#colette + april

[lostatseattle]

colette + april →  @sgmwesters​

was colette directly responsible for the vehicle that crashed into the ambulance? no. had she personally chosen april to be in the ambulance? also no. but had she managed to weasel her way out of being the person there with her just because she wasn’t prepared to face any reminder of her family just yet. of course that would mean april would get caught in a near-fatal accident, thus almost proving the widespread theory that she was in league with the devil himself. 

regardless, it was enough to feel some guilt about her avoidance. she didn’t even know the girl. the last time she’d seen april, she’d just been an annoying kid. although the kepner’s were close - colette was really hanging onto the hope that she remembered her. for all she knew, her parents had stopped talking about her altogether. she might as well not exist. now was as good a time to find out as any. she would hide her personal curiosities under the guise of politeness. with soup. 

“hi,” she greeted, uncharacteristically soft. “how are you feeling?”

[frayed-symphony]

[oliversrarebooks]

Jameson's Dress

Masterlist

some of you asked for force-fem Jameson so here ya go

tw: forced feminization, mind control, dehumanization, captivity, restraints, anger issues, human auction

April 1860

The days and nights in captivity had done nothing to quell Jameson's rage. He had nothing to do in this damned cage but stew about every way he'd been wronged, all the bastards who'd swindled him -- especially his rotten partner, who'd stolen the business out from under him before Jameson had had a chance to do the reverse. His impotent anger burned inside of him, and it took all of his restraint to not kick and punch at the iron bars and cement walls. More than once he'd flung his meals at passing vampires, valuing the chance to vent his emotions more than he valued eating. And more than once, he'd been drugged for his troubles, the monsters pinning him to the wall and forcing him to drink a nasty-tasting substance that made his mind slow and his limbs heavy.

The only saving grace was that he'd had plenty of time to think about how he'd all make them pay once he got out of here.

"What do you recommend for lot sixteen?"

"I've conditioned her as a domestic worker, so let's style her accordingly. I don't think she needs much embellishment. Her blood quality and docile nature speak for themselves."

Jameson looked out of his cell to see two vampire women making their way down the hall. One was Colette, the vampire who'd shown up in his office and captured him. The other was an older woman in a suit who carried herself with an air of authority -- Florence. She'd taken Jameson out of his cell the other day, and he'd…

He'd…

His mind swam with the effort of trying to remember what had happened. She must have drugged him again. It was the only explanation. By the time he'd woken up, he was back on his cot in the cell.

The vampires stopped at the cell next to his. "And this one's been erased," said Florence, "so I was planning to --"

Jameson stuck his arm out of the bars and snapped impatiently at them. "Let me out of this cell right now and maybe I won't pull down the full brunt of the law on you!"

That was a lie, of course. As soon as he was free of this place, he was calling the police and every lawyer he knew. Vampires or not, they'd go to prison like anyone else, and judging by their clothes, they had plenty of money that he'd get in damages. He'd turn this sordid situation to his advantage yet.

The two vampires shared a laugh as Jameson's rage threatened to boil over. If he weren't behind these bars, he'd slap the smiles right off their smug faces.

"Lot six," said Colette, approaching his cell. "I don't know why you didn't just have him erased. He's so disagreeable."

"Ah, but sometimes the disagreeable ones fall the hardest," said Florence.

"Do you bubble-headed idiots even know who I am?" he demanded, seething. "I could buy and sell you both a dozen times over, and --"

"Oh, we know exactly who you are," Colette interrupted. "That's why we knew no one would miss you when we took you."

"Besides, you're so much happier as a servile little plaything," said Florence. "Perhaps I can demonstrate for Colette."

"What the hell are you --"

"Just be a good boy for me."

The words hit Jameson like a sack of bricks. His mind reeled, thoughts clouding, as he struggled against the flood of foreign, unnatural calm invading him. "I'm not -- !"

"Good boy. Such a good boy."

His anger evaporated, replaced with a blissful feeling of docility, as his muscles relaxed and his shoulders slumped, eyes losing their focus.

Yes, he wanted to be a good boy.

"That's right," said Miss Florence, smiling, and he wanted nothing more than to please her. "It feels good to let go of all that anger. It feels good to know your place and to serve."

He nodded, slowly. He couldn't remember ever feeling so good. Maybe when he was a young child, before he understood how cruel the world was. "Yes, sir."

"Kneel."

He fell gently to his knees, arms clasped behind him and head bowed. He was a good boy. He wanted to serve.

She snapped her fingers. "Aware."

Jameson's chest clenched as the full force of his ire crashed back into him, bringing along with it a deeply unpleasant sense of humiliation as he realized he was kneeling before the goddamned vampires who were keeping him captive. "What are you doing to me? What --"

"Good boy," she said, and everything melted into submissive bliss as she pet his head. "You're a good boy, aren't you?"

The soft touch felt so nice, something he hadn't felt in so, so long. "I'm a good boy, sir," he said meekly.

