#i love seeing customer pics ahhh!

[kimjunnoodle]

anyway other than meeting the loml today i also got a dual walking stick/dagger :)

[petermorwood]

Sound FX oopsie or not?

I was watching a couple of episodes of "The Crown" last week, and picked up yet again on something I'd noticed - heard - before. Unless there's something going on that I don't know about, the sound the show used for phones is incorrect.

They (w)ring wrong. In fact they ring American.

UK / Irish bell-ringer phones, the ones I grew up with - and which you'd expect to hear in Buckingham Palace, Balmoral etc. - had a short double ring, like so: Brringg-Brringg ... Brringg-Brringg ... Brringg-Brringg.

US bell-ringer telephones had a single long-ish ring, like so: Brrriiinnng ... Brrriiinnng ... Brrriiinnng.

It probably sounds unimportant for those too young to have heard these phones unless they've installed a "old phone ring" in their mobile.

However for people who grew up with a particular ring (not that long ago, the phones in those pics brring'd on in homes and offices on both sides of the Pond well into the 1990s) the incorrect sound can be as odd as, for instance, seeing US or Irish / UK cars driving on the wrong side.

It takes a couple of seconds, and then "Oh, that's not right..." (or not left, as appropriate).

Despite more on-line searching than I should have wasted time on, I haven't found either "goof" or "reason why" to explain how those phones in "The Crown" rang the way they did, and it's an itch I'd love to scratch.

*****

Another sound error is depicting modern British emergency vehicles as having two-tone (dee-dah-dee-dah) horns. Not any more - even though an EV going somewhere in a hurry with lights and sounds on is AFAIK still "running blues and twos".

Nowadays "twos" have been replaced by wailer, yelper and oth-er kinds of electronic siren - none of which, IMO, are as efficient as the two-tone either for cutting through ambient noise or indicating which direction the sound and vehicle is coming from.

I've also got a memory of a documentary sometime in the past year about the Battle of Britain and the Blitz (i.e. 1940-41) where whoever dubbed in the sound-effects clearly assumed that a dee-dah tone has always been the British police-fire-ambulance warning.

Ahhh... No.

British emergency vehicles in the 1940s didn't use sirens, horns or klaxons; they were fitted with hand-operated or electric bells. At that period, the two-tone warning called a Martin-Horn...

...was AFAIK exclusively German...!

All this sounds picky-picky, but while using the wrong plane or ship or vehicle because no example of a real one exists any more is one thing, making a mistake in something as inexpensive and easily-reconstructed as a period sound is another matter.

Of course it's a well-known truism that while the contract for a movie / show's historical consultant says they must be paid, there's no matching contract clause that says they must be heeded, so for the sake of their scholarly reputations those consultants sometimes demand to be removed from the credits.

Looking at you, Ridley...

*****

ETA: Some days later, with that original post still queued, I may perhaps have found an answer. :->

I've just watched "Thirteen Days", that rather good, properly tense movie about the Cuban Missile Crisis, in which Kevin Costner's character had two phones at home. The black one was domestic with a US single ring, the red one was Official...

With a UK-style double ring.

Without bothering to re-watch each relevant episode of "The Crown", I'm now thinking those "incorrect" phone-rings may all have been internal lines and - like the Official phone in "Thirteen Days" - had a different ringing pattern to denote they weren't a "civilian" call.

In addition, the Costner character and his wife both react to the double ring with alarm, indicating they know its significance.

All of the above makes sense when you consider that custom ringtones were half a century in the future, and there's only so much the electrical pulses driving a pair of metal bells can do...

[deuxcherise]

Collar Crimes: All Bark, No Bite (1/2)

C/w: Unhealthy behavior (?) | Yandere | Female OC | Gender Neutral Reader | Reader is a bit of a… gold digger here (pun intended lol) | Comfort (?) | Fluff (?) | Slight Angst (near the end)| Swearing | Includes a cute pic of a Golden Retriever x German Shepherd mix dog for reference

A/n: So a long time ago, before reader met Eris, reader met a certain dog~ Hint, hint: she was mentioned in the last chapter (can I call it a chapter? It was in part 2). It’s not the bartender, by the way. So this is going to be a two parter because it got too long. Huh… Is it just me or are these getting longer and longer? Even the animal is getting bigger lol. Enjoy~

Masterlist | Part 2, Part 3 (1/2) (you’re here!), Part 3 (2/2)

[Seven years ago…]

“Hiiiii~ Welcome to Petal Blush Cafe, dear guest. We’re so happy-happy to see you~”

“Oh, what do we have here? I heard a lot of great things about you. Come give Papa a big ol’ smile, why don’t cha?”

You keep your ever present resting blank face on, place your index fingers together in front of your mouth and drag them apart in an upward curve. You throw in a tilt of your head, as a bonus.

The customer throws his head back in ecstasy. “AHHH! So it’s true what they say. I feel so refreshed! Papa’s got an appetite for some sandwiches… unless you’re on the menu today?”

“Oh my~ You flatter me~ But unfortunately, nooooo, sir~” you say with a high-pitched cutesy voice that heavily contrasts your stiff-robot face, fanning yourself for show.

You’ve always hated these kinds of customers– actually, you really hated this job in general. Not only were you forced to wear a ridiculously, scandalously short pink waitress dress uniform regardless of your gender, but you had to listen to yourself speak with an ear-gratingly high-pitched tone, because that’s what sells the performance here.

Have you tried to leave? Well, you’ve thought about it, but no. Where else would they pay you enough to make rent? Besides, with who runs this cafe and who owns the area, do you think you’d be able to leave scot-free? No.

You sigh internally. Ah… if only someone with a lot of money could just… sweep me off my feet. Someone kind… Someone considerate… Someone polite…

Pff. Yeah, right. Like that’s ever going to happen.

You take his usual order on your paper notepad. As you leave, you feel something heavy slap against your behind, the action sending a jolt through the rest of your body. You glance behind you and see the customer don a sleazy smirk, which further adds to your disgust and increasing resentment for this place. You pick up the pace to hand over the order to the chef. You slam the paper down onto the counter with a little more force than expected, warranting Remy’s attention.

“Which table?” he nonchalantly asks, cracking a couple of eggs onto the pan.

Somehow, despite wearing the same outfit as you, he maintains an extremely powerful look with his exposed bulging muscles and trimmed beard held by his hairnet. You envy the man.

“Table 13,” you grumble.

“Special sauce?”

“Special sauce.”

“Got it.”

The bell rings and in comes a trio of brothers in fancy suits, three of your most loyal customers, along with an unfamiliar face. Upon their request, the hostess leads them to a table in your section. You grab four menus before walking over and greeting them as usual.

“Hiiiii~ Welcome back to Petal Blush Cafe, dear guests,” you greet, face still with its blank expression. “We’re so happy-happy to see you~” you say, with your iconic blank face.

The three men roar with delight. The lady with them, wearing the same kind of suit, simply pinches and pulls at her sleeve as she keeps her face downcast. One of the brothers turns to the lady with them while pointing at you. “Hey, Sis. Whatcha think of (Y/n), huh? That straight face and cute voice. Combo’s real nice, ain’t it?”

“O-oh… um…” The woman makes eye contact with you for a split second before she looks away, a blush appearing on her face. She nods animatedly, releasing another roar from the men, much to your confused amusement.

“Oh right! (Y/n). You already know the three of us: Dante, Vergil and Nero. This,” Dante says, placing an arm around the lady’s shoulders, “is our baby sister, Lyn. She may look shy right now, but put a weapon in her hand and…” He whistles before chuckling.

“Ah. Happy-happy to have you, Lyn~” you say, cutely wiggling your fingers.

“... T-thank you… (Y/n).”

“Good girl,” one of the brothers sitting across pats her on the head. She reminds you of a golden retriever, with her blond hair and gentle, round eyes.

“Yay~ Now, what will it be today~?” you ask, clicking your pen.

They order some sandwiches and some drinks. You place the order in exchange for picking up the order for that sleazy customer who calls himself Papa. You and Remy exchange knowing looks before you deliver the food.

“Oooh. This looks delicious. Thank you very much, sweetheart.”

You nod and start walking away, before your arm is grabbed by a meaty hand. You turn your head around to see the man grinning at you maliciously. 

“Now, wait a gosh darn second. I heard that this establishment offers a… special service. Now… you aren’t holding off on me, are ya?”

You rip your arm out of his grasp, used to being grabbed by unscrupulous individuals like this man. You answer, “Oh~ The special service~ Sorry, hon~ That’s a privilege only reserved for customers who have dined here more than ten times~ Since you’ve come here once, that means you’ll have to come back nine more times.”

The special service in question refers to asking any server to sing the cafe’s jingle and perform a cutesy dance for the customer asking. Everyone who works here must learn this song and dance before they can be placed on the floor, adding their own twist to it, of course, thus providing a unique experience.

The man slams a fist on the table and stands up, his face red with anger. “WHAT? I CANCELLED A VERY IMPORTANT MEETING FOR THIS. NOW IF YOU DON’T GIVE ME THE SPECIAL SERVICE, I AM GOING TO–”

Click!

Both your heads turn to the side to discover Lyn pointing a loaded revolver with one hand just a feet away, aimed directly for the man’s skull. Her eyes are sharp and narrowed, unlike the gentle, round ones you were introduced to earlier.

