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kotegiris · 5 days ago

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[Event Story] Cage of Black Raven

I'm just an amateur and it's my first time translating something this long, so there may be mistakes, but please enjoy! I recommend reading this while having the event story open on your device!

Chapter 7: The Black Raven’s Release

-The next morning-

The day of the festival has finally come. It’s the day of Liberta’s first… and last day outside.

We made our preparations and gathered in the living room.

Liberta: Hey, Boschi… Can I really go outside?

Boschi: Yeah of course…

Boschi: Give it your all and have fun. Let’s make it the best day ever.

Bastien: If you walk around town, there’ll be lots of stands.

Lono: There’ll be lots of yummy food! Let’s eat till we’re full!

Liberta: Yeah!

Muu: Ehehe… I’m also looking forward to it!

Yuhan: Fufu… Muu-chan, be careful not to eat too much, okay?

Boschi: Let’s get going. Liberta, do you have the allowance you were given?

Liberta: I got it! You have to give money in exchange to buy things.

> Good job remembering that

Liberta: Ehehe… Thank you, (Name)-san!

Lono: Off to the festival! Let’s enjoy ourselves!

Bell Tower - Entrance

Boschi: Hey, guard. We’ll be leaving for a bit.

Male Guard: Hmm, what’s that~...?

Hiccup!

Bastien: He’s dead drunk… if we leave him be, won’t he pass out soon?

Yuhan: We’re the Devil Butlers! We’ll be accompanying the Raven Master on his outing!

Male Guard: …Raven Master? Are you talking about the brat with long and messy hair?

Male Guard: Haha, what a joke! This brat is supposed to be the Raven Master?

Male Guard: Hnn… The Raven Master is 2… no… 3 people… Ahahaha, I’ve drunk too much!

Boschi: …Listen up, Liberta. This guy is the classic good-for-nothing adult.

Boschi: Don’t pay any attention to what he’s saying.

Liberta: Okay.

Rondine - Center of Town

-A little later-

Boschi: Now then… We made it to the town…

Boschi: Liberta, how does it feel to be outside?

Liberta: T-There’s so many people… and I can hear lots of wonderful sounds…!

> Wonderful sounds?

Bastien: He’s probably talking about the music. To add to the festive mood, many music performances are going on right now.

Lono: Hey, Liberta… Have you decided on what you want to do during the festival?

Liberta: Yeah, I’ve decided! I want to go shopping!

Liberta: I want a “hairbrush”!

> A hairbrush…?

Muu: Why do you want a hairbrush, Liberta-san?

Liberta: I want my hair to be like Boschi’s! So I need to make it all smooth!

Liberta proudly shook his long hair.

Boschi: So that’s why you’re growing out your hair…

> He really admires you, Boschi

Lono: Shishishi… Aren’t you happy, Boschi-san?

Boschi: Tch… Shut up, Lono.

Yuhan: …Oh my

> Yuhan?

> What is it?

Yuhan: By Bastien’s legs…

Looking over at Bastien’s legs, was a white cat snuggling up to him.

White Cat: Nya~~~n

Bastien: …! I-It’s so fluffy…

Muu: S-So cute…!

Boschi: It’s wearing a collar… Someone’s pet?

White Cat: Nya~

Liberta: Ah, cat! Wait!

Lono: H-Hey, Liberta! Don’t just run off!

Dash…

Muu: Waah! Lono-san, wait!

Bastien: Can’t be helped… I’ll go after them.

Dash…

Boschi: Hah… Those guys… At this rate, they’re gonna get lost…

Boschi: Sorry, Aruji-sama. I’ll be going after them.

> Got it

Boschi: Yuhan, I leave Aruji-sama to you.

Yuhan: Understood.

Dash…

Yuhan: Fufu… He’s relying on me.

> You look happy

Yuhan: Oh my… You can tell?

Yuhan: I’m happy that it seems like Boschi-san has come to trust me.

> I’m happy for you

Yuhan: Yes… Since he’s counting on me I’ll have to make sure to protect you.

Yuhan: …!?

Instantly, Yuhan’s face suddenly became grim.

> Y-Yuhan?

Yuhan: Aruji-sama, watch out!!

> Huh!?

I was strongly held by Yuhan.

Ravens: CAAW!

At that moment… Behind me, large ravens passed through the town.

> W-What the!? > Ravens!?

Yuhan: T-That was close…

Yuhan: Just now, large carrier ravens almost collided into you.

Yuhan: Thank goodness you’re not injured…

> S-So that’s what happened…

Yuhan released me from his arms.

Yuhan: My apologies for surprising you, Aruji-sama.

> It’s alright.

Yuhan: Really? But your face is a bit red…

> I-It’s nothing

Yuhan: I’m glad… Hearing that, I can rest easy.

Yuhan: Well then, Aruji-sama… Shall we regroup with the others?

Yuhan: Let’s head in the direction the cat ran off in.

> Y-Yeah

Rondine - Alleyway

Yuhan and I went searching for Liberta and the others.

Yuhan: Hm, I could have sworn that they turned this corner…

Nya~~~n ♪

???: Fufu, there, there…

Yuhan: This voice is…

Down the street, in front of a store, was Bastien and the white cat.

Nyan Nyan ♪

Bastien: Do you want to be petted that badly… There, there…

> Bastien? > He looks like he’s enjoying himself

Bastien: A-Aruji-sama!?

Yuhan: Fufu… So Bastien-san likes cats.

Bastien: Yuhan saw me too…

Yuhan: By the way… Where did everyone else go?

Bastien: Ah, they’re inside the shop.

Saying that Bastien pointed at the general store in front of us.

Bastien: It seems like this cat is allowed to roam around the store. While chasing after it, I ended up here.

> I see…

Yuhan: Hm… Then it looks like we had good timing.

Yuhan: We can probably get a hairbrush for Liberta here.

Yuhan: Now that we've safely regrouped, I'll go inside and let the others know.

> Have a safe trip

Yuhan: Thank you. Please excuse me, Aruji-sama.

Step… step…

General Store’s White Cat: Nya~~~n

Bastien: Hm, what is it? You want me to pet you more?

General Store’s White Cat: Nyan, nya~

Bastien: There, there…

General Store’s White Cat: Purr

> So cute

Bastien: It really is. Aruji-sama, do you want to try petting it too?

> Me too?

General Store’s White Cat: Nya, Nyan

> Then… > Don’t mind if I do

I gently stroked the cat’s back and neck.

General Store’s White Cat: Purr

Nya~~n

Bastien: Heh… it looks happy.

General Store’s White Cat: Nyan, Nya, Nyan!

Bastien: Doesn’t this cat talk a lot? Maybe it’s trying to talk to you…?

> Maybe?

I gently stroked the pampered cat.

The cat purred and looked content.

The sight of it was so adorable I couldn’t help but let out a smile.

> Fufu…

General Store’s White Cat: Nya~~~ ♪

Purrr~ ♪

Bastien: …. …Cute.

> Isn’t it so cute > What a cute cat

Bastien: The cat’s cute, but… I was talking about you.

> Huh?

Bastien: Seeing your smile makes me want to protect it.

Bastien: It’s very lovely.

> Y-You think so…?

General Store’s White Cat: Nya~?

Boschi: Hah… You can’t be left alone either huh, Bastien.

Bastien: Hm…? Boschi-san…?

#akuneko #aknk #devil butler with black cat #event story #cage of black raven #akuneko translations #as a bastien oshi thank you to the writers

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justcallmefox89 · 1 year ago

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Cinderfella's Adventures in Cordonia Masterlist

An AU of The Royal Romance with a male MC and a bisexual prince.

Callum's Playlist * Lord Huron - The Night We Met * Allen Stone - Consider Me * Sleep Token - Chokehold * Hozier - Tell It To My Heart * LP - The One That You Love * Wonho - Losing You * The Struts - One Night Only * Foxy Shazam - Holy Touch * Post Malone - I Fall Apart * Meg Myers - Desire * Jidenna - Little Bit More * Troye Sivan - Rush * Foster the People - Sit Next to Me * James Bay - Us * Foy Vance - She Burns * The Civil Wars - Poison and Wine * Grace Potter and the Nocturnals - Things I Never Needed *LP - Switchblade *The Killers - Romeo and Juliet

Chapter One - The Meet Cute

Chapter Two - Callum gets his first taste of life in Cordonia, reunites with Liam, and meets his competition.

Chapter Three - Liam and Callum enjoy some time alone together, Callum meets the other Beaumont brother, and Liam makes an uncomfortable request.

Chapter Four - Callum sees Liam for the first time since the conversation in the garden, Bastien keeps a close eye on the American, and Constantine reveals how he truly feels about some of the suitors.

Chapter Five - Callum encounters Madeline for the first time and the group sneaks out of the palace for a nighttime pastry run. Bastien discovers one of Callum’s secrets.

Chapter Six - Bastien and Liam finally learn the shocking truth about Callum’s life in America.

Chapter Seven - The court visits Lythikos, Callum and Liam heat things up.

Chapter Eight - On the last night in Lythikos Callum reaches his breaking point.

Chapter Nine - Liam and Callum learn that there are some choices that you can’t take back, and everything has a consequence.

Chapter Ten - It’s been over a year since Callum fled Cordonia in disgrace and went into hiding, but now some familiar faces are back in New York and searching for their missing friend.

Chapter Eleven - It’s too late to turn back now.

Chapter Twelve - Drake, Hana, and Maxwell reveal their grand plan; Drake makes a confession.

Chapter Thirteen - Thirteen has always been Drake’s lucky number.

Chapter Fourteen - Callum realizes he isn’t as over Liam as he thought he was.

