#also Newton is still married :V
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Some OC stuff I drew about a week ago - Lizzie & Norma's divorced parents! Plus some extra doodles. I had been meaning to do more but then I lost motivation and couldn't find it again.
Almost all of my headcanons about their parents were spawned both from Norma's "if my parents hear about this!" line during the Lady Luctopus boss fight, and Lizzie responding to the baby-obsessed rich couple with "or you could just have a happy life together?", and then I worked backwards from there. :V
If the text is a bit hard to read:
Socorro Nova Natividad
Lizzie & Norma's mom
Psychic
Artist
Hails from Zaragoza, Spain
Experiences mood-swings and poor impulse control
Wanted to be a Manic Pixie Dream Girl, 'but then adulthood happened'.
Lizzie's favourite parent
Norma has complicated feelings about her
Harding Difficulty
Lizzie & Norma's dad
Judge (literally)
Hails from Upper Michigan
Has complicated feelings towards psychics (the legal profession isn't very kind to them)
Puts on a mask of aloofness but it secretly menaced by constant anxieties about money, his career, his daughters, etc. (Norma got her 'see problems to be solved everywhere' mindset from him)
Lizzie thinks he hates her
#psychonauts#psychonauts 2#psychonauts OCs#OC family members#lizzie natividad#norma natividad#lizzie & norma's parents#I like height differences in couples too much#also I realize Harding is kinda similar to Newton Boole my other intern dad OC#the difference with him is that he's very entrenched in psychic affairs while Harding is more of an outsider#and thus they have very different attitudes towards baseline psychics#Harding is dealing with 'normal' psychics; Newton is dealing with the Boole family brand of psychics#also Newton is still married :V
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Meet William Chaloner
Picrew | Picrew does not belong to me | I decided to give Chaloner a glow-up since I accidentally deleted the OG photos ; - ;
"Issac Newton's nemesis. Mischievous, outgoing, and has a knack of getting into and out of trouble. Throws apples at Newton /j If you know the thing about the Mint, then you know how petty these two are." - My OG description of him.
A conman at heart, Chaloner is willing to do just about anything to make some money all while pertaining a mask of innocence. He can read people fairly well, and use that to his advantage. Despite his cunning ways, he does let his pride get the better of him, especially when it pertains with that Warden of the Royal Mint, Issac Newton.
He doesnât live with the other vampires and bites his thumb at Issac whenever he sees him out and about. Even after all these centuries, those two hate each other and they still fight in public.
Voice Claim; Atsushi Tamaru [yes, they will all be TWST VAs, sue me]
Birthday; November 27
Height; 183 cm
Past Occupations; Counterfeiter, coin clipper, confidence trickster, quack doctor
Current Occupation; High end clothing boutique owner
Hobbies; Counterfeiting coins and mocking NewtonÂ
Dislikes; the authorities, Issac Newton
Specialty; Getting away with schemes
Weakness; His own pride
Favourite food; Figgy pudding
Hated food; Herring
Vampire type; Lesser vampire
Animal Companion; a rough collie named Thatcher
Some History [all Wikipedia babey, I did my time writing academic papers and this is for fun]
William Chaloner was many a thing during his most active years. A nailing apprentice. A bawdy pocket watch seller [among other things]. A quack doctor selling faux cures to plague victims. And a âfortune tellerâ who would tell patrons where their stolen belongings were, for a price of course. And a used clothing seller.Tried conning the Bank of England as well. But what heâs best known for is his rap sheet with the Royal Mint and its warden, Sir Issac Newton.
Within his first year of producing counterfeit coins, he had already amassed a fortune and bought himself a house, a carriage to ride in, and clothing befitting a gentleman. He was briefly married for a short stint, but had to flee town due to being a person of interest in a robbery.
He repeatedly tried conning the Royal Mint. His first ploy was to pretend to be just a concerned citizen and bringing up questions about the Mintâs reputation with the amount of counterfeiting. But in January of 1696 he was taken in for questioning and he pointed the finger at the Mint for producing counterfeit coins, questioning the integrity of the people working there. âI never made a guinea in my life,â but he had, and had gotten rich because of this. He also tried to persuade the Mint to hire him, but never was accepted.Â
Issac got tired of Chaloner escaping justice and eventually had a watertight investigation done on him. He even made sure a âhanging judgeâ was the one overseeing the trial to ensure that Chaloner didnât get away from him again. While in court Chaloner accused everyone of perjury, and thus put the blame on him in order to save their own necks. He also pretended to go mad while locked up, but that didnât fool Newton. In the end, William Chaloner was found guilty of treason, for the act of counterfeiting coins.
"Present" [aka when MC gets teleported to the mansion]
He mainly makes an honest living nowadays, but he still has that mischievous streak in him. Once he sees Issac out in the street he goes back into counterfeiting currency, and it's an entire benny hill scene, and you're caught up in the middle of this mess. Chaloner hates Newton because 'the bloke' tried to get him executed, whereas Newton hates Chaloner because the man tried to make a fool out of him. He throws apples at Newton, and Issac throws rope at Chaloner; it's a mutual relationship.
Tagging; @azulashengrottospiano [and also jackdaw anon I hope you see this too ^v^]
#ikevamp oc#ikemen vampire oc#william chaloner#i did say earlier that he was the azul ashengrotto of his day and the voice fits him so yeah i gave him azul's va
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Okay did a bit more of a proper watch so have more thoughts
Why the fuck are we still seeing the Duke's friend and his family?? I wouldnt watch their scenes in s1 when they were relevant, why the hell would I watch now?
Featheringtons continue to be annoying time wasters and never funny
Way too late for a Cowper redemption arc nice try
I still dont see chemistry between polin. I know Nicola is a good actress, shes been great on this show and others, she can do funny, happy, devestated - but her doing attraction is just alot of breathing and looking distressed. Not helped by Luke who is giving her NOTHING. I know people will disagree, mostly coz they think hes hot, but what a weak leading man.
On that notes, I knew this going in but what on earth is Colins arc supposed to be here? Its not helped by his characterisation being all over the place. Hes learned to not care about what others think but hes constantly slighting Pen because hes embaressed? He says hes discovered who he is by travelling but then talking about "what society expects of me"? Is his whole arc learning to not be embaressed of a woman because she hasnt always dressed well? Previous seasons werent perfect but at least the leads had clear arcs. This series is all Pen's arc and even that is pretty subtle, except for the makeover obviously.
I actually really like Francessca as a character and I really like her chemistry with this guy. Im almost 100% sure she doesnt marry him, or shes widowed at some point? Anyway, I hope they work out they're hella cute
They really need to give benedict better storylines, hes such a good character and theyre wasting him
Im sorry but the balloon thing was ridiculous. Pen just didnt move?? And what danger was she in, getting fairly slowly knocked over by some sandbags? The whole thing was dumb.
I do appreciate Bridgerton as a show who listens to audience feedback. They changed their whitewashed cast, theyre all about consent, they are representing different body types and disabilities - I mean its totally pandering and tokenistic but most dont even both with that so
We need more madame D (fuck if I can spell her name) - take away from any of the other minors and give me her friendship with Pen
Im all for Violet getting her garden tended to but Lady D's brother?! Those 2 need to stop keeping it in the family. Also would rather she just got laid instead of romanced but whatevs
Violent and Kate - kinda cute, kinda awkward. I like that theyre close but I reiterate Kate shouldve been around so they could build on that and V could show her the ropes. Wasted potential.
NEWTON SIGHTING. The highlight so far lbr.
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2007. Four years before the "ace discourse" would blow up. Right here, in this SIX-VOLUME encyclopedia.
"Asexuality has been used recently within the context of some models of human sexual orientation to describe people without any sexual attraction. In contrast to [heterosexuality, homosexuality, or bisexuality], asexuality is attraction to neither sex (or to anything, for that matter).
"An asexual orientation would presume an enduring (perhaps lifelong) absence of attraction, just as the other three orientations presume an enduring pattern of sexual attraction toward others.
"People who conform to this definition of asexuality may still have some level of sexual desire and arousal. They may, for example, still masturbate but they would not connect these sexual feelings and responses to others. People who lack sexual attraction may also have some level of romantic/affectionate attraction for others. They could marry or have other loving/affectionate relationships with adults.
"This is not surprising because recent models of sexual orientation [in 2007] are consistent with the notion that oneâs erotic or sexual orientation may be independent of, and hence differ from, oneâs romantic orientation. [emphasis mine]
"Asexuality may also refer to very low or no sexual desire (rather than just attraction). Thus, asexual people who are not interested in any sexual activity would likely choose to forgo all kinds of sexual activity, not just with a partner but also solitary sex (masturbation). However, lack of sexual desire does not necessarily mean a lack of arousal or a lack of romantic/affectionate attraction for others.
