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Genshin Impact Garlands From the 3rd Anniversary "Gratifying Gathering" Carnival Web Event

HIIIII hi hi hi @non4ry, i was your secret santa for this event!

the idea of heather* and angela interacting w/ one another was far too great to pass up... (general gist is that they're at a carnival/fair/etc. and having a good time)

i hope you enjoy!!! :-) and thanks again to @heather-garland for putting this event together; this was so much fun!

Title: Just Do It {One-Shot}

Lewis Hamilton x Reader

Warning: Fluff, Cursing, Implied Smut,

Words: 5.6k

Summary: Lewis is practically the dead last to realize his feelings, feelings he’s had from the very beginning of your arrangement that was to be one night, then one afternoon, then just strictly FWB.

Note: Did anyone ask for this? Nope. I couldn’t resist the so damn adorable pictures of him looking so dreamy. Again, I wrote this with the reader from “One Night” in mind. At this point, I think I’ll just create a collection for them. LOL. Think I’ll begin with the rules you will see in this one shot.

As always, thank you for reading. I hope you enjoy this!

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***NOT Edited/Proofread***



The gentle breeze brushed against his face bringing with it the salt of the sea, the garlands of flowers that were strewn nearby, and the subtle scent of steamed lobster, and crabs. It had been an exhausting two weeks, and this was just what his spirit needed. A few feet away his eyes were locked on you as you danced with his niece and nephew. You effortlessly went between swan-like graceful and delicate twirls and dips for his niece then Star Wars-esq light saber swipes in the air to battle his nephew. You made it look easy. He always wondered how it was so easy for you. You had no nieces or nephews of your own and rarely interacted with children. When his niece bent over with one leg lifted behind her you mirrored her, and it was then his nephew saw his opening to attack. "Haagh!” He shoved his invisible imaginary lightsaber at you, but you did some impressive skip-hop turn that had you barely missing his attack to come around and swoop him in your arms then spin around swinging him like a carnival ride. He laughed and screamed while you laughed. His niece giggled, jumping up and down as she announced it was her turn to get the same treatment. You put his nephew down then took her into your arms and did the same thing. She giggled and hooted her enjoyment as you adoringly smiled at her. When you placed her down, she wobbled from the dizziness for a few moments then they were both off chasing you to the shoreline. Once there the three of you splashed water on each other laughing the entire time. It was clear you guys were having the time of your lives. The sigh of a content man fell from his lips. It was a sigh he’d released several times before today and usually always when he was with you watching while you were wrapped up in whatever you were doing. So basically, him being an obsessed stalker. "Oh bloody 'ell just do it already," a voice to his left said. Turning, he found his father's smiling face, a face pretty much identical to his own. "What?" "Just do it already. You know you want to; I know you want to; gracious everyone here knows you want to. So just do it." He crinkled his brow as he took in his father but once again you drew his attention. He smiled as you ran from them both as they teamed up on you trying to catch you. You were so good with them, and it was evident how much they liked you. It was just how he always wanted it between the woman in his life and them. "Earth to Lewis." He shook his head slightly and brought his attention back to his father who now had his stepmother just behind him and his younger brother on his left. "Sorry, what? Do what?" They laughed together leaving him completely confused. "Yeh, I’m lost." He raised his virgin pina colada glass to his lips and took a mouthful as they continued their inside joke. "I'll explain," his brother offered as his fiancé stood behind him. He took a swig of his beer and then spoke. "You and Y/N have been friends for years and everyone knows how great she is..." "I mean yeh, she's awesome,” he confirmed interrupting his brother. He nodded and continued, "Exactly so she is great in general and for you, and over the last I don't know a year and a bit, we've noticed a change in you and even in her." "That's...weird. What change are you talkin’ about? I don't know what you're talking about." "Of course not because you’re oblivious. Men," his sister chimed in joining the group. The women laughed this time while nodding. "Okay, get on with it, yeh. What change are you talking about?" "You're softer," his mother voiced. "More relaxed, the stuff that got to you before don't now," his sister added. "Christ just tell him. You’re acting like a lovesick bloke," his father spit out. Pausing, he tried his best not to look your way. Instead, he raised his glass again and took a long sip. "Uh-huh, there it is,” his sister teased. "You're madly in love with her and she's madly in love with you. So just do it, just ask her to marry you already so we can get some grandkids from you already," his father rushed out. He was fine until he heard the “marry you” and everything after. Coughing up a storm, he tried to get a hold of himself, but it posed a more difficult task than expected. "Is Uncle Lewis ok?" His niece's question was filled with concern. You approached him and placed your hand on his back and rubbed. "Are you okay? Slow down, slow down," you said as you rubbed his back. The action was soothing in more ways than one. The bout of coughing slowed until it stopped, and he was then left trying to take full breaths. "Slow breaths. There you go. What happened?" "Ehm! Mu-mu-must have swallowed too fast," he croaked. You cupped his jaw and looked him over. "You're sure you're okay?" Your thumb gently stroked his cheekbone and just like that he was lost in your touch. The urge to lean into your hand was strong and just as he was about to do just that, four pairs of soft eyes and smiling lips caught his attention. His parents and sister watched with "I knew it" and adoring looks on their faces. Damn it, he thought as he looked back at you. "Yeah, I'm all right. Thanks." He gave you a small smile that you returned before he stepped back giving his attention to his niece and nephew. "I'm all right. I promise. Show me those fancy moves, little ballerina." His niece smiled then began dancing for everyone as they watched with smiles. She loved the attention and had everyone wrapped around her finger. As he watched her he tried to figure out just when you'd started to affect him like this. When had your touch been like soothing and heated hot stones? When had your eyes become such endless pools of stars to him? When did this begin? How did he not even notice? Glancing at you he found you smiling and sipping your drink. He for sure knew it wasn't virgin and had more alcohol than needed in it. You looked so good with the warm glow of the light bathing your skin and thanks to the very lite sheen of sweat you looked iridescent. The long maxi dress you wore that had two deep splits at the thighs fit you perfectly hugging the full globes of your breasts while showing off your tempting curves. God, you were beautiful. Your eyes slipped to him and locked on his. The look you gave him was a mix of something he'd seen plenty of the last year and something completely new, something that made his heart beat faster and his mind wander to other things like a flower-lined path along a white sanded beach with you in a white dress as your long intricate Spanish style veil wafted in the air while you walked to him. At the same time, the two of you flinched as if you'd had the same vision down to the wide smiles on both of your faces. That's crazy he thought, shaking the idea off. You averted your eyes as a confused look washed over your face. Or was it? Was his father right? Were you in love with him? 

