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[tyriq-edits]

Hello there God! It is me your bastard son!

[oetscop]

okay so im making a new post abt this since its a little different from my last analysis post. but @petscopping brought up a very interesting point in the tags! that being "nobody is innocent" and he is so fucking right abt that

that was in regards to the objectification of care, and how paul also contributes to that. but like, even characters that aren't explicitly on screen are culpable. specifically belle.

i always get this impression that shes hiding something. she knows far more than she lets on, and i almost have to wonder if its in a way to protect paul? which is interesting since we know how in denial he is about Literally Everything, which is actively harming himself in some way.

she knows. a LOT about this game. like, paul is only recording gameplay to prove that hes "not lying" about the weird game he found. then later down the line after paul gets to the other side of the quitters room and tells her tiara is gone and her reply is "of course." the way paul replies to that too is telling since hes confused as to why she knows somethings up. even earlier than that paul mentions how he was shocked to find "his room" but isnt anymore since it makes sense that the game would be connected to him through belle. not to mention she knows an older version of the game that had the passageway to the caskets. she had played it as recently as 2004. why lie at first?

a little tangential, but i really gotta wonder about her connection to rainer. obviously they were close enough for him to be doing...whatever the fuck happens during a rebirthing event. or whatever he thinks is supposed to happen, i should say. shes heavily connected to tiara in some way, and has a stupid amount of play time on the damn game. if you ascribe to the theory that tiara and in game marvin are based entirely off in game behaviors of real people playing the game, its no wonder tiara seems to be almost...sentient? all marvin does is run around and say shit and like be weird and the game was literally made for him. tiara like. can edit texture maps, and use that to also speak directly to paul thru tool. and because of that, she can speak more directly, and isnt hindered by the p2 to talk mechanic like marvin is.

point is, belle has logged a crazy amount of time into the game. sure you could probably say the hours played is inaccurate, maybe she just had the game left open on a console for what. 17 years was it? even rainer admits its dubious. but imo, it feels more...symbolic? like sure maybe she wasnt playing it for that long. but she had some kind of passive connection to the game in that time. she is/was in contact with rainer. she HAD to be. (this also might imply the game was still being worked on after 2000. but thats a whole nother can of worms)

i cant think of any other motive for her lying about that other than to protect paul in some way. which, in a way, ties back to cares objectification. paul is absolutely denying any humanity to his child self. its ingrained in the very code of the game.

and in some way, belle is also participating. maybe im reading too far into that, but with how much the series is able to tell us abt characters who dont even fucking talk is really impressive so its not completely unrealistic.

[serendertothesquad]

Seren's Studies: Odd Squad UK -- "Oddtober the Thirteenth" Episode Followup, Part 1

LOOKIT HOW THEY MASSACRED M' BOI. LOOKIT HOW THEY MASSACRED 'IM. BARELY RECOGNIZABLE, THE LIL' SQUIRT.

Well...for those who have been in the fandom for a long time, we still have the memories. For those who haven't, I am so sorry. From the bottom of my heart.

Below the break for what I can only hope is an episode that delivers the same quality as "The Odd Ness Monster" before it, but probably won't.

I was going to make a genuine and honest comment about these two roleplaying as villains, but lemme set that aside for now to groan at who's writing this.

At this point, the only thing I'm in for is the obligatory sleeping agent. It's really the only way the man gets help with his taxes every year.

Now on to the roleplaying: this is, uh...huh. It's one thing to roleplay horror movie characters, but it's another to roleplay as criminals, even if they're harmless. Worse still is that these...at least appear to be Odd Squad agents, unless they're random kids from the street that wandered in here and started chasing each other. Do you really want two members of your employment body roleplaying as criminals?

...Changing my point. They prefer it so much that they include it IN AN ORGANIZATION-WIDE FUCKING HOLIDAY.

To be fair, Oddtober, in the meta sense, did include the premiere of "Undercover Olive", which had Olive dressing up as a villain. But at least there, it made more sense because it was part of a dangerous mission, and it allowed her to play off of Odd Todd as a bonus. Here, it's played for shits and giggles and can be replaced with any other festive event. There's not much sense to it.

So to put it bluntly: it's an ugly desecration of a beautifully-crafted episode.

"Because oddness is what brings us together!"

Well, yes, but also no. You two are on opposite sides of the spectrum. You want world peace. Villains want world domination, or at the very least, town domination.

"End of the Road" is a good example of this. The statement is posed of, "If the villains' powers are gone, then there's nothing for Odd Squad to do." Cue the rising of an avian alien creature from out of the water, which shows that, even if villains are gone, Odd Squad still has a job in protecting and subduing odd creatures.

Orli's specifically speaking of oddness fueled by villains, though. Odd Squad strives for normalcy, not for oddness. Combine that with the fact that villains are essentially criminals, and her comment doesn't exactly hold much weight. "Villains In Need Are Villains Indeed" brought a sense of mutuality between villains and agents, but it didn't exactly stick. Here, it seems like that would become the norm if the episode aired today.

Case in point: this is a flawed comment in a flawed episode in a very flawed season.

Ohhh...a time loop. Because we had that once before AND IT'S NOT FUNNY NO MATTER HOW MANY TIMES YOU REPEAT IT.

Some jokes are a one-and-done thing, Omar.

Oh sure, you can dress up as a criminal. Bring one into your place of work, though, and it's a whole 'nother ball game. One that goes on Extra Hard Mode.

One villain...to represent all villains?

WEEEEEEEELL FUNNY I MENTIONED "END OF THE ROAD" THEN HUH. Would have been perfect for The Shadow!

Yeah...yeah...Orli is absolutely in the right here. You know how much oddness could be caused in a day? How many lives would be lost?

And that's how you know this holiday is hella stupid.

(On top of that, I'm realizing this is just a more stupid version of "The Perfect Lunch", And at least that episode provided us with a sprinkle of lore and loads of funny bits.)

Parched Pact sounds more like an MLP name than an Odd Squad name. (Editing note: Revoking this comment because it's Pat, not Pact.)

We also have another villain who specializes in dryness in the form of Dr. Dry, and really, if he can be in the middle of bumfuck nowhere, he can come to the UK and join Goopy Gus in the Forced Old Villain References Club. I'll still scream about it, but at least it'll make sense.

See, when Oprah does it, it's charming.

When Captain O does it, it lacks bite.

If even the chef has the shared "popping up out of nowhere" ability, then you know there's something up.

(On a side note: toast. What the writers' obsession is with Season 2 gags, I will never know.)

"Hey, you. You're finally awake. You were trying to enter HQ, right? Walked right into that jubilee, same as us, and that villain over there."

Genuinely shocked how audible this whisper of "he's here" is. Normally it would just be incomprehensible and implied.

*slaps on the English hypercorrection glasses*

If you're addressing Orli and Ozzie by name, there is absolutely no need to use the catch-all term of "agents". You failed the test, Omar. See me after class.

Is...hold on, who's that kid dressed up as on the left? It's not one of the Terrible Three, surely?

Closest I can guess is maybe Villain X from "Agent Overhill's Day Off", and if that's actually correct, this is especially insulting because that episode isn't even part of this batch like it should be. It's foreshadowing, but it's insulting foreshadowing.

See, one of the things that's so flawed about this is that the dude could just as easily lie. He can eat the plain food and say he hates it when he actually likes it, for example. No one's stopping him. There's no lie detector. He's a villain. He cheats and he lies. 'S kinda what he does.

And he doesn't even have to eat, or enjoy himself, or like the gifts. He can declare he hates everything off the bat and take the W. There are no terms and conditions.

*claps four times* THAT'S IT!!! THAT'S IT. THAT'S THE BITCH.

Pure cartoony villain, right here. At least if the episode's going down, we still got the cartoony hammy villain.

Oh. Bro got a plus one.

I mean let's be honest, they should have prepared for that.

Huh. Apparently Pact- er, sorry, Pat was keeping Square Squire (the finest student of Professor Square's class, thank you) in his hammerspace spine. And the dude is taller than him.

Still not any more impressive than Lady Bread holding the Form-Changer up by brute strength, though.

Never have I wanted to give an Odd Squad character an advanced lobotomy more than THIS FUCKING GIRL RIGHT HERE, Jesus Christ. There's fun stupid like Olaf and Ohlm, and then there's just bland stupid.

Also, is...is that a Brand X Coca-Cola pillow she has there or am I tripping? Is Coca-Cola canon in the Oddverse? Is there air?! You don't know!

I take back my earlier comment. This is "It Takes Goo to Make a Feud Go Right", UK edition. Now with 100% less obvious innuendos!

(I do appreciate Orli's only reaction is to give a nervous gulp, though.)

Because if it's too cold for you to go into the pool, get on the kitchen table and get swimmin'!

Only thing he's missing is an Oculus Rift.

Oh, this is a rip rip. Like three goddamn quarters of a rip.

Omar, what the fuck are you doing, bro? I can watch the show, I can do rewrites, but I'm not copying plots straight from past episodes. It's sad that they have a whole world to explore across 10 years and resort to reusing plots like this.

...Now kiss.

*begins doing a Mr. Krabs walk straight through the gates of hell*

I'm sorry, I keep replaying this, I keep hearing "Waterless Wilf", and my mind goes to "Water I'd Like to Fuck." Which is inappropriate, biologically impossible, and a sin against the planet.

...Look, I said I was sorry. Bite me.

Look at that bitch in the background.

She knows.

She feels no remorse.

She set this shit up.

She knows.

Fluorescent...Florie?

I- are you all fuckin' high? Were you people fuckin' high when making up these villain names? At least Parched Pat and Square Squire somewhat made sense. This is just "hehe alliteration funy" and that's it!

Ozzie's getting close to an Olivepalm, and that's how you know you dun fucked up.

I...don't know what the fuck Orli's doing, but that ain't it.

Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a piece of dry toast in my eye.

Or else someone's gonna die.

The man's got as many delusions of vacational grandeur as Obfusco.

The only difference is that Obfusco could reasonably accomplish a world trip in the span of a short time.

(On to Part 2!)

[77ngiez-archive]

can yo u give me more religious ronpatjoights

HI RUBY SORRY THIS TOOK ME TWO MONTHS TO ANSWER

long post answer under the cut

nagito is in spiritual bcs i do think his belief in luck would count as its own microreligion but its specific to just him so i wasnt gonna make a whole nother tier

i hc mukuro as being half-swedish [due to "fenrir" being a name from norse mythology] and she worships the norse gods. however she only became pagan once entering fenrir and before that she was agnostic

yasuke was raised religious [either buddhist or shinto i havent decided] but after his mom died he stopped believing

izuru is an lds convert [mahiru is hajime's sister and hers by extension + she's dating angie]. hajime is along for the ride EDIT HE KINS HES SPIRITUAL FICTIONKIN. FORGOT TO MENTION. HE KINS

mahirus mom was mormon but her dad was atheist so shes got a complex relationship with religion. hiyokos actually mostly agnostic but mahirus her sister so she like goes to lds church and stuff with mahiru and also her future wife [oc] is mormon so i thought it was fine to put her there

himikos jewish but she also practices witchcraft and is in general very flux with her practices. her religion is very personal to her

gontas neutral on his own religion but he love love loves hearing other people talk about their own religions. its so interesting to him!

the kuzuryuus were all raised vaguely shinto but natsumis the only one that ended up keeping it up

touko was probably like raised catholic or something. she went to a catholic all girls school and exploded with lesbianism so hard that she wasnt allowed to front for ljke a month bcs she couldnt handle it

hiro loves all religion and loves learning abt it and has their own very unique spiritual practice

jataro thinks he was born as "ugly" as he was as karma for something he did in a past life which contributes to his self hatred

kyouko mostly gave up on religion after yui died bcs the associations were too painful

byakuya is like if u combined every asshole athiest "religion is a delusion" person on the planet and made him stupid rich

i wasnt sure whether to put sonia in pagan or spiritual but i think novoselic has its own religion and thats what shes part of

junko is atheist out of spite

I LOVE DANGANRONPERS RELIGIONS SMILES 😁

[docholligay]

Shamash Answers: Holligay Hates

The question was basically, to give me a good ol kvetch: A Jewish method of complaining that is, at core, funny (and collaborative and community-based, but that’s a whole nother thing we’re not going to get into here, I just wanted FUNNY)

HERE WERE THE FIVE BEST:

Our new neighbors seem like very nice people, but either they are running a black market tile shop or they are tiling their entire house, apparently with special tiles that can only be cut between the hours of seven and ten by a single man armed with a very whiny saw. They’d better be making Minoan mosaics in there, that’s all I can tell you.-- Lou

I died at “making Minoan mosaics” ahaha

Pardon me, I do apologize for the bother, but please explain to me why you felt it necessary to plant flowers right up to the edge of the landscaped section of the parking lot? See, the way you have it done, if I park in the last spot, I can't open my car door without beheading petunias and whatever those ugly red feathery things are. I'm not a fan, but I still feel guilty being the cause of their demise. Also, once I have opened the car door and gotten put, I have to battle the jungle to get to the back of the car. I do not wish to play Tarzan each time I go for a drive, and I worry that there are ticks in your exotic grasses. Or venomous imported spiders, I did watch Arachnophobia last night, you know. And why is it all on such an artificially made, steep mound? We are not a mountain goat. You know what looks nice this time of year? Decorative cabbage. And it's low, so my car door would just sweep right over the top without inflicting damage. And they should be planted far enough apart to enable my easy egress from the parking area. Also, not a common habitat for ticks. -- @incorrecttact

I LOVE DECORATIVE CABBAGE. You can ask @keyofjetwolf, I mention it every time we go downtown and see them in the little planters! Also, yes, this is perfectly what I was talking about, and I love that you can vaguely hear Michiru saying this. 

Well, if we're complaining then: How dare you live in a different timezone from me! Do you have any idea how many times I've seen you schedule something at noon, then needed to wait 2 whole extra hours before you actually started? At least 2 times! It was very boring! This is definitely something for you to fix, as the solution will not be me learning how time works. Also, your ask link on your blog has a period next to a comma, it looks dumb. -- @skylineofspace

“The solution will not be mel earning how time works” was great, but it was really the nitpicky editing at the end that sent me

Hey,  Sis, I made the frozen pizza you asked for to clear up space in the freezer and we can finish our leftovers from 3 different meals tomorrow like you also requested. What do you mean why didn't I make eggs? No one told *me* there's a great sale going on I'm so sorry I forgot to enable my telepathy today. No, going on for 10 god-forsaken minutes about how it would have been much better to use up a bunch of older eggs is not going to transubstantiate the pizza you asked for and it's cold now because you kept kvetching about the bloody eggs instead of eating it.--- @annoni-no

THIS MADE ME LAUGH SO HARD I DID A DRAMATIC READING FOR JETTY. I was giggling, but “transubstantiate the pizza’ killed me, beautiful,  no notes. 

You know what stupid ass shit I'm still pissed about? MIKE EATING THOSE SHITTY LITTLE DEBBIE MOTHER'S DAY CAKES. I put them on a top shelf, Doc. THEY WERE IN NARNIA'S NARNIA. So not only did he have to go out of his way to know they were even there, but then he didn't say WORD. FUCKING. ONE. to ask if they were for any purpose. WHO THE SHIT BUYS THEMED LITTLE DEBBIE CAKES WITHOUT REASON. Did he think I was lured in by the idea of a new flavour sensation possible only in Mother's Day cakes? NO BECAUSE THEY ALL TASTE THE EXACT FUCKING SAME DON'T THEY. PLUS they're still like $2.78 a box because they've never contained a single ingredient natural to this planet. So if seeing them sparked a sudden desire for Miniscule Deborah snack cakes, maybe, I dunno, GO FUCKING BUY SOME. But no. NO. He had to take the THEMED ones TUCKED AWAY, and then -- AND FUCKING THEN -- eat THE ENTIRE GODDAMN BOX. Not just one and then "oops I wasn't thinking". THE WHOLE BLOODY BOX. So he either ate them slowly over the course of several days without once stopping to think, or he inhaled the entire box in one sitting, and which is worse?? Which pathway of possibility is the least appealing? I don't know! I can't decide! But he did it over two years ago, AND STILL IT SOMETIMES POPS INTO MY HEAD AND IN THAT MOMENT I'M THREE SECONDS AWAY FROM DIVORCE I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD and over LITTLE GODDAMN DEBBIE-- @keyofjetwolf

I die EVERY FUCKING TIME I READ THIS. This is exactly what I was looking for, a petty wild ride from beginning to end, amazing, iconic, also, the soul of being married, kids, let me tell you what. 

[sleepless-in-starbucks]

Hi could you talk more about why youd recommend not watching ww84?

Sure!

warnings for under the cut: spoilers for WW84 and a bit of the first wonder woman; i only saw WW84 once a few days ago + it’s been a hot sec since i saw the original so if i get a few details wrong i apologize

tl;dr with no spoilers: WW84 is a poorly executed movie that insults its viewer with its messy and self-proud plot, bad character/relationship portrayals, and offers a personal slap in the face to a majority of its audience in their various discriminations, generalizations, and plot points.

the first point is the racism, made well by the post i reblogged here, (edit: found a second post that goes more in depth here) so i’d just suggest looking at that for that matter

next is just How they portray wonder woman in this one

i really appreciated the way the first movie portrayed diana because they did very well in keeping true to her Amazonian raising and life while still clearly showing she was a woman

when i say this i mean that a lot of media has a tendency to either make women who are very fem and keep to traditional gender roles or women who more or less shun femininity and attempt to largely fulfill only male gender roles

diana in the original is a warrior, strong and fierce, but still a woman, not trying to shun that or anything. she wears styles that suit her while still being woman’s styles (she doesn’t force her way into a suit), she talks of and addresses her womanhood proudly and without issue, etc

i want to note here i have no issue with female characters who act extremely masc and reject femininity- i love them tbh- but it’s important to remember that it’s not inherently against womanhood or anything to be a strong fighter who doesn’t stick to every stereotypical social gender norm

and the first wonder woman movie shows this very well

WW84... oh boy

first of all, wonder woman’s changing outfits every other scene. even between scenes where it makes no sense! i’m not saying she can only wear one set of clothes but Geez this was too much

not to mention an entire scene dedicated to her helping steve pick a fashion look? i understand this was to highlight the ‘80-ness of the movie, and it would’ve been fine if it seemed diana was helping him pick a period appropriate look, but it was clear she was trying to help him pick a ‘fashionable’ look which. wonder woman? from the island without a sense of popular outfits or fashion? what?

and the amount of focus on her wearing high heels.... ugh

i’m not saying you can’t have a badass woman who also likes social gender norm fem things but it felt clear that wasn’t what they were going for

wonder woman in the first movie liked practical fashion and not only were many of her outfits not that, her high heels? one hundred percent not practical

it didn’t fit her character and felt horribly out of place, clearly just the producers / directors / whoever going ‘oh, wonder woman is a woman how can we show this? fashion! high heels!’ and i hated it