Chapter Fifteen - The truth always comes out.

Chapter Sixteen - It all comes out.

Chapter Seventeen - Callum speaks to his former competition and receives an offer from Madeline.

Chapter Eighteen - A late night visit to Callum results in an unexpected offer and an explosive argument. Bonus: Papa MacKenzie makes an appearance!

Chapter Nineteen - Liam finally faces the consequences of his actions.

Chapter Twenty - Drake and Liam learn more about Callum's past.

Chapter Twenty - One - Callum makes a request.

Chapter Twenty-Two - Callum and Liam battle it out and Drake chooses a side.

Chapter Twenty-Three - Return to Cordonia.

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karahalloway · 2 years ago

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Mardi Gras Mayhem - Chapter 9: Bastien

Fandom: TRR

Series: Mardi Gras Mayhem (click the link to read each part in order!)

Pairings: None

Summary: The TRR lads celebrate Maxwell's 21st birthday in New Orleans during Mardi Gras. What can possibly go wrong?

Synopsis: Bastien goes on the hunt for Leo and Liam in the Mardi Gras crowd...

Word count: 3,000

Warnings: M (swearing, brief mentions of nudity, spicy food)

A/N: This is a part of a collaboration written for @choicesprompts' March prompt.

Bastien

"Rico? You got eyes in them?"

"Yessir," came the crackling confirmation over the comms. "They're right in— Oh, shit!"

Bastien grabbed the mic in front of him. "Rico? What the hell happened? Rico?"

All he got was radio silence.

"Bring up the body cam!" he barked at the techie.

The tap of keys rang out as the view on the monitor changed.

"What in the—?"

Words failed Bastien. Never — in all his years as a King's Guard — had he seen anything like this.

"Are they... topless?" whispered the techie with a slack-jawed expression.

"I don't care if they're buck-ass naked!" snapped Bastien, quickly yanking his composure back together as the bare breasts continued to bounce past on the screen. "We need eyes on London and Paris! Dimitriou! Sit rep!"

"I'm neck deep in tits, sir...!"

"Goddammit!" hissed Bastien under his breath. "Why must I do everything myself...? Bruno!"

The techie nearly gave himself whiplash as he wrenched his mesmerised gaze away from the titillating view. "Y-yes, sir...?"

"Get me an earpiece and a tracker. I'm going green," he declared, pulling his jacket on.

Bruno's eyes widened. "But—"

"We need all the eyes we can spare out in the field. And since I can't work all this crap—" he threw his arm out at the various pieces of surveillance tech that had been shoved into the tight space they occupied, "—you're going to have to hold down the fort."

The techie swallowed nervously. But he knew better than to question his commanding officer. Especially in a crisis situation. So, he forced himself to nod. "Yes, sir."

"Good lad," approved Bastien as he quickly slotted the earpiece into place, and pocketed the tracker. "Keep all the comms links open, and keep me informed of everything."

Without waiting for Bruno to confirm his acquiescence, Bastien threw the back of the van open and jumped out onto the pavement. Slamming the door closed behind him, he dove into the press.

God, this was a nightmare...

When Constantine had informed him that the young princes wished to accompany the Beaumonts to New Orleans for Maxwell's birthday celebrations, Bastien had not thought much of it. One city was basically like any other when it came to security, after all.

So, he'd accepted the assignment on the spot.

But as he'd set about planning the details of the security arrangements, he had quickly come to the less than reassuring realisation that this operation was going to be anything but run-of-the-mill.

Not only had the Beaumonts picked the busiest weekend of the New Orleans social calendar — when over 1 million visitors descended on the city for the world-famous Mardi Gras celebrations — but instead of simply enjoying the festivities from the safety of the bar of their five-star hotel, the nobles actually wanted to join the chaotic extravaganza.

In matching costumes.

Bastien had tried to veto the sparkly outfits that Maxwell had smuggled into the country in his oversized suitcase. His team's job was going to be difficult enough trying to keep tabs on his royal charges without them camouflaging themselves in the same kind of gaudy garb that everyone else on the street would be wearing.

But his objections had not only been soundly ignored, but Maxwell had actually foisted the same loud ensemble onto him as well!

Christ alive...

Though as a consolation, he had managed to sneak a few additional tracking dots onto the Princes' clothes before they'd set out for their night on the town.

He just had to hope that nothing had happened to Leo and Liam (codenamed London and Paris respectively for this trip) after his team had lost sight of them in the wild crowd.

Because a few tracking dots weren't going to help in the face of a mugging, much less an assassination attempt. That's why his team also had boots on the ground — to provide close-quarters protection should things take a sudden turn for the worst.

At least, that was the idea.

Because Leo, especially, liked to treat his detail as (un)willing participants in a high-stakes game of hide-and-seek. And Liam was apt to blindly follow his brother into questionable situations, with the result that both royals had the potential to go AWOL in the chaos of the streets.

Which meant that Bastien had his work doubly cut out for him.

And he was not going to be the one responsible for losing the Rys brothers in a foreign country.

Full stop.

He'd rather face a firing squad than Constantine's ire.

Continuing to shove his way through the press, he finally arrived at the Rys' brothers' last confirmed location...

...but there was no sign of them anywhere.

Bastien craned his neck, hoping to catch sight of a tell-tale mop of blonde and/or raven hair, but too many people were sporting top hats, platform shoes, and even stilts. The haphazardly flying beads, coconuts and wayward boas were not helping matters either.

"Damn it..." he hissed under his breath.

"Sir!" Bruno's voice crackled to life in his ear. "I've got them, sir!"

"Where?"

"In the building. Two hundred meters to your right."

"Good work, Bruno," acknowledged Bastien, already elbowing his way through the crush. "All teams! Converge on my location, stat!"

Having arrived at the building in question — which he could see was some sort of dive bar — he was about to step through the door when Bruno's voice buzzed in his earpiece again.

"Sir! I don't know what happened, but I... I..."

"Jesus Christ, lad," shouted Bastien. "Just spit it out already!"

"I can't see them anymore."

Bastien froze. "What do you mean, you can't see them?"

"They're... they're gone, sir," stammered the techie. "They just... disappeared..."

The colour drained from Bastirn's face. "Oh, shit..."

A lost signal meant one of only two things: a technical malfunction or foul play. And since the realm of possibilities where all the tracking signal disappeared simultaneously was slim to none, that meant that they were definitely up shit creek.

"Rico! Dimitriou!" barked Bastien as the team leads finally arrived, sweaty and panting. "Cover the exists! No one's getting in or—"

He almost got bowled over as a large group of animated men wearing matching lime green t-shirts flooded out of the bar onto the sidewalk.

"Which way's the hotel...?" shrieked a well-coiffed blonde with the slogan Most Likely to Get Lost emblazoned across his chest.

"I thought we were going to a bar...!" objected a lanky brunette bearing the phrase Most Likely to Get Us All Arrested on his top.

"We just left the bar!" shouted a third, swinging his man purse out — and very narrowly missing Bastien's face.

"Good thing too, because all the hot guys are out here!" crooned a fourth sporting a tipsy grin and smoky eyeliner, as he laid eyes on Rico and Dimitriou.

"Hey!" objected his ginger-haired friend. "You're already married, Jerry! You made your choice! These hunks are for us!"

"So?!" retorted Jerry, grabbing onto Bastien. "Brad isn't here, is he?"

"No!" cried the redhead, giving his supposed friend a shove. "I saw him first! This one's mine!"

"Where the hell did you get this?" demanded Bastien he snapped a hold over the redhead's wrist.

"Hey!" cried the man. "What do you think you're—?"

"Answer the question!" ordered Bastien, raising the ginger's arm up so there was no way he could overlook the much-too-big Patek Philippe that adorned his manicured wrist.

"Okay, fine!" came the offended scoff. "A random guy with a fancy accent dumped it on me."

Bastien's eyes widened. "Was he tall and blonde?"

"Yeah, I guess so...?"

"Was there another male with him? Similar height, dark hair—?"

"How the heck should I know!"

"By paying attention," grumbled Bastien as he expertly slipped the heavy time-piece off the man’s wrist. "Rico! Dimitriou! We have a lead!"

Quickly extricating himself from the throng, Bastien pushed his way towards the dive bar, the other Guard hot on his heel.

Bursting into the smoky and dimly lit venue, he cast his eyes around the room, looking for the missing prince(s).

But he couldn't see them anywhere.

"Rico! Dimitriou! Fan out! If they're still here, we need to find them!"

The Guard dispersed, pushing and shoving their way though the press of patrons, leaving a trail of obscenities and split liquor in their wake.

Bastien, meanwhile, marched up to the bar, pulling his phone out as he went. "Hey! You!"

The bartender flicked his gaze up from the row of shots he was pouring.

"Have you seen these men?" Bastien demanded, thrusting a picture of Leo and Liam at the guy.

The man scoffed. "If I did, I ain't gonna remember. It's been a madhouse in here all day with sororities, bachelor parties, tourists—"

"Damn it—!" Bastien shook his head irately as he turned away.

They needed another avenue.

"Bruno! I need maps, blueprints, CCTV... Anything you've got!"

"Actually, sir, that may not be necessary..."

Bastien snapped a hand up to his ear to make sure he'd heard Bruno correctly. "You found them?"

"I got a hit on their carrier signal. Both of them. They're—"

"Send me the coordinates!" shouted Bastien as he threw himself out of the front door again.

Pulling up the secure tracking app on his phone, he saw two red dots appear on the screen.

Less than a two blocks away...

But his path was blocked by a virtual sea of people. And trying to fight his way through the crush was going to cost him time... time which he did not have.