Miss Colette's cackles rang off the cement walls. "Oh, now, that is a fun toy. I can see now why you let him be so disagreeable."

"He's much more agreeable now. Aren't you, boy?"

Something in him tugged. He didn't want to be agreeable. Being agreeable was for losers who let themselves be walked over.

But he was a good boy, and good boys were agreeable. Obedient. Docile. "Yes, sir."

Miss Colette took him by the chin, and he looked down deferentially. "It is a treat to see a nasty one like this get all the fight taken out of him."

"It's all the same with these angry men," said Miss Florence. "Their anger makes them so tired and easy to manipulate. All they need is a taste of submission, and they become like putty to mold into a model thrall."

In his daze, Jameson was having a hard time following the vampires' conversation, but it sounded like they were pleased with him.

"I think I'd like to take this thrall and prepare him myself," said Miss Florence. "Could you go prepare lots twelve and thirteen, and ask Frank to round up the erased in the blue room?"

"Yes, I'm on it."

Miss Colette walked away, and Miss Florence pulled a ring of keys from her apron pocket and unlocked Jameson's cell. "Be a good boy," she said, as she wrapped a leather collar around his neck, putting him on a leash. "Heel."

He did as he was told and followed a half-step behind her as they walked past the other cells, up a flight of stairs and into a dressing room, with a rack of ball gowns in one corner and a large vanity covered in cosmetics lining a wall. His compromised mind struggled to recall what this was about. He was at an auction house, he remembered, to be auctioned as a commodity, and he'd been rightfully upset about it, but…

Miss Florence walked him over to the rack of elaborate dresses. "Here you are, boy. You may choose your dress."

Some of his blissful calm evaporated. These were women's dresses -- they weren't something he could wear. This vampire was obviously trying to humiliate him.

"This is what a good boy wears for the auction," she said. "And you're a good boy, aren't you?"

Just like that, his thoughts were gone again. "Yes, sir." He didn't know anything about what sort of dress he should pick, so he simply grasped at one that seemed appealing. It was deep blue, the color of the sky at twilight, with black lace and a ruffled neck.

"Very good," she said, the praise making him swell. "Now we have to prepare you."

He was whisked into a large bathroom with a stainless steel tub, and Florence tsk'd as she looked into it. "Empty," she muttered to herself, pulling a braided cord hanging from the wall. "Now, be a good boy and remove your clothes."

The wave of calm obedience that washed through him removed any resistance he would have to this idea, and he mindlessly took off the shirt, pants, and socks that had been provided by the auction house at his processing. He'd been belligerent then, determined to fight the vampires off with everything he had, only to find himself drugged senseless and dragged into a cell anyway.

This way is so much easier, isn't it, said the echo of Miss Florence's voice in his mind. So much easier to accept and obey. So much more content without the anger in his heart, so much calmer with the fight stolen from him.

A few thralls entered the bathroom carrying basins of water to fill the bathtub, and Florence beckoned him to get in. It was bracingly cold, just as he usually liked his baths, but the shock brought his mind back to the surface for a moment. He was as naked as the day he was born in front of the vampire who'd ensorcelled and humiliated him --

"Quiet and docile for me," she said, scrubbing at him with a rag doused in floral-scented soap, scattering his resistance once more. He certainly didn't mind being washed clean of the accumulated grime of days in a prison cell.

Soon he was toweled off and sat in a chair while the vampire trimmed his hair neatly. It didn't take very much time, because he'd always kept it short and groomed. She shaved him with a straight razor, her practiced hand working swiftly and leaving no marks, as Jameson sat stock still in his hypnotic daze.

The next step was to guide him back into the dressing room and take his measurements with a tape, the vampire's aura sinking into him with every small movement and silently coercing him to be empty and blank. His eyelids drooped as his mind drifted. He should be irritated, a part of him knew, but it was impossible to keep from sinking into tranquility.

The tranquility remained as Florence helped him into women's undergarments, sized appropriately for him, but like nothing he'd ever worn. A part of him was trying to fight to the surface, but it was buried too deep under the compulsion to be quiet, be passive, obey the vampire. Everything was so much easier with his anger muffled, a distant roar.

The dress that he had chosen earlier was slipped over his head. Miss Florence took his hand and led him over to the vanity, where a wealth of frivolous beauty products lay spread out before him. She brushed his freshly trimmed hair and began to apply makeup to his face.

Makeup. He'd look like a clown. He'd look like a clown in front of so many vampires, while he was being sold…

Miss Florence hooked a gold chain around his neck. "You'll be utterly quiet and docile for the auction. Passive and serene. Obedient and gentle."

"Yes… sir…"

Her hands gently touched the side of his thick neck, the place where a vampire might drink. "You're meant for service. You'll be so content in service to your betters, won't you?"

It made sense. There was a natural pecking order to the world. He'd just mistakenly thought he was on top, when really, it had been the vampires all along. "Yes, sir, I'm content to serve."

"You know your place now."

"I know my place, sir."

