#ft. the gold cross necklace
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July 16, 2020 - Budapest, Hungary
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#this one goes out to my shirtless men lovers#not me but I know youre out there#ft. the gold cross necklace#iykyk#alpha tauri#F1#pierre gasly#formula 1#2020#pg10
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THE INSPIRATION BEHIND...
CAGE LUCAS NEWMAN
something in the orange / zach bryan 🎧
burning man / dierks bentley 🎧
duet / penny & sparrow ft. stephanie briggs 🎧
cage is ... an old soul, winding dirt roads in the countryside, striking blue eyes, young love and the deeper meaning that comes with it in time, a cross on a chain tucked under his shirt, the perfect catch on a Friday night, bushels of blueberries, saw dust shavings sticking to plaid shirts, worn out work boots, a father's love.
Cage is a good-looking country boy with a heart of gold. He might not be everyone's first choice of 'gorgeous' or 'sexy' and he's alright with that. Zach Roerig was the perfect face claim to fit that kind of vibe; attractive in both a traditional and non-traditional way. Not your typical six-pack, ripped guy, more of a dad bod and great personality type. A lot of his 'aesthetic' made its way to Cage: some of the fashion choices that he explores, the cross necklace, his deep laugh, those blue eyes, things that just fit for. Of course there are some inspirations dragged from his characters. Matt Donovan's steadfastness and dedication to the town and people he loves. Will Mosley's melancholy and inner turmoil. But there were other inspirations, such as Matt Saracen in Friday Night Lights, and particularly his relationship with Julie Taylor, and how it mirrored Cordelia and Cage, not to mention Matt leaving town despite loving his girlfriend unconditionally. And Jake, from Sweet Home Alabama. A small town guy and his small town girlfriend, and how everyone thought that they would be the ones. Eventually, they were. They just had to find their way back there. The Paul Newman of it all might be more of an inside joke between Lindsey and myself, given how much I adore Paul, but... last name inspiration still counts. That, and those blue, blue eyes. And the importance of family and compassion.
Of all of my characters, Cage probably has the most 'me' in him, in terms of how family and our upbringing has shaped our lives. The deepest foundation of Cage's character is family, from top to bottom, and given how important my family is to me, it only made sense. Cage has a strong relationship with his siblings the same way that my own sibling is my very best friend. Although I am lucky enough to have both of my parents in my life, Cage does not. Lindsey and I purposely didn't delve into the loss of their father (it was previously decided with another player that their mother would have been lost during childbirth) because we never wanted the hows and whys to be the focus; it was about the family, drawing them together, carrying on the legacy left behind. It was less about the grief and more about the growth. But despite them not being in his life anymore, I wanted him to have a strong bond with his parents. Particularly his father. Fatherhood is the most powerful force in Cage's life, tying him to both his own father, and his son, who is the entire world to him. The bond between father and son was a huge thing for me to explore; Cage's own father often seeing a lot of himself in his second eldest son, teaching him the ropes of the blueberry farm, thinking he would be the one to carry on the family name because of their similar trajectory... and of course Cage's bond with his own son, abandoned by his mother before turning a year old, the two boys taking on the world together, learning about life day by day.
There are a lot of other things that I injected into Cage from me and my own interests: old houses, black cats, small town life, John Deere tractors and old Chevy pick-ups, wildflowers, sweet tea, older country music, and he'll definitely get a donkey before I do. Brat. As Lindsey mentioned, the blueberry farm came from... well, Maine. But I also grew up picking blueberries and still watching my aunts and uncles do it every summer when the bushes are ripe.
One thing that Cage did not get from me was wanderlust; that's all his own. He left town when he was younger, which was inspired simply by wanting to embrace the idea that not everyone leaves a small town for good. Eventually, they find that it's home, and they want to be back in it. Even more important than wanderlust and wanting to travel and see the world was for me to be able to explore the concept of coming home. Cage explored the United States and then came home changed. He wasn't just a boy anymore, he was a man with a son on the way and had to make the decisions to grow, to become a better person. To go after more than just working in construction (up until that point, I had him traveling with crews, which was mostly inspired by someone just... wandering around, trying to find a place that called him home), but to maybe someday move towards creating his own pocket in the world. And although he did spend one blissful summer on the road with his boy when he was older, Cage has largely lost that sense of wanderlust, again... inspired by the idea that sometimes you really are happiest at home. I know that I am, so maybe he borrowed that from me, too.
As far as his love life goes, I think I just really wanted to cement the idea that from day one, everyone who knew Cage knew one thing: he was in love with Cordelia. They knew it when he was a kid on the playground, when he swung her around the field after a win on Friday night, and they knew it when he drove away from town, too. And I wanted it to be the kind of thing that no one forgot; people saw them as adults at the football game and could feel it. His family knew it before he had even become friendly with her again, and Cage knew it the moment that he kissed her for the first time in Tumbleweed the December after they reconnected. That just sort of stole inspiration from all those cheesy love stories where two people are just destined to be together. Who could argue it? But I didn't want to play someone who just pined away for that when he didn't have it; he had to try to figure things out without her. He slept around on the road, he got a girl pregnant, he got married to prove that he could, and he still ended up dancing with Cordelia on a dirt road in her gorgeous pink dress. But from day one, it was Cordelia. The concept of fate and destiny and true love inspired that.
Personality wise, Cage was inspired by a lot of the guys you see in a small town. The ones that play football on Friday nights and hang out at the ice cream shop with their friends, but by some miracle, they end up being good guys by the end of it all. He's kind and very compassionate, and he has a good, tender heart that he doesn't show to just anyone. He can be hotheaded and stubborn and determined, but it's because he cares. There is not an evil, mean bone in Cage Newman's body, something his parents made sure of when they raised him right. He carries a lot on his shoulders, and always has, whether it be the pressure of becoming his father, the business he's built from the ground up, the mistakes it has taken him forever to let go of, the crushing worry of being a good brother, a good friend, a good boyfriend, a good businessman and a good father first and foremost, but he has broad shoulders, and he is convinced he can do it.
Owning his own carpentry and construction / restoration business was entirely inspired by my absolute hatred of house flipping gone wrong (you know, faux marble countertops, shiplap, gray walls everywhere, cheap carpeting) and wanting to play someone who cared about historical integrity. I cringe every day, watching a local home be restored and fearing for the day they remove the old, leaded, lattice windows. Cage does, too. I've always admired wood working and what people can do with a simple slab of wood, and I wanted to play someone who could make magic with their hands. Past that, I wanted him to be incredibly successful (he is!), but not let it get to his head. Cage has money in the bank, but he doesn't let it stop him from telling Colton that they have burgers at home, or to wear a t-shirt until it has holes (despite the Ralph Lauren sweater, or Hugo Boss suit tucked away). I think a lot of that was inspired by watching the way wealthy business owners in small towns can be -- sometimes, you wouldn't even know.
Overall, Cage is 'one of the good ones,' inspired by my own family and a lot of the 'good ones' you meet along life's journey.
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The main reason I wanted to start using Tumblr was because I wanted to have a space where I could talk about my OCs. As such, I'll introduce one of them today!
Name: Dorian Busher
Species: American
Ages Played: 18-24
Gender: Cisgender Male
Pronouns: He/Him
Ethnicity: Ambiguous
Nationality: American
Height: 5'11 ft, 181 cm
Weight: 162 lb, 73 kg
Blood Type: O-
Public Profile: A very well known director for his works on the horror genre. He's known for a cheerful personality that doesn't match his work at all. Known especially for a long running slasher franchise that is more black comedy than horror which is pretty much used to save funds to finance his serious films. Also known for a pseudo-cult formed around him formed by pretentious movie critics that claim his work was better before he became famous.
Personality: A cheerful guy that wants to have a good time, in more ways than one... A complete horndog, in other words. Very carefree to the degree where one could reasonably think he lacks self preservation instincts at all. A gentle young man that will always try to do what he thinks is right under a moral code that is, to say the least, somewhat questionable.
Occupation/Ultimate Talent: Horror Movie Director
Sexuality: Bisexual with feminine lean and Polyamorous
Moral Alignment: Complicated
Appearance: Dorian has very messy mid length black hair that falls over the middle of his face. He has an ahoge that curves in a way that resembles the shape of a sickle.
He has red (crimson) eyes and a warm skin. On his right ear he wears two gold cartilage piercings, along with a red stud on his earlobe.
He wears a short sleeved red zip up hoodie with a gold colored hood, shoulder pads, bottom, pockets, and pull strings. On the back of his hoodie there's a print. The design of the print is a cartoonish beheaded head of a pig, its eyes are shaped like "X" and part of its spine is visible.
Underneath that he wears a black T-shirt whose sleeves go down to his elbows. His T-Shirt also has a print. The design of his T-Shirt features meat on the bone that has been bitten. The meat has the word "rot" written on top of it. Underneath that he wears an unbuttoned white dress shirt with red patches on the elbows. He wears gray combat fingerless gloves.
He wears grey sweatpants. The cross point and the top sides of his sweatpants are of a lighter tone of grey and are separated by a white line. His sweatpants reach a few inches above his ankles. Speaking of his ankles, he wears burgundy socks that cover them. Though, his socks are not fully visible because they're covered by the leg openings of his pants. He wears mustard yellow sneakers.
He wears a scarf made to look like the roll of film, with each frame alternating between black and yellow. Around his neck and under his scarf he wears a cross necklace, which is snagged on his hoodie so it's sideways. He has a clapperboard hanging on his left shoulder, resting on his right side.
(Art was done as a commission by my friend @laptoparmageddon , You should definitely check him out!)
All of this, however, isn't all there is to Dorian. But for now this public profile would do...
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Just a fun little character game. Fill in the below categories with 3-5 things that your character can be identified by. Repost & tag away !
EMOTIONS / FEELINGS: 01. Anger 02. Longing 03. Happiness 04. Self-doubt 05. Being closed off
COLORS: 01. Black 02. Red 03. Silver 04. Grey 05. Gold
SCENTS: 01. Trees 02. Oil 03. Exhaust 04. Apple Cider 05. Blood
CLOTHING: 01. Leather jackets 02. Jeans 03. Band t-shirts 04. Chuck Taylors 05. Jordans
OBJECTS: 01. Butterfly Knife 02. Wolf necklace from her mother 03. Keys 04. Drum set 05. Skulls
VICES / BAD HABITS: 01. Anger 02. Fighting 03. Driving too fast 04. Tequila 05. Blood
BODY LANGUAGE: 01. Crossed arms 02. Fighting stance 03. Rolling shoulders 04. Balled fists 05. Bared fangs
AESTHETICS: 01. Dark woods 02. Motorcycles 03. Diners 04. Winter 05. Muscle cars
SONGS: 01. Wolves - Selena Gomez 02. Cruise (Remix) - Florida Georgia Line ft. Nelly 03. Poster Girl - Backstreet Boys 04. Baby Boy - Sean Paul ft. Beyonce 05. Here I Go Again - Warrant
TAGGED BY: @lxvingdeadgxrl (thank you so much!)
TAGGING: Everyone who sees this!
#☾ out of fur (ooc)#☾ dash games#☾ about Kyleigh#☾ loved this one!#☾ thank you so much for tagging me!!#☾ do your thing everyone
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𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬
ft. Draken, Mitsuya, Mikey, Hanma, Sanzu
Here’s the Tokyo revengers version, as promised. These were just as fun as the first one, I hope y’all enjoy
𖤐 warnings: sanzu is a little possessive, it does get a little suggestive, but nothin crazy <3
𖤐 member of @tometpd
Draken: Gold chain
It’s a heavier gold chain, thick links, sits along it collar bones and rests in the middle of his sternum. There’s a small engraving of your name on the clasp, originally you wanted the first letter to dangle, but decided that it just wouldn’t suit Draken. (He woulda worn it regardless, of course) He loves that you fiddle with it whenever you have the chance. When the two of you shower together you run your fingers over the cold metal, when you sit in his lap you wrap it around your pretty fingers. But best of all? He loves when it hits against your parted lips as he fucks into you, loves it even more when you bite your teeth into into, trying so hard to suppress you cute whines.
