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lovely jade!!! may i request an 𝐢 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 + 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭! with rockstar!eddie? something like, maybe he went too far with his insults publicly and he notices how the reader went quiet and just decided to ignore him because it hurt them too much?? thank u ily <333
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tysm for ur lovely request my angel ily ♡ rockstar!eddie x fem!reader
Eddie is a really pretty guy. He has these huge brown eyes made impossibly bigger by his makeup, his dark kohl-liner and his glitter, his barely-there lip gloss. On stage his costuming is fit to match, messy and dark and bold. You love how he looks, though you'd rather die than tell him, which might be why his insult hurts so badly.
You're not sure you're even meant to see it. Somebody asked him about it while you were on the opposite end of the country, weeks since the last time you saw him in person. It's a video of Eddie outside of the Los Angeles Morgan Centre, an extremely big, ridiculously prestigious venue to play for. He's not as popular as his band's frontman but he has his own crowd of dedicated and over-eager groupies at each event, and he spends a stupid amount of time fanning his own ego outside prancing around for them.
In the video, he's signing a photograph of himself. He's a dick, but you won't deny how nice he is to his fans. "What was that?" he asks the cameraperson with a glitzy smile. "I can't hear a word you're saying, babe."
"What did you think of Y/N's outfit at the Mallball Festival last week?"
"Can't say I saw it."
Somebody very helpfully provides digital evidence. You watch his expression turn impassive upon presentation. He gives a derisive little snort.
"Well, wasn't that brave?" he coos.
The girls around him all laugh. Maybe that's the worst part. His insults, niche, subtle things in person, less subtle via interviews, they've never mattered to you because, although you don't really like each other, you'd at least thought you'd garnered his respect. You're good at what you do, you're just as good on the guitar as he is, and you bring something new to the scene as he had when he started out. You'd even convinced yourself that your feuding was an outlet for a mutual jealousy.
But to hear him make a throwaway comment like that, to be the butt of one of his jokes, it hadn't felt directed at you. Honestly, you'd felt like he put you beneath him.
You don't use your computer for weeks. You play the best that you have in years, city-hopping, gigs blending into one another. You shove your stupid black skirt to the bottom of your suitcase and try not to break out in hives whenever you see it. Wasn't that brave?
His condescension follows you on stage every night. You hate how much power you give him. You really start to hate him, and you really start to hate yourself for letting him get to you.
Your tour takes you all the way to New York where Corroded Coffin, Eddie's band, had finished their own tour a month ago and are now lavishing in celeb dens across the city in a splurge the media are calling their 'victory tour'. And Eddie does look victorious, though he always looks that way when he sees you.
"Oh, Y/N darling," he drawls, arm thrown over the back of a couch five times as long as him, a pretty girl underneath it. Your blood hammers in your ears at the sight. "I was wondering when we'd be reunited."
You don't meet his eye. You make no indication that you've seen his smug, awful face or his smarmy, lilting voice. You skirt around a small herd of people behind the couch and head into the kitchen, a huge space made up of marble and glass. Fucking celebrities, you think scornfully. All this money and they spend it making their homes look like science labs.
Lucky you, there's an open bar with an actual bartender behind it. You ask him for something sweet and wonder if you should leave now. All the fun feels like it's been sucked out of the room. You're in no mood to party.
Eddie finds you again soon enough, a maraschino cherry between your lips.
He stops dead in front of you, face twitched up like he's smelling something he doesn't like.
You pop it out of your mouth without eating it and turn back to the bar, dropping it into your empty glass. Appetite gone.
"You drink like you play."
You drag your finger across the sugar-encrusted rim of your glass and wait for him to finish.
"C'mon, Princess. Indulge me. I'm trying to tell a joke." He folds himself into the space beside you, arm braced on the countertop. You can feel his gaze on your cheek. "You drink like you play."
"How's that?" you murmur.
"Like a freshman in college."
It's pretty lackluster, considering.
"What, no biting reply?" he asks.
He's stressing you out. You'd imagined your meeting again a hundred times since that stupid fucking video, how you'd chew him out. How you'd tell him to go fuck himself. You even imagined slapping him across the face once, but that hadn't felt right. You don't want to hit him, you want him to leave you alone.
"Babe-"
He stops as you loll your head onto your shoulder and look at him. You make your eyes as soft and sweet as you can, eyebrows pinched up at the starts, a doe-eyed, imploring gaze with the tiniest hint of a frown.
Eddie looks surprised. It's nice, to have caught him off-guard.
"I don't wanna talk to you," you say. Not pleading but close. "So just... leave me alone, okay?"
"You don't wanna talk to me."
"No." Your eyes get stuck on his glitter. White and shiny, smeared over each eye totally uncaring. You'd hoped to find something else to say and come up blank because you're really not bluffing. You don't wanna talk to him.
"I wanna talk to you," he says, sounding startled.
Your heart races but you cling to your exterior facade of calm. "You don't."
"Yeah, I do," he says with a rough laugh.
"You don't wanna talk to me, you want-" You look away from him, fighting to find a way to leave, an excuse. "You wanna make fun of me," you mutter.
There, across the room, your bandmate meets your eye and gives you a concerned frown. She waves you over.
"I gotta go," you say.
Eddie catches your arm before you can, thick fingers braceleting the skin above your wrist, the metal of his heavy rings smooth to his string-wrought calluses. You look down between your two bodies at his pale hand against your skin and huff expectantly.
He drops it immediately, and he says what you're not expecting, "I'm sorry."
Eddie doesn't say sorry. Not to you.
"It's okay," you say on impulse, pulling your arm away from his open hand.
"No, it's- it's not. I'm grabbing you and you don't wanna speak to me, and that's not fair."
Humility and regret are a good look on him. You can't believe he's actually apologising for something. He sounds cut up, his thick brows furrowing over creased eyes.
"You can leave," he says, and then winces, "you always could, obviously, but- I mean, I won't stop you this time."
You've taken a step away from him that feels very righteous when your need to know talks over any self-preservation or dignity, turning back to him with lips already parted to talk.
"What did you mean, when you said it was brave?"
His eyes widen. "Come again?"
"You said my outfit, my clothes at the Mallball, you said, 'Well, wasn't that brave?'" Your voice betrays your hurt. "What did you mean by that?"
"This is about your skirt?" he asks incredulously.
Whatever, you think. Whatever. If he's determined to be a dick for the rest of his life then that's his problem. You glare at him and start to walk away. Eddie follows behind, though he doesn't grab you again.
"You're mad about that? That was weeks ago."
You ignore him. God damn this house for being so grossly huge.
"That's why you won't talk to me?"
You speed up. He matches, and then he's swinging in front of you.
"That's why you wont talk to me, because of a throwaway comment I said eons ago?"
"We don't talk, Eddie. This isn't talking. Whenever we see each other we argue, or we hit below the belt, or we just plain bicker like kids. And I," — your voice hikes up with insecurity, "thought that was our thing. You don't have to like everybody and I dont like you, you're gross and you're rude and you think you're better than everybody, but we- but you-" You look at his shoulder rather than his angry face, embarrassment a cold splash. "You're mean, Eddie."
"You can be pretty fucking mean too, sweetheart, I don't know if you forgot."
You swallow. He's right; it was the wrong stone to throw. You and Eddie have always been cruel to one another on that sub-surface level, always getting a little too close to bone. It's not his fault you couldn't take it this time, and-
"But I'm sorry for hurting your feelings."
You look up. He's mad still, his pretty mouth set in a line.
"I don't say any of that shit to hurt you."
You get what he means; you don't poke fun at him through the tabloids or bitch at him outside of award show bathrooms because you want to ruin his day. You do it because you want to win.
"I actually liked the skirt," he continues at your silence, hand raking through his hair. "I thought it was hot."
"Keep it in your pants, Munson," you deadpan.
He laughs and it's different to his usual mocking chuckle — this sound is all him, messy and loud like he can't have kept it in if he tried. "It was!" he defends himself. "You usually dress like such a prude, it was nice to see some goddamn skin for once. You have good legs, sweetheart, you should share 'em with the masses. God knows-"
"What?" you ask sharply, having guessed what he's going to imply. That your fanbase has been accumulated using sex sells and party tricks.
He smirks. "God knows your little followers appreciate it."
"What does that make you?"
He holds your gaze as he answers, each word said clearly, meticulously, "What do you think?" Eddie leans forward. "We can make a deal, if you like." His breath kisses your ear. "You promise to wear that tiny pleated number again and I'll tell you how I really feel."
"You already told me how you felt about it."
Shivers race down your spine as he laughs darkly. "I told you I liked it. I didn't say how much."
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Good day Yuurei-San!
I wanted to ask why there is Christmas in TWST if Twisted Jesus is not a thing? Probably.
Is it because of how Christmas is in Japan or is there a in lore reason?
Hello hello!! Thank you so much for this question!
I was not able to find a lore-related reason for the Christmas-style furniture and maps that have turned up in the game!
A cursory search mostly results in people wondering why there isn't a Christmas-themed event in Twst like there is for Halloween, and there was this response on Yahoo! Answers of, "Santa only brings presents to good children so they don't have Christmas in Twst" ww.
The closest the game seems to come to acknowledging Christmas might be Book 4:
The ghosts mention celebrating the new year with family, which is very Japan, but they also mention cake and gingerbread houses.
This might have been a little too on-the-nose for EN, where those foods were rewritten as pie and ham:
But Trey referencing cake has been kept, and Christmas Cake is a big part of Japan Christmas:
Theme cakes are not unusual, and there was a Twst Christmas cake offered back in 2021.
There are a couple places in the game where EN added "holidays" to character dialogue, like Crewel:
All he said was "when you go home," and going home is what New Year's is all about in Japan.
But it's not just any home! New Years is when you go to stay at your 実家, where your parents (or their parents, or their parents' parents, etc., depending on how old you are) live.
This comes up in Grim's line where he explains to Jamil that he and the prefect don't have a 実家 to return to.
But the characters do reference unspecified "holidays" directly, even on JP!
So what is being celebrated is possibly an unspecified combination of Christmas and New Years, together!
Christmas celebrations seem to vary by country and they may be particularly different in Japan, when viewed from the perspective of the EN server's target audience.
There are many English-language articles out there about how Christmas is celebrated in Japan, and this one might be my favorite:
"In Japan, Christmas in known as more of a time to spread happiness rather than a religious celebration...Another popular activity at Christmas in Japan, especially in Tokyo, is visiting Tokyo Disneyland (which opened in 1983) and seeing all the decorations and the parades. The Christmas 'season' at Tokyo Disneyland is from the 2nd week in November until Christmas Day. On December 26th, all the Christmas decorations are gone, ready for the New Year celebrations to start! New Year is a very big celebration in Japan. A 'Disney' style Christmas might have also influenced how Japanese culture celebrates Christmas as a fun and romantic time, rather than a religious one."
Much like Disney's influence on Japan's Halloween they have also had an influence on Japan's Christmas, which might be one of the reasons why certain elements are turning up in Twst!
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Makeup Artist
summary: You’re hired as Harry’s makeup artist for Love on Tour
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Never in a million years did you think that you would be on tour with Harry Styles.
Sure, you were a celebrity makeup artist, but your wheelhouse consisted of red carpets, runways, and editorial shoots. You were familiar with Harry’s work, had even gone to one of his shows for his first album, so you knew that he and his band didn’t really do anything crazy in terms of stage makeup.
For those reasons, you said no when you first got the call. Someone knew someone that knew you, and you were suddenly in touch with the tour manager for Harry Styles. They gave you a brief description of what you would be doing on tour—mostly the band’s makeup, but Harry’s as well for two shows in New York, something about a Halloween special. Going on the road sounded fun, but the job itself didn’t feel all that fulfilling. You absolutely loved makeup, it’s why you became a makeup artist in the first place. You loved getting people dolled up in full glam, playing with colors and themes and experimenting on clients when they gave you the chance. You were more than capable of doing more natural looks, your job often called for it. But makeup was a form of expression for you, and you didn’t think that this job opportunity was going to challenge you in any way, so you politely declined.
You thought that was the end of that, and went about the rest of your day. It wasn’t until a week later that you received another phone call from the same unknown number that you finally took the job.
“I’m afraid I’m going to have to insist you take this job,” the tour manager said. “H is really impressed with your work, and he doesn’t want anyone else.”
H? You thought. Was it rude of you to assume that Harry Styles didn’t have any involvement in the choosing of his makeup artist? You knew that he’d been dipping into different parts of the beauty industry lately, but you still thought that this was something that his team would take care of.
“I don’t know, this just isn’t something I would normally do,” you said, feeling bad for rejecting the tour manager for a second time. You hoped he wouldn’t be in any trouble with their boss.
“What’s your normal rate?” they asked.
“Excuse me?” It wasn’t an uncommon question, you just weren’t expecting that level of desperation from the tour manager.
“How much do you typically charge? We’ll double it. Or come up with a price that covers the whole tour. You would be a very valued member of our team.”
Double? The tour manager didn’t even know how much you charged clients, yet they were already promising to double it. Perhaps it was a tad selfish of you, but now that more money was on the table, you were considering it. You loved makeup as an art form, but you still had bills to pay. “Uh…Okay. I’ll do it.”
