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crushsung · 1 year ago

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#CRUSHSUNG: ind. original character roleplay blog. written by dillon; twenty-five, they/them, lesbian. triggering themes will be present. mutuals only, minors do not interact.

a study in: fallen angels, gifted child burnout, alter egos, the obsessed artist, desire to be great or nothing, self-destruction, self-mythologizing, reinvention, reclaiming your own narrative.

LINKS: verses. headcanons. playlist. pinterest. interest tracker. OTHER BLOG(S): praybird. nepoboyfriend. visceraldose.

RULES:

triggering content will be present, including but not limited to themes involving past emotional abuse/domestic violence, child neglect/exploitation, implied grooming, and substance use. none of these subjects will be written in graphic detail, but are prevalent in alice's story. i will tag whatever i can, but please use your own discretion if you decide to follow.

i do not have a ton of triggers myself, but i do ask that others please tag images of snails, slugs, and any content involving self harm.

i'm open to writing n.sfw content if we have (heavily) plotted and know each other fairly well, but i'd prefer to keep anything of an explicit nature on disc.ord. sexual content may be implied here and there, but won't be written graphically here.

iconless, mostly. sometimes not. not particular focused on visual aesthetic at the moment; i keep formatting fairly simple, but feel free to do whatever works best for you.

a little bit about me: hi, i'm dillon. aspiring screenwriter, gothic horror enthusiast, would-be hamlet impersonator, best friend of snoopy, and many other things. i've been working on a tv script featuring alice and several other characters for some time now. i have insomnia so i'm often here at odd hours. mutuals are always welcome to bother me, either here or on disc.ord (available on request!)

TEMPORARY BIO:

name. alice hélène brennan. nicknames/alias. known professionally as liddell. allie/ally or liss to select friends and partners. lissy to her mother. gender. cis woman. pronouns. she/her. birthday. august 30. age. verse dependent, 24+ in main. sexuality. bisexual, closeted. a lot of speculation and debate about this amongst the fans and media, many claim that she's dropped 'hints' in her work, but she's never confirmed or denied anything. parents. celine bouchard and owen brennan. siblings. leo brennan and nolan brennan. current location. manhattan, new york. birthplace. vancouver, british columbia. spoken languages. english (fluent), french (fluent). education. high school graduate. homeschooled from 9th to 12th grade. occupation. former musician. current poet/novelist. later film composer. faceclaim. daisy edgar-jones (main), stacy martin (alt), mackenzie davis (older) voiceclaim. riley keough. eye colour. brown. hair colour. brown. body type. slim build. height. 5'6" scent. bergamot, jasmine, honey, sea breeze, sandalwood. typically wears aegea blossom eau de parfum by aerin. tattoos/piecings. see board. personality. abrasive, distant, passionate, protective, stoic, thoughtful.

everybody knows you. nobody knows you. you don't let them.

they know versions of you - some that you allow, some that they crafted on their own. the child prodigy. a household name before you were in high school. something special, at least for awhile. before things got twisted, before you lost control of the narrative. you didn't really want any of that to begin with, but they insisted. mom and dad. crafty social climbers.

mom and dad. they might be the two people who know you the least. they never really wanted you to begin with, but you were useful. a means to an end. they split up eventually, because of course, nothing like that ever lasts. you often wonder if they ever loved each other. you know for certain that they didn't love you.

dad's got a new family now. you don't talk to them, or him. mom still calls, sometimes she visits. you always feel so guilty whenever she's around.

you don't make music anymore, but your name is still in the headlines. most of it's about your personal life. they always loved that stuff. your first kiss was documented - remember that? it made you feel sick after, how a private moment was taken and made public for everyone to see. you've never had a relationship that wasn't on display.

maybe that's why it didn't work with adam. it never felt like he was just yours or that you were just his. he loved you, or at least you think he did. but you didn't really know how to love him back. you let him go, even though it hurt. because you're a heartbreaker, or so they say.

or maybe it's that you're too damaged to be known. roy did a number on you. you still think about him sometimes, even though it's been years. you see his face everywhere. they play his songs in grocery stores. the worst part of all this, despite all he put you through, is that he might very well be the person who knew you the best. it was four years, after all. (it was longer than four years, but you aren't supposed to say that.) roy said a lot of things that weren't true about you, but some of them were. you were cruel, callous. he made you that way. you don't know how to unmake yourself.

SUMMARY:

alice - better known by her stage name 'liddell' - is a recognizable figure. famous since she was 13, once hailed as a child prodigy, several award winning albums.

has twin half-brothers, 16 years her junior, named leo and nolan on her father's side. doesn't have much of a relationship with them, only sees them on special occasions.

had a relationship with another musician and producer - roy taylor, you might know him too - since she was 18, ended when she was 22. emotionally fraught, sometimes abusive relationship. messy breakup. he had quite a few unflattering things to say about her in the end. the general public sided with him on that. she left the music industry shortly after.

also previously dated adam roswell - frontman of a punk band called blemishes. fans and press gave him the nickname 'nepo boyfriend', due to the supposed 'career boost' that came with being associated with her.

currently writes poetry and fiction. has published a poetry collection titled 'crush songs' - well reviewed, decent sales, but nowhere near the numbers she had as musician. currently working on a novel about the complex relationship between a young woman and her father - semi-autobiographical.

undiagnosed autism. special interests are ... well, as a teenager, she carried around dog-eared paperback copy of hamlet and jeff buckley's album grace on cassette tape everywhere she went. it's that serious. also likes architecture and interior design - specifically hotels. she has a bucket list of places to visit.

primarily smokes hand-rolled cigarettes. picked it up from a pretentious fuck she had a crush on when she was 15. it's pointless, but she just likes it now. will smoke store bought if it's what's available.

