#Festival Dolls Dyed in the Setting Sun
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trixiegalaxy · 5 months ago
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willtheweaver · 1 month ago
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Writemas day 19
Just five more after this! My how time flies!
Today’s prompts: A festival, he lost himself in the moment, he lost all thought of logic, of warning, of danger, and let himself be, living only for the moment
It was Hugo’s first winter market.
From the window he could see the stalls and booths being assembled, hear the sound of merchants unloading their wares, and the smell of all sorts of foods and drinks.
Having spent so much of his short life on the run, Hugo had missed out on the small things that made life enjoyable. Find refuge from a sympathetic family had restored a sense of normalcy, but he had to spend almost all of his time inside the house. Being a child, he loved nothing more than sneaking out when all the adults were gone. And so he grabbed his coat, a small bag of coins, and a hat and scarf. He had reached the door when Ida appeared.
“Going somewhere?” She asked.
“Oh, just sneaking out to see what was in the market.” He stated matter-of-fact. “You want to come?”
“Aren’t you afraid someone will recognize you and turn you in?”
“Don’t worry about that.” He reassured her. “I dyed my hair just yesterday. It’s been growing out, and I needed to get the roots colored. When I looked in the mirror, I barely recognized myself. And just in case, I ‘borrowed’ your father’s hat. Being a bit large for my head means that I can conceal my face if needs be. We’ll just be two more kids in the crowd.”
“You’ve thought of everything, didn’t you?” Ida grinned.
“I did.” Hugo returned the smile. “Now, let’s waste no more time.”
It was a day neither would forget. Their first stop was the baker’s stall, and from there they left with a tall stack of gingerbread that they munched throughout the day. The smell of spiced mulled wine tempted them, but they decided against getting any. The wood carvers and toy makers were their favorites. It was mesmerizing seeing dolls, nutcrackers, puppets, and intense burners being made in front of their eyes. The only scare came when they ran into Krampus. Thankfully, they had been good all year and so they avoided the stick.
The sun began to set when they decided to head back home. It was still a few hours before Ida’s father returned. Everything was put back where it belonged, and he was oblivious to what the two children did that day.
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beanieman · 3 years ago
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The YTTD Character’s Favorite Thing About Fall Headcanon’s
Sara Chidouin - She like’s all the cute trinkets shops sell during the fall. Leaf earrings, orange and yellow wreath’s, and cinnamon candles, she wants it all. Even if she doesn’t buy anything, it make’s her happy to see them being sold through the store window’s. 
Joe Tazuna - Joe’s school has a fall festival that he looks forward to every year. He love’s apple bobbing and picking out pumpkin’s with his friends. 
Gin Ibushi - The weather finally getting cooler so his cape doesn’t feel so hot. 
Keiji Shinogi - People don’t judge him as much for the poor life decision of dying his hair the ugliest possible shade of yellow. Everyone assumes it’s for some kind of Halloween costume. 
Alice Yabusame - Candy is sold at discounted prices during Halloween time. He buys bags in bulk. 
Reko Yabusame - The sound of leaves crunching under her boots. 
Nao Egokoro - Pumpkin Carving. 
Kazumi Mishima - For some reason, during the Summer his creativity gets very clogged and doesn’t release itself until Fall. So he looks forward to not having art block in the colder month’s. 
Q-taro Burgerberg - Q-Taro love’s the feeling of the crisp air as he play’s baseball. 
Kai Satou - Going apple picking to find the freshest fruit for his pies. 
Kanna Kizuchi - Kanna looks forward to fall break from school so she can spend more time with her family.
Shin Tsukimi - It’s more socially acceptable to wear a scarf and beanie in the fall then it is the Summer. 
Dolls
Ranmaru Kageyama - Ranmaru really like’s night time. It feels more peaceful to him than the daylight hours. He looks forward to the sun setting sooner. 
Naomichi Kurumada - He love’s to see the bright orange and yellow leave’s as he jogs. 
Anzu Kinashi - Caramel apple’s and candy corn are easier to find. 
Mai Tsurugi - Mai love’s the sight of fire. During fall she can light up the fireplace in her bakery without people complaining that it’s too hot. Even if someone complains about the heat she can just say “Sorry. I want to be seasonal. :)”. 
Shunsuke Hayasaka - Two Words. Pumpkin Pie. 
Hinako Mishuku - It’s time for Halloween. 
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saundraswriting · 4 years ago
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Huddling for Warmth
“I decided to join a writing challenge for @bonkywobble‘s hafwayto1K. I did Huddling for Warmth and Cosmogyral. I hope you enjoy! I also have a mutil-fandom blog @saundrasays
SUMMARY: You head to DC with Steve and Bucky and on the way back after an unexpected dip in the Potomac leads to you three huddling for warmth on the Quinjet. 
Masterlist // Ao3
Being a personal assistant to the Avengers was definitely more than you bargained for. You had been hired by Pepper. There were too many Avengers and not enough hands to wrangle them on the busy days or the day to day things. You accepted without hesitation, getting to work right along the Avengers, even if most of your work was tedious and some days felt like you were watching over toddles. You had gotten lucky to be given Captain Steve Rogers and Sargent James “Bucky” Barnes. They were easy to get along with, not very demanding and honestly cared for you. They asked to you go with them to meetings away from the compound and to PR stunts around the world knowing how much you like to travel and learn about the world. The arrangement was better than you could have ever hoped for after graduating college with a business management degree.
“Hey, Y/N. You ready to go? We have that meeting down in Washington today. You wanted to go didn’t you?” Captain Rogers asked knocking on the open frame of your door. You looked up from where you were packing your purse. One thing working and living with the Avengers taught you to be ready for everything.
“Yeah. I am excited. This is the first time I get to be there with the Cherry Blossom festival. I am so excited. I have been trying to go for ages. I am hoping with it being a weekday it won’t be so busy.” You quickly looked around hoping you didn’t forget anything, you patted yourself down to find you phone.
“I am glad that you get to go then. Remember to grab your camera, doll.” Sargent Barnes chimed in from behind Steve. You snapped your fingers beaming and got the top of the line camera that was their most recent Christmas gift to you.
“Thank you, Sargent Barnes. I am ready now.” You grabbed your bag. You looked up at the two super soldiers with a bright grin. You were so happy to be able to be apart of their lives, you were even happier that they got to be part of each other’s lives. The two of them moved against the wall, giving you room to lock your door and say bye to FRIDAY.
“We’re taking the Quinjet today. Well, one of them.” Captain Rogers told you. They let you go before them, shortening their stride to keep just behind you. “I figured that way you would be there as soon as possible. I know it is a little early but I figure that way you would have the whole day to yourself, sweetheart.”
“Oh! That is so nice of you. Thank you so much. We should hurry then.” You picked up your pace. Steve and Bucky shared a smile, letting you get further ahead, the picnic they planned in secret would be a perfect surprise for you too.
Upon arriving at the Triskelion’s airfield, you all got into an elevator. “Sargent Barnes and Captain Rogers, you know where you are going? You will be okay? Do I need to send the meeting points again?” You were fidgeting in place trying to force the professionalism you didn’t feel.
“We are perfectly fine. If we need anything, we can always ask someone here. We want you to go and have fun. We have a surprise planned for you around 1:30. We’ll call you okay? Go take lots of pictures. Enjoy yourself. I know you are dying to, doll.” Sargent Barnes gave you a light shove into the lobby towards the doors.
“Okay. If you are sure. Then I’ll be off. See you later.” You scurried off through the doors, a bubble of excitement practically visible.
“Oh how I wish we were going with her. I would rather do anything than this meeting. Aw, well. The faster we are done, the faster we see her again.” Steve clapped a hand on his best friend’s shoulder. “We decided to do this so we can spend the afternoon with her. So let’s get a move on. The two of them stepped back into the elevator to begin their morning of meetings that probably had no application to them, but seeing as they were the only ones free, were forced to go to.
The day dragged as slowly as they believed it would. The only thing that broke up the monotony was the food they were given constantly and the selfies you sent or the social media updates you posted. Ever picture was somehow better than the next, the lighting and angles getting better, your smile bigger. Steve and Bucky could feel their fondness and pride and affection for you grow. You may have stumbled into their lives as their PA but your meant more than that now. You were part of their family.
“Thank you both for coming today. I appreciate it. Having you here is important. I will make sure to send everything of note to you PA later today. See you later.” Maria Hill and several other SHIELD agents left the room.
“Sweet freedom! You go get lunch and I will call Y/N. Find a place to meet.” Steve said. Bucky nodded and they headed over the elevators. Steve went down in one while Bucky went up in another. Steve called you on the way down.
“Hey. I was wondering if you were free to meet for our surprise. Bucky and I got out and are done for the day. I had a place in mind if you were okay with it.” Steve’s voice came across your phone. You grinned at nothing, looking up at the sakura tree you were taking a break under.
“For you, anything. Want to meet at the Triskelion? Or should I meet you at the location? I can do either.” You packed up your meager belongings, leaving you camera out for more pictures.
“I have a spot next to the Potomac. It is near a park and has a great view. How about you meet us here and we will all go together.” Steve suggested. You hummed in agreement turning towards the Triskelion.
When you got there, Captain Rogers and Sargent Barnes were waiting patiently by the doors. They both had a basket hanging on their arms. You tilted you head in confusion. “Are-”
“Nope. No questions. Follow us. It isn’t too far away.” Steve and Bucky led the way to a small nature park on the bank of the Potomac. There was a natural depression leading to a very nice dock and scenery. The three of you weren’t the only ones enjoying the warmth of the sun. There were a few other families, but they stayed at tables while Bucky and Steve readied the picnic under a tree near the bank. They set up nice finger foods and warm tea and fruit on plates for all of you to enjoy. You took a few pictures while you all talked about your day, laughing at the two super soldiers uneasiness. The hours passed and just as you were getting ready to suggest a sunset trip back to the cherry blossoms you were interrupted but a mother yelling for her son.
“It’s too cold to swim, sweetie. We can’t go in. We have to wait for the weather to get warmer. You’ll get sick if you-” Her words fell on deaf ears as the child, laughing, jumped off the dock into the river.
