#Welcome to orchestra what would you prefer-

[catboisupremacy]

Radetzky March, by John Strauss (1848)

Toxic- Britney Spears

Y’all will be bopping @ my funeral

[valrayne-faeu]

Hi! This AU is still living in my head rent free ^^

Could I ask about what the galas/balls in the Fae realm would be like? What kind of music would be played? Who would be invited? What would everyone be wearing? Would there be any performers? I'd like to know everything!

there would be differences depending on what the event is for! i’ll give some general details for the most common things i can think of ^^

fae galas and parties last a lonnnnng time. they go on through the day and night without stopping and can last anywhere from a few days to a couple weeks depending. because of this they take a lot of planning and the kings don’t really get to enjoy them as much as everyone else does. attendees don’t have to be there the entire time, of course; people leave and return at their leisure.

smaller/shorter functions probably happen with relative frequency (maybe a few times a year) while larger and longer celebrations are much more infrequent (once every 3-5 years). it really depends on what’s been happening lately, and if there’s anything worth celebrating, like major anniversaries (the courts’ truce, the kings’ birthdays (at this point they really only pay attention to even centuries like 1400, 1500 etc))

usually the kings will pick some kind of suitable theme for a gala and the food and music will be based around that. similarly, dresscode depends on what the event is for; it can range from casual everyday-wear to incredibly lavish and elegant attire like ball gowns. it's up to the kings and the event.

the kings care a lot about presentation and their citizens can be very critical if things go wrong, so they are very careful to choose cohesive elements and making sure things go smoothly. Nightmare is partial to masquerades (i have lots of fun facts about those), Dream loves harvest festivals

Dream prefers smaller groups of entertainers so that in any given area in the massive hall in the Summer Court you can hear a different kind of music or see a different kind of performance at all times. Nightmare usually centres some kind of major performance at given times with breaks between, like a grand orchestra or a short play or poetry recital. it’s a big deal to be selected to perform for either king, and fae artists spend lots of time preparing their auditions.

food is usually a large spread that is continuously refilled; you’ll see things like spiced wines, artisanal pastries, exotic fruit, roasted meats, basically anything you can think of.

depending on the intent behind the event, invitations can either be to specific groups, fae specifically invited by the kings, or be open to all. celebrations for a big successful trade caravan for example may only have the merchants, their families, the caravan workers, and the court ambassadors in attendance.

celebrations for the kings’ birthdays would be preferred by both to be kept small, but due to how major of an event it’s considered by everyone else they’re always a major event. the kings will host a large party (they haven’t held a shared birthday party in a millennia, but it could happen someday….) and all citizens are invited. they’ll make their required appearances at the gala, but generally will host a small private get together with their close circle that is their true party.

a truce anniversary is a combined, massive party held either in Winter or Summer (they alternate) and any and all are welcome to attend. massive swaths of fae will make the journey and it lasts weeks with dancing and food and wine. it’s one of the rare times you’ll see both kings at the same event and actually interacting amicably (though it is a little tenuous still).

some notes about fae parties and human attendees:

-fae wine is potent and influenced by the intent of whoever pours it. this means if someone is feeling particularly happy when they pour it, whoever drinks from that cup will be inclined to also be happy. it doesn’t force you into that emotion, but you will be more likely to experience it and if you’re already experiencing it it will be heightened. fae wine is particularly effective on humans!

-fae dances are also potentially deadly to humans; if a human joins in a fae dance circle they can get overwhelmed and swept up in the experience and forget to stop dancing, or may not even want to. humans that have joined fae dances have danced themselves to death from exhaustion/dehydration. so always bring a buddy that can pull you out of it :)

—note: a one on one dance (like a slow dance with a partner) would not have the same effect! it’s just if the fae are doing a dance circle; there’s usually one going on at all times, so just be wary of what dances you’re joining

-fae food and drink will, of course, trap you if you haven’t been already. avoid the big spreads at a fae party unless you want to have to request the trials once the party is over

if you have any other questions about a specific kind of party, please feel free to ask!

[prythianpages]

ACOSM | The Night she played the violin for her Father

azriel x rhysand's sister (oc)

warnings: angst

summary: Valeria has a violin solo that doesn't end as she had hoped. ft possessive Az

A/N: this is an imagine among my collection that follow Rhysand's sister, Valeria. while I'm still working on them, you can find the masterlist for it here. I was able to update this so quickly because I had already written this awhile back. I probably won't be able to update again until next weekend.

**

Valeria had never been nervous to perform. Music was second nature to her, it flowed through her veins. She loved it. She lived for it.

The announcement of her solo for the Night Court’s annual concert was exciting and thrilling. She had poured her heart into her audition, dedicating countless hours to perfecting her performance. The piece she performed was one composed by her grandmother.

It had brought those who were in the audience during the auditions to tears and the orchestra’s conductor had recognized the tune immediately. He was the one who told her the song was an ode her grandmother composed for her beloved son, Valeria’s father. One that many struggled to interpret and perform with the same emotion her grandmother would. Doubts of favoritism nagged at her, fearing she only secured the solo due to her family name. Yet, the orchestra’s genuine love and praise for her silenced those concerns. They were overjoyed to have her join them.

As the performance date drew near, the initial thrill morphed into a relentless anxiety, all due to the daunting prospect of her father’s attendance. She had casually reminded him a couple days prior and he had responded with a thoughtful hum–an interaction her heart clung to desperately.

Valeria had rehearsed her grandmother’s composition countless times after the audition. Every chord and note was etched in her heart. She was confident in her abilities yet, she could do nothing to ease her nerves. What if she was not good enough for the only person’s opinion she cared for?

She hated how much power her father had over her, the weight of his approval was heavy.

Her fingers trembled slightly as she reached to clasp her beloved necklace.

“Allow me.” A voice chimed in, startling her but her body relaxed under the familiar and warm touch.

“You’ve got to stop doing that.” Valeria exhaled as her gaze met Azriel’s through the reflection of her vanity’s mirror, referring to the way the dear shadowsinger had gotten into the habit of sneaking up on her.

Azriel shrugged with a smirk, his shadows swirling around him. “You left the balcony doors open.”

Valeria hummed in acknowledgement, realizing she had indeed left the doors to her balcony open. It had become an unspoken invitation between them–an open balcony meant Azriel was welcome, making his nightly visits easier with the assistance of his shadows. 

As Valeria remained uncharacteristically quiet, Azriel sensed her nerves. With a frown, he turned her around to face him. He grasped her smaller hands in his, noticing the blisters on her fingers as he gently held them.

She met his gaze, finding comfort in the way his hazel eyes radiated warmth and reassurance. “You’re going to do great today.” 

“What if he doesn’t show up?” Her bottom lip quivered, threatening to curve down into a frown.

“He’d be a fool not to.”

Valeria sighed, releasing her hands from his. “I should get dressed.”

“Why?” Azriel teased, his eyes raking over her form, barely covered by the thin and rather short night gown she wore. “I much prefer you like this…or with nothing at all.”

Valeria shot him a look. Her playful glare was overshadowed by the flutter of her heart against her chest. Judging by the smug look on Azriel’s face, she wondered if he could hear it.

Azriel’s shadows rose, the black tendrils undulating like a cat’s arching back, sensing someone’s approach.  Lady Yvaine. His eyes locked with Valeria’s curious one. His head inclined toward her door, a silent goodbye shared between them.

Before vanishing into the shadows, he gave a kiss to each of her cheeks, saving her lips for last.

Valeria was left blushing and flustered as her mother entered the room.

**

Valeria stood on the grand stage, her violin poised delicately in her grasp. The spotlight shined on her like the moon as she drew the bow across the strings. The first notes emerged, flowing seamlessly into the room.

Valeria’s eyes were closed for most of the performance, fearing to look at the audience and choosing to let the music absorb her completely instead. Her every movement was graceful, her passion intertwining with the melody she coaxed from her violin.

As the music surged, a tide of emotions rising and falling, she carried the audience on a mother's journey through joy, sorrow and love, unveiling a world of emotions that transcended words.

When the last note faded, Valeria slowly opened her eyes, her chest rising and falling in rhythm with the lingering emotions. A thunderous applause erupted as her eyes searched the audience. She found her mother, brother, Azriel and Cassian instantly, their wings standing out amongst the crowd. They, along with most of others, had risen to their feet.

Her eyes continued to scan the crowd in vain, searching for any glimpse of her father. But the one person she longed to see, dreamed to see among was the standing ovation was not there.

Her father had not come.

A wave of crushing disappointment washed over her, shattering something deep within so violently that she feared the entire audience could hear it. Her steps faltered backwards, tears welling in her eyes.

With a quick bow to the audience, she rushed behind the curtain and winnowed away, one singular thought echoing in her mind.

**

Worry washed over Rhysand as he witnessed the profound hurt etched across his sister’s face before she abruptly vanished from the stage. The audience around them were unaware of the shift in her face, attributing it to the emotion from her performance but Rhysand knew better.  He knew how much this performance meant to her and with each passing moment, he held onto hope that their father would eventually arrive. He turned to his mother, noting the shared look of concern.

“I need to go to her.” 

The words had slipped out of Azriel in a surge of concern that he forgot who was standing next to him.

Rhysand turned to Azriel, his gaze sharpening. There was something in the Shadowsinger’s tone that didn’t settle well with him. Something possessive, almost. Rhysand didn’t know what came over him next but he was stopping the Shadowsinger before he could disappear into his shadows.

“She’s my sister. My responsibility.” Rhysand firmly reiterated. “I’m going to find her.”

Azriel felt a burning sensation in his chest, causing his jaw to tense as he clutched the purple peonies he had picked for Valeria, the pressure making his knuckles turn white.

Cassian, sensing the tense energy between the two, moved himself into both of them. 

“We’re just worried too, Rhys.” Cassian said gently, extending both arms towards his brothers. “She’s like a sister to us…Right, Az?”

Azriel remained silent, though he made a conscious effort to relax. He could feel Valeria’s pain and wanted nothing more than to rush and soothe her.

Rhysand noted the silence but his priority was finding his sister so without another word, he winnowed away.

Azriel stilled when he felt Lady Yvaine’s hand at his shoulder. Her gaze was warm and loving as always, despite her concern over her daughter.  “Rhys will find her,” she reassured him with an ease that only a loving mother could provide.  “Do you and Cassian mind accompanying me back to the Moonstone palace?”

**

Valeria stood at the doors of her father’s office in the grand Moonstone palace. Her violin and bow were still clutched tightly in her trembling hands. She didn’t bother to knock, forcefully throwing the doors open with her powers. 

She had hoped to find him busy, drowning in his work and duties as High Lord. Her hope shattered into an overwhelming torrent of anger when she discovered him engaged in a casual round of chess with Keir. 

The words were bursting from her, charged with the weight of her dashed hopes. “Where were you?”

The High Lord remained fixated on the chessboard, seemingly uninterested in her presence, drawing a chuckle from Keir. Their indifference only fueled her burning rage. “Can’t you see? We’re in the middle of something,” her father replied, dismissing her without a glance.

“You said you’d be there–”

“I promised nothing.” His tone cut through her like a blade.

“I practiced so much.”

Tears blurred Valeria’s vision as her hands, singed with pain from the blisters, clutched the violin and bow fiercely. Her voice shook with emotion, the words she wanted to add–"for you”--hovering on the edge of her lips. Fear and anguish held them back.

It was Keir who looked up from their chess game, casting a mocking glance her way. “As expected.”

She glared at Keir but her attention quickly turned back to her father. Though she knew she should leave before things escalated, she was too overwhelmed by her hurt to turn away.

“I spent these past six months trying to meet your high expectations. I listened. I obeyed. I kept my mouth shut. I–I did everything I could to be the perfect daughter. I thought you’d be proud…”

It was then that the High Lord, her father, lifted his gaze, finally acknowledging her presence. His cold violet eyes met hers and with his next words, he shattered the remaining pieces of her heart completely.

“Proud?” His voice was laced with an incredulous tone that mocked her. “Over you doing what is expected of you? Over you learning how to play a mere instrument?”

Both the High Lord and Keir shared a look, chuckling darkly.

“That is no reason to be proud, you child.”

 His voice was venomous as he reduced to her nothing and she recoiled back at the sting.

“Daughters,” Keir said, rolling his eyes. “Always so entitled. It’s why sons are preferred.”

“If that is all,” her father said as he returned his attention back to their game of chess. “Then you may leave before you cost me this game.”

**

Valeria ran to her place of solace within the Moonstone palace–the moon gardens. It was only once she confirmed that she was alone that she released the tears in her eyes, allowing them to run down her heated cheeks.

