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a familiar trio... (thinking emoji)
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extra notes/small design stuff:
ross has some stuff inspired by garcia, amelia by dussel, and ewan by saleth (if u notice where u get a sticker ⭐)
#aka the sacred stones trainee trio but timeskip :o#fe ross#fe amelia#fe ewan#fire emblem sacred stones#fe 8#fire emblem#fe art scuffle#fe artscuffle#my art
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Franklinheads, what is your top pet peeve when it comes to perceptions of the [historical] Franklin Expedition?
Mine is 100% the "most advanced technology of their day" concept of HMS Erebus and Terror. I think the origins of this are in the 1980s, when Owen Beattie's ice mummy exhumations propelled the Franklin Expedition into the spotlight. JUST LIKE THE SPACE SHUTTLE CHALLENGER!—this was the pat comparison of the day. You could definitely draw some parallels if you tried hard enough, but no, I don't think the Space Shuttle Challenger is a very good analogy.
There was pretty much nothing unique or particularly new about the technology in Franklin's ships—not the tinned food, not the desalinator, not the heating system, and definitely not the puny steam engines—and Franklin's men knew this! They were aware that Erebus and Terror were beat-up old warships, one of the ships fought in the War of 1812 before most crew members were born! Fitzjames called them "old tubs," and Le Vesconte jokingly compared them to 17th and 18th century fictional vessels (Red Rover and Water-Witch).
Steam frigates with hundreds of horsepower were built even in the 1830s! But they couldn't carry fuel lasting for years; whereas Franklin's men had ~13 days of coal for their 20-horsepower engines, which at most might get them out of a harbour in unfavourable winds. As a child I read books that made such a big deal about the steam engines, I really thought they would be under steam all the time, crashing through the ice with their Advanced Technology just like the space shuttle.
If anything, the Franklin Expedition is part of a tradition of the British using obsolete ships and technology for polar exploration. Compare Terra Nova with the latest technology of the 1910s: she looks like the relic of an earlier age that she was.
#franklin expedition#polar exploration#hms erebus#hms terror#terra nova#polar#age of steam#this post turned out longer than i thought#but i am Annoyed by people repeating this 'most advanced technology of their day' trope#what makes the FE unique is the death toll not the pipsqueak steam engines#john ross brought steam engines to the arctic too (and they sucked)
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I feel sorry for alot of male axe fighters because they're just so unpopular for some reason??? Like, my man Vaike is still not in heroes and there's next to no Arthur and boucheron fanart. I feel like the only popular axe fighters like ross and Caspar are popular because they're a villager unit and more on the pretty side respectively. Like, Give them more love yall 🥺
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#fandom takes#fe#fire emblem#boucheron fire emblem#vaike fire emblem#arthur fire emblem#ross fire emblem#caspar von bergliez
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“You’re blushing.” “I can’t help it when you look at me like that.”
hello again :>
also if you saw my formatting go to shit. no you didn't.
pairing: marth x f!alear
word count: 554
The wind was nice.
Alear had already put her hair up for the night, but she could imagine the way the breeze would feel twisting between the strands in playful gusts. There was minimal power behind it, just a little bit of movement in the air, as though the Somniel itself were dancing. Sommie certainly was, she thought to herself, glancing down at the little companion as it hopped joyfully between its various feet, keeping time to a rhythm Alear could not understand, nor did she need to.
She didn't hear Marth's approach, but she smiled all the same when he wrapped his arms around her. She turned in his embrace so she could face him, smiling. She found herself enraptured, however; the look his his eyes was so soft.
"You're blushing," Marth commented with a light, teasing smile.
"I can't help it when you look at me like that," Alear said, feeling her blush intensify. Marth tilted his head a little, as though he were a puppy. Alear smiled at the mental comparison.
"Like what?" Marth asked, and Alear giggled, leaning forward to press a kiss to the corner of his lips.
"Like I hung the moon and stars," she replied. Marth just smiled again, that gorgeous, lopsided, soft little thing.
"You may as well have," Marth said, and Alear blushed more. (Her face must have been as red as her hair at this point, and all for him. Oh, how she loved it.)
Alear didn't respond, just leaning forward and resting her head on Marth's chest. He was floating, as the emblems were wont to do, making this easier (she wasn't that short, after all). She smiled as he hugged her closer.
They stood there like that for a moment, Marth occasionally pressing kisses to the top of her head. They rocked to a rhythm all their own, and Alear thought she might have heard Sommie dance away (likely to sit with Seadall as the moon climbed higher in the sky). Here, the chill of the world could not reach her; Marth's embrace kept her warm, safe, and oh so loved.
"I love you," she murmured. She hoped she showed it as much as he did, made him feel just as loved as she did; gods, did she love him. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, and she could feel the way he smiled.
Marth lifted her up a little, something he was only able to do once she had really solidifed herself as an emblem. She gigled a little, and he put her down, still grinning, before just holding her for a moment.
"I like it when you put your hair up like that, you know," he murmured. She blushed again, but smiled.
"You do?" she asked.
"It means you feel safe," Marth replied. "I'm happiest when I know you feel safe. When I know nothing can hurt you." He accentuated his words by pressing a kiss to her temple. Her heart did flips in her chest.
"I love you so much," she whispered, and she felt his heart stutter just a little before the wind had whisked her words away.
They stayed there, wrapped up in each other's embrace. Here, nothing could hurt them; nothing could even put a chill across their skin. Here, they were really, truly, safe.
#asks#requests#ross!#marth x alear#marlear#marth x f!alear#marth#marth fe#marth fire emblem#marth fe engage#alear#alear fe#alear fire emblem#f!alear#onyxed drabbles
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Song of the day: “Season of the Witch” by Donovan. Dark Winds used it. :D
I’m going to try to post personal updates more on Sundays lol. On Hailey Fe now. I miss Junel Fe, except Hailey comes with iron instead of sugar pills. Hailey is keeping my skin clearer than Lo Loestrin Fe did.
Speaking of PCOS, Delicate Condition is the first book I’ve read where a character has that. :D She doesn’t show up until the ending, though. There are some characters I headcanon as having polycystic ovaries. They’re just that: headcanons.
After hearing how Angelica Ross was treated on-set, I’m even more pissed by American Horror Story: Delicate’s casting. Despite the novel’s anti-misogyny, -racism, and -ageism messages… Well, those first two could have used some more work. Editing wasn’t great. Anna came off as an out of touch rich woman more than once. (Like this season’s cast.)
I felt horrible for her publicist, who was fired due to misunderstandings. It’s understandable why Anna thought she was being stalked. It’s the whole point of the book. But poor Emily never gets an explanation, much less an apology. Siobhan also claims resurrecting the dead is unnatural. Being part of an immortal coven capable of body hopping/genetic memory à la Dune isn’t??
Long story short, there are already reviews that remind me of The VVitch. Protagonist joins a coven that hurt her. Some fans claim female empowerment. Siobhan’s coven isn’t malevolent. But Anna was left ignorant that magic was being performed on her, which was the cause of her pain and hallucinations.
Danielle Vega did a great job at exploring ageism with number1crush’s attitude toward Anna. That has to be said. Fan (or anti-fan) entitlement is a pet peeve.
I haven’t read Rosemary’s Baby in a while and haven’t seen the movie, but the doctor’s name was also Hill. Dr. Carla Hill makes me think of Carl Hill from Re-Animator.
Right now I’m reading the Joe Leaphorn series after watching Dark Winds. Also, the Rev. Clare Fergusson Mysteries and almost done with Dr. Ruth Galloway. Mysteries are more my cup of tea book-wise.
#Tawney talks#PCOS#polycystic ovary syndrome#Hailey Fe#Junel Fe#Lo Loestrin Fe#Delicate Condition#Angelica Ross#American Horror Story#AHS#American Horror Story: Delicate#Delicate Condition spoilers#Delicate#Dune#The VVitch#The Witch#The Witch 2015#Danielle Vega#Rosemary’s Baby#Rosemary’s Baby 1968#The Witch: A New-England Folktale#Joe Leaphorn#Dark Winds#Clare Fergusson#Ruth Galloway#Donovan
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Diane Ernestine Earle Ross is an American entertainer and actress. She rose to fame as the lead singer of the vocal group the Supremes, who became Motown's most successful act during the 1960s and one of the world's best-selling girl groups of all time.
#diana ross#back catalog#actress#entertainerz fe#face#figure#iconic#impression#music#painting#portrait#DIANA#the supremes#tranditional art#online shopping
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Medicine // Ross Macdonald x Reader
a/n: I’m on my period, I’m in pain and I NEED ROSS
summary: You’re in so much pain and you’re the luckiest girl because Ross takes care of you
warnings: PURE FLUFF and a lot of period pain
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04:18. You groan quietly as you look at the clock. You just want one night of rest. But your period pain is making sure you won’t get that.
Ross is holding you close, spooning you with his arms draped around your body. His right hand is resting on your lower stomach, having the same function as a heating pad.
Last night you had difficulties falling asleep and Ross knew and he also knew that his warmth had helped you in the past. Unfortunately as every medicine and tools to make you feel better, it stops eventually. So Ross’ touch lasted from 10pm until now. Now you’re just in pain and you can’t lay still anymore.
You slowly swoop out of Ross arms and move to the end of the bed. The windows are closed, but the curtains are open. Since the weather is shit again, not much light goes through anyway.
No matter what weather though, Ross always sleeps without a shirt. His body full on display you stand there and admire him until the pain knocks you out of your dreamy state.
You move to the bathroom, brush your teeth, change into different cozy clothes and then make your way to the kitchen. You’re in discomfort and you hope a decent amount of water will change that.
It’s not uncommon that you can’t stand for a long time, sit or lay down because everything hurts in every position. So you squat down and let your head fall between your hands. You get drowsy again and you think that you might fall asleep in this position until you feel a hand on your back. “Sweetheart, what are you doing?”
You keep your position, but you lift your head to look at the sleepy man in front of you. You shrug, “I couldn’t sleep anymore and everything hurts.” Ross rubs his eyes and takes the glass of water from your hands until he takes your hands and makes you stand up.
“And instead of waking me, you spend time on the kitchen floor?” He asks ironically and nudges your nose with his. “Shouldn’t be doing that, ‘s daft.” His eyes are genuine and you know he wouldn’t mind if you wake him up, but still, you know he needs his sleep as well.
You give him a smile which is replaced by a hiss when you feel like your body is going to explode. Ross rubs your lower back, knowing pain is spreading in that area as well. “Take advil yet?”
You rest your head on his shoulder and shake your head against it. Ross feels the movement and he really wants you to take it but he gives you a moment and preps your cheek with kisses.
“C’mon love, bed or couch?” His hands find your waist and he moves you back so you’re forced to look into his eyes, and forced to give him an answer.
