#Between Ovi and Cass

[easily-distracted-by-fandom]

Hey look it’s a blood mage

i feel something is wrong with it

plz help idk what

also her name is Cass and she’s the love interest of betrothed in blood

[danielfuckingricciardo]

Because I’m in the Eurovision mood I thought I’d share my favourite song from each country (past and present!)

1. Albania 🇦🇱

2022 - Sekret // Ronela Hajati

2. Andorra 🇦🇩

2006 - Sense Tu // Jennifer

3. Armenia 🇦🇲

2014 - Not Alone // Aram MP3

4. Australia 🇦🇺

2015 - Tonight Again // Guy Sebastian

5. Austria 🇦🇹

2014 - Rise Like a Phoenix // Conchita Wurst

(This song makes me feel emotions every time damn it!)

6. Azerbaijan 🇦🇿

2021 - Mata Hari // Efendi

7. Belarus 🇧🇾

2014 - Cheesecake // Teo

(Underrated tune fr)

8. Belgium 🇧🇪

2015 - Rhythm Inside // Loïc Nottet

9. Bosnia and Herzegovina 🇧🇦

2011 - Love in Rewind // Dino Merlín

10. Bulgaria 🇧🇬

2017 - Beautiful Mess // Kristian Kostov

11. Croatia 🇭🇷

2023 - Mama ŠČ! // Let 3

12. Cyprus 🇨🇾

2018 - Fuego // Eleni Foureira

13. Czechia 🇨🇿

2019 - Friend of a Friend // Lake Malawi

(Was very hard to choose between this one and Lie To Me. It’s a very close second)

14. Denmark 🇩🇰

2021 - Øve Os På Hinanden // Fyr Og Flamme

(Was robbed in the semi-finals imo)

15. Estonia 🇪🇪

2015 - Goodbye to Yesterday // Elina Born + Stig Rästa

16. Finland 🇫🇮

2022 - Jezebel // The Rasmus

(Should have done so much better imo)

17. France 🇫🇷

2016 - J’ai Cherché // Amir

18. Georgia 🇬🇪

2011 - One More Day // Eldrine

19. Germany 🇩🇪

2011 - Taken by a Stranger // Lena

(Better than Satellite for sure, but Satellite slaps too)

20. Greece 🇬🇷

2008 - Secret Combination // Kalomira

21. Hungary 🇭🇺

2018 - Viszlát Nyár // AWS

22. Iceland 🇮🇸

2020 - Think About Things // Daði og Gagnamagnið

(Basic I know but it’s just such a good tune)

23. Ireland 🇮🇪

2011 - Lipstick // Jedward

(Not sorry about this one it slaps and Jedward are my kings)

24. Israel 🇮🇱

2015 - Golden Boy // Nadav Guedj

25. Italy 🇮🇹

(Gonna have to do a top five because I have such a thing for Italy in Eurovision I can’t pick just one oop)

2017 - Occidentali’s Karma // Francesco Gabbani

2015 - Grande Amore // Il Volo

2018 - Non Mi Avette Fatto Niente // Ermal Meta + Fabrizio Moro

2021 - Zitti E Buoni // Måneskin

2019 - Soldi // Mahmood

26. Latvia 🇱🇻

2022 - Eat Your Salad // Citi Zēni

(As a vegetarian and a bisexual I approve this message)

27. Lithuania 🇱🇹

2021 - Discotheque // The Roop

28. Luxembourg 🇱🇺

1988 - Croire // Lara Fabian

29. Malta 🇲🇹

2022 - Je Me Casse // Destiny

30. Moldova 🇲🇩

(My second favourite Eurovision country so here’s a top three)

2022 - Trenulețul // Zdob şi Zdub & Advahov Brothers

2018 - My Lucky Day // DoReDos

2017 - Hey Mamma // Sunstroke Project

31. Monaco 🇲🇨

1964 - Où Sont-elles Passées? // Romuald

(When I say I have an obsession with this song I mean it. PS Monaco plz come back we miss you!!)

32. Montenegro 🇲🇪

2015 - Adio // Knez

- Ranking Morocco doesn’t really feel fair because they only participated once lol -

33. The Netherlands 🇳🇱

2016 - Slow Down // Douwe Bob

(Hehe 33 Max Verstappen number it’s fate fr)

34. North Macedonia 🇲🇰

2012 - Crno I Belo // Kaliopi

35. Norway 🇳🇴

2009 - Fairytale // Alexander Rybak

(Listen I know it’s a basic choice but this song is iconic for a reason y’know? It slaps)

36. Poland 🇵🇱

2022 - River // Ochman

(King of the vocals fr brings me to tears every time)

