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grimmfitzz · 1 year
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Saw a Tiktok of Keery being mesmerised by Quinn and I don’t like speculating about real people but it did make me think about Famous Eddie/Just Some Guy Steve.
Like Steve is just that cute guy that sometimes appears in pics backstage or on the road in CC photos. He’s driving the bus in the early days, unloading equipment, setting up everyone’s positions on stage, carrying water bottles.
Like he’s just in the background doing a little bit of everything until CC starts making a bit of a name for themselves. They start making enough money to hire people to fill all those roles but Steve’s still there if you look. He’s still walking alongside Eddie in most paparazzi photos - he gets call a body guard, a personal assistant, a manager. His appearances get less and less frequent as time passes. Eddie gets asked all the time who this man is that’s always just around. Eddie tells wilder and wilder stories in response.
‘Oh that’s my demon slayer. I made a deal with the devil you see, and he keeps me safe.’
‘Oh that’s my lifeguard. I just keep him around. Deathly afraid of sharks and Charlie horses ya know?’
‘That guy? That’s my hairspray guy. That backpack is actually just packed with Farrah Faucet spray. I’ve got an hookup since it was discontinued.’
‘Oh man, yeah that’s Steve-O. He’s an after hours drag racer. I need a get-away driver more often than you think.’
So people just stop asking. Or really it becomes a bit of a deep cut joke for the ‘in the know’ interviewers to ask about Steve just for the wild story they know Eddie will tell.
Then, decades into their career, Corroded Coffin is months away from being inducted into the Rock n’ Roll hall of fame. The interview is intense and heartfelt. Eddie, along with the rest of the band, has really let himself open up: about growing up poor in small-town Indiana, about outrunning peoples perceptions of you, of fame and how it’s changed their dynamic.
When the questions wind down and the conversation naturally takes a turn towards the more lighthearted, the interviewer asked the question.
“So- inquiring minds want to know.” The woman asks, throwing a mischievous grin at the band. A PA from off camera snickers as he ducks his face away from the camera to set up an easel beside her. He puts a big poster board of something on top of it before racing out of frame.
The interview pulls a piece of paper, loosely taped, off the board and it it’s a compilation of grainy photos. All of them of Steve and Eddie. There’s dozens cluttered together.
“Who is this?” She asks.
The compilation is just so thorough that Eddie thinks maybe she’s sussed it out but no. She looks like she’s waiting for the same silly answer he always gives.
The band around him gives his shoulders a few firm squeezes because they’d talked about this already, about what it would mean, about what it might risk but it isn’t the 80’s anymore, god damnit.
“Well,” Eddie replies with a big smile. Suddenly he’s choked up. His eyes water and the guys all scoot a little closer, murmuring reassurances the audio doesn’t quite catch. Eddie just nods at them and takes a deep breath. “As of last week, thanks to the world finally catching up to what I knew back in ‘86, that’s my husband.”
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sunnyaelia · 1 month
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Love Languages
Alexia and her different ways of showing you her love 
Basically just every single love language and how exactly Alexia uses it to show her love for you
This is just the purest fluff for her 
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There’s a lot of ways Alexia shows her love for you. You had made her take a quiz once on what her love languages were, wanting to ensure that you could love her effectively in a way that would result in her actually feeling loved. The result didn’t really surprise you, it had been apparent your entire relationship that Alexia was the kind of person to desire physical touch. It showed in the way she handled everyone around her, hugs and kisses between her and her family something you constantly saw. It was also noticeable in the way she treated you. 
Not a day went by without her grabbing your hand and kissing it, holding you close while you two cuddled on the bed or couch and kissing your cheeks and lips. Her hands often slid underneath your shirts, desperate to feel your skin and be closer to you. She was always sitting next to you, close enough that your legs were touching, one hand holding yours or laying on your thigh. Similarly she was usually hovering right behind you in any kind of crowd, ensuring that you wouldn’t get separated from her with a hand on your lower back. She liked to tangle her feet with yours under tables when you two were somewhere, careful as to not alert anyone to it but wanting to have at least some kind of contact with you. 
Followed by physical touch was quality time. Alexia’s schedule was packed - there wasn’t much time left in between for seeing you on a daily basis without anyone else around. She made it work though, unhappy if she had to go even one day without getting to enjoy your smile and your laugh. Even if it was just an hour before she fell asleep on the couch - Alexia was there. In the off seasons she always booked at least two weeks of vacation with just you, nobody else from her friends or family were allowed to join so she could finally spend her entire time with only you. She respected your work load as well, not expecting you to just jump up and be ready when she had time and so she was more than content to just silently sit next to you and busy herself while you were working. Happy, as long as she got to be in your presence. 
Alexia wasn’t big on acts of services for herself, having trouble accepting any help as she just simply preferred to do it herself. But she absolutely revelled in being able to do anything for you, always the first to bring you a water bottle and open it for you since you sometimes struggled with the cap. She also loved cooking for you since she didn’t often get the time and chance to do so. So once she was there, you didn’t have to do anything - and weren’t allowed to either. Alexia ordering you to sit down and relax while she cooked and then also cleaned. She was well aware that you carried more of the household chores since she was constantly in training camps and had long days so she made up for it by doing deep cleans regularly and as many of the normal duties as she possibly could, especially ensuring that the chores you disliked most were done before she left. Your gas tank was seemingly always full though you never had to fill it up yourself, Alexia always keeping an eye on it and filling it up before it could ever run out. She also filled up the fridge before she left for a few weeks, aware that you hated going grocery shopping. You were terrified of bugs and spiders, Alexia therefore not only buying you a good bug spray and regularly spraying the apartment with it but also removing anything that sometimes crawled around, never complaining even if she had to get up from a comfortable spot on the couch to do it. 
Her love also translated into giving you gifts. First it was a promise ring, then a nice necklace and then a fitting bracelet before she finished it off with earrings to create a perfect set. Even more than those grande gestures you loved the small stuff. Her bringing you small treats that she knew you liked and also regularly bringing flowers. She always made sure to bring the flowers randomly, buying them and taking them to you so you’d to be surprised by them, getting you a different arrangement every single time as well. She never hesitated to bring you to your favourite restaurant and pay for everything, shutting down any protests with a searing kiss and claiming that you deserved to be spoiled. It wasn’t always about the money either, the small bracelet she had once made by hand because you found it so cute was just as appreciated - if not even more - than the expensive one she had bought. 
Not her strongest suit was words of affirmation - though she worked hard on that one, ensuring that you wouldn’t doubt her love even once. She basically never used your real name, always calling you with a pet name of some kind, normally the Spanish ones since they made you blush. The direct words ‘I love you’ were rarer from her, the vulnerability something Alexia struggled with. She did make sure to tell you despite that, often whispering praises onto your skin as she took you apart, using the distraction of her hands on you to assure you over and over just how much she loved you. You never left the house without having heard a compliment, the way her eyes raked up and down your body in appreciation never making you doubt that she was telling the truth. The way your eyes light up every time she looks at you and tells you how much she adores you, loves you and appreciates you makes it easier for her to get used to saying it, revelling in how happy you look and the way you almost glow at her words. 
Alexia has many different ways of ensuring that you know just how loved you are.
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For the DA AU, how are they with pregnant people? What if MC is pregnant? Maybe she announces to the staff that she had a accidental pregnancy, but decided to keep the child?
Red: With her permission, of course, he lets the kids know- he wants to make sure they understand to be gentler with her. Also, if she gets ill or tired, or doesn't show up some days, they'll understand why! He's just hoping the kids will stop asking where babies come from. That's for parents to explain. 
He always lingered around her, but he does even more- usually he drops a few terrible lines that make her go pink, but he now lurks around her well after he should, watching her go about her business and trying to help. He’s always offering to make her tea or get her a snack, eager to ensure she’s hydrated and well rested... but he’s always staring, it’s sometimes unnerving. He muses out loud about what she might name the baby... “are you gonna bring ‘em to the daycare? won’t that be fun!”
It’s sweet, at first. She likes having someone looking out for her. But... she does get a little concerned with how he starts acting with other adults. Not just staff- even parents. People come up to her and ask her innocent questions about the baby, and she can feel Red’s empty glare from across the room. If anyone ever tries to touch her belly he appears out of nowhere like a ghost, grabbing them and removing them from the room with a cheery “keep your hands to yourself inside the daycare!”
It probably doesn’t mean anything.
Sans: Being pregnant won't save her from his Mischief and Mayhem. In fact, he just seems to double down on plaguing her, stealing her keycard so often she's started carrying around a decoy card and a flashlight to beam in his face if he gets close. Her using a flashlight on him is the equivalent of using a spray bottle on an aggressive cat. It’s because he’s extra desperate for her time and focus- he loves babies, and the girl he likes is pregnant, he wants to be involved in everything she does. As soon as she’s not involving him, he acts out to get her attention again.
If she thought Red’s hovering was bad, Sans is a hundred times worse. He’ll literally hang over her shoulder like a clingy kid if she’s not looking at him, so close his eyelights light up her face- if he could breathe he’d be breathing down her neck. He’s always demanding she sits down, has a nap, eats/drinks something, stops working... he’ll steal her laptop and phone if she keeps working. 
To be honest, she kinda finds it endearing that regardless of which personality is greeting her, both daycare attendants want her to look after herself. She also finds it sweet that even though Sans is the clingiest, most annoying, and most boundary-defying robot she knows, he’ll always quietly ask permission before he touches her belly. And if she says no, he’s clearly annoyed, but he never pushes.
Skull: Skull is always listening. Red and Sans often ask her to rest because Skull is intrusive-thought-style saying it over and over again until one of them asks her. But he doesn’t make many appearances, especially if she doesn’t know him already... he doesn’t want to frighten her when she’s pregnant. That just sounds like a bad idea. But as she gets more pregnant, he can’t help himself. Even while trapped behind Red or Sans he constantly reaches out to touch her belly- luckily, she gave those two permission, so it’s not considered much of a problem. 
Something that might get him to come out is if she ever complains about her feet/back hurting. Says it’s very uncomfy where she’s sat. She makes a lighthearted complaint, and suddenly she’s picked up- she giggles, thinking Red/Sans just scooped her up as a joke...
... until she feels the second pair of arms.
“... comfy... now?” :)
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the-mighty-jellybean · 6 months
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The Hound of Hell's Kitchen
A/N: Hi Guys, so let's do this, brand new book, with a brand new fascination of mine. This is going to be a/b/o dynamic because I'm loving fics like this recently. I've been doing more research on this dynamic and how I can improve from my Stucky one. Including new terms and practices within this AU. Anyway, let's get on with this book.
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Series Summary: "We are only as blind as we want to be." Maya Angelou
Y/N Y/L/N was not prepared to be hindered by how the world viewed her position in society, not even the law was going to define, who she was as a person. Strong, brave and true of heart. The very qualities that make her so attractive to the Devil of Hell's Kitchen.
Pairings: Matt Murdock x Reader
Series Warning: Fluff, Eventual Smut, Angst and a little childhood trauma, just to really spice some things up. Strong Language
(18+ Only)
Chapter One: Laws of the Concrete Jungle
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Chapter Warnings: Strong Language, Angst, Violence
Word Count: 2.9k
"Start from the beginning, Miss Y/L/N," the man in red spectacles probed, "and we'll take it from there."
-------------A Few Hours earlier----------
"I heard, it's eyes glow like the devil."
"That's bullshit. I've heard when it howls, the ground shakes with the force of a thousand earthquakes."
Y/N quietly snorted to herself as she eaves-dropped on the two blabbering Beta's across from her on the subway. She quickly looked down at her feet, when the two men looked up at her, she reached into her bag to grab the small spray bottle, which contained her industrial sent blocker. Y/N was quick to apply the spray to her wrists, rubbing it in firmly, the blockers own scent was masked by the perfumed fragrance of rose and lavender. The men look away, Y/N rouse was bought, and the men carried on their conspiracy theories, Y/N electing to tune out this time.
The subway groaned under the weight of its cargo, as it pulled itself around the city. Y/N knew how it must have felt, supporting the people of this city, thankless; as it fulfils its purpose society had created it for.
Society.
What a joke that word was to Y/N. Society had done nothing for Y/N since the day she was born. In school, Y/N was taught that Society is what keeps the world ticking, without Society, the world descends in to chaos. Society and natural order was what kept people under control, and in their places.
What was Y/N's role?
Well the one Society had chosen for her, left her vulnerable; left her unable to work; unable to support herself; it had left her without a family; and all in all, she was alone within this society.
The natural order, Y/N was told to follow, left her at the bottom of the pile. An Omega, an unmated Omega at that.
The law stated that Y/N was not allowed to work, she would only be permitted to undertake voluntary work, but that was limited, as employers weren't keen on unmated Omegas holding positions within their establishment. Worried that an Alpha would not take kindly to the idea of having an unmated Omega in their presence, whether that be because of their own superiority complex, or employers would not be keen on settling any industrial tribunals if a Omega were attacked on their time.
Omegas weren't really allowed to even be out on their own. Traveling in a pack of Omegas was the preferred method, if you were yet to be mated, kept everyone safe, and was seen as proper, within this society.
However, Y/N sat alone on the rusted train, the only reason she successfully navigated this concrete jungle, was because of the black market blockers, she'd managed to source in some random back alley. It wasn't illegal to own scent toners, this was a chemical solution, which allows the scents of Omega's to be turned down, so that they might be less alluring to Alphas. Yet it was illegal to completely mask your scent altogether, let alone force your scent to be so severely altered, it made you present as something completely different. It had taken her ages to find the perfect solution to her natural predicament, but coming to New York had opened up many avenues, both for the better and the worse.