INFLUENCES: beth harmon, the queen's gambit (2020 miniseries). camille preaker, sharp objects (novel and 2018 miniseries). daisy jones, daisy jones and the six (novel and 2023 miniseries). her smell (2018). marianne sheridan, normal people (novel and 2020 miniseries). sally draper, mad men (2007-2015). sydney barrett, legion (2017-2019). the music of jeff buckley. the music of lucy dacus. the public image/media perception of taylor swift.

#pinned.#dni.

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themusicenthusiast · 7 years ago

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Single Review: “Love Blows” by Lissie

The title behind what is Lissie’s final promotional single in advance of Castles (due for release on March 23rd via Lionboy Records) says it all. “Love Blows”. At the same time, the latest single from Castles goes so much deeper than what the title suggests. The most blatant sentiment is that, yeah, love blows, the whole thing of having feelings for another person being so brutal, grueling and taxing. “Love Blows” transcends those basic emotions that can stem from pain caused by the object of one’s affection, though, exploring the real reasons why a broken heart is so painful. “I look around and all I see are the reminders of a dream that died. A sort of suicide, a love denied, a life incomplete…” Lissie begins, the track focusing on what could have been and how tortures it is to dwell on how different life may have been if things had worked out differently. Going even further, it examines the insecurities that can haunt people, how, thanks to perpetuated stereotypes, some can feel inferior to others when it comes to looks and thus inadequate.

Those are two vastly different but equally compelling perspectives, “Love Blows’” specialty being how well it conveys this duality. For example, on one hand the track deals with pining over and desperately wanting a person, yet it simultaneously comes across as being a big F U to the entire concept of love. Having been hurt so badly that you’re over it and don’t want to think about it. At times Lissie portrays herself as being vulnerable and open, while at other portions her strength and resolve is unquestionable; such contrasts being the defining aspect of the track. An intriguing blend of modern pop components with some indie rock flare and a full-on singer/songwriter persona, it’s obvious that “Love Blows” is something special. The subtle pop elements come in the form of the programming that works in the background, being crucial to the overall sound, but never diluting the final product. The beat is rather monotone, though the way it and the other instruments coalesce results in something that is quite organic and so rich and vivid. And through it all Lissie’s stunning voice shines, guiding it through the highs and lows. While it doesn’t test her limits as a vocalist, it does demand a ton of emotion, which the songstress delivers in spades. She sounds defeated and broken, just empty in the aftermath of a breakup. The way she utters “…But I'm just gonna say it, what everybody knows: love blows,” sounds rather matter-of-factly, like a harsh truth that is being grappled with. Yet her voice is still teeming with passion and energy. “Love Blows” is certainly something special, a well-crafted song that is magnified thanks to all the fine nuances that can be found in it, brilliantly accenting the track and allowing it to reach its full, grand potential. It’s something different from the previous tracks released from Castles, hopefully meaning that the record will have a lot to offer sonically speaking with Lissie covering a lot of ground. Fans will be able to find out if that is true soon. Pre-order Castles on: iTunes | Google Play | Amazon MP3 Visit Lissie’s websites: Official Website | Facebook | Twitter | Youtube Current Shows: 2018 March 23--HMV Instore--London, United Kingdom 24--Banquet All Saints Church--London, United Kingdom 25--Resident Instore--Brighton, United Kingdom 26--Pie & Vinyl--Southsea, United Kingdom 27--HMV Instore--Manchester, United Kingdom 29--The Leadmill--Sheffield, United Kingdom 30--The Horn--St Albans, United Kingdom April 6--Oran Mor--Glasgow, United Kingdom 8—Gorilla—Manchester, United Kingdom 9--Village Underground--London, United Kingdom 10—Omeara--London, United Kingdom 12—BITTERZOET--Amsterdam, Netherlands 13--Studio 672--Cologne, Germany 14—Privatclub--Berlin, Germany 16—Nochtspeicher--Hamburg, Germany 18--Bar Brooklyn--Stockholm, Sweden 19—Røverstaden--Oslo, Norway 21—Grieghall--Bergen, Norway 23--Bogen F--Zurich, Switzerland 25--Big Four Lawn, Waterfront Park--Louisville, KY May 2--Teragram Ballroom--Los Angeles, CA 3--The Independent--San Francisco, CA 6--Doug Fir Lounge--Portland, OR 7--The Crocodile--Seattle, WA 8—Imperial--Vancouver, Canada 16—Adelaide--Toronto, Canada 17--The Ark--Ann Arbor, MI 18—SPACE--Chicago, IL 20--Mr. Smalls Theatre--Millvale, PA 22--The Sinclair--Cambridge, MA 23--Bowery Ballroom--New York, NY 25--World Cafe Live--Philadelphia, PA 26--9:30 Club--Washington, DC June 2--Laura's Legacy--Rock Island, IL 5--Dallas Arboretum & Botanical Garden--Dallas, TX 7--Bonnaroo Music & Arts Festival--Manchester, TN 9--Rjukan Rock Festival--Rjukan, Norway July 13--Cornbury Music Festival--Greens Norton, United Kingdom 16--The Watering Hole--Perranporth, United Kingdom August 4--Tjuvholmen Arena--Hamar, Norway

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fallen029 · 8 years ago

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Get-Together

“Do you think you could kill someone?"