37. Portugal 🇵🇹

2021 - Love is On My Side // The Black Mamba

38. Romania 🇷🇴

2010 - Playing With Fire // Paula Seling + Ovi

39. Russia 🇷🇺

2016 - You are the Only One // Sergey Lazarev

(Listen I’m a Sergey Lazarev stan first and human second. Between 2016 and 2018 I almost exclusively listened to his back catalogue and nothing else)

40. San Marino 🇸🇲

(Underrated country fr no one gets them like I do so they also get a top three)

2022 - Stripper // Achille Lauro

2021 - Adrenalina // Senhit + Flo-Rida

2019 - Say Na Na Na // Serhat

41. Serbia 🇷🇸

2023 - Samo Mi Se Spava // Luke Black

- Also not counting Serbia and Montenegro because they don’t have an emoji flag and they only participated twice -

42. Slovakia 🇸🇰

2010 - Horehronie // Kristina Pelakova

43. Slovenia 🇸🇮

2023 - Carpe Diem // Joker Out

44. Spain 🇪🇸

2019 - La Venda // Miki

(When I say this song was robbed I mean it. One of the biggest injustices faced in Eurovision was Miki coming 22nd)

45. Sweden 🇸🇪

(Sweden get a top three because they’re Sweden… they always slay)

2015 - Heroes // Måns Zelmerlöw

2012 - Euphoria // Loreen

2017 - I Can’t Go On // Robin Bengtsson

46. Switzerland 🇨🇭

2021 - Tout l'Univers // Gjon’s Tears

47. Türkiye 🇹🇷

2010 - We Could Be The Same // maNga

(Türkiye come back we miss you!!)

48. Ukraine 🇺🇦

(Another slay country so here’s a top three)

2018 - Under the Ladder // MELOVIN

2007 - Dancing Lasha Tumbai // Verka Serduchka

2021 - Shum // Go_A

49. United Kingdom 🇬🇧

(In the name of patriotism, of which I have very little, let’s do a top five + an honourable mention)

2012 - Love Will Set You Free // Engelbert Humperdinck

2022 - SPACE MAN // Sam Ryder

1981 - Making Your Mind Up // Buck’s Fizz

1968 - Congratulations // Cliff Richard

1976 - Save Your Kisses for Me // Brotherhood of Man

+ my honourable mention, Freaks // Jordan Clarke which should have been our song for 2019 but the British general public have no taste. I firmly believe this is why they no longer trust us to hold a national selection anymore lol

50. Yugoslavia *insert flag here*

1989 - Rock Me // Riva

(Basic choice I know, to pick their only winning song, but it slaps)

And that’s everyone!! Feel free to judge me hard for my tastes lol 😂

[sweetpeasins]

InCube Gala Fic

This is just a little fic for the wonderful Gala @monster-at-heart and @abdomented are hosting!  Thank you so much to @shezmu-tummies for letting me steal Cass for this little awful story!     It was the kind of day that woke him up with a cold slap to the face and coffee grounds in his latte.  It was the kind of day that dragged him down the street kicking and screaming.  It was the kind of day where your best friend dragged you to what he said would be ‘The best night ever!’ but slowly turned into ‘Please just stay’ and you somehow end up talking to the exact kind of person you despise while you’re drinking a grossly light drink and the city lights burn your eyes. It was the type of day Easel Evido fucking hated.