The train crunched to a stop, the whole train in unison shifting slightly to the left before snapping back right, then finding their balance once again. The doors shift open, people get off, people get on...but wait;
'What's that smell?'
Y/N thought, she scans the open doors either side of her, settling on the door on her right, she tries to subtly sniff the air, desperate to solidify the smell.
Her scenes land on a young girl, probably no older than 15, she smells of vanilla, but there's a hint of mildew. The familiar smell of female puberty. The breeze from the underground station she had just stepped off of, only helped to push her scent further into the small compartment.
Either she didn't know, or was trying to ignore it, but this girl was right in the middle of her presenting, and it wasn't going to end well for her.
Y/N noticed how the whole carriage had turned to face this innocent girl, the hairs stood up on the back of her neck, when a much older man entered just after the turning Omega. He had that look in his eye, a look that Y/N recognised all to well, a look that had haunted her every day of her life.
It was a wild look, pupils dilated, his lips were pursed in a thin line, low growls were rippling across his chest. They were quiet enough not to alert others in the train, but they were loud enough for Y/N sensitive hearing.
Y/N's fingers curled into fists, her own breathing laboured, when she noticed the way the Alpha male stood over the young girl. It was obvious the young Omega was uncomfortable, the way she picked at the fabric of her pants, bouncing her knee, staring straight ahead at her feet.
It appeared that no one else on the train was bothered by this clear display of Alpha aggression. Once the doors closed and everyone performed their unison dance to the left before popping back up to the right, they carried on with their lives. Y/N could tell some people were forcing themselves to ignore what was going on, mainly the elderly, and the other women within the carriage. Not wanting to draw attention to themselves.
However, Y/N was not intimidated by the obvious mating display, that she was witnessing. As the train continued to rattle along the track, the Alpha only appeared to be more incentivised by the "lack" of interest this little girl was showing.
When the train arrived at the next stop, the girl stands up, attempting to pass the man in front of her, he only side stepped to block her exit. She tries again, this time on the other side, but the man follows, this time he places his hand on her wrist.
That was all Y/N needed to see, she stands immediately, striding over to the Alpha.
"Let her go and get off the train." Y/N demand, standing not so much nose to nose, more chest to nose, with the aggravated Alpha.
"Buzz off Beta, this is none of your business." The man snarls, without taking his eyes, from the panicked young girl. Well at least Y/N knew her blockers were working.
Y/N snatches at the man's arm, gripping it tightly, by now the public are watching once again.
"I said," she sternly whispers, "Let. Go. Of. Her."
"Or what, Beta, what you gonna do about it"
"This."
Squeezing the man's arm firmly, she feels it break under her crushing grip instantly, making the Alpha cry out in pain. He goes to grab hold of the arm, squeezing his own, but Y/N is quick to slap it away, before she grabs the man under his throat. Panicked choking, splutters out of his mouth, spit splashing Y/N's face.
Slowly, Y/N raises the man off his feet, before she launches him through the closing train doors, bending them out of shape, as the Alpha flies through them, landing hard on the platform on the other side.
Y/N is panting with anger, but she swallows thickly, eyes darting left to right, everyone was looking, both in shock and fear. Y/N places her hand on the small of the young Omega's back, and pushes her lightly off the train, guiding her over the whimpering Alpha, who cradles his arm close to his chest, as he gasps for his own breath.
The Omega glances behind her shoulder, eyes wide, but she does go willingly with Y/N, who pushes her out of the subway station, and up onto street level.
"Are you alright?' Y/N asks the girl, once they're a good distance away from the scene that just unfolded.
"Umm yes, I think...um...thank you." the girl fumbled her way through the sentence, she was still wary. "What was that? You enhanced?"
"Something like that, but you don't need to worry anymore." Y/N flashed a brief smile, before reaching back into her rucksack and pulling out the spray, "Here put some of this on, then I advise going to the nearest pharmacy and getting a bottle of toner."
"Thanks...again." The Omega smiled shyly, taking the solution, and spraying it on her neck and wrists.
"Do your pits as well." Y/N advised, the girl's face going a light shade of pink, but she still does it, "Your scent will be strongest in your armpits, until you finish presenting."
The girl nodded, before spraying one last time just on the centre of her chest, and then hands the spray bottle back to Y/N, who quickly puts it in her bag.
"What's your name?" the omega asked.
"Y/N. What's yours?"
"Lucy."
Y/N flashes her smile, and extends her hand, and Lucy takes it, shaking it.
"Nice to meet you Lucy, stay out of trouble." Y/N advised once more, before slinging her rucksack onto her back, and walking away from the stunned girl, who quickly turns as well, heading to the local pharmacy.
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"Where have you been?" Jordan asked, wheeling his chair out from behind his desk, when Y/N threw her bag onto the floor.
"Don't ask." Y/N huffed, grabbing the stool next to her work station and seating herself, close to her picking station.
"Well, I'm your boss, I'm meant to ask, when my employee is late." Jordan chuckles. He was a kind Beta man, who ran a t-shirt printing shop towards the edge of hell's kitchen. Business was quiet, but that was better for Y/N. Jordan gave Y/N a job purely because she could lift heavier boxes of t-shirts than he could. He didn't ask questions about that, he was just grateful for the help.
And Y/N was just grateful that Jordan didn't really ask questions at all. Not about how she ended up in New York, or even where she had come from before. All he wanted was for her to turn up on time, pick some vinyl, and press t-shirts....and occasionally lift some deliveries.
She was good at all but the first.
Y/N did feel guilty about lying to Jordan, he was a good friend, but she didn't want to risk getting him into trouble. After all it was illegal to employ an unmated Omega for paid work.
"Sorry, bit of a situation on the subway." Y/N shrugged, head still down as she picked away at the plastic.
"Do I want to know anymore?"
"Nah, just some drunk." Y/N spoke without skipping a beat. That was all Jordan needed, as he turned back to his computer to answer emails.
Y/N was only a few hours into her shift before the peaceful silence that had fallen between the two coworkers was broken, by the sound of the shop bell ringing as someone entered through the front door.
Both of them looked up and were shocked to see two police officer standing at the front desks.
"Officers, how may I help you?' Jordan stood from his desk, making the very short walk to the front of the shop.
"We're looking for Y/N Y/L/N."
Y/N's blood ran cold, it felt as if her heart leapt out of her chest, and splattered onto the desk in front of her. Slowly she stood up, and came into view of the officers.
"How can I help you, officers." Y/N tried to control the shake in her voice, the reason for the visit from law enforcement could literally be a hundred different reasons, and all of which would end in Y/N getting herself a one way ticket to Manhattan Correctional Facility...or worst.
"Do you know anything about an incident on the subway from Sunnyside?" The officer asked, placing his hands on his hips, Y/N noticed how his fingers brushed over the Glock strapped to his belt, before they settled at his waist. The other officer is clearly sniffing the air, he isn't very subtle as he literally dips his head down and up, trying to profile Y/N.
"What another drunk wander onto the tracks?" Y/N tries to distract, she rubs at the gland on her wrist, trying to push the forced scent of confusion around the room.
"Not exactly no," the officer smirked, "We're gonna need you to come with us Miss Y/L/N."
"What for, am I under arrest?" Y/N spoke in disbelief, still trying to scent confused rather than panic.
"Depends, you gonna come quietly?" The officer's hands dropped down from his waist, to sitting on his cuffs and gun.
"I don't think I'll have a choice." Y/N mumbles, looking to Jordan, who sat in complete disbelief, his mouth hanging open, eyebrows knitted together in confusion, his scent was strong, and clear.
"Y/N?" Jordan manages to force out.
"It's okay, Jordy," Y/N held her hand up, and she shuffled over towards the officers, she kicks her rucksack subtly under the desk, the officers none the wiser, "It'll be okay."
The officers escort her out, taking her to their car, before they made their journey back to the precinct.
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"Name." the clerk asked, not taking her eyes from the computer screen, as Y/N stood in front of the desk,
"Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N." Y/N stated clearly, still trying to push the scent of confusion into the air.
Once the clerk had answered all the questions, Y/N was taken to a small interview room, the lights low and hazy, Y/N snuffed at the mirror on one side of the room, controlling the urge to wave.
The officer placed his hand on her shoulder, pushing her roughly into one of the seats. Y/N had to prevent herself from growling, or spiking her anger levels.
"Wait here," the officer spoke gruffly, "you have a lawyer?"
"I wasn't aware I was under arrest?" Y/N asked, looking up at the officer, confusion thick in the air.
"A lawyer will be provided to you if you don't have one." The officer didn't break character.
"No, I don't have a lawyer." Y/N huffed, turning to face the other side of the table which was empty. Slotting her fingers together, she starts to bounce her leg, once the officer left the room.
Y/N tried to listen to the conversations outside the door, however, the precinct was a busy place, banging and clanging, shouting and screaming, it was hard to pick up any specific conversations.
Suddenly something came through all the chatter and the chaos.
A tapping.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Getting louder and louder as it approached the doorway.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Y/N's ears flicked, when the tapping appeared to be outside the door.
Tap. Tap. Click.
The door pushed open, and two men walked into the room. First one, his scent was plain, boring, but with a hint of stale whiskey. Beta. The second man, now his scent was interesting.
Vetiver and sandalwood. It was an Alpha's scent, but it wasn't strong.
'Is he wearing a toner?'
Y/N was so deep in thought, she hadn't even noticed that the second man was completely blind, until she realised the red shades he was wearing, weren't a fashion choice. And the tap, tap, tapping was coming from the cane he had in his hand.
Y/N watched the blind man very closely, as he sat himself directly across from her, the Beta sitting himself next to him.
"And you are?" Y/N questioned, her leg still bouncing, she chewed her lip.
"I'm Franklin Nelson and this is my partner Matthew Murdock, but please call us Foggy and Matt." The Beta chirped, he was happy, a little too happy for Y/N's usual somber appearance.
"Aww you guys make a cute couple." Y/N snarked, the Beta's smile dropped momentarily, before he managed to fix it back on his face. Y/N smelt the tinge of embarrassment, but she smelt amusement from the Alpha.
"Not that kind of partner." Matt smirked.
"We are your legal representation," Foggy explained, "And we want to hear your side of the story."
"Well I'd love to give it to you, but I'm not really sure why I am here." Y/N shrugged, partly telling the truth.
"They haven't informed you?" Matt asked.
"Nope, all I know is two cops show up at my place of work, asking about my morning commute to work, that was all."
"And you can't possibly think what might have happened on your way to work this morning that might explain why you might be sat here right now?" Foggy enquired, Matt tilted his head to the side, and appeared to look as if he'd zoned out.
"Nope." Y/N lied, she could have sworn Matt's lips twitched into a smile, when she spoke, but his face for the majority remained unreadable.
"Well maybe this will explain a few things." Foggy reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, he taps a few things in before turning the screen to face, Y/N, who's brows are furrowed as she watches a news clip begin on the screen.
Slowly Y/N's eyes go wide, as the video is played to her. The shaky footage showed the grainy image of a woman on a subway, lifting a man twice her size off the floor by his neck, before hurtling him through the metal doors of the train.
Although the image was blurry, if you knew it was Y/N it was unmistakable.
"Start from the beginning Miss Y/L/N." The man with the red spectacles probed, "and we'll take it from there."
Chapter Two
A/N: Welp I hope that's an interesting first chapter for you guys. You know I like a slow burner, when it comes to my fics, and this one will be no different. Updates won't be as regular as they use to be because I'm a hell of a lot busier these days, but I promise I won't make you wait too long between each chapter.
Drop me a note if you wish to be added to my Taglist, gonna start a new one for this fic, because I don't know if people form my old one would want to be included in my new content.
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raainberry · 7 months
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Record and Rewind - II
« Photographic film is a chemically reactive material that records a fixed or still image when the film is exposed to light. »
fem!idol x gn!reader
Fluff
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synopsis - while on one of your many solo adventures, your signature scent unexpectedly draws in the love of your life to you
word count - 2.2K words
TW - Light Cussing (censored)
A/N - Decided I’d make this into a series, I’m having too much fun writing it. Thank you to everyone who read part.1, I really appreciate it and I hope you like it. Also, the perfume in question in this story is heavily inspired by Wakeheart perfumes, check them out. They discontinued the perfumes, but they make nice candles now.
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“Do you carry your own perfume around often?”
The woman asked as you came back from the igloo, bottle in hand and the piece of paper in the other.
“Always. You never know.” You simply answered, taking the place you occupied earlier.
“If you ever get asked about it?” She guessed, searching for your eyes as you motioned for her to give you her wrist.
“Exactly.” You smiled.
Not to her, but to yourself.
Or at least that’s what it looked like. Either way, she had caught it, and the sight pleased her enough for her to do the same.
“Is this the first time someone asked you for a sample?” She wondered as you sprayed her skin with the fragrance that had pulled her to you.
“The third.” You answered simply yet again before diverting the attention away from you and to the sample. “So what do you think?”
The woman chuckled, almost amused by your bluntness.
“You’re not very talkative, are you?” She pointed out, glancing at your hands as they folded a piece of paper around.
“Not really.” You affirmed, staring at the ground after a soft chuckle slipped past your lips.
“What a shame. Your voice is really nice.” She said truthfully.