“Great,” the manager said, and you could almost see the weight being lifted off their shoulders. “How fast can you get Covid tested and on a plane to Las Vegas?”
They wanted you to start now? “Well, most of my kit is fully stocked, but I still need to get some things together. And I have to pack, obviously. I’d say…two, maybe three days?”
“We need you here by tomorrow night,” the manager said, making your eyes widen. How did this become so last minute? “Okay…Okay, I’ve got it. I will have someone take care of getting whatever you need for your kit, you just pack and do whatever you can to get here as soon as possible. We’re going all over the country, so be prepared for all types of weather. And make sure…”
You listened carefully as the tour manager rattled off a bunch of details about the tour—more of what was expected from you, when you needed to be there, how to get to the venue, where to stay. You realized that this was going to be a long phone call, so you muted yourself and began packing, pulling out your large suitcase and carefully putting what you thought you would need in it while listening to the tour manager go over things like Covid restrictions and signing an NDA and other technical stuff.
When they were done, they asked you what you needed, you quickly unmuted yourself and rattled off brand names and brush types and the exact amount of sponges you would need. Normally, you would use the same set of brushes on a client and wash them thoroughly, but since you would be doing the same people’s makeup for a few months, you thought it would be more efficient if each person had their own tools and products so nothing would get cross contaminated or thrown out constantly. “I’ll pay for everything once I get there,” you said, but the tour manager brushed you off and said not to worry about it.
The phone call ended, and in the quiet of your bedroom, you were able to really think about everything that just happened. “Holy shit,” you breathed, sitting down on your bed in a daze.
Touring was…interesting to say the least. Everyone you spoke to was incredibly kind and respectful, and never for one moment did you feel like an outsider or like you didn’t belong. After the first few shows, you knew almost everyone by name, and even had people to sit with for meals before the show.
You needed to call your friend. You were going on tour with Harry Styles.
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And as you predicted, the work itself was fairly easy. You just had to do the girl band members’ makeup before each show. Nothing too elaborate, just enough powder and blending to make sure they weren’t too oily onstage. You felt like you were scamming everyone, seeing as you were being paid double for doing less than what you normally did, but you hadn’t had any complaints yet, so you kept your head down, did your job, then went back to the bus just before the show started.
For the first couple shows, you stayed and watched the whole concert, excited to be on the road for a famous singer. But you quickly realized that tour bus life wasn’t for you and didn’t get much sleep when it was moving and with so many other people making a lot of noise, so you got your rest for a couple of hours while everyone else was still at the venue.
A month into the tour, though, and you were itching to do more than just foundation, powder, and a little blush. You wanted to do more, and your head was constantly filled with ideas on how you could spice up the band’s makeup. It wouldn’t be for anyone but yourself, but you could do the girls’ makeup in your sleep by now, and you needed to switch things up a little, otherwise this would be a very long tour.
“Can I try something different tonight?” you asked one night. You were sitting with Ny’oh, one of the guitarists. She had the most eccentric style out of the three girls when she wasn’t onstage, so you figured you’d start with her in the hopes that she would be more receptive to something different.
“Course, babe. What did you have in mind?”
The two of you quickly finished up dinner and went to the band dressing room. You got Ny’oh settled in her makeup chair and got her normal routine out of the way, smiling to yourself as you started to prep the skin just beneath her eyes.
“I can tell you’ve been wanting to do this for some time,” she joked, her eyes looking upward as you patted eyeshadow into her skin.
“I saw this trend when I was while I was scrolling on my phone on the bus the other day. I tried it out for myself and really liked it, so I thought I would see what you guys thought.”
You were always looking to others for inspiration. The beauty of the internet was that you could share tips and learn new techniques to try out in the future. This one that had eyeshadow focused on the bottom half of your eye rather than the eyelid was extremely intriguing to you. One of the nights where you were on your own on the tour bus, you got your personal makeup kit out and began practicing. It looked amazing, and you thought it would be so cool if you matched the girls’ makeup to the suit color Harry was wearing that night. And after listening to his music live a few times, you realized that Harry’s music was very vibrant and lively. You thought you could match the essence of his music through the makeup you did for the girls.
“You should’ve said something sooner,” Ny’oh said, grinning when you handed her the mirror to see the finished product. Tonight, Harry would be wearing a pink number, so you dabbed a soft pink on Ny’oh, added some pink highlight to her cheeks, finished it off with a little mascara, and she was done. She looked soft, ethereal, exactly what you were trying to go for when you started.
“So you like it then? It’s not too much?”
From then on, you were doing something different each night to match whatever Harry was wearing. All three girls were receptive to the idea, and even had you take pictures of the finished look to post online. It was fun to hang out with them before the show, and soon enough you were hanging out with them all the time, exploring new cities together and shopping until it was eventually time to head to the venue.
For the first time ever, you felt like a part of a group. As a freelance makeup artist, you mostly went from one job to the next. You were rehired by the same people often, but before this job, you’d become a little lonely. You lived by yourself, you didn’t have a pet, and you didn’t speak to your family much anymore. It was just you and your one friend, though she had a pretty busy schedule of her own. You thought you were okay with that, but the longer you were on tour, you realized that you’d just conditioned yourself to be fine, and now you were craving companionship more than ever.
Still, you were so used to your alone time that sometimes you needed it. So while everyone was out to lunch in Atlanta, you were on the tour bus, watching TV on your phone. That is, until there was a knock on the bus door.
Confused, you went over to open it and see who it was. You were on one of the crew buses, and anyone on it would’ve just come in rather than knock. But when you opened the door, your eyes widened. This was no crew member.
“Hi.” You didn’t know what else to say. You technically worked for him and had been traveling the country together for almost two months now, but you’d never actually spoken to Harry.
“Hi, I’m Harry,” he said, pink flooding his cheeks when he realized you probably already knew that.
Sparing him any more embarrassment, you stuck your hand out for him to shake. “I don’t believe we’ve formally met. I’m Y/n.”
“It’s nice to meet you.” He took your hand and shook it, his hand warm and soft, but a little callused too.
You expected Harry to say more, but he didn’t, just continued to stand awkwardly outside your tour bus. You realized then that he’d run out of things to say, and you wondered if he was always this shy. “Did you need something? Everyone went out for lunch and to explore, so they won’t be back until later.”
“No, no, I was looking for you actually,” he said. “Can I come in?”
“Of course! Sorry, where are my manners? I should’ve let you in sooner.”
“It’s no problem.”
You stepped aside to let him in and tried not to gawk. When people met celebrities, they always said things like, “they were taller in person” or something along those lines. You’d never really had a moment like that until now. He didn’t tower over you by any means, but you did have to tilt your head up the tiniest bit to meet his eyes.
The layout of his tour bus must’ve been similar to yours because Harry knew to go to the back of the bus so you could both sit on the couch together. He sat down, crossed his leg, uncrossed it, then placed the other leg on top of his knee. You thought he was just shy, but now you were starting to think he was nervous. I’m not that intimidating, am I?, you thought, wondering how to not come off that way if you were intimidating him.
“I’m sorry for not coming to see you sooner. I usually try to meet everyone at the start of tour, but I feel like anytime I look for you, you’re never around.”
Now it was your turn to blush. “Sorry about that. I usually come back here when I’m finished getting everyone ready for the show.”
“I’m that bad, am I?” he asked, cringing a little.
You blanched, not realizing he was only kidding until it was too late. “Of course not! I’m so sorry if I gave you that impression. I just don’t sleep well when everyone else is in here, so I try to sleep when the bus is empty. I can stay tonight, though. I promise it’s not what you—”
“Y/n,” Harry said gently. “It’s fine. I was only teasing you.”
“Oh.” Well now you were really embarrassed, but you tried to recover. “So, um, was there something I could help you with, or were you just stopping by to say hello?”
Harry took the change of subject in stride. “Well, yes, I wanted to meet you properly, but I also wanted to ask,” he said, pausing like he didn’t want to continue. You knew that look, though. You’d seen it on a lot of guy clients.
“Do you want me to do your makeup?”
“Erm, yes. I don’t know why, but touring just gives me these dark circles,” he said, touching the soft skin beneath his eye. “I don’t know why that was so hard for me to admit. I’ve worn makeup before.”
You shrugged. “It’s not uncommon. A lot of guys are weird about it. But you’ve come to the right place.”
Getting up from the couch, you ran over to where you kept your kit. You hadn’t had to use the stuff you had set aside for Harry yet, but you still kept it close by each night just in case. Going back over to him, you told him to close his eyes and got to work.
It was completely silent, but it wasn’t awkward. Harry seemed to understand that you needed the quiet to focus. With a brush, you put the tiniest amount of color corrector where he needed it and applied a little concealer over it. His dark circles weren’t as bad as he made them out to be and only needed a little touching up. When you told him he could open his eyes, he did so, a lot quicker than you’d anticipated. Now you were practically nose to nose and looking at each other right in the eye.
You sat back immediately, putting away your brushes and the makeup you used on him. Pulling out a mirror, you handed it to him so he could see your handiwork. “It’s like they never existed,” you joked.
Harry inspected himself in the mirror, looking from side to side as if a different angle would magically reveal what you’d covered up. Seemingly satisfied, he set the mirror down. “Thank you.”
“Of course. It’s what I’m here for,” you said, taking the mirror from him and putting it back in your kit.
It occurred to you then that now that he was all taken care of, he would probably want to leave. Only he didn’t stand up. Looking him over, you thought he probably didn’t know how to politely excuse himself. It also occurred to you that he didn’t go out with everyone else to explore Atlanta. Because he couldn’t or because he didn’t want to? You wondered.
Taking a chance, you said, “I, um, I was watching TV in my bunk, but I could play it out here, if you wanted to stay for a while?”
You felt like an idiot the second the words were out of your mouth, but before you could take them back, Harry smiled at you and made himself comfortable on the couch. “I think I’d like that.”
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Halloween was going to be your favorite night, there was no doubt in your mind about it.
The whole band was dressing up for two Halloween shows, and instead of just doing makeup for Ny’oh, Sarah, and Elin, you got to do the boys’ too. Because of that, you had to start earlier than you normally would, but you didn’t mind. Any excuse to break out your more colorful palettes and blushes was more than worth it to you. And everyone hung around while you worked, too, making it a party of sorts. Stella, the hair stylist, and a nail artist was in the band’s dressing room working with you while everyone was listening to music and talking over each other and having a good time. It was the first time you’d hung out with the whole band before, and you had to admit that they were all very sweet. Not that you ever doubted that, you figured that anyone who worked for Harry was probably nice, and you were proved right.
Speaking of Harry, he had yet to come by to get his makeup done, even though you’d been informed that he would be getting his makeup done tonight and tomorrow. You were curious as to what he was currently up to, but you tried not to think about it so you could focus on finishing Pauli’s makeup. After that afternoon where he watched TV on your tour bus, you saw a little bit more of Harry. He made a point of coming to see you, whether that was on your tour bus, a dressing room, craft services, or somewhere else. And he sat down in the makeup chair before shows too. Nothing major, just covering up his dark circles like you’d done on the tour bus and a little something to even out his skin. It gave him a nice glow too, something you pointed out to him the first time you finished his look. Each interaction was always brief, but you thought it was sweet that he went out of his way to see you when he probably had such a busy schedule.
As you were wrapping Mitch’s makeup—he was the only one that didn’t seem totally thrilled about having his makeup done, so you kept it very minimal, putting a little black on his nose to match the lion costume he was supposed to wear—Harry walked in. Too focused on fixing up Mitch’s brows after you convinced him you wouldn’t do much more than that, you didn’t notice him come in, but he noticed you. He wanted to immediately go over to where you were working, at the very least to see how you managed to get Mitch into a makeup chair, but he was sidetracked by Sarah and Elin.
“See? Not so bad,” you said to Mitch, handing him a mirror. You worried he wouldn’t like it, but he seemed satisfied with your minimal work. Thanking you, he walked back over to where everyone else was while you cleaned up your station.
“Who’s next?” you called, turning around to see who was free and who wasn’t. It was then that you saw Harry, and your smile was instant when you saw his hand partially raised. “Oh. Hey, Harry. Come have a seat.”
He sat down in the chair, and you got his designated brushes out, immediately getting started on prepping his skin. “How are you?” he asked, his eyes closed while you brushed moisturizer on his skin.
“Good. How are you?”
You spoke to Harry quietly while you did his makeup, starting with a light base and covering his dark circles like you always did. His voice was soft as he spoke, almost like he didn’t want to disturb your work. He wouldn’t have either way, but like most things he did, you found his awareness of your job very sweet.
“So, I have your base done, is there anything specific that you wanted, or?”
You knew that the theme for tonight was Wizard of Oz and that Harry was dressing up as Dorothy, but aside from that, you had no instruction. Harry opened his eyes and blinked at you. “Nothing…Nothing too intense, I guess? I don’t know, I trust you.”
He was trying to be nice, but he didn’t really give you much to go on. But Harry said he trusted you, so you went on instinct and got started. As promised, you didn’t do anything too intense—a little blush, but strong enough that it would be seen onstage, a little highlight on his cheeks and the tip of his nose, and mascara, though that part made you nervous.