(warning: imma be jumping from thought to thought as they bump into each so uh... enjoy the train-of-thought style of flaw informing)

and starting at the beginning like.... wow that scene had no purpose

wonder woman cheats in a competition and is punished for this by losing it in the end. except. this is stupid for two reasons

as the audience is shown she didn’t cheat on purpose. she made a mistake, lost her horse, and made a strategy to get back into the race despite this. honestly? i thought the story was going to be a lesson in ingenuity in the worst looking situations. but it wasn’t, which is bad storytelling, because the lesson is then based on a point that isn’t even that true

it is literally Never important again later. unless you count what was going on with the wishstone as ‘cheating to victory’ which i dont. that’s not even what the villain did. he wanted to take over the world. there’s no victory there you get without cheating. wtf. why did that message even happen

going into the actual story we meet the cheetah pretty quick, when she’s still whatever-her-civilian-name-is

and the cheetah... she’s such a bad villain

she doesn’t have the same backstory as she does in the comics

in this one, she uses the wishstone- which is a whole ‘nother thing in and of itself- to wish to be like diana, because ig being smart as hell but social awkward as hell too is so bad you need to desperately wish to be someone else? i hate that trope, but onwards-

she gets that, but in exchange for not only diana’s likable personality she also gets her wonder woman powers (and she loses her glasses, because pretty and cool means no glasses, right? /s), she loses her kindness bc of the rules of the wishstone- in exchange for your wish, it takes smth u care about a lot from you; for her, it was her kindness

this makes her villain! just because she lost her kindness. yep. honestly not a good look regarding all those people out there who are low/no empathy and can still be wonderful nice people but i digress

at one point she complains about why she needs to keep her power rather than go back to being just Her and i fucking wanted to scream

she has like. half a dozen degrees, clearly a couple of friends even if she’s awkward, and she’s got a life that was perfectly okay before she made the wish. as someone who is also socially awkward as hell, it infuriated me to here her acting like it was the fucking end of the world she couldn’t be more extroverted or whatever. there are ways to work on that!!! the movie trying to convince the audience she had a legit reason to not un-wish her wish (for the good of the entire world) was stupid and insulting

also her transformation between ‘looks human, wearing cheetah-pattern clothing‘ to ‘humanoid with cheetah fur/skin/appearance’ literally just. happened. for no reason. that was stupid

y’know what else is stupid? the wishstone. it was clearly just a plot device, and a poorly executed one at that. it isn’t even consistent in how it works

and they did a whole side thing with like. how it had the language of the gods written on part of it and it appeared in random locations across history around the time of great tragedies and,,, that was it???

they never explored the divine connection??? who planted it or why??? how it location traveled or anything????

like i said. poor plot device

i move on now to steve

oh boy steve

he’s brought back to life by diana’s wish on the wishstone, but... it causes him to come back in someone else’s body, quantum leap style. this is. weird. and is never ever addressed by him or wonder woman except once in a throw away comment. like. diana and steve kiss and are implied to have sex while steve is in someone else’s body and neither of them seem to care. this is not good!!

and then his relationship with diana? HORRIBLE

in the first movie they were barely starting to fall in love, only barely a couple even if that. more importantly they were friends, and that night he died diana didn’t lose a potential lover so much as she lost her first non-Amazonian friend

but WW84 portrays their relationship as if they were not only already a couple, but one close enough that even after forty years since steve’s death diana is still completely and hopelessly in love with him to the point that she’s literally hanging off his arm as soon as he’s back and making love that very night

it plays again once more into the misrepresentation of wonder woman’s character (how stereotypically hollywood female to fall over herself at the sight of her love interest) and it wrecks their relationship, which had been a lovely friends-who-could-be-more

what they should’ve done was focus on that friendship, build it back up after the long gap for wonder woman, and then started to rebuild that possible romance (and tear it down at the perfect moment... right when steve had to go again... ah that would’ve been lovely)

but they wanted to go in full-haul on the romance and it just felt. wrong and weak to me. diana’s refusal to consider giving up her wish (to get her powers back and save the world) is bc she doesn’t want to let steve go again, which makes more sense in the context of a first and true friend rather than a hastily slapped together love interest

steve’s character was generally good tbh but the way he played into the story? bad

moving on... the main villain of the movie? sucks. he’s just. fucking awful

despite a motivation being given that he wants to have money, he launches into wanting to take over the world for no real reason. he takes advantage of people for this and almost destroys the world he wants to rule for it. the main reason he stops this is for his son, who up until now he largely ignored and didn’t seem to care that much for outside of basic obligations. and the movie dares try to make him sympathetic by throwing in the fact he grew up poor and was bullied and not liked which i HATE

lots of people are/have been poor. lots of people are/have been bullied (myself included). that does NOT justify them DESTROYING THE WORLD TRYING TO TAKE IT OVER. can it be used to show the audience why he does what he does? yes. but to use it and clearly try to make it a reason to hand-wave-away what he did? NO. FUCK NO

also fucking. y’know how wonder woman took down this villain? she talked to him and the world. she gave a stirring speech while she laid slumped against a wall, not injured, just too weak to beat a bit of wind. she talked and she looped her lasso around his leg so she could talk to the world to to convince them to give up their wishes

once again... the mischaracterization

in the first movie, wonder woman gives a stirring speech while fighting Areas. it’s done in her battle, beating the god of war up while reminding him of what she stood for, who she was, why she would keep fighting for a broken world

it was BEAUTIFUL. it was MEANINGFUL. it was BADASS but SINCERE

this was weak. and it clearly wanted to be more than it was

the whole movie wants to be more than it is- it wants to have an important meaningful message like the first movie, about wishes for the self and war and the world and whatever. and it wants it so badly it does it horribly

the message is ham-handed yet messy and unclear and not right. it doesn’t make sense, and it feels poorly plotted. the movie thinks it’s more than it is and that makes it very hard to watch

and to finish my rant off... WW84 lied to its audience

did you see any ads for WW84? i did. they were bright, vibrant, funky music, stunning moments, action and intrigue. i was thrilled for a movie like it

the actual movie isn’t that

it’s not nearly as action filled, it’s not as ‘80s-focused as it leads you to believe, some of the most prominently featured moments barely matter

the lightning swing? pointless, as at that point in the movie wonder woman’s learned how to fly and does it for no reason but the trailers

and that cool suit? introduced in a random myth for no reason halfway through the movie, brought in at random with no explanation, only there for show and the trailers

WW84 is not the movie is lead people to believe it was, and the movie it is is poorly executed and insulting to a variety of peopler/minorities

if you’re gonna watch it, pirate it. i can give you a link. just don’t give dc your money or your legit views for it

[erensnubs]

𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕

Oikawa x F! Reader

Chapter 3

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"So… Sho how's school been?" You ask him as you're pinning up Natsu's hair into "fairy braids".

They were essentially little flowers braided into sections of her hair.

Sho looks occupied. You think its his volleyball team.

"School's okay I guess. But volleyball is SOOO COOL! I NEVER KNEW YOU AND DAICHI-SAN, AND ASAHI-SAN AND SUGAWARA-SENPAI WERE CLOSE?!"

You start laughing, "Sugawara senpai what?!?"

Shoyo looks at you quizzically, "What do you mean? That's what he said to call him."

You giggle. God that man is too funny, you think.

"Okay enough about my upcoming volleyball career," Shoyo says while you roll your eyes.

"How's your manager life?"

You shrug your shoulders as you delicately place a flower into Natsu's hair.

"Well, me and the captain are on good terms now. And I think I'm somewhat friends with people on the team," you say thoughtfully.

Yesterday, you and Oikawa studied over the weekend at the coffee shop. It was surprising for you to see the proud captain turn almost submissive when you studied with your project together and when you talked about volleyball. You knew in the back of his mind he still felt bad about the way he mistreated you, but now you were fine.

"Well guess what? Daichi-san and Asahi-san want you to go out with them sometime! They miss you," Shoyo adds.

When you first came to Karasuno, you quickly became friends with Fuki and Riki. You were your own separate group, the artsy bitches who liked editing and drawing random shit, making concept art and scribbling doodles on each other's papers.

Then one day you decided to sit next to the shy boy-man? Man-boy? The boy with the man bun? Whatever. You decided to sit next to him during lunch, because your regular seating area was taken.

Next to the man bun boy was, stoic boy and beauty mark boy.

You didn't know that these boys were going to be the next best friends of your lives.

There you formed a friendship with three of the sweetest men you've ever met in your life.

It started off with talking about how brown is actually a good ass color, then to how the school lunches could have better milk, to groaning about essays together.

To them supporting you with your family, and you with volleyball.

"You're so stupid Riki!! Its the answer B obviously!!" Sugawara says slamming his hand on the lunch table.

You and Daichi start giggling as Riki rolls her eyes.

"What if it's not B, huh Koushi? What if it's actually C?!?" Riki retorts.

You chuckle with the memories of lunch arguments, walking together, and trips to the city with each other.

Later, you helped Daichi find a manager for the volleyball team, Kiyoko Shimizu and later became a friend of yours.

You never wanted to admit it but all of them became a found family, a fantasy that you recreated in your head over and over when you spent time with them, just because of how fucked up yours was.

You loved Suga's laugh and the way he held you while you were boisterously laughing about something stupid, but you hated the way that you knew that it was something friends did. And not what family did.

You loved it when Riki, Fuki and Shimizu came over and did your face with makeup because it made you feel like you were being pampered by aunts and sisters you didn't have.

When Asahi and Daichi constantly checked on your wellbeing, even until now, when you moved schools for Christ's sake. It made your heart clench in pity, because you know this is the closest thing to parents checking up on you.

The sad thing is? Is while you're over here playing found family, the rest of them were just doing something that friends do.

That's why you distanced yourself from all 4 of them when you moved schools.

But Shoyo, he had to remind you about them.

"Yeah.. I.. Uh… I miss them too," you say slowly, braiding the rest of Natsu's hair.

Natsu leans back against you and hands you your phone.

"You don't wanna play minecraft anymore?" You ask.

She shakes your head, "No Kiyoko is calling you!"

She waves the phone in your hands and you feel the vibration of the call.

Oh god, did Kiyoko figure it out?

With shaky fingers you pull the phone from Natsu's grasp and answer the call.

"Hey Kiyoko-"

"I'm outside your house…"

You sputter your words out, "What?!?! Kiyoko?!"

"I'm waiting for you so we can finally go out together."

She pauses.

"Just you and me," her soft voice carried comfort to you.

"Okay… I'll go soon. I'm outside with Sho and Natsu," you say picking yourself up and turning off your phone.

You wave goodbye to them and gesture with your other hand to the phone.

Shoyo gives you a thumbs up and goes back to playing outside with Natsu smiling.

You run back inside and grab your shoes and jacket and throw them on. You flung the door open and see Kiyoko Shimizu in all her grace, beauty and splendor.

"Kiyoko-"

She grabbed your hand and pulled you close to her chest and squeezed you tight.

"Me and Daichi were scared, you know. We all were. Very worried about you," she starts off quietly.

"Tell us, [Name], when something's wrong. It hurts us when you don't."

You sink into Kiyoko's arms and relish the feeling of them.

"I will. I'm sorry for not doing that."

She pulls away and gives you a soft smile, her beauty mark perking up.

"It's fine [Name]... Now get in the car! We're gonna go eat out today!"

"I'll have meal 1 please," you tell the waiter.

"Meal 5 with a side of tofu as well," Kiyoko adds.

The waiter leaves and now it's just you two You were at the ramen shop near Seijoh.

Which just so happened to be the Ramen shop that was close to the convenience store near Seijoh.

The convenience shop that you and Oikawa went to.

You shake your head to get him out of it.

"Uh…You okay?" Kiyoko said questionably.

You wave her away, "Yeah I'm fine. Just remembering something weird."

She leans forward,"Hmm okay. But hey. Heard you became a manager at Seijoh.. You trying to one up me or something?"

She smirks and you scoff.

"Kiyoko please. I learned everything from you. I don't know how I would manage this great team without your prior knowledge I would have never survived," you say.

You sigh and look up, "They're one of the best in the whole prefecture and I'm in charge of them. The pressure is real."

Kiyoko pats your hand affectionately, "I bet. I mean Oikawa and this other dude from another school have been butting heads with each other ever since middle school. It's his last year so Oikawa is probably incredibly stressed."

You raise an eyebrow, "I mean Oikawa has been a little on the edge, but I didn't know it was from some dude since fucking middle school."

"Yeah. Ushi-Waka from Shiratorizawa. He's also from a powerhouse school. The best in the prefecture. They've gone to Nationals, multiple times. Ushi-Waka is in Japan's best under 18," Kiyoko says softly, like she was passing secret information to you.

You not, sipping your water as you let her continue.

"Oikawa has always been beaten by Shiratorizawa and has NEVER made it to nationals. Once! So this year is his last year, he gets 2 chances and then poof!" Kiyoko says.

Her hands are in a circle and they suddenly break.

"Bye bye volleyball career."

You were taken aback.

No, you were stunned.

You always knew Oikawa was determined but God, this puts it on a whole nother level of determination. You wonder how stressed the team was when Oikawa supervised. Or vice versa. You wonder how stressed Oikawa was when he supervised.

Is that why Iwaizumi encouraged you to book practices with college volleyball teams? Probably. The more practice the better, you remember him saying.

Oh and how could you forget the dark circles under his eyes.

You lean back and exhale, "Wow. I feel horrible for not knowing."

Kiyoko sighs, "You should know as a MANAGER, but didn't you have a rough start with him?"

You nod and recount the events that took place as the waiter sets down your food.

"But that was yesterday so I guess we just started our 'working relationship'", you finally say.

Kiyoko lets out a low whistle, "Looks like you got your work cut out for you sweetheart. Our team is in the works."

Her voice drops lower and she grins evilly,

"We'll beat you, [Name], I have hope for this team."

You grin back, "We'll see about that."

The two of you talk back and forth about other things for a while, laughing about the dumb shit Sugawara pulled and the new students.

You pause, "How's Hinata doing? I don't know if you remember him but he's a family friend."

Kiyoko smiles, "He's doing wonderful. Had a rocky start with another 1st year but they're friends now."

"Oh I remember him telling me that. Kageyama?"

"Yes. He was a middle school prodigy. Came from the same school as Oikawa and most of the Seijoh players actually," Kiyoko informs him.

"Huh," you say mentally noting that fact into your mind.

"Anyways, I'm glad we…you know. Got to talk. Hopefully we can go and hang out again with the others," you say as both of you clean up your table and walk out.

"Same. But Karasuno is gonna beat you at the practice game next week," Kiyoko says with a wink.

"Pfft Seijoh will wipe your asses over the gym floor," you say.

You're in your bed, covered in blankets and half asleep from your eventful day. When your eyes finally fluttered to sleep, your phone buzzed.

Buzz, buzz, buzz.

You pick up your phone lazily and open up the messages.

Oikawa?

You groan. What is so goddamn urgent that he wants to meet with you so early in the morning?

You push the thoughts and the judgements out of your mind and go to bed early.

So much for a day out to relieve stress.

[Name] and Kiyoko both have a slight obsession with milk tea

IMPORTANT INFORMATION TO DISCLOSE

Kiyoko introduced [Name], to the more traditional Japanese food when she moved here rather than the trendy ones portrayed in the Media

Unbeknownst to [Name], Kiyoko keeps tabs on the Seijoh boys just in case something bad happens.

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Taglist: @tanakasimpcorner @zukoslosthishonor ​@saladskittles​

A note from Chef Tina: ty for sticking with me everyone for this fic! I feel like my efforts on writing this are paid off! Pls like, reblog or comment! It would help a lot! 

[imanativeofswlondondahling]

Hidden In Plain Site (2)- Tom Holland x Reader

Word Count:  2348

A/N: This was inspired by this wonderful post by @starsholland. Without it this would not be happening. This will be a multi part fic, but I don’t know how many chapters or when it will be posted so if you’d like to be tagged let me know:)  Welcome to Tom being undercover on Tumblr. Quick notes- Y/T/B = Your Tumblr Blog

Chapter One || Master List

The edit turned out better than you thought it would. You had decided to use blue and red, since they’re Spider-Man colors and it honestly suits Tom and Haz so well. You still are wondering when the picture is from since you scoured the depths of Google and Tumblr to no avail. It’s either really old, or not really posted. Either way it made an adorable edit and will look great in your edit’s tag. It’s also sparked some ideas for a friendship imagine. It’s been so long since you wrote anything, with work and family stuff weighing you down, but you can picture the outline in your head so as soon as you finish the last touches on your outline, you click open a new document and drop a few lines down to get going. 

“What you working on?” Your brother calls to you from across the living room. He knows that once you’re home for the afternoon, it’s not normally work stuff, but sometimes your graphic design projects run into your post work day.

“Just some edits. Nothing too big.”

“Bringing work home?”

“Nope, just working on some extra stuff.” You type some more into the document, wanting to make sure that everything is hitting the moment right. In your browser, you pull up your tumblr and make a new post.

Ask me stuff while I work on my latest imagine. Give me a number 1-100 and I’ll give you a song from my writing playlist and a memory attached to it.

Across the ocean, Tom can’t sleep. It’s nearly 3am, but something is keeping his mind from sleeping. He should be able to sleep just fine. He isn’t working on any movies that have him worried, he doesn’t have any auditions coming up, and he doesn’t have press for a few weeks. So why can’t he get to sleep?

Lifting his phone in his hand he sees a notification from Tumblr saying that Y/T/B has posted. He swipes across and waits for the post to load. You want questions? Well, he can help with that. Plus, he’s interested in learning about what kind of music you’re interested in.

Anonymous Asked:

33?

Anonymous Asked:

86?

Anonymous Asked: 

69;D

Three Anons come in right after another. You weren’t expecting that quick of a reaction. Sure you had a couple hundred followers, but you didn’t tend to get that many reactions to your posts. At least not back to back. But you’ll take it, and reply. As soon as you send the edit to that blog that asked for it.

You pull up the thread between you and tomholland2013. You click the camera button and upload the edit you had done. 

Hey, here’s that edit. Hope this works for you! 

Surprisingly, whoever is behind the account messages back immediately.

That looks awesome! Thanks so muchX

Hows your night going?X

More like afternoon here lol. I’m just getting some work done after getting home earlier.

How about you? Is it night there?

It’s like the middle of the night here and I can’t sleepX

If it’s middle of the night there, did you see the news? 

What news?X

That Tom saved Spider-Man?! It’s been all over Tumblr since I got home from work.

It’s kind of the reason I made your edit in red and blue tbh.

I hadn’t had time to look at my dashboard to be honest. I’ve been busy with work stuff most of the afternoon.X

It wasn’t a lie. Over the past few days having talks between him, Bob and Tom trying to smooth everything over, there wasn’t much time to glance over the explosion that had happened since the original news had been released. But after clicking send on his message to Y/N, he clicks over to your main blog to see the reaction to the news. There are some general reblogs of the news announcing Spider-Man returning to the MCU but then there were also some general posts about Spider-Man and Peter Parker. Your tags are what really get to him. Some like hashtag my-baby-is-back-where-he-belongs and hashtag get-tom-drunk-more-often-if-it-saves-my-baby. He can’t help but laugh at the last one. True he hadn’t exactly been sober when he and Bob had first talked about getting Spider-Man back in the MCU, but he didn’t think that story would take the world by storm.

Going into his settings, Tom quickly updates his picture with the edit you had done for him. Honestly, it looked better than he had hoped for. You had done Spider-Man colors and if he wasn't trying to keep this blog on the down low, he would share it on his Instagram so his fans could see how talented Y/N was. As he hits save, another message comes through from you.

Do you mind if I use the edit I sent you as inspiration for an imagine?

A what?X

An imagine. It’s a specific type of fanfic. I had a great idea of one while I was working on the edit for you, but if you’re not cool with it, I’ll find a different picture.

You did all the work on it. Feel free to use it. What kind of story?X

Basically like a Tom x Reader with hints of Harrison friendship notes in it. It’s hard to explain lol

Have you written other stuff?X

I think everyone on this site dabbles in it from time to time, but yeah I’ve written a few pieces over the past few years.

Do you have a list of them?X

Sure, it’s here.

You had linked a page in your message. Apparently dabbling meant one.. Two.. three… his finger drags down the page as he counts the stories. Holy hell, you’ve written fifty stories about him, Peter Parker and even some of the other Avengers. But most of them revolve around him and x Reader, whatever that means. You had mentioned it in your message, but he wasn’t sure what it meant.

Ok, I’m new to the whole fanfic thing, so pardon my stupidity but what does x reader mean?X

It’s a self insert fic. Basically anywhere that it says Y/N or you, you put yourself into the fic. They’re one of the most popular types of fics.

Before he can reply to your message, a notification comes up saying that Y/T/B has posted a new post.

Anonymous Asked:

33?