“Couch,” you mumble and he nods. Everything in your face signalizes that your in pain and the heaviness of your eyes make it very clear that you’re tired. Through all the heaviness your hands find Ross’ beard as you pull him close and give him a soft kiss.
“Why don’t you make yourself comfortable, I’ll prep everything for you. You want a hot-water bottle or another heat patch?” You tell him a hot-water bottle would be great and he gives you another quick kiss, then filling up the kettle with water.
You make your way into the living room, spread out the blankets and pillows, then covering yourself under them. “Don’t fall asleep just yet alright? Here.” Instead of handing you the advil, he’s telling you to ‘open up’. He’s taking care of you by not even letting you hold your own glass of water and it makes your heart flutter.
“Thank you Ross,” His perfect brown eyes are staring down at you with nothing but affection as a crooked smile fills his face. Even when it’s almost 5 am he loves to take care of you and you love him even more for that.
“Course, hate those bloody cramps as much as you do,” his hand travels from your cheek to your forehead, feeling your temperature. He doesn’t say anything, which means you’re not burning up.
The tea kettle starts to ring and Ross excuses himself, “hold on darlin, keep those eyes open ‘right,” he chuckles as he goes to finish up the hot-water bottle.
Meanwhile you cuss under your breath, hoping that the pain meds will eventually start to have an effect. You curl your legs up and try to find a comfortable position but it’s hard and you feel like you can’t breathe. You sit up and lean against the couch, tears already forming, because of the tiredness.
Ross comes into the living room and settles down next to you. He put the bottle on to the table at first, then he puts his arms under your knees to lift you onto his lap, sideways, so you can rest your head in the crook of his neck. This way he can rub your back and you can have the bottle on your stomach.
“What do you need love?” He asks as he wipes your tears with his thumb, “you tell me anything and I’ll give it to you.”
“It just hurts so bad Ross,” you murmured softy, his hands still cradling your face.
“I know,” he breathes out your name as a kind gesture, “ it’s shit.” He says, which makes you chuckle a bit against him. His british accent makes swearing funnier then it is.
He continues to hold you as wave after wave of your period pain came and went. You let your head fall against him again, closing your eyes as you focus on his breathing. “You’re doing amazing love,” he fills the silence with praises as he preps kisses to your forehead every once in a while.
It’s not long until the advil is finally working, the heat is radiating on your stomach and Ross massaging your back muscles, which help you fall into a slumber again. When Ross is sure you’re asleep, he lays you down on your back, then he cleans up for a bit before settling next to you again. One hand is holding the heating bottle to your stomach, while the other is brushing hair off of your face.
He gives you a couple of kisses until he falls asleep again as well.
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It’s 9 when you wake up again, Ross still asleep next to you. Your pain level is better, bearable this time. You put the bottle on the table before you roll onto your side, facing Ross.
You kiss his right cheek, then the left, his forehead, his nose and then his lips. His lips forming a smile after suppressing a yawn. “Feelin’ any better?” He asks and you nod even though you’re sure he can’t see you because his eyes are still closed.
“Much. Thank you Ross, really,” you love on him, “I’m sure I would be dead without you.” He laughs and pulls you closer by letting your back find his arm.
“Anything for you, glad you’re better.” He trails kisses down your neck until his lips finally finds yours. “I love you.”
You melt right then and there, “I love you.”
It takes some time until you finally get up and get ready just to spend your day cuddled up on the couch, watching movies.
#the 1975#ross macdonald#matty healy#george daniel#adam hann#ross macdonald fluff#the 1975 fic#ross macdonald imagine#ross macdonald x reader#ross macdonald x you#ross macdonald one shot
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Moments I loved in Newsies London
UKsies is a fansie's dream, every member of the cast is so in character even after the show ends and it leads to brilliant moments and interactions such as these:
*spoilers under the cut*
During 'Santa Fe (prologue)' there is fully a newsie undressing on the side of the stage, if you're sitting in the Bronx you'll get a lovely view
Zipline
Specs breaks up a fight between Race and Albert before 'Carrying the Banner' even starts
Crutchie has his own slingshot and shoots various members of the cast with varying degrees of accuracy
*steals apples from fruit cart, celebrates, gives one to a newsie sat alone*
Splasher jumps a skipping rope, he then proceeds to do a back flip in said skipping rope. You'll be hearing more about Splasher (Ross Dorrington) he is Something Else
Race actually smokes his cigar and blows the smoke in Morris' face
Splasher gets yeeted, cheerleader style
Oscar deliberately takes the paper from Davey's stack
Les makes sure to show his sad face to each side of the audience
Newsie fully asleep on the stairs on the side of the stage during 'The Bottom Line'
'Football? VIOLENT'
Davey tries to sell his last paper to the audience 'paper for you? Nope? Okay then :(
Les blows a bowery beauty a kiss and she gives him a feather, adorable
Couple of newsies watch Medda's show ('she's talking to me!' 'Nah, she's talking to me')
One of the newsies (?Race) nods his head along to all the knocks in 'Don't Come a-Knocking'
Bowery beauty kick line punctuated with 'woo!'s
Flirting 101 with Jack: 'the new york sun? I work for the world :D' *swings his legs and shows off his newsie bag proudly*
There is so much hugging in this show, this cast is so affectionate, its adorable
'AiNt wE tHe HoI PoLlOi'
'We got a ton of rotten fruit and perfect aim' *slingshots newspapers everywhere*
References to bway seize the day choreo in world will know
'Who wants Brooklyn?' (?race or tommy boy, couldn't see) *puts cap over face and plays dead*
Jack stays to talk to Katherine instead of going with the boys, Crutchie tries to get his attention - 'Jack come on! Oh for God's sake' and walks off. From where I was sat it sounded like ffs
The newsie wheeling Katherine's chair on stage for 'Watch What Happens' rides on it and goes 'woo!', she thanks them
side note: Matthew Duckett's Crutchie uses his crutch on the (technically) correct side, i.e. opposite side to injury, random but we love to see some medical accuracy in our shows lol
Crutchie initiates fighting the scabs and looks disappointed when he's stopped
Splasher doing no less than 10 box jumps in a row, possibly more
Splasher gets yeeted pt2
Les ascending
Crutchie using his crutch as a jousting pole
'They're slaughtering us!' *Splasher gets yeeted pt3*
Act 2
Cup clinkage
Driving the tables like cars around in kony - 'Zyoom!!!"
Ascension
Katherine's fork crown, apple orb and paper scepter
Crutchie breaking the forth wall and grinning conspiratorially at the audience in 'Letter from the Refuge'
Specs coming to get the letter from Crutchie and a refuge newsie helping him offstage
Jack putting les on his shoulders in 'Watch What Happens (reprise)'
Jack dusting himself off a seat in Pulitzer's office
The general reaction to Brooklyn
Jack hurriedly taking down his drawings when Katherine's there and hesitating before taking down a pic of (who I assume to be) Crutchie
'These kids put out a pretty good papeeerrrr' *runs away from pulitzer*
Roosevelt handshake fangirling
Spot intimidating Pulitzer
Crutchie wearing a police hat when he comes back in ('aint been the same without ya man!')
Crutchie holding his character and wincing to himself after getting his papers in the finale
'You already work for my father' - cue Crutchie breaking the 4th wall again to look directly at me and call Jack a numbnuts
Race greeting Wiesel with 'hey beautiful'
Spot to other newsies 'im not scary!' *hugs*
*standing ovation*
#newsies#newsies the musical#jack kelly#david jacobs#les jacobs#uksies#britsies#newsies london#newsies uk#crutchie newsies#crutchie morris#racetrack higgins#race newsies#spot conlon#splasher#michael ahomka lindsay#matthew duckett#bronté barbé#josh barnett#ross dorrington#ryan kopel
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I just want to write out all the little details I noticed about newsies because they played a big part in what made the show amazing. I tried not to mention stuff I’ve seen in other posts and focus on more specific moments and interactions I liked but also I liked it all so there are a lot. Enter at your own risk I suppose? also this is a conglomerate of the three shows I saw (I sat in Manhattan, Flushing, and Brooklyn)
Act One!
These boys genuinely appear OUT OF NOWHERE?? I was sitting in Manhattan watching Race and suddenly SPECS IS RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME SINGING IN MY FACE
HENRY SWINGING IN?? people have called it a zipline but it’s more like he’s doing a Tarzan swing in
throughout the entire show there are boys sleeping every where between numbers
Santa Fe (Prologue)
Jack has drawings pinned up all over the penthouse!! a few of them were close ups of faces or full body portraits (I couldn’t see them all)
Crutchies “No I wanna go down” line is so much sassier (let’s be honest Matthew Duckett’s Crutchie is 10x more chaotic than any I’ve ever seen) instead of rushing through it it’s more like “No. I want to go down” *points at ladder to emphasize*
“Hop a palomino you’re ridin’ in style!” :DD
Crutchie whistles to wake up the newsies and it was so loud
Things I noticed in Carrying the Banner (and there is a lot)
when it’s first starting and a few of the boys are still up in Brooklyn Jojo dropped his hat so Mike picked it up and put it on top of his hat then shared a laugh with me and saluted before Jojo ran by and stole his hat back
“ Hey look! It’s bath time at the zoo!” *cue Henry really aggressively scratching his crotch then cleaning his face with same towel*
“Who asked you!?” Someone slingshots a newspaper at Albert and it’s supposed to hit him but one night it flew into the audience so Albert turned around and said something like “I’m so sorry about him”
“Any banker bum or barber!” I couldn’t tell who but one newsies goes behind Specs and accidentally chokes him with a towel (pretending to be a barber)
When they’re all just being boys!!! Henry and a few other newsies play cards, Tommy Boy plays soccer with a wad of newspapers as a ball and Jojo, Splasher and one other newsie play jump rope (Splasher does a backflip while doing so, Ross Dorrington supremacy)
At one point Tommy Boy sits on the front of the stage and lights a match just to watch it burn? he was very entranced by the fire I will say
“waitin’ makes me antsy” line is actually directed at the nuns which I never realized until watching this
“Though you wander lost and afraid” idk if Jamie D-C’s newsie has a name but he nods and says “I am always wandering” while Tommy Boy very proudly shows his cross to the nuns
“All I can catch is fleas” then proceeds to pick one off say “Ooo!! A juicy one!” and throw it at another newsie
While Crutchie is handing out papers he is an absolute menace “PAPER PAPER WHO WANTS ONE?!!!!” then proceeds to throw it on people in Brooklyn who aren’t even looking at him (they were very confused, by the time they looked back to see where it had come from he was gone) He threw his paper at everyone and then saw me (in Crutchie cosplay) and very politely handed it to me “here you go! :)” LMAO
While Jack’s running from the Delancey’s Crutchie yells “Run Jackie!!”
wheeee slide
DAVEY!!!