He was going to have to take a less direct route.

Spinning on his heel, he dived into the closest side-street, elbowing people indiscriminately out of the way as he went. As he moved further away from the epicentre of the carnival, the crowd started to thin mercifully out.

Five blocks out, where the crowd had dwindled to a manageable level, he changed direction, picking up a route that was parallel with the one that the two phone signals were taking.

He was almost level with the red dots flashing on his screen when one of them suddenly disappeared.

Bastien skidded to a confused halt. "What in the—?"

The wayward dot popped up again — in a different location.

Fuck.

"Sir, one of the signals—"

"I know," huffed Bastien in reply.

He didn't have the ability to track two leads at the same time — he was just one man and in his haste to make progress, he'd left the rest of his team behind.

"Which one's London's signal?" he asked Bruno tightly via the comms.

He'd hoped never to be in this situation. Of having to choose. But not all lives were created equal and health and well-being of the heir was ultimately more important than that of the spare.

"The one that's diverged. I... I'll mark it blue for you."

"Thanks, lad," acknowledged Bastien, picking up the pace again. "Send the location of the other signal to Rico. They can take up the chase for Paris."

"Right away, sir."

Ignoring the sweat steaming down his back courtesy of the impromptu exertion undertaken in an ill-fitting polyester jacket under the sultry Louisiana heat, Bastien continued his dogged quest, keeping half an eye on the tracking app as he went.

Before long, he arrived at the location where Leo's phone signal had come to an ultimate stop: Bubba's Gumbo Palace.

Without pausing to catch his breath, or wipe the perspiration from his face, Bastien pushed the gaudily-painted door open, the wall-mounted bell jingling to announce his arrival.

But a quick inspection of the small space (the intentional misnaming of the eatery having been an obvious advertising gimmick) revealed only a few cheap metal tables and chairs and a very pungent smell of garlic.

Maybe he was in the back...?

Wouldn't be the first time that the Crown Prince had been found in a questionable location under even more questionable circumstances... usually in the company of a woman (or three).

But as Bastien was about to take a step forward, he suddenly found his path blocked by a midget of a man, sporting a bald head and a splattered chef's apron.

"You must be hungry!" the man declared with a gap-toothed grin.

"Actually, I'm looking for—"

"Well, you ain't gotta look no further, ti!" pronounced the dwarf, jabbing his greasy ladle at Bastien. "Ma name's Bubba and lordeee if I ain't just gone and made da best batch o' gumbo this side o' Dixie!"

"I'm sure it's great, but—"

"The only question is, how hot do ya wan' it?" asked Bubba, scampering enthusiastically behind the counter. "Hot? Hellishly hot? Or hot enough to fry a Mexican?"

"Look, I'm not here for—"

"Mexican it is!" declared Bubba, furiously ladling gumbo into a bowl. "That'll put some hair on your chest!"

"I have hair on my chest..."

"Not this kinda hair!!" came the shouted proclamation as Bubba finished putting the finishing touches on his creation. "Now what do ya wanna wash it down with?"

"The only thing I want is—"

"Coke!" pronounced Bubba, slamming a can of Dr Pepper down on the counter. "No two ways 'bout it, ti!"

Bastien raised a brow, but held off on commenting. He didn't want to get drawn down an even more potentially time-consuming tangent than the one he found himself on already.

Instead, he reached for his wallet. "How much do I owe you?"

Since Bubba had refused to take 'no' for an answer, Bastien figured he might as well just pay up so he could—

The ear-splitting opener of Right Said Fred's I'm Too Sexy rent the silence of the small space.

"Oh, 'scuse me a sec," flushed Bubba, pulling the phone out of his apron pocket...

...a phone that Bastien instantly recognised.

"Bubba's Gumbo Palace!" chirped Bubba, lifting the device to his ear. "We got deee best—"

"Give me that!" cried Bastien, making a grab for the phone.

But the little man was surprisingly spry for his age (and height) and ducked deftly out of reach. "Now that was mighty rude—!"

"No ruder than you shamelessly misappropriating stolen property," glowered Bastien, sizing up the space and the angles in order to calculate the best way to get the jump on Bubba.

Bubba looked genuinely offended. "Stolen?! Sir, I'd neva! This here phone is mine by rights!"

"Uh-huh," muttered Bastien. "Because a lion-emblazoned phone case with the words 'Totally Roarsome' just screams gumbo-obsessed hillbilly."

"A man can have diverse interests," sniffed Bubba.

"Not that diverse," countered Bastien. "So how about you hand that phone over, and tell me how you got your hands on it, and I'll consider not reporting you to the cops for petty theft."

Bubba mulled his words over. "A'ight," he said eventually. "You can have the phone. But only after you have that gumbo. Can't have all that food goin' t' waste! And I gotta get somethin' outta this transaction!"

"There is no transaction!" objected Bastien. "You're lucky I'm not—"

"D'you want the phone or not?"

"...yes."

"Then eat the grub," insisted Bubba, pushing the tray towards him. "It's a fair trade, wouldn't you say...?"

Bastien heaved a breath. As much as he hated to admit it, taking Bubba up on his offer was guaranteed to be a much faster way to get what he came for than potentially spending several hours running around the French Quarter looking for a needle in a haystack. And if the little man reneged on his word...? Well, then there was always the option of slowly peeling back the midget's fingernails with the business end of his switch-blade.

"Okay. Fine. I'll—"

"Can't forget the secret ingredient !" cried Bubba, dumping half a bottle of hot sauce on the plate.

Bastien stared at the fare dubiously. The things he did for King and country...

Picking out a plastic spoon from the holder on the counter, he grabbed the tray and took it over to the nearest table. Sitting down, he dipped the utensils into the red hot mess in front of him, and lifted it to his mouth...

...and nearly spat it back out when the heat of the hot sauce hit the back of his throat.

But he forced himself to swallow. Because Bubba had potential information about Leo's whereabouts and Bastien had lost too much time already chasing his tail.

Twenty agonising bites later, Bastien was red-faced, sweating and his mouth felt like it has been dragged through a lava field. But he'd accomplished his mission. He'd finished the whole bowl. Without touching the Dr Pepper.

Even Bubba looked impressed. "Ooh-whee! That was some championship eatin' right there, 'cuz! What d'ya think? Good, huh?"

"It was... It was actually good," admitted Bastien. It was true — behind the towering wall of hellfire lay a surprisingly nuanced flavour profile. And he actually wouldn't have minded having some more... just with a lot less hot sauce.

"What did I tell ya?!" beamed Bubba. "Now, I also have—"

"Just the phone... please," interjected Bastien.

"Oh, alright," harrumphed Bubba, reaching into his pocket. "A bet's a bet..."

Bastien raised a brow. "Bet? Thought this was supposed to be a trade..."

"Mighta been a bitta both," shrugged Bubba unabashedly. "And you won, so what does it matter, huh?"

"You still owe me an explanation..." Bastien reminded him as he pocketed the phone.

Bubba spread his hands. "Not that much to tell, really. I'd gone out back for a smoke when I felt somethin' crunch 'neath ma feet, and I thought to Lord Ah must've stepped on a damn turtle again..."

"A turtle? In the city...?" queried Bastien sceptically.

"How else am I s'posed t' make turtle soup if I ain't got no turtles!" exclaimed Bubba. "But them sneaky critters are always excapin' outta their cage...! But anyso's, I look down and it inna a turtle but a phone."

"And you have no idea how it got there?"

"If I did, I'd've told ya."

Bastien's shoulders sagged. "Thanks, anyway..." Pulling out his wallet, he handed the little man a hundred dollar bill.

Bubba's eyes widened. "But—"

"For the trouble," Bastien said as he turned back towards the door.

"Wait!"

Bastien paused and looked back.

"How 'bout Ah give youse a lil' somethin' for the road, huh?" offered Bubba, scuttling back behind the counter.

"Thanks, but—"

"On da house!" declared Bubba, foisting a surprisingly heavy paper box into Bastien's hands before he could protest further and shoving him out onto the street.

Bastien shook his head. Stranger than fiction, that man...

But the story was not over yet, unfortunately.

"Bruno! Progress report!"

"Rico and Dimitriou are still tracking Paris' signal. They should be—"

"Call them off," Bastien huffed. "Leo seems to have deliberately dumped both devices to send us on a wild goose chase across the city... again."

"So... what's the plan now, sir?"

"To wait for them at the rendezvous point. And pray they turn up..."

Otherwise Constantine would be chopping him up to make gumbo!

#mardi gras mayhem #bastien #the royal romacec #trr fanfic #new orleans #choices fic writers creations #cfwc fics of the week

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orlesianhennin · 2 months ago

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I really feel like so many people who hate Vivienne for being power hungry do not fully grasp and appreciate the desperation that Vivienne feels because she conceals it so well… as little content as she got, she honestly is expertly written and presented and it’s why it disappoints me so much when people hate her for surface level reasons… her writer deserves so much more appreciation.

I think it is subtle because she hides it and you really have to care about the character to seek out these threads and understand her motivations… she is in danger of total irrelevance, being cast aside by society (and history), and she is forced to ride the coattails of some upstart organization because all of the institutions she is invested in have either totally failed her or cast her aside.