“It might feel a little funny, but try not to touch your eyes, okay?” you said. You used the gentlest formula you had, but you had a feeling it still might bother him, seeing as he’d never worn it previously. You wouldn’t have done it, but you really thought it completed the look, so you just put two coats on and called it a day. “I’ll help you take it all off afterwards. Just come by my bus again.”
“You’re not going to stay?” Harry asked, a small frown on his face.
“I like to catch up on sleep, you know that,” you said. He tried not to look hurt, but you could see it on his face. Before you could think about it, you said, “But I can stay tonight. I want to see how my work turned out.”
You knew you were going to be exhausted tomorrow, but seeing Harry’s face light up was worth it
“I’d like to thank my makeup artist tonight for doing such a wonderful job. She came up with and did all the makeup last night and tonight. She did a wonderful job, don’t you think?”
Harry rested his chin in his hands and grinned so that everyone could see your handiwork. The crowd cheered, and you were suddenly thankful that Harry convinced you to stay and watch his show for a second time. No one of course knew that you were the one who’d done his and the rest of the band’s makeup, but it felt nice to be recognized and praised for your work all the same.
After last night, Harry had more of an idea of what he liked and didn’t like. “Yes to the blush, no to the eye stuff,” he said when he sat down in your chair again. You agreed with him. After the mascara got in his eye while he was onstage, you decided that you would try something else. This time around, you added a slight pink to his cheeks and just above his eyebrows, his skin glowy and flawless as always. Then, as a play on his costume, you glued four pearls to his face: two above his eyebrows and two on his cheeks.
In comparison to his band’s makeup, Harry’s wasn’t as elaborate or over the top, something you had lots of fun coming up with with each person (Mitch even let you play around with some stick on stars too). But in your mind, the makeup was simple so as not to overpower Harry’s costume, which had ruffles and tulle and lace all the way up to his neck. Last night in his Dorothy costume, he’d shouted, “I look cute!”, as he pranced around the stage, but you preferred tonight’s ensemble.
After the show, you went back to the band’s dressing room and began laying out everything needed to remove the stars and pastel colors from their faces. You stifled a yawn, checking the watch on your wrist. In theory, it wasn’t very late, but you hadn’t gotten much sleep in the last few days, and it was starting to catch up with you.
Ny’oh was the first one to enter the dressing room, and also caught you yawning. “You should go back to the bus, get some rest,” she said, walking over to where you were still standing.
“Are you sure? I was going to help everyone get everything off—”
“It’s fine, babe, I know my way around makeup remover. I can help the boys. That’s who you were worried about, right?”
You nodded. “Yeah. Can you just remind them to wash their face and moisturize too? I left some masks out, but I doubt they’ll use them.”
Ny’oh promised that she would take care of everything, ushering you out of the dressing room with a wave of her hands. “I got it, now go. Get some sleep.”
Thanking her, you grabbed the rest of your things and left in a hurry. If you got back to the bus before everyone else, you might be able to fall and stay asleep for a few hours before the snoring and the sleep talking began.
The next two days were mostly traveling with a couple breaks thrown in, so you kept to yourself mostly, hanging out with the rest of the people on the bus occasionally and sleeping when you could. You found traveling days to be your least favorite, as there was very little opportunity to truly be alone, but you managed. When you finally arrived at your next destination, everyone was more than eager to get off the bus and stretch their legs. You did too, but your exhaustion from lack of sleep outweighed your desire to leave the bus, so once everyone was gone, you cuddled up into your bunk, ready to shut out the rest of the world for as long as possible.
It didn’t last long, not nearly as long as you’d hoped, because you were woken up by knocks on the bus door. For a moment, you stayed in your bunk, wondering if it was entirely too rude to not answer whoever was at the door and just hope they eventually went away, but you finally got up.
A sense of deja vu flooded you as you saw Harry on the other side again. His hair was held back with a small black clip, a smile on his face as he looked up at you. The smile dimmed slightly though when he looked you over. “You were sleeping, weren’t you?”
You were, but you didn’t want him to feel bad. “It’s okay.”
“I’m really sorry. I can come back later if—”
“What’s in your hand?”
Harry looked down to where you were looking. Scratching the back of his neck sheepishly, he said, “I asked around and Stella said you didn’t get off the bus with everyone else, and I figured you hadn’t eaten, so…”
“So…you brought me lunch?”
“Yeah, I—I didn’t want you to not eat all day, so I thought I would bring you something, and I wanted to thank you properly.”
“Thank me properly? For what?”
“For all your help in New York,” he said, swaying from foot to foot.
You tilted your head at him curiously. “It’s my job, Harry. There’s no need to thank me.
“H,” he said suddenly. “Everyone, um, everyone calls me H.”
“Oh. H,” you said, trying it out for yourself, missing the smile that grew on Harry’s face when you did so. “Well, like I said, you don’t have to thank me. I was just doing my job.”
“I mean, just because it’s your job doesn’t mean I can’t thank you, but I guess I also wanted to thank you for even coming on tour. I know you declined the first time and that this isn’t the kind of job you would normally take on, so, thank you.”
You were surprised by his confession, surprised that he seemed to know more about you than you did about him. You vaguely recalled his tour manager saying that Harry insisted that you were the makeup artist that was hired for tour, but you hadn’t thought about it much since.
“Of course. I’ve had a lot of fun,” you said. Then, because you couldn’t help yourself, you asked, “So, why did you want to hire me? I was surprised to get a second call from your tour manager. You could’ve easily gone with someone else.”
Harry’s cheeks flushed a deep scarlet, looking more bashful than you’d ever seen him. “I don’t think you remember, but we’ve met before.”
“We have?” You were pretty sure you would’ve remembered meeting a guy as remarkable as him, famous or not.
“Kind of. Indirectly. I—I saw you?” he said, though it sounded more like a question. “Oh Christ, I sound like I’ve stalked you now, that’s not it at all. You, um, you were Lizzo’s makeup artist at a music festival kind of thing. You said hello and asked if I needed anything, but I could barely say yes or no before you were called away to do something else.”
After Harry’s confession, you racked your brain, trying to remember the instance in question. You remembered the event, one of those big radio shows, and you remembered doing Lizzo’s makeup. That night was such a blur, though. Someone else’s makeup artist was sick with the flu and didn’t show up, so you offered to help out. If you had asked Harry if he needed anything, it was probably because you’d been asking multiple people that same question all night.
“I remember that night,” you said, feeling guilty that you couldn’t recall your very brief encounter.
“I remembered you,” he said with more confidence than you’d ever heard him speak. Hearing him say that made your face flush, but that only made him smile more. “I asked Lizzo who you were, which definitely raised some eyebrows, but she told me your name, and after asking around a little more, I knew I at least wanted to hire you to go on tour, but then, you know…”
“Covid,” you said, nodding.
“Covid,” he agreed. “Almost two years later and here we are. I hope that doesn’t freak you out. I didn’t hire you with any ulterior motives or anything. I really do admire your work and thought you would be a valuable member of our team, and I think I was right.”
It was certainly a lot to take in, but Harry was being so earnest, you almost didn’t have a choice but to believe him. You tried not to let him saying, “I remembered you,” get to your head, but it was slowly becoming the only thing you could think about.
“No ulterior motives, huh?” you asked, leaning against the side of the bus door.
Harry shook his head. “Nope.”
“So you bring all your crew members lunch?”
“Um,” he looked down at the takeout in his hands.
It quickly dawned on you that flirting with your boss probably wasn’t the best idea. There was still a lot of the tour left, and this…whatever was happening right now was probably more trouble than it was worth. Were you attracted to Harry? Sure, but you found lots of people attractive, that didn’t mean you acted on that attraction. So before he could come up with an answer that would probably be trouble for the both of you, you said, “I’m kidding. Friends?”
Harry looked at you for a few moments, and you couldn’t tell what it meant. Finally, though, he agreed and said, “Friends.”
You let him in the tour bus and led him to the back so you could sit down and watch your show. It only occurred to you now that you hadn’t watched another episode since you watched it with Harry.
As you walked to the couches, you couldn’t be sure, but you swore Harry muttered, “We’ll see about that.”
Now what the hell did he mean by that?
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It was the last night of the tour, a night you were both dreading and looking forward to for weeks. You’d had a lot of fun, and made friends that you were confident enough to say would last. There were memories you would carry with you forever, and you could only describe being on tour with Harry and his band the experience of a lifetime. Still, you were partly relieved because while touring was fun, it was very long, and living out of a tour bus wasn’t your favorite. Sleeping came easier after investing in ear plugs and a white noise app on your phone, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss the comfort of your own bed.
And then there was Harry.
The two of you had grown quite close over the last couple months, so close that Ny’oh would wiggle her eyebrows at you whenever he came looking for you in the band’s dressing room. That alone was embarrassing, but it was when you tried to convince her that nothing was happening and Harry merely draped an arm around your shoulder and kissed the top of your head that had you flushing from head to toe.
Since that afternoon in your tour bus, Harry shamelessly flirted with you. Anytime he convinced you to stay for the concert instead of going back to the tour bus, he’d wink at you on stage and look you in the eye when he sang certain lines, and during your stop in Seattle, he brought you a bouquet of flowers from Pike’s Place.
Harry’s affection was overwhelming to say the least. You’d never had anyone work as hard as he did to get you to go out with them, but like clockwork every night before he had to go onstage, he would ask, “You free tonight?”, to which you would reply with a shake of your head. At first, he would only ask you out when no one was around, but as the tour progressed, he said it in front of anyone who was around.
He was never deterred by your rejection, in fact, it only made him double down and try harder. It got to the point where everyone knew that Harry had a thing for the makeup artist. You thought that that would make you some kind of a pariah among the rest of the crew, but it didn’t. Some would tease, but it was never in a malicious way. And Harry’s band only encouraged him.
“Why do you never say yes? You obviously like him too,” Elin asked as you did her makeup one night.
You shrugged, blending her crease color until you came up with an answer. “He’s my boss. I’m pretty sure that’s like the number one rule about work. You don’t date your co-workers, and you definitely don’t date your boss.”
That was the main point, but you were pretty sure you, and especially Harry, liked the game of cat and mouse you’d been playing most of the tour. You knew that he knew you liked him, so he just took whatever you gave him in stride, ready to try again the next day.
“Y/n,” she said, opening her eyes to look at you skeptically. “Mitch and Sarah are literally married and have a baby. Things are a little different here than working in an office.”
Elin had a point there, one that you couldn’t ignore. If you weren’t resting on the tour bus or hanging out with Harry, you were often babysitting for Mitch and Sarah. Odds were, if someone needed to find you, all you had to do was figure out where the baby was, and you would be there too. Which only made Harry even more attracted to you, not that he would ever tell you that.
Still, even if Mitch and Sarah made it work, that made them more of an exception than the rule.
“What happens when it’s all over, Elin?” you asked suddenly
“What do you mean?”
“After the tour ends, I go back to LA and find my next job, and he goes…Well, I don’t know where he goes, but I think the atmosphere here heightens everything. I’m worried it won’t be the same when everything goes back to normal.”
Elin just smiled at you like she knew something you didn’t, but you couldn’t bring yourself to ask her more about it, so you finished her makeup in silence.
Now the final tour date had arrived, and butterflies were running rampant in your belly. You weren’t avoiding Harry, but you also weren’t hanging out where you normally would just before the show started. You were with the baby, walking up and down a random hallway trying to get him to fall asleep. You would never admit it to Mitch or Sarah, but part of you offered to watch him tonight so that you would have a buffer between you and Harry.
“Am I being silly, bub?” you cooed at the baby in your arms. He didn’t answer, just gurgled at you happily. “He’s a good guy, a great one even. He’s kind, he seems to genuinely care, he likes the things I like, he—”
“He’s wildly attractive, worships the ground you walk on, is great in bed.”
You jolted, clutching the baby tighter to your chest. “Jesus, H, you scared me.”
He was leaning against one side hallway, no telling how long he’d been standing there and listening to you talk about him. Almost like you couldn’t help it, you looked him up and down. The gold vest was too good, showing off just the right amount of skin and accentuating his tattoos perfectly. And Harry knew it too. He was waiting for you when you met your eyes again, grinning at you devilishly.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were hiding from me,” he said, stepping closer to you.
“Not hiding. No, I’m just trying to get him to fall asleep,” you said, gesturing to the baby you were holding.
He took another step closer. “So, you’ll get to watch the show tonight, then?”
“Of course. It’s the last one, I wouldn’t miss it.”
“Great,” Harry said, his grin wide and bright. “Afterwards, I was thinking maybe we could just—”
You waited for him to finish, but he didn’t. You figured he was going to ask you out like he normally did, but something about him seemed different this time around. He looked more nervous, less sure of himself. “Just?” you asked, hoping a prompting would help him.
“Talk,” he said, almost blurted. “I think about doing so many things with you, but at the end of the day, I just want to sit and talk to you for hours. Whether that’s in a hotel room, or a house, or a tour bus, or your makeup chair. I want to talk until we know everything about each other. You—You’ve brushed me off every time I’ve asked you, and I was okay with it because I knew I would have another chance, but now it’s the last night of the tour, and I don’t know what I’d do if you said no again.”