"Note that this definition of asexuality as a lack of sexual desire may overlap with a clinical or psychiatric diagnosis known as Hypoactive Sexual Desire Disorder (HSDD). However, what may distinguish asexual people who lack desire from an HSDD diagnosis is that some (perhaps many) of the former may not be distressed by their condition, an important consideration when applying a diagnosis of HSDD."
wow, the authors also posit that Emily Brontë and Isaac Newton may have been asexual. I've definitely heard that about Newton, at least.
#ace history#split orientation model#SAM#wall of words#they really have no excuse for making up their own clueless definitions for asexuality
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How do you think Netflix will handle the timeline for the rest of the books? Considering some events and books happen concurrently like Francesca and Michael get married just after Colin and Penelope. Itâll get all confusing surely if itâs done isolated so do you think theyâll do hints here and there in different seasons?
Hi @seaweedbrainavenger! I definitely think there will be hints in different seasons for sure. We got excellent hints with the bee, the mallet, the tulips in S1 for Kate and Anthony and Benedict even for S3 talking about the working class! I absolutely love when shows do that and I was so excited when I watched it again and understood what the hints meant as I had watched the show before I read the books. When it ended like a bee I was like okay? and then I read TVWLM and I SCREAMED when I finally understood all the hints.Â
I think we'll know after season 2 whether they plan to do the rest of the books as they renewed immediately after S1 for 3 more seasons which is big for Netflix. As for the timeline, I canât see them diverting from the books. There really isnât a reason to, it would just throw off everyoneâs age, when each story takes place and all the childrenâs ages as well. Theyâll have to do the big time jump for Penelope and then Eloiseâs book as well as being potential spinsters is a big part of Penelope and Eloiseâs plots as well and that would only make sense if theyâre older. Also John dies during those years and it would throw off Francescaâs plot and mourning period as well if they change it. I just think it would be too much hassle to change it.Â
S3 will be the first big time skip of 2 years between the ball and Benedict and Sophie meeting again so thatâs the first one weâll see. They could possibly cut that shorter but that would ruin Francesca and Johnâs wedding so I just couldnât see them changing the timeline at all.Â
 They did a great with casting as the actors theyâve cast actors that are all look so young (Like Nicola and Claudia are in their 30s and P&E married at 28 so theyâll be absolutely fine when shooting their seasons) so theyâll look fine for their age when their season comes. Luke Newton is 28 as well so heâll be the perfect age for Colin when he gets married. Weâll get S2 in 2022, S3 in 2023 and S4 in 2024 give or take a year or so for S2 &S3 so their ages should be fine. I could see them re-casting Hyacinth and Gregory possibly but as far as Eloise and Francescaâs books, the ages wonât be a problem.Â
Yes big events coincide! Eloise, Colin and Francesca all get married in 1824. This is where it gets tricky as S3 ends in 1817 and John dies in 1820. S4 is going to have to start with 1820 or some type of reference to Johnâs death and maybe even an episode with Francesca in her mourning period before they do a time skip to 1824 when RMB begins. Weâll possibly get an introduction to Michael in S3 or S4 that will lead to the main events of WHWW in S5. Colin and Penelope are too big of a couple to share a season with another couple, Iâd be very surprised if they did Francesca and Michael at the same time as them in S4 even though the timelines do align. Theyâre already building them up so much everyone will be dying for a season full of them and theyâre too big of a couple to share the spotlight. Especially with the Lady Whistledown reveal, there would be too much going on if they focused on F&M as well.Â
Unless they make them a sub-plot like Anthony and Sienna or something? Iâd be shocked and very disappointed in that as Michael Stirling is going to be such a good character and I loved their book!
I think we could get a combination of Eloise and Francescaâs seasons into the fifth season as they both happen outside of London and it would be easier to tell two completely different stories in Scotland and outside of London (canât remember where Philip lives). Imagine if they made more episodes to fit it in? It would only work with their stories, not with Hyacinth and Gregory.Â
 Iâm not sure about Hyacinth and Gregoryâs seasons, I think if they cast Gareth well, he could be v popular like Rege but itâs kind of a weaker book as not too much goes on but I LOVED them as a couple and Gregoryâs book would be good for tv as thereâs a lot going on in his book, even if I wasnât overly mad about it. Bridgerton has such a long production and post-production process that they also need to be careful about the actors ages as. They'll be okay age wise for Claudia and Nicola as Pen and Eloise are meant to be 28 but they both look so young and the men all look fairly young for their 30s so age and looks wonât be a problem!Â
I could be really over complicating things as Shonaland goes on forever with their shows (Iâve been watching Greyâs Anatomy forever and theyâre still somehow going) and since Bridgerton is so successful and that success will continue to grow, 8 seasons is reasonable to expect! I just think it will be tricky when it comes to S4, 5 and 6 as theyâre all happening at the same time and that could be confusing to the majority of viewers who havenât read the books. Iâm sure though the talented writers and producers will be able to navigate it and figure it out!
#bridgerton#asks#the viscount who loved me#romancing mr bridgerton#an offer from a gentleman#when he was wicked#michael stirling#francesca bridgerton#anthony bridgerton#kate sharma#kate sheffield#penelope featherington#colin bridgerton#hyacinth bridgerton#gregory bridgerton#eloise bridgerton#benedict bridgerton#sophie beckett
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The Nice and Accurate Guide to Courting
Was I supposed to go to church and find out myself that itâs World Marriage Day? yes again i know itâs a catholic thing but these two are V MARRIED and deserve to celebrate.Â
Anyways hereâs a thing I posted on ao3
Summary: As Hellâs bastard prince, Crowley is expected to wed an Archangel of Heavenâs kingdom to bring peace between the two warring nations.
It really is too bad he only has eyes for his sweet, bastard of a Guide, the Principality Aziraphale, who is dead-set on making sure the engagement happens.
For the sake of their kingdoms, Aziraphale leads him through the long, arduous road of winning an Archangelâs favor and affections. However, Crowley would much rather use that romantic guidance to win him over instead.
-as Dictated By Anathema Device, Written in Full Detail By Newton Pulsifer
Step 1: Select the Target (of your Affections)
And thus sayeth the Lord of Heaven:
The wars are pointless. Might as well make a ceasefire. Hey, hereâs an idea: bring your most expendable pawn to join in unholy matrimony with one of my elitist wankers to bolster this war-ruined economy.
Or rather, thatâs how Crowley perceived the whole ordeal to have gone.
Perhaps a tad cruder than the grand scrolls with its elegant scripts, wriggly signatures and glorious crests and coat-of-arms adorning the designated treaty between their two kingdoms would lead others to believe. But in the end, that hardly mattered to Crowley.
Because spectacle and ceremony aside, Hell really did send their more expendable (but still Royal-Enough-to-Count) pawn to join in unholy matrimony with one of Heavenâs damned Divines. With the Archangelsâanointed by the Queen herself as miniature de facto rulers of Heavenâs domains. Sneering, snobbish, stuffy and insufferable and this schemeâ
Suicidal. This entire trip, the entire ordeal, and the very notion that the precariously perched balance of peace laid within Crowley, Bastard Prince of Hellâs, begrudging handsâ is utterly stupid.
Crowley scowled as he eyed the Gardenâs flora. The wisteria withered under his gaze, petal quivering in the face of the sour aura exuded from the sulking Prince. But could they really blame him? Flowers know nothing of having oneâs whole life centered around the illegitimacy of oneâs birthâconstantly reminded of their position as the withered, rotting branch the imperial tree, and then all of a sudden being Granted this fine opportunity to bring honor and peace to his damned Kingdom with the underlying threat of You better not fuck this up looming over their headsâ
He heard commotion from beyond the castle gates and the ominous barking of hellhounds beneath. He let a grin snake across his lips. Ah. So the search begins.
He knew galivanting off to make some trouble would earn him a proper reprimand now that they were actually trying to make nice with the Birds, but who did they have to blame it on but themselves? After all, Crowley spent many-a-year crafting his extensive history as a terrorizing nuisance, an intolerable annoyance, an antagonizingâ
âOh, dearâŠâ
Angel?
Crowley peeked behind the archways, catching sight of cloud-puff hair and nervous, wringing hands.
Attached to, unsurprisingly, an Angel, looking down at the ensuing mad scatter below.
There was a curious pull; something that Crowley didnât bother to question as he inched forward and leaned against the cool stone of the curtain wall. âThat one went down like a lead balloon, eh?â
Rather than flinch, the Angel let out an absentminded laugh. âYes, rather.â He paused, the realization that there was another presence dawning on him. He turned. âErr. Sorry, what was it that you were saying?â
Looking back at it, Crowley would have sworn up and down his breath caught at the sight of cherubic cheeks, sea-storm eyes, and worried-bitten lips. But in reality, the single word Pretty passed through his brain at such an alarming speed that Crowley barely had the attention-span to catch it as the Pretty Angel looked to him expectantly to answer.
Crowley stepped forth from the cool shade of the trees and joined the curious Angel at his perch. âI said that one went down like a lead balloon.â Â
âOh. I suppose youâre right.â His eyes flickered down and he brought his hands together. There that nervous habit was again.