She is clearly a prideful person who does not readily admit this… but her true talent is how clearly she can evaluate this and understand her own position. She suffers no delusions. She knows the Circle’s standing in society is diminished to nothing if it doesn’t house and account for the majority of mages, and she is left with just meek Chantry loyalists and sycophants who are lost without her guiding hand, as even otherwise pro-Circle mages with any sense have abandoned ship and left both rebels and loyalists at this point to see where the chips fall (Ellandra) - and the Chantry itself has been all but decimated in terms of military and political power. The one lifeline she has is the Imperial Court, and the fickle nobility have moved on from her - the mages are now a threat that she cannot control or offer any meaningful opposition to, and Celene’s favor has turned to Morrigan, and Vivienne does not know if she will ever have it again. She knows Bastien is dying, and that all that she has left at court will be those who hold kind feelings towards her such as his family, and that is a position she can never accept - being at the mercy of others.

We meet Vivienne, this impressive, powerful mage, who has made a life for herself by maneuvering brilliantly, all to improve her own standing, at a point where she is in danger of losing everything she has. And she doesn’t let on, at least not explicitly, but she joins the Inquisition out of desperation - it’s obvious she sees it as an opportunity, but the gravity of the situation for her isn’t clear from the start. She refuses to lay down and fade away. Vivienne would never had joined this fledgling upstart organization if she was in a better position at Court or there wasn’t a vacuum of power. She is very close to having nothing left, and starting over - and so she does. Before the rug can be pulled from under her, she gets out and sets off for herself again.

Vivienne, often accused of pride, privilege, and self importance, comes to the Inquisitor out of pure humility. She knows she is reduced. And her gamble ultimately pays off, and the Inquisition becomes the political juggernaut that it does, and she becomes more powerful and important than ever just by association. And I like to think, especially with an Inquisitor who respects and befriends her, that she plays no small part in shaping the organization.

I think this is also why, potentially, she plays it so cool at the Winter Palace. She doesn’t get involved… she doesn’t need to. Simply being present is a statement to the court, and she truly doesn’t care about who wins; it’s not just the Game, it’s personal, despite what she claims. That they cast her aside, and now they are interested again… not necessarily in her, but still, she sees the paradigm shifting again. She is now a part of the organization who gets to change Orlais, and favor with the Inquisition is quickly becoming just as important as favor with Celene.

The whole arc is a subtle one as she really doesn’t get much attention, but if you pay close attention, it shows how expertly Vivienne plays politics. We already know she came from nothing and maneuvered into a powerful position. But I think not everyone realizes she is nearly back to nothing when we first meet her… and through the course of the game’s events, by allying with the right people, she plays the game well enough to become an advisor to the most influential person in southern Thedas… and potentially even Divine. But her initial plea to the Inquisitor, for all the great lengths she goes to keep up the appearance of strength and invulnerability, comes from a place of utter desperation.

#maybe others also GET this but I feel like ppl who are critical of her… do not?#vivienne #vivienne de fer #dragon age #dai

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choicesficwriterscreations · 1 year ago

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Sunday SIx #1

WIP Wednesday 5.24.23

Hi, tumblrs! It’s still Wednesday where I am, and I have two WIPs to share. It’s two new ideas that somehow cut the line and demanded I write something out.

One was supposed to be my submission for #WorldWhiskeyDay, although it may be better suited for Halloween; not Fingers … I had the idea, but no cohesive thoughts have made an appearance yet. Although knowing me, this will probably post Halloween 2024.

The other is yet another take on the Applewood scandal. This is what, my third or fourth one?

And just to put us all on the same page and keep my brain on track, top priorities during writing time over the holiday weekend are: NYC AU, Waiting Room, and these two stories. The MC lunch ask is still floating around in my head as well and thoughts on a companion piece to Cocktail.

Anyways, excerpts are below the cut. As usual, everything is in a rough draft and final, published version may differ. Hope you like it!

Keep reading

#the royal romance #the beaumonts #the walkers #tariq keriakos #bastien lykel #cfwc sunday six #choices fanfiction #playchoices fanfic #choices fic writers creations

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anchoragehq · 2 months ago

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BAD LUCK NEVER LOST A RACE .

INFORMATION FOR TAG LURKERS / PROSPECTIVE MEMBERS :

our goal is to involve new people in the group as much as possible. there are many open & wanted spaces, especially for roles. at the moment, we are searching for :

MEMBERS OF THE ORDER OF THE SCARLET NIGHTMARE, specifically the recruiter & job positions filled for the single carrot theater

for every new member that joins, you will have the opportunity to be included in the follow-up to this plot drop. this means every new member will have a role in the plot drop.

HOW SELECTION WORKS :

generally, we have written the plot drop & its injuries / transpirations with what we’ve come to know about the muse(s) who were randomly selected in mind & their previous threads. however, if we ever dictate an action that you deem ill-fitting of your muse, you can ignore it entirely or ask for an amendment you deem most fitting. we want this to be fun & what we write is only meant to be the starting point.

our selection was entirely random for part of the plot drop, but some muses were determined through hand-picked selections. we always use a random team generator to determine who will receive injuries or starter lottery. we have over seventy muses & bars in place to keep some from being picked too many times consecutively.

major injuries & death, if any, are hand-selected on the basis of the butterfly effect this time, per our notes about the plot progressions, individual & group-centric, of muses. we keep track of these as much as we can & take note of anything significant that could be utilized.

our major plot points this time were hand-selected based on prior plot progressions or discussions. writers selected for major plot points will sit out for the plot drop call for our halloween special.

for fairness, any one muse who has been selected at random three times for a plot drop in a row will sit out the next random selection. there are no triple crown muses at this time.

THE GUIDELINES FOR MEMBERS & THREADS :

the first open starter will be our icebreaker. after that, please abide the starter rule ! please only post open starters that pertain to the plot drop at this time & follow the in-game dates provided below !

you may still post exclusives outside of the realm of the plot drop and/or continue older threads.

we ask you refrain from controlling the NPCs themselves other than what is established.

there’s many possibilities for starters, as those not grouped together or selected can be reacting to these events around town. if you need suggestions, feel free to DM us or ask.

OOC THIS EVENT WILL LAST : until wednesday, october 2nd. after this date, please refrain from more starters pertaining to the plot drop — but of course the plot drop itself will hold affect on all muses exploring the aftermath & moving forward.

a follow-up will be posted regarding all plot drop transpirations a few days after the plot drop ends.

THE IN-GAME DATE IS : september 26th to october 1st. if corresponding to a specific event, we've provided the explicit date it occurred. if unspecified, please select your own.

BEWARE THE FOLLOWING ... body horror tw.

AUTUMN IS IN THE AIR IN ANCHORAGE — as is the consistent fog rolling in from the harbor to cloak the docks and the streets in hours undisturbed by heavy foot traffic. the solemnity has disturbed archaic spirits, if you believe in the supernatural. you know what they say about WALKING UNDER LADDERS. whether or not superstition is to be believed, it came true & caught up to one unlucky customer in criminal records one september midday. as fingers explored the spines of vinyl during a flash sale, a ladder descends from the storage loft above & begins a relentless assault on emmeline hall. witness to the horror was haerin mae-nava'i, min kim & kyo ha-sun, but they were unable to reel it in on their own. a surgeon, bastien moreau, on the scene was able to identify the fallen counselor as suffering a mild spinal compression fracture ... oh, & you remember what your mother said about STEPPING ON CRACKS IN THE SIDEWALK, right ?? THE FUNK OF FORTY-THOUSAND YEARS HAS BEEN SLOWLY SEEPING FROM THE SEWERS outside of single carrot theatre. the city council has been turning a blind eye to the town's burgeoning sewer system problem. each year, the steady rains of autumn begin to fill up the grates. during an intermission of the opening night for casanova on september 27th, a lone actress ventures for a quick breath of fresh air. careless, angelique jackson perches over the noxious sewer grate. without warning, a blood-curdling scream cuts through the air. she realizes that the vibrato is beneath the soles of her feet & as she bends down to inspect it, a FACE emerges from the water near to its surface & wraps ghastly fingers around the grate. before the eyes of the theatre's star attraction, the face morphs from adisorn tayen's to that of monique jackson, the virago letting out a wail, "HELP ME !!!" in a fit of panic, angelique shoves the head of her twin underneath the water until the spasming & contorting of limbs stops. bubbles froth to the surface, & when she dares to look again, whatever it was has disappeared. i guess she crossed A BLACK CAT IN THE ROAD RECENTLY. A MYSTERIOUS FELINE FORGED OF CHARCOAL & INK SPILLS perches in mei ruan's lap as they reside over the closing discussion of september's book club, two days later. rain pounds against the windows, begging for a front row seat as they all ( blue nataphon maes, bryn ravencroft, freya chen & sky chun ) turn their pages to the author's note in the thriller novel. the words have been scribbled over in a crude red. it smells like corn syrup & it's still wet ... each book has the same word : DUCK, DUCK, DUCK, DUCK, DUCK ... a folded-up slip of paper from the front cover of thriller novella order of death slips its way to taeyoung yoon's side of the table at joker's casino, taped to the face of a joker card. AJAX, HOW ABOUT A LITTLE GRUNT WORK TO GET YOU BACK IN THE GROOVE ? RELEASE ALL THE ANIMALS FROM THE HAPPIEST PLACE ON EARTH … - SCARLET. on the first evening of october, happy villagers vet clinic is silent except for the distant symphony of restless patients. eliana moschetti is working alone at three in the morning to finish a slew of important paperwork when she hears unidentified objects clattering to the floor ... initially, she thinks it is one of the mannequin models tipping over. as she opens the door to the backroom, the cacophony reaches a fugue as the cats & dogs & miscellaneous small animals erupt from their cubbies, rampaging through the building. knocked over, she sustains minor scratches & fights to get back on her feet. amidst collecting supplies in futile effort to contain the runaway animals, a scalpel pierces through the palm of her hand. vet technicians were befuddled when the offending scalpel in question had disappeared the next morning ...