Lisanna hardly glanced at Bickslow, continuing to flip through a magazine carelessly. "What's the situation?"

"That's not the question."

"Is my life in danger?"

"Not the question."

"Hmmm." Page flip. "Maybe."

The seith, who was at the moment enjoying a cigarette, blew it through his nostrils. Then, "I could. In a heart beat."

"If these are the sorts of conversations you have in mixed company," Freed complained as he came into the room, carrying a plate of appetizers, consisting of crackers and dips, as well as an assortment of cut up meats and cheeses, "then I would hate to hear what you speak about when you're al- Get your disgusting feet off the table, Bickslow!"

The man, who was slumped over on the couch, smoking, only grunted though, slowly, he did drop both of his feet down.

Freed was so temperamental.

"What's the most gruesome way you could...you know?" Bickslow glanced at his seemingly disinterested girlfriend, who was next to him on the couch. "Lissy?"

"Mmmm…. I think I could, maybe, shoot someone in the head. If I had to."

"I could totally scalp a person."

"Could not."

"Bet me."

"Fine. Bet."

"Please," Freed complained as he headed back out of the room to retrieve the drinks, "do not plan murders in my apartment."

"Whatever you say, man," his teammate agreed though, once he was gone, he said to Lisanna, "I could probably watch someone drown too and do nothing."

"That's mentally messed up," she sighed, turning a page. "Not gruesome."

"Feels like it would be a bit gruesome."

"But it's not, so-"

"And shooting someone in the head is?"

"I feel like it is. If someone shot me in the temple," she argued, "I'd feel that was a bit hardcore. Wouldn't you?"

"Meh."

"Meh?"

He nodded. "Typically instant death. Not gruesome. Now drowning someone-"

"I thought," Freed complained as he came back with an arm full of beer cans, which he went to set on the coffee table, "I said to stop talking about murdering people?"

Bickslow blew some smoke his way. "We were just- Hey! Boss!"

He was distracted then, of course, by the front door opening and Laxus Dreyar walking in, coat flowing off his shoulders, headphones strapped on.

"Boss," the seith's babies enthusiastically sang as they came to circle around the man. He was busy batting at them when Lisanna spoke.

"Laxus," she began, not glancing up from her magazine. "Could you kill someone?"

"Absolutely."

"L-Laxus," Freed complained. "Do not encourage-"

"Oy, boss," the seith challenged then. "What's the more gruesome? Shooting someone in the noggin or drownin' them?"

"Shooting."

"But you don't get the drownin' angle! I ain't just gonna be holdin' their head under the water," the seith complained. "I'd have them in a big container filled with water and have them locked in there and just stare at 'em, right? From the other side of the container? It'll be glass and they'll be drownin' and I'll be-"

"That's mentally fucked up. Not gruesome."

Lisanna, still into her magazine, held up a hand as the slayer passed, him high-fiving it without a second thought.

"My demon here?" Laxus complained, snagging a beer as well before going to peak into the kitchen. "Freed?"

"No," the man sighed as he jut as quickly was rushing back in there to get a bottle of wine and a few glasses ready. "Mirajane has not arrived as of yet."

Grunt. Then, popping the tab on his beer, he said, "Then I got here too early."

Bickslow went back to smoking then, defeated and, feeling some of his pain, Lisanna glanced over at him finally.

"What are you smoking?" she asked with a slight frown. "Bicks? It smells funny."

"Tryin' somethin' new," he mumbled around the cigarette.

"It stinks," Laxus argued as he turned then, bypassing the couch to head over to the big, overstuffed chair in the corner. "Only chicks smoke that shit."

"I'm tryin' to turn my life around," Bickslow complained. "Cut down on my illegal substance abuse. And what do I get to fill it? You guys verbal abuse. It ain't right!"

"You do smoke those cigars, Laxus," Lisanna commented, going back to her magazine. "So can you really talk about what stinks and what doesn't?"

"Uh, yes, little girl, I can. So shut up."

"I'mma tell Mira you said that to me," she tsked. "You jerk."

Heh.

The slayer only settled into the chair before going back to his music. Until Mirajane showed up, the little get-together was a waste. And, even after she did, it really just depended on if they meshed well or not. Which mostly was reliant on if he got laid at the end of the evening. So, really, it would be a long time before he determined the night a success or not.

Lisanna sat up some then, reaching over to grab her and Bickslow both beers from the coffee table before taking to leaning up against the seith's arm while continuing to look over her magazine. Downing his own beer in one chug (he was planning on having quite a few that night), the seith tossed it towards the kitchen, where Freed was, calling out that he should probably pick that up, less he trip.

Then stupid boss had to go and yell at him about being disrespectful to Freed and his apartment and sorts of stuff that he didn't care about. Bleh! And Lissy said that he had to go pick up the beer can and damn, they were not only the source of his verbal abuse, but also the cause of his drug intake. Completely.

There was a knock at the door not a few minutes later, though Evergreen opened it before it was answered.