She usually wasn’t a fan of deep voices, but the tone of your voice simply sounded pretty to her ears. The way you were so calm and took your time with your words, it seemed to act as a softener. It was almost calming if her heart wouldn’t pick up the pace in anticipation of said words.
“Thank you.” You said, a shy smile making its way to your lips before you continued, against her expectations. “Better than yours?”
You’d think she’d be surprised by either your comment or the fact that you flirted back despite your attention seemingly being elsewhere—if not by both.
Well, she was.
Everyone has a way with words—whether it be bad or excellent, or fighting somewhere around average— and while your words were scarce… your level was starting to manifest in the better half of the scale, to the woman’s delight.
She was loving it.
“Could be. All I’m gonna say is I’m glad we’re not co-workers.” She joked, unknowingly leaving the person beside her confused.
You had no clue as to what she was possibly referring to, but you didn’t want to ruin whatever was going on.
As ironic as it sounds, you knew when to shut up.
So you simply went with the flow, as you’ve done all your life, and spoke what was certainly the most words she’d heard you say at once so far.
“Then would it be okay for me to address you by name?”
Her eyes snapped up, and her breath caught in her throat when they actually met your gaze.
Seemed like you had let go of the fiddling for further effect.
The quiet ones, she thought. Always all or nothing.
It worked wonderfully.
“You’d have to talk to me a bit more.”
You smiled. You liked a bit of challenge.
“What do you want to know?” You complied, making her smile.
“What did you put in your perfume?” She asked, curious.
“Vanilla, coffee blossom, almond and pink pepper.” You revealed with a smile.
The woman raised her eyebrows at the last ingredient.
It was surprising, but after the last couple exchanges? Its presence made perfect sense. This whole confection made perfect sense, no wonder you considered it as your signature scent.
She brought her wrist to her nose, identifying each of the notes you’d mentioned.
“Have you named it?” She asked.
“The fragrance?” You said and she nodded, humming.
“Conscience Conversations.”
The woman smiled, “Very pretty. Any meaning behind it?”
You shrugged, your gaze now becoming evasive. “Just… the connection to your inner voice.”
“That’s what inspired it?” She guessed, trying to keep your focus on her, and you nodded. “How?”
She sure was curious.
Usually, this was the part where you would tap out of the conversations your perfume usually issued, as it touched on something quite dear to you.
This time though, you didn’t feel that urge to run away. Instead, you felt somewhat happy to open up, although still feeling shy.
Judging on your conversation so far, she seemed like she’d appreciate what you had to say on a deeper level than simply “discovering the secret” behind your choice of scent.
So you tried to put your work into words.
“I just think it’s important to stay in touch with our conscience, our inner voice while going through life, and self-discovery.” You explained, your eyes and focus having returned to the piece of paper in your hands. “This scent is just my way to not only stay in touch with mine, but for the one of those around me to get an idea too.”
Well, it certainly was speaking to her, unlike someone else…
That d*** piece of paper. It was going so well…
Never had she thought she would ever feel jealous of such a ridiculous thing. Yet there she was, glaring at your hands as frustration built up in the back of her mind.
The front was too busy figuring this stranger out.
“What’s your consience telling you right now?” She tried to get your attention back.
Let’s try speaking your language, she thought.
It startled her.
For what?
At that point she wasn’t even sure what she was seeking anymore.
All these wonders she kept voicing out… They seemed to be caught up in between far too complicated feelings for someone she’d met a mere moment ago.
All she wanted at first was your perfume. Now it was as though she was looking for answers to questions she hadn’t even asked.
Your muted gaze, along with the power your few words could hold triggered a part of her she never knew about. One that felt too curious for her own sanity.
She was slowly losing her mind every time it was your turn to speak.
Just like now.
You stayed silent as she looked for your eyes once more, daring you to answer as if she knew exactly what you were thinking.
You would think they were any help with how much she looked for them, but as much as she found them attractive, that was about all she could get out of them.
“Are you going to listen to it?” She spoke up after a while.
If you’d lost interest, her question seemed to have gotten it back despite your defying silence.
You finally looked at her again, that grin of yours making a long awaited appearance.
“I already have.”
She nearly whined in frustration.
How were you so secretive yet so open at the same time?
She could feel the tension building despite your seemingly careless attitude. Or was it within herself? Was she going crazy?
So many questions left unanswered, yet her mind remained after one thing and one thing only.
She couldn’t name it for the life of her, yet she could bet her life that it would feel liberating to discover what it was; more than anything else at that moment.
“What do you mean you already have?”
You took a breath in, glancing back down at your hands to place one last neat fold before finally giving her all your attention.
Now that she had gotten what she wanted, she didn’t really know what to do. She felt hypnotised, unable to look away in fear of you taking it all back.
She almost couldn’t handle it.
“I like to think our inner voice expresses our deepest desires.” Your started, and her mind held onto your words to keep her from fainting out of frustration. She knew by now that she’d get the answers to her questions. She just desperately wished she didn’t have to concentrate so hard to get them.
“Giving into them or not is what builds us as a person. My best memories come from listening to it. Not questioning it.”
The woman’s eyebrows had never been so furrowed, her mind experiencing levels of confusion she had never even approached prior to that night.
Not because of your words.
No.
It was because of the piece of paper you handed her once you’d gotten them all out.
The same one she had been envying for the past few minutes.
It was a rose. A paper rose. A really well done one.
An origami, she chuckled mentally. You were making an origami this whole time.
For her.
It all suddenly made her feel a bit stupid. Feeling jealous over something that inherently was about her… It definitely was in the top ten of the most ridiculous moments of her life.
She would probably feel embarrassed if the urge to ask another question didn’t overpower the feeling.
“What kind of memories?” She managed to get out, completely ignoring the last of your words as her eyes found yours again.
You let out a soft chuckle, “Is that what you want to find out?”
This time, she was the one to stay silent.
Her gaze dropped to the origami sitting on your palm.
She wondered, finally taking it into her own.
What does it mean?
She met your gaze once more.
That faint, innocent smile tugged on your lips again. She could feel it taunting her, but even that wasn’t enough to distract her.
A small, yet freezing breeze softly carried a few strands of your hair along as it brushed past the two of you.
The sudden cold sent shivers across your bodies, the feeling jolting you awake and preventing you from getting lost in the other’s eyes.
She was thankful for it, as she refused to break the contact, desperately searching for the answer you seemed to hide from her.
“Just give in.”
You were temptation itself.
She could feel what she was looking for.
It was within reach.
“Or would your conscience only be at ease knowing my name first?”
She felt her eyes slip down to your lips.
Finally.
So why the sigh in defeat?
“I can’t.”
Your faint smile turned into a true grin.
Quite the sight to see in her opinion. She would have appreciated it far more if she wasn’t feeling so… dazed?
“As you wish.” You accepted.
She scoffed at how little this all seemed to affect you.
“You’re something else.” She mumbled.
That only made you laugh, further proving her point.
“I hear that a lot.” You shrugged. “Mostly from my mom.”
She couldn’t help but laugh with you. At least it ended on a lighter note.
Otherwise she didn’t know if she could have handled processing the emotional weight she’d just experienced in such a short amount of time.
“I’m not even gonna follow up on that.” She said.
“It’s nothing crazy, but it is a smart choice.” You shrugged. “A bit of mystery never hurt.”
“You have too much, that’s the problem. I still don’t know your name!” She vented.
“I don’t know yours either and I asked first.” You argued, causing her to bite her lip as she took a second to rewind your conversation.
That’s when she realised you might have no idea who she was after all…
“Right.” She admitted. “My name is idol!name.”
You smiled.
It’s a pretty name, you thought.
“I’m Y/N.” You revealed, making her smile.
“It’s a pretty name.” She complimented.
“Thank you.” You smiled back, a bit shy.
The sight surprised her more than it amused her this time.
It was quite the contrast to what she had just witnessed to say the least…
It was almost endearing.
“Well, it was nice meeting you.” You said, breaking the small silence that had settled as she briefly studied your features.
“What, that’s it?” She asked, a bit taken aback by your words, and quite frankly, a bit offended by the fist bump you were offering. “You’re not even going to try to keep in touch?”
“What?”
You hesitantly brought your hand back down to your side, confused.
Oh, how the tables had turned.
She sent you a warm smile, which was quickly contrasted by her words.
“I know I said I can’t, but I didn’t say I didn’t want to…” She trailed off. “Can I have your number?”
You smiled at her question.
“You already have it.”
Cue the roles reversing yet again.
She squinted her eyes at you in confusion, and you nodded to the flower in her hand.
Her gaze dropped down to look at it, studying it before noticing the numbers in black ink on the flat base.
Her jaw dropped. Not to the ground, but enough to make you laugh and the sound made her look back up at you.
“Your friends aren’t very slick, but tell them I say thank you. If it weren’t for them I probably wouldn’t have noticed you staring.” You explained.
She was speechless. A blushing mess as a familiar flutter made itself known in her chest, all while feeling embarrassed about her and her friends’ behavior over dinner.
However, that didn’t compare to how mindblown she was. The whole time she thought she was making the first move. Fighting for your attention when she had it before she even spoke to you…
“Wait, here.”
Your voice pulled her out of her thoughts, and she watched as you grabbed the bottle from your pocket, spraying the paper flower with your perfume.
“Since you seem to like it so much.” You smiled, a hint of shyness adorning your crinkled eyes.
She could only stare at you, still struggling to even think properly, and only managing to process your words.
She had to fight for them just minutes ago, and now you just kept throwing them at her, somehow swaying her everytime.
“You don’t have to use my number. Just think of this as me giving you what you wanted when you came to me.” You said, not wanting her to feel any pressure.
As much as you enjoyed it, yourself was a bit stunned by this encounter. It would probably take you days to recover.
You liked to imagine it was the same for her.
“Wouldn’t it be easier to just give me the bottle?” She finally spoke up, and you laughed.
“Sure. But it wouldn’t be as cute. Do you want it though?” You asked, handing it to her, but she shook her head, gently pushing it down.
“I think I’ll stick to the classic and use your number. Seeing you might last me longer than the bottle.”
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quackle · 2 months
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Hiii it’s jomaria anon again 😊😊😊😊 if you have any headcanons for them PLEASE share. We need more love for themmm ayayyaaa 😢😢
I'VE GOT YOU JOMARIA ANON!!!!!! 🫡 here are ten that i have:
on the rare occasion jo doesn't have any pockets, anne maria holds jo's stuff in her poof. jo acts like she hates it but it's kinda sorta convenient
jo carries around a whistle all the time anyway, but she carries around an extra one too, so whenever their arguments get too heated, she just. blows the whistle until anne maria stops talking (it takes a ton of lung power lol)
jo's face is essentially anne maria's canvas. anne maria practices makeup on jo's face alllll the time. it's gotten to the point where anne maria first practices on a picture she sneaks to take of jo before trying it out on jo for real
jo likes the smell of anne maria's hairspray so she keeps a bottle of it to spray around her room sometimes for comfort
anne maria has been trying to find the perfect lipstick to go with jo's skin. one might think she should simply get jo a bunch of lipsticks to try because it'd be easier. but anne maria insists on leaving kiss marks on jo's cheeks. (it's not because she likes jo (it is), it's because it's the best way to find out (it's not, she's just gay))
who needs a treadmill or some plain dirt path for a running session? all jo has to do is say something nonsensical to anne maria or steal anne maria's spray can of the day so she can have a running partner. (aka anne maria just chases jo lol) it's more fun that way, especially when the runner's high hits
when they "begrudgingly" become roommates (oh my gosh they were roommates...) they start off by trying to claim their own areas of each room, but that epically fails. their items clash next to one another, but they like it that way anyway. like yes, this cute pink salon hair dryer DOES go nicely with this dirty yellow treadmill
anne maria likes to ask jo what color she should paint her nails. jo likes to make it into a game by naming objectively ugly colors, but anne maria knows how to make them look good every time. (that's totally not the bias taking over)
jo isn't much a phone person unless anne maria texts or calls her. she sets a special ring tone for anne maria so she knows whether or not she should ignore her phone
despite their differences in just about anything, their food tastes are scarily similar. so whenever they're out on a date, they order two separate things, then split those things in half so each can have basically the best of both worlds
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perflorale · 7 months
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Fragrances I think Sailor Moon would wear….
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Moonlight by Ariana Grande
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This is Ariana’s least talked about perfume in my opinion, and it’s truly a shame because it’s the best smelling one in this particular line with the bottles that have the puff ball design. Not saying its her best fragrance over all, just my favourite in this line. The only drawback is the longevity isn’t the greatest, you will have to reapply or use some lotion or perfume oil to layer it with that will boost it’s lasting power. The smell of this though, is so worth it even if the lasting power isn’t great. Makes for a great scent to wear to bed, because if you wear it just before bed, how long it lasts doesn’t really matter. But i mean, i feel from the bottle, to the name of it, to the notes, this fragrance is USAGI in a bottle. It has usagi written all over it. The purple iridescence on the bottle gives that very 90s sailor moon pastel colour palette so frequently used as backdrops in the anime. The puff ball on it, is almost representative of a rabbit’s tail or her buns on her hair. It’s called moon light. It smells sweet and she is a huge sweet tooth. Could this be more fitting for her? Anyway, I’ve rambled unnecessarily about the bottle’s design but lets get into the thick of it. The notes. So this smells sweet definitely but not as young as it’s two other counterparts, Ari and Sweet like candy. This one has a more sultry edge. It opens with plum and black currant, which are juicy and delicious. The middle notes are soft marshmallow and peony and i think these notes especially have Usagi written all over them. Very soft and sweet. Marshmallow especially is a note I associate with her very much so there will be one more fragrance with marshmallow in this list as we move forward. The base notes are vanilla, sandalwood and amber which give this a maturity not many of the other fragrances in this line carry. This is delicious smelling but strikes me definitely as a night time fragrance. I think usagi would take a shower before bed, and use the moonlight shower gel and lotion before finally spraying the perfume. (If you’re thinking of getting this fragrance PLEASE get the shower gel, lotion, and body mist too, layering them all will help it last longer.) I can also see her wearing this to an evening date with Mamoru. This fragrance gives dreamy sleepy night time vibes. It’s romantic and elegant. She’s a romantic at heart so i can see her spraying this on any birthday or valentines cards she writes for Mamoru so that he remembers her, and she probably sprays this on her hair brush before passing it through her golden locks so he gets a whiff of it when he hugs her. Its a very pretty perfume that merits a hug for the wearer honestly. You want to hug whoever wears this because its just so lovely. I would wear this at night too. I mean it’s called moonlight. Yeah this is her romantic and cosy night fragrance for sure!