“No! Charlie, you can’t swim.” The mother began to run faster but you and Steve and Bucky could see him thrashing in the water, too deep and cold for him to survive long. The mother’s screams were getting more frantic and You could feel the two men freeze next to you.
They already had issues going into water as it was, let alone the freezing water of the Potomac. You scrambled to your feet before quickly stripping your outer layers. “I am gonna get that kid.” You raced off, not even missing a beat before you arced off the dock and swam out to the kid. You could feel the bottom of the river against your toes, not enough to stand firmly. You lift the kid above you, hoping he would stop thrashing and just breath. He did as you hoped calming significantly. You were reading water badly; you could feel it sitting in your lungs and stomach. Taking a deep breath, you tucked one arm under the young boy’s armpit and used the other one to swim back to shore.
You were slower on the return trip then the way out but you were tired. Bucky and Steve met you closer to the beach, you were kneeling trying to catch your breath. Steve picked up the kid and carried him back to his mom. You could just make out their cries of joy and Steve trying to explain the risks of hypothermia and pneumonia. Bucky-seeing as you could barely stand-picked you up and carried you to the blanket. You were shivering but weakly. Not a good sign when it comes to hypothermia.
“We need to get you changed. We’ll let Steve pack up. I’ll take you back to the Triskelion, we can get you some dry clothes at least. Then we can head home, doll.” Bucky said. Steve agreed hearing the trail end of the conversation. Bucky carried you back as he said he would, upon arrival Maria met them at the door.
“I’ll help her get changed. And dried. Then you guys can head home.” Maria took you into a locker room and stripped off your clothes. You weren’t very helpful, cold and tired and lethargic, you couldn’t help her much. She removed all your clothes, muttering under her breath. She redressed you in a tank top and t shirt and jacket, and two pairs of sweat pants and socks. She helped you back to Bucky who was joined by Steve.
“Let’s head back to the jet and then we can worry about getting you warm. You aren’t even shivering.” Bucky swept you up and the three of you got on the elevator.
“Sorry for ruining the day. I wanted to get more pictures too.” You sulked in Bucky’s arms.
“Yeah but you saved a little kid’s life. We were frozen.” Steve said. “Thank you for that, sweetheart.” He headed to the pilot seat, getting the jet up and running. Bucky settled down near you taking off your jacket and his shirt wrapping you up in blankets. You snuggled in cooing at the warmth he was putting off. Steve turned on the auto pilot, sending a message to Natasha to be ready to get you into a bath upon arrival.
“Come on, Steve. Join us. She could use the body heat.” Bucky jerked his head to entice him into your human fort of warmth and comfort. The next few hours were spent cuddling the furnaces that you called friends, shivering and almost biting off your tongue as you slowly heated up.
Steve got up close to the end of the flight to land the jet while Bucky stayed curled around you, listening to the slight rasp in your lungs as you breathed. Once they landed and the ramp came down, the others could only see the top of your and Bucky’s head and a mountain of blankets.
“Only the three of you could come back from a day of meeting and return with a hypothermic personal assistant. Amazing.” Natasha said. “Come on, let me fix it. Again.” The Avengers laughed and Bucky and Steve spluttered trying to explain themselves.
“I had a good time today. Thank you for letting me go along. I enjoyed the picnic too. Now, I am gonna take a shower and go to bed. See you tomorrow.” You clambered out of the nest on the floor of the Quin jet stumbling over to a sympathetic Natasha.
“We did too. Thank you for all your hard work. Tomorrow can you see Bruce for a checkup? We don’t want you getting sick now.” Steve and Bucky waved at you and Natasha from the top of the ramp. You hollered an affirmative as you were escorted away. “Well life certainly isn’t boring with her around.”
“No. and I wouldn’t change it for the world. We should clean up. Maybe we can have a movie night or something.” Steve said.
“Hell yeah. Let’s get a move on.” Bucky cheered.
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tsuri-chan · 3 years ago
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Detective Conan DVD Box 13
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Included episodes:
Episode 309-334
Bonus material:
Episode guide
Favorite episode:
323-324: Heiji Hattori's Desperate Situation!
Least favorite episode:
312-313: Festival Dolls Dyed in the Setting Sun
Rating:
6/10 teeth
Not too many episodes for a rather high price. There are also not too many good cases and plot development is also more or less not included. In my opinion, this box is not a must have.
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cruecifymesixx · 6 years ago
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Love and Leather /part thirty seven/
Word Count: 3.8k
A/N: did ya miss me?!  cause i missed all of you! Haha enjoy! We got some good shit coming up!
Warnings: language, booze, drugs, implied smut
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October 1987
Nikki’s POV
I walked up the stairs to Vanity’s room after being welcomed in by Lucia and Tonya. I barged into her room, not bothering to knock, cause why the fuck would I?
I saw that she was sleep, I scoffed as the sun was just now setting. How the fuck could she be asleep already.
I crawled into her bed and got on top of her, “Van...wake up.” I said, kissing her lips and then her chest, “We have a party to go too.” I whispered into her skin as I saw her start to wake up.
“Nikki...get off of me.” She grumbled tiredly as I did what she said and laid next to her, “Congrats on the album release today.” She said, sitting back on her elbows as she looked at the alarm clock.
“I’ve been asleep for five hours.” She laughed, “Why are you here?” She asked, rubbing her eyes as she smiled at me.
“Thanks babe, you gotta get up and get dressed we’re having a party to celebrate the new album.” I explained as she gave me a weak smile.
“Can I skip this one? I’m tired Sixx, I can’t keep up tonight.” She questioned, as I shook my head.
“No. You’re gonna get out of bed and get dolled up. Then you’re gonna come with me, don’t pack a bag you have clothes at my place, that’s where the parties at.” I explained as she pushed the hair back and out of my face.
“C’mon babe. I gotta introduce you to the band that’s gonna be our opening act. They’re new, but they are good.” I added on, trying to convince her as I kissed her shoulder.
“Who is it?” She raised an eyebrow as she was curious.
“Guns N’ Roses.” I stated as she let out a gasp and then a huge grin broke out across her face, maybe she shouldn’t meet them if she’s already acting like this.
“Guns N’ Roses!?! Nikki! I am absolutely in love with their music! Why didn’t you tell me sooner!?” She squealed as she got out of bed and went to her closet.
“You never act this way with Motley...” I frowned as I watched her push hanger after hanger.
“Oh stop it, I do too.....but man they’ve had some really great songs on the radio. Paradise City? Welcome to the Jungle? Sweet Child o’ Mine? My Michelle? I haven’t heard a song of theirs I haven’t liked yet.” She continued to be dramatic as I rolled my eyes.
“So does Motley.” I said under my breath, “What was that?” She asked turning around to face me.
“Never Mind, What should I wear?” She said holding up a dark red leather skirt and a pair of black ripped up skinny jeans.
“Neither.” I blurted out as she cocked her head to the side and looked at me. I didn’t want her wearing something for all these guys to be drooling over.
“Are they nice guys?” She questioned as she pulled down her pants before putting the jeans on, “Yeah...sure.” I grumbled as I watched her get ready.
“Axl is an arrogant prick sometimes, Izzy is a good kid, Duff and I get along and go over new chords and riffs a lot. Steven always runs around with T-bo-“
“Is Slash fun?” She abruptly cut me off as she slipped on a tight grey tank top that made her tits pop out even more before pulling on a black leather jacket.
“Is he nice?” She asked about him again. I glared at her, “What’s that look for?” She seemed confused.
“Nothing. Are you ready to go?” I examined her outfit as she put on a pair of all black converse. She shook her head before walking to the bathroom.
“Why are you so curious about Slash?” I yelled for her, but she was quiet. So, I have to keep my eye on her and tell this guy to back off already.
“I’m not, I’ve just heard a lot about him.” She finally answered me, “He’s pretty hot.” She mumbled, walking back into the bedroom.
“And so are you, don’t worry. You’re hotter.” She laughed as she looked at me, but I didn’t find anything about what she was saying funny
“What have you heard?” I questioned, “Just what the groupies the guys bring backstage talk about. They seem to fuck everyone.” She giggled as she stood in front of me.
“Oh relax, Sixx. I’m just messing with you.” She expresses as she tousled my hair even more. I nodded as I looked up at her, “Ready?” I asked as she nodded.
We walked downstairs as she said bye to the girls, but she came to a halt at her doorstep.
“Oh no. I am not getting on that death trap. You must be blitzed out of your damn mind.” She retorted, moving her hair over her shoulder as she judged my motorcycle.
“Van, baby. It’s not a death trap, I mean it is but only if Tommy is driving.” I reassured her as I noticed her pouting.
“Why didn���t you drive the corvette? I love the corvette. There’s doors, and windows and safety.” She continued to complain as she wrapped her arms around her frame.
I rolled my eyes and let out a groan, “Just give it a try. C’mon, I’ve been dying to get you on the bike.”
She shook her head, “Vanity, you’re being a big baby. C’mon doll, just get on the motorcycle and we’ll be there before you know it.”
“Did you know roughly 5.1% of people involved in motorcycle accidents die? I don’t know how much that is, but that’s like a lot.” She breathed out, her voice becoming almost like the many valley girls I’ve had the pleasure of fucking. They were annoying though, I usually covered their mouth so I didn’t have to hear them.
I shook my head, pointing at the bike, “That’s not a lot babe, get the fuck on the bike. Jesus, out of all things to freak you out.”
She walked closer to the bike, “You’re not even gonna offer me a helmet?” She asked, as I was starting to grow frustrated with her. I stomped over and handed her the helmet I sometimes wear.
She scoffed and rolled her eyes, “What now, Princess? Not your color or is it out of season?” I teased, raising an eyebrow.
“It’s not like I’m gonna wear it Nikki. It would totally mess up my hair.” She retorted, pushing the helmet back to me
I exhaled my frustrations, “Don’t get how you’re so concerned about safety and you won’t even wear the damn thing, but whatever.” I grumbled getting on top of the bike as I waited for her.
She groaned and climbed on top after me, “Just don’t dangle your feet and you’ll be fine.” I explained as she nodded and wrapped her arms around my waist.
“Just...just pay attention to the road..” She said into my ear as I started driving us back to my house.
