#dark skinned noel i love you

[4pplec0re]

me when im in a Drawing Every Version Of Nischa I See competition and my opponent is alana 4PPLEC0RE (designs by @asmogorna)

[leaawrites]

Gurllll drop the Noel fic rn pleeaaassseeee I need it I’ll even bark for it wroof wroof wroof ggrrrr

Willing

Noel Gallagher x fem!reader

Summary: in which, she's willing to go through things, he never thought anyone would wanna go through for him.

Warnings: this is pure fiction, age gap, there is a child involved in all of this, (really) bad accents

Wordcount: 1.1k

Notes: I am halfly scared of you, anon, and halfly you are just comedy gold and I love you. If you want more Noel fics, send request if you have any and I'll try to work through them as quick as possible. (Liam or Damon as well.)

Masterlist

The little pads on the wooden floor woke her before she heard the little whimpers coming from beside the bed. With eyes closed she listened to the footsteps and the creek of the door as it opened like it always does, the quiet of the night making it grow louder than normally.

Opening her eyes with it, she saw the little girl pouting at her, with her bottom lip covering half her chin and streaks of tears running down from her eyes and onto the little flowered pyjama she was put into before bed. Purple flowers now seeming dark blue or even black.

“Hey, baby,” the woman cooed, sitting up and taking the small hands that were outstretched her way to pull her up into her arms. Slowly slipping out from under Noel’s arm that previously was lazily laying over her waist with a gentle grip on her skin. The spot where it laid being squeezed whenever something happened in his fantasy world to make sure she was still by his side. “What’s wrong?”

She couldn’t yet properly talk, only point and cry and whimper. Incoherent words lapping over unidentifiable sounds and morphing into a strange mix of gibberish and English those around her tried to understand. That were the only ways of how she could survive in this world. This world of monsters under beds and empty plates.

The child stopped crying at the attention, but her eyes were red and hurting. She tried keeping them close to keep the pain away but it didn’t help, it still hurt her no matter how hard she squinted her blue eyes shut. Putting one hand on her little stomach she tried making her understand. More whimpers leaving her mouth, more pain entering her eyes.

“Hun’ry,” she slurred with a tired voice, though Y/n knew that the moment she’d put the lights on that child would be wide awake.

Nuzzling her head against Y/n’s neck, wetting her skin with tears and salvia, chewing on the fabric of the white top, the small pleads for food were muffled now. Only heard as a hint for the woman to know what she wanted. Her small blue eyes were watching the man laying in bed disappear into the shades of the night until his silhouette was fully gone and replaced by a door, which was moving up and down as the little girl was being bounced on Y/n’s hip to calm her down, making her go quiet and not wake Noel, who was still sound asleep, in bed.

“Mama didn’t fed you right, huh?” she asked as she sat her down on the counter and started heating up the milk that was stored in the fridge. “You were already asleep as I got here, I couldn’t look after you as she brought you over.”

The baby laughed looking at the now pouting face of the older girl. Her eyes drifting over to the microwave and how the bottle inside of it turned in circles like a carousel they were on at the Christmas market a few months prior. The low humming sound filled the room, making the silence seem less foreign. Usually the house was filled with music and talking and laughter. Only after midnight it got quiet for once.

“I never thought I’d find myself here, with a baby and in love with a man 20 years older than myself. You’re not my baby, but I still wouldn’t trade you for the world. Neither would your daddy, you understand that? You are so loved, no matter what happens back at you mother’s place, alright?” She leaned closer, watching the girl’s pupils widen with every word, taking them in and saving them somewhere far away in the back of her mind so she could remember them even in years time. She wasn’t sure if the words reached anyone, but at least they reached herself. “You are not defined by the people you are made up from.”

The microwave dinged and the girl laughed as she felt tickles on her feet.

“I love you so much.” With a kiss on her head, the little girl was left sitting in admiration and hunger. Taking the milk, now warm and good for her to drink, out of the microwave, she turned around again, starting to fed the baby how it was supposed to be.

When she still pouted at her after getting her food, Y/n looked at her in a jokingly annoyed way. Scoffing and tsking her in playful admonition. “What do say, do you wanna sleep in a bed with me and daddy?”

At the furiously nodding head of the 2 year old in her arms, Y/n started laughing quietly. Turning around as the little girl was stretching out her arms towards the bedroom, assuming she already knew who was waiting, Y/n didn’t expect Noel leaning against the doorway, watching the pair with a content smile on his face. A little startled at the sudden figure in front of her, Y/n breathed in sharply, holding her chest as she recognized him.

“Shouldn’t you be sleepin’, little one?” He asked, taking the baby from her arms, as she nearly wiggled herself out from Y/n’s hold on her. “As should you.” His eyes were now focused on Y/n as she crossed her arms over her chest.

“You don’t expect me to let my favourite human being starve, do you?” She pouted at him, as did the little girl in his arms.

“Now you both look dissapoint’d a’ me, how you expect me to sleep well with that though’?”

“Hold us close and we might forgive you,” she said, putting her hand on his shoulder and stepping closer.

“What a terrible terrible punishment,” he mumbled, leaning closer and kissing her lips, his hand lingering in her waist.

“Let’s get back to sleep, huh?” Y/n proposed, looking up at him and then to the girl, stroking her cheek as she was sound asleep against Noel’s shoulder.

Without an answer, he took her hand in his and guided her towards the bedroom, shutting off the lights in the process. Both laid on their respective sides, turned to each other, the child in their middle, softly watching her breath in and out, a sweet look in both their eyes. His one hand moved from moving the hair out of the child’s face to holding Y/n closer, while his other hand was held tightly by his daughter.

“I never thought anyone would actually be willing to go through all this,” he confessed into the night, making her eyes fly from the child’s face to his, watching her already.

“You don’t even know what I’d be willing to go through for you,” she confessed alongside him.

It was the truth though, no matter how silly it might sound. She loved him in a way she couldn’t possibly explain to anyone who has never gone through love like this.

[suzy-queued]

DVD Commentary: These Foolish Games

@stocious asked if I could share behind-the-scenes commentary from These Foolish Games. @shamelessdvdcommentary

Give us some stats - (when you wrote it, word count, how long it took to finish, is it a one-shot/multi-chapter, etc) I wrote it from March through November of 2022. It's a 15-chapter fic, 96,884 words.

What was the initial inspiration for your story? I love the "Shop around the Corner" scenario where people fall in love via text but hate each other in person. I've only seen versions of that trope where the love portion happens via letters but they remain enemies in real life. I wanted to see what would happen if they were chasing each other in a huge love square. Picture me giggling and saying, "All we want out of Gallavich stories is to see them fall in love over and over again. What if every major character in this story is either Ian or Mickey in alternate forms?!"

What was your favorite scene to write? Hands down, it was chapter 4, when they watched the training video. This Mickey is based on a friend I had in high school named Jason. He and I had health class together, and we'd chat and joke around during class. But two strange things happened: (1) when we were OUT of class, he wouldn't even make eye contact with me. It was like I didn't exist. (2) when we watched videos IN class and the lights would go down, it was like we were dating. He'd hold my hand and lock our feet together and trace shapes on each other's arms. I never knew anyone who could Jekyll and Hyde so quickly between three different dynamics. Were we friends, strangers, or crushes? That history with him churns in my brain, and I wanted to capture how that felt in this story.

How did you come up with the title? I took the title from Jewel's song.

Other working titles included: This Bitter Chase Addicted to that Rush Shock + Awe Rules of Engagement Cock it and Pull it Locked and Loaded Brace for Impact A Shot in the Dark Caught in the Crossfire Come Out and Play Mark and Misfire

Are there any little moments or references you hope readers will notice? That every chapter (except one) had a two-word title. I like coming up with chapter titles, and I thought that was fun.

Was there anything you struggled to write? If so, how did you overcome this? I painted myself into a corner with the criminal aspect. My notes said something like, "Hector is doing something related to theft in the facility. This theft leads to unsafe circumstances. These unsafe circumstances are serious enough for his franchise to be threatened." I know nothing about trampoline engineering. I know very little about underground markets and precious metals. You don't hear a lot of media coverage of trampoline parks as mob fronts. I visited soooo many sketchy websites and researched what could possibly net Hector a decent enough chunk of change. I read documents about safety liability and franchise law. The takeaway is, anything can be solved with the right amount of research.

You know what was really fun to research? Videos of people doing wall runs.

Did the storyline change in any way as you wrote the story? I started with a more dramatic rivalry between the laser tag staff and the bounce center. It was a blood feud, and if you crossed those lines, you'd be dead. It was a life-threatening and tense dynamic, which we as the readers would see as parody but the characters would take 100% seriously. Total noir, Quentin Tarantino vibes. The more I wrote, I couldn't sustain that intensity with a straight face.

Jett was originally "Finn," but I didn't want "NotFinn" to have the same initials as "Noel Fisher." Chara was originally "Samantha."

If you are writing a particular trope or genre, was it your first time writing this? I never put so much texting into a story! Whew! It was cool to figure out how to do AO3 skins for this story. I set it up so that Ian's texts were always orange and Mickey's texts were always blue. That was done with a skin, so I didn't have to code it fresh for every chapter.

What are you most proud about in the story? (plot, characterization, dialogue, twist/cliffhanger, etc) I'm most proud of keeping the identities straight. It was … a lot. With all the Shakespearean name swapping, the reader could still follow who was who (I hope).

Are there any ‘behind the scenes’ info you’d like to share - e.g. what’s going on in a characters head in a certain scene or how you came to write a certain line? I can share a little about the process of keeping a long story straight. I made a dossier of all the characters, locations, and scenes as I was going. That way, I could glance at the notes instead of having to re-read entire chapters to find details.

As with all my stories, I hand-wrote this one. I filled three notebooks.

Are there any ‘easter eggs’ in your story - e.g. references to other stories you’ve written, a trope you often use etc? One trope is that I create art for each chapter. I also like to create logos for each story I make. Here is the full TigerZone logo:

I also create Spotify playlists for all my stories. Here is the one for These Foolish Games.

If you’ve chosen your most popular story, are you surprised by the popularity? This is my most commented-on and kudoed fic, which makes me so happy. I think it's well-deserved.

Were you nervous or excited to post this story? Yes. The nerves never go away, no matter how much you've written.

Anything else you’d like the readers to know about the story? Here are a few images that show the inspiration as well as what was happening in my life as I wrote it.

Our family (pre-covid) enjoyed laser tagging and trampolining.

We had a tornado and major power outage in 2022, which didn't stop me from writing. We took a trip to Chicago, and I was poking my head into every laser tag arena we saw.

That summer, as I was writing, Noel was in Brooklyn filming The Calling. I also went to Brooklyn, a few weeks later.

After the story was complete, my husband gifted me a printed copy. 😭❤️

This is open to all writers! Pick your favorite story you’ve written or your most popular or the one you think deserves some more love! Or ask your followers to suggest their favorite fic of yours!

Thank you for the ask! This is so much fun. I can't believe how many wonderful friends I made from this fic.