She raises her eyebrows. “Is there a problem here, sir?” she asks, voice firm and steady.

“D-do… do you know who you’re pointing that gun at, lady?” the man stutters, sweating beading up on his forehead.

Lyn shrugs. “Does it matter?”

“O-of course it does! Shoot me and you’ll have the West Razors going after you and your entire family.”

She raises an eyebrow. “... Never heard of them before.”

“What? Who are you then, huh, bitch? Some don’s lady?”

She scoffs to the side. Her pupils contract, brown glinting with a shade of gold, as she cocks her head with a smirk. “Lyn Aurem-Diavolus. Of the May Devils.”

The man gasps and immediately lowers his knees, Lyn’s gun following. The man clasps his hands together in a prayer as he begs for his life. “I didn’t know! I didn’t know! P-please forgive me! I didn’t know this server was your lover!”

…Who? Is what now?

Lyn’s eyes soften back to their round shape, her face darkening to a red hue as she stutters, “L-l-lover?”

“That’s right!” Dante pipes up with a smirk, coming behind Lyn, followed by the other two brothers. “Mess with (Y/n) again, and we’ll send you straight down to hell, capisce?” He gives the man a thumbs down with a frown. “Now scram.”

The man quickly gets on this feet and skedaddles out of here, without leaving a tip no less. You click your tongue in annoyance, but you understand. You would be an idiot if you stuck around a pissed off May Devil.

Ah. But what if he spreads the word that I’m Lyn’s lover? … Ah, what the heck. The less perverts there are, the better.

Lyn replaces the safety lock before she puts it back into a hidden holster. She bashfully asks you, “Are you okay… (Y/n)?”

You nod and give a thumbs up. “Yeah. Thank you, Lyn~”

“N-no, well, I mean, yes, that too. But what I meant was–”

“Ooh, free sandwiches,” says Dante, eyeing the plate the guy left behind. “Don’t mind if I do~”

You throw a hand out. “No, wait!”

-----🔔-----

Ever since the brothers introduced you to Lyn, she has been visiting the cafe every day you’re scheduled to work for months now. Sometimes she comes with the brothers, sometimes by herself if they’re too busy dealing with… probably, mafia stuff. Not any of your business.

“Hiiiii~ Welcome to Petal Blush Cafe, dear guest. We’re so happy-happy to see you~”

“H-hi… (Y/n).”

At this point, there is no need to provide her with a menu anymore. She always orders a peanut butter milkshake and a plate of chocolate cake. Somehow, aside from the extreme sweet tooth she possesses, you always feel weird about giving her the chocolate cake. She’s definitely human, but… she really does remind you of a very shy golden retriever… with perhaps a German shepherd side to her. Or maybe like Maremmano-Abruzzese sheepdog, considering she’s Italian.

“Okay~ Here is your milkshake and your cake. Will there be anything else you’d like today, Lyn-Lyn~?”

You expect her to say no as per usual, but this time it seems she has something on her mind, based on the way her face has turns red and her eyes look like they’re panicking.

“O-oh! U-um… (Y/n)?”

“Yes, Lyn-Lyn?”

“Do you… what time do you get off work? D-do you have time after work?”

That catches you off guard. “Why~?”

“UH… UM… I… I-I have something… to tell you! Come meet me behind the cafe.”

“Oh… kay,” you answer. “Okay~”

-----🔔-----

[After work…]

“Alright. Good job, everyone! Have a safe trip going home!”

“Yeah!” “Thank you! “Yes!” “Uh-huh.” “See ya!”

The day has ended and all of the customers have left. Your boss leaves first, but you and your coworkers stick around in the locker room and begin making conversation as you change out of your work clothes.

“Oooh, you gonna go meet Lover Girl in the back, (Y/n)?”

You roll your eyes at a coworker’s words. “Ha ha. Real funny.”

“What does she wanna talk about anyway?”

You shrug, closing your locker. “Beats me.”

“Ooh, do you think she’s going to confess?”

You scoff. “No. Where’d you get that idea from?”

Your coworkers exchange looks before bursting into laughter.

Ever since that day when the don of the West Sharpies or whatever assumed you were Lyn’s lover, your coworkers have never let you live it down, especially with Lyn’s daily visits. She is… kind, considerate, polite, and you have to admit, she was pretty hot when she defended you back then.

However! You do not have such a relationship with her, nor any kind of feelings like that. You’re sure of it.

You’re the last one to leave, the only one to leave through the back door to meet with Lyn. You find her leaning against the wall, dressed in her suit as always.

The moment she spots you, she stands up straight and blushes again. She has never seen you in civilian clothes before, but you look so… beautiful. More so, without the cute yet obnoxious pink outfit.

“Sorry, did I keep you waiting?” you ask in your regular voice, out of character. Your face remains blank though.

“O-oh, not at all, not at all. Um, here.”

She manifests a flower bouquet from behind her back. You take the bouquet, entranced by the largeness of it and how beautiful the colorful flowers look under the alleyway’s only streetlight. When your eyes finally break away from the flowers, you find Lyn kneeling down on one knee and looking up at you with a very serious expression.

“Lyn?”

”(Y/n). Over these past few months,” she starts off, “I have been trying to figure out my feelings for you. I’ve thought about it over and over, tried to rationalize it as… as just infatuation, but… I know what’s in my heart. And I’ve finally come to a conclusion. Ever since I first met you, you have… captured my heart. I am in love with you, (Y/n).”

…..

You stare at her with wide eyes. “Huh?”

She clears her throat and starts glancing between you and the surroundings, embarrassed. “I-I know you may not feel the same. My brothers… and everyone else have told me already. And it’s not like I’ve really done anything so far to win your affection…” She mumbles something in between before continuing. “B-but if you give me the chance, I can show you what I’m capable of. As your potential girlfriend.”

“Oh… wow…”

She holds out a hand to you. “So will you… go out with me?”

“I…”

Do you want to try going out on a date with one of the May Devils? And the youngest one too? You don’t have any prior romantic feelings for the girl, which makes you feel bad. What if you never develop any feelings for her? What if she stops showing up to the cafe? What if you accidentally do something that triggers the entire famiglia to go after you?

In the midst of your thoughts, something dark emerges from deep inside you. A devil. It sits on your shoulder and whispers into your ear, “What if this is your chance to get out of here? She has money. You need money. It’s a match made in… well, ya know?”

…..

Your blank face breaks into a smile, an expression Lyn hasn’t seen before but is entranced by, as you place your hand onto hers.

“I would love to.”

-----🔔-----

[A month later…]

You hadn't expected to enjoy going out on dates with her, but you were sure glad that you said yes.

“(Y/n)! Look what I got for you!” Lyn excitedly says, holding a neatly wrapped box for you over your shoulder.

“Another one?” you chuckle, accepting the gift as she hugs you from behind and nuzzles the back of your neck. “Designer clothes. Designer bags. Luxuries cars. Lyn-Lyn, you're spoiling me too much. You're going to go bankrupt!”

She shakes her head, her hair tickles the back of your neck. “Mm mm mm mm. You're not being spoiled, you're being pampered! By me. Your loving, romantic girlfriend. Who regards you dearly very, very much! Forget about the money. Just let me enjoy spending it on you.”

You giggle and place a hand on her cheek, turning your head so you can share a kiss with her. Of course, Lyn starts planting lots of kisses on your face afterwards, like the lovely puppy she is.

You both fall into bed, full of laughter and joy until you both settle down to cuddle with each other. With your fingers interlocked with hers, Lyn gazes into yours with so much adoration, it makes you shy. You turn away and hide your face against the pillow.

“(Y/n), look at me,” she whispers.

You refuse, for a moment, but you make eye contact. You both gaze into each other's eyes, lovingly, until Lyn breaks the silence.

“I love you, (Y/n).

It makes you freeze, hearing those three words fall from her mouth for the first time in this relationship.

What shocks you more is that… well…

The thing is… normally… 

You're… supposed to say it back, right?

You open your mouth but not a single noise leaves it. You avert your eyes in shame, biting your lip.

Why can't I say it? you think. After all she's done for me so far?

…..

“I-It's okay, (Y/n),” Lyn suddenly says, making you look at her. Her eyes and voice are filled with sadness. “I… I know… that it takes time for a person to develop feelings for someone. I mean, it took time for me to realize my feelings too, and… I did ask you out knowing that you might not… reciprocate my feelings. At least, not yet. That's why people date, right? To get to know each other and hopefully fall in love. S-so… I'll wait for you. Besides, we’ve only dated for a month, right? I’ll do my best to make you fall in love with me. Okay? Prepare yourself~”

You nod, happy that Lyn still wants to be with you even if you can't say those three words back to her yet.

-----🔔-----

[Some time later…]

“Who are you talking to?”

You look up from your phone. “Oh! One of my old coworkers. He was just asking how I'm doing now since I've left the cafe. Thanks to you,” you answer, with a playful smile.

Lyn’s face doesn't share your expression. “Oh. Okay.”

You pout, wondering what's going on with Lyn lately. She'd catch you on the phone, ask you who you're talking to, and then ignore you until she finds something else to ask. It’s unnerving…

You crawl towards her on the bed and ask, “Lyn, I know you're upset. Do you want to talk about it?”