Ryan Kopel his embodiment of Davey is *chefs kiss* very fidgety: tapping thumbs together, wringing hands, rubbing fingers together, wiping hands on pants/balling the fabric of his pants up in his hands. His hands are always either tensed or moving no matter where they are. has a habit of putting his hands behind his back (and looking collected) but that boy is still fidgeting
Crutchie death stares Davey which makes him look back (to make sure Crutchie isn’t looking at someone else) and then awkwardly shuffle around him (keeping eye contact at all times) as he and Les try to get into line
Morris takes Davey’s 20th pape and hides it behind his back before handing it back to Oscar
Race blows smoke into Davey’s face and I wish I had a video of Davey’s reaction cause oh my god
As everyone is trying to convince Davey to sell with Jack Davey is hugging his newspapers to his chest like his life depends on keeping them safe
the way Davey says “that’s dizz-guhsting”
After Specs and Splasher get their papes they run off stage to the stairs between Woodside and Flushing “Hiya Splasher! anything good?” “Hey Specs!” then they read the paper together and it’s very sweet
Bottom Line
Pulitzer is scary I will build on this for act two but that man can yell
also his office is held up by newspapers and I really loved that detail (also newsies push it onto the stage very ✨symbolic ✨)
“Football. VIOLENT?!”
Bottom Line has never been one of my top songs (and still isn’t) but I really liked it in this production Cameron Blakely has an amazing voice (they all do) and I just really loved the way this song sounded
Also Bobbie’s Hannah is very much anti-Pulitzer and it makes the character very funny. like she realizes he’s a man with power and is intimidated by him but she definitely sides with the newsies more it’s very funny
Davey tries selling papes to the audience “buy a paper? anyone want a paper? oh- no not for you.” sir you can’t be picky with your customers
“Buy a pape from a poor orphan boy?” Davey rushes forward saying “Oh, no! he’s not a-” and Jack runs up and turns Davey around and walks him away from Les
Les and Davey interactions overall are so pure and sweet. Davey constantly has his himself wrapped around Les from behind, hugging him or holding onto his shoulders. He also looks absolutely astounded by Les, 200% of the time it’s just Davey watching Les like :O
“Come home with us? Uh- I mean- for dinner!” Davey. Why else would Jack have gone home with you 🤔🤔🤔🤔
Medda’s theater
When Davey notice’s Les looking at the Bowery beauties he’s so embarrassed good lord. He’s so jumpy and he gives the beauties a very quick apologetic look (very hesitant to look at them) and says “thatstheircostume!!” turning Les around away from them.
The beauties put a feather in Les’ hat.
Specs is helping set up the theater and completely drops the backdrop on Medda’s theater worker
“Take it easy it’s a bunch of trees” Davey jumps in very quickly and eagerly “NO you’re really!!... I mean- uh... you’re really good” Ryan Kopel was successful in making Davey the gayest boy on this planet
While Les and Davey watch the show Ryan did not even try to sit like a straight person. First show he was sitting side-saddle with his hands laying on top of one another on his thigh like a freaking disney princess, second show he was crisscross with his hands clasped together, last show he was on his knees with his palms together like praying hands in between his knees
boys at the front of the stage fight over which one Medda’s referring to (”she was talking to me!!” “no she was talking to me!!”) Tommy Boy then turns around and high fives another newsie
I never planned on you Jack literally crawls over Katherine’s lap, basically sitting on her for a brief moment to get to the other side of the box
Strike
“they got a mother? I was gonna get me one of those” the way Race says it is much more resentful rather than playful and he actually glares at Davey
during the formation of the strike Davey tries to hold back Les from joining the other boys when Les runs of Davey tries to grab him but obviously doesn’t succeed and instead he takes a few steps back, turning away from the strike and is very tense/fidgety as he hears them talk about what to do
when Jack asks Davey who tells Pulitzer there’s a really long pause and he clearly doesn’t want to give in to the strike “I- I guess... you do... Mr. President” almost annoyed that he’s letting himself give in
“Who wants Brooklyn?” Crutchie hides in his hat and holds his cross up towards Jack to ward him off
when Katherine enters and her and Jack have their little back-and-forth all the newsies are jeering and oohing and awing but Davey doesn’t have reactions like that he’s really carefully watching Katherine like he’s trying to figure her out (or maybe he’s just jealous about Jack ._.)
“me thinks the lady needs to be handled by a” snaps suspenders “real man”
When Davey says “I’d say we save any exclusive for a real reporter” it’s actually off to the side with Jack and he’s clearly trying to make it so that Katherine can’t hear (he looks at Katherine then back to Jack and kind of whispers ‘real reporter’)
End of Act One
unfortunately Crutchie does not say fuck he says folks
Newsies zoom in on Katherine’s swivel chair and she thanks them :)
while Jack is tryng to persuade the scabs one of the is fully crying with tears running down his cheeks and you can’t tell because he’s staring at the ground hiding under his hat until the last second he looks up to the sky and then decides to throw his paper down(I couldn’t tell who it was but it wasn’t Splasher and it wasn’t Tommy Boy so if anyone knows who the third scab is, it was them... It might’ve been Buttons??)
Crutchie also starts tearing up a this point and pulls out his rosary to say a prayer
I haven’t really seen anyone talk about this but there’s a part in Seize the Day (I think.... it might’ve been in the world will know I forget) where all the newsies run up and form a triangle and yell out their names. It starts with Jack and Davey, Jack is very sure of himself and yells out his name at center stage then Davey looks around, runs up to join Jack, looks at Jack to see what to do then takes off his hat, does a little straightening tie motion and sheepishly says “Davey”
Les ascends
Matthew Duckett really loves ripping your heart out. Coughing as he’s dragged off. He calls out to Finch and another newsie to help but when he realizes it’s futile and hears Jack call his name he yells for Jack to run instead of save him
SANTA FE GOOD LORD the windows behind Jack light up yellow to make the moon of Santa Fe and it has an amazing effect especially if you’re in the middle aisle of the theater.
Act Two!!
before act two even began when I was in Flushing I could hear them tapping backstage and it made me very happy
King Of New York
The energy of KoNY is so insane that every single time I saw it by then end I was grinning and giggling so much so that I completely forgot letter to the refuge until Crutchie is sat on stage and I went from :D to o_o in a split second
“In the pape and you ain’t even dead!”
I’m sure everyone knows by now that they swing on the lamps and pretend the tables are cars but I don’t know if you’ve been told how terrifying it is to be front row during KoNY because one wrong move and you will get a tap foot in the face. Where I was sat for two performances I had Damon and Matt swinging over me and it is exhilarating but all I could think is if I stand up rn I would get knocked out.
Race goes over to Davey and turns his hat sideways
when everyone’s clearing the chairs and tables at the end Race yelled “‘Ey Specs!” and pointed to a chair and Specs replied “The numbers over I can do what I want!” and I just thought that fourth wall break was funny
Letter From the Refuge
“Cause so far they ain’t brung us no food” there was particularly loud laughter from Woodside so Crutchie turned towards them and said “heh, thanks,” then wrote down “ha. ha.”
Mike sleeping with his head in Jojo’s lap
Specs comes to take the letter from Crutchie and then Mike helps Crutchie off stage (he falls on his way off and has a coughing fit why does Matthew insist on destroying me)
Watch What happens (Reprise)
Davey is so bouncy and so much looser and just like you can really tell he has been fully accepted into the newsies inner circle it’s so cute I love it so much oh my god
“there’s no escaping us pal! we. are.” punches air “inevitable!”
when Davey tells everyone that Jack’s painting is of Santa Fe Jack looks like he doesn’t want Davey to tell anyone which I think is really interesting. Like Jack has almost reserved this dream of Santa Fe to those closest and he doesn’t want anyone else getting too close?? idk it was just a really interesting look
Bottom Line (Reprise)
Pulitzer’s “Sit” isn’t directed towards Katherine and instead is directed towards Snyder, Katherine actually runs off behind the scaffolding and watches the scene unfold while she’s hidden away
JACK IS SO COCKY I LOVE HIM
*sing songy* “He’s asked to see you” with funky lil’ finger pointing
Jack dusting off Pulitzers steps to sit down
“And if they know me. THEY KNOW I DON’T CARE!!!! MARK MY WORDS BOY” like I said,,,,, Pulitzer is very scary.
Brooklyn’s Here/Strike Rally
BROOKLYN GIRLSIESSS!!!!
I love them so much
when Davey goes up to speak after everyone’s chanting for Jack he gulps and looks around and says “ohmygod” quietly to himself and lets out a little nervous laugh as he realizes how many boys are staring at him
As Jack tries to persuade the newsies to disband the union Davey tries to stop him multiple times “Jack please- Jack. Stop-” and while everyone gets mad at Jack, Davey is almost trying to defend him and talk him out of it. that is until Jack pushes Les to the floor and Davey grabs him, turning Jack around by the shoulder “What are you doing Jack??” and points at Les on the ground before helping him up and running off away from Jack
Mack holds Spot back from probably killing Jack
The rest of the show because I don’t have enough notes to separate by song at this point
Jack and Katherine’s hug during something to believe in enough to make me start shipping Jatherine
During once and for all Katherine and Jack hold hands and Jack puts a hand on Davey’s shoulder while they sing the first little part and at one point Jack grabs Davey’s arm and pulls him in but on the last performance Michael missed Ryan’s arm completely and instead succeeded in pulling him in by the waist (the Javey shipper in me was screaming)
when they’re throwing the banners to each other Romeo fumbled and almost dropped a stack and when I tell you I nearly had a heart attack watching him try to keep it going
“These kids put out a pretty good paper!” Hannah goes over to Pulitzer and see’s he’s not impressed so quickly changes route to hide by Bunsen
“Guys like Joe don’t talk to nobodies like us” they’re sitting on the desk together very close to each other jack has an arm around Davey and Davey tilts his head and gives Pulitzer the sweetest smile
When jack shakes hands with Roosevelt Davey’s eyes go wide and he puffs up his cheeks, restraining himself from rushing over but when Jack turns around he runs up and Jack has to push him back a little as they both try to act normal
“Oh please your highness!” small group of newsies at the front of the stage giggle to each other
“What’s Santa Fe got that New York Ain’t? Sandstorms?”
a small interaction I loved was at the end while Katherine and Jack are talking about Jack’s next plans: Crutchie, Davey and Les are all reading a newspaper together and they all look so confused, pointing at a certain article and talking amongst themselves trying to figure out what it means. Crutchie’s holding the paper too high so Les stands on his tip toes to see it which prompts Crutchie to tilt it down for him
Katherine gets a newsies cap!