[foibles-fables]

For the soft fic prompt: 28, Hawk and Thrush!

combining this one (forehead touches or nose nudging or any soft variation on the theme) with a nonny's request for 9 (shoulder kisses) and @meg-noel-art's request for 4 (neck kisses). three for one deal let's go i blacked out

EDIT: Also posted to AO3, if y'all would like to check it out there!

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In every tired night’s late hours, defenses fade. They lie raveled in moonlight-dappled quiet and Aloy is all hands, all mouth, no pretense or restraint. She leaves nothing in reserve. Touches like an unfed flame offered kindling. Clings, so much lost time made up through insatiable contact—callus-drag and full-palm press, soft clothing and warm skin-scent, lips that claim and roam and claim again. It’s overwhelming in the perfect hypnotic way. Never lust so much as it is bliss. Desire as a need to be with, to meld and stir. Talanah lets herself be swept along in unfading sensation, taken whole and taken alive.

Most times it feels too delicate to address head-on. Look too closely and it’ll crumble—she’ll withdraw, stilted by the glare of exposure. Talanah knows: make no sudden moves. Don’t let these sweet moments collapse.

Tonight, though—as Aloy arches closer and her fingers fist slow in Talanah’s shirt and her mouth wanders over the sensitive plane of Talanah’s neck, along the line of her upturned shoulder—words are an unintentional impulse.

“Love when you’re like this.” Her voice is a husked sigh, a sound she hardly recognizes. 

Aloy halts and pulls back, but only just—only far enough for Talanah to see her lips, how they’re parted and damp. Half-lidded eyes flicker up. Shy caution stirs beneath hazed golden-green.

“Like what?” Aloy rasps in a messy, drowsed whisper. Tension threads through her gripping hands, but she does not withdraw. She waits instead, her breath hot at the hollow of Talanah’s throat. Talanah’s heart leaps to reach it. 

Through the starlit dark, bare honesty bleeds into the place where they’ve made their bed.

“Affectionate,” Talanah answers after a tentative pause. The word meets the air heavy, singular. “Physical. Makes me feel—” 

Wanted? Needed? Like something Aloy would turn back for at the end of the world? 

Those assertions could buckle under their own weight. With no lack of struggle, Talanah chokes them back and settles for: “Makes me—feel.”

A furrow breaks across Aloy’s brow as she tucks her face into the crook of Talanah’s neck. It hides her expression, but Talanah can see a deep crimson flush bloom across the bridge of her cheek to the tip of her ear. Still she holds firm, and Talanah returns the embrace, swallowing her trepidation.

Maybe it’ll be fine to leave things at that. Ride out the vulnerable shift in balance, adjust warily into this further-step. 

To not lose her to unspoken fear would be enough.

And Talanah is about to give voice to this, too—you don’t have to say anything—when Aloy answers.

“I’m not—” A jagged pause, bitten off, as though Aloy is just as surprised at herself. She glances sidelong at Talanah and in her eyes there is a battle: push and pull. The old need for distance, the new need for its lack. “I’m not good at—uh, saying how I feel.” Each word costs effort to shape, the kind of rough scrape Talanah can feel in the tight seam of their bodies. “Guess I just—want to make sure you know anyway.”

The admission hangs like sun-scorched smoke. They are tangled close enough for Talanah to feel each quick breath Aloy draws, to feel their heartbeats reverberate chest-to-chest. 

All at once Talanah realizes—she has been waiting for this. 

And she is ready for it. So ready. There is a fierceness to this certainty that blazes along her backbone.

It’s time to leap.

Drowning in breathless relief, she frames Aloy’s face with tender hands. The gentle-coaxed joining of their gazes is raw and bold and wide open. Talanah leans in to kiss away the creases crimped across Aloy’s forehead, to rest her own against it. When their noses nudge together, the corners of Aloy’s mouth twitch upward.

Against that tiny crooked smile, Talanah murmurs, “Then keep showing me.”

[fbfh]

I cannot shut up about Mischa and I'm not going to. I'm thinking specifically about the first time you get to see him in person. He's spent the entire year yearning for you. He's laid his heart at your feet, and every moment spent apart from you brings him so much pain, he doesn't know how he'll see the light of the next day. The only thing keeping him going is texting you constantly. Every free moment (and several where he should be doing something else) is spent professing his love for you again and again, telling you how the very thought of getting to be with you someday is like a glimpse of sunlight on the horizon of eternal darkness. What he doesn't know is that you managed to drag your ass all the way to his part of canada to surprise him for his choir's concert they're performing right before spring break. If you're smart, you'll make sure he only knows you're there after the concert, because if he spots you in the crowd he won't care about anything else. He'll jump off that stage and tear through the crowd to get to you. Before you can even greet him properly, he's pulling you into his arms, caressing your cheeks with tears prickling at the corners of his eyes. He looks at you with all these overwhelming feelings that are too big to describe, but you understand them perfectly.

"God has heard my prayers, he has smiled upon me," you can see him physically restraining himself from kissing you, trying to get it out, trying to make you understand how he feels for you, "It must be a miracle that brings you here to me, my love. Nothing less could keep us apart any longer."

He has more to say, but he can't keep himself from you any longer. He pulls you even closer to him, his hands all over you, his muscular arms wrapping tight around your form. He dips you, planting the most passionate, end of the movie, head spinning kiss on your soft lips that you ever knew could exist. He kisses you and kisses you until you're both out of breath, finally pulling away and breathing your name in a soft, lovesick sigh.

"Misch..." you murmur, caressing his cheek. He leans into your touch, eyes fluttering closed at the feeling of your skin on his. You don't hear the protests from Ocean onstage for ruining their concert, you don't hear Noel exclaim in shock that you're real, everything besides your Mischa fades away.

"The need for air in my lungs is nothing, not when I can finally hold you. My love, my divine angel..." he trails off, knocking the air out of both of you with another kiss, and another, and another. Suffice it to say they ended the concert early.

[spookyspecterino]

Soft Moments in the Stars

Sam Coe x GN! Reader

GN! Reader. No pronouns, no use of Y/N, or reader descriptions used.

Anxiety, worry, some fear (Sam is there to comfort you and calm you down). Comfort, breathing exercises, reassurance.

Staring out into the stars, while everyone sleeps, your mind starts to worry. Sam notices you're awake and stays up with you.

Characters: Sam Coe. Mentions of Cora Coe, Sarah, Barrett, and Andreja.

Haha, bet you didn't expect another so soon! This is short. But I really needed it. Now that the poll requests are done, I can get into the heavier more plot related stuff >:) (Aka: my sad era)

Staring up at the stars, what a primal instinct it’s been for all of humanity since the dawn of creation. The unknown, the curiosity, the wonder in it. How long have humans been looking up at the night sky? And how many of your ancestors have done just the same; sitting, staring, and questioning?

What’s out there? How do you fit in to any of it? In this vast field of stars, of people, of planets—why are you the one to go on this cosmic journey?

New Atlantis had too much light pollution to look up and stargaze at night. Akila city had too much dust and sand in the air. But now, in the cockpit of the Frontier, the entire universe stretches out for your curious, pondering eyes.

Quiet moments, when everyone is asleep and the ship drifts across the blackest sea, are rare. It’s an opportunity to sit and really think. At times, maybe the constant hustle and bustle from place to place, mission to mission, is good. It’s a distraction, that much is clear. The lively conversations among your crew, Sarah jotting down notes about unexplored systems, Cora with her enthusiastic book reports—is comforting.

You may not always have them. It may be, in time, this quiet, contemplative silence is all you have left.

It’s a chilling, anxiety-ridden truth that you’ve been forced to think of more and more. Especially now.

With every new temple you discover, every new power you gain, a rift grows between you and the others. There’s a distinct feeling to it.

Sarah and Noel look at you like you’re something to be studied. Barrett uses constant humor and jokes to cover his nervousness. Andreja feels threatened by the power imbalance.

Only Sam continues to treat you the same.

Sam—wonderful, optimistic, loving, Sam.

Your shining light in the dark.

Every outcome is uncertain, but his promises of staying with you—always being at your side, no matter what—is a comfort unlike anything else.

A long-winded sigh leaves you. Your mind can’t help but wander into the worst-case scenarios or worry about the unknown. If these temples turn you into some kind of monster… what then? If your destiny takes you on a different path than his, how can you see it coming? Could you even prevent it?

What about Cora? Will she grow up without you? Her own path taking her elsewhere?

Is this all for nothing? Is this endless space an indifferent, uncaring, void that only seeks to be filled with violence—

Soft hands caress your tense shoulders. “Hey. What’re you doing up?”

Like a light switch being flipped, the anxious, spiraling thoughts cease. A lucid calm washes over you.

You lean back in your pilot’s seat, feeling the warmth of Sam behind you. “Couldn’t sleep.” You murmur.

He hums softly, leaning down closer to you. “What’s bothering you, sweetheart?”

“It’s hard to say.”

“Hmm…” He presses soft kisses to your shoulder, gently kneading the other. “Describe how you’re feeling.”

“Frustrated. I guess. I have so many questions.”

His thumbs move to massage between your shoulder blades. “I can tell, you’re very tense.”

This makes you chuckle, a breathy and tired sound. You can feel his short beard against your neck. His lips ghost over your skin. “Come back to bed, we can work some of that frustration out.”

A very tempting offer. Other nights you would happily accept to be whisked away in his arms, forget everything, and curl up next to him to start a new day. But something stops you.

He can feel your hesitation. His lips hover and his hands pause.

“It’s…It’s not just that…” You frown at the stars. Sam’s faint reflection in the glass watches you with caring, patient eyes.

“I’m…I’m scared—terrified, actually.” As if a great floodgate opens, you release your thoughts into the still air. “I don’t know what’s coming next; I rely on Constellation to have at least some idea of what we’re getting into. Seeing Sarah and Noel just as confused as I am…it’s really unsettling. These temples and powers…what if they change me into someone—or something—unrecognizable?”

Your breath quickens. “I don’t know what to do. There’s so much responsibility on my shoulders now, it’s all so sudden. What if I screw up? What if I get someone hurt—what if I get you hurt? Or if I make the wrong choice and—”

“Whoa, whoa. Easy. Take a deep breath.”

You do, filling your lungs just as he does, as he guides you along.

In and out. Slow. In and out.

Your heart calms, just a little, but your racing thoughts still tumble around your mind. “Thanks.” You whisper, leaning your head back against his shoulder and closing your eyes.

“Stand up. I wanna hold you.”

His hands guide you out of the chair, sliding under your arms and around you like a safety net. Your hands lay over his. They’re always so warm, while yours are always cold.

His body presses against yours, flooding you with his warmth, face nuzzling into the crook of your neck. He murmurs into your skin. “It’s alright. I’ve got you. I will always be with you.” His fingers tangle with yours, smooth and practiced.

“It’s natural to make mistakes—and it’s not your fault. You’re learning just like the rest of us. There’s no way you can predict the future, so go easy on yourself. Making mistakes is human.” He trails light kisses up your neck to the shell of your ear. “As for everything else—we take it one step at a time, together. If something doesn’t feel right, we can adjust or take a break. Don’t push yourself. The universe isn’t going anywhere.”