"It's so much easier than fighting to be something you're not. You're not strong. You're not in control. You're not entitled to anything. You're a weak thing that only desires to serve."

It felt so true. If he were truly strong, like he imagined himself to be, he wouldn't be here. "Yes, sir, I desire to serve."

"Good boy."

She led him over to a mirror, and Jameson could hardly recognize himself, wearing a lacey ballgown and expertly done makeup. A stranger, or perhaps a version of him from a different time, where he was soft and feminine and everything else he hated, and was happier that way.

Miss Florence snapped near his ear. "Aware."

His half-lidded eyes flew open as he beheld what the goddamn vampires had done to him. She'd put him under a spell, forced him to wear this absolutely humiliating outfit, convinced him he was --

"Good boy."

Convinced him he was…

"You feel so much better this way."

He did. It was such an immense relief to sink back into tranquility, to forget what he'd been so angry about, his muscles loose and his mind dazed and sleepy. He meekly submitted to Miss Florence as she snapped a pair of jeweled handcuffs around his wrists, ready to be sold to his new master.

Masterlist

[circusclowne]

ideas for human names for ii contestants either in alternate universe or post-canon !!

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lightbulb - lottie

paintbrush - parker

fan - finn

test tube - tessa

yinyang - yinyang still ^.^

tissues - tristan

cherries - cerise

marshmallow - marsha

apple - april

baseball - bryce

nickel - nick(obv)

suitcase - casey

balloon - blaise

trophy - tanner 

microphone - michelle / mic

knife - keegan

soap - sophie

cheesy - charlie

lifering - levi

clover - colette

cabby - tabitha / tabby

bot - bot still ^.^

candle - camille

silver spoon - sydney

tea kettle - thea katy / tk

paper - paige

oj - jay

bomb - bowie

salt - sadie

pepper - paisley

pickle - pierce

bow - beau

taco - talia

[july13th2004]

(Screenshots taken from the in-game news section)

Colette and Mithos are each receiving a new magic mirror later this month/early next month!

Also, an interesting/fun fact about Colette's new magic mirror: I think it might be in celebration of Bread Day (パンの日), which was last Friday (April 12th)!

[idolsgf]

was tagged by @shivunin and @mythalism to do this, thanks sm!! <3

Rules: Make a poll of your favorite female characters (no limits - as many or as little as you want) and see which your followers like the most!

tagging: @ell-vellan @alvsanne @veilguards @n7viper @midnight-coffee94 @first-talon @ansburg and anyone else who would like to make a poll. as always, no pressure to join <3

[mitskinaturalbang]

Title: Gentle Wings for a Nervous Dog

Find artist here: @thestarsmakemedream-art

Find author here: @cowboylikecas 

Song: Cop Car

Posting date: April 24th

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Castiel/ Dean Winchester

Any archive tags: None

Main Tags: Alternative Universe- Canon Divergence, Divorce Arc, But they are friends with benefits to make things even more complicated, Case Fic of Sorts, Ghost Town, Angst with a Happy Ending, Mutual Pining, Gift giving as a love language, Hurt/Comfort,  Cain-Colette parallels but no one dies at the end I promise

Summary:

Dean has been a mess since Cas left the bunker but he's not ready to face him just yet. In an attempt to quiet his mind, he decides to work on a salt-n-burn case in what appears like the western town of his dreams. Turns out running away from your problems will often bring you closer than ever to them. 

Cas left the bunker two weeks ago and he's been avoiding Dean ever since, but that doesn't mean he can get him out of his mind. So when he hears about this ghost town in the news he can't help but think about their time in Dodge City just before everything went wrong. The last thing he expects when he decides to investigate is to cross paths with Dean.

The town is not what it seems and it has lured them in, so they will have to work together to figure a way out (and try to figure themselves out in the process).

Find artist here: https://www.tumblr.com/thestarsmakemedream-art

Find author here: https://www.tumblr.com/cowboylikesawyer

[christinescupofcoffee]

DAY 3 — Creatures — What animals/beings/entities exist in your wip? Are they more lore or plot related? Do any have a special connection to the human/mortal characters?

Quarter After Twelve

Andy befriends a Frenchie, a Bedlington terrier, a Skye terrier, a cocker spaniel, and a Newfoundland, and he protects them all with his life.

Jeremy and Zero have Dachshunds. Spanakopita has a Rottweiler.

Tina talks about wanting a horse, and that she’s loved horses since she was a girl.

Allison befriends a Yorkshire terrier and names her Frida after Frida Kahlo.

As the Seasons Grey series

Bats, birds, and all things that fly. It’s implied that it’s Chris watching over Christine from beyond the grave.

given the motif of water throughout, there’s also a few aquatic creatures in Christine’s dreams. It’s meant to symbolize deep, often sensual emotions rather than sadness, and also letting go and starting afresh.