Lyn looks at you, looks away, and then looks back at you again before she leans forward and catches your lips with a kiss. She pushes you down onto the bed before releasing you from her lips and just looks at you.

Her eyes move from your eyes to your lips to your exposed collarbone before going back up to your eyes. She sighs before laying her entire weight on you, her head nestled in the crook of your neck.

“Lyn?”

“I love you, (Y/n)... Do you love me?”

“I…” Your voice catches in your throat for nth time.

You feel her breath as she sighs. “I know.”

Tears start to fill up your eyes out of frustration. “I'm sorry…”

She pops back on her elbows, worried. “Oh no, it's okay. Shh shh. It's okay. (Y/n). My (Y/n). I'm sorry,” she coos, caressing your cheek and wiping your tears.

For some reason, no matter what she does, nothing could spark you to say those three damned words. It isn't your fault but…

It’s starting to drive her insane.

[jijidraws]

♡( ૢ⁼̴̤̆ ꇴ ⁼̴̤̆ ૢ)~ෆ♡ Ahhhh!! I’m so glad you love him!! Thank you for supporting meee! ❤︎ Happy new year ❤︎

My keychain from @jijidraws arrived today :3

[fourseasonsfigs]

Happy Birthday Swiss Rolls

My friends, if you have been following this blog, you may recall my dismay at the Gong Jun figs in the shape of Swiss roll desserts. Or rather, just Junjun's head poking out of the rolled up pastries.

You may also happen to recall me mentioning I was inadvertently overexposed to ghost stories (illustrated ghost stories) as a very young, impressionable child, and as a result it's a little unnerving to me to have disembodied heads or limbs just floating around. Some things just kind of stick with you, you know?

So you might be asking, why would anyone go ahead and spend their hard-earned money on things that kinda wig them out?

Well, my much more intelligent and thoughtful figthusiast friends, that's a great question. I can only say my quasi-obsessive completionist fig tendencies combined with the seller unloading her excess stock together with the sheer ease of simply clicking on "add to cart" created a perfect opportunity to leave myself to regret things later.

And if I happen to be regretting any certain life choices, well, as they say, sometimes your choices may serve as a warning to others.

These figs were sold separately, so per my own rules I should post them one at a time, but I only have it in me to do one post of these and move on with my life! So here we go.

The inspiration for the green Vegetable Roll, as it is called, is the cabbage dog from Gong Jun's post:

The inspiration for the blue Jun Roll is of course the sunhat from Go Fighting Season 8!

Which is of course my excuse for one of my favorite pictures of him! I love this one.

But maybe a few more pics before we have to dive into the figs...

Ahhh I feel fortified. Ok, let's brace ourselves and get this done, shall we?

So these are clearly resin, because they're snuggly packed in a custom polystyrene box. Normally I pay a little bit extra to bubble wrap resin figs to protect them on the long ocean voyage to the US. For these, well, I decided I'd leave it up to fate if they made it or not.

Oh, they made it just fine, gentle reader. And no wonder - they're as solid as bricks. I could probably use this as a self defense weapon. These will probably survive a major natural disaster.

Wow. What the heck. I'm not sure this fig needs any commentary, so I'll just drop the roll of pics here...

Ok, that's Swiss roll one down. They're not poorly done or anything, they're just...something. I'd say something like, who thinks of this concept?!?! but artists are artists, after all, they're bound to be creative. The more relevant question is, who buys this concept??!

Yep, it's me. I will say I wasn't even drinking when I bought them. I thought, well, if I was ever curious about these or wanted to complete my collection, now is the time since I'm certainly not going to pay Xianyu pricing for them.

I mean, I would take a drink now, that's all I'm saying. But in the meantime, I'm just gonna keep grimly forging ahead.

I kind of like that this is actually more swiss-roll like - you can see where the sponge cake is kind of wrapped. It's curious it's not like that on the other one. Maybe the other one is like some other variety of the swiss roll.

They are immensely heavy and very, very solid. They would make excellent paperweights or even bookends because they're so solid.

For context, here they are with a regular sized fig. The Swiss roll might be the same size in terms of relative height, but the gigantic disembodied face and of course the sheer solid mass makes these feel very big on the shelf up with the rest of the figs.

Yep, these are from the Happy Birthday dessert collection.

Never have I blown through a fig post as fast as this one. No lingering over the figs here!

Material: Resin and some childhood heebie jeebies

Fig Count: 317

Scene Count: 23

Rating: Aiya wo de tian ah

[link back to Master Fig Index for more posts]

[massivementalitynut]

here are my three questions for you <3 if you can travel at any point in history when would it be and why? what is your favorite flower? what is your favorite au?

Ahhh, you have such good questions! So good that I felt I had to take some time to reflect by myself (But really, so sorry for the late reply. Things have been busy with helping out an injured relative DX). I literally did research to see which time period seemed 'fun' to experience cause most things I learned in my history classes were pretty gruesome ':D

I came to the decision that if I could travel to any point in history, it would be the roaring twenties! (1920 not 2020 'xD) because that was an age where every day seemed like a party and although I am not big on parties... maybe just a visit wouldn't hurt ^^; (I've never been to a speakeasy before or listened to jazz live so it would be quite an experience I would hold close to my heart :3) Also seeing some of their animations/comics in person seems really cool and entertaining : )

When I get asked this question, I usually respond with 'My favorite flower is orchid/blue bell/forget me not/lily of the valley' and I choose one of them based on my mood. But I received a black rose encased in a glass dome this year from my dad (it reminded him of beauty and the beast which I used to watch on the VHS back then as a child hahaha) and I consider it to be a personal favourite now despite the bleak flower meaning 'xD (I'll send you a pic of it in your dms later <3)

Generally, my favourite au is anything that heightens the fluff <3 But more specifically, my favourite au is the 'isekai' au where the reader is transported to another world or a beloved character is moved into the reader's world (I strongly feel like there is another word for it but whatever xD!). It can seem repetitive using canon events word for word or be cheesy depending on how you explain modern conveniences to a character who would never have witnessed that in their lifetime. But I am enraptured by finding cracks within the worlds that are presented to us and seeing how to fill that space in with additional lore and life (as well as finding friends and love along the way ;3c). The same goes in reverse, exposing characters to an alternate universe (*wink wink* ;D) and showcasing them within our daily lives that shows the blessings and difficulties we encounter is an amazing thing. Most of all, reading about two (or more) people from places as far away as can be meet each other, find comfort from their company while living in a place out of their element and grow to love each other after conquering the crises that pop up with all the nuances of dealing with the cultural norms and customs that vary between the lovers and the places they were put in is cathartic to say the least ^///^

[hulijingemperor2]

Rusong and A-Qing were strolling through Jing Manor's grand halls.

Rusong: you look nice as always, A-qing.

A-Qing: thanks rich gege! I decided to wear makeup to look beautiful for you.

Rusong: for me?? *smile* you don't need makeup to be beautiful.

A-Qing: awwwww. Rich gege.

But do you like it or not?!

Rusong: of course! It's really pretty.

A-Qing: thank you rich gege!

Um rich gege, I still have your coat. Do you want it back?!

Rusong: you can keep it for the while, and return it when you like.

A-Qing: ohh, is it because you have more robes and cloaks?

Rusong: no. You can use it whenever you're cold.

A-Qing: aww.

A-Qing: *looking at a painting* who's this pretty woman? And she looks like a hulijing. Or is that just Jiggy wearing a dress?

Rusong: ohh. That's my Nainai.

A-Qing; how cute. Have you met her before??

Rusong: sadly no. But there are two Guanyin temples in her honour. One in Yunping and one in Dongying.

There's also a small one on this compound.

Rusong: she's goddess of Hulijings now.

A-Qing: ah. That's so amazing. Your family is so fabulous, Rusong.

*points* ohh that's Jiggy in the portrait right!! Also Jiggy and team D.

Rusong: yep, glamorous right.

And here's the glamorous uncle Zish.

A-Qing: strict peacock! He looks scary. But white gege told me never to judge a book by its cover.

Rusong: right, heehee. There's a portrait of me.

A-Qing: waww!!! You look even hotter in the pic.

Rusong: *blush* I'm flattered. Thank you.

A-Qing: *pokes his dimple*

Little dimples.

Rusong: do you like them?

A-Qing: mhm.

But I don't want to turn into a simp like xue yang and friends.

Rusong: haha. A simp.

A-Qing: simp life is very hard. And you and Jiggy don't have to do anything because everyone simps for you two.

You just got to sit and everyone falls to their knees.

Rusong: *laughing* oh A-Qing. You think so?!

A-Qing: I know so!

Rusong: A-Qing. Tell me something else. I love you hear you speak.

A-Qing: heehee!! Rusong, do you want to go into the town and steal people's food and money?? It will be fun, and I'm good at pretending to be blind.

Rusong: sorry.

I could never steal from my people.

A-Qing: ahhh. You're disciplined.

Rusong: it's just that the people worked really hard for what they have.

A-Qing: *blush* I think I'm going to turn over a new leaf.

You're my role model! *hugs arm* but xue yang said that you're mischievous though.

Rusong: yes! Towards team D and enemies.

A-Qing: aww.

*sitting near a window*

Rusong: I still have the sachet, A-qing. See.

A-Qing: did you put anything in it yet?