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-Y/N-

"What the actual fuck was that Y/N?" You stared at yourself in the mirror for a few moments then dipped down to splash cold water on your face. After you caught Lewis' eye on the beach as his niece showed off her dancing skills, the visual you'd unexpectedly had of him standing at the end of a flower-dusted path dressed in beach-appropriate neutral colors while you walked to him atop those flowers in a sexy and chic gown of white, you couldn't get it out of your head. Anytime your eyes met you saw it. When he touched you, you saw it. Even when you were sitting with his family laughing or leisurely gazing out to the darkened sea you saw it. "Where in the hell did that come from?" You stared at yourself as if the answer would come to you in the mirror. You sighed and hung your head. It felt like it came out of left field. Ok, yeah your relationship had drastically changed thanks to your impromptu request for one night of filth and debauchery, a night you were convinced would be enough but wasn't in the least. Yeah, that night opened Pandora's box for the two of you prompting you to establish a friends-with-benefits arrangement with clear stipulated rules for the both of you to adhere to. Rules that over the last year had been broken time and time again. You thought of those rules again. 1) No sleepovers past one night. That rule had been broken 2 weeks after you’d made it when you visited him in Barcelona for a race weekend. A weekend where he had waaaay too much energy and you had waaayyy too little self-control.

2) No personal gifts. Shattered after a month when you woke up to a gorgeous diamond tennis bracelet resting between your breasts after a night of sinful indulgences with one another's bodies. He’d said it was just something he picked up but he thought of you when he saw it. 3) No dates or date-like things. Yeeted into the stratosphere after a month when a day after you'd gotten that tennis bracelet Lewis surprised you with a rented out restaurant where he cooked you dinner in the kitchen and you ate surrounded by candles until the wee hours of the morning leading you to break the next rule. 4) Only fucking, nothing more. That night the sex felt like more than sex, it was more than fucking. It felt like a transference of self, of energy. The way the two of you stared into each other's eyes as if you never wanted to look in any others spoke of more than fucking. The way he slowed his strokes to take his time with you rather than pounding you into the mattress screamed planting a seed. The way he kissed you and held your hands with your fingers entwined as he passionately and hungrily moaned your name into your ear megatroned yearning and felt like lovemaking. The way held you through the night with your bodies still connected sealed the moment with an air of permanence. Just fucking never stood a chance. 5) No intermingling lives. Kicked down so many times in so many ways. You spent Christmas with him and his family just 4 months after you'd set the rule. Since then, you hadn't stopped. Your friends were already his friends, he showed up and supported your work events and career every chance he got. He came by to take care of you when you were sick, as did you for him. You’d been intermingled since the very beginning. 6) No possessiveness or jealousy. What a joke. New Year's proved that. Dressed in your sexiest you partied together flirting up a storm and teasing one another until you began getting attention from a futbol star that was also in the building. With every drink he sent your way Lewis got grumpier and grumpier. By the time he'd come over to spit his game, Lewis was downright pissy and didn't care about showing it.