“You’re not high are you!?” She yelled over the engine and traffic. I rolled my eyes as I let go of one of the handle bars and held her hand.
“No...not yet anyways, just shut up and enjoy the ride.” I snapped at her.
“Ugh, well then.” She said, and was quiet for the remaining fifteen minute drive.
*Nikki’s house*
“Y’know, I didn’t really mean it when I told you to shut up.” I explained as I helped her off the bike.
She looked up at me, letting out a huff, “You’re cute when I frustrate you.” She smirked, patting the side of my cheek.
“You’re cute when you shut the fuck up for once.” I bluntly said as she scoffed, “Well you’re cuter when you shut the fuck up too.” She was quick to respond.
“Do I need to take you upstairs to get rid of that attitude before the festivities begin?” I questioned, her lips parted like she was gonna say something but she was quick to stop herself.
“No.” She mumbled as she started walking to my front door.
I groaned as I watched her walk ahead of me, her ass looked fucking great in those jeans. I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her inside, taking her up to my bedroom while throwing her over my shoulder despite her weak fighting and laughter.
*a few hours later*
“Doll! Come here!” I yelled over the loud music, motioning for her as she was talking to some girl.
Vanity approached me, taking eager steps as she saw the band sitting on the couch, “Vanity, meet Guns n’ Roses.” I said, wrapping an arm around her waist loosely.
“I’m sure you know who all of them are, since you’re such a big fan and all.” I teased as she shook her head, “Nice to meet all of you.” She smiled sweetly as I noticed the guys look at her like a fresh piece of meat.
“Does she come with the tour?” Slash stood up from the couch, pretty much fucking drooling over her. I pulled her closer to me, hoping that would give him the fucking signal to back off.
“Slash, or Saul. Whatever you want to call me is fine. It’s nice to meet you, Vanity.” He responded, taking the cigarette out of his mouth and sticking his hand out for her.
I noticed that playful smirk on her lips as she shook his hand, “Nice to meet you too..” She replied, taking a step away from me and a step closer to him. After a less than normal amount of time to shake someone’s hand, she finally let go.
“But you didn’t answer my question, do you come with the tour?” Slash asked, shoving his hands into his front pockets as he kept all of his attention on her.
“Of course, she’s on the Motley bus with me.” I pointed out, “Someone has to keep her from going wild.” I had received a glare from her and then an eye roll.
“Not with him, just in the same vicinity.” Vanity was quick to clarify, “Yeah, the vicinity of my bed.” I reminded her as I whispered into her ear. She nudged me in the side in return.
“Slash, i would love to hear you play sometime.” Vanity said, teasingly placing her hand on his arm. He took her hand and led her to the couch so she could sit with him. I sat down on the other couch across from them.
“Yeah, of course angel, whatever you want. You can come by my hotel room if you’d like.” He said, while putting an arm behind her head and resting it against the back of the couch.
“No, maybe at the show you can.” Vanity explained, glancing over at me as I gave her a wink. Good girl.
“Can I get you another drink?” Vanity asked him as she pointed to his half empty bottle of beer, “Or some blow? T-bone will help with that, I think.” She continued as I rolled my eyes and took a sip out of my glass.
“His legs aren’t broken, Van.” I butted in as she looked over at me. I was sick of their flirting already, “I’m just being nice to your guests, Nikki.” She snapped back at me.
“Yeah, my guests. Not yours. I can do it myself.” I barked back, “Hey, she’s just being a good girl and wanting to help.” Slash butted in as he put his hand on her thigh that was crossed over her leg. I’m about to break his god damn hand if he doesn’t get it off of her.
“Fine. You want a drink. I’ll be back.” I angrily stood up, giving her a warning look as I left.
*Vanity’s POV*
I watched Nikki stomp off, but a hand on my jaw broke my gaze as Slash forced me to look at him.
“Is Sixx your boyfriend or something?” He asked. I shook my head, “It’s...it’s complicated, but I’m single.” I replied, giving him a sweet smile as I noticed his eyes travel down my body.
“You like what you see?” I flirted with him, pushing his curly hair back and out of his face.
He licked his lips as he nodded, brushing his hand over mine, “So since you’re single, I’m guessing you wouldn’t be against going out on a date with me now would you?”
I laughed, pulling my hand away from his, “a date? You’re a rockstar, you don’t date.” I rolled my eyes, running my nails through my hair. Every rockstar I’ve met through Nikki were all the same. They never dated, if they did, they got married and then divorced shortly after. Meet, fuck, date, get married, get divorced it was the same cycle.
“Well, you don’t know me. I’m not as famous as the Crüe yet, so it would be a real date. We could do dinner, talk over some wine or champagne if you’d like. I’d be respectful and wouldn’t try to get into your pants...no matter how bad I wanted too.” He breathed out as I cocked my head to the side. I was impressed.
“Uh...okay. Sure, yeah. A date. Well when?” I asked him as he seemed to be pondering on the idea, “Before the tour starts? The last of normality.” I chuckled at his words.
“Yeah, once you go on tour with them it’s over. You’ll be drunk or high all the time, barely sober enough to play. Sleeping in until the next show, and everything else in between.” I explained to him as I felt his fingers play with my hair.
“And what about you?” He asked as I shrugged and looked at him, “Nikki had to practically carry me back to the hotel just about every night of that answers your question.”
He smirked, nodding as he spoke, “Well...if he’s too busy...I’d gladly help you to your room. Safely, of course.” I took a hesitant breath when he lowered his face closer to mine, my eyes darting to his full pink lips. I could tell he noticed by that confident smirk he was now wearing.
I looked around, seeing if I could find Nikki but he was no where in sight, “If you’re lucky, maybe I’ll take you up on that.”
Slash moved away from me when I saw a ringed hand passing him a beer, “Where’s mine?” I asked Nikki, noticing his eyes were low and he was having a problem trying to stand up straight. I also noticed that the sleeves that were rolled up to his elbows were now rolled down to the middle of his forearms.
“You’re not a guest. You know where everything is, you can get it yourself.” Nikki barked as he sat down in a chair next to Slash.
I bit down on my tongue as I glared at him, I didn’t want to start this in the middle of a party.
“I’ll be back.” I told Slash as he gave me a smile and I walked to go find a drink. And a T-bone.
*Nikki’s POV*
I watched Slash stare at her ass as she walked away from him, “Hey man, are you hitting that?” Axl asked, slapping my knee, “Cause if you aren’t, I am.” He added on, laughing before he passed a joint to Duff.
“I caught her interest before you even had the chance to say hello.” Slash joked to Axl as Duff handed him the joint.
Slash handed the joint to me after he took a hit, “Whatever you do-,” I paused as I took my hit and exhaled, “If you know what’s good for you, and your band. She’s off limits.” I warned Slash, but also looked at Axl. I had no worries about Axl, he would never be her type. Not even for a quickie. But I needed to get the fucking point across that she was mine.
Slash chuckled, smiling arrogantly as he took a sip of his beer, “She said she was single. I think that makes her fair game.”
I shook my head, “Yeah, that’s not how this fucking works. When she has your bands name tattooed on her as like she does mine, I’ll let you know when she’s fucking single.” I snapped at him, breaking the joint in half and throwing it into a half finished cup of booze.
“Sixx, man...I’m not trying to ruffle your feathers, but if she wasn’t single, I don’t think she would have said yes to going on a date with me.”
I glared at Vanity as she walked up with glossed over eyes and a red solo cup, more than likely filled up with vodka cranberry.
“What are you drinking angel?” Slash asked, pulling Vanity down to sit down next to him, as I saw him eye me when he put her legs on top of his.
“Vodka Cranberry.”
“Well, hope you enjoy yourself.” I said, smacking Vanitys’ leg off of his, “As for you-” I glared at her as she had a confused look on her face, “I brought you here to meet them, not to fucking date.” She immediately looked away from me and took a sip of her drink, “Its not a big deal, Nikki.” She said, still looking at everything but me.
“Yeah, man. Not a big deal.” Slash said, wrapping an arm around her shoulder as he smirked at me and blew the cigarette smoke in my direction.
I took a long drink of whiskey, before speaking to her, “Not a big deal? It wouldn’t be a big deal if you didn’t have your lips wrapped around my cock just this afternoon before everyone got here.”
“Nikki...knock it off.” She said, slamming her cup down on the table, “Can’t help yourself, can you? Some new rockstar comes to town and you just have to try and get on their dick.”
“You’re being an asshole.” She said as Slash held her tighter, “And you’re being a slut. Please, you think this fucking guy can satisfy you like I can? You’re just lying to yourself.”
“Well I can sure as hell talk to her better than you clearly can.” Slash jumped to her defenses as she sat back with that pouty look she always gives me when she’s not getting her way.
“Slash just leave it. He’s mad because I’ll go on a date with you and not him. His feelings are just hurt.” She cackled, as the guys around her laughed too.
I felt my face go red, “Fuck you.” I said, fists balled at my side as I walked away from her.
“Nik...Nikki...” She was following after me. I walked up my stairs, seeing that she stopped at the bottom of them as I went to my room and slammed the door shut.
I quickly went into the closet and sat down on the Persian carpets that were inside. I grabbed a rig and a spoon and started melting the junk on it. How could she just fucking laugh at me like that? And then my peers laughing with her? I told her how I felt about her and she just wants to throw it in my face.
I heard my bedroom door close and then saw through the crack of the closet door that she had sat down against it, “Nikki, open the door.” I heard her voice as I shook my head and loaded the needle up.
“Go hang out with Slash, wouldn’t want you to hurt his feelings.” I stated as I rolled my sleeves back up and tied a band around my arm.
“Please nikki....I’m sorry. I’m just-I’ve had a lot of blow and a few drinks..” I rolled my eyes, and I’ve had double the amount you’ve had and three full syringes of heroin. Well, four now.
“I don’t give a fuck Vanity. You’re single. Go do whatever the fuck you want.”
She sighed as I heard her get up off the floor, and reach for the door handle. I kept my boot on the door so she couldn’t come in, “Don’t you dare fucking come in here.” My voice was muffled as I had part of the band in my mouth as I was in the midst of sticking the needle into my vein.
“Can you come back out at least? You can’t hide away in your room while you have a whole bunch of people here celebrating your band.” The door knob turned as she let go of it.