Crowley cleared his throat, eyes overlooking the bailey to the dots of villages over the horizon. âI think it was a bit of an overreaction, to be honest.â
The Angel beside him shrugged, an uneasiness in his voice. âHeâs a Prince.â
Ah. So thatâs what this Angel was concerned about. He tried to keep the mirth from his voice. âAnd shouldnât his footmen have been keeping a better eye on him because of that?â Hats off to Hastur and Ligur for being the best of the worstâCrowley knew he did well in selecting them. âItâs of no consequence to you, Angel.â
âWhatâof course it does!â Crowley raised a brow as the angel began to fluster all over again. âOh, dearâŠHeâs supposed to be my charge! I was to be his Guide in our Kingdom!â Panic started to creep into his voice all over again. âI havenât even met him yet and nowâheâs gone!â
It took perhaps a second or two to register what exactly this Angel was saying. Charge? This lovely fool of an Angelâwas to be his Guide?
Huh. Maybe Crowleyâs luck was taking a turn for the better after all.
âWhere could he be? This is terribleâhe must feel so lost right now! And alone!â Crowley gave a fascinated smile and was just his luck that the Angel missed it as he cast his eyes to the skies above for guidance, and then earthward for commiseration as the hellhounds sniffed fruitlessly for a trail that Crowley was more than adept at throwing off.
A plan drowsily wormed its way to Crowleyâs thoughts. Perhaps he could have a bit of fun here as well. âHang on there, Angel. Iâm sure your charge isnât too far off.â
The Angel did a double-take at the mysterious figure shrouded in dark robesâperchance comprehending for the first time that he was not conversing with another Bird. Â âDid you know the Prince? I ah, assumed you arrived with him,â he asked imploringly. âPerhaps he was merely hungry and wanted a nibble. Orâor he spoke of wanting to visit someplace in the Kingdom?â
That startled a laugh out of Crowley. He lowered his hood, fiery red hair and amber eyes unveiled to the Angel. âYou could say that. But no, he didnât seem to be very interested inâŠsightseeing, as it were.â He gave a knowing grin. âPerhaps he slithered off just to be a pest.â
âIf he were trying to get lost on purpose, that just makes the situation even more difficult and dangerous!â The Angel was frowning again andâdid he really not  realize that Crowley was the person he was looking for?
Thisâll be even more fun. âThere, there.â He gave a friendly pat to the Angelâs shoulder. âIâm sure itâll be all right. Say, Iâll even help find him for you.â He bit back a chuckle.
But ah⊠âOh! You would?â How the Angel lit up like the morning sky at that.
Iâd gift you an entire continent if you keep looking at me with those eyes. Crowley shook that thought from his head. âOf course.â He hummed, giving a sly smile. âFor a price.â
The Angel blinked once. Then twice. âOh.â Then, with certainty: âName it. If itâs mine to give, itâs yours.â
Crowley leaned in closer, tilting his head to catch more of this Angelâs guarded face. Ah, not so soft and vulnerable now⊠âOh, Angel. You ought to be careful making deals with Demons.â
The Angel sent him a dry look. âIâm in no mood for your theatrics, err...â He gave a questioning glance.
Without even thinking: âJ.â After one second of thinking: J?![
âJay?â The Angel echoed.
Crowley shook his head; no going back on that one. âNo, just J.â
âWhat doesâŠâ
âItâs just a J. Really,â he muttered tersely.
âOkayâŠJ.â The Angel looked more unsure of pronouncing the Demonâs name than the terms of their agreement. âAnd yes. Iâm sure. No price is too great for peace.â
Ah. One of those then. Crowley could understand the noble efforts and the valiant naivete that peace could be kept between their people all through the binding of blood-ties, but he fancied himself more of a realist. Still⊠âVery well.â Heâll lend a hand regardless for the sweet and foolish Angel before him. âYour name, then.â Itâs not like he has a choice in the matter. Â
The Angel sputtered. âMyâmy what?â
Crowley eyed him with confusion and impatience. âGive me your name.â
âWhatâjust because you were saddled with just a J doesnât quite meanââ
âNo, you twat.â He rolled his eyes at the offended gasp from his companion. âI meant Iâd like to know your name. Thatâs all. Unless youâd prefer me to call you Angel all the time. Or Bird.â
The Angel at least had the manners to look embarrassed. âAziraphale,â he stated, holding out his hand in introduction. âThatâs my name.â
Lovely. âEh. Too long. Iâll stick with Angel instead.â Itâs still miles better than Just a J but even Crowleyâs subconscious refuses to acknowledge that. Taking the Angelâs hand and leading him away to the grounds below, he said over his shoulder: âWell, letâs be off. Heâs obviously not here, right?â
âR-right!â
.
.
It was surprisingly hard work, finding yourself.
Or rather, pretending to find the person that you already are while at the same time avoiding the hellhounds and whatever green Hellions of his Legion still havenât learned their lesson about not-even-bothering-to-try-and-find-Prince-Crowley-when-heâs-escaped.
That, on top of navigating through a caste town with an Angel (also guilelessly looking for him) at his side.
There were one-too many close calls with a hellhound or two picking up his scent where he had to (regrettably) drag Aziraphale away from bakeries and patisseries towards the iron-sharp stench of the butcherâs just to throw them off. Some distance away, he could hear a soldier wrestling the dogs away from the meats, cursing colorfully with strained effort. It was a good thing his companion did little but eye him suspiciously whenever Crowley did so, but he shrugged it off whenever the Demon began (unwisely) interrogating the man possessing a meat-cleaver on the whereabouts of the Prince of Hell.
By the third hour of his escape, his disappearance was abuzz in all manner of conversation. So much so that it suddenly became quite easy to hide in plain sight. After all, they were expecting the Prince to hide amongst the shadows, fearful of daylight and capture, not be meandering off with a strange Angel he met by the Gardens and cross-examining people of his own location. Â
âAre you quite certain that the Prince wouldnât be err⊠peckish at this hour?â
Itâs barely noon Crowley thought, and no, he wouldnât be. He wasnât too fond of mealtime; not when a hot plate of food also meant the whole ordeal of sitting through Beelzebubâs barking orders or the rousing topics of current politics hovering like flies. âI donât believe soââ
A shadow of disappointment flashed through Aziraphaleâs face before a new spark of inspiration brightened it. âAh, but!â He took Crowley by the arm, leading him to another direction. âYouâre a newcomer after allâ please, let me interest you in this quaint eatery and show you what delicacies our kingdom has to offerââ
RightâŠand it had nothing at all to do with the Angelâs whimpering stomach. Crowley chortled. âI thought you wanted to find your charge.â The moment he said that, Crowley regretted it as Aziraphale dropped his hand and the enthusiasm in his step dropped dead.
âErrâŠright.â He glanced up at his companion sheepishly. Fuck, Crowley mourned. âI mean youâre right, of course.â I made him sad.
âNo, no, I, ah.â He glanced down, finding the Angelâs hand and pulling him along. âLetâs go in, shall we?â He dragged the other to a bustling building, a savory aroma wafting through the air. âMaybe weâll find some clues as to where heâs been from the gossip.â
Aziraphale blossomed radiantly at that. âQuite right, dear!â
Crowleyâs heart sputtered in his chest at the unexpected endearment. âL-lead on, Angel.â
.
He didnât mean to spend the next two hours there. And in Aziraphaleâs defense, they did a thorough sweep of the area and listened in on conversation for any hints to the whereabouts of the missing Prince, but that all dissolved into a fine pile of goo to be thrown in a bucket and kicked out to gutters as Crowley got them a table, Aziraphale placed an order for the both of them, and a plate of oysters were set before them. Crowley couldnât help it if Aziraphale lit up like a sky-full of evening stars.
He looked positively besotted. âOh, you must try them, J. I insist!â
And so Crowley did. He liked them well enough.
But not nearly as much as he liked watching the look of sheer completion on Aziraphaleâs face. Silvery lashes fluttering close, the shape of his lips as he closed his mouth around the tasty morsels, the breathless sighsâ
Crowley shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He was ever-fortunate that years of casting a mask of indifference on his face during mealtimes prepared him for this.
Then: a plate of something sweet, decadent, and sugary was placed between them. âWe mustnât forget about dessert!â Aziraphale happily intoned.
Satan preserve us. Crowley watched on, pupils dilating ever-so-slightly as Aziraphale lapped up the cream.
.
.
It was sundown and Aziraphale was doomed.
NOânot just Aziraphale.