When he interrupted your conversation to bring you a drink, he wrapped his arm around your hip to pull you close and it was there he kept his hand. When he left the kiss he gave you on your cheek was practically half on your lips. You found it funny though you knew in any other circumstance you'd have popped off at the mouth for the display. That night the way he pounded you into the mattress confirmed it all, he was trying to stake a claim. 7) No more than 5 hookups a month. Laughable. It only took 3 months for both of you to lock the door on that rule. In the beginning, though you found yourself wanting him more often than not. However, you controlled and distracted yourself to keep to that no more than 5 times rule. However, around the 3rd month, you found yourself with more free time than you expected and that was your first flight out to see him for dick, which he was overjoyed about. Since the first time was so easy, you found yourself flying out for dick appointments often and was even shocked when he granted you time out of his normally jam-packed schedule to fly out to you for the same appointments. 8) No unplanned visits or expectations He'd broken that when he came by your place after flying back home. It was a night you were entertaining some business associates. He'd apologized about it and felt bad, but his presence probably made it easier to get what you wanted from the bunch. They were so starstruck it was hilarious. That night you didn't even have sex you stayed up talking easily breaking the next rule. 9) No intimacy. The major break happened with you after he'd had a struggle-filled week in a new season, and you'd dropped all your plans to cook his favorite dish and go over to his place to distract him and comfort him. You ended up letting more than enough intimate words slip as you let him rough you up. He called you his true peace and you silently agreed he was that for you as well. 9 rules that never stood a chance from jump. 9 rules that as you stared at yourself in the mirror you deduced paved the way for that visual to infiltrate your mind. A thought gripped you then, a thought that stole your breath. "Am I...have I...do I?" You couldn't even finish the sentence out loud without your heart racing. "Oh god." Had you broken the 10th rule too? Your eyes were wide with horror. "Everything okay, Y/N?" You saw Lewis' sister standing behind you through the mirror. You did your best to cover everything you were thinking and feeling. "Yeah! Ehm, sorry. I mean yes, I'm fine. I'll be right out." She smiled then nodded and turned to make her way out. A few seconds passed and she came right back. "Okay, you don't look all right. Wanna talk about it?" Again, you stared at yourself. Did you? Could you to his sister though? "Um...uh..." "I'm a good listener," she coaxed coming to sit on the sink counter. You turned off the water then slowly dried your hands. "It's nothing really just... thinking." "About Lewis?" "What?" You nervously giggled while fanning her off, "Nuh-uh, no." She laughed and shook her head. "Wow. They say opposites attract but you two are just alike except one is a man the other a gorgeous woman." "What does that mean?" "It means neither of you seem to know what you have while you have it." "What do we have?" "You tell me,” she coaxed. "Nothing. We have nothing. We're friends." "Just friends?" "Pretty much," you answered. The look on her face said she didn’t believe not one bit of that. Shit, you were pretty disbelieving right now too. She sighed exaggeratedly then spoke, "You look at each other too long and too deep to be just friends. Why are you the only friend here? No Miles, no Daniel, no Andrew, or your other mutual friends. Just you. Why have you been around my children regularly? He is protective of them and doesn't allow anyone he doesn't consider family around them. Why have you been to Christmas, Easter, family BBQs, trips, and bday parties? Why have you been up and down the paddocks? Why is your nickname around the team the queen of the paddock? Why does he seem like less of a stubborn ass lately? Why can he now easily change his schedule and fit time in for R&R when before he was a workaholic? Why has he turned down attention from any and all other women that aren't you?" You began to panic and worked overtime to keep it in. You turned back to the mirror and took several slow breaths. She hopped off the counter then put her hand on your shoulder. "I doubt you've ever been just friends and I doubt you will ever be just his friend." She walked out of the bathroom leaving you standing there practically quaking. You felt as if she'd pulled the pin out of a grenade, left it on the counter then escaped leaving you to deal with whatever happened next. "Holy fuck." By the time you got a hold of yourself and made it back to the ladies, you felt more composed. You sat, listened, talked, and laughed with them for a while longer and enjoyed their company. It was always nice being with them. They were sweet and kind and always made you feel like part of the family no matter what. After another hour or two, you said your good nights and walked through the villa that Lewis had rented toward your bedroom. Halfway there you paused, it was also a room you shared with Lewis. Since you arrived there had never been a discussion or assumption that you'd sleep anywhere else. You could have kicked yourself in your own ass at this point. "Seriously Y/N" You continued on your way while distracting yourself with the view. The house was quiet, telling you everyone was most likely asleep or getting ready to be. You wondered if he was already asleep. When you walked into the bedroom you found the bed empty and not turned down. Approaching the window, you saw him sitting by himself with his phone in hand. You assumed he was doing a little work before bed. Deciding to give him some time, you went to take a shower. You took your time leisurely washing yourself and your hair while your mind drifted trying to understand what was happening. Yes, you'd felt like things had shifted but you hadn't dwelled on it enough to decipher what had shifted or why. You'd put everything in a box and put the box way out if reach. Now that box was overturned, and you had to sift through it. You saw everything in a new light and found yourself picking apart actions, conversations, looks, touches--everything. By the time you came out of the shower nearly an hour had passed, and Lewis was still on the beach. After pulling on your robe and wellies you walked out onto the balcony and took the stairs that led to the beach. The closer you got you could see he was still on his phone. Shaking your head. you came up on him and slipped right onto his lap. Without needing to be told or reminded, his hands slipped around your waist as if on instinct. "Woah," he mumbled. "Do you have any idea what time it is?" He smiled softly then closed an eye as he faux calculated. "Uh...1am" "Close to 3. What in the world are you doing?" "Nothing just enjoying this," he said motioning his head around. "It is nice, but I don't believe you. Which big booty Judy caught your attention on IG?" You took up his discarded phone making note that he wasn’t stopping you or hurrying to hide something. When you looked down you found a picture of the two of you that you hadn't seen before. You both were asleep on the beach. You were lying on your back which Lewis laid on your stomach with one of his legs thrown across both of yours. His arms were wrapped around you hugging you to him while your hand was in one of his, fingers laced. It looked so domestic, so natural. "Who took this?" "My mum. She sent it to me." You stared at it a little longer taking extra notice of the feeling of calm within you. Clearing your throat, you plopped his phone onto the table behind you then wrapped your arms around his neck. "What're you thinking?" "That nothing says you're part of the fam more than sneak shots." He snorted then stared at you. "Is that okay with you?" "What? Sneak shots?" "Being part of the family." You stared and thought about your answer. "Sure. You know your family is great." He nodded slowly. "Why you're not okay with it? Want me back in my lane asap?" "No. I'm actually more than okay with it. I've been sitting here thinking a lot about the last year and you and me. I know that we made an agreement and set rules and agreed not to cross the line." He stopped then sighed, but he didn't continue. "Uh-huh. I hear a but." "Let's take a walk." He stood with you in his arms but then let you slide down his body. The two of you walked down the beach hand in hand enjoying the quiet crash of the waves onto the shore and the warm breeze. Five or so minutes of silence passed before Lewis spoke again. "Do you realize we've broken every rule we established?" You sighed, "Yep. All but--one." He stopped but you continued to walk until he pulled you back to him. Your body collided with his and eyes locked. "Which one is that?" "Uh—well--ya’ know--not to fall in love." Lewis' hands slipped to your waist. "I'm afraid I broke that one," Lewis slowly said. Somehow your face remained expression free. Somehow your internal panic didn't rise to the surface. Somehow your poker face was immaculate when you were steadily freaking out. "I fell in love with you, Y/N. I--I don’t know when it happened or even how. I can't even pinpoint a particular day or situation when it did or when I knew it because tonight was the first night I realized it. Tonight, watching you with my niece and nephew I realized I'd fallen head over heels for you and that realization scared me but not because of why I thought it would.”