#there's probably a lot more I'll remember later but this will do#newsies uk#uksies#newsies#newsies musical#jack kelly#david jacobs#katherine plumber#crutchie morris#racetrack higgins#britsies#les davids#spot conlon#ryan kopel#matthew duckett#michael ahomka lindsay
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Chapter 36
Two of Us
Written by Paul McCartney
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A big shout out to Nicky Matthews for helping me with all of my real estate questions! It was a huge help. When I decide to move to England, I’ll know who to hook up with! Also, another big shout out to Karen Bockius for her support and help as my beta. She wasn’t able to help me with this chapter, so if it’s worse than usual it’s because it doesn’t have her magical touch on it. Thank you also to everyone who keeps reading!
It was deemed that Saturday morning would be a lazy morning for Demelza and Ross and just take the day off from life and hibernate after a very busy and emotional week. After weeks of rehearing, and working with a private instructor, Demelza had won the audition. Things were getting busier at work for Ross, not to mention the issue with Jenny that had yet to be sorted. Even Seamus was dead to the world this morning. Demelza stirred first, feeling mother nature calling, but she was trying to push it out of her mind and go back to sleep. Ross was still curled around the back of her, his around her waist, one leg over her, and his face snuggled as close to her neck as possible. Just one more hour! she thought to herself. But it was hard with Ross breathing in her neck.
She was just falling back to sleep when she heard Seamus starting to whine and growl needing to go outside. Finally Ross began to stir. Demelza managed to turn to face Ross, “Ross. Ross, love. You need to get up and let Seamus outside.” He didn’t stir at all. This called for more than just a sweet voice. Demelza shook his arm, “Ross! Wake up!”
“Hmmm what’s wrong? It’s Saturday, we’re supposed to sleep in,” Ross replied.
“We have slept in, and now Seamus needs outside, and it’s your turn to let him out,” Demelza started pushing on him to get him out of bed.
“Mmmnnnooo not yet. Ten more minutes,” Ross whined.
Seamus wasn’t having any of it and jumped on top of Ross and started licking his face! “Nnnnooooo Seamus ssstop! Get down.”
Demelza started laughing at the scene and started egging Seamus on, “Get daddy Seamus!, go on get him!”
Ross finally gave it up, “Alright, alright, but I’m going pee first Seamus! Wanker!”
“What do you want for breakie?” Demelza asked.
“I don’t care. We could go out for all I care,” Ross answered back.
Demelza looked at her phone, “Well, it’s 10:30, I suppose we could catch brunch somewhere. We haven’t done that for a while. I just wasn’t sure if you just wanted to stay in and not go out at all today?”
“No, not necessarily. I don’t think it’s supposed to rain, so it might be nice to get out and about. It’s up to you, if you want to stay in I can just eat cereal. Ohhhhhh I better get him outside.”
“You’re whining sweetheart!” Demelza yelled after Ross.
And in a whining voice, Ross answered back, “You’re whiiiiininnnng!”
She laughed at his response back to her. She started to check out local brunches on her phone and found a couple of good prospects that sounded better than cereal, so she got up and got in the shower. By the time Ross came back up the stairs, Demelza was getting out of the shower. “Is that my clue that we’re going out for brunch?”
“You assume correctly. There’s a place a couple blocks from here that serves Saturday brunch until 2:00, so we have plenty of time to walk there if you’d like,” replied Demelza.
Ross was admiring her miles of soft white skin and couldn’t resist wrapping his arms around her waist. “So then we have plenty of time before brunch,” he was laying soft butterfly kisses on the back of her neck, smelling her scent as he made his way down her shoulder. Demelza turned in Ross’s arms to face him. “Aren’t you hungry Ross?”
“Oh indeed I am,” he kissed Demelza on the lips, “I’m also hungry for brunch, but I would rather have you for breakfast first, my love,” Ross continued his kisses down Demelza’s neck.
Demelza was enjoying the attention until she remembered, “Oh Ross, we can’t…”
“Hmmm why not? I fed Seamus…”
Demelza pulled away from Ross, “Ross, I can’t, it’s my time of the month. I’m so sorry.”
Ross sighed and dropped his head, “Rats, foiled again! No worries, love. I’ll just go get my shower so we can head out.” Ross was trying his best not to moan about the circumstances. Demelza gave him a sad face as he turned and walked away.
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Winter was still hanging on, so the couple decided to drive to brunch. The server brought a pot of tea for Demelza and a French press coffee for Ross.
“What are you hungry for, Demelza?” Ross asked.
“I don’t know, I can’t decide between some French toast or a full English. What about you?”
Ross smiled to himself. Demelza wasn’t a very decisive person when it came to ordering at a restaurant. She can never make up her mind and usually is the last to order to see what everyone else orders, and then sometimes she still can’t make up her mind so she usually just ends up ordering whatever someone else orders.
Ross looked at her, “Do you think that you can eat a full English?”
Demelza was biting her thumbnail, “I am pretty hungry. Ohhh but I do want a bite or two of French toast.” Demelza raised a brow at Ross and had a big grin on her face.
Ross just shook his head at his fiance. “Alright then, I guess I’m getting the French toast! But I’m not handing over my bacon!” Demelza giggled at him.
After the waitress took their order, Ross held Demelza’s hand. “So I was thinking that maybe this weekend, we could have a look at some houses. What do you think?”
Demelza’s expression changed abruptly, “Now? Today?”
“Yes, today. Is there a problem?” Ross asked.
“Well, I guess not. Don’t you have to plan that sort of thing?”
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Ross shook his head, “Not necessarily. On the weekends sometimes there are open houses to visit. And I’ve been looking at real estate ads online. We could call a realtor and ask to see a couple places. I’ve been giving it a lot of thought lately, and I think to get the home that we would like, we might have to go outside of London a bit to get a decent price.”
“Bloody hell, you’ve really been thinking about this. How do you even know what kind of home we might want. We haven’t really talked about it that much,” Demelza was just a tad worried now.
“Well no, I haven’t wanted to bring it up with the audition and everything going on.” The waitress had brought over their tea and coffee. Ross had poured his coffee and was stirring cream into it, “But soon it will be spring and that’s always seems to be a good time to buy a home. I was thinking that we will need at least 3 bedrooms, an office for me, a music room for you, a dining room, a full kitchen and two and a half bathrooms,” Ross was sounding like an advertisement for a realtor. “Am I wrong?”
Demelza shrugged, “Well, I guess not. But that sounds like an awfully big house to take care of and pay for. Are you sure you’re not biting off more than we can chew? Or jumping the gun? It just seems like you’re moving awfully fast. I…”
Ross put his hand on Demelza’s arm, “Baby, I know it might seem fast to you, and maybe it is, but if we don’t start looking we will never find a place. We’re not making any offers or putting down a down payment, we’re just looking. I just feel like if we don’t start looking, we won’t get a good idea of what we like.”
The waitress brought their food over. Demelza’s eyes got as big as tennis balls when she saw all of the food on her plate. “Judas! I forgot how much food comes with a full English!”
Ross smiled at his fiance, “I had a feeling you might say that. So, do you want to switch plates?”
“No way! I’m starved! I might give you a couple of bites in exchange for a couple bites from your French toast, but I’m tuckin in mate!” Demelza wasn’t about to give in to Ross on her breakfast!
Ross put his hands up in submission, “Alright, enjoy your food.”
They enjoyed their meals with the occasional “mmm’s” and “this is so good”. Ross could tell that among the bites of food that Demelza was thinking of something. “Sooo whatcha thinkin about?”
Demelza took a drink of her tea and took a beat, and looked Ross in the eye, “I’ll agree to look at some houses if you agree that we don’t sign any papers, or put a down payment on anything this weekend. We just look to see what we like.”
Ross smiled, “Agreed.”
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Ross and Demelza were now sitting across a standard office table with pamphlets scattered about it, waiting for the real estate agent that was assigned to them. Demelza was trying not to wring her hands together but she wasn’t doing a very good job of concealing it, so Ross put a hand on hers to try to calm her down. Just a few moments later a dark haired gentleman who appeared to be a little older than Ross entered the room. He bent over to shake hands with Ross and Demelza, “Hello there, sorry about the wait. My name is Scott Weston, I’m one of the senior agents here at Carlyle. It’s nice to meet you.”
Ross spoke up, “Hi yes, my name is Ross Poldark, and this is my fiance Demelza Carne.” Demelza nodded hello to the agent.
“Ah engaged, congratulations. I understand that you’re interested in looking at some homes. Do you have an idea in mind of what you might be looking for?”
“Well, we’ve discussed it a little bit, and we would like at least three bedrooms, two and a half baths, full kitchen, an office and a music room, along with a back garden for Seamus,” Ross answered.
Scott was nodding his head in agreement and taking notes and smiled, “I take it Seamus is a dog?”
Ross smiled, “Ah yes, my Irish Setter. A large area for running around would be good for him.”
“Of course. And you mentioned a music room. Are there specific requirements for this?” Scott asked.
Ross looked at Demelza to speak up, “I’m a cellist for the BBC Orchestra, so it would be nice if I had my own space to practise, and also to eventually put a piano in as well.”
Scott raised his eyebrows, “Oh goodness, that’s very impressive. What a marvelous career.”
Ross was sure he saw the wheels in the agent’s mind turning at how much commission he could make from them after he heard about Demelza’s career. Ross smiled to himself knowing that Demelza’s salary isn’t as much as the realtor is guessing in his mind.
“Thank you very much! I really love what I do,” Demelza replied back to the agent. She was obviously flattered by the agent’s words.
Ross cleared his throat to get back to the matter at hand.
Scott took the hint, “Ahh yes, so are there any other aspects that you would like your new home to include? How about a formal dining room? Do you entertain a lot?”
Demelza looked at Ross. She wasn’t sure how to answer that question, “What do you think Ross? Do we need a formal dining room?”
“Well, it would be nice to have one. We do like to entertain, and have family over for holiday meals. But it’s not a deal breaker at this point. I think we would like to be around good schools, a safe neighborhood. A garage would be good to have.”
The agent kept taking more notes, “Do you have any children now?”
Demelza looked out of the corner of her eye at Ross and saw that he shook his head no.
“Do the two of you own a home or a flat now? If you do, that could go a long way to help with the price of what you can look at? Where do you work, Ross? I don’t think we got that far?” Scott was getting down to the nitty gritty now.
“Yes, I own a two bedroom half terraced home. I’ve owned that for about five years. I work at Falmouth, Pascoe & Tonkin. I think we’d like to keep the asking around 650,000 pounds,” Ross explained to Scott, who did his best at hiding his shocked face at the low asking price.
“That price point could prove to be difficult with what you are asking for in a home. You’ll have to go outside of London for sure, and even then it will be tricky. But we will see what we can find. I’m going to print off some flyers on some homes for you to look at. I’ll be right back. Can I get either of you something to drink? Water, tea?” Scott offered.
Demelza’s throat was dry from worry, “I’d love some water.”
“Great, I’ll have my assistant bring some,” Scott left the couple alone.