Mitsuya: one of your earrings
Mitsuya already likes wearing earrings, typically he wears something plain. A simple black hoop, a cross, sometimes even a diamond stud. One day he’s at your place, you’re getting ready, fixing yourself up in the mirror. His eyes travel to your little jewelry stand, where all of your earrings dangle and look so very tempting. You’re saying something to him, but he’s not paying attention, approaching the stand and eyeing up which unique piece he likes the best. “Baby, you listening?” You finally say with a pout, looking back at him only to find him faced away from you. When he turns he has a large, familiar sunflower hanging from his ear, a large grin on his face that makes your heart flutter. “Can I keep this angel? It looks kinda cool, doesn’t it?”
Mikey: wears your hair tie in his hair
He was so used to Baji giving him an extra hair tie, him or Draken. You knew this, knew Mikey could handle himself but forget something so little like a hair tie. But it was something he seemed to always need, so you just started to give him yours. The first time you handed him a bright pink band he blinked, black orbs emotionless before a smile broke out in his lips. “A pink one, really?” “Shut up, it’s all I have”. He’s worn that same pink hair tie on his wrist, ignoring the snickers from his friends from how it stood out against his blonde hair. He was so devastated when it snapped during a fight, but he should have known you’d be prepared, having a brand new one ready to slip onto his pale wrist with a grin.
Hanma: a tattoo of your name
He thought he was done when he got his hand tattoos. They were simple, told enough about him, especially when they were smashing in the jaw of some random jackass. But he was so very wrong. He noticed how much you loved those damn tattoos, you would always trace them without realizing it. You ran your thumb over the black ink when he held your hand. You always, always scowled when your had to clean the scabs that would form on them. “You need to be more careful.” You would say into in palm, so focused on cleaning away the blood. So, when he came home with your name inked over his collar bone, that large grin plastered on his face, you couldn’t help but fall more in love. “Now ya can’t ever leave me sweetheart.” “Wasn’t planning on it, loser.”
Sanzu: your blood in a necklace
As soon as he figured out this was an actual thing you could do, he wanted to do it instantly. Sanzu was possessive, if he could have you attached at his hip he could. But alas, he couldn’t, so what better way to keep you close than to have your blood constantly around his neck? When the vile was completed he stared, holding it up for both you and him to see. You were in his lap, head slowly lifting from his shoulder to laugh softly. “It’s a little creepy babe.” “No, it’s not.” He simply muttered, giving the vile a kiss and then your lips. A grin curled, crinkling up his scars in its wake. “Now I’ll always have a little piece of you, that’s not creepy.” “Hm… it kinda is.” He made sure the necklace was secured around his neck before pinning you to the couch, letting your laughter die out against his lips.
#tokyo revengers#tokyo revengers fanfiction#tokyo revengers headcanons#tr headcanons#draken tokyo revengers#ken ryuguji#mikey tokyo revengers#sano manjiro#hanma shuji#mitsuya takashi#sanzu haruchiyo#tokyo revengers x y/n#tokyo revengers x reader#tr x reader#draken smut#mikey sano
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Oooo headcanons with tokyo rev character(s) of your choice with a reader who's a violinist or Just plays a instrument
Hope this is ok :)
꒰ ☕️ ꒱ؘ Order: black coffee ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ
꒰ ☕️ ꒱ؘ Order details: s/o who knows how to play violin/instrument
꒰ ☕️ ꒱ؘ Tags: fluff fluff and more fluff
Ft. mitsuya takashi, chifuyu matsuno, shinichiro sano
.˚🌙 ༘┊͙ mitsuya takashi ;
Let’s say you play the piano. When you first played the piano, it’s needless to say that he is amazed at your talent. When you finish, he would softly praise you and hug you from behind while kissing your cheeks or head.
I can just imagine you playing the piano while he’s stitching a plushie that his younger sister ripped.
If he and his younger sisters are over at your place and you teach his sisters how to play the piano—this boy would fall in love with you all over again. Just seeing his sisters on either side of you as you slowly teach them hot cross buns or twinkle twinkle little star BCHSISKSHK THATS SO CUTE. He would secretly take a picture or a video for memory
His sisters would ADORE you so much. (Plus if you play the piano to his sisters or teach them how to play the piano, he can cook lunch or dinner in the kitchen knowing you are watching them. THE DOMESTIC LIFEE.)
Knowing his sisters adore you means a lot to him. He practically raised them so it’s a no brainer that he would love them to bits. And just seeing the loves of his life happily smiling and enjoying your piano playing makes his heart swell with happiness.
He would be like “maybe I found the one for me in the future.”
If you have performances, he would try to make it to all of them. (Sometimes he can’t make it because of Toman duties) He would take his sisters (mainly because no one would watch over them).
Oh oh oh oh prior to the performance and when you are picking the piece, he would offer to help!! He would listen to pieces and suggest them to you. He would probably go out of his way to learn more about the piano because it was one of your passions/interests
He would feel so proud when he hears and sees you perform. And when you are done he will gift you a small bouquet of flowers and shower you with praises and affection.
Bro his sisters would be so cute. JUST IMAGINE THEM GIVING YOU THOSE PASTA NECKLACES WITH A SEASHELL IN THE MIDDLE AND JUST SAYING THAT IT WAS UR GOLD MEDAL did you guys make those necklaces or was it just my kindergarten
All in all, he will be your personal cheerleader and hypeman. He would be excited to hear you play the piano. HE WOULD BE SO SWEET I CANT
.˚🌙 ༘┊͙ chifuyu matsuno ;
Let’s say you play the violin. The first time he heard you play the violin would be at school. He was looking for you and couldn’t find you (and you weren’t answering his calls or texts and he was getting worried) so he was just frantically walking around the halls trynna find you.
But then he would stop by the music hall, knowing you play some instrument and just hear the most beautiful sound. He quietly walks over there to look and lo and behold it was you! You would just be playing the most beautiful music paganini?👀😂
👁👄👁 <— his expression I kid you not
Anyways chifuyu would stare until you finish and he would most likely scare you with the loud banging of the slide door. He would have the most amazed expression plastered on his face
“That sounds so pretty!! Play something for me again!”
He would brag about you like how Asian parents brag about their kid’s accomplishments. And his victims are probably baji and takemichi. (He could go on and on but baji would probably smack him to shut him up and takemichi would just nod and not actually be listening lmao)
Oh and Peke J would also hear non stop about your playing too!
Eventually he would want to learn it from you as well! He would love to sit beside you as you guide him which keys to press. And if he brought Peke J, you bet he will be on one of your laps.
And then you would control Peke J’s paws gently and have him play something that’s so cutee
Chifuyu would probably cry if you play a sad piece. (And he would wipe away his tears and say “I’m not crying! It’s the onions!” You would be like “Chifuyu, there’s no onions around here what are you talking about.”)
Performances = Chifuyu always there. (He would most likely drag Baji or Takemichi and Hina with him. I feel like baji would fall asleep but it’s not about him)
Back to the crying, if you perform a sad piece, by the end of the performance, you would see a swollen eyed Chifuyu, Takemichi and Hina.
Overall 10/10 would have
.˚🌙 ༘┊͙ sano shinichiro ;
The man, the simp, the legend
Let’s say you playy the koto. He is your biggest fan. #1 fan, #1 simp, #1 cheerleader. Pls he would listen to you all day if he could.
This man would probably make his ringtone one of the pieces you played. (And he would probably have a special piece dedicated for your number. So whenever mikey, baji, or Emma would hear that ringtone they would be like “s/o is calling!!”)
The black dragon members probably all heard your pieces because of the recordings Shinichiro gave them to watch. This man will gush about you to the founding members of black dragon and they would be like 🙄 “this is the fifth time you told us about her playing.”
But they will happy that you got him to be so happy.
Another thing, I feel like he would kiss your fingers and hands more often especially before performances!! (And no this isn’t just my fondness for hands showing)
Speaking of performances, he would be there! He might even drag Takeomi, wakasa even Benkei and his siblings!
He would be so proud like “that’s my girl!”
If Mikey was there he would be like “yeah the girl who rejected you 20 times.”
Now. Let’s talk about his siblings. Emma would be so intrigued. She would ask you if you could teach her! It’s just so adorable. Meanwhile the rascals aka Mikey and baji would just prefer to listen. Sometimes Mikey would ask you to play to help him fall asleep. Ahshjs this rascal.
He would support you both verbally and in the stuff you need. Like you need new finger picks? Say no more how many do you want. A year’s worth???
When you are playing, he would just be hugging you from behind with his chin on your shoulder and his eyes closed just listening to you play. It would be moments like those that he enjoys. It’s a nice change from the chaos that his siblings create.
#tokyo revengers headcanons#tokyo revengers#mitsuya x reader#mitsuya takashi#chifuyu x reader#chifuyu matsuno#shinichiro x reader#shinichiro sano#.˚☕️ ༘ black coffee#tokyo revengers x reader
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Ayame 💕
So uh months ago by now I promise @pink-and-passione that I would make a part 4 oc to befriend Eleanore and I can finally say I'm done! Under the cut because it's long (2.7k~ words), and playlist link is right here!
Full Name: Ayame Fujimoto
Nickname: None, but is open to one
Pronunciation: A-YA-MEH FOO-ZHEE-MO-TO
Name Meaning:
First: Iris (flower)
Last: Wisteria root
Age: 36 (as of 1999)
Date of Birth: June 18th, 1963
Place of Birth: Vancouver, Canada
Zodiac Sign: Gemini
Gender: Female
Pronouns: She/her
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Height: 5 ft 10 (178 cm)
Face: Picrew link
Eyes: Dark brown with medium length eyelashes.
Hair: Ayame normally keeps her hair loose and mid chest length, although occasionally she’ll have it up in a half up half down style with some of her bangs falling out of the half ponytail. It’s naturally a dark brown and slightly wavy, although some mornings she does straighten it.
Makeup: She normally wears a relatively light layer of foundation, a neutral eyeshadow color just on her eyelids and a very small amount of eyeliner and mascara. As for lips, normally a clear gloss or a slightly berry toned red lipgloss if she’s wanting to be a bit more drastic. Most of the time, she wears a bit of blush on the apples of her cheeks but not too terribly heavy.
Scars: Due to a lot of her more outdoorsy hobbies as a kid (namely exploring in the forest), her arms have a few scars and her legs do as well, but they’re all fairly faded and small scars, namely from trees or bushes scratching her deep enough that it stuck for years.
Tattoos: None
Piercings: Ayame has her ears pierced twice on each lobe although has let the second hole close up.
Casual attire: Ayame will normally wear a turtleneck or button up shirt tucked into a high waisted pair of slacks with a wide leg fit or an ankle length pleated skirt, usually made of linen or wool. Ayame is always wearing a simple brown leather belt with her skirts or pants, as it looks nice with how her shirt is tucked in. She wears a cardigan with it, whether made out of a more sheer material (such as voile) or wool, it’s always floor or ankle length. As for shoes, Ayame normally wears a pair of brown leather clogs or chunky heeled loafers that have a 2 inch heel. (Outfit inspo: 1 2 3 4)
Formal attire: Ayame normally wears a sleeveless blue sheath dress that goes to her knees and has a round neckline. She pairs it with a blazer with shoulder pads and large gold buttons to close it. Normally, she wears a somewhat chunky golden necklace that has a pearl hanging from the chain and small dangling pearl earrings. Ayame wears slightly lower shoes with this outfit, specifically slingback kitten heels in a black leather.
Sleepwear: Ayame practically always wears a silk pajama set that consists of a long sleeve button up top and pajama pants that both have floral patterns on them and are a pale blue. She also wears a pair of house slippers always.
Swimwear: She doesn’t swim super often but when she does, she wears a blue one piece that has a floral print and a sweetheart neckline. She normally pairs this with a light brown coverup top that resembles a shawl.