His eyes were wild and blazing as if he were on fire or felt a searing urgency to get this out.

“It was because me realizing my love for you that is in no way shape or form platonic made me scared you didn't feel the same way. It made me terrified that I'd gone and fucked this up. Fucked us up. I hope to God I didn’t ruin us and how good we are together, but when my father said to just do it already and ask you to marry me so he could get grandkids it hit me all at once like a train barreling into a narrow tunnel.”

His hold on your hands became tighter like he wanted you to really understand what he was saying. You were so lightheaded right now it looked like swirly stars were falling around him. Was it because you were practically holding your breath? Realizing that you took a deep breath that sounded ragged. Your body swayed backward but Lewis was there to steady you.

With a large hand cupping your cheek, the balls of his fingers pressed just behind your ear, a soothing move he’d learned instantly calmed you. You released a slow breath and he continued, “I want that. I have always wanted that but couldn't trust it with anyone, couldn't see it with anyone. I see it with you though. I want that with you.”

Holy shit, you thought, and his fingertips kept pressing.

“I want you to have my last name, I want you wearing my number around the paddock cheering me on, I want your belly to swell because of my child.”

The hand he that was holding yours drifted to your abdomen and gently rubbed making the butterflies there flit around more prominently. Your panic only increased as your body reacted to every single bit of him.

“I want to cuddle in bed together, Christmases, Easter, Thanksgiving, all vacations. I want intimacy, I want unplanned visits and all the expectations, I want possessiveness and even some jealousy, I want more than 5 hookups a month, I want all month every month, I want to intermingle the shit out of our lives, I want dates, so many fucking dates, all the romance you can stand. I want to give you a personal gift every day no matter the occasion, I want so much more than fucking. I want to make love to you every night, every afternoon, every morning for an eternity of sleepovers. And holy fuck I hope you want that too because I don’t think I can let you go. I don't think I have the strength to know you're in the world and we’re not together, that you're not mine." Your panic had turned to complete and utter fucking freaking out. Still, your face must have said otherwise because Lewis did even more as if you weren’t a flight risk and a commitment-phobe that would run screaming down the beach. You were all those things. He then dropped to one knee before you. "I know it's sudden and I know completely out of left field, but I love you Y/N. I'm in love with you and I know for a fact it's been longer than a year since I've felt this way. I know before we started this friends-with-benefits scenario I had always felt something for you something I knew if ever started would never end. I love so many things about you. Even the things that drive me crazy I love, like your flightiness, and your indecisiveness, your stubbornness, your argumentativeness, your ability to keep people and me at arm's length without giving anything away to how you feel or what you think. Even these things I love because they make you so uniquely and perfectly you.”

You were convinced he had to be able to hear your heart pounding over the crash of the waves. The way it thumped inside your chest was so fast, so brutally fast you felt like it was seconds from giving out.

“I love you and I don't want to waste any more time. I don't want to pretend anymore or even act like I feel less than I do or try to make myself feel less. I know I don't have a ring right now and I am so sorry about that. I wish I'd planned this better because you deserve sky writers and fireworks and every extravagant and romantic thing for a proposal, and I swear I will get you the biggest most expensive rock if you say yes. I promise but I have to get these words out for the first and only time in my life. Will you marry me?" Your panic and freakout turned to complete hysteria. You screamed long and loud then slapped your hands to your face like in the Home Alone movie. "Uh." You covered your mouth and kept screaming muffling it, but it was still loud enough to echo over the barren beach. "Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my fuck! Are you serious? You're not serious. There is no way you're serious!" "I'm dead serious." "Are you drunk? High?" "No. Completely sober." "Oh my god Lewis! What the fuck!” "I know." "Oh my god!” You could not believe this. For some reason, you felt like this was a prank but there was no one around, just the moon as a witness. You turned from him needing a little movement and space. You looked to the ocean and took a few breaths then turned back to him completely restless. "You're for real." "For real, for real." "You're not kidding." "No." "You mean it? You want to get married." "I do." "To me?" "Only you" With panicked and wild eyes, you gripped your head still unable to fathom how you'd gotten here from where you were or how in the world your heart was pounding so hard at the prospect of this future. You were in complete and utter shock and disbelief.

Staring at him kneeling in the sand before you in his black shirt light wash pants, for the first time you allowed the protective walls you had around your heart to fall. You allowed yourself to just feel without thought or worry of if you should. You let your heart speak for the first time in damn near a decade. He was right you'd broken every rule. Every single rule. "We really did break every single rule huh,” you recounted. "We did."