#anchorpd #body horror tw

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chuchuminn · 5 months ago

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Hi hi! So can I ask you about a fairy! Aruji-sama with any butlers of the floor you choose. I know that another Akuneko writer has written something like this but I would like to see your take on it. ( if you don't want to you can always choose another supernatural creature or ignore it)

Besides, loving your work<3

fairy!au master !! something ive never thought about before, but ill try to do it well (also since personality and type of fairy werent rlly said, i picked out a gentle and loving nature fairy !! very cliche... and also 1st floor butlerz) and thank you so much for liking my work!! its always fun to do these, so im glad you like it :3

FAIRY

FIRST FLOOR

Berrien Cliane

☆~ he likes giving you tea, and goes out on nature walks with you everyday. your gentle and loving nature warms his little heart, and it just makes him want to protect you even more from bad people and angels as your servant.

☆~ the fact that you were a fairy (which the world knew existed) stunned him at first, but he decided to research you along researching the angels in his room. no hurting you though !! he makes extra sure not to.

☆"Master, would you also like to have a walk outside today? Let's have a picnic together this time, since I received some tea snacks from Lono."☆

Lono Fontaine

☆~ very interested in a fairy's diet, always asks you about what food you like and stuff similar to that!!

☆~ you help him forage for things like mushrooms and other fruits and vegetables in the forest, and also boost their growth for faster harvest (as a nature fairy its kinda a skill)

☆~ your personality helps him calm down when he's frustrated about stuff.. (ehem bastien)

☆"Master, what kind of stuff do you eat? Y'know, since you're a fairy and stuff, I've been curious about what you would eat and stuff you won't."

Bastien Kelly

☆~ you take care of him and throw on a little blanket and use some tiny magic to help this guy sleep well. he sleeps in the most unimaginable places, and it drives you crazy !!!

☆~ brings you cats because he wants you to see them and also because you love animals and stuff like every single animal loves you (aurora moment)

☆~ carved you a lot of wooden animals for fun

☆"Master, you found me earlier.. You didn't need to take care of me, I'm fine with staying like this. But thank you, Master."

done with another request!! ive been really bored lately haha... (im dying)

#akuneko #devil butler with black cat #request

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angelasscribbles · 1 year ago

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One Night in Cordonia Chapter 9: Aftermath

Series: One Night in Cordonia, a @choicesprompts Round Robin Event.

Fandom: TRR with a little OH

Pairings: So many lol. Let's see,,, while Leo and Madeleine are about to be engaged that didn't stop Mads from being with Anton or trying to get with Liam. It also didn't stop Leo from fantasizing about Adelaide. Meanwhile we saw Bastien x Claudius, Bertrand x Drake, Olivia x Max, Olivia x Tobias, and in perhaps the only 'normal' pairing, Liam x Riley.

Word Count: 1,483

Rating: MA

Warnings: lots of mentions of sex

A/N: Thanks to @harleybeaumont for bouncing a couple of ideas with me.

This is the final "wrap-up" chapter. Thanks to the writers that participated in this little endeavor and thanks to all the readers that joined us on the journey! It's been fun and there will be more round robins in the future.

While this concludes our main series, I am hoping for the following one-shots:

Leo x Adelaide @karahalloway

Olivia x Max @alj4890

Olivia x Tobias @jerzwriter

I myself am thinking about doing a little follow-up with Liam x Riley to explore her backstory in this universe (American model, here during Leo's season, with a press secretary, how did that happen?)

Leo and Liam circulated through the crowd gathered on the front lawn of the Beaumont estate, handing out bottles of water and answering questions as vaguely as possible.

Bertrand stood in a small group asking questions and piecing together what had transpired the night before. The last thing he needed was another damn scandal. It was bad enough that Anna De Luca had published that story speculating that they were broke, all because Maxwell had freaked out over a canceled credit card.

Bertrand had canceled the card to teach his spendthrift brother a lesson, but after years of yelling at him that his extravagant habits were going to break them, Maxwell had assumed that was exactly what had happened. There had been a very public spectacle when his card had gotten declined at the Annual Cordonian Peafowl Convention.

And now his brother was being ridiculous trying to convince him that they possessed some kind of resistance to the shagging smog that had turned their party into an orgy. Preposterous!

“So, you and I and Liam and Leo are all immune!” Max told him.

“What do you mean immune?” He sneered, “That can’t be true!”

“Oh yes,” Constantine assured him, “Exposure makes you immune and that immunity gets passed down to your children! Your father and I attend this party one time…”

As Constantine prattled on, Bertrand’s eyes rose slowly, and reluctantly, to meet Drake’s expressionless gaze. He blanched and stumbled backward knocking over one of the tables full of water bottles.

“…oh, now that I think of it, that was the summer after you were born!” Constantine slapped him on the back with a chuckle, “Never mind! Guess you weren’t immune after all.”

“Oh, thank heavens!” Bertrand was so relieved that he didn’t even care he’d blurted that out loud.

“Well, if you’ll excuse me,” Constantine waved as he strode away, “I really have to be getting back to the palace now.”

“Sir, excuse me,” Maxwell chased after the king as he made his way toward his motorcade.

“Yes, son?”

“About the bash…”

“What about it?”

“Leo said you were going to ban them in the future, but since this wasn’t our fault…I mean…it was an attack and not anything that we did so-“

“Calm down boy!” Constantine guffawed, “I suppose, considering the circumstances, there’s no harm in continuing the bashes, just up the security next time!”

“Yes, sir!” Max almost passed out from relief, “We will, sir!”

Madeline sat in one of the lounge chairs that had been scattered around the lawn, examining her nails studiously as she considered the night before. Justin may have turned out to be a terrorist hell-bent on overthrowing the monarchy, but boy could he shag! Too bad Liam had refused her advances, she’d likely never get another chance at him. For one, she was about to be his sister-in-law, and for two, he seemed quite taken with that American strumpet, Riley Brooks. Dismissing that train of thought, her mind wandered back to Justin, or Anton, or whatever his name was, she wondered if the palace allowed conjugal visits.

Penelope barely remembered her actions, she had already been piss drunk before the shagging smog after all. Still, her question remained. How would they know that they weren’t lesbians unless they tried? She watched Kiara from across the lawn, wondering how to get her best friend to reconsider their relationship.

Oliva yawned as she watched the Cordonian upper crust freaking out about their night of lost inhibitions.

Amateurs.

What on earth was wrong with indulging your kinks now and then? Prudes, the lot of them.

Before the attack had happened, she had been about to sneak away with Trystan Thorne, the exiled prince of Drakovia for a little slap and tickle when Jin had appeared demanding to know what she was doing. Not him. She had trussed him up and indulged his little cock and ball torture kink one damn time and now she couldn’t get rid of him.

Thankfully he had already been escorted from the premises. As a former spy for the Auvernese government, he’d been taken in for questioning.

Her eyes lifted to take in Maxwell Beaumont giving her a surreptitious once over. She hated herself a little for the shiver of desire that ran through her. Looking away she decided that she would deal with the younger Lord Beaumont issue later. Right now she had a hot doctor waiting to be tied up.

She quietly slipped away from the group and headed for the armory.

Several days later….

“We have the men responsible in custody, sir,” the young guardsman told him, “Except one, we’re not sure how he escaped.”

“Thank you, Lieutenant,” Bastien Lykel turned toward the window overlooking the Beaumont’s vineyards, “Call off the search. We should be able to get what we need out of the prisoners currently in the palace cells. We have their leader, Anton Severus. We don’t need the escapee.”

“Sir?”

“You’re dismissed, Lieutenant!”

The young officer scurried out of the room that Bastien had turned into a makeshift office as they continued to comb the crime scene for clues.

Not that he needed any. He knew who was behind the attack. And he knew exactly how Claudius had escaped.

The two men stood in the cool night air on the same hill that Claudius had stood on just two nights earlier as he had received his orders from Anton.

Claudius eyed him with deep suspicion, “Why are you letting me go? What’s in it for you?”

“There’s nothing in it for me, other than knowing you’ll be safe from the death sentence this way.”

“Why do you care?”

Bastien grunted, “How can you ask me that? For the sake of what we once were to each other-“

“If you gave a shit about me, you wouldn’t have left the Sons of the Earth! You wouldn’t have joined the enemy!”

“Corondia is not your enemy, and the Sons of the Earth are misguided. Anton Severus is an egomaniac and a narcissist! I joined the King’s Guard to protect my country from people exactly like him!”

“People like me?”

Bastien stepped forward, taking the other man’s head in his hands as he stared into his eyes, “You’re nothing like him! And it’s not too late for you! No one knows you’re affiliated with the Sons! You could leave! You can still live a worthwhile life!”

Claudius knocked the other man’s hands away with a shake of his head, “I don’t believe you, and I don’t forgive you for leaving. This changes nothing!”

He had come for revenge, but he was leaving with renewed angst over his lost love. He gave Bastien one last desperate look before turning and melting into the night.

Every member of the Sons of the Earth that had fallen victim to the shagging smog would be tried and convicted of attempted murder, treason, and actual murder.

On the other side of Cordonia, the Cult of Dionysus had succumbed to the experimental gas that had been meant for the nobility. Their deaths would secure the maximum sentence for the collaborators.

Before he fled into the night, Claudius had willingly given up the distributor of the gas as revenge for giving them the wrong product.

With Anton in custody, Claudius was now the leader of the Sons of the Earth.

He wasn’t sure he was ready. His devotion to the cause wasn’t as strong as it used to be. He’d been focused for so many years on exacting his vengeance on Bastien Lykel for leaving the movement, and him. But after their night of passion, he was no longer sure that he could execute any plan that might hurt his former lover.

