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footballerimaginess · 1 year ago

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Fluff Alphabet | Jude Bellingham

Halloween fluff alphabet Jude Bellingham This took me so long, please reblog and comment on it and I will do more fluff alphabets. Hope you like it!! Word Count: 2,300 AUTUMN - Autumn was your favourite time of the year, you loved the cold weather and getting to curl up on the sofa with a good book, a hot chocolate in your hands. With Jude laying beside you as you cuddled up whilst he was watching TV. BLACK CATS - "You know black cats are unlucky if you see them" you told him as you were watching the tv show which had black cats in. "Is it? I thought that was a joke"he laughed. "Well I'm pretty sure it is, unless I made it up" shrugging away. "No it is true, just googled it. It is unlucky, so let's not get us a black cat. I don't fancy being unlucky"

COSTUMES - You and Jude were invited to the local Halloween party, you wanted to have matching costumes with Jude. You decided you would dress up as the characters from IT. "You look amazing, we do make a good team. Look kind of sexy you know" you blushed under your red face paint. "Judeeeee, shhh" you let out a giggle as you walked into the party with all eyes turned to face you. DARKNESS - You hated the darkness, you were always so scared of it especially at night time when you were going to sleep. You always had to have a light on or having a gap in the curtains open so you could have some sort of light coming in which Jude usually disliked. "Jude it's so dark in here, please have a bit of light in here" you sighed as you made Jude turn the lights on. "Are you expecting the monsters to come in at night, I can protect you" Jude wrapped his arms around your waist as you breathed in his aftershave. EYEBALLS - You were in the mood for pranking Jude, you had created some fake eyeballs after finding an amazing tutorial on how you do it. "These eyeballs are disgusting" you grimaced as you put them in his coat pocket. "So ready to go out?" he asked as you slipped your shoes on as he put his hand in his coat pocket. "What the fuck?- no I'm gonna be sick is that slime. AN EYEBALL??! you are for it you know, wipe that smirk off of your face" you laughed as he held the eyeball in his hand. "Oh am I? like my masterpiece I made these and you'll find them all around the house" you teased. "You better not have put one in my shoe" you shrugged. "Have to find out won't ya" you winked. FILM NIGHT - You had so many Halloween films that Jude had yet to see, you had told him that he needed to be educated in films. “If they are scary I’m going” he laughed as you got the popcorn out ready to watch all the spooky films for the evening. "Just wait and see, we have a whole day to watch them" you grinned as you snuggled up and watched film after film. GHOST - Sitting in the house on Halloween night, the house was quiet and alone as Jude was in the opposite room playing FIFA as usual. Whilst you were reading your book, you felt a cold breeze coming in as you shivered, slightly confused as there were no windows open whatsoever. Next thing you know is you felt something touch you, as you screamed and threw the book up in the air Jude ran in the room. "What's going on? are you okay?" he asked you as you shook your head. "There's a ghost here" you shouted as Jude bit his lip and tried to stop himself from laughing. "You are joking I promise" he teased as you rolled your eyes straight at him. HAUNTED HOUSE - Dragging Jude to the local haunted house. "It is freezing in here, hold my hand tightly so you don't get scared or get lost" you laughed as you knew Jude was worried just as much as you were. You held it tightly as you got jumped out yet again by the staff at the haunted house. "Needs to stop doing that" you laughed as you clutched your chest as you were scared. "We aren't coming to this again, my nerves can't take it" you smirked.

INSIDE - The house was now looking all spooky, you had fluffy pumpkins everywhere as well as the ones you carved. The house was looking amazing. "I love the mini ones, they are cute" Jude smiled as you carried on putting the final touches to the decorated house. It was looking absolutely perfect and just how you wanted it.

JACK O'LANTERN - You had finished putting the final touches on the jack o'lanterns, they were looking absolutely perfect now and you had put the small candle tea lights in the pumpkin as they were lighting up. "I love them, you are so creative" you grinned as you put them out the front door as you wanted the children to see them and hope that they would look inviting to the trick or treaters.

KILLER CLOWNS - "We are not putting that clown film on right now, don't expect me to sleep a wink tonight" you screamed out as you hid your face with the pillow as you could hear the theme tune. "NO NO NO" you screamed as Jude touched your arm. "You love the clowns darling, I'll protect you" he tried to flirt with you. "No we aren't doing that as I will not be watching this" you screamed out as he tried to flirt his way out of trouble as he turned the film back over.

LANTERN - The house was pitch black, the worst time for the power to be going off. Luckily you had a lantern from a while back and you decided it would be the best time to use it. "Pass me that, I need to go and see if I can get the lights back on" he asked as you handed it back to him. "Be careful, I don't trust you to do all that shit. You aren't grown up just yet" you smirked. "Good job I can't see that smirk on your face" you rolled your eyes. "And that eye rolling too" he screamed out as he walked away with the lanterns.

MAZE - "No not that way, that way" you pointed forward as Jude stood with his hands on his hips. "No it is that way surely?" he laughed as he pointed in the opposite direction. "We are going to get so angry because we aren't going to get out of this maze if we carry on" you laughed as you wandered around yet again. "Yeah I don't fancy sleeping in the maze because we have murdered each other as we can't find our way out" you teased. "Yeah let's try and get out" you smiled as you headed out, well attempting to get out.

NIGHT - All you could hear was little children screaming as they were running around as they played out in the streets all dressed up. "This is so lovely, like a dream to be here with you and I just can't wait to do that with our little one whenever we go and have one" you smiled as you cuddled him as tight as you could. "I can't either, this sounds so perfect" Jude grinned.

OWL - You were laying in bed, seeing the bright moon as you couldn't get to sleep. All you could hear was a bird, it was playing on your mind and that was all that you could hear. Jude was peacefully sleeping beside you whilst you were wide awake, you huffed as you looked outside and heard the owl making the noise you'd heard all night. "What's up?" Jude whispered as you moved in the bed as you heard the owl making the noise. "I can hear an owl all night and it's super spooky" you mumbled as you tried to rest your head down again.

PUMPKIN PICKING - You had told Jude so many times how you wanted to go to the pumpkin picking patch, he moaned each and every time you mentioned it. You just knew you had to get that annual yearly photo even though you didn't need or want a pumpkin. But it was tradition, to make Jude put his shoes on and listen to him get all muddy for a matter of five minutes. As long as you got a cute photo you put up with his moaning.

QUEEN - "You are the queen of Halloween" you turned around as you saw Jude smiling as you had completed your 30th Halloween makeup look. You had started so many looks, you were just so excited at how this one turned out. "Aww thank you babe" you smiled as he had to pull his phone out as he took a photo of you as you were dressed as queen of hearts. "You are just incredible" he muttered as you took some more videos to upload to social media.

RIP - The amount of films you watched, the more you didn't get scared. But whenever there were gravestones involved, you hated it. You got so scared. "Why do you put these on when you don't even watch them babe" Jude asked as you rolled your eyes without even lifting your eyes off of your phone. "I am, I don't like these scenes you know I hate it" you muttered. "Halloween sometimes is just a little scary and throws me off a bit" you whispered as you gulped loudly. "Oh I am sorry you feel like that. let us put something more cheery on" he mumbled as he paused the film.

SPIDERS - Whenever there was a spider in the house, you tried to get Jude to get them down and out of the house. But Jude didn't like to tell that he absolutely hated spiders as well, hiding his pain as you both ran around the house as the spider was practically tormenting you both in your own home.

TRICK OR TREATING - You and Jude were going out with some of the boys children, Jude was desperate to take them trick and treating. Think he was more excited than they were. “You know those sweets are supposed to be for the children and not you, not sure you can get away with being a child” Jude turned and shrugged. “With my boyish young looks, I’ll always get away with it. Anyway I have to test them out just in case they are poisonous you know” he smirked. “Oh course you do” you laughed as he ran along with the children.

UNEASY - Halloween sometimes made you feel so uneasy, you were slightly nervous about going to this party as you absolutely hated the theme for some reason. "You'll be okay I promise angel, I am here with you" he whispered as he held your hand as tightly as he could as he could sense how you were feeling.

VAMPIRE - "I want to suck your blood" Jude whispered whilst you were making your dinner. "Don't be doing that whilst I have a knife in my hand because you most certainly will be doing that" you clutched your chest dramatically as you dropped the knife. "Rude babe, right shall I make dinner?" you nodded at him as you turned and faced him realising that he had fangs in. "Where do you get these things?" you laughed as he leaned in and kissed you as he tried to bite your lip with his fangs.

WAND - "Where did you get that?" you asked him as he waved his wand at you. "Oh you have always wanted to wave your wand at me" you winked. "You saucy devil you" he teased. "So why do you have that?" you asked him. "When I went to Harry Potter world I bought it, so I am going as a magician when I have our next party" you simply nodded as you just ignored him as you still had no clue he even had that wand.

XYLOPHONE - As you walked through the maze you heard the music being played. "No that is too much" you cringed. "I feel like we are in our own film that is so creepy" you laughed as you held his hand tightly. "That is so strange, I don't like it" you grabbed his hand as you tried your hardest as you made your way out of the maze as fast as you could before you could go and grab some food.

YOU - Your fourth Halloween with Jude, getting to experience one in Birmingham, Dortmund and now in Madrid. You were so lucky that you got to explore with your favourite person, you were just so happy with him. "I love doing this with you" you kissed his cheek as you posted pictures of you in all your Halloween costumes throughout the year. "I do too baby" Jude smirked as you got ready to come for your next party.

ZOMBIE - "Do you believe in zombies?" Jude randomly blurted out as you were driving him to training one morning. "Huh?" you turned to face him as the lights were changed. "Do you?" he asked again. "Not something I really think about on a normal day to day basis to be honest Jude, but i don't think I do" you replied. "Oh right? well I do and I think I'll come back as a zombie" he smirked. "Oh shit, I better say that I believe it now. I don't fancy getting taken away by a zombie" you teased him. "You do come out with some strange shit" you giggled to Jude.

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residentdormouse · 2 years ago

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Get to Know You Game

Guess I should probably do this after getting four separate tags 😂

❤️Thank you @thecharmedburrowspn-files (original post) @sterling-writes (original post) @karimac (original post) & @santacarlahorrorshow (original post)!! ❤️

(Am I slightly embarrassed by the fact that I haven't read a 'new' book in a while - damn right I am- (🔔Shame🔔) I've been writing self indulgent nonsense/reading too much on AO3; don't judge me!)

Rules: tag 10 people you want to get to know better!

Relationship Status: Married w. Small Children

Favorite Color: Teal & Rose Gold

Favorite Food: Unagi Rolls

Song Stuck in your Head: Girl Who Cried Wolf by Numblife - it came up on a shuffle search. It's not one I'd use with my story (Actually seems more like a Terry Phelps song to me), but if I think about it at all, it sticks around for a few additional hours after.

Last Think You Googled: Average size of a Blue Whale. My son wanted to know how many living rooms long it is.

Time: 1:22pm (but started at 9:34 am, and done in very small portions since then)

Dream Trip: I used to say places that were beautiful to Scuba dive; I want to see a shark. But with how I've been feeling lately, don't know if I have the energy for all that. Is there somewhere I could go that doesn't have constantly assaulting sounds and my muscles won't hurt? A magical fantasy land spa?

Last Book you Read: Re-read Stephen King's Stand - character research, dammit!

Last Book you Enjoyed Reading: the Stand? ...feels like a trick question...

Last Book you Hated Reading: I have to do "Continuing Education" for my job. It's bullshit, and setup to just get your money because they know it's a requirement. Every course is just the same information copy and pasted poorly in a different order. I'd rather beat my head against a brick wall.

:: Bonus ::

Favorite Thing to Cook/Bake: I like doing main course things. Whole turkeys/chickens, steaks... I have a Honey Garlic Salmon that turns out well (but my family hates fish so I don't get to cook that one much...)

Favorite Craft to do in your Free Time: I like doing a fair share of creative things (after a liberal amount of vape hits). Writing has been taking all spare time recently, but I like sketching on my tablet and painting too. And I tend to make a big to-do over Halloween - pumpkin carving, costumes, effects make-up...

Most Niche Dislike: I mean, the big ones -bigotry, discrimination, bullying- should be a given. But if we're looking for stupid odd things I dislike, (which I'm pretty sure is the point), I cannot stand the sound of an empty mechanical pencil scraping against paper. I have no further explaination.

Opinion on the Circus: Never really been to one... I went to fairs cause they're local and less documented animal cruelty (except for the fish you can win in the ping pong ball toss games - those poor fuckers don't stand a chance.) At least there's cotton candy, I guess?

Do You Have a Sense of Direction: I am the navigator on all road trips, but that's because my partner refuses to give up driving, and I can work the apps better. I'm not a fan, and have to Dramamine up. I'm not sure what I'd be like without a GPS tbh...

As for tagging - I am but a small blog that has procrastinated a long time on this. 😬 I'm pretty sure I saw pretty much all of my mutuals already posting theirs. If you haven't and want to - rock on. I tag you, and tag me back - I'd love to hear your answers!!

#im bad at this 😂😅😬

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oriyamiryu · 3 years ago

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“Of Goldfish, a Bag of Oranges” whoo a new sculpture to glitter and take up all of the windows in my room… the oranges are strangely cut and folded and painted scraps of paper from the remains of cut-out paintings (it’s easier to shape them when soft with underpaint btw) and yeah they’re Oranges but they’re Also goldphish (okay perhaps Metaphysically - but I’ve got a great rant about why it’s totally true below that devolves into carps being confusing and hard to research, where are carp experts when you need them?)