Her violin and bow were still in her hands and at that moment, she hated them. All the blood, sweat and tears she had poured into her performance… She had been praised and applauded by her audience but she hated how the absence of her father’s presence reduced her hard work into nothing.

But this hurt went beyond her performance.

Valeria had exhausted herself over the past couple of six months to gain her father’s approval. When he had suggested she return to her etiquette classes, she did so with no hesitation. When she noticed he had a keen appetite for strawberries, she had baked the most delicious strawberry tarts for breakfast the following morning. When marriage had been brought up, she even humored the idea, despite her heart already having been claimed by another.

Everything she did was delicately crafted to ensure that she was worthy of being his daughter. Although her father was still not aware of her secret training sessions with the Valkyries, her practice became lacking as she shifted to activities that might please her father instead. The only sliver of happiness she allowed herself was her secret relationship with Azriel.

She was not happy with all these changes, but she did so for the High Lord, her father. She had desperately clung to their shared love for music–hoping that it would be the last piece of the puzzle to appeal to him.

Yet it meant nothing to him. She meant nothing to him.

Valeria threw her bow to the floor and stomped on it with her foot until it was also reduced to nothing. Nothing but broken pieces of wood and string. She felt as if she wasted her time with the instrument. Her violin went next. She raised it with both hands before slamming it down against the floor. It broke into two jagged halves at the impact. She directed her hands toward the pieces, using her powers to destroy it further. She didn’t stop until her violin was completely just as shattered as her heart was.

She didn’t even register the presence of another until she felt hands on her face.

Valeria blinked the tears away, finding a worried Rhysand right in front of her. Her breaths were heavy and jagged as the pieces of wood beneath her feet. Rhysand kept his hands on her face, his eyes searching her face and body in search of any injury. 

“Nothing I do is ever good for him.” She sniffled. “It is literally impossible to please him.”

“Val, I’m so sorry.” Rhysand’s voice was soft and full of compassion and when he confirmed that there were no physical injuries, he let out a small exhale and pulled Valeria into his arms.

“I don’t know why I care so much anymore.” She admitted, burying her head into her brother’s chest. “But it hurts, Rhys. I hate and fear him at the same time.”

And then the tears were falling again as she began to sob uncontrollably. Her tears drenched his shirt as his hold on her tightened. He rested his chin on top of her head. “I’m sorry,” he whispered once more, uncertain of the right words to console her.

Rhysand held her until her cries and sobs gradually came to a stop. When he pulled away, he led her to sit with him at the edge of a grand fountain in the heart of the gardens. After a deep exhale, Valeria spoke.

“You can light a candle and he’d be proud of you.” 

 There was envy in her tone but no trace of anger or resentment directed toward him

 “I can light a candle and he’d scold me for my candle being too dim.” She let out a humorless chuckle. “Even though it would be just as bright as yours.”

Rhysand frowned and said nothing, acknowledging her words. He hated the truth of the situation as much as she did. She turned her body to face forward. Her violet eyes were distant as she continued.

“I excel in everything I set my mind to but somehow, it’s never enough. I have to reach out and find my place as the High Lord’s daughter but never forget my place as an Illyrian woman. I have to always be grateful for keeping my wings unclipped but never forget how quickly they can be taken away. I have to be strong but I cannot train. I can never be rude, never be selfish, never show fear.”

Valeria let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding and Rhysand’s heart broke. He knew his sister had been hurting for a while but he failed to realize the depth of her suffering all these years.

“I am always doing something wrong and somehow, it’s always my fault. I’ve been a failure since birth for something I had no control over. I should’ve just not been bor–”

“Oh, my sweet child.” Her mother’s voice interrupted, refusing to let her finish that sentence. She approached her children, kneeling before Valeria and coaxing her gaze to meet hers. “You’ve been nothing but a treasure and joy since birth.”

“I almost killed you.” Valeria spoke in a soft, subdued tone, her eyes reflecting that flicker of guilt she always carried with her. She had caused her mother so much pain at birth–something her father never failed to remind her of. “And the reason you can’t bear him another son.”

Lady Yvaine was shaking her head in protest, frowning slightly. She wiped the tears from Valeria’s face. “I give thanks to the Mother and Cauldron for your existence every day.”

She grasped both Rhysand’s and Valeria’s hands into her own, rubbing soothing circles onto the back of them. Warmth emanated from her brown eyes, filled with deep admiration for the children she had brought into this world. Her wings unfurled behind her, enveloping them in a motherly embrace as a radiant smile graced her face. 

“You two are enough for me. You mean everything to me and I love you both so much. Don’t you ever forget that.”

“We never will.” Rhysand finally spoke. “We love you so much.”

Valeria felt a flooding warmth in her heart. Her father may not love her as she yearned for but she was not alone. She had her doting mother and brother. They were enough.

She would no longer live beholden to her father’s expectations. She decided she was going to follow her own path to happiness, where she would live life for herself.

**

tag list:  @justrepostandlove , @kemillyfreitas, @thelov3lybookworm

A/N: sorry this one didn't have much of Az and Val but this is a pivotal point in Val's life. The last couple of imagines are building up to the storyline I have planned. But you got to see a glimpse of possessive Az and a suspicious Rhys lol.

idk if y'all are DPR Ian fans but he just released a song called "violet crazy" and I feel like it's a song that matches Val and Az so well. I added it to the playlist I made here. I listened to Billie Eilish's "what was I made for?" a lot while writing this as this imagine was inspired by the monologue in the Barbie movie.

[klaineccfanficlibrary]

Hello To All!

Hope you all are enjoying your weekend! I read on my phone and I’m not able to find stories. If there’s a way, please tell me how.

Please suggest adult stories for me with a great/happy ending. I prefer chapter stories of adult Klaine. Any suggestions are welcome. Need something to read tonight. Thank you for all you do!

Hello, when I search from my phone, I go onto our libary blog and into the "magnifying glass/search" at the top. I type in a particular word like "adult" or "enemies to lovers" and then a whole lot of previously recommended fics appear. Alternatively download A03 app, and you can search and filter on it.

Also on AO3 check out our 2023 Klainebingo which has 191 tagged stories written 2016-23 that fandom have recommended - not all adult klaine, but definitely worth looking at.

What I've done is made a list of recommendations here of some of Klaine fics I've enjoyed, where they are adults, or mostly post college age. Some newer, some older. ~ Jen

Seven by @scatterthestars

How far would you go for someone you love? For Kurt, that means doing the unimaginable. But if it means saving his dad, he's willing to take that risk. A risk that has him leaving his home to go states away to spend a week with the last person he ever expected to meet. Over the course of the next seven days, things don't go as planned, or thought.

Can seven days change everything?

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Feel my heart's intention by @kurtsascot

Blaine started to hate Kurt on his first day. And it was a shame, really, because they could have been cute together. 

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Falling for You By @caramelcoffeeaddict Coffeeaddict80

A fic written based off a mash-up of these two prompts from the @gleepotluckbigbang prompt page -- Prompt1: During rehearsal I tripped and fell into the orchestra pit and landed on you Prompt2: I have to share a dressing room with the most obnoxious, self-centered jerk; and when you sent flowers to our dressing room, they took them assuming they were for them but they were really for me Featuring: Broadway!Kurt, PianoPlayer!Blaine, Obnoxious!Broadway!Sebastian

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Rock, paper, scissors by @gleefulpoppet

Kurt and his seven-year-old daughter are moving from the hustle and bustle of New York to the Rocky Mountains for a fresh start. On a connecting flight from Atlanta, they meet a warmhearted man who captures their attention with his enthusiasm. Will they ever see him again? And even if they do, how will he fit into their new life?

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Nashville! by @hkvoyage

Kurt lands the lead role in a new musical, but it flops during the previews. However, his performance captivates Nashville’s newest country music sensation. They share an instant connection and it grows deeper as they get to know each other. Will Kurt be able to save the musical and keep the man of his dreams? An AU meeting featuring country singer!Blaine and Broadway!Kurt.

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Made to keep your body warm by @quizasvivamos

Blaine is a meteorologist who works as a weatherman for a local New York news station where he's especially well-known for predicting storms. But, when a huge nor'easter blows in and the news crew is trapped at the station for three days by snow, can he predict what happens when he meets a young new intern?

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If music be by @blurglesmurfklaine

Kurt’s just trying to survive his last semester of college, which means making it through student teaching in one piece.

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In my place by @heartsmadeofbooks

Blaine has always been shy and introverted, so after his father dies, he looks for comfort into his childhood dream - owning a bookstore. But then Kurt Hummel walks into his life, turning his dream into a complicated affair.

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These inconvenient fireworks by @redheadgleek

After an unexpected Tony award, Kurt Hummel is Broadway's hottest up and coming star, which comes with expectations and some admirers that won't take a hint. When his best friend Elliott Gilbert suggests that they pretend to date to get the leeches to back off, Kurt takes him up on the idea. It's all working out great - until Kurt starts to fall hard for the dark-haired music director of his latest musical.

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Scenes from December by @spaceorphan18

An exploration of Kurt's life throughout various Decembers. The story of family and how the definition of family changes over time.

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Home away from home by @lilyvandersteen

Cooper buys a hotel sight unseen and asks Blaine to run it for him over the summer. Only, the hotel is a health and safety hazard and Inspectors Hummel and Abrams are hell-bent on closing it down. Can Blaine spruce the hotel up in time and save Cooper's investment?

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Living Haphazard by anna_timberlake @shame-is-a-wasted-emotion