A kind of blink-and-you-miss-it one with Nelly: her “feathery” blonde hair and her pointed false nails at Halloween. Plus her knowing everyone in the school.

there’s this odd equine theme throughout, and I didn’t realize it until recently, either: Marlene, Valentina, Sabrina, and Colette are collectively referred to as the Sundaes, a play on the Sundays, an English Mazzy Star-ish band most known for a really pretty cover of “Wild Horses” (chapter three of Dark Roots of Earth is also titled “Wild Horses”) plus you have one of the chapters being titled “A Horse with No Name” after the America song and Alex giving Christine a broach in the shape of a horse, too (Alex and Christine also make a joke about being “hung like a horse” at one point). Taken literally, horses symbolize strength and courage. Taken figuratively, it’s a metaphor for being high, as “horse” is slang for heroin.

Throughout the Dark Months of April and May

Ziggy the labradoodle. He keeps Richard company.

the farm animals on Jeremy’s farm: there’ll be a chapter where he points out that they know more about a person than humans do.

Midnight Oil

There will be those big draft horses/Clydesdales, given we’re in Germany and Central Europe.

CATS

The Skeleton Key

In the latest chapter, Alison tells Alex that she would love to see him on the back of a palomino. She also calls him a stallion.

The Confectioner’s Tale

Not so much actual animals, but Hannah makes cookies in the shape of bats, cats, dogs, rabbits, and unicorns, and introduces a Swiss roll with a jaguar pattern on the cake part.

Time is Coming

The witches, being witches, have familiars (cats, bats, ravens…)

There’s also a blackbird that haunts the shores of Lake Ontario and it gives Chuck an uneasy feeling. Helps that it’s inspired by the blackbird of Chernobyl.

[kingmakerpod]

Did Iyer, Winterlich & Co. miss each other terribly during the horrible prison months of April and May, 1911?

I mean, obviously Eisen and Telsie missed Colette and each other a whole hell of a lot. I think Colette did alright living with Mandel's cousin, though. (but she did miss her boys, very much, deep down...don't tell anyone)

[pixeldistractions]

At least he didn’t make it very high before he fell. 😂

To my approximately seven dear precious readers following this story: 1st: I LOVE YOU! ❤️

And 2nd: Boxes and Squares will return in April after a short hiatus. It’s spring break next week and I need to go have a little adventure of my own. Chapter book 4 (in a prologue and six parts 😵) is a small novella in itself, so I don’t want to break up the momentum by beginning it and then running off. But it will be ready to start soon after I get back.

If you’re not caught up with the story, now is the perfect time to dig in! Or catch up on earlier stories that you might have missed! There are links and tags both on Blogger and Tumblr to help you out!

If you are caught up and need more to read, these books will be right up your alley.

For now, I’ll leave you with a little teaser of what we’ll dig into when I get back:

Flashback to 2079. 19-year-old Jordan with his dad. They were best friends.

And a little texty excerpt.

Colette came over to drop the boys off with Jordan at his dad’s place. Jordan stared at the babies like they were alien creatures. They were still small and pink and curled up like raisins. “Their formula is in the bag,” Colette said. “It’s already mixed, but it needs to go in the fridge. That’s important, did you hear? In the fridge. But they like it warm, just don’t microwave it. Tell me you’re listening?”  “Don’t microwave it,” Jordan repeated. “But warm?”  “In a bowl of warm water for about five minutes. Not hot water. They eat every three hours. That’s twice while you have them. Each. Okay? They need tummy time, you can’t just leave them in their carriers. And Milo spits up, so don’t rile him up too much after he eats. Ugh, can you even tell them apart?”  “Uh, yeah, totally,” Jordan said unsurely, looking terrified. He 100% couldn’t tell them apart. He wondered if it was a terrible idea to write their initials on their backs with a marker?

See y’all in a couple weeks! 😘

[dontbebittah]

A History of Six Chaos: West End 1.0 (2019)

The first West End cast had only three alternates until the last few months, and it’s likely that the continued necessity of emergency covers led to swings being cast in future productions. They had to cancel a show on July 14th 2019 due to cast injury and illness. Then, Genesis Lynea (studio cast Cleves) returned as an emergency cover for four shows total: two on April 21st and two on July 28th. For the July shows, she was joined by Toby Marlow (co-writer of Six) as Parr, who is the only emergency cover performer to have never been formally cast in any Six production. These shows were not fully staged and had the performers seated on stools with mic stands to account for both cast injuries and the emergency cover performers not having time to learn the full staging.

Later in the run, the production had to resort to pulling future cast members out of rehearsals and onto the stage. Collette Guitart, who was set to officially join the production as a swing on August 20th, performed 7 shows in three different roles prior to her start date: Aragon on August 15th, Boleyn on August 1st, 6th, 11th, and 17th, and Seymour on July 30th and August 9th. Her costume wasn’t completed for most of this time, so she wore Millie’s old Boleyn costume for that role and a band costume for the rest (like former emergency covers had). Zara MacIntosh and Hana Stewart, both cast as alternates in the 2019-20 production, had early debuts as well; Zara performed one show as Howard on September 15th and Hana one show as Seymour on September 21st.