Tears dot the corner of your eyes as you smile and nod. Your voice is barely a whisper. “Thanks, Sam.”

“Anytime, love.”

You take some more steadying breaths, feeling your lungs fill and empty out rhythmically. “You always know exactly what to say.”

He chuckles, his breath is warm against your skin. “I know you, and I know how it feels to be weighed down by anxious thoughts.”

After a few more minutes of watching the stars, feeling your mind slow and your thoughts ease, “I think I’m ready for bed now.”

“You sure? I can give you some more time alone if you need it.”

“Nah.” You turn in his arms to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck. You’re greeted with the softest blue eyes and a loving smile. “I’m good now.”

Sam presses his forehead to yours. “I love you. You know that right?”

“Of course.” You press a soft, lingering kiss to the corner of his mouth. “I love you too.”

His content, happy, sigh—one of your favorite noises—lifts your heart out of the gloom.

[thegreatstoryteller]

Seasonal Brews: Lights

Nick was more than happy to be open again for the season. Sometimes it could be quite the hurdle gaining the traction to whip enough magic for the season. But here he was once again. In another small town, bringing warm drinks and good company to a few lucky patrons happy to walk his way.

As everyone knows, it’s that time of year where magic is in the cold winter air, and the power of a good drink can really turn the life around for some lucky individuals.

The door opened beginning to jingle the bells marking the entrance of a new guest!

“Welcome to Seasonal Brews! How can I help y- woah! You uh…. Ok there?” Nick gasped at the young man covered in pine needles.

“Oh hi… yeah I’m fine… it’s nice and warm in here thanks. Just gonna browse your menu real quick! Wouldn’t want to inconvenience you.” The bespectacled young man said. His slim frame and pale skin lead Nick to believe he was sick for a moment, but his eager stride around the store would suggest otherwise. His dirty brown hair also had needles beginning to poke out of it haphazardly.

“Of course take all the time you need. Um… what was it exactly you were doing before to get…. All of this?” Nick gestures wildly around him as the young man blushes.

“Ah. Is it that noticeable? Sorry.” He says shaking his head knocking more and more needles to the ground. “My brother and I typically help people in the community with their Christmas trees this year! It’s kinda a nice tradition our family liked to do. My dad used to own a pine tree acre that grows these every year. We had to sell it awhile ago, but my brother and I still volunteer there! In fact… that’s kinda why I’m here! I was hoping to get a few drinks for me, my brother and some of the people we’re helping with their trees! I know it’s a lot to ask… sorry.”

Nick was surprised. He didn’t know what to make of this novel request, but he had the feeling he could help.

“Of course! I’d be happy to make you some. How many drinks are we talking here? And is there anything you’re in the mood for?” Nick offered, already in the process of making some of the drinks.

“Let’s see,  well we only have 3 more deliveries to make. So I guess 1 for each of them and my brother. Something strong for each of them to get them through the day. They’ll need the energy.” The young man offered. 

Nick smiled. “And don’t forget one for you! I’m picturing.... something sweet! What name should I put on your cup by the way?”

“Right! Sorry. It’s Noel. Nice to meet you.... Nick.” Noel said reading the drink maker’s name tag.

“It’s nice to meet such a kind heart today Noel. And there you go. Drinks are hot and ready, I’m sure everyone will love them. I brought an assortment so I hope you enjoy. The names of the drinks are on the cups, so distribute as needed.”

“Already? That was... well fast! Thank you Nick! How much do I owe you?” Noel offered.

“Consider this a gift for all the good you’re doing around town. Maybe next year I’ll need a tree or your help.” Nick joked.

“That’s awfully kind of you sir. Merry Christmas!” Noel pulled out some money and left it in the tip jar, much to Nick’s surprise.

“The pleasure is all mine. Stay warm out there” Nick said as Noel exited the establishment.

Outside Noel’s older brother was there waiting. “Thanks for getting the drinks Noel! I’ll drink just about anything after the day we’ve had.”

“No problem Hector. Here you go! This is a... dark chocolate mocha, with a peppermint twist. Hope you like it, the guy said he got some strong drinks for us.” Noel explained handing over the warm cup of coffee. 

Hector gave his little brother a hug an wiped his longish brown hair from his brow before taking a deep sip. The young man wasn’t all that bigger than Noel, but he was more leanly muscled, a skill essential for hauling trees much larger than his size with the right skill. However as he took a sip those lean muscles expanded, lengthening and hardening as a cool breeze blew through the street. Noel closed his eyes not noticing the fresh powder now around the city making it looks clean and picturesque, as his brother’s red shirt and cap turned into a more Santa themed attire.

Hector’s beard began to grow in as abs popped under his jacket that now opened up revealing a powerfully built chest. And a deep voiced laugh emitted from the slightly older man. “It’s beginning to look a little more like Christmas now.” Hector said in a smooth baritone admiring the freshly fallen snow. “We better get to our first stop before it starts coming down faster. Let’s go.” Hector patted the side of his truck not seeing the changes spread down faster over it as its fading red color reinvigorated, but turned to wood. The entire body of the vehicle looking more sled and sleigh shaped until there was nothing more than a modern snow faring sleigh before them!

Noel rubbed his eyes as his brother’s appearance made him do a double take. Did he always look so big? And show off his abs this much? Didn’t they ride here in an old truck not some sleigh pulled by reindeers? Who’s to say, but Hector was right. The last thing they wanted was to get stuck in the snow. So the two hopped in and the reindeer pulled their sleigh to the first stop. 

“Alright first on our list is Mr. Baston Chan. I’ll go grab the tree from the back, you can ring his doorbell and offer him his drink Noel.” Hector explained hopping out back and grabbing the large tree with ease. Noel happily agreed and jumped out into the thickening snow and walked down the long path to a modest single story house. With a ring and a knock he called, “Mr. Chan? It’s Noel and Hector with you’re tree! Care for a warm drink?”

An older Asian looking man opened the door slowly with a jolly smile. “Thank you boys for coming each year to help me out. You’re so kind.”

“We’re happy to do it Mr. Chan. Plus here’s a drink. The snow is really coming in these days this one is... a Red Bean Cappuccino?” Noel said reading the label.

“That is one creative mix. I am a fan of red bean after all, how’d you know. Thank you!” Baston Chan said ruffling Noel’s hair as they shared a smile. Noel went to help Hector with the tree, not that he needed it, but he still wanted to help. So the young man didn’t see Mr. Chan beginning to change right behind him. His skin tightened into a more youthful flow as his old tattered robe fell limply to the ground revealing a healthy athletic frame! Years of labor and effort now recalling itself to an aging body now once again filled with the vitality it once knew!

“You boys really brighten my day. It wouldn’t be Christmas without seeing your good deeds all around the neighborhood! If you ever want to come by my gym again we can do some post holiday lifting!” Baston flexed confidently out his door as Hector stood the tree right next to his porch. 

Noel laughed nervously knowing Baston Chan’s vigorous workout routine, while Hector followed along. “We’ll try Mr. Chan, but Noel and I here will have to take a break every now and then to keep up with you. Merry Christmas!” The two waved off as Hector sighed. “Wow that man is in such good shape for his age. Who is next?”

“Ms. Mary and Ms. Christine!” Noel chimed in. He loved the two older women who would make him and his brother cookies as kids. So when they arrived to their larger house, which acted also as an art studio he was eager to see them with hearty knock.

A shorter grandmother type greeted him at the door. “If it isn’t little Noel! You’re so big now it’s wonderful to see you. And your brother, strong as ever lifting those trees! In the living room Hector! There’s also some cookies waiting for you boys inside!” Ms. Mary a curly haired older black woman said, directing the two brothers inside. There on a reclining chair was Ms. Christine, a larger blond woman equal to Mary in age.

“Thanks Ms. Mary! We also brought you some drinks! this one is... a hot Alpine Apple Cider and this one is a large hot chocolate with silver sprinkles.” Ms. Marry took the cider while handing Christine the hot chocolate.

“You boys are stars tonight! Have as many cookies as you like! I made them myself!” Christine said proudly. 

The two boys began to munch on the delicious gingerbread cookies while the two women cheers and drank their drinks. Ms. Mary was the first to drink her drink. Her skin grew lighter in color, letting the cider fill her form. She grew taller and leaner, as her long curly hair receded into a shorter style while recoloring to blond! All the while Ms. Christine began to plump up even further gaining a larger bulbous belly that darkened with each sip. A salt and pepper beard grew over her face as the two of them took on more manly features! Soon Chris’ red jumper, popped open! revealing some darker moobs and a healthy gut, prompting a laugh from Mark who had discarded his shirt to sidle up next to his husband by the fire. Soon there was now a spry professional sledder and a larger black man cuddling lovingly together.

“Thanks for helping set up the trees boys,” Mark said. “And for finishing off those cookies. Santa here is getting a little too greedy before Christmas.” The handsome blond man said rubbing Chris’ large black gut.

“None sense. It’s Christmas! We get to relax a bit. But you boys can come by anytime for more if you like. Once our kids are back visiting their friends I’m sure Mark can take you all sledding like old times.” Chris offered warmly.

“That would be great Mr. Chris. And thank you Mr. Mark!  Your hospitality and cookies are always top notch!” Noel said with a mouthful of treats.

“Now come on Noel, let’s leave these two be for now. We’ve got one more delivery!” Hector said pulling his brother who was waving vigorously goodbye.

“Gosh I love visiting them! We gotta visit more often. Anyway we have only one left and it’s... oh wow it’s Ansel! Can I uh... you know... do this one myself?” Noel asked blushing.

“Of course lil bro. He’s all yours.” Hector smirked as they stopped outside a nice two story family like house with lots of noise inside. Noel did his best to drag the tree to the door and knocked. Opening it was a handsome young man back from college this year. “Noel! You made it! With the tree too! Come inside! We were just setting up lights in here.” Ansel explained. The handsome young man’s athletic proportions causing young Noel to blush.

“T-thanks! I’d love to... oh and i Uh... got you this drink! We’ve been delivering them to people with the trees all night.” Noel offered.

“Noel! That’s really sweet. But! Did you reemember to get yourself something too? I see only one drink left. And I think it should go to the guy who’s been busting his butt trying to bring people holiday cheer. So why don’t you have it? Ok?” Ansel offered.

Noel didn’t know what to say but simply nodded and drank it without even reading the label. He was filled with warmth. A warmth he attributed being so close to his crush, but also one that was causing his paler skin to tan and his hair to shorten and darken. His jacket was getting tight so he removed it to reveal a straining polo that his larger biceps were threatening to tear! All the while Noel felt his vantage point lift up and up as he walked with Ansel through his house! Right until he saw a room covered in Christmas lights. 

“Looks nice doesn’t it?” Ansel said looking up at Noel through the lights.

“It... it does! I like it a lot. And.. well... you... i mean I... ahha what was I saying?” Noel boomed with his new low voice sounding like a jock mumbling commands across a field. 

“Well... I think you were saying you liked the decorations. Especially the mistle toe I put over here. You know holiday traditions and all? I think I want to stay true to this one at least.” Ansel said leaning up to kiss Noel as the two embraced.