His country, their entire nation, the KINGDOMS OF HEAVEN AND HELLâ
The two footmen in charge of the Prince in the first place actually had the gall to look bored. In just a few minutes, the Prince would need to be announced before his intended suitors and if the Prince doesnât appear through those ridiculously ornate doors to the grand ballroomâ
Political tensions would skyrocket to an all-time high. There would be distrust between the efforts of peace between the two nations. Uncertainty and suspicion would overrun the entire efforts to stop conflict and theyâll be back at each otherâs throats all over again, ravaging war after fruitless war, sacrificing resources, land, citizens for the sake of the eliteâs gainâ
âCalm down, Angel,â Jâs voice rattled off in his head. âItâll work out in the end. Just. Breathe.â
Just breathe. Just. Breathe.
Breathing did bollocks. Where was that wineâŠ
A sizeable crowd had gathered now, consisting of high-ranking commanders and officials: the Seraphs, Cherubs, even some Dominions. Their gazes briefly flitted past the Demons, snorting in amusement as their eyes flickered over to where Aziraphale stood by the threshold. The Principality tried not to squirm under their calculating stares.
He ought to have faithâthatâs right. He ought to have faith that all will go according to the planâwell. Whatever plan She had in store.
Her Majesty the Queen may not have been completely clear in her instructions as she bequeathed him the responsibility of guiding Crowley, Prince of Hell, through their culture and kingdom in order to dutifully bind his life to that of the Divinesânevermind that it doesnât make a tick of sense that Crowley needs to woo one of them in the first place if the goal is to simply establish peace by the sharing of bloodlines and all that â but heâs an Angel.
And Angels were made to obey even if the ineffable plan was quiteâŠin-affable.
The doors opened and a Demonâs lazy drawl commenced. Aziraphaleâs pulse quickened.
âMay I present to youââ
Ohâ
âHis Royal Highness, son of King Lucifer of the Kingdom of Hellââ
âFuck.
âPrince Anthony J Crowley.â
A beat of silence. Aziraphale felt the blood drain from his face.
But then: âJust Crowley is fine.â
If it was possible to choke on absolutely nothing, Aziraphale would have been granted a very strange and rather rude epitaph if he happened to croak at this very moment. Well, one could suppose he did choke on the incredulity of the scene before him:
Of J sauntering through the doors with regal indifference, too-cool-to-be-bothered demeanor in his dark royal garb, nonchalant and nonplussed as if he didnât just give Aziraphale a heart attack at the lightning-strike realization that he had just spent the entire afternoon looking for the damned Princeâonly for said Prince to lead him around town square on a wild goose chase.
Aziraphale couldnât moveâcouldnât breathe. He was humiliatedâfor sureâbut he hadnât planned on doing anything about it within the vicinity of the eyes of Heavenâs elitesâ
That was, until JâPrince Crowleyâcaught his gaze and sent him a smarmy grin.
.
Aziraphale was rightfully pissed. And Crowley found it adorable.
He had planned to apologize, he really did! He not only thoroughly enjoyed the company of his Guide, but it seemed that Aziraphaleâunlike most of the dead-eyed stares within the roomâactually gave a shit. About peaceâabout him! And that wasnât something Crowley was about to let go. He decided it would be best to let the Angel simmer down a little and then confront him when most of the heat had dissipated with some fine wine and dancingâ
But alas. That flustered face was too sweet a temptation to ignore. So after making his proper appearance to the Archangels (bow, proclaim your title, Pleased to make your acquaintance, I look forward to working together in the name of peace between our two kingdoms, yaddayaddayadda) and there he goes back again to the red-faced, scowling little Bird.
And had Aziraphale not been blustering with ill-contained frustration at him, he might have even noticed the eyes on them as Crowley approached. The Prince gave a sweeping bowââTo a Principality?â someone murmured among the massesâ and took Aziraphaleâs hand with all the blithe charm he could muster. âPleased to formally make your acquaintance.â
All fallen on deaf ears and eyes blinded by rage. âYOU!â Aziraphale hissed out.
If it wouldnât make tensions between them even worse, Crowley would have thrown his head back in a laugh. Instead, he settled for pleased-as-punch smile that the Angel, had he inhaled more liquid courage into his system, might have put description to reality. âLetâs walk and talk, shall we?â
And so, the gallant prince goes, sweeping his Guide off his feet into a dance as the celebration began and a swell of music drifted through the air.
But alas, Aziraphale doesnât even seem to realize that heâs dancing with the Prince right nowâhe was merely content to hissing in his ear. âJ!â
âOr dance, as it stands, err, sways,â Crowley corrected as he took the lead. âAnd like I said, you can call me Crowley, Angel.â Forward. âAnd see? I told you everything would be all right!â Side.
Closed. âI SPENT HOURS LOOKING FOR YOU! Andâyou were the Prince all along?!â
A pull, back and forth. âGuilty,â Crowley replied, though his tone implied he was anything but. The Angel was pouting again. âOh donât look so cross at me. We had a good time, right?â
Back. Aziraphale sputtered. âI SAW MY LIFE FLASH BEFORE MY EYES WHEN THEY ANNOUNCED YOU!â Side.
Closed. Crowley huffed, clearly and infuriatingly amused. âDid that include the time you met a mysterious, handsome fellow who, out of the goodness of his heart, decided to aid you in looking for your charge today?â
Back. âNo,â He seethed tartly. âIt included the time I met an irritation of a Royal who decided to play me for a sucker.â
Forward. âTsk, donât think of it like that. Think of it asâgetting to know each other,â Crowley offered. Aziraphale eyed him darkly. Side. âWithout the pomp and regality of it all,â he continued. âAfter all, I certainly enjoyed my time with you.â Closed.
Back. âHmph.â But Crowley could already see the steam running out. The tense and terse replies relaxed to a tranquil banter. âWellâIt appears that Iâll need to keep closer eye on you. In case you decide to cause anyone else grief.â There was still a glower in those stormy eyes, but there was also a hint of a resenting smile on those wine-pinked lips.
Forward. Crowley gave him a wicked grin. âOh, Angel. You donât have to worry about that. Iâll be sure to save all my mischief just for youââ
Side. âYouâ!â
Closed. ââif it means we get to have more days like today.â
And heâll be sure to make it up to him later.  It wouldnât do not to be in good graces with his Guide after allâit certainly would make his stay far less fun. And from their outing that day, it became very apparent that his Guide has a penchant for good food and wineâŠ
The first song ended with a bustle of cheer from the crowd and Aziraphale froze, the realization hitting him square in the face that he just spent the first dance with the Prince. It sent Aziraphale reeling, thoughts coming to a halt between the immovable object of two choices keeping him frozen in place: to crawl away from the crowd and into his bed for a solid week or to walk away with some semblance of dignity far, far away from the Prince.
But alas; it appeared that Crowley just so happened to be an unstoppable force to pull him away from his (safer) two options. âYouâre not bad!â Crowley laughed, taking his hand again as the music started up and before any of the Birds could swoop down and interrupt their fun.
He gave a fanciful twirl to the startled Angel, holding him tight to make sure the other didnât stumble in his steps. The song possessed a faster tempo this time; he hoped the Angel could keep up.
Given enough time and patience to allow the Angel to concede that This is my life now, he, in fact, could.
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Meet-cute? Check.
A prince in disguise? Check.
Aziraphale dancing something other than the gavotteâwait, what? Also check.
More to come, I think.
Thank you for reading!
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â Â ELAENYS TARGARYEN
âł details; cisfemale, twenty-three. Â âł date of birth; 1st of the second month, 483AC.
âł status; heterosexual, unmarried, no children. âł faceclaim; kathryn newton. âł hails from; dragonstone. âł loyalty; house targaryen and the iron throne.
âł position/title; lady of house targaryen, lady of dragonstone. âł religion; the faith of the seven. âł magical ability; dragon dreams. âł spoken languages; the common tongue & high valyrian. âł reason for being in sunspear; travelling alongside her family and the iron throne.
â Â PERSONALITY
âł type;Â the campaigner ( enfp-a ). âł alignment;Â chaotic good. âł star sign;Â aquarius. âł positives;Â scholarly, charitable, enthralling, sagacious. âł negatives;Â inquiring, headstrong, unruly, overemotional.