This cast is also the only to have switched the first covers of their alternates during the run; a few months after opening Courtney Stapleton and Grace Mouat switched first covers from A/P and S/H to S/P and A/H, respectively. Later, when Grace left the production, Shekinah McFarlane joined as alternate A/C and Vicki switched her first covers from B/C to B/H.

Stats: Total shows: 35 Emergency cover performances: 13 Rmergency performers needed: 5 (Genesis Lynea, Toby Marlow, Colette Guitart, Zara MacIntosh, Hana Stewart) Shows canceled: 1 Alts/swings: 3 alts (1 swing added towards end of run) Temporary/short term performers: 1 (Collette joined for last 3 months as swing) Cast member changes: 1 (Grace Mouat replaced by Shekinah McFarlane)

Overall chaos score: 5/10 (extra point for Toby)

[bohemian-nights]

Nettles Casting Speculation(Part 2)

Where is Nettles? Who is playing her? Is it the woman in the blurry photo from months ago? Is it Anna Jobarteh? Is it someone else? When will she come out of hiding?

I don’t know the answer to any of these questions and since HBO doesn’t want to tell us(I’m about 79% sure it’s Anna at this point, but you never know with this sh*tty show😑) I am once again compiling a list of all the actresses who could possibly be her.

1. Adelayo Adedayo

She’s 34 and the last project she was working on is in post-production.

2. Clare-Hope Ashitey

She’s 36 and not currently working on any projects. The side profile looks like it could kinda be a match.

3. Jasmine Jobson

She’s 28 and doesn’t appear to be filming anything at the moment.

4. Little Simz

She’s 29 and nearly 5’8.” I don’t think she’s filming anything at the moment.

5. Nicole-Lily Baisden

She’s sadly currently in a play, but I wanted to include her anyway.

6. Nicholle Cherrie

She’s 5’8” and she’s not currently working on anything at the movement.

7. Laura Lake Adebisi

Her last project is in post production.

8. Melissa James

She’s not currently working on anything.

9. Denise Laniya

If I had to guess her age I’d say she’s in her mid to late 20s(based on when she graduated). She’s not currently involved in any productions.

10. Ellena Vincent

Can’t find her exact age, but she doesn’t appear to be in any productions currently.

11. Keziah Joseph

She’s 31 and her last two projects are in post production.

12. Aisha Toussaint

She’s 28 and doesn’t appear to be working on any projects.

13. Roxy Sternberg

She’s 34 and has no upcoming projects.

14. Aliyah Odoffin

From what I can find she’s 23, but she doesn’t appear to be working on anything at the moment.

I’d just like to say personally I’d love it if she was Netty 👏🏽

15.Mali Ann Rees

Her last project is in post production.

16. Faye Campbell

Her playing age is between 15-23. She doesn’t appear to be working on any projects at the moment.(her play wrapped up back in June).

17. April Nerissa Hudson

Her playing age is between 16-25. She’s has a upcoming play in October that she’s staring in.

18. Karla Crome

She’s 35 and she doesn’t appear to be working on any projects at the moment.

19. Angela Marie Hurst

Her playing age is between 25-40. She was in a play from late July to August.

20. Colette Dalal Tchantcho

I cant find her exact age but she graduated with a bachelor’s back in 2011 so I say it’s safe to guess she’s in her early to mid 30s. It doesn’t look like she’s working on any projects currently.

Do not make me do a part three. I mean it Ryan🙃 It’s almost been a freaking year. Where the hell is she 😊

[m0rtel]

starting  to  breathe  is  a  strange  feeling.  it's  not  like  drowning,  where  your  lungs  are  scratching  for  hair.  at  least,  not  at  first.  because  you  didn't  need  air  a  second  ago.  you  weren't  alive  a  second  ago.  you  woke  up  in  the  dark,  a  silk-lined  wooden  coffin  surrounding  you,  and  you  can  infer  what's  beyond  it.  you're  in  your  dad's  suit,  the  one  he  wore  to  your  college  graduation,  and  things  click  into  place  a  little  slower  than  they  should  have.   it   was   clear   now.   you  were  dead.  NOW YOU ARE NOT.

KAITO  MURAKAMI,  30,  HE+HIM,  PLAYED  BY  KENTO  YAMAZAKI.   POST-MORTEM  ORACLE.   WRITTEN BY ALICE.

legal name ... kaito murakami. meaning ... kaito, meaning "sea" and "to fly." murakami, meaning "village above." date of birth ...   14th of april, 1994. " date of death ...   26th of february, 2021. cause of death ...   car accident. age ... thirty. species ...   oracle. place of birth ... ithaca, new york. astrological sign ... aries. moral  alignment ...   true  neutral.  enneagram ...   type  5,  the  investigator. occupation ...   chronically unemployed.  current  residence ...   apartment above laundromat. bearhold, washington. three  positive  traits ...   clever,  loyal,  perceptive.  three  negative  traits ...   isolated, vitriolic,  sarcastic.  languages ...  english, japanese & french [spoken at home.]  sexuality ...   bisexual, kinsey scale 4. education ...   bachelor  of  arts in art history [cornell university] piercings ...   formerly had a lip ring on the left side of his lower lip, was removed for his funeral and healed during his resurrection. tattoos ...  a kitschy vintage tv set on his inner forearm, now faded and slashed through. family ...  jun murakami professor of business at cornell university, father. ayame murakami deceased, mother. colette bélanger murakami fiction writer, step-mother. utp bélanger murakami, half-sister.