Outside Hector finished setting up the tree and smiled proudly at his brother. He knocked on the window and gave Noel a thumbs up prompting the two to stop the kissing and back away blushing.

“Sorry about Hector... he’s just kidding around a lot... but i liked that a lot... and I like you... so... maybe after the holidays... you and I could grab a coffee or something?” Noel asked blushing.

“I’d love that. Have any place in mind?” 

Noel looked down at the cup in his hand and smiled. 

[icepoptroll]

what are some little features/appearance headcanons u have for the rtc gang? like as an example i like to imagine noel as someone with lots of beauty marks or ricky to be someone with an oval face shape

u draw all of them so uniquely THEM its incredible and i need to know the inner workings of ur brain when u draw and add details to all of them /pos /pos /pos

Lol thank you for this lovely ask!!!

To tell you the truth I never really sat down and thought about, "ok!! Here are the features I think everyone would have!!" It's more so like, when I made my choir design I just sort of let everything come to me organically. For some of them I heavily referenced the actors in the 2016 version but for others I just sort of did my own thing. For the most part I can't really accurately describe to you what I was going for other than creating organic shapes and playing with colors and trying my best to keep them consistent from drawing to drawing (but keeping my characters on-model is something I need to practice at). Mind you, I'm a hobbyist when it comes to art. I never got to go to art school, I wanted to once upon a time, but it just wasn't in the cards for me. I turned out to be really good at taking care of people so I went to school for nursing instead and now I work full time as a home health LPN. I mostly do art cause it's fun and makes me happy but I would say my art skills are still far from professional.

When it comes to some things that did specifically come to mind, though, I can tell you this:

1. My Mischa has piercings in his left eyebrow and his septum, as well as stretched earlobes. He also has several tattoos. I'm a fan of nu metal groups like Korn and I feel like he would be too and so I had to dip into this aesthetic.

2. I imagine Noel with a really expressive face which probably came about because of his horrified gasps when Karnak exposed his working at Taco Bell, and also his mischievous smirk in the nativity pageant scene. These kill me dead every time. I also feel he has these bright, beautiful honey/amber eyes.

3. Ricky. . . . . My beloved. I'm convinced he has curly hair and some big-ass ears lol. His face shape is what I can only describe as angular yet ovular. He's a petite guy. Olive green/Hazelish eyes. Very soft, clear skin.

4. Connie has dimples, for sure, and soft, sweet features. I went for more rounded shapes with her.

5. Ocean. . . . She smol. And pale. And covered in freckles. I sort of referenced Tiffany Tatreau's face for her but tweaked certain lines and shapes. My background is mostly Irish so I love to emphasize those features in Ocean. I give her a cooler, pinker skin tone like mine.

6. Penny has an ovular face shape. I always picture her with tan skin and dark hair with bright green eyes (obviously cause of the Savannah scene). I also feel like she'd be quite tall. I translate a lot of Penny's features onto Jane even tho I know her head was just plucked off of Dolly lol

But yeah other than this I sort of just go with whatever shapes, lines and colors tickle my brain and then try my best to keep replicating them. I'm really glad you enjoy my designs for them!!

[moonlit-mystery-writer]

Comfort

Celeste x Noel, Celeste x Reborn, Noel x Reborn

Oc x Oc :3, Oc x Canon Drabble CW: Period heavily implied, but not directly stated.

She hates days like this. Days where she's just sore and tired, but knows fully well that she'll have to do things later. Thankfully for her, there was a Reborn currently in her lap. Celeste had taken the man's hat off not long after he settled on her, toying with his hair and especially his curls as she basks in his warmth. There's at least one good thing about this curse; it makes him the perfect size to hold like this.

"I see you two are having a fun time." A voice warmly laughs, slightly teasing them over how they were just lazing about. Celeste smiles though, beckoning to the other Arcobaleno. "Noe! There you are!" She chirps while the other approaches. The white-haired woman lifts Noel up with ease, her cursed form barely the weight of a bag of grapes for her.

"I know you don't always enjoy surprise visits, but I figured this would be an exception." The adventurer replies, awkwardly adjusting herself as her wife quickly began to cuddle her. The Snow Arcobaleno was cool against her heated skin, only making the Mist press against her more.

"As I'm sure you can tell, she's not feeling her best right now." Reborn hums, trying to pull away from his spot on her lap to address his other partner, only to earn a disgruntled growl from Celeste.

"Rebby... Stay there, you're perfect there." She huffs quietly into Noel's vanilla-scented curls. The other woman laughs, awkwardly petting her wife's head. "Aww, looking for comfort then, sweetheart? Don't worry, we're here."

Celeste relaxes again, staying quiet for a few moments. There's a bittersweet nostalgia with cuddling these two... She remembers all the times they did this before the curse. It hurts to not know when they'd be able to do that again... But this is more than enough. Almost.

With a swift movement, she picks up her partners and gets up from her chair, starting to carry them off to her room.

"We should take a nap." She hums. Reborn squirms from her hold and moves his way to her shoulder.

"I have to make sure Tsuna does his homework, honey." He points out. The woman freezes before calling out into the house.

"Tsuna sweetie, make sure you do your homework, me and Reborn are going to take a nap. We'll help you once we get up."

The dark haired toddler face palms while Noel laughs.

"Did you expect anything less from her?" "No, not really, just forgot how stubborn she'd be."

Celeste nuzzles them both as they enter her room, snickering to herself.

"You two love when I'm stubborn about my desires and you know it."

Reborn rolls his eyes, carefully pressing a kiss against her temple.

"I'll let it go this time, but next time I do have to do my job." "I know... I'll miss you." Celeste coos, setting Noel then Reborn down on her bed before laying down next to them. "We'll be in the same house still." Reborn sighs, shaking his while getting comfortable against her.

"And she'll miss you." Noel chimes in with a snort, settling down next to Reborn. The hitman glances at her for a moment before casually kissing her, feeling less weird about kissing his cursed companion normally. Celeste settles her arm across them, closing her eyes and smiling. She missed this so much...

[dear-indies]

Hello! May I ask what your favorite dark-skinned female faceclaims are? I know that is very vague, but I have a brand new OC I am in the process of making, and I have heard the criticism of the rpc's favoritism towards picking light-skinned faceclaims. I am doing research of my own, but I'd love to see some of your (and maybe your followers?) favorite underused faces, if you don't mind! :)

Dominique Jackson (1975) Afro Tobagonian - is trans.

Florence Kasumba (1975) Ugandan.

Alek Wek (1977) South Sudanese.

Adepero Oduye (1978) Nigerian.

Danai Gurira (1978) Shona Zimbabwean.

Rutina Wesley (1978) African-American, has openly dated a women and men in the past but hasn't publicity labelled her sexuality.

T'Nia Miller (1980) Afro-Jamaican - is a lesbian.

Yetide Badaki (1981) Nigerian - is bisexual.

Gabourey Sidibe (1983) Fula Senegalese and African American - has Type 2 Diabetes.

Lupita Nyong'o (1983) Leo Kenyan, considers herself Mexican-Kenyan.

Jade Eshete (1985) Guyanese and Ethiopian.

Jodie Turner-Smith (1986) Afro Jamaican.

Wunmi Mosaku (1986) Yoruba Nigerian.

Lashana Lynch (1987) Afro Jamaican.

Ashley Blaine Featherson (1987) African-American.

Michaela Coel (1987) Ghanaian - is aromantic.

Mame-Anna Diop (1988) Senegalese.

Danielle Brooks (1989) African-American, has openly dated a women and men in the past but hasn't publicity labelled her sexuality.

Philomena Kwao (1989) Ghanaian.

Ebonee Noel (1990) Afro Guyanese.

Camille Winbush (1990) African-American.

Nyma Tang (1991) South Sudanese.

Aamito Lagum (1992) Ugandan.

Nyakim Gatwech (1993) South Sudanese.

Duckie Thot (1995) South Sudanese.

Ryan Destiny (1995) African-American, 1/4 Irish.

Mouna Traoré (1995) Afro Haitian and Milian.

Joy Sunday (1996) Nigerian.

Anok Yai (1997) South Sudanese.

Imani Lewis (1999) African-American.

Celia Rose Gooding (2000) African-American - is bisexual and grey asexual, uses she/they.

Non-black suggestions:

Please not that people do not consider all of these suggestions to be dark-skinned but I have been told that they are considered to be darker in their respected industries!

Nandita Das (1969) Odia Indian.

Semmalar Annam (1990) Indian.

Naomi Wang (1992) Chinese.

Yalitza Aparicio (1993) Mixtec and Triqui Mexican.

Kim Adis (1993) Bisaya Filipino.

Louriza Tronco (1993) Ilonggo Filipino.

Nadine Lustre (1993) Filipino (Akeanon, Ilokano, Pangasinan, Tagalog).

Devon Seron (1993) Bisaya Filipino.

Simone Ashley (1995) Tamil Indian.

Charithra Chandran (1997) Tamil Indian.

Nimisha Sajayan (1997) Marathi Indian.

Maris Racal (1997) Bisaya Filipino.

Jike Junyi (1998) Chinese.

Gabbi Garcia (1998) Tagalog Filipino.

Vidya Vijayakumar (1999) Indian.

Tiffany Espensen (1999) Chinese.

Ylona Garcia (2002) Filipino (including Bikolano, Ilokano, Tagalog).

Amélie Barras (?) Indian.

Ketaki Narayan (?) Marathi Indian.

Ayn Bernos (?) Filipino.

Varshita Thatavarthi (?) Indian.

@ THE RPC PLEASE REPLY WITH YOUR FAVOURITE DARK-SKINNED FCS!

[hamatosami]

HamatoSami Presents

"𝐸𝒯𝐸𝑅𝒩𝒜𝐿 𝐹𝐿𝒜𝑀𝐸"

𝒜 𝒯𝑀𝒩𝒯 𝐹𝒜𝒩𝐹𝐼𝒞𝒯𝐼𝒪𝒩

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SYNOPSIS

Anastasia Hall never had things easy in her life. Born and raised in New York City as an orphan her whole childhood, she's developed a good layer of thick skin along with a remarkable street intelligence. Although she was never adopted in her younger years, her high school boyfriend, Zayne Sacks got her through her troubled years.

As she mourns Zaynes tragic and sudden death, she digs to find the truth behind it and stumbles across realities bigger than she could imagine, and also some new unusual friends. One being named Leonardo. Join them on their heartfelt journey as they discover each others pasts and try to navigate their supernatural force that binds them. Will they be able to overcome their differences? How will her past affect their love?

CAST

Nina Dovrev as Anastasia Hall

Madeleine Petch as April O'Neil

Pete Ploszek as Leonardo Hamato

Noel Fisher as Michelangelo Hamato

Jeremy Howard as Donatello Hamato

Alan Ritchson as Raphael Hamato

PROLOGUE

The sirens engulf my surroundings. What was once a headache became a white noise needed to get some sleep. I lay in bed letting my beating heart pound against my chest as it pulsates to my ears.

It's happening again. Another sleepless night. With a hard sigh, I turn over to the cold side of my pillow in attempt to numb my mind to absurdities I've had to overcome.

