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#I WILL NOT LET SONIC LOSE TO GENSHIN FUCKING IMPACT#PLEASE GO CAST UR VOTE#sonic frontiers#sonic#sonic the hedgehog#sth#the game awards#the game awards 2022
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A/n: u guys r gonna have to imagine alot w these pics 😭 but i wrote whos supposed to be who so it makes a bit more sense!!!!! THIS ONLY MAKES SENSE IF YOU READ THE FIRST BIT
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Prepare for the ‘Anastasia’ photo dump 😈
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tomblyth: yummy cake 🍰😋
↘️ y/n_y/l/n: i'm craving it so bad rn 🤤
user1: THE MOVIE WAS SO GOOD WTAF
user2: Y/n and Tom's on screen chemistry is insane...
user3: her smile in the second picture 🥹
user4: empress Marie was a slay
↘️ y/n_y/l/n: she honestly was
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this is what we gotta say to those who haven’t watched Anastasia yet 🖕🖕🖕 (we’re kidding)
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user1: how was filming in St. Petersburg??
↘️ y/n_y/l/n: had the best time of my life 🙈 St. Petersburg is so gorgeous.
user2: yesss feed us w more Anastasia bts please!!!
↘️ y/n_y/l/n: yes ma’am 🫡
↘️ user3: BAHAHHAHAAH
user4: everyone go watch Anastasia rn. It’s a masterpiece😟
user5: she’s so gorgeous it’s not fair
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pics of me eating the most 21st century food in my 20th century fits 😋‼️
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tomblyth: fun fact, I took ALL of these
↘️ y/n_y/l/n: 😂😂😂
user1: this is so funny to me LMAO
user2: the fits 🤌
↘️ user3: THEY WERE EVERYTHING!
user4: so this is what u guys do behind the scenes? eating?
↘️ tomblyth: yup.
↘️ y/n_y/l/n: pretty much!!
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‘Anastasia’ out now in the cinemas!!!! So incredibly grateful to have worked with such amazing and talented people, experiencing it with y/n made it even better 💗
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y/n_y/l/n: i’m tearing up…. It was so much fun, I’m going to miss everything about it 💔
↘️ tomblyth: gonna miss seeing u in ur costume 🥹 you looked absolutely gorgeous
↘️ y/n_y/l/n: awee I love u!!!!
↘️ user1: my parents r so adorable 😣
user2: third pic is everything!
user3: they did so good with the casting!
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St. Petersburg weather was smth else 🥶
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actorwhoplaysrasputin: it wasn’t even that cold y/n 🙄
↘️ y/n_y/l/n: says the person who wore 4 jackets in between takes 😟
↘️ actorwhoplaysrasputin: zip it.
↘️ user1: I love this duo 😂
actorwhoplaysphlegmenkoff: it was a pleasure to work with such young, talented actors like yourselves!!!
↘️ y/n_y/l/n: awee thank you actors name!! It was an honour to work with you!!
↘️ tomblyth: appreciate it man 🤝
user2: them casting actors name as Rasputin was the best decision ever. Can’t see anyone else for that role!
user3: this movie had such iconic actors and actresses 😭
↘️ user4: I just know this movie was expensive 😃
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Anastasia dump pt. 2974822? 😂
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user1: FIRST PIC HAHAHAHA
↘️ y/n_y/l/n: felt xtra cute so I had to 😛
↘️ user2: Tom not looking amused in the back 🤣
↘️ tomblyth: I’m used to it
actorwhoplaysvladimir: miss you guys!!!
↘️ tomblyth: you act as if we don’t live in the same street 🤣
↘️ y/n_y/l/n: literally walk the few steps and you’ll see us lol
user3: I can’t wait for more of your bts vids to come out on yt bc man they’re so entertaining!!
↘️ y/n_y/l/n: I’m posting a 30 min bts vlog tomorrow 😙
↘️ user4: YAYYY
↘️ user5: y/n has a yt channel and I haven’t heard about it?
↘️ user6: she’s had it since she was in high school 😭
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Can’t believe ‘Anastasia’ has been nominated for best film adaptation of books!!! Thank you everyone who voted :)
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y/n_y/l/n: THIS IS INSANEE AHHHH
↘️ tomblyth: 🥳🎉
themichaellockshin: 🤩🤩
actorwhoplaysnicholas: hell yeah!!
user1: they’re so cute omg 🥺
user2: actresswhoplaysdowagermarie is such a slay 😭
↘️ y/n_y/l/n: she literally is!
↘️ tomblyth: we love her!
↘️ user2: ahhh you both responded 😭
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Cheers again for the love and support for this movie!! To all the cast members I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, you are all such talented people and it was wonderful working with you all!
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y/n_y/l/n: thank you Michael ❤️ will never forget this experience :)
↘️ themichaelockshin: you and Tom were spectacular 🤩
tomblyth: what a journey we went through!
actorwhoplaysrasputin: miss you all!
actorwhoplaysolga: thank you Michael!! Filming with you all was a wonderful experience 🫶
user1: ice cream during the winter?
↘️ y/n_y/l/n: yup. What abt it 😛
user2: awe I love this cast sm
↘️ user3: literally the best cast
#tom blyth#fanfiction#tom blyth x actress!reader#tom blyth fluff#tom blyth angst#tom blyth imagine#tom blyth x reader#tom blyth x you#tom blyth x yn#coriolanus snow#the hunger games#coriolanus snow fanfiction#the hunger games the ballad of songbirds & snakes#social media#social media au#actress reader#actress au
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The Indian PM is asking for votes in the upcoming election by saying that voters shouldn't support the opposition leaders coz they eat........Non-vegetarian food.......
This isn't him relating environment problems and veganism/vegetarianism, but rather him campaigning that in a secular country only his party is the best because they follow the moral and vegetarian majority religion. Which is funny in itself since, except for North India, the rest of the Hindus in other parts consume all kinds of non vegetarian food items.
And to most people outside India, this vegetarian vs non-veg debate might seem foolish, but here it is proving to be the main election agenda now. A lot of people may think oh he's advocating for being vegetarian, that's great. But unfortunately not in this case coz his party which is filled with upper caste Hindus mostly use this argument of food choices to demonize minority communities in the country, they deny protein to poor children in the meals provided to them by the state in public schools, their supporters go and harass & have in many cases k-worded innocent people in name of 'Cow protection', force butchers who come from low income backgrounds to shut down their stores making them unable to earn even the meagre ammount that they do etc etc. So veg/non-veg in the case of Indian elections rn is so much more than just a debate on dietary choices.
So, no talks of education, health, economy, jobs etc this election season but rather cheap and completely nonsense topics during campaigning. And I wish I could call it satire, but unfortunately this is what the so-called largest democracy has come to.
This issue is just the tip of the iceberg of all the things that need to be changed in this country to take it back to where it was before this train wreck that the past decade has been and to start rebuilding it brick by brick.
The reason I'm posting this today is that, I want to request anyone who's eligible to vote in India to PLEASE GO VOTE! exercise ur right. Don't let anyone tell you that your voice doesn't matter coz it does. And it's never been more essential for you to make use of Article 326 and cast your vote. It is ur fundamental right.
I don't think there could be a more appropriate time to ask you for this, as it is the 133rd birth anniversary of Dr. Ambedkar today, the father of the Constitution. The man who fought all his life to make sure everyone in his country had democratic fundamental rights. He gave you that Constitution that protects you and your interests and rights. The tip of his pen changed the world you live in today for the better. So please don't let that the sacrifices made by him or of all those in the Constituent Assembly, of all those who came before you go to waste. They gave this country their all, so you could have all the freedoms that you do today. They gave you a constitution based on liberty, equality, fraternity, secularism, socio-economic democracy etc to protect you, the citizens. And now, as these rights slowly get encroached upon, it is more important than ever before for you to assert these rights.
Go read the election manifestos of the parties and learn about the candidates fighting elections from ur constituency. Please make an informed choice. Don't go and vote for people on the basis of religion, caste, etc. Go and vote for that person who actually talks about the on ground issues you face, who has plans to make ur life, and the society you live in better. Who promises to give you the basic rights that you deserve, someone who promises not to infringe upon the fundamental rights as enshrined in the constitution, the one who talks about creating better employment, creating a robust health system, making sure every child in this country has access to quality education, someone who wants to create a safe space for women not just out in the world but also in the private sphere, someone who promises to work towards dealing with the problems of inflation & other economic problems you face, someone who wants to work towards dealing with the vast enomic disparities that exist across the board. Someone who wants to work towards providing safeguards for the most vulnerable people and communities, etc etc.
Go on the website of the election commission, check out the dates of vote casting in your area, mark that date, wake up that morning take ur voter id card and please go push a button on the machine at the particular booth you fall under.
Don't let people tell you that you are young, you don't know what you need, you shouldn't be jumping into political discourse, don't let them discourage you from exercising the most important right the constitution has given you. TRUST ME, YOU DO KNOW WHAT YOU NEED, POLITICS AFFECTS YOU TOO, THE GOVERNMENT POLICIES AFFECT YOU TOO, SO YOUR VOICE IS JUST AS IMPORTANT IN THESE UPCOMING ELECTIONS AS THAT OF THE OTHERS!
YOUR VOTE MATTERS. IT'S NEVER MATTERED MORE!
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A Trip to Greece
Charlie bushnell x Fem!Black!Reader
Fluff
Desc: Group trip w Dior,Luke,Walker,Aryan,Leah and etc.
