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kathyprior4200 · 2 months ago

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Helluva Boss: Mission: Weeaboo-boo (Short 3)

A manilla folder was placed on Blitzo’s desk again. It was near his Boss Bitch mug, open drawer of Moxxie and Millie figures and a manga of an anime character: a woman with long teal hair, wearing a white school-girl skirt and outfit, fox ears and a black pointed tail. She was in a chokehold from a tan demon with long black hair and horns leaning over her.

The folder showed a picture of I.M.P.’s new target, a lady with white skin, periwinkle hair with light blue highlights and purple tinges on the bottom. A black flower was in her hair, and she wore a black jacket with a pink collar and pink outline on the sleeves. She beamed in the photo and did a peace-sign with her hand, posing in front of a demonic convention sign.

“I.M.P. Target: Emberlynn Pinkle

Location: Boring suburbs in a boring town. Rockview, USA.

Description: Gothy 20 something

Info: She shipped Scrimbleson with Shawanathan instead of Blorbinzo 7 years ago, and it’s basically incest or something, not really but dis bitch seems really upset about it.”

In the human world, the night indigo sky was lit by stars and a large white crescent moon. Streetlights illuminated a sidewalk and revealed a suburban neighborhood.

Blitzo popped out from inside the bushes, talking on his cellphone to Millie. His phone cover read “RIDE ME” on it in big red letters.

“Aw, thanks Mils, but I don’t think I need backup to take down some suburban college girl.”

He grinned as he peered over at the girl’s house with lit-up windows.

“You enjoy that bullshit Cats musical with Mox, and stop trying to use me as an excuse to get out of it…”

He held the phone forward and glared. “Hey look, if I had to sit through that French hog shit, well so do you, okay? Bye Mils!”

The phone beeped as he ended the call and leaped out from the bushes.

Blitzo peered through a window and saw Emberlynn’s parents on the couch watching TV, studio laughter coming from the TV. The man was bald with glasses and the woman had long blond hair.

Blitzo chuckled and snaked up a nearby tree. He spotted her through the window. “Oh ho, ho, bingo.” He balanced on the creaking branch, inching closer. “B-Y-N-G-O.” He chuckled darkly before opening the window.

Emberlynn smiled with a pair of headphones on, sitting on a pink chair shaped like a cat. On the video, it showed a demon with sharp teeth talking to a blue-haired girl, “Our souls will be tethered for eternity.”

A grinning Blitzo entered the room and pulled out a sharp deadly red knife.

He did a quiet sing-song voice, “I love killing, shooting things, I’ll use a saw, I’ll use a fork, too! Da-dun, da da.” He stepped in circles then held the knife in his right hand as he inched toward Emberlynn. “I love killing things with any kind of weapon. Give me a knife and I’ll kill someone…” he pointed to her head.

He grinned evilly with sharp fangs, the knife schinked and gleamed… “…and today it’s gonna be a stupid bitch! Da, da…”

He raised his weapon, aiming for her back…

…but was suddenly knocked back by a golden holy force field emanating from a pendant around the girl’s neck. “Oof! Ow, what the FUCK?!”

The knife embedded itself into a demon plushie on her desk by her computer. Emberlynn turned around and screamed, falling off her chair. The video ended on her computer, showing her pink screen wallpaper with vampire fangs and eyes. She then stood up. “Oh!” “Oooh!” She looked lovestruck at Blitzo, hands on her cheeks.

The parents heard the commotion from upstairs. Emberlynn’s dad spoke in a southern drawl. “Ugh, she must be watching them ‘hen-tays’ again.”

Emberlynn’s mom cried, “Why won’t she leave?!”

“Oh my god! What…are you?” Emberlynn asked.

Blitzo stood up in the shadows, snarling. “I’m your worst fucking nightmare, bitch!”

He yelled and charged at her again, but the magical golden shield from the pendant knocked him backward onto the floor.

Blitzo grunted. “Fuck. How are you doing this? What is that?!”

Emberlynn’s pendant was a golden pentagram against light blue. White wings were on the sides of the pendant.

Emberlynn held the pendant in her hands. “It’s official merch from ‘Akuma no Otto’. It’s the pendant given to Setsuki in episode 569 that protects its wearer from…wait are you a demon?”