Life was never handed to me on a golden platter. Originally from uptown Brooklyn, but I've bounced around to different parts of the city throughout different foster homes. I now reside in Manhattan. I was brought up in such conditions you wouldn't even believe were legal. From school to school and home to home, one can only guess how hard of a shell I've developed. I wasn't always a good kid. I never had a lot of means to survive. I had become very equipped in learning how these streets operate and I willing did pretty much anything I had to survive at the time. None of which I'm proud of. A lot of my piers would say I'm rough around the edges, but the facade I've developed overtime was a direct result of survival of the fittest. My sarcasm, dark humor and seamless poker face were the essence of my internal protection.

I gripe again still unable to keep my eyes shut. I found myself in the same position I've been in for most nights. Heartbrokenly lonely, even though, I'll most likely never admit to it. I preferred to do absolutely everything in life alone. It was safer that way. The cities crime has escalated far past what the police force can control. I was living in a real life purge. Only, it never ended. The only upside to it, was that I could get away with most. I also thoroughly enjoyed my little vigilante nights.

What once started as a small curiosity and a search for truth, slowly turned into me becoming a full time vigilante. Through all the dispare and guilt I hold in my heart. It is the one thing that makes me feel like I'm making some kind of difference, or in certain cases any difference at all. The adrenaline I feel from nights of danger will often times be the single emotion I can feel after going numb.

The adrenaline is like a drug to me, the fear of death is a toxic gamble I always willingly participate in.

Deep down I know, there's absolutely nothing for me to lose.

It usually starts with nights like tonight where I'm completely wide eyed and ice cold inside.

After losing my battle for sleep once more, I decide to be productive with my night. I revert from my bed and make my way to the window. I looked a gaze to the city that I had a love hate relationship with. I'm 21 now. And live alone in an obscenity small apartment in the heart of Manhattan. It wasn't much, but it was mine. Overpriced as any apartment would be in the city, but I specifically picked it for the view. I lived on the top floor, and when I wanted to, I could climb out to the rusty stairs by my window and climb to the top. The wind will hit my face and catch my breath, the lights of the city illuminate and help me forget the nightmare I'm surrounded by. This small, disheveled place was honestly the closest thing I had to a home ever in my life. Its cracked ceilings and cigarette stained walls gave it character. I am someone who can find the good in things most people can't.

However after everything I've been through, growing up in the slums of New York, nothing could prepare me for the loss of my boyfriend, Zayne.

I peeped at my clock behind me and it was 11pm. Next to it was an eviction notice I angrily crumpled up and then straightened out again. I was officially 3 months behind on rent. I owed exactly 9 thousand dollars by the end of the week or I'd have to find a new place to live.

Fortunately, I was really good at getting fast money. Not in the ways most people would approve of. Either through a good gamble or complete long a job for someone, I usually could make up money fast when I needed to. After the death of Zayne, I found myself digging deeper and deeper into a whole of recklessness. I never apologize for it.

My mind raced 24/7 it seemed. Between the rising crime in my city and just overcoming the death of a loved one, it was enough to make me physically ill, or in this case, unable to sleep.

When I think of Zayne, I can feel my stomach compress. I feel a wave a pressure run through my chest.

My body shook beneath me.

When I lost him, my entire soul went with it.

My heart sunk deep into my chest causing me to heave.

He's gone. He's never coming back. And I am completely and wholeheartedly alone. It was never supposed to be this way, often times I tortured myself from thinking of him so much. But the pain was always a reminder that he was real. That our love could survive even after death.

But that's why I had a very specific mission.

To find his killer.

Zayne Alaric Sacks. Died at 21 by a gunshot to the head. Immediately ruled as suicide without any investigation. Anyone who was close to him would know he suffered from depression, but would never go to the steaks of suicide. When I heard the ruling, I immediately knew something was off.

After months of tracking and playing vigilante, and ruling out every and any possibility. I narrowed it down a common denominator.

The only group of people I knew powerful enough to just so easily get away with murder right in front of the public eye.

An ancient Japanese clan that everyone knew as "The Foot." In which they inherited the name by seemly stepping on every soul and industry in the city. And the clan was growing at a wider rate, trickling their way into our legislation, law enforcement, stock share holders, and young adults. And just about nothing was being done to stop it.

I have been tracking their whereabouts for months. Coming to a dead end every single time. I needed to catch them slipping up. Just once. Lately I've noticed a pattern in The Foot's robberies. I had every aspect mapped out along my wall, trying my best to pinpoint their next move.

Deep down I knew none of this would ever bring Zayne back, but for the sake of his justice I knew I had to do it. I turned up the police scanner in my room as I did every single night. Turning and tuning waiting for my chance.

It's a Saturday night in September. A perfect and clear night for some crime.

And then a devilish smile allured my face.

Armed robbery in upper manhattan with hostages. Exactly where I'd predicted.

"Let's fucking go." I got into my usual all black. Armed with a hidden pistol under my jacket. And a few daggers in my boots. My mood shifted as my adrenaline overtook my nerves making me feel alive again.

God I love this vigilante shit!

I hopped on my motorcycle that I specifically bought for these occasions. Easy to ditch both the cops and enemies. It took me a few months to get the hang of it, and I still drive it pretty bad. But to me it was all in good fun.

I reved my bike, letting the vibrations stimulate my body, enhancing the rising adrenaline. I was focused as I was reaching my destination, attempting to get there before the cops could. I parked my bike about a block from the scene, following the blue flashing lights.

I needed to scan my surroundings before I got any closer. I scrunched my nose and scrutinized every sense.

I need a better view.

The array of gun shots, sirens and yells echoed off the walls of each city building. I found a nearby fire escape and began to climb letting the cold, wet rust flake onto my hands. When I was finally able to get a good view I got tingly inside.

I saw the foot before my eyes coming in straight from the top of the bank. That would be my entrance as well.

My motive tonight was different from most. It wasn't to stop the crime, it was to find more information. But if I'm able to completely stop the robbery that would just be an added bonus.

The cold air burnt my lungs as I climbed back down. And ran like hell to get there as fast as I could.

The cops had yet to invade the scene and get the robbers.

Typical.

I was impatient and immediately started climbing to the top. Completely in shock that I haven't been spotted yet. As I was climbing I looked above the building and saw what looked like more large figures getting in from the top of the building.

And I say "large figures." Because from what little I saw they didn't look human.

I've heard rumors of The Foot performing various amounts of experiments on humans and animals. So I knew there was a slight possibility that mutations of the sort existed.

I shook my head at the possibility. It had to have just been overly geared up Foot Soldiers. I gulped nervously as I reached the top. I slowly peaked my eyes along the roof to make sure I was alone.

There I observed a perfect circular hole they must have drilled from the top. The technology they would have had to use to cut this without making a sound while doing it in a timely manner would be unheard of.

I took a breath before hopping down, knowing the mess I was getting into. When I dropped down I was in a dark room. I searched for my gun breathing softly, quickly observing my surroundings. I found the nearest exit and tip toed to the side of the door hiding my self. I peaked out along the hallway.

All clear. I just have to move slowly, and quietly.

I was ready for a fight. Carefully putting one foot in front of the other, I made it

To the end of the hall towards what I am guessing would be the main room in the bank.

I heard a single creak behind me and my heart skips a beat, knowing that who ever is behind me is most likely armed.

The creak wasn't close enough for me to attack them, so I fight my hesitation and pretend I don't hear them.

As the creaks get closer my heart beats louder, now I have to gamble my life off of my pure instincts. And this is the adrenaline I lived for. This simple moment of life or death was the darkest pleasure of mine.

I feel them on the right.

I take a swift step behind me leaning right and backwards head boo them.

I hit my target perfectly! I turn around to see my first Foot Clan member directly in front of me. His gun is pointed down from being caught of guard. I kick the gun out of his hand and direct my gun to him, cornering him into the wall.

I can't kill him. I need his information.

I pin him hard against the wall. Gun pointed as I knee his groin.

I rip his mask off to reveal what looked like a teenager. No older than 15.

The Foot is really sending out children to do their dirty work.

The young boy shook underneath me. Terrified that I would end his life. My face softened. My fun was ruined.

"It's okay." I loosened my grip. "I'm not going to hurt you." He nodded his head. "Tell me where your clan is located at. Who is your leader behind all of this?"

"Th-they'll kill me if I tell you" he continued to struggle.

"They'll kill you either way. Whether it's purposely, or as a causation of using you for their crimes."

"We are bound by blood, we're a family." He blankly stated. "My masters are my fathers.

I cannot disobey them."

He sounded robotic and brainwashed. And in every way my heart twisted seeing the sight of this young boy who essentially had no essence behind his eyes.

"Then I'll talk to your masters, all you have to do is tell me where to find them."

The boy chuckled devilishly as his eyes remained stone cold.

"One of them is here right now." "When she finds you you're as good as dead."

"We'll see about that." I smiled before I knocked him out with a single punch to the temple.

I heart grieved for this poor boy whose soul was poisoned by the foot clan. I looted his gun which was a lot nicer than mine and ran back down the hallway in hopes to find this "Master."

I heard a commotion of what sounded like fighting down the hall. And ran around as fast as I could. I hid behind the wall, gun pointed up, loaded and ready to go. I heard multiple people screaming.

My breaths were heavy hearing how many foot members there were.

There was no way I could take them all.

I had to scope the situation. I nervously and slowly peeped around to see dozens of Foot Ninjas. All of them were wearing all black with guns and weapons much more deadlier than mine. My heart throbbed against my chest as I saw the hostages laying on the floor, quaking in fear.

The head leader walked around with a mask on. She seemed to be the only woman. I couldn't get a good look at her.

That had to be one of the masters. I tried

To scope every detail and clue that could lead me to their headquarters or any information that could help me at all.

Just then, all of the lights went dark around me. Smoke bombs went off immediately clouding every once of vision I had.

I couldn't see anything.

I had to keep track of the foot. I couldn't lose them again.

Another bomb went off sending me flying back against the wall. When I fell to the floor my body was limp. The fumes burnt my eyes. I heard an ongoing attack. I heard a mix of metal clanking and screaming.

I rose to my feet trying to make something out, but I couldn't.

When the lights flashed back on, all of the hostages were gone and the Foot ninjas were tied up.

Someone fought the foot. And didn't leave a single fucking trace.

"What the hell?" I whispered. Pointing my pistol down to the floor. "The roof!" I concluded.. I immediately ran back to the top. Hearing the fire alarms go off around me. It wouldn't be long until the cops would be here and my butt would be in a lot of fucking trouble. I climbed on the furniture to reach the ceiling and climb to the top hole and back onto the roof.

I had to get out of here!

I climbed down the building exiting the scene. I ran as fast as I could to my bike, as I drove away I shook my head.

Another failed mission.

"Damn it!" I screamed as I turned another corner.

I was so fucking close this time.

As I was driving my bike in distraught, I couldn't help but hate myself again. I had to do better. In had to find Zaynes killer.

I found myself later that night at my favorite local bar, in desperate need to medicate myself with booze.

