Tim with kisses of his own.
The link to the song “le coup d'soleil” by Riccardo Cocciante, I must admit that I like Vincent Delerm’s version better.
https://youtu.be/CIjqKL33TTE
If you read the translation of the lyrics you’ll understand why it fits for our favourite couple.
https://lyricstranslate.com/en/le-coup-de-soleil-sunburn.html-2
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#submission#i am unable to even#i have died#you have killed me#FEELS#BUT MAKE IT FRENCH#LE FEELS#no but fr this was so cute#some jealous anne#some romantic tol navy boi#au francais tho#send help#i love that you do song fics and this is definitely my fave#ANNE WITH A WALKMAN THO#i would like to see it#fannefiction#i will go down with this ship
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Laurence and Ludwig, vs, or and + (yep, I wanna know all three).
gib me characters plz [ACCEPTING]
“vs.” for who I think would win a fight
now now now. let’s see
as humans? ludwig, hands down. he’s more skilled in swordfights and i imagine him far taller AND buff than the vicar - especially with the fact that one of them is a hunter, and the other is more used to be protected than anything. despite his swordfight abilities and his eventual spells, Laurence has no chance to lay a finger on Ludwig...
...but as beasts, well. Laurence-”One-Shot”-The-First-Vicar wins. he’s far more destructive and animalistic
“or” for who I like better
ludwig i love you and i care you and your theme is by far the best in the entire game and you’re my dad but,,,, i have a disease called “i love bastards” so laurence is my fave,,,
“+” for how I ship them (platonic, familial, romantic, not at all)
while i don’t mind the romantic ship (again i can’t explain enough how cute they are when you write them,,,) but... i can’t not imagine them as a more familian kind of friendship for mine.
Laurence owes his life to Ludwig ever since they were children, and they spent most of their childhood on eachother’s side. they grew up closer than anyone else in byrgenwerth, and even if i can see them getting a little more estranged the more they grow up they still care for one another until the very end ;u;
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