Teagan had already abandoned the group citing gross incompetence and mediocre leadership.

When he finally made it back to headquarters, he realized he was working with a third of the original group. One-third were sitting in the palace cells and one-third had walked away along with Teagan.

He was left with green recruits and men that should have retired years ago.

With mixed feelings, he sent them all home, telling them to disperse, lay low and wait to be recalled at some nebulous point in the future.

The Sons of the Earth was officially disbanded. Taken out by a video gamer and fucking shagging smog.

Claudius poured himself a generous helping of Anton’s best whiskey and settled into the plush leather executive chair in Anton’s office. He stared out the window as he wondered what he was supposed to do with his life now.

He pulled out his phone and typed Bastien’s name into Google then zoomed in on a photo of him at the last King’s Guard’s Annual Awards Banquet, looking handsome and distinguished in a well-fitting suit.

His fingers traced over his former lover’s face on the screen as he contemplated his next move.

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thatfunkylilfey · 2 months ago

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✦ Random Headcanon Generator Tag ✦

— tagged by @author-a-holmes (x)

rules: use this headcanon generator to make headcanons for your OCs ; then talk about how accurate they are

trigger / content warning(s): N/A

note: this is non-exhaustive. i have far too many OCs, but these are the most prominent ones for the wip i am currently working on

✦ Aeramis ;

— Aeramis can kill you in an instant if deserved.

True. I mean, their entire story revolves around getting revenge. This one might be the most accurate, if we're being honest.

✦ Bastien ;

— Bastien sucks at saying tongue twisters.

Probably true. Bastien isn't entirely used to the common tongue. It's taken him the past few years to become as fluent as he is. But a tongue twister? Yeah, that'll trip him up.

✦ Jaxon ;

— If someone [he] knew committed a crime, Jaxon would cover for them.

True. He is traveling with Aeramis, after all. My boy isn't a snitch.

✦ Ellery ;

— Ellery forgets to eat sometimes.

True. Being an accomplished arcanist with a ravenous thirst for knowledge lends itself to having time blindness. It's not that she does it intentionally, but Ellery gets wrapped up in her research that she doesn't notice how much time has passed.

✦ Ryder ;

— Ryder will remind others in the midst of chaos how good [he's] being.

TRUE. Quite literally how book ii. of The Serpent & The Fey trilogy starts. When he's around, Ryder becomes Dad Of The Group.

✦ Kitt ;

— If Kitt likes someone, [he] will give them a pretty rock.

Partially true. An engagement ring tends to come with a type of rock, and he did try once. Not that it panned out well.

✦ Sophie ;

— Sophie is awful with kids.

False. She's actually rather good and adores them, but she believes wholeheartedly she would be a terrible mother. She's grown up with strict expectations her whole life all by being heir to her family's legacy and lineage. She fears what that would do to her own children.

✦ Wilde ;

— Wilde has a diary that [he] writes in with a glittery gel pen.

Partially true. Only when he's writing entries about Ryder.

✦ open tag + tagging ✦

— @araavib ; @fairytaleinagem ; @viscerawrites ; @thelonelywiz

as always, no pressure to participate

#headcanon generator tag #headcanon tag #open tag #writeblr tag games #headcanons #the serpent + the fey #writeblr #writing community #fantasy #writers of tumblr #aeramis #bastien #jaxon #ellery #ryder #kitt #sophie #wilde

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What we don't talk about in the KE fandom.

Easily one of the best deconstructions of the repulsive way Killing Eve destroyed the four seasons of goodwill it built up was written by Vulture essayist Angelica Jade-Bastien's "Killing Eve Chose Cruelty". In four words, Jade-Bastien captured why weeks after the last gruesome minutes of the show flickered away from the eyes of horrified viewers it continues to burn and sear into their minds.

The fourth installment to the series, but particularly its last two episodes, demonstrates how far the show has fallen from the dizzying heights of its premiere. Gone is the delicious fashion pivoting on moments of transformation in the manner of fairy tales. Gone is the supremely precise characterization, replaced with a confused internal logic that jockeys the characters according to the needs of its threadbare espionage plotting. Gone is the spry presentation, achieved through blocking, editing, and costume and production design. But most important, gone is the tense cat-and-mouse game between Villanelle (Comer) and Eve (Oh) that acted as the engine. Killing Eve is a study in how jumping from different showrunners each season can leave a series without a profound singular voice — and it is evidence that a shallow understanding of representation and the female gaze isn’t enough to create a memorably good, cohesive story that gives a damn about the women onscreen. It amounted to a finale that gave once perpetually ravenous viewers a paltry version of what they wanted before snatching even that away.

Read the entire essay and it makes you feel better about the nonsensical trash Laura Neal dreamed up one night over too much cheap beer. Jade-Bastien brings up the one problem that predates Neal and the KE fandom hasn't talked about nearly enough.

This is a topic that many in Killing Eve's non-White fandom are well aware of, yet many of their White peers are oblivious to. Racism? In my favorite show? How could that be? Real easy.

The obvious and overt racism of Donald Trump or Kanye West is in your face and it can't be easily ignored. The soft, but pernicious bigotry practiced by the KE writers' room was manifested by keeping Eve an enigma from beginning to end. She was never given a family or life outside of her job, marriage, and the obsession with Villanelle that cost her everything. It's an irritation to know less about Eve than we do about Gemma, Geraldine, or Pam, but that's where we are. Eve was an enigma because she was never written to be anything else. A decision was made by someone to ensure nothing more than the bare minimum would ever be known about Eve. She was given a name and the bare bones of a backstory, and that's all.

For many in the KE fandom the Villanelle solo episode is their absolute favorite. It's one of my least favorites because it made erasing Eve official as Villanelle forgets all about her and so much so in "End of Game" even her name isn't uttered.

KONSTANTIN: I don't think you really want this.

VILLANELLE: I want it!

KONSTANTIN: You know what it means? It means you have to leave everything, the clothes, apartment… and her.

VILLANELLE: I know.

"...and her." "Her" has a name and it is Eve, but to Heathcote that wasn't important. That was a disservice to Sandra Oh, the actress who brought Eve Polastri to life even though she was not allowed to be more than a one-dimensional cut-out of a character. Remember Oh was one of the two stars of the show. This was one of those rare occasions where the titular lead character gets less fleshed out than multiple supporting ones.

That's not accidental. It was deliberate and it robbed Eve of her agency and autonomy. She really was little more than "an Asian woman with amazing hair." Eve was the lone woman of color constantly reacting in a world of Whiteness. Phoebe Waller-Bridge boldly chose to be colorblind in casting Sandra Oh as the very British and very White Eve Polastri and deserves all the credit in the world for it. Unfortunately, when she left she didn't leave any instructions to her successors on what to do with Eve, so they all chose to do nothing. After the show ended some sought to scapegoat Sandra Oh for the lousy last season stating as an executive producer she must have approved the direction the show went when Suzanne Heathcote and Laura Neal became the lead writers. Nobody knows how much input Oh had into the writer's room, but if she did that means she went along with a noticeable drop in screen time and the complete absence of a backstory for Eve. It's hard to believe any actor would deliberately reduce their own role in just the third season of a show, but that's exactly what some KE fans believe Oh did. They're the same ones who say Villanelle needed a stand-alone episode to explore her history, but have no issue with Eve being devoid of a past. This isn't racism in the Killing Eve fandom. Most of the fans don't show up that way. What they do instead is fail to notice how little Eve there frequently is in Killing Eve. It's not necessarily racism, which is bad, but it is erasure, which isn't good.

#killing eve #eve polastri #killing eve analysis #where is eve?#yeah that happened #sandra oh #villanelle #phoebe waller bridge #suzanne heathcote #emerald fennell #laura neal #new york magazine #ke s4 #supporting characters #i don't want to call it racism #but it’s there #sandra oh is my eve polastri

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based on: The White Crane Institute's 'Gay Wisdom', Gay Birthdays, Gay For Today, Famous GLBT, glbt-Gay Encylopedia, Today in Gay History, Wikipedia, and more … November 1

1848 – Jules Bastien-Lepage (d.1884), was a French naturalist painter born on this date in the village of Damvillers, Meuse, and spent his childhood there.

Bastien's father grew grapes in a vineyard to support the family. Bastien took an early liking to drawing, and his parents fostered his creativity by buying prints of paintings for him to copy.

Bastien-Lepage's first teacher was his father, himself an artist. His first formal training was at Verdun, and prompted by a love of art he went to Paris in 1867, where he was admitted to the Ecole des Beaux arts.

He was awarded first place for drawing but spent most of his time working alone, only occasionally appearing in class. Nevertheless, he completed three years at the école.In 1874 he made his mark with his Song of Spring, a study of rural life, representing a peasant girl sitting on a knoll looking down on a village. His Portrait of my Grandfather, exhibited in the same year, was not less remarkable for its artless simplicity and received a third-class medal.

Between 1880 and 1883 he traveled in Italy and enjoyed his voyage very much. The artist, long ailing, had tried in vain to re-establish his health in Algiers. He died in Paris in 1884, when planning a new series of rural subjects. His friend, Prince Bojidar Karageorgevitch, was with him at the end and wrote,

"At last he was unable to work any more; and he died on the 10th of December, 1884, breathing his last in my arms. At his grave's head his mother and brother lovingly planted an apple-tree, which every spring showers down its wealth of pearly petals over the last resting-place of the great master whose loss we all mourn."

After his death, a special exhibition of more than 200 of his pictures was formed at the Ecole des Beaux-Arts. In 1889 some of his best work was shown at the Paris Exposition.