Have you ever thought of getting cheated by a house broker and getting to know that you had to stay with another stranger who was also cheated? What if you are getting stuck up with the stranger in the apartment due to unavoidable circumstances? What if you hate him as well as have a crush on him? What if you had to fight your inner self and the stranger? What if he agreed on helping you which can only happen in dreams? This is a real living haphazard, isn't it?

~~~~ Someone like you by @iconicklaine

Kurt and Blaine keep up their very own version of "When Harry Met Sally" for years, a friendship fraught with sexual tension and longing, until the agendas of Adele (yes, THE Adele), a bored NY socialite and a super-sweet hetero couple bring our boys together. The only problem is... they're both in committed relationships.

Note: This story is AU after "Sexy" and assumes Kurt and Blaine graduate from Dalton in the same year. In this future fic, set in 2025, Blaine is based off of Season 2 Blaine. Originally posted on LJ and S&C.

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The Journeying By @flowerfan2

Freshly graduated from music school, Blaine is thrilled when he is chosen to stay in the cast when the production of Into the Woods he was lucky enough to be part of in Boston moves to Broadway. He knows it’s going to be hard returning to New York City – the scene of his epic breakup with his fiancé and the emotional meltdown which cost him his place at NYADA. But he’s determined that this time, everything will be different. Little does Blaine know that out of thousands of potential castmates, his director has chosen none other than Kurt Hummel to play the part of Jack. Blaine has worked hard to recover from their breakup three years ago, and struggles to find a new way to relate to Kurt and simultaneously protect himself, especially when tragedy strikes.

This story looks at what would have happened if Kurt and Blaine had reacted differently to the break up in 6x01 than they did in canon; if events hadn’t brought them back together as soon, and if forgiveness hadn’t come so easily.

[adream-melody]

!! Hello!! I hope you're having a nice day... Or night? Or maybe this is a dream... Um!! If you have time... Could you... Write about different dates? Where they would go with MC the very first time, even if it's a friend date for the first outing! It can be anything. It can be any gender too... I would rather see your preferences... Starish... Quartet Night... Heavens... You should pick your favorites only when you write it... Or do as you like... Either way I will read it the way you choose to write it... ✨

-Pankeki-kun 🥞

Pankeki-kun! Welcome… You are too kind. Actually, I know many people dislike them, but I am a big HEAVENS fan. Thank you for giving me the choice so I could write something for them…! Sorry for the delay… I had the Sickness We Shall Not Mention, but I am all better now!

HEAVENS and first dates

Eiichi, thanks to his father, has a bit of a complex, so wants to look as cool and interesting as possible in front of his date. His hobby is car racing, so he perhaps would take his date to see a race or try it for themselves - if they are not interested in driving, he can always invite them into his own car to see him drive and experience the adrenaline of racing anyway. To decompress, he would take his date to a fancy restaurant with light food so they could later take a walk back through a park before he drives his date home.

During said walk is probably where you two would get to talk the most. The breeze of the early night is nice, the dark is comforting, and the park is empty so it’s an especially nice place to open up and talk about what you experienced together. It’s also the perfect moment for him to try and flirt a little under the disguise of the starry sky~

Eiji would try to play it safe, and take his date to a classic first date location like a café after watching a movie together. He’ll try his best to pick a movie that his date would like as a way to win some extra points (not without easing the topic in conversation before even gathering the courage to ask his crush out on a date), but if not, he would be the kind to simply ask his date what they wanted to watch.

And although a movie is not the best place to talk and get to know each other, it will give him the chance to see if you felt comfortable with him or not, and it also gives him something to talk about afterwards if by any chance talking about yourself feels a bit too much for now. It’s a safe pick that won’t require much preparation, but also something simple and relaxing that can become a habit for you too and give you more opportunities to see each other and grow closer together.

Kira is a bit self conscious of his stoic face and his struggle to voice his emotions, so he would probably also take his date to a place where he doesn’t need to talk much. He enjoys music, naturally, and he also can play the piano so he’s knowledgeable in classical music, so perhaps he would take his date to an orchestra recital. The place and the low lighting would make it easier for him to evaluate your reactions as well, to plan for a later hypothetical date.

He is interested in pottery as a hobby, so maybe if things go well, he’ll plan a later date for the both of you to attend a pottery class together. That also allows him to keep quiet yet still spend time with you, but it also helps him show a part of himself that not everybody knows. He will probably make a specially nice piece based on what you like and give it to you once it’s done, as a way to remember a special time for him and hopefully for you as well.

Nagi would try to take his date to a place that shows the best, and cutest, part of himself. He’d try his best to make sure his date was a fun place where it felt like the time flew by and where his date had a lot of different choices so there was no chance of becoming boring - something like build-a-bear, or an arcade.

He’ll make sure you take a souvenir with you, that being the plushie you make or a prize he won through a claw machine or with tickets at the prize shop of the arcade, so whenever you see this prize you would think of him. He might even try to swap prizes with you - he’s going to make sure the thing you get from him is as close as how cute he is so you don’t get to forget about your first date together!

Yamato loves to move his body and really enjoys sports, so he would probably take his date to do something like indoor rock climbing. It gives him a chance to show off something he’s confident in as well as having an excuse to get close to his date while showing correct hand placement on the rocks and the right and safest way to tie a harness.

If you have a good time he’d be over the moon and say you two can go together again whenever you want to. If you had a hard time and don’t want to go back, he’d apologise and to make it up for you, he’ll let you pick the place for the next date. A win-win.

Shion would probably take his date to a place like a bird café at first, and later something like a greenhouse. If things go well, he might even take them to an observatory or the like. He’s a bit insecure and he gets overwhelmed easily, so he would rather go to a quiet and calm place given that he’s already feeling quite nervous after asking his crush out. He’ll try to invite his date to places that he likes in an effort to show parts of himself in a way that’s not too obvious.

The secret here is asking him about things - birds, stars, whatever is that catches his attention, and be patient with him and be an avid listener. He’d probably be worried about being too pushy about his interests, so he might be a bit tense at the start of the date, but he’ll probably feel more confident after you spend a bit more time with him (but luckily, not yet so relaxed that he falls asleep!).

Van would take his date to somewhere fun and with a great energy, like a stand-up or manzai show or maybe even out dancing. He’s an energetic man, so it’s only natural that those were the places that would attract him the most - and it also gives him a great chance to improvise some corny jokes and pick-up lines to try to make his date laugh, too; something versatile so that he can also have a private moment with his crush and be able to chat.

If you enjoy yourself, he’ll probably keep an eye on interesting events just so he could ask you out again. A bar with live jazz music, an interactive play, a themed restaurant - just leave the entertainment to him, and with his enthusiasm you are definitely going to have a good time.

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[idontmindifuforgetme]

im an ex muslim who still lives in a muslim majority country in west asia and my culture is interwoven with islam deeply, and unfortunately i deal with people like your anon very often online BUT i’ve never seen anyone else whos not a muslim handle these stuff as well as you do. im really sorry you’re dealing with all this but also thank you so so much for making it such a safe space here. you are such a good person and i hope every blessing you deserve finds you 💛

you’re welcome babe!! i’m not muslim, but my mom is & it makes my blood boil that people would dare speak of arabs/islam like that. that anon literally sent an ask like “u pretend this is ur persona but ur arabic” as if being “arabic” is a personality trait to begin w?? as if arabs do not have the right to have a personality that goes beyond just their religion???? it makes me fucking LIVID for my mom who is an educated engineer/the smartest & most beautiful woman i know, my uncle who has an md/phd and plays in the orchestra, my great uncle who is a renowned surgeon etc etc the ignorance just runs so deep and it’s disgusting. it’s like being muslim (or arab even) cannot coexist with being open-minded, with enjoying things, w having preferences, w literally just having space as a person like other people do.

not that i owe that anon an explanation, but im literally an american girl who was raised under the roof of a very liberal mom. maybe i’m not a common case, but my mom is very lax / allowed me to choose between religion or no religion / allowed me to wear whatever i want / allowed me to move out at my discretion bc she knows i’m an adult who can make her own choices. so offensive that they literally generalize arabs to the point that every arab girl has to still be living w her parents / unable to experience anything. it’s such a stereotype & it icks me out beyond what words could say. not every arab girl is a caged bird. not every arab parent is a dictator. “arab” is not just one entity—people engage with the culture in different ways, to varying degrees.

i know sweet & smart & beautiful women who wear the hijab & are more than what that anon could ever hope to be & have the right to step on them. it did not pass me that the moment i revealed i had an arab heritage, that anon started sending racist asks / claiming i’m lesser than other people / making absolutist statements about how i live my life. literally an actual racist in my inbox. it’s just this one anon tbh everyone else is great, but they’ve been super persistent & that tells me it’s rooted in racism. it cannot be anything else. they do not know enough about me for it to be about me as a person—to them i’m just an arab entity that has to be made to feel lesser than.

i’m sorry you have to deal w this love :( this blog will alwayssss be a safe space. always. i love you

[fictionkinfessions]

Canon Tunes:

Well before WWIII, what started it all, I didn’t seek out music very often. I heard classical pieces at the lavish parties I was strung along to, and I experienced a few orchestras with the women who invited me. I can’t say I was very interested in it, not at that time.

After the war, or more accurately after AM imprisoned the five of us, I felt a semi-appreciation for music. We didn’t have access to it in the way we had before, but occasionally Ellen would hum or sing under her breath. The other men never appreciated the small gesture, but I did. I yearned for music, something to remind me of what life had been like. Something familiar.

Long, horrible years passed and eventually turned to decades.. how many, I’m not sure. But oh, once AM had begun to run out of adrenaline-fueled fury he realized that he enjoyed the intricacies, the finer methods of torture he could construct.

For a long while, the complex alternated between music blaring so loudly it would knock you off your feet, to quiet rustling snaps of distorted classical piano. After decades of near silence, I welcomed the times quiet music lazily drifted through his hollow caverns.

We had no concept of day or night in there, but when we all settled down to sleep I could hear it again. That slow, distorted melody. Piano notes, quiet and artificial in nature, buzzes of electricity interjecting rudely.

I theorized that it was less for us, and more for himself. He allowed us to sleep at times, knowing it was imperative to our function. With seemingly no one awake to hear it, why would he play it? For himself. I found it sickeningly endearing, and a lump of sympathy settled heavily in my chest.

Nowadays, I’m interested in music again. All sorts of genres, I don’t harbor a strict preference.

Also, thank you to the kind person who reblogged my lament and said my writing is interesting. I appreciate it.

-Ted (IHNMAIMS) (#🔏🎭)

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[adelemadouce]

1805

Duchâtel's New Year's Eve soirée surpassed all the festivities he had given in our house up to that point. For days the entrance, the large salon, the small salon, the music room, the dining room, the winter garden and other rooms had been furnished and decorated for the grand fête. In the afternoon, the buffet was delivered by "Véry" and set up together with a champaigne pyramid. "Frascati" provided an ice bomb (whatever that was!), Bengal lights were lit in the garden, and a fire-eater was to perform there later. As darkness fell, a small violin orchestra was set up in the winter garden. The three young men tuned their violins and immediately began to play a few delightful Italian melodies. Camille was beside herself, humming happily while she did my hair. Our servants also got as much champaigne as they wanted tonight. Camille explained to me what was going on in the souterrain. "We've set up a little dance floor in the kitchen. I hope our good Monsieur Copin will ask me to dance! If not, I'll have a look at the waiters from "Véry". There are some strapping garçons there!" She giggled in good humor. Oh, how much I would have preferred to celebrate with her and the other servants in the kitchen, than to present myself in festive silk, with diamonds in my hair, to the curious glances of the Parisian haute volée! Duchâtel had invited many important, influential people whom I either didn't know at all or only knew by sight. Duchâtel wanted to show off with me, his much younger wife, the lady-in-waiting of Empress Joséphine, as well as the Emperor's possible favorite, the future "enfant chérie" of Parisian society. I did him the favor and played along. But only out of indifference! When the house was already filled with guests, I finally allowed myself to appear. I walked slowly and gracefully down the stairs, smiling graciously, and heard Duchâtel say aloud: "Ah, you see! I am not married to a woman...but to a goddess! Mesdames et Messieurs...my wife!" The guests applauded. I took Duchâtel's arm and together we completed the "honneurs". I was very much welcomed. While the ladies looked at me in a friendly manner but with easily recognizable envy, I was met with admiration from all the gentlemen! Smiling mysteriously I gave nothing away. I revealed nothing to what everyone would have loved to see confirmed - my romantic relationship with the Emperor! I was certainly the most beautiful woman that evening, but I was it because I was enveloped in the aura of Napoléon's secret adoration for me! I hardly made any conversation, I listened attentively to other people's chats and talks, smiled, and turned away politely as soon as I noticed the slightest hint. Hearing his name - and actually everyone was only talking about him!- made me and my sensitive heart uneasy. I had anticipated that it would be difficult for me to hide my state of heart in the company of other people, but I had not expected that it would be so tormenting for me!