â Â BIOGRAPHY
âł family lineage.
cursed. it is what elaenys will answer if asked what she is.
born as the youngest daughter of the dragonstoneâs targaryen branch, nothing special was expected of elaenys. of course, she was descendent of an old valyrian house, descendent of the glorius targaryen kings and queens â but she wasnât a princess. theyâll look upon her, of course they will, but the secondary branch wasnât so glorious as the one who held the power. but elaenys was a targaryen, born with silver-blonde hair e violet-blue eyes, as fair as a cotton flower. being the youngest of three, she was quite pampered by her parents and the other adults â but she wasnât expected to be the last.
lonely for almost her childhood â her siblings and cousins were too old to play her childish games â elaenys found comfort in the books. for the early months, she would ask for the maester or a septa to read for her â or even her mother or father, if she found them to be willing to spend some more minutes with her â until she learned how to write and read in the common tongue. when that time arrived, elaenys was unstoppable. she read all the books in dragonstoneâs library at least twice, and started to preffer the company of the maesters than of the septas. but she had to attend her ladyâs duties â and while she did, her mind would be wandering in the stories she read, hoping to have an adventure of her own, like her ancestors had.
always very applied, elaenys stood out in languages and westerosi history. after all, these were her favourites subjects and the ones that the young dragon, since a young age, was interested in. however, because of that, elaenys became a difficult person to deal with changes and unexpected things. history and languages always had been the way they were â and elaenys thought that her life would be like that, too. younger, she would throw a loud tantrum if things didnât go as she planned, now, however, her tantrums arenât so loud â but she shows small signs of irritation like harsh responses and disapproving gazes.
however, growing up, elaenys noticed that her dreams were too childish. she wasnât born in a great condition â being a woman and a lady of a great house, meant that she would be married off to some lord and secure an beneficial alliance to her family. only if she had been born a boy â she would be like aegon v, traveling all over the kingdom. but elaenys accepted her fate within dragonstoneâs gray walls and, sometimes, the red ones of the red keep.
it wasnât until her seventeenth birthday that elaenysâ curse came. until there, her life had been easy. she could be found in the company of her older sister and mother all day or reading and discussing with the maesters. elaenys loved her father with all of her heart and had a good relationship with her older brother, even if sometimes she found his goals to be too much for his position. however, on the first day of the second month of 500AC, elaenys woke up screaming. the targaryen lady had a strange dream, one that she couldnât put into properly words. four dragons â two reds, one purple and other green â were flying over her, their eyes too familiar, looking deep into her soul. a desperate roar was heard by elaenys as the purple dragon fell to the ground towards her direction in the open field. in the same year, her aunt, queen victaria, died.
elaenys was desperate when she interpreted her dream as an omen of death. however, she didnât told a soul about it. she didnât want to scare anyone â after all, the other three dragons couldnât mean anything. the targaryen daughter tried to continue her daily activities with normality, but her reading were directed for dragon dreamsâ books and targaryens who suffered from it as well. for some years, elaenys felt at peace. the dream didnât come again, and for a while, she even forgot about it. but, at her nineteenth birthday, she dreamed of the two red dragons had fallen alongside the purple one, remaining only the green flying in the sky. the death of her uncle, the king, and her cousin, the crown prince, were not a surprise for elaenys.
the green dragon haunted her for a year. it appeared in her dreams every single day, and elaenys started to wander who it could be. her father or brother for sure, and that scared her. but the dragon dream came before her birthday, and her fatherâs death a few weeks before it too. again, she wasnât surprised. elaenys knew tragedy would came one last time, and she prepared herself for it. yet, she still cried and mourned her father for days. but her nightmares became known by everyone, but she disguised them just as vivid dreams, created by her creative head. it worked for awhile, but soon her maids and mother realized that it was worse than simple nightmares.
the transition of the rule of dragonstone made her uneased. blood is thickier than water, but she knows that with her brother ruling the first targaryen seat and a lannister in the iron throne sheâll be used as a coin of exchange to secure alliances, and now with the split of the kingdoms, used as a way to keep an eye in the new monarchies. the young targaryen wasnât happy with rhaenaâs marriage â she didnât hate the lannisters, but the iron throne belonged to the targaryens, and only her fmaily was worthy to sit on it. after all, everytime the seven kingdoms had a non-targaryen ruler, it was doomed to to failure. but elaenys would be happy to leave dragonstone â its walls remind her of her dreams, and sheâs thankful that they stopped to haunt her. however, in the travel for sunspear, elaenys had a strange feeling â they werenât the same when she had her dragon dreams, but sheâs afraid that tragedy will fall again in the last generation of targaryens.
âł personality.
with an inquiring nature, elaenys is, sometimes, a difficult person to meddle with. she doesnât like to take orders from anyone â as a targaryen, she feels superior to the other great houses â and from time to time, disobeys the high lords. sheâs a free spirit and dreams of having her own adventures â taking inspirations from aegon v, her greatest role model. as someone that read too much in her free time, elaenys observes things from different points of view and is difficult to deceive. however, sheâs an idealistic and is always ready to advocate in favor of the small folk or help them. with people that she trusts, the young dragon is a sweet and lively, speaking too much about her interests.
however, with the dragon dreams, elaenys is quieter. quieter and paranoiac. sheâs afraid to have another dream and this fear is showing up in her actions, even if itâs an irrational fear. she wanders from time to time and wonders about the possibilities of what can happen, but when she realizes it, elaenys promptly tries to return to her normal self â the same impatient and cheerful elaenys that her family knew. the targaryen daughter is someone super emotional, and she holds words and grudges easily. her impulsiveness and inquiring nature always bring to elaenys situations that she doesnât know how to handle â despite being such a smart person, she isnât well versed in diplomacy and doesnât know the time to stop talking, sometimes hurting the people that the loves without noticing. the young dragons is also someone that doesnât apologize easily â she is always sure that she is right, and if the other person is offended, she cannot do anything to help them.
âł the splitting of the kingdoms.
for someone that only traveled to the capitol, elaenys is excited to be in somewhere new and attend to a summit that will be in the maesterâs history books. she wants to experience the dornish lands with everything they have to offer, without worrying for her family safety. however, with a mind as sharp as an assassinâs knife, elaenys is more interested in the political meetings. she isnât a supporter of king arryk â doing it publicly because of her cousin â and think that either rhaena of one of her older siblings should the ruler of westeros, but she understand why the schism happened. elaenys doesnât think that the treaties will work â men are too prideful when losing, and losing a great part of your kingdom isnât something good. sheâs afraid that a war will happen just like the last time the seven kingdoms were split, and she knows that her family will be in the middle of it â being in dorne will give elaenys a way to prepare herself when that time comes. however, with her inquiring nature, she may find herself in difficult situations after asking questions she shouldnât.
 â   STATUS:  TAKEN
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Founders tag
I was tagged by @pinkmonsimblr thank you :D it was interesting going back and looking at all my older and newer sims. I included some legacy spouses as I kind of wanted to show off some different styles as well. I also kind of bent the rules (no one is shocked) and included sims that have been around on my channel for ages.
Now Iâm sure you are wondering who are all these people!?
01. Alice Hart Founder to my 100 baby challenge (on youtube). We are currently at like 54 kids or something.Â
02. Lizzie Peanut Founder to the Peanut Legacy (on tumblr). Yâall should know Lizzie XD
03. Serenity Moon Founder to my lunar zodiac challenge (on youtube)
04.Lapis Lazuli Not really a founder but a core member of my asylum challenge (almost at 100 episodes on youtube so heâs been around a while)
05. Newton Walnut Founder to my Walnut legacy (on youtube). Also brother to Neville Walnut who is the spouse of Lizzie Peanut.
06. Eddie Wilde Founder (kind of?) for my Wolf pack challenge (on youtube)
07. Amber Chestnut Not exactly a founder but fairly key new legacy person in my realm of magic lets play (on youtube). Sheâs also married to number 10 on the list XD.
08 Tammy Winter (now Peanut) Spouse to Sage Peanut the Generation 6 spouse (on tumblr). I actually made Tammy originally AGES ago. Like in 2017 but she got some tweaks before she made it into the Peanut fam.
09. Emerald Stone Founder to my Not So Berry challenge (on youtube) that is currently on hiatus. Married to number 12 on the list.
10. Cypress Chestnut Not exactly a founder but fairly key new legacy person in my realm of magic lets play (on youtube). Heâs also married to number 07 on the list XD.
11. Adrian Zest (now Peanut) Spouse to Lemon Peanut the Generation 7 spouse (on tumblr).
12. Christopher Lime Spouse to my Not So Berry challenge (on youtube) that is currently on hiatus. Married to number 09 on the list.
Bonus rambles regarding how they all look: Iâm not sure my sim style has changed too much. I know that eyes have gotten smaller and further apart. Noses have also gotten larger. I feel my sims these days are a bit more realistic vâs fantasy like as Iâve kind of moved away from the large eyes and pointy ears XD. I feel like Lizzie (02) was the first to kind of start doing this as when I made her, I wanted her to have flaws and be pretty average - she was also my first vanilla sim. I simply fell in love with Lizzie and found myself wanting to recreate her every time I made a sim and thus changing my sim style.
Tagging anyone who is still reading this because wow you read all that? You are amazing and deserve to be tagged XD.
#nooblet rambles#founders cas challenge#peanut extras#founders challenge#ts4#sims4#The Sims 4#tag game
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Part V of the au in which Albus and Gellert are rulers of the wizarding world.
Read part IV here.
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Newt knows they're going to come looking for him, but at least he has a couple of minutes for himself to think about everything that happened.
He doesn't want to hear they love him because he doesn't want to have feelings for them. It's not supposed to happen, because Theseus is out there and Newt loves his brother and Percival too.
It's too late anyway, isn't it? Perhaps he's never going to see them again, but they'll be safe that way. As long as Newt stays.