A museum is devoted to him at Montmedy. A statue of Bastien-Lepage by Rodin was erected in Damvillers. An obituary by Prince Bojidar Karageorgevitch, appeared in the Magazine of Art in 1890.

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1871 – Stephen Crane (d.1900) was an American author. Prolific throughout his short life, he wrote notable works in the Realist tradition as well as early examples of American Naturalism and Impressionism. He is recognized by modern critics as one of the most innovative writers of his generation.

The eighth surviving child of Methodist Protestant parents, Crane began writing at the age of four and had published several articles by the age of 16. Having little interest in university studies, he left school in 1891 to work as a reporter and writer. Crane's first novel was the 1893 Bowery tale Maggie: A Girl of the Streets, generally considered by critics to be the first work of American literary Naturalism. He won international acclaim in 1895 for his Civil War novel The Red Badge of Courage, which he wrote without any battle experience.

In 1896, Crane endured a highly publicized scandal after appearing as a witness in the trial of a suspected prostitute, an acquaintance named Dora Clark. Late that year he accepted an offer to travel to Cuba as a war correspondent. As he waited in Jacksonville, Florida, for passage, he met Cora Taylor, the madam of a brothel, with whom he began a lasting relationship. En route to Cuba, Crane's ship sank off the coast of Florida, leaving him and others adrift for several days in a dinghy. Crane described the ordeal in "The Open Boat". During the final years of his life, he covered conflicts in Greece and lived in England with Cora, where he befriended writers such as Joseph Conrad and H. G. Wells. Plagued by financial difficulties and ill health, Crane died of tuberculosis in a Black Forest sanatorium at the age of 28.

Obsessed with urban street life, Crane left behind an unpublished novel, Flowers of Asphalt, a realistic portrayal of a Gay male prostitute at the turn of the century. No one knows what became of the manuscript or who destroyed it. The reason why it disappeared is much more certain. The trial of Oscar Wilde, only five years before Crane's untimely death, drove the subject underground for more than a generation.

A 1951 film by the same name is seen as an allegory for a young Gay man's coming out, with the handsome (and usually shirtless) son getting ready to leave the house, despite the disapproving gaze of his mother and father. The film's title is taken from the name of a legendary lost manuscript by Crane, which dealt with the then-taboo subject of boy prostitution.

In 2007 Edmund White published the novel Hotel de Dream, based on the 40-page novella fragment about a boy prostitute as recalled in the memoirs of a Crane friend, James Gibbons Huneker.

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1896 – Captain Napier Sturt, 3rd Baron Alington was a British peer, the son of Humphrey Sturt, 2nd Baron Alington.

He was born in November 1896 in St. Marylebone district of London. He succeeded to the Barony on 30 July 1919 on the death of his father. He owned the Crichel House estate in Dorset.

He married Lady Mary Sibell Ashley-Cooper, daughter of Anthony Ashley-Cooper, 9th Earl of Shaftesbury, on 27 November 1928. They had one child: Hon. Mary Anna Sibell Elizabeth Sturt who later fought the Government and won, leading to the resignation of a Minister, in the Crichel Down Affair.

Alington may well be most notable for having dated Tallulah Bankhead in the 1920s. Alington was described as "well cultivated, bisexual, with sensuous, meaty lips, a distant, antic charm, a history of mysterious disappearances, and a streak of cruelty." His bisexuality was well known. He was a friend of the Polish composer Karol Szymanowski who dedicated his highly sensuous Songs of an infatuated Muezzin Op.42 to the handsome young Englishman, on their publication in 1922.

He had no male heir upon his death, so the title became extinct. The Crichel estate passed to his 11-year-old daughter Mary, who later married Commander (George) Toby Marten.

In the First World War, he was a Captain in the Royal Air Force. In the Second World War, he was commissioned on 2 July 1940 as an officer of the Royal Air Force Volunteer Reserve in the Administrative and Special Duties Branch and was posted to Cairo, possibly serving as a staff officer at HQ Middle East. He died on 16 September 1940 aged 43 in Cairo on active service of a short illness after pneumonia, and is buried in the New British Protestant Cemetery, Cairo, Egypt.

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1903 – Max Adrian (d.1973) was an Irish stage, film and television actor and singer. He was a founding member of both the Royal Shakespeare Company and the National Theatre.

In addition to his success as a character actor in classical drama, he was known for his work as a singer and comic actor in revue and musicals, and in one-man shows about George Bernard Shaw and Gilbert and Sullivan, and in cinema and television films, notably Ken Russell's Song of Summer as the ailing composer Delius. His voice and acting style were distinctive: The Times referred to his "Osric-like elaborations of manner", and his voice "like no other heard on the English stage of his day, vestigially Irish and harshly attractive."

Born in Ireland, Adrian began his career as a chorus boy at a silent moving-picture house, coming on as part of the chorus line while the reels were being changed. He made his stage debut in the chorus of Katja the Dancer in 1925. He then toured with Lady Be Good and The Blue Train. He made his West End debut in The Squall at the Globe Theatre in December 1927.

After working with Tod Slaughter's company at Peterborough, he joined the weekly rep in Northampton, where he took some forty roles a year.

Adrian first achieved wide public notice in a nine-month season at the Westminster Theatre from September 1938, as Pandarus in a modern dress Troilus and Cressida and Sir Ralph Bloomfield Bonnington in The Doctor's Dilemma., winning enthusiastic notices from the critics

Away from the classics, he played the Strawman in The Wizard of Oz at the Phoenix Theatre in 1943. In 1947, at the Lyric Theatre, Hammersmith, Adrian began performing in a series of revues (Tuppence Coloured, Oranges and Lemons, Penny Plain, Airs on a Shoestring, From Here to There, and Fresh Airs) in which he played more than 2,000 performances. The producer was Laurier Lister (1907-1986), who became Adrian's lifelong partner.

Adrian was one of the original members of Laurence Olivier's National Theatre Company at the Old Vic from 1963, and appeared as Polonius in the opening production of Hamlet, in which Peter O'Toole played the Prince.

Adrian died at age 69 from a heart attack, at his and Lister's home in Surrey, after returning from the television studios where he had been recording for the BBC.

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1936 – Nikos Diaman, who was born in San Francisco on this date (d.2020), was novelist and activist. He was an early member of the Gay Liberation Front, the Radical Faeries, the Billy Club, and other gay organizations.

He received a BA in 1958 from the University of Southern California with a major in humanities. He returned to San Francisco after graduation and was introduced to the local poetry scene by George Stanley. Diaman became part of the Jack Spicer circle in North Beach and joined Robert Duncan's poetry workshop at the San Francisco Public Library.

During the early 1970s, he was active in the Gay Liberation Front and the Gay Revolution Party. He wrote for Zygote magazine and Come Out! before co-founding Queer Blue Light, an independent video production group.

After moving back to San Francisco in the fall of 1972, he was the executive director of the Antares Foundation, which sponsored the San Francisco Gay Video Festival and published Paragraph: A Quarterly of Gay Fiction. Ed Dean Is Queer, his first novel, was published in 1978. Following My Heart: A Memoir, and The City, his seventh novel, were published in 2007.

In 2000, he launched a new career as a photo-based artist. His work is in private and corporate collections in Paris, Santa Fe, San Francisco and San Miguel de Allende. He lived in San Francisco but traveled regularly to San Miguel de Allende, Mexico and Athens, Greece as well as the Aegean islands of Ikaria and Samos, where his parents and grandparents were born.

Diaman died in 2020 in Athens, Greece, where he had gone to help his father. Mr. Diaman died of multiple organ failure after emergency surgery to repair a ruptured and likely cancerous tumor in his intestines.

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1937 – Dr. Tom Waddell (d.1987) was the gay American sportsman who founded the international sporting event called the Gay Games, which was named such after the United States Olympic Committee (USOC) sued Dr. Waddell for using the word "Olympic" in the original name "Gay Olympics". The Gay Games are held every four years. The first was in San Francisco in 1982.

Waddell was born Thomas Flubacher on November 1, 1937 in Paterson, New Jersey to a Catholic family. Aware of his homosexual feelings in high school, he excelled in athletics as a means to compensate for them. His parents separated while he was in his teens, and at the age of fifteen he went to live with Gene and Hazel Waddell, for whom he did chores; they adopted him six years later. The Waddells were former vaudeville acrobats and encouraged Tom to take up gymnastics.

In the summer of 1959, he worked at a children's camp in western Massachusetts, where he met his first lover, socialist Enge Menaker, then a 63-year-old man. The men remained close for the rest of Menaker's life, which ended in 1985 when he was ninety years old.

Tom was a football player and gymnast when he was in college at Springfield College, Massachusetts. He served as a military doctor afterward. He represented USA in decathlon at the 1968 Summer Olympics, in which he placed sixth.

In his medical career, he received his MD from Stanford University Medical School. During his life, Waddell had done research on viruses, as well as served the Saudi Royal family. This was followed by moving back to San Francisco where he established his private practice on 18th Street in the Castro neighborhood. He later was employed at a city clinic in the Civic Center area of San Francisco which to this day carries his name.

Waddell happened to attend a Bay Area gay bowling competition, which inspired him to consider organizing a gay sports event modeled on the Olympics. He took up the cause of the "Gay Olympics" by traveling across the country to drum up support. The first Gay Olympics was to take place in San Francisco in 1982 in the form of a sports competition and arts festival, but the U.S. Olympic Committee (U.S.O.C.) sued Waddell's organization over its use of the word "Olympic." Despite the fact that the U.S.O.C. had not previously protested when other groups had used the name, they alleged that allowing a "Gay Olympics" would injure them. They succeeded in securing an injunction just nineteen days before the first games were to begin. Nevertheless, the games, now re-christened the Gay Games, went forward and were a great success, perhaps because they emphasized sportsmanship, personal achievement, and inclusiveness to a far greater degree than the Olympics.