Y/T/B/ Answered: Heather by Conan Gray. So I love this song and totally have screamed along with the chorus of this song when I’m alone at home and writing or in my car driving places (otherwise I would freak my family out). When I wrote a fic called The Smell of Your Sweater, on my master list here, I listened to this song on repeat for three days straight to be in the right mind set. Honestly I could probably listen to this song until the end of time and never get sick of it. 

Tom reads over the answer and can picture someone jamming out to a song so much that they love it. He pulls open his Spotify app and pulls up the song, because he wants to feel closer to you, even though you’re time zones apart from each other. The fact that it’s afternoon where you are and nighttime where he is makes him think that you’re in the United States.

So reader insert are some of the most popular type of fics, but what are your favorite to read?X

That’s not even something that I would share on a first date lol you’ll be waiting a bit to find out. 

Is sharing that you write fanfic something that you don’t talk about on a date?X

Not normally. Talking about it with tumblr friends is one thing because I link it on my blog, but what I read is a whole nother thing. It literally says so much about you with who you read, what ships you ship, and especially what kinks you look for.

KINKS? IN FANFICS?X

You haven’t read much yet have you?

Literally no. I’ve only been on tumblr since I messaged you the first time. That was the day I made my blogX

So you’ve been on for a month? And you’re deciding to get into fanfics?

No I’m thinking I should stay away from it still. It seems like virtual porn.X

It doesn’t have to have anything smutty in it. Just click on ones that say fluff or don’t say smut next to them. You can also block certain tags so they don’t come up on your dashboard. Like Starker is a popular one to be blocked for a lot of people.

I don’t think I even want to know what that is if people are blocking it who are into this porn esque writing. X

It’s not porn lol You seem to have only found smut so far. We need to find you some fluff. Maybe some Tom x Reader?

Maybe I’m just not ready for it after all.X

Does he want to read about himself? Not at all. That seems creepy. But other people write about him too. It’s not just Y/N. He decides to research this further. In the search bar he types in Tom Holland Fanfic. The first four post all say smut or NSFW so he’s not going to bother reading them, but the thing that catches his eye is the fact that they all have over 2,000 notes on them. Two thousand people have liked or reblogged about him in a sexual way? What the actual flipping hell?

Before he has the chance to flip out even more, another notification from your blog pops up.

Anonymous Asked:

86?

Y/T/B answered: Praying by Kesha. THIS WOMAN COULD MURDER ME AND I WOULD THANK HER FOR IT. Plus that chorus makes me want to write some epic breakup scene and have one of the people begging the other to feel the same as they are feeling. Oooooo maybe I feel a one shot coming up. Anyway, a memory of this song- my best friend and I blasted this song while we drove from California to Philly to visit a school. It literally got us through so many hours of that drive. Kesha is bae lets be real. Or is that not what the cool kids say? 

When he sent you these asks, he thought he would get one or two sentences in response, but he’s learning so much about you from all of these asks. Maybe he would send you some non song related ones, maybe some To- Peter Parker ones to see what else you liked. Purely science based research. 

If you’re not ready for it, don’t push yourself. Fanfics can be a weird mindset to put yourself in. I used them at first to distract myself from some shitty family stuff that was going on, but now I read and write them for fun too. I think I mainly read Avenger ones at first as well as some TV shows too. Plus would I be a teenage girl if I didn’t read a few Twilight fanfics back in my day? 

Twilight? Like Rob-Tom makes himself type out Rob and Kristen’s full names like a fan would-ert Pattinson and Kristen Stewert Twilight?X

That one exactly. I was the generation it was aimed for and so fanfics galore were my teen years. But I’m proud to say I’m a recovered Twihard.

Glad to hear it darlingX

What about you? What were you into as a kid?

I’ve always been a fan of Spider-Man, ever since I was a kid.X

Comics or movies?

Comics. They’re the originalsX

Which Spider-Man is the best? 

Is that a trick question? Obviously HollandX

Was that conceited? Maybe. But hopefully, Y/N doesn’t think so. Oh wait she has no idea-

It was a trick question. A trick question that you clearly got right. 

Another notification pops up and you suddenly remember the last number that you sent Y/N. Well hopefully the number doesn’t seem like you.

Anonymous Asked: 

69;D

Y/T/B Answered: Noice. 

But the actual answer is Bad Religion by Frank Ocean. This song got me through my last bout of depression lol. I remember sitting on the floor of my bedroom with the lights off and just playing this song on repeat. Always open about that here. It also gets me to channel some deep emotions into some pieces that I’m working on because it reminds me of being in that dark place. I also really like the beat of this though, like how it sounds like a mix of an electric piano and an organ. So if I ever name a one shot Bad Religion, it’s probably named after this song.

Tom feels like a weight is sinking in his gut. Almost like someone slammed an anchor into the lower part of his bowl. He didn’t mean to bring up something so dark with that number. He was hoping it would actually make her laugh. So guess he will send her one more number, but this one won’t be on anonymous.

Tomholland2013 asked: 36

Huh, he must have seen all the responses you posted. Between posting and replying to him, you hadn’t gotten much work on your imagine done, but you could post once more before jumping back to your word document. 

Tomholland2013 asked: 36

Y/B/N answered: The Night We Met by Lord Huron. I literally saw them in concert with my friends last month so a lot of the memories I have of them are about this. But I have a great fanfic idea for this song specifically. To not spoil it completely I’ll just leave you with three spoilers- first date, first dance, secrets spilled. It’s a work in progress.

Now it’s time to get off the internet and back to writing, or else you’re going to Tumblr your day away.

Taglist: @ serendipitous-amor @im-still-tryin-to-find-it​

[theoeclipse]

Les Roses

Pairing: Lena Oxton x Amelie Lacroix

Disclaimer: Characters are the intellectual property of Blizzard.

Summary:  Lena has been mysteriously receiving roses at the fashion magazine where she works. When she discovers who is sending them, however, her life is turned upside down.

Note: This started off as a little prompt that was supposed to be short. It quickly turned into almost 7k words. Sorry not sorry.

You can also read this on AO3 here.

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Lena exhaled as she looked at the monitor in front of her. She had just finished editing the last article for this week’s edition of Couture, five minutes ahead of schedule even. Which meant-

“Home time!” she chippered to herself, cracking her knuckles and standing from her stiff office chair. She pressed her hands into her lower back, bending until she felt it crack and let out a little grunt of relief.

Just as she was about to leave her office however, hand poised over the door handle, her desk phone rang.

Eyes narrowing, she considered it briefly. If she answered it and it was the boss, she could probably expect to be staying late with no way to get out of it. However there was always the possibility it could be a serious request that could cost her arse if she ducked out before answering it.

Resigning herself to this fate, she walked back to her desk and picked it up.

“Yello?”

“Good afternoon Lena, it’s Sandra from front desk. I wanted to let you know there’s a delivery down here for you to pick up on your way out.”

Brow crinkling, she wondered if it was the same person that had been sending her roses for the past few weeks.

“Righto, I’m on my way down now anyway, thanks.” She placed the phone down and turned, making her way out.

No one from the floor noticed as she left. Not that it was really any of their business what she did or where she went, this whole magazine would be stuffed without her writing and editing for the company. Her articles alone were 40% of the readership, probably more.

So yeah, definitely wasn’t a secret admirer here at the office, that she was sure of. But that just made it even more of a mystery. She didn’t really have many friends, at least no gay ones. And she was fairly certain her mum wouldn’t go setting her up with a mystery woman.

Still, she’d figure it out eventually, that much she was sure of.

As she stepped off the elevator and approached the front desk, Sandra met her with a bright smile. She could see the roses just sitting there in a little black bucket, a note tucked neatly into them.

“Nother one huh?” she asked, approaching where they sat on the counter and reaching out, cupping one of the red roses and bringing it to her nose. It smelled soft, floral and delicious. Whoever bought these- and there was at least two dozen- had money to spare. And then some.

“Someone likes you,” Sandra replied, tilting her head at the roses and wiggling her eyebrows.

Lena scoffed.

“And lemme guess, you got no clue who they are either?” Lena asked, plucking the note from the stems and unfolding it.

Sandra looked thoughtful for a moment before shrugging her shoulders.

“Whoever it is they’re bringing them in themselves. And let me tell you, she is probably the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen. And I'm straight.”

That piqued Lena’s interest, an eyebrow cocking.

“Gorgeous woman you say?”

“Mhmm.” Sandra nodded, holding up a finger as the phone beside her rang and she went into customer service mode.

Lena turned away, bringing the note up to read it.

“Two lovers adrift- cast from their caste- find their own way back to land.”

She peered at it in confusion. The words seemed oddly familiar. 

Grabbing the pot of roses, she gave a small wave to Sandra and left the building. She had at least a five block walk home to ponder over the message, but it wasn’t until she placed the flowers down gently on her coffee table that a light bulb went off in her head.

“Bollocks!”

It was actually a line from a page she edited- the reader’s submitted poetry- that came out on the shelves last week. She’d liked that line, particularly so. She’d put that poem at the top of the column and even bolded that first sentence.

So, whoever it was sending her these gifts most certainly also read the magazine she worked on.

Tapping her chin thoughtfully, she paced back and forth. Still, no one she could think of. But maybe.... maybe if she just asked Sandra to hold them up the next time they brought flowers, call her with a code word or something, then she could run down and catch the ‘hot delivery girl’ in action.

She grinned to herself. It was a brilliant idea, if she said so herself.

And so planned the ambush with Sandra. She’d give her a call pretending to ‘need to call her boss about something’ and stay on the phone until Lena  got down there. After all, she couldn’t accept the delivery until she got off the phone, and the ‘hot delivery girl’ would be none the wiser. It was perfect.

So another week went by, every day Lena waiting anxiously for the end of the day to come and for her mysterious rose girl to show up. Of course it was silly to expect her so soon, but she couldn’t help it. It was keeping her on edge and she needed to know.

When that call finally came however, she could barely contain her excitement. She practically ran through the office to the elevator, much to the other employees disdain. Not that it bothered her, she was about to meet her mystery woman, caught red handed. This is definitely the most interesting thing that had happened to her all year.

Her expression dropped as the elevator doors opened at the ground floor, every part of her body tensing up as she spotted the very CEO of the competing fashion magazine to the company she worked for standing in the foyer. She had been following her on her social media for a long time now, and had always admired her passion and determination in a cut-throat industry.

Did she also mention she was bloody gorgeous? Like, fall over your own feet and walk into a street pole at the sight of her gorgeous? Because well... she was.

Their eyes met and there was a moment of panic she saw in the taller woman’s features. That was when she noticed what she was holding.

“Nice roses,” Lena managed to whimper out without sounding like too much of an awe struck teenager. As the French woman’s eyes bore into hers and a shade of pink touched her cheeks, Lena cleared her throat.

“Sorry, ‘m Lena. Lena Oxton. I’m editor in chief for Couture magazine, you’re Ms. Lacroix right?” she queried, straightening her posture and forcing herself to act at least a little bit professional. She looked over and noticed Sandra behind the desk making a frantic pointing motion in the direction of Ms. Lacroix as she stood there holding the roses. No. There’s no way.

“I know who you are, Miss Oxton,” her voice came out like silk, her gorgeous amber eyes sparkling with just a hint of mischief. “I am a fan of your work, it is written with passion and ferocity.”

A smile crept over Ms. Lacroix’s face, causing a flush to reach Lena’s cheekbones.

“I also enjoy reading your lifestyle blog online. It is... interesting, to say the least.”

Oh god, she read her lifestyle blog. Of all the bloody things. That website was nothing but a big mess of mostly lesbian content, a few fiction romance stories, interviews and reviews on LGBT+ media. Generally it was something that only really appealed to people from her own community, why would she be reading it?

“Gee, thank you so much Ms. Lacroix, I’m flattered, truly,” Lena paused, scratching at the nape of her neck as she tried to avoid those intense eyes. “Who’s the roses for anyways? Y’got someone ya meeting up with here or-”

At that, the French woman stepped forwards, holding the bucket out towards her.

“Apologies, these are for you,” Ms. Lacroix spoke rapidly, suddenly seeming self conscious in the moment, keeping her gaze locked onto the flowers in question.

Lena stared at them for a few moments, truly baffled and simultaneously very flattered and very very gay. She stammered.

“For me? But I don’t-”

“I was having your receptionist take the delivery, I’m sorry I wasn’t more forward Miss Oxton. I-” The French woman looked away, inhaling a deep breath before turning her head back and giving Lena a soft, wonderful smile.

Oh, that’s nice.

“I wanted to ask you to allow me to take you out for dinner some time.”

Lena almost dropped the flowers at that, her eyebrows lifting in surprise as she looked for any hint that she was being taken for a ride.

“D-dinner? Like... like dinner dinner? Like a date dinner? Not like... just business dinner?” her hope was welling up in her chest and she didn’t want it to die, not when this gorgeous woman was looking at her like that; looking at her like she was the most interesting person in the world and then some.

A soft chuckle that sounded very French indeed- if that was even possible- escaped Ms. Lacroix’s lips and it was a most heavenly sound indeed.

“Oui, like a date dinner. Perhaps with just a side of business, if that suits you.”

Lena couldn’t help herself from erupting into a hopeful giggle; she was all too aware of the stupid, love struck grin now blossoming on her lips.

“Suits me just fine love,” she paused, looking thoughtful for a moment. “Speaking of, do I wear a suit or...”

Her voice trailed off, and there was another one of those heavenly laughs.

“Non, nothing so formal. You could just wear a blouse and jeans if it’s what you wish,” she waved a dismissive hand, even that motion being elegant.

She was liking this woman more and more by the minute, and she’d already liked her to begin with.

At that, Ms. Lacroix reached into the inner pocket of her suit, a subtle dark grey tone that was cropped just along the bottom of her rib cage. She pulled out her phone, handing it to Lena.

Juggling the roses so that she could hold them with one arm, she took the phone and gave the French woman an inquisitive look. All she got was a cheeky smile in return.

“Your number, if you’d be so kind,” she elaborated, and Lena proceeded to enter herself into the woman’s contacts. “Thursday evening, 7pm. I will text you the address beforehand.”

Lena nodded and handed her the phone back, appreciating the small smile Ms. Lacroix had as she made sure the details were all there.

“Right, Thursday. 7pm,” Lena repeated, shrugging her shoulders. “Thanks for the roses by the way, they’re gorgeous.”

Ms. Lacroix made a small humming noise, obviously pleased that her gift was suitable.

“I’m glad you like them,” she replied, lifting her arm she pulled her sleeve back and looked at her watch. Lena couldn’t help but notice it was what appeared to be gold with many little encrusted diamonds around the face. Bloody ‘ell was this woman well off. “I have a meeting I must get to, but I look forward to dinner with you, Miss Oxton.”

“Lena,” she corrected her quickly, in one sharp breath. “Please, just Lena’s fine.”

The French woman smiled, a sparkle in her eyes.

“Very well, Lena,” and the name practically rolled off her tongue. “Then please, call me Amelie.”

“Amelie,” Lena repeated, a little quietly in fear of stuffing up the pronunciation, but Amelie nodded appreciatively in return.

“Enjoy the rest of your day, Lena,” Ms. Lacroix spoke, also giving a small nod of farewell to the receptionist before turning on her heel to leave.

“You too!” Lena called out after her, smiling to herself. She must have stayed that way for some time even after Amelie had left, as it took Sandra calling her name twice before she turned to her.

“Really Lena? The CEO of our competing company?” she looked both a combination of exasperated and amused.

Lena could only rub at her neck sheepishly, then pretending to look at her wrist despite not even wearing a watch at all.

“Gee will you look at the time? Gotta fly! Later Sandra!”

And with that she left the building before she could get in any more trouble.

~

Thursday couldn't come fast enough, yet when the time actually came, Lena couldn't help but suddenly wish she had more time.

Yes, Amelie said she could dress casual, but she hardly felt that would be fitting, especially considering that once she'd been texted the name of the restaurant she knew instantly she should at least try to dress up.

Of course it was a French restaurant. Of course it was fine dining. Jesus bloody hell this woman was rich, it wasn't like she was going to take her out for a luke warm cheeseburger.

The pile of clothes on her bed was growing, and as she stood in wearing black dress pants and a bra in front of her closet she finally decided that a simple blouse would have to do. It was form fitting, white and plain with three-quarter sleeves. Nothing fancy, but acceptable attire nonetheless.

She'd spent too much time fussing over clothes already so she decided to forgo the makeup except for a little touch of eyeliner and some neutral eye shadow. With that settled, she checked the time.

“Bugger!” noticing she only had 30 minutes to be at the restaurant, she hurried to grab her handbag, tucking her phone into it and heading out the door. She was lucky enough to be down the road from the metro, and if she jogged down to the station she'd just make it in time for the train and would- according to the timetable- reach her destination with a few minutes to spare.

And she did, her phone reading 6:58pm as she reached the door of the restaurant and made her way in. A man in suit and tie immediately greeted her with a charming smile and a soft 'bonjour', asking her for her reservation. She totally didn't feel nerves well up in the pit of her stomach, nope, none at all.

“Lena Oxton, I'm here for dinner with Ms. Amelie Lacroix.”

His eyes widened at the name and he began beaming, bowing and motioning with his hand for her to follow him.

“Ah yes, Miss Oxton, of course! Ms. Lacroix is waiting for you in the private dining room. Please, if you will follow me,” he spoke in the most formal of tones, his French accent just making him sound all the more posh.

Lena couldn't help but look around her at all the rich and well dressed people sitting at their tables, holding crystal glasses filled with red wine and dining on what she could only describe as Gordon Ramsay level cooking. If this was the 'public' dining area, she could only imagine what the 'private' dining area was like.

Following him through, he led her to a wide hallway curtained off from the public. He lifted the curtain back for her and motioned for her to walk through. She did so, nervous trepidation now rising into her throat. The hall was lined with oil paintings that looked both very old and very expensive. She could see the textures of the paint and the strokes from the paintbrushes. They were not prints.

At the end of the hall was a set of swinging double doors with curtains hung over their windows. For added privacy, Lena assumed.

He swung one of the doors open, smiling at her and motioning for her to enter.

“Have a lovely evening, madam,” he spoke politely, leaving and letting the door swing shut behind him.

As she turned back around, Lena couldn't help but gape at the room. It was massive, unnecessarily so. There was a crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling, speakers in each corner of the room emitting relaxing, hypnotic electronic music. The table was lined with a gorgeous purple satin tablecloth and set with every piece of cutlery and glass type you could think of.

There was also a gas powered fireplace that stretched almost six-feet wide along the back wall, emitting a comfortable amount of heat.

But perhaps the most beautiful thing in the room by far was the radiant woman sitting on the left of the table, reclining with her legs crossed and a sly smile on her face. Her eyes popped even more in this lighting, surrounded by an immaculate smokey eye and winged eyeliner. Her lips were coated in a shimmering lipstick a dark shade of purple that almost appeared black, glistening in the overhead light.

She was wearing a black dress that cut low through the middle, revealing the inner curve of her breasts and just about touching her belly button. A slice down the right side of the dress revealed her thighs almost all the way up to her panty line.

Oh, she was staring. She was definitely staring.

“See something you like?” Amelie teased, quite obviously aware of the effect she was having on her guest.

“I uh... um. That is-” Lena suddenly felt incredibly warm, and her clothing felt far too tight. She reached up and pulled at the collar of her blouse, attempting to loosen it. Amelie laughed, her eyes lighting up.

“Please, relax. I don't bite,” Amelie spoke, motioning to the chair that was beside her, but about two feet away. It certainly seemed more intimate of a dining arrangement than your regular setup.

Lena let out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding, moving around the table and seating herself to Amelie's left. She gave the French woman an apologetic smile.

“Sorry, 'aven't been on a date in a long time. I'm a little rusty at this.”

Amelie shook her head, her long black hair like tresses of silk tied up into a professional bun.

“I find it hard to believe someone such as yourself has trouble finding dates,” Amelie argued, taking a moment to eye her up and down, humming softly as though in approval. Lena felt her cheeks redden.