Demelza waited for Scott to leave the room, “Ross are you out of your mind?! 650,000 pounds!! We can’t afford that!” Demelza was about to burst a blood vessel now.
Ross smiled at her innocence, “Love, I know what I’m doing. Remember, I’m the banker here. We can actually afford more than that but I don’t want him to know it. Just play it cool and let me do the talking.”
Scott’s assistant walked in with bottles of water for Ross and Demelza and left. Demelza grabbed one and immediately drank half of it down.
“I thought you said we wouldn’t be signing anything or making any offers today!” Demelza was starting to panic now.
Ross put his hand on her arm, “We’re not. I’m just letting him believe that we are. I need to see what’s out there, especially to find out how much we can get out of my place when we sell it.”
Demelza growled, “Ross, I don’t like this. I don’t like it one bit! I’m going to start getting hives from all of this.”
Ross smiled to himself at how worked up Demelza had become. It was obvious that she’s had no experience in buying a large ticket item, let alone a house. “It will be fine sweetheart, I promise. It’s okay to just look at homes that are for sale, how else will we find out what we can afford, and what we like? And who knows, maybe we’ll decide to stay where we are for now, but it’s best to check out options,”
Scott walked back in with some flyers for them to look at different homes that were for sale. The cheaper ones were 2 or 3 bedroom terraced homes that looked similar to what Ross already owned. The way they were laid out was better though, with all of the bedrooms on the upper level. “So, as you can see these are 2 or 3 bedrooms, terraced homes, but they are pretty representative of what we have available at this time. They’re on the outskirts of London, so it wouldn’t be a huge commute for either of you. And these other ones are 3 plus bedrooms, with some office space, some are terraced or half terraced, and they are further out, even as far as Windsor. I don’t know if you consider that too far out for a commute or not. Now this one here is a rare find, and it won’t last long. It’s a one story bungalow with 4 bedrooms, a utility room, a large kitchen area and a family room tied in with the kitchen, a large back garden. Would you like to go see any of these? Perhaps tomorrow? I could also take a look at your current home and give you an idea of how much it’s worth. That is, if you’d like and you’re that far in your house search?”
“Ohhh I do like the idea of being on one floor for some reason. What do you think, Ross?” Demelza had fallen for the one floor bungalow.
Ross was looking over the paper of the one floor bungalow. It all looked very enticing on paper. “Well, I have to admit that I never gave any thought to a one floor bungalow, but it does sound appealing,” he looked at Demelza, “Do you want to take a look at it tomorrow, love?”
Demelza looked at him and then stared at the paper chewing on her lip. Finally she sighed, “I guess so. I don’t really want to look at any two bedrooms since that’s what we already have. To me that seems pointless.” Demelza surprised herself with that statement, she almost didn’t recognize her own voice!
Ross looked at her and shook his head, “I agree, no two bedrooms.” He looked at Scott, “Does that sound doable, to look at the bungalow and the three bedroom tomorrow? Or is that too soon to let the owners know.”
Scott had his game face on, “The bungalow is empty, so that’s not a problem, and I can let the owners of the three bedroom know. This should give them plenty of warning. And if I find anything else that I think you might be interested in, I’ll pull those as well. If you want to leave me your phone number, I’ll call or text you what time and where to meet me tomorrow. Sound good?”
Ross wrote down his information, “Sounds good Scott, thanks mate.” He and Demelza stood up and shook hands with Scott.
“My pleasure! See you tomorrow!”
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Ross and Demelza got in their car and looked at each other, and screamed at each other!
Demelza was shaking her head and was covering her face with her hands, “Ross, I can’t believe we just did that! What did we just fecking do?? That was just so crazy, my mind was, is, spinning a mile a minute! Oh Ross, I’m starving!”
“Starving? We just ate! That’s just your nerves talking. Let’s go home and relax, yeah?”’
“Ok, sounds good. Can we stop for Chinese first?”
Ross started laughing, “No, we are not stopping for bloody fucking Chinese!” He pulled out of the parking lot and headed out onto the street and headed for home.
Demelza was quiet at first, chewing on her thumb nail, Ross kept glancing at her to see if he could figure out what she was thinking of besides Chinese food. Finally she spoke, “Ross, how much do you think you could get out of our place, your place?”
“Mmm I have been looking at similar properties, and I’m guessing around one million. It’s on a busier street so that might keep the price down, but it is on a corner and has a garage, and several updates. So it’s hard to tell without someone coming in and giving us an estimate.” Ross was deep in thought now about their place. He has done a lot with it, especially the kitchen and baths. Hopefully he’ll get his money out of it.
“How does this work? Do we have to sell first and move out before we buy another place? I wish that I knew more about these types of things. I feel like such an idiot when it comes to this stuff.”
Ross scoffed, “Demelza, why would you know about real estate? You’ve always rented, and besides, I’m sure that you didn’t have any real estate or business classes amongst your music courses while at uni.” Ross gave Demelza a loving smile at this. He knew that things like this didn’t come naturally to Demelza, and he tried to teach her about things like investments once in a while without making her feel bad. And of course she never learned anything from her father, except how to make every penny count when trying to feed her brothers, which Ross greatly admired her for.
Ross continued on, “As far as your question goes about if we have to wait to see our home first, it just depends on the situation. There are loans that can be obtained when the owner hasn’t sold their first home yet.” Ross let out a heavy sigh, “How about we put this subject aside for the rest of the evening, alright? Let’s go home and relax and think of other lovelier things.”
“Like…”
Ross smiled, “Oh I don’t know, maybe start thinking of a wedding date? I do recall that is something that we said we would work on once your audition was over.”
Demelza’s face glowed with a large smile on it at that thought, “I do believe we did. And we do have your mother’s surgery date. We should decide on where to have the wedding… Nampara or Killewarren? Have you talked with your parents lately about possibly having the wedding at Nampara?”
Ross sighed, “No, no I haven’t. I’ve been bad. I need to call them later on today. I just wonder if mum will even be truthful if it will be too much for her to have the wedding at Nampara. Maybe I’ll try to talk with da and see how he’s feeling about it.”
“Well Ross, we could always have pictures taken at Nampara. There’s plenty of spots there that would be a beautiful background for pictures,” Demelza responded back.
“You know that’s a good thought. I like that. Thanks, love,” he smiled at Demelza and picked up her hand to kiss it.
“You are very welcome. So when we get home, I’ll work on lunch while you talk with your father.”
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“So da, that’s what we’re thinking of doing. Pictures at Nampara, the wedding and reception at Killewarren. What do you really think?” Ross asked his father.
“Well Ross, I think it’s a good way to compromise, and I think deep down your mother will think so as well. She’s not up to having the wedding here, but she just doesn’t want to admit it. Don’t worry, I’ll tell her when she gets up from her kip and explain it to her.”
“Thanks da I appreciate it. So we’re going to work on a date today, so hopefully we can at least get that finalized by the end of the weekend. Oh, and we are going to be looking at houses tomorrow,” Ross walked back into the kitchen to see if Demelza was done fixing lunch.
Joshua’s tone raised, “Oh really! That’s exciting news. I can’t say that I’m surprised, I’m sure that shoe box is getting quite crowded. Where are you thinking of landing?”
“Well, for now we’re going to check out Essex and Windsor. We went into a real estate agency today to look at some pamphlets and picked out a couple to look at tomorrow,” Ross looked around for Demelza and saw that she wasn’t close by so he opened the freezer and dipped a spoon into the ice cream before she came back.
“Windsor! Isn’t that pretty far out?” Joshua asked.
“Mmmm maybe, we’ll see.” Demelza came back into the kitchen and looked at Ross and smacked his arm, “Ow! What was that for?” Ross asked.
Demelza tilted her head at Ross, “You’ve been into the ice cream!”
Ross’s brows came together, “How did you know that?”
Demelza shook her head, “You have ice cream on your chin, wanker!”
Ross wiped his chin right away, “Uh da I’ve gotta go. I’ll talk to you when we have a date, yeah?”
Joshua was laughing at the scene he overheard, “Sounds like you’ve just been busted! Alright son, give Demelza a hug for me.”
“I will, cheers.” Ross hung up his phone and gave a side eye to Demelza. “I didn’t know that I was marrying a detective.”
Demelza raised an eyebrow, “Oh I have many hidden talents Mr. Poldark.”
“Oh bloody hell don’t call me Mr. Poldark, it makes me think of me da!” Ross complained. “So what’s for lunch, I’m starving.”
“Hmmm usually it’s me that is starving. I’m warming up the leftover roast and shredded it to make BBQ out of it, and some chips are in the air fryer as well. It should be ready soon. I set the calendar on the table to look at while we’re eating,” Demelza started setting the table.
“Oh cool sounds good. Do you want a beer?”
“No, I think I’ll just have water,” the oven timer went off so Demelza began to finish putting lunch together.
They sat down to eat their lunch and started looking through the calendar and their own diaries. “Well the surgery is at the end of June, so what about early June? Does that look good for you?” Ross asked.
“Um let me see. It looks like the album will be done by then….what about the second weekend of June?”
Ross tilted his head back and forth, “Mmmm I don’t know, that doesn’t leave us much time for a honeymoon before the surgery…”
Demelza’s eyebrows raised, “Oh I wasn’t thinking about a honeymoon. Are we? …going on a honeymoon?”
Ross stole one of Demelza’s chips, “Well of course we’re going on a honeymoon. Why wouldn’t we?”
“I don’t know, guess I didn’t know about getting time off for a honeymoon and the surgery. Where would we go?” Demelza took a drink of Ross’s beer.
Ross chuckled at her and kissed her on the temple, “You leave that up to me, love. Will you have time off after the wedding? For a honeymoon?”
Demelza looked at her diary again, “I’ll have to check. But we need to make sure that we’re back in time for your mum’s surgery.”
��We will be. I’ll make sure of it. So Saturday, June 3? How does that sound?” Ross asked.
Demelza raised an eyebrow and smiled at her fiance, “Well, if it’s alright with Caroline’s uncle, then I think that will work. I’m going to text her right now and see what she thinks. Soooo tentatively June 3! Oh my gosh this is actually happening, Ross!”
“Yes it is my love!” Ross put his arms around Demelza, rubbing her back, he pulled back and put both his hands on her face, and kissed her passionately. She ran her tongue over Ross’s lips causing a moan to escape Ross. Demelza chuckled, not in a funny way, but in a seductive way. She quickly made her way to his jaw, rubbing her cheek against his stubble and purred like a kitten. Ross did the seductive chuckling this time, “You’re fucking killing me.” He pulled Demelza into his lap cradling her behind in his hands, “Mmmm now this is better, Mrs. Poldark.”
“Don’t call me that, you’re going to jinx everything.” Ross attacked the hollow of her neck making her gasp and giggle.
