#hobo fabulous

[june-violet]

a Fancy Rascal if I ever saw one 🖤 I can't believe I neglected him in the Late Night host lineup I drew a while back!! ;A; Craigy Ferg, forgive this absent-minded pigeon!! ✰

[autumnmobile12]

7 Ways to Introduce the Villain.

1. The Shadow

A lot of series go with the classic 'ominous shadowy figure in the background.' Here's Silco in Arcane. Sinister voice, sinister dude, sinister intent. Boom, you have your villain.

2. The Slow Reveal

Other variations of the 'shadowy figure' in which the series draws out the reveal of the villain. Avatar: The Last Airbender doesn't reveal the Firelord until the final season, but his presence is felt throughout the series. He's always this looming threat whose will is carried out by his underlings. (General Zhao, Azula, etc.)

3. The Fabulous Entrance!

Okay, so we do hear Ragyo on the phone a couple times before they actually show her face, but goddamn, this entrance. It is impressive and terrifying and, it perfectly suits the utter psycho that she is.

There is no normal expression this woman makes when she's 'happy.' She's always smug or angry or annoyed, but this face with her staring, manic eyes and smile still haunts me. Send help.

4. The Sudden Entrance

Shigaraki kinda comes out of nowhere in My Hero Academia. For the first few episodes, its all lighthearted and fun and dealing with Bakugo's BS and then the class heads off on a field trip and suddenly,

"Oh, shit! Plot is happening!"

This series started off with kids learning to be heroes, and now its tragedy and social upheaval and people's lives are in danger.

5. The Incognito Entrance

This is when some random nonthreatening dude/lady just kinda sidles into the plot the be the butt of a joke and later turns out to have been one of the villains.

This scene was so weird. Tyki is just minding his own business, scamming people at cards. Then Allen and Lavi show up looking for their friend (the guy currently being scammed), and even though he recognizes them as exorcists and his enemies, Tyki has to sit there and play it off like he doesn't know jack cause if he does anything, he's gonna blow his cover in front of his human buddies. And then he suffers the indignation of being stripped in a poker game in broad daylight because the main protagonist is absolutely evil with a card deck. And then he just walks away from this like it's a totally normal thing, not even really taking vengeance for it. (He went after Allen, sure, but that was more of a job than any personal vendetta.) He's not the main villain, but I couldn't resist pointing out how bizarre this is.

For those who haven't seen D. Gray Man, the guy in the center is one of the main antagonists, and though this is technically the second time you see him, the first encounter was so short it was practically a cameo and he was a Victorian-era, Dorian Gray dandy gentleman, not this hobo riding a train.

6. The Traitor

Since the Undertaker was more of a neutral party in Black Butler, I don't think he really counts as a traitor. Still, I don't think too many of us were suspecting the morbid jokester Grim Reaper was going to turn out to be a major antagonist later on.

7. The Protagonist

And sometimes the protagonist is the villain!

[hatred-n-hav0c]

Clyde and Kirsten lore

Clyde is a hobo while Kirsten is a profitable and fabulously famous toon

Adored by all while her adopted brother has to fight for scraps in the streets, barely able to get by

They have a bit of a rough history given she was tired of living such a horrid life while he was fine with it.

I will talk about them more in a repost because I am tired as of now

[pascalscoffin]

Bad Idea

Full Pedro Masterlist

No this is not inspired by Olivia Rodrigo’s song

Warnings: Minors Go Away I Will Kick You In The Forehead. Smut: unprotected p in v sex (do what you want, heathens); oral (f receiving); biting; Dieter gives a pussy she/her pronouns; “choking”; Dieters a menace. Reader works at the hotel and just can’t follow literally one of the only rules DONT FUCK THEM

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You never really fawned over celebrities before, you never really understood the hype, they were just normal people that made it onto tv more often than most normal people. Anyway, that’s what you used to think, but being the concierge of a fancy ass hotel in England quickly taught you otherwise.

Sure, celebrities wanted you to think they were normal, just regular people milling through their day with an annoying boss- their bosses were in fact annoying- but these people were far from normal, most of them had absolutely insane views, or requested absolutely ridiculous things from you or the other hotel workers. And they never fucking tipped. Ever.

So, the ‘do not fuck them’ rule was never really a problem for you, sure your favorite celebrity would come in, you’d get the butterflies and the nervous feelings- and then they opened their mouth and they were just… horrible, and any infatuation you’d had for them would be gone immediately.

When you heard a whole slew of them would be bubbling in the hotel you worked at, you seriously considered completely resigning from the job altogether and finding a new one, you didn’t want to be stuck in a hotel with those people for three months! Filling their ridiculous requests and making them feel good about themselves when they inevitably crash, because they always do.

Ronjon, though, had somehow managed to convince you not to, and now here you were, standing at the front desk of the hotel as the actors got taken care of outside before coming in. It was the Cliffbeasts cast and crew, Cliffbeasts, while it was an okay movie, ultimately did… nothing for you because you really would rather just go watch Jurassic Park.

Not to mention the cast of the Cliffbeasts movies made you want to shoot yourself in the face. Sean Knox was a “wellness guru” though something felt fishy there to you, like maybe he didn’t believe in it or something, or maybe like it was a cult. Carol Cobb.. you weren’t sure why you didn’t like her, she was a decent actress.. well despite that half-Pakistani half-Israeli role she’d recently done but you couldn’t really blame her for that… could you? Lauren Van Champ… you really really didn’t like Lauren, her nasally cry thing was annoying, her Cliffbeasts accent was just… too harsh, and her all around… everything just made you not like her. Her husband Dustin Mulray was a class A fucking asshole, drunk and disorderlies, screaming at old ladies, he was even seen flipping off a seven year old one time.

Krystal Kris was a new face to the movies, a young girl famous on TikTok for her choreography.. if you can call swaying your ass back and forth choreography. Howie Frangopolous was a good actor with some truly comedic gold lines, though a bit hot headed according to tabloids.

And then there was Dieter Bravo. Dieter was probably the only one that didn’t put on a show for people, didn’t try to make his life seem more or less fabulous, he didn’t dress up for anything that wasn’t a tv interview or an award show, though you figured if he could dress like a hobo to those things he probably would.

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You’d heard Dieter was a man whore, giving himself over to any woman or guy that was willing to lay under or on top of him. So, you expected him to be.. less than appropriate. Maybe a scandalous comment here and there, or sultry looks, you didn’t know, but you were determined to stick your ground and not fall into any traps.

That proved difficult, though, because it seemed like every time you went to Dieter’s room to collect a service tray, or bring him food or clean towels, he wanted a serving platter once and hasn’t returned it yet, he was pretty much fucking naked, door flung all the way open with his arms stretched out, sometimes in a bathrobe, other times in a wool brown robe you often thought about feeling anywhere on your skin that wasn’t your fingertips. Always with a cheeky, sexual grin as he tried to coax you into his chamber of pleasure, you’d decline with a comment about him having a fist and internet before practically sprinting away from him.

You’d tried not to be around him too much if you didn’t have to go to his room, feeling your resolve crack each time he’d flash you that stupid fucking smile that made your heart palpitate. The stars were having dinner together tonight though so you wouldn’t be able to avoid him like you’d hoped.

You walked over to him and Carol when you noticed he didn’t have any water and motioned to his water class with the pitcher in your hand. “Would you like some more?” Dieter looked over at you quickly and grinned over the top of his sunglasses. “Yes. Please.” He reached for his water quickly and extended it out to you, gazing up at you with those big brown eyes.

God you had to get away from him, away from this room, before your resolve completely shattered and you were begging him to just take you right then and there. Bad idea, bad idea, bad idea. Repeated in your head like a mantra as you poured his water and then rushed away from him, feeling your face start to warm up under his heated gaze.

Dieter stared at you like that all night, like he knew something you didn’t know and it was driving you crazy. At the end of the dinner you rushed to help clean everything up as the actors started to file out of the room. Dieter, though, hung by the entry way, watching you as you scampered around the dining area.

When you made your way out you stopped in front of Dieter and put on your most professional smile. “What can I get for you, Dieter.” Dieter looked down at you and tilted his head a little.

“Do you wanna have sex with me?” Your eyes widened and you jerked your head behind you to make sure your coworkers hadn’t heard, opening and closing your mouth before looking at Dieter. “That’s unprofessional, Dieter.” You stuttered, trying to move past him.

He followed you, though, and continued. “That wasn’t a no.” He looked at you and you sighed, shaking your head. “It’s a bad idea.” “Again, that’s not a no.” You sighed harder this time and stopped, turning to face him. “Do you actually want to have sex with me or just sex with something?” Dieter opened and closed his mouth and you raised a brow. “Find me with an answer and I’ll give you mine.” “Yours?” Dieter perked up and his eyes fell to your crotch. You scoffed and slapped under his chin. “My answer.” You rolled your eyes. “Now go to your room and take a cold shower or something.”

“Cold showers don’t work.” Dieter grumbled as he slouched away, bath robe swinging side to side with a big pout on his face. You shook your head and went back to doing your work, rubbing your wrist against your forehead.

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Two days later Dieter was asking for chocolate strawberries and rosé to be brought to his room- by you specifically. When you got to his room you tapped your knuckles against it and hummed as you waited for him to open the door.