Rusong: no.

A-Qing: wait a sec. *takes out one of her hair ribbon and put it in his sachet* now you do!!

Rusong: *smile* Xiao Qing. How can I possibly take your ribbon.

A-Qing: ohh don't worry about that! And I own plenty more!

Rusong: thank you. I'll commission some items for you?

A-Qing: commission? What kind of diva thing is that.

Rusong: I can ask them to customize something for you!

A-Qing: *blush* you don't need yo do that!!

Rusong: consider it a gift.

A-Qing: you spoil me too much.

~~~

On the other side,

Being partners in trade and other functions that benefit each other and the Jianghu, Jingjing and the peacock empire are going to host their second sect trade fair and indoctrination.

Jing Manor: 📍

Zixuan: Yaoyao. Why is Huaisang so horny?

Yao: I think it's my fault for buying him NSFW comic books. Sorry.

Zixuan: aww sweetheart, you're not at fault. And I know that you're allergic to taking Nie Mingjue seriously.

Yao: it used to drain me, Zish.

Zixuan: poor baby.

Xue yang: that naughty Nie is born horny!

Mo xuanyu: I was also born horny. But I'm nothing like that nie disaster.

Su she: he will never behave himself huh.

If he's not trying to take someone's empire, he's trying to take someone's virginity.

Yao: *laughing* Shanshan!

Zixuan: heehee. You're right!

Mo xuanyu: Xuan gege, is he flirting with you??? Or is he at it experimenting with himself again.

Zixuan: he could ever try to seduce me. *opens fan*

I'm just like my A-Yao. I'm attracted to powerful people.

Yao: we don't waste time, team D.

Zixuan: exactly.

Xue yang: would you two date wei wuxian?

Zixuan: ew.

Yao: for political purposes, yes.

Mo xuanyu: aren't I not too hot for you, Yao gege! *cries*

Yao: darling, you are hotter than Wei gongzi. *hugs*

Mo xuanyu: yay! Now tell me who's he simping for.

Zixuan: Huaisang is flirting with Jiang Cheng again. And Jiang cheng is literally straining his blush.

Like why do I have to witness PDA in my imperial court.

Yao: ohh! Why don't the two get married already!

Zixuan: I think I have a plan.

What if we share Jiang cheng as a concubine and a harem member.

Yao: aw good idea! And we'll have him marry Jiang cheng.

Zixuan: right!

Yao: this will help with the bond of our empires.

Zixuan: we're so genius!

Yao: definitely. *opens fan*

Later that day......

Yi: Huangdi, and Huangdi, Sect leader Jiang is here.

Yao: *sips tea* send him in.

Zixuan: *closes fan*

Jiang cheng: *enters*

Yao: *smile* sect leaderrrrr. Have a seat.

Jiang cheng: mhm.

Attendant: *pours some tea for him*

Yao: Wanyin.

Zixuan: Sect leader Jiang.

Jiang cheng: emperors.

What do you want.

Yao: nothing darling. Can I not invite you over for tea? How's your sect? How's A-ling? That purple looks good on you.

Jiang cheng: I always wear purple.

Yao: brings out your eyes.

Jiang cheng: what are you up to, sweet talker lianfang zun?

Yao: oh me, a sweet talker? Haha!

Zixuan: I want you to be a part of my harem.

Jiang cheng: what??

Zixuan: do I have to repeat?!

Jiang cheng: but I'm a part of Yao Huangdi's harem. And you're MARRIED TO MY SISTER!!!

Zixuan: so. What if I like the Jiang siblings.

Yao: we'll share you, Jiang cheng.

Jiang cheng: is that even possible!

Zixuan: certainly is.

Yao: put A-ling into consideration. I'm his Xiao shushu. We do co parenting together. And he's closer to us than Zish.

Zixuan: and I'm his A-Die. Would you leave him like that.

Yao: we already have custody of him, Jc.

Jiang cheng: I can't lose to you, can I.

Both: do it for Jinling!!!

Jiang cheng: fine. I'll be part of both your harems.

Zixuan: one thing too. You got to marry Huaisang.

Jiang cheng: WHAT?!!! *face turns red*

I...I don't like him!!!

Yao: then why are you blushing?

Jiang cheng: I'm not! Why don't you take another harem member to marry him! Let Zewu Jun marry him!

Yao: no one touches Xichen. He's off limits.

Jiang: team dimple?!

Yao: they're off limits too.

Zixuan: A-Yao, we should buy a house for the two.

Yao: aww yes. And next to a lake so that Jiang cheng can do some fishing and huaisang can be a housewife.

Jiang cheng: Yao, I'm a sect leader! Not a fisherman.

Zixuan: oh.

Yao: recreation. Duh.

Jiang cheng: whatever! I'll marry Huaisang. Are you two insane Huangdis happy?

Yao: thank you for doing business with us.

Zixuan: pretty much, darling.

Yao: darling you're so lucky that you're close to two extremely powerful~~

Zixuan: extremely rich and fabulous Huangdis.

Yao: what a social climber, heehee.

Jiang cheng: does huaisang know about your little plot.

Yao: I sent team dimple to tell him.

Jiang cheng: out of all the people in the world, you choose team dimple to tell Huaisang.

They're dramatic af.

Zixuan: and blunt. I love their bluntness.

Yao: I know right!

Zixuan: let's go Jiang cheng, let's go to my palace. I have to show you your room.

Jiang cheng: *sighs*

~~

Jiang cheng arrives at the peacock empire with Zixuan, where he saw wei ying leaving.

Wuxian: and take good care of your health ok.

Yanli: alright alright. Heehee.

Wuxian: if you don't. I'll throw a tantrum like a 3year old kid.

Yanli: hmm, well we don't want a 3year old xianxian to throw a tantrum, don't we.

Wuxian: *pouts* no.

Wuxian: hey!! Jc!!!

Jiang cheng: oh boy.

Zixuan: yes. He's officially Jiang gui fei, underneath A-li.

Yanli: *smiling* whaat.

Wei wuxian: *laughing* ahahahhahaha! Jiang gui fei!!! Ahahahah. He's not the harem member of one emperor! But two! Oh my goodness. Jiang cheng, your future is brighter than Lan zhan's bichen which I shoved up my~~

Zixuan: wei Gongzi! We're in a palace.

Jiang cheng to wuxian: shut up. *rolls eyes*

Yanli: awww. Jiang gui fei, hehehe.

That's so cute. But Xuan, why did you make him a harem member. Isn't he a part of Yao's harem instead?

Zixuan: it's a political thing, A-li. And Yaoyao and I want him to marry huaisang.

Jiang cheng: *face turns red*

Yanli: ohh lovely!! Congrats A-cheng. I know you had a crush on Huaisang as well. I'm so happy for you.

Wuxian: ohhh my goodness. Jiang cheng, you're a cutsleeve!

Jiang cheng: but not as shameless as you.

Yanli: *giggles* don't fight.

Jiang cheng: jiejie.

Yanli: don't be nervous.

Zixuan: if the two get married, they'll live happily. Plus our empires will have a stronger bond.

I'll pay for dowries and everything, I know you're broke.

Jiang cheng: rude!

Zixuan: and Yaoyao will take care of Huaisang's dowry because Hauisang is also broke.

Jiang cheng: can someone save me.

Yanli: Jiang gui fei! You can't be saved.

*giggling* our cute Jiang gui fei

Jiang cheng: *cries*

Zixuan: save the tears for your wedding, jc.

Wuxian: you don't want to shrivel into a raisin when you get married to Huaisang.

~~

Meanwhile, with team D.

Huaisang went to Qinghe to visit Mingjue.

📍.

Xue yang: where's the nie twink!

Mo xuanyu: HUAISANG! get in here!

Su she: is he putting on makeup?

Mingjue: *glaring* and glad to meet you too, team dimple.

Su she: why are you so rude. Huangdi owns your property.

Mingjue: excuse me!!

Xue yang: he owns your clothes too! That's why we like to strip you and send you to Huangdi.

Mingjue: you three are disgusting.

Mo xuanyu: *whispers* really Shanshan? Yao gege owns Dage's property?

Su she: *whispers back* not technically. But Huangdi owns the Jianghu, and that's his harem member, so. He owns it.

Huaisang: what's all the commotion about? I was feeding my birds.

Su she: huangdi orders you to get married to Jiangcheng.

Mingjue: *instant chest pain*

Xue yang: you better get ready to break the bed with your lover, Nie!

Break the bed, the bathtub, the roof, the table, Dage's desk, Dage's sect chair. Break anything you like during papapa.

Mo xuanyu: and do something about that face. It's not cute.

Su she: try looking like Huangdi. You'll look very attractive if you do.

Huaisang: hold on hold hold on! Who am I getting married to?

Mingjue: who do I have to butcher?!

Who's the bastard he's getting married to!!

Xue yang: calm your mustache, pork chop. Gosh. Do you always have to be this edgy.

Su she: no wonder Huangdi couldn't stand him.

Mo xuanyu: he and his Baxia *rolls eyes*

Su she: you're getting married to Jiang cheng of Yunmeng Jiang.

Huaisang: *smiling* Jiang Cheng?!!!

Mingjue: Jiang Cheng???

Mo xuanyu: aka Wanyin. The sect leader of Yunmeng Jiang.

Xue yang: his whip goes zap zap.

Su she: angry grape. Purple aesthetic.

Mingjue: I KNOW WHO JIANG CHENG IS!!!

team dimple: dage, you're scaring us.

Huaisang: omg! I'm getting married to the love of my life! Finally team dimple said something useful and less chaotic!!

Mo xuanyu: you're very insulting.

Huaisang: dage! I'm so happy!

Are you happy for me?

Mingjue: yes. But if Jiang cheng breaks your heart, I'll break his legs before he breaks Jinling's legs.

Xue yang: very cultural. We should start the wedding with a leg breaking ceremony.

Su she: please no.

Xue yang: but it will he fun! And I can call Songlan over.

Mo xuanyu: I place all my money on dage breaking Jiang cheng's legs first.

Su she: yea, look how buff dage is.

Xue yang: Zidian can snap whatever angry demon Mingjue has in him.

Mingjue: I'm right here, team dimple.

Xue yang: was I talking to you?

[iamwesselart]

Good morning friend!

I’ve been taking a lot of big steps internally as of late…so many fears and anxieties that have built up, times have been…rough…but, one of the big ones is minting…publishing, pushing out the work I do…I think I got into the mindset that everything I have to do has to be scheduled and established, weekly monthly daily ahhh, rules to be confined to. The idea of build of via marketing, building momentum, all the ideas that I though would work for me, when I forgot that the things that had given me my momentum was just me throwing out whatever whenever was on my head, the daily breathing in and out of art that I do…these new ‘good ideas and routines’ for minting and marketing just never seemed to work. Build ups have been endless fizzles…so, fuck it, more stream of mind again. Lean into the wind that is me… and I’ve got a lot of stuff to catch up on.