"Hennessy on the rocks." I ordered. This was Zayne and Is favorite liquor. I instantly remembered him and why I was trying so hard to get him justice. I looked above to the tv casting the news of the robbery I was at before. I shook my head and scoffed taking another painful sip of my drink. Hoping to drown the embarrassment and shame.

I kept replaying what that boy said to me earlier. About how the foot was a "family." It made my spine shiver at the realization of how powerful and intoxicating The Foot clan was.

"Since when are you old enough to drink?" I heard a voice I recognized, but despised with every fiber of my being. This voice belonged to Zaynes older brother, who I've been avoiding like the plegue. Eric Sacks. An inherited millionaire who never came around when it came to his little brother. Zayne was never too fond of Eric, and likewise I trusted there was a good reason for it. Their parents died in a lab explosion when Eric was 18 and Zayne was 2 years old. Eric inherited millions from their family and from the tragedy.

Zayne always gave me clear instructions to stay clear of his older brother. As they never got along well. And I particularly wasn't fond at Eric's perverted attitude towards me to top it all off.

"Didn't see you at the funeral Eric." My eyes slitted and my body tensed. I was convinced Eric Sacks didn't care about anything or anyone unless it involved money or profit.

He sighed as he sat next to me.

"A millionaire can't always be everywhere at the same time." He gloated. "I did see the zoom video and I must say, your speech was really very, touching." He sarcastically slapped his hand to his heart. I wanted to end him right then and there, but I couldn't find Justice for Zayne if I was in prison for single-handedly killing his brother.

I'll behave for now I guess.

I gulped the last of my drink, letting the Henny burn my throat.

I didn't respond to him, the silent treatment will do for now. He squinted his eyes at me.

"You can sit here and be miserable for the rest of your life Anastasia, but I decided to move on." He snapped his fingers at the bartender. "Another Hennessy for miss grumpy pants."

I rolled my eyes un willfully accepting another drink.

"Yeah, well you and I both know that his death wasn't suicide." I cocked my head to the side with a glare. I knew he knew. "No decent human just simply lets that go."

"Hmm.. is that what you think?" My ears were steaming at this point. "Meanwhile you're recklessly playing vigilante every night."

I finally looked at him, shocked that he knew.

"Hey." He continued. "Despite what you think of me, I'm still going to keep an eye on you to make sure you don't get killed or something."

"You're the last person I want to keep an eye on me." I scoffed. "At least I'm doing something to try and find more about his death."

"Yeah and you keep looking in all the wrong places." He said as his sipped his wine.

"Why, do you know anything?" I chugged my second drink. Letting it numb my heart.

"Maybe... my loads and loads of money that you hate me for might have pinpointed his murderer. Which is why I've been looking for you." As much as I hated Eric, the fact that he also was looking for Zaynes murderer humbled me a bit. "I know you hate me, and that I've been a dick to you for years but, surly we can find a common ground for justice here."

What in Gods name was he saying?

I looked at him finally to see his eyes soften.

"I'm listening." I painfully admitted.

"Have you ever heard of an organization called the Foot?" The moment he said that my heart fell into my gut, quite possibly making my whole body shake.

"Who hasn't?" I countered.

"My team were finally able to track the possible killers, but what we found is highly classified." He sighed. "Can I trust you?"

Trust.

Not something I ever wanted to establish with Eric. But for Zaynes sake, I might have to.

"Yes." I choked.

"The Foot has been running experiments on humans and animals for years, they often weaponize them and turn them into monsters. But in this case, four mutant turtles."

"That's sounds crazy." My eyebrows raised at the thought, I was now talking much quieter.

"I thought so too. Tell me though." He reached into his suit pocket and pulled out a picture of four large figures on a rooftop. Similar to what I witnessed earlier at the robbery. "Have you seen them before?"

I swallowed hard. Taking the picture from his hands. "Ive seen them before. I just... couldn't depict what they were."

"You've seen them?" His eyebrows raised. "Oh my god, are you okay? Were you hurt?" He touched my face, which I immediately turned away from.

"No... they were at the robbery tonight that was all over the news. They were so fast and I missed them." I admitted. I shook my head. "Mutant Turtles?! And you're sure these are the things that killed Zayne?"

"They are the foot's main assassins, they use the mutants because they don't want to risk hurting their own men." It all made sense to me. "Anna. You are single handedly the only person I know who's smart enough to expose them. With my team of highly trained officials and your talent for fighting crime, I think we can finally give my brother the justice he deserves."

"And what exactly would their motive be?" I questioned. "Why would the Foot go after Zayne?"

Eric shook his head and nervously laughed like he knew the truth.

"After I finished college, I found out that our parents did a lot of the Foot's lab work before they died. When our parents found out the wickedness of the Foot the sought to destroy every piece of evidence. I tried to steer clear of the Foot for years, but they were persistent in finding us. The Foot is big on honor and justice. I think they got to him."

I shook my head in disbelief.

"No that's crazy! Zayne would have told me something like this!"

"That's because Zayne didn't know about any of it. I was just trying to protect him, but all he did was hate me."

I sat and thought for a moment.

"Eric. I don't know about this." I began to get up from my chair, but he grabbed my arm.

"What if I told you that we know where the foot will be tomorrow. We hacked into the foot's system and found their next round of robberies set for tomorrow. With my teams help we can expose them."

"Thank you, but it seems pretty clear that you're the one that needs my help."

"I knew you'd wanna bargain. So how about that nine grand you owe."

I blinked hard.

"How did you?"

"You're not hard to keep tabs on Anna."

I took a heavy sigh. And I don't answer him.

"Okay." I said plainly. "But if I help you it's under my rules. We do exactly as I say." I bargained.

"Anything." He looked in my eyes searching for my terms and conditions.

Thank you so much for reading!

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This is a re-write from my original story on Quotev! So I hope my original fans love it!

[archangelmacaron]

Boring musings

Rereading all the karonoe ao3 has to offer and I found a fic I haven't read before and I'm feeling FERAL over it. I gotta write more fic myself, bit I really wanna read more 😭

Why have they irrecoverably altered my brain chemistry and yet I feel like I gotta play it cool and be like haha I like them a normal amount...

I do feel like a few people that know me irl assume my OCs are like, mirrors to Caron and Noel because I like them so much, and although the same concept of a human devil relationship inspired me, that's absolutely not the case!

D & Caron are probably the most alike. They even look a bit alike—the spiky 'hair' (the dark skin is actually from Teacher from Girl From the Other Side) and have a similar job, although to D it literally IS just a job and very unlike Caron, it's not one he takes particular pride in. Holly and D's contract is also settled immediately, there's no real question of what the cost will be.

Holly is extremely traumatized and that's something that deeply affects her as a character and all of her actions, whereas Noel has a very strong sense of self and only has a few incidents that seem like PTSD. Holly also doesn't have a revenge motivation (although seriously, girl, you are so entitled to one!!)

Evelyn and Az I don't think have much in common at all—except the exact same height gap (I did not plan this!) Evelyn is motivated by a desire to no longer feel helpless and then, once she's secure in her new self, a desire to understand Az. (This will be difficult but I believe in you, Evelyn!)

Caron is relatively well adjusted despite everything with his past. Az has *Issues* from his past (and let's leave it at that for now, they will be explained!) He is motivated by a deep love for his family, and later Evelyn, although he doesn't let himself recognize it. They do both seem to share a want to show their partners 'a beautiful life,' but the meaning of that is very different!

Not to mention that canonically Noel & Caron grow to deeply care about each other in a way so unique to their intriguing story, but I'm writing straight up romances between adults with adult problems that are nowhere near as action packed and inspired by many other things too LOL

In Short: very different and I hate that people make that assumption so I think they're reading it (unless they already gave up) through that lens. Like y'all, I am hyperfixated but I write fanfic!! I don't need to make shadow versions of OCs (though frankly i do not judge people that do!!)

I'm just rambling because the darn cicadas (or whatever the screeching insects are) are keeping me awake. Let me rest, cursed bugs!!!

[thew0rstthungevertoexist]

(Camp unplug) Drew Gooden X Afab!reader smut

Warnings: fingering, hand kink, smut, cursing, mentions of weed

Summary: Drew realises y/n was staring and finger fucks them

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you sat at the end of a rocky ledge that just hung over the edge of the river below, your legs hanging over it as you sketched the scenery. knowing I’d most likely have all day to finish it, you took your time trying to perfect the most minuscule of details. you suddenly heard the crack of a twig behind me.

“Kody?” you assumed it was him due to the fact he’d usually come out here to “have the camp special” as he called it “swamp leaf” which basically meant to get high as balls and have me basically drag him back to the campsite. “If you’ve got weed I better get some for compensation for dealing with your bull-“ you turned around not to see kody but to see- “Drew?”

“O-oh I’m sorry was I disturbing you? I’ll leave if you want-“ he immediately started apologising but you cut him off.

“No! It’s fine, come sit if you want” you patted the area next to me, he walked over and sat down awkwardly. “So whatcha been doing to pass the time?” you asked trying to spark up a conversation

“Well I’ve mainly been getting dragged around by Danny to do the most absurd shit for scout badges… but besides that nothing much” he responded looking forwards into the scenery, looking at him closer up you started noticing how… handsome he was? Is that the right word? His sharp jawline, slightly scruffy, dirty blonde hair, the small graze on his knee and the cut in the middle of his nose, both covered up by kiddie bandaids that barely absorbed enough blood to be useful, his hands were slender and defined… fingers long enough to- shit shit shit shit shit! Why was you thinking like this?

“I-I’ve just been drawing and… smoking weed with kody” you snap out of my mini zone out to continue the conversation.

“Were you staring at me?” Drew side eyed me smirking slightly, you went to defend yourself but Drew cut you off “it’s okay if you were, I don’t mind” he slipped his hand closer to my thigh, his slender hands grazing my skin lightly causing me to let out a small whimper.

“Drew-“ you gasped as his hand trailed to your inner thigh as you hugged your sketchbook tight, resisting any noises your mouth wanted to make to indicate pleasure.

“So that’s a yes?” His hand was now between your legs grazing right over the… wetness between your thighs, you let out another small whimper, a dark shade of crimson falling over your face. “Words sweetheart. Words.”

“Y-yes…” you hissed out

“Good.” He slips his hand into your pants. It is all the confirmation he needs before his fingers slip through the fabri, past the wet folds, slipping all the way inside. No warning. No preparation. The wetness gathered at your core is just completely unholy and in the far distance you can hear some other campers muffled arguing. You’re whimpering and he's rubbing your clit with his thumb while his index and middle finger ram into me unceremoniously.

you begin to grind against his fingers, urging him along with your orgasm feeling far too close. "Fuck..." He exclaims with a chuckle in a light dorky way that you unironically love. His eyes clear and he looks down at your shivering body. He jumps out of his reverie and mutters, "-Of course. S-sorry." He stammers then before he rams his fingers into your cunt with extreme fervour and concentration. His brows furrowed and a tongue sticks out over his top lip in sheer focus. your orgasm rips through me like a knife and you buck helplessly against his fingers but Drew doesn't slow his movements whatsoever.

