#edwin decorating is so cute

[tragedy-machine]

What if Charles never liked Christmas because it always just meant more time with family, and thus his asshole father, so Edwin loving the holidays and going all out to make it feel special and warm completely changed Charles��� perspective on it and he learned that it can actually be nice so now they both love it 😭😭

[asidian]

Dead Boy Detectives does a lot of things very, very well, but one thing I haven't seen touched on very much is set design. It is phenomenal, and the amount of detail that's gone into literally every scene is truly mind-blowing. I'm going to do a couple of posts breaking down the setting details in various locations I think, but I wanted to start with one that does an incredible amount of storytelling in the tiny understated details.

So let's talk about Charles' room from when he was still alive.

Some of the details are quite small, but I've circled and numbered them so that I can discuss them more easily.

First up, and this one doesn't have a number because it's the entire room, but. They have this boy down in the basement. In a cramped little space that looks like it's twice the size of a twin bed.

Then we come to all the little things that make it so much worse:

1: Charles' room is covered with band posters. If you look closely though, these aren't the kind of posters you'd buy in a store. These are the sorts of posters that they display at venues when a band is in town. Every one of them that's readable has locations/dates/sales info. These aren't someone buying Charles something of his own, to decorate his room with. This is Charles "My smile is pretty convincing" Rowland going to venues after the band has finished its run and asking for the posters to take home.

2: It's hard to tell from the angle, but it looks like he has a couple of model airplanes up on the ceiling. Okay, this one's kind of cute.

3: Again, hard to tell from the angle, but it looks like he has a shelf of sports trophies tucked away back there. This boy tries so damn hard.

4: A dart board. Huh. That's funny. Where are the darts?

5: Oh, here they are. They're outside the room! Like his asshole father! Stole his darts! And threw them at the door!!

6: Probably a boombox, presumably the one that he used to play the tape mentioned in the Devlin house episode. Notably, there are no tapes in sight. Did his father break his only tape?

7: The world's saddest bed, with a ratty old pillow and one (1) single sheet.

8: And as if we needed any more heartbreak in this scene, that's Charles' cricket bat there in the corner. His weapon of choice? The thing he picks up to defend Edwin, over and over, episode after episode, for the entire series? He's cowering practically on top of it while his father beats him. He didn't so much as touch it when it was himself that needed defending.

You're welcome. If I have to be heartbroken over set dressing, I'm dragging you all with me.

[vaguesxrrow]

can u plsss write one about charles with an american reader? like the inspo is the olivia rodrigo song so american lol. like maybe him making fun of her accent and her doing the and back and like the differences between the two cultures?

ACTUALLY INSANEEE bc right before seeing this i was singing that song in my head (i dont listen to olivia but i probably should tbh). alsoo i wasn't sure if you wanted a fic or hcs, so i kind of made a 2 in 1. hope you dont mind! xx

a/n: im not american nor british and ive never been to the usa or the uk... so excuse any inaccuracies pleaseee

tags: g!n reader, american!reader, alive!reader

you shivered and exhaled sharply, your breath misting out in front of you. the moment you stepped outside, you knew you should have piled on more layers, but edwin had been eager in whisking everyone out the door to carry out an investigation for your current case.

you burrowed closer to charles. obviously, he couldn't provide any real body heat, but being near him was a boost in morale to keep going despite the temperature.

"alright?" he asked, putting an arm across your shoulders.

"i should've put on more layers," you grumbled.

charles laughed as he kissed the top of your head. "you can have my jacket."

shaking your head, you declined. "it's fine, it's not that cold. and besides, i wouldn't want to strip you of your british glory and your british coat."

charles snorted. "so it's my british glory, now? who was the one making fun of my accent literally just yesterday?"

"litch-rally," you parroted, grinning. "why is it that all your t's turn into ch's?"

"hey, you're one to talk - what is it you were ordering at the restaurant yesterday? a glass of wa-der, was it?"

"bite me, charles."

he raised his jacket up and engulfed you with it in a bear hug. you shrieked with laughter and wriggled in his hold, but didn't protest when he demanded you hold your arms out so he could put the jacket on you.

"what are you, a soccer player? i thought i was your [boy/girlfriend/partner], not your competition," you teased.

"soccer?" he mocked, outraged. "soccer? it's football, mate."

"mate?" you scoffed incredulously, although you were smiling. "way to friendzone me after months of dating."

"oh, come on, you know you could never get rid of me." charles pulled you in again, this time by your hand. "and for the record, you look cute wearing my clothes."

a few beats of silence, in which you two looked at each other with similar expressions of fondness and exasperation.

"yeah, okay, now get away from me, you victorian fossil." you shoved him playfully, and sprinted away to catch up with the other three. niko waved you over, giggling at charles, who was jogging to keep up.

"victorian fossil? i grew up in the 80s!" he exclaimed. "you know this!"

⌦ ---

- you do know very well that charles grew up in the 80s - you frequently ask him what it was like back then, because naturally, you'd take an interest in your boyfriend's life

- however, charles loves how you're genuinely interested, and get how watching times change can feel a bit lonely for him sometimes

- you're a great listener when it comes to this (which you think you should be greatly accredited for; charles' good looks can be very distracting at times)

- imagine: you and charles in your room as he looks around, inspecting the decor you have on display as he rambles about life in the 80s

- he tells you about a huge movie premiere he went to:

- charles: "get this, right - a ridiculously long line outside the movie theatre. the weather is absolutely miserable, and so are the people. no one's talking at all. i think everyone was just hungry - i saw this lady have tea delivered.

- you: 'i keep forgetting you have stuff like tea times. and did everyone really have the patience to wait for that long, in silence?'

- charles, with a fake american accent: yeah, dude. in silence.

- you throw a pillow at him.

- you also like telling hilariously bad jokes relating to his accent

- you: psst. charles.

- he turns towards you, already expecting another jab at his british-ness

- you: what day do british people eat the most?

- charles, in a deadpan: what day.

- you: chewsday, innit-

- he yells 'NOPE' and walks through the wall, leaving you to wheeze-laugh on your own

[mezzinow]

Imagine Edwin and the Cat King (Thomas) really become something in season 2. So Edwin installs a mirror in Thomas' shed, so he can walk back and forth between his office and the cats' den. Thomas decorates the place a little to make it more welcoming, he installs a bed, furniture, and even a desk so that Edwin can work there. They are cute and happy.

And then, Desire arrives, and makes Edwin realize that it is not Thomas he desires, but Charles. And Charles realizes this too, and accepts his feelings. So Edwin ends up breaking up with Thomas, who because of Despair, will end his remaining lives because he no longer wants to be alone.

(The showrunner said he wanted Desire in season 2, and we already saw Despair in the first one. So this is a more than possible scenario.)

I HATE MYSELF!!!

[alexwilltellyouthings]

Crystal Week Day 6: Celebrations | Hobbies

It's their first Halloween together and Crystal will be damned if she doesn't make it a good one.

Edwin and Charles had expressed different levels of excitement, which was to be expected, and Niko surprisingly has mixed feelings. She is up for all kinds of decorations, but kept quiet when they were discussing a horror movie night. Crystal noticed that she definitely enjoys the holiday, but has some specific limits on the scary stuff.

And so Crystal decided to take it upon herself to curate the entire night so it would be perfect for everyone. She didn't have to do that, and usually she wouldn't, but she had been feeling the need to prove herself to... well, to herself.

She ordered decorations for the office that would make Niko and Charles smile, but not too many that Edwin would complain the whole night about it. She got cute themed cupcakes and other foods for her and Niko, and brought horror themed games — only mildly gory — to keep mostly herself and Charles entertained for hours.

Now, watching Niko get absurdly concentrated on the bloodiest part of one the games, and Edwin moving to fix one of the fallen decorations with a smile, and Charles trying to shove a cupcake on Niko's face to bother her- Crystal feels like she doesn't really know how to properly plan these things. But it works anyway, and that's probably what matters.