In the past I minted endlessly the daily projects I did, the relaxing doodles, the fun sketches, the bits of color beneath the surface of trying to be perfect, fit a mold. Then…I stopped…I think it might have been my systems overload project on KO that switched a bunch of habits in my head…I mean, 14 weeks straight of scheduled drops, 9 different collaborators, Spaces, being featured on the markets big Drops twice, and always hitting their front page, 4k views, building a metaverse gallery custom built by a friend, but…kind of a wet firecracker overall biz wise. Some collectors but, felt like a giant shrug. Everyone who came to the set loved it, people who collaborated had a blast, but…I don’t know, felt too staged, something felt right but also very wrong…

So, I’m gonna succumb to the creative wtf nots and see what happens for a while. I feel like I’ve only scratched the surface of a lot, and if I go back to something that worked both creatively and internally…chaos of just swimming in it all…

And that’s why minting these instead of just endlessly thinking about it until it begins a nasty weight in the back of my head and letting it be the joy that it should be is important to me :)

Now I just gotta keep doing this and hope it works Lolol.

The pieces are each bit and pieces of ideas floating through my head, colors just the vibes I feel for the day. Automatic drawing practice the basic s curves, c curves, and straight lines, trying to make shapes I find visually pleasing. Relaxing my mind by just popping it all out there in the code that is my colors lines shapes, whatnot, lol. There’s a dialogue that goes on in my head as these come out, but those are for me alone, lol. Fun thing is that these seem to be an evolution of some practices and similar outpourings years ago that I did with different sized colored boxes which I lined up into interesting grids n stuff…have to find a pic of those somewhere(found)

So, if you like what you see check out the pieces on Teia and see what’s going on my Tezos storyline :)

all 1/1

15tez each

[derekgoffard]

🎁, 📦, 🚆, 🌠, ☁️, and 💘 for Colin?

!!!! AHHH THANK U FOR SO MANY FUN QUESTIONS OH MY GOSH!!! :']]] Haha I wrote these last night and I was just spinning around in my spinny chair like :D while writing these HHJWJABHS I HAVE ALOT OF FUN. I REALLY DO LOLOL

This gets long so I'll put the rest under the cut!

🎁 PRESENT - what types of presents would they be most happy to receive? are they good at gift giving?

Colin puts huge value on handmade gifts! It's definitely DEFINITELY the type of gift he'd appreciate the most!!.

Even if your not good at crafts or making gifts he'd still be over the moon about it haha! You could literally draw a smiley face on a walnut and glue straw legs and arms on it and he'd get teary eyed over it HAHA!! He would be like, REALLY HAPPY, to receive a gift from anyone at all LOL! but he does really really treasure handmade gifts most of all :'].

In terms of gift GIVING- COLIN IS PERHAPS THE KING OF IT LOLOLOL!!!

Colin will put alot of work into giving a gift to someone! All of his gifts are handmade and it can take him weeks or even months to make in advance depending on what he's making!!

One of the reasons why he's so good at it is because he will probably cyber stalk that person to find out what they like LMAO!! (or if he knows the person better he might go into their search history too see what kinda stuff they were looking at hhgheha...) On the rare occasion that he atcually knows someone on a personaly HEALTHY level he'd probably have a good understanding of what that person's interests are/what kind of aesthetics they're into!.

While Colin does have a preference for cute pastel aesthetics, he has a HUGE respect for others aesthetic preferences! If your someone who's into punk styles he'd probably customize a leather jacket for you, or if your not into a particular style of outfits at all he'd probably make you a custom keychain or a phone case!

📦 PACKAGE - what are some "most likely to..." that can apply to them?

( LOL IM SORRY THIS PIC IS SO WONKY I DREW THIS ON MY PHONE BKAGH )

🚆 TRAIN - what is their answer to the trolley problem?

GAHA OHH THE GOOD OLD TROLLEY PROBLEM EHHBW.... If you were to ask him what his anwser would be to the trolley problem he'd probably ask you if there's anyway to just save them all and if you said no he'd just be " ohh man that sucks (๑´•.̫ • `๑)....kill that one guy then! (✿^‿^)"

🌠 SHOOTING STAR - if they could make any wish with no repercussions, what wish would they make?

He'd probably wish for something REALLY PATHETICALLY SAD LOLLLLLLLL.... something like ' I wish no one could ever dislike me ' or ' I wish I had the charisma and confidence to talk to anyone no matter the situation '. REAL FIRST WORLD PROBLEMS COLIN 🙄🙄🙄🙄 WHAT ABOUT WORLD HUNGER BOY 😭😭😭😭😭

☁️ CLOUD - a soft headcanon

Colin is a deeply, grossly, mushy romantic person 😭😭😭😭😭 he would LOVE pda and would want to kiss and hug everywhere no matter the place. Like I imagine he'd like to play dumb little... romantic games with his partner like, when their driving every time they stop at a red light or a stop sign they kiss or something like that GHRDH.

I'm not sure if this counts as soft or creepy but he would absolutely 100% know every like and dislike his partner would have, he'd do..questionable things too like: study their handwriting/typing patterns so he can copy it perfectly, memorize their daily schedules, He might even make a 'cosplay' of them if he gets really down bad GAHA. To him he's only trying to become closer to them but to like. literally anyone else I think creepy LOLLL.

💘 HEART W/ ARROW - what traits do they look for in a relationship? do they believe in love at first sight?

OOOHH!!!! This is such a cute question oh my gosh!! 🥺 Gaha!

Colin MOSTLY doesn't believe in love at first sight!! Surprisingly!!! His disbelief comes more out of insecurity then rational though, he'd be scared that if love at first sight WAS real and it DID happen to him, he wouldn't live up to that person's expectations ( aka his appearance is alot prettier then his personality LOL ). He also just doesn't think that could ever happen to him in the first place and the thought of other people finding love at first sight makes him feel kinda jealous so he avoids thinking about it GAHA!! ( Slightly related but if Colin were to get into a scenario where he did end up kidnapping Mc and they ended up in a romantic relationship ( either that be through like. STOCKHOLM SYNDROME OR NOT LLHGGG ) he would claim that "it was love at first sight! ♡" even though that really just means he decided Mc would be an easy kidnap target when he seen them LOL).

The traits that he looks for in a partner are all kinda basic tbh! If not a little sad LOL. He's never had anyone who could be emotionally present for him before so he has alot of trouble atcually coping and dealing with the strong emotions he feels, so he'd want someone who's patient and non judgmental!.

However the biggest thing he would want would be to feel that the person atcually likes him back LOL😭, If he gets delusional enough he can 'convince' himself that the person likes him back ( this works for any scenario, like if he has Mc kidnapped and he ends up really liking them even though Mc CLEARLY DOES NOT LIKE HIM- he'll get real delusional about how they love him back- even if deep down he knows they don't. Also if HE'S the one kidnapped- he'll develop a stockholm syndrome attachment to his captor very quickly hhhhhhhhhh).

Besides that he honestly doesn't seek out specific traits! He's really really open to LIKE. ANYONE WHO WILL LIKE HIM BACK LOL!!!

[final-servamp-banter]

White Day Event: Niccolò

Dude really goes all out for White Day. Let me marry this anxious man already

Niccolò: …Pront? … Uhh, [Your Name]?

Niccolò: It’s me, but, where are you right now?

Niccolò: In front of the station? Okay, got it. I can be there in about 10 minutes, so… Would you mind waiting there for a little bit?

You: (Eh, now…?)

Player Choices:

1. I’ll wait

2. I have something to do

Option 1:

Niccolò: Thank you, I’ll be there soon. Ciao.

Option 2:

Niccolò: … Something to do? All right, then I’ll pick you up when you’re done. Don’t worry about the time. Anytime is fine.

Niccolò: I’ll wait for you to contact me. Well then, see you later.

[Rest is the same]

(He hangs up)

You: (… I wonder what he wants…)

~ 3/14, in a plane ~

Niccolò: Are you thirsty? Would you like some coffee or juice?

You: (…… No, um……)

Player Choices:

1. Are we… Inside an airplane…?

2. Where are we going…?

Option 1:

Niccolò: Could it be that you don’t like flying…? It’s not my forte, either… Flying for a long time gives me a headache.

Niccolò: … Eh? You’re asking where this plane is going?

Option 2:

Niccolò: … Eh? You’re asking where this plane is going?

[Rest is the same]

Niccolò: … It’s headed to Rome.

Niccolò: Ahh, y-you don’t need to worry! I’ll take care of all necessities, and this is a private airplane, so it’s filled with defense equipment…!

Niccolò: … That’s not it, you’re wondering why we’re suddenly going to Italy? Ahh, um…

Niccolò: … Today is White Day, isn’t it? There is no event called “White Day” in my country, but I heard that in Japan, it’s the day where men give something back for the chocolate they received on Valentine’s Day.