“I’ll come down when I’m ready, just go away.” I listened to her shoes against the wooden floor of my room, followed by the door closing behind her.
I sighed as I felt the rush go through my body, before I leaned my head back in pure bliss. I looked around the closet that was tinted with blue hues. I shook my head as I tried pulling myself up to my feet.
“Fuck...” I groaned, leaning into the mirror as I looked at myself. I wasn’t even getting high anymore, it was now just a fucking need to survive the day.
I opened the closet door, seeing that she didn’t even fucking leave, she had just left her shoes at the door and walked to my bed. She was lightly snoring as she laid on top of the covers.
I grabbed a shirt for her and threw it on the bed as I shook her leg, “Van, wake up...you can’t sleep in jeans or a jacket.”
She mumbled as she sat up and took off the jacket, followed by the shirt. She was full of laughter when she was trying to get dressed. I helped her stand up as she pulled down her jeans and tried kicking them off , but kept tripping over them.
“I’m sorry.” Her words were slurred as she sat down on the bed and watched me pull the pants from around her ankles.
“Just go to sleep. I don’t want to talk about it.” I pulled the blankets down and then covered her up.
“Kiss me so I know you’re not mad.” I rolled my eyes at her stupid comment, but I kissed her lips anyways, “I’m still mad though.” She groaned as she turned over to lay on her stomach, her bright pink thong was now exposed to me. I let my finger run across her tattoo.
I slapped her ass as she let out a moan, “keep it up Vanity, or I swear you won’t walk right for a week.” I muttered as I started walking to the door.
“Maybe that’s what I want.” I turned around to see that she was looking at me. The shirt had raised up and was exposing her naval ring and the other tattoo on her hip.
I smirked, “Trust me, doll. You don’t want that. Shut up and go to sleep.”
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haibara-outfits · 5 years ago
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Episodes 312 and 313: Festival Dolls Dyed in the Setting Sun
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isolaradiale · 6 years ago
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The skies above are clear and offer the endless blue that can only be attributed to summer. The air is just a bit cooler and the breeze carries with it many things: the sound of jubilant music, the scent of delicious food, and the buzz that comes along with the excitement of a festival.
All around Cotes and Golden, banners dyed gold and red had been hung across the main streets, casting the roads in honeyed glow when the sun shined through them. Lanterns painted with birds and flowers and animal from the sea dotted the pathways, marking where festival goers could find special treats or fun games to play to while away the hours.
The seaside was another spectacle all together. The wharf and marina had been decked out in banners similar to the wards, but many of them had paintings of fantastic sea creatures---and some that couldn’t be recognized. But more than that, there were games and equipment on the water begging to be used. On the beach, flags fluttered marking where there were even more offerings and the scent of baking seafood was enough to set any mouth watering. 
On the elaborate stage that had been set up near the water’s edge, a familiar face could be seen giving orders to the workers responsible for putting together the stage. Sporting a new, stylish outfit for the occasion, she might not have been recognizable, save for the fact that she hovered over the people as they worked.
As she watched, the sudden appearance of a small screen drew her attention away from her supervising.
Spica: How are things there?  Ofiuco: All green. Probably... Spica: Good. The streets here are ready. It will be nice to actually have some face time with our guests. Ofiuco: I thought you were against showing your face...? Spica: It’s simply a matter of observation. Ofiuco: You mean you like festivals, don’t you? Spica: ...don’t be ridiculous. Ofiuco: Hey? Spica: Yes? Ofiuco: Should I wear sunscreen? Spica: ...
The atmosphere was light and happy. The fact that all of this had been a ruined landscape only weeks before was the farthest thing from anyone’s mind. This was a time to eat, drink, and be merry.
This was the Sunset Festa.
Welcome to our first mini-event, the Sunset Festa! We’re excited to have this little shindig for the city at large.
Lore
The Sunset Festa is a celebration for the end of summer. Similar to how Labor Day weekend is celebrated in America, the Festa is Spirale’s way of saying goodbye to the season in a big way! Both Cotes and Golden are the primary Wards in which the formal celebrations take place, but the festival itself is recognized in Fibonacci and Archimedes Wards as well. As such, all city employees receive a paid holiday they can use to attend the Festa when they choose.
What to do at the Festa
There are tons of activities people can take part of at the Sunset Festa. Many common things like festival games and food vendors are spread throughout both Wards, and many of the shops who choose to stay open have special deals. There are a few highlighted events that are worth checking out, though!
Sunset Jet Ski Relay
The Jet Ski Relay at Spirale Municipal Beach is a special event where people can sign up to take part in a water-based race and agility course in Spirale Bay. Six participants at a time will compete in a three-round, three-lap race with plenty of twists, turns, and ramps. The bottom two from the first two rounds are eliminated and the person who comes in first in the last race takes the 200D prize! These races are held every three hours. In between the races, people are allowed to practice on the jet skis. Tag: ir sunset jet
The Great Sunset Pearl Hunt
A special single-player game based in Spirale Bay. For 5D a play, you’ll be given a set of Cosmogills and a 30-minute time limit. Swim down to the bottom of the Bay and search for the glowing pearls! White pearls are worth 1 point, pink pearls are worth 5 points and black pearls are worth 10 points. Collect enough points to win one of the prizes below:
1-20 points: Small prize (small sea animal plushie) 21-50 points: Medium prize (medium sea animal plushie) 51-100+ points: Large prize (large sea animal plushie or Seaside Ofiuco doll)
If you manage to find the rare Golden Pearl, you’ll win 100D! Tag: ir sunset hunt
Extreme Sunset Volleyball Tournament
One of the highlights of the festivities, the Extreme Sunset Volleyball Tournament is a spectacle in itself. Held at the Spirale Dome during the afternoon every day of the Festa, the ESVT is an anything-goes, no-holds barred volleyball tournament that anyone can participate in. Any and all abilities currently accessible to a resident can be used in the midst of the game, so long as the regular rules of volleyball are followed (barriers are provided for crowd protection). Teams of two are allowed to compete and 16 teams form a single-elimination bracket. The winners from each tournament will receive a 500D prize and a tournament trophy!
A normal volleyball tournament is also held on Spirale Beach during the day. Tag: ir sunset volleyball
Sunset Dance Party
Taking place every night at Spirale Beach, a large open-air concert is put on for everyone to enjoy with beats provided by DJ Ofiuco! Feel free to dance the night away or cozy up to one of the fire pits dotted along the shoreline. Free s’mores materials and hot dogs are provided. Tag: ir sunset party
The Grand Sunset Parade
Held every night at twilight on Main Street in Cotes Ward, the Spirit Parade is a special musical parade that goes through the town put together by Cotes’ residents. Featuring lively traditional music with a modern edge and many dance troupes filled with friendly youkai, spirits, demons, and humans working together, it’s a great way to celebrate and see a dazzling display. Tag: ir sunset parade
A couple notes before we let you have at:
Participation in the Sunset Festa DOES count toward your event total for ranking purposes!
The Festa will last until 11:59 p.m. on September 1, so make sure you post any starters before then.
The official tag is “ir sunset festival”.
And that’s all! We hope you enjoy the Sunset Festa!
--- written by mod spica and mod altair.
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marvelousbirthdays · 7 years ago
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Happy Birthday, widow-made-me-do-it!
June 14 - Darcy/Bucky/Steve with something smutty and fluffy? I’d love to see something regarding the 14th being flag day and Steve having to be patriotic or something...I’m open to any scenario though! for @widow-made-me-do-it
Written by guest writer @wahwahwaffles
Steve Rogers had woken up to a lot of terrible things. As a child he would wake up gasping for breath, panicked and fearful that he wouldn't be able to get enough into his lungs. During weeks long missions in the war, he'd been woken up by Dum Dum's snoring, or worse, his awful night-time gas. In the bright and shiny twenty-first century, he'd been woken by JARVIS or Friday with tinkling bells on good days and blaring klaxons on days when he'd need to go on a mission.
Steve could safely say that waking up lately had been his favorite way of greeting the day. Now that the Universe had been set right after Thanos had set out to destroy half of it, now that he was settled on a modest farmhouse in upstate New York, now that he woke up with a plush little dame pressed between he and Bucky...that was the way a fella should wake up.
But on this June 14th, he didn't wake up to Darcy's sweet rear end insistently pressing into him as he spooned her. Bucky's arms, which were usually wrapped around Darcy and Steve, were also not in their normal spot as the slightest hint of early summer sun started to peek through their open bedroom windows.
Instead, the vibranium hand was on Steve's shoulder, shaking it far too hard for so early in the morning.
"C'mon, punk, up and at them," Bucky's soft coaxing was diametrically opposed to the too powerful shaking he was doing of Steve's sleep pliant body.
"Go and feed your dumb goats yourself," Steve grumbled.
"I already fed my awesome goats," Bucky corrected. "We have places to be today. Flag day, remember?"
Steve grumbled and whined, just as hard to wake up at the age of 101 as he had been at 11. He reached for the pillow that Darcy and Bucky shared and clutched it in his arms as his body wiggled and burrowed closer into the comforter that still had the scent of Darcy's shampoo on it from when she had gone to bed with too wet hair a few nights ago.
"If you get up, I'll make it worth your while," Bucky fairly cooed in Steve's ear, the rasp and gravel of his voice promising sin.
Steve opened his left eye up and managed to convey disbelief and annoyance before closing his eye again and snuggling the Darcy-scented pillow more aggressively. Darcy had been gone for two days, heading to the Nation's capitol as the official envoy of the Asgardian people who had found a home in the United States. Her work was minimal and usually involved teleconferences between a confused Asgardian and a government official who didn't understand why the Asgardians didn’t understand that they needed to have their floating toys regulated.
Still, when she had to be gone for a few days, Steve was a useless, morose lump. Bucky's need for structure and the little tasks he did day to day with his animals kept him mostly on track, even if he too missed their girl something fierce. He was nothing compared to Steve though, who after a lifetime of not quite getting what he needed or wanted, had decided that he was going to be greedy in regards to his happiness after Thanos had been defeated.