Live Irrésistible Délicieuse by Givenchy
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This is her every day, day time scent. The one she wears to school or when she’s hanging out with her friends, when she’s just being Usagi and not Sailor moon. If she were a real person and you met her, I think you would smell this. We all know she’s a huge lover of food, especially anything sweet. This girl is a sweet tooth so it’s no surprise she’d want to smell as delicious as the desserts she eats. She’d want to smell irresistible and this is exactly what this perfume encapsulates. Also the juice in the bottle is pink, and this is her colour. Its a very youthful carefree fragrance and what better match for our teen protagonist. The main player note here is definitely the cherry, it stands out the most but this fragrance has an interesting french pastry note which makes it heavier than the typical fruity perfume. Most fruity perfumes are usually reserved for the summer, but i feel it is one that can be worn year round. The caramel, vanilla and almond at the base give it body. Its rich but not cloying and sure to satisfy a sweet tooth. Sad to report though, that this is discontinued. ( I hear Mukhalat by Montale is a decent dupe for this, but it contains strawberry instead of cherry) I’m pretty sure you can still get it some places online if you’re a lover of cherry and absolutely need this in your collection but I’d grab it quick. (If it’s any consolation, there are plenty of other cherry based perfumes, so missing out on this isn’t the end of the world. I can make a post for cherry perfumes if any of you guys are cherry lovers, just let me know.) Some lotions this would be very well paired with are fruity ones I suggest maybe the body shop butters and lotions? Something in their strawberry or mango ranges. I can see Usagi pairing this with these lotions or a simple vanilla lotion.
Moon carnival by Vilhelm Perfumerie
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This is a brighter tropical floral, and the perfect summer time perfume. The white florals give it a delicate yet robust tone, and the citrusses at the top along with that tropical passion fruit note give it a brightness that’s classy yet very fit for hotter weather. This would be perfect for a summer day or a summer night. I have never been to Japan but I know and have heard that the summers can be intense and humid, and seeing as Usagi is from Japan, I think she would be drawn to a fragrance like this during the summer. It’s also appropriately named. I can see her wearing this to a summer festival to compliment her yukata or to the beach or to a picnic. I’ve heard many say this makes for a great wedding perfume. Especially if you are having a spring or summer wedding, something about it is so classy. It has a creamy soft quality thanks to the marshmallow and vanilla notes. Remember I said Usagi would be a sucker for the marshmallow notes? This is her expensive marshmallow perfume, and the Ariana Grande one is her affordable marshmallow perfume. Of course she is a high school student but she is also a princess, so i think it won’t be that far fetched for her to acquire this perfume. Or maybe it was a gift from Mamoru? Who can say? But I feel this is her choice for summer and a possible contender for a wedding fragrance in the future for her.
Luna by Penhaligon’s
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Now, we’re at the final boss perfume. This is her princess mode perfume. It’s also on the expensive side but not a ludicrous price range for a fragrance. Plus she’s the princess of the moon, i think she can handle it. Penhaligons has a few fragrances themed around Greek and Roman mythology and since this anime sort of does too, I couldn’t find a more perfect fit. The bottle and scent totally give a dreamy, ethereal, princess serenity vibe and what a perfect fit to wear with that Dior inspired 1992 palladium dress. Can’t you picture her wearing this fragrance and that dress and looking over from her castle balcony? Are you getting the other worldly, dreamy vibes? I certainly am. Anyway, on to the notes: It like many fragrances, greets you with a light and refreshing burst of different citruses, lemon, bergamot and orange, so the opening is cheerful and bright, then we get to the middle notes the delicate rose, juniper berries and jasmine which give it a feminine softness, it’s definitely very refined, something you could see a princess wearing. The base notes are balsam, musk and ambergris which are refreshing, clean and woody. There is definitely something dreamy and magical about this fragrance. It's relaxing and gives a spa or altar vibe, you know? A truly romantic fragrance too, I can see this working as a wedding fragrance if you are going for the ethereal fairytale sort of theme. This is definitely her past life fragrance. Something she would be seen getting teary eyed over because of the memories it evokes for her.
🌸 As always if you want to see more fragrance match ups for characters you love or for yourself, hit me with an ask! 🌸
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amara-among-the-stars · 3 months
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Have some Amaryllis doing Mountain's make up and then going on a soft cute date 💛
Ig cw for feminization? (Just in case! Although I personally?? Dont see it as that lol. Amaryllis just puts make up on Mount)
Sweet As Sugar
Mountain made himself comfortable on Amaryllis’ fluffy chair as she flitted about grabbing whatever make up things the short ghoulette needed.
They were excited that Mountain agreed to let them do his makeup. When he had agreed, his partner shrieked with joy and threw their arms around Mountain’s neck and peppered his face with kisses and she dragged him back to Amaryllis’ room.
“Lovebug?” Mountain asked, setting up some music while Amaryllis finished carrying over the rest of what she needed to do Mountain’s make up.
“Yes Darling?” Amaryllis asked, settling herself on Mountain’s lap with skincare.
“Will this sting? Or hurt?” Mountain asked, eyeing the small bottles of … whatever Amaryllis had brought up. Amaryllis let out a laugh, pressing a kiss to Mountain’s lips.
“No, it won’t. Unless you’re allergic, you shouldn’t be allergic. Now hold still for me okay?” Amaryllis spoke. Mountain let out a low trill and nodded, letting his partner get to work.
This Wild Life crooned in the background as Amaryllis applied a water based face serum first since she already had Mountain wash and cleanse his face earlier, and waited for that to dry to do a bit of niacinamide drops. She fanned Mountain’s face with a jeweled fan he gifted her on one of his travels with the band, letting the serums soak in before she added a moisturizer and then finally a hydrating primer. He sat still as his partner strategically applied a light weight foundation as she hummed to the song Together You and I by Dolly Parton and set to work on doing a smokey eyeshadow and his brows.
“My love for you is deeper than the depth of any ocean.” Amaryllis quietly sang along as she gently contoured and bronzed Mountain.
Mountain started to hum along too, his tail coming up to gently caress Amaryllis’ side.
“Together you and I can stop the rain and make the sun shine.” Mountain’s low voice crooned out in return. Amaryllis giggled, leaning over to brush a chaste kiss to Mountain’s lips.
“I'm almost done, love. Just have lips and mascara to do.” Amaryllis said.
“I'm excited to see the final look. You do such a good job with make up.” Mountain chittered out, one hand gently wrapping around Amaryllis’ waist, the other cupping her chin to bring them into another kiss.
The cyan blue haired ghoulette giggled once more, breaking away from the kiss and leaned over to grab a transferproof liquid lip in a cool blue toned red, afterwards, applying the mascara to Mountain’s already long lashes. She then lightly powdered and sprayed his face with a finishing spray, doing a setting spray a bit after words.
“Can I braid your hair for today Darling?” Amaryllis asked. Mountain nodded. Amaryllis let out a happy trill, gently removing themselves off Mountain’s lap.
Amaryllis gently brushed Mountain’s silky auburn and white streaked hair before deftly working on an intricate french braid.
“Look at you. My precious Partner. You look down right like a meal.” Amaryllis praised, teasingly leaning over to playfully nibble Mountain’s neck. The giant let out a happy trill as he leaned into the bite.
“Do I have a cute outfit to wear, Petal?” Mountain questioned.
“Of course. You know I only got you the best my darling Sugar Bee.” Amaryllis retorted, gracefully moving to the closet and pulled out a garment bag.
The outfit was a sheer lingerie top, green snakes adorning the torso and a pair of fitted jeans that had the rips at the knees and upper thighs. Mountain felt himself blush as he looked over the outfit.
“Think it’ll fit?” He asked, getting up from the chair and slowly unzipping the bag and gently removing the clothes, setting them down on the bed.
“Course they will. I made your uniform for the band, you know for damn certain I made sure these would fit ya.” Amaryllis sassed, her hands on her hips as she stared up at her partner. He chuckled at Amaryllis and once again grabbed her by the waist to bring her into a kiss.
“If you say so Petal.” He chuckled. Amaryllis grinned as her hands roamed Mountain’s body, tugging at the silk robe he wore and pulled it off of him.
“Cmon now Stickbug, put the lingerie top on first.” She teased, holding the top up. Mountain sighed playfully; a smile graced on his lips as he shimmied the top on, letting Amaryllis button the neck once it was on. It fit perfectly as Amaryllis knew it would. Next he teasingly and slowly pulled the pants on as Amaryllis blushed. She knew the pants would pull the outfit together and boy, she was right as usual. It did feel though that the outfit was lacking something.
Ignoring the spark of arousal for now, she flitted to her closet and browsed some of her jackets and silky wraps until she settled on an emerald green silk wrap that matched the sheer top. Grinning she pulled it off the hanger and brought it out to Mountain.
“Here. Throw this on. It’ll pull the outfit all together.” Amaryllis chirped out. Nodding, Mountain gracefully adorned the wrap, twirling in Amaryllis’ full length mirror. Amaryllis purred at the sight of her partner, coming up behind Mountain to wrap her arms around his waist. Mountain chuckled as he was very much so taller than Amaryllis at 6’8 height vs her 4’10 height.
“Now what shall we do?” Mountain asked, maneuvering himself to pull Amaryllis around to his front. Amaryllis grinned, flashing her fangs in a teasing matter.
“Now. We have a picnic in Primo’s garden. Cmon lover boy.” They said, grabbing his hand. Mountain let himself be dragged by Amaryllis, waving and saying brief hello’s to their other partners. Dew and Swiss chittered and hollard at Mountain about how hot he looked and told Amara that they did a good job at the makeup and the entire outfit. Amara preened at the praise and gave each ghoul a kiss on the lips and promised to give them the link to where she got the bodysuit. Swiss grinned while Dewdrop blushed at the thought of wearing a cute set for their partners as Amaryllis and Mountain walked away. Soon they got to their secluded area and Mountain marveled at the picnic set up.
“You planned all of this Petal?” Mountain asked, getting comfy on the blanket.
“Mhm! Cirrus and Aurora helped make the food though and brought it out here for us while I got you ready though.” Amaryllis chirped, putting various fruits and cheese and meat on her plate. Mountain smiled as Amaryllis filled his plate up as well and then poured them both some red wine.
“Sugar? Lemme feed you?” Amaryllis asked. Mountain felt his tail thump happily at the question and nodded. Amaryllis smiled and patted her thighs for Mountain to lay down and with a content sigh he made himself comfortable, nuzzling against her legs with a trill and a purr, his sea blueish green eyes peering up into her grey/cyan colored ones.
“I'm so lucky to have you as a mate. My darling Petal.” Mountain said, bringing up his hand to caress her curled hair. Amaryllis blushed and nuzzled against his hand, pressing a kiss to his wrist.
“If anything… I'm the lucky one.” Amaryllis retorted and pressed a raspberry against Mountain’s painted lips. He gently bit down on the fruit, careful not to bite harshly against Amaryllis’ fingers as he swallowed the fruit.
“Then we’re both lucky to have each other then.” Mountain replied after a moment of silence. Amaryllis grinned and playfully rolled her eyes. The two fell into an easy silence again afterwards passing the time with feeding each other bits and pieces of food until Mountain sat up.
“Pack a speaker in here by chance?” He asked as he pulled his phone out.
“Think so, take a look in the basket.” Amaryllis answered as she sipped her wine. Mountain did so, letting out a happy trill as he pulled a speaker out and connected his phone to it. He played some music, and stood up, holding his hand out for Amaryllis to take it. They did so, letting out a small yelp as Mountain pulled them off the blanket and closer to him. Hozier crooned in the background as they slowly swayed back and forth together dancing and kissing each other.
Amaryllis also made sure to get a handful of photos together to send to the group chat before Mountain playfully tossed her phone to the side and hoisted her up. The small fire ghoulette let out a screech and a laugh as she wrapped her legs around Mountain as he gently rocked them back and forth as the song Home played in the background.
“Home is wherever I'm with you.” Mountain softly sang. Amaryllis smiled, resting her forehead against his and gave Mountain a kiss on the lips once more.
“And I'll always be here.” Amaryllis whispered against Mountain’s lips.