"Elfman isn't here, is he?" she asked with evident disdain. Where as Laxus clearly wished for his Strauss, she was dreading her own. "Because-"

"Ever, could you kill someone?" Bickslow asked, not really caring to answer her question.

"Yes. Of course. Now where is Elf-"

"What is wrong with you? All of you?" Freed complained from the kitchen. "Honestly."

"What's more gruesome?" Lisanna kept up. "Watching someone drown? Or shooting them in the head?"

"Drowning," she said to which Bickslow cheered. And, when she passed to go get a glass of wine, he held out a fist for her to bump it. The woman only frowned before going back to ignoring him.

"Your loser boyfriend," Laxus started up as Ever poured herself a glass of wine, "had better not be holdin' my demon up. I only came to be with her, after all."

"Oy, boss," Bickslow complained, purposely trying to annoy Ever by blowing smoke her way. "Words hurt."

"Good."

Evergreen only frowned at her teammate once more. "Are those clove or something?"

"Maybe."

"They smell horrible. And only women smoke those."

"Do not."

"Do too."

"You're just bothering me. Stop bothering me, Ever. Gah! This is why I stay home to get drunk. You heathens. You're all-"

"Calm down a bit, Bicks." Lisanna patted his leg. "You have all night to complain."

She had a point.

"Did you want a beer, Laxus?" Ever asked, only going to claim her spot on the loveseat when he shook his head slightly. He reserved beer serving for the demon. It was their thing.

"What are you doing in there, Feed?" Lisanna called eventually. "Come out here. We're having stimulating conversation."

"I can hear the conversations going on, actually, and I think I'm fine in here, preparing dinner." Then, after a pause, he said, "Someone could come in here and help or-"

"Meh." Bickslow blew smoke at Lisanna then, getting him batted at. "Stimulation going on, buddy."

"Hardly," was his response though, when he really thought about it, their help was probably not something he wanted.

Laxus only blocked them all out as Lisanna and Bickslow went back to their mindless conversations and Ever took to pulling a nail file out and tidying up her fingernails a bit. Freed frequented in and out, but it was of little mind to the slayer. He only watched the door anxiously.

At the sound of a loud pounding against it, he sat to attention a bit, watching as Freed rushed to go open it and reveal…

Elfman.

Ugh.

Laxus shut his eyes and zoned back into his music.

"I knew it," Elfman complained as he came in, bypassing Freed as he glared over at his girlfriend. She only took a gulp from her wineglass with a frown. "You said that they canceled the party, but I knew-"

"I did not say that." Ever gave him a look. "I just said you weren't invited. Difference."

"You-"

"Could you kill someone?" Bickslow asked him.

"Elf?" Lisanna echoed.

"Real men can do anything!"

"Including murder?" his baby sister prompted.

"Of course!"

"I have to find more friends," Freed complained, shutting the door behind the muscular man. "Immediately."

"Riddle me this then," Bickslow continued on, ignoring his teammate. "What's more gruesome? Huh? Shooting someone in the face like a punk? Or watching them slowly drown?"

Elfman didn't even think about it as he passed, headed down the hall to the bathroom, apparently. "Shooting."

"Ha!" Lisanna held up her hand for a high-five which her brother obliged. "Two to one, Bickslow."

"Yeah, whatever," he grumbled, going right back to smoking.

Elfman and Ever got in a few more jabs when he returned from the bathroom, over her apparent attempt to foil him coming as well as the fact that he (in her opinion) was eating far too many of the appetizers and wasn't sharing well and why did she always have to be on his ass anyways, which led to an unwell received joke from Bickslow as well as giggle from Lisanna, only to be broken up, once more, by a knock at the door. Elfman was already heading back to the bathroom though, as, honestly, it was his only safe haven from the madness that was his, apparent, group of friends. Heh.

Finally. Laxus tried hard not to show how relieved he was as Freed, once more, came to open the door for his woman.

"You brought something," Freed remarked in shock at the covered dish in the eldest Strauss' arms. "What is it?"

"Just a casserole," she giggled as she handed it off to him. "I thought that-"

"Demon," Laxus announced loudly, making her glance his way. "What took you?"

"I had to finish work, silly," she giggled as she slipped off her coat. "That's all."

"Sis," Lisanna prompted, glancing her way. "Could you kill someone?"

"Oh, dear," she began as Freed headed out of the room, feeling relieved by the start of her sentence. Then she had to finish it. "Yes. Of course."

"What?" He almost dropped the casserole. "Mirajane-"

"Hmmm?"

"You too?" The letter mage shook his head. "Honestly. This is just-"

"If someone I loved was in danger," she said as she went over to the table to pick at the crackers and cheese that Elfman had somehow managed to not gobble down, "and the situation couldn't be resolved with a good finger wagging-"

"That's why you're my demon," Laxus remarked.

"-and," Mirajane went on, "deadly force had to be used, then I would use it. What other choice would I have?"

"No one said anything about a loved one being in danger," Freed argued. "At all."

"But no one said anything about it not being involved either," the barmaid told him simply before popping a cracker in her mouth.

While Freed was considering this, Bickslow and Lisanna got right back to business.

Blowing smoke at the woman, which about got him strangled by his idol, the seith asked, "What's more gruesome? Watching someone lose their life by drowning slowly as you watch over them or-"

"Or," his girlfriend took over, staring at her sister with their matching deep blues. "Is it more gruesome to hold a gun to someone's head and shoot it, right between the eyes, and the last thing they see before the bullet, like, pierces the brain your face?"