WARNING: under the line is some slightly sexual remarks and Andrew being a hype man
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Y/n posted,
Y/n.y/l/n at the airport W gng but I had to take all the pics cuz I’m a photographer 😔
Leah.sava.Jeffries GIRL WDYM U HAD TO TAKE THE PHOTOS U WOULDNT LET US TAKE THE PHOTOS
⤴️y/n.y/l/n idk what ur talking abt girly pop
Charlie.bushnell I’m so sad I didn’t get a lot of pics of my fav girl at the airport
⤴️Andrew.Alvarez your so whipped
⤴️y/n.y/l/n your so single
⤴️Andrew.Alvarez your so mean bru 😭
Charlie.bushnell posted,
Charlie.busnell 😍😍😍
Tagged y/n.y/l/n
Y/n.y/l/n ik I’m beautiful 😌
Dior.Goodjohn MEOOWWWWW MEOWWW
⤴️Charlie.bushnell that’s my girl chill
⤴️Dior.Goodjohn shes Boutta be mine
Leah.sava.Jeffries SO BEAUTIFUL SO PRETTY JUST LOOKING LIKE A WOW
⤴️y/n.y/l/n TY BAEEEE
Dior.Goodjohn posted,
Dior.Goodjohn just wanted to say thanks for being my friends for all these years ❤️
tagged y/n.y/l/n
Y/n.y/l/n ty for being my bsf since kindergarten and taking me on this trip W u guys❤️❤️
⤴️Dior.Goodjohn Ofc❤️❤️
Charlie.Bushnell let me just save that photo 😍
⤴️Walker.Scobell creep.
⤴️Charlie.Bushnell let me love my bae in peace😭
Y/n.y/l/n posted on her story,
Desc: do you guys hear that purring?…
In the Gc
Leah: erm y/n what what that on ur story 🌚
Y/n: idk what ur talking abt
Charlie: sureeeeeeee 😉
Y/n: shut uppppp 🙄
Dior: y/n that story is so down bad ngl
Y/n: you guys are delusional I don’t know what your talking abt
Aryan: that was a very inappropriate story missy
Walker: ew Aryan don’t ever say missy again 🤮
WARNING: below this line is kinda badly written and in involves sexual remarks
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Private messages between Andrew & Charlie
Andrew: SHE WANTS U BROOOO
Charlie: IKK
Charlie: SHIT SHES CALLING ME
Andrew: TALK TO UR BAE GO GET THEM BUNSS
Charlie: 🌚 she’s a lot more than buns but ok Andrew ( I rlly want them buns)
40 mins later
Andrew: what round y’all on damn
Charlie: idk maybe 4th?
Andrew: I WAS JOKING BRO GROSS
The Gc
Leah: do u guys know what happened to y/n is I’ve been trying to text her
Dior: idk I’ve been trying to text and call Charlie to go to the gym but he won’t answer
Andrew: ik where they are🌚🌚
Leah:?
Dior:?
Dior: OHHHHHHH
Leah: OMD THATS SO NASTY
Andrew: no it’s not they are making love ❤️
Dior: are you 40 who says making love
Y/n: Leah why do u keep texting me I’m busy rn
Charlie: Dior do u still wanna go to the gym
Dior: Erm not anymore 😭
Y/n: u guys are so weird
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OMD THIS TOOK FOREVER TO MAKE I BEEN BUSY W SCHOOL (ms C please jump off)
ANYWAYSS TY TO ALL THE PPL THAT VOTED
And also please don’t ever request for me to make an smut abt the younger pjo cast because they are jnfact underage and that is illegal a wrong and I’d ask for others to refrain from making those types of stories abt them.
TY LOVE U BABESSS
(Also I literally didn’t know what to write for this 😭)
#black women#charlie bushnell#pjo cast#leah sava jeffries#dior goodjohn#andrew alvarez#walker scobell#th0tblckgrl writes
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Modern survivor seasons don't suck because of the advantages alone, which when given to the right players could create some very interesting moments. The problem is the casts these past 3 seasons post covid are abysmal. These people are SO honest with each other to the point of announcing advantages and idols?? People will literally go and idol hunt but not get votes bc theie team knows if they find it they'll tell everyone! There's no gameplay! If you gave an extra vote or Inheritage advantage to Sandra, Todd, Cirie, etc they'd win off that shit! People are so petrified of acting the tiniest bit mean there's no drama at all either. It literally feels like rng who might be voted out which sucks because part of the fun is guessing who's going that week. Please cast some normal people who aren't super fans Jeffie please </3 they're ruining ur show sis.
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hello to the fellow americans who are able to vote, from ur local policy student (i don’t post much anymore b/c grad school is a bitch and a half but i’m Always Here): if you have not voted yet and plan to, please keep reading for some advice and resources!
if you have your mail-in ballot in your possession, i highly encourage you to not mail it in now. the usps cannot guarantee that it will get there in time at this point, and the circumstances around whether it will count if received after 11/3 (even if postmarked before then) are changing by the day and by the state. different states have different rules so i’m not going to list out ones at random (instead check out the links below), but please consider utilizing your nearest dropbox or your county’s election clerk’s office instead. if you feel at all safe about doing it and have the resources to do so, i’d also encourage you to just vote in person. many states still have early voting over the next few days (again, the links below should have specific answers depending on your state).
the reason this is all an issue is because of the disenfranchising legal opinions the supreme court and other politically compromised courts have been issuing recently and will continue to do so as branches of the GOP and tr*mp campaign file lawsuits against an accessible election. so the safest thing you can do this point, if you still need to cast your ballot, is to deliver it yourself or vote in person.
if you have questions you can message me and i will help you figure out how to get your ballot counted!
helpful websites:
https://iwillvote.com/
https://www.vote.org/
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ok so i made an account just to say this like ik you're probably going to do reign because of all the asks BUT I JUST HAD TO TRY HJDFHJKSFHKJ the mystery au fic looks so good like smart (y/n)?? love triangle?? toji?? SIGN ME UP PLS
actually im also still torn? Hebdbdd theirs like a lot also saying toji and gojo fic is good 😭 so im still picking as well people keep saying they dont want the nanami fic since its just pain wrapped in one box HAHSBAHSHABS like from beginning to end (just one fluff chapter probably and everythings just 🥶🥶) also u making an acc to cast ur vote pls dhabdbsbd
𝔄𝔫𝔬𝔫. Why is everyone wants the nanami fic bruh,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,aren't you tired of pain,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,gege gives us plenty already
Anon really said if u want pain for nanami take it elsewhere and just read the manga again😭😭😭 (NAUR COS THATS FUNNY) PLS SHAHHAHS
𝔄𝔫𝔬𝔫. THE GOJO TOJI FIC PLEASE OMG sherlock mc???? Yes?????? Sign me tf upppppp
BEING SANDWHICHED BY TWO HOT DILFS bcoS SATORU IS TECHNICALLY OLDER IN THE STORY 😤 (i think their ages here are like early to mid 30s but yeah its def a love triangle)
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📢📢PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT TO TUMBLR STAYS📢📢
it is finally D-Day for the SMA voting!for those who have been voting constantly,thank you so much for ur hard work,this is our last push lets do this and for those are unaware of this voting,Stray Kids has been nominated in the main category for a bonsang!!Which happens to be one of the highest awards next to a daesang,with that,i urge you to start voting now,we have less than 24 hours to get our percentage to 15%(more would be safer and more secure) or we have a risk of not getting it due to Go Live sales not being as high as In Life’s :(,which is why it is really important for us to keep voting,this could also be their first bonsang if they win which would be the opening of a new chapter of their careers,soo what should u do now if u want to support skz and help them get a bonsang?
1. download the sma app ios : http://apple.co/3gBLECR android : http://bit.ly/3qKbGbR
2. log in with one of your sns or create an acc
3.watch ads (only till you have 10 voting tickets because thats all youre gonna need for today) -you can only cast 10 voting tickets per account so i encourage you to make more accounts after casting those 10 votes
4.repeat until we reach 15% or more
p.s i beg u to vote if u havent started , every vote counts and if you dont have time to watch ads you can also purchase coupons(ill attach a link below) please please go vote this is the last day and we need all stays to unite so we can win this for the boys,they have worked so hard since debut constantly feeding us content,this is a way we can give back to them so please participate in the last day of voting and dont delete the app once the voting ends!!our votes might be counted as invalid if we do so :(
how to purchase coupons to vote: https://twitter.com/felixs_sunshine/status/1351011505895071749?s=21
pls look how happy they are😭😭 do spread the word and encourage your stay mutuals to vote as well,this is a big opportunity lets make our hard work worth it!!🤍🌷
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the band with no name {Douglas Booth} 2
A/N: 1654 words. A bit shorter, but we’re getting into things now. idk how i feel about it, please give me feedback.
[PART 1]
Flop of The Month, your band, has an instagram account with exactly two posts on it, and Douglas feels like both and idiot, and a creepy stalker, for the amount of time he spends flicking through the two photos without actually liking them, for fear of you realising who he was.
Colson, however, seemed to have no such reservations.
“Look, I’m on their story,” Colson’s grinning from ear to ear as the cast and crew break for lunch the Monday after they’d seen your band play, showing Douglas his phone, and your band’s instagram story. It showed their notifications, highlighting how Colson had liked both photos and followed them, and had the caption ‘how’d the rap devil find us?’ and ‘not complaining tho’.
“Bloody hell,” is all Douglas can bring himself to say, wearing a half-smile as they made their way to the costume department to get changed before lunch. It had been a low effort day, just jeans and t-shirts, but it was always safer to not eat in costume. Hair and makeup could stay and be touched up however.
Your band’s page had begun the day with 217 followers, and ended it with over a thousand. There wasn’t a link to your personal page, and so all he can do is scroll through your Facebook while waiting for Colson to be ready to go.
Y/N: weird question
Y/N: also, hi
Y/N: but yeh, weird question
Y/N: was your friend last night mgk?
Douglas takes a moment to compose his thoughts before typing out his response.
Douglas: hi back
Douglas: and yes.
There’s a few minutes of silence, and Douglas can feel his scalp itching beneath his wig, just a little, but he tries to ignore it.
Y/N: cool.
Y/N: well it was nice meeting you guys!!
Y/N: looking forward to seeing if ur band is real btw
Douglas: probably wont be for a while
Y/N: im happy to wait
Y/N: if u want me there that is
Douglas: if we ever actually play a gig, you’ll be the first to know
You send a blushing smiling emoji back, and Douglas finds himself strangely pleased.
“Is that her?” Colson asks, eyes shining as he pulled on his leather jacket; with his wig and makeup, he still absolutely looked the part. Douglas quickly slipped his phone in his pocket, knowing that a faint blush dusted his cheeks despite his best efforts. As he waffled his way through an affirmation, Colson’s smile just grew wider.