“Harry—” you tried to say, but he kept going.
“No, please let me finish. I know you think that we wouldn’t work away from all this,” he said, gesturing vaguely to the venue. “But, I like you so much. I don’t think you understand how much joy just seeing you every day brings me. So no more games, no more chasing you down and hoping you’ll say yes. I think you’re amazing and beautiful and are the most genuine person I’ve ever met. Please say you’ll wait for me after the show so we can talk.”
You were rendered speechless. Obviously you knew Harry liked you, but you didn’t know how deeply. Sure he flirted and sought you out on off days to hang out with you, but you were so focused on keeping your own feelings in check, you didn’t stop and think about what actually being with him might look like.
Looking at him now, you saw his green eyes pleading with yours. You’d never seen him so desperate before. “I, um, I’d really like that.”
Harry’s expression was one of disbelief. “Yeah?”
Nodding, you confessed, “Saying no to you almost every night is exhausting. It probably doesn’t make sense, but I was protecting myself in case—”
“I do understand, of course I do,” he said. Reaching forward, he gingerly took your chin in his hand. “But I have a break after this tour, and I just want to see where this goes.”
“Me too, and I have the feeling you’re about to kiss me, but it just doesn’t seem right while holding someone else’s baby.”
Harry’s eyes broke away from yours and looked down to where you were still holding Mich and Sarah’s little bundle of joy. He grinned, seeming to agree with you. “That’s fair, but don’t run off right after the show, alright? I want you to be the first person I see when I come backstage.”
“Deal.”
You and Harry didn’t kiss in the hallway, but you let him take your free hand in his as you made your way back to where everyone else was. Both of you were giddy with excitement, looking forward to the end of the show.
“Fucking finally!”
Looking up, you saw Pauli and Ny’oh standing by a bunch of equipment. Having seen your joined hands, Ny’oh shouted, getting the attention of everyone else milling around and prepping for the show.
“Oh my God,” you groaned, embarrassed beyond belief. You tried to slip your hand out of Harry’s, but he held onto you tighter.
The rest of the night was a blur, and by the time Harry was blowing kisses and making his way offstage, you were practically vibrating with excitement. He jogged off the way he normally did, shedding his gold vest and handing it off to someone as he went, but he only had eyes for one person.
You were waiting for him at the end of the tunnel, and having seen you, Harry picked up his speed. When he was finally in front of you, you grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him against the wall. “I think you’re amazing and beautiful and one of the most genuine people I’ve ever met too,” you said, just before pulling him down so his lips met yours.
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Revisiting information from Tom Bower's book Revenge and current events in the House of Windsor.
Misan Harriman: All Roads lead back, to Soho House & the person Rachel described as her "gay husband," Markus Anderson.
Anglo-Nigerian photographer, Misan Harriman, was instrumental in Meghan’s 2014 post-Trevor re-brand from Deal or No Deal Briefcase Girl to faux philanthropist/humanitarian.
Allegedly he's also gay, along with the other "boys" in MEgain's Soho House Circle. All in "contract" marriages with female "beards" like Rachel Meghan Markle. All liars.
According to Tom Bower's research (Revenge p. 63), Meghan was determined to use One Young World as her launching pad to celebrity philanthropy.
She was unknown to the OYW founders and event staff so she contacted Misan Harriman to ask for an introduction to his friend, tennis star, Boris Becker.
Becker was already scheduled to speak at the Dublin conference and Misan pitched the idea of Meghan's participation.
Becker referred Meghan to HIS AGENT, Gina Nelthorpe-Cowne.
If I remember correctly, in Gina's pre-wedding articles and interviews, she mentioned that Meghan contacted her office in 2014 to express an interest in helping with the OYW conference(s). I had no idea that Meghan and Misan were friendly while Meghan cohabitated with Celebrity Chef Cory.
MEgain did not choose Misan for her engagement photographs. Misan has only been in the photography business for five (5) years.
Soho House members, the York Sisters, invited Misan to capture the moment Edo proposed to Beatrice. (sigh & smh) SAME Eugenie who told the press, "we really like her..." when someone (OMIT & Jessica) gave Camilla Tominey permission to publicize their affair. Camilla repeatedly writes that William MUST forgive Sparry. Tominey cares nothing for the Wales family or the country. Her interests are rooted in greed and irresponsible reporting to sell papers.
Notice The Meghans began paying Misan during MEGXIT. He captured the stills and video footage for Megflix. He is also paid by Invictus. There's a lot of cash flowing into Misan's bank account via The Meghan and their archeficicial business ventures. IRS, where you at???? 🤔
I'm not sure why I included the following in my original 2022 post: "Allegedly, during Harry's 2 nights in Tornto (babysat by Jason Knauf), just before he flew to the US-FL IG, Meghan (while cohabitating w/Cory & just back from spending Mother's Day weekend w/Cory's parents) Meghan told Harry about her interest in helping him with the Invictus Games."
One thing that stands out to me is how much both Meghans lied during the engagement interview:
Sparry & MEgain admitted (on international television) that they were secretly dating for 5-6 months BEFORE Tominey received the story.
Do the math. If they met in July of 2016 and had 5-6 months together in secret, Camilla's article would have been published in December or January, not October/November.
Camilla's article was published at the time of their Toronto (soho house) Halloween party with Eugenie and Jack Brooksbank: October 2016 = only 3 dating months.
If they began dating during Sparry's Spring promotional visit to Toronto for Ingriftus, then YES--- they were "together" (like spooning bananas) for five (5) months before MEgain leaked the details to Tominey
Sparry is just as much of a compulsive liar as his wife. He lies about the unnecessary details:
"we had to announce your megnantcy for the tour because you were showing..."
"It's true, you did blend in-----‐until our farewell week..."
I have future content coming about Victoria Hervey and Dan Wootton's despicable behavior during kategate. At the moment I wish she would stop extending open invitations for Sparry "to come home," when he's repeatedly been clear that America is his home & America is where he feels safe.
In my opinion, Sparry and MEgain deserve to be married to one another FOREVER!! Initially I viewed Sparry as her victim but just because Sparry is mentally & emotionally unstable and intellectually "sub-educational" (as Lady C would say), does not excuse his character issues: lying, cheating, stealing, grifting to achieve fame and fortune in America. People all over the world with low IQs know the difference between right and wrong. There is no excuse for Sparry's crimes.
Royal Families cannot expect their people to look past bad behavior. Charles got what he wanted, "Camilla." Despite the good press she receives, the majority of the world sees Charles as spoiled and feckless. I do think he will be surprised to learn just how many Brits wish he & Camilla would just go on a permanent holiday.
In a world of meritocracy, we have watched Meghan Markle, Sparry, and Andrew get away with murder. Zero on the job consequences for bad behavior------>Out of touch with everyday people.
Andrew & Sparry have caused permanent damage to brand BRF. When Charles chooses tone deafness over humility and shame, they are begging the people for a Republic.
Normal people pay a price for their unwise decisions. Selfish Charles chose Jesus' resurrection day to rub Andrew into the faces of the British people and global royal watchers.
People won't take these moments of pure contempt for the will and opinions of the people and just let it all go due to cancer. Charles is still seen as a feckless king who will ultimately destroy this monarchy because it appears he cannot or will not manage his household.
Go to church Andrew & Fergie, but not in front of the cameras and not at the expense of the taxpayers. These are not difficult situations for Buckingham Palace. Does anyone have a working brain? It's as if Charles is deliberately destroying everything his mother & father worked so hard to preserve.
I agree @sassyfrassboss and don't get me started on Sarah's health related virtue signals. Why is it so difficult for Fergie to stop talking? And why won't Andrew go away and live out a solitary life? No one wants to shake hands with Epstein's pal. No charity wants to be represented by Epstein's pal. Consequences.
Andrew is reviled and despised because he refuses to accept responsibility for his unwise choices. He has no remorse for choosing "sleazy e & co" over his family and his country. It's not complicated.
I have drafts of future content about the York's. Surmise it to say, Andrew and Sarah are just not bright people. What's worse is they are selfish and refuse to step out of the limelight to give their daughters & grandkids a fresh start.
Unfortunately, like The Meghans, Eugenie was willing to exploit the identities of other people's children while concealing the face of her own child with stickers.
Ultimately Eugenie used the Jubilee to change course. She finally held up the child to show his face. Cute child. What's not cute is the elitist mindset that "blue blood makes us extra special."
After visiting Davos, Eugenie was quick to parrot her elitist, WEF talking points. There was no critical thinking about the issue(s) (like, "hmm, my husband wears glasses"), just a regurgitation of elitist talking points.
No one wants to see Andrew on Easter Sunday or for that matter at any other holiday. Seeing him jolly on parade is a slap in the face to all who had a deep affection for Queen Elizabeth's virtues and basic human decency. It's past time for him to retire from public life.
Rolling up to Easter service as though the York's are respectable members of society who serve Jesus Christ is absolutely shameful.
Not because of a liar named Virginia and her fake photo, but because of Andrew's REAL Central Park, NYC photos and the video footage of Andrew coming and going from Epstein's NYC home. Not to mention their big Epstein dinner with guests like Katie Couric, George Stephanopoulos and Woody Allen---- to name just a few.
Andrew used tax payer's money to travel in support of Jeffrey Epstein upon his release from prison.
A man who was convicted of sexually assaulting under age girls served about 12 months in prison and upon release he threw a NYC party for his royal pal Andrew! The Palace was "too honorable" to reply, "No thank you. Have a nice life." Andrew seems too self centered to concern himself with the commandments to "avoid even the appearance of evil" and to "honor" his mother & father's legacies.
#misan harriman#mythcarriage#tom bower#revenge#one young world#amber heard#The Meghans#spare us#megxit#worldwide privacy tour#duke and duchess of sussex#like a spare#brf#Meghan's post-divorce rebrand to philanthropy#human remains cannot be buried on private property without state permits#Gina Nelthorpe-Cowne#Duke and Duchess of York#Andrew Duke of York#Sarah Ferguson Duchess of York#WEF#The end of the Windsor Mountbatten Monarchy#markus anderson#gina nelthorpe cowne#liars
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SR Lilia Vanrouge Halloween Personal Story: Part 1
"I shall scare the pants off of you"
Part 1 (Part 2)
[Interior Hallway]
Ace: The Halloween Steering Committee members were meeting somewhere in one of these classrooms, right?
Ace: I got told to come submit an application for the magic we're planning on using for our effects, but…
Ace: Man, Riddle-ryōchō's so impatient, Cater-senpai woulda been back at the dorm soon enough if he had just waited a bit longer.
Sebek: SILVER!!! YOU STILL PLAN ON SLEEPING!?!
Ace: Hm? That loud voice is…
Ace: Yup, just like I thought, Sebek… Oh, and Silver-senpai. Heeey, what are you guys doing here?
Sebek: Hmph… Ace.
Sebek: There are some decorations we want the Young Master and Lilia-sama review, for their approval. We are waiting for the meeting to end.
Ace: Can't you just shoot them a text or something, askin' 'em to let you know when they're done with the meeting?
Ace: That way you don't have to be waiting around here for the meeting to end.
Sebek: How dare you suggest I would use a phone to contact either of them!? I would never be able to do something so impertinent!!!!!
Ace: Uh-huh. Well, don't know how impertinent it is, but I guess we're stuck waiting here together until the meeting is over.
[clamor, clamor]
Ace/Silver/Sebek: …
Silver: Zzz…
Sebek: SILVER! DON'T LEAN AGAINST ME!!!!
Silver: Ah! Apologies.
Ace: Sebek, dude, your voice is way too loud. They're having a meeting in there, so you gotta turn your volume down.
Sebek: Urgh… True, I certainly cannot bother the young master in the course of his duties.
Ace: And he's probably falling asleep 'cause you guys're just standing there, yeah?
Ace: If you're gonna shout at him every time to stay awake, then why don't you tell a cool story or two instead?
Sebek: A cool story, hm. Well, now that you mention it, last night, my liege…
Ace: There it is, "my liege." Yeah, no talking about a topic that's only exciting to you.
Sebek: Why?! He is a topic that should excite anyone!
Ace: Oh hey, here's an idea. Don't you have any interesting tidbits of Halloween in Briar Valley?
Sebek: Halloween doesn't differ much between countries, does it?
Silver: Actually… From what I've heard from my father, Halloween celebrations can differ greatly among countries and cultures.
Silver: The other day, Azul explained how Halloween was celebrated in the Coral Sea, and it is vastly different from both how Briar Valley and this school celebrates it.
Sebek: Wha― Is that true!? …A-Ahem! Then I suppose I can speak a little bit on the matter!
Sebek: In Briar Valley, we carve our lanterns out of wood. I don't believe the purpose changes much from the ones made from pumpkins…
Ace: Cool, what else?
Silver: Also… When the moon is directly overhead in the night sky, scarecrows are set alight in the castle square, and everyone dances around them in costume.
Ace: I see. Kinda feels like a midnight costume dance party.