[misty--nights]

It’s time for episode 6. I always start these thinking I won’t find much and it’ll be a short one, and then I’ll just keep finding details and the posts get pretty long

The recap editing strikes again. Immediately after Edwin tells Monty “I wasn’t talking about you” we get a shot of his hug with Charles

There are some colorful glasses up on the division between the spaces of Niko’s room (I don’t know the name of that thing) and I can just imagine Niko asking Jenny for a ladder to put them up there. Also there is a blue butterfly glued above her closet door

The sign with the name of Tragic Mick’s shop has a little fish jumping over it, which is really cute

When they first arrive at the shop and are talking with Mick, there is a figure on one of the shelves that kind of looks like a polar bear with a red dress

Niko’s card is pink and has like a cute bunny thing decoration. All of her things are adorable, I love her

It’s really funny just how terrible at lying all of these kids are. They are almost implausibly bad at it, and it’s always hilarious how the others just shrug and go with it

Speaking of, Monty flipping his hair and putting on a dramatic tone to tell them that his good friend has a problem is just peak. This boy is amazing, and his lying abilities fit right in with al the others (to his credit, none of the main kids realized he was a crow before the Cat King reveals the truth, so I guess it’s working for him)

The names for their potential cases are hilarious: Phantom Yodeler, Undead Milkman, Doppelganger Gang, Sentient Pants, Restless Piano Syndrome. (Can’t really make out what the last 2 say, but I can make out the words Cricket Wicket in one, and Gargoyle in the other)

Edwin has a little smile after Niko tells him he looks nice <3

I just realized that the reason Crystal’s attempt at pretending to read the tree is so bad is because she cannot tell that her eyes go white every time she uses her powers

Monty is immediately concerned when Charles says the elemental consumes ghosts. I love how clearly you can see the different emotions on his face, how you can tell the instant he starts to have second thoughts about this plan, even if he is still going to go through with it for revenge (for a little while at least)

Edwin’s science glasses are just for the drama/aesthetic, right? All of the others are standing right there by him without any glasses, so it’s not like they are for protection. Also you have to love the fact that he passes Charles the vial to throw it even though I’m sure it would have been the same if Edwin himself had done it? Charles doesn’t throw it too far, so it’s not like it required a lot of strength or anything. It’s just the way they do things, I guess. Edwin creates the potions, Charles throws them. Brains and brawn

I could be wrong, but I think that when the Night Nurse and Kashi are talking you can hear Angie’s heartbeat in the background

After Charles breaks all of David’s mirrors, the ground of Crystal’s mind place is full of glass (I think it wasn’t before, but my memory isn’t great so I could be wrong about this one too)

I’ve been thinking about since the episode 1 rewatch, but I think it’s interesting that none of the kids (minus Niko) made the connection between Monty the boy and Monty the witches familiar, given the way Esther yells Monty’s name after that first confrontation when they rescued Becky Aspen. I know it’s a wild connection to make, but Monty isn’t that common of a name, and they all were very much there when she yelled “Monty, shut up” at the screaming crow inside of her house. I don’t know, I think it could have been funny for Charles to fixate on Edwin’s new pal having the same name as Esther’s crow, and then for the others to dismiss it as jealousy. It would be hilarious, and it’d give Charles a chance to be all “I told you so” after the reveal

All of the chairs around the table by Crystal’s tree are a little different

Petition to make Crystal part of the Brawn team in the agency, because the way she fights Esther is vicious. She should get to beat the shit out of more enemies next season

Charles sounds like he’s been crying right after Crystal rescues the two of them. His voice is all watery and broken even though he’s smiling

One of Niko’s cushions on her windowsill has an octopus on it

Ghosts don’t have reflections, but they do have shadows. I guess shadows would be harder to remove irl? I noticed the shadows during the scene where they’re thinking of a name for Crystal’s move

The Night Nurse says she’s been working at that post for over two million hours, which means (according to google) that she’s been at the Lost and Found department for almost 230 years. No wonder she’s so done with everyone’s bullshit. Imagine working the same shitty job for over 200 years

[chaoticly-shy-dragon]

I might have lost my mind over @tumblerislovetumblerislife 's sun and moon gods/cloud and star goddesses au - this is the result. (can’t see the stars for clouds - is the fic and it's awesome!)

The girls are just hundreds of sketches in my notebook for now but one day when exams aren't a thing I might draw them in color too! More sketches under the cut as well as additional notes about the fits:

It's the boys and Niko. And the spirits.

Charles is a literal sunshine here and I tried to show that. His laurels exude sunlight;

I took artistic libraries with the veil,,;

As they get closer to that eclipse ritual thing Edwin's veils get less heavy and more translucent-y; the hat's decorations are either jewels made into flowers or those flowers that only bloom at night

Niko's father faded and her hair darkened because of it; she got better with the help of Edwin and a pair of dead dandelion ghosts;

Charles gave Crystal some of his sunlight beams and she uses them when going to functions and official goddess business; they make for great David repellent as well - sharp and vicious as their burn;

Niko's hair gets braided with stardust and shines in blue, red and white when the light hits right;

Lightning earrings exist: Me: I have to learn how to draw lightning so fast

Charles is covered in gold because I could and his shirt is in sunrise gradient because it's thematic and cute;

Edwin's buttons are phases of the moon and his vest has an iridescent shine to it, there are also stars-dots on the veil;

Yes, I did put Edwin in bloomers, no, I'm not sorry;

Yes, I made Charles wear the Orpheus' scarf, no, I'm even less sorry.

[thatonesongyouretryingtoremember]

DBD rewatch notes!

episode 1

Why was Charles making that face before offering Crystal to stay at the office?

Why are they not supposed to interact with the living? clearly Emma has no such qualms.

Crystal speaks up to make sure Edwin hears when she says thank you for taking her in

Why is David a surprising name for a demon? Why IS David called David, if it isn't a demon name?

HOW did I watch the show this many times without noticing the septum ring??

"The living are messy. If she had died last night, I'd have no issue with her being here." OKAY EDWIN. I guess this and the 'no living people' rule must have to do with the Infamous Puppy Debacle of '94. In this case, Edwin is not insulting Crystal specifically, but is being very literal that he would not be worried about taking care of a dead person.

I love how they NAME everything from cases to moves to incidents.

Charles teases Edwin for being jealous, but does he actually think that? Edwin is just overly cautious, and yeah that's causing an issue at the moment, but does he have, like, a record of being jealous of girls Charles likes?

Charles immediately tries to seperate Edwin and Crystal to stop them arguing, and Crystal is like "wait what??" like she's SO surprised. Also kinda love the not-subtle dig at Edwin's behavior. That does not go without retaliation ie: you weren't here when the mail came

WAIT they're going on a walk and taking, like Edwin and Monty. that's cute.

Did Crystal actually thin Edwin was in hero for being evil? I feel like that is surprising to hear regardless. Is it common for Charles to explain to people that his bf was only sent to hell on a technicality??

I think Crystal must have learned about hell from David, because if the ghosts she has met haven't moved on yet they have no way of knowing about hell.

The focus on people staring at Crystal is kinda weird. Does she even realize yet?

What did she used to feel like when people got mad at her for being mean?

What does Charles think about the way Crystal talks about her anger? He says it's cool that she is still alive, but does he admire her honesty too?

The up-and-down when she asks if that line used to work. He didn't even tell her what decade he died. Read him.

Aww she wanted to get Edwin some coffee to cheer him up. She even says hi to him as soon as she's inside. Crystal cares whether Edwin likes her or not. At the very least, she is trying to be nice to him.

How DOES the ghost post work? also the sheer incredulity of Crystal's voice lmao. Why exactly does the mail carrier sneak up on them? is he also dead?

Why does he care who the client is? they already know what the mystery is.

'keep your voice down!' bestie you already flirted at her, she knows.

'it's happening too quickly' Edwin doesn't wanna screw up his routine

good on Crystal for getting straight to business. Becky's ALIVE, boys!

Why do they think Death will come back to the office?

more people stare at Crystal. Dies she really not notice before the malt shop?

I can't help being reminded of that textpost about putting Crystal in the bag and going through a mirror.

Edwin thinks he is so clever with the agency name joke. He is so proud of that one. same thing with his journal of opinions joke. he's having so much fun rn.

I love that every time there's a Jenny scene the soundtrack changes to goth or rock music.

Why is the red LED neat diagram briefly orange and why is Edwin so fascinated by it?

She's scary for all of two seconds before becoming awkward and weird and mean. Jenny, ladies and etc!

Edwin is so menacing here FOR WHAT

Crystal gets the room as is, then never decorates it during the following weeks.

Can those ghosts teleport?? I noticed the dragons so it too, is it a shirt distance thing?? wtf?

pictures of guys, huh Charles? Is there anything else notable about the pictures?

Edwin jesus fuck lay off her. He is looking for just ANY excuse to talk shit.

Charles trying to help out Crystal is nice. I wonder why she doesn't like reading minds though? During the course of the series, she totally volunteers to read minds and it's a go-to solution for her. What happened to put her off it that she doesn't remember anymore?

What'd he do to get burned by the iron?

I guess after knowing ghosts for however long, none of them must have told Crystal about iron.

how does that alarm system via possession even work??