He'd kissed Bucky square on the mouth at the end of the battle, and twenty minutes later, they'd rushed into the bunker that Jane and Darcy had been working in during the battle. Steve had dropped to his knees, wrapped himself around Darcy's midsection and begged her to have mercy on both he and Bucky.
She had taken mercy on them, she was a kind and benevolent Goddess that Bucky and Steve constantly worshipped. But as much as Steve's dream life involved puttering around the modernized farmhouse and cavorting on any available surface with his lovers, Darcy still wanted to be useful to the world at large.
"Goat-boy, we're burning fuel out there. Is he resisting?" Sam could be heard yelling from the front door. "Is your fake Russian ass failing? Do I need to send in a real one?"
"I'm up!" Steve shouted, jumping straight up, the pillow still in his arms. "Don't send Nat!"
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The city of Baltimore knew how to throw quite the party, even at ten in the morning. The little building that had been the birthplace of the American flag centuries ago was surrounded by a joyous crowd of people. There was a large group of people dressed in clothing that Steve could have mistaken for the vibrant and varied outfits in Wakanda, but they were carrying Nigeria's flag in conjunction with the American flag. The music that they were playing was loud and exciting, and they'd gathered a large audience to dance along with them.
There were at least two dozen Asgardians, Steve could recognize nearly every one of the precious few that Thor had managed to deliver to Earth after the destruction of their home planet. They were refugees standing right alongside more Earthly refugees, all gathered there for their naturalization ceremony, pledging their allegiance to their new country's flag right where it was born.
"Didn't know the Asgardians were gonna be here," Bucky frowned. "Darce said that they were applying for citizenship but I didn't realize they'd gotten so far."
"Looks like they passed that civics test that you couldn't pass on your best day," Steve teased, adjusting his cowl as he and Bucky walked from the staging area towards the podium where the festivities would be held.
"You couldn't pass it either, Captain America," Bucky teased right back.
They exchanged pleasantries with the organizers of the event before taking the stage to an excited crowd. Steve was automatically the embodiment of symbolic American values, fairness, perseverance and toughness whether his uniform was red white and blue or dyed black with the patches ripped off. But after Thanos, Bucky was embraced by the American people as well. They'd been through hell and back and gotten tattered and used and were still there, and no one embodied that more than Bucky Barnes, ex-Winter Soldier.
Steve still gave the speeches though, because no matter what the punk said, he was actually really good at them. This speech was no exception.
"The flag isn't a piece of cloth. It's a symbol for a really good idea that people had a few hundred years ago. And it started out with a lot less stars. It changed. Things change. The American people and the American flag are a beautiful thing because we can change too. The fabric of our people is ever changing, just like everything else in this beautiful world. And I look out on this crowd and I see---"
Steve faltered, and Bucky, who usually just stood at Steve's side and recited the pledge when the time came, took a step forward, his eyes squinting at the crowd about to become American citizens.
"Well I'll be damned."
Darcy was standing between the Asgardians and a different extended family from other parts of the world. She waved at them cheerfully before using her hand to gesture at her getup. She was dressed as one of the dames from the Chorus Girl gig Steve had back during World War II, except this one was comprised of blinding red, white and blue sequins and the bustier was doing the Lord's work with her cleavage.
It was a little known fact that Steve and Bucky had added a third to their love affair, and everyone (especially Maria Hill and her security team) preferred it that way. But even fewer people knew that the most patriotically costumed superhero and his metal armed lover had, in fact, been living in fantastic sin with a looker who was born in Canada and was not technically an American citizen. Sam liked to tease that it was blasphemy of some sort, but Steve and Bucky couldn't have cared less.
She gave the boys a jaunty salute with the wrong hand, laughter ringing like a bell in the crowd when a small Asgardian corrected her. She gave up altogether and blew a kiss at her stunned boys. Steve managed to clear his throat and got through the speech and introduced the official to begin the Oath of Allegiance. Steve and Bucky wore nearly identical grins as they watched Darcy say the words and then begin jumping up and down and celebrating with her fellow new Americans.
That was the last they saw of her for hours, the crowd and celebration too raucous and joyous and thick with people (human and Asgardian alike) to find their little ball of soft curves and sass. SHIELD security ushered the super soldiers into a large SUV and took them to a nearby hotel, not one of the fancier ones, but something that promised to have a heated indoor pool and sauna and free breakfast.
Steve's mood was inching towards one that resembled excited golden retriever as the SHIELD liaison herded he and Bucky towards one of the modest suites on the top floor and as soon as they had entered, Steve was off like a rocket, running through the suite and going to the bedroom, where he fairly tackled Darcy to the bed and covered her in enthusiastic, smacking kisses.
"My hair!" Darcy tried to complain through her laughter as Steve planted wet, firm kisses up and down the column of her neck. The bed dipped with additional weight and she held out her hand to Bucky, who was smiling fondly down at his two favorite people on Earth. "Bucky, help, it took me three hours to get my hair into the victory rolls!"
"The best part of doing up your hair like that is getting it all mussed, Doll," Bucky smirked, falling half on top of Steve and Darcy alike and placing his own kisses on the other side of Darcy's neck.
"I should have known that becoming an American citizen would have gotten this goofball aroused," Darcy joked, squealing when Steve's hands began to tickle her up and down her sides.
"It's the excitement of Flag day," Bucky assured her, bending his head to place his own kiss against Steve's temple. "Seeing all that red, white and blue gets him standing at attention."
"You're both jerks," Steve mumbled, his hands going to simultaneously try and undress both of them, nonetheless.
"Rude!" Darcy mock gasped, wiggling around underneath the weight of them. She threw Bucky a thankful wink when he pulled Steve off of her so that she could roll him over to straddle him. She shimmied backwards and her eyebrows bounced up and down playfully. "I'm looking forward to saluting my new nation's flag---pole."
"You're so cheesy, Darce," Steve sighed, a dreamy smile on his face as he placed two hands on her waist. "Love you."
"Hmm, love you too," Darcy bent to kiss him on the lips. She pulled away and kissed Bucky too and murmured against his mouth, "Love you too, too."
"Love you too, too," Bucky repeated their little inside joke, a little of Steve's dreamy smile reflecting in his eyes. "Now, how about we get down to that saluting the flag, little Miss America."
"Sure," Darcy cleared her throat and sat straight up on top of Steve. She opened her mouth and began to warble at top volume, "You're a grand old flag, you're a high flying flag!"
"Sweetheart,stop!" Steve laughed, which didn't deter their girl in the slightest. If anything she began to sing louder, even though she didn’t know any of the proper words. Her off key rendition was one of the sweetest sounds he had ever heard, and he knew Bucky was just as much of a sap as he was, because the man in question cuddled in close to Steve to watch their girl excitedly sing.
“And forever your feet in the waves! You’re the emblem of, the men I love! The bone of the free and the brave!”
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writingformeandyou · 8 years ago
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My OC
I FINALLY DID MY OC SUCKAS!
I decided to use mew-poo’s 100 OC asks, so thank you mew-poo!
I swear, I’m not stealing them!
Name: Veil Hagen Halvorsen (To cover, pasture, and guardian)
Home: Einn-Berg (Alone mountain)
1. What do they smell like?
A lot of lotion from Bath & Body Works (anything marshmallow or pumpkin), some sweat, and very faintly her past meal.
2. What is their voice like? It’s a mix between Yellow Diamond (Steven Universe) and Amethyst (Steven Universe)
3. What is their biggest motivator? Her village elder. He always made her feel safe and aided 
4. What is their most embarrassing memory? Veil one time decided to be a show off to the other children in the marketplace by doing a flip in full armor. She did the flip correctly, but she ended up plummeting into the fountain filled with dirty well water.
5. How do they deal with/react to pain? She gets angry but will also cry, promptly getting angry again and try not to cry as she tends to her wounds.
6. What do they like to wear? Veil likes to wear longer clothes if she’s not in her armor. She lives in the cold, so it makes a lot of sense. Trenchcoats coming down to her ankles, turtlenecks, joggers, etc.
7. Which of their relationships have impacted them most positively? It was all of her relationships in general. All of her boyfriends and girlfriends all had the ‘I don’t give a shit’ attitude and it rubbed off on her. She grew stronger from these and she never cared much about negativity pointed towards her.
8. What’s the weirdest thing they’ve ever eaten? She ate an entire Naga head one time, eyes, brain and all. Her father brought it home after a large hunt and she was the only one brave enough to eat it amoungst her large family.
9. Describe the way that they sleep. She sprawls out across her mattress, drools a lot, kicks, punches, mutters, the whole shabang.
10. What is their favorite food/kind of food? She enjoys a lot of meat and a lot of sweet things. Mostly sweet things. She can make a bakery hide in shame.
11. What do they feel most insecure about? She tends to feel a little bad about her weight. Like I mentioned, she loved sweet things, so she would feel a little bad about herself if her armor had to be reforged. Also her anger issues. She’s brash and aggressive and sassy, so he doesn’t like it if people jump to conclusions and think she’s just an asshole all the time (like some anons out there, I wonder who they are :o )
12. How do they like to dress? Long clothes, even in the heat. Fuck Lestallum’s officers asking and begging her to change into shorts or something. Long clothes are life. She also has some clothes that are hide and fur. She has a nice cloak made of white coeurl fur and bleached behemoth hide she likes to wear.
13. How do they react to feelings of guilt? She stays quiet and lulls over what made her feel guilty. She stays in the darkest and coldest armor she can put on, especially her helm.
14. How do they react to/deal with betrayal? She gets pissed. She will smash apart anything she can get her hands on and smash anything apart. She screams, roars, and growls while breaking down into a pit of tears.
15. What is their greatest achievement? She became the general of her village’s army, always leading her people on hunts and forages.
16. What are they like when they’ve gotten too little sleep? Grumpy and will sleep anywhere. Even on the backside of a Magi-tek engine. The stereotypical black circles show up on her eyes and the grumpiness literally is written on her face in tired wrinkles. 
17. What are they like when they’re drunk? She spills the whole entire factory of beans. You wanna know everything but magically didn’t say a word? Veil will become that old viking who tells you the whole tales of woe. She also slurs and finds fake trees sad.