Emberlynn raised a shaking finger. “Like…a real demon?”

“Yeah, basically,” Blitzo answered. “Look, where did you even get something like…”

“A demon?” she interrupted. “Here to steal a little kitten like me? Forced to be part of your demonic harem, ‘blushes.’” She blushed as pink Japanese love bubbles appeared near her glowing face and pink cheeks.

“Huh? Why would you think I would do something like that?” Blitzo asked, then gasped as he looked around her room.

A body-pillow of Cthulhu wearing pink lacy underwear was against the wall. A female demon statue with a pitchfork was on a shelf along with various monster plushies. A banner read “MONSTE RLOVER PRIDE” on her wall. A poster of a human wrapped in a snake monster lifting weights with its tail read “HISS ME,” and another poster with a sexy blond woman underneath a dark orange dragon read “MELT ME.” “YEE-HAW COWGIRL” was shown on several posters of a centaur romping a nude girl from behind. A bull skull was on another dresser. One poster read “WERE-WOLF!” “BITE ME!” “CHUMP MY RUMP,” and a red-haired mermaid near tentacles had ”nussed me up” in purple. On a shelf was a statue of a giant red dragon holding the hands of a woman bride.

Her books had many titles, “I WANT YOU (BUT YOU MIGHT EAT ME!)” SCALES, A SLOW BURN.” “YOU’RE CLAWS FEEL SO GOOD!” “DEMON DICK? I’LL LICK!” “HE’S DEAD BUT WE CAN MAKE IT WORK.” “MY DRAGON DADDY.” “MY FIRST TIME WITH AN ELDRITCH HORROR.” “MORE SPIKES THE BETTER.” “I’M KNOT (A FURRY)” “MONSTER? I HARDLY KNOW HER.”

“Ohhh, you’re one of those.”

Emberlynn leaned in to Blitzo with a flirtatious look. “So, what’s your name?”

“Uhhh…Blitz.”

She spun around and leaned against the bookshelf. “What are you gonna do to me, Blitzy-kun?” An oar labeled “RAWR” was next to her and a knock-off Charlie Morningstar plushie was on her shelf.

“Uh. Apparently nothing while you’re wearing that.”

“I don’t feel like myself. Are…are you…putting some sort of…nasty spell over me?”

“What? No, I’m literally just standing here, lady.”

“If you say so, master,” she slid down to the floor. She was on her knees. “I mean…daddy.”

She crawled forward. “But when you look into my eyes, it’s like I have no control over my…” She slowly leaned in, almost kissing him…then she slapped him hard in the face.

“Aaaaahhhkaaay!” Blitzo cried out in pain.

“No! You demonic brute!” She lay down on a table in a pose. “I’m too pure of heart for you to corrupt!”

Blitzo face-palmed. “Oh, thank fucking Satan!”

Emberlynn looked up. “Satan? Is that your lord?” She leaned into Blitzo, hands together. “The one who plan to offer me to as a sexual sacrifice?”

Sweat dripped down Blitzo’s face.

Emberlynn gasped in glee and raced over to rapidly type her fanfiction on her computer…

“The mysterious demon snarled in defiance before Satan. Heat radiated off of him and his glowing eyes blazed with fury. As my demon lover took a stand against his Lord, I felt my love for him burn even hotter than the fiery depths of Hell.

“I won’t let you have her,” my demon hissed with a mutinous glare. “You took my wife from me, Satan. Never again!” Emberlynn Lightness Demoanya Pinkie is mine.”

Satan growled, baring his sharp fangs. My knees trembled at the staggering size of them. He was so close that I could feel his hot breath on my skin, which was exposed as a result of my sacrificial outfit. (Satan’s concubines are forced to wear lace bras, leather miniskirts, combat boots, eyeliner and a smoky eyeshadow look. Also black lipstick. Also I was wearing fishnets.)

“You dare defy me?” Satan roared, his hulking body towering above us. “Hand dover the sexual sacrifice so I may have my way with her.”

“No!” I cried, throwing my arms around my demon lover. “Please don’t let him ravish me over and over! My body belongs to you!”

“She’s mine to ravish over and over!” my demon lover yelled, holding me close.”

“But once you have me, you realize you could never go through with it, because I’m the only woman who could ever make you feel something after the loss of your wife!”