After that silence I kinda thought Edwin went to hell for possession when I first watched LMAO

Esther must have put the shoes in the woods as a distraction. I wonder if the boys would have ever found out if it weren't for Crystal.

they know cats talk and have human personalities and yet Charles sees one and is instantly like "aw fuck off man :((" bro chill

Why is the cat voice so. echoey?

what would happen if somebody tried to sit on the stools that the boys are already on?

Do we ever see anything like this door entrance in a mindscape scene after this? Does she ever walk around while in a trance again?

holy crap Edwin

I guess she takes a while to figure out it's her own brain. mecore.

of course there's an argument now. how could there not be?

then they never follow up on the "our demon" line

poor old Edwin has Charles taking such good care of him that he isn't used to the guy trying to take care of TWO peoples' feelings. Man I know that they don't talk about feelings in your time but at some point you've got to learn that everything you're saying is a fear reaction and not a moral stance.

I love the high contrast in this scene!

Simon's lil smile and Edwin walking away looks SO different with Context.

why tf is the sacrifice named "Mary Ann" and WHAT is Simon's brother into?

"don't do that!" and a breath of relief followed immediately by a jumpscare is SO GOOD. like I get scared by jumpscares but I love when they do it like this.

"It's not that bad" *hoovers the boy* *sells him to a demon*

THE TRANSITION. WITH THE SCREAMING

Why is the same cat here? is he following Edwin? W H Y

you're such a whore 🙄 (cat voice)

What if I offered you a sardine out of my gloves hand and bound you in a magical leash and you were a cat🥺 (and we were both boys)

The cat's mannerisms are pretty convincing IMO. my cat does the same ear thing when she wants me to leave her alone. And the tense shoulder/neck scrunch combo just adds to the effect.

I wish Edwin got to use more magic in the show.

not the apathetic eyebrow raise

me when I dump blood

I love this scene. Jenny is so awkward but also she remembers what Crystal says here. She remembers hearing about Crystal's ex like three times ever and ends up going after that boy with a cleaver. but it all starts with Jenny not knowing if she's allowed to show that she cares.

oh and her shield of cynicism

and the way she asks for more information!!

Charles with the questions! detective-ass.

it's interesting that Jenny and Charles both try to help Crystal while looking through a lens colored by trauma (specifically parental flavored) but Charles is so gentle while Jenny is abrasive.

Crystal! With the self-awareness!!

if you what? finish the sentence, Crystal.

Also she says "didn't you see that" like those pink lights were not symbolic they were real in-universe. Crystal and Niko were still acting hella gay tho. ofc, Crystal was under a spell and Niko is just Like That.

FAIR QUESTION

he doesn't answer whether or not it's weird. He also doesn't wait for an answer of if she'll tell Edwin. He trusts her.

Aww poor kidddsss

Edwin walks in and out of rooms like God sent him

Crystal with the self-awareness once agaiiiin 😎

TRANSITIONS

if she was in that relationship since three months ago and we don't know how long she was possessed for before Emma figured out how to find the boys, she may have already been missing for weeks at this point.

The way she is dressed and the way she's acting is risky different from the memories she gets from the marbles. Is this a real memory? Why would she dress like that, or hang out with those people?

Is the possession paralelled to any of this scary movies that was playing in the theater they go to? bc it looks really familiar.

Edwin is really focusing on the wrong details here, man. Also comparing a scared person to their abuser is not fuckin cool.

YAY! FEELINGS TALK!

I love the sound of his voice in this scene.

I mean I thought it was already clear that neither of them wanted David involved but if Edwin needs clarification that's fine ig

the description of Esther is line a spoken word poem

you know he doesn't get out much when he doesn't know about the internet

Jenny is iconic

absolutely ZERO emotional response to "Like kind of a sexy witch who smokes alot but in a cool way" like maybe they didn't hear Charles. maybe their minds were blocking it out because what the fuck /j

and her coat gets caught in the door and she can't drive. Perfect.

The fuckin twirl. Thank you costumes for cutting the vent stitch because the swooshy coat adds to the effect 🙏

Esther leaves the stove on when she's out of the house? does she want her bird to DIE!? It must be an accident because Edwin has to take it off :o either that, or she wasn't planning on leaving for too long, or knew there'd be someone to take care of it 👀

Also Edwin is EXACT in his reading if the floor plan. Like that is SPECIFIC

is that a sink cabinet? no basin??

an empty cabinet like that is sus anyways. who has that little stuff??

Edwin volunteers and Charles knows he's scared but makes sure he does it anyways. I wonder if there are any more examples of this behavior.

Monocrome; floor littered in bones and shoes. Edwin is 'weighed down'

it's not a void, there's a floor.

Wait Has Esther been planting shoes for the cops to find, then re-stealing them for her snake's nest??

Also how often does she kidnap forms because I feel like she'd either have to run out or get caught at some point.

"bag of tricks" they name EVERYTHING

technically they didn't break in

what did she THINK they wanted?

COLLECTOR

I've already said this but Esther loves things she *consumes*, so her love of birds is kinda bad news for Monty. He's just there to use in her plans.

Also the first time I watched this I thought Esther was trying to kiss Crystal. like that shot is. weird.

Why does Charles want the bird to be his friend and why is he not concerned about its living conditions

rope+ magic weight= OW

technically, since everyone else is only going off of Edwin's (and later Cat King's) word, they might think the snake is huge but realistic. do they know it's like fifty feet??

interesting that they show it takes multiple puffs of smoke to paralyze someone but later when she gets power from that rando ghost she does a whole ranged spell with the pipe because she is more powerful.

that is some weird and impractical snake jewelry on her hand.

MUSIC

appearance ONE of the BAT! he DOES NOT get to use it!

Edwin looks to be MORE bothered by the iron burn than Charles now that nobody is looking.

Do people normally get incapacitated when Crystal does her trick?? or is that special for this time?

I wonder what Crystal thinks watching this possession, since she just got possessed recently.

bag of worms?? not a thing

MONTY im tryna threaten some kids🥺

MUSIC

I guess the woods thing was believable bc she's a girl scout.

Also now that Becky's mind is wiped, she can't see the boys even though she has been close to the supernatural. I guess it would have worked on Jenny too if she chose that.

is now a good time to mention: I LOVE Crystal's weird-ass jacket. and she's wearing overalls again today, like in episode (six? I think?)

so now are they on David's case? I guess not lmao

The Night Nurse's hair is so funny to me. She is the only person who would ever think to wear victory rolls with a microfringe.

why are those photos so low-quality and why is the Afterlife Lost and Found a liminal '50s office building full of women?

[katarinathecat]