“I still don’t understand why you were being so vague; she probably would have jumped you there and then if she knew you were part of the Motley Crue movie, man.”
“Yeah,” Douglas said, his discomfort mounting at the insinuation, “that’s the problem, dude; first of all, I don’t know if she like the band themselves, or just the music, and if she does like the band,” he paused, shrugging a little, quietly embarrassed, “what if she likes them better than me?”
“They’re all married,” Colson says, like it immediately solves everything.
“Man, you know that’s not the issue,” Douglas sighed, but it’s clear he wasn’t done, and Colson just waited, eyebrows raised, “you know, girls who are like... like... how did you say it the other week? When that girl from Instagram was in your DMs every other minute?”
“Clout chasing,” Colson nodded sagely, suddenly understanding all too clearly his co-star’s apparent fears, “well she doesn’t know who you are yet.”
“Exactly,” Douglas exclaimed, glad the craft services tent was finally in view, feeling himself grow hungrier by the moment, “and I think I wanna keep it that way, just for now.”
“Better pray she doesn’t watch Jupiter Ascending,” Colson snorts, just as Douglas punches him in the arm.
The next day, he messages you first, sends a photo of himself and the rest of the band out of costume, but holding their instruments, all wearing heels to help make it easier to wear them around set.
Douglas: the band says hi
Y/N: shit, you guys have instruments and everything
Y/N: getting less sketchy by the minute
You follow it up with a winking emoji, and a photo of yourself, out in the sunshine, dressed impeccably, makeup dark and sharp, holding a stack of posters beside your head, advertising your band’s next gig; this Saturday.
Douglas: are you inviting me?
Y/N: only if you’re saying yes
Your confident coyness amuses him, despite the way the shoes are pinching his toes, and he tells you he’ll be there.
The next day, you send a link to a band name generator, but more interestingly, you send it right around the time he’s getting his makeup done, early in the morning.
Douglas: early start?
Y/N: my shop won’t open itself
Douglas: your shop?
Y/N: mini mall tattoo parlor hahaha
“She owns a tattoo parlor?” Daniel asks, reading over Douglas’s shoulder between takes, “you’d better make your move or Colson’s gonna go for her.”
“Go for who?” Colson himself calls across set where his makeup’s being touched up.
“You weren’t meant to hear that!” Daniel shouts back, though he’s grinning, and adds, “Y/N. She owns a tattoo parlor.”
“Really, shit man, Doug she’s cool as hell,” Colson muses, before snorting, addressing Daniel, “gimme some credit, I’m letting the man shoot his shot; he’s my bro, not my competition.”
“Thanks man,” with the slightest smile, Douglas puts his phone away as the scene is reset around them, and Colson joins him in the middle of the living room set.
��I expect free tattoos, however,” he says with a faux seriousness, “because if you like her, like really like her, I’m gonna wingman the shit out of you.”
“Seriously?”
“Absolutely, man,” he claps Douglas on the shoulder with a surprisingly sincere expression.
It’s Colson who suggests, the following day, sending a video of Douglas playing the bass, asking if you had any pointers. They’re at band rehearsals again, blasting through their repertoire, when they get to Take Me To The Top, and as the song dies down, Colson makes the suggestion.
“Why are you filming it?” Iwan asks, and Colson’s smile is all teeth where he’s holding Douglas’s phone, answering before Douglas has the opportunity.
“Tryna help impress that punk chick from the band last weekend.”
“You’re actually talking to her?” Iwan asks with a bright, almost incredulous smile, “after everything that happened? She must really like you.” He muses, and Douglas feels his soul leaving this mortal plane.
“Smart move; asking for advice from her, lets her know you think she’s talented, and, well, you know,” Daniel shrugs, wiggling his fingers with a casual air. Douglas frowns, but Colson’s nodding.
“Exactly what I was thinking,” he agrees, and finally Douglas clues in. Dexterous fingers.
“Don’t be gross, guys,” he sighs, already regretting letting Colson help at all, “just take the damn video.”
It only takes thirty seconds for you to respond in All Caps.
Y/N: ARE YOU IN A MOTLEY CRUE COVER BAND
“I’m fucked,” Douglas mutters under his breath, staring wide-eyed at the message.
Y/N: you play so well dude just relax your stance and shoulders
Y/N: fkn love take me to the top
Y/N: seriously a motley cover band???
Y/N: you just instantly got 100x cooler
“Okay, maybe I’m not fucked,” he concedes after a moment, quietly breathing a sigh of relief.
Y/N: now i have to see u guys play!!
Y/N: if that’s alright of course
“Nah, you’re definitely a little bit fucked,” Daniel offers over his shoulder, and Douglas pushes his face away.
“Thanks for the vote of confidence,” Douglas grumbles, and Daniel shrugs bemusedly.
“At least she thinks you play well,” but Douglas isn’t listening to him, he’s frantically tapping away on his phones, scowling, “what ‘re you doing?”
“Trying to come up with a name for our band -”
“Our fake band?” Iwan asks, arms crossed over his chest wearing an amused little smile, “do we have to play along with this too?”
“Not if you don’t want, just don’t... don’t tell her it’s fake is all.” Douglas offers, and the rest of the band nods.
“So how long are you going to play along with this bit?” Daniel ask, and Douglas heaves a sigh.
“Not sure; until I can trust that she’s not just in it to meet the actual band -”
“Which she doesn’t know you know,” Iwan interjected again, and Douglas nodded a little. After a beat, the rest of the band looked to each other, and seemed to share some sort of silent communication, before turning back to him.
“Okay,” Colson agrees easily, “if you’re serious about this chick you’ve known for five days,” he emphasizes, though Douglas doesn’t seem phased, “if we ever run into her, we’ll pretend we’re in a Motley Crue cover band.” He agrees, while Iwan and Daniel silently agree, though they look rather amused at the whole situation.
“There’s just something about her,” Douglas muses quietly.
“It’s the fact that she’s the coolest chick you’ve ever met,” Colson tells him with far too much authority, “and your little posh, school-boy brain wants to try something new.”
“Hey -” Douglas scoffed, though he was quickly talked over.
“She looks like she’d punch me in the face but I’d be okay with it,” Iwan adds, which, strangely enough, the rest of them agree to with various mischievous smiles. Douglas doesn’t exactly deny that he feels the same way.
“What’s our band name gonna be?” Daniel asks finally.
“The Fourskins,” Colson answers back immediately, grinning wide and proud of himself.
“Absolutely no-”
“That’s kind of genius,” Daniel snorts over Douglas’ protest, and so, on a three-to-one vote, their fake Motley Crue cover band is named The Fourskins, and Douglas kind of thinks he’d rather come clean there and then to you, rather than suffer through ever typing or saying that name to you. But he doesn’t.
He really hopes you’re worth it.
#Douglas Booth#douglas booth x reader#douglas booth imagine#colson baker#mgk#machine gun kelly#daniel webber#iwan rheon#The Dirt#the dirt cast#the dirt cast imagine#the dirt imagine#the angry lizard writes
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Hello! I am just a random person who stumbled across your wonderful beautiful art of a Warforged and a Triton in love, and I want to know the story behind it! Please, do tell~
Omg hello there ;v; Sorry it took me a couple days to see this!!!
I guess there are sorta two stories: their canon story, and the story behind the art specifically (which I guess is technically not “canon” lol), which I guess would have to do more with the inspiration behind it
But I will literally yell and cry about these two all day any day tbh
So a bit of backstory, Torin “Squash” Buckler is my triton tempest cleric and B0B is my friend a co-player’s warforged barbarian (I don’t know shit about barb subclasses and honestly have no idea which one he is lmao). We started our campaign in Feb at I think 3rd level with something like ten players split between two groups. Some players played in both groups and had two PCs, and then some players dropped out and we combined into one group with six players, all of whom eventually made second characters so we essentially had two parties (that mixed up every now and then) and it has been WILD (all 12 PCs were together very briefly and hearing other players roleplay with themselves was a fucking delight). They’re all part of a group of mercenaries called the Hedge Knights, who ended up getting control of a small Hold by defeating its ruling lord and are currently trying to stop an apocalypse.
Anyway, Squash is kinda a dick, and pretty early on he learned that he didn’t have to actually walk anywhere if he asked B0B to carry him, because B0B is very nice. They pretty quickly formed a ride-or-die relationship. At one point in their travels, they were up against a paracidic fungus that was killing anything it attached itself to, and that’s when they came upon a wode (which they lovingly called Baby Treant) that was infected. Knowing how dangerous the fungus was, and how low the wode’s chances of survival were, Squash voted to just kill it immediately. B0B defended it (and ultimately found a way to cure it!) and that, surprisingly, was when Squash realized that...oh no... I think I love him? B0B carried the wode around in a baby bjorn for a while, and it eventually made its home at their HQ.
A lot of their initial attraction go each other was made in jest (B0B would smash something really hard and I’d joke that Squash was turned on, or Squash would explode something with lightning and B0B’s player would say the same), but it grew into a fierce mutual protectiveness between the two, to the point that Squash will only really willingly heal B0B (what a shitty cleric!) and B0B will fight anyone on Squash’s behalf.
Their relationship moved to the next stage when B0B went into a solo fight in a gladiator-like arena. Squash produced a matching set of platinum rings as he cast Warding Bond, essentially lessening the damage B0B would take in battle, but also taking on some of that damage himself (and as a squishy cleric, well... that’s a lot!). B0B viciously won that fight, but it was still pretty intense.
They were in a party that explored an underground temple and were trapped down there for a while, B0B finding remains of other warforged but no real hint to his own past. Squash comforted him through that with a patience he showed for no one else, and with empthy that no other party member was able to show.
Their journeys continued and Squash felt called by his deity to destroy a cursed mask one of the other party members carried. B0B had promised fo protect the mask, and Squash didn’t want to make him go against his word, so after a complicated series of events, Squash and the other member left the group together and Squash was able to make his attempt without putting B0B in a tough position. Since the mask was magically linked to the other party member, there was a chance that destroying it would also destroy him, and even knowing this, Squash tried anyway. It didn’t work, but now fearing for his life, the other member fled.