Easel peeked over the railing outside the gala on a small secluded balcony, a cigarette lazily hung out of the side of his mouth as he talked through the smoke and the taste of sweet tobacco on his tongue.  His legs still shook after shitting his pants from the one and only time he let Dilly drive, metaphorically though, of course, he’d have the most optimistic fuck in the world know immediately. “Why did I even come here?  It’s not like I signed a blood pact!”  Easel hissed, ignoring a question he didn’t care enough to hear.  He moved the cigarette to the corner of his mouth, the ash drew grey marks down the side of his suit that hugged his body.  “Or did I sign a blood pact without knowing?” Cass paused awkwardly around his too-fruity drink, because he was pretty sure they were just talking about InCube a moment before. Easel looked down to the city below that he had drove around rampant in a drunken frenzy about a week before the Gala, he couldn’t remember why now.  The city lights were outshone by the Gala lights behind them, painting them with festive whites and blues as the colors shifted and the mood changed in a constant hurry to delight and entertain all the guests.  Easel didn’t even look back to watch as the guests moved to the dance floor and twirled each other around to the beat of some dumb song that vibrated the thin balcony.  Easel tipped his glass, drinking a horrible concoction that was 5 percent ice and 95 percent straight vodka.  But Cass wouldn’t be surprised if it was just rubbing alcohol from the smell of it, they looked to each other silently. Cass looked down at the glass with a mixture of fear and respect, taking the man’s look as an offer.  “N-No, I’m a light weight.” “I thought so,” Easel replied, cigarette curled in his fingers, tip glowing.  He watched Cass’ face through the smoke.  “Why are you out here talking to me?  Aren’t your friends inside?”  He seemed more annoyed than concerned. “I only know most people from the waiting room,” Cass admitted, he held his glass over the side of the balcony, the lights danced off of the gold plastered to his hair.  It was beautiful in a way, the way the gold was weaved into his hair and sparkling along his cheeks, Easel watched how it glistened as Cass turned his head to look down the balcony at the valet service below.   Easel followed his eyes lazily.  “Lookin’ for someone?”   “No,” Cass coughed out after a few moments of awkward silence.   “Okay, you’re pretty bad at lying, but that’s okay,” The alien laughed cruelly, Cass turned a different shade of purple underneath the gentle white light from inside the Gala. “So who’re you lookin’ for?” Easel asked, and before he could stop himself, “Someone cute?” Cass seemed to think for a moment, his eyes distantly staring off to the well dressed valets and the few guests still piling in even after the event had started hours before.  “J-Just some friends.” Easel shifted the cigarette in his mouth, it was dying quickly.  He chewed on the answer for a moment before he let out a dramatic groan and draped his arms over the railing.  Gossip was better than drinking and smoking alone on the balcony while his best friend had a great night inside.  He was gonna get fucking something out of the night.  “Tell me about ‘em.” And Cass did, his face lit up as he talked, his mouth moved quickly, and Easel looked over at him with a mixture of sudden jealousy and dread woven into his cold face.  Cass’ words weren’t important, it was the way he said it, the way he seemed so animated, the exhausted blue-moons beneath his eyes fading back into his skin.  Easel didn’t listen to the words, he watched the man’s lips move in the light, how they glistened, how they spoke above the face of his best friend in the distance as he twirled an unfamiliar girl onto the dance floor, her light blue body tucked into a sultry skintight dress.   Easel watched as they danced around, he could see their legs working in the crowd.  She twirled him around, she opened her mouth and picked him clean off the floor, he laughed.  Easel gripped the side of the railing.   “I’m rambling, right?  Yeah I’m rambling I’ll just stop-” “-It’s fine, kid.”  He pressed himself closer to the railing, his forehead barely level with the top of it.  “You said your name was Cass earlier,” He said it more as a command than a question, Cass had the feeling that even if that wasn’t his name Easel had decided that was going to be his name regardless, according to him. “Yes,” Cass said, looking down at the smaller man that seemed anything but.  “Oh, I never got your-!” “It’s Easel,” he said with cold civility, still not looking directly at him.  “Let me tell you something, Cass.  Don’t you apologize for speaking your mind, don’t live your life fuckin’ scared of sayin’ whatcha want.   You aren’t gonna get anywhere like that, so say whatcha want.  Least for tonight, humor me, yeah?” Cass sighed and looked down at his watered down drink which was about the only thing that wouldn’t have him shambling around like a drunken idiot after one cup.  “I know I know, I just don’t-” Easel saw Dilly finally break away from his pretty new blue friend as the music died down, they chatted for what seemed like years, then she waltzed off like something had suddenly grabbed her attention.  They made eye contact, Easel snapped away.   “That wasn’t a question.”  Easel’s eyes finally looked up from his drink into Cass’ face, they lingered there for a moment, glowing dully in the darkness.  His lips twitched.  “Do it.  Or I will goddamn make you-” “Ease!  You gotta come meet my old friend, Lorai-” A shadow fell over both of them as Dilly stood in the doorway, his eyes drifted between them, suddenly a little more uncomfortable than he had been before.  In the darkness he could only make out the vague shapes of things, but he could definitely see the nervousness on Cass’ face.   Dilly took in the scene with quiet uneasiness that could be felt more than seen.  “Am I..interrupting something?”   “Not at all, you think I was doing something actually fun?” Easel asked half-heartedly, but only because it sounded better than ‘I’m sick of being here and talking to people, cut it the fuck out’.  He drank the last of the vodka from the bottom of his glass. They all stared at each other, the soothing music from the dance floor did nothing to break the tension.  Dilly thought around the gnawing question on his mind and chewed his tongue instead.  Eventually Easel flipped Dilly off as he walked past and back into the building, “Sorry, he can get a little intense,” Dilly offered endearingly, watching as Easel put the rest of his cigarette out on a poor waiter’s shoe.  He peered past the smoke into the blinding light of the gala, it sent neon zebra stripes across his face.  “It’s Cass, right?  From the OVI Division?” Cass nodded quickly and shifted over as subtly as he could.  If Dilly noticed it he didn’t say anything.  “Yeah, I think I’ve seen you around there before!”  Cass tried to push some confidence into his voice, even he didn’t find it convincing. “I work in that division, it’s nice to get lost in the paperwork sometimes.  I love talking to the people, but, you know, sometimes the best thing to see when you’re going into labor isn’t me,” Dilly laughed and smiled, his gnarled teeth hung outside of his lips, as if they were proving his point.   Cass laughed, but it was forced out of him, the tender skin around his recent c-section burned with the mention.   They talked about nothing in particular, laughing at jokes that hardly made any sense, and devoured the scene of the metropolitan city in the distance that bounced a fine green mist onto the dark night clouds.  Dilly’s eyes had gone soft and dreamy, his tail curled around the railing like a thick vine.  He opened his mouth to reply when the smell of strong booze struck them both and Dilly turned around to see Easel leaning onto the doorway for dear life. “Dilly, I have, I have something really, really important I gotta show you,” Easel slurred, drawing out every single word.  Drool dribbled down his chin. “I think I’ve literally left you alone for a grand total of five minutes, what could you of possibly done?”   Easel guided Dilly down to his level too easily, like he was on a leash.  Easel put a sloppy, wet finger on his lips.  “Promise, promise me ya won’t get mad.” Dilly looked over to Cass desperately, but the man only shrugged and seemed to be trying to disappear into the far corner of the balcony.  He sighed.  “I promise I won’t get mad.” “I threw up on one of the bar stools.  I dunno which one, but it’s definitely not sitable anymore.” Immediately Dilly’s goodbye to Cass were light, he half carried half dragged his best friend through the crowds, tugging his arm back when he reached out with his drunken grabby hands for the shiniest dresses and suits.  All the while Easel screamed and groaned that ‘sitable’ was indeed a word, even came up with definitions and examples as Dilly looked gratefully over to Loraine, who had already cleaned the bar stool up until it shined like it was brand new.  