Well, I had set myself a time limit for the evening; I wanted to endure the whole thing until eleven o'clock, but not a minute longer! Then my "headache" would release me from the obligation. I wanted to be alone. I longed to be alone, to lie in my bed, my hands between my legs, dreaming of Him. I had told the Emperor that I would be in bed at eleven o'clock, with my hands between my thighs. He had nodded and teased me: "I'll look at the clock...at eleven! On time! But woe betide you...push your fingers in your peach! Adèle...l'm warning you!" I laughed at him. "...the best thing, Sire,...is for you to come over and see what I'm doing!" Of course it was just a joke.

But he never joked! I had almost forgotten that. Shortly before eleven I was already in my bedroom and was just taking off my long gloves, Camille came to me. "Madame, the black fiacre is here!" I looked at her as if I hadn't heard correctly. It was impossible! The Emperor spent the evening with the imperial family. He was also committed to the whole of the New Year's Day: mass, parade, reception of the diplomatic corps, lunch with the imperial family, New Year's concert in the Louvre Salon and in the early evening a few hours with me in bed in the Allée des Veuves! It was impossible that he wanted to see me now, this evening! Impossible!

I tried to disappear into the souterrain without being seen, where Camille had already laid out my cape. Our house was swarming with guests and staff, but most of them were tipsy, so no one wondered to see me in my hooded cape. I asked Camille to accompany me to the fiacre. We left the house through the servants entrance. The carriage was further away than usual because the street was full of guests coaches and carriages. There were also festivities in the neighbour villas; a dozen of coachmen met around fire baskets and drank punch together. Duroc met me in the dark, he held the door open and said quietly to me: "....I had imagined the evening to be different!" I didn't immediately understand why he said that. Warm air and the scent of Éau de Cologne hit me from inside the fiacre. A small lantern glowed. The Emperor sat in the corner. At second glance I saw that he was not wearing his uniform jacked. His grey coat lay half on his shoulders. The Emperor was not sitting either, but was lying lasciviously on the cushions. When he saw me, he held out his hand and cried out in a wailing voice: "Adèle...imagine...there was an arguement...I had to get out of there! I had to escape from the palace...from my own palace!" I didn't answer, I was too surprised by the sight of him, his messy hair and his desperate expression. He grabbed my arm and pulled me close to his side. I hugged him as much as I could. "Sire?" I murmured questioningly. The Emperor let out another wailing sound, grabbed my neck and pulled my face to his. I kissed his cold, wet lips. Duroc stood in the open door of the carriage the whole time. I now understood what he meant by his words. The Emperor opened his mouth and kissed me wildly. He didn't care that Duroc was watching us. I didn't care either! The Grand Marshal and I were part of the imperial private sphere, our relationship had become friendly! This made many things easier, especially for the Emperor.

"I would rather spend the evening with my Adèle...and Duroc...than with...these bandits!" He would not tell anyone what had happened. The Emperor never spoke about these family matters, he never let anything get out of it, but his behavior could not hide how much the whole thing affected him. He sounded not only tormented, but also disappointed and sad. It had often happened that the Emperor had clashed with his siblings, especially at the time of the coronation, and everyone who was at court knew about the difficult relationship between the Emperor and his family. The Empress had told us ladies-in-waiting that the Bonapartes never had harmonious family meetings, there were always arguments, disagreements, quarrels, outbursts of anger and tears. The Emperor suffered greatly because of this!

I looked at him tenderly. "My poor darling..." then I looked at Duroc. "...how long can the Emperor stay?" The Grand Marshal answered quite emotionless: "Half an hour, at most!" My gaze went back to my suffering Emperor and I asked carefully and with my sweetest voice: "Shall we let have the Grand Marshal a glass of champaigne, Sire? The New Year is just around the corner!" I wanted to distract him from his grief. I used a method that a mother uses with her beloved child. And it worked, for a moment. The Emperor looked at me uncertainly, a tear ran down his cheek. "Yes?" He pouted. "...can I have a glass too...maybe it'll do me good!" I asked Camille, who was still standing outside, to bring us a bottle of champaigne and glasses. "...and Camille, tell the coachman to go and have a punch!" The Emperor looked at me in the dim light of the lamp, he caressed my breasts unashamed, felt my hard thimbles through the satin silk. Then he said reproachfully to Duroc: "...she takes care of everyone! Adèle has a heart of gold! But I am only surrounded by envy and resentment. Why are they doing this to me? Am I not the benefactor of all? Why this ingratitude?" His face was contorted with pain, he was sobbing loudly and tears were streaming down his face. I had never seen him cry before. I was deeply shocked and put my hand on his cheek. I wanted desperately to comfort him! Duroc was not capable of that. Only I was! Now I used a method necessary to comfort a grown man playing the little boy. My thumb brushed over his lips, then slipped into his mouth. I gently pushed his jaws apart, like he always did to me, and pushed my tongue deep into his mouth. He sighed weakly, whiningly. Although I felt infinitely sorry for him, it was heavenly to see him so powerless like that. "Darling,...please... don't cry! My sweet darling...I'm with you!" I never thought I would ever say something like that to him: "My sweet boy...I would love to take you to my bed right now where I can protect you...my little darling!" Maybe my words sounded too seductive, but I would have really really! liked to have him in my bed in this condition! He sighed again and moaned: "I have to go back to the palace...I don't want to! I want to stay with you...my sweet girl! God, you are so beautiful...Adèle!" His eyes glittered. I was still stroking his face. I leaned close to him, whispered sweet things to him, he sobbed again. Finally Camille came with the champaigne! Duroc took the bottle, I held the glasses and let him pour. I held the Emperor's glass, he had finally stopped crying and blows his nose loudly into his handkerchief. Then he picked up his glass. "Your Excellency, I would like to thank you for bringing the Emperor to me! He needs comfort, understanding and compassion, which I can give him! I thank you from the bottom of my heart for allowing me to comfort the Emperor!"

Duroc, the Emperor and myself were not a little surprised by my solemn words. But I think the three of us felt better after I said that. However, I had saved the situation. The Grand Marshal bowed and said: "It is an honour, Madame!" Then Duroc gave the Emperor and me five minutes alone. We drank our champaigne in one go, I took his glass from his hand and put it on the floor of the carriage. Then I took my suffering Emperor, my little boy, in my arms. We licked our faces, kissed each other passionately, painfully, and chattered eagerly: "Are you going to bed now?" - "Yes!" - "...and your hands? Then where are your hands?" - "Where your hands should be!" - "Will I see you at the parade tomorrow?" - "Yes! I promised Tanguy to take him to the parade." - "I will see you, Adèle...and tell you that I love you! In front of the whole world!" - "I will do the same, my love!" - "...and tomorrow evening...in the Allée des Veuves, my sweet? Yes...yes?" - "Yeeesss!" We kissed uninhibitedly once more. He sobbed, still tearful, and it broke my heart! Then I pushed him away gently and jumped out of the fiacre. In front of the carriage, Camille had been having a nice conversation with Duroc, even laughing together. I was reluctant to interrupt them. "Your Excellency, take the Emperor back to the palace now! I would like to speak to you about him at the next opportunity! I beg you...!" I didn't wait for his answer, but grabbed Camille's hand and pulled her with me to our house. My heart was pounding!

The next morning, January 1. 1805, I awoke with a feeling of anxiety. I immediately remembered the nervous crisis that the Emperor had suffered that evening. Would I see the Emperor later, recovered and healthy, on the military parade? Or would terrible news await us from the palace? I was overcome by a tormenting fear. But I didn't let it show. My children, especially Tanguy, were looking forward to the parade. Of course, my little Napoléon had to be there too. He wore a little white fur suit that made him look like a little ice bear. So cute! Duchâtel sent his excuses; he had been playing "Pharaoh" until five in the morning and intended to sleep the morning away. But Moira unexpectedly came to visit! She had celebrated the New Year's Eve in Paris and took the opportunity to visit me. I was very happy, but didn't mention anything about my experience with the Emperor the day before. There was a possibility that Joseph had been involved in the argument, in which case Moira would certainly want to defend himself and perhaps say something nasty that I didn't want to hear. She always protected Joseph from the Emperor. After all, she loved him!

We had breakfast together and Moira gave me a small New Year's present, a book by Madame de Genlis. "Read it, Adèle,...it's about the love story of Louise de La Vallière and King Louis XIV. You'll be interested!" I must have look doubtfully at Moira, who said: "...even if you know the story, read it anyway!" I thanked her and put the book aside. Then I asked Moira if she would accompany me to the parade with the children. I was afraid that the Emperor might have to cancel the parade for health reasons. I didn't know how I would react, but it would be better to have Moira there, because of the children. She agreed and was especially looking forward to seeing my new promenade costume. It was an apricot-colored velvet dress with a short pelerine, trimmed with darkgray fur, and on my head I wore a darkgrey fur toque. "Oh yes, it's just right for the fashion magazines! And next week all of Paris will be wearing it!" Moira always managed to cheer me up! We packed the children into the carriage and Monsieur Copin took us to the Tuileries Garden on that cold sunny January day. As we approached the Place de la Concorde via the Champs Élysée and I heard the hubbub of a crowd of people, a weight was lifted from my heart! The parade in the Tuileries Garden was taking place, the Emperor would appear! We got out of the carriage, Moira holding Tanguy's hand, I carrying my little Napoléon and Camille was instructed to buy a candy cane for Tanguy from a vendor. As a member of the imperial court, we were allowed to sit in the stands. We stayed in the bottom row, however, because Tanguy wanted to see the Emperor's Mameluke up close. The good Parisians turned up in large numbers, dressed in their Sunday best, braving the cold wind and applauding the jagged marching music! It was a wonderful atmosphere. Moira suddenly looked at me, beaming. "There's Joseph, with his daughter Zenaïde!" I looked over to the imperial stand, which was empty except for Prince Joseph and his daughter. The Emperor once said that he would gladly do without his family at the parades rather than see only "yawning faces". The main attraction of this parade was the Imperial Guard. There were only a few regiments in the city, so it would only be a short spectacle. But what an exciting splendor the spectators were treated to! In the most magnificent uniforms, with shining sabres and armors, leopard-skin-trimmed saddles, and golden helmets that shone in the sun, the dragoons galloped past us. A group of young girls screamed with delight as the proud, death-defying men rode past them. Two military orchestras played the same march and a tambour major shouted orders. Since the coronation, a tall wooden triumphal arch stood in the square of the entrance to the Tuileries Garden. The Emperor had told me that he wanted to have a stone triumphal arch built there. The Emperor wanted triumphal arches to be built everywhere in Paris, including a very high one, that visitors could use as an observation tower. The Emperor wanted to make Paris the most beautiful city in the world - the center of the universe!

The orchestras were now playing the "Chant du Départ" and I knew that my center of the universe was about to appear! And then he came! The Emperor rode through the gate of the triumphal arch on his white Arabian horse and the people cheered! I held my little Napoléon tightly in my arms and stood up. "Vive l'Empereur" shouted hundreds of voices around us. I shouted it too, close to tears of joy. I had a good look at the Emperor, his face was iron, his lips pressed together, deadly serious, as if petrified. He reined in his horse, stopped, had the regiments parade, and saluted them in silence. I held my little son tenderly and said quietly: "The Emperor will make your Maman a sibling for you this year...do you like that?" My little one giggled as if he understood. The Emperor once said: "Nothing would make a young woman look more beautiful than a little boy in her arms!" Well, there I stood with my little boy in my arms and hoped that the Emperor would see me! He saw me!!

Napoléon, who always wanted to demonstrate that he was a sovereign close to the people, rode past the rows of visitors, greeting his Parisians, his beloved French people. He finally stopped in front of our stand, his bright eyes found me immediately. Tanguy called out: "...mon Empereur...mon Empereur!" and swung his candy cane like a sword. I went up to the Emperor's horse and handed him my little Napoléon. The Emperor took my child and held him in his arm. He turned his horse and showed my son to the audience. The crowd cheered again and even louder! It was just a gesture...but I burst into tears! The Emperor smiled as he gave me the little one back. "I think his diapers are full!" he said. I beamed at him with teary eyes and took my son. This was the moment when the great Napoléon told me in front of the whole world that he loved me! And of course, there would be talk again; not only my elegant promenade costume, but also this award given to Madame Duchâtel's son would be read in all the society papers tomorrow. As long as it was just that....

Moira's stern look reminded me of the truth. "The resemblance between your two Napoléons is truly striking!" She picked up Tanguy and together we walked back to our carriage. "Was he the Italian actor that night, Adèle? Was it Bonaparte?" Moira stopped and looked at me intently. Camille also looked at me. "No!" I said quietly. "...stop it, Moira, please don't ruin my day!" We continued walking. "You have to tell him, Adèle. He has a right to know...that he has a son!" Moira did not let go. "Stop it," I said again. When we reached the carriage Moira did not get in. She gave Tanguy and the little boy a kiss. "Think carefully about what you are doing, Adèle. Remember that you are not only lying to yourself, but to him and to all of France!" She kissed me goodbye too. Then she disappeared into the crowd.