Squash began to curse his deity for sending him on this stupid quest and pulling him away from B0B. He felt that he had spent years asking his deity for purpose, and then once he was beginning to find happiness instead, his deity stripped that away.
While apart, the Squash and B0B had a shared dream, tho how much they realized it was shared is still unclear. In it, Squash weilded the stormy powers of his god and was presented with a figure on a seaside cliff. B0B found himself on top of a cliff, praying for Squash’s protection. Using the powers he had, Squash struck the figure, and B0B was embued with power, somehow eternally bonding their very souls together. Upon waking, many miles apart, they both felt their bond to the other grow, and could even sense the direction in which the other was. In a weird way, they were now married. The first time B0B introduced himself as “B0B Buckler” I shed a legitimate tear.
They’ve been through other trials since, but have been the other’s rock through it all. The party has split and rejoined and every moment spent away from each other has been terrible. Currently in-campaign, they find themselves underground once again, at the sight of the forge believed to be the source of the impending apocalypse, and possibly the source of some answers about B0B’s past.
Through the campaign, they’ve pulled each other out of darkness, and in the event that they don’t survive, I’m confident that they’ll at least go down togethed. Tho the dream is for them to retire from this mercenary life and travel the seas together. Squash was raised as a pirate, but B0B has never even seen the ocean. It’s the life they deserve.
Oh yeah, and Squash 100% has Ceremony prepped so that he can, at some point, offially wed them abd get all the good juicy bonuses. Saving that for before the BBEG tho
The art itself tho is based on the song All I Ask Of You from Phantom of the Opera. And how that inspiration came about it actually a really stupid story. My roommate and I were playing the newest Pokemon SwSh dlc and he made some joke about how one of the new Pokemon had some serious Phantom vibes and I was like “lol ur right” and realized I hadn’t watched or listened go PotO in a while, so I was listening to the soundtrack during my commute to work, and was apparently in an extremely sappy mood, and when that song came up, Squash and B0B were all I could thing about. And while breaking up the lines by which character actually sings them doesn’t quite make sense, there is a lot of both Christine and Raoul in both Squash and B0B and many of the lines could come from either of them. Anyway, I then also rewatched PotO (2004) and based their outfits off Raoul’s and Christine’s during that song. Also in my little PotO universe, Squash’s deity is 100% the Phantom and there was a concept for this with him lurking ominously in the background, but I opted for the lighter, happier version.
So yeah, it doesn’t necessarily depict something that happened in their canon, but the sentiments are there. The running joke in all the art of them together seems to be that Squash’s feet are NEVER on the ground lmao Which is kinda a Crime because they have like a 2+ foot height difference that I LIVE for
Anyway thank you so much for asking and I hope their story is everything you hoped it would be. Sorry if it seems a but disjointed, but retelling bits of D&D campaigns without going into too much un- or semi-related detail is wild lmao
#i saw this ask earlier today and was like#oh yes time to info dump ;v;#seriously tho it brightened my day so much!!!#it warms my heart when people want to know about my characters or my art#and like i love these two so much#they really helped make 2020 bearable#i really love all my fellow players and all their characters and our dm is incredible#ive been so truly blessed 😭#mito answers#dnd
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the empty text box answer hall of fame
over 400 of y’all took my stupid uquiz. why.
an anon ask requested me to show my favourite answers to the little text box at the end so i spent like two and a half hours going through every single answer AGAIN since i hadn’t screenshotted any while looking through them the first time. you idiots are so funny and lovely people and here is a big post going through some iconic answers. i hope this can be entertaining but also it is mostly just for me lol
first of all, in one of the questions i mention that i often leave “i fucked ur mom” in the empty text boxes at the end of most uquizes. this then resulted into 43 of you leaving “i fucked ur mom” in the textbox in some way or another and one person asking: “i wonder how many people wrote “i fucked ur mom” after what you said earlier”. some favourite variations of this include:
as a wise uquiz maker once said “I fucked ur mom”
to quote u, i fucked ur mom <3
i fucked your mom but i thought it was you anyways the pussy was bomb
as I was fucking your mom, I realised that I truly am the sexiest bitch alive
i didn’t fuck your mom, but i did make sure she got home safely <3
and a bonus i also enjoyed: Can you ask your mom if she’s single
no, my mother is not single, and i really hope none of you actually fucked her. that being said i laughed at these every time thank you so much
these next ones i just want to talk about even though the original sender will most likely not even see them. or they just need some context. i just need peace of mind
the first question of the quiz was my favourite one to do because kpop songs are sometimes absolutely fucking bonkers and i wanted to showcase that it was hilarious!!!! i can confirm that not all kpop is like that. i specifically chose the funky ones because i think it does add to character and that is something that i can simultaneously enjoy and also laugh at. but kpop also has amazing lyrics!! it’s not all one thing and kpop is super diverse. i didn’t personally know some of the songs i put in there, i just knew their funky lyrics so i cannot speak for fm but also what the fuck was that song
as you should. carry on. i was very threatening with “do not leave it empty you bitch”
this one was just cute!! idk if you’re going to see this person who sent it but my native language is finnish. chuu is an icon.
one of my questions was if you were a wizard what would you say when you cast a spell and one of those answers was fuck you. this person took it to the next level and i loved it so much i couldn’t stop smiling at this one
listen i’m fuckin trying
this person just completed the assignment. left me a wonderful love letter
and last but not least, this person did everything i told them to do in the actual question. a+ incredible performance!!!
if i could i’d put in all the screenshots i took but since there is a photo limit i believe, i will just write them out exactly as they are. moving on, here are just some random ones that i really enjoyed:
i’m your father, luke
i am so sad, i dont have enough white beads to make a little 3d seed beed chicken sitting down ): i even arranged all the beads i stole from my mom by color, it took me 3 days, and now i cant even make a little chicken ): a little seed beed chicken )’:
you’ll meet the king of fungi in 34 days
today i managed tp find the nether fortress and collect 10 blazerods. im about to beat minecraft for the forst time in my life
Dude every question of this was a riot I love you
Bro I’m just here for the vibe
I think dogs should be able to vote
i killed a man lol
Pebis.
jack sparrow pirates of the caribbean was confirmed some flavor of homo way back when which means HE was disney’s first gay character yet they refuse to give pirates of the caribbean the credit it deserves and they refuse to my calls where I try and tell them they simply must have jack sparrow pirates of the caribbean kiss a man directly on the lips in the next movie
ehhhhhh I’m evil penis boy im gonna steal your penis
I love you, no homo. The homo costs extra
Yo check this out *<|:) he’s in a party hat
theres way too many kpop references in this quiz
\_/____ it’s a slug
that was the weirdest quiz i’ve taken in a while and i truly enjoyed it
My cat is meowing at me i thin i’m going to die today
FUCK (are you pleased)
I wish I was a nac Mac feegle but more than that I wish I could enjoy being a nac Mac feegle
I forgot what this quiz is about already
I hated these questions and have lost 10000 years of my life answering them (no but thanks for the quiz!!!)
on god I was gonna choose the ‘cuddling stray kittens’ option for the how do u sleep question but then I remembered that I actually did sleep in a refrigerator box on my bedroom floor for months when I was like 9 :/ throwback!!!
when i was 7 i put my hand in a food processor while it was running to “see what would happen” and somehow im 28 and still have all my fingers and toes
this last one deserves its own moment. it’s the best message i got:
congrats on the phd doctor bitch!!!
along with all of these messages, i got a lot of song recs (thank you sm!!) and i got so many lovely messages from people saying they liked the quiz or just other generally nice things and i can’t explain how much serotonin these answers have given me. just wanna thank everyone who took the time to write something in there i loved it!!!!!!!
#honestly these all made me so happy#barely anyone will see this post#its just for me#it is very personal#eh ill still tag uquiz#it wont clog up anyones look through the tag#i put a cut there for a reason#uquiz
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I just read ur halloween fic!! And it's adorable!! Can I also request a prompt? This is their highschool years btw and its about Hizashi, Shouta, Oboro, Nemuri, Kan and Tensei having a halloween party and also having a contest on who could have the best costumes! And the two winners would be going on a date. This was set up by Nemuri, Oboro, Kan and Tensei cause they know that Shouta and Hizashi had been dancing around each other for a few years and they wanted to help. So yeah XD Hizashi goes as Hatsune Miku! Which as he likes to call it, Present Miku! XD
Happy Halloween! I’m sorry this took *forever*, but it became much longer than anticipated. I loved the whole idea of Present Miku! Hope you enjoy!
Sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes!
Title: Present Miku
If only he had put a bit more effort into his costume, his friend Kan wouldn’t have felt as personally offended.
“You know, you could have at least bought one from the dollar store instead of wearing your black curtains as a cape,” Kan remarked, crossing his arms.
Shouta shrugged as he sat down next to Oboro, “I wasn’t going to come in a costume, but Nemuri warned me that if I didn’t dress up then she would make a scene on my birthday.”
“What type of scene?” Oboro asked, getting comfortable on the couch as he opened his tenth candy wrapper for the night.
“She didn’t specify, but honestly, I‘d rather not know,” Shouta responded, laying back on the couch as he gestured for Oboro to grab him a candy from the bowl.
Even if it wasn’t his original idea to attend the party, he had to admit, Tensei’s house was pretty impressive. From the moment he stepped onto the front gates, Shouta felt out of place with his cheap cape and DIY fangs. As the gates opened, he could see the massive garden filled with colorful plants and fancy statues. There was even a mini pond with lily pads that ran probably the bluest water Shouta had ever seen.
As he approached the huge double doors, Tensei was already waiting for him with that flashy smile that captivated everyone in class 1-A. With the best grades in the class, and being a descendant from a family of heroes, it was no wonder he became the president of 1-A.
When Shouta first arrived at class 1-A after transferring from General Studies, he hadn’t expected such a warm welcome from the president. The one from General Studies displayed a high ego and God complex that was unbearable most of the time. Tensei let Shouta feel included the second he entered his new classroom, and introduced him to Hizashi and Oboro - his current two best friends.