Heres the AO3 link
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Willa from Animal Aware in San Francisco, California
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Willa (For author/activist Willa Cather) Willa is a smart, attentive young lady needing a home with people who fill it with cat toys she’ll enjoy alone, or better yet with humans who throw, roll or wave them, especially into an empty box or paper bag. She likes play time in the day and early evening, but will settle in to sleep thru the night. She takes some day naps, but often goes on patrol to see what people are doing, check in, get a minute of petting, then carry on to explore sights, sounds and any new stuff she discovers.
She isn’t one to spray or sharpen claws in off limit places, only occasionally jumps on counters or tables she isn’t allowed on, and responds to voice commands like “no” or “get down”, along with positive things like “come”, “want a treat?”. She may settle on a lap a long time if you are watching TV, likes sleeping on the bed with an arm curled around her, but is fine with a couple cat bed choices, maybe one high up on a bookcase. She would love a dedicated fuzzy blanket to suckle while making biscuits. Willa was bottle fed after street rescue, initially playful with other kittens, but got selective about which cat family members she would cuddle or play with versus bully, when the household got too full of other foster kittens last summer.
They all enjoyed free garden access in the day, were ushered inside by dusk. Willa stuck close to home the most, usually just to her back and front yard, used to the very low traffic street, no experience with coyote risks, copacetic with nearby outdoor neighbor cats that left her family alone. She should adjust to indoor only living though, with enough space, toys and activity, especially needed if she’s the only pet in the home. She may thrive as an only kitty, but also adjust to bonding with another cat or two if their personalities clicked, after a careful and patient transition phase.
She was raised with a calm, gentle cat loving dog named Blanca, who is also needing a new home asap, and they would be happy to keep living together, but Willa should adjust to any new calm dog sibling. FYI that she was fostered in a one human home during Covid, and will need time to trust new people besides her foster. She otherwise has an outgoing and confident, playful personality, and meeting active yet gentle kids willing to play with her a lot might be a blessing. Her foster is losing their house lease per the landlord selling soon, and moving in with a relative in tiny home that can’t accommodate all the current rescue pets in the family per legal restrictions.
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Saeran had spent most of his life avoiding his reflection.
His mother had never kept mirrors around for them, aside from a small one she reserved for herself in her bedroom when she tried to primp herself up to go out in public, lest people know she was exhausted, hungover, and had creases and fatigue on her body from harboring two children in her basement.
He only caught glimpses of his reflection in dirty windows and broken bottles of booze, and he could only recall golden eyes that were dull like hay instead of shiny like coins, as well as thick tangles of crimson curls that were wild like a forest fire instead of smooth and shiny like velvet.
He tried to imagine that he looked more like his brother, but Saeyoung seemed to glow in a way that Saeran never could. Saeyoung's skin had a faint honey-tinted hue, kissed by the sun, bringing his freckles into full view. When he held Saeran's hand, Saeran had always noticed how his skin was far more pallid in comparison. Saeyoung had a strength and sturdiness in the way he walked and moved, even though his eyes were as sunken and his hair as messy as Saeran's.
Weak. Useless. Sickly.
Their mother insisted that Saeran never should have existed, that he was a burden and a scourge upon the earth. She hated him; he knew that, no matter how much Saeyoung insisted she was spouting nonsense and lies in her drunken rage.
He came to hate himself, too.
His life at Mint Eye had not been much better in that respect. He spent most of his time in front of the mirror fussing, doing his best to eradicate any traces of the child he loathed. Bleaching all traces of pigment from his hair, combing it until it was flat and applying any amount of spray or gel he could to hopefully kill his curls for good. His eyes no longer were gold but instead had taken on the minty hue of strength, or so he had been told. A sign of dedication, of growth, of change, of being on the path to revenge and then his happily ever after.
But he still saw someone weak, fragile, and pitiful, in the vibrant magenta coat that his "Savior" had thrust upon him, so big that it swallowed his slender frame and accentuated how ghastly pale his skin was. He looked like a child pretending to be a man.
Maybe, in a sense, he was still that child until he'd taken his first breath of freedom and his first step of his own accord, of his own free will.
He was free. He was safe. He was a new person, but he was the sum of every person and every action and every memory he had of the past. Saeran struggled to even let that name roll off his lips, from time to time. It tickled his tongue. It was his name from birth, but it was a new name. The weight it carried intimidated him, from time to time.
His heart was light and his shackles were left in the dust, but liberty had a heaviness that he could not always comprehend. It would catch him by surprise, more often than not.
Tonight was one of those times, as he sat draped in the blankets on his bed--no, their bed--as the weight of anticipation, anxiety, and apprehension tugged on his soul.
His freedom belonged not only to him, but to her as well. His true salvation. An actual angel, like the ones Saeyoung told him about. Someone who had shown him what love and light and life were all about, and someone who had stuck to his side through every trial that faced them. She was the reason he could stare at the sunrise every day and inhale the fresh morning air, without worrying if each day would be his or his brother's last.
But she had never seen him like this. Facing the horrors of the world was one matter, when she felt she had full confidence in Saeran and who she believed him to be. If she saw the feeble person underneath, the ugly, weak, scrawny that had been cursed by his mother and Rika and Saeran himself, constantly trying to turn into someone else, anyone else--
Would she be disenchanted?
He didn't have time to ponder these thoughts anymore as she entered the room, for the mere sight of her took his breath away. Hair down, framing her face. A sheer black nightgown that hugged her curves in the right places and also fluttered freely with her movements in others, turning her into an ethereal shadow, more like a fairy traveling on the wind than a human taking steps.
When she finally planted herself onto the mattress, crawling forward on her knees, Saeran could feel his resolve begin to slip. He did his best to sit upright, but when he felt the cool air tickle his ribcage he couldn't help but shiver. Shyly he grabbed at the sheets and tried to pull them up to hide his face, not wanting her to see just how quickly his face had flushed redder than the roses in their garden. He had been eating and drinking better than he ever had done in his life, but he was undeniably thin. He didn't have muscle tone. He was soft but not squishy, just thin paper-white skin. He still couldn't overexert himself, because his lungs and heart had never been strong, even if he had gotten tougher with age. His bones were his only saving grace, but even then, he could only attribute their tenacity to the ungodly amounts of ice cream he consumed, providing calcium that he'd desperately needed. What would happen when he turned around and she saw the scars on his back, from beatings? What would happen if she saw bruises that had never fully healed? How about the tight grip of chains that had never entirely left his ankles?
Would she find him weak and resent him, like everyone else?
His eyes flitted to the side, not wanting to meet her curious gaze. She was leaning forward slightly, glossy lips slightly agape as she looked over him. She did not make a peep, just turned her beautiful eyes that even glittered in the half-light of the bedroom, onto him.
Out of morbid curiosity, he allowed his gaze to travel back, and he had no doubt that his face was on fire with embarrassment and his riling nerves. Maybe they would at least accentuate his freckles that had begun to appear from spending more days outside.
"...ran."
Her voice was barely above a whisper.
"You..."
If he could face his demons, then he could face the love of his life. He gazed into her eyes, hoping his trepidation wouldn't disgust her, on top of everything else.
"You are so beautiful," she breathed at last. "You are... so beautiful, Saeran."
His breath hitched in his throat.
The trembling hand that he had drawn into his chest was slowly pried away from him, and he couldn't keep it from shaking as she gingerly cupped it in between her hands, planting a gentle kiss onto the back. "You're stunning," she whispered, letting the words slip out as she unfurled his fingers and began to kiss his calloused fingertips one by one. "Strong. Hardy. Kind. Resilient. Warm." Praises upon praises spilled from her lips, and he was absolutely speechless.
Finally she raised his hand to the side of her face, and he caressed her cheek timidly, still trying to steady his quivering. "I love you, so much."
Saeran's vocal cords still would not cooperate him, as his swirling thoughts and adrenaline-pumped body had rendered him mute. But he could drop the blankets and scoot closer to her, to let her know he felt the same. I love you, his mind screamed. I love you more than the clouds, more than the sky, more than the sea. He used his other hand to pick up one of hers, now, and place it on his chest, where his pounding heart was threatening to burst out of his ribcage. He had no doubt she could feel its powerful beats that spoke on his behalf. This heart beats for you. Her eyes grew wide as she felt the erratic thumping against her palm, but she did not pull away. She just turned a somewhat amused gaze onto him, her lips curled into a serene and knowing smile. I live, I laugh, and I love, because of you.
Suddenly she pulled her hand away, and she pulled his hand away from her cheek and rested it on top of her shoulder. He could feel the thin strap of her nightgown beneath his fingertips, and it wasn't until she guided him to slowly slip it off her shoulder did he realize what she was trying to say.
Perhaps her boldness was what provided the spark in his own body to be able to finally utter, "I love you--"
But she cut him off before he could finish, pressing forward to push her lips against his, swallowing his words and his breaths. She pressed another hand against his shoulder to support her, keep her upright as she melted into the kiss. His lips were probably chapped, and possibly even cold and clammy.
But her touch and her love and her closeness warmed him up immediately, and he stopped trembling enough to wrap one arm around her waist and slide his other hand beneath the hem of her skirt to rest beneath her bottom, and he pulled her closer than she already was.
Sometimes words failed, but actions could convey so much more.
I love you. I love you. I love you.
(inspired by the gorgeous art by @amagicalduckling !)
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ttwt episode 6
“Last time, on Total Takes World Tour: our remaining players stopped by the charming Polish city of Krakow, but the only charms they got were pain, pain, and no game! Bonnie went a little AWOL when they decided to switch to a nocturnal lifestyle, but that still didn’t stop their team from using them as a personal love coach- again. Albert got some bad news, but it was Kelly who really took the cake for most pathetic episode ev-ah after their non-monogamous ex decided to return to monogamy.... for someone else. Ouch! What does this mean for Kelly? What will become of Team Mojo with their mojo gone? Find out now, on Total Takes World Tour!”
“And here we are fleeing from the Bulgarian police. Pricks,” Patrick says, shuffling his handful of photographs while his team peers over his shoulder. 
“Aww,” they coo as Patrick flips to another Polaroid of Kitty being tasered. “And here we are getting caught by the Bulgarian police.”
“You guys are so cute,” Sha-Mod says. “How long have you been together?”
Patrick stacks the images and puts them in his blazer pocket. “We’re not. We’re more like… business partners,” 
Albert and Michela make fleeting eye contact and then shrug. Across economy, Bonnie yawns and stretches, rubbing their eyes. Max turns to them. “How much did you get?’
“Enough,” Bonnie says, then sighs after Max continues staring. “Two hours.”
“How are we supposed to win with you on autopilot?” he snaps, then lowers his voice to a whisper. “You expect me to carry the team with THESE people?”
He gestures behind him to Kelly, Staci, and Phillip, the latter of which is staring intently at a cockroach on the wall and holding his temples. 
Bonnie sighs. “Fine, I’ll get a coffee,”
---
“This has got to be the best season yet,” Ass sighs as a manicurist paints their nails. “If beating the other teams will be this easy, we might as well move in here permanently.”
“You’d think they have the numeral advantage, but we’re actually doing quite well. I’m impressed!” Courtney adds on. They stretch in their plush, first-class seat and sigh happily as the smell of breakfast wafts in the room. 
Julia watches the interaction and rolls her eyes before sitting back and pulling a sleeping mask back on to catch a few more minutes of sleep She kicks back and Mal slinks into the seat next to her, pulling out an ink pad and stamping her thumb print to an index card. 
“Mal!” Courtney shouts, pulling out a spray bottle and chasing her to the other side of the cabin. 
“It’s for my charity auction!” she yells. “It’s for charity! Well- my charity! These fingerprints go for a lot of money in the Balkans!”
Courtney backs them into a corner and then sighs. Ass rolls their eyes. “Next time we lose, she’s out,”
“I can get behind that,” they take an exhausted seat next to them. “I found her collecting hair from the shower drain the other day.”
Ass shivers. 
Chris’ voice squeals over the intercom, making everyone jump. “Good morning, passengers! If you’ll look out the right side of the plane, you’ll see our next destination- Australia!”
Courtney and Ass peer out their window over a vast expanse of green. “Are you sure we didn’t take a wrong turn again? End up in Austria?” Ass shouts. 
“Nope. Welcome to the rainforest, mates! Now buckle in and gear up, our landing track is a little… um, crowded!”
Courtney looks back out the window to see an overgrown, crumbling landing pad. They sigh. “He’s so doing this on purpose,”
---
Economy class buckles in just in time- seconds after Bonnie figures out the seatbelts in their disoriented state, the entire cabin begins tossing around luggage, garbage, and miscellaneous rats like a salad. 
The teens yelp and duck as clothes, books, and the occasional snack stash fly at their heads. A rat wearing a crucifix necklace latches onto Patrick’s shoulder. 
Finally, after several minutes of bumping and bruising, the plane comes to a stop. Economy groans and stands shakily as Chris laughs like a maniac over the intercom. 
Albert rubs a bump on his head and turns to his right. “Um, Patrick, don’t freak out, but-”
“Oh, please. I’m not a wussy fruitcake like the rest of you,” he says. “A little turbulence is nothing to a sigma like me. Man up.”
“Yeah, okay. You have a rat on your shoulder,”
Patrick turns to his shoulder. He goes pale and shrieks, standing up and shaking in circles, screaming “GET IT OFF ME! GET IT OFF ME!” while everyone else watches. Michela rolls her eyes. 
---
Patrick sits in the confessional in the fetal position, sobbing.
---
“Calm down! You’ll hurt him,” Albert says, scooping the rat off his shoulder. “He won’t bite.”
“What makes you so sure?” Max asks, raising an eyebrow. 