She beamed and her eyes bulged wide with pink hearts and yellow stars in them. Pink sparkles blinked around her face. Blitzo blinked in bewilderment in the background.

Emberlynn stood up, her hands folded in fists. “Your wife…who was the first one your Lord Satan took as a concubine.” She dramatically put her hands to her heart and blinked tears. She posed against her desk. “But now you’d rather have me!”

She put her hands to her chest and fell dramatically to the floor, crawling on her hands and knees, “And you’d rather fight him to the death than allow me to come to the same fate!”

She did a final pose on her knees with a hand over her head and her eyes closed.

“Ew,” Blitzo made a disgusted face, putting his hands forward, backing up. “Lady, look, I was sent here to kill you, alright? You were a bitch online one time, someone didn’t like it, they put a hit on you, I know it’s excessive, but I don’t make the rules, oh well.”

Emberlynn turned her head around. “You want to kill…meee?” She smiled, pointing to her face.

“Oh yeah, even more now,” Blitzo replied with a smirk.

“Of course!” she cried. “You want to take my mortal soul to Hell so that we can be together forever!” She leaned her head back and swayed her butt upward.

Blitzo put his fingers to his face. “Look, whatever gets you there. Can you just take off the necklace and hand over my knife?”

“Yes master!” she cried, hands folded together. Then she gasped, “No, I mustn’t.” Then she leaned in close to his face. “But I want you!” She moved her head back, arm out in front of her. “My soul…” Then she went on her knees, fingers and palms open. “But I’m destined for this!” She collapsed to the floor.

“Bitch, can we hurry this up?” Blitzo asked.

Emberlynn took the knife out from the demon plushie.

“OOOOHHH YEEESSS!” She moaned, using the knife to cut the string on the necklace. The pendant spun across the room and flew out the open window.

“Thanks.”

“Make it quick, my demon prince!” Emberlynn whispered, handing it to him. She leaned into his arms and lowered herself like a dancer, eyes closed.

Blitzo sighed, then stabbed her in the chest. Emberlynn gasped as red blood splattered.

Emberlynn moaned sexually.

Blitzo turned away. “Eugh. Can you please stop enjoying this so much? Fuck.”

“I will see you…on the other side…” she leaned up and whispered, “my…Blitzy-kun…”

A bell tolled as her head moved to the side. Blitzo held her dead body.

“Stab. Stab. Stab.” An unamused Blitzo stabbed her several more times. He then stood up, tapped the crystal on his wrist and disappeared through the pink diamond portal. Blood pooled underneath Emberlynn’s body.

Loona read a book by her desk. Blitzo held his fingers to his face as he talked on his cellphone back at I.M.P. headquarters. “Hey, yeah, it’s done. So you can go ahead and wire me that money now and I’ll go ahead and never think about this night ever again.” He waved his arm.

“I’M HERE, BLITZY-KUUUNNN!”

A familiar voice made Blitzo and Loona freeze with wide eyes.

Blitzo peered out the window behind the blinds.

There was Emberlynn Pinkle in her demon form. She had on the same clothing, except the cat faces on her high black socks had slanted eyes and evil grins. She wore a jacket with a pink paw print in the center where Blitzo had stabbed her. She had the plaid pink skirt, a pink tail with a light blue tip, long pink hair and animal ears. She had black horns on her head, light blue skin with pink freckles, small bat wings and three eyes with pink sclera and blue pupils. Emberlynn had monster features and the features from the woman character from her manga.

“I saw your billboard! I’m here for you, my love!” She went on her knees, hands to her heart. “I’ll be by your side forever! BLITZY KUNNNN!”

Blitzo nervously lowered his head from the window.

#helluvaboss

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lumenflowered · 9 months ago

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Hello. My name is Maria. I am a Faller hailing from Yharnam, a place that is comparatively far darker in a literal and figurative sense than this world. If you also hail from there, I would not mind commiserating. If you know of the name Yharnam from elsewhere, my condolences. If you are not familiar with it at all, I would not recommend requesting further information on it without being mentally prepared.

Out of a lack of anything better to do after Falling into the Johto region and a desire to do anything but think extensively upon my past, I embarked upon the local Gym Challenge. Since then, I have forged an alliance with a god considerably kinder than those I am familiar with, driven the cowards calling themselves Team Rocket out of that region, and defeated the previous Champion of the Indigo League.