“Don't really get the time. I work at the office and I work when I get home. Sometimes I'm up 'til the early hours of the morning, don't get much sleep.”

Her dining partner clicked her tongue disapprovingly at this, her smile fading to be replaced by the most adorable crinkled brow Lena had ever seen.

“That is unacceptable, non that will not do at all,” she spoke tersely, shaking her head as she plucked her phone from the table and started typing something into it. Lena wasn't sure if she was texting someone or taking notes, but after a few moments, she placed her phone back down and looked at her with a very serious expression.

“Lena, I will not lie to you. There is another reason I brought you here tonight,” Amelie paused, taking a deep breath. Lena suddenly felt her nerves rattle. “I wanted to ask you to come and work for me. Be my second in command. Everything would have to be approved by you on my behalf, and all editing work would be done by those of your choosing. No more late nights, no weekend work, you would get to attend all the fashion events by my side or in my place.”

The amount of information being thrown at her almost knocked her for six, and she felt herself staring back at Amelie like a fish out of water. A smile crept onto Amelie's features.

“And of course, I would pay you handsomely. It would make your current paycheck look like mere pocket money.”

Okay, this all sounded far too good to be true. Yet she knew this industry was cut throat and those that had the skill and potential to go far were worth their weight in gold. Amelie had obviously been scouting her for some time, but did that mean that the date was all a ruse?

Shifting uncomfortably, she chewed on her lower lip. The woman beside her looked at her expectantly.

“So does that mean this isn't a date then?”

She could already feel the disappointment, the let down, that gaping maw opening up in her stomach and preparing to swallow her whole. The offer was amazing, and she'd be a fool to not accept it, but she'd truly been hoping to just enjoy a wonderful date and maybe something more with this mysterious woman.

Realising what she must have sounded like, Amelie instantly looked apologetic, leaning closer to her and resting her hand on Lena's thighs.

“Cherie, I brought you here for a date, that I promise you,” she squeezed Lena's thigh, giving her a reassuring smile. “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on, I just thought it best to get business out of the way first before pleasure. Wouldn't you agree?”

Ahh, there was her nerves from earlier making a second appearance. Lena chuckled softly, feeling adventurous enough to reach down and let her hand rest atop Amelie's. It was a bit cooler to the touch than she'd expected, but still pleasant. Her skin was so soft and she just couldn't help herself but to run her thumb over the back of her knuckles.

This little moment of tenderness seemed to catch the French woman off-guard, her cheeks darkening and a hint of something else behind her eyes.

“Yes, I agree,” Lena spoke with all the bravery she could muster. She took a deep breath before continuing. “And I'd love to come and work for ya', Amelie.”

“With me,” Amelie corrected, giving her thigh one last squeeze before taking her hand back and returning to her relaxed posture. “You will be working with me, and I promise you cherie you will enjoy every minute of it.”

That she didn't doubt for a second. A pleased smile crossed Amelie's face as she adjusted her dress, somehow managing to reveal even more of her thighs.

“Now, are you hungry?”

She was hungry, but not just for food, that was for sure. Instead of making a fool out of her love starved self however, she settled for nodding in reply.

Amelie called for the waiter and they ordered their meals.

It was a comfortable atmosphere, the two of them talking light business while waiting and then while eating. Amelie seemed especially interested in Lena's lifestyle blog and suggested she could even have a similar article running weekly in her own magazine. Of course she agreed to it, more positive LGBT+ representation in the mainstream media could go a long way.

They talked about themselves. Lena learned that Amelie's prior marriage had been loveless and purely for business; the two had separated amicably once she had established herself in the industry with his help. It had been a well kept secret- the French woman's sexuality- but being the fashion giant that she was now she no longer felt the need to hide who she was.

It was something Lena understood, having herself dated men off and on when she was younger and in college. Even once she discovered that her lack of excitement in those relationships was due to the fact that they were men and not women, she still approached her love life with trepidation. A secret girlfriend here, a fling there. Nothing substantial. Work had ended up taking priority in her life, something she absolutely didn't regret having gotten to where she had in that time.

Now here she was, enjoying a wonderful date with an equally as wonderful woman. One who laughed at her jokes or listened to her intently when she shared a story. They finished their meals and the waiter brought out a bottle of wine for them, pouring two glasses and leaving the bottle behind.

Usually Lena wasn't big on drinking wine, but in good company it wasn't so bad, and she found herself loosening up the more she sipped at the crimson liquid. At some point Amelie had shifted her chair closer, almost touching, swishing her wine delicately in its glass while listening to Lena babble on about a movie she'd seen a few weeks ago.

It was as her head started to buzz that she looked over at her companions wrist watch, just barely making out that the hour hand was touching on the 10, the minute hand a little bit past the 12.

“Oh bollocks, is it that late already? I'm sorry I musta' been babbling on for ages, you must be bored outta' ya mind,” she started to panic, feeling self conscious of herself and her ability to prattle on about just about anything.

Amelie however only smiled at her, eyebrows lowering and her chin resting in the palm of her hand, propped up by the arm of her chair.

“Bored? Oh my darling, I've sit through more arduous meetings than I care to count. You are a breath of fresh air, though it is wonderfully sweet of you to be concerned.”

Darling? That was new. And... nice.

She took another mouthful of wine. Amelie noticed.

“If you wish to head home I would be more than glad to have my driver escort you there. I would hate for you to be out there alone at this time of night,” one of her eyebrows cocked playfully, earning a swarm of butterflies in Lena's stomach. “Or we could return to my home. I would so love to enjoy your company further.”

I'm bloody sure you would too, you French seductress. There was a part of her that was tempted to pass her up on that offer, if only because she was well aware of what they could get up to. But the part of her inhibition that had been loosened up from the alcohol would not let her turn it down in a million years.

“Y'know, think I'll take ya up on that, if only so that you can show me 'round your fancy digs,” Lena replied, looking thoughtful. This seemed to please Amelie greatly, a musical laugh escaping her lips and sending a warmth throughout her. Or maybe that was the alcohol at this point.

“Whatever you wish, cherie,” she replied, reaching for her handbag and pulling out what appeared to be a chequebook and pen. Lena watched with mild interest as Amelie filled out a cheque; she couldn't quite make out the numbers, but there was most definitely several zeros.

The cheque was placed in a small dish in the centre of the table and she tucked the book back into her handbag, beginning to push her chair from the table. Okay, Lena could at least do this one little to thing to prove she had at least a little bit of culture.

“Oh, here let me,” she rushed, jumping out of her own chair to her companion's surprise, standing off to the side and offering her hand in assistance. Amelie smiled, taking the hand and allowing herself to be helped out of her chair.

“Mmm, how chivalrous of you, cherie.”

Lena grinned, now offering her elbow. “Shall we?”

Amelie gave her an admiring smile before looping her arm through the offered elbow, allowing herself to be escorted out.

“Lead the way.”

They got quite a few intrigued stares on their way out, but Lena was blissfully happy enough that she didn't care to notice them. If anything she stood straighter, giving that one balding, grey haired dude the 'yeah, this is my date, what are you gonna do about it?' glare when he looked like he'd swallowed a bag of marbles at the sight of her arm in arm with another woman.

Once outside a cool breeze touched her skin, ruffling her brown tresses of hair that she had styled almost immaculately. The valet nodded to her, assuring her their ride was on its way.

No more than three minutes later, a limousine pulled up. It was the darkest of blacks, tinted windows, shined so thoroughly that Lena could almost make out her reflection in it. The valet stepped forwards, opening the rear door and bowing graciously to them as Amelie tugged her towards the vehicle.

This was all... quite a lot. Even as she buckled in and admired the spacious cabin around her, she couldn't help but wonder what the point of all this was, other than making a grand impression. They engaged in quiet conversation, Lena mostly just enjoying the scenic route they took through the city, lights flashing as they drove past, over the bridge freeway where a few boats were spotted around the harbour. She barely even noticed the time passing until she felt the limo slowing to a stop, peering outside to see they'd pulled up in front of a mansion sized beach house.

The driver got out, opening the door for them. Lena thanked him, standing and looking up at the size of the building. It had to be at least three stories, with huge open plan windows looking out over the harbour and the shoreline.

“I promise you, it's much more beautiful inside,” Amelie teased, her voice a warm whisper against her ear that took her by surprise. She turned her head, meeting the taller woman's gaze, her amber eyes burning playfully and a smile pulling at her lips.

“Right, sorry. It's just so...” Lena paused, looking back up at the building before formulating her response. “Big.”

A finger played at the collar of her blouse, tracing over the fabric. She swallowed.

“Size is not everything, I assure you,” came the warm response, the French woman's voice just a little lower, and not so much playful as it was making promises she intended to keep.

Lena laughed awkwardly, scrubbing at the back of her hair and not able to make eye contact. She could already feel her stupid ears burning with a blush, but she was grateful for the dim lighting for hopefully hiding it.

“Come, let me show you around,” Amelie spoke, her voice a more normal tone now as she took Lena by the hand and guided her up the steps and into her home.

Amelie pressed a key card against a scanner, the locks on her front door clicking and sliding open. On entering, Lena looked around her in awe. She vaguely heard Amelie telling her it was the foyer, pointing to various items she had on display including a statue of an elegant naked woman that seemed to be calling the viewer towards her.

In a stupor she merely followed her guide around, being shown a music room, a theatre, living room, kitchen and bathrooms. She allowed herself to be guided upstairs, all the way to the third floor. Apparently the second floor was mainly guest rooms and a second entertaining area.

When they reached the third floor landing it opened up into an expansive living area. Another one of those gas powered fire places was set into the far wall lined with cobblestones. There was a steel grey faux rug sprawled in front of it, a few mauve recliners with thick feet that were probably carved out of very expensive wood. Off to the side was a bar, not too dissimilar to the kind found in clubs, just a little smaller.

“Can I get you something to drink?” Amelie offered, turning to face her guest with enquiring eyes. Lena nodded in reply, her head still spinning as she tried to take in the fact that she was in what she could only imagine was a multi-million dollar mansion overlooking the beach, with a very rich, very charming, very gorgeous and very French woman. One- she noted- that seemed to be the most unlikely thing of all; interested in her.

The French woman walked behind the bar, pulling out two scotch glasses. Looking up, she caught Lena's attention.

“Liquor?” she inquired.

“I'd love to-” Lena mumbled, realising at that second she'd said 'liquor' and not 'lick her'. She shook her head, rubbing at her arms. “Rum. I'd love a rum thanks.”

Amelie nodded appreciatively, turning to look at her shelves and running her fingers along all the bottles she had until it came to rest on one. Like everything else around here, it looked expensive.

She popped the cork and poured out two glasses, adding some ice to both drinks. Grabbing the glasses, she motioned towards the love seat that sat adjacent to the fireplace.

“Come, sit with me,” she offered, giving a warm smile.

Lena obliged, following her over. She sat first, watching as Amelie sat right beside her and close enough that their thighs were almost touching. The dark-haired woman handed her her drink, and Lena was all too ready to accept, drinking down several mouthfuls of the liquid courage right there and then. Amelie quirked an eyebrow, but didn't say anything about it.

“So, what do you think?” she asked, looking at Lena with expectant eyes.

A few moments passed, with her chewing on her lip as she tried to formulate a reply.

“It's...” Lena looked around again, trying to really take in everything now. It smelled feminine, soft, a little bit floral. “A lot, not gonna' lie love.”

Amelie tilted her head, eyeing Lena over her glass of rum as she brought it to her lips. “How so?”

Struggling for the right words, the brunette shuffled around a bit, took another swig of the rum. She savoured the way it burned down the back of her throat, but much smoother than the stuff she usually drank. It was good. She stared into her lap.

“Look, you're bloody amazing. I can't believe someone like you would even want someone like me, but we're here. You're here. This place... it's amazing. But it's a world away from what I'm used to. I live in a tiny one bedroom apartment, I eat leftover Chinese and pizza,” Lena paused briefly, starting to feel a little more warm from the rum. Growing a little courage, she met Amelie's eyes. “My bloody toaster broke the other day y'know. I only bought the damn thing a few months ago. How does a toaster even break? I don't just have money to throw around at toasters!”

The woman beside her laughed softly, taking a sip of her drink as she waited for her guest to continue.

“And some kid spilled his juice on me on the train Monday morning. On the way to work, o'course,” she huffed at the memory and having to excuse the big orange patch on her white jeans when she got into the office. She shook her head. “I'm not used to this rich lifestyle, or being pampered in any way really.”

Raising an eyebrow, Amelie placed her free arm along the back of the love seat, her fingers tentatively teasing at the base of Lena's hair.

“And you don't think someone like me would want someone like you?” the French woman enquired, her voice low but warm. The brunette shivered at the light touch playing with her hair.

“Why would ya?”

The fingers slipped from her hair and she suddenly missed the sensation, but watched as Amelie took  her drink from her hand, placing it with her own on the small table in front of them. Turning back, the French woman took both her hands in her own, squeezing them gently.

“Cherie, you are more amazing than you know. You are smart, talented, funny. You have a true eye for fashion, but you are not like everyone else in this industry, non. You have a heart, I've seen it in your writing, your articles and your blogs,” she paused, her fiery eyes boring into hers with a strength of passion. “You have a way about everything you publish that shows the world your compassion, your truth.”

Lena couldn't hold the gaze, the intensity burning inside of her chest as she took in every word. Looking down, she admired how their hands looked together; at some point they had become intertwined, locked together.

“It gets awfully lonely at the top, Lena. No amount of money can change that,” Amelie spoke softly, a hint of sadness in her voice, a sadness that made her look up again. There was a small smile, a wistful one, and a soft laugh.

“You know, when I was a child, I always thought it was so strange when the Princesses in movies always ended up with the Prince. How could they want to be with such a man when there is a gorgeous woman in front of her?”

A laugh escaped Lena at that, memories of her own returning to when she was a clueless young girl with pictures of female pop stars on her wall while all her female friends had men on theirs.

“We all start off as clueless baby gays, then we grow up inta' adult gays who got no clue how to flirt with ladies,” Lena added, nodding her head as she thought about it. Amelie hummed in agreement.

“Or business gets in the way of what we truly want. What we need.”

The French woman squeezed her hands, shuffling closer. Lena met her eyes, glad to see the sadness from before had dissipated but noting there was something else there. There was trepidation, nervousness. Was she... afraid?

“Love, if there's something you wanna ask me I'm all ears.”

Taking the encouragement, Amelie sat up a little straighter, her eyes flitting back and forth as she tried to gauge the situation.

“Lena I-” she stopped, her mouth poised as though to say something else before thinking better of it, taking a steadying breath, then continuing. “I'd very much like to get to know you further in person. To... date you. If you would have me?”

It was such a soft, genuine question that all Lena could do was start grinning like an idiot, a giggle erupting from her throat without her permission.

“Ya' askin' me to be ya' girlfriend?”

Amelie's lips turned up into a shy smile, her cheeks colouring scarlet as she now looked down at their hands as Lena had before. She found it so endearing that someone so powerful, so strong and terrifying in the fashion industry was turning into an unsure, nervous school girl before her.

“Oui,” there was a moment of silence, the dark-haired woman finally gaining a little courage to look up again as her blush subsided. There was a subtle happiness on her face now, and it just made her look even more radiant than she already did.

“I'd like the chance to show you what you've been missing out on all these years,” she added, the corner of her lip turning up into a cheeky smile. Lena caught the teasing, wiggling her eyebrows in response and daring to lean forward a few inches.

“Oh yeah? Why don't ya' show me then.”

Amelie let out a noise that was halfway between a laugh and a scoff, slowly moving in towards Lena, drawn in like a magnet until the very heat of her lips was against her own.

It was such a simple motion, but it sent her head spinning. All her fears and emotions that might have been left over in the back of her mind that Amelie didn't want her seemed to drift away as their mouths pressed against each other more insistently. They were both tentative but eager to explore, equal measures of gentle and firm. Her hands were already roaming the expanse of Amelie's waistline, much to the taller woman's delight, soft airy moans singing from her throat while her body leant into the touch.

She let out a sound of displeasure as her partner moved away from her, but a soothing hand ran through her short hair in a promise that she wasn't going anywhere.

“Stay the night?” Amelie inquired, her voice low and husky, her pupils dilated and her lips full and shimmering from their kissing. Lena had to stop herself from grinning like the cat who got the canary.

“Sure, but I gotta' warn ya', I'm a blanket hog.”

A chuckle escaped the French woman's lips, and she leant in to press another kiss to Lena's mouth.

“Then you'll just have to make sure you keep me warm, hmm?” Amelie ran her thumb across Lena's lower lip, pleased when the smaller woman kissed her digit.

“I think I can manage that,” Lena took a few moments to just enjoy this closeness, bumping their noses together before claiming her lips again in a delicious kiss.

She kept her promise, not once did Amelie go cold throughout the night.

~

[arofili]

legolas or celebrimbor??

celebrimbor doesn’t have a tumblr, he made that shit. he and narvi are @staff.

(well. they were @staff…)

leg …. pre fellowship

their blog url

green-leaves-in-a-green-forest

(or something equally long and horrendously hyphenated and fake poetic)

the kind of posts they reblog

random shit he finds amusing

like, cat pictures and social justice posts from 2013

no theme at all

i would never follow him

the first person they followed

tauriel

she convinced him to get a tumblr because of the memes

a year later, she regrets this immensely

she matured and has a better blog that she doesn’t even use much

legolas is the exact same.

what kind of theme they’d have

tumblr default theme

what kind of text posts they make at 2am

he will wake up in the middle of the night and post about the dreams he just had, but without any context

“made some chocolate milk with the lady who pulls the sun. tasted like weed. also, that one girl who i thought i had a crush on in 3rd grade was there. awkward.”

“sweating so much!! just ran a marathon with my dad while we were being chased by oliophaunts. the racetrack turned into a river halfway through. we won!!”

he thinks he’s funny

(he’s not.)

leg …… during fellowship

their blog url

he privated his blog for the first part of the journey because he thought it would be safer

after a few weeks he gets bored and starts liveblogging this shit

at that point his url becomes “fellowshipoftheleg”

his blog title is “Eight Idiots And A Gorgeous Elf Save The World”

“Hello! My name is Legolas Greenleaf. I am currently on a quest to save the world. The details are ~secret~ but I needed a place to vent so here we go. My companions are all idiots, except for me. My interests include….”

you know the type of subtitle i’m talking about.

the kind of posts they reblog

he basically stops reblogging and only makes original posts during this period of time

the liveblog

legolas had >300 followers before this, but his posts about his journey start to gain traction

his liveblog is pretty much petty complaints at first

he talks shit about gimli

he cracks “jokes” about boromir

(again. he’s not funny)

he reports on the weird stuff gandalf does

he gushes over the adorable hobbits

(until one day he accidentally bumps into frodo and sam tries to jump him.

he’s a little afraid of them after that.)

he quotes aragorn like there’s no tomorrow

some of these are like, actually deep

most of them sound like stuff from inspirobot

or they’re stupid inside jokes

everyone gets code names, cuz legolas isn’t that stupid

gandalf is “old man”

aragorn is “the bro”

boromir is “angstlord”

the hobbits go through tons of nicknames

“itty bitties”

“curly boys”

tiny monsters

eventually they get their own, but by that point the fellowship has split

gimli is “asshole dwarf”

after a few weeks… he becomes weirdly popular.

his story reads like a trollfic, with stupid plot twists and bizarre anecdotes

this mostly is anecdotes, not the full scope of the quest

he mostly makes text posts, with a few pictures here and there

every now and then he’ll post a snapshot of the fellowship roasting marshmallows

or a selfie of him in lothlorien

or a sneaky pic of him drawing dicks on boromir’s face while he’s asleep

he used to be low-profile, but shit’s gone whack.

he’s gaining hundreds of followers a day

his top post has half a million notes.

he’s a tumblr “cewebrity”

everyone on tumblr thinks this is just a story, not real life

people dig through his old posts looking for clues and foreshadowing

they’re baffled by the dedication the mod of the blog has to building up this “legolas” character

or they’re puzzled by the mod’s decision to turn this shit blog into a dedicated storytelling platform

legolas is bombarded with asks and @ mentions

but like…this bitch don’t actually know how to use this website.

he can make a post and reblog one

but that’s literally it

he’s the kind of blogger who leaves stupid captions on popular posts

he can’t figure out how tags work

he’s never heard of xkit

all his asks go unanswered

he’s only sort of aware of what’s going on

he’s blogging 100% from mobile, which makes it even worse

the Legolas Fandom goes buckwild

there is not enough time in the day to over it all

ship wars.

fan theories.

headcanon drama.

it’s a mess.

and again, legolas has no clue that this is going on.

when he catches feelings for gimli…things get insane.

he writes gushy, cringy, angsty posts about gimli

he posts pics of gimli with flower crowns

he composes bad poetry about gimli

the fan base is infuriated.

they’d all been shipping him with aragorn.

and like, no one in the fellowship has a fucking clue this is happening.

at least, not until they get to 

it’s ironic that Isolated Horseblr User eowyn is the first one to recognize legolas

she finally gets up the courage to ask him about it

“has someone been stealing your selfies, or…?”

he is astonished.

if Leg could, he’d shut down the whole thing

even if eowyn had wanted to help him do that, he’s just in too deep

he’s in this for the long haul.

now, Legolas starts to make shit up.

that’s when his popularity tanks.

he’s getting callouts

he’s everyone’s “problematic fav”

people dig through his blog to find dirt instead of clues

Legolas is more aware of this now, and he pouts for days

then gimli, a Twitter-Only lad, finally sees a masterpost explaining everything

he connects the dots way quicker than anyone else did

and oh fuck.

he’s frantically tweeting–

“wtf do i do??”