history ... kaito  was  born  to  japanese  immigrants  in  ithaca,  new  york.  his  father,  jun,  was  a  professor  at  cornell.  unbeknownst  to  kaito's  mother,  ayame,  he  began  his  affair  with  colette  during  the  pregnancy.  so  it  follows  that  while  ayame's  death  while  giving  birth  to  their  son  was  oh,  so  tragic,  jun  must  have  felt  a  bit  of  relief.  he  and  colette  were  married  soon  after.  

even  though  he  spoke  french  and  colette  read  him  to  sleep,  kaito  knew  she  wasn't  his  mother  from  a  young  age,  but  it  didn't  really  stick  until  his  younger  sister  was  born.  when  all  he  heard  was  half-brother,  and  aren't  you  glad  to  have  one  of  your  own,  and  how  does  ayame's  boy  feel  about  it.  in  truth,  it  was  probably  the  first  thing  in  the  world  to  really  piss  him  off.  he  was  nine  when  he  started  letting  it  show.  he'd  made  colette  cry  at  bedtime  one  night  and  jun  was  furious.  

his  teen  years  were  pockmarked  with  rebellion.  bleaching  his  hair,  skipping  school,  stealing  his  dad's  cigarettes.  when  he  was  fourteen  his  step-mom  started  publishing  books,  and  whilst  cornell  paid  well,  the  double  income  definitely  helped.  suddenly  he  was  a  rich  teenager  who  spoke  three  languages  and  hung  out  at  a  college.  at  the  height  of  the  indie  sleaze  period,  he  was  getting  a  little  popular.  

when  he  graduated  high-school,  his  dad  made  sure  he  went  to  cornell.  it  was  an  ivy  league,  and  he  was  a  smart  boy.  even  though  they  had  a  few  hiccups  through  the  years,  jun  was  sure  he'd  straighten  out.  until  he  majored  in  art  history.  

it  was  around  this  time  the  visions  started.  his  internship  at  the  johnson  museum  of  art  had  him  cataloguing  historical  art  pieces  from  all  around  the  world.  he'd  touched  a  painting  one  day  and  in  a  flash  of  light  he  saw  that  someone  had  forged  it.  no  one  believed  him,  this  college  kid  with  a  c  average  and  a  penchant  for  taking  more  smoke  breaks  than  there  were  hours,  until  a  verifier  overheard  him  and  took  a  closer  look.  he  was  right.

the  visions  never  stopped.  and  they  weren't  just  about  art.  he'd  bump  into  a  guy  on  the  street  and  find  out  he  was  a  serial  abductor.  it  was  horrible.  it  began  to  drive  him  crazy.  when  he  went  to  his  father  about  it,  jun  had  thought  the  same  thing,  and  kaito  couldn't  control  the  visions  enough  to  prove  it.  they  tried  treatment  when  kaito  grabbed  his  step-mother  hard  enough  to  bruise,  desperately  attempting  to  coax  out  a  vision.  nothing  worked.  eventually,  after  kaito  embarrassed  them  at  his  graduation,  jun  and  colette  kicked  him  out  when  he  was  24.  

he  spent  three  years  couch-surfing  and  working  odd  jobs  trying  to  get  on  his  feet.  kaito  had  resorted  to  less  savory  habits.  he'd  go  to  a  bar,  strike  up  a  conversation  with  any  single  he  could  find  in  hopes  he'd  find  a  place  to  stay  the  night.  he  was  riding  home  with  one  of  these  people  when  a  vision  came  too  late.  a  semitruck  hit  them  when  they  ran  a  redlight.  

kaito  was  buried  next  to  his  mother.  six  feet  underground,  his  parents  made  speeches  about  how  the  dirt  would  tuck  him  into  rest  at  last.  but  someone  was  giving  him  those  visions,  and  for  reasons  kaito  didn't  understand,  they  wouldn't  let  him  die.  he  had  to  crawl  his  way  through  six  feet  of  packed  soil,  but  he  followed  fading  visions  from  there  to  a  small  town  in  washington.  then,  the  visions  stopped  altogether.  

he  learned  about  the  supernatural  in  bearhold.  he  learned  he  was  probably  an  oracle,  but  he  was  nothing  anymore.  kaito  was  dead.  but  walking.  and  his  body  was  alive  but  not  really.  his  skin  had  a  tendency  to  form  back  together  after  a  time,  and  he  was  always  cold.  probably  from  being  embalmed.  his  blood  was  a  strange  color  from  the  embalming  too,  lighter  than  the  natural  dark  red,  and  technicolor  fluids  floated  on  top  like  an  oil  spill.  

he  didn't  really  need  to  work,  so  kaito  spends  most  of  his  time  at  a  bar  in  town.  he's  trying  to  figure  out  what  he  is,  even  now.  he's  trying  to  figure  out  how  he  got  to  be  this  way.