While I am technically the new Indigo League Champion, I am not yet formally so due to the re-emergence of Team Rocket in the adjacent Kanto region. I will be putting an end to their schemes once and for all, for the machinations of Giovanni pale in comparison to the horrors I witnessed before Falling into this world.

My trainer card is attached above, for I've found that I look rather dashing in it even if the image refuses to embed itself properly, and my team is as follows:

Rakuyo (Meganium, X) Hunter (Furret, F) Molotov (Arcanine, M) Adeline (Gengar, F) Evelyn (Kingdra, F) Eileen (Honchkrow, F)

My Gengar, Adeline, rather enjoys borrowing my Pokégear to make posts for herself or to provide additional commentary on my own. As she is considerably better versed in the technology of this world than I am, I have no qualms with this, and she favors the color purple.

I suppose that Silver does still count as my rival, even if the rivalry was always rather one-sided. She is twelve years old and as such does not borrow my blog often, but when she has occasion to, she uses blue. She is currently undercover and has requested that I and others refer to her as a girl until she no longer has need to be. She is a girl now and you will refer to her as such.

On occasion, Ho-oh utilizes this platform and blog to communicate with me and with others. They do so in bolded orange text, and have since chosen an additional name that they use interchangeably with that of their species: Solaire.

The first person I met in this world was a ten-year-old boy named Ethan. He introduced me to his mother, Reina, a woman who I hold in great esteem and bear much affection for. Though I do not anticipate either of them having much reason to use my blog again, both did appear in conjunction once—Reina using pink, and her son using yellow.

(Unfortunately, the color yellow seems to have been removed since then, and Ade is uncertain as to how one might go about restoring it. On the off chance Ethan does ever have reason to come here again, I suppose I will ask him what he would prefer instead.)

Recently, there was an... incident... where my Pokégear was stolen from me via Pelipper Mail, and delivered to a woman in the same world as I. This woman referred to herself as simply "Dee", favoring green text to differentiate her posts from my own, and did eventually return my device... if not face to face.

For the most part, I can only speculate as to what the truth about Dee may be, but I know she has some association with the individual who stole my Pokégear in the first place (whose messages were all sent in bolded red text, oddly enough) and I have reason to suspect that they may be a Faller from Yharnam as well.

I do not know why, or how, I have come here. I suppose it ultimately matters little; the people of Johto have shown me great kindness, and I have no intention of allowing Team Rocket to continue their heinous acts any longer. I simply have to locate them, first...

(OOC info under cut!)

Still @ofstormsandfire, still way too invested in my silly little pokeblog where I thought it would be funny to throw a bloodborne boss (and perhaps some others...) into the world of pokemon. I already had three pokeblogs, but I realized I could do really cool things with a faller blog, and I'm so normal about Lady Maria of the Astral Clocktower, come closer.

Worth keeping in mind that Maria is an ex-Bloodborne boss (she lost her bossfight, that's how she got here) and so canon-typical themes for that will be unlikely to faze her as much as they would the average pokeblog or even the average faller. This includes, but isn't limited to: death, blood, cosmic horror, nightmares, probably some other things I'm forgetting. I do my best to tag for stuff but if you'd like me to tag for something else, just ask!

Some navigational tags for y'all (if I could figure out how to make them chronological, I would):

#firebird arc: I smashed together the Radio Tower plot and the Ho-oh plot, made the Kimono Girls more relevant, and also ramped up the stakes a little. Called that because Ho-oh is a firebird and also I'm 90% sure there's a kind of rocket called the Firebird. I like puns. I also put way too much effort into this and I regret nothing.

#from the ashes arc: I made Giovanni a significantly larger threat, threw a full on Rocket base into Tohjo Falls, and traumatized Silver a whole bunch. Please mind the tags on this one; someone dies here, though they don't stay that way for more than five minutes.

#kanto rocket arc: Remember what I said about Giovanni being a Threat? Team Rocket is actually up to more than a little petty crime in Kanto, and posts relating to that will be tagged with this.

#milf time and sonboy hours: The fairly brief takeover by Ethan and his mom (mostly his mom) on Valentine's Day. They might show up again sometime, you never know.