When he opened it, he actually had pants on this time, well not pants, more like those dress shorts you usually hated on men but… they looked good on Dieter. And of course, he had on that brown robe again. He looked godly, really.

“Hi. Come in.” Dieter stepped to the side quickly and you raised a brow before stepping into the room a when he motioned you in before closing the door. You looked at the door, and then Dieter.

“I thought about what you said.” He nodded and sat on the sofa, patting the cushion next to him. This is a bad idea. Echoed in your head as you slowly set the strawberries and rosé down, sitting down next to him even slower as you pressed your hands into your skirt. “Okay…”

You didn’t actually expect him to think about it. You thought maybe he’d give up the chase and try to find someone else in the hotel or maybe finally cave in and just fuck his god damn fist- no such luck, though.

“I thought about it a lot. Like a lot. I haven’t slept. Well I slept but only for like thirty minutes and then I dreamt about it.” You blinked and motioned for him to continue. “Okay…” he nodded. “I wanna have sex with you. Anybody else is just confident. Around.” He shrugged. “Besides… I’ve wanted to taste you since the second I walked into the hotel.”

You widened your eyes a little and let out a little scoff. “What?” “That’s why I keep asking people if they wanna have sex. I keep thinking about you. About how your pussy would taste. How she looks. Fuck I bet she’s pretty.” His eyes are glued to your skirt now, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth as you looked anywhere but at him because you had one sliver of resolve left and you could already feel it starting to slip away right into Dieter’s thick fingers for him to just completely obliterate.

“Dieter you can’t-“ Dieter was in your personal space now, practically sitting on you but not necessarily in your face or anything. “Bet she glitters like fucking gold when she’s all wet and waiting for somebody’s cock.” And then his hand is sliding under your skirt and his lips are on your neck. “I bet she’s soft and warm and tight. I bet she’ll flutter like a fucking butterfly when I finally let her cum.” And that was it.

You whined and grabbed Dieter’s wrist to push his hand under your skirt, taking a deep breath when his large warm hand settled over your panties, already wet with your arousal. Dieter groaned low in his chest before slipping his hand into your panties and resuming his assault on your neck, getting more aggressive.

“Need you to say it.” He shifted so he was turned towards you better. “Tell me what you want, pretty girl.” He nipped at your jawline lightly, causing you to shudder as your eyelids fluttered, moaning softly. “Dieter- need you to fuck me. Please.” You scratched his forearm lightly. “Please.”

Dieter pulled away and was quickly tugging your blouse of your skirt and started yanking it over your head before kissing your chest, biting down on the flesh of your left breast. You yelped a little and looked down at him as he slid his tongue over the bite and grinned before lifting you up so he could unzip your skirt before tugging it down.

Once he had your clothes off and you were sitting there in your bra and panties, he stood up and put his hands on his hips, getting a good at you. “Fuck you look gorgeous.” He mumbled, licking his lips before leaning down and slamming his lips against yours.

You pushed into the kiss eagerly and let out a soft moan, grabbing his robe and pulling him down on top of you, pressing up against him. Dieter moaned happily and pressed his hips down into yours eagerly, letting out a shuttery breath.

“Gotta taste you. Fuck. I’ve been wanting to taste you.” He reached behind you to unhook your bra, nipping lightly at your nipples before trailing down your torso and to where he really wanted to be.

“She’s crying for me, baby. You shouldn’t deprive a lady of what she wants.” Dieter shook his head and pulled your panties down, groaning happily and closing his eyes before pressing his face deep into your pussy.

You gasped and looked down at him with wide eyes, moaning loudly and gripping the couch cushions tightly, trembling a little. “Dieter- fuck.” You pushed your hips up into his mouth and whined softly, looking down at him.

Dieter peered up at you through his lashes, humming happily and sucking on your clit like a pacifier. Your back arched as you gasped loudly, moaning as your eyelids fell shut, dropping your head back as you rocked your hips up into his mouth eagerly, your hands moving from the cushions to his hair when he slid his tongue into you and started fucking you with it.

You’d never really enjoyed oral before, most guys that tried were rushing so they could get to their prize, bury themselves in you and then never call you again. Dieter, though, Dieter ate pussy like his life absolutely depended on whether or not you came. His tongue massaged every inch eagerly but not too eager to the point where he was rushed and sloppy.

His movements were calculated, lips moving like he was having the most intense make out session, sloppy wet sounds mixing with his moans and groans, fingernails dug deep into your skin. He was actually enjoying it, his own hips pushing against the air as he looked up at you with those big brown eyes, whining and begging you to cum on his tongue.

It wasn’t long before your brows furrowed and your mouth fell open, her legs shaking and closing around his head as you came with a loud cry of his name, trembling a little and tangling your fingers tightly in the hair on the back of his head, keeping him in place even if he made no movements to pull away.

After a moment, though, he tapped your thigh and you felt your cheeks warm up more than they already. Your skin was practically on fire, already a little damp from the exertion. You slowly opened your legs and Dieter pulled up with a small gasp, panting softly as he grinned cheekily, face shiny with your juices.

You blinked rapidly as you looked at him and shifted a little. “Knew she tasted good. Taste.” He leaned in and pressed his lips to yours tightly, pulling you closer to him as he pushed his tongue into your mouth. You moaned happily and tangled your tongue with his. Dieter wasn’t really the type to wipe his face, instead opting for leaving your juices there, sliding his tongue wherever he could get it on his face before he was picking you up and carrying you over to his bed.

You yelped when he threw you down on it and laughed as you looked up at him. “Keep it on.” You said quickly when he went to take off the coat, raising a brow at you. “What?”

“I…” you huffed. “You come to the door naked in the coat constantly and you’re not gonna fuck me in it?” You pouted. “A little lack-luster if you ask me, Dieter.”

Dieter blinked and slowly let go of the coat with a grin, humming. “Alright.” He moved down to his shorts and undid them before pushing them down- commando- you expected nothing less from him.

“God I’ve been dreaming about this since I got here. Been wanting to bury myself in this warm pussy.” Dieter purred and kissed you deeply as he pushed your legs apart and slotted himself between them, grinding against you but not quite sliding in yet.

“Please, Dieter. Need you.” You begged, grabbing his shoulders under the jacket as you peered up at him, trying to tug him closer. “Can’t stop thinking about it. Please.”

Dieter grinned and chuckled a little as he started kissing your neck. “So impatient.” “Says the guys who’s been begging me to fuck him for three weeks.” Dieter laughed again and lifted up so he could watch as he grabbed the base of his dick and guided it into you slowly, groaning happily.

“Look at how hungry she is.” He mumbled softly, sliding his thumb over your clit slowly. “Swallowing me up so good. Didn’t even need to stretch her out.” He ran his hands over you slowly, pulling out and then sliding back in, groaning. “God it looks so pretty. Fuck. Got me all soaked already.” He dropped his head back as he bottomed out, eyelids fluttering as he closed them.

“Dieter~” you whimpered, you were honestly surprised you hadn’t needed any stretching, Dieter was definitely the biggest guy you’d been with, not in just one aspect but individually you’ve been with men that compared either girth wise or length wise. But you’d never been with someone as long and as girthy as Dieter, your legs shook as you hooked them around his waist, sliding under the coat as you whined.

“Fuck you feel so good.” Dieter groaned into your neck, starting to bite and suck on your neck. “Harder- Dieter, harder. Please.” You begged him, tugging him closer and leaning up to kiss him eagerly as he started fucking into you harder, huffing softly.

“Listen to you, baby. You sound so fucking pretty- fuck- gonna have to keep you around huh?” He kissed your jaw lightly, nudging his nose against your cheek lightly. “Would you like that? You can come live with me in Sherman Oaks, have your own room- fuck- your own house if you want one. Never have to work again just be my little play thing- fuuuck.” Dieter whimpered when your nails dug into his shoulders, a gasp falling from your lips when he brushed your gspot.

“Dieter-“ “aww I know, sweet girl.” Dieter purred, kissing your cheek gently. “Feels good, huh?” He angled his hips to hit your gspot with each thrust, groaning with the way you were fluttering around him, shuddering as you nodded your head rapidly. “Yes. Fuck it feels so good, Dieter.” You whined, rocking your hips with his before gasping when he shoved your hips down into the mattress.

“Stay still, sweet girl. You just sit there, look pretty, and feel good.” Dieter hummed, nipping lightly at your jawline as you nodded eagerly, not even sure what you were agreeing to as you felt his thumb press into your clit, the rest of his hand splayed over your mons pubis, his fingertips grazing your midriff as your head fell back, the pressure of his hand pressing down caused everything to feel ten times stronger than it already did.

You looked up at Dieter and saw him watching his hand with an astonished look on his face. “W-why are you making that face?” You whimpered softly as Dieter chuckled. “Can feel my dick through your stomach, gorgeous.” He licked his lips. “Fuck. Let me keep you, baby. Please.” He begged, looking from your stomach to your eyes.

“Wanna be able to fuck this pretty pussy whenever I want to. God.” He dropped his head back for a second and snapped his hips harder into you. “Gonna let me? Please, please, please.” He moaned and pressed his hand harder against your stomach, making you whimper and scream his name as that coil in your stomach snapped and heat spread across your body, legs tightening around Dieter to pull him closer.

“Fuck- yes, Dieter. Don’t ever wanna stop doing this.” You whined and arched your back. Dieter gasped softly and moaned before leaning down and kissing you eagerly, moaning and pushing his tongue into your mouth as he came, pushing deep inside you as his muscles shook.