“Mmmm baby I don’t believe in jinx’s. I think we need to take this upstairs,” Ross began to stand up while holding her when Demelza’s phone started ringing. “Don’t answer it, I’m going to ravish your body.”
“Oh stop, stop it might be Caroline about the wedding date,” Demelza leaned down to the table to grab her phone while Ross was still holding her. “Caroline! That was fast! How are you?” Ross managed to sit back down while still holding Demelza.
“Hello darling, I’m fabulous! So you’re finally setting a wedding date! That’s exciting!” Demelza was giggling from Ross was nibbling on her neck. “What on earth is going on there?”
Demelza was trying to whisper to Ross, “Ross stop it. I'm sorry Caroline. Ross is getting fresh. So yes, we were wondering if June 3 would work for you and your uncle, mmmmm.”
“Mmmm Demelza? Should I call back in an hour or so?” Caroline was teasing now.
“No! Ross, stop it, I need to concentrate!” Ross put on a pouty face. “What do you think Caroline? I know it doesn’t give us a lot of time. I’m not even sure I can find a dress in that short amount of time.”
“Oh love, don’t worry about a dress, I’ll make sure you get the dress of your dreams, and, I’ve spoken with my uncle, and June 3 is good for him! So you see, everything is a go! Let’s start planning!” Unbeknownst to Demelza and Ross, Caroline had already been working on a seating chart for their wedding reception!
“Oh Caroline, that's incredible! Thank you so much! And you’ll make sure Dwight has the time off as well?”
“Oh of course, don’t you worry about Dr. Enys, I’ll make sure that he has the week off.” Demelza had put the call on speaker so Ross could listen and he was chuckling at Caroline and her ‘Dr. Enys’.
“Hey, Caroline, this is Ross. I just wanted to say thank you and your uncle so much for letting us have the wedding at Killewarren. We do want to have some pictures done at Nampara as kind of a compromise for my mother for not actually having the wedding at Nampara.”
“Oh of course Ross, that’s a wonderful idea,” Caroline’s pencil lead was going dull from taking notes.
“Oh and how many people do you think we should invite,” Ross asked. He knew his mum was going to soon start working on a guest line.
“Well, the ballroom can hold several people. I would sit at the most 150. We could go with more but you don’t want it to be crowded so much that people are bumping into each other,” Caroline responded.
Demelza and Ross looked at each other with shocked looks on their faces, “Oh well Caroline, I don’t think we will be inviting that many people. I don’t know that many people to start with,” Demelza said.
“Well you say that now, but once you start making a list, you’ll be surprised, and I’m sure Ross’s parents will have a rather large list between family and business associates through the years, and Ross’s colleagues, and..”
Ross interrupted her, “Well, I don’t think Demelza and I want a Royal wedding by any means. But I think you’re right and that we do need to start making a guest list, so we can work on controlling it don’t you think babe?”
Demelza was shaking her head, “Oh most definitely.”
“Oh and Demelza, what are you doing Thursday?” said Caroline, the wedding planner.
Demelza was taken off guard, “Oh um, this Thursday? Nothing until the performance that night. Why?”
“Well, I thought we could go wedding dress shopping. I could make an appointment for us at one or two of the shops.”
Ross was getting bored with this conversation and started kissing on Demelza’s neck again, “Oh, um. Maybe just one shop. I don’t know if I would have enough time for two shops before a performance. That might be a bit much. But yeah, I guess I might as well start looking.”
Caroline was excited, “Great! I’ll let you know the time and where to meet. Now what else…”
Ross interrupted again, “Ah Caroline, I love your enthusiasm, but I think that might be enough planning for today, yeah? Yeah. We’ll talk to you later. Bye!” Ross took Demelza’s phone and hung up on Caroline.
“Ross Poldark! That was rude! But I’m glad you did it!” Demelza giggled and wrapped her hands around Ross’s neck and kissed him.
“Look Demelza, Caroline is great. I love her. But I think we are going to have to make sure that she doesn’t take over our wedding. Don’t get me wrong, I really appreciate being able to use Killewarren, but I think it’s important to make sure that when our guests at the wedding can tell that it’s Demelza and Ross’s wedding, not Caroline’s wedding. Do you know what I mean?”
“Mmmm yeah I think so. But I’ve only been to one or two weddings so I’m not very knowledgeable about weddings. I never dreamed of getting married when I was growing up. It was never in my thoughts. I was too busy keeping my brothers fed and clothed.” Demelza’s face had darkened when thinking about her childhood.
Ross’s eyes softened while listening to Demelza. He pushed a strand of her hair back behind her ear, “I know my love. I know that is something that’s hard not to think about. Just remember that you are a strong, smart, confident woman, and I love you, and I will be by your side, no matter what, until the day I die.” He pulled her close to gently kiss her lips.
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After a lazy night of making love, Ross and Demelza headed out the next day to meet with their new friend, realtor Scott Demelza dutifully brought a pad to take notes of the houses, even though they weren’t making an offer on any of them. They had just left one of the homes they agreed to see with Scott. It was a three bedroom, terraced on one side, with two bathrooms. It was on an end so there was a small garden in front, and a larger one in the back that would have to be fenced in for Seamus. Fortunately there was room on the side for a garage. That was one of the things that Ross insisted on.
Ross sighed, “So what did you think?”
“It was alright, not much bigger than what we have now. What did you think?” Demelza asked
“I think you’re right. It wouldn’t be worth the cost of hiring a moving van to move. I want a lot more room than that,” he plugged in the address of the next house into the GPS. “So I guess make notes on your pad, that we didn’t want that house. And onward we go, yeah,” Ross started the car.
“I did like the kitchen in that house, it was a little bigger than what we have now,” Demelza said.
Ross nodded his head, “Yeah it did, and it had been updated, as were the bathrooms. So what do we know about this next place?”
Demelza was looking at the description, “Umm well, it’s four bedrooms, 2 ½ bathrooms, looks like it’s on a bit of land, oh and it has a garage already on it. It looks a little old though.”
“Old? Well, that’s pretty typical for England isn’t it? I like the sound of four bedrooms though. How much land? Does it say?”
“Five acres..”
“Five acres?!! Bloody hell, that’s a lot of work to take care of depending on if it’s farmland, or woods. I guess we’ll find out. Is that one of your bridal magazines?”
Demelza shook her head. It was obvious she wasn’t very excited at what she was looking at, “Aye, yes it is.”
Ross was watching her out of the corner of his eye, “Hey, something wrong?”
Demelza let out a heavy sigh, “Oh, it’s just that most of the dresses are strapless, and a lot of them are see-through in the back. They have a white netting or a nude netting, so even though that’s there, you can still see through it. They’re pretty, I just don’t know if I want something that revealing.”
Ross had a feeling why she was worried, “Are you worried about your scars showing?”
She closed the magazine and looked at Ross and nodded her head. Ross put his hand on hers, “You don’t have to get what every other woman wears. Get what you’re comfortable in. I’m sure once you get to the bridal store with Caroline that you’ll find something that isn’t so revealing.”
“Maybe. Most of the time I don’t think about the scars until… I just don’t want to talk about them with a bunch of people I don’t know. I don’t want everyone looking at them while I have my back to them during the wedding. I'll be thinkin ‘bout it the whole time,” Demelza’s eyes were shiny now.
“Would you like me to go with you Thursday?” Ross asked.
Demelza looked at him, “To the bridal shop? Oh, Caroline would have a fit!”
“Demelza, I really don’t have a care what Caroline thinks. I’m not marrying her, I’m marrying you thank the Lord above. And, if you’d like me to be there, then I will. I don’t have a problem with going. I don’t want to see you in the gown you choose, but I could maybe help you look for something that I think you’ll like. I could always leave if you find the dress you want to get.”
“I hadn’t thought about you coming along. Let me think about it,” Demelza had a small smile on her face now.
“Alright. You’re the boss!” Ross brought her hand to his lips and kissed it.
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Ross and Demelza let Scott take them through the next house. They wanted to turn around and leave when they pulled in the driveway and saw an old farm house in front of them that looked like it hadn’t been lived in for 100 years.
“Just think of the potential,” Scott told them. There was a lot of potential, and the house was large, but it was just too much for the couple to even entertain. So they went on, discouraged, to the next place.
“I’m getting hungry,” Demelza announced loudly in the car.
Ross looked over at her and smiled, “Keep your eye open for wherever we end up next, maybe we can find a restaurant after we look at the last house.”
That seemed to settle Demelza’s stomach for now, “We’re driving pretty far from London aren’t we Ross? I definitely don’t want a long commute.”
“Nor I, but we’ll see where we end up. Maybe it will be close to a train station. Didn’t Scott say that it was a bungalow?”
“Yeah that’s what this paper says too. That will be interesting to see. I don’t think I’ve ever been in a bungalow before,” Demelza added.
“I kind of like the idea of everything being on one floor. No stairs for my aging knees. Does it say how much land it’s on?” Ross asked.
Demelza was reading the flyer they had on the property, “Umm yeah .75 acre, so just over half an acre. Sounds like it’s rural. I hope it’s not like that last place we looked at! Asking price is, oh Ross we can’t afford this place!”
Ross crinkled his eyebrows, “Why? What’s the asking?”
Demelza’s eyes were wide and she had a smirk, “950,000 pounds! Why are we even looking at this place Ross!”
“Now, don’t get your bloody knickers in a twist! We’re on our way, so we might as well see it. I’m really curious now. GPS says 15 more minutes, baby. Do you see any restaurants?” Ross knew he could distract her by looking for restaurants.
“Just a couple of pubs so far. And no train stations I might add,” Demelza was worried about the commute, especially since she has yet to learn to drive.
“I know what you’re thinking. But you know, learning to drive way out here instead of in the city would be beneficial. Just sayin’!” She gave him a growl, which made him smile at his future wife.
Ross heard the female voice on the GPS, “Your destination is one quarter mile on the left.” That surprised Ross, “Oh well okay, I guess we’re close now. Do you see the address?”
“Oh stop Ross it’s right there! See the mailbox!”
“Your destination is on the left. Your destination is on the left.”
“Thanks Captain Obvious,” Ross talked back to his GPS. He slowed down quickly. “Your destination is on the left.” Luckily there weren't any cars behind him. He pulled into the driveway, “Wow look at this place, babe! So far so good!” Ross was already excited at the large drive and parking in front of the home.
“You have arrived at your destination.”
“Ross we can’t afford this place! So don’t even think of getting attached to it!” Demelza warned.
“You have arrived at your destination.”
“No we haven’t because we can’t afford this place!” Demelza was screaming at the GPS now!
Ross chuckled and turned the car off. He reached over and kissed Demelza, “Let’s go check it out!”
They both got out of the car and saw Scott standing at the front door with his arms out, “Well what do you think?”