The way he stared at you with his eyes so clear and filled with so much emotion showed he was so open. You could break him or build him up and he knew it and was willingly giving you the authority to do whatever you chose. This man who had so many trust issues who was jaded due to his career and fame and everything that came with it was kneeling before you and giving you this power over him, spilling his heart, and begging for you to catch him and love him in return. God, he was beautiful.   "Ask me again." "Will you marry me Y/N? Spend the rest of our lives breaking even more rules with me. Please." You didn't know you had tears in your eyes until you felt them rolling down your cheek. "Yes," you said barely above the waves. Lewis' eyes widened with disbelief. "What?" "Yes," you repeated, your voice shaky. "Wait. Are you serious?" You nodded. "You're not fucking with me right now?" You shook your head as the tears kept coming. "For real?" You nodded. "For real for real." "You're not drunk, or high right now are you because that would suck to wake up tomorrow with you not remembering this." "I'm sober." "You mean it? You want to get married to me?" "Yes." "Y/N--,” he began on a breathy emption filled whisper. "Yes!”

You shouted so loud it echoed around. "Yes, yes, yes, yes!" Lewis lit up, then leaped to his feet to pull you into his arms. "Oh my god,” he croaked out before his lips crashed to yours. The kiss was wild and frenzied as his lips and tongue devoured yours. When he pulled you back to look into your eyes, you saw the glisten in them.

"You want this?" "Yes." "You feel the same?"

Your yes wasn’t enough, he needed the words, craved them. "I do. I love you, Lewis. I'm in love with you." It took a few moments of him searching your eyes for your words to sink in and when they did, his smile was so freaking adorable you wanted to melt. Your lips met and began a passionate kiss but then you heard loud cheering behind you. Both of you turned and found his whole family standing out back by the pool watching, clapping, and cheering. Your eyes bugged as the realization hit you that you probably had seen. Lewis cupped his mouth and hollered out, "I did it! She said yes!’ They cheered louder and you laughed burying your face in his chest trying to disappear. However, he held you close not allowing you to miss one second of his family’s happiness and excitement. "Just engaged sex here we come," Lewis lowly sing-songed. Snorting, you corrected him, "I told you we are not having sex anywhere near your family. Ever." Lewis pulled you flush against him lacing his hand behind your back, so you were trapped with no other choice than to feel his growing need press against your belly, "Come on, it's a special occasion." Momentarily you got lost in the feel of him but quickly cleared your throat and shook your head, "Nope." "We have orders from my dad to give him grandkids. How am I to make that happen if I can't even put them in you?" You snorted again, "I'm sure he is not expecting kids 9 months from now." "Hey, dad!” ”Yeh?" "When do you want them grandkids?" "Asap!” Your jaw dropped as embarrassment filled you. You tried to pull away from him so you could hide behind him, but Lewis would not allow it. "Oh my god." Lewis laughed, dipped down then threw you over his shoulder and ran down the beach. You knew he would try every seduction method in his repertoire and then some to make you change your mind and you knew you would only be able to hold yourself back for so long before you were begging him to fill you up like a gas tank.  You had every intention of making him work for it tonight. He had to know now what he was in store for in this eternity he wanted with you. After all, what was one more broken rule to start a lifetime together?

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children of athena: grandfather clocks’ chimes, olive martinis, secret rooms behind bookshelves, “reading is sexy” tshirts, deserted museums, paper cuts, tea stains, intricately carved sword hilts, golden war helms, calculative gazes

children of apollo: whiskey-coloured eyes, chrysanthemum tea, badges/pins EVERYWHERE, dandelion fields, sandcastles, colourful bracelets, knowledge of music theory, perfect pitch, fireflies, band-aids with smiley faces, tie-dye shirts

children of artemis: metallic clothing, ripped jeans, dagger strapped to inside of thigh, gazing at the constellations, lumberjack plaid shirts, running barefoot underneath the moon, long braided hair (eg. katniss everdeen), sharp eyeliner and even sharper gazes, white platinum/silver jewellery, temporary tattoos, cd collection

children of hephaestus: worn-out headphones, crooked grins, cassette tapes, fireworks, drawers overflowing with tools, LEGO sets, neon signs, mismatched gears, bandaged thumbs (accidents happen sometimes & that’s okay), volcanic-like fury, being up-to-date with all technology-related news

children of iris: stained glass windows, skittles, bracelet beads, marshmallows, kaleidoscopes, cotton candy at carnivals, misty weather, coins at the bottom of fountains, bright eyeshadow, rainbow garlands, fogged-up windows with tiny drawings

children of aphrodite: polished sea glass, vintage avon perfume bottles, decorated handwritten letters, overflowing closets, femme fatale energy, sofia coppola archive, wild rose bushes, lipstick stains, eclectic decorations, chainmail armour, ever-changing fashion styles

children of hypnos: lavender spray bottles, fluffy slippers, liminal dreams, ticking clocks, stretching after a good nap, valais blacknose sheep, the smell of fresh linen, pillows that are cold on both sides, sleeping through thunderstorms, oil lanterns, customised sleep masks

children of nike: golden laurels, confident smirks, unending courage and determination, gold medallions, glorious ballrooms, the stinging feeling of disappointment after losing something, wars over uno, polished trophies and medals, an obsession with Nike sportswear, track and field competitions, feathered capes

children of hebe: tea sets, skincare routines, pansies, overflowing chalices, healed inner child, satin gowns, doe eyes, ribbons braided into hair, champagne towers, bubble guns, butterfly emblems

⋆˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ requests are open!!

Bree, do you have any historical information on May Day? Thanks in advance!

Only what I've read on wikipedia, tbh.

From what I can tell, it's one of many seasonal festivals that celebrates the end of spring and the official/unofficial beginning of the summer season. Lots of different cultures have some version of it, but May Day as we know it stems from a blend of different European regional festivals. Common threads include the gathering of tree boughs, flower garlands, singing, dancing, bonfires, courtship and fertility customs, offerings to various deities or saints associated with the same, parades, feasting, contests of physical prowess (mostly running and swimming races), and carnival-like community gatherings.