As Tensei let him inside the house, he was greeted by an ecstatic Nemuri, who was wearing a scantily clad Poison Ivy costume. Already seeing Tensei’s detailed costume of Link from Legend of Zelda and the custom made Poison Ivy outfit from Nemuri made Shouta feel like the odd one out with his poor excuse of a costume. It didn’t help immediately getting berated by Kan for “not putting effort into his Dracula costume”. Though he had to admit; he completely forgot about Kan’s attendance and how...insensitive it would be to come with a poorly done Dracula outfit. Kan’s family, who all have similar quirks that deal with blood, practically venerate the Draculian lore.
Kan was dressed as a chef, claiming the film Ratatouille inspired him. Shouta just rolled his eyes at the explanation and walked towards the living room. His eyes scanned the enormous living room, finding Oboro sitting down on a couch that probably cost more than his parent’s apartment.
He currently sat on that same couch, waiting for the last person to arrive. He sighed as Oboro’s white wings hit him in the face again for the fifth time. His friend opted to dress as an angel, and his explanation was even worse than Kan’s.
“Well, for one, I am an angel. Two, I am really feeling like acting as Cupid today,” Oboro stated, fluttering his eyes as he smiled at Shouta.
Shouta groaned, “are you sure it isn’t an excuse to use your clouds as a substitute for pants?”
Oboro cackled as he handed Shouta a piece of chocolate. They began talking with Kan about the scariest experiences they had with the supposed supernatural. Kan was in the middle of explaining the footsteps he used to hear walking back and forth on his apartment’s hallway at 3 in the morning when the lights were suddenly turned off.
Shouta looked at Oboro in confusion, who stared back at him with the same puzzlement. Rays of lights invaded the room as a certain pop song blared through the speakers. Shouta winced as he covered his ears. The loud music sort of reminded him of someone…
Tensei appeared from the entrance of the living room, looking unfazed. He turned on the microphone he was holding, which let out an unpleasant howling noise. Tensei smiled apologetically, and sighed before using the microphone to speak.
“People of Halloweentown, get ready for the greatest pop star of our generation. Please receive the wondrous, fantastic, fabulous, talented, and amazing: Present Miku!”
Nemuri released a giant confetti cannon, which sprinkled all across the room - blinding Shouta. Of course, Shouta thought, Hizashi would be one for dramatic entrances.
Hizashi suddenly appeared with a microphone on his hands, and began lip-syncing to the song that was still playing from the speakers. Kan leaned towards Shouta and Oboro as he covered his ears.
“What song is this?!” He yelled, yet Shouta could barely hear him as the song blasted through their ears. Oboro laughed hysterically as he moved to the beat of the song.
“It’s a Hatsune Miku song!” Oboro replied, “I think it is called ‘Desert Wolf’!”
“Is it the vocaloid girl he is obsessed about?” Shouta asked. His ears finally adjusted to the loudness that invaded the room. Someone would have believed he was prepared to be bombarded with sound, considering he was friends with Hizashi, the classmate with a Voice quirk.
Oboro smiled widely. “What do you think?” he said, pointing at Hizashi.
A long teal hair tied in pigtails adorned Hizashi’s head, falling to his hips. He wore a grey shirt that traced his waist with a black skirt. Shouta’s eyes lingered towards the bottom, where Hizashi posed with thigh high boots.
Shouta had to admit, Hizashi looked really nice.
It was clear that out of everyone here, especially Shouta, Hizashi put the most effort into his costume. He even had the clothing piece on his arms glow a color similar to turquoise. His tie had his name ‘Present Miku’ engraved on the top, with small pins of Hatsune Miku attached.
Shouta caught Nemuri glancing at him, wiggling her eyebrows. He couldn’t help the slight blush that crept on his face as he looked away.
The song soon ended, and Hizashi bowed, receiving applause from his friends. Oboro and Nemuri clapped loud and sincere, while Shouta and Kan clapped rather unenthusiastically.
Hizashi proceeded to plop down in between Oboro and Shouta, putting his arms around them as he hugged them tightly.
“Happy Halloween you two!” He exclaimed, flashing his brightest grin.
“Took you long enough to arrive,” Shouta grumbled, leaning towards Hizashi’s embrace. He’s used to Hizashi’s shoulder being his personal pillow as he took a quick nap.
He didn’t notice the way Oboro and Kan exchanged knowing looks to one another. They looked back to Nemuri, who nodded once in agreement. She approached the center of the room - heels clanking loudly.
“As you know, there was supposed to be a costume contest,” she reminded, looking at Shouta with those disapproving eyes again.
“The two people who win will get to go on a ‘fake’ date inside that door,” Nemuri explained, pointing her fingers at the closed white double doors at the right side of the room.
“Tensei decorated it so that it may seem as authentic as possible.”
“Authentic to what?” Shouta asked with his eyes closed, still leaning on Hizashi.
“To a date, Shouta,” Nemuri replied with a smug smile, “so let’s start with the first lucky winner!”
“Why do we need to do this now?” Shouta complained, “and also, don’t you think it is weird to make two people go on a forced date?”
“Shut up, Shouta,” Nemuri scolded, being one of the few people that isn’t afraid to argue with him. His intimidating look might work on his classmates, but his upperclassmen friend isn’t threatened by those judging eyes.
“Alright, remember not to vote for yourself!” Nemuri added, “pick a paper and once you write down your pick, just place it on this bowl.”
She gleefully walked towards Tensei and sat next to him, writing down a name with her personal calligraphy pen. Shouta sighed as Hizashi passed him a piece of paper and pen. Might as well get this over with.
He stared at the paper for a moment, remembering the details of everyone’s costumes. He didn’t even know why he was analyzing the costumes when he already knew the answer.
He carefully wrote Hizashi’s name, tracing back the letters as he finished. He rarely got to write his friend’s name, yet it felt so familiar to him.
He placed his paper into the bowl, and leaned back on the couch as he waited for the last person to cast their vote. Once Kan, the last one to vote, slipped his paper into the bowl, Tensei grabbed it and started counting.
As they waited, Hizashi was acting as the DJ for the party, though it mostly consisted of Hatsune Miku songs. Shouta stood up once to grab a piece of pigs in a blanket. As he ate the small party appetizer, he sneaked a peek at Hizashi, who was dancing to the music with Nemuri. Shouta never knew Hizashi was talented at moving his hips. His heartbeat began quickening-
“I have counted the votes!” Tensei announced, beaming in front of his friends.
“The winner is…” he began, and Oboro began tapping the table to mimic drums.
“Present Miku!”
Hizashi squealed, jumping up and down with Nemuri.
“Can’t wait to see who will be my date!”
“I feel like I know who,” Nemuri answered, looking straight at Shouta as she winked. What was she trying to say?
“Let’s not waste time and pick the second winner!” Nemuri sang, already picking up her piece of paper.
“Wow, someone is excited,” Shouta joked in his deadpanned time. Nemuri stuck her tongue out at him before handing him another piece of paper. Shouta sighed again, but this time louder than before.
Hizashi was busy talking to Oboro to notice Shouta next to him. Shouta wasn’t listening to their conversation - too busy thinking on who he would pick. I mean, it isn’t a hard choice. Just pick the second best costume.
Still, there was something impeding him from writing another name. He knew it was just a stupid date that meant nothing other than a way for his friends to tease the ones that got chosen.
Whoever got chosen meant they were going on a “date” with Hizashi. Shouta couldn’t explain why he felt an aching in his heart as he thought about it.
He brushed off his thoughts and wrote Kan as his answer. He didn’t know why he chose Kan, since he was sure everyone would probably pick Tensei. The speedster definitely had the second best costume at the party.
Maybe it was the thought of seeing Hizashi and Tensei having a happy date at the other side of the room that swayed his decision. He knew Hizashi wasn’t interested in Kan, especially after that time Kan told him about the pet tarantula he used to have as a kid.
Tensei, on the other hand, always seemed to make Hizashi smile with his stories about his baby brother Iida.
Shouta could never make Hizashi smile the same way.
Shouta felt someone flick a finger on his forehead, bringing him back to Earth. He turned to see Hizashi smiling fondly at him.
“Shouta, are you done?” Oboro whined, “I want to know the next winner!”
Shouta hadn’t realized he was the last one left to place his vote. He quickly stood up and dropped his paper into the bowl as he ignored everyone’s stares.
“Are you ready to know who your date is?” Nemuri teased Hizashi. The blonde man simply raised his thumb in excitement as he jumped up and down his seat.
Tensei didn’t take long to count votes, considering there were only six of them. Shouta just sat there, wondering how Tensei felt about receiving most of the votes. He knew he wasn’t going to win, so why did he keep feeling this pain on his chest?
“Guys, the final vote has been determined!” Tensei announced, standing up from his chair. Shouta briefly caught Nemuri giggling with Oboro and Kan giving a nod of approval to Tensei.
Now that Shouta thought about it - the four had been acting very suspicious throughout the night.
“And the winner is,” Tensei started, gesturing for Oboro to do his dramatic drums.
“Dracula!”
Everyone in the room cheered, except for two people. Shouta didn’t know how to process what had just happened. He just gazed at Hizashi, who was noticeably pale.
He was probably expecting someone else.
“I can’t believe my two best friends won!” Oboro shouted, “don’t try to have too much fun inside there. Got it?”
Shouta noticed Tensei helping Hizashi towards the other room. He noticed the loud hero unusually quiet - blindly following the blue-haired man. His vision was obstructed by Nemuri standing in front of him with a deceiving smile on her lips.
“Are you ready, big boy?”
“Nemuri, I don’t know what is going on but this was definitely a set-up,” Shouta blurted, “and I don’t like it one bit.”
“Sure you don’t, grumpy cat,” she replied, “c’mon, your date is waiting.”
Before he knew it, Nemuri shoved him inside a dining room. The table only contained two chairs and was decorated with a white tablecloth and a rose in the middle. The plates already had a small meal, which included a portion of lobster.
Hizashi was sitting down, looking back at Shouta with an apologetic smile.
“I’m sorry they put you through this,” Hizashi said, “I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.”