You slid your arms through the jacket and wrapped them tightly around Dieter’s middle to keep him close, nudging his nose against your cheek before covering you in kisses and little licks like he was a kitten.

You laid like that for a while, Dieter keeping himself hovered over you as he smothered you in kisses. Slowly, he moved off of you and laid next to you, laying on his side so he can look at you, a dopey smile on his face.

You felt a little awkward under his stare, slowly starting to fold your arms over your chest until he stopped you, grabbing your arms and pulling you close to him, kissing your knuckles. “Did you mean it?” He asked curiously and you looked at him, furrowing your brows. “About moving to Sherman Oaks with me.” He lifted on his elbow, looking down at you a little giddy as his fingertips drew patterns on your stomach, trailing up your chest and to your neck before grabbing it lightly at the sides.

“Want you to move in with me. Be my little housewife.” He bit his lip as he ran his eyes over your face, he looked a little nervous. You swallowed thickly, opening and closing your mouth before you nodded slowly.

“Okay.” You said softly. The idea of living with Dieter did seem nice, especially if this was something that was going to happen on any kind of basis, day to day or otherwise. “I wanna live with you.”

He perked up and grinned widely. “Yeah?” He shifted so he was sitting up now, his hand pressed down against your collarbone as you laughed softly and nodded, cheeks warm. “Yeah.”

Dieter grinned and leaned in to kiss you deeply, you yelped a little and giggled as you kissed him back, closing his eyes and laying your hands on his cheeks. “Good.” He laid beside you again, pulling you tight against his side as he nuzzled your neck, slinging his other arm around you and hugging you tightly.

You didn’t peg him for the cuddling type, though now that you were wrapped up in the octopus-like limbs of Dieter Bravo, it made sense he would cling to you like this, physical touch seemed to be a big thing for him, something he was always craving.

On some sort of sub-level you understood, being an only child with parents that would rather work and drop you with nannies you knew all about not getting the love and affection children craved and required.

Maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

Maybe you and Dieter could be good for eachother.

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Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed!

[nkirukaj]

vVv is for Voe

Pairing: StaticBeau & RadioBeau

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: Humor!

Word Count: 2.7K

This story is based on this ask

Thanks for the idea!

1. Play Nice

She had never fallen for anything as hard as she fell into Hell. The red skies and atmosphere took her by surprise, but it was the chaos and commotion that disoriented her. After walking broken blocks upon broken blocks she couldn’t take the cacophony of sounds. 

The last building she saw was a large tower with glass windows all around it, and the tall letters “vVv” plastered on it for all to see, before she crouched down, feeling physically sick from the commotion. When she opens her eyes she heads toward said building, taken in by the lights and the colors it projected out to the rest of the city.

When she made it inside the building, she was met with cool air and a large desk, something like a business building. Was this a business building? She looked around and stood, saying nothing until the woman behind the desk called for her attention.

“Excuse me. Excuse me! Do you have an appointment?” She says nothing to the question, only staring at the woman. “You can’t be in the building without an appointment!” she shooes her off

“Yeah, I’m not going anywhere,” she finally speaks

“Can you please go? I will get in a lot of trouble, I can’t let anyone through!” she pleads

She looks around the room for who asked “I don’t give a shit, I need to talk to someone,”

“Courtney, baby,” a voice with a Hispanic accent calls from beyond the desk “That better be your schizophrenia acting up because you’re not supposed to TALKING TO ANYONE IN THIS FUCKING LOBBY!!”

She looks at Courtney mischievously “Yeah, Courtney, you don’t want to get in trouble do you?” 

A large anthropomorphic moth about 10ft tall wearing a blazer and large coat, 70s style clothes sauntered into the lobby “Courtney, what the fuck?!” He eyes her and stops “Oh,” the charm and accent return to his voice “Hello,” he grins, his pink-hued teeth sharp and bright “Are you lost amorcita?”

She stares up at the moth and tilts her head, she sees his grin and responds with her own “Yeah, I am. Where am I?”

“You’re in V-Tower, my love,” he takes her hand and licks up the length of her arm. She recoils a bit and wipes her arm off. “Right now you are in the studio of the infamous, fabulous, and sexy…Valentino,”

She points to him “That’s you,”

“In the flesh,” he grins once more

“Well hello Valentino,” she greets him with a smile “But what is this place? The entire thing,”

“Oh! You’re new! You must have been a very bad girl,” He bends down to look her in the face “You’re in Hell baby, the best part of it,”

“Ahhh makes sense,” she nods

“Awe look at you in your clothes,” he pulls on her shirt “You’re all dirty. Come with me I’ll take care of you hermosa,” Valentino places his hand on the small of her back and leads her up into his room.

Before making it up to his room, they are stopped by a shorter man dressed in a blue suit with a large flat-screen television for a head in front of the doors “Val, who is this? What’s going on?”

“Uhh, this is….” Val starts before trailing off

“Ugh, you don’t know who this is?” he turns to her “Who are you?”

She twirls her hair “Someone pretty,” she smirks

TV man raises his eyebrow and turns to Val “What is this? Are you bringing hobos in here again?”

“Fuck you I’m not a hobo!”

“First of all, she came in here and-“

“Oh my goodness, you’re ridiculous! You don’t have to hire any fucking body off the street!!”

“YOU DON’T YELL AT ME BECAUSE YOU DON’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!!”

“YOU DON’T LISTEN TO ME-

“YOU DON’T LISTEN TO ME!”

A young Black woman with a large blue and red ponytail approaches the argument “What the bloody hell is going on here?” her accent was distinctly British “Who is this?”

“I don’t know Val, who is this?” TV man crosses his arms and stares at Valentino “Hmm?”

“You know YOU ARE SUCH AN ASSHOLE!”

“GO AHEAD BLAME ME FOR EVERYTHING YOU ALWAYS DO THIS!”

They start to bicker and the British woman slips in and grabs her hand, pulling her off to the side “Come here,” she said in her melodic British accent. 

“Can I use the bathroom?”

She gestures toward it “It’s over there. Don’t blow it up,”

When she enters the bathroom, she rushes to the sink and washes her hands. When she’s done, she looks in the mirror. She slowly reaches up to touch her face, to make sure that what she was seeing was real. She opened her mouth to speak, seeing four fangs, two on each of the sides of her mouth. She picked at them for about 5 minutes straight. They were real too. This was all real. She was a deer, specifically, a doe.

The British woman bangs on the door “Hey! What’s your name? I just realized I don’t have your name! And you’re taking a long time!”

She flings open the door coming face to face with her “Call me…Voe,”

“All right, put this on Voe,” she thrusts an all-red outfit at her

“Could I like, shower first?”

“Can you what?”

“Shower,”

She shrugs “Sure,”

Voe turns back “Wait, what’s your name?”

“I’m Velvette,” she places her hand on her chest

“And what about TV man?”

“That’s Vox,”

She takes in their names and their surroundings before closing the door back in Velvette’s face and removing her clothes, removing each one slowly and painstakingly, as she thinks about her circumstances. Hell, huh? If she was in Hell that was it, right? Might as well do it up. All the things she stopped herself from doing before while she was alive, she could do now, lie, cheat, steal. None of it would matter, because she’s already here. She thought of this as she scrubbed herself with the soap. 

“I told you not to put my stuff in here Melissa! MELISSA!”

“Um, privacy?” She calls out from behind the curtain

“Mhmm, yeah. Alright, Vox. She’s in the shower. Why are you asking if you know?” She shrugs “Maybe cuz she smells? I don’t know,”

“Excuse me?” 

“Hmm?” Vel turns to face her “On the phone! Gosh no respect,” she turns back around.

Voe exits the shower and wraps a towel around her, leaving her clothes on the floor where she took them off. She walks over to Velvette and taps her shoulder.

“Huh?” she turns back around

“Why are you in here??”

“This is where I file my nails,” she gestures to her nails

Voe does a double take “And you can’t do that anywhere else?”

“This is where I file my nails!” Velvette scoffs like Voe is being annoying “You act like no one else can see you,”

“What?”

Velvette gestures up toward Vox’s camera “What the fuck? Is that a fucking camera??!” Voe walks over to it and flips the camera off

“Welp, he’s not gonna like that,” Velvette comments sarcastically

“Are there any rooms without cameras?”

Velvette rolls her eyes “There’s tons of closets,”

“Ugh! Is there somewhere else I can change?”

“And where would you like to change princess?”

Voe scoffs “A bedroom?”

“Ugh,” Vel walks off, dialing on her phone.

Voe turns to stare at her face once more, at least she was beautiful.

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“Come with me,” Velvette tells her and she obliges. The woman takes her to another bedroom, and she carries the clothes in her arms “Here, you can change here,”

“There’s still a camera,” Voe says under her breath she turns to Velvette “You can go,”

Velvette turns her nose up and exits. The first thing that Voe does is take the towel off her body and put it over the camera. Now comfy that no one can see her, she lotions herself and puts on the clothes that Velvette gave her. It was tight red pants, a red corset tank top, and red wedges. She steps out of the room and smooths herself over.

“Well?” she asked the British woman

Velvette seems impressed “Hmm, not bad. You could stand to lose a few, but…not bad,”

Voe scoffs “You could stand to lose a few,” she says under her breath.