Hanna's Squirrel Tale fanfiction

It was a beautiful snowy day in December where Hanna Bloom, her father Daniel, grandmother Orchid and pet cat Ginger were on having a car ride to a cottage they rent for the holiday in a forest outside London while they listened to Christmas music, including ”Last Christmas” by WHAM. ”I’m so excited for this Christmas holiday!” said Hanna with a smile while she stroke gently on Ginger who was sitting on her lap and purring. ”Same here, Snow White. It sure is a lovely way to spend the whole Christmas with families and friends.” smiled Orchid. ”I agree, mum.” smiled Daniel. ”And I hope this will be the best Christmas ever.” but then he sighed sadly when he thought about late wife Doris who died of pneumonia when Hanna was still a baby. When they arrived at the area of rental vacation cottages, they met up with their friends and neighbours. Pikanya and her family, Rocky Garnet and his family, Linnea Fluffson and her family, Monica and her father Alejandro and his parents, Sonic, Amy, Tails, Knuckles, Rouge, Shadow, Blaze, Silver, Marine, Rob O Hedge, Team Chaotix included Ray and Mighty, Uncle Chuck, Cream, Vanilla, Cheese, Manic, Sonia, Aleena, Scourge, The Pansy family Edwin, Momoe and their children Mariko and Elliot, Juniper, Haily, Andrew, Genai the White Echidna Genie, Geena the Black Echidna Genie, Carpert the Magic Carpet, Shahra the Genie, Chip the Light Gaia, Marvel Whyte the Echidna and his family, Prince Twister the grey Hedgehog, his mother Helen and their pet blue tiger Luna and some other friends and family from the world of Ebon. “Hola, Danny, Hanna y Orchid!” said Alejandro when he saw the Bloom family. “It’s great to see you here, amigos!” “Hello, Al!” smiled Dan. “It’s also great to see all of you here!” Ginger ran happily towards Monica and stroke herself against her legs and purring. “You’re so cute, Ginger.” giggled Monica as she stroke Ginger gently. Suddenly Marvel’s pet cat Brad ran happily towards Hanna and stroke himself against Hanna’s legs. “It’s great to see you too, Brad.” giggled Hanna as she picked him up and cuddled him as she turned to Marvel. “And you too, Marv.” “Thanks, Hanna.” Marvel smiled as he blushed. “Let’s go inside our cottages and start Christmas decorating.” said Vanilla with sweet enthusiasm. Everyone went inside their cottages, decorating them with Christmas decorations, placing their foods in the fridges and freezers, placing things they need to bake or cook. After they were done decorating inside their cottages, Vector, Mighty and Espio, Daniel and Hanna, Alejandro and his father José, Sheldon and Pikanya, Genai, and Geena, Edwin and Mariko were off to the woods to find perfectly good pine trees that are not too small and not too big while Sonic, Knuckles, Tails, Linnea, Shahra, Chip, Scourge, Monica, Melissa, Tommy, Olivia, Elliot, Mariko, Rob, Manic, Charmy, Randy, Harold, Ray and Marine were having fun in the snow like, snowball fighting, making snow angels and building snowmen. Amy, Cream, Vanilla, Haily, Kimberly, Orchid, Momoe, Alejandro’s mother Isabella and some of the mothers were baking Christmas treats while some of the fathers stashed the firewoods in the storages and placed the rest of them in boxes next to their fireplaces, Shadow sat on an armchair and looked at the winter snow view through the window sighed as he thought about his late friend Maria. Rouge gave him a cup of hot chocolate to cheer him up. He smiled lightly because he knows she wanted to cheer him up and how she understood his loss. Hanna, Marvel, Pikanya, Rocky, Juniper and Twister, Blaze and Silver took a walk in the snow and took a sled ride on a hill, Sonia brushed her hair as she got dressed fancy. But then Sonic and Manic threw their snowballs at her through the window, laughing. She got angry and then threw their snowballs at them. They got angry and Sonia smiled proudly as she closed the window, removing snow from her and fixing her hair again. Once she got dressed up nicely, she and Knuckles took a fancy walk in the snowy forest looking at the winter beauty while the pets were in the cottages sleeping and relaxing in warm rooms. Meanwhile deep in the forest, there were 4 red baby squirrel siblings playing with each other. They were two boys and two girls, They were chasing each other and wrestling each other. They had such fun time together. Later, they decided to play hide and seek. The first squirrel girl was the one to count to hundred on a rock even though they didn’t talk. The first boy squirrel hid in a pine tree, the second boy hid in a pile of dry leaves he found and the second girl hid under a huge bark. Suddenly Hanna and Daniel arrived and they saw a the same pine tree the baby squirrel was hidden but they didn’t know he was in there. “Look, Snow White.” said Daniel. “This looks like a nice tree.” “Yes.” she nodded “This is also a perfect size. Can we have that tree.” “Yes.” Danny replied as he chopped the tree down. But the baby squirrel felt the chopping on the tree but he held on it tight. The tree fell down but luckily the squirrel boy survived and was unharmed. Sadly he didn’t have time to leave the tree when Danny and Hanna carried the tree and headed on to their cottage. After the first squirrel girl finished counting, she looked over for her siblings and found her siblings except for the first brother. They were looking all over for him but they didn’t find him. Then they say snowprints of the tree and the footprints of Hanna and her father. They were worried and ran into their home acorn, telling their parents that he was missing. They got worried, left their home to got find the squirrel boy. The siblings followed their parents to go him and it’s going to be quite a long journey. When Hanna and Daniel along with their friends returned to their cottages with the pine trees they found. They placed the trees in the cottages and decorating them. Once they were done. They placed some hazelnuts, almonds and walnuts in a bowl in the living room. After Hanna and her family left the living room to hang out with their friends. The baby squirrel boy, looked at the decorations on the tree really amazed. He had never seen such beauty like this before. Even though he was scared because he didn’t know where he was. Then he saw a bowl of nuts. He was hungry and decided to get out of the tree to go get some nuts and ate some of them until he got full. But then he heard noises. He was scared and he ran back into the tree and hid there. When Hanna was about to get some bags of marshmallows which was next to the bowl, she saw some empty nutshells on the table. “Strange?” She thought to herself as she examines the shells. Hanna just shrugged and left the living room while bringing the marshmallows to the kitchen to make hot chocolate. When Ginger went to the living room, she saw the tree amazedly and decided to climb onto it. First, she played some of the Christmas balls hanging in the tree. Then, when she climbed up onto the tree, she saw something moving inside the tree. Ginger looked inside where she found the baby squirrel boy. He squeaked in fear and ran and hide under the tree. Ginger was surprised but she felt bad that she didn’t mean to scare him. She walked towards the couch, meowed calmly as she tried to calm him down and told her she didn’t want to eat her and asked him what happened and how he got inside the cottage. The baby squirrel boy explained everything to her what happened. She felt sorry for him. Ginger decided to show her family to him. She went into the kitchen where she found her family making hot chocolates and she meowed. “Ginger? What’s wrong, girl?” asked Hanna. Ginger walked to the living room. They followed her where she looked under the couch, Hanna was the first to approach the couch. Looking at what Ginger saw where the scared baby squirrel. “Awww, it’s a baby squirrel!” said Hanna. “You poor thing. You must be scared.” She took a hazelnut from the bowl to convince him to come out that she and her family and cat were harmless. He hesitated a bit but he walked towards it and ate the nut. Once he finished it, he felt encouraged and jumped onto Hanna’s palms. “That’s a good baby squirrel.” she smiled. She saw the tree, realizing that he was hiding in the tree and that was how he got into the house. She sympathized with him for how he went through. “Oh dear, you must have been lost and got separated from your family.” She stroked him gently. Ginger stroking her face against him and purred affectionately while licking. He stroked her back and nuzzled her affectionately. The baby squirrel climbed onto Hanna’s shoulder. Curling playfully inside her hoodie which made her giggle and then he nuzzled against her cheek. Hanna picked up again and smiled while her family giggled. “You must be a playful little guy.” She giggled. “I think I should call you “Digger”. So, you like that name”. He nodded happily and then he nuzzled himself against Hanna’s father and grandmother as they giggled. The next day on Christmas Eve, Hanna, Ginger and Digger has such a lovely bond together, same goes with their family and friends. Like Digger playing with the pets even Cheese the Chao, sleeping inside Hanna’s hoodie, climbing playfully on some of the friends’ and families, sitting on their heads while they giggled and laughed. Hanna, Ginger and Digger took a walk in the snow along with their friends and family, took a sled ride and building a snow sculptures. Later they got inside their cottages, having Christmas Dinner, sitting on couches, drinking tea and hot chocolates with marshmallows or whipped cream, watching Christmas Movies like “How the Grinch Stole Christmas animated short film by Chuck Jones”, “Home Alone 1 and 2”, “A Charlie Brown Christmas”, “Mickey’s Christmas Carol” and “Muppets’ Christmas Carol with the song “When love is Gone””, listening to Christmas songs and even the Nutcracker music. Some of them just relaxing on the couches and armchair while some others were playing some games, hearing some Christmas stories, reading books, Amy kissed Sonic under the mistletoe which made him blush while everyone giggled, Alejandro and Daniel drank some eggnog talking about their Christmas bonding and even talked about how much they missed their late wives and wished they were there but they still knew they still live in their hearts and memories. While Hanna had Ginger on her lap while Digger rested in her hoodie. While Digger enjoyed the bond with his new friends, he still felt sad about being far away from his family. “There, there, there, Digger.” said Hanna stroking him with comfort. “I know how you feel. You sure missed your family so much.” Then she picked up a photo album with pictures of her and her family including her deceased mother and showed them to Digger and then showing him pictures of her house. She looked sadly at the pictures of Doris. The bond with her parents. Hanna’s first Christmas with them when her mother was still alive.” “I wish she was here.” Hanna sighed sadly. After the party, everyone went to bed. As she got dressed and ready for bed, she saw Ginger and Digger sleeping in the cat bed together. She smiled at them and went to sleep. Meanwhile during the snowstorm squirrel family searched everywhere but they got tired, sad and worried. They rested in a tree and sleep for the night even though they were still worried about Digger. On Christmas Day Morning, Hanna still slept until Ginger and Digger woke her up by Ginger rubbing her face while Digger licked her cheek. “Alright, alright. I’m up! Stop it, you little rascals!” giggled Hanna as she got up and cuddled with them. “Good morning, guys.” “Snow White! It’s Christmas! Time to get up!” cried Danny where his came downstairs. “Yes, Daddy.” Said Hanna. “I’m up.” She got downstairs where her family had pancakes with bananas and berries breakfast. After breakfast, they went living room had presents under the tree, opening their presents and they got happy with what they got. Suddenly Digger saw something familiar. Looked through the window and he saw his family. “My goodness. Who could that be?” Orchid asked as she, Daniel and Hanna went to see through the window. “It must be Digger’s family.” said Daniel. Digger squeaked happily with tears fell from his eyes. Hanna opened the window to let Digger go outside so he can meet them. He squeaked and ran happily towards them. When his family saw him, they squeaked and ran happily towards them. They embraced him, tears of joy falling from their eyes as the Bloom family smiled to see Digger reunited with his family. But when they were about to leave Digger wanted them to show The Bloom family to them. He walked towards the Bloom family as his own family followed. Showing them that they were harmless including Ginger. His family climbed onto the Bloom family even Ginger and nuzzled themselves to their faces and hugged them as thanks for taking care of him so well. “These are such sweet squirrels.” Orchid smiled. “Indeed.” chuckled Daniel. “Would you guys like to join us for our Christmas Party?” asked Hanna sweetly. The Squirrel family nodded and as they joined the Christmas Party. Hanna gave the family member each name. She called the father squirrel “Ivan”, the mother “Berry”, the first sister “Hazelle”, the second sister “Sunny” and the second brother “Chester”. They liked their new names. So, the Squirrel family joined everyone for the Christmas celebration. They were having such a good time, playing and bonding with the pets, having a little feast on the nuts after bonding and playing with their new friends. After the party, The Squirrel family were leaving the cottage to return home and bid everyone farewell and thanked them for their bond and taking care of Digger well. Digger and Ginger nuzzled each other’s faces in tears of goodbye and then he jumped into Hanna’s hand and nuzzled his face against her cheek tearfully. “Goodbye, Digger!” said Hanna tearfully. “We’re all going to miss you, and your family”.  She kissed him on the forehead as she gently put him down. The squirrel family waved goodbye as they left while everyone waved to them goodbye. “Goodbye!” said Hanna as she waved. “And Merry Christmas!” After they left, Ginger sobbed while her tears fell while Brad nuzzled himself against her face as he tried to comfort her. Later, before Hanna got ready for bed, she looked at the new photos of Digger and his family in the photo album and sighed as she and Ginger looked through the window, staring and the moon and the stars and thinking about Digger and his family. Meanwhile, after the squirrel family returned home to their tree, Digger looked through the hole and stared at the sky with a sigh, thinking about his bond with his new friends, and his family joined them. As they stopped staring at the sky, they got into bed and fell asleep. The End!