Ross tried to tamp down his enthusiasm but he wasn’t very good at it, “Well the outside is nice. But bloody hell mate, it’s 950,000 pounds!”
Scott held up his hands, “I know, I know. But I think it ticks most of your boxes. Just half a look. Demelza, I think you’re going to really love it, plenty of room for a music room.”
Demelza rolled her eyes at him and shook her head, “It’s 950,000 pounds Scott!”
Ross leaned over to Scott and patted him on the back, “I’d watch out for Demelza if I were you, mate. She has that red hair temper ya know. She poisoned our last real estate agent.” Scott gasped and gave Ross a quick look of fear.
They walked in and the front reception room was cozy and beautiful with a fireplace, although a little out of date. Scott cleared his throat, “Okay, so we have four bedrooms, three baths, and a really nice kitchen family room combination. Plenty of garden in the back to add on if you feel the need. I think having everything on one floor is brilliant,” Scott was really hoping that the couple, especially Demelza, liked this property.
They walked around in the four bedrooms. The master had a really nice ensuite that caught both Demelza and Ross’s attention. One of the bedrooms could easily be used for a music room for Demelza. The master was big enough that Ross could put a desk in it to work from home. They were looking around but didn’t find a formal dining room which Ross was hoping to have for entertaining. The table in the kitchen/family room combo wouldn’t be big enough for an entire family to sit at. “The kitchen is pretty small. The family/kitchen combo is nice, but it doesn’t leave much room for cooking for a family dinner,” Ross complained.
Scott spoke up, “Well, like I said, there’s plenty of room to add on. You could add on a larger kitchen with a more formal dining room if you think you need one.”
Ross shook his head, “I don’t know, mate. If we’re already at 950,000 pounds, that doesn’t leave anything for a renovation budget. It’s too bad because it’s a really nice house. What’s the commute like? It seemed like a full hour to get out here.”
Demelza gave Ross a stern look, “Ross…”
Ross tried not to smirk at Demelza.
“Oh, depending on which way you take it can be about a 45 minute drive, and by train they say it’s a 35 min commute one way. So not horribly bad. Could be worse,” Scott answered Ross.
Demelza gave Scott another stern look, “No Scott, it couldn’t be worse, because I wouldn’t allow it to be worse. I want to be able to enjoy my new home, not sit in a car for half my life.”
Ross smiled to himself hearing Demelza. He walked over to her and put his arm around her waist, “So Scott, this is considered Berkshire?”
“Yes, yes it is,” Scott said.
“Do you mind if we walk around and take some pictures, so we can keep it in mind?” Ross asked.
“Sure, go ahead.”
Demelza piped up again, “Ross, it’s still 950,000 pounds, plus that long commute. It’s really nice, but I don’t think it will work for us.”
Scott jumped in, “Well you can always start lower with your first bid. I might be able to talk them down because of the updating you will want to do. You never know. Apparently the owners are empty nesters now, wanting to downsize and all.”
Ross was going around the house taking pictures. Demelza didn’t understand why he was going to all of that trouble because she didn’t think there was any way they could afford the house. She did like it though. She could picture the two of them in the kitchen cooking even though it was smaller than the one in their place. But the back garden was huge. They would have to put a fence up for Seamus. There were lots of flowers already planted. She would love to putter around in the flower beds, plant some herbs. She was staring out the kitchen window when Ross snuck up behind her and wrapped her in his arms.
“You doing some daydreaming, love?” Ross kissed her on the neck.
“Shh Ross don’t, we’re not alone. Maybe a little. It would be nice to have some flowers, and an area to cook outside,” Demelza was using her soft voice so that Scott couldn’t hear them.
“Mmm that would be nice. Seamus would love this huge garden to run around in. But we’d have to put a fence up. I’m loving that big bedroom with the nice big ensuite to fool around in!” Ross was chuckling.
“Shhh Judas Ross! Behave yerself!”
“Oh alright party pooper, let’s go and see Scott,” Ross grabbed her hand and walked to the front of the house to speak with Scott.
Scott had been talking on the phone but hung up quickly when he saw the couple, “So what do you think? Do you want to put in a bid? I don’t think she’s going to stay on the market for long.”
Ross looked down like he was thinking, “Just how long has it been on the market?”
“Um, well it’s going on 50 days now,” Scott’s voice lowered, he really didn’t want them to know that little tidbit.
Ross’s eyes became wide, “Really? That’s interesting. Makes me wonder if there’s something wrong with the place.”
Scott was shaking his head, “No, there’s nothing with it that I know of. You can always have an inspection done.”
“Maybe. Thanks for showing us the properties today, Scott. We’ll get back with you if we decide we want to see it again or put a bid on it,” Ross held out his hand to shake Scott’s.
“Right then. I’ll just lock the place up and be on my way. I think the two of you would be very happy here!”
‘Cheers,” Ross said as they got in their car and left the property.
Ross looked at Demelza, “Well, did you find a place for us to eat?”
“Yeah, we passed a nice place just before we turned in here. It was on the right side coming in,” Demelza answered.
“Well, let’s go it. I’m sure you’re still starving!” Ross laughed at his fiance.
“Yes, Ross!”
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Just some FYI!
Terraced - a home that is terraced is a home that is attached to another home on each side.
Half terraced or semi terraced - a home that is attached to a home just on one side.
Bungalow - in the UK and possibly Europe, a bungalow is a home that is all on one floor. In America, a home all on one floor is referred to as a ranch style home. There are bungalow home in America but those are usually a really small home, one or two bedrooms, not a lot of square footage.
Estate agent - I refer to the character of Scott as a real estate agent or realtor. I believe in the UK, they are referred to as an estate agent.
Garden - In the UK and possibly Europe, the area in front of the house and behind the house are referred to as gardens, whereas in America we refer to them as yards. For Americans a garden in a piece of land that is used to grow flowers or vegetables.
As an American, it’s been very interesting to get on real estate web sites for the London area and Windsor area. Check it out!
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When writing this chapter, I picture Ross and Demelza driving around looking at the homes for sale, bee bopping along in the car to the music playing on the radio. I doubt if the song Two of Us would be playing on the radio, but it’s got the vibe that I was striving for.
The song Two of Us written by Paul McCartney was on the Beatles’ final album. He wrote it about his ‘fondness for getting deliberately lost in the country with his future wife Linda.’
“One of the great things about Linda was that while I was driving and going, ‘Oh my God, I think I’m lost,’ she’d simply say, ‘Great!’ She loved getting lost. And she pointed out to me quite rightly that there would always be a sign somewhere saying ‘London’, so we’d just follow that.
One day we went out into the countryside and found a little wood that looked as if it might be a good place for a walk. I parked the car. There’s a photograph of me in the Aston Martin, sitting with the driver’s door open and my feet out. I’ve got my guitar. That’s me writing ‘Two of Us’.”
–Paul McCartney
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I have a pretty good inkling who your number ones are so can I ask for you for your top few fire emblem characters?
Always! I'm just gonna list off a few I really like and if you want more details on any of them I can go into it! Awakening was my first game and I've spent the majority of my time with the post-Awakening titles so that's gonna be the bulk of the list
For Awakening I initially liked Chrom, Robin, Henry, Lon'qu, Inigo, Noire, and Severa, and Lucina a lot. Cherche has also grown on me a lot over the years and not just because she's hot and can crush me like a bug and she was vital to my 2017 FEH team I swear
For Fates I like all of the Royal siblings, but Takumi, Leo, and Sakura are probably my top three. If I had to order them it'd probably be Takumi > Leo > Sakura > Xander = Camilla > Hinoka = Elise > Ryoma. Other than them Orochi, Rinkah, Charlotte (CQ wife), Reina (BR wife), Azura, and Nyx are all characters I enjoy. Honorable mentions to the four royal second gen kids as well as Selkie and Velouria!
SoV I don't hold a lot of strong opinions on since I only played it once back in 2017, but I remember really liking Kliff
For 3H all of the Blue Lions are my darlings, but I also like Dorothea, Petra, Manuela, Seteth, Rhea, Shamir and Catherine. Honorable mention to Cyril. I wrote him off initially but he's genuinely hilarious and savage when the writers let him talk about stuff other than Rhea
For Engage I honestly don't think there's a member of the cast I don't like, but Alfred, Celine, Alcryst, and Ivy (wife) are probably my top four. I really like all of the royals though, and additional shout outs to Rosado, Saphir, Merrin, and Chloe
Of the pre-Awakening characters I'd say Tibarn, the Heron sibs, Naesala, and Nailah are the stand outs from PoR/RD. Ike and Elincia are up there too as far as FE lords go. I recently beat Sacred Stones and there it's probably the twins, Innes, Tana, Seth, Cormag, with a little Ross just because mine ended up being a monster
I'm withholding adding characters from Binding Blade, Blazing Blade, Shadow Dragon, Genealogy, or Thracia to the list just becaues I haven't played those ones all the way through yet. Though I do have a soft spot for Caeda entirely because of FEH
I don't know if I'd be able to put them into a coherent top five all together, I'd probably have to go by game tbh, but this post is already pretty long so I'll refrain for now lol
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astarion | spotify , youtube , apple music
A fanmix to encompass Astarion's journey and dips into romantic relationships with Tav. moody with a bit of love, and of course some darkness for good measure.
bells in santa fe - halsey ; it's not a happy ending
first light - hozier ; could this be how every day begins?
how i'd kill - cowboy malfoy ; I had a multitude of sickly dispositions; You didn't mind
honey - halsey ; she was sweet like honey; but all I can taste is the blood in my mouth
know how (feat. feist) - kings of convenience ; just a little bit of danger; when intriguingly; our little secret; trusts that you trust me
we'll never have sex - leith ross ; if I said you could never touch me you'd come over and say I looked lovely
the summoning - sleep token ; I've got a river running right into you; I've got a blood trail, red in the blue
nfwmb - hozier ; give your heart and soul to charity 'cause the rest of you, the best of you honey, belongs to me
sunlight - hozier ; oh, your love is sunlight
blood and butter ; and what I want is, to walk beside you; needing nothing, but the sun that's in our eyes; paint the picture in blood and butter; holy water, fire in sky
astarion screencap from here x
#remember when fanmixes were a thing?#fanmix#baldur's gate 3#astarion#playlists#spotify playlist#music#mixtape#my fanmixes
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I don’t understand why low turn counts are so valued as a demonstration of skill or as a goal of play. I’m not sure how prevalent this is elsewhere, but I see it a lot among most of the FE YouTubers I watch. Like, I don’t care how many turns it takes me to clear a map, I care if my plans can get me closer to the win condition while keeping my army alive. Sometimes that means sprinting towards the seize point, sometimes that means carefully baiting out dangerous enemies, and sometimes that means doing an obscene amount of rescue-drops to get Ross out of his trainee class at the earliest opportunity. What I’m saying is that I don’t think your overall turn count is a clear indication of your skill and game knowledge, and I get put off when YouTubers talk like it’s the most fun and skillful way to approach every game, when to me it mostly sounds stressful.