#passing stranger: Posts made by or in relation to someone known only to you, and to Maria, as "Dee" for the time being. While Dee's true identity is currently unknown, it seems that she knows Maria... even though Maria doesn't know her. (This tag will be reused; "Dee" will be returning, and you'll likely even know who she is by then!)

#rainbow wings: That time Ho-oh showed up on the blog specifically to tell Maria to take a break. Same tag is used whenever Ho-oh turns up now, which is not particularly often but does happen.

#what's with this sassy lost child?: The Silver takeover, as well as future posts by her. Has a Crobat. She's not sure how to feel about that one. Has also spent a nonzero amount of time attempting to steal Maria's drip via cosplay.

#ask game: Reblogs of ask games and responses to asks for said ask games. Fairly self-explanatory.

#hints to the future: Bits of prose foreshadowing things to come, because I got really into that one ask game with the gears. (I'm always open for that particular ask game, btw, no matter how long it's been since I last reblogged it. I can always think of something.)

#the vampire allegations: A couple of people made jokes about Maria being a vampire. Admittedly, she is from Cainhurst which is the closest Bloodborne gets to proper vampires, and I thought it would be really funny to have her be allergic to garlic for legitimately mundane reasons.

#pokeblogging intro #rotomblr #pokeblogging #pokeblog rp #pokemon irl #ooc: this still isn't the last intro post I'll have to make LMAO #ooc: but it'll be the last one for a while #ooc: at least until the truth comes out abt dee

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eva-knits12 · 1 year ago

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The Aftermath And A New Beginning

Trigger warning: child birth, swearing,life after narcissistic abuse, fluff

Summary: Three months after you narcissistically abusive ex is sentenced to life in prison, Joy Grace is born. Andy and you see it as another new beginning.

This is part two to the Narcissistic Ex.

It's been three months after your narcissistically abusive ex Al has been sentenced to prison. He was sentenced to life, and you finally felt free. Andy has been your rock, he's been your saving grace. You are the same for him. You were recovering from your injuries, and you were recovering mentally. You had never talked about your narcissistically abusive ex until you told Andy about what he had done to you, and the hell he put you through. Andy encouraged you to go see a therapist after what happened, and you were making excellent progress.

The baby was okay, she wasn't even injured. The hospital had put the NICU on alert as a just-in-case, but it turns out it wasn't needed. The hospital was only following protocol. Your ex Steve, was praying every day that you were okay. Andy refused to leave your side that night, and refused to leave your side the next day. Andy's boss told him that he had to take the week off, and told him to get some rest. Andy also saw a therapist, he wanted to talk about what happened that night, and he never talked about what happened to his ex-wife and to his son all those years ago.

Your therapist used to be the drummer for a hair metal band back in the '80's and she was also a knitter and crocheter like you. Like you, and like everyone else, she had moved on with her life, and spent the '90's and the early 2000's getting her Ph.D

Your 40 weeks pregnant, and are getting everything prepared for Joy Grace's birth. Andy had built the crib and the changing table. Your baby shower was an amazing affair held at a local Italian restaurant, and it was a nice afternoon. You got onesies, clothes, little shoes, bibs, pacifiers, bottles, nipples, diapers, and various other baby items, including dresses. You even made your baby girl a sweater and some booties. You wore a simple lavender maternity dress with a purple cardigan that you knitted last year. You also wore simple pearl studs with a simple single pearl necklace that had a small diamond above it on a gold chain, and simple pearl studs with a diamond stud in your second whole. You also wore your gold necklace with your initial that you wore everyday since you were in your teens. The pearl necklace sat above it. You had simple gold ballet flats on your feet.

You and Andy already had the infant seat in the car, you had your hospital bag packed, you had the nursery set up. The theme was a nice, simple spring theme, since Joy Grace would be born close to the spring. The nursery was painted, the furniture was chosen, the nursery's armchair and rocking chair were ordered and was already in the nursery. You and Andy also chose the spring theme to symbolize this new beginning.

Andy was putting up the curtains, and you were busy folding some onesies and placing them in the dresser. The furniture was white, and went perfectly with the nursery's theme. You even had a little bookshelf with several books, one of them being a book of nursery rhymes from when you were a baby, and the other one being a a book of Beatrix Potter stories from when you were a baby.