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Edwin Denby's Against Meaning In Ballet, read by Anne Carson.

AGAINST MEANING IN BALLET

Some of my friends who go to ballet and like the entertainment it gives are sorry to have it classed among the fine arts and discussed, as the other fine arts are, intellectually. Though I do not agree with them I have a great deal of sympathy for their anti-intellectual point of view. The dazzle of a ballet performance is quite reason enough to go; you see handsome young people-girls and boys with a bounding or delicate animal grace- dancing among the sensual luxuries of orchestral music and shining stage decoration and in the glamour of an audience's delight. To watch their lightness and harmonious ease, their clarity and boldness of motion, is a pleasure. And ballet dancers' specialties are their elastic tautness, their openness of gesture, their gaiety of leaping, beating, and whirling, their slow soaring flights. Your senses enjoy directly how they come forward and closer to you, or recede upstage, turning smaller and more fragile; how the boys and girls approach one another or draw apart, how they pass close without touching or entwine their bodies in stars of legs and arms-all the many ways they have of dancing together. You see a single dancer alone showing her figure from all sides deployed in many positions, or you see a troop of them dancing in happy unison. They are graceful, well mannered, and they preserve at best a personal dignity, a civilized modesty of deportment that keeps the sensual stimulus from being foolishly cute or commercially sexy. The beauty of young women's and young men's bodies, in motion or in momentary repose, is exhibited in an extraordinarily friendly manner.

When you enjoy ballet this way...you don't find any prodigious difference between one piece and another, except that one will have enough dancing to satisfy and another not enough, one will show the dancers to their best advantage and another will tend to make them look a little more awkward and unfree. Such a happy ballet lover is puzzled by the severities of critics. He wonders why they seem to find immense differences between one piece and another, or between one short number and another, or between the proficiency of two striking dancers. The reasons the critics give, the relation of the steps to the music, the sequence of the effects, the sharply differentiated intellectual meaning they ascribe to dances, all this he will find either fanciful or plainly absurd.

Has ballet an intellectual content? The ballet lover with the point of view I am describing will concede that occasionally a soloist gives the sense of characterizing a part, that a few ballets even suggest a story with a psychological interest, a dramatic suspense, or a reference to real life.

In such a case, he grants, ballet may be said to have an intellectual content. But these ballets generally turn out to be less satisfying to watch because the dancers do less ballet dancing in them; so, he concludes, one may as well affirm broadly that ballet does not properly offer a "serious" comment on life and that it is foolish to look for one.

I do not share these conclusions, and I find that my interest in the kind of meaning a ballet has leads me to an interest in choreography and dance technique. But I have a great deal of sympathy for the general attitude I have described. It is the general attitude that underlies the brilliant reviews of Théophile Gautier, the French poet of a hundred years ago, who is by common consent the greatest of ballet critics. He said of himself that he was a man who believed in the visible world. And his reviews are the image of what an intelligent man of the world saw happening on the stage. They are perfectly open; there is no private malignity in them; he is neither pontifical nor "popular"; there is no jargon and no ulterior motive. He watches not as a specialist in ballet, but as a responsive Pa- risian. The easy flow of his sentences is as much a tribute to the social occasion as it is to the accurate and elegant ease of ballet dancers in action.

His warmth of response to personal varieties of grace and to the charming limits of a gift, his amusement at the pretensions of a libretto or the pretensions of a star, his sensual interest in the line of a shoulder and bosom, in the elasticity of an ankle, in the cut of a dress place the ballet he watches in a perspective of civilized good sense.

Ballet for him is an entertainment-a particularly agreeable way of spending an evening in town; and ballet is an art, it is a sensual refinement that delights the spirit. Art for him is not a temple of humanity one enters with a reverent exaltation. Art is a familiar pleasure and Gautier assumes that one strolls through the world of art as familiarly as one strolls through Paris, looking about in good weather or bad, meeting congenial friends or remarkable strangers, and one's enemies, too. Whether in art or in Paris, a civilized person appreciates seeing a gift and is refreshed by a graceful impulse; there is a general agreement about what constitutes good workmanship; and one takes one's neighbors' opinions less seriously than their behavior. Gautier differentiates keenly between good and bad ballet; but he differentiates as a matter of personal taste. He illustrates the advantages the sensual approach to ballet can have for an intelligence of exceptional sensual susceptibility and for a man of large sensual complacency.

…I don't mean that so orderly and respectable an entertainment as that of art is made for the susceptibilities of kittens or children. But consider how the enormous orderly and respectable symphonic public enjoys its listening, enjoys it without recognizing themes, harmonies, or timbres, without evaluating the style historically or even knowing if the piece is being played as the composer intended. What do they hear when they hear a symphony? Why, they hear the music, the interesting noises it makes. They follow the form and the character of it by following their direct acoustic impressions.

Susceptibility to ballet is a way of being susceptible to animal grace of movement. Many people are highly susceptible to the pleasure of seeing grace of movement who have never thought of going to ballet to look for it. They find it instead in watching graceful animals, animals of many species at play, flying, swimming, racing, and leaping and making gestures of affection toward one another, or watchful in harmonious repose. And they find it too in seeing graceful young people on the street or in a game or at the beach or in a dance hall, boys and girls in exuberant health who are doing pretty much what the charming animals do, and are as unconscious of their grace as they. Unconscious grace of movement is a natural and impermanent gift, like grace of features or of voice or of character, a lucky accident you keep meeting with all your life wherever you are. To be watching grace puts people into a particularly amiable frame of mind. It is an especially attractive form of feeling social consciousness.

But if ballet is a way of entertaining the audience by showing them animal grace, why is its way of moving so very unanimal-like and artificial? For the same reason that music has evolved so very artificial a way of organizing its pleasing noises. Art takes what in life is an accidental pleasure and tries to repeat and prolong it. It organizes, diversifies, characterizes, through an artifice that men evolve by trial and error. Ballet nowadays is as different from an accidental product as a symphony at Carnegie Hall is different from the noises Junior makes on his trumpet upstairs or Mary Ann with comb and tissue paper, sitting on the roof, the little monkey.

You don't have to know about ballet to enjoy it; all you have to do is look at it. If you are susceptible to it, and a good many people evidently are, you will like spontaneously some things you see and dislike others, and quite violently too. You may be so dazzled at first by a star or by the general atmosphere, you don't really know what happened; you may on the other hand find the performance absurdly stiff and affected except for a few unreasonable moments of intense pleasure; but if you are susceptible you will find you want to go again. When you go repeatedly, you begin to recognize what it is you like, and watch for it the next time. That way you get to know about ballet, you know a device of ballet because you have responded to it, you know that much at least about it. Even if nobody agrees with you, you still know it for yourself.