Oh! And as always please really I’m Not a scientist or a carp expert, obviously, so stuff may be wrong!

So so the citrus family is actually rutaceae (hey are All plant fams ceae? Or just a lot? Oh yeah! -aceae actually! And the name has tah be based on a genus in the family - funky!) anyways citrus are modified berries since botanically berries are pulp (fleshhh) with seeds inside generally surrounded by the pulp (but not necessarily! Peppers have airy seeds) there are berries that are considered berries (blueberries, cranberries) berries Not thought of as berries (pumpkins and watermelons which are giant berries or pepos! And cucumbers and tomatoes) and then culinary berries that aren’t actually berries (strawberries - seeds on the outside, raspberries/blackberries - aggregate structures made of Several ovaries while berries are made of One) ah! No! Back to Rutaceae… so citrus are Modified berries called Hesperidium and they’re segmented too, but they’re phish cause of their peel! The outer bit of the peel, yanno the bright orange or yellow or green, bit is called the Exocarp (or the flavedo but that’s not phishy) and consists of the Epicarp Proper (who wears a bowtie and is the toughest Very outer bit, oh! A classy party bodyguard) then the squimshier Mesocarp (or the albedo…) falls after that and is the tangy white/yellowish inner rind, then that kinda opaque layer that surrounds the segments and you try not to break when peeling an orange cause otherwise you get sticky orange juice all over your hands is called the Endocarp and yeah!! See!!! (Technically it’s cause in Greek fruit is Karpós and so it’s used to denote diff participles of fruits but shhh you didn’t hear that from me oranges are Phish!!!)

And now since oranges are phish and we’ve firmly established that I can consider a bag of goldphish to be a bag of oranges interchangeably, onto Carp Carp! Liek magikarp! Except…… not…… (sadly)

But carp carp of the not sea cause actually theyre freshwater phish (they tasted the ocean and said Bleh!! Too salty, and never returned after the Great Divide… of land water and sea water or whatever went down with that, birds as carriers of eggs I think) The carp family or the minnow family or Cyprinidae is actually the Most diverse phish family (and the most diverse vertebrae family) out there (followed in phish by the wrasse’s remember!!) with 3000 species to their name! Technically a lot (approx 1,730) of Cyprinid species are actually extinct now but Details Details, they were real!!! The bones say so…

Cyprinids have a Ridiculous size range if you haven’t already realized by the fact that they’re called the carp Or the minnow family… 12mm to 3 meter is, Wao (don’t You want to be a 9 foot phish??? Or a giant grouper akdkfkf) hey Hey Why Do Cyprinids Have No Stomachs? Mcfucking NatGeo Said Subscribe Or You Cant Read About It Well I’ll Just Ask Ncbi Meanies okay so Anyways a, a Lot of phish just, did away with their stomachs? (So did platypuses?) Googles “evolution of Cyprinids being agastric” Google: “you want scholarly article?? You want Google scholar???” Anyways amongst studied agastric and gastric Teleosts (ray finned phish) there’s a relationship between stomach loss and gastric gene loss and/or with specific proton pump losses (?proton pumps move hydrogen ions from areas of low concentration to high concentration, against the flow) and the Pepsinogens (?) which are protein digestive enzymes made by gastric cells that gets converted to gastric acid….. okay okay okay so, there’s a correlation between the loss of genes relating to acid-peptic digestion, which Occurs in your stomach and the loss of a stomach organ in vertebrate species - instead the gut simplifies, as is the case with Cyprinids, whose throat connect directly to their intestines (some studies suggest that the mid intestinal area serves for fat absorption while the end absorbs proteins instead) well now that we’ve answered that vaguely in confusingly scientific jargon…

Cyprinids also don’t have teeth in their jaws (what do they have? Oranges…) though they do have pharyngeal teeth, which are… throat teeth? They don’t, look so much like teeth as they do like combs? They’re bony or cartilaginous and grow from the last gill arch in carps and the cyprinids have a specially grown bone plate above the Gill rakers that grows from the skull and so the phish can, chew between those two structure and so some species of cyprinids eat hard bait (even though most creatures with Gill rakers are filter feeders) Hm. Apparently this qualifies as teeth horror to my brain and I don’t liek it so Moving On

Oh Okay That’s neat but also dammit carps why everything I don’t liek, well it’s sorta asexual reproduction but also sorta not? anyways Cyprinids have the only known vertebrates that perform androgenesis! Because of the Squalius alburnoides (species) allopolyploid complex… Androgenesis is when all the nuclear (of the nucleus) DNA is provided originally by the males in reproduction - either the females produce eggs with no nucleus that upon fertilization form an embryo from the male gamete (the half meiosis cell that combines with another gamete to form a zygote which a Creature grows from, yanno, liek you) Or in the other kind of androgenesis a male and female gamete forms a zygote but the female genome data is eliminated……… should we be concerned that alburnoides might be sexist? I wonder…. Oh I found a research paper about it in Spanish! Cool! I can’t read most of that though… so polyploidy is when cells have more then one pair of homologous (one maternal one paternal) chromosomes, and allopolyploidy is when those extra chromosomes are gotten from one or more different taxa (diff species, genus, families, etc.,) so you have the chromosomes of the og species but then Also a set of chromosomes from Another species, yah dig? Apparently wheat is Also allopolyploid with six sets of chromosomes… so S. alburnoides is bread… as usual everything is bread

I really? Was not planning on making this super sciencey cause honestly I’m having trouble even finding decent articles for this stuff (no access! Screams the website!!! Pay us!!! Scream the publishers!!! Pay your researchers!!! I scream back) anyways final funky cyprinid fact is that unlike a lot of other freshwater phish, they like bodies of water that are heavily mineral and nutrient rich (called Eutrophic lakes) so there’s lots of nitrogen and phosphorus in the water and lots of phytoplankton (plant type plankton!) in the water, so if you see not super thick green algae bloom water cause Light (but, not Cyanobacteria water cause hey No that could be dangerous if it’s a cyanotoxin species and also bad for oxygenation and sunlight with those anyways) then there could be carp in there! Cause all the phytoplankton are tasty to zooplankton but the zooplankton in turn are tasty to cyprinids! Monch

#oranges #sculpture #stick!stickaregood #carp #thescienceoforangesisfine #thescienceofcarp?baffling #cyprinidae #beading #gouache painting #glass beads #science #scienceramblingfromanonscientist

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samwisethewitch · 4 years ago

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Practicing Witchcraft in Secret

I love things that are traditionally “witchy.” I love dressing candles with herbs. I love setting things on fire. I love making poppets and charms. But not everyone is able to be so obvious in their craft. For various reasons, some witches choose to be secretive about their magical practice.

Why Would You Want to Keep It a Secret?

Historically, witches kept their practice a secret because it wasn’t safe to be open about their beliefs. In the late middle ages, the Catholic Church began to actively persecute witchcraft, herbal medicine, and folk spirituality with the publication of “witch hunting guides” like the Malleus Maleficarum. This witch hunting fervor would continue even after the Protestant Reformation, with some of the most famous witch hunts (such as the Salem trials) carried out by Protestants.

It is important to remember that the witch hunts were political at their heart and that very few of the people executed for witchcraft were what we would recognize today as witches. They were mostly women, poor folks, or members of ethnic or religious minorities. But even so, the danger of being accused of witchcraft and/or devil worship drove many medieval witches, herbalists, and pagans to hide their practice.

The United States experienced a modern witch hunt of sorts in the 1980s with the “Satanic Panic.” We still don’t entirely understand what caused this cultural phenomenon, but what we do know is that it resulted in widespread paranoia about devil worship. Anything that could be misconstrued as “satanic” was shunned or outright persecuted, from Dungeons & Dragons to heavy metal music to nature-based religions like Wicca — and, yes, witchcraft. People who had been comfortably open about their spirituality suddenly found themselves practicing behind closed doors. If you’re over 30, you may remember this. If you’re under 30, the Satanic Panic probably shaped how your parents view witchcraft and paganism, and they may still be grossly misinformed as a result.

Even today, a lot of witches choose to keep their practice a secret because it would be unsafe or uncomfortable to go public. Many witches have family members, friends, or coworkers who would be uncomfortable if they knew about their witchcraft, and may even choose to end the relationship because of it. Some witches live in culturally Christian areas where it might be harder for them to get jobs or make friends if they were openly self-identifying as a witch. Some of us live in places where an outdoor ritual could get the cops called on us, or have missionaries showing up to save our souls.

On the other hand, some witches just like privacy. You may feel like your spirituality is nobody’s business but yours, and for that reason you may prefer to do witchcraft in a way that is more subtle and secretive. Desire for privacy is a perfectly valid reason to stay “in the broom closet.”

There are also some magical traditions that require members to swear a vow of secrecy and to keep the group’s secrets. However, these traditions usually require an in-person initiation, so I won’t be discussing them here.

Inconspicuous Witchcraft

If you haven’t read my posts about magical journaling and kitchen magic, I highly recommend you check them out. Those are two forms of magic that are very easy to practice discretely.

No matter what your reason for keeping your practice a secret, here are a few tips for making magic without drawing attention.

Use scented candles. Candle magic is one of the easiest and most versatile forms of spellwork, and all it requires is a candle and your intention. Scented candles are perfect for undercover witches because, rather than adding herbs and oils, you can simply buy a scent that matches your intention. (For example, a vanilla candle is great for love, while a pumpkin spice scent will attract wealth.) Plus, they’re so commonplace that no one will think twice about seeing one in your bedroom or on your desk at work. If you’re a purist and want to make sure you’re using real plant materials, you can get all natural candles scented with essential oils — but lots of witches use artificial scents and get good results, so don’t feel like you have to go with the more expensive option.

Diffuse essential oils. Essential oils contain the concentrated essence of a plant, which makes them a must-have tool for witches. Essential oils are also extremely popular right now, both for holistic healing and for aromatherapy, so you definitely won’t attract any negative attention for using them. You can get a good essential oil diffuser for under $20 online. Some brands overcharge for their oils, but you can find good quality oils for under $10. When choosing an essential oil, look at the magical correspondences for the plant it is made from. You can diffuse oils to infuse your space with their energy, similar to the way you would use incense.

Enchant your perfume. You can choose a perfume to match your intention or make your own custom perfume by mixing essential oils in a carrier oil. Focus on your intention as you spray the perfume, letting it infuse your energy field with magic. You can also buy magical perfume blends from witch-owned businesses online or on Etsy.

Learn shufflemancy. “Shufflemancy” is a modern form of divination that is done by putting a playlist on shuffle — whatever song plays first contains an intuitive message for you, either in the lyrics or in how it makes you feel. You can find playlists specifically made for divination by Googling “shufflemancy playlist,” or you can make your own by compiling a playlist of songs from different genres that deal with different topics. Just be sure to keep it diverse — if your playlist only has love songs on it, you might not get very helpful messages if you have a question about your career.

Learn bibliomancy. This divination method is similar to shufflemancy, but much older. Bibliomancy is done by asking your question while holding a book, focusing on your question while connecting with the book’s energy, and then opening it to a random page. There is a long, long tradition within Christianity of doing this with the Bible — if you feel connected to a certain sacred text, you could use it for bibliomancy. You could also use a book of poetry, a novel, or even a dictionary. However, I think it’s important to use a book you feel a connection to, rather than something randomly grabbed off the shelf.

Use Pinterest and Spotify as manifestation tools. You may have heard of vision boards, a tool used to manifest something by creating a detailed collection of images that match your intention. Pinterest boards are already essentially virtual vision boards, and creating one with focused intent can be a spell by itself. Likewise, you can use Spotify playlists for manifestation. To do this, create a playlist of songs that match your intention (songs about money or love, for example) and listen to it while meditating on your desired outcome.

Choose your outfits with intention. You can pick clothes based on color correspondences (see this post for a guide to color magic), the material they are made from (a wool sweater vs. a cotton T-shirt), or some other symbolism. For example, if you want to feel empowered, you might wear leopard print to channel the energy of a fierce predator.

Enchant a piece of jewelry for a specific purpose. You can choose your jewelry based on the correspondence of the metal or gemstones it is made from, make your own piece, or use whatever you already have on hand. You can enchant this jewelry by passing it over the flame of a candle or through the vapor of an essential oil diffuser. State what purpose you want this charm to serve, either out loud or in your mind. Wear this jewelry whenever you need to tap into that energy, and make sure to cleanse it often.

Create magical art. If you want to manifest something, draw or paint a picture of it. You don’t have to be a skilled artist — what matters is that you are taking your mental image of what you want and bringing it into the physical world. Fold up the picture and keep it in your pillow, or in some other special place. Likewise, if you want to banish something, draw or paint a picture of it and then rip it into little pieces and throw it out. This ritual allows you to purge yourself of the negative emotions tied to the thing you are banishing.

Take a magical bath. We rarely have more privacy than when we’re in the tub. Taking a bath is already a ritual of sorts, and it’s easy to add magic. You can, of course, make magical bath salts by mixing essential oils into Epsom salt, but you can also create bath spells with household objects. For example, a bath with salt and vinegar will clear up nasty energy, while adding milk to your bath will attract love and abundance.