Mira popped in another cracker before saying, "Drowning. Totally."

"What?" Lisanna exclaimed. "Sis-"

"Ha!" He held out a fist and, that time, it was honored as Mirajane bumped her fist against it with a giggle. "We are now completely...tied." Then he sat back in defeat, blowing smoke once more. "Damn it."

Mirajane, not completely sure what they were talking about, just as quickly was turning to head over to Laxus. The man held up a hand though.

"You're forgetting something," he said as she crossed the room, forcing her to stop.

"What?" The barmaid frowned, if only for a moment, before glancing at where he was nodding. The table. "You want… Oh. A beer."

"Mmmhmm." He even grinned, just a bit. "It's our thing."

Yeah. Their 'thing'. Ugh. As if Mirajane didn't get tired of bringing people beers. Still, she did it with a smile before there was no point in doing it any other way. Going to perch herself on his lap, Mirajane gave him a kiss as well as the beer, the dragon responding well to both. He'd been training for the past two days and she'd had work. To finally have some time together was nice.

Even if it was in front of all the others…

"How was work?" Laxus asked as she settled into his hold.

"Mmmm," Mira hummed, "not bad. I guess."

"That's good."

"Not bad," Lisanna corrected from the couch. "She didn't say good. Dummy."

Glaring over at where the youngest Strauss was seated, Laxus said simply, "Just for that, I retract my statement. I think that drowning is way-"

"You can't do that!"

"Yes, he can!" Bickslow fist pumped. "Ha! Boss! You're the best!"

"It is one of the titles I go by, sure," he agreed as Mirajane only frowned at him. "What? I do."

"For what it's worth," Ever spoke up, still messing with her nails. "If we get to change answers, I'm on Lisanna's side."

"Really?" the young woman asked. "You mean-"

"Don't get too excited." She did glance up then, just to glare over at the youngest Strauss. "It's just because it's the opposite of Bickslow. So-"

"Arg! You can't do that!" The seith took to rubbing at his eyes with one of his hands, visor setting down on the table next to the appetizers. "You monster!"

"Laxus just did the exact same-"

"Yeah, Ever, but he's boss and he can do whatever the hell he wants!"

Laxus sat up taller. "Again, he is correct, so-"

That time, Mirajane spoke as well. "Within reason."

"Well, that was implied," Bickslow assured her. "Boss can do whatever Mrs. Boss says, sure but-"

That got a growl from the dragon and a giggle from the demon, but it was Elfman that spoke up, as he came from the bathroom finally.

"It's a stupid question anyways," the man said as, cautiously, he came to take his place next to Evergreen on the loveseat, both scooting away from the center, as to be as far away from one another as possible. "With stupid answers. A real man would strangle another man with his bare hands!"

"Yeah, sure, whatever, dude." Bickslow was glancing around then. "Where did Freed get off to?"

"Kitchen, I think," Lisanna told him. "To put Mira's casserole-"

"Freed!" the seith called out, his babies taking suit. "Dude, which is more gruesome? To watch someone-"

"I am not playing."

"Come on."

"No."

"If you play we'll find a different topic," Lisanna sang. "Just be a tie-breaker."

"Freed, are you in there cooking?" Mira was far more concerned with that. "Alone? Why are you guys- Laxus."

"Nope," he said as she tried to escape his grasp. "You're staying put."

"You-"

"I mean it."

"Please, Freed?" Lisanna continued, though by that point she was busy fllipping through that magazine once more. "It would mean a lot to us. You want this to be a good party, right?"

"Some party," Elfman complained.

"It was before you showed up," Ever volleyed.

"You-"

"If it will stop the two of them from starting up again," the letter mage sighed as, once more, he stepped out of the kitchen, "I suppose I can offer my opinion."

"Oh, great." Bickslow snickered. "Go ahead, buddy. Crush Lissy's dreams. Bros before...other...bros...hoes...err-"

"Quite honestly," the green haired man went on, glaring at the couch Lisanna and Bickslow were seated on. They were the only two paying him any attention as Ever and Elfman were trying very hard not to look at one another while making it very clear to the other that they purposely weren't looking at them and Mirajane and Laxus were doing that weird thing where she nuzzle up to him and he'd just let her, as he sipped on his beer, content in one another and it was just so disgusting that, ugh, no one wanted to see that.

At all.

Except them.

And even then, not if it was another couple.

"I don't think that either are quite that gruesome," Freed finished.

"But that's not-" Lisanna tried, though he only spoke right over her.

"Gruesome," he told them, "would be something far more sadistic than something simple like those two things. Such as dismemberment or cannibalism or dismemberment and cannibalism, with a live victim-"

"Okay, Freed," Laxus finally complained as Mirajane shifted uncomfortably in his lap, glancing the letter mage's way. "We get it. They're idiots. Don't be gross."

"How is that gross? I am merely participating in the conversation-"

"You're such a freak, Freed," Ever sighed. "Honestly."

"How am I-"

"Yeah, dude, too far." Bickslow blew some smoke his way. "Creep."

"You were all just talking about how you could kill someone!"

"But not eat them," Lisanna said, shifting closer to Bickslow. "What exactly did you make us for dinner? Huh? Another human body?"

"No! Of course not. I never said I was the anthropophagite!"