That the composite effect of ballet is a complex one is clear enough. Its devices make a long list, wherever you start. These devices are useful to give a particular moment of a dance a particular expression. The dancers in action give it at that moment a direct sensual reality. But if you watch often and watch attentively, the expressive power of some ballets and dancers will fascinate, perturb, and delight far more than that of others, and will keep alive in your imagination much more intensely long after you have left the theater. It is this aftereffect that dancers and ballets are judged by, by their audience.

To some of my friends the images ballet leaves in the imagination suggest, as poetry does, an aspect of the drama of human behavior. For others such ballet images keep their sensual mysteriousness, "abstract," unrationalized, and magical. Anyone who cannot bear to contemplate human behavior except from a rationalistic point of view had better not try to "understand" the exhilarating excitement of ballet; its finest images of our fate are no easier to face than those of poetry itself, though they are no less beautiful. 

Ballet, MARCH 1949

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URL: https://ift.tt/ANE47Tx “I’m not going to ask what’s wrong. So, you can stop making those noises.” Charles grinned over at him. He knew full well what was wrong with Edwin, and he was not going to get involved in the debate again. “It is just entirely ridiculous, Charles.” Edwin stood up, closing the book that had been in front of him. Okay. Maybe they were getting involved in the debate again. “C’mon mate, it’s just a bit of fun. You like it when I decorate for Christmas.” Charles tried to reason with him, knowing there was no point. Edwin had made his feelings on Halloween abundantly clear many, many times that week.  --- Edwin Payne had gone over 100 years without celebrating this commercial nonsense of Halloween. He did not intend to start now. [unfortunately, Charles Rowland and his puppy dog eyes had other ideas]. Deadboyween - day 11- Halloween (Words: 2,256) - OK cute in general but bookmarking specifically for the scene immediately following Edwin complaining about how ghost decorations don't look like ghosts because I cracked the fuck up !!!fandom, !!fic, |site:ao3, +fandom:dead.boy.detectives.(tv), ::rating:general.audiences, ~author:hse11z5, character:edwin.paine.|.edwin.payne, character:charles.rowland.(dcu), relationship:edwin.paine.|.edwin.payne/charles.rowland, ::category:m/m, \no.archive.warnings.apply, ~ao3:edwin.payne.does.not.like.halloween, ~ao3:edwin.payne.does.not.see.the.point.in.any.of.this.nonsense, ~ao3:charles.rowland.loves.halloween, ~ao3:edwin.paine.|.edwin.payne.loves.charles.rowland, ~ao3:much.halloween.cuteness.ensues, ~ao3:halloween, ~ao3:pumpkin.carving, ~ao3:bobbing.for.apples, ~ao3:trying.to.dance.the.time.warp.when.you.cant.tell.your.left.from.your.right, ~ao3:charles.rowland.is.still.figuring.stuff.out, ~ao3:(can.be.read.as.platonic.if.you.really.need.to), ~ao3:fluff

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MySims

Pt 1

Annie Radd

Annie Radd is a rock n' roll girl who loves music and singing. She is a potential resident ready to rock, as well as a minigame host, and rockstar client turned potential recruit for the Sim Protection Agency. Hello, [town name]! Annie Radd is here... to... ROCK!!! So tune up your air guitars and get ready! Although rock music, by its nature, the greatest art form ever created, I do appreciate a stirring symphony or the subtle inspiration of a delightful sonata every now and then... Wait, what did I just say? Alright, time to get back to RAWKIN' THE WORLD!

Songs written: "All the Animals", "Kittens Got Claws" and "Drowning (Without Your Love)"

Interests: Fun, Geeky

Dislikes: Studious

Chaz McFreely

An actor/stuntman

Charles "Chaz" McFreely is a daredevil stuntman who's never content until something has been done "to the extreme." He tends to be cocky and is slightly naïve at times. Chaz often butts heads with other Sims, mainly Travis and Luke, due to the fact that all three have some sort of a crush on Summer. Aside from being a stuntman, Chaz also serves as a potential resident, a potential finance advisor[1], a student at The Royal Academy, a minigame host, a rival racer, a client, a hotshot pilot, and the leader of Team McFreely. Chaz McFreely is an extreme stuntman. He takes extreme sports really seriously and is ready for any challenge that comes his way. Extreme sports legend Chaz McFreely has done it all, but he won’t rest until he’s done it all to the MAX!! "WOOOORD! it is I, extreme sports legend Chaz McFreely, at your service!"

Interests: fun, spooky

Dislikes: geeky

Beebee

A cosplayer at heart. Loves anime and manga. Lives in Mt. Komorebi. Is sweet to cover up/run away from her mental problems. Decorates everything on the outside to overcompensate for her glum inside.

Beebee is the "bunny princess". Her house has a lot of cute furniture, including chairs that look like bunnies, and a couch shaped like a carrot. Meet Beebee, the bunny princess! Even without the ears, she has a ravenous appetite for carrots!

Interests: Cute, Geeky

Dislikes: Tasty (ed..?)

Vic Vector

Vic Vector knows everything there is to know about action figures, comic books, and video games. He spends his time watching sci-fi marathons, going on internet fantasy programs, and playing arcade games. His favorite video game is Plane vs. Eye. Vic has had several jobs, which include owning and running an arcade, an environment advisor[1], a janitor on Rocket Reefturned astronaut for Dr. F, a minigame host, and a paranormal government investigator, working alongside Rosalyn P. Marshall. Vic Vector is a mega-geek to the MAX! He comes to the Town Hotel in hopes of owning an arcade. Vic will talk a lot about different video games and sci-fi TV shows, which all play into his tasks.. He will ask the player to build him a few arcade games, as well as a couch, television, and refrigerator to get his arcade ready for business. Vic Vector is better known by his online name, AwesomElf42. He spends most of his time in a land of fantasy – a land where heroes undertake epic quests, dragons and magic are real, and men in their 30’s can play with action figures all day.

Interests: Geeky, spooky

Dislike: cute

Pinky

A transgirlie who loves the colour blue.

Pinky is a teenage girl who in love with the color blue. She talks about the color blue on any given occasion and even has a blue house. Pinky is a typical resident, minigame host, as well as a client/potential recruit for the Sim Protection Agency. Pinky is a teenage girl who loves the color blue. She always talks about the color blue and wants liked her blue things to be cute. Despite her obsession of blue, the reason her name is "Pinky" remains a mystery. Pinky loves anything that's blue. Blue dress, blue eyes-she even has blue hair! Wait... why is her name Pinky?!

Interests: Cute, Geeky, Jazz music

Dislikes: Studious

Edwin

Edwin loves the taste of mayonnaise and always talks about it. He enjoys eating any kind of food, but mayonnaise is what he talks about more than any other food. When Edwin bites into just about anything, he’s happy. Sometimes, he chews on his own tongue, just for kicks! "You know why I respect mayonnaise? 'Cuz it comes in a jar, not one of those fancy-pants squeeze bottles!" - "Can I let you in on a little secret? Sometimes, when you're hungry enough, all you need is mayonnaise and a spoon!" Silly humour, a bit like Dylan Lenivy.

Interests: Tasty, Geeky

Dislikes: Spooky

Violet Nightshade

Relationships:

Poppy: Violet is Poppy's older sister. She cares deeply for Poppy, but sometimes can't stand her perkiness and love for bright and cheerful flowers. In MySims Kingdom, she moves to Cutopiato be closer to Poppy. While Violet sometimes regrets leaving Spookane, she would rather be with Poppy. If the player completes the Ninjas Flipping Out mission before 1.23 Jigawatts Required in MySims SkyHeroes, Violet will reveal she only joined SkyForce to protect Poppy.

Lord Daniel: By the end of the Cutopia storyline in MySims Kingdom, Violet and Lord Daniel form a relationship, and go on picnic dates everyday.

Sir Vincent Skullfinder: In MySims, Violet appears to be unaware of Sir Vincent's crush on her, but the two will get along due to their shared interests. In MySims SkyHeroes, Skullfinder betrays SkyForce by selling the location of their base to the Chaos Pirates, so it is likely Violet resents him for that.

Olivia: The two are never seen together until the credits of MySims Agents (DS), where they are seen dressing up Weather. It is possible they are friends.

Justice: In MySims SkyHeroes, Violet acts as Justice's second-in-command and logistics advisor. The two have what could be seen as a father-daughter relationship. (Poppy and Violets adoptive father)

Weather: a cat she saved from when she was a Cat photographer at a horrible place that mistreated the cats; now Weather lives with her.