She looks Voe up and down with a smirk and walks away

“Wait!” she calls after her

“Hmm?”

“What now?”

“You can leave if you want. Don’t ever say the Vees never did anything for you,”

Suddenly Vox materializes from the camera mounted on the wall “Stop stop, I heard the whole thing,”

“Yeah, we know you did,” Velvette counters

“Voe, huh,” he gets up into her space, looking down at her

She looks up, full of dignity “Yes,”

“You need a place to stay?” he smirks

“What are you doing?” Velvette asks

Vox taps her forehead and shushes her, she recoils “How about in exchange for a place to stay, you work for me?”

Voe raises a brow “What do you do?”

“What do I do? I’m just your average TV personality,”

Voe’s eyes widen “You work on tv?”

“You bet your sweet bottom dollar ass I do,”

Velvette scrunches up her face in confusion

“So you’re on tv?” Voe asks, suddenly interested

“Not just on, I am,” his face pops up on the television 

Voe smirks “Okay,” 

“So how about it?” He smirks back at her

“What do you want me to do?” her eyes wide and innocent

“You’re just taking my calls, handing my papers, getting me things,”

“So your assistant?”

He nods “Yep,” Vox’s assistant gets a hopeful look, Vox turns to him “Don’t get your hopes up,”

Being Vox’s assistant was quite demanding, he always needed something. One moment it was dry cleaning, the next he needed something typed up, he needed someone to hand him things on his broadcast, and then he’d need someone to sit and listen to him rant about whatever pissed him off that day. Voe was growing slightly restless she didn’t agree to this because she wanted to do clerical work, she wanted to be on TV, and being behind the camera was not cutting it. 

“Why didn’t you type it up while you were doing the dry cleaning?”

“Why would I do that?”

“You never heard of multitasking?”

Voe squints “I can’t carry my computer and your dry cleaning,”

“You have two arms,”

“And I use them both on your dry cleaning!”

“Maybe you should use one on the dry cleaning and the other, TO TYPE MY SHIT!”

“I would BUT YOU HATE WHEN YOUR SUIT TOUCHES THE GROUND!!”

Vox turns around “I can’t I can’t with her,”

“You know I’m not very tall right??”

“Excuses and complaints. GET THE SHIT DONE!!!”

“OKAY FINE! SHIT!” she waves her arms in surrender, dropping them at her sides

“Next you need to type up my broadcast,”

Voe looks at him “You don’t write your own shit?”

“Sometimes he does,” another assistant responds “But he just needs help sometimes,”

She shoots him a glare “I wasn’t talking to you!” she snaps before storming off.

Voe sat at her computer looking at the list of prompts that Vox wanted to touch upon. He was trying to introduce some new products to the market, something about a four-sided dildo, and he wanted her to write the segment on it. If he was gonna treat her like some common sinner, then she was going to show Vox exactly who she was.

_____________________________

“Ladies and gentlemen welcome to Vox-2-Nite! Great to be here, great to see you all.”  He smiles with his hands behind his back “Now first off I just want to congratulate Angel Dust for winning his Sex-xx-i Award for the fifth year in a row!”

“Yes! YES!! YESSSSSSSSSSS!” Someone screams in the crowd

Voe stands behind the set with the other assistants, there to make sure nothing goes wrong “Clearly talk shows have different standards in Hell,”

“And congrats to Angel Dust for getting fucked by 6 guys in a row, if you know what I mean?” the audience laughs at his quip

“Who’s Angel Dust?” Voe asks herself quietly

“Only the most watched porn star in all of Hell,” another of the assistants answers

A camera demon walks past “And the most dramatic,” he rolls his eyes

“Jealous much?”

“Oh I am not jealous,” he walks off

“Okay settle down, settle down. Hey! Shut the fuck up!” the room goes silent for a moment “Anyway, do we have a surprise for you? You spoke and we listened,”

Voe bites her lip in anticipation waiting for the segment she wrote to come up

“Presenting the quad-sided dildo for your asshole and mine,” Vox stops after saying it, he stares at the teleprompter in frustration and confusion, covering the slip-up with a smile. “Ha ha ha, let’s take a quick commercial break!”

Voe tries not to combust with laughter, holding herself together through sheer willpower. 

Vox gets up from his chair and goes backstage, all his other assistants scattering. He spots Voe standing and trying not to laugh. He approaches her.

“Is something funny?” he leans down and gets in her face “Want to hear another joke? This is your last night here!” He grins devilishly

Voe smirks at him “Whatever, not like you appreciated me anyway,”

“Awww, the little girl couldn’t handle running errands? So now she’s gonna run away?”

“I’m not running away, you just fired me,”

He ignores her “Aww you wanna be on TV so bad, but you don’t know,” his voice lowers and distorts “I’m the way to get there. You listen to me and you do what I say. Got it?”

She looks up at him “Yes, sir,”

He smirks “Good girl,” he hands her a pile of random things “Now take all this, and put it away.”

“What are these?”

“Boxes. And when you come back,” he turns his head “VINNY!”

“Yes?” he answered

“Watch her when she comes back,”

Voe sets her brows “I don’t need a babysitter,” 

Vox pinches her cheek “Aww, well clearly you do,” he says in a baby voice

“Uhh Mr. Vox, we’re back in 30 seconds?”

He cracks his neck “No we’re back when I get back on set!!”

“Okay,”

“Ew,” Voe says under her breath

Vox turns back to Vinny “Watch her,” he tells him, venom dripping from his voice

After putting the boxes she goes back to where she was standing, under the watchful eye of Vinny. She saw as the crowd hung onto every single word that came from Vox’s mouth, ingesting it like crack, leaving them wanting more.

“We’ve come up with a new drug that will make your hallucinations real, they can hurt and they can kill you,”

Wtf? Voe thought, but the crowd was eating it up.

“YEEEEEEEEESSSSSSS!!!!!!”

“You’ve all been a lovely crowd and you will come back for tomorrow night! Trust us with your entertainment!” A bell goes off signaling the end of the broadcast as Vox walks backstage once more “Where is my sparkling water?”

“Right here sir,” 

Voe goes up to him and taps his shoulder “Hey!”

He turns to face her “What?” he sees that it’s her and smirks “Did you enjoy the show?”

“How did you do that?”

“Do what?”

“You had them hanging on every word, even though you were saying utter nonsense,”

He places down the glass of sparkling water “My dear, it’s not what you say, it’s how you say it,”

“I want that,”

“Not with that bratty attitude. People don’t listen to brats. Brats don’t know what they’re doing,”

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying that you’re a brat, and if you want what I’ve got, you need to listen to me. You have pretty big ears, so I’m sure you can listen well,”

She rolls her eyes “I’ll play nice, okay,”

He leans down to look her in the eye “You won’t just play nice, you’ll be nice,”

She takes a huge breath “Okay,”

Vox smiles smugly “Have a good night,” he pats her head and walks off.

Voe feels breath on her neck and turns to see Vinny behind her

“I think I still have to watch you,”

“Fuck off Vinny!” she storms out of the broadcast area.

Chapter 2>

[obsidiancreates]

Context: I'm watching the Roman Of Reston Plays BG3 streams

So like, while I think a comparison could arguably be made between Sides Roman and Astarion (though it is a bit dicey- while Astarion does love being fabulous and fruity his Murder Hobo tendencies are more befitting of Remus), I think a more apt comparison for Roleslaying Roman would be Wyll.

Roman's dad is obviously much kinder, but they both have that "Craved adventure from a young age and holds a desire to protect others, wants to be nobel and do good, striving to live up to a high standard," vibe.

[doctorhouse5343]

Hobo Heart : *deadly siren, is responsible for a lot of fishing trips going awry, has a bad attitude, hates people in general and is a messy eater*

Hob : *bats eyelashes sweetly, does a little pin up pose before walking with his camera, on his way to change his mind with his dorky self and his irresistible brown eyes*

Dream : *weeping in the rain because his husband can't see danger, forgetting that Hob likes his men grumpy, just like how he was when they first met*

the power of brown eyes + dorkiness = Hob's secret weapon

if I don't have this Hob wearing booty shorts and crop tops I will be upset with myself, those hairy thighs of his must be seen *bites the rug in a feral fashion* Journalist Hob in booty shorts that shape his ass fabulously is exactly what we need

[marmaladeships]

F/o List

Romantic

Main F/o’s(uncomfortable sharing)

•Pierre Bezukhov(The Great Comet)

Tags:

~🧸My Cuddly Bear🧸~

~🧸The Bear and The Squirrel 🐿️ ~

•William Shakespeare(Something Rotten(Christian Borle)

Tags:

~🪶It’s Hard to Be The Bard🪶~

•(Young)Charles Xavier(X-men)

Tags:

~😈🔮~

~PsychicDæmon~

(They’re almost always on my mind:3)

F/o’s I’m currently hyper fixated on:

•The 4th Doctor(Doctor Who)

Tags:

~🍬Have a Jelly Baby🍬~

~🌌Me and The Doctor🌌~

•Sweeney Todd(2023 Revival)

Tags:

~🩸Sick at Heart🩸~

~🪒Pretty Men🪒~

•The 7th Doctor

Tags:

~❓~

•Oleg Salt(CaTCF)(Broadway version only)

Tags:

~🧂When Veruca Says🧂~

~ 💗💜💙~

•Patrick Bateman(American psycho)

Tags:

~🔪Hip to be Square🩸~

•Kurt Wagner(Nightcrawler)(X-men)

Tags:

~💙Fwuffy boy💙~

•King John(Robin Hood 2010)

Tags:

None yet

•Terzo(Ghost Band)

Tags:

~✨Can't you see that you're lost without me?✨~

F/o Limbo

•Oz,The Great and Powerful(Oscar Diggs)

The Wizard of Oz

Tags:

~💚Me and The Wizard💚~

Secondary F/o’s

•Karl Heisenberg(Re8)

Tags:

~⚙️Hobo Magneto⚙️~

~🤴Beauty and The Beast 🐺~

•Remy LeBeau(X-Men Comics)

Tags:

N/a

•Erik Destler(Poto)

Tags:

~🪽My Angel🪽~

•Wilford Warfstache(MEU)

Tags:

~💕Life needs a little Madness💕~

•Mephisto Pheles(Blue Exorcist)

Tags:

~💜Mephisto💜~ 

•Gale Dekarios(Bg3)

Tags:

~🪄I’m Going to Fistfight Mystra🪄~

•Raphael(Bg3)

Tags:

~😈Me and The Devil😈~

•The Easter Bunny(Rotg)

Tags:

N/a

•Montgomery Gator(FNAF)

Tags:

~🐊Hey!Little Guy!🐊~

Clowns 

•Jack the Clown(Jack Schmidt)(Halloween Horror Nights)

•Krusty the Clown(The Simpsons)

Joint Tags:

~🤡Hear me out guys🤡~

QPR’s

•Emmett ‘Doc’ Brown(Bttf)

Tags:

~⏱️Time Travel Buddies⏱️~

•Jack Rose(Just Dance)

Tags:

~🌹Lover Boy🌹~

•Skimbleshanks 

Tags:

~🐈A Cat That Cannot be ignored🐈~

•Darkwing Duck(Darkwing Duck)

Tags:

~🦆Daring Duck 🦆~

•Sportacus(LazyTown)

Tags:

N/a

Stede Bonnet + Edward Teach(Ofmd)

Tags:

~🐙The Gentleman,The Kracken and Me🐙~

•Darkiplier(MEU)

Tags:

~🥀My Hearts Desire🥀~

•Illinois(MEU)

Tags:

~🎢My First Adventure🎢~

Crushes

•Raoul De Chagny(Poto)

Tags:

~❤️The Vicomte❤️~

•Scrooge(Muppets+Netflix Version)

Tags:

~🦪Solitary as an Oyster 🦪~

•Dracule Mihawk(Opla)

Tags:

N/a

•Aziraphale and Crowley(GO)

Tags:

~👼I can be yuor angle👼~

~😈Or yuor devil😈~

•Anatoly Sergievsky(Chess)

Tags:

~♟️~

Maybe F/o’s

•Marvin Gardens(Falsettos)

Tags:

None yet 

Special Case F/os

(these are special because it they were my first f/o or they have some sort of meaning)(Won’t post about these much)

•Johann Faust the VIII(Shaman King)

Tags:

~♥️First Love♥️~

•William Afton

Tags:

N/a

•Grell Sutcliffe(Black Butler)

~💋My Fabulous Wife💋~

•Arataki Itto (Genshin Impact)

Tags:

~Boyfie~

•Carlisle Cullen(Twilight)

Tags:

~🧛‍♂️Hey Edward!Im f*cking your dad!🧛‍♂️~

•Yancy(MEU)

Tags:

~🚫I don’t wanna be free🚫~

•Royal Margarine Cookie(Crk) 

Tags:

~🐉The Handsome Dragon Rider🧈~

•Remy LeBeau (Gambit)(X-men)

Tags:

~

Tertiary F/os

(Don’t talk about these ones much so none of them have tags)

Overall Tag:

The Doctor’s Loves

•Bowser •King Dice  •Doc Ock  •Puss in Boots  •Finn Mcmissle  •Godbrand •Emperor Belos •Ken(Barbie Movie 2023)

•Spamton.G.Spamton

•Calico Jack(Ofmd)

•The Narrator

•Divus Crewel

•Vinsmoke Sanji

•Cole Cassidy

Familial F/os

(None of these have tags except for a few)

Sun/Moon(Fnaf)

Caretaker

Tags:N/a

Allan+Midge(Barbie Movie)

Brother+Sister-in-law

Tags:N/a

Anatole+Hélène Kuragin(The Great Comet)

Brother+Sister

Tags:~😈The Troublesome Trio😈~

Eda Clawthorne(Toh)

Mother

Tags:~🦢birb🦢~

Glamrock Freddy(FNAF)

Father

Tags:~✨You’re my Superstar✨~

Stanley(Tsp)

Twin Brother

Tags:~⁉️Wait!Two Stanley’s?!?!?⁉️~

Adam+Barbara Maitland(Beetlejuice)

Parents

Tags:~🧟Fright of their lives🧟~

Nellie Lovett(2023 Revival+Movie)

Mother

Tags:~🥧Me Mum🥧~

Ethan+Mia Winters(Resident Evil)

Brother+Sister-in-law

Tags:~❄️The Winters❄️~

The 12th+14th Doctor(Doctor Who)

Dads

Tags:~🙄Do you even know what thinking is?🙄

~🌌Wibbly Wobbily Timey Wimey🌌~

~🌌You’re like my dad!🌌~

The 11th Doctor(Doctor Who)

Brother-Figure

Tags

~🎀Bow ties are cool🎀~

Platonic F/os

Willy Wonka(CaTCF)

Tags:

~🌈Pure Imagination🌈~

Retired F/os

(Still kinda love them but not enough for them to be f/os)

•Shota Aizawa •Hizashi Yamada •Keigo Takami •Zhongli •Keaya •Diluc •Baizhu

•Undertaker •Sebastian Michaelis •Phone guy(Scott) •Asmodeus(Obey me)  •Gold Rodger •Almond cookie 

[brown-little-robin]

Would love to learn more about Jenna the Bag Lady and Rolly Polly 👀👀👀

Hi Songbird! Thanks for asking! :D

okay SO! basically, in my new universe, when a human clown dies, their persona takes on life as a whole new person. So there are clowns who can't change their physical appearance—they appear fully formed as clowns and just. have to deal with that! I made an explanation post about the world here in case this is confusing 😅

Jenna the Bag Lady is a "Bag Lady Clown", the female version of a Hobo Clown (a scruffy, sad clown that plays the part of a hobo, like from the Great Depression—it's a thing in the real world too!) Jenna has permanent sad makeup and is a little like a living scarecrow, clothes-wise, and I love her so much. She's a janitor as her day job, but in the evenings she's a mentor at the Clown Shelter of Des Moines, which is a homeless shelter and employment center for new clowns. Jenna is really sweet-natured, really intentionally kind, and good with new clowns, who tend to be confused and upset. She cries easily and laughs easily too. Jenna is doing a bit of looking into her family history at the start of her story, trying to figure out the legacy that led to her human parent to intentionally create such a pathetic persona. :')

Rolly Polly is a party clown, a big round lady with bright pink hair and a silly bow and ruffles and all that sort of thing. Her makeup is all friendly round shapes. Her clown dress is GLORIOUSLY poofy. (she can wear normal clothes, too, though—she's got a particular fondness for vests and Hawaiian shirts.) She's got lots of different skills—juggling, balloon animal making, unicycle riding, and all sorts of magic tricks. But her best skill is charming children! Her human parent specialized in working with children ten years old and younger. Rolly Polly herself works as a nanny—she honestly likes it better than she would like being a real clown, because she gets to work with the same kids for months and years at a time. Rolly Polly and Silly Jillie are business partners who recently started a clown nannying service!

these are fabulous characters, thanks for choosing them! <3

[reasoningdaily]

Hairstylist Tanisha Meeks did some sorcery to create a curly, red bob with Halle Bailey’s locs for the Met Gala! Whoa!

Chloe Bailey sang her heart out at the Essence Black Women In Hollywood Awards in 2023 with this intricate updo!

The sister duo walked hand-in-hand at The Earshot Prize event in 2022. Both of them had honey-blonde looks, but styled differently. We love individuality!

Chloe has sported blonde locs for a while now! In 2021, she added bedazzled edge extensions to the side of her face. How cool!

Now this is how you transform into a character! Halle wore her locs in flowing, hobo red locs to look like our version of Ariel for The Little Mermaid premiere.

Halle’s loc mohawk was super cute for Paris Fashion Week in 2022!

We’re obsessed! This honey-blonde braided halo and loc combination updo was fabulous for the Black Panther: Wakanda Forever premiere!

Matching high ponytails? Check! The Bailey sisters have perfected the twinning, yet personalized hairstyles.

Halle stuck with her natural hair color but added some extensions to make this beautiful fishtail braid with curly pieces to frame her face.

This is art, honey! Chloe’s locs were styled into this puff updo for the 2022 Academy Awards.

Okay, ponytail! This side pony is so unique and fun for The Little Mermaid premiere in Australia.

This is how you show up to a fashion show! This innovative, blonde, twisted loc ‘do on Chloe was a moment!

Don’t we all love the classic red carpet bun with a bang? Yes, yes we do!

Bedazzled bangs? Yes, please! This messy bun for a Bulgari event in 2021 was made for the superstar!