Accessories: Ayame pretty much always is wearing earrings although not normally anything super long, just small hoops or studs. She normally doesn't wear a lot of jewelry outside of that, although does have a few golden herringbone bracelets for special occasions or when she's not wearing long sleeves. As for other accessories, she sometimes will carry a dark brown leather cross-body purse but normally prefers to keep her outfits relatively simple.
Personality: Ayame is a very outgoing person and is really easy to talk to, as well as really good at striking up conversations with pretty much anyone. She’s a very nurturing person, especially to her family and friends, to the point where she puts others needs in front of her own maybe a bit too much. She’s a relatively calm and laid back person, not getting outwardly upset easily (although she’s very sensitive so a lot of the time if something upsets her, she doesn’t verbalize it as much in order to not hurt someone else) and is pretty levelheaded. However she can be impulsive with certain things, such as relationships, as in the past she’s tended to go from marriage to marriage and not really ever have time where she’s not with someone.
Ayame’s biggest flaw is how much she overworks herself, to the point where her entire day has to be scheduled out, including downtime, and tends to have a bit of a problem prioritizing things outside of work, like family. She’s a perfectionist and very stubborn, making a pretty frustrating combination of her redoing her work until it suits her standards. Ayame also tends to be relatively nosy and curious, which given her current relationship situation has either saved her from certain death or made the amount that she teases her boyfriend worse.
In relationships, she’s very affectionate but not in public, in private though, she’s very much the type of partner to give anyone she loves all the affection they desire. She’s not easily scared by a lot and tends to deal with fear by using humor.
Likes: Ayame is very much a person that is outdoorsy, loving spending time in the back garden of the house and just doing gardening in general. She loves the feel of the dirt beneath her fingers and just getting to do something to connect with nature like she did as a kid. Her favorite flowers are daisies and chrysanthemums, although she loves the smell of lilies and roses as well. Even though they’re pretty invasive, Ayame loves to see kudzu and how it blankets anything around it. She love photographing structures that have been overtaken by kudzu the most, although photography is one of her main hobbies and she loves seeing what others find important enough to immortalize on film. Some of her other favorite subjects are people and some of the abandoned buildings that she ends up exploring with Eleanore.
Her favorite part of her job is either the feeling of finding new and obscure artists or the one hour long special she does every Saturday and Sunday updating listeners on anything the two of them have found and gathering tips for future investigations. She loves planning social events and going to them, spending time with people in general is something Ayame really enjoys. As for how she spends time with her family, she loves cooking with them (even if she’s not the best at it, spending the time together means a lot to her), going on little drives with them, and doing crafts with them, especially helping Tsubaki build models.
Ayame collects salt and pepper shakers, mainly just the animal ones as she finds them cute, but will sometimes just buy ones that catch her eye. Speaking of food, she really enjoys seafood, especially salmon, and bannock bread, the latter of which remind her of home. Ayame absolutely adores getting engrossed in a mystery and the rewarding feeling of finally cracking the code behind it.
Dislikes: Ayame hates having her routine disrupted or having a day where she does nothing, as she gets slightly antsy if she has nothing planned for the day. She doesn’t particularly like really crowded public spaces, more-so enjoying the feeling of small parties and social gatherings, as it gives her a chance to talk to everyone that she wants to talk to, instead of a big crowd. She’s not a super big fan of public affection, the most she tends to do is holding hands and occasionally a cheek kiss, but just prefers to save her affections for at home. Ayame doesn’t really enjoy closed spaces, not that it’s necessarily a phobia, but just prefers being outside and in bigger areas in general.
As well, she hates having to drive in non ideal conditions like snow and rain, especially at night, and if she has to drive in those conditions, she goes against her normal tendencies to never arrive late and takes her time on the roads a lot more than normal. She doesn’t really understand the appeal of sports or card games although will play the latter if someone wants her to. Ayame will fully refuse to do mazes though, it’s just not something she gains any enjoyment from. She hates the sound of bells because they’re a bit too high pitched for her ears and the sound of drums are a bit too loud on their own. In terms of clothing, Ayame hates fitted clothing, much preferring the comfort of slightly loose fitted items, because of how lanky she is, she prefers how it looks. She also can’t stand hats, as it’s already a struggle to get her hair to lay smooth and hats tend to cover that work up and also make things really frustrating when she takes it off.
Ayame cannot stand the kinds of perfume and cologne that have really strong scents and are overbearing (she normally wears a very light floral perfume), and being around people that wear them tends to make her very nauseous. She doesn’t have a phobia of dogs, simply prefers cats because they’re a bit more cuddly. In terms of art, she really can’t stand abstract art, preferring when things clearly express a scene and emotion. Ayame’s biggest dislike is easily being alone romantically, as she tends to very much rush into new relationships to fill the void that a previous partner left.
Phobias: Being alone, missing out on opportunities with people, snakes
Habits: Ayame tends to snap her fingers a lot if she’s thinking, and tends to hum or sing a lot if she’s along or on the way home from work. She also tends to roll her wrists in a clockwise and counterclockwise if they feel tight. A lot of the time she’ll talk to herself as that’s what she’s used to for her job.
Favorite color: Light blue, specifically something like #AECBEF
Favorite movie: Either Gentlemen Prefer Blondes or An Affair To Remember, she really enjoys romantic musicals
Backstory: Her parents moved from Japan to Canada in the late 1950s, after they had been married for a couple years, and she was born in 1963. When she was young, Ayame was involved in a million hobbies and after school activities simply because she didn’t really know what she was interested in, and wanted to try a wide variety of stuff in order to find out what she wanted to do for her career. By the time that she had gotten into high school, she had settled into a slightly more relaxed schedule, and was interning at her local radio station.
Her entire college experience was tied between working a part time job, interning, and focusing hard on getting the best grades in school as she possibly could. In her sophomore year of college, her parents adopted her younger brother and she tried to also cram spending more time at home into her already packed schedule. When she did end up graduating college with a BA in communications, Ayame wanted to settle down and get married practically right away, as honestly she hadn’t had any time for dating while in college. She met the perfect man, someone a bit older than her and a lawyer, at a local bar and they hit it off right away. The two of them married a year later in 1986 and discussed plans for adoption right away, saving up for a couple years to make sure they had enough for the fees. They ended up adopting from one of their friends that was one of Ayame’s underclassmen and didn’t want the baby.
The three of them lived in bliss until her husband died in a car accident. Unfortunately for Ayame, she was suspected pretty badly by the police, but was ultimately declared innocent, as the car accident was just that, an accident. It didn’t change a lot of the town’s perceptions of her, and eventually it got bad enough that she worried for her daughter’s safety so moved to her parents’ birth town of Morioh. Ayame is very much a person that tends to jump right into relationships, and her next husband was a rebound from the extreme loneliness that she felt before moving. She married him in late 1992, just months after moving and meeting him, and she felt the hole in her heart slowly begin to mend.
Her husband worked for the NPA, although had interest in some of the local murders and had been investigating them on the side of his job. Ayame meanwhile, had been relatively involved in her daughter’s school life and had balanced out working as a radio host and taking care of her now six year old daughter about as much as she could. When Tsubaki had her entrance ceremony, Ayame met Shinobu, another mom with a kid entering the same school, and they hit it off almost instantly. They ended up exchanging phone numbers and stayed in contact via calling and sending letters to each other and getting to be closer and closer friends over time.
Years passed and Ayame’s marriage grew happier and happier, as she had worked to schedule more time in between work and her newfound hobby of investigating some of the oddities in Morioh in order to spend time with her family. But on a winter day in 1997, her second husband was murdered, although she didn’t really have any proof for that other than a hunch, as he wasn’t the type to leave her. She had already been through the worst of her mourning with her first husband, but not having a solid idea of what had happened made it worse somehow, so Ayame pretty much poured all her time into work, Tsubaki, and the blossoming friendships with Eleanore and Shinobu. As the year went on, Shinobu and Ayame got closer until they were practically dating, the only thing holding them back from fully doing so being her marriage to Kosaku.
Family: Tsubaki, her daughter is pretty much the most important person in Ayame’s life, as they get along really well and she was a big help in keeping Ayame from falling into a worse depression after her first husband died. Tsubaki is a relatively normal ten year old, although she’s very friendly with strangers and has a passion for building model cars and baking. They’re very very close and Ayame tries her very best to be the best mom that she can be for Tsubaki.
As for her parents, they cut contact with her in 1991, right after the accident, but around 1997, Ayame tried to reconnect the relationship. It’s been a bit rocky, but things are slowly getting back to as close as the three of them were when Ayame was young. Despite the time where the three of them didn’t talk, Ayame and her brother never really cut contact and he’s one of her closest confidantes despite them living countries away.
Friends: Her closest friend has to be Eleanore (Rosa’s oc), as they run a little investigation together into the stranger things going on in Morioh, and Ayame very much sees Eleanore as a little sister figure due to their age gap. Ayame is also relatively close to her fellow radio hosts and some of the teachers at school, as she’s really involved in her daughter’s life.
Relationship status: Dating Shinobu, which somehow came with the side effect of dating Kosaku as well
Pet(s): Doesn’t have time for any, but is a cat person and would love to adopt an elderly cat if given the opportunity
Occupation: Radio host for the local station in Morioh
Languages: Japanese and English
Stand name: Butterfly Love (after the Jim Reeves song)
Stand abilities/other info about it: Butterfly Love’s power isn’t particularly combat suited, but it can extract the pollen from plants and store it, only able to release in a pollen cloud with a very small radius of around 2 feet around Ayame.
Other: Her voice is similar to Akina Nakamori’s! Ayame normally has her nails painted with a nude or light pink but doesn’t do anything other than a simple one color polish.
#dude idk what i used to tag my oc stuff as like organizationally?#ayame tag#putting the playlist link in is like smth i always forget but since ive been working on her for so long the playlist is kinda long sdjkfsdf#the voice claim is also kinda close to how id envision her to look irl <3#also sorry for having to link to a yt song but the song is NOT on spotify and im pissy about it#jjba
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Golden
A self indulgent story ft. a very soft boyfriend!h
A/N: Wow, I feel like I am going to throw up. I wrote this a couple weeks ago, with honestly no real intention to post it. But with all these golden music video rumors, now just felt like the perfect time. So here it is! This never would have happened without the kindness and encouragement from @for-fucks-sake-h, @andwhenshesays, @idk-who-she-is, and @smokeinherperfume. And a very special thank you to @oh-honey-styles who read through every small piece of progress and encouraged me practically every single day for the past two weeks. I love you all! Anyway, here is my first ever official piece of writing. I hope you enjoy it!
Word count: 1.7k
She is beautiful. The way she is curled up on the couch, legs pulled up to her chest, hands pressed between her face and the pillow. Harry sits across the room watching as her eyelashes lightly press against her cheeks and her shoulders move slowly with each inhale. The sunlight is casting a slight golden hue around the room. She was almost too bright for him.
He sits there in complete awe—watching her rest so peacefully. He wonders what she might be dreaming of. Because ever since they met, he only dreams of her.
Quickly, he stands up from his chair, and walks out of the room, careful not to make too much noise. Entering his bedroom, he walks straight towards the built in bookshelves to the right and grabs his camera off the shelf, quickly checking to make sure it’s charged.
Harry slowly tiptoes back into the living room, stopping behind the couch to make sure she is still asleep. As he peers down at her, he desperately wants to reach down and move the stray piece of hair that has fallen across her face, but he resists out of fear of ruining the moment. Instead he holds his camera up to his face, adjusting the settings and snapping his first picture. She stirs slightly at the sound of the camera's shutter but remains asleep.
Harry walks around the couch, back to the chair across from her. He snaps a couple more photos, changing the angles and adjusting his focus, trying to catch the way the soft light of the setting sun drapes over her face.
After taking at least a dozen photos he starts to look through them, surprised that his amature photography skills were actually able to capture the beautiful image in front of him.