Albert holds him away and glares a little. “He won’t have to defend himself if he has nothing to fear,” 
---
ALBERT: "Max is... afraid of me. Interesting. Very, very interesting,"
---
Max rolls his eyes and drifts back over to Bonnie, helping them up to leave the plane. The rest of their team follows behind, then the Mojos. 
Outside of the great metal bird, the teens immediately swallow in the muggy, humid air. Birds chirp, mysterious creatures squawk and the rat on Albert’s shoulder squeaks nervously and scampers back into the plane. 
“Where are we?” Ass finally asks, hands on their hips and eyes lowered. 
Chris, busy picking his teeth with his pinky finger, looks up. “Hm?”
“I said where are we?”
“Oh, yeah. Forgot we were doing that,” he chuckles. “Welcome to the Dandenong Mountains!”
“The what now?” Sha-Mod asks, squinting. 
“Mountain range- well, more like hills and rainforest,”
Mal squeals. “OMG, in the original World Tour, the Amazons went to the Amazon forest, so does that mean that we’re going to the-”
“NO! There’s no Yaoi forest!” Chris snaps. He composes himself and smiles. “Today’s challenge is simple- you’ll be going on an itsy-bitsy safari for some of Australia’s finest- and deadliest!”
The teens shift uncomfortably and look between each other. 
“But don't worry, due to local laws we can’t have you capture any of the wildlife. You’ll be getting these!” he says as Chef passes around slips of laminated paper. “Your cards for species bingo. The first time to reach the finish line with a bingo wins first class- and avoids elimination!”
A bird squawks off in the distance. Team Yaoi looks between each other nervously, as every Mojo turns to Albert expectedly. 
“Ready? Go!”
The teens awkwardly amble off and begin moving through the brush. Team Friendship takes a leftwards path, Max in the lead while Bonnie stumbles behind him. 
---
MAX: “Maybe voting off Scruffy was a mistake. At least they knew how to lead a team of morons,”
---
“Keep your eyes peeled. A lot of these are big, so it shouldn’t be too hard to spot things,” he instructs, handing the team card to Staci. “Don’t lose this.”
She salutes and tucks the sheet under her sweater. Kelly gives her a thumbs up. 
“Y’know, I should be leading,” Phillip says, walking past Max. “I was in the boy scouts, but I had to drop out cause it wasn’t tough enough for a guy like me.”
He trips over a root and lands face-first in the dirt. Max steps over his limp body without a second thought and he sobs into the mulch. 
---
“This place is so cool- like we’re in Jurassic Park!” Sha-Mod says, petting a fern leaf. 
Albert passes by him, holding the bingo sheet. “Let’s hope not. And try not to touch anything you don’t recognize, the flora here isn’t known to be friendly,”
Sha-Mod quickly stands and hurries to catch up with the group. Patrick rolls his eyes. “Please. Afraid of a little plant?” he stops and stands over a shrub. “Oooh, I’m so scared.” 
A spider crawls out of the brush and sits atop the plant. He immediately screams and stumbles backwards into Michela, barreling her over. 
“Ow,” she grumbles, rubbing her shoulder while Patrick rocks back and forth on the ground. 
Albert backtracks and holds out a hand, which she accepts with a smile. He smiles back. 
---
ALBERT: “Okay, so, I lost my job. No big deal! I still have plenty to live for and now that I’ve been f-...f-f… fired- I can finally pursue them. I mean, I would've used the winnings to donate to the coalition, but when’s the last time I’ve taken a day off?” He smiles and his eye twitches. 
---
Albert stops the group in a small clearing to show them the bingo card. “Most of these are pretty easy to find. The spider that scared Patrick looked like a funnel web,”
He huffs and crosses his arms. “You’re welcome,”
“A lot of these are birds, so just keep your heads up. If we had time and gear, we could set up a really nice bird-watching party, but… a hike is just as good a way to see wildlife as any,” he shrugs. 
“You’ve done a lot of hiking, huh?” Michela asks, standing and brushing off her skirt. 
Albert hums and looks down at the sheet. “My dad and I used to do a lot of camping and hiking,” he stands and begins leading the group again. 
“Used to?” she asks, walking alongside him. He smiles sadly and shrugs. “Oh… sorry,”
After a brief moment of silence, Michela takes his hand and gives it a squeeze. Patrick rolls his eyes from behind them. “What a couple of fruitcakes, huh, buddy?” he chuckles. No response. “Um…”
Patrick stops and turns, prompting Michela and Albert to do the same. 
“Sha-Mod?”
---
Sha-Mod walks through the thick jungle with swagger, taking wide strides and whistling to himself. He makes it some steps before suddenly colliding face-first into a tree- sending him tumbling backwards down a hill, into a creek, and then downstream. 
---
“That’s not good,” Michela says. 
Patrick smirks. “Relax, sweetheart. Chris never said we had to make it past the finish line with the whole team,”
Michela grits her teeth and steps on his foot. Patrick screams in pain and whimpers, scampering away. 
---
“OMG you guys, there’s Yaoi on this list!” Mal squeals, holding the sheet to the sky. 
“Give me that,” Ass snatches it back and reads it. “This says YOWIE, you dolt. There’s even a picture!”
“I thought that was just a bear. Someone isn’t well versed on their gay terminology!” she crosses her arms. “Besides, Yowies aren’t real.”
Julia rolls her eyes from behind the two. “But yaoi is?” 
“Duh! We have gay rights for a reason!”
“Can you guys settle down?” Courtney asks, massaging their temples. “I have a really bad headache.” They turn around for a second and a massive spider crawls off their back. Julia and Ass go pale and make fleeting eye contact, then shake their heads. “Let’s just keep going,”
---
“Cockatoo,” Albert says, marking off another item on the bingo sheet. “We’ve got echidna, spider, and cockatoo, but… no Sha-Mod.”
“I hope he’s okay,” Michela says, somewhat nervously. “He wouldn’t leave us alone with… that thing, would he?”
Albert scoffs a little, slightly offended. “The cockatoo hasn’t done anything to you,”
“No. I meant the other thing,” she points to Patrick, who’s busy taunting the plants to hurt him. They both shiver, and then laugh.
---
ALBERT: "Michela is a good person. She doesn't care about what other people think about her, or losing her job and her very reason for existing! I could learn a thing or two. If only it was just us on the team,"
---
“Anything yet?” Bonnie yawns, stumbling over another overgrown root. 
Max shakes his head and moves a branch out of the way for them as they walk ahead blindly. “We might be doing better if we were QUIET!” he shouts, turning to Kelly and Staci behind them, who quickly stop gossiping. 
Max massages his temples. Phillip walks alongside him, covered in bug bites and dirt. “I had a dream that I could control animals with my mind once. I wrote a poem about it, do you want to hear?”
“NO!”
Bonnie yawns again and scratches their head. “Where are we, again?”
He groans. 
---
MAX: “SOMETHING has to be done about this team. Bonnie’s been avoiding everyone because of their- whatever you’d call their thing with Caesar- Staci is too busy gabbing about girls and gossip to be of actual use, Kelly is only here for moral support, and Phillip is basically a pet,”
---
“Look, there!” Kelly says, pointing. Max stops dead in his tracks and looks in the direction they’re pointing. “A fruit fly!”
He slowly sits down on the forest floor, puts his head in his hands and rocks back and forth. 
Bonnie walks over to Kelly and Staci, who are staring nervously. “You broke him,” they say before slumping over and falling asleep on Staci’s shoulder. 
---
“Sha-Mod!” Michela shouts. “Sha-Mod!”
“Is it really such a wise idea to shout?” Patrick asks. “I mean- not for me. But you know, you might attract something dangerous for you.”
“There are no large terrestrial predators in Australia,” Albert says nonchalantly. “Anything in these rainforests that could kill you isn’t predatory towards people, and would only act in self-defense. So let’s try not to antagonize anything else, okay?”
Patrick rolls his eyes. 
---
It’s dark. 
The sound of bugs flying, mammals chittering, and birds crying out fills the empty air. 
Slowly, Sha-Mod awakes. He groans and sits up, scratching his head with his back to the camera. “Owie,” he says. 
Then, it’s bright. Too bright. 
“Wait,” he grabs at his face. The feeling of warm flesh fills the void where smooth paper should be. Sha-Mod ducks to the ground and sees the mulchy, emulsified remains of Lighting crumbled in the dirt. “Oh, no. Oh no. This isn’t good.”
---
Julia presses ahead, swatting at the jungle growth with her arm while Ass, Mal, and Courtney follow behind them. It’s beginning to get dark, the sun setting off in the distance. 
“Guys, I really don’t feel good,” Courtney mumbles. “My head is pounding, I think I have food poisoning or something.”
“Did you eat any of Chef’s scrambled eggs, cause those were definitely expired,” a voice from the brush says. 
Team Mojo walks out of the undergrowth, converging with Team Yaoi. Michela walks over to Courtney and scans them over. “Cramping at all?"
They shake their head. “No cramping, I just feel sick,”
She turns back to Albert, who sighs and begrudgingly steps forward to inspect them. “What are your symptoms? You could’ve been bitten by something,”
Ass and Julia look between each other with wide eyes. 
“Headache, and… I feel nauseous,” they say as Albert holds a hand to their head. 
“Well, you’re not dead yet, so it can’t be that bad,” Patrick says. Courtney rolls their eyes. 
“Do you remember handling any wildlife? Maybe you fell into a bush and startled something?”
“We went through some overgrowth earlier, but I’m sure it’s nothing,” Julia says. “We should really get going, thank you.” She grabs Courtney’s arm and pulls them away. 
The cracking sound of thunder stops Team Yaoi in their steps and Julia grits her teeth as a sharp downpour begins to cover the forest. “You wouldn’t happen to know how to make a fire, would you?” 
---
“You know, we really shouldn’t be doing this. It’s winter in the southern hemisphere, and-”
“SHH!” Ass hisses at Albert. “We are on a survival show. We. Are. Surviving!”
He grumbles to himself and sits next to Michela after she finishes lighting the fire. “I hope Sha-Mod is doing okay,”
“Hey, maybe Team Friendship found him,” she says, tossing the fire-starting sticks into the hearth. “Max would take care of him for us.”
Albert raises an eyebrow. “Would he?”
Julia studies the interaction cautiously as Ass hisses at Mal for getting too close. 
Michela’s expression shifts at the speed of light, and she takes on a new, more annoyed look. “What does that mean?” 
“I mean, I don’t know him, of course,” Albert says, raising his hands defensively. “But he seems kind of… mean.”
“You can say that again,” Julia mumbles, kicking a rock into the fire. Albert nods. “See?”
“Well, Julia deserves it,” Michela says. “But he’s not a mean person. Right?”
Patrick whistles passive-aggressively. Julia rolls her eyes and Courtney avoids eye contact entirely. 
“He seems fine to me,” Ass says. “But that’s probably not a compliment coming from myself.”
“I like his yaoi ships!” Mal offers. 
Michela stands. “Fine, if you’re all so sure, you can stay here on your high horses. I’m going to go find Sha-Mod,”
And then she storms off into the rain. 
---
Staci finishes hammering together a makeshift wooden shelter with a hand-held rock and ducks under it, where Max is crouching in the dirt. Kelly is shivering, and Phillip is scribbling in his notebook. Bonnie is fast asleep on the ground. 
“Well, this is delightful,” Max sighs. “Anyone else enjoying themselves? This is basically a cruise!”
“You don’t have to be so negative all the time,” Staci says, sitting down next to Phillip. 
Max rolls his eyes and pulls his knees to his chest. “How long has Bonnie been out?”
“A few hours,” Kelly says, matter-of-factly. “On the bright side, we’ve got two animals on our bingo card now!” 
He groans and puts his head in his hands. Staci sighs. 
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STACI: “Okay, admittedly, I haven’t been carrying this team like I know I could. My plan was more to fly under the radar like in Island, and then cruise to the final five. But… if we lose, Kelly might get voted out. They’re not exactly a class favorite right now,”
---
Bonnie suddenly yawns loudly and sits up, rubbing their eyes. “Mhmm… what time is it? Did we win?” they awake and turn from side to side. “Where are we?”
“The rainforest, sleeping beauty,” Max comments dully, flicking a lint ball off his blazer. 
“What? But I have a match in like, fifteen minutes! If I miss a league tournament they’ll kick me off the team!”
Max glowers. “I don’t think that’s the team you should worry about being kicked off of now,”
Bonnie looks away. 
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BONNIE: “I don’t exactly have a good catalog of coping mechanisms. Avoidance is numero uno,”
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Michela walks through the thick jungle, staring up ahead at the high canopy. The rain has begun to clear up, but it’s not any easier to navigate through the dark. 
“Sha-Mod? Sha-Mod!” she shouts. “Come on, man!”
No response. She sighs, but trudges on. As she pushes through another overgrown fern, a rustling behind her makes her whirl around. 
“Hey, it’s just me,” Albert says. “I couldn’t sleep knowing you were out here alone.”
She opens her mouth to retort and he quickly holds up a finger. 
“Not that I think you’re incapable of taking care of yourself, this is just a rainforest at night. Not the safest place to be off-trail,” he says quickly. “I have full confidence in your skills. But I also wanted to apologize, I didn’t mean to offend you. I’m sure Max is… a nice person…”
“You don’t have to lie to me,” Michela snaps, walking ahead again. Albert trails after her. “Sha-Mod!”
“He just comes off as kind of rude! And you’re so open, and helpful to everyone…”
“Sha-Mod!”