Sebek: It is not that sort of frivolous affair. It is a festival for ghosts where evil spirits run rampant!
Sebek: …When I think back to that one Halloween 10 years ago, it sends shivers down my spine…
Ace: C'mon～ You're TOTALLY just exaggerating now.
Sebek: THIS IS NOT AN EXAGGERATION!!!!!!
Sebek: YOU CAN ONLY SAY SUCH THINGS BECAUSE YOU KNOW NOTHING!!!!
Silver: He's right… It's just as Sebek says. Halloween in Briar Valley is… truly terrifying…
Ace: Eeh? If even Silver-senpai is saying that, then…
[door creaks open]
Lilia: Sebek, Silver, sorry to keep you waiting. We could hear your voice from inside.
Malleus: I do not mind you waiting for us, but be a little quieter while the meeting is in session.
Sebek: M-My apologies…
Cater: Oh? Hey, Ace-chan's here too. What's up?
Ace: Riddle-ryōchō told me to bring these docs to you, so I came. Here you go.
Ace: And then, I was bored while waiting around for ya, so I asked them about Halloween in Briar Valley…
Ace: But then Sebek got all emotional, and was like, "There is nothing more terrifying!" or whatever.
Cater: Oooh, so Briar Valley's Halloween's that scary?
Cater: I hear that life in Briar Valley basically revolves around magic… Does that mean you guys put up all your decorations with magic, too?
Malleus: Indeed. A majority of the decorations are made with magic, yes. As for how terrifying it is, well, I would say that may differ on the person.
Ace: Seeee, so you guys are just scaredy-cats, huh?
Sebek: No, that's not true…!
Lilia: Kufufu. Regardless of whether Sebek is a "scaredy-cat" or not…
Lilia: It certainly is true that Halloween celebrations in Briar Valley are very different from here on campus.
Cater: Oooh, really? You know, your boy Cay-kun here really likes scary stories! Tell me some, Lilia-chan ♪
Lilia: Right. Well, let me thoroughly regale you some tales, as a knowledgeable ambassador of Briar Valley!
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Requested by Anonymous.
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random question inspired by my general disdain for The Holidays™: what's Christmas like in the Philippines? I'm extremely fed up with how most Americans celebrate it so I'd be super interested to hear about how another culture does it. :D (if you don't mind, of course!) Feel free to infodump as much or as little as you like :)))
WAAAAA I'd love to!! Also that's totally understandable OOF, but yes I'd gladly talk about it!!!
So I hope this doesn't come as a disappointment but the Philippines is a pretty Americanized country, but of course there are still many key differences in our traditions! For one, which you might have heard LOL, we start preparing for Christmas all the way in September (as in, Christmas decorations start going up already, and Christmas music starts playing in the malls). Generally we don't celebrate Thanksgiving since it's an American holiday and we don't care as much about Halloween, so it's not like a WHOLE THING like it is in America (I was surprised to learn how big of a deal it is over there LOL!).
We have this celebrity who's also a beloved Filipino meme, Jose Mari Chan, who basically is like, the harbinger of Christmas here. Like months in advance we'll have memes pop up occasionally saying stuff like "Ready na ba kayo?" (are you ready yet??) and things like that LOL. Here's some of my favorite examples:
("I'm just warming up")
(explanation and translation: we have a famous Filipino Christmas song that starts with, "Whenever I see girls and boys selling lanterns on the street...", which is what Jose Mari Chan is starting to sing LOL, then the guard is saying, "Sir, seniors aren't allowed to go out." (this was made during pandemic times HAHAHA)
And a personal favorite:
LOLLL
Also since the majority of the Philippines is Catholic that plays a huge factor in it too. Another tradition that's mainly Catholic (so I haven't ever actually participated in it) is called simbang gabi, which is basically nine days of mass before Christmas. Then on Christmas Eve the final mass is called Misa da Gallo. It's basically a way for everyone to prepare for Christmas!
Another big thing about Philippine Christmases (although I'm sure a bunch of other cultures do this too LOL including Americans), we a lot of the time celebrate Christmas with our extended families (both sides during different times if possible!), since, you know, family is very important to us!! Us younger ones will usually go around to the adults to "bless" them, or do "Mano po" (basically press the back of their hands to our foreheads which is like, a traditional sign of respect) to all the adults, and a lot of time we get angpao (money inside those little red Chinese folders) tee hee hee! And a lot of the time we get more specific gifts from our ninongs and ninangs (god fathers and god mothers) (yes sometimes we have multiple no I can't really explain why HAHA). And if we're blessed to have them, all the cousins hang out and do whatever we like while the adults mingle (sometimes we go to the bedroom of whichever cousin's family is hosting the gathering)—I have very fond memories of those times.
But I think one of the bigger differences is that we don't have our official celebration on Christmas morning—we actually celebrate the night before, on Christmas Eve! We like to prepare for our Noche Buena (also a Spanish tradition LOL, it's basically a special Holiday feast) for the whole day, then we wait for 12am to strike, then THAT'S when we start eating and playing games and of course opening presents. It's such a fun time and I've spent multiple Christmases up late until the sun rose reading my new books or something. From what I know most families here stay home during the rest of Christmas day resting and enjoying the time with their own families.
We also do Christmas caroling differently. Idk how it works in America but in the Philippines random groups of kids go around to houses to sing Christmas songs for money. Sometimes they have makeshift instruments, occasionally a guitar and tambourine. They aren't always that good HAHA but they do their best, and they have a lot of fun doing it (my siblings and I did it once!! It was a lot of fun).
We also have a traditional Christmas decoration, called the paról. It's basically these star-shaped paper lanterns, and they're beautiful!
We also may play games like Pinoy Henyo (similar to charades, basically a paper with a word is placed on yours or your teammates forehead and you/your teammate need to help them guess what the word is, answering questions like is it a person?? animal?? place?? etc., getting more specific until you figure out the word), Bring Me (basically you need to be the first to bring the item, for example: bring me a wallet! A lot of parents usually help the kids by giving their own things LOL), and Longest Line (basically you need to make the longest line only using things you're wearing) (yes some guys have taken off their shirts, sometimes people just lie down in the line LOL). It's a lot of fun.
So in conclusion, while, like with any country, we can also be prone to commercialism, Christmas is a lot of fun in the Philippines, at least for me!
Anddd that's mostly it I think!!! thank you so much for this ask!! I was really excited to answer when I got it lol!! I'm sorry it took a while tho, I wanted to let my friends check to see if what I said was accurate (because I am uncertain like that LOLL). I really enjoyed answering it too so thank you and I hope it was interesting!!!
#Little Lotte!#offendedteaspoon#the philippines#philippines#asks#Christmas#filipino#long asterrisks#cultures#christmas 2023
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Here's a Halloween ask because you seem hyped and my country doesn't celebrate it: what do you think would be good couple/group costumes for some of your fave Smosh ships/dynamics? Also I love your edits so so so much they really scratch the brain good -dot hell anon
AH i am honored to receive this ask bc i have been thinking about it ofc. also tysm im glad you enjoy <33333
spencer and tommy - obv i've thought about this a TON and i think they would have multiple costumes. one kinda basic that they can just throw on and wear to parties - like cowboys. just super simple. but what they would take pictures in? some insane movie reference. like the brother and mom from hereditary.
shayne, courtney, and damien - they have The opportunity to go as ken, barbie, and allan. why would they not.
keith and noah - miles morales and peter parker. end of discussion.
angela and amanda - oh they have so many cute options. sun and moon, glinda and elphaba, mario and luigi. any of these would be fun!!
bonus: you can add chanse and/or arasha into any of these combos and make it a group costume. sun/moon/stars/clouds. glinda/elphaba/fiyero/boq. mario/luigi/bowser/peach. the golden four know no bounds.
kimmy and courtney - pspsps please y'all wanna do a daphne and velma moment so bad.... bonus shayne and damien can be fred and shaggy if you want but idc im thinking about Women
shayne and damien - finn and jake adventure time. its the perfect time to do it if you really think ab it.
jackie and shayne - yzma and kronk and im taking no questions, comments, or concerns at this time
jackie and damien - i would pay. I WOULD PAY. for baz luhrman's romeo & juliet. you know the scene. with the angel wings. i would die.
spencer and courtney - sharkboy and lavagirl. once again i am taking no questions.
noah and chanse - mermaid man and barnacle boy. im so serious. you can decide who is who.
tommy, spencer, and courtney - team rocket is meowth. either spencer or courtney is meowth and tommy in every iteration is in drag as jessie. thank you for your time.
olivia and courtney - olivia rodrigo and sabrina carpenter. she's topical!
arasha, chanse, angela - i feel like these three have real opportunities to rock trio costumes. alvin and the chipmunks, the sanderson sisters, mean girls, powerpuff girls. so many options. chanse is in drag for most of these too absolute added bonus
#anyway! i have to go to a party now so that's all we get but you get the gist#ask#asks#anon#anonymous
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I think diavolo would bring a theme christmas week to RAD when MC told him about it and how they celebrated SJDJSJ
And like they do the secret friend with the brothers and dateables <33 they could be really cute scenarios and interactions while everyone search for the perfect gift for their secret friend
Of course someone needs to be dressed as santa, probably diavolo or beel, and give the gift to each demon and angel awwawawawawwww
Yesss anon this is exactly why we don't think too much about demons celebrating Christmas - 'cause it's so dang cute!!
I really think the instant Diavolo learned about Christmas, he would want to have a big celebration for it. Especially if MC really just focused on things like Santa, maybe made him watch some Christmas movies. Can you imagine Dia watching Elf? MC is like, this is for educational purposes lol. MC gives him a playlist of Christmas music, but it's all the songs about snow and stuff. They make a separate one for the angels that's all the angel songs. Assuming the angels aren't super familiar with human Christmas music lol. I would assume the Celestial Realm has its whole own thing going on with that.
Man I loooove the secret Santa idea! Just imagine them all agonizing over the gifts to get for each other! Everybody consults MC about it, so in the end MC knows exactly who has who.
I could see either Diavolo or Beel being amazing Santas, but I think Diavolo would just be SO EXCITED to dress up. Barbatos makes him the Santa outfit. They get him a beard and everything. MC tells him he has to say ho ho ho and what not. Little D's get to wear reindeer headbands. I am here for all of this.
I will say that my Christmas experience is very American, but there are probably a lot of cool traditions from other countries that they'd be just as excited about. Even within the same place, people often have vastly different holiday traditions, so I think it'd be fun to consider how they'd react to all the possibilities. Assuming they knew nothing of Christmas before all this, they'd probably get a little overwhelmed lol!
HOWEVER I will say it's October 1st, shouldn't you guys be sending me Halloween-related asks?? I feel like the Home Depot pulling out Christmas in October lol.
#I'm only joking of course#send me all the Christmas asks you like lol#I'm truly enjoying the images of this stuff#it would really be very cute#obey me#obey me nightbringer#obey me diavolo#anon asks#misc answers
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A different halloween night
Maria: Is everyone here?
Yuma: Yeah yeah, hurry up with it, will ya?
Shin: Why did you want us all here? It better be good or you'll pay for making me come to this stinky place.
Reiji: "Stinky"? Ha... That is hardly a word that could describe our mansion... However I suppose I could not expect any different from a founder.
Kino: I have a highscore waiting for me. Can we speed this up?
Maria: Ok ok, relax. As you all may know, today is Halloween. So I thought it would be fun if we all had a little celebration together.
Subaru: YOU CALLED US HERE FOR A STUPID HUMAN CELEBRATION!?
Kanato: Unacceptable... I should cut off your skin for wasting our time, right, Teddy?
Laito: Nfu Come on~ It's not that bad of an idea~
Kazemi: Right. Besides, Maria never got to celebrate Halloween since it's not part of the brazilian culture. Of course she would want to take the chance now.
Yuma: As long as I don't have to wear some ridiculous makeup, I could care less.
Maria: Please, everyone! I know it's gonna be fun! Before we continue though, I have a question for everyone...
Trick or treat?
Ayato: Huh?
Ruki: Are we supposed to answer...?
Kino: Trick, of course! You are the one who should be giving us treats for our troubles.
Azusa: If the... trick is painful... then I... want it... heh...
Kazemi: Maria... What are you planning on?
Maria: Just wait.
... "Marmelada de banana, bananada de goiaba, goiabada de marmelo~"
Subaru: What, she's singing now!?
Carla: A mermaid singing is never good...
Maria: "Sítio do pica pau amarelo~ Sítio do pica pau amareloooo~"
*Swoosh*
Ayato: What the-
Kou: Woaaahh!!
*Magic sounds*
Azusa: Hmph... what... happened...?
Kazemi: Eh...? Why am I in mermaid form?
Yuma: AHH!! Why am I wearing a dress!?
Ruki: Me too... Maria, what is the meaning of this?
Ayato: Yeah? What is this? Why am I missing a leg!?
Shin: And why does Nii-san look like a fish!?
Carla: ...
Maria: Fufufu Welcome, everyone, to my Halloween party~!
The theme I came up with is a show from my home country known as Sítio do Pica pau amarelo!