The evening came quickly. I could hardly wait to get into the fiacre. My body was shaking from a nervous heat. When I finally arrived at Allée des Veuves, I ran into our house. The candles were burning, warmth pouring from the fireplace. I took off my coat, took off my bonnet, thought for a moment and then took off my panthalons. Just in time, because the front door opened and the Emperor entered. I sank into a deep curtsy. "Sire, please forgive me for the thoughtlessness with which I spoke to you yesterday. I wanted to comfort you...but in doing so I forgot who I am...!" The Emperor came towards me, threw off his hat and cloak, grabbed my arm and pulled me up. He didn't say a word. We kissed almost weak because of our immense desire and it would have been sensible to go to the bedroom. But the way upstairs was just too long and so we only got as far as the staircase. I knew that I would have bruises on my back the next day, because the steps were very hard, but the Emperor's liberating cry of lust and his happy, ecstatic face afterwards were worth it! "Will your sweet boy now get his New Year's gift?" He helped me to stand up. "Yes! Come..." I took his hand and led him into the small salon that was to become his library. The room was dark, however, so I took a candelabra with me. The Emperor followed me, standing next to me as I placed the candles on the desk. Right next to the little dancer.

I watched his face. He looked at the small porcelain figurine with interest, a smile curved his lips. "Is that you, Adèle? It's gorgeous!" His eyes shone with delight. I was very happy! "It's Italian Rococo, when the artist created this figure, I wasn't already born, Sire!" The Emperor looked at the figure closely. "...but he must have known that you and your peach would exist one day! Can you stand like this...?" He had hardly said it when I took off my dress and my bodice. When I was standing next to him in just my stockings, I lifted my leg. "I'm a dancer, Sire!" He looked at me, then at the figure, then at me again. He pushed his jaw out lasciviously for a moment, his cheek muscles moving. "How long can you hold out?" he then asked. I bent my head back slightly, opened my wet lips, smiled: "How long can you hold out, Sire?"

[lyon-amore]

At first sight /AU!Duskwood Chapter 1

*Stephan*

 He was in the back room, sorting out the new boxes that had arrived. Stephan checked that all the records were in perfect condition, he did not want any box to be broken. Yes, he could order another employee to do it, since he was the boss, but he preferred to do it himself. And not because he didn't trust his employees, but because he always loved to see newly brought records. He imagined the happy faces of his clients when he saw that his favorite singer, group or simply a record with just music, whether it was a soundtrack, orchestra, relaxation... made him happy with his work. See that music brought people together.

 His phone started ringing, a message notification. Normally he would wait, but he had been waiting for a confirmation since a few days. And it is when he read it, that his happiness caused him to stop what he was doing. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Phil Hey! I've made it, there's a free spot for a performance at our Bar Aurora If you're still interested, the old man accepts, we've listened to your songs and we think it's perfect So if you can this weekend, perfect :)

 Stephan Sure! I checked that we could all have a day off just this weekend 😁

 Phil Oh! You had confidence, I like that ;) So, this Saturday, around eight Is there a problem with transportation? Do you need something?

 Stephan Haha, no, we have everything ready when we perform 😄 We'll be on Saturday then

 Phil Let us know in advance if you can't come, to make way for another performance then

 Stephan I promise that won't happen 🤞🤞 Goodbye Phil 👋👋

 Phil                                         Have a good day, Stephan -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Stephan carefully put down the records, then ran out of the back room to find his friend Klaus. Member of his band.    "Dude, dude, dude!" He ran to the instrument area, where his friend was with a client "I've done it! A concert at Duskwood!    "DON'T FUCK?!" The golden-haired boy yelled "Excuse me for a moment, business, but continue to look at which guitar you like best." he excused himself, following Stephan.     The two of them met at the counter to talk.    "Just as I wanted, it will be this Saturday" Stephan began to say ". the guy told me that both the owner and he liked our songs."    "What’s up?" The young employee at the counter looked at them "Did you get it?"    "I've done it, Angie!" Stephan yelled.    "I knew it!" The girl she left her post, going to hug her two bosses "I knew you were going to get it!"     Stephan infected another person with his joy. They had been wanting to get a performance at Duskwood for a while, they had been told that it was one of the many places that people liked to go to have a good night with friends and music. Just what he liked.    "Come on Angie, we know you're glad you won't be working that day." Klaus ruffled the teen's hair.    "Hey, like you're the only ones with plans" the girl joked ". It's a pity that I can't go to see you, I wish my parents could take me."    "Have us booked for your birthday then." Stephan told her, with a laugh.    "Like they'd like to have a rock band in our backyard."     The boys laughed. They welcomed all music lovers into they store, all those who had a dream and his parents didn't trust then. They only had one rule: No drugs. They were pretty strict on that issue and didn't want any trouble.    "And well? Have you told Ashley?" Klaus asked, leaning against the counter.    "Now I'm going to send a message to her and also to Macie, I want to drag her around so she can have a little fun" Stephan took out his cell phone and then looked at Klaus ". If it's okay."    "No, it's not a problem, you know we're friends."    "Oh, an ex-girlfriend who broke your heart?" Angie laughed.    "No, no, it was mutual" Klaus replied with a dismissive gesture ". We didn't want the same thing, that's all."    "He cried for a week." Stephan replied, as he typed the message.    "Dude! Don't tell!"     Angie laughed, returning behind the counter. Klaus glared at Stephan. It was great, now it was going to be the comedy for teenagers.    "And are you going to tell Sophia?" Klaus changed the subject, nodding to the phone.    “When I get home, I want to be able to tell her in person."     A wide smile appeared on his face. He was sure his girlfriend would be glad that he finally got that one night stand. He was really looking forward to Saturday.

He returned home and heard his girlfriend's voice upstairs, talking. She was probably making a video for her YouTube channel. Sky, his Golden Retriever dog, came up to him, wearing some sort of ridiculous outfit, a jacket with shoulder pads. He stretched out at Stephan's feet, looking sad.    "What is this?" The young man asked, bending down to him "Did Sophia put this on you?"     He began to remove the garment. When he released him, Sky wagged his tail, licking his face in thanks. Stephan laughed, stop. To then hear a sharp voice.    "Stephan! Please! I'm recording!” Sophia yelled angrily.    "Sorry!" He got up, taking the collar and harness "Come on, boy, we take a walk so as not to disturb Sophia."     The dog began to circle, happy in the spot until he sat down, waiting for me to put the harness on. The sound of heels going down the stairs was heard before opening the door.    "You make a lot of noise!" the brunette complained, crossing her arms "Can't you make less noise?"    "I'm sorry Sophia, we were just going for a walk" Stephan told her, making an apologetic gesture ". Then I'll tell you something incredible. You're going to hallucinate!"    "Okay, but notify me by phone before coming, at least to stop recording" the young woman approached, kissing him in a hurry ", this video is important, it's a collaboration!"     <<Another?>>    Stephan was hardly surprised anymore. His girlfriend had reached the top with her style and her charisma. They had even given her a little fashion interview. And he was always there to support her and feel happy that her dreams came true. He hoped he could also tell her about his and that they share theirs.

Just as he told her, he sent a message to Sophia before the two of them went back home. When he arrived, she was already collecting all the clothes she had been borrowed and putting them back in the boxes.    "What are you doing?" Stephan asked, raising an eyebrow in confusion.    "I'm going to return the clothes" answered the girl, with a gesture of disgust "it's so ugly that I don't want it in my closet, I expected something better. I hope that with the video people will see that they should not buy from this brand."    "I don't know, it seems fine to me." he said when he saw the yellow dress she was putting away.    "But don't you see it?" She made a sound of annoyance "This is not pretty at all, on top of that the brand is poor, I mean, have you seen? It's for classless people. And yellow? Oh really? It's the worst color ever."     Stephan looked at the dress again. Well, it was a bright color, not a soft shade, but the frills added a nice touch. Although it's not like he was a fashion expert either. Music was his thing.    "I have good news" Stephan approached Sophia, who was still pouting "I'll be performing with the group this weekend at Duskwood!"     Sophia stopped whatever she was doing and pouted sadly.    "But Stephan, I have a photo shoot this weekend. Have you forgotten?" the young woman she hugged him, blinking as she rolled her eyes.    "I know, but I'm always with you in those sessions" Stephan returned the hug, with a pleading look ", besides, it's okay because for once I didn't go, we're always together, even when you come to my concerts. Maybe it's okay for once not to be together and do our job without worrying about each other."    "Stephan, are you ask me for space?" Sophia asked, starting to get annoyed.    "What? I didn't say that!" Stephen laughed.    "Thank goodness" Sophia sighed with relief    ". Well... I guess for once..." she frowned, annoyed "And who's going?"    "Well, the group and Macie and Susy are going too."    "And that girl from your work?" She asked, starting to look at him doubtfully.    "What girl?"    "How many do you have working there?"     Stephan began to think. Also, was is that important?    "There's Aria, Petra, and Angie."    "That one! Angie!" Sophia exclaimed "I know the other two are married with children."    "Sophia" he chuckled ", Angie is sixteen. How is she going to come with us?"    "Well, at sixteen you can do a lot of things and I don't trust her, I think she likes you."     Stephan shook his head. How could she say that? Angie even had a boyfriend and she was like a little sister to him. Someone to also teach music. And he wasn't one of those guys. He couldn't see that teenager except what she was, a teenager.    "Sophia, I think you exaggerate sometimes…"    "I'm not exaggerating, you're very handsome and attract people a lot" she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him ", especially girls, I don't like it sometimes when they look at you."    "Um... yeah..." he felt a little uncomfortable with the way she talked about him. It was as if she were talking to a little child. The same way that sometimes his family spoke to him, as if he didn't understand anything "But you shouldn't worry, we'll go among friends."    "You better..." Sophia kissed him, quickly.     Many times, he wondered at what point her attitude had changed. Was it her when she became famous? When she met his family? Or had she just always been this way but he never noticed until now?

He tried to relax, playing the guitar a little while Sky slept beside him, as if what Stephan was playing was a lullaby. It was then that he received a message from his father. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 Audo Sophia has told me that you are going to do a concert in Duskwood When will you stop acting and focus on business? That's why I invested part of my money in it, so that you could focus on having a decent job. Stop acting, the music does not feed Remember that you still have a position at my law firm, and so you leave the business to your friend. I only want the best for you, remember that there are better things for the future. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 He put the phone aside, bringing his hands to his face, raising them to his head, starting to feel pain. Sky immediately stood up, resting his head on his legs.    "I'm fine boy" he caressed hisr head, and the dog opened his mouth, as if he smiled ", don't worry."     <<I can't wait for Saturday to arrive. >>

*Jessy POV*

 She had seen him again. Hand in hand with a girl She wondered if she was the one he cheated on with. If she was the one who made them break up both. She shook her head, turning away from him. It was enough that he was in a town where everyone knew everything, but unfortunately, no one knew this. Although she didn't want problems either, she just wanted to forget about him.

 She made it to her work, walking into the office to hang her bag and jacket on the coat rack before standing at the counter.    "Hi Arnold, Violet, Loki, and Sam." She greeted the fish, though not even those were they name.   Every day they put new ones on them, a ritual of her friend and her since she started working.

A wave of rage ran through her entire body. What a face he had to put himself in front of her with another woman.    "Good morning, employee fav- Okay, from your face, it doesn't look like a good morning." A young man approached the counter, wearing a cap with the logo of his business. Seeing her, he stopped worried, leaning on the counter "And that face?"    "I've seen him with another girl..." the redhead said, crossing her arms over the counter.    "Jessy, it's been three years now" the young man sighed, looking at her with pity ". You better forget it, thinking about who it was will only hurt you."    "I guess you're right, Richy" Jessy gave him a smile. In truth, she didn't even like feeling bad "Fuck her!"    "Amen to that, sister!" Richy exclaimed, raising his hand to give her a high five.     Jessy laughed and high-fived her friend, like in the movies when colleagues greet each other.    "Have you seen the group chat?" Richy asked her while he was waiting for a customer.    "Are you talking about this Saturday?" Jessy began to turn on the computer, getting ready for work "Yeah, I have no plans, I can go to the Aurora."    "It's been a long time since we all got together, as we are always sooooo busy." Richy said exaggeratedly, as he looked around, the emptiness of the place.    "At least, more than we sure are."    "Ooh! It hurts." He placed a hand on her chest, as if he had been hit by a bullet.     Richy loved to exaggerate when he was joking, and if he could make her friend forget about her jerk ex-boyfriend, so much the better.    "And do you think… Will he be there?" Jessy asked, sheepishly.    "He who?"    "Oh Richy! Don't make me say his name."    " ‘Oh Jake! Your name sounds like an orchestra of angels singing your name!’ "    "I don't talk like that!" She laughed, pushing him but without much force "And I don't like him, I'm just asking out of curiosity."    "A little yes." Richy gestured with his fingers.    "Well, I admit that he is handsome-"    "And he calls you Jessica."    "Anyone has a flaw."     The blond rolled his eyes, letting out an exaggerated sigh.    "Jessy, I think that guy would rather hook up with a computer program than a real person." He began to move away from the counter, slowly ". Just give fate time and you'll see that the right prince for you will appear” he continued with a joking tone, which made Jessy throw a chocolate bar at him "Hey! No assaulting your boss."    "Well, Mr. Boss, a little more respect for his employee."    "Okay, okay" He held up his hands in surrender ". Well, I'll finish one of the cars, I'm supposed to have it by one."    "And you're here talking?"    "Because I was coming to get something from the back store." He moved away a little more. "Let me know if anyone comes."    "Ok."     Richy walked away, leaving her alone.