Niccolò: You should follow the customs of the country; when in Rome, do as the Romans do… I’m kind of that type of person, so I wanted to give you something back.

Niccolò: I thought as a present, I’d like to give you a vacation during the off-season. A leisurely trip to Italy.

Niccolò: … Eh? Huh…? Eh? You’re making such a confused face, why…?

Niccolò: … Y-You said so, didn’t you? That you’d like to visit Italy…? And that you didn’t have plans for the second half of the month…?

Niccolò: I-I’m the type who usually remembers things that were said once… But… Huh…?

Niccolò: … Ah…!!! C-Could that have been… lip service?! That you didn’t really mean it~~?! Th-Th-Th-That you didn’t want to come with me…?!!

You: (… Going on a trip to Italy like this…?)

Player Choices:

1. I’m happy!

2. You surprised me!

3. (… That he actually took that seriously…) [Note: That ends the route after a little bit of dialog, does not give you the Servamphoto pic, gets you super sad end music, and I shall judge heavily should you pick it]

Option 1:

Niccolò: …………… Th-That’s good… I-I got so scared… I thought I’d die…

Option 2:

Niccolò: …………… Ah, I-I see… Sorry for startling you… Sorry, I’m not good at surprises after all…

[Rest is the same – Continue after the 3rd option]

Option 3:

Niccolò: ………………………Ah……

Niccolò: … I-I messed up… Didn’t I… With this…

Niccolò: Tiramisu~~~!! Cappuccino!!! Cancel!!! It’s cancelled!!!

Niccolò: I’m sorry, I’m really sorry…! I, I really, *sniff*, I can’t read the mood, I can’t do anything…!! I really… Can’t do anything…

Niccolò: I’ll, I’ll take you home soon, so… Uhh… I can’t stand this anymore…………

[End]

[Continuation if you picked 1 or 2]

Niccolò: I-I want to escort you to make you enjoy it even a little bit, so… I’ll be happy if you can take it easy and relax.

Niccolò: I’m sorry that we only have three weeks… It would’ve been better if we could have about two months, but…

You: (Th-Three weeks…?!)

Player Choices:

1. That’s enough…!

2. That’s so long… How should we spend that much time…?

Option 1:

Niccolò: Really? Thank you for saying that.

Option 2:

Niccolò: Ahh, don’t stress yourself about that. We can just get up in the morning, drink some coffee, and then think about what we want to do that day.

[Rest is the same]

Niccolò: The most important thing is that we can relax together, after all. We’ll get off in Rome, and from there I’d like to come with you wherever you want to go. To Milan, Vince, Napoli…

Niccolò: I’ll take you to my favorite gelateria, too. My hometown is a little further south, so if you want to, I’d like to invite you there as well. It’s a small town, but it’s a nice place…

Niccolò: ……… If we do that, there might be some more turbulent days, but… Don’t worry. That should be okay, I think… Maybe…

You: (As expected, in his line of work…)

Player Choices:

1. Could there be… Someone after you life?

2. Will you… kill someone?

Option 1:

Niccolò: …… Uhhhm…… Yeah…… No…… No, that won’t happen~…… I won’t~…… Uhhhm…

Niccolò: I don’t think anything will change even if I were to kill someone, but not everyone understands that, so… What I’m saying is, there’s various kinds of people…

Option 2:

Niccolò: ………………………….

Niccolò: …………… That’s not something you should talk about too much.

Niccolò: I won’t, not now. I don’t think it’s that kind of era, either. Yeah, it isn’t. Usually. Not that far. Not that much.

[Rest is the same]

Niccolò: W-Well, even if anything did happen, my Family is reliable, so… So please, don’t worry.

Niccolò: There’s still a lot of time left until we arrive, so let’s make a toast with your favorite drink. There are various dolce, too, so please feel free to eat them.

Niccolò: Usually, I don’t like long flights because they’re tiring, but… Just today, I’m thankful for it. Because I don’t have to worry that you’ll disappear from my side, [Your name].

You: (Th-That kind of pick-up line…)

Player Choices:

1. Do you say that to everyone?

2. You can say that without getting embarrassed, huh…

Option 1:

Niccolò: Eh? I don’t.

Niccolò: Did I seem like the type of man who would say that to anyone?

Option 2:

Niccolò: ? Should I be embarrassed? I feel like that’d be rude towards you, though…

[Rest is the same]

You: (W-wah!)

Player Choices:

1. (H-He took my hand…!)

2. (His perfume smells nice…!)

[Both options lead to the same dialog]

Ildio: *nom nom*…… *nom nom nom*……

Niccolò: Ahhh~~~~ Hey, Il!! A-Are you hungry?! We have a lot of food, but… Don’t eat all of it at once! It’ll still take about 10 hours to arrive!

Ildio: Huh? You’re stingy. Isn’t it fine? There’s so much here. *nom nom*

Niccolò: It’s not that I’m stingy…! We’ll be in trouble if you get hungry later…!

Ildio: There’s no problem, if you’re here I can drink your blood.

Niccolò: Th-That is the problem I mean… Since you don’t know how to restrain yourself…

Niccolò: Ahh, dear God… Please let me still be conscious when we reach Italy…

--------------------------

T/N: When Nicco asks whether you don’t like flying, the word he uses can mean both “dislike” and “be bad at”, but you usually don’t say you’re bad at flying, so...

The music cuts out of you say you didn’t wanna go with him!!! 😭😭😭 I picked that option first to get it over with, I feel so bad 😭 I’m sorryyyyy Niccoooooo 😭😭😭 I love you I was happy about it I promiiiiiise!!!!! Gosh this broke my heart I can’t 😭😭😭😭😭😭

Small fun fact: When Nicco gets flustered, he starts using Katakana (which are usually used for foreign words/names, sometimes for onomatopoeia, or when kids want to seem cool). I’m guessing in this case, it means he’s talking more... choppily? Is that the right word for speech? And/or that he has a stronger accent when he gets worried/flustered.

Shout-out to the MC though, who just followed Nicco on a plane without asking where they’re even going or for how long or anything until they’d already been flying for like an hour. Ildio ate our brain cells. “You gonna kill someone while we’re on vacation?” being an option just proves that theory ashdjkasldhjk

[arofili]

how did Thira happen? 😮 im interested!

ahhh anon you know the way to my heart,,, asking me about my ocs,, !!!! <3

also this got long so i put it under a cut lol

So Thyra is the daughter of Celebrimbor and fem!Narvi; I haven’t written a fic about her (yet) but I did talk about her in ch8 of ATATYA. Basically, Tyelpe and Narvi had been flirting for awhile, and then hooked up; not long after they both confessed that by their respective cultural traditions they’d kind of...claimed each other as their spouse? Like Narvi had given Tyelpe marriage braids, and, well, they fucked which - in this verse I play it fast and loose with LaCE, but while lots of people (including most of Tyelpe’s uncles lol) disregard the “sex=marriage” custom, it is still a custom and if it can be an excuse for Tyelpe and Narvi to be together he’s gonna take advantage of that.

Anyway, that’s how Tyelpe and Narvi’s secret unconventional marriage happened. I see them both as arospec, so they’re both kind of “??” about what exactly it is they feel for each other, but they definitely love and care about one another. Elves and dwarves get along better in Ost-in-Edhil than they do anywhere else, but a marriage between them is still...controversial, unprecedented, and neither of them want people bugging them about it so they just don’t really tell anyone.

Anyway - Thyra’s conception was accidental (I’m a sucker for the trope of elf/mortal couples where the elf is like “????? an accident??? that’s not how having kids work!!” and the mortal is like “buddy. yes it is”) and Tyelpe has uh.... issues around parenting and fatherhood (that’s just canon baby) so he kind of freaks out? But he and Narvi eventually work things out and decide to keep the baby.

Thyra’s name means thunder (well, that’s her public dwarven name; her Khuzdul name is [redacted] which is code for me being like “idk man,” and only Narvi and Thyra herself knew it) because she was born in the middle of the storm and came out yelling like thunder. She took after her mother - she’s still a peredhel, and she has Tyelpe’s eyes and pointed ears, and an indefinite(?) lifespan, and she’s taller than the average dwarf - but overall she can pass for a dwarf, and that’s what she does. (Also, I do think she has a beard but it’s sooo hard to find good pics of bearded women for edits, so my excuse for why she doesn’t in the one I just made is Elvish Blood, lmao.) Dwarven culture doesn’t have the same kind of concepts around parenthood as elven culture; Narvi never says who Thyra’s father is and nobody asks because it’s not their business.

Thyra grows up a bit slower than the other dwarflings, and often visits her father. She’s ~10 when Narvi tells her that Tyelpe is her father, not just a close family friend. Tyelpe tries really hard to be a good dad, and he is, for the most part, while Narvi is around - though because of the secret nature of his marriage and Thyra’s identity it’s not perfect, and he’s very hard on himself.

And then...Narvi dies. She’s a dwarf; she’s mortal. Thyra is an adult by this point, and Tyelpe kind of sinks into a depression. He and Thyra fight and say unkind things to each other and Thyra sooort of disowns him? This is not the last time they see each other, but that really hits Tyelpe hard because uh. echoes of him and his own father, yikes.

Anyway, it’s not too long after this that Annatar shows up in Eregion and seduces poor Tyelpe... Thyra sees right through him and tries desperately to convince her father that he’s Bad News, but we all know how that story ends. Unfortunately the last time they see each other they have a big fight; Thyra accuses Tyelpe of never having loved Narvi, and Annatar of using Narvi’s memory against him...and then she storms away furious. A month later Eregion falls.