“Fuck- Drew I- Holy- you’re really-… good at this-“ I struggle to get even one sentence out as his long, slender fingers continue to slam into me rhythmically. Your sketchbook is still secured to your chest tightly by your arms, as for your pencil? Lost about 2 minutes ago fell off the ledge unbeknownst to you.

Drew removed his fingers from your pants, leaving me feeling empty. He stuck his fingers in his mouth, tasting your wetness. “To everyone else this never happened okay?” You sat there completely shocked at what just happened.

“Sure. Whatever you say”

[lostinfic]

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#5

Just gonna throw a fem!Mickey Smith in that fic, because Martha deserves a girlfriend and I don't want to picture Noel Clarke.

13 notes - Posted August 2, 2022

#4

The Heligan Cult

-> Chapter 1 to 6 already on Ao3

Pairings: Ten/Rose, Ten/Rose/Master (yes you read that right, I promise it's good), Martha/Fem!Mickey

Rating: E

Genre: All human, college AU, dark academia, mystery and magic, mutual pining/slow~ish burn

Summary: Rose, John, Harold, Donna and Martha are students at the illustrious Heligan university. When Martha finds a coded map in an old book, it takes them to a forgotten place where their true desires are revealed. Whether it's the result of old magic or some hallucinogens in the air, once they become honest with themselves and each other, there is no turning back.

14 notes - Posted November 8, 2022

#3

✨ Complete ✨ Ao3

Summary: Oops, we're still married... With plans to leave their small town, teens Leonora and Elsie eloped, but the marriage ended before it could begin when their parents had it immediately annulled. Ten years later, as Leonora is about to get married again, she finds out the annulment was never finalized. While the clock ticks away toward her wedding, she’s forced to reunite with Elsie to make their divorce official. When romantic feelings resurface, Elsie and Leonora must decide if their unfinished love story is one worth continuing.

Pairing: Leonora / Elsie (OCs)

Rating: M | Words: 25k

Tropes: friends to lovers, exes to lovers, romance, angst with a happy ending, hallmark movie AU, sharing a bed, disaster bisexual, pacific northwest vibes

17 notes - Posted April 12, 2022

#2

You know I'm no good

Hardy x Hannah | 450 words | Suggestive themes Inspired by @gingerteaonthetardis 's moodboard 💛

This is by far the stupidest thing he’s ever had to be a part of: mixing in with the crowd, undercover, at some posh sex party.

Pretentious smut, he reminds himself, feeling out of his depths. But there's a killer at large, and if there's a chance this will protect people, he'll take it.

“Just pretend to be one of them voyeurs,” his boss had said.

Still, there is something undeniably enticing about the glow of the candlelight against the honey-colored stone, the chimes of champagne glasses, the brush of satin and velvet and silk on his touch-starved skin as he walks through the room.

When he sees her, she’s sitting on a widow seat, a book in one hand, a man’s head between her legs. She takes her eyes off the page and looks back at him. His heart stutters. She loses her composure for a fraction of a second but it’s enough to know she has recognized him.

Shit, she could blow up his cover. Blow up his whole life. He’s tried to stay away from her, to resist, he really has this time.

Hannah grips the anonymous man’s hair and raises her hips to meet his mouth. Hardy swallows thickly, but he can’t look away. A phantom flavor teases his tongue. She never breaks eye contact with Hardy, not even when she comes.

Later, when Hannah brushes by him, she slips something in his hand: a key, engraved with a room number.

He walks through the dim corridors in a daze. There are hands on him. Champagne bubbles burst against his teeth. Heat flows beneath his skin. Memories of her wash over him.

The room is mostly empty safe for a Tudor chair, dark wood engraved with patterns that will mark his skin. A coil of thick rope rests at his feet. Not a lifeline. He’s in too deep already.

“Nice suit,” she taunts.

"Nice dress."

She isn't wearing one. She’s wrapped only in midnight blue and charm.

“I’m on duty,” he says.

“Me too.”

She walks towards him. Heels on stone, swaying hips and ruby lips.

“Han…” A weak protest.

“Shhh.”

He sits down obediently and looks up at her with his big brown eyes.

“You’ve tried so hard, working and working, helping others,” she murmurs. There's a rhythm to her words that feels like an incantation. “It’s okay. You’ve done so well.”

She runs a hand through his hair, nails skimming his scalp. Shivers of delight run down his spine. The moon to his ocean, she pulls something deep inside of him. His eyes flutter shut.

“Now won’t you be good for me?”

21 notes - Posted June 1, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Doctor Who - Goncharov AU

"It's for your own good, Rose."

"Don't you dare. If you send me away, I will come back ten times stronger."

563 notes - Posted November 21, 2022

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[mabith]

Books I read in May (asterisks denote rereads):

Ignition! – John Drury Clark Dark Archives – Megan Rosenbloom I Can Do It – Jiang Zi Bei * Revolution – Peter Ackroyd Wait for Me After School – Jiang Zi Bei Hands of Time – Rebecca Struthers Freddy Goes to the North Pole – Walter R. Brooks * The Moonstone – Wilkie Collins The Ends of the World – Peter Brannen Gentlemen of Uncertain Fortune – Rory Muir Fight Night – Miriam Toews O Ye Jigs and Juleps – Virginia Cary Hudson * The House of Mirth – Edith Wharton Mortal Follies – Alexis Hall The Art Thief – Michael Finkel Design for Living – Noel Coward Bank Shot – Donald E. Westlake * The Great Pearl Heist – Molly Caldwell Crosby Mr. Melancholy Wants to Live a Peaceful Life – Cyan Wings *

Ignition! An Informal History of Liquid Rocket Propellants – John Drury Clark This is quite technical, I've retained little other than knowing what hypergolic and thixotropic mean. It made me think of my granddaddy which was comforting and he gets some good humor in there while over using the phrase 'scared me to death' (though it is justified).

Dark Archives: A Librarian's Investigation into the Science and History of Books Bound in Human Skin – Megan Rosenbloom Interesting but not amazing journey mostly into medical ethics honestly. The writing is good but not particularly compelling.

I Can Do It – Jiang Zi Bei * Sometimes you have to learn things about League of Legends against your will because this is such a funny book with such great characters. My friend had to suffer through me constantly chuckling over this on our train trip.

Revolution: The History of England from the Battle of the Boyne to the Battle of Waterloo – Peter Ackroyd Ackroyd's big histories are A Lot but they're good. This is one of those periods where I know certain bits pretty well but the overall picture not at all, so good for me.

Wait for Me After School – Jiang Zi Bei Fairly typical school romance webnovel but this time the iceberg type character is the pursuer. Lots of humor, broke my heart briefly but ended well because that's a requirement.

Hands of Time: A Watchmaker's History – Rebecca Struthers Part memoir, part wider history, good read. Author is the exact same age as me so I could technically be a master watchmaker by now (I mean, if everything in my life had turned out wildly differently, but still!).

Freddy Goes to the North Pole – Walter R. Brooks * One of my least favorite Freddy books (otherwise a GREAT series), because it's absolutely fine to have animals talking but putting in Santa Claus as a character is apparently too much for me.

The Moonstone – Wilkie Collins SO good! SO funny! Compelling mystery! I love Victorian novels so fucking much. My first Collins, excited to read more.

The Ends of the World: Volcanic Apocalypses, Lethal Oceans, and Our Quest to Understand Earth's Past Mass Extinctions – Peter Brannen Generally interesting, feels slightly like the author was forced to bring in current climate issues at times. Author is a science journalist, not a scientist, so you know. Pretty well done though.

Gentlemen of Uncertain Fortune: How Younger Sons Made Their Way in Jane Austen's England – Rory Muir I was expecting more humor which I did not get, but an interesting read. Certain areas felt like a little too much, but great if you're a passionate student of the period or writing a regency romance novel.

Fight Night – Miriam Toews I loved this. The audiobook really adds to it (read by the author's daughter) and I think makes it easier to get into. My book club struggled with realism but forgot this is being narrated largely by a child and then a bit by an elderly woman and we're not necessarily supposed to take it all literally.

O Ye Jigs and Juleps – Virginia Cary Hudson * Comfort re-read. Gobsmacked that Wikipedia is taking at face value the idea that the author wrote these as a child in 1904. Growing up we were quite sure this was the author's adult work writing humorously from that perspective or the work of her daughter. But the internet apparently thinks 'well the daughter says the original essays were burned up in a fire right after she copied them and she only has a massive financial interest in this and her mother is already dead so let's not question that.'

The House of Mirth – Edith Wharton My first Wharton. Very good but MY HEART. You can really tell we've moved into the 20th century when this was published. I was so desperate for the main character to make some different choices.

Mortal Follies – Alexis Hall Read to heal myself from House of Mirth. Gloriously fun historical fantasy sapphic romp. Hall's books are everything and this time he avoids his usual 'breakup then get back together in the last 20 pages' thing.

The Art Thief: A True Story of Love, Crime, and a Dangerous Obsession – Michael Finkel Interesting little book, well written. Prolific art thief who doesn't sell anything, just hoards the art to himself.

Design for Living – Noel Coward Watched the movie recently so thought I'd do the play as well. Don't hit me, but I think the movie is better and not only because it has the two loves of my young life as side characters (Edward Everett Horton and Franklin Pangborn)

Bank Shot – Donald E. Westlake * I really need more people to read the first nine Dortmunder books so we can talk about them. He's such a phenomenally good writer and so fucking funny. If you like Pratchett you'll also like Westlake's humor, though they come from very different directions. This was my first introduction to the series and how I found out about swingers parties age 11 (that's a tiny minor detail). Thanks dad.

The Great Pearl Heist: London's Greatest Thief and Scotland Yard's Hunt for the World's Most Valuable Necklace – Molly Caldwell Crosby Who doesn't love a heist! I've liked Crosby's other books, both on illnesses so this is a departure. Interesting but not amazing.

Mr. Melancholy Wants to Live a Peaceful Life – Cyan Wings * This such a fantastic novel. Like it's just well done and funny and well plotted and all but also it's a response to another whole genre of webnovel (quick transmigration). One hallmark of quick transmigration is often a lack of thought to world building or why this is happening and this book says Nah, Let Me Give You Solid Information. Plus seriously it's so funny, Yu Hua is the best character ever.