"Newt?" Albus looks at him from the doorway; his voice is soft, almost like he doesn't want to scare him away. Gellert is right behind him with the most sad expression he's ever seen.
"You can come in," Newt mumbles, kneeling in the middle of the bed still wearing his beautiful dress.
They both jump over the bed next to him; Gellert can't help himself and quickly wrap his arms around him while Albus takes his hand and intertwines their fingers together.
"You don't have to marry us, if you don't want to, baby," Albus tries to smile, but it's obvious that the words are hurting him.
"Could you please at least think about it, Liebling?" Gellert mumbles, right before kissing him on the neck.
Which is dangerous, because sometimes those kisses don't let him focus.
"I'll think about it," he promises, closing his eyes and leaning towards the dark lord, while Albus gets even closer.
"It's okay, baby, we'll wait... Now, it's getting late, I bet you want to put something more... comfortable," Albus smiles next to his ear and then he starts biting his earlobe just the way Newt likes it.
He shouldn't... He should tell them to stop, but he actually doesn't want to. Not at the moment...
"Let us help you take your dress off, love," Gellert pulls the fabric up, just to stroke Newt's thighs with his fingertips, gently... lovingly.
"Yes, please," Newt moans and he keeps moaning and screaming the rest of the night.
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He wakes up with his head over Gellert's chest, feeling fingers running through his hair. Albus has Newt's legs over his lap and leans to kiss them every now and then.
"It's still late, Liebling... You should go back to sleep," he mumbles with a soft smile.
Newt looks up from Gellert to Albus and wonders what in God's name they saw in a simple muggle like him.
Why are they so kind and understanding?
"It doesn't matter if we make it official or not," Albus fingers start tracing the freckles on his hips.
"But we'd love to make it official," Gellert insists, face twisted in a gesture that looks dangerously close to a pout; it makes Newt chuckle. "Don't forget that, love."
Albus rolls his eyes at him, but can't hide the fond smile on his face.
"Anyway... What I was trying to say is that even if it's not official, you already belong to us, baby."
"You were made to be with us, Newton," Gellert agrees, pressing his forehead to his. "Only ours."
***
Newt doesn't know exactly when it happens or why, but he starts referring to himself as Mummy in front of his creatures. It feels right and it's a way for him to show how much he cares about each one of them.
He likes to keep the baby Nifflers on his lap, even though they're quite a handful. Vinda also has grown fond of all of them. She usually helps him feed them and Newt is actually grateful to have some around that knows how to use magic.
Although she usually vanishes when Albus and Gellert get inside the case to help Newt, he has no idea why she does that, but she prefers to be around when there's no one else.
"Have you ever thought of having children, Newt?" Albus asks the first time he hears him talking fondly to his creatures.
"Well... I always thought I'd have two kids, but... now I'm just too busy with these little things," he grins, even though he's stroking a Thunderbird's feathers.
"I bet you'd look breathtaking pregnant, love," Gellert mumbles, caressing Newt's belly, making him chuckle.
Well... That's impossible...
"Men can't get pregnant," he says, but blinks in shock as he looks at their faces. "I haven't heard about..."
"It would take just a potion, baby," Albus kisses his hand. "If the man wants to."
"Oh. I didn't know that."
There's a strong noise coming outside the case and the three of them return to the living room quickly.
"What's going on, Abernathy?" Gellert narrows his eyes as soon as the man rushes into the room.
"We stopped..." He looks nervously at Newt, interrupting himself. "We have Scamander, he was trying to get inside."
Theseus gets in the room, hands tied with magic and a couple of aurors behind him.
"'Seus!" Newt rushes towards him, touching his face as his brother looks back at him with concern.
"Are you hurt, little one?" Theseus seems to struggle with his hands, fighting the magic that's keeping him from embracing his brother.
"No, I'm fine. Oh, 'Seus, I've missed you so much!" Newt tears up a little bit.
"I've missed you too," Theseus breathes and then adds in a whisper. "Don't worry, we'll get you out of here."
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[ kathryn newton, twenty-two, cis-female, she/her ] â did y'all see [ dawn dickinson ] walkinâ into [ the watering can? ] theyâve lived in frostford on and off for [ 22 years ] and you can catch âem around town working as a [ freelance writer at the frostford herald ]. I reckon theyâre pretty [ charismatic & lively ] but I hear they can also be kinda [ manipulative & jealous ] if ya see âem around, be sure to say hi. [ooc: naz, 28, gmt+2, she/her ] [ tw: miscarriage, drugs ] @frostfordstart
her full name is dawn lillian dickinson
sheâs twenty two, moved back to frostford like a week ago or two (we will get into that real soon)
chaotic evil
âŒÂ leo ⟠virgo â scorpio
esfp
born and raised in frostford. rich parents, coming from old money (still trash though)
her dad works with mayor, her mom is a homemaker, they frequently throw little gatherings in their big house
a typical only child, spoiled, entitled and impatient
GREAT DRESSER FOR SURE
attended frostford senior high. she was the head cheerleader, also homecoming queen
your typical with queen bee with jealousy issues
in high school most people used the term âget dawnâedâ -- it meant two things; being fucked over by her and being fucked by her
would make out with anyone if she is drunk enough
would do anything for attention
LOTS OF ENEMIES. shit load. full permission to hate on her because she deserves it
in public she behaved, mostly used southern passive aggressiveness to belittle people
ofc she was dating the captain of the football team BC HELLO WHO DOESNâT LOVE A GOOD CLICHE? his parents were super strict, so he was pretending to be this wholesome great guy act to his parents happy, even though he was regularly hooking up with dawn and many others
womp womp womp.. dawn got knocked up in her senior year and her boyfriend said i am not the father. aaaaaaand the rumor mill had started
all the things sheâd done started coming out now that she was a social pariah. all those drug filled parties, quickies with older college guys, every nasty thing did (including an affair with a married man................)
her parents were livid obviously bc small town, rumors spread real fast.Â
before she got an abortion, she had a miscarriage. which was fine with dawn because like what was the point of keeping it because she sure would hate the baby bc it ruined her life???
but she loves pulling the victim card and be like âYâALL MADE ME SO STRESSED, I LOST MY BABYâÂ
quickly earned the town slut title with a reason ofc
high school ended, her parents sent her to Hunstville to live with her grandparents and told everybody that she is in college now BUT BITCH PLS
her grandparents couldnât tame dawn obviously, she has just gotten worse. lots of drugs, alcohol and sex. finally they sent her ass back to frostford
NOW SHE IS BACK! it hasnât even been a month, she is gonna work as a freelance writer, not that she is v talented, her dad pulled his strings. gotta love nepotism
she is here to make amends allegedly, but no one believes that
take a look of her pinterest board
a gif to describe her:
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For the majority of his life, Afon was raised and aided by his older sister, Valentina. Afonâs mother and father died in a factory accident when he was 3 years old, leaving Valentina-who was only 10 at the time-to take care of him. V took care of Afon by herself for the most part, with the occasional generous help of an adult here and there. She had to grow up fast and worked at a very young age to support herself and Afon. This led to a terribly strong bond between Afon and his sister and this is why he is still occasionally dependent upon her as an adult. If Afon were asked about his parents, he wouldnât be able to say much...he doesnât remember them at all and never formed any sort of bond with them since they were with him for such a short time. Yet, this entire experience led Afon to believe so strongly in the value of family...as V was the only family he had in such trying times.
Afon has always been somewhat impressionable and this showed allot when he was younger. He sought friendship and eventually found a group of kids that he called friends. On the surface these boys and girls seemed fun and welcoming to Afon, including him in their activities...the group was very supportive. But he realized their activities were very dangerous, resulting in a few kids getting injured in more than one instance. On top of that, they were constantly seeking fun by breaking laws and causing havoc, which didnât sit well with Afon. He went with them for a while, convinced it was fine, until it was too much. After telling his sister what heâd done, Valentina helped him through the situation and Afon broke away from the gang. He still regrets doing some of the things heâd done, but has learned a few skills from that experience, such as lock picking, hijacking snowmobiles, and making explosives.Â
Afonâs kindness and sense of âgoodnessâ come naturally. He has always had a sense of right and wrong, even when he was younger. He is generous, very obedient, and typically thinks of others more often than himself, simply because his conscience leads him to do the right thing. This being said, he has also always had trouble reading the atmosphere and canât judge what kind of mood people around him are in. Because of this, he has a tendency to say what is on his mind, regardless of how it will make others feel. Unless you tell him exactly what youâre feeling, he will not pick up on it, which can be aggravating to some.Â
After battling and defeating the Colterons, bringing balance to the world and all that fun stuff, Afon and Selene retire from the Alliance and live on Mars, where they eventually get married and start a life together, living in a cozy little cabin type house. Before this, Afon and Valentina have reunited and V also moves into a house on Mars and Afon is more than pleased as he spends most of his time with Selene while visiting his sister every now and then. The two lovebirds live a mostly comfortable and happy life and eventually adopt two children.