[britishchick09]

poto rewritten short stories 6/6: meg the fooler

in honor of read an e-book week, i'll be sharing sneak peeks of the rewrite's first short story collection (which will be an e-book exclusive out this spring)! last but not least is meg and cecile being epic pranksters! ;D

...

The door creaked open…

“BOO!” Meg yelled, running out from the vanity.

“AHHH!” a dancer screamed as she put a hand on her heart. “You got me, Meg!”

Meg laughed. The foolee was none other than Cécile Jammes, her pranking partner. They had pulled many tricks throughout the years on the other dancers, the singers, the stagehands, the managers… no one was safe from their pranks on April Fools’ Day!

…No one except The Opera Ghost, that is.

“I have a little something for my partner in crime!” Meg said.

“Oh!” Cécile’s brown eyes sparkled as Meg handed her a little chocolate fish and popped it in her mouth. “Mmm, thank you. Are you ready to start?”

“I’ve been ready since last night!”

Cécile smirked and tossed one of her caramel brown ringlets over her shoulder. “I know exactly what we can do first.”

...

 A few minutes later, chatter sounded through the ballerina dorm as the corps de ballet filed in. Some did stretches, a few lounged on the sofa, others sat at their vanities and some stood around to talk. Meg and Cécile waited near the back, hiding soft giggles behind their hands.

“Here she comes!” Cécile whispered.

Meg gave an excited squeak as Sorelli DuPont walked in. She rubbed a horseshoe on the wall for good luck.

“What in the world?” Sorelli looked at her horseshoe, which was covered with a rubber bathing cap! “Oh, I should’ve known…”

“April Fools’!” Meg and Cécile exclaimed.

Sorelli rolled her eyes. The jokesters looked over at Fleur, who sniffed a tulip… that sprayed her with water! Elena was brushing her hair at her vanity. She gasped as she realized that cold cream was on it! The lotion belonged to Colette... who smeared ketchup all over her face! Nellis opened her vanity drawer to find nothing inside except a paper fish and April’s paper nameplate had ‘Fools!’ written on it. The remaining seven ballerinas were pranked as well, leaving Meg and Cécile in stitches.

“I knew this would happen.” April said with a sigh.

“You two are almost as bad as The Opera Ghost!” Colette exclaimed.

“And just as delicious!” Meg added as she swiped some ketchup from her face.

“No one could ever be as great as that ghost. It’s-” Sorelli paused at Meg’s look. “He’s the greatest trickster in the opera house.”

“We may be great, but he’s the true master.” Cécile agreed.

Meg looked down at the floor as an idea sprung into her mind. She looked up, her eyes widening with a gasp as she exclaimed, “I got it! We can join forces with Mr. E!"

“Seriously? You want us to partner with The Opera Ghost?" Cécile asked with an uneasy frown.

"Yeah! The Ghost is a bit scary, but Mr. E is perfectly fine. He has access to every corner of the opera house, so..."

Sorelli groaned. "Great. You'll be unstoppable.”

"Oui... unstoppable!" Cécile exclaimed with a grin. "Let's do it!"

Meg cheered. "This will be the best April Fools’ Day yet! I'll go get him!"

She ran down the dressing room hallway, stopping at the very end. She put her ear to the door and listened.

"Meg woke me up by putting my hand in cold water," Christine was saying. "It startled me so much! One of her many tricks for today!"

"What's today?" Erik asked.

Meg wanted to shout, 'April Fools’ Day!' but she let Christine say it instead.

"Ah, yes. One of the best times of the year for The Opera Ghost," Erik chuckled. "Ayesha likes it, too. She stretched out on my legs and I sat up to pet her... and then she started walking towards me. She was going to lay right on my pillow! I caught on and laid back down before she could, but she found a nice spot next to me."

Christine giggled. "Oh, how funny! She nearly tricked you!"

"Sounds like she'd be the perfect kitty prankster!" Meg exclaimed as she ran into Christine's dressing room.

Erik looked up. He was doing a mirror chat with Christine, who looked over her shoulder at Meg.

“Then we’d have three tricksters scurrying around!” she realized with a chuckle.

“More like four.” Erik added with a wink.

“That’s exactly why I’m here,” Meg said. “Meet Cécile and me on stage after practice, Mr. E!”

Erik frowned. “Can’t I just meet you?”

“Nope. I don’t prank alone,” Meg smiled as she added, “Cécile won’t be scared of you, I promise.”

She went up to the mirror and held out her pinkie, getting a confused look from Erik.

“That’s a pinkie promise.” Christine explained.