As he flicks through each photo on his camera he hears a soft shuffling coming from the direction of the couch. Looking up he sees her eyes still closed, arms and legs stretching along the couch. He quickly tucks the camera into the drawer of the side table next to his chair.
As she opens her eyes she sees Harry looking right back at her with a gentle smile on his face.
“Hello beautiful,” Harry softly speaks.
She smiles softly back in his direction, closing her eyes again.
“Hi,” she mumbles.
Again, she opens her eyes slowly, immediately catching his gaze. She stretches her arms out in a silent invitation for him to come join her in the small sliver of space on the couch. She’s desperate to feel the comfort of his warm body against hers. Harry slowly stands and takes the few steps over to the couch. Grabbing her hand, he gently pulls her up so he can better fit himself against her. With her head now resting on top of Harry's arm and her right knee slotted between his, she looks up at his face. Her eyes first gaze over his chin, admiring the slightly grown out facial hair. Slowly scanning upwards taking in the soft rosey color of his lips, noticing the slight sunburn on his nose from being out on the boat earlier, and finally catching his green eyes.
“Wish I could take a picture of you,” she whispers.
A quick zip of panic rushes up Harry’s spine, making his back stiffen up slightly. Does she know? Searching her face for any sign that she’s hinting at something, he realizes all he sees is genuine admiration. He relaxes into her, leaning down to press his lips softly against hers. It’s a gentle kiss filled with so many unsaid declarations of happiness and love.
Pulling away she looks back up, meeting his eyes that are already staring into hers. “I’m hungry,” she mumbles.
Throwing his head back, Harry lets out a loud laugh, always finding her honesty and poor timing incredibly endearing.
“Well let's get you something to eat then,” he says bringing his eyes back to hers, a huge smile spread across his face.
9 months later
Harry was putting the finishing touches on his dinner spread. Tonight they were celebrating their one year anniversary. Well, one year of knowing each other at least. But since Harry travels so much, he tries to take advantage of any celebration he can with her.
They opted for a relaxing dinner at home, where they could be comfortable and focused on only each other. Harry put himself in charge of preparing the whole evening. So after lunch he surprised her with an afternoon at the spa, having to push her out the door just a little bit.
While she was out, Harry got busy trying to make their night special. Cooking a simple but delicious pasta dish, hanging up some gold and silver decorations he found in the garage, and formally setting the dining table with their favorite red wine. On their trip to Italy last month they became obsessed with this wine, which resulted in her trying to fit as many bottles as she could into her luggage.
Pouring the wine into their glasses, Harry hears the faint sound of the front door opening and closing. Looking at the clock on the oven, he smiles to himself. “Right on time,” he mumbles under his breath while walking to the door with an excited hop in his step.
“Hello love,” he greets her, wrapping her up in his arms and placing a kiss to her forehead. “How was the spa?”
“Mmm, could have stayed there all day,” she says into his chest. Slowly moving her head so her chin is resting against his cross necklace, her eyes meeting his. “Thank you,” she says, reaching up to place a quick kiss to his lips.
Smiling down at her, he unwraps his arms, grabbing her hand to lead her into the dinning room. Her eyes dance around every detail in the room. From the beautifully set table to the shimmery decorations, her eyes can’t seem to focus on one thing.
“Wow Harry. It’s beautiful,” she beams while leaning into his side.
“Come on, let’s celebrate,” Harry says, taking her hand and leading her to the table. Grabbing their wine glasses, he hands one to her.
Raising his glass to hers. “To one year,” he says, smiling and tapping their glasses together.
After finishing dinner they continue to sit around the table, drinking wine while laughing and sharing their favorite memories over the last year. She was currently laughing at Harry’s dramatic retelling of the time she forgot she had invited him over for dinner and a movie, before they had officially started dating. She answered the door in a bubbling face mask and eyes as wide as the pepperonis on the mostly eaten pizza in her living room.
As her laughs start to die down, Harry looks at her with a smile that makes his eyes crinkle at the corners. She eventually makes eye contact with him again and they just look at each other, smiling like idiots and absorbing the other’s happiness.
“I have a gift for you,” Harry says breaking the silence.
“What?! Another one?!”
Harry simply nods while releasing a quiet “Mhm,” and slowly standing up.
“Okay now I’m starting to feel bad. The only gift I had planned for you was a pretty amazing blow job followed by some equally amazing sex.”
Harry looks back at her with raised eyebrows and amusement dancing in his eyes. “Now those are two gifts I am very excited for.” He leans down to place a kiss to her lips before walking out of the dining room.
Sitting up straight, she places her wine glass on the table and straightens her top. Popping his head in from around the corner, he flashes his bright smile at her. “Close your eyes,” he instructs.
With a silly smile, she closes her eyes. She hears Harry walk back into the room and around her chair. She could feel him standing across from her. She raises one eyebrow, hoping he is watching her, to tell him she is getting a little impatient.
Harry speaks in a silky smooth voice, “Ok… open your eyes.”
She opens them slowly, first focusing on his face before looking down at the two picture frames held in his hands. She takes in a small gasp at the warm golden images of her. Instantly her mind transports her back to that afternoon. She had accidentally fallen asleep on the couch while Harry brought in the bags and towels they had brought for their day on the boat. She remembers how gorgeous he looked when she woke up from her nap. How the sun was shining into the room, casting a bronze hue around them, and the white curtains blowing with the wind.
She stands up from her chair, taking a step closer to him, and slowly running her finger tips along the frames.
“Harry... these are beautiful.” She could feel her cheeks starting to heat up and the prickle in the back of her eyes becoming stronger. She rarely ever cries, and is fighting back the feeling to do so right now. This is how Harry sees her, glowing and radiant. She looks up into his eyes, but before she could speak Harry interjects. “I just wanted a reminder of how beautiful you are. Then I realized how incredible these would look in the living room, and how much they make me smile. I wanted to share that with you.”
Placing her hand at the back of his neck, she reaches up to kiss him. Holding him against her lips, trying to transfer all of her feelings into that kiss. She pulls back and looks up into his emerald eyes. “Thank you,” she whispers, lips gently brushing over his.
Grabbing the frames out of his hand, she gently leans them against the wall. Taking his hand in hers, she begins to lead him out of the room. “We can hang those up tomorrow. Right now I have some gifts I need to give you.”
Thank you so much for reading! 💕
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Mrs. William Rice (Margaret Norton) was born on Glasses Lane in Athlone, Co Westmeath, Ireland on October 5, 1872.
Coming from a Roman Catholic family, she was the daughter of James Norton (b. 1819), a railway official, and Mary Carty (b. 1848). They had married around 1869.
Her known siblings were: Michael (b. circa 1871), Patrick (b. circa 1873), James (b. 3 Feb 1877) and George (b. 3 Oct 1879).
From at least the early 1870s, the Norton family lived at Glasses Lane in Athlone; her mother died there on January 13, 1885 as a result of tuberculosis.
Margaret was married in St Mary's Church, Athlone on June 18, 1898 to an Englishman from Surrey, William Rice (b. circa 1876), a soldier and the son of a fishmonger; his address was stated as the military barracks in Athlone whilst Margaret was described as a "factory girl" whose address was Glasses Lane.
The couple made their home at North Gate Street, Athlone and whilst there welcomed their first child, William James who arrived on April 13, 1899. The child lived less than two months and died on May 31, 1899; he had swallowed his pacifier four days previous and never recovered, dying after a series of convulsions.
The sorrowing couple made their first leap and made their home in London and whilst there, in 1902, another son arrived, Albert. Their stay in Britain proved short-lived and at the beginning of 1903 they made plans to cross the Atlantic. In March (?) 1903 the family of three arrived in Montréal, Québec and were to become four later in the year when another child arrived on 30 November 1903, George. They made their way west and settled in Ontario where William Rice worked as a clerk, first at Carleton Place and later in Toronto. Whilst there another two sons were born, Eric (b. August 24, 1905) and Arthur (b. August 18, 1907).
The entire family crossed into the USA from Canada in January, 1909 and Margaret gave her contact as her brother Michael Norton in Athlone.
She was described as standing at 5' 5" and with brown hair and eyes. Her husband William was described as a steam fitter standing at 5' 9" and with a light complexion and fair hair and blue eyes. They made their home in Spokane, Washington and whilst there their youngest child was born, Francis (b. 13 September 1909).
Her husband worked at the Great Northern tracks at Hillyard; he was crushed by an engine on January 24, 1910 and later died at the Sacred Heart Hospital.
Margaret and her children appear on the 1910 US census living at 435 Sheridan Street, Hillyard, Spokane; with a payout she received from the railroad company as recompense for her husband's death Margaret and her sons soon returned to Ireland where they still had relatives and they appear on the 1911 census living at Castle Street in Athlone with her young niece, Sligo-born Kathleen Norton, the daughter of her brother Michael.
With perhaps the stay in Ireland not intended to be permanent the family soon made plans to return to Spokane, possibly convinced to do so by several others from their locality who would be making a crossing of the Atlantic aboard the Titanic.
Other people from in or around Athlone that Margaret and her sons would be travelling with included: former Glasses Lane neighbour Eugene Daly, Bridget Mulvihill, Margaret Daly and Bridget Henry. She and her sons travelled under ticket number 382652 which had cost £29, 2s, 6d and they boarded Titanic at Queenstown as third class passengers.
On the night of the sinking, Bridget Mulvihill reported that she saw Mrs. Rice stood on either the boat deck or A-deck, clutching her youngest son to her breast and with the other boys holding on to her skirts. The entire family was lost in the sinking and only Mrs Rice's body (#12) was recovered by the Mackay Bennett and identified:
NO. 12. - FEMALE. - ESTIMATED AGE 40. - HAIR. DARK.
CLOTHING - Black velvet coat; jacket and skirt; blue cardigan; black apron; black boots and stockings.
EFFECTS - Wedding ring; keeper, and another gold; locket and photo; one jet one bead Necklace; gold brooch in bag; £3 in gold; £4 in Irish notes; gold broach; plain gold wag earrings; charm round neck; B. V. M. ; false teeth in upper jaw; £10 note; box pills.
PROBABLY THIRD CLASS
No. 12 Female - Height, 5 ft. 5 in.; Weight, 140 lbs.
Age, about 40
Hair, black, turning grey
Marks, False Upper Teeth
Buried at Mount Olivet Cemetery, Halifax, N.S.
Shoes marked "Parsons Sons, Athlone"; medallion round neck marked "B.V.M."; wore wedding ring, keeper and another gold ring; locket and photo; one jet and one bead necklace.
She was identified as Roman Catholic by her rosary and as Margaret Rice by her box of pills prescribed on April 9, 1912. She was buried in Mount Olivet Cemetery in Halifax, Nova Scotia. (x)
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All right, I got tagged by @blacksuitofdoom (tysm—these are great!) in one of those fun games we all love on here!
1. Who is your idol? Idk... honestly I don’t have one. I never have.
2. If you could travel ANYWHERE in the world, where would you go? Probably specific locations in Britain, Germany, Austria, Poland, and Russia. Hit all the stops where my favorite writers lived.
3. What decorates the walls of your room? Nothing, actually—the singular item on there is a corkboard jam-packed full of letters, necklaces/charms, my writing, poetry, artwork, collages, maos I’ve drawn for my writing, and some pictures of Loki/Tom Hiddleston.
4. Favourite colour combination? Forest green and gold/deep royal blue with silver and mahogany.
5. What’s on the top of your bucket list? Hmm... seeing as I honestly Do Not Have a bucket list I can’t say. But of all the things I’d Really Love To Do be a traditionally published author is at the top.
6. Height? 5’2
7. Favourite Animal? Horses and Irish Setters.
8. What’s the last song you listened to? Instrumental-wise: Crossroads by Abel Korzeniowski. Lyrical? Fade Away by Tommee Proffitt ft Ruelle.
9. Last movie you saw in theaters? Avengers: End Game. I know, I don’t get out much.
10. Comfort food/favourite food? Comfort: cookies of any variety or danishes. Favourite: salmon (cooked and marinated in a pan using butter, garlic, and Italian seasoning) with steamed lightly salted or cheesy broccoli (or French green beans) and fluffy white rice.