18. What kind of music do they enjoy? Viking music and metal music.
19. Are they right or left handed? Ambidextrous.
20. Fears? Bugs, uncontrolled fire, dolls, some supernatural creatures i.e. werewolves.
21. Favorite kind of weather? Snow.
22. Favorite color? Icy colors.
23. Do they collect anything? Armor and weapons. She also somehow accumulated a whole stash of teeth from kills.
24. Do they prefer either hot or cold weather more? Cold. She despises the heat.
25. What is their eye color? They change between gray and hazel.
26. What is their race/ethnicity? Northern European.
27. Hair color? Dyed a light lilac.
28. Are they happy where they are currently? Yes.
29. Are they a morning person? No, Veil likes afternoon where everything is alive.
30. Sunrise or sunset? Sunset, because she anticipates the next day.
31. Are they more messy or more organized? Messy, but that is how she stays organized. Whatever she needs, it magically surfaces.
32. Pet peeves? People who get on her about her accent (she gained an accent from talking to an amature jeweler), perfectionists, those who click their gauntlets against metal, people who don’t wash off blood from kills.
33. Do they own any objects of significant personal importance? Her battleaxe she recieved from the elder before he died.
34. Least favorite food? Anything with fish (for the exception of shrimp and prawns).
35. Least favorite color? Pink and yellow.
36. Least favorite smell? Animal feces.
37. When was the last time they cried? During the funeral of the village elder. She had to burn him herself because she was asked.
38. Were they with anybody the last time they cried? The whole village of course.
39. Tell us about one of the times they got injured? She decided to do a local hunt that was closest to the village. Her village never communicates with the outside world, so she basically is the most modern. She decided to take on a quest that had the most amount of gil which turned out to be three behemoths. As she killed the smallest ones, the largest one manages to scratch open her cheek when her helm feel off. She almost went blind in her left eyes.
40. Do they have any scars? Obviously, the scratch marks from the behemoth. It goes from tthe right side of her nose to the lower half of her neck with another claw mark going under her chin and merging in. Otherwise she has brn marks from when her skin came into contact with heated objects or simply dropping a torch on herself or small scratches from hunts or fights.
41. Do they struggle with any mental health issues? Anxiety and psychosis depression.
42. Do they have any bad habits? She bites on her knuckles a lot.
43. Why might someone dislike them? She’s brash and can come off as rude.
44. Why might someone love them? She’s really cuddly and sweet to those that don’t piss her off.
45. Do they believe in ghosts? Yes.
46. Is there anyone they would trust with their lives? The elder, but he’s dead.
47. Are they romantically interested in anyone? No, but she wants to be.
48. Are they dating/married to anyone? No, but she wouldn’t mind.
49. Do they like surprises? Depends on the surprise. A festival? Yeah. Her mother dying from a werewolf attack? Not really.
50. When is their birthday? June 21, the summer solstice.
51. How do they usually celebrate their birthday? A festival is always thrown on someone’s birthday. For hers, since it is in summer, it celebrated by the whole village setting oil drenched metal suns on fire, a lot of firey objects, and a lot of meat.
52. Do they have any family? A deceased mother, a paranoid father who was thrown in jail for being thought of as a werewolf, nine brothers (in order of age: Valdus - 22, Farkas - 19, Mass - 18, Bjor & Reger - 17, Halvard & Halvdan - 16, Kilmar - 15, Alois - 10) and six sisters (in order of age: Veil - 23, Adelaide - 19, Leandra - 18, Selda - 17, Hildred & Gladys - 15 and Blondine - 10). Don’t get me started on the amount of aunts and uncles and cousins she has. She is the oldest sibling.
53. Are they close to their family? Yes. Mainly with her younger sister Adelaide.
54. What is their MBTI type? INFP -  Idealistic, loyal to their values and to people who are important to them.
55. What is their zodiac sign? Gemini - The Twins.
56. What Hogwarts House would they be in? Gryffindor.
57. What D&D alignment are they? Chaotic Good
58. Do they ever have nightmares? If so, what about? Yes. It is about an attack on the village when she is not there or finding out that something slaughtered her family.
59. What are their views on death? She sees it as a place to either stay in the clouds and drink mead all day or to start over.
60. What is something that they’re sure to laugh at? Aimals doing something adorable.
61. When bored, how do they pass time? She plays with the fingers of her gauntlets or runs her fingers along the horns of her helm. Sometimes she hums songs under her breath.
62. Do they enjoy being outside? Yes.
63. Do they have an accent? She has a mix between a New England accent and a Norse accent. It sounds good actually.
64. Upon seeing a slice of chocolate cake, what is their first reaction? If it’s someone else’s, she’ll leave it alone. But if it a sibling’s or a cousin’s, fair game.
65. If they knew they were going to die, what would they do/say? She’ll take it on head first.
66. How do they feel about sex? She doesn’t care much about it, mainly because she doesn’t think about it. If it happens, it happens.
67. What is their sexuality? Pansexual - The sexual attraction to a person of any sex or gender.
68. Do they become squeamish at the sight of blood? No.
69. Is there anything that they find really gross? Flatuence and vomit.
70. Which TV Trope(s) best describes them? Jerk With A Heart Of Gold One Woman Army Deadpan Snarker Big Sister Badass Girl
71. Do they enjoy helping people? Very much.
72. Are they allergic to anything? Cinnamon (rip), pollen, dandelions, dogs.
73. Do they have a pet? A pigmy goat named Lítill Fótr (Little Foot)
74. Are they quick to anger? What are they like when they loose their temper? Very.
75. How patient are they? It depends on the subject
76. Are they good at cooking? Very.
77. Favorite insult? Do they insult people often? ‘You’re the biggest person here, bitch!’ “I thought I was, until you walked in with that nose of yours.” Or “You remind me of one of those Russian dolls: You’re full of yourself.”
78. How do they act when they’re particularly happy? She’s kinder and always has a small smile on her face.
79. What do they do when they learn about other people’s fears? If it is her family, she will go through everything to use it against them. If it is someone else, she will do everything in her power to protect them from their fear.
80. Are they trustworthy? Very.
81. Do they try to hide their emotions? Are they good at it? It depends. If she’s pissed, curious or depressed it shows. Everything else it barely shows.
82. Do they exercise regularly? The only exercise she gets is when she goes on hunts. Otherwise, she’s lazy.
83. Are they comfortable with the way they look? Mostly, until you get to her height (5 feet) and her stomach & waist region.
84. What are some physical features that they find attractive on people? Height (tallness). Strong jawlines. Big hands.
85. What kind of personalities do they find attractive? Brash yet kind.
86. Do they like sweet foods? VERY MUCH!
87. What is their age? 23 years olds.
88. Are they tall or short or somewhere in between? Short.
89. Do they wear glasses or contacts? None.
90. Do they consider themselves attractive? She finds herself at least 75% attractive.
91. What is their sense of humor like? She uses truth in her humor unless it comes to insults.
92. What mood are they most often in? Mellow.
93. What kinds of things anger them? Some outsiders, those who try to steal from her, picking on her and her family, bringing up her parents, etc.
94. Outlook on life? You focus on yourself first, then worry about others. It can be a cruel place if you do’t figure things out first.
95. What kind of things make them sad/depressed? War, death to those who didn’t deserve it, plaugues.
96. What is their greatest weakness? Paranoia.
97. What is their greatest strength? Loyalty.
98. Something that they regret? Not being at home when her mother was slaughtered.
99. Biggest accomplishment? Becoming the general of the village’s army.
100. Create your own! - What does she look like? 5 feet tall, chubby, long and messy lilac dyed hair that goes past her waist, sharp gray/hazel eyes, a small nose, plush pale pink lips, thick eyebrows, broad shoulders, big breasts, pale olive skin, small ears, thick legs, small feet (about a size 6), a tattoo of Shiva on her back, a nice-sized booty.
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chasingthecosmos · 5 years ago
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By Any Other Name
Fandom: Doctor Who Rating: T Pairing: The Doctor/Rose Tyler, Eleventh Doctor/Rose Tyler (The Doctor/Clara Oswald, Eleventh Doctor/Clara Oswald) Chapters: 14/26 Read on AO3 here.
��Rose Tyler was dying - or, at least, she was relatively certain that that’s what was happening …” A Season 7 AU where Rose returns to her home universe only to find that 100 years have passed and nothing is quite the way that she remembers it. She wakes up with a new body, a new life, and a new Doctor. What has the Bad Wolf gotten her into this time? The 50th Anniversary will be included in this story.
"Okay, so ... not London 1893 - Yorkshire 1893. Near enough!"
Rose watched with amused fascination as the Doctor bolted from the TARDIS and quickly assessed their new surroundings.
"Are you doing this on purpose?" she asked, narrowing her eyes at him but unable to hide the wry, upward turn of her lips.
"What?" the Doctor asked, whirling back to face her as he shoved his hands into his pockets. "What are you talking about? Doing what on purpose?"
"You keep taking us to the same sorts of places," Rose insisted, smoothing out the skirts of her period, late-nineteenth century dress as she watched him. "First the rings of Akhaten with all of the aliens, now we're all dressed up for the 1800s. I mean, is Charles Dickens going to be waiting just around the corner? Or, I don't know, have you got the Face of Boe tucked away somewhere?"
The Doctor gaped at her for a moment with a look of shocked offense. "This isn't the same!" he insisted, stepping closer and scowling down at her. "This is completely different! We went to Akhaten for a festival, not an 'end of the world' party - and there were carnivorous suns and zombies in pyramids! And this is way off from 1860s Cardiff - Charles Dickens has been dead for decades! And there was loads of stuff in between there, too, I'll have you know. Or have you already forgotten the Ice Warriors and the ghosts?"
"I don't know ..." Rose teased in a sing-song voice, "looks to me like you might be running out of ideas. Maybe you're just not as impressive as you used to be, eh, Doctor?"
"Oh, you ..." the Doctor growled, though his goofy smile took away from the menacing effect that he was attempting to muster up. "I'll show you impressive, Miss. Oswald."
And for once, the false name didn't irk her the way that it usually did. In fact, it excited Rose to know that even though the Doctor now knew her true name, he was keeping it to himself - a shared secret, just between the two of them. She grinned up at the mischievous twinkle in his eyes and sent out a silent prayer to the universe in hopes that maybe this time her happily-ever-after would actually last.