Wow, wow, wow! Halle and Chloe attended The Hollywood Reporter and Jimmy Choo Power Stylists Dinner with the iconic stylist Zerina Akers. These braided beehive styles are breathtaking!

Only an It girl like Chloe could pull off this bold ponytail! The silver detailing around the pony was killer!

Here’s some appreciation for the au naturel looks! The sisters had their locs pulled back in cute dos for the 2019 Teen Choice Awards.

Okay, drama! Let’s just have a moment for this serve! Halle’s braided locs pulled up into this giant bun is a 10!

[foreveralwaysanauthor]

Making an Effort

December 3, 2022

Prompt - Snow Lodge

Notes - I wrote so much yesterday that I pulled a muscle in my forearm lmao. That isn’t going to stop me from writing my prompts though!

On a normal day, by the time Miles pried himself out of bed, had his first coherent moment of the morning, and had his second mug of coffee in hand, Vivien was either sitting at the kitchen table with his brothers, chatting about something Miles had no idea about or reading books by the fireplace. The kid was up at the crack of dawn most days, exercising before practice by going on jogs through the neighborhood or, in most cases, just wanting to sneak in a visit with her boyfriend and his family before school. It wasn’t rare for Vivien to help herself to a cup of coffee and refill Miles’ mug while she was at it, but that morning, the house was silent and Miles’ coffee cup was empty. Miles didn’t want to say it, but he missed his little barista.

It wasn’t often that Vivien wasn’t around first thing in the morning, but the few times Vivien hadn’t been by, the girl had been sick or injured. Despite her impressive skills on the ice, Vivien had horrible coordination on dry ground, so Miles felt mildly worried she could’ve hurt herself. However, he was sure that Royce would have heard from his girlfriend if she had. Perhaps she had an early practice that morning and Miles had missed her visit. It wasn’t an outlandish idea since he was always up later on weekends. As Miles realized that he had been staring into his empty coffee cup, hoping the little droplets he’d left behind would give him the answer he was looking for, he sighed and rose from the table, confusing Lela who had been watching him in amusement.

Miles poured himself a fresh cup of coffee and added some extra cream and sugar before heading for the living room where his brothers were sitting on the couch, reading comic books. Standing in front of the couch, Miles took a long, slow sip of his coffee before turning his attention to Royce and Bentley, who were staring at him in wonder. “Can we help you?” Bentley asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Where’s your girlfriend?” Miles asked before taking another sip of coffee and cringing into the mug. Something about the coffee just didn’t taste right.

Bentley turned to Royce, who looked equally as confused. “Um, I don’t have one,” the blonde replied. “Nor do I want one, to be honest with you.”

Miles sent his youngest brother a look and sighed, “I meant RJ.”

“That makes more sense,” Bentley chuckled.

Royce sighed, closing his comic book and setting it aside, “She and her family are volunteering at some camp in Massachusetts this weekend. They needed more help and they had nothing to do this weekend.”

“Who the hell goes camping in the middle of winter?” Miles grumbled as he took a seat on the end of the couch.

“It’s just a weekend thing,” Royce explained. “They call it Arctic Blast.”

“She sent pictures from when they got there yesterday,” Bentley added. “It looks like a lot of fun.”

Miles hummed and returned to his coffee as his girlfriend came down the stairs, into the living room. He knew he was lucky to be able to call Carrie his girlfriend, he was reminded that she was far out of his league every time he looked at her. Every morning, though, he wondered how she could be so well put together so early in the morning when he still looked like some hobo the family dragged in from off the street. Carrie was way ahead of Miles in the day, as always - already dressed, hair curled to perfection, and perky as ever without much, if any, coffee. How on earth she managed to look so ready for the day when Miles was ready to collapse back into bed, he’d never know. Miles’ messy hair and sweats were a fabulous contrast to Carrie’s Italian wool sweater and soft plaid pants. Her superstar persona had toned down quite a bit since she and Miles first started dating, but her sixties style was still present, even in her casual clothes.

After kissing Miles on the cheek, Carrie sat between the oldest and youngest Murphy brothers with a smile. “So, what’s going on this morning?”

Bentley smirked as he answered, “Miles missed Vivien’s coffee delivery service and is moping.”

“I am not moping,” Miles argued, sending a glare in his brother’s direction before taking another sip of coffee and wincing as he swallowed the bitter bean juice. “And I don’t miss her coffee. I have some right here.”

“Doesn’t taste the same, does it?” Royce asked with a grin.

Miles slowly lowered his mug, eyeing the brown liquid with scrutiny before glancing at Royce. “What did you do to it?”

Royce’s hands went up in surrender as he laughed, “Don’t blame me, blame Viv. She normally brings over coffee grounds from Dunkin Donuts, but our bag ran out yesterday after you two went through six cups combined. We had to brew some knock-off brand coffee this morning.”

Miles grumbled, “That explains why it tastes like dirt.”

“Why do you keep drinking it, then?” Carrie asked, finding mild amusement in the situation as her boyfriend tipped the cup back and drained the rest of the coffee.

“Bad coffee is still coffee,” Miles and his brothers claimed in unison, the two younger brothers rolling their eyes at the familiar statement as their older brother placed his coffee cup on the coffee table. Royce and Bentley had heard the phrase from their brother enough times at home before Miles had been able to afford the more high-quality stuff.

Unsurprised with their joint answer, Carrie shook her head with a grin. “Why don’t we just go downtown and pick up more of the usual coffee?”

“We don’t have time, I’m afraid,” Mack said from the entrance of the kitchen.

Turning to the older woman as she and Lela entered the room, Royce asked, “Why not?”

With a smile, Mack approached the group, leaning on the back of the couch with her cup of tea in hand. “Vivien’s parents are working at Camp Northfield for the weekend and found that they have some open bunks for tonight and offered us a few of the spots in the main lodge.”

“We get to go camping?” Bentley asked, his face practically shining with excitement.

“Sort of,” Brady agreed as he made his way into the room, reading something on his phone as he went. “They have sledding, skating, hockey, and something called an ice tornado.”

“Sounds like fun,” Miles mumbled, grabbing one of the pillows from the corner of the couch and using it to cover his face as he lay down. “Have a good time.”

Carrie shook her head and pulled the pillow away enough to meet her boyfriend’s exhausted eyes. “If you go get your stuff together, we can stop for coffee on the way.”

Miles lazily raised an arm, childishly extending his pinkie as he muttered into the pillow, “Promise?”

With a small smile and a nod, Carrie looped her finger around Miles’ and leaned forward, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Promise.” Once her finger was released, Carrie turned to Mack and Brady and asked, “What do we need to bring?”

Mack answered, “Just your essentials, pajamas, and a change of clothes for tomorrow.”

Lela smiled from behind the couch, placing a hand on Royce and Bentley’s shoulders with a hopeful smile, “You two want to go pack?”

As the two brothers got up from the couch, Carrie smirked and said, “If your brother isn’t upstairs by the time you’re done packing, I’ll let you pick out his clothes for him.”

Bentley and Royce grinned devilishly at each other before propelling off the couch and heading for the stairs. With a groan of complaint, Miles moved the pillow off of his face and sat up, grumbling as he moved, “I’m going, I’m going.”

Lela grinned and followed Miles to the stairs, chatting with him about all of the fun they were going to have while Carrie, Mack, and Brady watched. Turning to the older couple, Carrie asked, “Have you ever been to this camp?”

Brady nodded, “I’ve been a few times for their winter retreats and Christmas dinners.”

“And I used to volunteer as a counselor every summer,” Mack stated with a proud smile. “The winter break and Arctic Blast are their last hurrahs until June, but it’s always fun.”

Carrie could see Mack being a counselor at some point. She was probably a very good, responsible mentor for the kids who came and went every year. However, Mack was from California and Carrie couldn’t picture anyone from a warmer state enjoying the freezing cold and snow that seemed to come with the idea of an Artic Blast. That in itself posed another question - how would this camp have an Arctic Blast without snow? It hadn’t snowed at all so far - something Carrie was extremely grateful for - but that meant no snow for sledding, no ice for skating, and no possible way to do half of the things they advertised. 

Watching the blonde’s confusion grow, Mack chuckled, “They have a snow machine and an indoor skating rink in the basement of one of the lodges. Just a warning, though, it will be very cold outside, so dress as warm as you can.”

Despite her smile and cheerful nod as she rose from the couch and headed for the stairs, Carrie could tell this little excursion wouldn’t be much fun. If anything, she’d be stuck inside all day, drinking hot chocolate and trying to stay warm. The idea of going anywhere near the snow, regardless of whether it was real or manufactured, was certainly unpleasant, to say the least. As Carrie entered the room she was sharing with Miles, she hoped that everyone else would be able to have at least a little fun even though she would be stuck inside for most of their trip.

After almost two hours on the road, the family’s van pulled onto a loose gravel driveway leading to a large, wooden cabin. The cabin looked far bigger and more welcoming in person than it did in pictures. The upper floor had a wrap-around balcony that stretched around the building and met the hill in the backyard and the warm lighting emanating from the windows gave the whole place a warm, cozy feeling despite the snow that coated the ground outside. Pulling to a stop in the lightly plowed grass between a truck and a large, looming pine tree, the group piled out of the car and looked around the camp property.