“i think i’m the asshole dwarf??”

“but he’s like in love with the asshole dwarf now??”

“oh my god, my crush likes me back??”

“has he been liveblogging EVERYTHING??”

eventually he deletes it all and decides to confront legolas

the leg boy caves under pressure and spills the beans.

they figure their personal shit out

of course, aragorn knew everything all along.

at least, that’s what he says

gimli takes over the liveblog for a day and everyone goes nuts.

together, he and leg decide that they’ve got to end this fake-ish story

even though they don’t know the ending of the real one.

for someone who’s never used it before, gimli picks up tumblr etiquette quickly

and on mobile. that’s a whole nother level of perseverance.

he starts streamlining shit, collecting information, making use of fan masterposts

he ties all the loose ends together

with a little bit of help from legolas to make it suitably weird, they close the story strong with a bang and a kiss.

aragorn finds their version of events…amusing.

after the real dust settles and the news stories about the Real Quest hit the press…

now legolas is a Real Actual Celebrity

his fans new and old start to see…similarities between the two stories

plagiarism?

insider info?

conspiracy?

coincidence?

no one can decide.

leg ………… post fellowship

their blog url

Legolas has three blogs now.

“fellowshipoftheleg” is kept as an archive. he doesn’t post there anymore.

he has a secret personal blog, “greenwood-gossip”, that he just posts random shit on like before.

and finally he has a Real Life Famous Person Tumblr Blog, “legolasgreenleaf”

the kind of posts they reblog

with the help of gimli and tauriel, he figures out how to actually use this website.

like most celeb blogs this one doesn’t post much

but he does reblog edits of himself and of his friends

every time he’s asked about fellowshipoftheleg he answers that he is not responsible for it and has no idea about it and would you all please stop asking about it.

the first person they followed

aragorn’s new Famous Person account.

this blog is deactivated after two months because he never uses it.

what kind of theme they’d have

something that should be really classy but with awkward shades of green

like, it had potential but again…legolas has a terrible eye for design

what kind of text posts they make at 2am

he doesn’t usually make original posts

but sometimes he’ll complain about gimli’s weird habits

and once - just once - he confessed that he was the one who ran that liveblog all those years ago

he deleted the post an hour later, but there were screenshots.

legolas is the Ultimate Troll.

[carryonmybloodylovelies]

I Looked For You In All Of Them

Happy birthday Carry On!!! This is half of my contribution to the @carry-on-bday-2017 celebration!!! (The rest will come on the 8th) Please know that I am super sleepy and that this has not been edited XD 

Rating: T

Word Count: 1959

Tags: bar fic, snowbaz, what if Simon never went back to Baz's house, Reunions, angst, fluff, kisses, this was done in such a rush i apologize, 2 chapters

Summary: What if Simon never went back to Baz's house after the events of Chapter 61? But what if they met again in a bar years later, not knowing who they really were?Also inspired by the quote: "Then find a thousand men who look exactly like Simon bloody Snow and break each of their hearts in a different way."

Chapter 1     Chapter 2

Baz

I found him again last night. He had his curls: bronze, bloody wild, and lying every way other than flat. He had deep blue eyes, a mole dotted above his lip, and a clumsy sunshine smile. It wasn’t luck. Just a terrible coincidence.

I always do this now. I stagger into a bar, drowning in the mistake I made the night before, and I try to find the bloke that looks good and golden and completely wrong for me. So I can make his bloody night, whisper all of the pretty words that never left my tongue, and run off into the darkness with the pieces of his fallen smile and broken heart in the dust. I’m still in love. Or I’m in love with that feeling. The feeling I get when my imagination takes over, and I’m pulling everything from that night, and suddenly the strange face between my hands isn’t so strange anymore. Last night was cracked lips and a rattling cross that burned my throat. It was the smell of something baking or something burning. It was the feeling of fire sparked with electricity. It was him.

But when the night melted into dawn and the sheets were tangled and dirty, I didn’t see him anymore. I saw watery blue eyes and limp curls and a smile like a cheap light bulb. I saw a terrifying stranger who I shared too much of myself with. And that scared me. But who’s going to stop this. I certainly can’t do it.

Which is probably why I’m here, sitting on this bar stool drinking whatever the hell I asked for. This bar is hot and loud. Everyone sounds like an idiot. And I’m not in the mood for an idiot. I looked for him when I came in, and I didn’t see anything good or golden. But the night was still young, then. It’s still young now. And the door just opened again, bringing with it a storm of stomps and rain flung onto the back of my neck. I don’t turn around just yet, because if they want a game, then I have to play my cards right. And I will win.

Simon

I stomp the storm off of me as I walk in, because it’s impossible not to stomp in the rain. The bar is warm and dirty and smells like bad choices. Which is good, because I’m in the mood to make a few. I shake my head and water flies off my curls in all directions. A pouty lipped woman in the corner glares at me and I smile back, not sorry at all. She rolls her eyes and turns back to her drink.

I scan the rest of the bar. A few couples sit in the back, flirting lazily over their alcohol, and the desperate singles are sprinkled in between the booths and tables. A handful of people sit at the counter, and most of them are smiling shyly as they get offers of drinks or love. The place is humming with drunk laughter and filthy words. It’s making everyone stupid and happy. But, one of them is alone, immune to the stupid happy people. He doesn’t have anyone at his side or against his mouth and it doesn’t seem like he’s looking for it. I know better, though. He wants someone. Badly. His eyes flicker around the room, searching for a person he knows he won’t find, until his gaze falls back to the fingers wrapped around his glass. The stranger and I already have something in common.

**

A long time ago, just before I lost it all, I had everything.

Everything was wicked and beautiful and violent. It was too sharp to be touched and too lovely to be alive. (Dead.) It was something I never wanted, until I wanted it bad. And everything wasn’t even a thing.

Everything was grey eyes and a cruel smirk. Everything was black hair and long legs. Everything was the cold monster that could kiss like fire. Everything was him.

And when you leave everything behind, it rips a hole in your chest.

But sometimes bigger things make you forget about smaller things. Giving away my magic didn’t rip a hole in me. It just ripped me.

When I finally pieced myself together, the hole inside my chest was right there waiting for me. And I know better than anyone, that all holes want is to be filled. So that’s exactly what I did.

I filled my chest with grey eyes and cruel smirks. With black hair and long legs. I slept with boy after boy, trying so hard to find the one who could kiss like fire, but I’m still looking. It’s not like I can stop.

**

I walk up to the counter and order a drink, not looking at the stranger next to me. I can feel his eyes tracing me, and the corners of my mouth quirk up under his intense gaze.

I flop down onto the stool next to him and keep my eyes straight ahead, a mischievous smile playing at my lips, until I dramatically swivel around to meet this lonely stranger.

But then my ability to make any sound at all is stolen from me. My breath is stuck in my lungs and my words are caught on my tongue. Who knows what moving is anymore, because I’m frozen. Someone hit the mute button on the bar, and I can only hear his quick, light breathing. (I can’t hear mine; I haven’t started breathing yet.) If I hadn’t been already sitting, I would have been on the floor right now. The room is spinning and my head is dizzy, so I gasp in a breath that breaks our silence.

It’s him.

But I know it’s not.

He has twilight black hair, but it’s short, and swept back, showing off a pale forehead. He has grey eyes, but they’re not fierce, they’re cold and dim. Like his light is almost blown out. I can’t tell if his nose is crooked or not, and his lips are torn. Tattoos climb and snake up his neck and arms, jagged music notes smashed together in such an unusual way that it’s kind of beautiful. The dark ink makes his skin practically glow. A black V-neck advertises dangerous collarbones and the beginnings of a marble chest. Denim skinny jeans curve around his thighs and calves, showing off mile-long legs. It’s not him. But he’s pretty damn close.

Baz

It’s him.

But I know it’s not.

Streaks of red dye are intertwined in the thatch of curls at the top of his head, and it’s absolutely crazy. His ears are pierced about a thousand times: studs, spikes, and cuffs, with his hair brushing past them every time he moves his head. Red semicircles bite into his left eyebrow to match his curls, and a silver gem on the right side of his freckled nose winks at me. Stupidly soft lips are parted slightly, and his breath is coming out of his mouth in huffs. Wide blue eyes stare into mine and bring back a flood of memories that have nothing to do with the unfamiliar boy before me. Perhaps it was my drink. Or maybe I’m just losing my mind. He’s wearing a graphic t-shirt that doesn’t make any sense and jeans that are too tight to be fucking allowed. (They are unfairly tight.) Moles are scattered across his face, neck, and arms. This boy is the strangest, prettiest thing I’ve seen in a long time, and the things I want to do to him are endless. But I have to remember that it’s not him. Even if he is pretty damn close.

Simon

“C-can I buy y-you a d-drink?” I stutter, cursing myself for the affect this stupidly beautiful stranger has on me.

He raises an eyebrow and smirks just the tiniest bit, and it’s the sexiest thing I have ever seen.

“I already have one.”

I blink, and then see that yes, he does indeed have a drink. Wow, nice job idiot.

“Uh. Um uh. C-can I b-buy you an-nother one?” I ask, staring at my fumbling hands. God! Why am I such a nervous wreck?!

He frowns and looks down at his glass, then back at me.

“No,” he says, shaking his head with furrowed eyebrows. He still looks as if he can’t believe I actually started talking in the first place.

“Oh,” I say, deflated at his obvious rejection. I start to stumble away from the counter when his hand shoots out and grabs my wrist, pulling me right into his chest. He slides off the stool and gently releases me, letting my wrist fall by my side.

“Sorry,” he murmurs, stepping closer until I’m pressed up against the counter. “I just didn’t want you to leave. Please stay.”

I swallow. “Okay,” I whisper back, leaning forward to brush a piece of hair out of his face before I can stop myself. He leans into my touch and lets out the quietest whimper. I can’t hide my smile now. He looks at me and chokes. We kinda match.

He closes the gap between us, bumping our foreheads together and leaving our lips a moment away. One of my hands slides up his back, fingers running over his spine, and he shivers. My other hand grips his hair and tugs, his head falling forward so I can feel the groan he presses into my neck. His fingers start to comb through my curls, and it feels so nice that a small sigh escapes my lips. His hand finds the small of my back, and he slowly brings me closer. He kisses and bites at my neck, making his way up to my Adam’s apple which he sucks on lewdly. I get a small nip on my chin and suddenly he’s there, at my lips. My arms wind tighter around him and his tattoos are moving and stretching as he does. He looks at me with eyes that seem so much lighter than before, and then he smiles. And that does it. I just have to kiss this gorgeous boy. So I do.

Baz

He surges forward, pushing me to the abandoned back corner of the bar, and then crashes his lips against mine. I gasp, forgetting my name, where we are, or who he is. It didn’t matter. His tongue immediately slides into my mouth, and he tastes like something I didn’t think I would ever taste again. I love it. Cherries are on his tongue and now it’s all I can see. He’s hot and fiery in my mouth, while his hands shock my lower back and hips and stomach with lightning bolts. He slides his thigh in between my legs and I see stars. His chin juts up and down while his teeth pull at my bottom lip. Kissing him is like breathing air; it’s the easiest thing in the world but I’ll never stop needing it. I slide my tongue into his mouth and he groans, grabbing my arse and pressing me closer into him. His curls slip between my fingers as I grab onto them, and I almost fall down when he grabs one my legs and hitches it up to his hip, holding it in place with a locked arm. His tongue presses deeper into my mouth and moans vibrate through us.

But I can’t stop it. A name escapes my lips. I don’t mean for it to happen. He’s just always there, in the back of my mind. He never left. And as I whisper the name that broke me all those years ago, a different name is gasped at almost the same time.

“Simon.”

“Baz.”

. . .

[jimlingss]

When I mentioned Romeo and Juliet, I was talking about the love and tragedy thing that resulted in their deaths. Sorry if I sound crazy lol idk it just resembled me. Keep the doing the great work! Also, I can’t wait for the live action either 💕 And why don’t you like Shakespeare, if you don’t mind me asking? Haha

oooooh I see, I see. I actually never read Romeo and Juliet. It’s supposed to be for grade 10 but we read Julius Caesar instead. and no, trust me, if it’s me and you, you’re not the crazy one. I am.

Oh…why don’t I like Shakespeare? I’m gonna get attacked for this, aren’t I? Someone’s gonna call me an ignorant fool LOL (but I probably am). Just, Shakespeare’s words are really complicated and it’s a whole nother language. You can’t understand it right away which is fine cause #4intellectualsonly. He made up words, added words in the dictionary. If I did that in my papers, I’d get an F. LOOL. But words and writing style aside, I genuinely don’t like his storylines.

Like for example in Hamlet, which is my most recent read by him (for class), I don’t find Hamlet’s personality likable in the least bit. I don’t think any one of my classmates ever felt sympathy for him and it’s something you need to have when you establish characters. Readers should care about the main characters, they should be able to sympathize and understand them but every time Hamlet delayed himself and acted as a coward…it was…frustrating. One scene he’d be like ‘OH YEAH REVENGE TIME’ and the next, he would be like ‘NAHHH LATER MAN’. Also, he was such an asshole to Ophelia??? and his strategy of acting insane was stupid. I couldn’t give a shit about Hamlet (spoiler alert) and frankly, when we was dead I was like ‘thank god’. Also, Ophelia’s life was pretty sad? I feel like Shakespeare should’ve focused a bit more on her. Make her death more impactful that way. I think the piece I like the most from Shakespeare (I’ve only read like 4 though) is Othello. That was decent.

Edit - may I just add that Polonius death was so dumb??? literally when someone read out the part while reading in class and he was like ‘oh and now I am slain’, people started laughing. LOOOL

[echodrops]

The Promises I Made (2017-2018)

For the past eleven years, I have spent every New Year’s Eve compiling a list of fifty promises I intend to keep or fulfill over the next twelve months. The results have been truly amazing, and I have kept some promises I never thought I could. This year, for New Year’s, there will be a new set of promises for to me keep, but here are the old ones, for review!

The Promises I Made (2017 edition)

1) I will get a(nother) new job. Or probably just curl up and die. Status: Kept! I got a new job and moved to Texas. 2) I will translate at least one more month’s worth of Regenkatze. Status: Broken. T_T I did a few pages, but I didn’t get far. 3) I will repot all my plants that need repotting. Finally. Status: Kept, amazingly. 4) I will buy actual freakin’ curtains that I like for my house, RAWR. Status: Broken. I bought no curtains this year. D; 5) I will continue to utilize Plant Nanny to track my water intake and keep myself from getting dehydrated. Status: Broken. I was okay at the beginning of the year, but then the usage dwindled. 6) I will complete at least one craft project that requires me to utilize a new skill, like working with a new material. Status: Broken. I didn’t do anything really crafty this year… too busy moving. 7) I will repair the mortar on the fence out front and seal the bricks on the window sills. Status: Broken—ditto the above. Moved out and wasn’t able to really keep any of these promises about my Utah house. 8) I will finish at least 26 books over the course of this year. Status: …I read a lot of fanfiction. A lot. But not too many new published books. Made it to maybe ten counting the readings I had to do for World Lit class but other than that, nothing close to 26. 9) I will trim the grape vine and call the city to see about cleaning out behind the house because the water culvert is flooding into my yard and jeopardizing my garage. Status: Actually kept! It needs to be trimmed again, but yes, I was able to trim it down and keep it from flooding. 10) I will successfully pass Horsemanship II. Status: Kept. 11) I will broaden my music tastes this year by getting into at least three new bands that I have never heard of or in genres that I don’t normally listen to. Status: Kept! I got into a few new K-pop bands and also Spellblast. 12) I will do the laundry at least once every two weeks. I swear it!! Status: Uh… Somewhat kept? At the new house in Texas I have to wear nicer clothes to work so I have to do laundry more often, but I don’t know about at least once every two weeks… 13) I will finish my new Anime Expo costume early and not wait until the last moment! Status: Broken—I didn’t cosplay at all this year. D; 14) I will remove all the rocks from in front of my house because they are hella ugly. Status: Broken; see above about moving out of Utah and no longer being able to work on the Utah house much. 15) I will go to a dentist and get Invisalign or some work done to fix my front left tooth. Status: Broken. I swapped jobs and had to wait for my benefits to restart and then by that time it wasn’t a good time to get dental work done. 16) I will have at least a once weekly “game night” with my roommates. Could be fun. Status: Broken… I think that um… we played a few times. 17) I will replace the battery in my watch, finally. Status: Kept! 18) I will pay off at least half my credit card debt. Important adult thing, yo. Status: Broken, sooooo broken. T_T It just got worse, not better. D; 19) I will learn at least 100 new words in German and document them as I go to keep them fresh in my memory. Status: Broken. I totally forgot that I even made this promise… 20) I will keep up with my new book club as long as it is possible for me to attend (I.e., if I don’t move). Status: Kept. The book club kinda fell apart pretty quick, but I kept up with it until it did. 21) I will be better about walking my dog because I have been slacking lately. Status: Broken, I’m so sorry Kinguin… It’s sooo hot in Texas. 22) I will build a new PC to replace the desktop computer that my dog destroyed. SLFSFJNDFG. Still angry. Status: Broken. Moving sapped all my money away, so I could not afford a new PC. T_T 23) I will get the scratched lenses removed from my glasses and change the prescription on the orange pair of glasses too. Status: Broken. See the above deal with the new benefits not kicking in for 90+ days.

24) Also: I will get my black glasses fixed so that they stop FALLING OFF and flying into the every nearby rock and sharp pointy object… Status: Broken. T_T

25) I will obtain at least one six-star hero in Tales of Link. Don’t look at me like that. Status: Broken—I haven’t played Tales of Link in months. @_@

26) I will design at least ten outfits and post them. (I’m still trying with this one, dammit.) Status: Broken. …I guess I should probably just give up on this one…

27) I will organize my closets, especially the hall closet which looks like a bomb went off. Status: Broken. I moved out of my Utah house which did involve cleaning out the closets, but um… the closets at the new house might be just as bad now…

28) I will actually utilize the stupid Paint Tool Sai that I paid for. At least three fully colored artworks this year. Status: Broken. I was able to draw nothingggg this year. T_T

29) I will level all my battle classes to 70 in Stormblood. Status: Surprisingly broken. I wasn’t able to play much at all after July so my time for leveling just plummeted.