Ayato is Saci Pererê, Kanato is Narizinho, Yui is Emília, Laito is Tio Barnabé, Reiji is Visconde de Sabugosa, Shu is Rabicó and Subaru is Pedrinho.
Ruki is Dona Benta, Yuma is Tia Anastácia, Kou is Zé Carijó, Azusa is Quindin the rhino, Carla is Prince Escamado, Shin is Conselheiro and Kino is Cuca.
Kazemi: What about me?
Maria: You're Iara!
Kanato: I'M GONNA RIP YOUR EYES OFF!!
Subaru: YEAH! BRING US BACK TO NORMAL!!
Ayato: YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS, FAKE BLUE!
Laito: Hahaha Ayato-kun looks good with a missing leg though~
Ayato: Shut up!!
Maria: Please guys, calm down! The illusion will end as soon as each of you finds the book corresponding to your character. The books are hidden all over the mansion. Once you have it, you go back to normal immediately.
Shu: So much trouble... But now that I think of it, you would never come up with such nonsense on your own.
Maria: Eh?
Reiji: I will have to agree. Whether out of fear or out of your own stupidness, the fact is you would never dare mess with us like this without being sure of your safety.
Yuma: Hah? What is that supposed to mean?
Ruki: I see... So you think there might be someone else behind this whole story.
???: Indeed.
Everyone: !?
*Footsteps*
Karlheinz: Maria would never play such a prank on anyone... So I had to give her some... incentive.
Carla: You... What is with those clothes?
Karlheinz: Why, I am part of the game, of course!
Maria: Yes! Karlheinz-sama is Dr. Caramujo and I am Dona Aranha!
Laito: ... What have you done to Slut-chan?
Karlheinz: Nfufu Do not worry. She is in no danger. I have simply cast a simple spell on her to make her emotions all numb, including her fear. She will serve as your guide through the game so everyone can get to the end.
Shu: So you made her into a puppet...
Kanato: How unpleasant... Please, bring her back immediatelly. Me and Teddy have no wish to play this game.
Ruki: I agree this is rather uncomfortable... However if this is Lord Karlheinz's wish, we have no right to question it.
Karlheinz: Cheer up. The faster you find the books, the sooner you'll end Maria's illusion and my spell. You have until the sunrise.
Ready? Start searching~!
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Introduction to All Hallows
So then.
Theme parks and Halloween. Halloween and theme parks.
Most of your big-name American parks do something interesting for Halloween, and it’s no wonder. In the US, this holiday is second only to Christmas in terms of popularity and theme-ability (and if the Millennials and Zoomers have their way, may just eclipse it soon…get on that, kids). What’s more, every park can find a Halloween vibe that suits its brand. Universal Studios, the outfit that basically invented horror movies, goes all-out on the grotesque with roaming hordes of ghoulish, chainsaw-wielding “scare-acters,” indoor mazes filled with horrific imagery and jump-scares, and an extra-frightening version of the tram tour. Disney, by contrast, goes family-friendly with smiling jack-o-lanterns, special parades and fireworks, and evening events featuring trick-or-treat stations and dance floors. Almost any park might toss in some zombified character performers, fog machines, and creepy music for its after-dark Halloween events.
And that’s not even counting the temporary Halloween attractions that spring up every fall like mushrooms after a light rain, and vanish just as quickly once November rolls around.
I’ve explored several types—not all of them, but enough to make an informed opinion—and that opinion is that none of them really reflects my feelings about Halloween. This is largely because that very expectation of brand-appropriateness means that only a small part of the full spectrum of moods and concepts represented by the holiday will be showcased. Halloween is complicated, man. The most obvious comparison is, again, with Christmas, and I think there's a pretty strong consensus as to what that holiday is about—the disagreements, when they arise, tend to revolve around not what Christmas means, but whether the things it means are good.
But Halloween has layers. It has textures. It's bound to, given its history as a pop culture-infused spooky extravaganza slathered on top of a romp day for children that grew out of an expression of neighborly mischief based on a Victorian celebration of mysticism and superstition harking back to a Catholic feast honoring the saints cribbed from a Celtic end-of-year harvest/ancestor worship festival. There are a lot of different tones and motifs associated with Halloween, and they're all equally valid.
What is Halloween about, when you get right down to it? Which aspect of this uniquely multifaceted holiday reigns supreme?
Costumes, free candy, and children roaming the neighborhood after dark?
The harvest season, with pumpkins and cornstalks and spiced apple cider to sip while enjoying a hayride in the country?
Witches and goblins and banshees and other beings from fantasy and folklore lurking in the forest at midnight?
Moldering graveyards, haunted castles, marauding vampires and unfriendly villages where every door is bolted and every shutter drawn promptly at sundown?
Horror movies, bloody murder, zombies at the mall and stalkers in the bushes?
All of these and more?
I have to pick the last option, and that's why I think Halloween, as a concept, could support an entire full-sized theme park, and not just during the fall but year-round. Christmas theme parks of various scales and scopes have enjoyed year-round success in the past, and while their heyday has passed by now…well, see my above point about Halloween gradually catching up with and even surpassing Christmas in popularity. Fans of Halloween seem much more tolerant of the “creep” phenomenon where it gradually gets promoted earlier and earlier in the year, than fans of Christmas. Additionally, Halloween crosses over almost seamlessly with a number of genres of fiction, including horror, thriller, and urban fantasy, all of which are evergreen in and of themselves.
If nothing else, the Goths would love it.
Stay tuned for more details about…
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Why we must commemorate Samhain, instead of celebrate Halloween?
I'm not saying that you shoudn't go to a Halloween's Party, if you are invited by one of your friends or neighbours; just... That I want you to remember that Samhain, is a commemorative date; and, as Pagans/Wiccans/Witches; we must put a great distance, between the two: I'll explain why, in short!
When I was a kid, I felt something in the air; every October 31. (I don't know how to describe it, but... I just was FEELING IT...) Every Halloween, I watched classic horror movies that same morning with my parents and siblings; while we made homemade popcorn. When I was almost a teenager; I started to hear about customes's parties in that date, in my country: I was a bit curious about that, but my parents wouldn't have let me go to any of that, and... Even if my parents would have let me go, to one of those parties; I would have probably go to only one or two, before my interest die out...
...It seems that something else, was playing with my mindset about Halloween... (Luckily for me... I found the reason behind it, after I became a Pagan!)
In an docummentary about History, (I love History!) that I saw ten years ago and which name I forgot; it talked about The Origins of The Day of Halloween: In the early centuries of the Medieval Age, there was still persons commemorating to Samhain in Europe; to the point that assistance to Church, was really low in this day; and people was more enthusiastic with this; than with Christians Celebrations in general, excepting for Lent and Christmas. For avoid that this continued to happen... They moved All Hallows Day, (The Day of All The Saints) from May 1; to... November 1. AND... Hallows Eve, passed to be from April 30... To October 31.
At the pass of time, the name Hallows Eve; suffered modifications: Hallows Eve, at some point became... Halloween.
For our Ancestors, this day means three important things: A day of remembrance of The Dead, The Celtic New Year; and... Is the time, "When The Veil between this world, and the other world become thinner, and all kind of Spirits, crosses to our world"; since the evening of October 31, till the evening of November 1. As a day of Remembrance of The Dead, they made meals and drank in silence; in the memory of the ones gone, before that date; BUT... As the day, of "The Thinning of The Veil..." Our Ancestors avoided to leave their houses after the sunset, as much as possible; to avoid to find to any bad spirit. If they had to got out of where they lived, then; they wore horrible masks so than evil spirits, run away from them; or... If they doesn't had an scary mask to wear, they wore a protection over their heart; to avoid troubles.
In conclusion: Halloween, was created to erased Samhain; by saying that this date was always Christian, and sadly; (For what my Catholic Father says) and for most of the people in The World know; they only learned the part of being a celebration of The Church, or they doesn't know about Halloween's real origins; or worse... They think than this is only a day to wear a costume, and/or to get out to party!
In this Samhain, Pagan; Wiccan, Witch; Psychic or Empath, remember to protect yourself and your energy; as much as you can. (I'm serious about this: I had terrible moments in this date, even in my house; for not having at least an Amethyst; a Crystal Quartz or an Amulet of Protection, over my chest: You are going to be okay if you do this, if you have to leave your house for any important reason in this date; from the evening of October 31, to the evening of November 1)
(Note: I'm sorry, if someone got the wrong idea about my Post: Many of us, follow more Pagan Traditions than The Northern European; and Halloween's Celebration is more popular than Samhain, so probably my advice will fall in deaf ears; and this post was meant for the ones, that includes Samhain in their holidays. The rest of Pagans, Wiccans and Witches; only follows one tradition, or don't includes Northern Paganism at all, and this day may have a total different meaning for them; religiously, or spiritually talking; and maybe some Christopagans, doesn't have a problem in making their Saimhain ritual; and going out after to a Halloween's Party.
If a Pagan, Wiccan or Witch that follows Samhain; wants to go to a party today, I don't see any issue with that; is only... That before, or after returning from the party; to have a minute to gives a thought, or a toast to Their Ancestors; because this still is a solemn day. I don't mean distancing in the physical sense, but in the spiritual sense; because Samhain, is an spiritual and pagan tradition that predates Halloween; and Halloween... Is just a big Social Event, that was used to ended the original rituals and traditions of this date; and today, is still one of the most important social gatherings of the year, but devoid now of any spiritual or religious meaning: I never meant that any person that read this, mustn't wear a costume and/or go out to Party today, if they feel they want it too.
My apologies, if anyone felt offended in any way or form by my post; and have a nice day.)
Good luck, and that in all your Social Gatherings or Plans in that day; be all safe and sound... So Be It!
#paganism#ecletic paganism#pagan writings#pagan writer#pagan advice#pagan stuff#pagan life#pagans#wiccans#witches#pagan#eclectic pagan#ecletic pagan#hellenic pagan#lokean#pagan from the caribbean#remember that samhain was almost erased by halloween#thank to the gods we can commemorate samhain again#so be it
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April Fools
Midnight x Present Mic
So. April Fools. It's not really something well known outside of America and definitely not something well known in a place like Japan. Especially when a serious place like the prestigious UA academy of Heros. Many fine young men and women walked through it's very halls and went on to become inspiring heros and sidekicks, and many who didn't pass still went on to make themselves very respectful inspiring careers as doctors, police, scientists, and many more the like. So many opportunities and choices fir the betterment of the world we lived in-
Which is why an exchange student program was the perfect way to show new students new techniques and the ways other heros work from different aspects of life. It'd bring the countries closer as a whole! Almight was the one who suggested including other things as well like different foods and holidays from other parts of the world as well to help accommodate the new transfer students and help them feel more welcomed to the school as a whole. It seemed a good idea at first. Many students loved the idea of Valentine's Day. A lot of platonic and family love was celebrated among the teachers and couples and heaven's knows Midnight loved all the chocolate and attention. Christmas and Kwanza was a pretty good hit too. Giving to others was a good way to teach the young students the value of giving someone the joy of happiness and receiving hope from the new heroes. But not all the holidays were 100% gaurenteed. Halloween was ok-ish. The heroes passed out treats and encouragement to the young children but some took the 'tricks' a little too seriously. A bath bomb exploded in the girls bathroom and someone snuck hot sauce into the principle's tea. Poor fella had his fur on end all night after that. But most teachers and students wanted to keep April Fool's on the down low for obvious reasons- Too bad Almight wanted to share more of his American background.
IT. WAS. CHAOS.
Mostly among the students. In the middle of the night one girl from class B-2 woke up to a fake rubber snake wrapped around her neck which caused a mild panic and everyone to miss hours of sleep. The second incident was when a toilet exploded by the teacher's lounge, you can imagine the mess that made. Luckily the culptrites were caught and were forced to clean the mess, but everyone seemed on edge after that. It was like the whole school turned into a ticking time bomb and the sun hadn't even barely risen. Everyone on edge, checking desks before they sat down. Tapping books to see if they'd explode, looking over their shoulder. Teacher's weren't given much ease either. Almight seemed to be enjoying himself the ass. It "Reminds me of my old college days with David. Those were the times. To be young and free again." in his words. Suspicious looks were thrown his way when all the lunches in the teacher's lounge mysterious were all eaten. But he brushed it off and pointed out his own lunch was taken too, though he seemed a little TOO happy if you asked some of them-
WAIT! No time to talk! Deku just found a firecracker louged into his locker. I'll give you three guesses on who that genious might've been.
BUT being the school announcer had his perks. All he had to do was lounge about in his office for today and make announcements over the speakers. He 'bravely' also volunteered to go over some of the paperwork and student files for the other teachers.
"Like yo! You guys are gonna be busy trying to chase down all these young deliqents anyways! Why don't I lend you a hand and help catch all up! Keep the bad vibes from them off your back, ya dig?"
Well, paperwork wasn't really his strong point, but he's had enough experience to do a decent job at it. So no one really complained about him doing it since they were obviously a (LOT) little busy at the moment. Plus what could go wrong with just doing some boring old paperwork? He could just chillax back and listen to some of his favorite mixtapes and remixes, plus who would want to try and prank someone who could scream loud enough to melt their brain to mush? .....Well? Maaaaayybe not a student. Maybe someone who could stand a chance against his vocal cords and be a bit of a trickster herself?....