At the bottom of the hill, right near the end of the driveway was a small lawnmower attached to a pole, a large tarp strapped to the back of the lawnmower as it rounded the pole. A group of teenagers clung to the tarp as it flung them in a circle, whipping them across the manmade patch of ice. What caught almost everyone’s attention was the screaming coming from the distant hill leading past an old, white building toward a large, brown and green building.  They watched as a long train of people on snow tubes flew down the side of the hill, past the white building toward the end of the driveway. Near the bottom of the hill, the line broke apart and everyone ended up skidding to a stop in the distance.

Bentley turned to Royce with a laugh, “We have to try that!”

“Only if you plan on carrying me up the mountain,” Royce chuckled. “I don’t think my inhaler has enough in it to let me go up that thing.” 

Mack placed a hand on Royce’s shoulder as she passed him. “It’s not as hard as it looks, sweetheart. Now, everyone, grab your bags and let’s go inside.”

As everyone else grabbed their things from the car, Carrie stood to the side, bouncing from one leg to the other and huffing hot air into her gloved hands in an attempt to stay warm. She had borrowed one of Mick’s coats - a thick, quilted coat with a sort of fake fur lining the hood - but it provided no warmth for her legs in the winds that whipped through the area. Her fashionable plaid pants had been exchanged for fleece-lined leggings, the one thing in her closet that Mick told her would keep at least some of the winter chill away, but they seemed to do little for the blonde’s normally warm, Florida skin.

Once the car had been mostly cleaned out, Carrie and Mick grabbed their things and followed behind the rest of the group toward the log building. Mick chuckled as Carrie slid on a patch of ice with a screech, latching onto the smaller brunette for safety, “Are you okay?”

“I hate the cold and I’m starting to hate ice just as much,” Carrie huffed as she blew a clump of curls from her face and righted herself. “I feel ridiculous.”

“At least you look like a New Englander,” Mick said reassuringly. “You’ll blend in with all of the other snow squirrels in the lodge.”

Carrie raised an eyebrow as Mick opened the door to the lodge. “Snow squirrels?”

“People who can’t stand the snow, but are here anyway,” Mick explained as they headed inside Hilliker Lodge, a large sign on the outside welcoming them to the camp. “Squirrels usually hibernate in the winter, so that’s what we call the people who just hang out in the cabins all day.”

Carrie shivered as an imaginary wall of heat welcomed her. It was a welcoming warmth compared to the high winds on the other side of the heavy doors. Just inside the front door was a sign asking people to leave any snow pants or boots by the heaters to dry and the available activities for the day. As Mack and Brady talked with the man at the front counter, Mick led the group into the room directly across from the front door where a cracking fireplace, two pool tables, and an air hockey table were surrounded by people talking and relaxing with friends and family. Conversations overlapped in the overly loud room and, somehow, Carrie ended up being dragged over to the air hockey table by Bentley and made to play a few rounds while they waited to find out where their rooms were.

“You know,” Bentley began as he batted the puck to Carrie, watching it bounce off of her paddle and hit the side of the table, “I think this trip could be a lot of fun.”

“It could be,” Carrie attempted. The thought of frostbite and turning into a human popsicle was the furthest thing from ‘fun’ in the blonde’s mind, but she was at least willing to play along. “Are you looking forward to anything in particular?”

“I have my eye on a few things,” Bentley admitted before meeting the blonde’s gaze. “Are you?”

Under the almost intimidating stare the fifteen-year-old gave, Carrie felt pressured to be honest in her answer. “Not really,” she told him. “I’ll probably just stay inside.”

Bentley hummed as Carrie saved the puck from sliding into her goal, inching it out of the danger zone before batting it back toward the teenager. As he zig-zagged the puck toward Carrie, Bentley said, “Good. That gives you plenty of time to bond with Royce.”

The puck sank into Carrie’s unprotected goal as Bentley’s words threw her off-guard, winning Bentley the game. Brushing off her surprise at his words and seemingly easy win, Carrie asked, “What do you mean? He’s here for Vivien.”

“She’s the skating advisor for the weekend,” Bentley stated calmly. “Vivien won’t have any free time to spend with Royce apart from mealtimes. That leaves you and him with nothing to do.”

“He can take you sledding or to go play hockey,” Carrie offered.

Bentley’s steely gaze made Carrie freeze. There was an intensity in his stare that she had never seen before from the teen, but she had seen a few times in his oldest brother’s eyes. Bentley spoke slowly and clearly, “Don’t try to worm your way out of this.”

Defiance reared in Carrie’s mind as her posture straightened subconsciously and she stated, “I’m not.”

“You are and it’s understandable,” Bentley claimed. “While you and I didn’t get off on the best foot, I was the easier one to win over since I’m the baby of the family. You put in the effort to make me like you and I do. But you’ve done nothing to help your case with Royce.”

“I’ve tried,” Carrie sighed, sparing a glance at the curly-haired brunette who was busy playing pool with Butchy, Lela, and Miles while Mick watched. “I’ve tried to take an interest in what he likes, I’ve bought him some things I think he’ll enjoy, and even Miles has tried to help, but it doesn’t work. Royce doesn’t like me regardless of what I do.”

“Have you tried approaching him as a sister?”

Carrie’s gaze shifted, turning back to the young blonde across from her. “What do you mean?”

“Royce sees you as a threat to us as brothers,” Bentley sighed. “He’s worried that you’ll either take Miles away from us or you’ll break Miles’ heart someday. Royce doesn’t want to like you because he’s scared to. If you show him that you can be the older sister figure and not just some celebrity in our lives who buys our friendship or love, he might just begin to accept you.”

As much as she didn’t want to get her hopes up about her relationship with Royce moving from the stagnant spot it had been in since their first meeting, Carrie wanted to believe Bentley’s words. “Do you really think that’s possible?”

“I do.”

Carrie looked over at Royce who had just helped Lela beat Miles and Butchy at pool, and smiled as the seventeen-year-old high-fived his teammate with a beaming smile. She wanted to feel at least some semblance of friendship with the boy. He was, after all, one of her boyfriend’s brothers. Carrie sighed, but smiled as she came to a decision,  “It’s worth a shot.”

Bentley grinned, all semblance of seriousness disappearing as though it never existed in the first place, “I knew you’d come to your senses. Now, if he asks, Miles already promised he would take me to do stuff and you decided to try spending time getting to know him better.”

Carrie chuckled, “You’ve been planning this, haven’t you?”

“Of course,” Bentley replied with a roll of his eyes. “Royce can be quite thick-headed, but if I can be won over, so can he. It just takes time.”

As Bentley fished the hockey puck out from the side pocket of the game, Carrie looked back over at Royce as he chatted with the rest of their group and smiled. He talked so animatedly with everyone else, but as soon as his gaze landed on the blonde who was staring his way, Royce stalled. She nodded his way, and Royce gave her a stiff raise of his head before turning back to the conversation around him, noticeably less energetic. Carrie’s smile faltered as she attempted to focus on her game against Bentley, hoping that, in the end, Bentley would be right. 

By the time they had figured out what cabin they were staying in, the group hiked their way up to the Hilltop Lodge to put away their belongings and find out where Vivien was working. Royce was more than happy to drop onto the bottom bunk in the room he’d have to share with the rest of the men in their family, glad that his asthma wasn’t awful by the time they got there. Sadly, he hadn’t seen Vivien at all since they got there and was hoping to surprise her at least a little. After a few minutes of relaxing, he asked Brady for directions to the skating rink and decided to leave his room in search of Vivien, but found that he wasn’t alone in the hallway. 

Carrie smiled his way and Royce fought the urge to roll his eyes at her. His opinion of Carrie hadn’t improved much since he’d first met her, but it had shifted at least a little after she and Butchy had begun inching past their differences. It wasn’t much, but he was trying for Miles’ sake. “Hey, Royce,” Carrie greeted with her signature, beaming grin. Royce had to look away from the shine of her impossibly white teeth as she approached him. “Where are you off to?”

“To find my girlfriend,” he replied simply, putting in the effort to not sound exhausted by her presence. He had already put up with her on the car ride and felt no need to spend any more time with the blonde than he had to. What his brother saw in the girl’s irritating existence, he’d never know.

“Me too!” Carrie exclaimed. “I was hoping she’d teach me how to skate.”

Royce glanced questioningly over his shoulder as Carrie followed him down the stairs to the main level of the lodge. “You don’t know how to skate?”

Carrie shook her head, “Never tried. It always looks so graceful and magical when the Olympics come around, but I’ve never seen ice or snow in person.”

Hoping to dissuade the blonde from spending any amount of time with him and his girlfriend, Royce huffed, “Well, that magic sort of disappears after you watch your brother fall through the ice in the middle of a pond.”

Swallowing thickly at Royce’s tone, Carrie hummed, “I heard about that. It must have been terrifying.”

Royce hadn’t expected her to know about Bentley’s fall through the ice, but he supposed Miles told her everything about their private lives. “Miles tell you that?”

“No,” Carrie replied with a shake of her head. “Bentley did.”

That threw Royce off enough to make him freeze in the middle of the walkway. Carrie took Royce by the arm and moved out of the way so others could pass by as Royce’s mind wandered. When did she spend enough time with Bentley, without him around, to talk about something that happened a year ago? He was always with Bentley and they had never talked much with Carrie, especially not about something that terrified them both for a long time. “When did he tell you about it?”