The truth is, after her boyfriend cheated on her, she didn't have much hope of finding someone. That cheating of hers made her feel bad about herself, as if she might not be good enough for anyone. Why would he cheat on her in the first place?

While she waited for a customer to arrive, she watched a video of her favorite influencer, Sophia. She had made a video of a collaboration that week, with colorful dresses. It was good for her to buy one to get out of it, maybe some cheerful item of clothing could raise her mood a bit. She noticed the yellow dress, with a few frills at the bottom. Yellow was her favorite color and her dress was pleasing to the eye. Before the weekend she had to go into town so she could go to the store to buy it. She had made up her mind.

She looked at her phone, wondering whether or not to ask the question. She was curious to know who was going on Saturday. She had found out from Phil that it would be going to a new band to play. She expected them to be much better than the last one they were. Or at least, it didn't seem so good to her.

In the end, she went to the chat she had with the girls. So at least he seemed less suspicious. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 Jessy Girls!!! Do you have your galas for tomorrow yet? 💅

 Cleo Ugh! I don't know whether to go I don't feel like going to the bar on the weekends

 Hannah Because you know that's when Phil takes over the bar and you can't stand him 😝

 Cleo Exactly 🙄

 Lilly Sometimes it's like you really like me          

 Cleo Before that, I prefer that the man without a face be real and take me 🙃

 Jessy And you Amy??

 Amy I have to deliver an urgent painting that was requested, so I guess I won't go 😔 Still, that site annoys me a bit sometimes though, by Phil

 Hannah Oh no… I already told you, don't let him flirt with you 😩 I know he can be charming, but believe me, he's not…

 Jessy Calm down a bit, you are talking about my brother

 Cleo That brother that treats you bad? 😑

 Jessy Well…

 Lilly Change of subject

 Jessy Yeah Who else will go then?

 Hannah Dan we know that he will be working there So I guess we'll all be Thomas is coming too 🥰

 Jessy Everybody?

 Lilly Well, we're trying to convince Jake to come over 🤭

 Jessy Is he capable of resisting his sisters? 🤔

 Hannah Impossible 😁

 Jessy 😂 -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 Jessy let out a 'Great' under her breath. Surely there would be a chance that if they talked to him, maybe he would stop by Duskwood.

 She spent all day trying to figure out how to put on her hair, put on her makeup, and choose the perfect shoes for her dress. She didn't want to look like she had a rough week because of her ex, no. That night she would shine, like a star. She was clear about it. And maybe, she could dare to ask Jake on a date. Why not? Even if it was just one.

Her friends were waiting at the entrance to Aurora bar, waiting for her. But if her gaze were to stop at the tall, black-haired young man, he stood next to his sisters with a calm air. She smiled seeing him. They had made it out. She walked over to them, adjusting her coat and smiling.    "Hello, everyone." She ran her gaze over each one of them, trying not to stare at Jake too long.    "Hi Jessy." Hannah greeted, hugging her friend.    "Wow Jake, are you here too?" Jessy now looked directly at him, interested.    "They forced me, actually." the young man complained, making a face.    "It's already a miracle we managed to get him out of front of the computer." Lilly said, patting him on the cheek to tease him.    "Is it the end of the world?" Richy teased.    "Or that they did not stop insisting, more like." Jake replied, beginning to enter the bar along with the rest of the group.    "But yes, it's strange that Jake is here, is it a thing of fate?" Thomas continued the joke.     Richy nudged Jessy in a friendly way. Her redhead blushed, knowing that his hint was directed at her. She didn't want it to show that she had a crush on him, so she nudged him back, but harder so that she would be careful not to say anything.

 They sat at the same table as always, waiting for the group to be ready to go.

The bar had changed a lot since Phil worked there, along with his boss, Michael Hanson. On the weekends, Jessy's brother ran the place, which made more young people come. And so Mr. Hanson would spend weekends with his daughter and his newborn granddaughter. For years he had trusted that Phil could run the bar in good manners and he was right. He always kept the bar full after novel ideas from him. 

Dan walked over to the table to greet them, draped the cloth over his shoulder, and leaned against the table, smiling at them.    "How are you guys?" He asked, looking at his friends "And Hackerman."     Jake sighed. He didn't know how to tell him that even though his job was programming and security, he had nothing to do with what he thought.    "Come on Dan, don't mess with him" Jessy defended him, leaning on the table ", it's enough that his sisters dragged him here."    "Okay, sweetie, I'll stop now" Dan laughed. In front of Jessy he was weak "the usual?"    "Yes please." Lilly answered.    "Marching then."

     Slowly, the bar began to fill up. Strong drinks were not yet around among the clients, the rule was: Enjoy the music first and not three glasses of alcohol before. Since, the first time there was a problem with some drunks, which caused the police to go to the Aurora. What made Alan find out and tell his father-in-law, giving a good lecture for the young man at that time.

Everyone began to gather on the dance floor. Everyone except Jake, who stayed at the table along with his phone, attending to a colleague with a problem. Jessy watched him from a distance, which made Richy laugh.    "Did you think that he would come and dancing and you invite him?"    "No" Jessy replied, exhaling ". Well…"    "Jessy, enjoy the concert and then you talk, tell him you like it-"    "I don't like him."    "Well, stop looking at him or he'll think you're a stalker."     Jessy pouted. Was that what she seemed like? Maybe that's why he wasn't interested in her.

The lights began to dim, turning on those on the stage. Three young people came out on stage: two men and a woman. Two girls in front yelled encouragement, to which they responded to their greetings with a funny sign.    "Whoa! This site is full!" the young man in the middle, a boy with medium hair and blond hair, spoke into the microphone "I'm Klaus, the singer of The Forsaken and I'm going to introduce you who's accompanying me: To my right we have the bass player with the most musical talent, although he doesn't want to admit it because he's modest. Ssssssstephan!" a 'cheer up cousin' came out of the mouth of one of the girls in the front row, the blonde "And to my left, the charming drummer, a woman who knows how to set the rhythm well, Asssssshley!" the other girl, the brunette, yelled "You can, love." Giving to know that both girls knew the group quite well. The crowd laughed. The energy they transmitted was pleasant and quite lively. "Please, don't be scared by the mood of these two young ladies here, they are just some groupies who always follow us." Klaus joked.     The two girls complained between laughs, accompanied by the public.

 Klaus's voice was just too good, even on the guitar. Stephan and Ashley played wonderfully, and depending on what song they sang, they would switch from instrument to keyboard playing. Jessy was dancing with her friends, giving up the thought of paying attention to Jake. She also didn't have to worry about him all the time, right?

When they announced that they were going to play the last song, everyone started to complain. No one wanted them to stop performing. They all saw a mischievous smile on Klaus's face, who turned to look at his friend.    "Do you know what's missing here?" The blonde began to say "A song to dance as a couple" he approached Stephan, putting his arm around his shoulders "And who better than my great friend to sing the last song?"    "What? No, no, no!" Stephan started to say, through the microphone.    "My friend Stephan is also a singer, but like I said, he's very modest and he leaves all the singing work to me" he began to lead him to the center of the stage "What do you say, Ashley?" He looked at the curly-haired girl, who also smirked.    "That seems great to me, Klaus, people don't know what awaits them."     Everyone started cheering for Stephan, even Jessy screamed along with the crowd.    Stephan pouted, then picked up his friend's guitar. Everyone applauded and he sighed into the microphone.    "What I'm going to sing is a cover of a song by a Colombian group, but don't worry, my version is translated for you" he said shyly ". It's called 'Simplemente pasan'. Eh… ‘They just pass’."     Everyone was silent, listening to Stephan's voice and the soft melody of the guitar. Although everyone was expectantly listening, Jessy was looking at him in awe. In his voice she heard a bit of sadness, as if something was wrong with him. She didn't seem to be singing to someone, his gaze was far from the stage. She didn't quite know why, but she was sad to see him.

Chapter 2

[daveslutstaine]

I was tagged by my mutual @blackccelebration for this! Thank you 💓

Were you named after anyone? Nope!

When was the last time you cried? I really don't remember. I don't cry much these days tbh

Do you have kids? Nope

Do you use sarcasm a lot? Yep, especially with friends and family. I refrain from doing it in front of patients though.

What's the first thing you notice about people? The sound of their voice. Tone, mood, whether it's high or low pitched, or any accents they may have

What's your eye colour? Brown so dark it looks black, though when the sun hits my eyes you can clearly tell they're brown

Scary movies or happy endings? Both are good to me!

Any special talents? Cooking! I don't do it often due to lack of time, but when I do everyone cleans their plates!

Where were you born? The USA! More specifically, the southern US. Been living here my whole life and I don't plan on leaving. It's a quiet place where I live but I prefer it that way. Plus it's also mostly farm land, so if you drive out to the country it's so nice! You get to see so many cows, and occasionally horses and every now and again sheep! It's a beautiful place and one of the few states that hasn't been fully ruined by the influx of annoying Californians, though thankfully they mostly avoid this place and go to our neighboring state down south

What are your hobbies? Drawing, painting, storytelling, reading about anything and everything, playing the guitar, gardening, and yeah that's it. Occasionally I'll do something different like sewing but it's not often enough that I would call it a hobby of mine ya know? I do want to learn how to sword fight once I get done with the hell known as nursing school though

Have any pets? Nope

What sports do you play/have played? Well, if you consider this a sport, I used to do karate when I was little, but it got too expensive for my parents to allow me to continue. I still enjoy martial arts, but I'm more interested in HEMA than in traditional martial arts, hence why I want to do sword fighting some day!

How tall are you? 5'3 or 160 cm

Favourite subject in school? In grade school it was English and orchestra. In college it was pharmacology. It was a surprisingly easy class despite all the medications I had to memorize. It was also really fun to learn how to give injections and other meds!

Dream job? I'm not exactly sure at the moment. I'm definitely content with the career path I've chosen, but now I'm not sure what specialty I want. I'm torn between becoming a cardiac or oncology nurse. I really enjoyed the cardiac unit in the hospital I had my cardiac clinical in. Plus I really like heart stuff in general and have always had a major interest in cardiology. The heart is just a fascinating organ to me, though not as fascinating as the brain, but honestly I don't feel much of a calling towards neurology tbh. I recently had a clinical at a cancer center and it was one of the best experiences I've had thus far. I won't lie, I thought I was going to hate it. I lost a family member to cancer three years ago, so I thought I was going to come out there sobbing, but my experience was so much more positive than I expected. The staff was incredibly friendly, and the patients were so positive despite their diagnosis. The whole atmosphere was so welcoming and the patients were so well taken care of. I didn't hear a single staff member complain about anyone in the staff only areas. It was truly something else and I say that in a good way.

Many years ago when I was younger, I actually wanted to be an oncologist. Unfortunately medical school is both expensive and intense. I fell out of love with medicine and was incredibly indecisive about what I wanted to do. I originally went into nursing as a way to get my family off my back about what I was going to do with my life. But now I'm rediscovering that love again and I thank my experience at the cancer center and cardiac unit for that. I still have one semester left to go until I graduate, so hopefully God will help guide me to where I need to be. I just hope I can be a good nurse for whoever it is I'll be looking after in the future.

Anyway I'll leave it there

I now leave this an open tag!

[shallowsfm]

RUTH WILSON. SHE/HER / have you ever heard of 911 by lady gaga, well, it describes CLAIRE BAUDELAIRE MCCLAIN to a tee! the forty year old, and CONDUCTOR / COMPOSER / PRODUCER (OWNER OF MCCLAIN STUDIOS) was spotted browsing through the stalls at portobello road market last sunday, do you know them? would you say she is more ostentatious or more DEDICATED instead? anyway, they remind me of black roll neck sweater paired with a gold medallion necklace, discarded and empty vintage wine bottles, being the epitome of ardour when working only for fatigue and irritability are welcomed just moments after, the feeling of being overwhelmed and turning off the mobile phone when someone calls more than twice yet feeling hurt when your own calls aren’t picked up, maybe you’ll bump into them soon!

tws: infertility, infidelity, divorce, anxiety, panic attack, anxiety

early life:

claire was actually born in york, yorkshire (but lies that she’s a southerner and that’s what’s on her wiki page!). she’s the eldest of four siblings but the middle child always stepped up and outperformed her in every single way. her mother was a music teacher and her father a chemist. although she was inspired by music, she never decided to take up a music hobby like her siblings and was part of a swimming club instead.

claire had always been conscientious. a student, she’d get easily upset if she did anything wrong and would want to avoid any repercussion from it, even if it was as simple as a note being jotted down to say she’d forgotten one of her workbooks, she’d cry about it.

at school, she was the person who would sing in front of her peers in assembly and be bullied by people because of it. she had always been in a choir and had a good voice but children were cruel and that knocked her confidence massively.

she was around 10 when she decided she wanted to take up some music classes, however, the only one available was in choral conducting. she went from being in the choir to conducting it and she preferred her back to the audience.

conducted her first orchestra when she was 12. was a big of a child prodigy in that respect and went to study in zurich. there was a sense of being a phony considering she'd never played an instrument herself but she'd frequently leave that part out. she understood them through analysis and theory - that was impressive so why was she so embarrassed by it?

there was always an interest in composition, the application of what she considered to be truth.

career:

it was her 'messing around’ in a band that would lead her become a world-renowned composer, with a few oscars and grammys below her belt. it was the perfect amount of being seen but not swarmed as if she were famous and she had got lucky on that front. a very private person, there was only so many red carpet walks she would do.