11. Book you’re currently reading? Becoming Mrs. Lewis by Patti Callahan and The Hazel Wood by Melissa Albert.
12. Why did the chicken cross the road? Because it was a joke about suicide.
13. Your favourite season and three things about it? I legitimately do not have a favourite season. I love them all. But I think the end of the year is my absolute favourite of the entire year—the Holidays are coming one by one, there are TONNES of family birthdays just right on top of each other. The weather breaking, sweater and scarf and hat days, Christmas lights. It’s wonderful!
14. You are about to get in a fight, what song comes on? Stronger by The Score 😂
15. If you won the lottery tomorrow what’s the first thing you would buy? Property to build on and horses. Also a Lot of Books.
16. What fictional world would you want to live in? Idk, my own, honestly? I know, real pathetic. 😂
17. If you had to learn a completely new language what would it be? Spanish or Arabic. Teutonic languages are always gonna own my soul, however. 💗
18. Do you wear socks to bed? Not a lot. It really depends. But not usually. Only in the wintertime.
19. If you could choose only one celebrity or athlete to make out with, who would it be? Tie between Tom Hiddleston and Matthias Schoenaerts.
20. If you could only watch one movie for the rest of your life, what would it be? A Little Chaos.
21. Who’s your favourite player/celebrity and what’s your favourite thing about them? Tom Hiddleston — just how he thinks and carries himself through every situation. He’s someone to be admired and to be inspired by.
22. Do you collect anything? You mean besides sweaters, plaid button down shirts, my unfinished novels/fanfics that I write, books, scarves, and yarn? Uhhh... charms and rocks I suppose. Notebooks...
23. Favourite smell? Peppermint, Rosemary, cinnamon, cloves, books, and horses.
Tagging: @turniptitaness @detrans-american-girl @theindependentconservative @dkmbookworm @the-haven-of-fiction and anyone else who would want to join in! It’s fun for everyone!
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The Assistant: Chapter One
Pairing: You x Cha Cha
Word Count: 3.8k
Genre: Fluff
Coming out to Seoul, South Korea, you'd never expect to be working for the Cha Cha Malone, You had originally come to AOMG to learn the ins and outs of the music industry, hoping to become a producer, yourself, in the future. After frequenting the building on numerous occasions, in hopes of securing a position within the company. So when you received a phone call, one night after a long day of job searching, you couldn't help but do your happy dance in your pajamas and bunny slippers. You were told about an opening at AOMG, thankful you wouldn't have to resort to working fast food to pay the bills.
The next morning, you made sure to wake up and hour earlier than usual. Getting out the shower and picking your outfit, you decided on a pair of olive green slacks and a cream-colored button-up, matching the latter with your cream pumps with the gold detailing. You slicked your curly hair into a low ponytail with a deep side part, making sure to fleek the baby hairs on the perimeter of your hairline perfectly. You kept your makeup simple, but bold, by wearing a BB cream, a pair of false lashes, and a vivid, cranberry liquid lipstick. Not to mention, your eyebrows were also done to perfection.
Grabbing your keys, cell phone, and purse, you headed out the door and into the brisk autumn air, quickly hopping into your car and starting it. Your car’s Bluetooth automatically connected to your phone and you began to scroll through your music, deciding to play Jay Park’s Everything You Wanted album on your commute. You bopped you head to Me Like Yuh as you wove through the morning Seoul traffic, lightly drumming on the steering wheel. Pulling into the AOMG parking lot, your favorite song on the album started: Feature ft. Cha Cha Malone. Looking at the clock on your dashboard, you were still fifteen minutes early and decided that you had enough time to ‘jam out to this bop real quick.’
“Wanna grab you by ya booty, ya booty,” you sang out, grooving in the driver’s seat until you happened to make eye contact with someone coming out of their car, and immediately froze, almost turning a bright red while you scrambled through the passenger seat for your phone, turning the music off. You looked back up at them slowly, finding them still staring at you through your car window. You smiled awkwardly and gave a small wave toward the spectator and they quickly proceeded to the building’s entrance. “Great,” you sighed to yourself, gathering your belongings and turning off your car, exiting briefly. “The foreigner made a fool out of herself on the first day.” You walked towards the main entrance, ensuring not to add to your embarrassment by tripping and falling on your face as well. “At least I’m early,” you said pushing open the giant glass door. You proceeded to walk up to the front desk to check in.
“First and last name?” the receptionist inquired with a welcoming smile. You tell her your name while pulling out your ID to hand to her as well. After typing something into the computer, she hands you a badge with your name printed on it as well as the AOMG logo. “This is yours, and you can go ahead and have a seat over there. Mr. Malone will be with you shortly,” she pointed to a waiting area with a coffee table, clad with numerous magazines.
“Okay tha-” you started to bow before fully comprehending her words. “Sorry, maybe I didn't hear you clearly. Did you just say Malone as in-?”
“Cha Cha Malone,” a deep voice cut you off from behind you. You spun around to see Cha Cha, in the flesh, looking fine as hell in a navy blue suit and a blinding white smile. You picked your jaw off the floor before bowing and sticking your hand out to shake his simultaneously, not knowing which to do first.
“My name is-”
“I know who you are,” Cha Cha smiled even brighter, taking your hand to shake it. “With a resume like that, how could I not know who you are?”
A small “oh,” was all you could manage, as your eyes fell to your still-connected hands and you face began to heat up at the contact. Cha Cha nonchalantly dropped your hand and guided you towards the elevator, looking over his shoulder to see if you were still following. You shyly smile back at his cuteness.
“You don't seem very excited for your first day,” he playfully frowned, pushing the button to call the elevator to the first floor.
“Well, of course, I'm excited,” you frowned back, shrugging your shoulders. “But there are probably tons of other candidates applying for the same position, so I don't want to get my hopes up too high, in case I don't get picked.” You were lying; your hopes were sky-high and you were already doing backflips in your head.
“You already have it,” Cha Cha said simply as the elevator dang, indicating that it had arrived, and he boarded. “The position is yours.”
“What?” You blinked, feet froze in place. The elevator doors almost closed on you before he stopped them, motioning for you to also board. “I-I-...” you tried to form a sentence. “But, how?” was all you could come up with.
“Well,” he began, placing a long, tanned finger on his chiseled chin, pretending to be deep in thought. “Let me put it this way: If someone was sending in their resume every week, for say-How long have you been in Seoul?” he interrupted himself.
“Two months,” you squeaked out.
“For the past two months,” he continued, “a very impressive resume by the way, wouldn't you want to hire them off of pure dedication alone?”
“ I guess,” you said to the gold buckles on your shoes, finding it harder to make eye contact with him after such flattery.
“ I thought Minji explained this to you over the phone.” He punched the button for the 7th floor, after what felt like an eternity of being in a still elevator.
“She probably did.” you finally looked up, still not meeting his eyes, instead, choosing to speak to his full lips. “You see, my Korean is still a little rusty, so some of what she said kind of went right over my head.” Cha Cha only chuckled in response, petting the top of your head and exiting the elevator as soon as the doors opened. You followed close behind, filing out of the elevator into a long hallway. At the end of the hallway was a door marked Studio A with a small glass window at the top. Cha Cha punched in the code and opened the door.
“And this,” he gestured for you to enter first, “is where the magic happens.” You found yourself picking your jaw up off of the ground for a second time that morning as your eyes explored the room, trying to take in every detail before you woke up from this oh-so-realistic dream you were in.
“I'm just kidding,” Chacha plopped into a big leather desk chair, behind the soundboard. “We don't do actual magic in here, just some really dope music, and sometimes we just play around.” He looked at you to say something.
Silence
“What? You never been in a recording studio before?”
“Never,” You released a breath you didn't know you were holding in.
“ Then how'd you make all those dope ass mixes?” He sat up in his chair.
“GarageBand,” you admitted. Did he listen to your music?
“Well then you're really in for a treat today,” he chuckled, pulling his wallet out of his blazer pocket and sliding out a black credit card reaching out to give it to you. “Go to that coffee shop down the street and get two hot americanos and whatever you want of course.” You give him a puzzled look as you take the card into your digits, like some sacred ancient document that shouldn't be held with bare hands. “Did you forget you were my assistant?” he questioned sternly.
“No,” you lied. “Sorry sir,” you mutter in Korean, bowing politely. “Thank you, sir,” bowing once more.
“ Cha Cha is fine,” the man laughed out loud. “And English is also fine.”
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“Stupid, stupid stupid,” you lightly smacked your forehead in the driver’s seat of your car. “Sorry, sir” “thank you, sir,” you mocked yourself before pulling out of the driveway, heading to the coffee shop. You hoped that your first and most simple task wouldn't be disrupted by your apparent incompetence today.
---
On the way back from picking up the coffee, your frustration slowly dissolved, a wide grin appearing on your face as your recalled being complimented by Cha Cha-freaking-Malone, one of the most infamous producers in the Korean hip-hop game right now.
The gleeful moment did not last long, however, as you were reminded once more that today was indeed one filled with unfortunate events. You pursed your lips, fixing your face into a scowl as you glared at the giant black SUV that took your previous parking spot. “How lucky am I today? You began circling the parking lot.
---
“Hey sorry I took so long, you use your back to push open the door to Studio A, walking backwards into the room. “Some idiot in a black Escalade took my spot, so I had to circle the block like 100 times to finally find parking. I hope your drinks aren’t col-” you spun around, expecting only one body, but finding two.
“I wanted to introduce you to Mr. Lee Seong-Hwa,” Cha Cha spoke “a.k.a. the idiot who took your parking spot a.k.a.-”
“Gray,” you finished with a blank stare, unsure if you were more starstruck or mortified at this moment.
More silence
“She’s cute and feisty. Can we keep her?” Gray pouted at Cha Cha, hopping off of his seat atop the counter to cross the room to you. The artist was wearing a white knit long sleeve that hung off his body like it was made specifically for him. The low neckline of the top revealed his collarbones in a way that made you lick your lips and the exposed skin. The gold chain necklace he wore dangled right above his clavicle, and a pair of distressed denim jeans clung to his lengthy legs as he stalked towards you. You couldn't help but stare wide-eyed at the sight before you. “And you are?’ he made such intense, overwhelming eye contact as he lifted the drinks from your hands, causing the words to get stuck in your throat.
“She’s my new assistant,” Cha Cha answered for you, causing Gray’s head to snap behind himself, attention shifting back to Cha Cha for a moment.
“I’m his new assistant,” you repeated, Gray’s eyes shifting back to yours once more and you can feel the heat radiating off of your cheeks.
“Since we’ve had our introductions,” the producer claps his hands together, “let’s get started with this session, yeah?”
“Of course, boss,” Gray plopped the coffees into Cha Cha’s lap, blowing you a kiss once he stepped inside the booth.
---
The recording session went so smoothly and effortlessly. The two men switched off between recording and engineering so flawlessly that you would've thought it was rehearsed, had you not known better. The best you could do was scribble some notes in your journal and try not to blink in an effort of not missing anything. You wanted to be able to absorb as much knowledge (and wishfully, talent) as you possibly could for one session.
Gray's voice was deep, almost robotic when he rhymed, rapping formulaically and to a beat that seemed to sync with the one in your chest. Cha Cha, on the other hand, approached the mic in a more passionate way. His singing came from somewhere deep and it sounded different than anything else the producer had written before.
---
“So what did you think?” Gray asked, resting one arm on your shoulder while you sat on the lounge couch that was to the right of the door, facing the entirety of the studio. You shrunk a bit under his touch, unexpecting of it.
“I really enjoyed the track actually. The contrast of your guys’ voices really gives the song character. Not to mention the piano in the background. That was you, wasn’t it Gray?” he nodded. “I love when contemporary artists put actual instruments into their music instead of just everything coming off an eclectic soundboard. It gave the song such a classical flare.” you grinned, looking up at the man, and he smiled cheekily back down at you.