Yeah, Midnight was loving this chance to use her flirting to her advantage and trick students and such for free lunch n stuff. Wasn't like the pranks and tricks a lot of other students were doing but was wasn't April Fools about all types of fooling and trickery?....Ok OK! The real reason she came here was because she wanted a break from running after these students and wanted a chance to touch up her make up and hair from all this work out. Mic would probably understand. Plus who could deny her luxorious looks and say no?
Which is why when a knock first came at the door and he didn't answer, she opened it up and struck a beautiful pose against the slowly opening door. "Oh, Miccy~ I could use some relaxation." Sighing, she put a hand to her forhead and tilted her head back, her eyes closed. "It's been so hard running after these...these...ruffians!" She turned to look at him with the most sad but sexy look she knew. "I need to reat could you please.....help me-
...WHAT?!"
He wasn't even looking at her! He was busy humming to himself and doing a strange standing dance as he glanced down to papers in his hands. So wait a minute.....Those whole carefully acted out and moving seconds she did- FOR FREE MIND YOU- was wasted?! ....The fool hadn't even noticed she was standing right behind his ass! Just made some weird 'dadada' sounds while swinging his hips around....Admittedly it was a rather funny and dare say cute scene to watch, and COULD'VE been good blackmail if he already didn't care that people saw him do this on a daily bases but she was still annoyed right now.
"MIC!!" He didn't react. Her temper flaired! "MIC!!"
"Hmm?" He finally turned around and upon seeing the angry looking teacher there he smiled. "Ey! Midnight! Whaddup my fellow hero?" He tilted the headphones off and loud music blasted from the exposed speakers. "Wow. You look mad. Students dishin out bad vibes today?"
She stared angrey but took a deep breath to recompose herself and gave a giant smile. "Oh Miccy~ You don't know how hard it's been to keep up with them all."
"Oh yeah. I know the feeling. Which is why I took the common sense route." He lightly shook the papers he was holding to make his point. "This is the good stuff ya dig?"
"Oh yes, and that's why I came to ask you something."
"Shoot girl!"
"I was wondering if it's not asking too much could you-" She twirled a strand of hair around her finger and bit her bottom lip, making him raise a brow. "Trade responibilities with me?"
"Sorry sweetcheeks. But I gotta wrap this up with a no-"
"WHAT?!"
His smile remained. "No offense but I don't take you for the type to know how this stuff exactly works." He shook the papers again. "Plus I don't wanna get stuck fixing any messes that could've been avoided ya dig?"
Her temper flaired again but all that came of it was her eye lid twitching. "Really now?"
"Yep! Sorry to put a damper on those vibes, but I gotta get back to looking busy." With a wink from under his glasses he turned back to the papers in hand. "Also why don't you close the door before one of those little mischief makers finds their way in?"
She let how a huff and her cheeks puffed out. Well this wasn't something that usually happened, but something she might have expected. After all he could be just as big as a drama queen as she was, but there was one thing she learnt from training practice he had failed to notice. Everyone already knew the guy was absolutely deathly scared of creepy crawlers and anything of that sort. He acted like a big baby even towards a harmless cute little butterfly. So naturally on this fine holiday she decided to do just one little trick. Plus he passed out the last time, what could go wrong?
She chuckled and pulled her little friend from her pocket. A harmless little toy beetle. You could buy them from any toystore in japan, they felt exactly like plastic and you had to wind it up a bit, but otherwise it looked exactly like a real beetle.She gave an evil smirk, the fool wasn't even paying attention to her having gone back to his headphones. Giggling evilly, she took the tips of her fingers and pulled the little lever almost invisible on the back. In a few seconds the legs started moving around like a real beetles. Gotta hand it to those designers. They did a really good job miming the actual movements of the real beetle. Giggling to herself, he ever so gently reached over and placed the thing on his shoulder.
The thing is he didn't notice at first. The guy was too into his music she guessed, or maybe his jacket was too bulky? Whatever it was he didn't even notice the fake little plastic bug starting to crawl it's way down his arm until it maybe got close to his elbow. Which he finally glanced at it and kinda froze at the sight of the plastic bug waltzing down his arm-... He froze stiff. His glasses tilted off his face revealing his nervous looking eyes and the lopesided smile planted on his face. She giggled micheviously at her little trick.
"Oh no. What ever shall we do? Do you want some help Miccy?~" He didn't respond. Only dropping the papers when the thing crawled down closer to his hands. "Um....Mic. Are you going to say something or not?"
You bet your behinds he said something-
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-!!!!!!!"
The building shook as shockwaves from the vocal attack wracked through the structure itself. Students and teachers clutched at their ears in pain the glass of the windows shook violently before shattering into tiny dangerously into tiny peices raining down onto the unsuspecting victims. As soon as it came it stopped and everyone was left with ringing ears or massive headaches throbbing through their skulls. But most certainly a state of mild shock and panic.
"What the HELL was that?!" One hotheaded student looked to another as the shock of the attack started to wear off.
"Uuuh..It's safe to conclude-" He shakily straightened his glasses which were also cracked n damaged. "-s-something happened to Mr. Hizashi"
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"That was a stupid move Midnight."
"Oh come on! How was I supposed to know he'd freak out that much? Didn't he pass out last time?"
"N-Not cool dude. A real low blow."
Poor Hizashi had freaked right out from the surprise of having his arm invaded by the bug, but managed to get a hold of himself when Misnight had spoken up about it being fake. But that didn't mean the two weren't in trouble. Luckily one of the hero support students had invented a machine to restore broken materials back to their previous forms so most of the windows would be fixed, but Remedy Girl would have lots of patients with headaches, bloody ears, and a few needing replacement glasses. Not to mention the mild panic it caused. Poor guy was reasting on the teacher's lounge's couch next to the angry diva, and across from the Eraserhead. Mic's grove would be off for a little while.
"Oh come on. It wasn't that bad." She gave him a pouty look which he flinched at, "Oh, Could you ever forgive me?" Her arms enveleoped him in a head squishing him against her in a hug. "Please?~"
He sputtered . "Uh...Yeah. No sweat bout it girl!"
Eraser rolled his eyes away from them. "Such immaturity."
#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#present mic#Midnight#Present mic x midnight#Midmic#Midnight x present mic
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i love sending asks for ask games but SOME QUESTIONS ARE WAY TOO FUNNY IN THIS ONE AHAHAHA
i choose 9 and 15 and 35 ✨
9. my best first date?
i'm gonna say w my current bf, we didn't even really plan for it, but we went for lunch, and it kinda turned into a first date, and it was amazing, we went for pasta at this place he had been before and loved, and we laughed so hard, and we haven't stopped laughing since pretty much
15. favourite quote
you know, if i knew anyone would ask me that, i knew it would be you and it's the question i most wanted hahaahha that's why you're mi amor. i honestly love quotes, i live for quotes, whenever i find a new good quote it's like my life becomes a bit richer, and i have like 600 quotes saved on my phone, but i'll give you one of my favourite ones that i think about all the time.
"everything i've ever let go of has claw marks on it." - i think that's basically how i live my life. i've never let go of something without first clinging on to it for dear life and trying my absolute hardest to make it work.
i'll actually also share a poem with you that i remembered about recently that i love so so much, that i relate to too much sometimes, that i think you'll love x (under the cut)
35. favourite holiday
i love american autumn holidays that we don't even celebrate over here but it gives me an excuse to celebrate something in autumn, which is my favourite season, so probably halloween and thanksgiving. me and my bf always make cakepops and cinnamon rolls and watch haunting of hill house or gilmore girls cuddled in a blanket, and it's just a good time :(( i love autumn sm
"5am
again,
drunk on someone else’s love,
or couch,
and I’ve never felt more at home.
I fled myself,
from the life I’ve built
because I’ve been inhabiting routines I don’t want to stand for. Inhabiting skin I’d rather shed
but still took on
like a soldier serving his country,
for that’s what they told me to do.
But I was not
strong
or wise,
but young and foolish,
for what is this thing? Trading passions for a tiny bit of acceptance, and I am not a Sunday morning inside four walls
with clean blood
and organised drawers.
I am the hurricane setting fire to the forests
at night when no one else is alive,
or awake,
however you choose to see it,
and I live in my own flames.
Sometimes burning too bright and too wild
to make things last
or handle
myself or anyone else
and so I run.
Run run run,
far and wide
until my bones ache and lungs split
and it feels good.
Hear that, people? It feels good,
because I am the slave and ruler of my own body
and I wish to do with it exactly as I please,
and living in this skin is hard and painful, most of the times, because I never volunteered to take this on. The daily sacrifice of heart over mind,
the forever on going task of explaining this and that,
and why I don’t want to look like this and
be like that
but still here I am and if this is the body I’ve been given I’m sure as hell gonna make it work.
If this is the place I’ve been given, I’m sure as hell gonna make this work.
So I fled the me that was never really me and I’m on my way. To newer lands and uncleaned streets
for I’ve had enough of childish safety in comfort.
Enough of all telling me to look and do, like this and that, and I never meant to please anyone but myself
and you can call me selfish,
throw words like knives in the dark but I will not listen,
for not listening to sharp words brought me to where I am today
and I believe in the path I’ve been given. If my only task in this life is to walk it,
I surely will walk it
prouder than anyone else.
If this is the path I’ve been given, I will walk it
prouder than anyone else,
for no one else can."
Charlotte Erikson
hope you enjoyed xoxo
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I just wanted to tell you about something I really liked about Trouvaille. The fact that Y/N is not Christisn and doesn't know much about Christmas. I'm Jewish and there are a TON of fics for Christmas and Easter, and that's fine. I don't begrudge anyone that. Want to know how many Hanukkah, Passover or High Holidays fics there are for BTS? 4, Just 4.
*sighs in wishing for representation*
So the fact that there's a fic about someone who not only is Wiccan, but was raised Wiccan is a refreshing change. She has her own culture, her own religion and we get to see it because it's an important part of her character. As a non-Christian, even though I'm Jewish and not Wiccan... this is important and sort of makes me feel seen by proxy.
Also, just food for thought, BTS is a Korean group, and while South Korea has the most Christians of any Asian country, they are still a majority Buddhist country. Why aren't there more fics where the members are Buddhist? I can't really think of any offhand.
Anyway, I thought you would want to know. 🌹
Hi honey! I agree with you, there isn't much religious diversity when it comes to fanfiction, if religion is an element at all. Lately, I've come across dozens (and I mean a staggering amount) of Christmas fics, which can be super fun and entertaining to read, but it's a bummer that there is not as much representation (hardly at all) for holidays of other religions. 
For Trouvaille, when I was outlining, I wanted to write a story that would accurately portray modern Wicca/Witchcraft through holidays and practices the MC would celebrate. Myself, I practice witchcraft as a pagan but I'm not necessarily a Wiccan. You often see fantasy fics with witches and I do love those but I thought it would be interesting to include real life practices that I'm familiar with (making charm bags, card reading, protective wards). Granted, there is fantasy in this story as well (hybrids, and if you don't believe in paranormal happenings you could consider that fantasy as well), but I definitely wanted to make the religious aspects of this real! I believe, by my schedule, when October rolls around the Samhain/Halloween chapter will be out which will be exciting!
I'm very happy that you were able to feel seen and identify with the MC even though you're not pagan yourself 💜 I'm hoping that over time writers will incorporate more of their own religions into fanfic, its a way to connect with others in a different way (I've talked to a few pagans here because of Trouvaille and that's very special!!)
You bring up a very excellent point about Buddhism with BTS fics. When I traveled to Korea, I noticed many Christian churches but the presence of Buddhism is very much still there predominantely. I find it interesting that incorporating the members of BTS in fanfiction often lack what their spiritual beliefs would be.
I haven't touched too much on the Trouvaille hybrid's beliefs/spiritual practices yet, but I have outlined them in my character profile document. Jeongguk is a bit agnostic, drawing from many spiritualities and religions and finding truth in them all, for example. There's so much in Trouvaille that I want to explore, and I'm so excited to share it with everyone!!
Thank you for sending me this message, I've enjoyed replying and discussing some of the important themes of Trouvaille and fanfictions in general. While Trouvaille will eventually include romance, the magic/paranormal/spiritual have always been the center theme 💗
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Hi Ginny! So I know this is odd since you posted the Halloween AU of the choosing series back in October but the thing is my country is one of two countries where we cannot access fanfictionnet and I only read it once while I was on holiday i overseas so could you cross post it on your other platform
Hey anon!
Normally I would but I'm a little wary since I use so much of the song in the fic. So instead I'm going to post it here! :D
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Halloween was, without a doubt, one of Mal's favorite holidays. The other was April Fool's Day but nothing held Mal's focus more than Halloween. Maybe it was the fact that it was probably one of the few days where being 'wicked' was celebrated in Auradon or maybe it was just a Mal thing like how she loved jumping in mud puddles.
Whatever the reason, Ben was more than happy to arrange for a Halloween celebration after their marriage. After all, it happened to fall the same year as the twenty fifth anniversary of the formation of Auradon so why not combine two celebrations into one?