  Easel’s face was smushed against the cold bathroom tiles, one of his ears hung on the side of the toilet, his eyes lazily rolled in his head to look at Dilly in the doorway.  They had been sitting there for what felt like hours, so many unspoken words between them, Dilly’s face a mixture of discomfort and anger.  Loraine peeked her head in every few minutes until she was waved off by Dilly, and eventually she stopped coming by all together.  Easel licked his lips nauseously.   “If you’re done throwing up what little was left of your stomach lining,” Dilly mumbled tiredly, sitting on the floor next to the toilet.  “You want to tell me how you possibly drank that much?” “Wouldn’t you like to know,” Easel smiled, his dilated eyes couldn’t concentrate on anything for longer than a few seconds. “Yes I would, because that’s a great talent-because we’re at a gala and you just made Loraine clean up your gross vomit!” “Don’t fucking yell at me,” Easel groaned, he blinked his eyes against the lights, his body shook with another wave of nausea. Dilly sighed, the muffled sounds of the gala swallowed the sound of his claws against the tiles.  “I’m sorry, I’m just stressed out and-you know my regular excuses.  Are you okay?” “Other than the acid in my mouth?  Fucking perfect.” “What’s bothering you?  I know you, Ease.  You can drink a liquor store halfway into bankruptcy if you wanted to, so what’s up with wanting to get wasted tonight?  Did you do all of that just to distract Loraine?  You know, she’s been wanting to talk to one of the other doctors all night, let her have some goddamn peace-” “What’s bothering me?”  Easel repeated, his breath felt like fire down his throat.  “What about you?  You’ve been fuckin’ running around all goddamn night like a fuckin’ psycho, what else is there for me to do for fun ‘round here?  ‘Specially when you’re running around like you’re avoidin-” “I think it’s time I let you go home.” Dilly said quietly, a suddenly panicked look on his face. Easel didn’t ask.

“Alright, alright.  I changed Rory’s sheets, tuck him in when you get home.”  Dilly stood by their new aircraft as Easel raced through the entrance and snatched the keys from the valet.   “You’re not coming with me?”  Easel asked as he already had one hand on the ignition and the other on the stereo, like the thought had just occurred to him.  “You got a ride?” “I’ll manage,” Dilly replied after a moment.  “I know you wanna get home, worst comes to worst I’ll use the teleporters.  Unless I feel like taking a casual fifty mile jog.” “If you do take the jog don’t you dare sweat all over those new rugs, I just put that shit in.” “You make me feel like I’m so old,” Dilly said in the most endearing tone in the world, leaning in through the craft’s windows.  Easel looked at him evenly.  “But you’re the old one-” “You stop that right now-” “-Sixty-five next week!” “No, just generally no, and fuck off while you’re at the no part.  No and fuck off.”   Dilly hummed, grumbled something that sounded like a mix between laughter and exhaustion as he watched Easel pull away and disappear into four shining white headlights in the distance.  He stood there for a long time, watching them go, then he turned around and disappeared back into the crowd.  His uneasiness came back in waves.