30) I will reach 700 followers on tumblr. You should follow me. I’m only marginally a waste of time and space. Status: Kept! I have 861 followers right now! Thanks everyone for the follows! :D

31) I will learn to make a new (delicious) cocktail or two. Status: Broken. I drank a new delicious cocktail but I didn’t make any myself.

32) I will lose ten pounds. Status: Somewhat kept? I don’t think I made it to a full 10 pounds but I did noticeably lose some weight.

33) I will reach at least 300 species on my birding life list. Status: Kept! I’m at 306 currently, thanks to making to Texas and seeing a bunch of new birdies. 34) I will win NaNoWriMo this year. (But pretend that I didn’t, to not disrupt my blue-purple-blue-purple NaNo site pattern. XDD) Status: Broken. I didn’t even get to like 5,000 words. T_T 35) I will obtain the Astrope mount in FFXIV. Status: HA. I think I’m at like 200/1000 for mentor roulettes. Broken. 36) I will see at least one new bird species in the wild that is not native to the United States. Status: Hmmm, not sure what I was thinking about for this one, but I did not succeed.

37) I will put a storm door on the side door of my house because water is leaking in (due to lack of said screen door) and causing damage! Status: Gonna count this as somewhat kept because I did try to get a storm door installed, but they wanted to charge me $300 just to install the door and I didn’t have the money at the time. But I did fix the gap beneath the door so that it no longer leaks. 

38) I will visit Nicaragua. Status: Broken. T_T I had the chance but things were so bad at work I didn’t want to blow my vacation in case I needed it… And I did end up needing it, so things worked out.

39) I will water my plants more consistently and take better care of them—to the point where the one orchid that hasn’t bloomed in years will bloom again! Status: Uh… somewhat kept? Namely, I moved and left my plants in Utah, but they’re being taken care of by others so they’re alive at least still.

40) I will write at least four new chapters of my Voltron fic. Status: Kept!

41) I will get duct work done to bring heat to the downstairs bathroom and side bedroom. Status: Broken… But we did get a bigger heater for the downstairs so at least it was warmer down there this year.

42) I will update my calendar with important dates—holidays, birthdays, etc.—and be productive about sending cards and well-wishes. Status: Uh… broken. I forgot I made this promise too.

43) I will complete my series of posts about Yato/Hiyori. Really. Status: T_______T One day. One day. Broken. 44) I will pamper myself more—spa day at least once a month! Status: Somewhat kept? Maybe like barely kept. I was good at this for the first couple months, but then it tapered off. 45) I will visit my out-of-town friends more often and make better efforts to stay in more frequent contact. Status: I think I’ll mark this as kept. I visited more people this year, anyway, including @rachelwritesstories! 46) I will make sure the lawn stays decently mowed this year instead of being embarrassingly tall and weedy. Status: Hrm… Somewhat broken/somewhat kept? I did move, but apparently the lawn has been at least somewhat consistently mowed since I’ve been gone. 47) I will do some work on my laundry room to make it look less like a dungeon. Status: Broken. The dungeon persists. 48) I will revise TVR, especially the early chapters, and move it to AO3. Status: Broken. I got like maybe 1/3 of the way through revising the first chapter. Um… maybe in time for KH3 or something? :C

49) I will get an electric tree trimmer to make trimming my trees out front much easier. Status: Kept.

50) I will keep these promises. Status: Mostly broken. T_T

Totals Kept promises: 12 Broken promises: 31 Somewhat kept/broken promises: 7

Jesus, I thought I was glad to see the back-side of 2016… 2016 had nothing on the roller coaster of a year that 2017 was. What a literal dumpster fire. While politics and the environment went haywire around me, my job situation grew untenable again (ooh, but hilarious karma—just last month they fired the shitty boss and REHIRED my old awesome boss… Except of course by then I had already, you know, quit and moved across the country to pursue a whole new career field… Well, c’est la vie!) and I ended up packing up everything and completely changing my life once again…

In just the last two years I’ve swapped career fields twice and randomly packed up and moved to Texas of all places. I experienced the drama of prepping for a hurricane and also got to see it snow in Mexico. Life’s weird.

Looking back on these promises, I honestly don’t feel too bad that so many of them were broken this year. I really had no idea what was going to happen in 2017 when I made last year’s promises, and so a lot of the goals ended up not matching up with my reality in the end. At the end of the day though, I feel like I’m in a much better place today than I was at the end of 2016.

I don’t think 2018 is going to be easy, but I do think it is going to be better, and that’s a good feeling to have. Let’s do this! The new set of promises will be up by tomorrow.

[g1sunstreaker]

Ok so with all the new movies that have come out, there's a lot to take in, and since viewing experiences are different for everybody there's a lot of different orders you could watch these in. There's also the show, the Clone Wars, and the movie made for it that I recommend only after the show, which are in themselves their own experience, but it's a nice full 6 seasons before the movie, so for time purposes I recommend putting that one on the backburner til the movies are done. Same thing with the Mandalorian, the new Disney+ show; I'm really enjoying it but it's not possible to really fully enjoy it without previous SW knowledge, methinks, hence why I'm glad you're looking to learn up first!

Just to cross-reference my own thoughts, I looked up a couple lists of movie-order watching, and a lot of them broke up the trilogies completely and mixed up the order for a more fulfilling experience, but I know for me if I were a new watcher, switching between the different timelines constantly without someone there to explain it would confuse the crap out of me, so I made my own version a more condensed and less-mixed up order.

here's what I personally suggest for a new viewer, based on my own experience, knowledge, and preferences, if you really wanna go for the full schtick:

× Episode IV

The first movie. Beautiful stuff with wondrous worlds and an incredible story. Don't watch the Disney+ version, they did my boy Han dirty with another stupid edit of the cantina scene.

× Rogue One

Might feel like a bit of an interruption to the flow, but the plot of this movie is set just before the timeline of IV, and it gives a bit more impact to some of the events from IV. A very, very good movie, if you ask me, one of the best SW movies Disney has put out yet.

× Episodes V-V

Continuation and completion of the main trilogy. Incredible movies. Beautiful movies. Best of the whole franchise. You just can't beat the impact and power these hold. Beautiful. blows kiss

× Episodes I-III

Second trilogy, the prequels. I'll be honest with you, they're boring trash and everyone rightly condemns them as ridiculous (the reason being George Lucas directed these himself and nobody really wanted to challenge his decisions; Red Letter Media did a set of videos explaining this and they're really interesting), but they're still enjoyable enough if you don't approach with the mindset of "these suck and I hate them!!11!1!", especially having already watched the original trilogy, and they give you a lot of context for some of the goings-on in the SW universe.

× Solo

This one got a lot of flack, pretty understandably so? But it gives a bit more history to an important character, and more importantly his ship, the best in the galaxy, so I recommend this one as a little breather before diving into the next trilogy, the current sequels.

× Episodes VII-IX

These are the next stage of the Star Wars universe timeline. I personally am enjoying them quite a bit, despite their flaws; the second one especially had some nonsense and poorly-written/planned stuff, but ignore the reviews on the third one, cause it really corrects a lot of the mistakes they made in VIII without being obnoxiously obvious about it and it’s a really great end to the series.

There's more than that--the often-forgotten Ewok movies and aforementioned shows and Clone Wars movie--but I'd say this list covers all the big ones you'd wanna watch, and if you're still interested in learning more about Mandalore in particular before the show, you could either look up some summaries online for pertinent historical info or take the deep dive and go a-readin'. There's also comics, but that's a whole nother ballpark.

Really hope this helped! <3

I've only ever seen Star Wars A New Hope and I have never been inclined to watch the others cos Luke was a whiny little bitch in that one.

But then I saw baby Yoda and dang that little baby is cute. So, okay, fine, I will watch every single Star Wars if someone can provide me the order of which to watch them. I'm talking, movies, series, cartoons, the lot. Go full or go home I guess. If I dislike them, then I've lost nothing, but if I do like them, they'll go on the writing list.

[happywitch416]

I wrote/write a lot of poetry. Like I have been in the process of transferring it on to the computer for two years and I am not done. I’ve been writing it since I was 13 years old and we are talking several hundred a year. A lot are about wings, they have a lot of meaning for me and that is a whole nother post. There is a lot about nature, I posted The Trees Did Weep on here, oh a while ago. Lol But what I love to write the most? Poems that tell a story. One day I will write my own Beowulf.

This is the oldest in this set I am doing. And slightly morbidly hilarious? I have no idea what 14 year old Erin was thinking or going through at the time. Lol

There was once was a boy named Fred

He liked to stay in bed

My friend Fred

Had a friend named Ned

Who was a red head

Both liked bread

Both their parents were dead

But every day they went to bed

With their bellies full of bread

I am an optimistic cynic. I know, right? The world will one day be a better place, right after its cleansed with fire. It makes sense, in my head. Combine that with fascination with both myself and mirrors.

Shining wide across thy face

I think you never frown

You have one for every pace

For every hardship that tries to tie you down

Oh yeah I’m jealous

Yeah I want your face

Your attitude

Oh wait

You are me

And I am you

Funny I forgot,

Strange what mirrors do to you

My love of mermaids is no secret, I grew up with Ariel after all and the original telling of the Little Mermaid. I wrote this at some point in my junior year.

Cry of the gulls,

Crash of the waves,

The rocky cliffs

Separate me from the sea.

Down I look into water blue green,

I see my homeland wild and free.

There in those waves, I used to play.

There on the rocks, I’d sing happy songs.

Thoughts of nothing except the sea.

Older I grew and less at home.

Tempest storms called me,

To sing the sailors in the depths to sleep.

Never had I thought that I would share their fate.

Now I sit on lonely cliff,

And watch the tide run in.

I hear gulls.

But I listen for crashing waves,

A mermaid lullaby.

I also wrote Demons Come With the Moon around the same time. Teenage Erin had a love hate relationship with the dark. A childhood of night terrors, being locked in the well house, several dark basements, and various other abuses led me to hate the monsters in the dark. It was a reoccurring theme. It still is but it’s a relationship that has changed.

The moon rises

Shadows of the forest darken

The birds silence

The beasts of night appear

Children go to bed afraid

Parents sharpen their reflexes

Their knives

Raids come at night

When all is still

They come when we least expect them

They attack so quickly, so quietly

Faster than a breath

Then a blink of an eye

In the morning all that’s left is telltale bodies

And other signs of blood shed.

There is nothing we can do

When demons come with the moon.

This poem doesn’t get a preamble. Its get a postscript. You’ll see.

A kingdom for a heart

That is what I’d trade

Wealth, riches, fame, power

I’d give it all away

Just for a heart

That will beat next to mine

That will love me

Through the ravages of time

That will stand by me

Hold me when I’m weak

And catch me when I fall

This one came with an actual author’s note from when I was 18. Because 18 year old Erin was a punk. I don’t want a fucking kingdom because I don’t want to fucking trade it for love. Love is stupid. I want a pony, a million dollars and to leave hillbilly hell. Also, rulers have to take care of the countryside or whatever and if they can’t be self-sufficient they are dead. I don’t have time to be someone else’s hero. I ride the dragons not kill them. Peasants. God. They might be worse than dating. I had just broken up with a long distance, long term boyfriend that was a craptastic should have never happened, my grandma hadn’t been dead six months and I hated all.

This one I wrote about the same time. I had just decide to stay home for college, stay in hillbilly hell, stay in the abusive family home with no friends and no job at the time.

Straining

Spreading

Stretching wings

Sensing freedom

The door is open

I can taste the breeze

Feel the freedom of open skies

But cant escape the cage

Beating wings against the opening

Fighting metal bars that bind me

Getting cold

So cold

Desperate

Afraid

There is no freedom for me

Can’t escape

One last effort

Spread my frozen wings

One last run

I hit

Wings shatter

Broken

Crazy

Caged birds don’t sing

This one I wrote not long after me and hubs got together, a story one not so emotionally charged. Lol it is called The Flying Dutchman, I suggest you look up the story.

Time weary sailor standing high above the sea

On an unforgiving cliff

Harshness of rock and earth

Is no comparision to rolling seas.

He watches waces crashing violently.

Sprays high as it meets the cliff.

Boiling ocean

Stormy skies

Dark greys and black

Lightning and wind

Harsh violent cold wind.

The sailor sees the glory of the storm.

The beauty of the sea

The greens and greys of the waves.

The joy in his face, a groom seeing his bride.

He is beyond earthly beauty,

Eyes as deep and blue as his sea.

Full of wisdom

And its sadness and joy.

He watches a ship,

Eagerly awaiting its entrance into the harbor.

For it is his last ship,

The one that will be his for eternity.

Ah. True Blue Sky. I wrote this and realized I was in love with my husband. I balled it up and threw it across the room and then went and rescued it. I told you wings were a thing.

I stretched my wings this morning

With more strength then ever

A weight of mine had drifted away

Making it easier to fly away

Up and up

Far and wide

Suddenly I fell

Falling and falling

And there you were

Holding me tight

Until I landed safely on the ground

My wings beat with my fluttering heart

You stayed with me

You loved me

You made realize I could fly

Without disappearing into that true blue sky

This one I wrote last year. Hubs was going through a really rough patch with his depression, anxiety, and ADHD. His fucking job at the time was the biggest issue. People talk about how they feel dealing with their own issues, which is important, as someone with their own mental illnesses that is so fucking important. But it is also important that the people who care for us, who love us also are cared for and loved. Because its just as hard on them sometimes.

Violent bitter words caught on my tongue;

I hold them tight as I back away,

As I run.

 Lost, broken, confused

What am I without you?

You are lost down paths I cannot follow.

Behind walls that against stones ring hollow.

No cracks, no matter how many I throw.

 There are no stars on this moonless night.

The end of this tunnel has no light.

I cannot see what I’m supposed to do.

I don’t know how to help you.

So I ask again and again

Let me in?

 Fix broken things with string,

With glue.

Tears wash down the drain in spirals.

We can dance.

We can laugh.

We can spiral too.

We can fix this.

We can fix us too.

 Angry words are better left unsaid,

Channel rage until emptied head.

Anger doesn’t build the bridges

Or push the carts

That these words need before they fall apart.

And my final one because I didn’t want to end with personal angst? That seemed rude. Lol This is from November of 2016. My writing has changed but it hasn’t. It’s hard for me to see the changes. I also have a bad habit of editing as I convert things. This got way longer then I planned. Sheesh. Just pick a few, Erin. Not the whole folder. (Not even close to the whole folder)

A wicked wind blows from the west

Ice and snow claws down the back

The trees shudder

The houses quake

As winter reminds all

It won’t be late

[bwicblog]

Fawnprince-05/17/2017

The city of  Himmel was alive as always, people moving about streets and such like a well maintained circulatory system. A few stragglers here or there taking short cuts through an alley way or two but for the most part trolls were highly aware of what they were about or where to go. The city was a few hours treck inland of Provenence and meant more so for trains or cargo of any other sort.

A large lake parked off to one side bringing in decent temperatures so citizens didn't have to be baked alive on concrete streets all the time. Beyond that the buildings were tall and majority of shops seems either staples or odd attempts at being hip and ontop of newer trends.

Contemporary.

Speaking of which a particular indigo stood with his own little acoustic guitar behind one of the shops, a ritzy coffee shop that offered you whatever your little heart could desire! Although an alley way behind it isn't exactly as....glamorous as the interior of the shop but oh well he'd already set up the time and date for his own little private meeting and sent these co-ords to his favourite maroon.

Leaving Ashley to carefully leave his jacket folded off to the side, sleeves rolled up, hair perfectly coiffed as usual, and waiting patiently while playing on his phone. Pestering Hadean occasionally as well for 'being late' when it was actually still not quite the meeting time anyway. He was just THAT particular.

rebatrolls-05/17/2017

Traveling to a fight was quickly becoming the worst part of fighting, in Hadean's eyes. Why couldn't everyone just live in the same damn area for easier punching convenience? Between waiting for Sipara and Laledy to get sprung from jail (He was still a little salty, but the amount of time they'd been stuck there had dulled it quite a bit,) figuring out where the fuck everyone was going and how they were getting there... It was a mess. But hey, they all got there in mostly one piece. Maybe a little windblown, but what could one expect when they rode on a damn bike? At least didn't get stopped by any legislacerators, Hadean considered that a sign. Clearly fate itself wanted this fight to happen! And Hadean wasn't about to question a little bit of luck when it was finally working out to his advantage for once. The coordinates and photo Ashley had provided seemed to match up with the location Hadean found himself at, he noted with a little bit of relief. He hoped he didn't look too eager for any waiting purple eyes as he hopped off Prisma's bike, trying to work out the kinks from sitting on it for so long. It was time to get pumped! After all, this was a damn redemption fight. He had something to prove to the world here. Once he was sure his legs weren't about to fall off he decided to take point, heading in to the alleyway while leaving his friends to do... Whatever they had to do with motorcycles. "Be right back, won't start the fight without anyone~!" Finding Ashley wasn't too hard at least, Hadean was sure he could spot that damn hairdo from a mile away. But why did he look like he got lost on his way to a guitar jam session instead of waiting on a fight? "Is that a fucking guitar? I came for a fight, not to join hands and sing kumbaya." He was a little put out by how much effort he had put in- he had painted up his mug for this? Well, he guess a fight was a fight. "We're gonna have an audience. So that, like. No one culls anyone. Okay? Good."(edited)

Vii-05/17/2017

"I don't believe that--" He barely managed to get it in before Hadean's sharply dressed self (Prisma had to admit, he was still patting himself on the back for the decision to send him off to the tailor, even if he did get him chewed out for drinking) disappeared around the corner. There's a heavy, deflating sigh that leaves him, shaking his head in a what can you do sort of way while kicking the stand up and arranging it appropriately within sight of the alley. His gloved hands linger on it far longer than they should, eyes staring blankly into space. This was actually happening. Hadean, in all his overly rambunctious ways, was dragging himself into yet another unnecessary fight. Yes, he had an explaination... but that neither justified or made sense of it. It was a bandaid on a festering wound of mentality, and it takes so, so much effort to follow the red blood. There's a twinge of irritation, too, with the crackdowns and the arrest of Sipara and Laledy and everything else. It was foolish, the entire thing was foolish. He didn't understand the sense -- or lack thereof -- of the entire thing. And, furthermore, there's a blood-simmering spite that wells up from his stomach when his eyes fall on Ashley finally. But it was Hadean's fight, and the last thing he wanted was to intervene in a way that made him feel weak or childish or anything else. Instead, Prisma folds his arms, leaning against the alleywall and keeping a venemous gaze on the indigo. There aren't even words to offer up to Hadean's opponent -- the only things he has to say are bitter and acidic. "Make sure you trash him, though, Hadean," The cheer in his voice at addressing his favorite was... unsettling against the contrast of his expression and attention to Ashley.(edited)

mar-05/17/2017

Honestly, by the time Boopis was done schmoozing the policeradicators, Sipara had sort of expected Prisma to have put a stop to the fight. But no: a few hours later, she's snickering as Laledy staggers off of the bike, and everyone's standing in the shady-ass alley of some bougie coffee shop. As far as things go, it wasn't the worst place to fight! It's secluded enough to keep people out, quiet enough not to draw eye, and big enough to fit everyone in. Mostly big enough. That guitar was taking up enough room for a whole 'nother person. Whatever. At least Hadean looked nice. And the purple was gangly enough that.. she was pretty sure he could take him, if he didn't break out the voodoos. It was a glib thought: of course he was going to have 'em, he was a fucking indigo, and this was a fucking wretched. Why didn't Prisma just cuff him to the damn bed? Sure, Hadean would've howled about it. But if he wanted to fight highbloods so much, he ought to at least be making money. There's no reason to sulk, though, not when the fight was right there. And if he dropped vooodoos.. well, at least Lal wouldn't be bothered. "Yeah, no culling, that's not fucking sportin'. Hey, Hads, don't forget to go for the horns~," she called, sliding in next to Prisma, and tugging Laledy along. (Tugging was a strong word for it, when she was practically glued to his arm. He couldn't see. She had to be helpful.)