“I guess I just don’t see it,” 
“Sha-Mod, come on, man! Help me out here!”
“But…” Albert says, catching up to Michela and standing in front of her. She lowers her eyebrows at him. “I could believe that he’s nice to you, at least. You’re easy to be nice to.”
Michela looks away. “Thanks. I guess,”
“I won’t bring it up again, promise,” 
The two make brief eye contact and then hug for a little bit too long. From the brush behind them, Julia squints. 
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JULIA: “Maybe Max isn’t a totally delusional control freak, after all. There is something going on between those two. But the question is, how can I get this to turn in my favor?”
---
Julia returns to the campfire and takes a seat. Courtney looks up. “Did you find any?”
“What?”
“Water?”
“Oh, yeah. Um, no,” Julia says, leaning back. “Guess you’ll just have to rough it.”
“Great work. Really top-notch survival skills,” Patrick says, trying and failing to carve a stick into a spear. 
“As if you could do any better,”
“Oh, please. I bet you’re really regretting being dumped by me now, huh?” he chuckles, pointing his barely-formed spear at her. “I could do this in my sleep.”
“I broke up with YOU!” 
He smirks and rolls his eyes. “Whatever helps you sleep at night, honey,”
Julia grits her teeth and sits between Ass and Mal, seething. Courtney chuckles lightly, looking pale and sickly. “Says the guy who got dumped here by his whole team,”
“Yeah, and not to mention your losing streak,” Ass rolls their eyes. “Really great ‘survival skills’, Bear Grylls.”
“And, for the record, it was Julia who broke up with you. It’s literally on my Patulia archive blog,” Mal nods. “Honestly, you should be so lucky you got to go out with her in the first place.”
“Yeah, what did you ever bring to the table?” Courtney asks. “Julia is smart, experienced, and a good leader.”
“We would never leave Julia behind with another team. And we hate her!” Ass says, jabbing a finger in his direction. 
Patrick grumbles to himself and half-heartedly tosses his spear into the fire. Julia blinks. 
---
Sha-Mod stumbles through the forest blindly. A large leaf has been tied around his face with a shoelace and, without proper eyeholes, he’s as blind as a bat. 
After walking into the third tree along the trail, he sighs. 
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SHA-MOD: “Is this the universe punishing me for saying I needed time apart from Takes Three? I didn’t mean to get Joner voted out! I didn’t know I could do that with my mind!”
---
The rain picks up again and he sighs. 
A few minutes behind him, Michela and Albert are walking alongside each other, shoulder-to-shoulder. “I hope he isn’t hurt,” the latter says, scanning the treeline as if Sha-Mod might be up there. “Hey- possum. That’s another one for the bingo.”
Albert pulls the sheet out of his windbreaker and checks off another box. Michela raises an eyebrow and he stares back. “Bad timing?”
“No, no. It’s okay. But I wouldn’t hate it if we lost, I mean… Patrick has gotta go,” she says. “He’s been dragging his heels this entire competition.”
“Agreed. He’s been giving you a hard time,” Albert says, clicking his pen. “Poor Sha-Mod, though…”
The faint sound of a ringing bell catches both of their attention and they turn to each other. "Now?" Michela sighs before clearing her throat. “We should’ve just kept our heads, we wouldn’t be in this mess!”
“I thought so too, but then we lost Sha-Mod in the rain-for-est!” Albert continues. 
“Now if he goes missing-”
“-We definitely won’t be ‘winnin!”
“Oh, what would we do the-en?”
Sha-Mod stumbles through the foliage just yards ahead, coughing weakly. The faint, familiar dinging of the song bell sounds and he groans. He sighs:
“Lost here, woods are gonna make me boke,
Leaf in my face, get me outta this place!
Going solo was not what I anticipated, probably means I’m eliminated. Yeah, I’m out! Out, oooh, oooh, yeah, yeah, yeah!”
“Sha-Mod?” a voice comes from behind him.
Sha-Mod whirls around and runs through the forest towards the voice, stumbling over roots and logs before tumbling into a warm wash of light. 
When he looks up from the dirt, he sees Team Friendship watching him. Phillip finally squeaks out a quiet: “What happened to you?”
“I-I made it! I’m back! I’m safe, all by myself!” he says, pumping his fist. “I survived alone! I can do anything!”
“Okay, that’s great. Where’s Team Mojo?” Max asks sharply. 
Sha-Mod shrugs. “We got separated. I haven’t seen them since this morning,”
After a long, drawn out sigh, Max finally speaks. “Okay. We’ll find them in the morning,”
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Team Yaoi (and Patrick) crowd around their dying fire, trying to shield it from the rain. A rustling from the bushes behind them turns everyone’s attention to the foliage. 
“Did you guys hear that?” Courtney asks nervously, looking from side to side with wide eyes. 
“It was probably just the wind,” Patrick says. “There are no large terrestrial predators in Australia. That’s something I knew all by myself. No one told me that.”
Julia rolls her eyes. 
“Maybe it’s Yaoi!” Mal squeals, kicking her legs back and forth. 
“A yowie,”
“I told you, yowies aren’t real, but yaoi is!”
The bushes rustle louder and everyone turns again. A large, ape-like creature jumps from the brush and roars. Everyone screams (especially Patrick) and takes off running into the forest. 
The “yowie” giggles and takes off its mask, revealing a short teenager. Kitty unzips the suit and then runs back off into the forest. 
---
Michela and Albert return to the campfire, wet and exhausted, and raise both their eyebrows at the sight of the abandoned embers and empty yowie suit. 
“I don’t even wanna know,” Michela grumbles. 
---
The sun rises over the mountains in the east, washing a new light over the damp earth. Bonnie yawns and stretches, looking much less pale and sickly than they had for the past few days. 
Max follows after, then Staci and Kelly rise. “Hey- where’s Phillip?”
As if summoning him from Hell, he arrives with his shirt full of berries. “Look what I found! Valuable asset to the team, right?” Max rolls his eyes. 
Through the fog behind him, Michela and Albert walk into the clearing. “And that’s a bingo,” the latter says, marking off kookaburra on their sheet. “Oh!”
Sha-Mod jumps up from where he’d been lying on the ground and throws himself into Michela’s arms. “IgotlostIwassoscaredneverleavemealoneeveragain!” he sobs rapidly. 
“We found him in the woods like a puppy in a wet box on the side of the road,” Max sighs. “Then he ate all our food supplies and scared off our last chances of finding a bingo.”
Sha-Mod sobs loudly in Michela’s arms. “Geez, alright,” she says, then turns to Albert. “See? Told you.”
He smiles and shrugs, then turns away from her to roll his eyes. 
Team Yaoi (and Patrick) come stumbling out of the fog next, all panting and exhausted. Once they’ve caught their breath, Ass whacks Mal upside the head. 
“Sure, let’s make it a party,” Bonnie yawns, then turns to team Friendship. “Let’s get the hell out of here.”
---
The three teams- now reunited- cross the finish line at the exit of the forest, where Chris and the plane are waiting. “Wow, what happened to you guys? You look terrible!” he chuckles. 
The teens collectively glare at him. 
“Well, anyway. Let’s see those bingo cards…” he walks between the groups. “Two for Team Friendship, a full five for Team Mojo, and…. Surprise! Nothing for Team Yaoi.”
The team groans and he grins. “Lucky for you, this is a non-elimination round!”
“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Bonnie grumbles. Team Yaoi weakly cheers. Ass holds out their hand for a high five from Courtney, who swings and misses, then falls over. 
“Team Mojo, you’ll be enjoying first class,” he says, walking back in front of the groups. “The rest of you will enjoy gruel and grime in economy. See you there!”
Team Friendship groans. “Don’t look so glum, guys. At least I have these!” Phillip says, popping a small black berry in his mouth. 
“Yeah, I wouldn’t eat those if I were you,” Albert says. “Those look like nightshades.”
“So?”
“They’re poisonous,”
Phillip goes pale and spits out the berry, scraping off his tongue and whimpering. 
"Some boy scout," Max mutters.
---
The plane jostles a little, shaking economy. Courtney snores through the turbulence, hanging limply in their seatbelt. Ass mumbles a brief “ew” as Mal drools on her phone, and they scooch closer to Julia, who’s staring ahead intently. 
Bonnie is fast asleep, back to a normal human sleep schedule after their soiree in the jungle broke their bad habit. Kelly and Staci are leaning on each other, snoring, and Phillip is mumbling to himself. 
Max, balancing his head in his palms, blinks slowly, staring ahead out the window into the dark. After a few moments of silence, Julia unbuckles herself and crosses the great expanse from one side of the cabin to the other while the plane shakes. 
She takes a seat next to Max and he sighs dramatically. “What is it now?”
“Calm down, I just wanted to talk,”
“I’m not falling for that again,”
“I’ll make it short,” she smiles. “You weren’t with Team Mojo last night, after all. If I were you… I’d keep a close eye on Albert.”
Max blinks and looks pale. And with that, she walks back to the other side of the cabin. 
---
JULIA: “No, Michela and I aren’t enemies- but we aren’t allies, either. That makes her fair game. I want Patrick gone, and if that means I have to pick off the only player that’s keeping that team together- so be it,”
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3/25 Cyborg 009 The Stage Short Recap
Spoilers ahead for those who haven't watched the announcement themselves.
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Right off the bat we got a sneak peak at the theatrical poster! Not sure how I was expecting 005 and 008 to be handled, but the brown face is disappointing and certainly alienating to global fans of color.
However, the costumes are beautiful and the contrasting pant/coat combo works great. I really love the athletic cut and quilted details on the coats. Ivan is not surprisingly, a prop doll in this production. Personally to me this means we have a 50/50 chance of him either being occasionally lifted by stage ninjas for 'levitating' effects or they just hook him up to wires and let him free like Asamov intended. Only time will tell...
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We also got our first glance of the new cyberpunk redesigns of 0010+ and 0010-!
With stage adaptions especially I think it is good to treat them as their own canon. With that in mind I am curious to see how they flesh out the rest of the plot through costume design. My initial reaction was that they reminded me of Team Magma and Team Aqua grunts from older pokemon games. They are very fresh and stylish though, which I think is a good contrast to how formal and outdated Gilmore is presented.
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Performance After Event Schedule:
5/18: Special Curtain Call*
5/19: Action Curtain Call*
5/19: After Talk with Nanami Hiroki x Toshiya Sakai x Hiroo Otaka
5/21: After Talk with 001, Interviewer Hiroki Nanami
5/22: After Talk Hiroki Nanami x Daisho Sakuraba x Kazuma Kawahara x Toyota
5/23: After Talk Hiroki Nanami x Minori Sonic x 001
5/24: 009/Joe Shimamura Only Curtain Call*
5/25: After Talk Shunichi Takahashi x Masamichi Satonaka x Ryo Takizawa x Rita Aizawa
5/25: Action Curtain Call*
5/26: Special Curtain Call*
*Photos are permitted at these events
It was revealed that certain performances will also conclude with character specific special events, and include character postcards as well. Very jealous of the folks who get to see this live, and more so for those that attend a photo op!
The interviews with Ivan are sure to be interesting... I am curious to see if they have Nanami interviewing the doll or Ivan's voice actor. I guess we will have to wait and see lol.
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To wrap things off the main cast did a short introductory performance, and boy did I try to get some good screen grabs.
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How are we feeling about twinkified 002? His lil ponytail moment was a surprise but seems more appropriate for complicated choreographed fight scenes.
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Francoise seems to be the newest siri update in this canon, but damn if she doesn't make it look good.
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I know the first thing the costume department is doing is adding velcro to that scarf! It just couldn't keep up lol
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,':^/ I just want to know who decided the patchy brown face was fine but drew the line at his hands matching. I just want to talk
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Changs actor has a few stage position issues but carried on with so much confidence it was almost a non-issue. I am also so impressed if that is a) a hairpiece or b) his real hair he committed to have for the play.
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The bloke himself, had an intro as exciting as Francoise but you could tell they were also very excited to play the part. I am probably the most excited to see 007 and 009 perform from this intro alone.
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,':^/ if someone doesn't take the bronzer away from him I will get the spray bottle...
Would love to hear others impressions, opinions, and thoughts! Do you like the styling of the play or is it too many degrees removed from the source material? Are you excited to see it or was the news of a play for the 60th anniversary not what you were hoping for?
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eleemosynecdoche · 7 months
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Got a cute little fanfic about Seiga Kaku in the works. :)
Here's the opener:
Gensōkyō is an adjustment for Kaku Seiga (or Huo Qing'e, or Marina Nenadovic, or other names she has carried, Tao name expunged and left behind long ago). She has lived her life like this: there are three types of people in the worlds. Those who are ignorant of her, those who are aware and hostile, and those who are aware and beholden to her. Now she must confront a fourth: those who are aware and neutral. It is puzzling, but, as she walks up to the Hakurei Shrine, it does make it easier to enjoy herself in peace.
This drinking party, while not banning ordinary humans, is clearly one for the yaoguai and the little gods and the like, and so she has brought her Yoshika. She smiles, adjusting her pet's cap and patting her cheek. Yoshika gurgles, swaying just the littlest bit, but attentive to her mistress. "Good girl!" she tells her. She sees, out of the corner of her eye, some of the crowd from the corrupt monk's temple and says, "I'd give you a treat, but some people might be offended by you draining the life from a mouse, so-" 
She produces a small squirt bottle in her hands, prestidigitation and her senkai working together, and begins to spray mist in front of Yoshika, whose tongue lolls out as she licks it up, trying to inhale all of it. There's some faint sounds of disgust from the Buddhists, or some other people, but little else, and she continues on, petting Yoshika as she goes. There's a nice spot, open and set slightly away from any of the groups. Stragglers will surely gather here, and she likes the opportunity to study them in closer detail. Yoshika mumbles something clearly cadenced. 