Poppy Nightshade

Poppy is a young girl who loves flowers, rainbows, and stickers. She owns the flower shop in Town Square and is one of the 5 Sims who stayed in town after the Essence Masterdisappeared, along with Mayor Rosalyn P. Marshall, Buddy the Bellhop, Patrick Rhino, and her sister, Violet Nightshade. Poppy lives in a small house on Cutopia with her own flower garden. She hosts the Happy Festival and the Bloomin' Blossoms minigame. She also runs a flower stand in the park on Main Street in the City, as well as another flower shop in Speedville. Poppy, a jubilant, young girl with a kind heart and passion for flowers. She is one of the residents still living in Town Square when the player moves in, along with Mayor Rosalyn P. Marshall, Buddy the Bellhop, Patrick Rhino, and her sister Violet Nightshade. Poppy runs the flower shop and is the first Sim to give the player tasks after making Rosalyn's podium, namely two flower stands and a bed. She can sometimes be seen watering trees around town. Poppy thinks flowers are totally, awesomely cute. Working in the flower shop and playing with her sister, Violet, are Poppy's favorite things ever. She really loves flowers, and she loves rainbows. And stickers.

Interests: Cute, fun, fun socks

Dislikes: spooky

Olivia Ophélie

Olivia is an introverted Sim who is often nervous, clumsy, and mysterious. She always mutters a nervous laugh when talking to others, like "Haha..." Olivia often gets herself stuck under or inside something (such as a table or a suit of armor), and she'll need help getting out. Olivia owns a general goods shop on an island resort town, and in another town where she is also a minigame host. She is also skilled at making rings with the jewels the player digs up from Dowsing in the Mountains. Olivia is the quiet, nervous, mysterious, clumsy general goods store owner. When the player goes to her store, she calls out for help and the player has to help get her out of a suit of armor she got herself stuck in. Olivia will apologize for the inconvenience and then offer to sell general goods. She gets her goods from a secret supplier. Later on, Olivia will get stuck under a table, once again needing help getting out, and she will hide between surfboards, fooling the player. She will also offer to make rings out of the jewels the player collects from Dowsing in the Mountains. General goods store owner. A quiet, strange Sim.

Virginia "Ginny"

Virginia has never been much of a pirate name, so the obvious thing to do was to introduce herself as Ginny. Of course, her closest circle call her Cap'n Ginny.

She is a Sim who loves to dress up and commits to every role she plays. Throughout the MySims series, she serves as the owner to pirate-themed tavern, a transportation advisor[1], a sheriff in Cowboy Junction, a fire chief and racer in Speedville, a police officer in Autumn Bay, and a pilot.

Cap'n Ginny (real name Virginia) is a feisty young lady who likes to dress up as a pirate and play make believe. She returns to the Town Hotel in hopes to open a pirate-themed tavern/bar called Cap'n Ginny's. Ginny is the partner and best friend of Pablo.

Ginny's parents noticed early on that their little Virginia was different from the other children. While most kids greeted each other by saying 'hello', Ginny would usually scream 'Avast, ye scurvy dogs!' and then bite them on the head. 'A little rambunctious' is how her teachers described her. One day Ginny received a pirate hat and an eye-patch as a gift from her grandmother (who is no longer allowed to bring gifts without asking Ginny's parents first). On that fateful day, Cap'n Ginny was born! Since then Ginny has been seeking fortune and adventure on the high seas of her own imagination. YARRR!!!

Pablo being her only real or close friend. anyone else trying to get close to him makes her anxious. At one point she just started saying he was her boyfriend, and he just went with it!

Interests: Fun, Cute

Dislikes: Studious

Pablo

Pablo likes to play pirate. He is great friends with Cap'n Ginny and naturally plays pirate with her. He often stutters when he talks. Pablo is a nice boy who dreams of calm, clear seas (when he's not helping Ginny with one of her "adventures"). "I wonder if you could make a ship out of blocks and essences and could sail it around the ocean! Probably not, but it would be really neat, huh?"

Interests: Fun, Geeky

Dislikes: Spooky

[corbs-seavy]

First Time

warnings: the fear of meeting Edwin's parents for the first time but fluff all around, Edwin kinda comforting you

Today is the day you meet Edwin's parents for the first time, Your were pretty nervous "Mami you ready" Edwin calls from down stairs "Be there in a minute baby" you call, You took some deep breaths and then walked down stairs "You ready" Edwin says while kissing your cheek "Yea" you say trying not to sound too nervous, You both get in the car and Edwin starts driving, You look out the window and your leg is bouncing up and down, Edwin could tell you were nervous so he puts his hand on your thigh "You good mami" he says softly "To be honest I'm really nervous what if your parents don't like me" "Don't say that baby there gonna love you ok" he says while rubbing his thumb on your thigh "Are you sure" you say looking at him "Yes Y/n I'm positive there gonna love you" "Ok" you say kind of relived, When

you get there you weren't as nervous as you were before, Edwin rings the door bell "Hi come on in" Edwin's mother says, You both step inside "I love the way you decorated your house Mrs.Honotet" you say smiling at her, "Thank you" she says back with a smile Edwin's Dad comes down the stairs and says "Are they here yet" "Oh" "Hello" you say "Hello your Y/n right ?" he says coming down the stairs " Yes that's me" "It is very nice to meet you" "It really is I don't know what took Edwin so long for us to meet her" Mrs.Honoret chuckles, " Hey Eddie I like her she's really sweet" Mrs.Honoret whispers to Edwin, "Well whose ready for dinner "Me" Edwin and Mr.Honoret say "How about you come help me Y/n" Mrs.Honroet says while looking at you "Id love to" you say, Edwin smiles at you before you leave the living

room, "Boys dinners ready" Mrs.Honoret yells from the kitchen "Coming" they both say, You guys pray and start eating "So Y/n tell us a little about you" Mr.Honoret says, "Well I love fashion i go to college umm I love pasta, I like baking, reading and drawing and i guess that's it" "Wow thats really nice we should bake something sometime" Mrs.Honoret says while looking at you "Id love to do that" you say smiling *Skip to when your done eating* You and Mrs.Honoret get the plates from the table You and Mrs.Honoret go into the living room to see Edwin and his Dad were just talking "Mind if we join you two" You say to them "No not at all" Edwin says smiling at you "Awwww yall are so cute" Mrs.Honoret says "Moooom" Edwin says in a whiney voice which you giggle at, You all were talking and it was getting late, "I think we should be going its geting late" Edwin says "Ok well is was lovely meeting you Y/n" "It was nice meeting you too", You and Edwin get in the car and he starts driving "Told you theyd love you" Edwin says "Yea,Yea I was nervous at first is all" You say, Edwin kisses your cheek and says "Love you mami" "Love you too baby" *Skip to when you get home* You take off your shoes and run upstairs and get in the shower, after your shower you see Edwin already laying in bed, You lay down next to him, He turns over and wraps his hand around your waste and kisses you "Night Y/n" "Goodnight baby"

Hope you guys liked it have a wonderful day/ night 🤎🥺

[vaguesxrrow]

charles x alive reader w a sprinkle of angst? established relationship pls? maybe the reader is going off to college (american reader) and like the reader is getting older but charles is not and maybe there’s a little sprinkle of fear with that? happy ending tho pls!! tysm i love ur writing!

tysm for the request !! hope i didnt keep you waiting too long and this is what you had in mind

charles / alive!reader - getting older and going to college

a/n: for the purposes of this fic reader is going to college early at around 17

wc: 1027

tags: gender neutral reader, alive reader, american reader

your fingers trembled as you moved the cursor to the email from the college you had applied to. standing above you, charles guided your hand, keeping it steady. "whatever happens, i love you, yeah?"

you huffed a laugh. "i know that, silly."

"just trying to reassure my awesome, genius [boy/girlfriend/partner]."

rolling your eyes, you clicked on the email. your gaze zeroed in on the word at the top, in big bold letters: CONGRATULATIONS.

"holy shit," you breathed. you stood up to look at charles incredulously.

"HOLY SHIT!" charles yelled, grabbing you by the shoulders and shaking you excitedly. "i TOLD you!" he tugged you into a hug, jumping up and down. you pulled apart, only for him to kiss you and draw your bodies together again. you grinned into his lips.

"you." charles punctured his worlds with kisses to your cheek. "are. amazing."

you laughed at his antics. this was your dream college, and you would be happy about it. you wouldn't think about how, when you inevitably left, charles might not be there to cheer you on like he was right now.

no - what mattered was that he was here, and you were together in this moment, at least.

you kissed him again.