There’s a bit more to Thyra’s story, but I don’t have as many details. She mostly hangs out with her dwarvish kin, who definitely know there’s something weird with her considering how long-lived she is but are too polite to ask. She fights in the War of the Last Alliance and is instrumental in convincing the dwarves of Khazad-dum to go help her pen-pal Gil-galad (also a secret peredhel in this verse, lol).

She survives that and...idk, Annatar/Sauron definitely knows she exists, so in the Third Age he sets a bounty on her head as The Last Feanorian (conveniently ignoring Elrond) and the Witch-king tries to hunt her down? Something with the War in Angmar??? I’m not sure. The Angmar War ends in TA 1977 - she probably retreats to Khazad-dum if she hadn’t already - and then oops bad luck! because in TA 1980 the Balrog awakes in Moria...

Thyra dies defending her people from Durin’s Bane, allowing more of them to escape while she distracts the Balrog. A heroic ending for a heroic dwelf. She is offered the Choice of the Peredhel and chooses to be counted as a dwarf; she reunites with Narvi in Aule’s halls, and since IMO that’s like...a subsection of Mandos, Tyelpe’s spirit is allowed to visit from time to time, so they get to make up.

[wildflowergrant]

initials of you || ethan dolan x reader

A/n: whoooo!!! first fic on this blog. pls give me feedback I would love it a lot.

Summary: You never were of a fan of people getting initials or names of their significant other tatted on them, but that is exactly what Ethan did.

warnings: cursing

 Grayson was about to go and get a tattoo next and of course, Ethan said he’ll go with him even though he didn���t know what to get.  But then, he thought of one that’ll make his girlfriend hate him (for only like a day).  Your initials tatted right on his ankle.  He remembers what she said a few months ago when he was thinking on what to get as a tattoo

“I don’t know, Ethan.” You said while tossing around the bed. “It’s late. Just ask Grayson.” “But Gray doesn’t have the same style as me.  He’s going to give me something colorful and it’ll ruin my vibe.”

“Hm I don’t know E I can talk about it in the morning when my brain can give you a good answer. Right now let’s just sleep.” Your eyes were slowly shutting into sleep until you felt he started talking again.

“Maybe I should get your initials tatted on me..” Your eyes opened wide and you sat up facing him. “NO” He starts to laugh at your sudden movements then went on saying “Why, what’s the big deal? I was joking anyway.”

“I don’t know, i just feel like it’ll jinx our relationship if you get it.  I see all those guys with girl’s names tatted on them and they’re like ‘oh, yea we broke up.’ And I don’t want that to happen to us.”

“Ok, I guess I have a superstitious girlfriend.” you roll your eyes while he lays down on the bed and pulled you closer. “But now I’m ready to sleep. We’ll think of one tomorrow.”

He started smiling at the thought of it and decided that he’ll buy a custom temporary tattoo of the initials when he gets there and make a prank video about it.

The day came and in the morning, he grabbed one of the cameras and went into the guest house to do the intro.

“Hey guys, by the title of this video you would already know that I’m going to prank my girlfriend with her initials tatted on me.  I already know that she will hate it because she told me a while back that she won’t allow me to do that.” He was talking with a mischievous grin the whole entire time.  “Oh yeah, I’m in our guest house right now because she’s still sleeping in our bed and I don’t want her to wake up and find out.  And today she’s going out to brunch with her friends which is perfect so Gray and I will go to after she leaves.” He stops recording and goes back to the house where you were already getting ready in the bathroom.

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At the tattoo place (i forgot what we call it ahhh), Grayson already got his tattoo and Ethan got an actual tattoo on his thigh.  But it was time to go back because Y/N was about to come home soon.

(In the car)

Ethan pulls out his camera. “Ok guys, we just came back from getting new tattoos and we’re rushing because I need to do something before Y/N gets home.”

“Guys, I don’t even know what he’s doing he just rushed us out there and now he’s telling me to drive faster, which I can’t” Grayson said while keeping his eyes on the road.

“Trust me, Gray.  Do it for Y/N.  You’ll find out when we get home.”

And soon enough, they got home and he brought the temporary tattoo to the kitchen where Grayson was standing.  His eyes went wide and even in the camera you could see the fumes coming out of his nose and ears.

“ETHAN! SHES GOING TO FREAK OUT!” E started laughing.

“Exactly, that’s the whole point of the prank.  Plus, it’s temporary so it’ll come off.”

“Well, I already know that you’re going to ask me to help you put it on, but I’m not going to help you.” “Why?” “Because I don’t want any part in this. Bro, she’s going to get so mad at not only you, but even me.”  Which is true, because although you seemed like you couldn’t even hurt a fly, when you get mad, you get mad.

Ethan rolled his eyes and went to the bathroom to try and put it on successfully.  After reading the directions for the longest time he put it on and waited for a few minutes.

“Okay guys, I think it’s done.”  He peels of the paper off and his jaw drops “Ohhohho my god guys… It looks so real.” He shows the full view of the tattoo.  It was a small tattoo on his ankle with the other cluster of his tattoos.  It was in a simple font and he actually thought that it looked so good that he wanted to get it permanently tatted on.  But he had to see your reaction first.

He showed Gray and all he did was shake his head and roll his eyes. Ethan went to put on saran wrap to make it look more real and give the impression that he really just got it.  After about five minutes, you came back and he was just casually sitting in the living room, hiding cameras all around the room and your guys’ room.

“Hey, E I’m back.  How was it?” You asked while sitting next to him on the couch kissing him on the cheek and waiting to see it.

“Good, do you want to see it? You’ll really like it.” You were smiling and he put up his ankle and began to take off the saran wrap.  When you saw it, it took a while to figure out it was.  But then, your face was slowly fading from a smile to a mixture of anger and disappointment.  

Your hand goes to cover your mouth then they both go up. “You got my initials tatted on you?! What the fuck Ethan!” He starts laughing a bit because he can’t keep it in. “Don’t you dare laugh.  You already know that I didn’t want my initials on you.” You say standing up and pointing your finger at him.  Gray tries to pass through the hall to go to his own room where he will be safe from you, but you already saw him. When both your eyes met, Grayson knew this was the end for him.  No reasoning will make you not mad at him.  

“And you!  You were with him and you still let him get that?!” there was poison in your voice and fear in his eyes.”I-I-”

“That’s right, no explanation.  I am so disappointed and frustrated with you guys… my god.” Ethan looked at each of the cameras in the room with his turtle face as you were walking to your guys’ shared room.  

“Y/N, wait.  Come on it’s not a big deal.  And it’s not like I’m going to break up with you; I want to stay with you.” “It’s not that, E.  It is a big deal. And I know that we will stay together but it just makes me anxious that we will end up like those couples that will break up and you will still end up with that. It just makes me think abut stuff I don’t want to think about and that tattoo doesn’t help.” And with that you shut the door.

“Babe, hold on.” With a smile still on his face, he goes into the bathroom and washes the tattoo off, pics up one of the cameras, and goes back to the door of the bedroom.  “Open the door, Y/N. It was just a temporary tattoo.”

“… are you kidding me.” You didn’t open the door but it could be heard through the door. “No I’m not.  Now please let me talk to you.” A few seconds later the door opens.  You saw the camera and immediately put your hands in embarrassment and went back to flop on the bed.  You just snapped at both of them right in front of everyone.

Ethan pointed the camera at you and started laughing. “I can’t believe that actually worked oh my goooddd.”

“E, you literally scared me to death I was thinking like ‘oh my god how am I going to live with this.’” Both of you started laughing. “Aww I’m sorry Y/N.  But you went off.”  You smiled and looked up at him.  “Damn, I did, didn’t I.”  You saw Grayson peeking through, still obviously slightly frightened from you a few minutes ago.  “Gray, I’m so sorry.  But you should’ve seen the look on your face.” He went into the room. “Dude, I didn’t have an explanation because I was going to spoil the prank. And E gave me the most threatening stare.”

“I even said that I didn’t want to help him with any of this because I didn’t want you to get mad at me or anything, which ended up with you still getting mad at me.”  Ethan cut him off before he could say anything.

“Ok ok I think that’s enough for you so get out and let me talk to my girl.” And he pushed Gray out, closed the door, and stopped recording. He jumped on the bed and wrapped his arms around you. “I’m sorry” “It’s ok.  Just don’t ever scare me like that ever again.” “Ok.” He kissed you on the neck. “Let’s stay like this.  It’s comfortable.”

He could see you go on twitter and type:

    Ethan got me good guys.  He got me good.

He smiled to himself but didn’t say anything about it.

“Yeah I did.” He said aloud shouting in your ear.

You did an immediate faceplam.