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“I can’t stop thinking about you”
hehe
sorry about the delay i've been tired
also are you proud of me this isn't in a modern au
pairing: marth x m!alear
word count: 441
Marth was staring at him.
Alear was pretending not to notice–if nothing else, after all, he really did have to get through these financial reports at a semi-reasonable hour–but the longer it went on, the harder it was. Alear was tired, and he really just wanted to go into his emblem form and cuddle up with Marth, but Vander said that these needed to get done so he really wanted to at least try.
It wasn't working very well.
Alear was this close to giving up, and then Marth wrapped his arms around him. And, well, Alear was just a mortal. (Probably.)
"I can't stop thinking about you," Marth said, and Alear felt a blush crawl up his neck. "You're working too hard. Come to bed?"
"I have to finish this," Alear said, though the call of sleep was getting stronger by the minute and his protest sounded weak to his own ears.
"It will be there in the morning, darling," Marth said, voice dripping with affection. Alear melted a little bit, relaxing further into Marth's hold.
"You're a bad influence," Alear teased, but he tilted his head so he could press a kiss to Marth's jaw anyway. Marth's smile was so bright it nearly blinded him.
"You love it," Marth said.
"I do," Alear conceded. He then smiled. "Just like I love you."
That got a dusting of pink to crawl up Marth's cheeks, just as Alear had planned. Marth settled with burying his face in Alear's shoulder, and Alear laughed.
"I love your laugh," Marth murmured, still audible despite Alear's shoulder muffling him. Alear felt his blush grow.
He glanced at his work, sighing when the words kept swimming on the page. One look out the window told him it was some early hour of the morning.
The reports could wait one more day, Alear decided.
Wordlessly, Alear shifted into his emblem form. He didn't have to know that Marth was grinning; they could feel each other better, this way, feel the kisses and hugs and warmth generated by whatever plane of existence their bodies seemed to reside in.
Alear floated over to the bed, Marth trailing behind him (still clinging to him, of course). They got settled, facing each other, and Marth began to pepper Alear's face with kisses.
"I love you," he murmured. "My lovely, lovely little dragon. My beautiful darling. My love."
Alear's face burned with the compliments, and he leaned forward to bury his face into Marth's shoulder as he continued to spew them. Marth tightened his grip around him, and Alear smiled, closing his eyes.
Yeah. This was better than financial reports. Much better.
#asks#requests#ross!#marlear#marth x alear#m!alear#alear#alear fire emblem#alear fe#fe engage#fe17#fire emblem engage#marth fe#marth fire emblem#marth#marth fe engage#onyxed drabbles
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Sluternand|Slutternand: A gender related to nightclubs, gender nonconformity, red lipstick, dark magenta lipstick, dancing, being slutty, red plaid skirts/kilts, combat boots, mesh croptops, football jersey croptops, fishnet stockings, whiskey, charcoal grey pencil eyeliner, late night, moonlight, partying, kissing, leather clothes, clothes with studs, slutty butch clothes, slutty femme clothes, slutty futch clothes, slutty clothes in general, and gender fuckery. This gender may also be related to the songs Somebody Told My by The Killers and/or Michael by Franz Ferdinand, though it doesn’t have to. Some also may experience this gender through an Eroscoitus lens/as an Eroscoitus gender, though that won’t apply to all users. This gender may be a butch, femme, futch, Azurgirl, Azurboy, Rosgirl, and/or Rosboy term for some, though that won’t apply to everyone.
The name is a mix of slut, er from The Killers, and nand from Franz Ferdinand
The colors are inspired by the Azurgirl, Azurboy, Rosgirl, and Rosboy flags and common colors in flags for butch, femme, and futch genders
This was for the twenty-third day of my coining event! Prompt: Somebody Told Me (The Killers) // Michael (Franz Ferdinand)
Suggested Names and Pronouns 🔽🔽🔽
Pronouns:
Butch/Butch/Butches/Butches/Butchself
Char/Charcoal/Charcoals/Charcoals/Charcoalself
Charcoal/Charcoal/Charcoals/Charcoals/Charcoalself
Fe/Femme/Femme/Femmes/Femmeself
Fe/Femme/Femmes/Femmes/Femmeself
Fem/Femme/Femme/Femmes/Femmeself
Fem/Femme/Femmes/Femmes/Femmeself
Femm/Femme/Femme/Femmes/Femmeself
Femm/Femme/Femmes/Femmes/Femmeself
Femme/Femme/Femmes/Femmes/Femmeself
Fran/Franz/Franz/Franzes/Franzself
Franz/Franz/Franz/Franzes/Franzself
Franz/Franz/Franzes/Franzes/Franzself
Fuck/Fuck/Fucker/Fuckers/Fuckerself
Fuck/Fuck/Fucker/Fuckers/Fuckself
Fut/Futch/Futch/Futches/Futchself
Fut/Futch/Futches/Futches/Futchself
Futch/Futch/Futches/Futches/Futchself
Gra/Gray/Grays/Grays/Grayself
Gray/Gray/Grays/Grays/Grayself
Grey/Grey/Greys/Greys/Greyself
Kil/Kilt/Kilts/Kilts/Kiltself
Kill/Killers/Killer/Killers/Killersself
Killer/Killers/Killer/Killers/Killersself
Killers/Killers/Killer/Killers/Killersself
Kilt/Kilt/Kilts/Kilts/Kiltself
Red/Red/Reds/Reds/Redself
Slut/Slut/Sluts/Sluts/Slutself
Stud/Stud/Studs/Studs/Studself
Whis/Whiskey/Whiskeys/Whiskeys/Whiskeyself
Whisk/Whiskey/Whiskeys/Whiskeys/Whiskeyself
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CYL8 Nerding - Internal Top 20 (Akaneia - Tellius)
I think I usually count to the top 25 but I forgot about that until the last moment this year, whops
anyway, here's this year's best voted within their own continuities -- for Akaneia, Valentia, Jugdral, Elibe, Magvel and Tellius. the remainder will be up on another post soon!
AKANEIA
(previous winners: Marth)
#1: Caeda (1542 votes)
#2: Catria (979 votes)
#3: akaneia!Tiki (752 votes; 1658 with TMS #FE!Tiki)
#4: Minerva (585 votes)
#5: Katarina (503 votes)
#6: Palla (441 votes)
#7: Navarre (421 votes)
#8: Ogma (383 votes)
#9: Merric (324 votes)
#10: Linde (288 votes)
#11: Clarisse (281 votes)
#12: m!Kris (277 votes; 476 with f!Kris)
#13: Camus (270 votes; 418 with Zeke, Sirius)
#14: Gordin (252 votes)
#15: Wrys (236 votes)
#16: Jeorge (232 votes)
#17: Xane (225 votes)
#18: Aran (222 votes)
#19: f!Kris (199 votes)
#20: Michalis (192 votes)
VALENTIA
(previous winners: Celica, Alm)
#1: Berkut (1342 votes)
#2: Catria (979 votes)
#3: Delthea (508 votes)
#4: Mae (472 votes)
#5: Palla (441 votes)
#6: Rinea (355 votes)
#7: Faye (345 votes)
#8: Clair (257 votes)
#9: Kliff (251 votes)
#10: Lukas (230 votes)
#11: Genny (223 votes)
#12: Python (216 votes)
#13: Saber (199 votes)
#14: Sonya (174 votes)
#15: Jesse (167 votes)
#16: Conrad (141 votes)
#17: Leon (128 votes)
#18: Mathilda (122 votes)
#19: Gray (119 votes)
#20: Silque (118 votes)
=JUGDRAL
(previous winners: Seliph)
#1: Sigurd (8058 votes)
#2: Leif (5855 votes)
#3: Finn (1245 votes)
#4: Reinhardt (1242 votes)
#5: Ayra (902 votes)
#6: Julia (780 votes)
#7: Ishtar (689 votes)
#8: Arvis (583 votes)
#9: Larcei (429 votes)
#10: Eldigan (428 votes)
#11: Mareeta (331 votes)
#12: Linoan (323 votes)
#13: Lachesis (295 votes)
#14: Lewyn (293 votes)
#15: Deirdre (275 votes)
#16: Oifey (256 votes)
#17: Homer (239 votes)
#18: Ced (232 votes)
#19: Olwen (230 votes)
#20: Julius (222 votes)
ELIBE
(previous winners: Lyn, Roy, Hector, Eliwood)
#1: Lilina (2519 votes)
#2: Sonia (2272 votes)
#3: Nino (1769 votes) (nice)
#4: Ninian (1218 votes)
#5: Athos (630 votes)
#6: Lloyd (558 votes)
#7: Idunn (462 votes)
#8: Fae (441 votes)
#9: Sophia (380 votes)
#10: Fir (371 votes)
#11: Wolt (364 votes)
#12: Florina (357 votes)
#13: Lucius (326 votes)
#14: Rutger, also Igrene (322 votes)
#15: Matthew (307 votes)
#16: Raven (262 votes)
#17: Shanna (261 votes)
#18: Nergal (255 votes)
#19: Serra (244 votes)
#20: Canas (243 votes)
MAGVEL
(previous winners: Ephraim, Eirika)
#1: Lyon (3475 votes)
#2: L'Arachel (793 votes)
#3: Seth (700 votes)
#4: Marisa (611 votes)
#5: Myrrh (597 votes)
#6: Lute (567 votes)
#7: Joshua (428 votes)
#8: Garcia (356 votes)
#9: Amelia (326 votes)
#10: Franz (323 votes)
#11: Tana (276 votes)
#12: we die like Glen (246 votes)
#13: we also die like Ismaire (234 votes)
#14: Cormag (201 votes)
#15: Forde (195 votes)
#16: Innes (194 votes)
#17: Moulder (177 votes)
#18: Knoll (148 votes)
#19: Ross (127 votes)
#20: Valter (122 votes)
TELLIUS
(previous winners: Ike, Micaiah, Soren)
#1: Black Knight (5084 votes; 5831 with Zelgius)
#2: Elincia (3533 votes)
#3: Mia (2637 votes)
#4: Nephenee (1548 votes)
#5: Stefan (913 votes)
#6: Altina (773 votes)
#7: Zelgius (747 votes)
#8: Tormod (739 votes)
#9: Ranulf (709 votes)
#10: Edward (660 votes)
#11: Mist (621 votes)
#12: Titania (530 votes)
#13: Volug (482 votes)
#14: Tibarn (469 votes) (nice)
#15: Boyd (418 votes)
#16: Shinon (411 votes)
#17: Sothe (392 votes)
#18: Ilyana (369 votes) (nice)
#19: Sanaki (353 votes)
#20: Leonardo (350 votes)
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