when it comes to her profession, claire is an obsessive person and does let it consume her from time to time. it does worry her parents but she’s on a lot of money ( ~ £2m per score and she now pays for her parents’ retirement and holiday home so everything must be going great, right? not only would she work her way up to chief conductor for the bbc symphony orchestra, claire would also continue her work as a composer. she's obsessed with music and does find it difficult to switch off.

think of her discography as that of someone like hans zimmer, it’s that style and she can be both impactful and experimental, electronic along with traditional orchestra.

she has also got disney composing and conducting credits for various scores and has been involved in the soundtrack recording of various blockbusters.

earns a couple million upfront for her scores and then any royalties on top of that.

personal life / break down of her marriage:

claire met her now ex-husband when she first moved to london and assumed her role four years ago. she was renting out a small apartment, one that she could easily afford but some of the larger apartments didn’t give her such flexibility when it came to short-term rent. a successful investor, he was incredibly charming. they had a lot to talk about and seemed to appreciate each other’s pace. they were married within the year.

while he seemed to be smitten by her, his parents and friends seemed to be a little harder. she wasn’t from upper-class society (though she had kept her fake london accent when she moved over from london) and although she could hold her own, she was different. she was polite as she had run with these types of crowds, for years, in her line of work but it was never something she was truly happy with.

problems started to arise when he wanted children. claire wasn’t opposed to it and they did try but there were issues, more so on her side. she knew that he definitely felt pressure from his family to carry on the legacy and that pressure was also taken on by claire.

they started the ivf process and it made her feel terrible. while her sick days didn’t increase, the woman didn’t look well throughout it. a couple of months in, she collapsed on the street and was hospitalised.

she had reached her limit. she was in pain and she chose to stop the treatment. her husband was crushed by it and did attempt to change her mind but it didn’t work. the woman was afraid that he’d leave her seen as having a child was something he wanted but he stayed.

there was an obvious rift between them after that. he did look after her, they continued as normal but then he stopped asking her more and more about her work and he seemed either flat or angry when she asked him the same. . she felt like there was something going on and she did feel guilty for it.

around eight months ago, he sat her down after work and gave her the news that he was leaving her. at first, she didn’t believe it but he was serious. he had been in a relationship for the best part of six months and she was pregnant. she tried to convince him that they could work it out but it wasn’t what he wanted.

the aftermath:

he had moved out of the penthouse (rightfully so as it was his fault) but claire's name wasn’t on it. everything felt like it was going to be taken away from her, apart from mcclain studios which she had set up, using his surname, but with only her name on companies house. he had moved in with this new woman, who was slightly younger than her and from an affluent family.

it wasn’t her finest moment when she tried to beg him to come back and after being met with hostility when he used to be the one to comfort her, she stopped trying.

everything felt like it was her fault, that she could have prevented this all from happening if she ‘pushed herself’ to give him what he had wanted. she was so confused as to why he had chosen to stay with her and go behind her back rather than just tell her then and there. unknown to claire, one of her friends found out and said if he didn’t tell her, they would.

anxiousness seemed to follow her wherever she went. she kept the divorce a secret from everyone, scared of being one of those statistics and not wanting to be the brunt of gossip. she hadn’t even told her parents and that caused issues when he took it upon himself to ring them and when they were talking like they were still together, he broke the news. this has caused a lot of contention with her folks back in england.

one morning, claire experienced a panic attack on the subway. someone realised what was happening and attended to her before getting her off at the next stop. it was them who called her work and explained the situation.

she took a few days off her more than busy schedule (distracted herself by perhaps taking on too many projects) but then went back like nothing had happened. the same happened again and it was at that point, she contacted a professional and is currently in therapy.

the woman seemed to completely disappear from society as she isolated herself. three years ago she had won a grammy, the year after than an oscar - what on earth had happened to her life? the divorce was done, she had been given the penthouse in south london, a decision she didn’t quite know the meaning of, and then she was preoccupied with selling it. she’s not managed to find a buyer yet but is renting it out as she lives in nottinghill, closer to her friends.

claire is currently on a leave of absence from her role at the bbc symphony orchestra after she collapsed during a performance.

she's unsure if they'll renew her contract. they've given her no indication that they don't want her back but she feels her professionalism has slipped with her personal issues and she never wanted that to be the case. claire is respected for her crafts and the role that she has but at what cost?

the other bits:

a few months ago, she graced the red carpet again after composing the soundtrack for a hit blockbuster and awaits nominations for that, almost like nothing happened... yet again...

claire really hates going on trains due to her recent experience with them so won’t take them. instead, she gets the bus as she finds it relaxing??? doesn’t want to be that person booking taxis every day or with a private driver. (let’s stop this rich lady taking the bus, yeah?)

her divorce is not yet public but anyone with eyes can see something’s happened there.

she has over 9 million subscribers on spotify.

always playing around with her work, even when she’s not working. whether it be on a laptop or phone. currently remixing her work into club tracks and feels like the urge to dj is her mid-life crisis.

listens to heavy metal/heavy rock and watches documentaries, loves to hate horror.

if she hears her breakout song (her first song that won an award) she cries as it reminds her of a very together part of her life and she feels like things have totally changed.

keeps her awards locked in a safe and not on display.

there will probs be more but this is all i can think of at this moment in time.

[askthemysterkids]

What kinds of music do they listen to?

Heck yeah music! (Freaking love music.)

Dipper: Top 50 Pop. He loves Disco Girl/Dancing Queen. Will hide that though but everyone knows.

Mabel: Even though she teases Dipper about it, she also listens to Pop. She is also a girl who loves musicals. She canonically had a crush on Hamilton. Guess what she listened to in high school?

Norman: I can see him enjoying Alternative Rock. Not the Beatles but he seems like the guy who would enjoy Cold Play. Correct me if I'm wrong though.

Neil: Musicals maybe? I can also see Pop.

Coraline: Rock. Also she doesn't like Barbie Girl. I can also see her Rick Rolling people.

Wybie: I like the idea of him listening to Rock with Coraline but I also like the idea of him listening to Contemporary. Like, it's his preference. Raz: Calliope music. I'm kidding. I think he'd like Classic Rock (Welcome to My Mind you know?) but I'd also like it if he enjoyed Pop.

Lili: Black Parade She might get Raz into modern Rock I think. I also like the idea of her listening to calm music. Like instrumentals. Just, the idea of her listening to calm music while gardening is very nice. Idk, Lili is on the verge of Rock but I'm not sure.

Wirt: He listens to Rock/Classic Rock actually. Just hear me out! In the art book there is cassette tapes and upon doing research it brought me to Fugazi and 3 Non Blondes! Those are Rock bands! (Sara probably showed him the bands.) Anyways, he also enjoys classical music.

Greg: Greg enjoys The Wiggles. I refuse to say Baby Shark.

Luz: So I'm thinking a lot of things (and I hate that Rock is one of them). There is some fantasy-esque genres that are great like Epic Orchestrals but also Fantasy Rock. That one is really neat actually. I do think that she also very much loves Pop and that is what she shows her friends in the human realm.

Hunter: Luz showed him Pop.

Anne: I think she is also a Pop person. A mix of Pop and Alternative Rock. I wouldn't be surprised if she liked some songs like Sleepyhead or Touch-Tone Telephone too.

Sasha: You see her sick guitar solo? Rock.

Marcy: Epic Orchestras, Fantasy Rock, Musicals, whatever genre Sleepyhead is, and Pop. She loves it all.

[needleandstory]

🎵for a battle theme song

🏰 for a location or dungeon theme and setting

👊 for a description on a special move

💬 for a opening dialogue before fight

👌 for an key item left from them after losing

☠ for a game over if they win the fight

💯 to know if they would be a easy or a hard boss

👏 for a subordinate or mini-boss they might have

for xander

🏰 for a location or dungeon theme and setting

Your footsteps echo across the empty stadium as you descend the stairs. All the signs and posters said it would be here tonight. They guided you here, smattered across walls and telephone poles; they said it would be unforgettable.

But the stadium is dark. You've reached the orchestra, and you turn around as you walk, gazing at the empty seats. You can almost imagine it: a sea of people, a chorus of cheers.

The spotlight snaps on on the stage behind you.

💬 for a opening dialogue before fight

Xander stands in the light, golden eyes ablaze and grin wide. Honeybee's in his hands, crimson body glittering violet and gold, and his fingers rest on the strings.

"Welcome to the show."

🎵for a battle theme song

now you feel like number one

👏 for a subordinate or mini-boss they might have

HONEYBEE: A battle against Xander is a dual battle, as he's assisted by the angelic companion in his guitar. When played, Honeybee's song can inflict a charm or disorienting status effect, and when used as a melee weapon, Honeybee can reach into its opponent in the moment of contact and shred them from the inside out, doing major damage. Any magic Xander uses is sourced from Honeybee, and it buffs all of Xander's physical abilities.

👊 for a description on a special move

A REAL AXE: Xander switches Honeybee from song stance to weapon stance (or vice versa) in a large, wide swing that shoots out a thrumming shockwave in the area in front of him.

HEART OF A KNIGHT: Xander sees someone or something he cares about in danger. He gains a large buff to HP and a moderate buff to all physical abilities, but he takes all attacks directed at the Protected.

💯 to know if they would be a easy or a hard boss

So long as Xander and Honeybee are together, Xander's an extremely difficult boss. He can tank a lot of damage; he can hit for just as much; and he's more nimble than one would otherwise expect. A ranged strategy is highly recommended if you attempt to battle him in this state, as he vastly prefers melee and close combat.

Once separated, he is far more manageable. Though his physical abilities are still formidable, Xander has no inherent magic, and he's slower without Bee's buffs. Honeybee is impotent so long as no direct contact is made, and can be handled separately. Though the ease of dispatching Honeybee may tempt you to deal with it first, focus on Xander to avoid activating his HEART OF A KNIGHT ability.

👌 for an key item left from them after losing

WORN GLOVES: A pair of fingerless black leather gloves. The leather is soft and comfortable from years of daily wear. (Moderate buff to Strength and Determination.)

☠ for a game over if they win the fight

Xander shifts Honeybee onto his back as he comes to kneel down beside you. He lifts your chin in his hand and looks over your face, and whatever he sees makes him smile. "Hey, not a bad show, not bad at all. You're just not the duet partner we're looking for. Sorry." He drops your chin as he stands up and walks away.

The lights cut off.

Alternate Ending, if HEART OF A KNIGHT was activated:

Xander swings Honeybee to his back as he strides up to you and kicks you--hard--in the ribs, flipping you onto your back as he stomps down on your spine. "Piece of shit," he spits. "If I ever see you around here again, this won't be the end of it. Now get the hell out."

Alternate Ending, if HEART OF A KNIGHT was activated, but the Protected still perish:

The guitar comes down on your skull, and a sickening crack echoes through the stadium. Honeybee drags on the ground, dripping chuck berry red, as Xander walks away.

[thatonesongyouretryingtoremember]

If I were a mutual who would like to befriend you, are there boundaries that come w that?

Fun thing about tumblr is that settings allow anyone to set boundaries within the app and website.

For example, I allow everyone to send me anonymous asks using the app settings because thus far I am okay with them :3

I don't really have anything against DMS, but I don't start conversations and I don't Isuzu hold them well, which is part of the next things.

Alot of my boundaries with social media are things I set for myself. Things like "I can set down my phone whenever I want if the vibes are off", etc, but also

I do not share personal details about my life. Pretty much the only things people know about me are that I'm a white queer from the USA and other shit they've gleaned from my posting about experiences as an [insert identity] person. I don't share things like the events of my day normally, because I like to compartmentalize tumblr and keep my safe persona here seperate. I can spend some time in this little pocket reality.

And I never ask those questions of other people either, because I consider it invasive to want to know more about others than they know of me, [but of course what people choose to share on their own blogs is their own choice <2] so I don't ask more than follow ups (eg. If they say their sister was cool in the orchestra I ask what instrument but that's it. Fake example btw)

Most of my mutuals are people who either I've spam reblogged until we started legit interacting and I've said based stuff about the niche I followed then for, or people who spam reblog me and like my art n shitposts.

Anyone can tag me in stuff regardless of whether we're mutuals or not. I might not always answer, but that is not personal it is part of my personal boundaries. "I only have so much energy to give to this app and website" and "I can block hashtags if I don't wanna see my mutual's blorbo who's source material I don't care about, it's my own damn dashboard" and such.

And I answer specific question anons like this pretty easily, but I have a more difficult time with statements like positivity anons.

I love positivity anons ["if you're getting this it means we appreciate you", etc] but I find it hard to answer these because they are statements and because they sometimes come with instructions on how to pass them on because they are chain anons. Both of these take more energy than I am willing to spend, but I never delete them and I always enjoy getting them <2

I post a lot about Stranger Things and miscellaneous fandoms, and I welcome interaction there. Additions that add more insight or context to a post, etc. This type of conversation is easier to maintain, is something I am comfortable with, and is typical for the website and what I do here.