The Doctor was leaning so close to her now that Rose was beginning to wonder if he was actually going to just bend down and snog her right there against the side of his police box in broad daylight when a shrill, female scream suddenly rang out across the cobblestones around them. Both of them immediately glanced in the direction of the impending mystery and then flashed each other wide smiles out of the corners of their eyes.
"Impressed yet?" the Doctor muttered under his breath.
"Not yet," Rose teased. "Show me more."
He grabbed her hand with a wild smile and they were off without another word.
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"Doctor and Mrs. Smith," Mrs. Gillyflower greeted them warmly. "Oh, yes, you'll do very nicely."
"Oh, grand. Smashing!" the Doctor exclaimed in a forced accent as he folded his hands behind his back and bounced joyfully on the balls of his feet. "Eh, the missus and I couldn't be more chuffed, could we, love?" He threw an arm around Rose's shoulders, pulling her tight to him as he smiled down at her in excitement.
Rose tilted her head towards the strange old woman and flashed her a sweet smile, but as soon as Mrs. Gillyflower's back was turned, she raised a dubious brow in the Doctor's direction.
"'Mrs. Smith'?" she hissed under her breath. "Didn't think I had enough aliases already?"
"Oh, come on, it's a great name!" the Doctor whispered back, his hand squeezing her shoulder encouragingly. "Easy to remember, too."
"It's a bit ... Bond, if you ask me," Rose muttered as they both nodded towards Mrs. Gillyflower with matching fake smiles and allowed her to lead them off further into the utopian paradise that she had set up. "And since when is your go-to cover story marriage? I remember back in the day when your one goal was to convince other people that we weren't a couple."
"Yes, yes, that was a long time ago," the Doctor replied, waving his hand at her dismissively. "I was young and restless, didn't want to be tied down."
"You were nine-hundred-and-one," Rose hissed through her teeth, shaking his arm off from around her shoulders so that she could tuck her hands primly against his elbow. "Love the voice, by the way," she whispered. "Miss the northern accent sometimes."
"Yes, and I miss the blonde hair every now and then, but you don't hear me going on about it," the Doctor grumbled under his breath.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Rose demanded, her smile instantly falling away as she stared up at him with a mixture of surprise and hurt. "Have you got a problem with my new face?" The new face that she had taken on specifically so that she could be here with him, she thought bitterly.
"Oh, I certainly didn't say that," the Doctor replied, giving her a very pointed, appreciative once-over as he let his hand reach up to cover hers against his arm. Rose couldn't help but grin at his sly smile as he managed to instantly settle her self-conscious doubts.
Mrs. Gillyflower finally interrupted them, then, as she turned to see that they had fallen a good distance behind her. "It's always the same with you newlyweds," she called back to them good-naturedly. "You get so distracted by one another that you forget that you leave an old woman waiting."
"Oh, we're not newlyweds," the Doctor replied as he lengthened his stride to catch up with their hostess. "Just have a lot of catching up to do."
The elderly woman looked between the two of them with a lost expression, to which Rose piped up helpfully, "It's complicated."
Mrs. Gillyflower smiled and shook her head at them as she replied, "Well, nothing is complicated in Sweetville! In fact, I think you'll find very soon that you won't have to worry about a thing ever again."
But then she proceeded to show them into a room where she had people propped up like dolls beneath giant glass domes and things suddenly got just that much more complicated.
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Rose came to in waves after she had somehow managed to survive Mrs. Gillyflower's strange preservation and containment process. She could hear voices talking around her, but her clouded mind couldn't quite seem to make sense of what they were saying.
"I know who you think she is, but she isn't."
"I was right, then. You and Clara have unfinished business!"
The world tilted then, and Rose finally blinked open her eyes as she stumbled forward and fell into the Doctor's waiting arms.
"Hello, stranger," he murmured gently as she blinked hard in an attempt to force her eyes to focus.
He was smiling down at her and with her thoughts still hazy and her inhibitions limited, Rose wasn't able to fight the urge to reach out and run her fingers clumsily over his lips. "Doctor ..." she hummed pleasantly, her own smile unfocused and goofy as she looked up at him through slightly hooded eyes.
The Doctor smirked against her fingertips as he shifted his grip on her and attempted to center her back on her own two feet again. "Clara," he whispered back, raising his eyebrows at her pointedly as though to make sure that she remembered that she had a new name and a role to play.
As Rose looked over his shoulder and her thoughts slowly fell back into alignment, she realized why he was being so cautious - they weren't alone. "Hi," she muttered awkwardly, staring up at the reptilian woman and her human counterpart standing just behind the Doctor. They looked familiar, but in her dazed state, Rose couldn't quite place where she knew them from. "What's going on?" she asked, turning back to the Doctor questioningly.
"Oh, haven't you heard, love?" he replied, throwing on his fake accent once more as he smiled down at her with affection. "There's trouble at the mill."
When Rose did nothing but continue to blink up at him without even a hint of comprehension, he threw his thumb over his shoulder in the direction of their companions and whispered, "She's a lizard."
"Yes, I can see that," Rose muttered sardonically as she finally forced herself to step out of the Doctor's supportive embrace. "But I'm almost certain that's not how she prefers to be introduced."
She stepped past the Doctor without another word and smiled brightly at the two women watching them, sticking out her hand in polite greeting. "Hello, let's try this again. I'm Clara," she introduced herself, not even pausing or stumbling over her fake name. "I'm sorry about him," she added, rolling her eyes in the Doctor's direction. "He's rubbish with introductions."
Rose's memories were slowly falling back into place once more and she realized suddenly that she recognized the two strangers from the Bad Wolf's trial run at Christmas. The human woman was the one to finally step forward and take Rose's hand, but even if Rose hadn't already seen the two women in action against the snowmen, it was easy to tell that the reptilian one was the mistress of the household - it was clear in the way that she carried herself.
"It's nice to meet you, Miss. Clara," the human woman replied with a nervous smile. "I'm Jenny, and this is Madame Vastra."
"Right!" Rose said, smiling cheerily as Vastra silently and suspiciously eyed her up and down. "It's nice to meet you both." Rose figured that it would be easier to pretend for now that she didn't know who they were, and let the Doctor decide what information was safe to divulge later.
"But Doctor, I don't understand ..." Madame Vastra muttered as she slid her weary gaze towards the Doctor.
"Yeah? Me, neither," the Doctor agreed breezily. "Nothing new, really - just try to make it up as I go along, mostly. Speaking of which, there's a crazy old lady dunking young, attractive humans into magic red slime. Anyone wanna take a crack at that one?"
Madame Vastra rolled her eyes in a long-suffering gesture that Rose knew only too well from her own personal use, and motioned for them to follow her further down the hallway. "This way," she instructed them hastily. "I think I might just know what's behind all of this ..."
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After the leech from the dawn of time had been destroyed and Sweetville's factory had been shut down for good, the Doctor seemed eager to get Rose back into the TARDIS where he could conceal her from his other companions and their probing, curious gazes.
"Right, London! We were heading for London, weren't we?" he asked as he busily steered Rose away from Jenny, Vastra, and Strax and pointedly placed himself between her and their prying eyes.
"Was there any particular reason?" Rose asked, patiently allowing herself to be corralled back towards his time ship.
"No! No, just thought you might ... like it," the Doctor replied sheepishly, flashing her a nervous smile.
Rose narrowed her eyes on him in suspicion, but she nodded slowly and stepped obediently through the TARDIS doors all the same. "Don't be too long," she whispered under her breath as she flashed the Doctor a parting wink.
"You're the boss," he shrugged dismissively.
"Am I ...?" she asked, smiling suggestively in his direction.
The Doctor chuckled as he flashed her a wide grin, shoving his hands back into his pockets as he walked backwards away from her towards where the rest of their companions stood waiting. "'Course you are," he replied quietly. "Never been able to say no to you, have I?"
Rose smiled at him as he raised his eyebrows at her and then spun on his heel to make their final excuses and farewells. He didn't take long at all and Rose couldn't help but feel a little guilty for leaving Jenny, Vastra, and Strax in the dark, but she knew that until more could be known about her current situation, it was probably best to limit the knowledge of her true existence as much as possible.
"So are we really going back to London?" Rose asked curiously as she rounded the console and watched the Doctor set their next destination.
He whipped off his period bowler hat and spun it wildly off into one of the surrounding balconies before roughly scrubbing his hands through his hair as he spun to face her. "Sure! Why not?" he exclaimed as he flashed her a wide smile. "Figured we'd check up on our dear Clara and the little life that she left behind, what do you say?
"I suppose so ..." Rose replied slowly, frowning slightly at the console controls as she thought back to the small, unfamiliar house and the strange family that she had left behind. Why had the Bad Wolf placed her there in the first place? Who were those people? Just how far did this alias go?
"We don't have to, you know," the Doctor reminded her after a few moments of watching her deflated expression. "We've got whole universes to see - all of it out there, just waiting for you, Rose Tyler."
Rose flashed him a winning smile, wondering what she had ever done to deserve such a fantastic, impossible man in her life. "London it is, then," she agreed, nodding at him with firm approval. "Domestics first, then you can show me the stars."
The Doctor grinned and offered her a mock salute before yanking hard on the dematerialization lever and sending them whirling back to the present day.
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allwicca · 7 years ago
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Staying Pagan During The “Holiday Season”
Winter Solstice has been celebrated in cultures the world over for thousands of years. This start of the solar year is a celebration of Light and the rebirth of the Sun.
The ancient Roman festival of Saturnalia is perhaps the most closely linked with the modern celebration of Christmas. This festival happened around the time of the winter solstice and celebrated the end of the planting season. There were games and feasts and gift-giving for several days, and social order was inverted—slaves did not work and were briefly treated as equals.
Even Antarctica gets its share of solstice celebration, thanks to the researchers staying there over the long, dangerously cold season. While we in the Northern Hemisphere are enjoying the most daylight hours, in the Southern Hemisphere they are celebrating Midwinter. Festivities include special meals, films, and sometimes even handmade gifts.
Although winter is the season of dormancy, darkness and cold, the December Solstice marks the “turning of the Sun” and the days slowly get longer. Celebrations of the lighter days to come and nature’s continuing cycle have been common throughout cultures and history with feasts, festivals and holidays around the December Solstice.