Practicing in secret does not have to mean a less deep or well-rounded practice. There are lots of magical acts that can be done subtly or kept private. The suggestions in this post are by no means exhaustive, and I hope they will give you some ideas for other ways to fill your life with undercover magic.

Resources:

“Introduction” from The Malleus Maleficarum at http://www.malleusmaleficarum.org

The Fat Feminist Witch podcast, “Episode 34 — Witches, Midwives, and Doulas”

“Most witches are women, because witch hunts were all about persecuting the powerless” by Bridget Marshall for The Conversation

New World Witchery podcast, “Episode 118 — The Satanic Panic”

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coupsnim · 3 years ago

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🌼 at the moment 🌼

tagged by @dongkwan, thank you mare 💕

favourite colour — right now it’s olive green and peach

3 favourite foods — lasagna, pumpkin soup and moules marinière (will probably change tomorrow ahah I just love food in general)

song stuck in my head — I’m fine by d.o.

last thing I googled — the name of my dermatologist to get her number

dream trip — right now I’d love to go to indonesia

time — 6:45pm

tea or coffee — neither, I like tea but only without theine, if I take one sip of black tea I stay awake for two or three days

last show I watched — young royals, I liked it more than I thought I would to be honest

currently reading — la petite conformiste by ingrid seyman

currently watching — the alienist and brooklyn 99, depending on my mood

sweet, savoury, spicy — savory > spicy > sweet

last song I listened to — I’m gonna love you by d.o.

last movie I watched — swing kids (yes, because of kyungsoo)

ult groups — shinee, wonder girls, 2ne1, bap, seventeen

cravings — aperol spritz

hobbies — drawing, painting, reading, hiking, buying sunglasses and shoes

feeling — happy to finally see my bestfriend after nearly two months

tagging: @woozi @myungho @soonhoonsol @xuseokgyu @haniehae @haechanblr @seungkwns @gyukwans @joshuas @cherryredscoups

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elles-writing · 4 years ago

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When The Worlds Collide - VI

Kili x reader

A/N: Hey guys, sorry for not posting my own works in like two weeks or so. It was rough for my mental health and school was kicking my ass and I was not in a mood for doing many things, so now I hope you will like this long chapter!! It’s not really about the main plot, just some fluffy moments to enjoy. Also, it was my birthday 23rd September and it’s finally autumn!! I also don’t really know when am I going to draw, because like I said, I was not doing mentally well, but I think I could give it a shot in a next few days, because I’m on my autumn break, finally! I’ve been finishing a cake w my mom in past hour or so and I created a moon on it and waves in Gogh’s paintings style, I’ll show you a photo of it in next part.

gif not mine

gif not mine (inspo for the bun and cooking scene)

Also, I’m not sure in which year in modern world this shall be oriented, but songs I’ve been thinking of (aka you playing these to them):

Spanish: Volar – Alvaro Soler, also We Don’t Speak Americano

French: Amour Plastique – VIDEOCLUB, La Vie En Rose – Edith Piaf

Korean: Sweat, Blood & Tears – BTS (because I don’t know almost any Japanese songs, but I like this one and some other songs in Korean)

Vegetable pie – quiche (I’ve had a pumpkin one in a cafe and it was real good)

Warnings: fluff

tags: @moony-artnstuff @whenputtingpentopaper

One of the fun things while having this group around was that they would constantly look around some rooms in your house and tell you how pretty it was, even if you haven't been tidying and cleaning it in two weeks at least. They also loved to explore your library and spended countless hours by reading the books. You've decided to introduce them to human culture. Only the basic things, really.

"So, here, the race of Men has developed into a different coultures and languages all over the world. Can you guess, for example, how many languages is here?" Kili didn't even thought about his answer.

"Well, you have one common language, so I guess just one, maybe two or three," He said with proud confident smile, changing in his typical cheeky grin as he winked at you. You chuckled and shook your head. Balin looked up from his book.

"There must be more. What about five, or ten?" You looked over others.

"Any other answer? C'mon, try out some number." You felt like a teacher in a class of many different students.

"Thirty languages, that could be," said Legolas calmly.

"Well, this is much bigger world, but it can't be that much. I guess twenty." Bard was thinking aloud.

"So, how is it, lass?" Fili asked and you couldn't help to cover a smile that was forming on your face.

"Well, actually, it's much more than that," you said. You've heard Gandalf to chuckle.

"It's over six thousand languages." Kili's eyes widened and his jaw fell down, Fili did pretty similar face. Most of them looked at you as if you'd told them you personally know Smaug and he's your best friend. And that dragons are the biggest cuddly softies.

"Bold of you to assume that whole population in this world speaks one language or a few dozens of them," you jokily murmed to yourself. Of course, elvish ears have picked that up. Thranduil looked at you with his icy glare.

„How does they sound, then?“ You pulled out your phone and opened YouTube.

„Well, this is a language called Spanish,“ You‘ve played one song in Spanish and all of them were listening to it, deeply in thought. You’ve noticed some dwarves trying to catch the lyrics, and when the song ended, you looked over them.

„This was Spanish, it’s one of the most largely-spoken languages all over the world. It can be slightely different, it depends on where you go. Then, there is another language, and it’s called French. It’s also called the ‚language of love‘, because it sounds softly and even as some sort of charm or magic.“ You looked to the elves.

„I think you may like it, it sounds a bit as an elvish in a way,“ You shrugged your shoulders, not wanting to offend them. They looked more interested in what you were about to play to them.

„This song is in French, but it’s a sad song. It’s also quite old, but I think it’s quite a good example, because it’s well-known, so,“ you left the sentence unfinished and played La Vie En Rose by Edith Piaf, then one more modern song in French so they’d get the idea. When it ended, you’ve spoken again.

„Well, then there are much different languages. This one is Korean,“ you said and played a song, around fourty seconds.

„What were they saying? It’s all so different!“ You’ve heard Fili and smirked.

„You haven’t heard Russian, Fili.“ Kili sat closer to you, just as a puppy needy for attention.

„They are all so different!“ He threw his hands into air. You smiled.

„Oh yeah, they are. But it’s better to know at least two languages, to get higher chances of getting a job. The more languages you know, the more likely will people want you to work for them.“ Bard piped up.

„How can you learn them? Some of them sound way too difficult to learn, that Korean for example, how would you learned that?“ You looked over to your library.

„Oh well, you can go to some classes and learn the language here, or you can learn them by yourself. There are many textbooks you can use for learning grammar, and you can use books in your target language to help you to learn the vocabulary. Or you can watch movies in that language, listen to a songs, read articles instead of books, text or call with somebody who speaks that language...there are plenty of ways to do so, there is probably even more of them. Also, depends on the language and the person. Some people learn easier when they’ll learn the basic grammar first, someone needs to learn the pronounciation first, and so on.“ You finished talking and they were staring at you, surprised.

„How many languages do you know, if I may ask?“ Balin looked curiously down at you, sitting with crossed legs on the floor with Kili sitting next to you. You’ve thought about his question.

„Well, I’m fluent in two languages, and I’m learning another one. It’s a great way to relieve stress and it’s really fun thing to do, even though sometimes you have to learn to write completely different letters.“ You showed them Koren, Japanese and Russian letters, and they couldn’t believe their eyes.

A few minutes later

Fili sat down to the other side, so you were seated between them and they could look on your phone and into your book about Korea and Japan.

„How can you write that? How can you read that? It’s impossible! It all sounds the same!“ Kili and Fili cried out when Google Translate pronounciation have proved them wrong after another attempt of reading the languages.

„Every language has it’s own rhytm and you have to really listen to it, so you will recognize the words. If you don’t know the languages, it does sound close. Maybe we could try out some French and Spanish, what do you think?“ You said after seeing the elves being annoyed that they could not pronounce it, but not complaining as the dwarf brothers.

But oh boy, French and Spanish, that was another challenge. Even if not that big, but still.

„How do you do that with your mouth?!“ Kili asked you, looking as unhappy, flustrated puppy whom you took it’s ball and refused to give it back (or throw it).

„There are some rules for something called grammar and pronounciation, which you are purposely ignoring and then you complain you don’t understand how to do it!“ You said and rolled your eyes.

„You always tell me it’s wrong!“

„Because it is! You are pronouncing it wrong! It’s leviOUsa, not levioSAAA-!“ You stopped and then you started laughing. Kili furrowed his eyebrows.

„What, what are you laughing about? What is so funny? Y/N? Y/N, are you okay?!“ Kili looked at you, lying on your back on the floor, tears from laugh sparkling in your eyes.

„I sound-I sound just like a Hermione! It’s not LevioSAA-“ You started laughing again and they all looked at you worried.

„Shall we be concerned?“ Fili asked and you shook your head.

„No, no, it’s okay, I just-“ You looked at Kili and tried to not to laugh again.

„I’m okay, it’s okay.“ You breathed in and out, slowly, closing your eyes. You didn’t noticed how most of them looked at each other. As if they’d ended up with some crazy person.

You spoken.

„Okay, I think that was enough of languages for today. I know you have Khuzdul, Elvish and common language in Middle-Earth, but here is much more. Human culture in here has been developing for thounsands of years on many different places, so that’s why.“ You said and got up to your laptop to find some pictures of a certain places. They all came closer.

„Well, this is Rome, in Italy. Then, we have Paris, in France, now some Scandinavian countries. This is Stockholm, Sweden. Then, there is London, Great Britain. Now, this is Los Angeles and New York, that’s both in United States. This is in Japan and this is in Australia.“ You showed them well-known places all over the world and especially Europe, since you assumed it was the closest to Middle-Earth style of living.

After a while, you’ve decided to make some dinner. It wasn’t too much left, and you knew you’d have to go shopping soon, but you didn’t wanted to stress yourself about leaving some fictional characters alone in your house for an hour. No. You prepared a recipe and ingredients and started making dough and left them in living room with another pile of books. They especially loved classics, because they had similar language to what they were using, but they liked even more modern books. You didn’t even counted the time you were thanking yourself for collecting books and being a bookworm. And being a „public library“, as you and your friend would say.

Meanwhile, Kili looked up from his book to Fili, whom was reading one book series and seemed to like it, but now his brows was furrowed as if trying to solve some problem that came up. He quietly closed it and noticed you weren’t here with them, so he‘ve decided to find you and maybe talk with you about the book he was currently reading.

The first place, where he’ve decided to take a look to, was kitchen. He stood in the doorway, more to the side so you wouldn’t noticed him right away, but you seemed to be deeply in thought and mentally far away.

You were making a dough, with your hair up in a messy bun, your apron had quite a lot of flour on it, some flour ended up on your face and especially on your cheeks and up to elbows your hands were covered in it, even in your hair was a flour, but you didn’t seemed to mind it here. Next to you, there was a bowl of some cutted vegetables and a smaller bowl of cheese and a few eggs, some spices and herbs.

He didn’t noticed when you‘ve looked up as his memory flew back to his mother back in their old home in Middle-Earth in the kitchen cooking and his and Fili’s failed attempts they called cooking. They were much better at cooking from mud and twiggs than from real food. He imagined his mother and you in that kitchen and that you’d both tell him to get out from the kitchen and he’d sneak in afterwards to steal some piece of pie or cookies or sweet pasteries to prepare for you and him a picnic under the stars...

„Are you going to stand here and stare at me while I’m cooking?“ You placed your hands on your hips and a smile was dancing across your face. Kili’s head snapped and his cheeks blushed.

„I, uh, I wanted to talk with you about this book, I think it’s a good one.“ You came back to your dough and started working on it, again.

„Well, what books is it?“ You looked at the book he was holding.

"Oh, so The Picture of Dorian Gray. How do you like it so far?“ Kili looked at the book in his hands as if it could answer instead of him. He didn’t wanted to embarrass himself in front of you.

„Well, I...uh...it’s-it’s interesting and-“ You softly chuckled and his head snapped up.

„You can sit by the table rather than to stand in the doorway, Kee. Or you can help me out.“ You clapped your hands and big cloud of flour appeared in the air. A cheeky grin found a way to his face.

„Oh, so you would risk cooking with me, miss Y/N?“ You grinned back at him.

„Well, maybe. And still, you can sit down and talk about the book, I’ll listen to you.“ You said and a soft chuckle escaped your lips when you’ve seen how eager he was to sit near you, somebody whom was ready to listen to him.

„Tell me what you honestly think of that book, Kili. I won’t get offended or anything.“ You smiled at him and you’ve seen his eyes to shine as he spoke and when you were talking about all the characters and the storyline from different points of view, but that didn’t lasted long, because...food.

„What are you cooking?“ Kili asked curiously as he’ve checked the dough you were doing, the vegetables, spices and herbs.

„I’m baking a pie with vegetables and cheese, Kee.“ He scrunched his face and furrowed eyebrows.

„Why would you bake it with vegetables? Pies are sweet, aren’t they?“ He looked up at you with his questioning soft brown eyes and you’ve melted once again. You sighed and started explaining.

„Well, they are, but this type of pie is made with vegetables and cheese and eggs. It tastes good, I promise. It’s something like a pizza, but...well, it’s just a bit different, but good too!“ You said and he nodded, remembering that you baked a pizza a few days ago. Then he was standing next to you, looking sleepishly down at it.