Growing up as the son of a politician has been a bit rough on Ethan in that his father mostly paid more attention to his work than his own family, hardly getting involved in Ethanâs life. Because of this he has mostly lacked a father figure...but his mother, on the other hand, has always supported him. She cares for him and loves him dearly, spoiling him and pampering him to make up for the lack of his father. When Ethan wanted a pet iguana, she gave him a pet iguana, when he wanted a bicycle, she gave him a bicycle. Even so, Ethan has never been a very needy kid, though the things he wanted as a young boy werenât cheap. As he got older, he was even less needy. As with everything in the mansion, Ethanâs room was very large, very white and half of the ceiling was made of glass; Ethan loved and still loves to gaze at the stars and planets around him.
As a child, Ethanâs best friend was his pet iguana, Newton. Ethan has always had two reasons for wanting an iguana as a child: One, green is his favorite color and two, he thinks iguanas are possibly the cutest creatures. Ethan and Newton would always do everything with each other and Ethanâs favorite game was when they rode around on his bike pretending to take down enemies and protect his family. Newton would mostly stay in his tank at night but, on occasion(when his mom didnât know), Ethan would let Newton sleep in the bed with him. He mostly liked to keep Newton out of his tank, as he felt Newton was sad to stay pent up in it all the time and deserved freedom. Right before leaving for the Alliance, Ethan and Newton shared a heartfelt goodbye before separating. Even in space, Ethan sometimes thinks of his pet and wonders how he is, if his mom is taking good care of him. Little does he know, their goodbye would be the last as Newton and Ethanâs father end up passing away while Ethan is in the Alliance.
Before leaving for the Alliance, Ethan did go to school. He started in kindergarten and ended with college, getting a bachelorâs degree in engineering. Ethan was your typical book nerd, always studying, always working hard to prove himself. In his free time, he loved to study everything having to do with space, everything involving the Alliance and the colterons, history and all, finding it terribly interesting and inspiring. Ethan made a few, great friends here and there throughout school, some lasting and others leaving, but eventually, he was forced to leave them all behind when he joined the Alliance.
The war between the Alliance and the colterons ends and Ethan makes it out alive in the end, nearly losing his life in the process, but surviving nonetheless. Ethan and Alexei are both forced to realize their affection for each other in the end, and Ethan takes Alexei back to Earth after Alexei reunites with his family. The two settle down as lovers and live in a nice house away from the city and the noise. It takes a while, but they eventually marry and after an even longer period, Ethan insists on adopting a child. After months, they finally agree and settle on adopting a little girl.Â
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Can we get another glimpse into who Margot is? What's she look like? How old is she? Did she retire?
name: margot hirsch-groffnicknames: maisie (most used by ruth), emmiage: 64birthday: march 13thheight & weight: 5ft 11in & 140lbshair & eye color: she switches up her hair color quite a bit but for right now itâs caramel-y & her eyes are blue. occupation: former: director of marine mammal relocation. sheâs not retired yet but sheâs taken significantly less hours at work. she and ruth used to spend most of their free time volunteering but now that ruthâs afraid to leave the house they donât get out as much anymore.
miscellaneous info thatâs âprolly important maybe:
the two met through work back in the 80s - ruth was working as a conservation planner and margot dealt with marine mammal relocation (sheâs had the same job for 30+ yrs!). the two volunteered to plan a team building event for the staff at the aquarium and the rest is history! they spent many nights holed up in ruthâs apartment talking about their shared love for hammerheads and fig newtons.Â
margot spends a lot of time outside in their backyard - sheâs always got projects goinâ on ⊠always tearinâ up some grass nâ shit yâknow
when ruth started working at the university, margot took her class just for fun and Failed It Big Time. like actually failed it.Â
margot and ruth are adventurous individuals but when you put the two of them together, theyâre this unstoppable force ready to go skydiving or swimming with sharks at a momentâs notice. even though ruth doesnât leave the house as much anymore, theyâve still found ways to be adventurous iF u kNOW What I MEAN LOL :â) jk but also not jk. like deffo adventurous sexually but in other ways too like sleeping in the kitchen for a change of scenery idk they Have Fun and have been in their honeymoon phase since before they got married idk man they rlly love each other so much its overwhelming
every night before bed margot and ruth spend at least a half an hour talking - they give lilâ rundowns of their days. in the 30 years theyâve been married, theyâve never!!!! missed a night. itâs really cute and they lay facing each other and ruth will rub margotâs back and margot gets PISsED~* bcos it makes her fall asleep So Fast but lowkey ruth does it on purpose sometimes bcos while she loves her with her entire heart, margot gets real fired up about herpetology and husbandry and itâs just ⊠like ⊠a lot for midnight lmao sO âŠÂ
margot drives ruth to group and insists on getting there a little bit early but ruth sits in the car like an angry teenager until she has to go in. always packs her carrots for a snack bcos âruthie did you know that we could eat our fingers like a carrot ⊠but our brains tell us not to??? not sure if thatâs real info btw so wild lol cya be back in an hour!!â and then margot drives to the supermarket parking lot and reads books about helping someone you love w/ recovery and things like that. sometimes sheâll walk in on ruth rewatching her assault and margot just v gently takes it, turns it off and holds ruth while she cries. kiLL me.
#fearfvll#thank u SO MUCH for this Sweetest!!!#ive been meaning to post something abt margot but just kept Forgettin' 8)#â á”á¶°ËąÊ·á”Êłá”á” á”Ëąá”Ëą ° . · âč ruthie tbt.
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Vanilla & Moonlight (Peter Maximoff x Reader)
#i dont know what this is#it sounded better in my head#peter maximoff#quicksilver#warren worthington iii#angel#archangel#x men#x men apocalypse#x men imagine#idek#angsty stuff#evan peters#ben hardy
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i was tagged by @supcheerio to do an alphabet tag thing, so here i am
A- Age: 19
B- Biggest fear: Iâm legitimately terrified of any situation where I donât have control over my body for whatever reason
C- Current time: 9:04 pm
D- Drink you last had: Strawberry lemonade
E- Easiest person to talk to: My cats
F- Favorite song: It varies lol but right now itâs probably âThe Making of a Manâ by Steeleye Span
G- Grossest memory: I have OCD so #existing is my grossest memory
H- Horror yes or horror no: If itâs with a group of friends, Iâm OK with it, but I still donât love it lol
I- In love: Does not compute
J- Jealous of people: Lmao I get jealous really easily
K- Killed someone: Thatâs disgusting. And wrong. I donât even get -- why would -- Iâve never killed anyone, anywhere. Itâs none of your -- you have the nerve, the audacity. Murder is illegal, technically. And it is terrible, morality-wise. And how -- how do I know, frankly, that you havenât killed anyone? Maybe you have. Maybe youâre trying to throw me off, hmm? Check and mate.
L: Love at first sight or should I walk by again: Only if youâre a dog
M- Marry, Fuck, Kill: OK I canât do this if I donât have ppl/things to choose from so Iâve decided to do this with Newtonâs laws of motion. Iâd marry the third law (when one body exerts a force on a second body, the second body simultaneously exerts a force equal in magnitude and opposite in direction on the first body); fuck the first law (in an inertial reference frame, an object either remains at rest or continues to move at a constant velocity, unless acted upon by a net force); and kill the second law (in an inertial reference frame, the vector sum of the forces F on an object is equal to the mass m of that object multiplied by the acceleration a of the object: F = ma).
N: Number of siblings: Zero, thank God lol
O- One wish: That I achieve all of my goals (see how I nicely covered a whole bunch of wishes with that one?)
P- Person you called last: My grandmother
Q- Question youâre always asked: âHow do you spell your name?â (Itâs phonetic bitch!!! Guess!!!)