“Last night,” Carrie admitted softly so the strangers around them wouldn’t hear. “I was in the kitchen, getting some tea because I couldn’t sleep, and Bentley came down to grab some water. He told me that he had a bad dream and told me a little about it.”

Instead of squashing Royce’s curiosity, Carrie’s statement only aided in making it more intense. He could understand his brother going for a drink or something to calm him down, but why did Bentley talk to Carrie about something like that? What hadn’t Bentley gone to him for help? They shared a room, for crying out loud! Even if he had been sleeping, that had never stopped Bentley before. Did Bentley really feel comfortable enough with Carrie to tell her about something he felt was personal?

A hand on Royce’s arm snapped him back to reality like a rubber band as Carrie softly asked, “Are you okay?”

Letting out a long breath, Royce chose to keep his questions to himself, swallowing his concerns with a shake of his head. “I’m fine. Let’s just go.”

Carrie watched Royce walk away, briefly wondering what could have been going through the teenager’s mind, but as Royce turned back to her with an expectant look, Carrie set her curiosity aside for the time being and followed him outside. They walked across the bright white, snowy ground, seemingly heading for the white building they had seen people zooming past when they first arrived. Carrie’s shivering only intensified as a gust of wind raced through the area, nearly knocking her into the snow. Royce was quick to reach out, latching onto the sleeve of the blonde’s borrowed coat and making sure she could stand properly before continuing on as though nothing had happened. 

The inside of the skating rink was warm enough that Royce felt alright with taking his jacket and sweater off. Carrie didn’t share this comfort and only took off her coat, staying bundled in her fuzzy sweater with Miles’ spare scarf still secured around her neck and Mick’s fur-cuffed, leather gloves keeping her fingers from falling off. To Carrie’s surprise, a couple of girls on the ice were skating in dresses or workout clothes, not a sweater or gloves in sight. As Royce looked around the ice rink for Vivien, Carrie spotted a brunette with her hair in two knots at the base of her neck and a tall man with auburn hair chatting at the snack bar, laughing about something the man had said. The brunette turned to the side just enough for Carrie to see the glittery gold glasses she had gifted Vivien for her birthday. Carrie turned to Royce with a grin and lightly patted his arm before nodding toward the boy’s girlfriend.

As they turned toward Vivien and her mountainous companion, the spectacled brunette dropped the sandwich she was eating and shoved the auburn-haired man with a laugh, “You’re such an ass, Riven!”

“Takes one to know one, pipsqueak,” the man, Riven, teased in return before going back to his food.

Carrie looked at Royce and, thankfully, found him smiling at his girlfriend’s interaction with the stranger. Grateful Royce didn't seem remotely close to being the jealous type or that he was at least distracted by the sight of his girlfriend, Carrie nudged him with her elbow. At Royce’s confused expression, she gestured toward the boy’s girlfriend with a grin, “What are you waiting for? Go get her.”

Royce took a few steps toward Vivien before calling out, “Hey, Vivien Leigh!”

Vivien’s back straightened as Riven turned to the voice curiously. Vivien turned slowly, swallowing the mouthful of food she had taken before smiling as she found her boyfriend standing just a few feet away. Dropping her sandwich back onto her plate, Vivien charged forward with a squeal of, “Rolls!” Even with her skates still tightly laced on her feet, Vivien moved with the speed of an Olympic runner, launching herself at her boyfriend and practically tackling him to the padded floors of the skating rink. The two stayed on the floor for a while, but neither seemed to mind the stares they were getting from other skaters as Carrie and Riven approached them and urged them to get off of the old, sticky mats. 

“You didn’t tell me you were coming,” Vivien laughed as she pushed herself up from the ground.

Both Carrie and Vivien offered Royce a hand up as he said, “Your parents got us a room for the night so we could hang out and explore.”

Vivien chuckled, “Well, I won’t be able to get away too much, but I’ll try to sneak in some sledding or skating with you.”

Vivien’s auburn-haired friend stepped forward and nudged Vivien in the side, “Ooh! I’m telling on you.”

“As if!” Vivien laughed. “You do that and I’ll tell Chief about you running off with Ava Hull in the middle of the night.”

“Yeah, yeah, alright,” Riven snorted before turning to Royce with a smirk. “This your boyfriend, Viv?”

Vivien nodded emphatically, beaming in Royce’s direction. “Riven, this is Royce. Royce, I think you met Riven at my Christmas party last year, right? He’s my skating partner.”

“Yeah,” Royce said as he held a hand out for Riven to shake. “We didn’t get the chance to talk, though.”

Riven chuckled as he shook Royce’s hand, “Not a biggie, kid. Now, who’s your friend?”

Royce turned to Carrie who simply waved. “That’s Carrie. She’s dating my brother.”

Carrie smiled and turned her attention to Vivien, “I was hoping you could teach me to skate.”

Vivien’s eyes lit up like fireworks on the Fourth of July as she nodded, “Of course!” Vivien took Carrie by the hand and began leading her away, abandoning her friend and leaving Royce trailing behind them as she rambled, “We’ll have to get you a set of skates to borrow for now, but when we get back home, we’ll have to get you to break in a new pair since rental skates are hard to work with most of the time and aren’t taken care of as well as they should be.”

Royce watched as Carrie allowed Vivien to drag her around the skating rink, bringing her to the rack of available skates and making her try on different sizes and styles. Carrie never once complained about the brunette’s enthusiasm, but Royce did catch her chuckling softly as Vivien thought aloud to herself. Vivien seemed excited to spend time with the blonde, something Royce figured only Bentley, Miles, and Lela could willingly do. 

As he watched Vivien tie Carrie’s hair into a secure bun, Carrie asked him if he was going to join them on the ice. When he responded that he wasn’t sure, Royce tried to ignore the almost sad look that briefly flashed across the blonde’s face. Why did she want him around when he was hardly ever anything but standoffish to her? Royce pushed away the idea that she could’ve wanted to spend time with him. Even if she did, it was probably just something Miles had put her up to.

Once she had helped Carrie lace up her skates the proper way, Vivien left her alone with Royce so she could grab a butt pad just in case Carrie needed it. Carrie attempted to stand on the blades of her rental skates, but quickly found herself back on the wooden bench. She laughed, “This will be fun.” Royce merely hummed in agreement from his seat on the bench across from her. After glancing around to make sure nobody could hear them, Carrie leaned forward and said, “You know, I totally understand you not wanting to go on the ice after what happened to Bentley last year, but if you change your mind and want to join us on the ice, I’d be more than happy to spend some time hanging out with you and getting to know you better, even if I end up flat on my ass half the time we’re out there.”

For once, Royce didn’t fight his amusement, letting out a chuckle as he shook his head, “Thanks, Carrie.”

Carrie’s signature smile appeared as Vivien returned with the extra padding, “Anytime.”

“Ready to go?” Vivien asked with a smile.

“As I’ll ever be,” Carrie sighed as she pushed herself to her feet. She wobbled a bit at first, but regained her balance with Vivien’s assistance. As they marched toward the nearest gate to the ice, Carrie glanced over at Royce and said, “Wish me luck!”

Royce grinned and nodded as he watched Vivien lead Carrie onto the ice. Wanting to give the girl some kind of reassurance, Royce thought about what he had heard Miles tell the blonde before work before, trying to remember the phrase his brother said so much. “Break a leg,” he offered hesitantly, hoping that was the correct term. Carrie’s head whipped back toward him with a small grin that only spread wider as she took in his small smile. Her happiness didn’t last long, though, as she took a step without using Vivien or the wall as a brace and soon found her legs had gone out from under her, slamming her onto the frigid ice below. Staring up at the ceiling above her, Carrie chuckled breathlessly as she heard Royce holler over the music, “I didn’t mean that literally!” Maybe forming some kind of bond with him wouldn’t be as hard as she had made it out to be.

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A, H and O 💛

Yessss, thank you for asking!

A - Ships that you currently like a lot

Look. I have never read One Piece. I have never watched the One Piece anime. I have gone into this live action series with exactly two thoughts: 'stretchy pirate'. What I have come out with is shipping slutty swordsmaster with fabulous beard and hobo dad pirate.

H - What is your favourite source for fandom stuff

Depends a lot. I still like to read books, although I don't do it nearly as much as I used to as a kid and teen, and I do also appreciate movies and live action tv shows. And I have seen/listened to enough ttrpg actual play content to say that this is also currently one of my main sources of fandom. I'm not hugely into animation, but maybe I should change that? Oh, and video games! Especially like, narrative-driven games (which I usually don't play myself, but rather watch other people play them). So yeah, like. A lot. Anything. Everything.

O - Choose a song at random. Which ship or character does it remind you of?

MATTIS - Loverboy

I literally only have this song in a playlist so I can practice spins to it hahaha. Oh, but it reminds me, somehow, of Lucien from Critical Role campaign 2? Now that I've read the lyrics at least. XD

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Tan leather: Women's leather messenger bags for women have a classic elegance and sophistication about them. This fabric is renowned for its strength and capacity to age gracefully, acquiring a distinctive patina with time. 

As, there are many different types of messenger bags for women, and each has advantages and designs of its own.  Therefore, every woman can find the perfect messenger bag, whether her preference is for the durability of canvas, the sophistication of leather, the utility of nylon, or the sustainability of recycled materials.

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