„Put your hair out of the way, Kili, or they will end up in it. And that would not be good.“ You said, pulled out a hair-tie from the pocket of your apron, and created a messy bun out of his hair. You’ve realized that touching someone’s hair is (well, at least in the movies and books) intimate for dwarves, so you felt your face to heat up in embarrassement. You realized that it was probably true when Kili was suddenly stiff and his ears became red.

„Oh, I didn’t realized, I’m sorry-“ He cutted you off.

„It’s okay,“ You noticed he was sleepishly looking at you, but there was a twinkle in his eyes telling you he was not mad at you. (As if he could be possibly actually mad at somebody, you thought.) You shyly looked away.

„I, uh, wanna help me out?“ You looked down at floor, suddenly too embarrassed to look at him, so you didn’t noticed how his eyes widened in surprise.

„Y-you would let me to cook?!“ His voice came out as high-pitched and you glanced at him. His eyes were set on you, he was clearly surprised and excited.

„I will keep an eye on you, but yes, at some point I will.“ You said a bit hesitantely. He looked a bit concerned, but excitement overtook him. You handed him an apron. Yours was dark blue with little stars on it, this one was creamy with brown fabric around the edges. You helped him to put it on and stepped a bit away, hands on your hips and slightely narrowed eyes.

„Yeah, that’s good. But we need to do something with your bangs,“ You said and pulled out a few hair clips and bobby pins in more sizes from pocket of your apron. You went through them and then slightely nodded, chose a few of them and the rest gave back. You looked up to Kili.

„This will help to hold all of your hair out of your face,“ you said and he took them and suspiciously glanced at them. You sighed and rolled playfully your eyes. You took one of your pocket, took a strand of hair that escaped to your bun and inhaled.

„That’s how to do it. It’s not like it will bite you.“ You said, clasped the strand to it’s place, placing your hands on your hips and rising your eyebrow. He grinned and winked at you.

„Okay, let’s get the pie done!“ You quickly said, trying to cover your rising blush.

You broke the eggs into the bowl with vegetables and let Kili to put the herbs into it, but you added spices and heavy cream into it.

„Now, mix it-carefully, so it won’t end up on the floor and stay in the bowl-and then carefully pour it onto the dough,“ you motioned to the prepared dough on pie dish. Kili, when he calmed down (which almost didn’t happened, he seemed to be excited somebody trusted him enough to let him to kitchen to do something else than just eat, drink or sneak in for food), was a quick learner. You placed the pie to oven and let it to bake. You leaned against the counter and with a huff you wiped off your forehead.

„I think it’s time to get cleaned up,“ you sighed, your eyes falling shut. Kili nodded, but it seemed something on your face cought his attention. He came closer, he was close enough for you to see his soft gaze filled with concern and his brows slightely scrunched, him being concentrated.

„You have...a bit of flour left here...“ he said and his thumb runned across your cheek. You slighely flinched on that sudden contact. Your eyes met his and you’ve seen in his gaze he was thinking about something. His touch was sending shivers down your spine. You slightely opened your mouth, but closed it again, not wanting to ruin the moment. His eyes had a sparks in them, but he looked more nervous than cheeky and confident this time.

You couldn’t help but looked quickly on his lips and back to his eyes. It was only you two now, as if the whole world disappeared. You were holding your breath, nervous what was about to happen.

„I-,“ Kili whispered and you felt his breath on your lips. He was looking deep into your e/c eyes, thinking about how beautiful they were and how close he was. He could kiss you, your lips were just a few inches away, and he’d lie if he said he have never, at least once thought about how it would felt like to kiss you, at least once, since he met you.

„Kili, where are you?!“ You both flinched, quickly parted and looked away. You’ve heard Kili groaning as his older brother appeared in the doorway.

„You need to read this series Kee-wait-“ he slightely frowned, looking at his brother more properly.

„You were...cooking?“ You nervously smiled.

„Uhm, yeah, I was making a dinner and, uhm, Kili was helping me out,“ You said.

„Kili, you can go clean up, I will clean here a bit,“ You didn’t gave him a place for an answer when you pushed him to go to Fili. When a door fell after them, you sat down on the floor and thought about that moment you almost kissed. And then Fili came in, you thought and groaned. He was definetely keeping an eye on his brother.

#kili x reader #kili #the hobbit #fanfiction #fili #fluff

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winebleeds · 4 years ago

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@bnjmin sent ❛ 5, 10, 15, 20, 25, 30. for all :) ❜

⤑ TAKE A PEAK

you’re really making me add this to a read more again, huh.

5. closet

raleigh: his button up shirts & nicer tee shirts on clothes racks with sweaters on the top shelf and shoes on the floor below. he doesn’t have too much room in it otherwise. liz: her closest is too complicated, fuck that. but, while the majority of it is white, the clothes are organized by shades based on the electromagnetic spectrum. surprisingly, most of her shirts are her nasa polos & the only consistent outfit within the closest. because she usually has less than 10 outfits at a time. she swaps out clothes during the seasons, and resales clothes after wearing them a couple times. her sweaters, her personal ones or stolen ones, are kept in drawers within the bedroom alongside jeans & workout attire. like clothes, she has a selected amount of shoes on a bottom shelf. while it won’t be as big as this closest, this has the general vibes. jamie: like raleigh, his button up shirts and any suits. maybe some of his track wear that shouldn’t wrinkle. nicer tee shirts his tennis shoes... and of course his horse gear hiding in the corner :3 maddie: her clothes are just swung on racks when in a hurry to actually clean. if it’s in order, it’s because liz cleaned maddie’s room. most of her shirts are band shirts and leather & jean jackets.

10. pantry

raleigh: box pasta (he loves bow ties because they look like bow ties), rice, cereals (mainly honey nut cheerios, and he’ll try all the flavors), chips (like pretzels, cheetos, popcorn), and kraft mac n’ cheese. then basic baking stuff like cake mixes, sugar, salt, like, typical foods that’s mixed around where he has to scan for a bit to find what he wants. only his teas are organized. and dog food on the bottom. liz: her apartment does not have a pantry. rip. but they way she has food organized is precise. jamie: his studio does not have a pantry. but it would have box stuff similar to raleigh... but vegan versions... alongside having the most spices out of everyone else and protein stuff. and his would be organized like liz’s. maddie: her apartment does not have a pantry. it would probably be empty besides her box of animal crackers if she did tho. thank goodness she lives with liz.

15. bookcase

raleigh: his bookcase holds some of his prized possessions and is one of the few thing he actually keeps organized in his place. and here’s how the bare bones would look like. those science fiction books from his piano instructor, a completed lego models of the millennium falcon and the enterprise as “bookends” with some of his preferred star wars & star trek books, though the models take up more space on that shelf. then everything else is just books with some other trinkets that are vague in my head for now. liz: so she has two bookshelves. the first one is in the living area that most to hold themed books and props to whatever theme caitlyn or liz arranged, though now it’s a combination of whatever maddie and liz want to share in that space. this is what that one would look like, though different items. within her bedroom, liz has a plain shelf with image of it here with several books ordered by the dewey system. she may swap out books when she fells it’s too full, but some of her prized book, like her little women book from her childhood or her engineering textbook from her first class with dr. kumar, will always remain. even if liz may read more on her phone (considering it’s cheaper with the library app), she likes to have physical copies of ones she does enjoy or preorder. oh, slightly off topic, but she’s definitely one of those that reads all the books in bill gates or obama’s book lists every year; she should really join a book club. once liz gets a house, you bet that her bookshelf will look like this one in her study. jamie: this dumbass doesn’t read. maddie: while she doesn’t have too many books for a bookshelf, she does have a vinyl rack. or well, something liz built for her that’s similar to this but maddie would paint lighting bolts on the sides because the sides reminded her of lighting bolts. but she has a simple vinyl rack to store her vinyl that will become canvas for her paintings. and, as for the living room bookshelf, she has one of her 70s cameras she found at an antique store that liz cleaned up for her alongside some of her favorite vinyls to show off or, well, not necessary favorite favorites but ones people will recognize & fit with liz, like fleetwood mac rumors. then, there’s a succulent that liz doesn’t touch that maddie keeps care for; his name is pumpkin because of the orange pot.

20. refrigerator

raleigh: leftovers from takeout, since normally one takeout plate lasts for two meals. then there’s ketchup, soy sauce, milk, eggs, butter, yoghurt (blueberry or oreo preferred), jelly & jam (mainly blueberry or apricot & there’s even blueberry orange marmalade because why not) some veggies, mainly bell peppers & mushrooms, cheeses, chicken, & hot dogs for his dogs. liz: since maddie & liz would share one, i’m listing things that mainly liz’s here. so she has the meal prep meals in containers throughout the work week. leftovers also last longer for her, about three meals. then there’s meats, mainly chicken & salmon (her favorite), basic things like eggs & milk etc, apple butter, jelly & jam (mainly blackberry & grape), worcestershire sauce, & ketchup. jamie: like, all the veggies you can think of. vegan cheeses, oat milk, cilantro, pickles, jam & jelly (mainly strawberry) leftovers. maddie: the avocadoes in the fridge is because of her. there’s also bbq sauce, sriracha, & leftovers. oh, the the mango habanero jam is hers too.

25. five most recent google search history

raleigh: 1. names for shades of yellow / 2. beekeeping in urban setting / 3. bee species in california / 4. the most common bee in the world / 5. bees in winter liz: her google search history has been cleared so i can’t share it :/ jamie: 1. football season updates / 2. how much irrnekg (accidental when holly laid on the keyboard / 3. how much is 8 m in feet / 4. inheritance issues / 5. manage a farm long distance maddie: 1. fairy wings reference / 2. fabric paint in local stores / 3. sour candy lyrics / 4. blinking guy meme / 5. keyboard sale

30. netflix watch history (or just clumping all the streaming services here)

raleigh: the mandalorian, david attenborough’s animal documentaries, x files, dr. oakley yukon vet and yes he cries at every episode don’t judge, indiana jones trilogy no fourth liz: downton abbey, fixer upper, pride & prejudice, the biggest little farm, i am greta, and i guess space documentaries... oh, and the lotr trilogy like, three times already :/ jamie: the office, gilmore girls, flashdance, like all of audrey hepburn’s movies but he tries to hide all of this with fast & furious and cobra kai and action stuff maddie: halloween, nightmare before christmas, the chilling adventures of sabrina, glow, the get down, sailor moon, wayne’s world, magica madoka, the breakfast club

#you can see me breaking apart #since i didn't do this in order #but took me two whole days #( v. answered )#( m. headcanon )#( r. headcanon )#( e. headcanon )#( j. headcanon )#bnjmin

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genius11rare · 4 years ago

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AH ChitChat Notes 3 22 21

Chitchat 32221 with Jeremy , michael and matt ft disembodied voices of lindsay and maybe kaden , gus in chat and joins