"Maybe not," Elfman agreed. "But I'm nearly certain I heard you say you were a cannibal."

"They're the same thing!"

"Ha!" Bickslow held up a finger. "You admit it."

"This...this is what I get then? For planning this party for you all?"

"No," Lisanna said slowly. "This is what you get for eating human flesh and trying to feed it to us."

"You are being- Mirajane. You have to tell them how foolish they're all being."

She only gave him a slight shrug. "You did kinda grin when you talked about dismemberment and cannibal-"

"I did not even want to talk about any of this! You all-"

"Of course not," Lisanna agreed. "What cannibal wants to talk about being a cannibal? And hey, you know, Lucy and Natsu sure have been gone on their job for a long time."

"Did you eat 'em, Freed? Hmmm?" Bickslow tsked. "Happy too? They were Lissy's best friends! Now I'm gonna have to spend even more time with her and that's just going to be...well… No, yeah, they were probably the best people in the hall to eat. Good going, man."

"I didn't eat them! I-"

"Alright, alright," Laxus complained as Mirajane, slowly, snuggled back into him. "You guys had your fun. Let Freed go back to cooking. And quickly."

"Awe." Mirajane patted his tummy. "Are you hungry, dragon?"

"Famished."

"Do we have to?" Lisanna complained. "We were just working up to a joke about Ever being a man-eater too."

"Were we?" Bickslow asked.

"Well, I was. I figured you'd jump in."

"Oh, no, I'dda called her a manwhore. But any who-"

"Look, you little punk," his female teammate started as Laxus only growled and turned his headset up, as to block out the rest. Mirajane though just stared in shock, finished with the teasing of Freed as another crisis took precedence; namely, how to get Bickslow out of that one alive. "You had better-"

"Real men would speak to a woman's boyfriend!" Elfman challeneged, getting to his feet. Lisanna blinked at this, surprised, but Bickslow only snickered.

"Is he your man now, Ever?" he taunted. "Huh? Elfman is Ever's man?"

"Shut up! And Elfman, you shut up too!"

"Me?" He growled then, but it had nothing on Laxus. Absolutely nothing. "I'm defending your honor!"

"I have none for you to defend!"

"Hear that, Bicks?" Lisanna snickered. "Ever has no honor."

"And no taste in men," he agreed which, of course, got Elfman and Ever to yell at him some more, which, really, was well enough for Freed. As always, it seemed that they were all better arguing.

Or picking on him. He was, after all, the odd man out.

He'd probably been in the kitchen for a good, on, minute and a half when Laxus had enough and unleashed on them all. Except the demon. About how stupid and childish and annoying they were. And if they didn't shut the hell up, right then, he was ending the party and making them all go home without dinner.

Which was very odd, considering there was no way that the man could possibly impose a food ban on them, but then again, why push it? Huh?

"And damn it, Bickslow, if you don't put that damn cigarette or whatever the hell it is out, I'll shove it up your- No, Mira. I will. I'm serious."

"Just shhh," the woman said, gently rubbing his arm. "And relax a bit. Everyone. Please."

Which, of course, put a big damper on dinner. Freed didn't have a formal dining area, leaving them all to eat in the living room, plates in their laps. Well, Mirajane and Laxus actually shared a plate, but that wasn't very special. They did that in most situations. It gave Mirajane a chance to eat more than she would admit to, after all.

For a long time, they ate in silence. Even Bickslow's babies found it best to just float around quietly, not even making their nonsensical noises. Freed had joined their master on the couch, the seith sitting between his best friend and girlfriend, mostly, honestly, craving a smoke.

It was while Ever and Elfman were purposely not trying to touch as they ate that Lisanna, who was picking at her food for the most part, tentatively spoke.

"I," she said slowly, "for one love your dinner, Freed."

Softly, he said, "Thank you."

"It has just a hint of...Dragon Slayer with, what is that? An Exceed?"

Bickslow didn't even have to glance at her to take her lead. "I taste a blonde chick, but that's just me."

"Well, I definitely detect a bit of wings in here-"

"Nope. That's some celestial wizardry right here."

For a good twenty seconds it was silent, Mirajane glancing up at Laxus who was staring as blankly at them as ever while Freed held his breath and Elfman braced for whatever came next.

Only no one could prepare for it.

Ever, in her attempt to stifle what they assumed would have been a laugh, tried to take a sip from her wineglass, though that didn't work as she ended up snorting it up and through her nose and there it was. Everyone was laughing then, except her, but that wasn't too unusual, and Laxus was more of just staring, but not with as aggressive of a glare.

"It's not funny," Ever hissed, getting up to storm off to the bathroom. "You jerks."

And just like that, Elfman stopped laughing, realizing just what the indiscretion would mean for him. Sure, it'd broke the ice for everyone else, but him? Oh, he'd be hearing about how it was somehow his fault for, at least, the rest of the night. If not the next day as well.

Lisanna and Bickslow though couldn't stop laughing. Mira had, but was grinning and Freed was just watching them at that point, but it was all good.

"I bet Natsu would taste like fire," Lisanna remarked then to which Bickslow nodded.

"Just like boss would taste like electricity."

"What does electricity taste like?" Mira asked slowly.

"I don't know," he said before, with a devilish grin, asking, "Why don't you tell us?"

"Why would I-"

"Never mind, Mira," Laxus groaned. "Just let it go."