A/n: AHHHHH IM SO MAD AT HOW THIS ENDED IDK ITS JUST AWKWARD T.T tell me how you guys like it

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[wakandanmoonchild]

Can’t Live Without You

In case y’all can't tell I been in my feelings lately so this is a result. I’m working on another Professor Boseman pic, so that’s coming soon!      Enjoy xx

T’Challa x POC!reader

Warnings: not proofread 

Austin…

"Don't you ever just get tired of it all? All the running, the meeting up in random hotels," you murmur against his chest. "I feel like some kind of addict, sneaking around at random hotels to get my fix."

He groans and rolls you off his chest. "This is what you wanted Y/N. You wanted this!"

"Nigga, don't push me like that," you go for rage but it's just not there this time. "I didn't know it would be like this, Challa," you hate that your voice sounds so broken. You pull your hair back up into a pineapple and gather your clothes. "This was the last time."

The door to the bathroom seems a million miles away as you hurry toward it and lock the door. You stand there with your back pressed against the cold, unforgiving wood and gather yourself. I'm not going to cry.

Deciding not to shower, you throw on your clothes and splash cool water on your face. Bitch you look like you were fucked up instead of well fucked. With them damn raccoon eyes, no wonder you're his dirty secret. You clean the mascara from under your eyes and then exit the bathroom. You don't spare him a glance as you grab your bag and your keys and leave the hotel room.

"I willl see you in a few weeks, kumkani," his voice follows you out of the hotel room.

You sigh in frustration because you know he's right.

4 Weeks later in Seattle…

Your sweat slicked body slides against his as you ride him in the sauna, your moans interspersing with his as you both reach your peak. He kisses you deeply, his hips still thrusting up into your heat even though he's already softening. "Kumkani, stay. With me."

"T'Challa don't do this," you plead with him. "This is just sex. We said no feelings-"

"WE SAID THAT IN COLLEGE YN! COLLEGE!" He pushes you off of his lap and rises, hands tugging his hair in frustration. He's never raised his voice at you before. You stay silent and watch as he paces the room. He stops and glares at you, but the defeat in his eyes is evident," it does not have to be like this. You can love, have passion and still be a strong woman, entle. Loving me does not make you weak."

When he sees that you aren't going to reply, he leaves you staring at his strong, proud back as he walks away. You can't hold your tears this time and they fall down your face, mingling with your sweat and the steam in the room. You cry until you're all dried up, the scent of your shared passion still wafting in the steam of the sauna. Then you go home and cry some more.

Why am I so fucked up?  

Two weeks pass before you try to contact T'Challa.

"What do you want Y/N?" his voice is brusque through the line.

"We said we'd meet at that cute bed and breakfast we saw just outside of Paris next week." Your hands are trembling in fear that he will reject you, "are we still on for that T?"

"No. I will be in New York next week."

"T'Challa we planned this mon-" You pause as you hear a feminine voice call out to him. "Who's that?"

"Oh, Nakia is back in Wakanda but she is leaving today. For New York. As am I." The background noise fades and when he speaks next, his voice is quiet, "I can meet you in LA one week from today, after I have finished my business in New York."

This business sounds suspicious as fuck, but you really need to see him, "yeah alright."

CLICK. The line goes dead. Guess I'll see you there.

His business in New York turns out to be a huge Stark gala. You feel sick as you watch your man (is he though? You won't let him) walk the red carpet in his custom tuxedo with Nakia on his arm. She looks stunning. They look stunning together. You roll your eyes and turn the tv off. Well damn.

The next week in LA…

"Challa!" He pushes you against the hotel door and roughly tugs your skirt down. His fingers deftly push your panties to the side before seeking entrance to your pussy. "Ahhh…"

You grip his shoulders as he lifts you up and slams you down onto his waiting cock, "Fuck T…"

He fucks you roughly against the door, hard and fast. He comes first, pulling out and spending against your stomach with a soft grunt before turning you around and using his fingers to bring you off.

He steps back when you turn around and walks into the bathroom. You hear the shower running and you look around the room. He didn't bring anything with him.

You storm into the bathroom, "Where are your clothes T'Challa?"

He blinks soap out of his eyes, looking at you in confusion, "What now? I give you 'just sex' and you are complaining about that too?"

He rinses off the remaining soap while you stare at him in shock. "What are you saying? You-you're leaving after only fifteen minutes?"

"Sometimes that's all it takes, you are that good," he gives you a dirty smile and you want to slap him for disrespecting you like that.

Instead you just stand there and watch as he gets dressed and you only move when he's in your personal space, looking up at him in disbelief. His hands are cupping your face and you feel used and cheap and disgusting.

"I will see you in three weeks, yes? Maybe I will bring you a gift, eh," he presses a chaste kiss to your mouth before exiting the room.

When the door closes behind him, the silence in the room is deafening. All you hear is your pounding heart as you bring your fist to your mouth to stifle your heartbroken cries.

6 Weeks later NYC…

There's a ghost wandering around, living your life. You're selfish, you're empty, your heart is beating but the rhythm is all wrong. T'Challa called three weeks ago and you didn't answer. He only tried twice but you weren't even expecting that much. You develop a routine to try and cope with the T'Challa sized hole in your chest. Wake up. Breathe. Try to eat. Fail. Work. Go home. Try to eat again. Fail again.  Sleep. Until one day at work you pass out from sheer exhaustion and dehydration. He's your emergency contact so they call him and of course he comes. You wake up to his body slumped across your bed.

He smiles softly at you, "Hi."

You try to smile but tears roll down your face instead. "I'm sorry."

"Y/N-" he stands in alarm and starts walking to the door.

"Just…T'Challa, b-before you go…tell me something. D-do you l-love me? I've been praying ever since LA t-th-" you look up but his intense gaze is unreadable and it shakes you to your core. You find you can't meet his eyes for long and you look down at your blankets, preparing for rejection.

"Y/N, look at me." His long fingers tip your chin up, "I told you. You-you never listen! I just hope you see now…that when you bleed, I bleed."

A small crooked smile lifts one corner of his mouth, and you want to kiss him so bad. You settled for squeezing his hand.

"And I wasn't leaving, I just wanted to tell the nurse you were awake. I'd never leave you, kumkani.” He lays back on the narrow bed and gathers you into his arms, “rest now sithandwa sam. I will be here when you wake up.”

1 Year later at a quaint B&B just outside of Paris…

You walk in to the quaint living area and look around. It has this beautiful lived in feel and you imagine how much fun you are going to have this week. You're greeted by the owner, an older woman of African descent who tells you that your guest is already waiting for you.

As you walk to the room you're planning on where to go for dinner, how nice it would be to sit on that huge porch swing with T at night, this week is going to be perfect.

"Hey Challa," you lean up to kiss him but his lips remain firm underneath yours. "What's wrong baby?"

"I-I," he closes his eyes and takes in a deep breath, releasing it slowly. You see that his fists are tightly clenched and you take his hand and gently unfurl it.

"Kumkani, whatever it is, it will be fine my love. We can get through it together, " your fingers massage soothing patterns into his palm. When he finally opens his eyes, you smile gently and cup his cheek.

He turns his face into your touch and kisses your palm softly before taking your hand in his and sinking to his knees, "T'Challa!" Your soft gasp is drowned out by his low, firm voice.

"Y/N, a king never kneels. A king never kneels unless it is for his queen. And you, you are my queen, you make everything brighter, better."

He hesitates, pressing his face to your abdomen, "I am empty without you, I-I-," he sighs and mutters, "I am usually more eloquent than this."

"I know," you giggle and can't help but tease him, "must be that Oxford education."

"Bast! Woman this is serious," he looks up at you eyes glinting in shared humor, all nerves gone. "Y/N, will you marry me? Be my queen, rule at my side? Love me forever..?"

You pull him to his feet with a teary eyed smile.

"Before I met you I didn't know how to love. I didn't want to love. I thought it was for the weak. But you, you saved me. From a fate worse than death. You saved me from living a loveless life. So yes, a million times, yes. I would be proud to be your wife."

His answering smile is glowing, full of life, of hope and you remember that exact moment for the rest of your life. You carry that feeling through all the ups and downs, the loss and it's what you see when you get the news of the coup and his death. It is what gives you courage to fight for the fate of Wakanda. It's what you see when his weary body limps over to you after being restored as rightful king of Wakanda.

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[jijidraws]

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