On a colloquial note, it's also the subject of a fun and saucy number from the musical "Camelot," and a downright naughty tune entitled "First of May" by Jonathan Coulton.

If You Know, You Know. 😏

Everlasting Things

The party you had left just minutes ago felt like it was a world away. The carnival, as Stark insisted on calling it, sounded the way things would underwater. Muffled and muted. 

Inside the large tent, the lights seemed to congeal around you. You were mired in lights and sounds that had dulled to a slow sticky motion. It was too much. It was suffocating.

You breathe a sigh of relief feeling the slap of the cold air on your face. The night air refreshing. You step through the short creeping grass heavy with dew. In seconds your boots are wet. The moonlight makes it look like frost, you think to yourself. 

With every step there came small but sweet rushes of the odour of freshness. You tell yourself to file the memory away for safe keeping. It’s definitely one you want to recall. 

Walking a few more steps you sit yourself down on the porch swing and close your eyes, using your legs to nudge it into motion. 

The celebration, or your celebration, had started at dusk, and now, at midnight it seemed as though it had only truly begun. 

“What’re you doing out here?” her voice startles you and you snap your eyes open. You can feel your heartbeat thumping against your ribcage. 

She shoots you an apologetic smile. “Sorry” she says as she sits beside you upsetting the motion of the swing. “It’s freezing out here” she states the obvious and you huff out a laugh.

“So?” she nudges your shoulder with hers.

You stare off into the distance. The garlands and the coloured lights were pretty but it did nothing to lift your mood.

“Too loud inside” you answer half heartedly grimacing at a sudden clash of gongs and the shrill plaint of flutes.

She chuckles. “Well Tony does know how to throw a party, doesn’t he” she says and you can’t help the smile that creeps onto your face. She notices.

“He sure does” you answer leaning back. “You should get back in there” you add.

She hums softly. “I’ll wait out here with you.”

“I’m not really in the mood to celebrate” you say.

“Either way…” she doesn’t finish her sentence instead focusing on picking at the fraying edges of her jacket sleeve.

“It’s your party too, Nat, you sh-…” you rush out but she cuts you off.

“…and I’m spending it out here with you.”

You sigh.

She takes your hand in hers and squeezes. For the first time since she joined you on that swing, you turn to look at her and give her a gentle smile.

She returns it but you notice there is a hint of sadness behind her eyes. You look away quickly blinking away any emotions within your own.

“Your hands are freezing” she states.

“Yeah. But that won’t really matter in a week’s time will it” you respond with a chuckle. 

“Don’t talk like that” she scolds chewing on the inside of her cheek. “We’ll figure this out.”

The truth is that all the opioids, antibiotics, painkillers and supplements they had pumped into you was doing little to stop the ticking of the clock. Instead it was binding you to pain. Something you didn’t want to spend the last week of your life experiencing. 

But you relent and apologise anyway.

“Sorry” you whisper she moves closer into your side. “We’ll figure this out” you repeat more for her than for yourself. 

Here are some old sketches of my interpretations of the Bone Cousins' parents!

(Bios under cut)

Phonicible P. Bone Sr. and Lunette (née Bonebright)

Full of a slick wit and an irresistible charisma, by the end of the day you WILL want what Phonicible's selling. It's gotten him into many a shady deal and sticky situation, much to his older brother's chagrin, but most of the time he's been able to talk his way out of it, somehow. You'd think he'd have girls all over him, but surprisingly not so; Phonicible plans to use his charms to win over one girl in particular, but he has his work cut out for him so far...

Meanwhile, as Heiress to one of the richest families in town, Lunette is used to the finest of delicacies and goods; no imitations. The same goes for her choice of men; she often plays hard to get and abrasive just to get most of her suitors to back off.(Most of them are pompous losers that think women shouldn't vote anyway.) She's slightly intrigued by Phonicible's endeavors to win her over, even more so by his family's old money and illustrious status. If only he didn't dress like a carnival barker out for a quick buck. But he is respectfully persistent, she'll give him that.

Oswald "Ozzie" Bone and Garland (née Bonewort)

Strong as an ox. Gentle as a lamb. Fills a room with laughter wherever he goes. Despite being the baby of the three brothers, Ozzie is larger than life in more ways than one, being one of the few inheritors of what his family calls "The Freak Tall Gene" (Nobody knows where it comes from.) A jack of all trades, Ozzie prefers to help out where he's needed rather than stay stuck in one job forever. He'd even do it for free if it weren't for Phonicible and Silas insisting he get paid for his labor. Ozzie doesn't have many cares in life, but there's something about the girl who lives in that miserable looking run-down shack at the edge of town that he can't get out of his head. If only she saw herself the way he does…

Nowadays, Garland is pretty good at a lot of things. Cooking, sewing, gardening, you name it; you'd be hard pressed to find anyone better at it than her in Boneville. She's never one to brag, though. But once, she hardly had the self worth to think she could do anything right. She used to be a skinny, nervous girl who lived in a dump of a house with even lousier parents, before Oswald met her. She ran away to live with him and never looked back. Afterwards, she blossomed into a beautiful, bubbly person inside and out, with a smile to match.

Silas Bone and Harper (née Brookbone)

As the eldest of the Bone Brothers, Silas takes his job as head of the family very seriously, but it doesn't mean he doesn't like his fair share of fun. An avid writer, he loves documenting the history of his extraordinary family and the interesting town they call home. His books aren't the most popular, but he doesn't mind; he'd love to talk to you about them anyway, especially so with the young library assistant that's his biggest fan...