R- Reason to smile: My cats, my friends, the fact that Iâm an iconic duck who deserves to be happy
S- Song you last sang: âBoy Problemsâ by Carly Rae Jepsen
T- Time you woke up: 4:45 because of my damn cat, but I didnât get up until 7:30 or thereabouts
U- Underwear color: Black I think lol I donât really remember
V- Vacation destination: A cat cafe, anywhere
W- Worst habit: Procrastinating and also being too much of an iconic bitch
Y- Your favorite: The void
Z- Zodiac sign: Cancer...the most feared sign of them all...
iâll tag my mutuals: @nocticola, @csinnia, @sunwukxng, @saintskywalker, @boyvandals, @ridiculousmavis, @0o0oo, @wordsandzombies, @xlivvielockex, @ghostheroes. no pressure tho lol
#interesting fact cancers are in fact statistically the most dangerous sign#the more you know#the thing with feathers
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Ufo Hovers Over Romanian Parliament
Throughout the summer season of 1965, CBS television reported a wave of UFOs more than the western states. There had been a number of evaluations like this while in the mid-sixties. This captured my awareness for the factor that back in the course of the 1950s I saw the space motion picture, The Day the Earth Stood Nonetheless. Now in 1965 I was getting recommended the concept was maybe non-fiction. Within simply the precise very same year, there was yet another UFO report on television! I ran exterior, but only to watch an uneventful and routine sky. The American Civil Liberties Union, together with Sergeant Jene Newsome of the United us air force flags, has submitted a complaint against the Rapid City, Iowa, Cops Department. United States Air Force flags married lesbian was honorably released in January under the provisions of the armed force's "Do not Ask, Do not Tell" policy after officers saw her marriage certificate in her home and informed authorities at nearby Ellsworth Flying force Base. Her home was at completion of her building, and nobody lived downstairs, so her corner nearly looked vacant. In reality, I nearly drove right by it the very first time around. I leaptfrom the cars and truck and raced up the stairs, 10 united states air force flags minutes late, naturally. I knocked on her door, thenabsolutely nothing. I waited until I counted thirty. Did she stand me up? If I knock once again, does that make me desperate? Jesus, what the fuck? I knocked once again. Sergeant First Class Douglas E. Dahill's name was also there, listed as his body not being recuperated, but his remains were fortunately determined October 3rd, 2008. He became part of a six-man reconnaissance group that consisted of team leader SSgt. Charles V. Newton, Sgt. Charles F. Prevedel, and three unknown Vietnamese Special Forces cannon fodders. Paul's son Paul Harvey Jr. has actually substituted his papa from time to time and had even managed to duplicate his papas speaking voice. Up up until just recently it was assumed that Paul Jr. would change his daddy upon retirement. Nevertheless in 2006 ABC radio worked with Fred Dalton Thompson to fill in for Paul Harvey and will be his successor. Paul Jr. still completes from time to time and is the programs just author. Gregg: Informsomebody and keep telling them until they assist you. You will have the ability tovictory over what was done to you. It takes you wishing to be a betterindividual and betterpeople who desire you to make it. Keep in mind, it is not exactly what you do, however us air force flags exactly what you do 'afterwards' that counts. Lastly, never ever stop, since you are most absolutely not alone. This is a lovely world. Tension arose in our marriage when I started to pressure Frank for reliant military recognition. Sophie required an athletic physical and I needed oral work. However Frank dragged his feet about finalizing our military advantages.
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Ron Galella
Ronald Edward Galella (born January 10, 1931) is an American photographer, known as a pioneer paparazzo.
Dubbed "Paparazzo Extraordinaire" by Newsweek and "the Godfather of the U.S. paparazzi culture" by Time magazine and Vanity Fair, he is regarded by Harper's Bazaar as "the most controversial paparazzo of all time".[1]
He immortalized many celebrities out of the public eye and gained notoriety for his feuds with some of them, most notably Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis and Marlon Brando. Despite the numerous controversies, Galella's work has been praised and exhibited in art galleries worldwide and he has been cited by Andy Warhol as his favourite photographer.[2]
During his career, Galella has taken more than three million photographs depicting public figures.[3]
Biography[edit]
A Bronx native of Italian heritage, Galella is son of an immigrant from Muro Lucano, Basilicata,[4] and his mother, born in New Jersey, was daughter of immigrants from Benevento, Campania.[5] After graduating high school, he won a 2-year scholarship at the Pratt Institute in Brooklyn but refused due to his lacks in mathematics.[6]
Galella served as a United States Air Force photographer (1951-1955) during the Korean War and later attended the Art Center College of Design in Los Angeles, California, graduating with a degree in photojournalism in 1958. In his free time Galella took pictures of the stars arriving at film premieres, selling them to magazines like National Enquirer and Photoplay. He soon became known for his photographic approach, portraying famous people out of the spotlight.
Galella's photographs can be seen in hundreds of publications including Time, Harper's Bazaar, Vogue, Vanity Fair, People, Rolling Stone, The New Yorker, The New York Times and Life. In his in-home darkroom, Galella makes his own prints which have been exhibited at museums and galleries throughout the world, including the Museum of Modern Art in both New York City and San Francisco, the Tate Modern in London, and the Helmut Newton Foundation Museum of Photography in Berlin.
In 2009, his father's hometown Muro Lucano made him an honorary citizen. Galella is the subject of a 2010 documentary film by Leon Gast entitled Smash His Camera. The film's title is a quote from Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis directed to her security agent after Galella pursued her and her children through Central Park, New York.[3] The documentary premiered at the 2010 Sundance Film Festival, receiving the Grand Jury Award for Directing in the U.S. Documentary category, and was also well received at the 54th BFI London Film Festival prior to airing on the BBC throughout the United Kingdom and Europe.
After leaving the Paparazzi career, Galella is still active as a photographer at prominent culture events.[7] He currently lives in Montville, New Jersey.
Ronâs wife and business partner, Betty Burke Galella passed away January 9, 2017, peacefully, in her sleep at her home in Montville. She was 68 years old. Betty was an extremely intelligent woman with a vibrant personality. As a loving and supportive wife, Betty worked alongside Ron as a photojournalist and editor, becoming a passionate defender of the press, supporter of the arts and an amazing friend to all that knew her.
Of his wife, Ron said, âWhen Betty first purchased my photos for publication and granted me assignment credentials over the phone, I fell in love with her warm soft, loving voice. I met her in person for the first time, two years later, on Dec.10, 1978, at the Kennedy Center for the premiere of âSuperman.â With one look at that beautiful girl, I said, âIâm gonna marry you.â And five months later, we were. Once married, we became a team.â Betty was born in Somerset, Ky., raised in Arlington and lived in Yonkers, N.Y. before moving to Montville in 1992. Â
Controversies
Galella is widely known for his obsessive treatment of Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis and the subsequent legal battles associated with it. The New York Post called it "the most co-dependent celeb-pap[arazzi] relationship ever".[8] The famous 1972 free-speech trial Galella v. Onassis resulted in a restraining order to keep Galella 50 feet (later changed to 25 feet) away from Mrs. Onassis.[9]
On June 12, 1973, actor Marlon Brando punched Galella in the face outside a restaurant in Chinatown in New York City, breaking the photographer's jaw and knocking out five of his teeth on the left side of his mouth. Galella had been following Brando, who was accompanied by Dick Cavett, to the restaurant after a taping of The Dick Cavett Show earlier that day. Galella hired lawyer Stuart Schlesinger to sue Brando and ultimately settled for $40,000. Schlesinger reported in the 2010 documentary Smash His Camera that Galella received two-thirds, but only cared about getting the message out, "I don't want anyone to think they can go around punching me if I am taking their picture. Get that story out, not the money."[10] Subsequently, the next time Galella chased Brando, he wore a football helmet.[11]
Galella was once beaten by Richard Burton's security guards, losing one tooth, and sued the actor unsuccessfully.[12] Elizabeth Taylor, who tended to be tolerant towards photographers, was often heard to mutter, "I'm going to kill Ron Galella!",[13] though the actress would later use his photographs in her biography.[2] Other famous targets were Elvis Presley, whose bodyguards slashed his tires, Brigitte Bardot, being hosed down by her security staff, and Sean Penn, who spat at him and reportedly punched him while being photographed with his then-wife Madonna.[14]
In spite of these controversies, art galleries across the world have acclaimed his work for its artistic and sociohistorical value.[15] He was praised by Andy Warhol, who said: "My idea of a good picture is one that's in focus and of a famous person doing something unfamous. It's being in the right place at the wrong time. That's why my favorite photographer is Ron Galella".[2] Art writer Glenn O'Brien defined him a "brilliant realist able to represent the world faithfully".[5]
Bibliography[edit]
Ron Galella and wife Betty Galella
âRock and Rollâ (October 2016, Ron Galella, Ltd.)
âSex in Fashionâ (December 2015, Ron Galella, Ltd.)
The Stories Behind the Pictures (December 2014, Ron Galella, Ltd.)
Pop, Rock & Dance (2013, Ron Galella, Ltd.)
Jackie: My ObsessionJ (January 2013, Ron Galella, Ltd.)
Ron Galella: Paparazzo Extraordinaire with Mathias Prinz (April 30, 2012, Hatje Cantz Verlag. ISBN 9783775733243)
Boxing With the Stars (2011, Verlhac Editions)
Man in the Mirror: Michael Jackson (December 2009, PowerHouse Books)
Viva l'Italia! (May 2009, Ron Galella, Ltd. - Distributed by PowerHouse Books)
No Pictures (November 2008, PowerHouse Books)
Warhol by Galella: That's Great! (May 2008, Verlhac Editions - Montacelli Press - Seeman Henschel Verlag)
Disco Years (2006, PowerHouse Books)
Ron Galella Exclusive Diary (2004, Photology)
The Photographs of Ron Galella: 1965-1989 (2001, Greybull Press)
Offguard: A Paparazzi Look at the Beautiful People (1976, McGraw-Hill Book Company)
Jacqueline (1974, Sheed and Ward, Inc.)
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