In modern times Christians all over the world celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ on Christmas Day, which falls on December 25.
However, it’s believed that this date was chosen to offset pagan celebrations of Saturnalia and Natalis Invicti. Some believe that celebrating the birth of the “true light of the world” was set in synchronization with the December solstice because from that point onwards, the days began to have more daylight in the Northern Hemisphere.
Yule is also known as Alban Arthan and was one of the “Lesser Sabbats” of the Wiccan year in a time when ancient believers celebrated the rebirth of the Sun God and days with more light. This took place annually around the time of the December solstice and lasted for 12 days. The Lesser Sabbats fall on the solstices and equinoxes.
The Feast of Juul was a pre-Christian festival observed in Scandinavia at the time of the December solstice. Fires were lit to symbolize the heat, light and life-giving properties of the returning sun. A Yule or Juul log was brought in and burned on the hearth in honor of the Scandinavian god Thor.
A piece of the log was kept as both a token of good luck and as kindling for the following year’s log. In England, Germany, France and other European countries, the Yule log was burned until nothing but ash remained. The ashes were then collected and either strewn on the fields as fertilizer every night until Twelfth Night or kept as a charm and or as medicine.
French peasants believed that if the ashes were kept under the bed, they would protect the house against thunder and lightning. The present-day custom of lighting a Yule log at Christmas is believed to have originated in the bonfires associated with the feast of Juul.
Saturnalia in Ancient Rome
In Ancient Rome the Winter Solstice festival Saturnalia began on December 17 and lasted for seven days.
Saturday: Day of Saturn
Saturnalian banquets were held from as far back as around 217 BCE. The festival was held to honor Saturn, the father of the gods and was characterized by the suspension of discipline and reversal of the usual order. Grudges and quarrels were forgotten while businesses, courts and schools were closed. Wars were interrupted or postponed and slaves were served by their masters. Masquerades often occurred during this time.
It was traditional to offer gifts of imitation fruit (a symbol of fertility), dolls (symbolic of the custom of human sacrifice), and candles (reminiscent of the bonfires traditionally associated with pagan solstice celebrations). A mock king was chosen, usually from a group of slaves or criminals, and although he was permitted to behave in an unrestrained manner for seven days of the festival, he was usually killed at the end. The Saturnalia eventually degenerated into a week-long spree of debauchery and crime – giving rise to the modern use of the tern saturnalia, meaning a period of unrestrained license and revelry.
Most of the customs, lore, symbols, and rituals associated with “Christmas” actually are linked to Winter Solstice celebrations of ancient Pagan cultures. While Christian mythology is interwoven with contemporary observances of this holiday time, its Pagan nature is still strong and apparent. Pagans today can readily re-Paganize Christmastime and the secular New Year by giving a Pagan spiritual focus to existing holiday customs and by creating new traditions that draw on ancient ways. Here are some ways to do this:
How To Celebrate As A Pagan
Celebrate Yule with a series of rituals, feasts, and other activities. In most ancient cultures, the celebration lasted more than a day.
Have Winter Solstice Eve and Day be the central focus for your household, and conceptualize other holiday festivities, including New Year’s office parties and Christmas visits with Christian relatives, as part of your Solstice celebration. By adopting this perspective, Pagan parents can help their children develop an understanding of the multicultural and interfaith aspects of this holiday time and view “Christmas” as just another form of Solstice. Have gift exchanges and feasts over the course of several days and nights as was done of old. Party hearty on New Year’s Eve not just to welcome in the new calendar year, but also to welcome the new solar year. Adorn the home with sacred herbs and colors.
Decorate your home in Druidic holiday colors red, green, and white. Place holly, ivy, evergreen boughs, and pine cones around your home, especially in areas where socializing takes place. Hang a sprig of mistletoe above a major threshold and leave it there until next Yule as a charm for good luck throughout the year. Have family/household members join together to make or purchase an evergreen wreath. Include holiday herbs in it and then place it on your front door to symbolize the continuity of life and the wheel of the year. If you choose to have a living or a harvested evergreen tree as part of your holiday decorations, call it a Solstice tree and decorate it with Pagan symbols.
Convey love to family, friends, and associates. At the heart of Saturnalia was the custom of family and friends feasting together and exchanging presents. Continue this custom by visiting, entertaining, giving gifts, and sending greetings by mail and/or phone. Consider those who are and/or have been important in your life and share appreciation. Reclaim Santa Claus as a Pagan Godform.
Santa Claus?
Today’s Santa is a folk figure with multicultural roots. He embodies characteristics of Saturn (Roman agricultural god), Cronos (Greek god, also known as Father Time), the Holly King (Celtic god of the dying year), Father Ice/Grandfather Frost (Russian winter god), Thor (Norse sky god who rides the sky in a chariot drawn by goats), Odin/Wotan (Scandinavian/Teutonic All-Father who rides the sky on an eight-legged horse), Frey (Norse fertility god), and the Tomte (a Norse Land Spirit known for giving gifts to children at this time of year). Santa’s reindeer can be viewed as forms of Herne, the Celtic Horned God. Decorate your home with Santa images that reflect His Pagan heritage. Honor the Goddess as Great Mother. Place Pagan Mother Goddess images around your home. You may also want to include one with a Sun child, such as Isis with Horus. Pagan Goddess forms traditionally linked with this time of year include Tonantzin (Native Mexican corn mother), Holda (Teutonic earth goddess of good fortune), Bona Dea (Roman women’s goddess of abundance and prophecy), Ops (Roman goddess of plenty), Au Set/Isis (Egyptian/multicultural All Goddess whose worship continued in Christian times under the name Mary), Lucina/St. Lucy (Roman/Swedish goddess/saint of light), and Befana (Italian Witch who gives gifts to children at this season).
Honor the new solar year with light. Do a Solstice Eve ritual in which you meditate in darkness and then welcome the birth of the sun by lighting candles and singing chants and Pagan carols. If you have a indoor fireplace or an outdoor fire circle, burn an oak log as a Yule log and save a bit to start next year’s fire.
Decorate the inside and/or outside of your home with electric colored lights. Because of the popularity of five-pointed stars as holiday symbols, this is a good time to display a pentagram of blue or white lights.
Contribute to the manifestation of more wellness on Planet Earth. Donate food and clothing to poor in your area. Volunteer time at a social service agency. Put up bird feeders and keep them filled throughout the winter to supplement the diets of wild birds.
Donate funds and items to non-profit groups, such as Pagan/Wiccan churches and environmental organizations. Meditate on world peace. Work magic for a healthier planet.
Make a pledge to do some form of good works in the new solar year.
Sources:
Selena Fox, Campanelli, Pauline & Dan, Wheel of the Year: Living the Magical Life. St. Paul: LLewellyn, 1989, pages 1-16. Crim, Keith, editor, The Perennial Dictionary of World Religions. San Francisco: Harper & Row, 1989, pages 154, 182. Ek, Hildur, Jul Tomtar, Jul Bockar and Sheaves of Grain. Lindsborg, KS: Barbos Printing, 1983. Farrar, Janet & Stewart, Eight Sabbats for Witches. London: Hale, 1981, chapter 11. Funk & Wagnalls, Standard Dictionary of Folklore, Mythology and Legend. New York: Funk & Wagnalls, 1979, pages 229-230, 974-975, Royale, Duncan, History of Santa: from 2000 BC to the 20th Century. Fullerton, CA: M. E. Duncan, 1987. Scullard, H. H., Festivals and Ceremonies of the Roman Republic. Ithaca, NY: Cornell University Press, 1981. pages 205-212.
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tsuri-chan · 7 years ago
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Detektiv Conan Sherry Edition
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Included cases:
The Girl from the Black Organization and the University Professor Murder Case (Volume 18, chapters 176-178, episode 129)
The Final Screening Murder Case (Volume 23, chapters 222-224, episodes 138-139)
The Desperate Revival (Volume 25-26, chapters 251-255 (partly), episodes 188-190 (partly))
The Evidence that didn’t Disappear (Volume 29, chapters 290-292, episodes 233-234)
The Forgotten Memento from the Crime (Volume 33, chapters 335-337, episodes 269-270)
Mitsuhiko’s Mystifying Forest (Volume 35, chapters 358-360, episodes 289-290)
Festival Dolls Dyed in the Setting Sun (Volume 38, chapters 384-386, episodes 312-313)
A Friendship that can’t be Bought (Volume 39, chapters 398-400, episodes 329-330)
Bonus material:
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Favorite case: The Girl from the Black Organization and the University Professor Murder Case
Least favorite case: Basically the rest, but Festival Dolls Dyed in the Setting Sun is the worst
Rating:
2/10 Ai Haibara cases
If you don’t want to read me raging over this selection, just skip it. Also, this will be the longest rating of my life.
I don’t really know how to start, because this is a horrible selection. So let’s begin with the good things about it: It’s still a Detective Conan Comics Special and you can still get lots of content for little money.
Now the bad things: Basically all the cases seemed to be out of place. This is because they have very little Ai Haibara moments and the cases aren’t the strongest. Let’s face it 90% of them are bad. If this would be a Detective Boys selection, this would actually be a successful choice.
Now, all these cases are set between episode 129 and 330. I made a selection of cases, which I would have wanted / expected in this selction and all of them are in this margin:
Episode 129: The complete The Girl from the Black Organization and the University Professor Murder Case (without stopping at her real character introduction / background story)
Episode 136-137: The Old Blue Castle Investigation Case
Episode 176-178: Reunion with the Black Organization (How can this case not be in the Sherry edition?! This is one of two times that we’re seeing Ai as Sherry!)
Episode 212-213: Mushrooms, Bears, and the Detective Boys
Episode 230-231: The Mysterious Passenger
Episode 279-280: Hooligan's Labyrinth
Episode 340-341: Hidden Bathroom Secret
As the 8th case: Either episode 246-247: The Mystery in the Net, episode 346-347: Find the Buttock's Mark or if we leave the margin, episode 699-700: The Shadow Approaching Haibara's Secret
All of these would have been stronger cases and would contain more of Ai Haibara than we got in this “Sherry Edition”
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