Jeremy: Kaden spoke up because of donuts earlier… Michael: Jacks time is over now… but he will be on stream later. Jeremy: oh yeah schedule. Slight last minute changes doing Fall Guys first cuz S4 came out… me michael lindsay and matt did a letsplay in it earlier today … gus will be doing fall guys this stream (eyyy)... oh yeah and i wanna impersonate what jack does. Matt: do it. Jeremy: and if you're watching on the site we can see your chat like FatHippoHippo wrote BET in all capitals … yeah i just wanted to get into the spirit and be like “what would jack do, what would he think is funny” and that was it. Lindsay: alsoone of those WWJD bracelets from the 90s What Would Jack Do… (matt: ive repurposed them) Jeremy: so how are you doing? Lindsay: good weekend i guess , just telling Matt we watched Big Hero 6 yesterday (Jeremy: aw hell yell) still an awesome movie , kids loved it. Jeremy: where they scared of - idk if he has a name the kabuki villain… *looking it up* apparently its Yokai… guess they never really say it cuz that's generic. Lindsay: that's VERY generic. Michael: IVE GOT TO TAKE THIS CALL *facecam becomes void* Jeremy: ok spoiler alert for Big Hero 6 but just looking at the wiki… it makes an audacious claim. It says “professor robert calahan OR ALSO BETTER KNOW as his villain name Yokai”... is it? Lindsay: well its based on a comic right so i guess canonically he has a name…. But to answer your question No they werent scared … anyway something we noticed upon rewatching is that 2 characters before a MAJOR event happens to the fistbump… but DON'T do the explosion… like oooohhh foreshadowing. Michael: not really foreshadowing if they keep doing it throughout the movie , if anything its foreshadowing that like… hell… whats the robots name - baymax learning it… not really foreshadowing the building explodes (gen notes MAJOR EVENT) … what blew my mind was that movie has a post credits scene. Jeremy: oh yeah was it like with the dudes father. Michael: Fred yeah! Remember remarking upon them entering the house theres a portrait of the dad and i just went “his dads just Stan Lee… just a portrait of him” Post credits scene and guys talking to painting and - wasn't paying attention but he like hits his head on it and the wall opens up to show a superhero room with paraphernalia everywhere and Stan Lee walks in like “son we got a lot to talk about” Jeremy: Chat asking about if i watched the wrestling PayPerView… remember how i updated you last that the guy died in the ring after being set on fire (Michael: lemme guess hes a zombie now) - yep exactly last night a hand reached up and grabbed someones leg , he came out of the smoke with a melted messed up mask so yeah…. Hes a furry (i think?) zombie clown Michael: hey wait a minute let me read the chat , someone named Gus said “whoa no idea there was a post credit scene” “what is a fastfood restaurant combo wish would open” Lindsay: Miss my KenTaco Hutt… Michael: idk im usually just in the mood for SOMETHING , not looking to combine , only time is when i want a certain food and they don't have the same sides i want other places have . like Sonic is amazing for sides , apps and drinks… don't care for entrees , but if i could get Sonic sides at McDonalds or Taco bell or something.. Jeremy: guess in the same vein id combine Dairy Queen with a lot of places (Matt: i was about to say) to get a BLIZZARD with whatever. Matt: that's how it usually goes anyway , you get the food , you drive by the Dairy Queen and get a desert - you don't get the food at Dairy Queen cuz why - just why Lindsay: i mean theres icecream but there isnt really fastfood places for other deserts… like theres not really a Cake or Cupcake place (Matt: not yet *tilts head at camera like “you know what i want”* ) there IS the cupcake ATM Matt: alright checking the google… Michael: Matts checking the driving distance. Jeremy: another questions whil matts looking up cakes (Matt: oh i already have it) nevermind then. Conware asks “what is your fave controller for console and whats fave controller you own” Jeremy: Idk really… i know for a while everyones was the Elite 2 Michael: yeah just most comfortable. Matt: well that's like a specialty type… if its a stock one then the switch pro controller is pretty good. Michael: i mean i also have this 8Bit do SNES bluetooth controller thing , love it Lindsay: i love the nintendo switch controller grip… makes it feel like it curves comfy around your palms Jeremy: the XBOX sea of thieves one is great (Matt: i was about to say…) got a glow in the dark skull in the middle , RT is like a gold tooth , is partly see through Matt: and it comes with some exclusive stuff for Sea of Thieves Lindsay: yeah like Motion Sickness. Matt: i got one that's just a donut. Lindsay: gave me an idea… you know how theres Pez Dispensers (matt: heard of them) yeah and how you don't really even use them right you just eat the candy and play with the thing ( *matt nods approvingly* yeah about right) what if we invent a controller where every once in a while it opens up to give a snack. (Matt: yeah like everytime you get an achievement, Jeremy: yeah i did good! Just go up to the controller and eat it) “You Are Good Boy” Matt: be funnier if it just throws at you “everyone have a fave seasons and followup do you like seasons where you grew up or where you are now?” Jeremy: i mean springs probably my fave its easy to be outside , not boiling hot nor snow everywhere… great time to camp and fish , falls cool with changing colors… texas is like “do you want REALLY hot or hot?” Michael: i do really like Fall on the East Coast but its like - yeah i miss it and its nice to be there when it happens where its light jacket weather. I used to wear sweatshirts all the time - i don't bother with long sleeves in texas cuz i know im taking it off within 30 min… never knew about the Water Cup thing until i lived in texas where restaurants just HAVE water cups… blew my mind its free - because people will drop dead . noticed they just have this seperate stack of clear cups which is i guess like “i BETTER not see any soda in that cup THAT'S A WATER CUP!”. I don't like it when its 105 degrees but i do like being able to just wear Tshirts most of the year and not dealing with snow Lindsay: i like Fall the most cuz like its blend of i guess i embrace the basic bitch stereo types of fall , want my pumpkin spice latee but ALSO i know halloween is coming and ive said before how THAT'S like my religious holiday so like… i come alive. Matt: probably fall , maybe winter. I don't go out much but fall is like the right amount of cool but not TOO cool. Jeremy: over the weekend me and kat went to a town called rockfort (i think?) which is like right on the ocean , the weather was a little cold for it , like 50 maybe and the sea breeze made it chillier… im not really a beach person just more water. You say beach and you think like Boogie Boarding Bros (Michael: whoooaah boogie. Lindsay: beach volleyball) yeah .. id reather be on a rocky shore than a sandy beach. Michael: youd rather be like a mermaid sitting on the rocks *jeremy laughs loud* is that what you're saying Jeremy: yeah Matt: attracting sailors to their DOOM Lindsay: i gotta send you a link but theres this one TikTokker i guess that i watch that talks about that an eastern european beach she went to and was like “i cant wait to go on my beach outting yeah!” and she gets there its rocky , really windy , noones there and goes “ooh its really cold” Matt: depends the kind of beach to me… for me East Coast beaches SUCK *jeremy nods yep* its water you cant see anything in its terrible Lindsay: that's also texas beaches , all brown. Matt: its just one of those things where you get in the water and your like “ok… at anymoment i could be attacked by everything around me” Michael: well that can happen on land too matt (Gen Notes WELCOHME TA JOISEY!!!) (paraphrasing jeremy here) Jeremy: theres this guy who flys a drone out over beaches into the ocean , and he released the footage… apparently due to there being a lot less people now theres just Great White Sharks that go relatively close to beaches now… there are times where hes filming people playing and like 10 ft away is a fucking shark ya know just swimming. And cuz they're really far away hed be like “id see it , film it , then go to a lifeguard and show it like “oh btw…” “ Michael: so you know 2 hours ago someone may have been eaten. MattL he should put a speaker on the drone to like announce the sharks like HEY! DEATH OUT THERE!. Lindsay: “whats that Dronie? Theres a shark in the water?!?” Jeremy: and it was funny seeing that behavior where everyonce and a while a shark would be swimming then someone would do something near it not seeing the shark and the shark just goes “fuck dat” and swims away MattL god dude…. So close to death *gus joins* Lindsay: oh you're the guy who was like Texas beaches have Tar Gus: oh yeah i grew up in texas and i thought all beaches were like that just “oh you don't sit on the tar”

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vfdarkness · 5 years ago

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A Voice From Darkness - Ep1 - The Black Door

What follows below is a transcript of the first episode of A Voice From Darkness. To listen to the podcast - look for it on Apple Podcasts, Google, wherever you normally listen to podcasts, or here.

INTRO

Dark ambient drone.

RYDER

You find yourself alone in an abandoned manor. The furniture moves of its own accord, whispers resonate from empty rooms. The dead are unquiet all around you.

A beat.

RYDER

You need my help.

Dark ambient drone changes to:

INTRO MUSIC

RYDER

This is A Voice From Darkness.

Intro music continues, but gradually fades out.

ACT 1

RYDER

Hello. As always this is Dr. Malcolm Ryder, parapsychologist. You’re listening to A Voice From Darkness. If you’re having any problems that are paranormal, supernatural, unexplainable in any way please call in.

A beat.

RYDER

I’m here to help. Oh, and my producer is letting me know we have a call on the line. Tell us your name, caller.

All of Amanda's dialogue has the SFX as coming through a telephone.

AMANDA

Hello, Dr. Ryder, my name's Amanda Ful-

She cuts herself off.

AMANDA

Just Amanda.

RYDER

That's all right, Amanda - we don't need to know your last name. But we do need to know what you're calling about. What unnerving situation have you found yourself in?

AMANDA

Can I ask you a question first? Is that all right?

RYDER

Of course, please - ask away.

AMANDA

To be completely honest - and I'm sorry - but I've never listened to your show before. I've heard of it - obviously - otherwise I wouldn't be calling. But... do most people call in about vampires, zombies, werewolves? Those sorts of things?

RYDER

If I understand your question, what you're asking is: do most of our calls involve familiar paradigms of the supernatural? Is that correct?

AMANDA

Yes. I guess that's what I was getting at.

RYDER

Believe it or not - no. Most calls are... stranger. Outliers. Every conversation on this show, at its root, features an occurrence that the caller cannot explain by simply invoking the natural world. Vampires, werewolves, demons - perhaps sometimes people interpret the raw sensory data they take in as such creatures. But that does not mean they exist. At the very least not in ways we've traditionally conceived them. Does that make sense? Did I answer your question?

AMANDA

No. No - that answered my question. Thank you. It makes me feel better too. What I'm calling about - it's not like a ghost or demon. I don't think? I don't know what's happening, really.

RYDER

And what is that you've called about, Amanda?

A beat.

AMANDA

(uncertain)

A black door?

RYDER

A black door? Have you walked through this door and something happened? Did you witness a terrible being emerge from the door?

AMANDA

No. I haven't gone through - or any of that. I... I... I'm sorry I should have thought about what I wanted to say before calling. It's - it's complicated.

RYDER

For complicated things - I think it's best if we start at the beginning. When did you first notice the door?

AMANDA

The first time. Right, I probably should start with that. The first time was at a charity event at an art museum. I was there on a date - our second - the guy and me. The first didn't go great - but it wasn't terrible either - so I figured I'd invite him along with me. Only it was awful. Soon as we got there he ran up to the hor d'oeuvres and stuffed his face. Having a guy ignore you to graze on cocktail shrimp is... it's not attractive. Everyone was in the Impressionist wing. That's where the event was. So I slid myself under a velvet rope and took a stroll over to the Postmodern Contemporary Sculpture wing. It's my least favorite kind of art. I figured, "Why would anyone come here when they can spend the evening looking at real art?"

RYDER

I think you're being a little unfair. There's a few contemporary pieces I've seen that-

(interrupts self)

But you didn't call to talk art. Not the point of this call or show. Please - continue.

AMANDA

Right - so between this "sculpture" of a trashcan with the American flag in it and a robot standing in front of a tombstone that reads: RIP The Working Class - there's this black door. The Black Door.

RYDER

It's an art piece? Part of an exhibit?

AMANDA

That's what I thought - at first. The black door was the only thing in the room that didn't wear its subtext on its sleeve, so I went up to it. I wanted to figure out what the artist was communicating. I got close-

(interrupted)

RYDER

What about the door suggested the supernatural to you?

AMANDA

It just... drew me in. It felt like only a few seconds had passed - but this security guard shook me by the shoulder. Asked what I was doing there. I told him I was at the charity thing. He told me that ended hours ago. It was past two in the morning. My bad date and I, we'd gotten there - I don't know - around seven? I'd been staring at this black door for several hours.

RYDER

You experienced unexplained and mysterious passage of time? That's fantastic.

AMANDA

Why is that fantastic?

RYDER

Well it's not - I mean for you - but it's common across a multitude of sub-fields within the paranormal - from hauntings to alien abductions. So many possibilities...

AMANDA

Is it ever associated with black doors?

RYDER

I'm not sure. What did the guard say about the door?

AMANDA

The guard. I asked him about the artist responsible - who made the door - I thought it was a hypnotic sculpture or something? But he had no idea what I was talking about. He said he didn't see a door. Had never seen one there.

RYDER

It was invisible to him?

AMANDA

No. It vanished. I turned my attention away - to the guard - and when I looked back... it was gone. Disappeared.

A beat.

RYDER

A door that causes time lapses and can disappear? I can't explain it right now, but I'd be happy to research and get back to you on another night, Amanda. Would that be all right?

AMANDA

Doctor, I'm not done. That was just my first encounter. The black door - it's... following me.

A beat.

RYDER

Following you? How? Wait - hold that thought, Amanda. My producer is telling me we need to cut to our pre-recorded segment. I'm sorry, please stay on the line.

TODAY IN ODD AMERICA:

Eerie music plays in the background.

RYDER

On this day in Odd America we find ourselves in Moline, Illinois - the year 1938. After attending a community meeting at the First Methodist Church, the Dhondt family were never seen again. Husband and father Bryan spoke at that night's meeting. His wife Claire accompanied him, as did their only child - seven year old Sarah. Reports at the time stated the family walked home as they lived close to the church. Evidence suggests they arrived safely as daughter Sarah made a diary entry that very night - which noted nothing out of the ordinary. Sarah had played with her friends while her parents attended the meeting. They all went home in high spirits.

A beat.

RYDER

But the next morning, Bryan did not report to work at the John Deere factory. Claire missed her weekly Bible study. Sarah did not show up to school. Friends and family went to their home to learn the cause for their absences. Upon arrival, they found jack-o-lanterns in the bedrooms - two larger for the parents.

One smaller for the daughter. Each carved face made to resemble one of the Dhondts - Bryan, Claire, and Sarah. All contained burnt-out, melted candles.

A beat.

RYDER

The disappearance of the Dhondts is the first recorded case of the Jack-O-Lantern Murders - they're called murders - though this is a misnomer as no bodies have ever been recovered - only pumpkins carved to resemble the missing. Several cases every year have been reported across America since the Dhondts's disappearance. Who's committing these terrifying acts? Is it a singular entity or a coterie that's passed down this dark tradition over the years? And what's become of all the bodies? This is a wide and lonely country. They could be anywhere. And so - it remains a mystery.

A beat.

RYDER

This has been today in Odd America. Now back to our main show.

MUSIC FADES OUT.

ACT II

RYDER

All right, Amanda, we're back. Now, you were saying, the black door is following you?

AMANDA

I see it everywhere. Most places I go - the same door is... there.

RYDER

How do you know it's the same door? What does it look like? I mean, other than being black.

AMANDA

The doorknob's a dull, unassuming brass, I guess? The rest... The door itself it isn't wood or metal painted black. I don't know what it is, but it's darker. Like...

A beat.

AMANDA

Like the center of a black hole. Like the color of absence. It hurts to stare at. I could feel a strain in my eyes... and my chest at the museum... Not just then - every time I look at it, really.

RYDER

The color of absence? That reminds me of the Nietzsche quote, paraphrasing but, "Fight not with monsters lest you become one. And gaze not into the abyss, for when you do the abyss gazes into you."