“It’s fine,” Shouta answered a little too quickly. He was still shocked over the obvious setup from his friends. Why would they want him and Hizashi to go on a date?
Did they realize his feelings for Hizashi? Was this a cruel plan to get his feelings rejected by his crush?
He ignored his thoughts and sat down on the empty chair. The two stayed quiet for a long moment, nervous to even stare at each other.
Shouta broke the silence, “I don’t know why they chose me. I had the worst costume out of all of us.”
“I think you look cute!” Hizashi blurted out, blushing deeply as he realized what he said. Shouta’s cheeks also turned into that dreaded crimson color.
“Shouta…” Hizashi began, hesitance in his voice. The ravenette focused back on Hizashi, trying his best to compose his pumping heartbeat.
“I guess I feel a bit more confident in this outfit, but I just wanted to say…” Hizashi continued, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Hizashi just say it,” Shouta ordered, eyes fixated on Hizashi.
“I like you, Shouta!” Hizashi exclaimed, covering his mouth with both hands after he finished.
Shouta’s eyes widened at the revelation. His mouth dropped open in shock and the room grew dead silent. Both lay eyes on one another; fear of uncertainty emanating from both of them. Shouta lowered his arms, trembling as he grasped for his utensil.
“I- I like you too, Hizashi,” Shouta confessed, staring down at his plate.
“You- you do?” Hizashi cautiously asked, thinking he heard wrong. The silent teenager liked the loud one? Oh, the irony that is love.
Shouta nodded slowly, playing with his fork. He was surprised when Hizashi began to giggle loudly.
“I think I should take you on a real date!” Hizashi proclaimed with excitement. Shouta chuckled lightly, still a bit timid over the whole ordeal.
Shouta was never one to celebrate Halloween, but this year’s would definitely be unforgettable. He was celebrating it with his closest friends. His only friends.
But best of all, he was spending it with Present Miku - the best pop star in the world.
“So what do you say?” Hizashi asked eagerly, awaiting Shouta’s answer.
Shouta just beamed at Hizashi - showing off his DIY fangs.
“I think I’ll like that.”
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Love killa is nominated for show champion next week!! Pre-voting has started please go to the idol champion app and cast ur 3 daily votes :)
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Well, the die has been cast, and Europe shall endure the consequences. Or will it?
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Chapter 10: Felino the crooked nose
February the 5th, 1828,
‘You’re a frigid, wormy piece of shit, you know that?’, growled the recently anointed Tsar at the Arendellian Monarch. Not a good sign for the conference the concert of Europe had arranged; the Monarch of Arendelle was hellbent on closing his country yet again, and no one was willing to budge on their stance.
‘I care not for the impression you choose to have about me, your majesty. I have my reasons and my fears to support my decision. I have to do what I feel is best for my kingdom, as would you if you faced a decision of a similar magnitude.’ Agnarr stated his position calmly, even as he felt no genuine respect for the Russian Monarch. Unlike his late brother, Tsar Nicholas the first had no great capacity for empathy and understanding. He had chosen to keep himself and his people ignorant. After all, what could one say of the sovereign who treated his highest officials and closest advisors like the serfs he saw them to be, and the holy synod under him bragged openly about how it was their god given duty to keep the downtrodden as they were. Oh, how their man, Sergei Uvarov, the Tsar’s minister of education, openly declared: “If I can extend Russia’s childhood another fifty years I will consider my mission accomplished.”
Oh, the Tsar saw himself as a god, and a jealous one at that. Agnarr understood that and knew that as a fellow sovereign, the Tsar could do little but rant in his face for the insult. Even if he would want to wage war upon Arendelle, he wouldn’t wish to give up access to the only warm water seaport he had. Still, Agnarr’s worries were far greater than some disgruntled people in power.
Elsa had lost control of her powers and was crippled in her fear, Anna had been forced to selective amnesia from Grand Pabbie, leaving no trace of Elsa’s powers and Olva...well she hadn’t been so fortunate. Against the advice of Grand Pabbie, he and Iduna had insisted on the procedure of wiping her memory clean of Elsa’s powers and the accident. The hermit warned of the consequences he was facing now with Olva, but how was he to know in his panic and desperation? Now the poor girl had begun experiencing fits and severe headaches, along with bouts of fainting for several minutes. He hadn’t slept this past month properly in the worry of what could happen to his family. Now he had a solution, and he would not back off from it. He must protect his family in any way possible. He must.
‘Your majesties, please don’t antagonise each other. This concerns all of us. You’re not the only ones troubled here. King Agnarr, you’d best explain yourself.’, queen Sophia spoke firmly as she presided over the conference. Agnarr’s declaration had shocked everyone, and he was yet to provide an explanation.
‘Thank you, queen Sophia. I have no intent on stepping on anyone’s face or insulting anyone. This sudden policy of isolation is a measure of precaution. I have it on reliable sources and personal knowledge that there are elements of revolution and insurgency brewing up in my kingdom. I can’t ignore it like the previous bourbon king of France in his time, god rest his soul. I must deal with these rebels quickly and with extreme prejudice. Because if I don’t then Arendelle falls forever, and if Arendelle falls, all northern Europe shall sink along with it.
And before you decide on persecuting war against me, ask yourselves this. Haven’t we had enough of war? We saw 2 decades of war followed by a decade of relative peace. If you ask me, I’d rather prefer the latter. I make this tough choice for the safety of all Europe, please understand.’
He paused to size up the room, who could be his allies and enemies hereafter. Corona and Austria-Hungary were definitely his allies; he knew Reginald would support him in the end. Weselton and the English would be against it; his partnership with them and America would be at risk, he’ll have to accommodate them somehow. Same was the situation with Russia. Maybe the Ottomans had to be brought in to keep Russia in check? Spain and the Southern Isles could be neutral; the Spanish could not care less, their main rivals were the English and the French, they would only vote as a formality. As for the Southern Isles were represented by queen Paulina, for the king had taken ill. On the surface, Paulina looked pleasant and charismatic, yet Agnarr knew that she would be a formidable and dangerous foe if he didn’t play this right. He began to speak again but was rudely interrupted.
‘And what would be these insurgent elements? The Northuldra?’, asked the duke of Weselton. The room tensed at the duke’s blatant attempt towards badgering the king of Arendelle. Agnarr had to fight a very strong impulse towards bashing the duke’s head on the wall. After composing himself mentally, he replied with barely concealed intentions ‘Why, yes. They have been neglected for far too long. I must attempt to bring them up with the kingdom. They are too obscure and are getting discontent.’
‘Just the language your father used, didn’t he? And where is he now? Lost like the rest of them. I’m telling you; this country is a lost cause. The Northuldra are ‘discontent’? Don’t make me laugh. They’re out for your and your family’s blood. They have been for years.’, the duke was clearly enjoying himself at Agnarr’s expense.
‘And if I hope to pursue a peaceful solution and keep Europe out of the mess, what is so wrong with that, duke?’, Agnarr nearly spat out the last part.
‘It’s always something personal. What, a problem with your kids now?’
‘Why, your uncouth son of a-‘
‘ENOUGH!’, the presiding queen roared. ‘That’s the second time you have tried to lay discord in the concert on purpose, duke. Once it was over my kidnapped child and now this. I swear, if it happens again, you’re going to meet your maker without warning, in front of everyone!’
‘I can’t believe you’re still going on about your bloody kid. She’s fucking dead! I always get enraged how the kings of Europe are disturbed about such trivial matters, and I’m to be punished because I call out the bullshit for what it is?! Fine. Hang, draw, and quarter me all you want, that does not change the fact that once again, some people are sullying the good name of the concert for their own interests.’, the duke spat venom without a care.
‘I’ve heard enough. Marshals, break the duke’s kneecaps.’, an enraged Sophia gave the cold order to her personal guard. The duke’s bravado melted away instantly, and he shrunk in his stature as the marshals came to deal with him.
‘Sophie, stop!’ King Reginald shouted.
‘Pray tell, what now, Reginald?’ his spouse was beyond annoyed by now.
The king of Corona whispered in his spouse’s ear ‘We’ll get the coward some other time. I need to talk sense into Agnarr somehow. I advise you to break for recess.’ A rare sight for the usually tempestuous king to calm down his calmer, more pragmatic wife.
Queen Sophia sighed heavily and announced a recess.
Once they were alone, Reginald confronted Agnarr ‘What’s gotten into you, Agnarr? You’re supposed to be the sensible one amongst us two.’
‘I’ll tell you what’s sensible. I should invade the fucking duchy of Weselton, lay it to fucking waste, burn it to the fucking ground, and salt the fucking remains barren forever!’ Agnarr snarled with uncharacteristic murder in his eyes.
‘Oh, calm down, crusader. I hate the duke much more than you do, believe me. Nevertheless, even I must agree with that poltroon over your course of action. It’s drastic and uncalled for. Tell me honestly what’s bothering you. We’ll make it right. Tell me.’
‘You don’t believe me? I told you every reason I have for doing this. My kingdom has only just recovered from the previous war. I can’t risk another. I certainly can’t afford it to become a pan-European conflict. At the end of the day, I just want my heir to inherit a stable state. An agitated group of people is not the hallmark of a stable state. Even if it takes me years, I must resolve this once and for all.’
Reginald spoke empathetically ‘Alright, but it still is a visceral reaction to the situation. I think foreign aid would only help more. Are you sure about it?’
Agnarr thought about telling the truth to his best friend, but ultimately decided otherwise; he couldn’t let the secret get out in any circumstance.
‘Yes I am. I also believe that those so-called insurgents are supplied by foreign powers themselves; they would like nothing more than to make my kingdom their colony. And that fucking Weselton shill... I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s behind the whole damn thing.’
‘That may be true, but without solid evidence, we can’t deal with him effectively. We must be sure.’ Reginald advised him.
‘Alright, but I can’t back down from my position. Yes, my kingdom will suffer in the short run, but I know we’ll be secure and united eventually.’