“It is!” Meg agreed. “It’s one you can’t break.”

Erik looked at Meg’s pinkie before slowly lifting his own.

“There you go! It’s a date! But not the ones you and Christine go on!” Meg said, giggling at Erik and Christine’s rosy blushes.

...

 Meg sighed as she stood on her tip toes and tried to peek into Box Five. It was eleven-forty on the dot. Ballet practice had ended not too long ago and now she and Cécile were waiting on stage.

“He should be here by now!” Meg said impatiently.

“Maybe he doesn’t want to partner with us,” Cécile hoped as she fiddled with her coral ring. “Let’s think of some more pra-”

Just then, the chandelier lights went off! Cécile’s scream echoed through the theater. Meg jumped a little, but she wasn’t afraid.

“The electricity’s gone out!” Cécile exclaimed in a panic. “Let’s fetch the managers!”

“Or you could fetch The Opera Ghost.” a voice said.

The lights returned and a shadow stepped out from Box Three.

“Mr. E!” Meg exclaimed happily. “I thought you’d be in Box Five!”

“Got you, Little Miss,” Erik said with a smile. “Consider that an April Fools’ gift from me.”

“The greatest gift would be partnering with us!”

“As long as you’re not creepy.” Cécile added.

“Oh, that’s only The O- Opera Ghost. Y- You won’t need to worry about creepiness with me,” Erik reassured her. “Y- You’ll just need to w- wo- worry about all the sneaky tricks we’ll pull.”

Cécile’s fearful face was replaced with a sly one.

“So you’re in?” Meg asked.

“Yes, Little Miss,” Erik smirked. “I’m definitely in.”

[badass-bitch-polls]

THE ULTIMATE BRACKET REVEAL

i have spent all evening on this. it's very late. i need sleep.

i'm incredibly sorry in advance for any unfair match ups! i used a random number generator to avoid bias towards my own blorbos, so if anything's op, blame the google number generator lmao

BUT YAY BRACKET REVEAL WOOOOO

FULL CANDIDATE LIST (below cut):

(alphabetically by media name...)

Jessy Thorn - ADACA

Hikari Kuina - Alice in Borderland

Loba Andrade - Apex Legends

Deunan Knute - Appleseed

Jinx - Arcane

Vi - Arcane

Sevika - Arcane (i accidentally put colette in my list twice and so only had 63 candidates, so since y'all loved sevika so much in the preliminaries i decided to add her in as a wild card!)

Azula - Avatar the Last Airbender

Katara - Avatar The Last Airbender

Lollipop - Battle for Dream Island

Moriarty - BBC Sherlock

Harley Quinn - Birds of Prey and DC Batman

Grell Sutcliff - Black Butler

Sakura Ogami - Danganronpa THH

Susie - Deltarune

Connor - Detriot Become Human

River Song - Doctor Who

c!Wilbur - The Dream SMP

Zora Salazar - Epithet Erased

Evelyn Wang - Everything Everywhere All At Once

Erza Scarlet - Fairy Tail

Sephiroth - Final Fantasy 7

River Tam - Firefly

Risa Hawkeye - Full Metal Alchemist

Olivier Armstrong - Full Metal Alchemist (the vote was so close that i thought both deserved to make the cut)

Megaera - Hades

Hornet - Hollow Knight

Mantis Lords - Hollow Knight

Vriska Serket - Homestuck

Snowman - Homestuck

Jolyne Cujoh - JoJo's Bizzare Adventure: Stone Ocean

Maki Zen'in - Jujutsu Kaisen

Vilanelle - Killing Eve

LL!ZombieCleo - Last Life SMP/Life Series

Mei - Lego Monkie Kid

Tony Stark - MCU

Vera Oberlin - Monster Prom

Lady Nagant - My Hero Academia

Nya - Ninjago

Aubrey - OMORI

Bossman Hero - OMORI

Annabeth Chase - Percy Jackson

GLaDOS - Portal

Buttercup - Powerpuff Girls

Death - Puss in Boots: The Last Wish

Colette - Ratatouille

Albert Wesker - Resident Evil

April O'Neil - Rise of the TMNT

Cassandra Jones - Rise of the TMNT

Catra - She-Ra

Huntara - She-Ra

Garnet - Steven Universe

Morticia Addams - The Addams Family

Ellie Rose - The Henry Stickmin Collection

Gideon Nav - The Locked Tomb

The Mandalorian - The Mandalorian

Eda Clawthorne - The Owl House

Five Hargreeves - The Umbrella Academy

Elendira the Crimsonnail - Trigun Maximum (the manga)

Mettaton - Undertale

Undyne - Undertale

Lord Dominator - Wander Over Yonder

Urbosa - Zelda BOTW

Revali - Zelda BOTW

[swiftdupes]

taylor in the fortnight music video

april 19, 2024

shirt

crimped frill front blouse in white from the house of bruar // $63

earrings

invitation only front/back earrings in rhodium from nadri // $68

colette cascade drop earrings in rhodium from nadri // $44.97