AMANDA

That's exactly how it feels - when you stare at it - this black void is staring right back into you. Feeling your insides.

RYDER

And this door, that's the color of absence, is following you?

AMANDA

The black door's everywhere. My apartment building, work, the grocery store. Everywhere. But never in the same spot. One day it'll be next to the copy machine at work, then down the hall of my apartment building. The door's always moving. But always near me. Like a shark circling its next victim.

A beat.

AMANDA

I've asked others if they see the door - most the time it disappears after I ask... but sometimes... Sometimes a co-worker or someone - I'll ask them - and they will see it. They'll stop and stare at it - into it. I'll have to shake them - Force them to look away. Then... I'll ask about the door again. And they all say me the same thing: Open the door.

A beat.

AMANDA

Everyone who's seen the door tells me I need to open it. After they say that - the door disappears, and they forget. The worst time... The worst time my best friend at work. We were in the break room, alone, during our lunch and it appeared. Unannounced. Unwelcome - like always. I pointed to it - hoping it'd just disappear and we could keep talking about whatever Netflix show she'd watched last night. I think that's what we were talking about. Only...

A beat.

Before I could lower my hand, she dug her nails into my wrist. Her eyes were locked on the door. Her nails pierced so far into me - I bled. Not a little either. Before I knew it, there was red everywhere. The table. The floor. Her. I couldn't get her nails out of me - or get her to look away. She's one of my closest friends - I was a bridesmaid at her wedding, and... I had to throw her against the ground. To get her to stop. To get her to look away and let go. After I did... she gently released me, put her bloody hands on my face, and told me to open the door.

RYDER

(empathetic)

That's terrible.

I'm sure it was traumatic to go through.

(back to business)

You haven't opened the door though, right?

AMANDA

No. No. I haven't.

A beat.

AMANDA

Not yet, anyway. I guess that's why I really called. What would happen if I did open it? What's behind it? At the very least, if I opened it, even just a crack, would - would it stop following me? Do you know, Doctor?

RYDER

Amanda, under no condition should you open the door. I'll be honest - I have no idea what's on the other side. I've never heard of anything like this before. But from everything you've said - I can't imagine it's anything good. You agree with that, right?

Dead air.

RYDER

Amanda?

AMANDA

(disappointed)

Yes - I mean, I guess I do.

A beat.

AMANDA

I was really hoping you could help me, Doctor.

RYDER

Amanda, I can help. But you need to give me time to research. Promise me you won't open the door - won't touch it - won't go near it. We need to figure out what it is.

AMANDA

Yes. Yes I promise not to open the black door.

A beat.

AMANDA

For now.

Her phone disconnects.

RYDER

Amanda?

A beat.

RYDER

I believe she hung up. Well if you're still listening, Amanda. Stay strong. I'll get back to you as soon as I can. But that's all the time we have for now. Remember - if you are bothered by anything supernatural or unexplainable - please give me a call - next time on A Voice From Darkness.

OUTRO MUSIC

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sugar-petals · 6 years ago

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myg reaction | you dress for halloween

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crack, domestic au

warning: spooky, yoongi looks good, faulty DIY costumes

“Be petrified.”

Yoongi, clad in whatever corny rags his wardrobe could offer, can only blink five times in a solid row looking up from his laptop. At this point, anything could happen and he’s well aware. Who has a girlfriend this notorious and bizarre; even someone as scandal-hungry as Park Jimin would end up turning a hulky shade of envy. Talk about green: After what feels like an hour of vain prep that was actually just twenty minutes, you emerge from the bathroom clicking your sordid grimy nails, earning the dumbfounded attention from the rotten mummy that is your boyfriend. He looks petrified indeed peeking through the ligature of his costume like a wet poodle. There’s just one thing he can state in his horror and that is the obvious.

“You’re Medusa!”

Says the guy fresh out of the tomb looking all dusty. But you’re unimpressed.

“Too late. Ya looked at it.”

Hoping he had read how the ole story goes or he might as well just google it. The makeshift wire slash fabric installation meant to be your serpent hair is surprisingly bearable to the touch. You fling it around for him to peer at further and, once hypnotized by the slimy flare of snakes, Yoongi in his bandages and painted five o’clock shadows fake collapses on the floor. Time to strut forward and let the cape — Edna Mode would hate this so much — around your shoulders glisten bright with every step. Mother has arrived and she’s... creepy. It looks like you straight-up murdered a horde of crocodiles but it’s actually faux fabric for three dollars, tailor-made with deadly skill i.e. a DIY rubber band. All phony glamour. Just like Yoongi in his improvised moldy gimp rolling on the ground.

Which already threatens to detangle his costume before he can even leave the house to get to Jin’s party (where Namjoon is rumored to show up as Papa Emeritus III but in a sleeveless top). But maybe it contributes to his sexy-messy 3500-year-old complexion so whatever. Mummies are supposed to be this rugged. Although: Thank Goddess it’s not that historically accurate, otherwise Yoongi would have to use a special perfume to radiate a certain musty stench much like you would require a bit more Gorgon anxiety of mirrors. So that’s that. A perfect couple in fancy dresses ready to hit the dance floor, only to break it down with some ancient rusty moves. It’s 7:30 PM and Jin is probably serving a pumpkin soup already while Papa Namjoonius III has knocked over a bogus cauldron trying to impersonate Hobi.

“What’s that, Medusa’s victims are supposed to stay still!” you pick Yoongi up by one arm. “Come on, you old ass baby. Let’s go.”

He did not read the story. As expected from a crusty corpse, he just knows the basics and the rest of his pudding brain was left in a mausoleum. Yeah, he looks good though. The turning to stone hair thing you have to practice a couple times and it’ll be okay for demonstration purposes and making Jin laugh. But the pumpkin soup is getting cold and the traffic is so bad and Edna Mode hates this cape and Yoongi makes you strangely horny at the sight of his raunchy makeup that is surprisingly well done. Maybe Namjoon knows the term for that. Yoongi might actually be naked under those rags because he doesn’t care. Now you gotta get in the freezing car without your clueless neighbors calling the police. “Help! I’d like to report a reptile lady and a walking carcass with a nice jawline!” Is there still time for a quickie on the backseat? It’s gonna be a very long evening.

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carmenlire · 6 years ago

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White Blank Page Ch. 1

Lovely moodboard courtesy of @kindaresilient!!!!!

read on ao3

Okay, maybe he’s a little lost.

Magnus looks at the app on his phone, screen mockingly cheerful as it declares that he’s reached his destination. He ignores the constant stream of notifications from incoming emails and calendar alerts, focusing instead on the miniature map where his location is marked with a star.

He looks up but only sees a bookstore where the restaurant supposedly sits. Ragnor is going to kill him. They have a standing lunch date every Thursday afternoon and Ragnor was nothing if not punctual. Magnus can hear the sarcasm from here.

Did the weight of your ego slow you down?

If I didn’t know better, I’d think you had higher priorities than me.

Rolling his eyes, Magnus does a quick scan of the block but doesn’t see anything that looks like a trendy Mediterranean restaurant. He debates on what to do before sighing and reaching for the door to the bookstore. Maybe an employee will be able to help him.

He takes a minute to look at the exterior of the shop and likes what he sees. It’s October and the window display has autumn-themed cookbooks out intermingled with Halloween decorations, including painted pumpkins and a witch's hat. It’s cute, cheerful yet practical, with a touch of casual elegance.

The door is black with a frosted glass window. Etched into glass is the name of the store.

Lightwood Books. Est. 2016.

The font is reminiscent of some bygone era, all curlicues and cursive. When Magnus swings the door open, a little bell chimes and he sees the same streak of whimsy and understated elegance as he takes in the rest of the bookstore.

It’s two stories and the first floor is done in the same dark tones as the outside. The walls are bookshelves from floor to ceiling, done in dark teak wood. The room is cluttered-- not cramped but there are several display tables ranging from books on special topics to book related gifts to more Halloween decor.

It’s lively yet muted, the perfect balance that invites the customer to browse or settle in with a book and a hot chocolate.

Magnus smiles as he sees another painted pumpkin in a rainbow of colors. It’s homey and comfortable but with a modern twist. Magnus already wishes he had the time to browse more thoroughly.

He doesn’t see another person. Taking a few steps inside, the door shuts behind him.

“Hello,” he calls out into the warm silence of the store.

There’s no answer and Magnus is intrigued. It’s obviously a well-kept store. The stock is in perfect condition and it’s furnished with care. Curious, he ventures further into the store. Unable to help himself, he strolls through the first floor. It looks like a mix of adult fiction and nonfiction. He falls in love with the color scheme even more as it provides a perfect contrast to the bright spines and colorful covers of the books themselves.

He sees the latest thriller from an author he adores and can’t help but pick it up. He might be a few minutes late, but hopefully Ragnor will calm down when he sees the book in his hand.

Distantly, he quiets the voice that insists he keep a strict schedule. Surely, a few minutes won’t hurt.

He sees a staircase that was hidden from the front door and with an inward shrug, starts climbing. He’s a little surprised that the stairs don’t creak and can’t decide if that’s disappointing or not.

The second floor is a burst of color. There’s a little café with a delightfully handwritten menu done in chalk. The pastries look divine and Magnus is sorely tempted to order a latte.

He doesn’t though; instead, he turns his back on the coffee and sees the children’s section. It’s bright and fun with bookshelves in every color, height appropriate for the kids. There’s a huge rug in the center of the area and it’s lined with baskets of toys on one edge.

Magnus barely notices the rest of the area as his gaze lands on a broad back. The man looks to be doing inventory, if the boxes and clipboard are any indication, and he looks great from the rear. Magnus can see a tall frame and dark hair and jeans hugging a truly lovely ass.

Clearing his throat, Magnus smiles as the man turns around and-- Christ. The man is an Adonis. His hair is messy, black locks framing a face that looks sculpted from granite. He’s wearing a black sweater with the sleeves shoves up to the elbows and he looks at Magnus with a little smile, warm and inviting with a hint of tempered curiosity.

“Can I help you?”

Magnus can’t help but give him another once over as he starts, “I hope so, darling. I was supposed to meet a friend at Adega but the GPS dumped me out here-- though, obviously, this is a charming bookstore and not a Mediterranean restaurant.”

That smile grows into a grin as the man chuckles. “That happens more than you’d think. Our street addresses are only one number apart and a lot of people turn up here looking for tapas.” He points in a general direction. “You actually want the street next over.”

Magnus laughs a little. “Well, it’s nice to know I’m not the only one who’s made that mistake.”

“I don’t mind,” the man says, eyes dropping to the book in Magnus’s hand. “Especially when it gets me more business.”

Holding the book up, Magnus waves it a little. “I saw this when I was looking for someone and couldn’t resist. She’s one of my favorite authors and I haven’t had the chance to read this one yet.”

He follows the man as he heads towards the stairs, appreciating the view as they start back down the the first floor. He’s only broken out of his reverie by the man throwing a sheepish question over his shoulder.

“You weren’t waiting long, were you? I’m sorry no one was down here when you came in. I hope it wasn’t too much of an inconvenience to come upstairs-- there’s usually a lull around this time and my staff are on lunch.”

Waving the apologetic tone away, Magnus follows him as they make their way to the register. He stops in front of the antique desk that’s been retrofitted as the man moves to the other side. Laying the book down between them, Magnus looks up, tilts his head, considering.

“Not at all,” he says easily. “I’m fond of independent bookstores and it’s always a treat to find something new. I’m a big fan of unexpected surprises.”

He’s treated to that warm, slightly breathless laugh again as he hands over his credit card. “In that case, thank you for your patronage.”

Raising a brow-- both at the quip and at his ratcheting interest-- Magnus replies, “You’re more than welcome. . .” he trails off, inviting the stranger to share his name after seeing no nametag.

“Alec,” the man says, arching his own brow at Magnus’s forwardness.

“Alec,” Magnus repeats, savoring the syllables. “Short for Alexander?”

With a droll look, Alec says, “Yeah but no one calls me that.”

“What a shame,” Magnus murmurs, accepting the bag Alec slides to his side of the counter. It looks sturdy in a rich navy blue, the name of the store and date of establishment in the same swirling script in a bright yet understated silver.

He’s signing his name with a bit more flair than usual when Alec asks, “So, I take it you’re a big reader?”

“Oh, I love to read,” Magnus replies airily. “My mother used to take me to our local bookstore on the weekends when I was a child and I try to read a book a week for pleasure. Doesn’t always work out, but that’s the goal,” he ends with a resigned shrug.

Leaning a hip against the counter, Alec smiles at him. It’s easy, a current of warmth through it, though it’s the least bit shy. The combination has Magnus enthralled.

“Well, I hope to see you again sometime.”

Magnus picks up the bag, taking a step backwards to the door. His eyes run over Alec one more time before their eyes meet and he winks.

“Oh, I think I might turn out to be a regular customer, Alexander.”

He turns on his heel but not before he sees the start of an absolutely adorable blush on Alec’s face. He walks out without a backwards glance. Once he’s on the sidewalk, he throws a cursory look to both sides of the street before crossing.

He walks a block over and as soon as he turns the corner, he sees the restaurant. Checking his watch, he’s relieved to see that he’s less than ten minutes late. Hopefully, Ragnor won’t be too insufferable about it.

He walks in, bypassing the hostess. It’s late for lunch and the place is mostly empty. Ragnor is easily visible at a table, reading over the menu. As Magnus approaches him, Ragnor doesn’t look up.