Cha Cha was currently putting some final touches on another track whilst the two of you chatted.
“Since y'all are already taking a break, why don’t you get us some lunch?” Cha Cha said, not turning his chair, nor his head around to face anyone.
“It's ok,” you reassured the men, “you guys probably have a lot to work on still. I can go alone, what do you want to eat?” You grabbed your pen to jot down the men's requests.
“Nah its cool,” Gray insisted. “I have a really complicated order. I’ll come with you… and I’ll pay.”
“Oh okay” was all you could muster before Gray had already pulled you out the studio and down the hallway. “You can let go of my wrist now before you disconnect it from the rest of my body.” He dropped the limb as soon as you two entered the elevator, apologizing repeatedly. “It's alright,” you reassured him, massaging your sore arm socket. You pressed the button to the lobby floor.
“Let's take my car,” he led you out of the lobby, towards your stollen parking space, this time more gently, opting to grab your hand, rather than your wrist. You smiled to yourself at the thought of your hand being held by a famous person, and such a good looking one at that.
“Okay,” you agreed, “only so we don't have to walk all the way to where I'm parked. Also, I’m driving.”
“What?” Gray objected. “Why would I let Cha Cha’s assistant drive my car?”
“Because,” you let go of his hand and walked towards the driver’s side of the SUV. “If you drive anything like you walk, I’m not getting in this death trap with you.”
“Point,” he held up his index finger.
“Keys, please” you held out both hands and the singer reached into his back pocket, tossing them to you. Unlocking the doors, you took a big step up, reaching up to hold on to the handles, in an attempt to enter such a huge vehicle. You felt two large, warm hands on either side of your waist and turned your head to see Gray helping push you up into the driver’s seat. Once settled, you felt cold where his hands once were. You started the car and turned on the heater.
“You're so damn short,” he laughed, still standing on the driver's side, holding the door wide open, preventing you from closing it. “Do your feet even touch the pedals?” he teased, grabbing at your ankle.
“I'll have you know,” you kicked his hand away, “that I am the average height of women in the U.S.”
“Wow did you look that up all by yourself?”
“Look,” you rolled your eyes playfully. “Either you get in this car, or ill leave you right here. It makes no difference to me.” you smiled as you watched him jog over to the passenger door. You were finally able to fully shut yours and feel the full effect of the car’s heater. He quickly hopped into the warmth of the vehicle. You both fastened your seatbelts and you pulled out onto the road. “So what did y'all want to eat? Do you have Cha Cha’s number?”
“I’ll ask him what he's in the mood for,” the man quickly typed up a message and hit ‘send.’ Not even ten seconds later, his phone vibrated with a reply text. “He wants pizza,” Gray announced, placing his phone back in his pocket and folding his hands behind his head.
“Seriously?” you scoffed. “Pizza? We could've just stayed back at the studio and gotten that delivered.”
“The guy wants what he wants. Plus, if we hadn't left, I wouldn't have been able to show you this,” Gray uncrossed his hands, sat up, and pressed a button on the car’s dashboard.
“Show me what- oh warm.” you hummed, pleased with the car’s built-in seat heaters. Gray sat back in his seat, satisfied with your reaction.
“Make a left up here,” he pointed out. “There’s a good spot right up here.”
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“So what toppings do you like?” Gray asked when you two finally found parking on the crowded streets.
“Hm,” you placed a finger on your chin. “I’m good with the usual pepperoni. What about you? What did you have in mind.”
“Pepperoni's good. What about corn?” Gray began to exit the car.
“Corn on pizza?” your eyes were probably bugging out of your head at the moment, not to mention the wind had hit you the exact moment you opened your door, probably causing you to make an even uglier face. To your misfortune, Gray had seen all of it.
“You really hate corn that much?” he chuckled, jogging around the car to your side to help you jump down.
“No,” you threw your arms around yourself as soon as your feet touched the ground. “It's freezing.”
“Ahh, you're cold,” he held his hand out. “Keys please.” You tossed them back to him. Probably as fast as you've ever seen someone, he had popped the trunk, went through the back, pulled out a jacket and had it draped over your shoulders in a matter of seconds. “I don't know why you didn't bring a jacket.”
“In my defense,” you pulled your arms through the sleeves. “Fall in California is way different. I wouldn't even need to wear pants most of the time.” Gray arched an eyebrow at your wording and you became a stuttering mess. “Y-you know w-what I mean,” you playfully smacked his side with the loose end of your sleeve that your arm didn't reach. “Shorts, skirts, dress, summer clothes, you pervert.” You two began walking towards the entrance of the pizza shop.
“Do you miss it?”
“Well,” you hesitated. “Yeah… eternal summers, the beach with my friends”
“Don't look so sad,” Gray wrapped his arm around both of your shoulders, pulling you into the storefront. “We’re here.”
“This feels expensive,” you flailed your arms in small circles in front of yourself as you walked.
“It is.”
“Oh,” you halted all movement. The smell of pizza dough being baked and cheese being melted surrounded the two of you and you couldn't help but inhale deeply through your nose.
“Smell’s good huh?” Gray’s arm was still wrapped around you, adding to the warmth of his coat and the heat from the shop. You nodded your head excitedly, feeling your stomach grumble from not having anything to eat all day. As you began to come down from your pizza shop high, you started to notice other people in the room… and the fact that they were all staring. An uneasiness began to settle at the pit of your stomach. You weren't one for big crowds or audiences for that matter, especially when all you wanted to do was stuff your face with some pizza.
“Uh… Gray,” you poked at his side, gaining his attention from the menu.
“Huh?” his eyes met your concerned ones.
“People are staring at us,” you whispered, pointing to the audience the two of you acquired from simply standing there. “Hard, they're staring hard Gray.”
“Well,” he barely glanced at the crowd, causing a couple of the woman to gasp. “Let me put it this way. You're foreign and I'm famous. People are going to stare. Just try and ignore them.”
“I-I can't.” you stammer. “There's like, a lot of people in here.” You could feel the heat building up inside of gray’s jacket. What offered you comfort only a moment ago had soon become almost suffocating.
“Try picturing us in our underwear then. I hear that helps.”
“That’s not how it works, you idiot.”
“You wanna wait in the car?” He dangled his keys in front of your face and you snatched them as quick as possible, jogging through the front door and back into the cold of the autumn, feeling the air prick at your cheeks. You breathed a sigh of relief once you were back inside the comfort of the car. You chose to take the passenger seat instead of driving. Your hands were probably too shaky from the adrenaline to drive right now. You took your phone out to check some emails, scroll through Facebook to see what folks back home were up to, and play a few games of Candy Crush. Before you knew it, you had dozed off in the car.
---
You awoke to be patted gently on the shoulder.
“Come on let’s go,” you opened your eyes to a dangerously close Gray. “Good morning sleeping beauty.” the man beamed.
“I-Uh,” your sleepy brain unable to form sentences just yet.
“Help me carry the pizzas upstairs, yeah?” You nodded your head, taking a steaming box of hot pizza from the back seat and following the man into the building.
When you two reentered the studio, you could see Cha Cha, suit jacket long removed, hunched over the soundboard, with a pair of Beats on. He nodded to whatever was blasting through the speakers. He didn't even notice your entrance until the unmistakable cheesy, greasy scent invaded his nostrils. He spun around in his chair, another blindingly bright smile assaulted your eyes. You almost held up your hand as if you were looking directly at the sun. you smiled back as you boss removed his headphones.
“We brought pizza!” you cheered sleepily holding out the hot box in your hands towards him until he took it from you.
“I can see y’all got kinda comfy huh?” Cha Cha nodded towards the men’s jacket that you definitely were not wearing when you left the building.
“Yeah,” Gray chimed in. “Actually-”
“No!” you found your mouth moving before you could stop it. “Absolutely not,” you laughed nervously whilst removing the borrowed jacket from your body and placing it on the sofa. “Um, let's eat you guys. I bet you're starving after recording for so long.” Another awkward laugh found its way out.
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Sander sides human collage AU because im unoriginal
Roman:
-6'0 ft
-Dark redish/brown hair, messy but it tends to work with him
-Naturally muscled but he swings a sword so his arms are 👌. Abs are also 👌
-Good butt(virgil cry’s about it sometimes)
-OMG THE JAW LINE(virgil cry’s about that too)
-Hazel eyes with gold flecks
-Slightly tan but not as tan as Patton, light freckles across nose and cheeks
-Wears makeup, it tends to be red lipstick and eye wings
-Walks with swaying hips and purpose
-Most fashionable person on campus with a verity of clothes
-Resting smile but just a small one
Logan:
-6'3(tall boi)
-Black slicked back hair with pieces falling into his face
-Lanky muscled but still has good arms from carrying so many books
-Little to no butt(sad) doesn’t keep Patton away from it though ;)
-Jaw line and cheek bones could kill a man
-Green eyes the color of watermelon jellybeans(according to Patton and Roman)
-Not pale and not tan. Very average
-No makeup normally. Does have small studs in his ears. One tattoo. Its the pi symbol on his wrist. Black rectangle glasses
-Walks with purpose and long strides arms swinging slightly if he’s not carrying anything
-Black polos, blue jeans, black converse and so many ties it not even imaginable
-RFB FOR DAAYYYSS
Patton
-5'11
-Carmel hair that’s slightly wavy/curly(depends on humidity) light blue streaks through it
-Dad arms. Good for lifting children and dogs(and friends)most muscular after Roman
-The best butt. Roman is jealous
-Softer face. Looks friendly. Still has a jaw line but its less defined
-Baby blue with dark blue edges around the iris
-Sun kissed skin very tan. Freckles on cheeks, shoulders, arms and hands
-A ring on his left hand. Light pink lip gloss?(undecided). Painted nails, any color. Wing tattoo on his back. Round silver framed glasses. He has scars :’(
-Walks on the balls of his feet with arms swinging or behind his back. Silver necklace with a pendant. Bracelets up and down his forearms
-Printed shirts with sky blue button up. Brown pants. Checkered light blue vans
-Always has a smile. It looks a little forced sometimes but no one notices(his friends can always tell)
Virgil
-5'9(shortest boi. Not that short)
-Dark brown hair. Dyed black with purple streaks. Bangs(so long) with undercut
-Way to skinny. His legs are good and muscled, still skinny though(you’ll see later)
-Only a little more butt than Logan
-Thin face. High cheek bones.
-Gray eyes that change according to mood(soooo pretty).In brighter lighting they look white. It freaked everyone our.
-Pale boi. Scar under his eye bit its mostly faded. Scars all over his body too :’(
-Eyeshadow(duh) to cover his eye bags. Small gages. Black or dark purple lipstick. Arm band tattoo. Choker necklace. Rings, both hands(to puch people. :’( )
- Hunched shoulders. Face down and often has earbuds in. Hands in pockets or arms crossed
-Black hoodies(also duh). Big sweaters. Ripped black or purple jeans. Combat boots or purple skull converse
-Death glare all the way. Sometimes a barley visible smirk. Or a pout
~Head Canon Time~
-Virgil drives a motorcycle(hence strong legs). Also a fast runner :’(
-Patton made them all friendship bracelets. They never take them off.
-Virgil got out of a bad home when he was 8 and Patton got out of an abusive relationship when he was 17
-Patton and Virgil have been friends since second grade(they met at school then again in a dance class).
-Virgil didn’t let Pat say anything about the abuse at home when it started
-Then Virge nearly died
-They both have PTSD from it
-Virge nearly killed the guy who beat Pat but wasn’t tried for it
-Roman and Logan have been friends since seventh grade
-Logan was bullied and Roman(one of the most popular guys in school) defended him. He was never picked on again.
-They all met when a squirrel stole Logan’s burrito. He and Roman chased it and Patton helped. Virgil filmed the entire thing laughing his ass off. (He posted it on the school website much to Roman’s horror)
-Patton has talked about Logan before gushing to Virgil how cute and nerdy he his
-Roman knows Logan has been eyeing Patton(Lo never denied it)
-When Logan and Roman discovered Virgil and Patton’s PTSD they looked up everything they could to try and help
-They all share a house. 3 bedroom, 2 bathroom, a basement and good sized kitchen.