"But- Oh. Ew. Bickslow!" Mira complained when she, finally, understand

Lisanna almost dropped her plate from laughter. Freed, who'd just gotten his carpets cleaned, was rather glad she didn't.

"I would question why now cannibalism is funny," the letter mage complained, going back to his dinner. "But I'm sure I won't like the response."

"It was always funny," Bickslow told him.

"Yeah," Lisanna agreed, nodding her head. "Always."

"Of course it is," the other man sighed, with a shake of his head. "Of course."

"I have never...tasted Laxus," Mirajane complained, apparently still hung up on that. "Like bitten a piece of his flesh or-"

"You've gotten as close to it as you possibly can, I'm sure," they heard then from the hall as Ever returned, apparently pissed at all of them.

"What was that?" Laxus growled as she headed back over to the loveseat. "Ever?"

Not all of them, apparently. "I was just…well..."

"Apologizing to my demon?" he prompted to which she only bowed her head and mumbled something of the likes out.

And Lisanna, thoroughly proud of herself for saving the party, as always, sat back with a grin while Bickslow, who was equally convinced that he'd done the same thing, pulled a cigarette to light up as celebration. Elfman was softly comforting Ever about then, about how it was totally everyone's fault, but her own, that she'd snorted wine out of her nose, which pretty much meant he was the savior of them all.

All being turned to stone, that is.

Then there was Mirajane, who had managed before to keep Laxus from slaughtering them all and, well, was there more a savior of a party than the person that kept the other party-goers from being murdered?

Was there?

Laxus was sitting there too, ever the leader of them all, even the Strausses, whether they chose to subscribe to this philosophy or not, knowing that it was truly him that brought them all together and, therefore, was the only one that mattered, much less had the ability to make things better.

It wasn't until the end of the night though, as they all sat around, drinking themselves into losing their inhibitions that would probably lead to Laxus trying to hookup with Mirajane in all of the following places, yet not limited to, the bathroom, the guest bedroom, Freed's bedroom, and the kitchen and Mirajane chewing him out about it every single time (before just settling for the guest bedroom, probably, where they'd more than likely make out heavily for a bit before blacking out) and Bickslow and Lisanna to falling asleep in the most random of places (after one party, Bickslow woke up in the shower stall, fully clothed, with no recollection of why he'd gone in there to begin with), while Ever would demand to leave, oh, once an hour on the hour and Elfman, far drunker than them all (being with Ever, he deserved it), to yelling about men and being loud and just, ugh.

Why did Freed keep agreeing to babysit- err, hosting their get-togethers? Why?

It was then though, with them all relaxed and drinking, that Freed remembered that it was him who was truly the one that kept the party together. Or all of them together. As a group, at least, as they seemed to work in their couples pretty well, but not all as one. He might not be integral to everything they did and, at times even, felt rather left out, but he was a good middleman for them.

"If one of us was a canna...cann… If one of us ate people," Lisanna announced to them all at one point, mostly Bickslow, as no one else was listening, just more of drinking and ignoring. "It'd totally be Freed. Right? Guys?"

Mirajane was in that funny phase of drunk that she only got at parties like that and was so giggly and all over Laxus that no one, but him seemed to understand what she said. But Bickslow nodded his head.

"Totally," he agreed. "Freed the Dark. What's darker than that?"

"Actually," Freed began, about to list off just what was darker than that, but stopped, suddenly, realizing it would only be used against him. For the night he was having, being accused of eating another human was, actually, probably the best he was going to get. "Yes. Completely. It would be me."

Evergreen, who was stretched out on the loveseat, head in Elfman's lap and legs hanging over the edge, hardly peeked open her eyes. "Called it."

Laxus' voice was muffled as it was pressed against Mirajane's neck, from what the others could make out, he only said, "Knock it off," or something of the sort. But then Mirajane was giggling again and wow; it was about time for him to proposition her to sneak off and screwing.

Elfman just growled though. "Real men don't eat other men!"

"But if you ate another man," Bickslow offered up, more sober than the others, only through the sheer fact that he typically drank far more often, "then wouldn't you assume his powers? Or something?"

"In what world?" Lisanna asked.

"I don't know. Maybe this one. But no one ever knows because we refuse to eat one another."

"He says things like that," Freed griped, if only halfway, "yet I am the one that's called a cannibal."

"That's such a cannibal thing to say, Freed," Lisanna complained. Her boyfriend just nodded.

"Completely."

And oh, one day, they wouldn't have those free nights, where they just sat around and did nothing together. One day, even, Freed would find other friends. Ones that didn't vomit all over his bathroom from drinking too much in the middle of the night, or attempt to hookup in random parts of his house, and definitely ones that didn't spill wine on his nicely cleaned carpet.

But...just not that day.

Or one any time soon.