Ultimately, the concert decided that Arendelle would only keep one point of access open to the outside world; the main port. Only diplomats and special traders would be allowed. Every other traveller, from tourist to student would have to be barred from entering the country. It may cause uprising among the international students in his kingdom, but he’ll have to deal with them on his down. To preserve the security, the red tape for the traders and businessmen became very harsh. All, in service towards protecting my family; Agnarr thought.
A week later
A craven figure along with half a dozen guards floated in a rowboat towards one of the northern shores of Arendelle, beyond the mist. A hooded figure in silhouette waited for them on shore, heavily dressed to protect them self against the bitter February cold. Upon reaching the shore, the hooded bowed in respect and said ‘Welcome, honourable duke of Weselton. I hope your journey was pleasant enough.’
‘As pleasant a trip I could hope in stormy, waning winter, thank you for asking.’, the duke removed his cloak and coat to make his face more visible, and gestured his guards to disembark and stand around. The scrawny man took a moment to stretch himself, and at length, spoke ‘How many instances of forbidden people wandering into your grounds?’
‘Not as many as before, however a group of the Iceni tribe were intercepted in the valley of death during patrol two months ago and dealt with without exception. No survivors that we know of.’
‘Good, the illegals are dwindling, soon they would be no problem. However, as long as Arendelle stands, you’ll never be safe. We’ll have to confront them once and for all.’
‘Let’s continue our discussion on the way to camp, honourable duke.’
The Northuldrian camp was twenty-five kilometres inland from the seashore, but the spirits had grown very erratic in recent years, so the Northuldra had to find new routes to their homes every few weeks. The latest incident was particularly severe; a landslide had destroyed the usual detour they took, so they had to take the tributaries by another boat, a slower but safer way of travel.
‘Forgive me, honourable duke. I know travel by water does not agree with you.’
‘I’ll live. Tell me, how is everything holding up north of the mist?’
‘We’re eking out a living somehow. As you know, the rivers have been gradually changing course towards the south, our arable lands are going barren as a result. Adding to the problem, the rains are becoming scarcer with every passing year bit by bit. I regret to inform you that the poppy plantation is facing a loss, the raw material for the heroin would be short this time.’
‘It seems you’ve lost the plot, haven’t you? How will I get you your weapons if your end of the bargain is low? Weapons, armament, lumber and steam technology for ships don’t come cheap, you know?’ the duke said with the faux humility that masked grave threats underneath, and the hooded figure knew well what those threats were. Nevertheless, a low yield was not the biggest problem.
‘There’s more, honourable duke. Arendelle has tried to sue for peace and is willing to cooperate.’
‘Yes, I heard. We both know it’s nonsense.’
‘I’m not so sure. The terms they have offered seem rather reasonable.’
‘I’m sure they are. They may be too reasonable, I’m afraid. Implying something between the lines. The implication being disastrous for the Northuldra. If you ask me, I would never take any terms Europe offers at face value.’
‘I’m a fair sceptic of the south, just as you are. But since the rise of the mist, they have not engaged in any big skirmishes.’
The duke sighed and said ‘It pains me to say it, but you lack an ocean of imagination. There are uncountable ways to fight a war of attrition, and Arendelle has chosen the most insidious way.’
‘What do you mean, duke?’
‘I’d rather tell this to everyone at once, instead of making it a poor game of translation errors.’, with that, the duke fell silent, knowing full well that the hooded figure’s doubts had been flared up.
After a voyage of two hours, the party reached the camp. A huge crowd had gathered upon the riverbank where the canoe stopped. The hooded figure removed his hood and stood beside the Northuldra leader as her most trusted vassal. The Northuldra leader went by the name of Yelena, a woman moving towards middle age, standing barely above the duke in stature, but those aged eyes had seen many ups and downs. The leader slightly prostrated herself before the duke; the Northuldra way of showing respect towards authority.
‘Welcome, o duke! I hope your voyage was pleasant.’
‘As much as I could hope it to be. I must say, the Northuldra’s native lands grow more beautiful every time I venture up’ the duke said.
‘Your grace flatters us. I believe my trusted vassal has given you the lowdown for everything that has happened in the past three months. We’ll be happy to discuss a compromise for the goods you need.’
‘Thank you, your excellency. However, my worries include the survival of the Northuldra as well.’
‘What is that supposed to mean?’
‘You may have received terms from the king of Arendelle for a peaceful cessation in the past few days, haven’t you?’
‘Yes, they are more reasonable than I expected.’
‘I feared so, for if you paid attention, you’d realise that the terms are too positive. They’re willing to overlook the massacre of the group of Iceni that happened two months ago. Not to mention the fact that they may have stumbled about the truth about our trade operation as well.’
‘Speaking of the trade operation, what we may be short of in terms of goods, we’ll make up in plunder in the North Atlantic. I have sanctioned three fleets for the same purpose later this week.’
‘That is encouraging, but I must warn you, the plundering operation would become very difficult very soon. What with the king of Arendelle sealing the kingdom’s maritime and overland borders.’
‘Excuse me, come again?’
‘Oh, I’m sorry. I thought you knew.’
‘No, I didn’t. Please enlighten us, your grace.’
‘Well, your excellency, the king of Arendelle has decided to isolate the country, and I quote his speech: “This sudden policy of isolation is a measure of precaution. I have it on reliable sources and personal knowledge that there are elements of revolution and insurgency brewing up in my kingdom. I can’t ignore it like the previous bourbon king of France in his time, god rest his soul. I must deal with these rebels quickly and with extreme prejudice. Because if I don’t, then Arendelle falls forever, and if Arendelle falls, all northern Europe shall sink along with it.” Now you tell me, is this the language a man would use while suing for peace?’
Yelena became quiet for a moment, taking in al the information. At length, she asked ‘What are the possible ramifications of this declaration?’
‘They could be numerous, but I’ll tell you the most obvious one. Within a month at the latest, the coasts would be dotted by the Arendellian navy, putting a blockade through which nothing except their own ships could get in or out. You can imagine they would be only too happy to hunt down your pirate ships before you’re able to secure any loot at all. You can’t raid through the land, as the mist is your most powerful jailer. It will surely be a stifling experience; I won’t deny it.’
‘What if we do sue for peace? If we sincerely send an envoy to the south?’
‘Aye, you could try that. In fact, I suggest you try that without fail.’ Interrupted a tall, dark man as he made his way inside Yelena’s tent.’
‘Mathias, just because the mist forces me to tolerate and learn to like your presence doesn’t mean you interrupt me in meetings about the matters of state.’ Yelena bristled with annoyance.
‘Believe me, once the mist lifts up, I’ll ride south, first thing on my to-do list.’
‘Mathias, you look familiar. Tall, dark, muscular, good posture. Does your Ethiopian father still till the grain and tan the leather shoes?’, making harsh, cutting remarks was a talent the duke used well.
‘No. Does the honourable duke take me for his wretched bastard slaves in the Congo?’ Mathias growled.
‘Gentlemen, please. Your grace, please don’t mind Mathias. Yes, he’s a southerner. He was in king Runeard’s personal guard from what I gather. He may look brutish and imposing, but he’s harmless and dare I say, a halfway decent man. He doesn’t usually interrupt one of my meetings, so this instance must be special. Tell us big boy, what should bother us?’ Yelena finished as she turned to Mathias.
‘I’m sorry. I’m not willing to entertain the stories of a deserter.’, the duke said nonchalantly.
‘As if your pip squeakiness has ever been in a battle to judge a trapped prisoner of war?’ Mathias seethed.
‘See, even he agrees, we’re at war.’ Oh, they were all playing right into my hands, the duke thought with glee.
‘Yes, and now peace must be made. Yelena, this is not the time to go on the offensive. Trust me.’ Mathias faced Yelena as he settled down beside her.
‘Maybe, but it is a peace we would be forced into. We want it on our own terms, Mathias. I understand you’re homesick, but we haven’t had a home to go back to for decades. We will assert our terms onto the king, and he will have to accept it. If he doesn’t, it’s war.’
‘Lofty words, your excellency. Alas, there’s no substance or weight to back your words. You’ll be blockaded soon, and travel by land is impossible anyhow. I suggest you make a permanent settlement here and be done with it.’, the duke laid the bait.
‘And perpetually disturb the peace of the spirits by claiming their sacred forest? Never.’, and Yelena took it.
‘Well, I can’t negotiate such a big difference in your quantity of goods. You’ll have to offer me something if I must continue supporting your struggle. What about lumber from the forest?’
‘You must be reading a fucking comedy. When we refuse to make a permanent settlement in the forest, YOU PROCEED TO SUGGEST SOMETHING FAR WORSE?!’, Mathias had half a mind to strangle the duke right there, when he was stopped by Yelena.
‘Sit down, Mathias! We’re in desperate times. We’ll have to do what we must in order to survive.’
‘Making a bad situation worse is survival?! Can you imagine or fathom withstanding the rage of the spirits if we cut down the forest?! How can you even consider this, Yelena?’
‘If I may ease your concerns, I’ll vouch for the fact that a sacred relic commands a lot of value in the market. Especially amongst those who are powerful, proud, wealthy and don’t ask too many questions. Here’s what I’ll do. I’ll introduce a tiny amount in the market. People would recognize it as sacred or magical with plenty of history behind it. Once I do that, I can manipulate the price for it and bring you all the money, all the weapons, all the ships you need.’, the duke reassured the Northuldra leader.
Yelena spoke at length ‘Alright, I agree to the venture. Let’s begin with ten logs.’
Mathias hung his head in defeat and nursed his forehead, which had begun to throb. This is not going to end well.
Yelena tried to comfort him after the duke left ‘Listen, for every tree we cut down, we’ll plant ten, I promise.’
‘Even if you do that, it won’t be the sacred forest of the fifth spirit anymore.’ Mathias said ruefully.
As the duke made his way to the ship waiting off the coast on his rowboat, one of his taciturn guards asked him ‘Your grace, why do we need these bunch of sheep worshippers?’
The duke grinned darkly ‘When a rival nation is at war with itself, best let it consume itself.’
Around the same time, somewhere in northern Greece
‘Rider, move your ass and get over here!’ A portly man called out as he wiped a greasy hand on his apron.