-Patton works at a daycare. Virgils a barista. Logans a librarian and Roman does plays
-Virgil also does commissions on tumblr
-When Virgil thought about cutting he picked up a pencil and started drawing because he knew Pat would find out eventuality. He didn’t want to hurt Pat
-After pestering Roman got Vigil to make banners for plays he was in to put on campus
((My hands hurt))
-They have a dog and cat. The cat stays in Virgil’s room(the basement. He asked if he could have it) due to Patton’s allergy(he still pets it. He has allergy medicine)
-Gray cat. Name is Nickle. Golden retriever. Name is Good Boi
-They couldn’t decide on a name so Vigil kept calling it Good Boi. After a week that’s all it responded to.
-In school for: Logan- Astronomy/space. Roman- Theater/Drama with a business minor. Virgil- (either veterinarian or art/music and dancing). Patton- Teacher(preferably to work with younger kids) ((MIGHT CHANGE!!!))
-All of them are scary if you piss them off but lord have mercy on your soul if you piss off Patton
-It happened once *coughfullbodycastcough*
((If people want me to write this I will. Feel free to add on. There will probably add ons I may not use if I write it. Tell me if there are spelling errors. This took two hours to figure out and write.))
@sanderstribute
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Terror Unleashed
Tarsis awakened with a begin as the nightmare faded from his half-woken thoughts, glad for once that his reminiscence failed him. Rising from his sweat-sopping wet bed, he walked over to the window and drew lower back the curtain no more than multiple fingers width, flooding the room with welcome sunshine. He shivered as a cool breeze caressed his bare pores and skin, but he not noted the bloodless; his mind was already running as he watched humans in the street below going about their daily business, blind to the reality that they had been being found from the small window set excessive in the slender-fronted constructing Jewellery Buyers Perth Idly, Tarsis watched them for a brief moment before deciding what he could do with the the rest of the day, playing an age-old recreation of guessing the wealth of people and the whereabouts of their hid handbags. Finally, he stepped returned from the window, searching up as he did so for the location of the solar. It turned into mid-morning and the realisation made him sigh. He had slightly slept and despite the fact that he became tired he known that sleep become banished. Burglary became now not an ideal profession, but at least it stored him from the poor-house.
Turning from the window he retraced his steps to the discarded apparel upon the floor. He dressed hastily, pulling on his day clothes. His leggings have been ripped at the crotch and looked beyond restore eliciting a sigh of depression. He taken into consideration shopping for a new pair, but decided now not to. His money changed into a long way better spent on ale and playing. A brightly coloured linen beneath-shirt was followed by his first-class woollen tunic, which become closely patched and in elements threadbare. He tied his tunic approximately his waist the use of a stout leather-based belt from which dangled an excellent stouter purse. He had a reputation to keep and it'd not do to have his handbag stolen. Only then did he allow himself the opportunity to have a look at his night's takings, spread out upon the desk.
It were an excellent night's paintings. The jewelry could not fetch a high price. It never did. There have been too many people concerned with the disposal. At least the cash he had stolen become his. Three silver calder and twenty coppers could last him for a few weeks if he turned into frugal - and some days if he was now not.
As he assessed the sum his eyes alighted upon one of the gold earrings he had determined and for a second his heart almost failed. Involuntarily he took a step backwards as though the additional distance might render him secure. There turned into no mistaking the faint blue charisma that marked it as a magic-consumer's ring. He had heard the memories frequently enough, but had by no means knowingly sought one out. He become not a fool to court with loss of life.
Clearly he had already touched the ring for it to now be at the desk and he surmised that it must be secure to address. Dispose of it then - that at least become a safe alternative. He rejected that idea nearly right away, understanding that he would now not get wealthy by way of being cautious. He licked his lips as he considered what may show up ought to he determine to preserve it. He had heard rumours approximately magic rings lots of which were horrific for the thief and commonly concerned a curse. On the fantastic aspect although it'd render him invisible, which for a thief might have extensive blessings. He imagined himself sneaking into a shop - in extensive daylight - and helping himself to the takings and a grin hovered on his lips.
He knew that if he not on time he might be hours thinking about his alternatives. Riches favoured the courageous, as his father become fond of saying. He snatched up the hoop and jammed it on the index finger of his left hand. Damn the effects!
It geared up snugly and for a second he sought after the workmanship, lost in thought. When not anything changed, his confidence that nothing ugly was going to occur grew. He went to a small reflect putting at the wall, however was hugely disappointed to look that he become nevertheless seen. He looked again on the ring: the glow marking it as a magic ring had diminished, which turned into as predicted - in the end sorcerers did now not want to announce to the sector what they were.
For a few cause he turned into reluctant now to take it off and decided that he could put on it while he went out. Perhaps it genuinely brought the person luck and after the latest few months he knew that he wished a few.
The tavern changed into small and dingy. Clouds of smoke from numerous pipes and a partially blocked chimney stuffed the air. To Tarsis this changed into domestic and he revelled within the musty ecosystem and the reek of stale-ale soaked carpet. He labored his manner via the gang to a slim door at the back of the room and without pausing unexpectedly slipped thru. Carack looked up from his work and scowled on the smaller man earlier than getting rid of the 2 gold amulets he turned into studying from the table and putting them within the drawer furthest from Tarsis. In a manner the older guy turned into acknowledging the younger man's skill and the realisation added a crooked grin to Tarsis' lips.
'Greetings, Carack,' he supplied in a hopeful but friendly way. Carack grunted something unintelligible and supplied Tarsis a seat. Gratefully Tarsis sat as he pulled a small pouch from inside his tunic. The spoils from the previous night spilled upon the desk n a flash of gold, silver and copper.
'Poor takings,' Carack intoned matter-of-factly, sadly shaking his head. His lank, grey hair swung in time together with his head, but his eyes by no means left Tarsis'. Tarsis became not perturbed; this became a ritual he had grown acquainted with.
'People do not leave their riches out anymore,' he responded the older man, shaking his head solemnly. 'Three nights takings and this is all I have to show for it.' He threw up a hand in depression.
Carack's eyebrows raised and for a second Tarsis suspected that the other guy knew that he had visited the 'Hen and Weasel' simplest the day before today, selling his preceding night time's takings.
Carack remained silent, fingering a gold necklace with an first-rate topaz set in a platinum clasp striking approximately his neck.
'I'll provide you with 40 calder for this,' he announced after a first rate pause.
Tarsis nearly fell off his seat with marvel, however professional that he turned into, he masked his features and gave Carack a bland look. 'Done, and the other items?' he requested as an alternative with any luck.
Carack pawed the opposite gadgets, which regarded small and insignificant in his huge fingers. 'Three calder and 5 coppers for the relaxation. Not a penny extra.'
It became a good deal, probable 3 instances as an awful lot as Tarsis had hoped for, which became two times as a whole lot as he generally obtained. He kept his mouth close, afraid that he might spoil the spell of the deal.
Tarsis general the coins and beat a hasty retreat before Carack realised his error. He become elated and as he made his way via the tavern he taken into consideration his ring. Perhaps it was bringing him success after all!
That night Tarsis stood inside the shadow of a doorway throughout the street from a house that had been his supposed target for decades. It become a large residence belonging to a rich service provider whom he often observed within the vain wish that he might find some vulnerability he should exploit. Many a night time he had stood at this actual spot watching the massive residing, seeking to summon the braveness to go into. Merchants have been a bad lot. They hired night time watchmen to shield their wealth, an act which turned into despised by way of the guild of thieves. Anyone robbing a service provider became either held in very high esteem or absolutely useless.
Tarsis juggled the battle within. His earlier fulfillment with Carack made him feel assured, possibly over so. He turned into appropriate, but he did not want to hazard his good fortune too a long way. He had known numerous thieves who have been tempted by rich traders and he had attended each funeral as a reminder of his very own mortality. Tonight turned into specific even though, he felt fortunate.
Without wondering further he stepped from the shadow and crossed the road, locating that his ft have been betraying him. With an agility born from years of training he threw himself over the wall at a factor where the shadows had been deepest. For the moment he felt secure; if stuck now, he would feign a drunken stupor and could no question face a few days in gaol for his folly. The subsequent step took courage.
He knew which window to go into; it turned into the one partly hid by using a tall beech tree developing close to the wall. He used that to help his climb and within a few heartbeats he changed into sitting upon a slender sill with his clasp knife held in his hand. Now it changed into a race against time to enter the residence and avoid the night watchman. His hand trembled as he inserted the blade among the window and the frame. The trick become easy: find the latch and pressure it. Within moments the window turned into open and he listened while perched upon the window ledge before persevering with. No lighting got here on which turned into a good signal and he could pay attention nothing from inside. He parted the curtains and seemed inside, however ought to see very little. Feeling uncovered upon the window ledge he entered and stood with his back to the wall whilst his eyes grew accustomed to the darkish.
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FASHION CREDITS: “TELEPHONE” MUSIC VIDEO
Lady Gaga released the music video for the second single of “The Fame Monster” EP - “Telephone” ft. Beyoncé on March 11, 2010 via Vevo.
The video, which is a continuation of the “Paparazzi” video, was directed by Jonas Åkerlund and styled by Nicola Formichetti. Hair by Danilo Dixon and makeup by Billy B.
Entering the County Jail, escolted by a couple of guards, Gaga wore this ultra fierce black & white leather body adoring one-off prisoner vinyl dress created exclusively for her by Jean-Charles de Castelbajac.
Her oh-so-fabulous Cat Ear sculpted black sunglasses are by Mercura NYC while her half leather gloves in various colors throughout the video made by Perry Meek.
The black patent below-the-ankle booties are custom Pleaser (similar model pictured).
For the prison backyard scene Gaga changes into a fun outfit custom-made by Viktor & Rolf for her.
It comprises a dark grey leopard jersey jumpsuit with a studded bodice based on the Fall/Winter 2010 collection and chunky charm chains from the Spring/Summer 2002 runway.
“Lady Gaga asked us to design a prisoner’s outfit. This is how we imagined Gaga if she was incarcerated. It is styled with a huge pile of exaggerated metal chain necklaces.”
Haus of Gaga made her half smoked cigarette sunglasses and also covered Pleaser boots in chunky white plaster.
In the next scene, which merges together with the first dance scene, Gaga witnesses a prison fight with her sister Natali making a cameo right by her side.
The singer dons a fierce look with its main part, besides the diet coke cans in her hair of course, being the vintage Leather King jacket customized with studs and patches by Chris Maxwell.
Gaga bought this piece at Search & Destroy - a vintage shop in London. Her studded knee pads, gloves and underwear are all Perry Meek.
These iconic tortoiseshell comb shades with gold logo detail belong to Chanel’s Fall/Winter 1994 collection and are ultra rare to find. Gaga got her pair from Jack’s Eyewear.
Her Michael Rodent skull sterling silver ring is by The Great Frog.
She also pinned some “The Fame Monster” badges from her own merchandise to the lapel of her leather jacket.
Another popular look goes to this one by Brian Lichtenberg. He made this just for the video, inspired by crime scene tapes. Her outfit reads “Crime Scene - Do Not Cross!”
Gaga finally gets bailed out by Beyoncé. She slips into a vintage Mugler Fall/Winter 1997 "Les Chimères” Haute Couture outfit comprising a black velvet bolero crop jacket, satin button-up bustier and cotton pencil skirt.
Philip Treacy made the big sculptural felt hat for the Mugler Fall/Winter 1995 collection..
The shades are vintage Jean Paul Gaultier 56-8171 sunglasses in black.
Gaga meanwhile breaks it down in the kitchen of the diner in a bespoke Rachael Barrett silicone dress featuring exaggerated shoulders, a wrapped front, fitted waist and a matching clear PVC belt.