#Miraxus #Bixanna #Elfever #Freed Justine #Fairy Tail #Fanfiction #Laxus #Mirajane #Mira #Lisanna #Elfman #Evergreen #Bickslow #Thunder Legion #Thunder God Tribe #Thunder Strauss Tribe

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Module 103

Editorial practice for the fashion environment

Save the dates : visiting lecturers , Denzel currie(curry goat , influencer , illustrator)

12th of March

Rachel Thomas : creative director worked with Hermes , off. White , Nike , Victoria Beckham and vogue

8th of June 12pm deadline , digital submission

Checklist

Digital zine featuring fashion editorial content

Needs to me aligned the themes , launches , community , sport of music

Choose A/W 21/22 autumn winter or newest collection

Think of new brands , why they are interesting at the moment

POTENTIAL BRANDS

- [x] ESSENTIALS FEAR OF GOD

HOUSE OF SUNNY BRAND

SISTERS AND SEEKERS

MYAEMADE

500-700 words with accompanying 3-8 images

Chosen brand has to appeal to the same reader as your chosen theme

Interview or investigation

Ask to interview

Olivia grace herring

Lissy Roddy

Lauren Crowe

Leah abott

Lecture

Look at the themes and industry partner

What’s the usp

Unique point/ preposition

Format of the zine is up to you

A zine is independent, very diy and independently published , niche and tangible

We will be working with size

Launches -

Launches of a new product that’s coming out

Opinion pieces

One product that’s going to be launched on one date eg supreme drop or exclusive trainer drop

Think about a LOOK-BOOK

Community- eg enthusiasts

Feminists , blm movement

Culture

Sport -

Athlesuire ? Sort that has influenced fashion

Sporty spice

Music -

Old school hip hop linked with fashion

Drum and bass

Format needs to be A5

Minimum of 7 DPS (14 pages )

(8pages )

TASKS FOR 103 TO GO INTO WORKBOOK

Task 1

What is a zine ?

Zine short for fanzine

It’s a creative platform kind of like a blog

Definition from wiki : self-published work of original or appropriated texts and images, usually reproduced via a copy machine. Zines are the product of either a single person or of a very small group, and are popularly photocopied into physical prints for circulation

How does it differ ?

What’s the history of zines ?

Look at 3 examples of zines

3 examples of zines

1. ILLUMINATI GIRL GANG -about feminism started with a tumblr blog addresses online debates surrounding women in the art world.

https://www.peopleofprint.com/collective/illuminati-girl-gang/

https://www.polyesterzine.com

2. Polyester zine - a print magazine by ione gamble

3. Based in New Jersey and made "by teens, for teens," Crybaby is only a year old, but has already gained a cult following, each issue selling out almost as soon as it's released. This zine is all about growing up, and its contributors have no issue getting into the nitty gritty of adolescence — experimenting with your style included. GEN Z zine

4. Hate zine - explore politics and social justice through art, photography, writing, poetry and music. In print and online. Representing people from different backgrounds; female voices are important; giving young artists and writers a means to publish their work; articles that touch upon the shit that's going on; and not presenting real issues in an ignorant, glossy way," she said. All these zines combine visuals, fashion, and social justice in a way that mainstream media often seems to struggle executing. Not only will you be able to learn about current issues alongside underground trends, as well as discover new creative talent both in the beauty industry and outside it, but by supporting these independent zines, you'll know that you're money is going to those who can use it to further the causes you care about most.

https://www.hatezine.co.uk

Source - https://www.bustle.com/articles/150513-7-fashion-zines-to-support-if-you-love-underground-political-style-photos

Task 2

Potential title : How black artists paved the way for old skool hip hop

What is your angle ?

To show how black culture has always played a huge part in fashion and music

Theme - Music

How POC changed the music game with “old skool hip hop “and how this influenced the fashion industry and still does

Key words

Nas , biggie , Tupac , eazy e , n.w.a

Chosen brand

https://www.google.co.uk/amp/s/amp.theatlantic.com/amp/article/557474/

Task 3

Look at at least 3 journalists I’ve screen-shotted that I don’t already know seek out their work & start with their SM or a google search

Make a note of everything that I’ve read in the workbook

Recap on tasks

Module 103- the editors letter

“Welcome to my world”

What editorial is

Anything that’s not paid for or sponsored content

Features

Articles

Interviews

Opinion pieces

Photography

Design

Illustrations

Listings

Editors letter - editorial overview or policy

Can be called a mission statement or manifesto as well

Gives

Reputation, integrity

Promise ethics and niche

Should welcome and intrigue the reader

What are media kits?

Useful for if you’re looking at certain groups of consumers

Look at vogues media kit or pack in to google

Not all kits have them

The kit comes from the publisher

500-700 words

“ for the people by the people “

Think about pages colour matte black looks nice

Research Poster zine & club sandwich

Potential titles

Ninety

Or something to do with 90’s slang

“noventa”

Look into rappers second ethnicity’s choose most popular language to write ninety’s in

103 lecture 3

Editor / editor in cheif

Lots of different types

Junior stylist / fashion assistant

They would be working for the main stylist or creative director

More organisational work , it’s about co ordinating , working on set , getting the samples in , sometimes planning shoots and meetings

Director of photography

In charge Studio manager of photographyer

Helping prep things , looking at casting equipment, studio hiring, helping with hospitality and technical aspects

Digital / social editor

Social media person would be the leader

Would be helping to create content

Would be analysing what’s worked in the past , what trends are popular

Art director/ creative director

Responsible the visible style and the publication of the object and the branding in the bigger picture

Working with stylists and photographers and content creators and designers

Big role

Graphic designer

Thinks about how they can design or suprise the customer base

Publication design

The branding of the magazine

They might work on pos , store identity & visuals

More often called designers

The flip side of working with the press

Working with the press

Pr intern assistant

Would work under press officer

Helping a brand reach out to press and get editorial content

Doing press influencer days

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