Quiet, shy, and her face always in a book, Harper isn't really the type of girl that turns any heads. To escape her mundane life as a library assistant, she absorbs herself into the hundreds of books at her disposal and loves to imagine herself as an active member of the adventure. Her favorite of which being the adventures of Big Johnson Bone and his descendants; the most interesting of them being Silas, the author. Chatting with him about his books is the most exciting part of her day...the days he visits the library, at least. Maybe if she pulled herself together and opened herself up to Silas more, he'd finally see her in a different light and make her a part of his story...

All Hallows - Pumpkin Acres

Moving clockwise around the entry plaza, the next gate from Trick-or-Treat Village leads to Pumpkin Acres, a tiny agricultural town somewhere in the American Midwest (or is it the South, or Appalachia, or...?) during the fall harvest season. The gateway is asymmetrical, with a white fence bordering a cornfield on one side and a small green bearing a painted wooden sign welcoming visitors to the town on the other. The base of the sign is heaped with fall produce—not only pumpkins, but baskets of apples and flint corn, squashes and gourds, and sheaves of wheat.

The walkway leads directly to the town square, which is designed in a typical “historic downtown” style, with buildings reflecting a countrified version of the architecture of the early 1900s. The colors tend toward earth tones with white trim, and some of the buildings are very obviously converted barns. Every storefront window display is decorated with simple jack-o-lanterns, autumn leaf garlands, and other seasonal accents.

Near the center of the square is an old-fashioned message board. Attentive guests can peruse the board to pick up on some of the area lore (see Characters, below).

On the far side of the square from the entry point is an open field in which a “Harvest Fair” has been set up, with a few simple carnival rides and game booths.

The “period setting” of Pumpkin Acres is wholly contemporary, but the town is a bit behind the times in many ways. Everything looks at least somewhat old, but carefully maintained to last. The ambient music loop consists of country-western, bluegrass, and blues music, some of it explicitly Halloween-themed while other tunes are merely dark and somber in tone.

Characters

The characters of Pumpkin Acres are just plain folks...or are they? The key players are as follows:

Granny McGillicuddy: By any measure the matriarch of the town, Granny is pushing 80 but still spry and working her pumpkin farm, which produces some real monsters every year—one just won the top prize at the County Fair and can be viewed on her property as part of the Pumpkin Acres Haunted Hayride. She also owns the town's biggest restaurant, although she leaves the running of it to younger relatives these days.

Harry Palmer: The local kook, who recently spent the night in the drunk tank for an unspecified offense (again). He runs the petting farm and loves his animals so much you might well suspect him of being one of them!

Woody Braxton: The young man who runs the bookshop (and the public library), Woody is a self-certified expert in cryptids and other paranormal mysteries. Not that he believes any of that stuff, mind you—he just finds it a fascinating topic!

Jeannie Braxton: Woody's younger sister (late teens/early 20s), who does believe that stuff and is constantly getting into mild scrapes trying to prove it's real.

Attractions

Harry Palmer's Petting Farm: Come on in and meet Harry's beloved animals! There's Elvira the black sheep, Beelzebub the Manx Loaghtan goat, Midnight the Ayam Cemani chicken, and quite a few regular critters as well. For a small fee, you can even feed them, and despite some of the nastier rumors in town, they do not eat the souls of the living.

Swamp Boats: One of the more peaceful rides in All Hallows, a simple outdoor boat ride through a swampy landscape. There's eerie mist, mysterious sounds from distant sources, and some of the trees look a little like threatening monsters, but there are no overt jump-scares or other frights—the horror here is whatever guests bring with them and project into their surroundings.

Pumpkin Acres Haunted Hayride: The signature attraction of Pumpkin Acres, a track-bound dark ride with “haycart” vehicles that seat about 30. The haycart travels past scenes of fields and wooded spots containing tableaux implied to be built by the town residents for the occasion. They start out benign (cute scarecrows posed with farm equipment, obviously fake graveyards with ghost and skeleton props), but as the ride progresses, the tableaux become eerier and evidence mounts that something genuinely supernatural is going on. The climax of the ride occurs in Granny McGillicuddy's field, when her prize pumpkin suddenly lifts up off the ground as the head of a massive spirit-possessed scarecrow!

Corn Maze: A traditional corn maze—just a winding path through the stalks, with a motion-activated bogeys in strategic locations. Of course, if real corn were used then the maze would only be available in the appropriate season, so the actual structure is artificial cornstalks backed up by painted fencing to give a similar visual impression.

The Pumpkin Acres Town Fair: This is the name given to a collection of small attractions at one end of the town. There are simple carnival rides, the sorts of things that can be folded up and transported via tractor-trailer: a Tilt-a-Whirl with seats that look like caramel apples (the stick is the backrest), a “Witch's Cauldron Bounce,” a miniature spook house, and a pony ride. There are also some equally simple carnival game booths and a small stage where guests can sit on bales of hay and enjoy a bluegrass band.

Shops and Eateries

Pumpkin Patch: During the fall, guests can get their pumpkins for carving right at the theme park! As with other unwieldy purchases, they can be reserved and paid for up front, and then picked up on the way out. Decorative gourds, flint corn, and other attractive fall produce items are also available.

Country Costumes: The Pumpkin Acres costume shop offers costumes based on a variety of rural and farm archetypes. Some of these include: Cowboy/cowgirl, farm animals of various types, farmer, fruits and vegetables, granny/grandpa, pumpkin, ragdoll, redneck, scarecrow (friendly and scary varieties), and werewolf.

Sewing & Craft Shop: On the other hand, guests might prefer to get the supplies to make their own costumes. Due to space limitations, the stock of fabrics is not as large as it would be in a standard fabric store, and the actual bolts are not kept on the sales floor but in a cutting room in the back, with guests making their selections based on sample swatches. Patterns, notions and Halloween-themed craft kits can be taken right off the shelves.