Ben had not expected Mal to dive head first into planning the party—after all he remembered how stressed she'd been when planning Cotillion. Then again, she had also been dealing with Natalie's abuse at the time whereas here she had all sorts of resources at her disposal. Much to his surprise, however, Mal would disappear for hours on end with Uma and Evie of all people.
At first, Ben thought it was just costume ideas or maybe even pranks though Evie didn't exactly seem like the pranking type. It wasn't until he overheard Mal asking Lumiere for advice on a musical composition that the pieces started to click for Ben.
Mal had something planned and, if he was honest, Ben couldn't wait to see what it was. As long as it didn't put anyone in harm's way of course, but then again he knew Mal wouldn't do that. She took pride in looking out for her subjects as Queen of Auradon after all.
He did try to see about getting a hint as to what she had planned but other than letting it slip that Fairy Godmother would be putting up a temporary magic suppression ward, Mal's lips were sealed. Uma and Evie's lips were just as sealed and even attempting to bribe his brother-in-law with candy didn't work as Hadie knew nothing.
Then again, Hadie might have known something but he also loved Halloween like the sugar fiend he was so he might not have wanted to spoil all the work Mal had put into planning.
The day of the celebration came and Ben had to admit, everything looked amazing. One of the ballrooms had been transformed to resemble a real live graveyard, complete with tombstone and cobwebs.
"Ah, Ben!" Fairy Godmother said with a smile upon seeing her former student and current monarch.
"Fairy Godmother," Ben said, returning the smile as he walked over to her. "I have to say I've never seen the ballroom look this good. Or this unmelted."
Fairy Godmother chuckled. "You'll have to thank your bride for that. One quick blast with her dragon fire and we were able to get this place ship shape in seconds."
"We?"
"Jane helped to set up of course but she went home to change into her costume. She's doing a couple's costume with Carlos, you know?"
"No I didn't but I'm not surprised. I had asked Mal if she wanted to do a couple's costume but she didn't. Actually, I have no idea what her costume is."
Fairy Godmother chuckled slightly. "I think we're about to find out. It seems that she opted for a group costume with young Uma and Evie."
Ben blinked in surprise before looking over at the stage. There, standing center stage with her hair pin straight but still purple and wearing an almost velvety looking green dress, was his wife.
Gods did she look amazing.
"I think I know now why Mal asked for the temporary barrier," Fairy Godmother said as she looked at Uma and Evie, who were flanking Mal.
"I don't…"
"Tell me Ben, what or who do their costumes remind you of?"
Ben paused and looked at Uma and Evie's costumes once more. Evie was wearing a dark purple gown that seemed to almost have a mullet with how the front was much shorter than the back, while Uma was wearing an orange dress that seemed to go well with her teal braids.
Then again, if Evie, Gil, or Dizzy had designed the gowns, Ben wasn't surprised. The VKs had such vibrant hair that only a seamstress of Evie's quality would be able to match a shade to avoid clashing with their hair.
"They're the Sanderson sisters aren't they?" Ben asked, looking back at Fairy Godmother.
"I believe so," Fairy Godmother nodded.
"But why would they need a temporary magical barrier?"
Fairy Godmother shook her head in slight amusement. For how smart Ben was, he seemed to need a minute to recharge his brain whenever he saw Mal in a way that particularly appealed to him. Which was pretty much all the time.
"Ben, the Sanderson sisters could do magic correct?"
Ben nodded. "Yes, specifically persuasion based magic as they were able to put others under their spell though use of song…Mal's going to sing and doesn't want to risk putting the guests under a spell isn't she?"
"By Jove I thought he'd never catch on," Carlos chuckled as he walked over; clearly dressed as a spotted Baymax and Jane was wearing Go-Go's superhero costume.
"To be fair, he's blinded by how Mal looks in that dress," Lonnie chuckled as she and Jay walked up. The two of them had also opted for a couple's costume—Lonnie dressing as Elizabeth Swan while Jay dressed as Will Turner. "I think Mal might have to put that dress into heavy rotation."
"Ah ba ba ba!" Jay said, going to cover his ears. "That's my sister we're talking about!"
"Honestly Jay, you don't see Hadie freaking out like this."
"Because Hadie doesn't even know we're having this conversation!"
Ben shook his head in amusement before turning his attention back on the stage. The spotlight was on Mal and it was clear that whatever they had planned was starting soon.
Hey just because Ben guessed they were going to sing didn't mean that was actually the case. After all, the last time Ben had heard Uma sing was at Cotillion where he had proposed to Mal—and that was years ago.
"Sisters!" Mal called into the microphone.
"You're looking rather pale tonight Mal," Uma said, somehow procuring her own microphone.
"Oh well thank you, I didn't even try."
"Sisters! Boys!" Evie exclaimed, pointing to the audience, and Ben really had to wonder where they kept finding these microphones. Though in all honesty it probably wasn't that big of a mystery. They likely brought them with them since the temporary barrier would prevent Mal from causing them to amplify the sound by magic and Ben was just blinded by his wife's beauty to pay proper attention.
"Alright sister Evie, that's for later," Mal said and Ben realized then that Evie was pointing to Doug in the crowd.
"Yes sister Mal," Evie said as Mal gently pulled her back to the center of the stage.
"Mr. Hook!" Mal called and Ben realized that Harry was on the piano. When the second child of Captain Hook even learned to play the piano was beyond him but none of that mattered as Mal began to sing.
"I put a spell on you…and now you're mine."
Gods, her voice is beautiful, Ben thought as he felt his legs carry him closer to the stage. Actually, he found himself standing right next to Doug for that matter, right in front of the little runway that was protruding from the stage.
Ben had to wonder if that had been the plan all along.
"You can't stop the things I do…I ain't lying," Evie sang, walking over to the center of the stage and Ben could see Doug keep his attention solely on her. Which was alright by Ben because his attention was solely on his wife.
"It's been twenty five years, right down to the day, now the witches are back and there's hell to pay!"
It was Uma's turn to sing and Ben knew that there was a good chance that if he wasn't playing piano, Harry would be just as focused as Ben and Doug were.
"I put a spell on you and now you're…mine!" The three of them sang and Ben had a brief moment of clarity that their voices sounded beautiful harmonized like that before his mind went back to being blank as his wife came walking toward him.
Granted, Evie and Uma also came walking toward him but Ben's focus was, as had been previously mentioned, solely on his wife.
"Hello Auradon!" Mal called.
"You like what you see?" Evie asked and for the first time, Ben noticed a group of background dancers on the stage behind the three singers.
"You'd better or we'll bury you alive!" Uma called with a cackle as Mal smiled at Ben before teasing him a little with her usual nose scrunch and a shimmy of her shoulders as Uma began to sing once more. "I put a spell on you and now you're gone!"
"Gone, gone, gone, so long!" Evie and Mal sang before Mal took Uma's place in the center.
"My whammy fell on you and it was strong!"
"So strong, so strong, so strong!"
Okay, I have to wonder how these three found time to rehearse this between Mal's Queen duties, Evie's business, and Uma's trading runs, Ben thought as it was Evie's turn to take center stage.
And judging by the look on Doug's face, the dress Evie was wearing would definitely make a return appearance at some point.
"Your wretched little lives have all been cursed 'cause of all the witches working baby—."
"I'm the worst!" Mal and Uma jumped in so that the three of them were singing at the same time. "I put a spell on you and now you're mine!"
You could never be the worst though Mal, Ben thought though he couldn't help but smile a little as he heard that. After all, there was a time where even thinking that would have sent Mal into an anxiety tornado of people potentially thinking that she was the next Maleficent. Her 'handler' hadn't helped matters there but thankfully she was a thing of the past.
"Watch out, watch out, watch out, watch out! She ain't lying!"
"If you don't believe, you'd better get superstitious," Mal sang as she made her way back to the center. "Ask my sisters!"
"She's vicious!" Evie and Uma called.
"Thank you!" Mal said, almost sighing as she played with her hair before the three girls sang in unison once more.
"I put a spell on you, I put a spell on you, oh I put a spell on you!"
"Sisters!" Evie called.
"Here we go!" Uma cheered and Ben found himself wondering if they were really going to say the spell. Not because he doubted the strength of Fairy Godmother's temporary barrier but because he knew what the words were. And if he was honest, not many people in Auradon knew how to pronounce them.
"Ah-say-into-pie-oppa-maybe-uppen-die!"
"Ah-say-into-pie-oppa-maybe-uppen-die!"
"In-kama-koray-ah-ma!"
"In-kama-koray-ah-ma!"
"Hey, high, say bye-bye, bye, bye, bye, dance until you die!" The girls sang before ducking off stage for a bit. Ben did enjoy the dance break from the other VKs though he did find himself wondering once more when they all had time to plan this.
It wasn't as if Uma could plan a dance number while on the open sea after all. Well actually…if Ben thought about it, she did have her mental link. Though that would exclude Evie from the planning.
And Mal and Uma might have hated Evie when they were teens but it was clear now that any animosity was long gone. Granted, according to Mal, Evie once hit Freddy Frollo with a smoke bomb and that would guarantee good will from both the Godly cousins no matter what.
Ben had jokingly asked what sword fighting Freddy Frollo got and Mal had responded with 'a fiancee and then a wife' before leaning over to kiss him and causing the rest of the night to be a blur.
"I put a spell on you and now you're gone!" Uma sang as the three girls took their place back on stage.
"Gone, gone, gone, so long!"
"My whammy fell on you and it was strong!" Mal sang and Ben had to bite back a smile as he saw Harry stand up as Uma briefly glanced at her hand, having gotten it caught on one of the background dancers.
"So strong, so strong, so strong!"
"Your wretched little lives have all been cursed 'cause of all the witches working baby—."
"I'm the worst!"
"I am a very lucky man," Ben heard Doug mutter from his spot next to him.
"You and me both," Ben muttered back to him.
"I put a spell on you and now you're mine!" The girls sang, attracting their attention back to the stage in front of them. "Oh I put a spell on you! Ooh I put a spell on you!"
Ben watched as the background dancers quickly left the stage before it became just Mal, Evie, and Uma once more.
"Sisters, who wants to take this?" Mal asked before pointing to Evie. "Do you want to take this?"
"Sister Uma, please, you take it," Evie said.
"Oh no I can't, you take it," Uma said as she looked at Mal.
"Should I take this?"
"Yes sister Mal, you take it."
"Alright I'll take it," Mal said as the music began to build. "And now you're mine!"
The three girls held the last note for longer than Ben thought possible but upon further pondering, he found that he didn't know why he was so surprised. Two of three girls were Godlings after all so doing extraordinary things would be second nature to them.
"Thank you all for coming," Mal said, speaking into the mic after the music faded. "We hope you enjoy our Halloween celebrations. Now, go and have a wicked good time!"
The crowd chuckled and Mal, Evie, and Uma quickly made their way off the stage and into the crowd. It didn't take long before Ben found himself next to his wife, gently wrapping his arms over her shoulders and resting his cheek next to hers.
"That was a wonderful performance," he said, whispering to her.
"Oh really? Well I'm glad you enjoyed it," she told him, looking over to give him her infamous nose scrunch that only seemed to appear when she was particularly happy or amused.
"I did indeed," Ben nodded. "And I think Doug and Harry enjoyed it too. Though I have to know…how did you plan all of this?"
"That's for me to know and for you to find out your highness." Mal teased.
"Well if I do find out, will you wear this outfit again your highness?" Ben teased her back.
Mal chuckled and held up one of her hands which was covered in a fishnet type glove that almost looked like spider webs. "Maybe for Halloween…and only for Halloween."
"Deal," Ben said, nodding his head. He loved his wife for multiple reasons—her kind heart, her protective nature, her ability to turn into a dragon—but he was still human and by Gods, did that dress look good on her.
Mal chuckled as she saw the look on Ben's face. "I have to say, if wearing this gets this reaction out of you Benny, then I love Halloween."
"I thought you already did?"
"One must stay consistent after all," she said and gave another little nose scrunch before going off to talk to Uma.
"Dear Gods, you gotta love Halloween," Harry said as he slid up next to Ben. And Ben had to agree with him there. Halloween was certainly a great holiday in his book.
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Learning that Halloween was not really a thing in a lot of other countries especually European countries made me realize genuinely why so much of the world is conservative and miserable. See people in a slutty costume and a funny chaste costume holding hands walking down the street being friends giggling and maybe you'll feel better about everything in life and realize people will always coexist despite it all. Also dressing up on an occasion is imperative to identity discovery. I'm not joking. As well as celebrating the unknown and unseen and scary and fear inducing because without it we wouldnt be alive.
Halloween is the one holiday that I think everyone needs like I'm not kidding. Halloween forces you to confront things that unnerve you if the society you're in becomes overly conservative. Halloween forces you to think about fear mongering in a way that isn't useful to people harbouring it. I agree with my grandfather in a moral panic cult mindset that Halloween is 'bad': genuinely believe if I wasnt permitted to celebrate Halloween growing up that cult would have been able to do a lot more harm to me. So thank god my mother did one thing right and let me celebrate Halloween even if we did have to hide it from my grandfather.
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