⌦ ---

edwin and crystal were on your right, and charles was on your left, rubbing circles into your hand. jenny had closed down her butcher shop for the night, because 'it's your birthday. it's a special occasion.' you had smiled then, and hugged her tight to show your gratitude.

the lights were dimmed, and niko's decor expertise meant fairy lights draped across every available surface, including the moose taxidermy head. she had also tied pink ribbons to its antlers.

jenny and niko emerged from the back room - jenny held a cake, lit with 17 candles. niko animatedly followed her. "jenny was scared i'd drop the cake," she informed everyone. "but i placed the candles - that's why they're in a heart! and i wrote the message in frosting."

"aww, they do make a heart," you said. "that's so cute."

jenny carefully put down the cake in front of you. you leaned forward and grinned at what niko wrote on it - 'WE LOVE YOU!!' in impeccable cursive, and then a small 'happy birthday' underneath it. niko hurried to stand next to charles, and jenny went to stand across from you all.

jenny pulled out her phone and held it up to record a video (even if ghosts couldn't show up on recordings). "sing happy birthday, guys!" she said.

everyone sang - even edwin. you smiled sincerely at all your friends, and mouthed a 'thank you' to jenny behind the camera.

"presents time!" niko squealed.

"ooh, me first," crystal said. she held out to you a box that had materialised from seemingly from nowhere. it was a simple brown, with a dark purple bow. you opened the box to find a novel you had been searching for for ages now - you were touched she remembered - and a soft sweater. you 'aww'ed' at her and gave her a hug.

edwin handed you a leather-bound notebook and a fancy pen - both of which were engraved with your name on it. "i happened to know a person who did custom engravements," he said simply, when you tried to thank him.

jenny gave you a pair of headphones from a brand you knew was not cheap. you gaped at her. "seriously?" you squealed.

"what? isn't it what teenagers like nowadays?"

you tackled her into a hug.

niko gifted you a very detailed drawing of you, her, crystal, edwin, and charles. "i wanted you to have a picture of all of us for when you go to college, but we can't exactly photograph the boys."

you smiled at her sincerely, even as something anxious twisted in your chest. charles was last to give you your present, and your forced smile barely concealed the sadness welling up inside you. from the pockets of his jacket, he pulled out a metal... contraption about the size of a phone.

"it's a music box kind of thing," he explained. "i got it at tragic mick's, and it's got all your favourite songs in it, plus a few others that reminded me of you."

you kissed him in lieu of a ‘thanks’, cradling the gift gently in your hands.

even with all the celebration and presents, though, you couldn't shake the underlying fear in you at the thought of getting older, and having to move on - move away - to other things.

⌦ ---

after cake and good-natured banter around the table, everyone returned to their rooms - crystal went to bed, but you could hear the soft sound of scooby doo and edwin's inquiring voice from niko's room. charles had followed you to yours, not that you were complaining.

"i know we still have a lot of time till i leave," you said immediately after you shut the door. "but i'm gonna miss you a lot."

"hey, listen," charles said, taking your face in his hands. "i promise, [name], that i will mirror travel to you no matter what, at least once a week. although we both know it'll be more than that, yeah? cause i could never be away from you for that long."

you laughed. "yeah."

"and that's why i'm giving this to you." charles reached into his pocket again, this time withdrawing a cloth satchet. "open it," he said as he placed it into your hands.

you complied, gasping in surprise as you found a gorgeously crafted pocket mirror.

"i'll mirror travel through it. it works - i've already tried." he said. "i know you're scared about what might happen, and i am too. but let's just take things day by day, yeah?" his hands moved from your face to your shoulders, then down your arms - you shivered at his gentle touch - eventually coming to intertwine your fingers.

"cause right now," he continued. "you're my [boy/girlfiend/partner] and i'll put in all the needed effort to keep it this way. that sound good?"

you laughed in relief, a huge weight having been lifted off your shoulders and a bit teary-eyed. "yeah. that sounds brills."

[imaginesbygrace]

Skyscrapers (Brandon Arreaga)

Masterlist 

Requested

“Okay so try this one,” Brandon pointed at one of the extraordinarily decorated donuts from the container. You were in NYC, taking a week off of work and school to join him on tour. Brandon, having been to NYC multiple times now, had decided to take you on a tour of his favorite places in the city. 

“Babe, I’m full,” you laughed. “We’ve eaten, like, a hundred donuts and cookies and pizzas today!” 

“Okay, okay,” he chuckled and closed the container. “Come on,” he grabs your hand and takes you down the busy streets that Edwin had originally led him down years ago. 

“Where are we going now?” 

“Bryant Park,” he says. “Edwin took me there forever ago, he says Central Park is overrated and Bryant Park is actually the coolest. He isn’t wrong either,” he nodded. 

“What’s there?” 

“They have cute little games set up on the tables for people to use and a cool bookstore across the street and a lot of really good food.” 

“More food?” You raised your eyebrows and giggled. 

“Maybe just a little,” he shrugged and pulled you along. The city was beautiful, somehow moving fast and slow at the same time. Brandon’s smile never seemed to leave his face as he showed you yet another part of the city he fell in love with, some random story about him and the boys that made your heart melt. 

“I like it here,” you admit. “I don’t know how I’m gonna leave.” 

“I wish we could stay here forever,” he agreed. The sky was darker than before and night was settling in, but the lights on every building were bright and twinkling. 

“Where to next?” You ask, grasping his hand with a warm smile on your face. 

“We have a lot to see,” he kissed your cheek and hurriedly pulled you down another busy street.

[coffeeandcalligraphy]

Fabergé | Short Story Update

Hi everyone!

Today I’m back with another short story update because 2020 is the year of the short story apparently?? This one’s called Fabergé.

Just a reminder: This is my original work and plagiarism of any form will not be tolerated.

Plot:

Sheryl gets in an argument with her brother Edwin on whether or not they should exorcise the ghost of their mother out of their shared home.

Genre: Literary fiction, flash fiction

POV: First person, past tense

Word count: 620

Characters:

Sheryl (~40s)

Believes her mother has reincarnated into the house she and her brother now live in

Sister of Edwin

Is planning a birthday party for her mother (who is a house lol)

Savage af

Edwin (~40s)

Is a skeptic

Is not taking Sheryl’s shit

Really thinks it’s about time his “mother” moved out

Inherited the house from his mother which annoys Sheryl as she believes he’s lazy and doesn’t actually care for their “mother” (who she thinks is the house)

I’ve not cannoned this in the narrative, but I do feel Sheryl and Edwin could be twins! I could see them being in their mid 40s but even in their 60s!

Conception:

I needed to write a short story or scene for a writing prompt that I do weekly in my fiction class. This week, we were focusing on plot, so my prof asked we write an argument. I wasn’t certain what argument I was going to write, and after clicking around a few situation generators and *once* seeing the word ghost, my ghost-obsessed brain was like GHOST yes!

The writing bit:

I wrote this story today, in about 5 minutes. Sometimes the writing gods bless me, and this story is 100% a blessing! Drafting was quite painless and this story just unfurled on the page, like it already existed there and I was just wiping at the surface of my document trying to reveal it. Sheryl’s borderline hysterical (yet hilarious) voice jumped at me immediately from that first line, and Edwin’s pragmatic personality followed. Surprisingly, this story is quite funny! I don’t actively write comedy and never thought I enjoyed comedy, but I do?? I love laughing lol so this story was a literal HOOT to write. Sheryl DRAGS and Edwin equally DRAGS back (they’re goals, I want to be them). It was so interesting writing these characters because they’re essentially opposites with cross-directional goals which of course, leads to so much conflict. In this story, conflict is quite funny, so writing this story was so enjoyable!

I also adored writing about a decorative egg! Very specific story, but my mom owns a cute little egg like the one in the story that also plays music if you crank it, and my sister and I were obsessed with playing with it as children (somehow we never broke it). This story reminded me how much I love these eggs and that I need to collect them ASAP.

I wasn’t certain if I’d include flash fiction in my collection I’ve been working on, but I love this story so much, I feel it deserves a place! It bounces off well with My Mama Lives in My Mouth, which I wasn’t going to include, but in relation with this piece, might work (though I love this piece better)!

Writing this story, which is my eighth this year, and sixth since the summer, gave me this feeling of control of the short form. While I have a long way to go in my short fiction process, this story’s ease felt like an accomplishment. I’ve been working on short fiction for about two years now, and at this point, I feel I have a better grasp on how to craft a story. I’m not perfect, by any means, but it’s the comfort I had writing this story that was the most enjoyable!

Aesthetic:

That’s it for this update! I had a lot of fun writing this little story, and I hope to share it with you one day!

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--Rachel