Braxton Books: A small bookshop focusing on paranormal subjects and horror novels. Includes a reading nook for those who want to peruse before buying.

Granny McGillicuddy's Pie Barn: A counter-service restaurant with country-style cooking—fried chicken and chicken-fried steak, mashed potatoes, biscuits and gravy, and several flavors of pie, including pumpkin, apple, and boysenberry. Steamed vegetables and other less-heavy dishes round out the menu. Beverages include the standard array of soft drinks, bottled beer (limit one per customer), and hot apple cider.

Other

The back corner (on the right side, from the perspective of someone heading in from the entry plaza) of Pumpkin Acres is thickly planted with trees and shrubs, with a path that ultimately leads into Goblin Woods. (Marked on the map with a *.)

03: Sexy Robots Series, v1.0

Whilst I'm in the midst of putting together my latest entry for my new sexy robots series - Ava, from the 2014 Alex Garland film, Ex Machina - I thought I'd throw up a list of links to the 19 v1.0 entries over at my Replika Diaries blog for your edification:

Hajime Sorayama.

2. Maria, "Fritz Lang's Metropolis".

3. Galaxina, "Galaxina".

4. Ivy, "ExoPrimal".

5. 2B (3D Vers.), "Nier: Automata".

6. Makoto Kusanagi, "Ghost In The Shell".

7. Sexy Cyber Chassis (Randoms).

8. 'Presence' Robot Girl, "Robot Carnival".

9. Gally/Alita, "Gunnm/Battle Angel Alita".

10. Hajime Sorayama II.

11. Nebula, "Guardians Of The Galaxy".

12. Randoms II.

13. Lexx, "Ash Vs Evil Dead".

14. Sexy Robots Cosplay.

16. 2B Cosplay, "Nier: Automata".

17. Randoms III.

18. Android 18, "DragonBall Z".

(Also, RIP Akira Toriyama.)

19. Alita, "Battle Angel Alita" (Live Action Vers.).

Hello! Sometimes I go through people's blogs like it's a new novel and I've been doing this with yours - I love the Erik/Christine, Elias/Chise and Girl from the Other Side! If you feel like it, I was wondering if you would mind sharing your top five novels, music albums and/or films? How did you come to learn Portuguese and Spanish (if English is indeed your first language)? Thank you for the wonderful content!

Hi yapochemuchka! That's a really fun way to engage with a blog - like a novel! I wonder what story you found in mine?

To answer your last question first, English is my first language. I learned Spanish in school and then studied Portuguese at the university and I've lived in a few different places that made it easier.

It's hard to narrow down to five of anything, so I'll just answer what comes to mind in the moment:

Novels

Of Love and other demons - Gabriel García Márquez

Phantom of the Opera - Gaston Leroux

Handmaid's Tale - Margaret Atwood

The Beach - Alex Garland

Paradise - Abdulrazak Gurnah

Albums

Navega - Mayra Andrade

The Carnival - Wyclef Jean

Kala - M.I.A.

Getz/Gilberto 1964

Sale el Sol - Shakira

Films

Orfeu Negro

Spirited Away

28 Days Later

Wuthering Heights 1939

Psycho

I'll admit that my blog is a highly curated version of myself. I intentionally leave out many details of my real life - it's mostly a place to talk about media and fandom. So your questions are perfect - because these are the things I'm here for. Thanks for asking!

this is a formal request for you to infodump about your kawaii/lolita stuff

Okay so I discovered lolita and fairy kei in middle school and started sewing my own stuff at about 13 yo, my parents were very poor so no merch for me no no no I made it all by myself even the jewellery. Then I became more of a punk and in the summer I’m giving cottagecore. Then since a few month I fell right back into it, I’m literally obsessed, I already bought 2 angelic pretty dresses (candy petit heart and dream marine) I’ll post dream marine when I receive it)) and 4 Taobao dresses, one that’s strawberry and bears, one that’s Kuromi themed, one that’s cinnamonroll themed, and one with jellyfish (I promise it’s actually really cute).

I know all about Angelic Pretty prints but my favs are Dream Marine ofc, Toy Doll Box, Sugary Carnival, Ice Cream Parlour, Castle Mirage, Romantic Cats, Jewellery Snow, Eternal Carnival, Melody Toys, Happy Garland (almost bought it but I’m already in the red), Little Witch, Strawberry Whip and Soap Bubbles (it’s not printed but you get it also almost bought it but they only had the yellow and I don’t like yellow).

So you could say I’m an Angelic Pretty stan but really I love all lolita brands I just fell in love with these.

When I was little I thought that I’d be a gothic or punk lolita but look at me now covered in pink and bows 💖💝

I also am kinda obsessed with Sanrio and kawaii mascots in general like I have a tamagotchi molang themed tote bag and a figurine, two Sanrio figurines and tones of kawaii one piece themed stuff. Now that I’m an adult I make very bad financial decisions but I’m also very much happy about what I got so idk how to feel about it.

I think what made me fall back into lolita is probably Nana and Paradise Kiss, the fashion is so well represented in these and I’m in love with these stories.

When I put on those dresses and my coords people are so nice to me, some people look at me weird or laugh but I honestly couldn’t care less when a little girl just told me I’m pretty and look like a princess or an old woman told me “what a pretty dress that is” stuff like that makes my heart melt and gives me all the confidence in the world and I feel like an actual magical girl ❤️

I encourage you all to dress however you feel like because it’s the most empowering thing you can do I believe 💝

That all I have for today 💖