Waddell had a daughter in 1983, Jessica Waddell Lewinstein, with lesbian activist Sara Lewinstein, whom he had met while founding The Games. He died from AIDS in 1987. His battle against HIV/AIDS is one of the subjects of the award-winning documentary Common Threads: Stories from the Quilt.

Waddell wrote an autobiography titled Gay Olympian with sports writer Dick Schaap.

1960 – Tim Cook is an entrepreneur and the CEO of Apple, one of the world's most valuable companies. In 2011, Steve Jobs handpicked Cook as his successor.

Cook was born in Robertsdale, Alabama.

Before joining Apple, Cook managed manufacturing and distribution as director of North American fulfillment for IBM. He also served as chief operating officer at Intelligent Electronics and as as vice president of corporate materials at the Compaq Computer Corporation.

In 1997, Apple reported a loss of a billion dollars and was expected to declare bankruptcy. In 1998, Steve Jobs convinced Cook to accept the position of chief operating officer, despite Cook's reservations. Within a year, Apple reported a profit.

In 2011, Cook became Apple's CEO and a member of the board of directors. He is one of the highest-paid CEOs. He ranked No. 1 on Out magazine's "Power 50" list of the most influential LGBT people in the United States. Forbes magazine named him one of the "World's Most Powerful People."

Cook has kept his personal life private, but has appeared at the top of Out Magazines Power 50 List for 3 years in a row. The closest he had come to publicly acknowledging his homosexuality was in a 2014 speech:

"Since these early days, I have seen and have experienced many types of discrimination and all of them were rooted in the fear of people that were different than the majority."

But on October 30th 2014, two days before his 54th birthday, Cook announced in a interview with Bloomberg Businessweek:

"While I have never denied my sexuality, I haven’t publicly acknowledged it either, until now. So let me be clear: I’m proud to be gay, and I consider being gay among the greatest gifts God has given me."

He also challenged his home state of Alabama to ensure the rights of gay and transgender people.

1971 – The Body Politic begins publishing. The Body Politic was a Canadian monthly magazine, which was published from 1971 to 1987. It was one of Canada's first significant gay publications, and played a prominent role in the development of the LGBT community in Canada.

The magazine was first published on November 1, 1971 by an informal collective, operating out of the home of Glad Day Bookshop owner Jearld Moldenhauer. The collective was incorporated as Pink Triangle Press in 1975.

Writers associated with the magazine included Gerald Hannon, Stan Persky, John Greyson, David Rayside, Sue Golding, Richard Summerbell and Gary Kinsman.

The Body Politic was twice charged with publishing obscene material, in 1977 for Hannon's article "Men Loving Boys Loving Men", and in 1982 for "Lust with a Very Proper Stranger", an article on fisting. The magazine was acquitted in both trials. Materials seized by police in the Hannon trial were not returned to the magazine until 1985.

The magazine ceased publication in 1987, following PTP's launch of the tabloid Xtra! in 1984. In 2008, it was ranked as the 17th most influential magazine in Canadian publishing history by Masthead, the trade magazine of the Canadian magazine publishing industry.

The magazine also created the Canadian Lesbian and Gay Archives in 1973.

1972 – On this date "That Certain Summer," an ABC made-for-TV movie starring Hal Holbrook and Martin Sheen as lovers was broadcast nationwide. In the film a teenager must deal with his divorced father's homosexuality.

The made-for-tv movie was written by the Emmy-winning writing team of Richard Levinson and William Link (Columbo, Mannix). Hal Holbrook stars as a middle-aged divorced man, whose son played by Scott Jacoby cannot fathom the reason for his parents' split. During a summer visit to San Francisco, Jacoby meets his father's much-younger "best friend," played by Martin Sheen. Holbrook hedges, but finds he can no longer hold back the truth from his son: Sheen is Holbrook's male lover.

Originally telecast on November 1, 1972, That Certain Summer was the first TV film to take a mature and non-remonstrative approach to the subject of homosexuality.

1978 – Jeremy Glazer is an American actor. He is best known for his roles in the films Letters From Iwo Jima, Save Me, In The Clouds and Rust Creek. Glazer has balanced his performances in big-budget blockbusters and independent films, theatre and television shows such as Modern Family, Grey's Anatomy, Castle and Desperate Housewives.

Glazer was born and raised in Huntington Station, New York on Long Island. During his childhood summers he competed in many athletics at a sports camp in West Virginia. He attended Walt Whitman High School, South Huntington and was elected President of his class from sophomore to senior year, began performing in school theatre productions, competed in All County Chorus and played varsity tennis.

Glazer attended the University of Delaware, majoring in Mass Communications and minoring in Theatre. After learning the industry from interning at reputable talent agencies and production companies, he graduated from college with a bachelor's degree and moved to Los Angeles. He first worked as a production assistant at Paramount Pictures on such television shows as The Trouble With Normal, Spring Break Lawyer and Men, Women & Dogs. Glazer then jumped into acting.

Glazer was actor Chad Allen's on- and off-screen partner, both appearing in the film Save Me. In May 2009, when Allen accepted a GLAAD Media Award, he announced that he had met Glazer, his partner, exactly four years earlier. Jeremy Glazer and Chad Allen are no longer partners. They were together from 2005-2011.

1981 – Pierre Fitch, né Viverais, born in Cornwall, Ontario, is a Canadian gay pornography actor, formerly exclusive to Falcon Studios. Although Christian name is Pierre, he admitted that he loved the fashion line Abercrombie & Fitch and so took the surname. He is also an entrepreneur, who now works for himself as an actor and producer of video productions. He is currently performing as a DJ, presenting his own mixes through a number of night clubs in Canada, The United States and Latin America.

His online presence includes his private membership site that includes his almost daily updated blog. He has numerous fan-sites such as the 2008 launched Pierre Fitch Galleries.

Fitch was nominated for the 2006 Best Actor GayVN Award and, with Tom Judson (credited as Gus Mattox), for Best Sex Scene (Duo). He did not win either award, being beaten twice by Johnny Hazzard. Fitch has tattoos all over his body including his neck, chest, stomach, arms and legs.

Fitch is considered "versatile," though more often than not he is seen as the "bottom" (receiver) in scenes featuring anal intercourse. Fitch started off in the industry as a "twink" (younger looking boy), but has now fully grown into a more jock look.

He was previously in a relationship with Ralph Woods. They were reputedly married. In the fall of 2008, Fitch revealed that his marriage to Ralph Woods was never official or legal, but it was a marketing strategy.

1988 – Idan Matalon is an Israeli video blogger, journalist, video and audio producer, and business executive. Currently known as a columnist for the Israeli website mako, he is also vice president of marketing for the LGBT global social network Moovz.

After completing his military service, Matalon started video blogging around 2010, with Out Traveler later describing him as an "online lipsync star." As a model, online personality, or gay activist he has been featured by magazines such as NRG, À cause des garçons, Stubborn Magazine, Nexter, and MyGayTrip, who also hired him in 2012 to serve as the main face of their advertising. In April 2012 the publication Shalom Life named him no. 20 in their list of the Top 50 Hottest Jewish Men.

Idan Matalon was born in the city of Rishon LeZion, Israel. He spent his childhood at his parents' home in Gan Yavne, a town near the city of Ashdod. When he was sixteen he started lipsyncing to pop songs and posting the videos on YouTube, only to have his account closed for copyright issues. He joined the Israeli Defense Force in his teens, and after working in a number of positions, he moved to Tel Aviv in 2010.

As of 2012 he is a columnist on LGBT issues for mako, an online website operated by Keshet Broadcasting. In both text and video format he has covered topics such as HIV and World AIDS Day, gender norms, and the gay community in Tel Aviv. From 2013 on he has continued to video blog independently as well, and in late 2013 he produced a video expressing support for the gay community in Israel.

Openly gay since age nineteen, Matalon came out spontaneously to his parents while still in military service, meeting with support from both.

1999 –Buddy Handleson is an American actor, best known for playing Henry Dillon in Disney Teen sitcom Shake It Up, Wendell Bassett in Nickelodeon comedy series Wendell & Vinnie, and Newt on Bella and the Bulldogs, also on Nickelodeon.

On June 25, 2017, Handleson came out as gay through a caption on an Instagram photo depicting him in front of a pride flag. He wrote, "Over the past couple of years I've become more and more comfortable with my sexuality and I think I'm ready to share it with the world. I'm finally at a place in life where I can say 'I'm proud of who I am. I'm proud to be gay.'"

2008 – Pin-Ups, by Maurice Vellekoop, a coffee table book of gay erotic cartoon art, is first published.

Maurice Vellekoop (born 1964) is a Canadian artist and illustrator. His work has appeared in publications such as Drawn & Quarterly, Time, GQ, Vogue, Cosmopolitan and Wallpaper, as well as in the books ABC Book: A Homoerotic Primer, Sex Tips from a Dominatrix, Mensroom Reader and Vellevision.

Vellekoop attended the Ontario College of Art and Design from 1982 to 1986. He is openly gay.

His autobiographical I’m So Glad We Had This Time Together is a comic and compassionate late-bloomer’s coming-of-age story that deals with his fraught relationship with his staunchly Calvinist Dutch immigrant parents.

2013 – Audrey Gauthier was elected president of CUPE 4041, representing Air Transat flight attendants based in Montreal. She becomes the first openly transgender person elected president of a union local in Canada.

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