Of course, I usually don't shy away from conversing with others about what they choose to discuss on their own posts, with the understanding (the hope) that they will tell me if I am overstepping. And I also can drop it off someone appears to lose interest by not adding in case that is then wanting to end the convo.

Going back to asks, I accept asks of pretty much any topic, so long as they are well-intended and something I can answer well, as well as keeping with my blog's sort of "quota" (not getting too personal, relatively "family-friendly" as they say, and these are just my personal preferences, obviously, other blogs have different things going on that fit their own valid and swag preferences)

I also get asks on my sideblog @threesongsinatrenchcoat which is a music blog or either of my sthings rp blogs.

Basically, invade my space and if I haven't blocked you or confronted you just assume you are fine /hj

I hope this answered your question :3 hopefully you are already following because I don't think you as an anon will get notified so you might not even actually see this lol.

UM notice for anyone else who wants to send me anons and find them later: they are tagged as #anons, #asks, and #song spouts bullshit, which is my personal tag.

And since we're on tagging, if it is not anonymous, I tag as the full url or as their nickname and a heart. Fake example #the-real-spiderman-official-not-fake-not-flash-thompson, #petey <2,

[thisselflovecamebacktome]

So I’m stealing this from @tayloralisonswift and you should definitely check out their version, but I’m going to listen to and rank all of Taylor’s songs album by album (and then maybe her non album songs at the end). You can also see my debut rankings and what I’ve changed here + my Fearless, Speak Now + RED rankings here, here and here.

So with that in mind, it’s 1989’s turn. The only thing to note before we start is that (barring the vault tracks of course) I will mostly be ranking the OG tracks (a reminder that I own all the CDs here before you come at me for that) as they are my preferred ones. Also there is a suicide mention (no I don't mean Is It Over Now?) but it does not go in depth. Read at your own discretion.

Welcome To New York: Fun! I feel like I always under-appreciate the 'girls and girls and boys and boys' line, but like given marriage equality let alone full equality (which we have not reached) did not happen for years later, this was a hell of a statement. So a fun fact about 1989 is that I always wished that it was her acoustic/broadway album, so I will note what I think that would sound like for each song. Welcome To New York would be a bombastic broadway number in my mind. Either way though, it, much like the album, has grown a lot on me over time. 7/10.

Blank Space: Fun, but one of those songs I feel everyone else loves more than I do. I get the most enjoyment listening to this song as not just a sarcastic song, but one pointing out the double standards of men and other gendered partners because to be completely honest, this always felt like Dear John from the other side and/or what the other side would say about the girl in the dress to me. This would be another big broadway number in my mind if this had been her most acoustic/broadway album. 6.5/10.

Style: One of if not her best pop song objectively. Never not a good time listening to it. It also still has my favourite music video from the 1989 era (and one of my favourites over all!) to this day. If this had been an acoustic album, I'd see it as a piano ballad, which I understand would shift the mood completely, but I hope we get it one day lmao. 8.5/10.

Out Of The Woods: So we are listening to TV for this one because I feel the background vocals are more present and that betters the song. I have fond memories with this but ultimately I feel it's another one that most others like more than I do. Needless to say that after her grammys nomination/advocating performance, this would be a piano ballad too if this were an acoustic album. 7/10.

All You Had To Do Was Stay: A sad bop. I need to be in the mood for it, but when it hits, it hits. Would kill for a primarily piano orchestra version of the song. 6.5/10.

Shake It Off: Again, I feel this song is deceptively sad/angry/based in denial (I recently had a realisation that I don't think Taylor has ever released a song that came from a place with being happy with herself [as opposed to a relationship] without it focusing on insecurities/other external factors in one way or another and that was... a moment for me), but on the surface it's such a bop. On the most instrumental based album I imagine it'd be a lot like the guitar demo that leaked. 8.5/10.

I Wish You Would: I'm sorry, I've never liked the production for this song. Lyrically it's fine, but outside of the bridge, nothing I have ever felt the need to quote or listen to the whole song for. And now for the sentence that will get me shot... I would rearrange this song similar to what Ryan Adams did (I hope this goes without saying but obviously I do not support him and his actions in any way) if it was the acoustic album I imagine lmao. 5/10.

Bad Blood: Arguably my least favourite Taylor song ever. The Kendrick version is better (his second verse is one of my favourite Taylor collab moments), but alas, I am ranking the album version. I am a 'just don't' defender though because when you're that hurt/sad, you don't yell, you don't have a snappy response, it's just like that you know? Anyway this would be a guitar acoustic in my imagined version. 3/10.

Wildest Dreams: Back to TV for this one. I really love this song and even in my imagined version, I would not change much from the music video version (which I feel has a stronger beat at the end of the song). The 1989 mashup with Enchanted was great (and feels kinda funny in hindsight because Enchanted was a 'deep cut' then rather than the Tiktok hit it is now lmao), the music video was great, I just really like it. 9/10.

How You Get The Girl: Again sorry, but this is not a song I go back to a lot. Like it's fine, there's nothing 'wrong' with it, it's just not for me. Her grammy advocating performance would be perfect for the acoustic version of this album I imagine though. 5/10.

This Love: My stan song for the album! Did you guys know that 1989 (OG) came out on the second anniversary of my suicide attempt/promise to get better. As you can probably tell by my URL, this song means a lot to me in regards to that, and, if I'm honest, I think Taylor sees it more that way nowadays given she sung it on the anniversary of her trial during the Rep Tour. Also I think this may be the first time I'm listening to it since being healed enough to finish therapy, and that makes me super emotional. The OG version of this song is perfect and would not change for the instrumental based version of 1989 I imagine. 10/10.

I Know Places: Another track that I don't vibe with the production. On the most part, I listen to Jemma Johnson's cover of it and wish that the production was more like that, especially because the demo's production was darker. For the instrumental version of the album I imagine, I somewhat imagine a mix of the two with darker verses and lighter choruses/bridge. Like the song somewhat has that, but moreso. I do however, very much appreciate the clicks of the recording. Very nice touch. Overall a decent song so the album version gets 7/10.

Clean: Broken record time but another track I don't vibe with the production for (but to a far less impactful way degree than the above ones). I really love and mostly listen to Ingrid Michaelson's cover. Lyrically, I really love this song and it's steadily remained top 3 from the album for me. 9.5/10.

Wonderland: Back to TV for this one. Near everybody says that the deluxe tracks on 1989 are her best, and it's clear to see why. This isn't even my favourite of them and it's very highly ranked. There was a fan made orchestra based version that went around the OG album came out which lives rent free in my mind and would obviously be the basis of the version I'd want on the instrument based 1989 I imagine lmao. In saying that, I actually quite enjoy the album's production for this track. Overall a great song though. 8.5/10.

You Are In Love: My favourite of the deluxe tracks. I don't have much to say about it, I just really like it and would not change a thing, even on my imagined instrument based version. 9.5/10.

New Romantics: Another song that I like but feel like everyone treats as the next coming of Jesus lmao. With my imagined version, this would just turn into a guitar acoustic. 6.5/10.

Slut: Now is the awkward time where I admit that I have barely listened to the 1989 vault tracks, and Slut is the one I've listened to least out of the 5. Of course I understand why Taylor wrote this during this period of her life and added it to TV, but to be honest, absolutely nothing about it is interesting or relatable to me. Well at least we didn't get the version with Matty I guess. 4/10.

Say Don't Go: A sad bop. Not among my favourites of the album, but good nonetheless. 7/10.

Now That We Don't Talk: Probably my most listened to of the vault tracks. I have nothing in particular to say about it, but it's decent. 7/10.

Suburban Legends: This song has somewhat grown on me but still isn't a favourite. 6.5/10.

Is It Over Now: A good song, arguably the most 'classic Taylor' out of these set of vault tracks. Something I could see my younger self liking more than I do now though tbh. 7/10.

Sweeter Than Fiction: If this song has no fans, I am dead. I've always been a big lover of this song and that rings true to this day. 9/10.

Final score: 157.5/220 - 71.6%

[hamsterrodent]

Oh, hello there!

Welcome to my little cave of funnies and sillies! I'm your host - you may call me Hamster or Spark - and I am glad to allow you to look at my wares (and by wares I mean art; I don't sell stuff lmao)

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My current hyperfixation is Pizza Tower, which is pretty much 99.99% of what I post here. Some other things I like are:

Pokémon | Kirby | Yoshi (the spin-off series; I like the Mario franchise as a whole, but I prefer the Yoshi games) | Ori WOTW | Poppy Playtime | Eddsworld | The Amazing Digital Circus (TADC) | Rain World | Wobbledogs |Stray | Cattails (Orig+Wildwood Story) | Tsuki's Odyssey | Castle Cats | Spooky Month | Steven Universe | Warriors/Warrior Cats | Wings of Fire

And perhaps some other things that aren't coming to my mind rn!

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My AU(s?)

Orchestra Tower (Pizza Tower)

My OCs

Rattino (Pizza Tower)

Mousie Medic (Poppy Playtime)

The Whisperer [and Jeremy] (Rain World)

The Chieftain (Rain World)

Web Knight (Kirby)

Zephyr (Mario/Yoshi)

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Underneath are some questions so y'all don't have to ask!

Q: What will you never draw/are uncomfortable drawing?

A: NSFW is something I will NEVER draw ever-ever-EVER! Other than that, I'm uncomfortable drawing detailed gore and organs, but I don't mind drawing a bit of blood and body horror (<-Fakie's fault).

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Q: Do you do art trades and/or commissions?

A: I am very much open to art trades! But I don't do commissions; money transfer confuses me..

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Q: Would you draw other people's OCs if requested?

A: As long as I feel as though I can make a good drawing of them, of course! But since it is a request (via ask box or message), I will not make it my main priority because there is nothing in it for me (other than making people happy 😁).

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Q: What do you do here?

A: Well, my dear friend(s), I post fanart (both digital and traditional), make characters, and be a goofball! In terms of asks, any asks that are directly speaking to a character, I will answer in character! I also accept RP asks!

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Q: There's so much stuff here! How do I find what I'm looking for?

A: Think of it as a library; everything is categorized! For any specific fandom, just put it into search! If you're looking for OCs, then type '[fandom name] oc' or 'oc: [OC's name]'. My special tags are 'hamster squeaks about stuff' (for random rants/things I say,) 'hamster answers stuff' (for when I answer asks), 'hamster's schoodles' (for the drawings I make at school), 'squeak your opinion!' (For polls), and 'hamster's holiday art' (for art I make specifically for a certain holiday, during that month). Squeakspark would be happy to help you find what you want!

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Q: Are you aware that you're supposed to put the fandom name with the character's name in tags?

A: I found that out a split second too late and never bothered to change it! So, if you're searching for characters in my blog, Squeaks will only be taking their first name! (Ex: 'pizza tower peppino spaghetti' -> 'peppino') However, characters with two-part names will have their name in full. (Ex: 'poppy playtime hoppy hopscotch' -> 'hoppy hopscotch').

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Q: What if I only want to see YOUR art? Not reblogs?

A: Well, I don't reblog much. However, I will not put the main tags (fandom, character) and I will lable these as 'not my art'. The only tags I will put are OC tags ('[fandom] oc', 'not my oc', '[name of oc]'). This is because I do not have an art tag for myself. (The only posts I will keep the main tags are for art trades/commissions)

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Q: What about if we wanna see only your art, not your info posts?

A: Unfortunately, that is not possible. The only solution I can offer is searching either 'traditional art' or 'digital art', as text-posts do not have either of these. Sorry!

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Q: Are we allowed to draw your characters?

A: Absolutely! As long as you do not draw them in NSFW situations, then you're good to go! (And for anything like strong gore or really suggestive stuff, please private message me so I can give you the ok!)

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Q: Do you plan on being very active here?

A: I usually draw tons of things on days I feel particularly inspired+have the time, and then use those as a stockpile of scheduled art. So, most of my art is scheduled so I don't forget to post. I usually schedule these for 7:00 AM and 4:00 PM, though I may post more on some days. It depends.

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Q: What are the rules for asks?

A: No NSFW asks, and don't ask the same thing over and over. If I have already answered the question, the first ask I get about the same topic, I will put a link to that answered question. Any more, and those'll be thrown out. As for in-character asks, they are not omnipotent; anything they do not know will be answered by yours truly! And for RP asks, I will not tag the reblogs other than 'RP chain [#]', just for my own sanity..

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Q: Since your main thing is Pizza Tower, what can we expect from your blog?

A: Well, whenever I feel like I'm being drawn back into some of the other fandoms I like, I might draw them. So be on the lookout! But mostly, it's Pizza Tower.

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Q: Do you make OCs?

A: Well, I'm not a big OC maker. But I do like doing it! And I won't be making them super important because I'm insecure.. I'll probably try to limit it to one OC per fandom, but I may make more for it depending on the fandom.

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Q: What are your priorities on here?

A: Here's my simple answer;

daily art > commissions* > art trades > asks > drawing requests

*: IF and WHEN I choose to start doing those

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