"What's that, my darling?" Seiga asks, setting out all the incidentals she'll want for an evening of drinking, light provocation, and possibly, if she's lucky, an interesting new human to meet. She finishes it off with a bottle filled with one of her personal cocktails, a bit on the Molotov end with the diesel fuel and kerosene. Perfect for intimidation, even of the most jaded youkai. She really needs to get a source for more before long-
"I was twenty-five, and walking through the forest by a stream," Yoshika says, in a voice far less gurgly than her usual one. "I saw a squirrel, and it scolded me, and, laughing, I came up with that verse on the spot." She looks up at Seiga, recognition filling her eyes first, then shock, horror, betrayal, sadness… "You," she says. "Weren't you sent away? I cried and cried even as I agreed with it. What happened? This isn't how I-" the control talisman glows, character by character, and Seiga smiles as Yoshika twitches and then falls back, immobile. 
"I'm sorry, pet," she says. "I had to do quite a bit of reconstruction anyways, so while I was working on you…" the talisman dims. Seiga sighs. "Ah, what a shame, the brief nature of our moments together," she says, kissing Yoshika on her nose. 
"They are?" Yoshika asks, jiangshi once more, eyes wide at the vast breathing world around her, arms stiff and slowly coming back to motility. 
"Certainly, by comparison to the whole world," Seiga says, laughing. Yoshika nods, satisfied. "I think it's about time to get something to drink," Seiga says, "Would you like beer or sake or plum wine today, Yoshika?" 
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adrianthescoop · 9 months
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General
Name:Oliver McCormack
Nicknames:Oli,Ver,Mickey
Alias:None
Age:30
Gender:Non Binary(Amab)
Pronouns:He/Him
Sexuality:Bisexual(male lean)
Nationality:Mexican-American
PHYSICAL
Height:6'0
Weight:124 lbs
Blood Type:A-
Scars(TW):Fire burns,knife/stab wounds,S/H scars
Tattoos/Piercings:Ear piercings
OTHER INFO
Personality:
Oliver wasn't an outgoing person.He always isolated himself,making himself introverted.Oliver ended up being skeptical due to the Smile Drug incident.He never talked to nobody,and was quiet and suspicious of strangers.
Mental Disorders:
-PTSD
-Selective mutism
-ADHD
Abilities/skills:
Oliver can hide anywhere he wants without being caught due to his quiet nature.He can run very fast aswell.He usually carries either a bat or a lighter with a spray bottle aswell
Relationships:
(SPOILERS FOR S2 + AU)
He never was close with anyone during the whole Smile Drug ordeal.The only people he was close with was Shaun Gomez,Gibson Martinez,and Hudson Martinez,who all sadly died due to the drug.
Oliver thought it would be best to move to another place with no Smile Drug issue,that place being Pacific Bay.There,he met Adrian Ravener,a famous detective who saved Grimsborough from a devious order.They got along well,sharing same interests and ideals.Oliver then met Evelin Miller in Rhine Canyon,who joined the duo on their journey.Evelin taught Oliver to fight well against bad enemies that may try and attack the trio,and surprisingly,Oliver did pretty well.
Moving onto the PBPD,they haven’t had the chance to meet Oliver yet.During the post cases of Pacific Bay,they end up meeting Oliver and Evelin,and they all got along well in the end,though,they did have different opinions on Oliver however.Moving onto White Peaks,Oliver befriended Dimitrios Moustaki while he was trying to ice skate.He ended up slipping but Dimitrios ended up catching him in time.During breaks in the skating competitions,Dimitrios and Oliver would usually chat.Oliver shared horror-documenting interests with Virginia Watchbird aswell,often letting her talk about the things she has discovered,as well as introducing him to Charlie Watchbird,her cousin.He has a neutral expression towards Allen Muir,not often seeing him since Oliver never trusted going to that part of White Peaks,but he thinks Allen’s a cool guy.He has a deep rivalry with Roberto Vasquez,and they never try to meet eye to eye,which would end up in violence.Oliver ended up getting an EXTREMELY bad and ugly relationship(not shipping wise) with Miriam Young,often criticizing her for how she treats her kids.Oliver and Adrian were introduced to Duncan during 'leap of faith' and Duncan took an interest in Oliver,often admiring his works and teamwork with Adrian.Their first actual interaction was a bit awkward,but they got more used to eachother more and more as time went on,which ended up with Duncan and Oliver getting romantic feelings for each other.At the end of Pacific Bay and with the help of Adrian,Oliver confessed to Duncan at one point and they ended up dating each other after a long while of romantic feelings hidden.(since Pacific Bay was being bombed,I would imagine that the prison was destroyed by the explosion and the convicts there escaped)
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✨ share a snippet featuring night time • from a cut scene of "sempre la stessa storia"
He doesn't know what he's feeling as he makes his way up the steps, away from that lavish meal. All he'd known was that Texas had children that Vincenzo had rarely seen, and none of their names had been Dallas. They'd all been as Sicilian as Vincenzo himself and to say he'd been shocked was the understatement of the century.
Even now, their scents and the looks on their faces stick with him: Dallas was the tallest person here, with his dark eyes and thick eyebrows, sharp teeth pearl white and face contorted in shock. Johnny who was still a small guy, in a wheelchair with his still kicked puppy look lingering beneath it all.
They were here, were real and Ponyboy doesn't know how to feel about it, about two people he never thought he'd see again were back.
Two people who he was sure didn't really want him back. He doesn't have to think that hard to pull up old memories of watching them: Dallas and Johnny, always attached to each other in some way, Johnny talking about Dallas being one of those Southern gentlemen, Dallas about to cry when he thought Johnny was going to die.
Memories that Ponyboy has been trying to ignore for years, that have always been too painful to revisit. They weren't the worst ones, and still they stung as he makes his way up the steps.
They were going to be here for a week. Just one week. He could manage just one week.
By the time he's on the familiar hallway, Ponyboy can scent his father: the cigarettes he preferred, the calming pack scent he carried mingling with it. His shoulders drop a little as he calls out, "Pappo! My hands are full – I brought you dinner."
"You did?" Light fills the hallway and then his father is peeking out of his room, his shirt partially unbuttoned, the white streak in his black hair prominent. He takes one look at Ponyboy and comes over quickly to take a plate. "Must be going badly for Cenzo to send you up so early. "
"Sorta," Ponyboy follows him into his room, comforted by it. This room has belonged to his Pappo for years, whether he actually occupied it or not. It's got a record player in a corner already with a record in it, the windows open to let in the spring evening light, his bed made up neatly, the bathroom door shut.
It's easy to sit at the spacious table, both of their plates clinking softly as their set down. "It's a little unexpected. Uhm," Ponyboy fumbles for the right word as his Pappo sets down the pitcher of water and a Coke bottle for him. "It's not... two of my friends showed up."
🌳 share a snippet featuring nature of any kind • from an already posted chapter of "exodus to eden"
As he walks, he thinks of his father, of his easy way when they had gone hunting together when he was younger. He had liked to take all of them when he could — usually when Darry was off season for football and Soda wasn't hesitant to go. Ponyboy always wanted to go, if just to bathe in the countryside, in the quiet of it all.
What he had liked less was the actual act of hunting, of having to shoulder the gun and aim it at a creature, take their life.
Ponyboy shies away from that, from how much he hated to think about glossy dead eyes, about the scent and spray of blood. Instead, he focuses on how his father had laughed around a campfire, his eyes sparkling as he spoke. How he told him about wooing the prettiest alpha girl he'd ever met, even though he hadn't had two pennies to rub between his fingers when he'd proposed to her. How she had brought him in front of her parents, and wouldn't allow her to marry him unless he had something, anything to offer.
Wistfully, he finds himself thinking about how his father had boasted, I told him if he let me work for him, I'd bring his company more than what he'd ever thought he would. And if I married Jennifer, even more. The way the campfire had bathed his face at this point in the story, how he always puffed up his chest. He said, Darrel Curtis, you've got a lot of spunk in you. So put your money where your mouth is and come back.
A jaybird trills, and Ponyboy has to stop himself from thinking further, about how much he'd thought he loved staying in the countryside, pulling himself back to the present where he was in front of what looked like a schoolhouse, judging by the board outside that had flyers that were still hanging on by a thread to the corkboard .Most of the paper was disintegrated, worn away beyond an old photo of a class. There's no year on it, and Ponyboy looks at the schoolhouse curiously.
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fruit-of-infidelity · 11 months
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♱  DIABOLIK LOVERS: Haunted Dark Bridal ー Sakamaki Ayato | Ecstasy 5½  ♱
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⌜ Scene: Garden ⌟
Yui: Ooh!
Smell these ones, Ayato-kun!
Ayato: Aah? What’s special about ‘em? They’re just roses.
Yui: But, these roses are particularly strong! They’re at their best to use when they’re very fragrant.
I’ll take one or two from this bush, I think.
ー Yui snips off a few roses. ー
Hmm, hmm…
( Not only can I make rosewater to spray around my room with these, but I hear it also really helps wounds heal faster! )
( Bottling some up would be super handy, too, so I can carry it around! )
( You know, in case of Ayato-kun... )
Ayato: …Geez, you’re gonna strip the garden bare at this point.
Yui: Don’t be a drama queen, I’m being sparce with my pruning.
Ayato: Drama queen, my ass. You’re the girl ‘round here.
I don’t get what you need this for anyway. Why not pass the time with Yours Truly some, instead of focusin’ on some flowers?
Yui: Huff…
Anyway, if you’re not going to help, could you not complain in my ear?
Ayato: …Shuddup.
Yui: Come on… Don’t be that way, Ayato-kun.
Ayato: Seriously, shut up. I think I heard somethin’ over that way…
━─┉┈◈ Selection ◈┈┉─━
  ❈  Like what? ( ♥ )
Yui: ( Ayato-kun looks really serious about this… )
( Even if I didn’t, I should hear him out. )
Youreally heard something? What did it sound like?
Ayato: I dunno, it’s hard to tell when someone’s blabberin’ away right beside me.
Yui: ( H-Hey, now…! )
  ❈  It's probably nothing
Yui: Heard something…? It’s probably just a few rabbits, you know?
Ayato: God, you’re a pain in the ass.
ー Ayato puts a hand over Yui’s mouth. ー
Yui: …!!
( Ayato-kun’s hand over my mouth! )
━━─┉┈┈◈◉◈┈┈┉─━━
Ayato: … …
Yui: ( Silence… )
( There’s nothing, after all. He’s surely just hearing things? )
ー A twig ahead snaps. ー
Yui: …!
Ayato: …Get down.
ー Yui does as she is told. ー
???: …ven’t… …years…
Yui: ( …! Someone’s voice! )
( They’re getting closer… Ayato-kun was right! )
???: …Keep close… Ryuuto.
Yui: Ryuuto…san?
( What’s more… That’s another voice! )
Ayato: …Yo.
???: …Aah, Ayato.
Ayato: You’re already up to no good, you sly bastard. I can tell… So, scram.
Ryuuto: Mind your manners, that is your uncle you’re speaking to.
???: Leave him be. I can handle myself.
Ayato: …What kinda stunt are you tryna pull, Richter? Sneakin’ down this way?
Richter: This property is as much ours, as it is yours; Are we not allowed to take a leisurely stroll around our lake, once in a while?
Ayato: Don’t beat ‘round the bush. You think I’m stupid or somethin’?
Richter: Perhaps so. If you are trying to pick a fight, that is.
Do not make a scene out of nothing, Ayato. We have told you our business, so I believe we are free to be on our way; We owe you nothing more.
Yui: ( I want to get a good look of who’s with Ryuuto-san… )
( But, if I peek my head through the leaves, I’ll get spotted right away. )
( Probably best to keep down, like Ayato-kun said. )
Ryuuto: …Come along, Father. We can detour around this garden on another day.
By the looks of things, their scent is rotting away all the good roses, anyhow; Those balding bushes… Fufu, what a pitiful sight.
Richter: … …
ー They walk away. ー
Ayato: …Tsk. Those guys really gimme the creeps.
Coast is clear, Yui.
ー She stands back up now. ー
Yui: ( …Was it really necessary to hide like that? )
Hey… Mind telling me who those guys were?
I mean, I know Ryuuto-san, but the other person you were talking to… Your “uncle”?
Ayato: …Don’t worry ‘bout that old fart.
With ‘em creeping around, just stick by my side, got it?
ー He grabs her by her arm. ー
Yui: W-Wait…! Ayato-kun, please don’t pull me!
Ayato: We’re goin’ inside. I’m not hangin’ around here any longer, for whenever they start wanderin’ back this way.
Yui: B-But, I haven’t got enough roses yet!
Ayato: Hah? Not enough?
…Didn’tcha hear those guys?
Yui: Hear about… Do you mean the “balding bushes”?
Ayato: Yeah. Told you it looks like you’re strippin’ the garden bare.
Next thing you know, Reiji’s gonna be on or asses about it too, ‘n I’m not in the mood for that four-eyes to start naggin’…
So, c’mon, titless. Or, do I gotta drag you?
✥ TO BE CONTINUED ✥
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