She also wore white half palm gloves by Perry Meek.
Fred Butler created her blue telephone hat and also made a black version she wore to her Jonathan Ross interview later that year.
Loooove how Danilo created the telephone out of hair.
The singer also wore the matching Alpine Snow matte nail lacquer by OPI.
Next, Gaga poses and dances infront of her car rocking a full leopard Haus of Gaga x Muto-Little Costumes hooded catsuit, officer hat, gloves and platform boots. This outfit was also used for “The Monster Ball” tour a few times.
For the final scene Lady Gaga, Beyoncé and all the dancers went patriotic.
Gaga rocks a custom Perry Meek stars and stripes ensemble. The dancers wear custom OLIMA, Bess NYC, NOKI and Franc Fernandez.
To complete her look, the Italian-American singer wore custom Perry Meek red half palm leather gloves and Christian Louboutin Fall/Winter 2010 Supra Fifre boots in metallic silver.
Finally the two flee into the desert with their Pussy Wagon.
Both girls wore chiffon dresses with built-in Western hats by emerging designer Emilie Pirlot’s 2009 “Mysterious Wonderland” collection.
She also donned the Saint Laurent black patent leather Tribtoo platform pumps with round toe.
#Jean Charles de Castelbajac#Bess NYC#Emilie Pirlot#The Great Frog#Leather King#Chris Maxwell#Rachael Barrett#OLIMA#Franc Fernandez#Brian Lichtenberg#NOKI#Search and Destroy#Mercura NYC#Fred Butler#Viktor and Rolf#Jean Paul Gaultier#Christian Louboutin#Mugler#Muto Little Costumes#Philip Treacy#Haus of Gaga#Chanel#YSL
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Superstars! Renji & Izuru (Low Life - Future ft. The Weeknd)
"Kira-sama, Abarai-sama. Your room is ready." said the young, busty maid. She bowed lowly, then raised her head, letting her crystal blue eyes scan over the two men hungrily.
She made sure that her uniform top was low enough for them to see her abnormally large bust.
Izuru slipped his dark sunglasses off his eyes and up into his blonde hair. He scoffed internally at the desperation showed by the maid, but his friend and business partner Renji Abarai, just smirked.
"Thank you, sweetheart. You know, we're hosting a big party tonight. You should drop by when you're off the clock. Come on, ____. Let's make ourselves comfortable, shall we?"
He nudged you forward, almost making you stumble in your tall stilettos. "Hey, watch it you ass!" You barked at the arrogant redhead. If it weren't for your manager, Tobias, setting up an appearance with the two of them, you'd probably be in your own room relaxing or at least hanging out with your friends on the club dance floor. But no, you were here with these two.
Arguably, they were both sexy, and as up and coming music stars, it couldn't hurt your career for you to associate with them. You just couldn't stand being around bigheaded men who thought they were too good for anyone else.
You were new to the whole "celebrity scene" being as you're an upcoming fashion designer, and a talented one at that. Once Renji and Izuru saw your work, they wanted you to design outfits for them for their next show. You reluctantly agreed, and Tobias saw the hotel party they were hosting tonight at the Ritz Carlton Hotel in Atlanta, Georgia to be the perfect opportunity.
Izuru unlocked the door and you gasped when you saw what was inside:
The room was insanely spacious: the furniture, including a full living room suite , was a lavish cream color, embroidered with gold. Red cushions and white linens added just the right splotch of color to the elegant seating areas and the enormous bed. Polished wood tables and red upholstered chairs stood off to the side in the dining area that could seat six. The room also had a mini-bar and kitchen, perfect for mixing cocktails.
The room was full of people that really didn't mesh together. Homeless-looking guys intermingled with guys that looked like they just stepped off a runway. Women dressed in plain t-shirts and jeans dancing and grinding among women draped in jewels and expensive fabrics. It just didn't make sense to you.
Not that how anyone else dressed matter to you, that is. The only thing that you didn't care too much for were the scantily clad women dancing and drinking in the center of the room where one woman was twirling seductively on a strategically placed stripper pole.
High, high, getting high
Everybody getting high
Getting high
High
Loud rap music boomed from seemingly nowhere and a half-naked woman dressed like a waitress, you supposed, offered you a glass of champagne on a golden platter. You immediately took one and took it to the head. Izuru, watching you from the corner of his eye, chuckled slightly.
You struggled not to roll your eyes, but Renji caught you. He leaned his tall body down to your height, which was still drastically shorter than his despite the fact you were in heels.
"What's the matter, ___-chan? Jealous?" His breath coasted over your ear and the diamonds from his necklace temporarily blinded you in the warm golden light that engulfed the room.
You slightly pushed him away. "As if."
I turn the Ritz into a pole house
It's like eviction number four, now
Go 'head and ash it on the floor now
Girl gone 'head and show me how you go down
"You need to relax, _____-chan. Here." He held up a small, white pill. A molly.
"I'm not taking that shit, Renji. Aren't I hear to discuss fashion with you and not end up ass naked in bed with the both of you?"
"That doesn't sound like a bad idea to me." Izuru said, taking a large swig of his drink.
"Well nobody asked you, prick." You stuck your tongue out at him. It was childish, yes, but you really couldn't stand the two of them.
Renji took the opportunity while you had your tongue out to slip the devilish white pill into your mouth.
"Don't try and spit it out or we'll just have to tell Tobias that you weren't very friendly to us. Think about how that'd affect your career, _____-chan."
You didn't catch the last part of his sentence because your head started floating.
And I feel my whole body peaking
And I'm fucking anybody with they legs wide
Getting faded with some bitches from the West Side.
East side n__ repping North side
Never waste a hoe's time, bitch I'm on my own time
Renji disappeared in the crowd of people in the room. Your head was spinning and you didn't know what to do.
Izuru was still sitting on one of the chairs, eyeing you like prey. When he saw you begin to tilt over, he pushed back his chair, not caring that it toppled over onto an unconscious man on the floor, and caught you with one arm, with your head only inches from the floor.
"Gotta be more careful, ____." He picked you up and set you on the couch.
Your mind suddenly got less cloudy and you realized where you were again. "What the hell....what...what is with you two?"
Izuru quirked an eyebrow. "What do you mean by that?"
You glanced at the heterogenous mixture of people on the dance floor. Obviously some were more, well-off, than the others.
"These people...where did they come from? I...how are they having so much fun despite being...dirty and destitute. They're so carefree."
Izuru laughed. You looked over at him and noticed his attire for the first time that night. A crisp white tee-shirt that probably cost hundreds of dollars despite being plain as day, dark colored jeans with black designs on the thighs, and clean white sneakers. A designer belt lazily held his pants around his slim waist and a simple white gold necklace hung to the middle of his chest. Two large diamonds sparkled in each ear, complimenting the expensive wristwatch he also wore.
"Listen, _____. Renji and I weren't always rich. These people....they represent where we came from and what life was like before the money, the women, the fame. They're a reflection of us, _______."
You glanced back into the crowd and really looked at the people dancing. Observed them closely. They may not have had the fancy clothes or jewels, but they were happy.
"T-that's amazing. You're lying right? There's....there's no way...." You stuttered. You don't know if it was the pill or if you were truly in shock.
Izuru chuckled again and got up to join you on the couch. He put a hand on your exposed thigh and leaned into your ear.
Baby girl, I don't lie
Used to have no money for a crib
Now my room service bill cost your whole life
If they try to stunt me, I go all out military,
I'm camo'ed all out like I'm in the military,
I free up all my n___ locked up in the penitentiary
Cause I'm always repping for that low life
Repping for that low life
Low life, low life, low life
Know I'm repping for that low, low life
(Represent, represent, represent)
Said I'm repping for that low life
Low life, low life, low life, low life
(I'm representing for that low life)
Said I'm repping for that low life
Low life, low life, low life, low life
(Rep, rep, rep, rep, woo woo woo woo Yeah)
On the other side of the room, Renji was seated on the bed with a bottle of Ace of Spade liquor in his hand as a gorgeous woman with long orange hair danced in his lap.
They were both noticeably high, like many of the other guests at the party.
She stopped dancing and turned around in his lap. "Renji, who is that bitch you walked in with? That bitch thinks she's all that because she's rich, but she ain't shit!
Not trying to start an argument with her, he pushed her off of him and stood over her on the bed. "Calm down, Rangiku. Look, she's just a new face in the industry and Izuru and I are showing her the ropes. Stop acting jealous."
Rangiku rolled her eyes, but didn't say anything else. "Here let me pour you a drink, baby." Renji put on the most charming smile that he could and filled up her glass, no arguments.
When he looked up from pouring the liquor, he saw you and Izuru sitting close together on the couch. You were giggling as Izuru whispered something in your ear. Renji's grip on the bottle tightened then loosened as he dropped it onto the bed, making the liquid splash onto the bed and Rangiku's pink dress.
"Renji!!!" She yelped, but the redhead had already made it over to where you and Izuru were.
Make 'em take a sip of Ace of Spade like it's water
I been on the molly and them Xans with your daughter
If she catch me cheating I will never tell her sorry
If she catch me cheating I will never tell her sorry
"Renji!" You gasped as he plopped down on your unoccupied side, the other being occupied by Izuru. Izuru looked amused as Renji pulled you away from him. Renji sat you directly on his growing erection, making your face flush with heat.
"N-now who's the jealous one..." you muttered under your breath, but Renji heard you, causing he and Izuru to both start laughing.
"Can you blame me though? No one should have a woman as stunning as you all to themselves." He licked the shell of your ear as one of his hands disappeared under your dress.
"You need somebody like me to show you the life, baby. I can give you anything you want, take you anywhere you want to go. Just say the word." He whispered, making your center turn to goo, while the rest of your body froze into an icesicle.
Porches in the valley, I got Bentleys, I got Raris
Taking pain pills on the plane, getting chartered
Popping tags on tags, I was starving
Bitch, I got the juice and the carbon
Turn a five star hotel to a traphouse
Roaches everywhere, like we forgot to take the trash out
Flood my cross with ice, getting money my religion
"I have my own money, Renji." You said as you struggled to release yourself from his iron grip.
"I see that, and I like an independent woman, but you deserve to be treated like a princess and I can do that for you, baby girl." He wasn't going to give up so easily.
Izuru spoke up. "She doesn't need our money, Renji. She wants to get it on her own, like we did. You should be encouraging her, not influencing her into being one of your groupies."
Renji scowled, but he let you go, so abruptly, that you landed face-first in Izuru's lap. Face heating up, you immediately repositioned yourself on the couch to where you were sitting upright.
"Fine, I like it when they play hard to get anyway." Renji pushed himself up and walked into the bathroom, locking the door.
You looked from the bathroom door to Izuru, who was watching you the whole time.
"What? Is he always like that or something? He looked like he wanted to kill you." You said, shifting your body around so you were face to face with the handsome blonde.
Izuru ran a hand through his hair, letting it come to rest on a large handgun that you just now noticed, sticking out of the waistband of his jeans.
"I wouldn't worry about him. He knows not to step out of line."
A knock on the door, made the both of you look over.
"This is hotel management. We're going to need everyone to evacuate the premises immediately."
You looked over at Izuru, who just smirked.
I turn the Ritz into a lean house
This the sixth time getting kicked out
I can't feel my face, I'm on Adderall, nauseous
N___ tryna ride my fuckin' wave, now they salty
Running with the wave, get you killed quick
Shoot you in your back like you Ricky
Lil Mexico, from no life to afterlife
My whole life, my whole life
Cause I'm always repping for that low life
Repping for that low life
Low life, low life, low life
Know I'm repping for that low, low life
(Represent, represent, represent)
Said I'm repping for that low life
Low life, low life, low life, low life
(I'm representing for that low life)
Said I'm repping for that low life
Low life, low life, low life, low life
Getting high, getting high, getting high
Everybody getting high
Getting high, getting high, getting high
Everybody getting high
Getting high, getting high, getting high
Everybody getting high
Getting high, getting high, getting high
And I'm the reason why
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