Fawnprince-05/17/2017

Ashley wasn't exactly please by any means at the commentary. Where was his jovial cheering on the sidelines? This wasn't exactly fair in any sense of the word....Really all Halvea told him was to not die since she couldn't be assed to get a new secretary right now and that he had a lot of work to catch up on when he got back considering the timing. Blah blah, he let's out a sigh. He'll just have to be his OWN hype then! He puts on the cheesiest smile he can, beaming and whips his guitar around to his front. " Course babe, we can't have a good jam sesh without an audience! There's more than I was promise but that's fine sweetheart. " Ashley's eyes dart up and down a bit, taking in Hadean's attire and appearence before leaning to the side a bit to check out his little crew. Sneering for a moment at the discombobulation of everyones outfits. Really they at least could've all dressed somewhat similiarly. oh well. He's just pleased Hadean isn't in say....sweatpants. God he'd just LEAVE if that was the case. " Glad you clean up real nice though Hadsy, really does a boys pusher some good." A hand is placed on his heart for some dramaticism then put back on the strings calmly strumming out a few little chords as he double checked it was all nice and tuned. But truly he was wanting get a gauge on reactions for just a sample of his powers. Not good to go in blindly of course with all your eggs in one basket. He sang out each note a bit for each strum, double checking and harmonizing each properly.

rebatrolls-05/17/2017

Hadean knows his friends aren't exactly happy about his chosen fight. But in his eyes they were just being wrigglers! Sure, he was a purpleblood. But it wasn't like he wasn't aware of the dangers! Hadean knew how much muscle a highblood could pack, even one that looked like a beanpole. He was prepared, his psi was fully charged, and he was ready to rumble. He kept his scowl up at sweetheart, chin raising at that stupid smarmy smile. Maybe he could knock some teeth out. Give him a fat lip to remember him by even, that sounded fun. The sneer that lit Ashley's face was just another nail in his coffin in Hadean's eyes. Of course he was going to curl his lip, but Hadean knew they were all awesome. "Fucking precious diamond in the rough right here, just needed some polishing." He kept his voice dry, focusing momentarily on solidifying energy under his clothing as armor. It was a trick he had used before with Emerel, but he knew Ashley would need more if he went swinging fists. Hadean was just hoping a paper-pushing purple wasn't as skilled a fighter as his last opponent. He's confused why the fuck he has a guitar, and why he's playing it. Did he miss something? His thinkpan skips a few beats though, with each strum. What was that? Were those voodoos? Hadean wasn't used to this feeling, more familiar with the bog-standard clown. But if he was feeling voodoos, he figured that meant the game was on. And against highblood endurance, he wasn't looking to draw this out. He moved forward, focusing his psi to his hand in a familiar weapon- a staff probably wouldn't cull. If he wanted to keep his hands busy with the guitar, Hadean was more than happy to go swinging for his knees.

Fawnprince-05/17/2017

Oops he either got tired of Ashley killing time, or he struck a chord. ( OHHOOHOHO) But regardless he wasn't stupid enough to stay still, he'd tightened his strap enough before hand to make moving a tad easier. It does cause a momentary cease in strumming but you can't stop his mouth. Can't even stop his mouth in regular situations why would he stop it when it mattered? He lets out a little chuckle, hurriedly stepping back, but not catching the swing quite fast enough to dodge effectivley. Whatever little hop he'd tried was just barely enough to make sure his knee caps weren't harmed but did get a fair amount of hopping out of him as ankle got caught. A hiss leaving his mouth. Chuckling again he strikes back up another hum, strumming a few chords again but louder and more rhythymacly. Starting up his own little diddy. " Ohhhh~ Dear little Hadsy~ That'll sure be the night when you actually land a swing! That'll be the night oh yes! When you actually land a hit it may even be next sweep we just don't know but it'll be quite the night honey!" He even decided to throw in some little dance-like movements in, distancing himself from Hadean without making a run for it.

rebatrolls-05/17/2017

Hadean is a little satisfied when he gets his chuckle to turn in to a hiss. An ankle hit wasn't what he was going for, but maybe it would slow Ashley down. Hadean didn't know what he was doing with the guitar- why wasn't he fighting? He didn't get it and it made him wary. Was this just a game to him!? "How about you stop fucking singing and fight!?" That comes off a bit more snarly than Hadean meant for it to be, but he was getting angry. He came here to beat a troll up and feel like he regained some dignity after his last fight. He didn't come to be toyed with! The dancing does not help either, and he isn't going to tolerate the space. In his mind, if Ashley wanted to be an annoying little pipsqueak, he'd hit him until he changed his tune. (Heh.) He goes for another swing, but a motion that he's done countless times before suddenly feels off. He doesn't understand why he's swinging inches away from where he had targeted, why his aim was so batty. Was he in his thinkpan? How? ...Was it the music? He didn't know if that was a thing. He pulled back a distance just to watch him, weighing his options and trying to see Ashley's next move.(edited)

Fawnprince-05/17/2017

If he could, he would start laughing outloud non-stop. Really! Look at this, that miss, that request? Even that smidgen of confusion he's got going this is everything Ashley was hoping to get out of this. Hadean needed to learn a little respect for this 'paper pusher'. He was moving UP in the business world, but not even that! He wanted to show Hadean what he actually had a passion for. A little rock n roll~ Apparently he hadn't dropped enough hints back when they were planning this whole tiff out. Unfortunate! Ashley wanted to actually give him a little fair warning but by looks of it....well... " Hadssyyy HADSY Of course I'm fighting~! Hadean babe, everyone fights some how..Inside...outside~! Themselves--" Ashley really didn't like the distance between them anymore, seeing as Hadean had backed off too. He made sure to start moving closer, almost tempted to get so close as to try dancing with Hadean even. Would that be too cheeky...who knows! Whatever he's going to try leaning back and continuing to serenade the maroon. " Don't you like this little song I wrote for you oh Hadean~?"May 18, 2017

rebatrolls-05/18/2017

Hadean decides it has to be the music. He's too smug about his little jeers, they mean something. Like the worst subliminal thinkpanwashing in advertisements ever. His blood is boiling at that look on Ashley's face, how proud of himself he seems to be. But if it's music, just blocking it out should work ust fine. Summoning up his psi was harder than it should be, it felt like his thinkpan was moving through sludge. But if Hadean was anything, it was stubborn. It took him longer than he would have liked to form two maroon shells around his ears, psi solidified to block those vemon-laced sound waves. Thank god for the amount of maroon he was already wearing, he didn't have to worry about Ashley crying that he clashed. Being blocked off from sound wasn't exactly something Hadean did often, but he was willing to do what it took to win. And if his next swing with his staff was a little more vicious than the first few, well. Ashley deserved it for being smarmy.

Fawnprince-05/18/2017

" OHH~ GAH!?" Before he could break into further singing the colliding staff stop him. Breaking the voodoos flow and forcing him to stumble off to the side. Ashley takes those few precious moments of balance regaining to be confused. He didn't TELL Hadean to hit him. Why would anyone allow themself to get hit in a fight?? He's not THAT desperate yet. God that'll leave at least some bruising what the fuck dude. Once rebalanced he spins on his heel a bit to glower at the psiionics user. Earmuffs? Really?? Rude! Rude as ever. Knowing it was useless anyway Ashley still decided to yell out his frustrations. " I go to the trouble of serenading you with a song babe and this is what I get?! Winter wear?!" Well. Whatever. Maybe he's just not loud enough. Ashley had doubts about hadeans psi as he did most lower hues. He'd never tested that theory until now really but ehhhhh it's fine. Right? With increased gusto and mezzo forte he picks right back up on singing. Hands playing rapidly, not ready to give up.

" Dear Hadsy~ won't you take those off and play nicely~? "(edited)

rebatrolls-05/18/2017

Hadean got way too much satisfaction at that nice solid contact. He almost wishes he could hear the moment his singing turned in to pain, but the sight of him fumbling would have to do. He grins back at that glower, letting his enjoyment at hurting him show bright and clear. Hadean didn't mind letting him know he was enjoying his pain! Maybe it'd even unnerve the shouting little prick. Hadean let him go back to singing, deciding to go sly about this. He thought he was too good to fail, Hadean was happy to use it against him. He had no idea what he was singing, but he hoped it was something to get him to stop swinging. He let his staff droop slowly, let himself play possum as he let the staff fade so he could take some slow steps towards Ashley. He let himself wobble a bit, head tilting as he tried to gauge how well Ashley was taking the bait. He just wanted to get close enough to give him one good smack. In the nose, preferably, but... The throat would work to quiet him up, wouldn't it?

Fawnprince-05/18/2017

Watching Hadean closely Ashley kept up his playing. Growing more and more excited as he got pretty into his song. Leaning towards the maroon blood as he bellowed out each lyric. Watching. Waiting. Observing to see if he'd follow proper prompts. Eyes ever so slightly tinting with a ruddy hue when prompt after prompt is unfulfilled. So, whats a troll to do when his audience is ignoring him? The obvious of course, he rears back for a moment and headbutts him with full force. Yeah sure it'd stun Ashley a bit with recoil but hey it wasn't his hands or voice so that's what mattered to him. Him and his poor half baked plan of action. " Listen up Hadean! I'm not at the climax yet it's rude to skip out like that sweet heart ! Playing me for a fiddle. Real mean honey" he didn't sing out that portion. Wasn't even sure if Hadean could hear it but ahhhh his ego.

rebatrolls-05/18/2017

Hadean wasn't prepared for a headbutt. Who went ramming their skull in to people? He was busy watching his limbs and considering maybe Ashley using his horns, not... That. It sure as fuck hurts! But at least he doesn't get him in the face, Hadean wouldn't have appreciated being the one with the broken nose. He snarled out a curse though, taking a few steps back just to try and get some distance. Try and assess the damage and be thankful he had a nice solid skull on him. But he sure was getting sick of Ashley treating this like some sort of damn game. His next snarl has a lot more edge to it, lips curling back to show off his teeth. Hadean had been trying to play nice, but that was over. He was going to make Ashley take this seriously. He flexed his fingers as he drew up his psi, staff reforming before it expanded in to a razor-edged battleaxe. It was about as close to a default slashing weapon as he got, and he hoped as he swung it that Ashley would wise up and stop his damn singing.

Fawnprince-05/18/2017

Oop. Ah well guess he still can't hear, unfortunate Ashley was hoping this could've been resolved without gashes that threatened his wardrobe. He weighs his options here on what to do. Goal number one would be to get him able to hear again, and goal two is to keep his own wardrobe safe. The sweater was real cashmere he can't ruin it! Taking a deep breath Ashley rests his arms on his guitar and looks around the alley way for a moment before quickly kicking over a trash can and getting it rolling towards Hadean. Honestly not the most graceful or whatever thing to do in this situation but. Well. Hadean didn't need to know he didn't exactly HAVE a strife to summon up. It's not every night someone is actually able to cover their ears effectively on the spot. Also just to mock Hadean he stops singing but whistles a bit instead.

rebatrolls-05/18/2017

Hadean wasn't pleased when Ashley decides to kick a trashcan at him- was he still trying to play!? Hadeanw as getting himself awfully riled up on the idea of not being taken seriously, he was damn sick and tired of it. And sick and tired of that guitar too. He has to dodge the trashcan, frowning at the distraction and trying to redy himself for a follow-up attack from the yuppie purpleblood as a plan formed. If he wasn't going to put the damn guitar down, he'd ruin it. With that idea in his head, the next swing of his axe was aimed solely at that stringed instrument of douchbaginess.

Fawnprince-05/18/2017

Despite every part of his mind saying move FASTER, he just doesn't. He moves as fast as he physically can but it's just not enough. Swiveling would've been faster to move his percious instrument out of the line of fire but why would anyone willingly turn their back to an axe? He really does enjoy having an intact spine, it's pretty great! The sound that errupts from the splintering instrument is top tier, stock sound. Twanging of strings and smashing of wood. It's not a cheap guitar, no but really even ironwood would struggle to take a direct axe hit surely. The momentary silence from Ashley that follows is pretty horrowing however as well. " Ah.....AH....." He stutters to find words, looking at the masacared, what he considers, CHILD OF HIS. Then comes the horrible scream as he pulls his strap up and off his head to let the wood fall down with a few clangs and clunks.(edited)

Vii-05/18/2017

This entire "fight" was a farce, and it's enough Prisma has to refrain from dragging his hands down his face in embarrassment. Even with the attempted psionics - voodoos, for indigos? - it was... humiliating. And blood boiling, once it began escalating. Certainly he didn't want Hadean in any sort of fight, but to be in a fight where the other wasn't even willing or able to use a weapon? There's a low hiss that escapes between his teeth, prompting him to take a step away from Sipara and Laledy. Hadean was turning this into a real show, and he didn't want to be there to pull him off this Indigo pissbaby when they finally cracked over their guitar-- It's just before the scream that he whirls on heel, striding back to the entrance of the alley. At first. For air, but there was something... there. With the crack downs, it was probably police but --? Why would they be surveying Himmel? it seemed quiet enough. He should go back to the fight but Sipara could surely handle... Hadean would be fine as long as he could -- and there it was again. A hot flash down his spine, Something was watching them, and he abandons the alley entirely to find it. Surely the police didn't come back for Sipara and Laledy? Or did their hounds detect Hadean?

Fawnprince-05/18/2017

Ashley looks back up at Hadean, essentially tunnel visioned at this point. There's no strife to summon, and he can't use his voice. But if Hadean wanted to REALLY fight, like REALLY REALLY fine then. He'd play along. He'd more than play along even, he'd win. So he does what any sensible troll would do when faced with a troll with powerful psiionics and there's no weapon in your own hands. Tackle them!!!

rebatrolls-05/18/2017

Hadean can't hear that scream, but he knows that look plenty. He finally hit a nerve. The guitar was gone and Ashley had discarded the corpse, finally focusing on him with a look other than amusement or disdain. That was what he was here for! Anger! Passion! The lust to shed some fucking blood. He didn't even notice Prisma's disappearance, not when he had a whole bunch of scrawny purpleblood tackling him. He goes down but it's fine, that's what his armor is for. He just had to hope it actually held up under purple strength. Instead of focusing on keeping his ass safe like a normal damn troll, he decided to abandon the axe for a pair of psi brass knuckles to swing at that stupid face that was suddenly too close, holy shit.

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He was quick to dig his well manicured nails into Hadeans shoulders. Hissing and barring teeth before taking a hit to the cheek. Hands refusing to Let go of the new death grip he had on Hadean but the force was plenty enough to break his glare. If he was a more fanged troll there'd be severe issues with biting himself, being unblessed in that department seems to have saved Ashley hide this time. Minus ten for intimidation points though. He couldn't keep his thoughts straight on how to attack next and ended up settling for trying to ram Hadean down against the ground. Mind fogged on how to steady his strength, what amount to use or even what could be considered appropriate for this situation. A part of him didn't care! Why should he! This...LOWER BLOOD destroyed  his most prized possession!

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Damn claws did not feel that great in Hadean's shoulders and neither the strength in those deceptively scrawny hands. Damn purpleblood, he took a hit to the face like a champ and just kept going as angry as ever. But then that was what highblood rage did, wasn't it? He would have gone for another swing, but the feeling of being lifted and slammed back down was one hell of a distraction. The crack of his skull against the ground was a disturbingly familiar one, brought back the ghosts of the beatdown that had driven him in to this fight. Was this going to be a trend for him now? The very thought had him boiling even through the daze of impact. He hissed, reaching up to claw back at Ashley and to try and prevent another slam like that.  He hoped he had a bit more experience in grappling as he tried to flip them in to a roll. He wasn't sure how much better an angry purpleblood was under him than over him, but he was willing to take a try.

Fawnprince-05/18/2017

There's a second attempt at smashing his opponent into the concrete but before he can force more contact he had to turn his attention to the suddenly flipping world. He let out more hisses, knuckles threatening to whiten as his grip tightened on the maroon. He didn't know WHAT was keeping him from digging in harder but the resistance he felt only served to fuel his rage. " GOD Hadsy you really need to get rid of all this dead skin. " Ashley taunted, squirming underneath the maroon to try getting his feet underneath. Hadean needed to buy him dinner before this sort of thing would be allowed! Yeesh!

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Ashley was strong, but thankfully he was light. Hadean grinned when he came out on top, digging his claws in past that sweater in search of skin. Ashley was spluttering but Hadean wasn't letting his earplugs go away- who knew if his words had the same effect as his music? Ashley was squirming but Hadeant hought it was only kind to give him a taste of his own medicine, jerking him up to slam against the ground. Not with as much strength, but he just wanted the satisfaction. "How about you give up before I bloody your fucking face!?" That was probably a bit louder than he meant for it to be, but. Hopefully that just made it intimidating!

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The knock to the back of the head wasn't lethal but not being prepared for it along with the prodding of fingers into his shoudlers left Ashley momentarily shocked. Acting on reaction more than anything as he swung a punch at Hadean before finally getting his feet under neath the guy to kick him off with force, probably scuffing up that pretty suit but oops! Weirdly enough in the back of Ashley's mind he wishes he'd helped Hadean take the jacket portion off at least and set it aside with his own but that odd piece of thought gets reclouded over immediatley. Remembering his lost loved one laying shattered only a few feet away. " Oh shut UP!" He yells back, again, useless but he's too prideful to not respond.

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The satisfaction didn't lost too long, unfortunately- but a purpleblood punching a guy in the face could shatter a lot. Just... Hopefully not Hadean's jaw. He was still reeling when the kick sent him soaring, but at least between his suit and his armor the alleyway floor didn't tear up anything important. Just maybe some of his remaining pride. He forced himself to sit up, working his jaw just to make sure everything was still in its place. He thought a molar might be lose, but... That was okay. He'd either heal it or replace it. His mouth was full of the taste of blood again so he spit it to the side, forcing himself back to his feet. The garbage can that had been tossed at him was still nearby, so he decided to give it a kick towards Ashley. Nothing like rotting garbage to get a primma donna back on their feet, after all.

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With the weight finally off him Ashley took in the damage to his sweater. It wasn't in SHREDS of course but to him even the amount of damage Hadean did was enough for him to peel it off and discard of the damned thing. It was getting too heated for it anyway, he tried to rationalize withhimself. The sound of rolling tin however caught his attention again, looking at the source and hopping up to avoid it. Gross?? Also it was rude to copy. Ashley glared over at Hadean, breaking out into a smirk then laughing a bit at the bloodied mouth he'd ended up giving them. " OH sweetheart oh no~ I'm SOOOO sorry honey. Let me fix it." Ashley taunts again, giggling in between words. He hadn't gotten to do an actual fight in so long it was actually almost fun! Just like normal trolls say it is. Ah conformity~ A few steps were taken towards Hadean, standing back up straight and fists clenched.(edited)

rebatrolls-05/18/2017

It was damn fun to make him scramble away from the trash can, Hadean was grinning at the sight bloody mouth and all. But that's what he got for getting busy with sweater removal! He should have been more like Hadean, he had tested extensively to make sure he wasn't going to overheat in his outfit. Just another sign that for all his strength, Ashley didn't think things though. Not that Hadean could talk too much on that subject... He context of his words is lost on Hadean, but he could recognize giggling when he saw it. Why the fuck was he still giggling?  That gangly mess was coming back for more, so Hadean decided to meet him. A little application of his psionics was enough to lengthen his claws in to something longer, six inch razor sharp points that he had no qualms about using, feinting a hit at his face before sweeping low instead, across his stomach. He wanted them both to bleed.