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Krister Linder Remix) 17:54 Sly - Like Love (Original Mix) 17:47 Royspop - Mid Summer Nights (Luxury Deluxe Del Mar Mix) 17:43 Starlive Cafe - Playa Del Mar (Chillout Mix) 17:38 Green Lemon Feat Magica Fe - 11 O Clock (Pure Beach Cut) 17:33 Jjos - Breathe 17:29 Flume Feat. Andrew Wyatt - Some Minds 17:24 Dab - Pure Joy 17:18 Bedroom Surfer - Make It Happen ( Meet Her At Costa Del Sol Mix) 17:14 Out Of Sight - Comfort (Afterlife Mix) 17:09 Arrojas - Didascalias 17:04 Sofa Sweeper - The Sad Side Of The Street (Mellow Guitar Mix) 16:57 Chicane - Saltwater (The Thrillseekers Remix) 16:53 Afterlife - How Does It Feel 16:49 Mandrave & Miyagi - Asian Lights 16:44 Saigenji - No Meio Da Chuva 16:40 Alex Cortiz - Smooth 16:36 The Angelica Project - Another Skin 16:30 Steven Solveig - Boa Noite 16:24 Martin Bro - To Lose Part 16:20 Ku You - 40 Degrees 16:16 Andras & Oscar - (I Know) What You Want 16:10 Blank & Jones With Jason Caesar - Hideaway 16:04 Ohm-g - Relax 2 The Max 15:58 Moon De Lounge - Melodia Amore - Buddha Lounge Bar Chillout Mix 15:50 Aural Float - Still Here 15:44 Sweet Velvet - Recalling The Rising Sun 15:38 De Clive-lowe, Mark - Day By Day 15:34 Alex Baratini - My Play (Chill Out Mix) 15:27 Oxen Butcher Feat. Lisa Eaton - Love & Happiness (Original Mix) 15:21 Strange Voices - All Right For Now (3 Times Infinity Mix) 15:17 Aaron Bass - On The Beach 15:11 Klangstein - Deep Dive (Original Mix) 15:07 Jjos - Body & Soul 15:01 Vargo - Get Back To Serenity 14:56 Naoki Kenji - Endless 14:50 Jazz L'amour - Summer Dreams - See The Light Mix 14:41 Aural Float - Dreamer's Dream 14:34 Paco Fernבndez - Al Lado Del Mar 14:29 Rhodescreen - Peace System (Original Mix) 14:24 Chilloutlounge - Letting The Cables Sleep 14:18 Sam Swift - Wonderful World 14:13 Green Lemon Feat. Bernd Langer - Rauchy Stranger 14:09 Bryan El - Ascension 14:04 Koolsax - Evasion 13:57 Sin Plomo & Torsten Stenzel - Sweet Suffering 13:52 Cafe Americaine - Kashmir Wanderer (Nylons Cut) 13:46 Boozoo Bajou Feat. Wayne Martin - Every Hour 13:40 Sweet Velvet - La Realidad (Feat Debora Vilchez) (Ibiza Del Mar Cafe Lounge Vocal Mix) 13:36 Morcheeba - Under The Ice 13:32 The River Gods - Acadia House 13:27 Listening Deluxe - Guitar Dreams (Short Aqua) 13:21 Michael E - Sark Of Searenity 13:15 Phillip Ashmore - Luxury Living 13:12 The Fairchild - Piano Colors 13:07 Riccardo Eberspacher - I Feel Love 13:04 Chris Malinchak - So Good To Me 12:58 Coastline - Adriatic Sea - Lounge Cafe Chillout Del Mar Mix 12:52 Manoa - Jumaira Drive 12:46 Melibea - Fusion 12:40 Nimino - The Back Of Your Hands (Ft. Ashe) 12:35 Omnimotion - Cozy Life 12:30 Avalona - Empty Streets 12:25 Joey Fehrenbach - Untouchable (Feat. Vi Flaten) 12:22 Dragon Lounge - Saigon Sundown (Asia Cut) 12:16 Dab - Pure Joy 12:10 Peter Pearson - Smooth Talking (Moonrise) 12:04 Guenter Haas - Ai Fu Lin 12:00 Plasma - Spring 11:55 Ziller - Pearl & Dean 11:49 Pep Llado Feat. Antonio Martin - Vai Vedere 11:44 T Mo - La Ritournelle 11:36 Roger Sanchez - Lost (Ibizarees The Unforgotten Mix) 11:29 Laid Back - Sunshine Reggae (Peter Visti's & Stella Polaris Remix) 11:23 Mobymusic - Whispering Wind 11:17 Frank Borell - Somber Moods 11:12 Monique Bon - La Musique 11:07 Sinan - 99 Reasonsfeat. Omenzeter 11:03 The Avener & Mazzy Star - Fade Into You (The Avener Rework) 10:57 Jjos - Foolish Game (Feat. Deary's) (Evolution Vocal Mix) 10:50 Balearic Lounge Boyz - Leaving Home (Feat. Guitaragi) 10:46 Airstream - Electra 10:41 Esteban Garcia Vs. Subworks - Runnin (Jazzy Dub Mix) 10:37 Nouvelle Vague - Love Will Tear Us Apart 10:32 Bop - Enjoy The Moment (Unquote Remix) 10:27 Manoa - Repeat It In Slow Motion (Trippin Clouds Mix) 10:21 Blue Chakra - Free From You (Half Tempo Long Chill Mix) 10:16 Noel - Chalito - Ibiza Chillhouse Lounge Mix 10:10 Thomas Lemmer - I Like It 10:05 Miraflores - Waves Of Love 10:00 Triangle Sun - Beautiful 09:55 Pensees - She 09:48 Verda - Es Vedra 09:43 Guss - Milesing 09:39 The Fray - How To Save A Life 09:35 Shakes Seven - Best Friends 09:29 Coastline - Adriatic Sea - Dj Lounge Del Mar Vs. Milews Ambience Mix 09:25 Jeff Woodal - Silver Birch 09:19 Cdm - Many Rivers To Cross 09:15 Afterlife - Espalmador 09:09 Pilgrims Of The Wind - Nothing Can Pull Us Apart 09:04 The Sura Quintet - Lampedusa (Sunset Session) 08:58 James Bright - Be 08:50 Groove Armada - Inside My Mind 08:42 Dr Drummer - Galactica Soul 08:38 No Logo - Matter Of Time 08:33 Gary B - Love Rain Down 08:26 Steen Thottrup - El Alba 08:19 Jean Martin - In My Dreams (Extended Remix) 08:15 Jupiter Jack - Blank Space 08:09 Citrus Jam - Nice Holiday 08:02 Rue Du Soleil - Essential Feelings 07:56 Puff Dragon - Lava 07:49 Frank Borell - Wake Up In Paradise 07:43 Madonna - Frozen 07:35 Universe Music - Guitar Beach Lounge 07:29 Chilloutlounge - Allstars 07:23 4tunes - Where Are You Now (Feat. Hed) 07:18 Noise Boyz - With My Own Eyes (Keys Of Da Sea Mix) 07:15 Jjos - Don't You Want Me (Chilled Mix) 07:08 Zero 7 - Space Between, The 07:05 Michael Hummer - Coffee 07:00 Moon De Lounge - La Mer Se Calme ( Mounier Oriental Sunset Dub Mix) 06:54 Phil Mison - Lula 06:49 Lemon Sol - Beautiful Morning (Piano Cafe Chillout To Ibiza Del Mar) 06:44 Rae & Christian - Still Here 06:36 Deep-dive-corp. - Relaxer 06:31 The Sura Quintet - Relax In Sura 06:22 Toka Kakabadze - Urban 06:15 Fenomenon - Pacific Memories 06:11 Mahoroba - Faire On Tour (Jazzmatic Lounge Mix) 06:06 Farbor Resande Mac - Stockholmsnatt 06:00 Lux - Head Centre 05:57 Mystique - Essences (Rico Van Basten Chill Mix) 05:52 Conjure One - Make A Wish 05:47 Manoa - Walk This Way 05:42 Peter Pearson - Bossalove 05:35 Fresh Moods - The Touch (Enchant Mix) 05:31 Faith Hill - Love Ain't Like That 05:25 Aurosonic, Denis Karpinskiy & Kate Louise Smith - They Wait For Us (Chill Out Mix) 05:19 The Man Behind C. Feat.debora Vilchez - Fluye 05:14 Vanilla - Dreamcatcher 05:08 4tunes - In The Middle 05:03 Amethystium - Calantha 04:59 Pathetique - Dis Moi - Instrumental Cafe Costes Del Mar Sunset Hotel Chillout Mix 04:53 Fluff - Silent Life 04:47 Digby Jones - Pina Colada 04:41 Lange - Frozen Beach 04:37 Chillwave - Massage Del Mar (Beach Cafe Mix) 04:30 Chicane - Low Sun 04:25 Chilloutlounge - Track 8 04:21 Pines - Tell Me (Feat. Water Park) 04:17 Triangle Sun - Beautiful 04:09 Madonna - Secret (Difrankz' 2003 Confidential Chill Out Mix) 04:04 The Essence - Serpentine 04:00 Pete Tong & Chris Cox - Ku Da Ta 03:57 Oh Wonder - Technicolour Beat 03:50 Silent Poets - Moment Scale 03:47 Lowland - Cafe Del Mar 03:41 Leaking Shell - After Hour 03:34 Milews - Miami Beach View - Sunset Del Mar Cafe Lounge Mix 03:30 Re:locate Vs Robert Nickson - Resource (Rechill) 03:24 Henderson - Rain (Desansis Chill Out Mix) 03:19 Gary B - Set Me Free 03:14 Ra-qi Gong - Rainy Days In Shanghai (Buddha Cafe Del Mar Bar Mix) 03:09 Dj Milews - Children (Ambient Del Mar Winter Cafe Mix) 03:02 Pacator - Tränen (Marcielo Ambient Mix Instrumental) 02:55 Yagya - The Phantom Of Us 02:51 Fragile State - Every Day A Story 02:47 Ben Leela - Dreaming A Dream 02:42 Atb - Remember That Day 02:36 Un Homme Et Une Femme - Une Rose Pour Emily (Cafe Hotel French Del Mar Mix) 02:31 Sofa Sweeper - Voice Of Core 02:25 Kitty The Bill - Cabriolet Tour 02:19 Simon Bareilles - The Sound Of Silence (Feat. Sara Keys) 02:15 E-love - Cause I Love You No More (Alster Lounge Chill Out Vocal Mix) 02:10 Noel - Chalito (Ibiza Chillhouse Lounge Mix) 02:04 Skysurfer Feat Lovay - Circling Elements (Down By The 02:00 P.m F.m - Chinchilla 01:56 Cold Blue - Underwater Love 01:52 Five Seasons - In Your Town 01:48 Fidelity - You Don't Know 01:41 Ibiza - Ibiza Blues Swing 01:37 K Vassiliadis Ft Marien - Den Efiges Lepto (Dub Mix) 01:33 Vio Beach - Piano Chillout (Ambient Dream Mix) 01:28 Alex Cortiz - Fingerprints 01:23 Visit Venus - Home 01:19 Brooke - 1 Want To Know What Love Is (Balearic Hypno Dub) 01:13 Timewarp Inc - Epic Tones Feat Rxn (Sundayman 01:08 Floatation Feat. Pierre - Beautiful (Dub) 01:02 Jjos - Lonely (Feat. María La Caria) Manu López-saxo (Lounge Mix) 00:58 A$ap Rocky - L$d 00:52 Gold Lounge - Only A Dream 00:46 Banderas - This Is Your Life (Easy Life Mix) 00:41 Lemonjazz - Gypsy Woman (Erotic Bedroom Affairs Lounge Chill Mix) 00:35 Sine - Flying (Original Mix) 00:32 Mel. T Waters - Glass Reflections 00:24 Salt Tank - Sargasso Sea 00:20 Emapea - Laka 00:17 Moon Tribe - Moon Tribe 00:12 Ringo Orenji - Mikan 00:08 Karen Souza - Do You Really Want To Hurt Me 00:04 York - Bye Bye Baby (Chill Out Mix)