‘Coming, Elios!’ Flynn came running in. He was now a man of seventeen; having seen a fair bit of the world by now and had been working with Elios for a few months. Elios had hidden Flynn to save him from ‘The Hawk’, a notorious smuggler who had trapped him in his ring. In return, Flynn agreed to work for him in his front business.
‘Why must I go through this fucking chore every time? To have to call you up like a fucking parade float to just do your blessed job?’
‘I’m sorry for being two minutes late. I already did the prep for tonight; the bar has been cleaned and stocked. I just took a nap, calm your tits.’
‘I’ve heard that many times, give me something new Flynn’ Elios rolled his eyes.
‘What do you think I’ve been doing? Making merry around the city square? Come on, I know better than that.’
‘Don’t bother lying to me. I swear, one of those women is gonna make you the sacrificial goat someday.’
‘Alright, I heard your speech. Got it, can we move on?’
Elios wiped some sweat off his forehead and asked, ‘You know who’s coming tonight?’
‘Yeah I do, friends loyal to the Greek cause.’ Flynn answered without faltering
‘Not just any friend, mind you. The Gent is coming along with the Sicilians.’
Flynn’s ears perked up at that piece of news. The Gent was a legend in Northern Greece, almost singlehandedly forming the on-land resistance against the Ottomans in the Greek war of independence. He had been involved in the resistance for nearly seven years now and was lobbying for foreign support.
‘Wow, that’s a hero if I ever saw one.’
‘I told you I’ll introduce you to him soon. Today’s the day.’
‘Now, why would he visit an affluent restaurant filled with Turks day in and out, I’m sure I don’t know.’ Flynn stated incuriously.
‘Hey Flynn, let his people worry about it. I’m sure his people would be clever enough to figure it out.’ Elios was a practical man who knew the streets well, however, forethought was not his strongest suit.
‘No, Elios. Hear me out. If the Gent is ambushed here, we’re done for. Everything will be up for grabs and I know neither of us would like the prick of the cold sabre chopping our necks. And if we know The Gent is coming, the officials certainly know. And if the Sicilians find out, you’ll end up wearing concrete shoes, old boy. You may know the gutters and the roads, but I know loyalty.’
‘What do you suppose we do now? We can’t really serve them in public view.’
‘That is true. Tell you what, let’s clear the cellar for their dinner. I’m sure they don’t want any outsider to hear what they are discussing amongst themselves. Also, I think you should serve them personally, Elios.’
‘No can do. I’m the front. If I don’t stay there, they’ll investigate. You’ll have to serve them yourself. I’m sorry Flynn. The Gent trusts me, if he sees that I consider you worthy, he’ll be comfortable.’
But I don’t know the first thing about him and the others. What if I offend them without meaning to?’
‘Don’t be stupid, Flynn. We both know you know better than that. If the service is good, they’ll fill your pockets with enough dosh to set you up for years. If I truly know you, you wouldn’t miss this opportunity for the world.’
‘Alright, I’ll do it. Say Elios, what if I warm them personally first about the last-minute change of scenery?’
‘No. I’ll have to warn them myself. Set the cellar up. I did contact them two days ago; I’ll do it again.’
‘Just make sure you’re not followed.’
‘Hey Rider, who knows the street better?’
‘You do, clearly.’
‘Yup. I’ll be back soon.’
A few hours later, a party of people showed up. There was the Gent, a tall slender man, worn down by the hiding and fighting. His face was warm enough, save for the green eyes that could bore holes through the Earth, and a crooked mouth that had a scare across the top lip. Still, he felt like a man who could fight forever. As for the Sicilians, they were something else entirely.
It was a band of seven people. The man most fancily dressed, along with the ruby ring on his little finger and the gold watch and chain, was obviously the leader. The six were presumably his bodyguards, each one burlier and more imposing that the last, looking like killers happy to kill a priest in the middle of a sermon. Ruthless and royal. Dressed to the nines up to their plug caps.
Flynn suddenly felt dwarfed and puny.
‘Gentlemen, this is Flynn, he’s been working with me for a few months, he’ll be serving you tonight.’ Elios gave a short introduction and left. Flynn gave a short bow, not sure how to address these powerful men.
‘What’s your name, green boy?’ The Gent asked.
‘Flynn.’
‘How old are you?’
‘Going to be seventeen next month.’
You’re not from around these parts, are you? Your accent tells me....Austria Hungary?’
‘No sir, Corona. The Rhinelands, to be exact.’
‘Uh huh. How’d you end up in Greece?’
‘War orphan from the Napoleonic wars, pushed around all of Europe, ended up here.’ By now, Flynn knew the story by heart.
‘My condolences. Ok Flynn, you’re going to undergo something unpleasant. Forgive me, just the nature of these times. I need to be sure of your loyalty.’
Before Flynn could reply, one of the goons was upon him, almost choking him with his weight, pressing down on his spine. Even if Flynn had any wind left him, he couldn’t yell.
‘Answer me, why was the room changed at such short notice?’
‘When the Gent asks, you better fucking answer, figlio di sfagato!’
‘Get off him, let him speak.’ The goon got off at once.
Flynn coughed and gasped for air. When he could breathe normally, he said weakly , ‘Mr. Gent, it was Mr. Elios who suggested it.’ Flynn barely finished his sentence before receiving a punch in the gut, knocking the air out of him.
‘That’s a lie. Elios is not that big a thinker. You seem to be smarter than you let on. Why’d you try to protect us from the Turks?’
‘I didn’t want them to kill you here. That would be underhanded and filthy. I’ve heard....heard that you believe in engaging them head on, I didn’t want them to ambush you. You’re a hero around here, would be a shame if I couldn’t do my bit for your cause.’ Flynn was hit yet again by the goon, this time in his nose. Blood had begin ebbing from his mouth and nose.
‘You’ve said enough. I can guess the rest of the story. Either betray the Turks and face the sabre or betray us and face getting shot in the face. Why choose us over them?’
‘I gambled here.....I’d rather be loyal to someone fighting the slavers for freedom than the slaver themselves.’ Flynn braced himself for another hit, but the hit never came.
Instead he could hear a chuckle from the Sicilian leader, who had gestured his goon to stand down. He approached Flynn and held him by the cheek, saying in thick accent, ’Felino. That’s your name from now on. Felino the crooked nose. Drinks on the house, all night. Keep the drinks up, you’ll be richer than the sultan come morning. Good boy.’
The leader, or don as they were calling him now, lightly tapped his cheek and went back to his place, settling down with the Gent and the other goons. Flynn left the room and almost crumpled on the floor. I could’ve died there, he thought for a second. Nevertheless, he composed himself and put on his charm; Felino the crooked nose had a job to do.
Ha, the duke of Weselton’s such a bastard, always stirring up shit wherever he goes lol. I love the potential his character has.
Our Man Flynn is serving the big boys now! What could happen?
Thanks again to those who continue reading this silly story :P
As always, constructive feedback is always welcome!
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Omg I love the RDJ!outfit!Tony Stark fics, they've made my crappy day. Do the Snow White outfit please!
Movie nights are a sacred Avengers team tradition. Every Tuesday, barring any villainous attacks or special fundraising events, the team gathers in the den at 8pm with bowls of popcorn and chips for a few hours. Often, they’d skip dinner altogether and feast solely on junk food for the night. It’s not a good diet at all, but they compensate for it the next day with some extra rigorous team training.
The films are usually pre-selected. Every Thursday each team member throws out a suggestion and JARVIS sends out a survey to everyone to cast their votes. Each person gets three picks, and the two titles with the highest number of votes will be announced on Sunday as the chosen movies for the upcoming week.
For the next movie night, they pick Pitch Perfect and Ralph Breaks the Internet. A few minutes after JARVIS makes the announcement, Clint sends a text to the group.
Clint: wear something related to ur favorite disney princess on tuesday. dibs on merida xx
Bruce: I call Belle, I guess?
Natasha: Mulan
Tony: cap you’re obviously aurora
Steve: Fine I guess I call dibs on Sleeping Beauty
Thor: Rapunzel :)
Natasha: Tony, who’s yours?
Tony: mulan actually but i’ll choose another princess. just wait and see :)
The next two days pass by rather uneventfully. By the time movie night rolls around, everyone’s excited to see what each person is going to wear.
Steve and Bruce work together to get all the snacks ready for the night. As they leave the kitchen to head into the den, they see that Clint is already there, toy bow in hand and dressed in a white shirt and purple pajama pants with little bullseyes printed on them.
“That’s your outfit?” Bruce asks. “You know, you don’t really need an excuse to wear pajamas to movie night.”
“Yup. Besides, it doesn’t look like Cap’s or your outfits are any better,” Clint points out.
He’s right. Bruce is just wearing a short sleeved yellow shirt with a book print pattern, and Steve is wearing his standard sweats with a sleep mask pushed into his blond locks like a hair band.
The other team members start to stroll in one by one, and it’s clear that no one really took Clint’s request all that seriously.
Natasha is wearing a comfy oversized t-shirt with a dragon printed on the back. Somehow, she also managed to find a giant sword-shaped stuffed toy.
Thor comes into the room in just a t-shirt and jeans. Natasha raises an eyebrow. “And how, exactly, are you honoring Rapunzel tonight?”
“I braided my hair! I even added little flowers!” the god responds proudly. He turns so the others can see his hair, and they have to admit, Thor looks very pretty.
As always, Tony is the last to arrive. He ambles in casually and takes a look around the room and smirks. “Alright. It’s official. I win.”
“It’s not a contest,” Clint says. “And there’s no possible way you can win when you’re wearing those pants and those shoes. Who’d you borrow them from? Ronald McDonald?”
“Oh please, birdbrain. All you guys did was throw on a shirt or some pj’s and called it a job well done. At least I color-coordinated my entire outfit to match Snow White. I win.”
“No one wins,” Natasha cuts in. “We all look ridiculous. Let’s just start the movie.”
“…I still win though,” Tony says petulantly.
“Oh hush, Tony.” Steve shakes his head, fond smile tugging at his lips. He grabs Tony’s hand and pulls him down onto the couch. “Movie time.”
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