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The giggling didn't stop, in fact it evolved into full on cackling. Hollow, adrenaline fueled, laughing. Almost melodic in a sense maybe if he had actually intended for it to be but otherwise it was unsettling to say the least if Hadean could actually hear. At least they had a lovely audience to hear it! He took the farce swipe at face value and  stepped back in an attempt to avoid it. It wasn't nearly enough to step away from the lower swipe however, feeling the slice of psi claws dig into and cut a gash into his torso. No his organs weren't going to spill out like an old roman honorable death but well, one his shirt was ruined and two, there was indigo blossoming up and dripping out now. Ashley looked down to assess the damage momentarily pausing in his cackling to gasp at the slice. His skin was unmarked besides THIS new set of additions. It only fueled the hate in him further to realize the intense after care he'd have to deal with to keep it from scarring. Off reflex he puts a hand over the cuts. Pointless, it didn't need pressure, and it only made a mess of his hand but it was weirdly a comforting action. LIkely since he didn't have to look at it now. Ashley was quick to hook a foot behind Hadean's ankle and yank as hard as he could. Those claws weren't a joke and he wasn't about to let them get any closer.

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That bright purple was what Hadean wanted to see! Punching him had been satisfying but there was just something so enjoyable about making a jerk bleed. Of course, he hadn't been only aiming for the graze of claws, but... Hey, this was a no-cull fight. He had to keep his temper in check, he didn't need to cull anyone tied to the legislacerators. Those stupid overpriced shoes sure did do a good job of tripping a guy up. Hadean snarled as he went back down, holding those claws in front of him in case Ashley went pressing the attack. He wanted more damage on the purple bastard! But then, he was sure Ashley was thinking the same about him. He kicked out at an ankle, hoping he might get lucky. It wasn't as bad being on the ground if he wasn't the only one, after all. Maybe a little grappling, a knife to the throat might be enough for him to tap out. Then Hadean could win.

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Unfortunate for Hadean the Indigo wasn't as predictable as he tended to give off. Or well he could be if he was in a better state of mind vs what's going on right now. Pure blind unbridled rage with terrible cackling as a cherry on top. He's quick to grab the ankle of the foot launched at him. Claws again digging in as he gripped tightly. Mouth filling with words to taunt the non-hearing opponent but exploding as more laughter. Indigo jeans or just him losing it? It was anyone's bet. Another set of claws follow the first set right into hadean's leg. Followed by a swift tug. Ashley wasn't exactly one with enough raw strength to just chuck someone straight up but he had enough strenght to muster up to at least swing Hadean to the side and toss at one of the alley walls. He needed to tire him out. Immediatley. Get those STUPID headphones...earmuffs...WHATEVER off him.(edited)

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Kicking him wasn't a good idea, Ashley was quicker than Hadean would have given him credit for. And more willing to let go of his new wounds, of course. He tried to yank his leg back but that grip was tight, claws digging deep to splinter through his armor and cleave through flesh. Of course, that wasn't the worst of it, no. Hadean got to have a very short flying lesson. There was no avoiding impact, all he had the thought to do was curl his head and shoulders in so he didn't think his thinkpan splatters all over the bricks. He landed hard, and- ohh boy. He could feel how shattered the armor was on his back, how much of the impact still went through. A quick wiggle of fingers and toes was promising for spinal cord damage at least, but he knew he'd be one hell of an aching mess as the bruising came. Right now it was dull, thinkpan pumping chemicals to keep him able to fight. Getting up was one hell of a struggle, but Hadean wasn't letting himself stay down.

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There was a momentary set of claps from Ashley as he watched Hadean rise again. " Nice sweetheart! I'm so proud of you honey!" But, he wasn't ready to be the one to call timeout. He was huffing and puffing a little from the effort of that throw. Grossly enough the strain of what muscles needed to do such action caused more bleeding out of his wounds. Staining into his pants. When the adrenaline of this all runs out he'll need to nurse all that, launder immediatley, and be sure to maybe look into sewing it up...Dermal or deeper was going to be an issue a band-aid couldn't simply repair. Again he wasn't done though! Ashley charged at the maroon, feinting a punch before setting a hand against the wall.  Other fist actually making contact, he'd read something or whatever about some sort of solar plexus. Okay he didn't read he skimmed, and no he didn't know where it was but??? Eh details, details. " Wish you could hear me Hadsy, honey haha~"

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What a fucking dick. He was clapping after sending Hadean in to a wall! The rage helped against the pain a little bit, enough for him to muster a glare. At least the sight of all that indigo was nice. Shame he hadn't gotten a little deeper, it would take him too long to start getting weak from blood loss this way. And ohh fuck, he was charging. Hadean pressed back against the wall, but he didn't flinch at the feint- the hit to the stomach still landed though, and though his armor was still mostly solid there it still hurt, helped choke the breath out of him. This was too familiar- getting pinned in and whaled on. Hadean probably should have learned from the first time, but his blood was up. There was blood in his mouth, cool indigo on him, and- fuck it. He snarled as he reached for that damnably maroon tie, using it to haul him in as he lunged forward. Maybe if he had remembered the audience he wouldn't have gone for biting Ashley's mouth, but. That was for Future Hadean to deal with.

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Wh- Ashley's brain scrambled to process what the actual fuck Hadean was doing, wading itself through the rage addled mind to try garnering a hold on real thought finally. Processing power going into trying to figure out why his mouth stung. HIS MOUTH and why was Hadean so close to his face? That sobered him up pretty fast actually, gut reaction telling him to bite back or at least attempt to and to press forward. Pulling back would lose him a lip more than likely. Hand that was formerly aiming for the maybe solar plexus fisting into Hadean's outfit in case he tried to make a break for it. Hand against the wall migrated to one of Hadean's earmufflers, clawing at it now that he was close enough to finally do so. He'd be damned if Hadean remained deaf for the entirety of their first interaction. That aside.... Whatever this was turning into Ashley was a part of it now so there was that he guessed. There was a lot of charged and mixed feelings over this.

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Hadean wasn't nice about sinking his teeth in- most trolls didn't like the idea of getting a chunk of lip taken out, he had Ashley about as close to pinned as he was gonna get in this situation. And hey, he wasn't hitting him. That was the problem with letting trolls close to soft fleshy bits. He did notice he had both hands busy, but that worked just fine with Hadean. He let go of his tie, smoothing his hand up. It took a little more effort than it usually would to form a knife, but he didn't hesitate about pressing it against Ashley's neck as one muffler finally gave up the ghost, crumbling under Ashley's insistence. He let go of his lip to give him a wide indigo-stained grin, ignoring that cool blood slipping down his chin. "Give in, or I'll give you a niice cut. Won't be so pretty then." It was a fucking dirty trick. But Hadean was alright with that.

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Ashley kept clawing until he felt his nails hit against flesh and hair, taking in a fistful even when he was being threatened. Jaw a little slack , partlydue from not exactly enjoying the taste of bloodin his mouth his own or otherwise. He weighed his options here. Trust that Hadean is calling a bluff and will keep this no-culling? Or get sliced and ...yeah get sliced and that's that...OR...... Thirdly. The hand fisted in Hadean's clothes, sturdy and well made he mentally adds, lets go delicatley touching at his own neck and searching to put it over hadean's. Locking eyes with the warmer troll. Gripping a bit, hinting for the knife to be lowered. " And lose a new toy? Hadsy, honey you think so lowly of me to think I'm dispensible...." There was a temptation to give a sing songy lilt to his own words but....he resisted and spoke like a normal troll. No funny business. " Just when this was getting interesting babe." mistakenly Ashley' bit at his lower lip trying to be all ~sensual~ or some bullshit but yep he is. Definitley cut up there, and hisses from the accident.

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Hadean digs the knife in a bit when he feels that cold hand on his flesh, even against the squeeze that followed it until there was a glint of indigo. Stop no-cull rule. Things were easier when he could just drain a troll dry. Ashley had so much life in him too... He'd make a damn good meal. "I don't have to open you up all the way, Ashy. You're purple, if I was careful it'd be easy enough to just carve you a little. Of course, if you keep it up, I could always get a little excited and slip..." Calling his bluff only worked when Hadean had something to lose from it. And he wanted to win, damnit. "It can still be interesting. All you have to do is admit that I could have slit you open and had myself the grossest fucking indigo shower there ever was. Say I win. And maybe I'll give you some more of my time in a way that's not trying to gouge your neck open, hm?"May 19, 2017

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There's a soft gasp from Ashley at the stinging feeling of flesh being cut into. Using any usual jive or excitement in his voice would likely cause it to get worse so he ended up speaking lower, mumbling almost. Voice a lower rumble than usual so only Hadean would be able to hear. Hand ever so carefully trying to pull the knife away. " You're excited by me, honey? That's so sweet.... I'll gladly spend the rest of the night with you babe~" Carefully. Ever so carefully he lilted the last few words. Carefully humming a few bars of what could be a song after. Anything to get that knife away. ANYTHING.

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There was only so much he could resist against a highblood trying to move his hand back from his vulnerable neck- but what Hadean could do was just keep making his knife longer, keeping that point close to his skin no matter what. He was prepared for the singing, had tried to steel himself against the effect, that haziness. He just fed in to his pain and anger to try and overrule it, lips peeling back as he gave his angriest roar. It wasn't anything like the notes of a highblood rage, but there was still plenty of anger in it. He was tired with the messing around, sick of Ashley treating this like some big fucking game. "Say you surrender right now, or I'm slicing you open. If you sing, I'll make sure you can never make another fucking sound again."

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There was a little whisper of ' Losing doesn't taste good does it?' as Ashley took in a small inhale,  being sure to not guillotine himself. Sorry Hadean he just couldn't be gutted today. Hand gripping tighter on Hadean's with as much force as he could muster while pulling it away. Not a side motion but more towards Hadean himself and away from Ashley's own neck. No he wouldn't dare slice off Hadean's head but the more real he could make a threat himself the better. As a little coup de grace he decided to sing a little gentle Lullaby to Hadean. Demanding he surrender. Pressing ever so closer to the red hued troll. Forehead against Hadean's. " Sweetheart~ Let's stop this fighting ~ We know it's fruitless....."

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Damn purpleblooded strength. Try as he might, there wasn't much budging Ashley- the difference in strength was just too much. He was too limited by being unable to cull the bastard, the threat of what would happen if he did loomed too heavy. He was pinned with a knife against his throat, Ashley all up in his space. And then came the damn singing, catching in his ear and sinking claws in to his thinkpan. His arms stopped fighting against Ashley, the knife flickering out of existence as he gave up the energy. Was it fruitless to fight? Was his whole fucking life fruitless? Why the fuck did he keep losing?

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Ashley gave a last final squeeze dangerously skirting on using too much strength. With his rage calmed the pain of his gash was steadily catching up to him. A stronger, more battle hardened Indigo likely would've been able to keep going no sweat but it was Ashley. Not a true subjug of any variety. A sigh interuppted his song temporarily he tried to continue but hissed again at the feeling of an overly warm body against his icy cold wound not being the most comfortable feeling. He refused to let this all slip from him however, with how Hadean had treated him his ego demanded the last laugh here. The option of ramming his mouth against the others and biting as hard as Hadean had came to mind. So without thinking he did just that. Hand leaving the side of Hadean's head to claw at his suit, it'd be rude to claw at his head of course but Ashley was desperatley beginning to need a distraction from his clawed self.

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The feeling of surrender faded a bit when Ashley's song stopped, but Hadean didn't go swinging again, just blinking hard against the sudden vertigo. He didn't get too much time to dwell on the thinkpan whiplash though, not when there was coolness against his lips, followed by the hot splash of his blood and pain. And boy was that familiar too, history happily repeating itself. Right down to his damn clothing getting destroyed. He couldn't pull away, but this wasn't like with Emerel- he wasn't helpless, he didn't want to be helpless. So he swung at Ashley's middle with a hiss, hoping he didn't destroy his lip.

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The sudden strike sends him mentally realing, biting down harder than before, hand gripping harder than before and hand raking at Hadean for some kind of stable ...ANYTHING. Only his mouth lets go eventually letting out an awful groan of pain then huffing as he tried to regain breath. Losing to Hadean was becoming less ego damaging and more of a painful idea based solely off the possibility of not getting to do it again? Was that weird? Ashley hoped it wasn't weird he didn't fight often but it was just thrilling maybe too thrilling. Hm. Regardless, he tried to headbutt again. He was too tall to go for much but the semi-slouch that came from the hit to his weak spot had him aim for HAdean's nose. " Oh fuck o-off hadsy." He sputtered out.(edited)

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His lip feels like it's on fire when he bites harder- Hadean would be rocking the 'made out with a blender' look again for a while. But then he kept biting first so really, he's asking for it. At least he lets go before he bites it right off, and Hadean gets to enjoy that groan. It's something. It shows he's not just fruitlessly hitting himself against a brick wall, he'd take whatever he could take right now. He wasn't expecting another damn headbutt, and oww. His tried to turn his head in time but failed to do anything but avoid a break. He cursed when it immediately started to fill with blood again though, just adding to the mess of his face as he swung for Ashley's middle again. It worked before, after all. "You first." That came out a bit more slurred and stuffy than he meant for it to, but he got the point across.

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Another pained groan, more dragged out, more pained. There was going to be serious issues if he kept taking hits there. There was serious issues already but....more concerning issues. His meat did not need to be beat like this. His knees began to buckle at the pain, but he refused to go down alone, literally trying to drag Hadean down with him in any manner he could. A hand letting go of hadean's clothes and going for that hair of his. The other grabbing for a sleeve as he started to deadweight. He was a mess. Grappling like this, semi-bloodied, glasses likely askew at this point, hair maybe having acquired some blood from the headbutt. A disaster. But he didn't want to think of any of that right now. Just a way to get this to be done with.

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There was very little of Hadean's body that didn't hurt in some capacity now. He felt like someone had taken a meat tenderizer to every part of his back, his face was just a mess and mix of blood... But he wasn't giving in. Even with as little in the tank as he had, he wasn't just laying down and letting Ashley beat on him. Getting dragged to the ground, on the other hand... That was a different story. He wasn't very heavy usually, but Hadean was tired. Laying down might have felt good if he hadn't had to fall to get there. He hisses at Ashley, at the hand in his hair, but it's strained. The adrenaline is fading fast now as he tries to paw at the bloody mess that is Ashley's stomach. "Give up already..." Fuck. Did he have to be nice? "Fucker. Don't hit me again and I'll... Let this be a tie." Another damn tie. But wasn't that better than the risk of losing?

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Ashley makes sure to keep Hadean close. Huffing and puffing with each touch at his wound. Almost wheezing at times. It took more energy than he would've liked but he glowers at Hadean. " ....let it be a tie? You??....Babe..." He tugs at Hadean's hair harshly. Groaning again at his stomach simply burning. " Just submit honey. You roughed me up good, dollface."

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The hair yank gets a slight rumble, weakened by how sore he was. But he was trying to be nice and this fucker was throwing it in his face! "I'm not a fucking dollface. Bulgemunch... I caused more bleeding than you did... We keep talking and you'll eventually get weaker and weaker... Just. Accept a tie... Give you a fucking rematch when we're better..." He thought that made sense.

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" With that new....busted nose you got I think we're even...." Ashley nods tiredly. Fine. A tie. in his mind he feels he still did a better job but whatever. Stupidly enough he moves to bonk his forehead against Hadean's again. Not a head butt but a tap that he just leaves lingering. Augh Hadean looked disgusting. Their blood just did not mix into a nice color. No ones did really but Ashley made sure to note that this was a bad look. " Tie, Babe." Again, gross but Ashley gives a pity prize of a nip and a peck to Hadean.

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Hadean grumbles at the bonk, but allows it. It's the least he could do after all, since he finally got the asshole to bend a little. Maybe the next fight would end with him actually using his damn name instead of nicknames, but... Wriggler steps he supposes. This was just the step of letting him know that even a Maroonblood could wreck his shit. The nip and peck get him a dirty look, and he's quick to scoop up some of his blood in his hand before he reached over to pat Ashley's cheek. "Next time I'll be ready for you to be a cheating little fuck."

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There's a weak laugh from Ashley. in response. It's interuppted obviously by another groan of pain but once that's over he does enjoy the look he got from Hadean. Point one for him~ " You're the cheater asshole..."  A grimace at the bloody pat then he shifts slightly. More blood dribbling from his wound. Hands slowly letting go of Hadean as he pushes himself up to sit on his knees. " Let me clean up your messed up face honey. My place is nearby."

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"Fuck off, I didn't try fucking thinkpan jacking you. Slimey fucker." Hadean watches him move with a frown, more than happy to keep his carcass parked for a few moments longer. The pain was definitely starting to sing now as he finally sat up, spitting more blood to the side as he mulled over the offer. He knew he must look like a fucking mess. It was probably dangerous for him to be seen walking around like this on his own... Legislacerators were still out in force after all. And.... Crap. He didn't want to get his friends in trouble. Speaking of friends... He glanced over to them, giving Sipara and Laledy a wave. Where was Prisma? Did he get too upset by the fight and leave? "How close is close. Y'got medical shit?" At least walking down the street with a purpleblood would probably ward off most legislacerators. He hoped.

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At some point, she left off on the commentary. But the fight calmed almost as soon as it flared, and Sipara let out the breath she was holding when Hadean waved at her. He looked like a mess, sure, but he was fine enough. A little blood never hurt anyone! And they were talking, from the looks of it, which meant it wasn't not something she'd have to jump in on. Good. If she was going to play four squares with Hadean, then it wasn't going to be as third wheel to a blueblood. Eugh. "You two done shacking up in an alley?" she calls out, patient. "'cause, Hads, if you're not gonna cull 'em, I gotta step.Pri ran off to puke in a dumpster, and I kind of want to, like, make sure he didn't fall in."

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"Done for now, thanks Sips~" He thought it was maybe a little cheeky to blow a kiss to her, but he was in a mood. And a little buoyed by the tie, he'd be honest! It felt good to give as good as he got, even if it hadn't ended in a complete victory. Better than absolute ailure. "Tell Pris I'm sorry I scared him off, would you?" He thought that was a fair enough apology, even if he had the feeling Prisma would be feeling a little put off by him for a bit. He'd win him back over. He hauled himself to his aching feet, pausing before he offered a hand to Ashley. "C'mon, up." Man, he hoped his cool new outfit was fixable...

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Ashley looked around at the mess made while Hadean spoke to his in Ashley's opinion ,cronies , frowning at his smashed guitar. It was unrepairable in this state and he wasn't keen on bringing the corpse back home with him. Nice. Fuck Hadean. That sweater might be salvageable though. And his blazer avoided it all still nicely folded and tucked away where he left it. He looked at the hand offered him, it was in poor taste but he waved it off. Letting out a terrible his as he pushed himself onto his feet.  " Close as in a few blocks away, babe. I paid good money for it, nice view. Large. Don't worry about anything I got it. " Sobriety was damning as he realized he probably looked way worse than planned. Stepping around a bit to grab his sweater and blazer , tempted to put both on to help cover up his stomach wound. But blood was harder to get out than he would've liked. Even worse he could FEEL it congealing on his skin. UHG. Holding his things in his arms, glasses put back right and hair.....well he had attempted to make it look playfully tusseled instead of ruined, Ashley shoots Hadean a cheesy, bloodied smile. " coffee's at my place too. You made this more violent than I'd planned honey. "

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He tried to be nice and got rebuffed, how rude. He found it a little bit hard to be angry about it though- lifting Ashley would have hurt. "Gee whiz, aren't you mister important highlood with a big fancy apartment. Catch me if I start swooning at the fucking opulance." Well, maybe he'd have some food. Hadean was hungry after the ride over and the fight. He rolled his eyes as Ashley started fussing over himself, like it was possible to make it look like they were doing anything but fighting. Hadean knew he was a fucking trainwreck, but that was what a shower was for. Might make Prisma feel better to see him not covered in gore anyways. He shoots Ashley back his own bloody grin, straightening up even if it makes his aching back protest. "Sorry I didn't just let you make me dance around and hit myself, fuckwad. Told you you shouldn't underestimate me. Now lead the way." He'd have to steal that damn tie sometime at the apartment...