“Had I known how cavalierly you were going to treat our lunches, I never would have agreed to meet,” Ragnor says, still refusing to acknowledge Magnus.

Rolling his eyes, Magnus slides the chair across from him out, relaxing against it as he sets his purchase neatly on the floor.

“I should have known,” Ragnor says, turning his menu over. “I’m no competition for a shopping spree.”

Magnus picks up his own menu, looking over the drinks as he absently replies, “Oh, shut it. Google Maps failed me and I ended up at this charming little bookstore. I had to ask an employee for help and bought a book. You’re lucky I showed up at all after being helped by Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome incarnate.”

“Thirsting after bookworms, are we?”

Magnus sighs, a little dreamily, as he reads the day’s specials. “You know I love an intelligent man. I bet Alexander could hold his own.”

At that, Ragnor looks up. “Alexander? Alec?”

Magnus looks up to, sees Ragnor looking a mix of surprised and confused. “Yes? I take it you know him?”

“Of course I know him. We went to law school together. He graduated at the top of the class and, from what I hear, was a shark in the courtroom for a few years. He was on the fast track to make partner at his parents’ firm, surpassing everyone’s expectations. Then all of a sudden, he left his cozy corner office and opened a little bookstore in Brooklyn. I can’t believe you coincidentally ended up in his shop.”

Magnus holds up a hand, processing the fount of information he’s just been given. “You’re telling me that the man who just blushed at my almost appallingly obvious flirting was a Lightwood? Of the New York Lightwoods? The heir to one of the oldest families in the state?”

“What else would you think when you saw Lightwood Books emblazoned on the storefront?” Ragnor’s voice is dry as seven hells and twice as incredulous.

“How was I to know that golden boy had abandoned his family’s wealth and influence to open a cozy little neighborhood bookstore?”

“It’s just one of those things you know, Bane,” Ragnor says, voice scathing. “You run in similarly elevated circles. It was hot gossip when it happened.”

Magnus shrugs at that. “You know I barely slept a few years ago. That was when my company started taking off and every waking thought was centered on not filing bankruptcy.”

“You have assistants for these kinds of things,” Ragnor says.

Magnus doesn’t deign to reply and the waitress comes over in the next second to take their orders. They pass a lovely hour in the fall afternoon. More than once, Magnus catches himself staring out the window, watching colorful leaves rustle in the breeze.

It’s not often that he has these pockets of time to just be himself. He has a multi-million dollar business that requires constant love and attention. He’s pulled in a dozen directions at any given moment and sometimes he thinks that all he does is eat, sleep, and drink his company. He’s always Bane, CEO, instead of simply Magnus.

He has family dinners on Sundays, though. He has these weekly lunches with Ragnor or Raphael. Today, he had a handful of minutes with an intriguing stranger. He wasn’t thinking about stocks or advertising or his never-ending email queue with Alec. No, Lightwood Books had let his mind calm. There’d been nothing to think about except the quiet, cozy charm of the store and the laid-back mystery of its apparent owner.

Magnus settles back in his chair as the waitress sets down dessert. Distantly, he knows that he’ll be visiting Lightwood Books again very soon.

#a chaptered fic!#this was originally a oneshot with a goal of 5k #but I like the thought of having a few chapters #this is super light hearted and low stakes #just a fall inspired fic #because it's the best season #and i live for cozy malec #white blank page #my writing #malec fic #I now imagine this as about 10k #short and sweet

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hannahhostofheaven · 6 years ago

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Shadows of the past Chapter three

Characters: Castiel, Hannah, Dean, Sam, Jo Harvelle, Eileen Leahy, Gabriel, Charlie, Jack, Claire, and Kaia. So a very full cast!

Pairings: Castiel/Hannah, Sam/Gabriel/Eileen, Dean/Jo and Jo/Charlie, Claire/Kaia

Rating: at the moment, I’d say T. But there will be some medium grade smut, and I don’t know what trigger warnings might come up but you might as well assume dark themes, torture, gore, assault, and who knows what else.

Summery: Sam and Dean arrive at an abandoned Men of Letters bunker deep in the forests of Maine. Naming this their new headquarters, the brothers, Castiel, Hannah, Jo, Charlie, and many of their family decide to put down roots. But things aren’t all they appear to be. When one after one, women in the village start becoming pregnant, including Hannah, Jo, and Eileen, the hunters begin to suspect something sinister. At the same time, Hannah is being haunted by the memory of past lives she knows nothing about and a mysterious little girl that no one else seems to be able to see appears to be following her around. From Jo and Eileen’s deep dark secrets to Gabriel’s abusive affair with Loki to Claire’s angsty teen attitude, everyone is wound up in a web of scandals, deceit, secrets, and treachery.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

“Why pumpkins?” Jack asked as he glanced around at all the activities as the three of them approached the entrance to the pumpkin patch. “Well I consulted the google for appropriate Halloween related activities,” Castiel explained as he and Hannah came to a stop at the ticket booth. “Visiting a pumpkin patch is a significant ritual. We have to journey through the corn maze, eat nutritionally deficient but seasonal foods, ride the carriage, and at the conclusion, we must select some pumpkins to take home so we can carve them into faces to frighten young children on Halloween.” Hannah mimicked the confused look on Jack’s face as the Nephilim cocked his head to one side. Both looked at Castiel for clarification as the angel glanced up from reading the list off of his phone. Castiel smiled as he noticed the two of them looking at him like confused lost birds.

“I don’t understand how consuming nutritionally deficient foods is necessary for this activity, Castiel,” Hannah spoke up, trying to wrap her mind around yet another strange human concept. “And wouldn’t frightening the children cause a traumatic reaction?”

“I’ll show you both,” Castiel assured them, a soft smile spreading across his face as he took Hannah’s hand and ushered her towards the ticket booth while Jack looked on. “Three tickets please,” Hannah told the ticket booth attendant. The woman glanced at the three of them, eyes lingering slightly on Jack, who seemed preoccupied with the activities going on just beyond the gate. “How old is he?” the woman asked as Hannah handed her some cash. “He just turned one,” Castiel explained, proudly. Hannah glanced at him as he received a dumbfounded look from the woman. Now it was Castiel’s turn to be confused. “Was… that not the correct answer?”

“Well… he looks a little big for his age,” the women replied, glancing at Nephilim who stepped closer, trying to understand the reason of her confusion.

“Oh I grow fast,” Jack insisted. “Dean said it’s because I eat my wheaties.”

“Right…” the woman seemed skeptical but she reluctantly handed them the tickets and moments later, they were through the gate and immersed in a labyrinth of tables and booths with vendors selling everything from food to artisan crafts. The ground beneath them was sprinkled heavily with hay and straw and just beyond the crowd of vendors was a twisted thicket of pumpkins. People wandered around, young children bounded about in their thick jackets, laughing and socializing about. As Hannah strode through the crowd with Castiel, she had to smile to herself at the look of wonder on Jack’s face as he took everything in. “Look at this place!” Jack exclaimed enthusiastically as he walked up ahead of them. “I want to see everything, can we please see everything, Castiel?” “Of course,” Castiel replied pleasantly as walked hand in hand with Hannah. “Just don’t get too far ahead of us, we don’t want you to get lost.” Hannah found herself feeling a little protective of the young Nephilim; her eyes watched his every move as he bounded about ahead of them, while the two of them tried to absorb the atmosphere of the pumpkin patch as well.

“Should we tell him?” Castiel asked suddenly as they walked together. Hannah glanced at him with a frown. She knew what he was talking about. She knew Jack and Claire had both been suspicious when she had spent the morning being sick. “How do you think he will take the news?” she wanted to know, eyes darting about the area. “Better than Claire will, I assure you,” Castiel warned. Hannah sighed. The still had a few people to tell about this pregnancy. Jack, Claire, the Winchesters. Castiel assured Hannah he would take care of the Winchesters himself, which left only Jack and Claire to worry about. Hannah did not doubt that Claire would react negatively. The girl had made it clear she was opposed to Hannah having anything to do with Castiel. Hannah had tried her best to stay out of the girl’s way, to let Castiel take care of caring for her, but Claire was determined to drive Hannah away, and this would solidify her relationship with the only father Claire had. “We’ll tell him today,” Hannah replied just as Jack rushed over to them with a big grin on his face. “I’d like my face painted,” he declared, pointing to a booth where a line of children had formed in front of a woman who was busy painting their faces. Castiel dug out a few dollars and handed them to the Nephilim who took them eagerly and hurried to join the line. He was easily the oldest looking child in line, and a few of them gave him some quizzical glances. Hannah frowned as she and Castiel stood nearby to watch. Human children had a hard time figuring Jack out. He was a conundrum. A one-year-old who should still be wearing diapers, but with the body of a teenager and the intellectual capacity of the angelic being that he was. As they waited, Hannah happened to glance towards a small popcorn stand and caught sight of something else out of place. There, standing beside the wooden building, stood a young child. Children abounded about her, so it wasn’t her presence so much as her appearance. And the way she stared at Hannah, her blue eyes unblinking as if trying to pierce through the angel’s very soul- that is, if the angel had a soul. The girl seemed to be about five, her dark brown hair woven into large, thick ringlets and pulled back with a bonnet. Her thick red wool dress looked out of style compared to the other humans around her. If Hannah knew anything about human history, she might have placed this girl’s clothes and hairstyle as being from some time in the late 17th century. “I suppose Jack isn’t the only one who is out of place here,” Hannah murmured to herself, not taking her eyes off the girl. “She looks out of place as well.” “Who?” Castiel’s voice cut through Hannah’s interest in the girl and the angel turned to look at his deep blue eyes. Those eyes… they were similar to… Hannah glanced back only to find that the girl was gone. She squinted in confusion. “Nothing,” Hannah said quickly. “It was my imagination, I suppose.” Castiel regarded her with concern but was distracted when Jack returned at that moment, beaming ear to ear as he donned a large red dragon painted on the side of his face. “Quite fierce,” Castiel commented. “Come on Jack, let’s get something to eat, Hannah and I have something to share with you.” “What shall we eat?” Jack wondered, glancing at all the food vendors. He narrowed in on a booth selling cotton candy, sugar cookies, and hot cocoa. “Could we have that?” Moments later, the three of them sat on a picnic table, and Jack happily nibbled on his tray piled high of various types of cookies. Hannah had to smile as she watched the Nephilim eat his way through his lunch of sugar and dough. “I am uncertain if Nephilim requires the same nutritional needs as humans,” Castiel said. “So you must eat a healthy dinner tonight to compensate for this.” Hannah took a breath as the moment approached. “Jack there is something we need to tell you,” she began carefully. The Nephilim looked up from his meal with alarm as he studied both of their faces, noting the seriousness in their expressions. “What is it?” he wondered. “Is everything alright? Is someone ill?” “No one is ill,” Castiel began. “But it seems that Hannah and I will be expecting a baby.” Jack blinked, puzzled as he received the news. He squinted at them both. “Expecting one?” he wanted to know. “Is it being delivered by mail? I’m… not sure I understand.” “No,” Hannah explained, glancing at Castiel as she realized the Nephilim had no idea what they were talking about. Hannah could see how this conversation was going to take a turn for awkward and she wasn’t sure she understood what they had just walked into. Castiel cleared his throat, considering his next words. “Jack, er… Hannah is having the baby. It’s inside of her. Like you were inside of your mother at one point. Do you understand?” Jack’s gaze shifted to Hannah, his eyes scanning her as if trying to discern where exactly the baby might be. Hannah frowned as she realized what the Nephilim’s next question would be. “I remember being inside my mother,” He admitted. “But I don’t quite know how I got there. How did you get the baby inside of you, Hannah? Was it sex? Because some kids at school have suggested that-” “Uh, perhaps we will answer that question a little later,” Hannah stammered quickly, blushing bright red as she glanced at Castiel for help. “But the baby is growing inside of me, according to the doctor, it will be born sometime in May or June.” “I will be the baby’s brother? Like Sam and Dean?” Jack asked a hopeful note in the tone of his voice. Hannah nodded, relief flooding through her as Jack seemed excited about the news. “Yes,” she said. “You and Claire will be the baby’s older siblings.” Jack frowned. “Claire will not be happy,” he pointed out. “I don’t think she will like hearing about this.” “There are a few people we still have to tell, so you have to keep this to yourself for a while,” Castiel explained. “Don’t tell anyone.” The Nephilim nodded. Hannah smiled, daring to allow herself to feel excitement for the first time over this pregnancy. She dared to hope that this was something she could look forward to, that she could be happy about. In the back of her mind she worried about the possibilities, would she even be able to survive, would heaven approve, what would Michael do? So many concerns still haunted her thoughts. But for now, she was happy. She never thought she could be satisfied living on Earth. It was the last place she ever wanted to be before she met Castiel. She never knew there could be happiness outside of heaven, but here she was with a family, with friends, with a life, people who cared about her. Maybe this was what humans treasured so much. They spent the rest of the day enjoying the pumpkin patch before Jack selected a number of pumpkins to take home and carve. As Castiel lugged an armful of pumpkins to the car, Jack talking excitedly about having a baby brother or sister, about how he was going to carve pumpkins, about how he had been learning things at school, Hannah thought surely this was bliss. If only it could stay that way.

#supernatural #fan fiction #Castiel/Hannah #Jack Kline #pumpkin patch #fluff

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stageonmay · 6 years ago

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PERFORMANCE ROUND: MAY’S LAMENT

Pokemon:

Blaziken: Fire Spin, Sky Uppercut, Brave Bird, Blaze Kick

Beautifly: Silver Wind, Morning Sun, Psychic, Aerial Ace

Venusaur: Vine Whip, Petal Dance, Solar Beam

Shinx: Wild Charge, Double Team, Scary Face

Music:

Jack’s Lament – Vitamin String Quartet

Outfit Reference:

By Whitley ( @imbicilite )

Word Count:

Without Intro: 2205

With Intro: 2645

Notes:

Every use of/reference to a move is Bolded. The first time a move is referenced in a combo it is BOLDED AND ALL-CAPS.

Click here to read on Google Docs.

Tagging: @allhalllows && @heartists

introduction

“I wanted you guys to know…”

May smiled, pausing in her speech as she focused on putting the last touches on Venusaur’s giant leaves. He was so tall to her; even on her tiptoes she was stretching, and for a second she almost forgot she was talking. “...There!” Dusting off her hands, May took a proud look at Venusaur. He really did look the part!

“Anyway, I wanted you guys to know that no matter what happens today? I’m really grateful I got to experience all of this with you!”

Her smile relaxed, a little bit contemplative and every bit sentimental. It was easy to get drawn into the big orange gourd Venusaur had been painted into. His leaves and plant were now entirely green--as close to a pumpkin as she’d probably ever see a Pokemon be without stitching. But as proud as she was at who seemed to be the star, May made sure to catch every one of their eyes. Blaziken stood firm, his body now greyed and looking so convincingly like stone after all of the speckling that she had surprised even herself. He was making a fantastic gargoyle, especially with the added wings. Shinx was just too cute for words--easily the simplest to paint, since he was pretty much just in all white except for the yellow tip of his tail that she had painted red. And Beautifly. Unlike their last performance, the detailed stitching and patches of blue, pink, and yellow May had filled in her natural pattern with made her definitely look like the counterpart to May’s skeletal outfit. She really was gorgeous with just a touch of creepy, and yeah--maybe she wouldn’t get more bonus points this time, but she was proud of their work. This performance, she was sure of it, would stand on its own.

“Seriously, it’s been so fun learning new things with you all. I know I’ve been distracted by all of the stuff going on backstage, but in a few minutes, it’ll be just us. Just like what we know and love best, right?”

The team, all four of them, clearly agreed--piping up vocally and even bouncing in excitement as they awaited their cue. So May couldn’t help but smile--couldn’t help allowing her insecurities to take a backseat for a little while. Besides, she couldn’t call herself the trainer if she was doing all of the freaking out--even if it was a little in-character for being sort of a girly Jack Skellington.

“Alright, then,” she breathed, pulling a smile onto her painted face. The backstage lights were flashing. It was finally their turn. “Let’s go have some fun!”

performance

To the audience, it may have seemed very much that May was reprising her first performance. The stage was dark, and were it not for the fact that white practically glowed anyway, all four of them would’ve been totally enveloped by the unlit stage. For now though, only the slight wagging of Shinx’s mostly-white body, the skeleton hands that seemed to float in the air, and bits of May’s white makeup could be made out. Everything else--the twelve piles of PETALS that circled most of the cast; the fact that Blaziken stood a few paces behind the rest of the team; even the iconic white pinstripes of May’s long-tailed crop top were hidden from the audience.

And so their stage was set, and the performers waited for their music to begin.

Although May had chosen an instrumental cover, she knew that the four opening notes of Jack’s Lament would be instantly recognizable to much of the crowd. And it was hardly her intent to keep the connection between piece in performance a massive secret. As measures began to pass them by, Blaziken took carefully practiced leaps between the piles of flowers that Venusaur had laid out prior to their performance. With every BLAZE KICK inflamed step, a pile of stilled Petal Dance was set to flame, lighting up the stage and, with the assistance of the stage lighting itself, revealing the performers.

But May, her Zero, her pumpkin and her Sally would not begin to move until a silence fell onto the stage. As Beautifly took perch on May’s head, Venusaur, with practiced timing, lowered the vines from his VINE WHIP to May’s level, allowing her to hold each Vine as if they were a hand.

The motions were gentle, allowing May to flow right into the easy bowing of the first verse of the song. Venusaur may not have been moving much, but his Vine Whip was guiding May’s waltz as though he were any other lead dancer. Not that they were starting off with anything too fancy. Yes, May’s thick tulle skirt flared as she twirled, and the tails of her coat fluttered when they picked up speed, but if she were to move too quickly, Beautifly’s carefully timed flaps of her wings would go unnoticed, and May would never try to upstage her princess.

Of course, simplicity could only stay interesting for so long. Two plucks of the strings popped over the music, and Venusaur gently lifted May off of the ground; her Shinx, who had been faithfully following her along, jumping into the air as though to try to reach her and, in particular, the fluttering Beautifly who was now using the glow of her PSYCHIC attack to highlight the wings that adorned May’s head.

And so a rise and fall seemed to happen. As the music repeated itself, so did May and her Pokemon, starting off slow and low to the ground, picking up into the air when the music did the same.

This phrase, though, would not end on the exact same note. Shinx, excited for his turn in the spotlight, built up a spark around its body, soon becoming so encased in the yellow glow of WILD CHARGE that merely his silhouette remained visible to the naked eye. And yet he would only Charge upstage a few paces, stopping dead in his tracks to throw a SCARY FACE towards the crowd, instead. Blaziken too, who had waited patiently for another time to shine, charged forward alongside Shinx, blowing a controlled FIRE SPIN right at the Scary Face that Shinx had created.

On its own, the flame attack was plenty poised to disintegrate Scary Face and blow right into the crowd. But Beautifly would launch off of May’s head, catching both moves with PSYCHIC instead.

The power of the move spoke for itself. Scary Face and Fire Spin alike were both aglow in magenta, the mouth Shinx had created opening wider to make room for the fire Blaziken had provided to fill it. The face was no longer just Scary; it posed a warm threat to the front row and, seemingly, to May herself, who had become hidden (along with Shinx and Venusaur) behind the suspended display.

May, though, would be fine. With a wave of her hand, and Venusaur’s well-placed moan, she stepped through the now-parting flames, untouched on the strength of Beautifly’s control alone. Still though, Beautifly was only one Pokemon, and May hardly expected her to hold onto the two moves forever. Once she was safely through, May threw her gloved hand into the air, signifying to Beautifly that it was time to move forward. And it was clear, this time, that Beautifly was putting all of her might into the Psychic attack. Her fluttering cry could be heard over the music as teeth and flame alike crunched into each other; a somewhat crude display of the mouth eating the flames that was immediately compressed until the three moves exploded into harmless sparkles.

And with that first big display passed, May allowed herself to exhale. Blaziken would offer her a hand as Venusaur offered her a VINE, and she would gladly accept both, allowing the two to guide her up to the top of Venusaur’s head. (A display that might have been boring on its own had Shinx not been circling them with WILD CHARGE again. And although Beautifly would now perch on May’s head once more, she was far from done with her part in the performance.

Again, Beautifly was putting PSYCHIC to good use. This time though, it was clear the task was less work; her voice chanting in sing-song along to the music as she lifted the very electricity off of Shinx’s back and created a simple circle with it in the air behind May and Venusaur. And now that the stencil was set, Beautifly lifted off of May’s head to fill the circle with the light of MORNING SUN; perhaps an ironic choice for a Halloween-themed performance, but the perfect one to fill their shining moon with appropriately pale yellow light.

So now, May was perfectly poised to make her announcement--to sing along to the song that she was ‘The Pumpkin King’ in her native tongue, extending her arms on each exact beat. But, if she knew one thing about anything ever, it was never to boast for too long.

Ever trusting, May leaned back into Blaziken’s arms. He had been standing, spotting, ready to catch her; and now it was time to actually do so--to twirl her gently before setting her back onto solid ground. Soon, say for the butterfly hovering over May’s head, everyone was in a straight line again.

Now, finally, it was time to show the world that Beautifly was more than just the Pokemon that made things float. Shinx, whose voice began to echo several times across the auditorium, used DOUBLE TEAM to launch many copies of himself into the air. And Beautifly, not once losing focus of the prop she was responsible for, dodged each duplicate with seeming ease, careful not to destroy a single one.

No, destroying the duplicates was Venusaur’s job, and much like Beautifly, Venusaur was finally getting to show off what it could do with its VINE WHIP. Now he actually used it as an attack, skillfully popping duplicates without so much as grazing Beautifly.

Yet despite the more aggressive show above them, May and Blaziken simply waltzed. No fancy flaming steps, no throwing into the air or secondary attacks--just a waltz, May and her very first Pokemon, an appropriate moment for just the two of them even if no one else would get it.

Above them though, the duplicates were quickly dwindling. It was when they were down to the last few Shinx copies that May and Blaziken parted, allowing Blaziken to launch himself into the air, fist extended to SKY UPPERCUT the ring of electricity into nothing but fizzling pops. Shinx--the real Shinx--fell into May’s arms just as his attack disappeared into the air, an easy trust fall for a Pokemon as young and hyper as this one.

Although that drop was apparently easy, May was coming up in the most nerve-wracking parts of their performance. Arms hugging tightly around Shinx, May performed her own trust fall into Venusaur’s vines, the two VINE WHIPs showing surprising strength as they easily caught the pair. With the help of Beautifly’s shining SILVER WIND, Venusaur flipped the pair almost as high into the air as his vines (and the stage) would allow, ensuring the audience that the show was hardly over.

May, for as many times as she had practiced this, could feel her heart trying to burst out of her ribcage. If she didn’t have Shinx for this part, she wasn’t sure how she would’ve done it--she was up SO HIGH! But Shinx’s bubbly laughter helped May remember the fun things about this part of the performance, like dipping Shinx and seeing his wide, toothy smile, or hearing the way he chuckled his name when she tossed him even higher into the air. (Blaziken, once again, was ready to spot them, cleverly disguising his precaution by circling Venusaur with a simple display of his BRAVE BIRD attack that really showed off those wing-props of his.)

Finally, after having tossed and caught Shinx a couple of times, May hugged him close again; a quick goodbye before she threw him seemingly at nothing towards center stage.

If May didn’t one-thousand-percent trust that Beautifly was going to catch him with her PSYCHIC, she never could have done such a thing. But Shinx was hardly allowed to fall, and he pawed at the air in amusement as he cause caught by the purple light of Beautifly’s attack. Usually, someone would use Psychic to stop someone in their tracks and then throw them around a bit to do damage. But today, Beautifly and Shinx danced in the sky like partners, May taking the backseat by simply gesturing to the happy dancers. Who said Sally only got to dance with Jack, anyway?

But the more the two danced, the closer, May knew, she was getting to her stunt. Maybe people knew the song really well. Maybe they knew that around this time, Jack started singing about how no one could scream like he could, and so it made sense that Venusaur loosened his Vines and let May ‘free fall’ back towards earth--Maybe it made sense that May’s own scream shook the stage.

But if the audience didn’t know that--and there were probably plenty who didn’t--the girl probably seemed like she had lost her mind. Because the music briefly paused, allowing her scream to echo a bit over nothing and give people some time to process what they had just seen--to wonder if she was okay.

Of course May was okay, though. It may not have been her favorite stunt in the world, but Venusaur would never drop her, and the fact that she was draped across his head now was entirely for show.

But May couldn’t leave them in suspense for too long. She could barely leave herself in suspense. Her arms were still working, right? She hadn’t passed out or anything? No, the fact that she stood up (with a bit of Blaziken’s help) and managed to make her cue of drawing a smile in the air with her hands proved pretty definitively that she wasn’t harmed--she hoped.

At least, if nothing else, they were headed to the big finale. And May loved the big finale--everybody really started working together here. Venusaur, knowing it would take time, began to charge SOLAR BEAM. Shinx, ready to make a new show out of an old trick, began to charge up his WILD CHARGE. And as soon as Solar Beam was released, Blaziken and Beautifly would get the chance to show off their aerial skills. Beautifly, truly the master multi-tasker of this performance, took off with AERIAL ACE, using PSYCHIC to drag a trail of electricity along behind her. Opposing her, Blaziken launched another SKY UPPERCUT, this time lighting his feet with BLAZE KICK to leave a flaming trail of his own. Together, they wove around the pillar of light that Solar Beam had created, clearly headed for the same point as the original Beam of light began to fade out.

As the two reached the top, May picked up Shinx so they could enjoy the show together. Beautifly, making great use of the electricity she had borrowed from her partner, used Psychic to push the sparks into the air above her. And Blaziken, showing off what he did best, angled himself to Kick the ball of electricity dead in the center, capping off their piece with the kind of flashy display of faux-fireworks that were signature to these kinds of shows.

Finally, the music was starting to dwindle into the kind of whisper it had opened with. The two airborne Pokemon touched down, and as the music died out, May gestured to her team, effectively timing them for their bow.

That was it--they were done. Everything now was up to the judge and the audience. But May could safely say this about her performance: they really did have fun.

#allhallows2k18 #allhallows2k18freestyle #long post #-puts most of it under a readmore-#-it's still long-#☙❀❧⎬i'm holding onto this forever! ❀ ⌠saved⌡

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