There were stuffed animals on the shelves, too. There was a few stuffed bunnies, a few stuffed lambs, a few stuffed ducks, and a stuffed bear. You had the knitted blanket in the hospital bag, and a crocheted blanket in the crib. You even had a matching sweater and matching booties in the hospital bag.

You were sitting in the armchair, with Andy kneeling in front of you. His face was on you bump, and he was even kissing your bump periodically.

"I love you, Joy Grace. I can't wait to meet you," says Andy.

You tear up at Andy, knowing that Andy means every word of this. Andy is just kneeling there, resting his head on your bump, and you are lovingly stroking his hair and his beard.

"I'll go fix us some lunch, baby. Just sit here for a while, I'll come and get you," says Andy.

You start to fall asleep in the chair, and Andy comes back and sees the sight. He helps get you up, and gets you back to the master bedroom, and helps get you on the bed, and covers you with a blanket so that you can nap while he fixes lunch. You were tired all the time.

After a while, you feel a contraction. You think nothing of it, as you have been having Braxton-Hicks contractions, so you woke up, and went to get a glass of water. Your doctor said that Braxton-Hicks contractions often happen randomly and sporadically, so when one came, drink a glass of water, and they'll calm down. You drink the glass of water, and go back to bed, and try to rest again.

Andy comes to get you, and he sees how uncomfortable you are. He notices that you are in pain this time.

"Andy, I had a contraction earlier. I thought it was a Braxton-Hicks contraction, so I drank a glass of water, hoping it would calm it down. I think this is it," you say.

"Baby, I know. I'll bring you you're lunch. Let's keep an eye on this," says Andy.

"Do you feel like it's trapped gas right now?", asks Andy.

"AH. I think it's just Joy Grace being active right now," you say. Joy Grace was usually active during the afternoon, so you think nothing of it.

"Okay, just yell if you need anything," says Andy. You grab your book, while you wait for Andy to finish lunch.

Andy brings you your lunch on a tray, it's a simple grilled cheese and turkey sandwich. Andy kisses you on the forehead. You take a bite, and then eat a chip. You try to take another bite, and feel a sharp pain.

"ANDY! ANDY! IT'S TIME!" you scream.

"Shit, honey, are you sure?" says a concerned Andy.

"Yes, this is it, I just had another contraction," you say, panting.

"I'll call the doctor," says Andy, who reaches for your phone, and immediately dials the doctor.

"Okay, the doctor says we just have to wait until your contractions are closer together and are at five minutes apart, or your water breaks," says Andy.

You finish your lunch, because you would need the energy. Andy went through this with Laurie, and he was in the delivery room when Laurie was delivering Jacob.

For the rest of the afternoon, the contractions are strong, but don't feel that bad. You can easily talk through them, and they feel more like a period cramp. Later on, around dinner, they start to become more frequent and are getting closer together.

Andy reaches for your phone, and calls the doctor.

"The doctor says to come in, since your contractions are getting closer and are more frequent, " says Andy.

"I've been timing them, and you're at seven minutes apart right now," says Andy.

"We should go now! AH!", you scream.

"Honey, don't worry. I have the hospital bag in the car already. It's all packed, "says Andy.

You stand up and Andy puts one arm around you. You feel something cold and wet between your legs, and you realize that your water broke.

"ANDY! AH! ANDY!" you scream.

"Oh, shit!" says Andy.

"My water broke," you say, between screaming and panting.

"Honey, just try to stay calm right now. I'm getting you to the hospital," says Andy, who is doing his best to stay calm.

Andy picks you up, and carries you to the car, bridal style. Andy rushes you to the hospital, and had actually called the police department and explained the situation. They help you guys get to the hospital in record time.

"Just breathe, honey," says Andy.

You are doing your best to use what you had learned in Lamaze class, with Andy being behind you the entire time. Andy even brought in the hospital bag, and he pulls out the pillow and a tennis ball.

Andy would go through the list that the nurse handed him months ago when you reached your third trimester every other day to make dure that he had everything. Andy wanted to be prepared and ready to go, and boy, were you glad he went through each item and went through the hospital bag every other day.

"I know, baby, this will all be over soon," Andy says, trying to soothe you.

"ANDREW STEPHEN BARBER, DON'T TOUCH ME. DON'T BABY ME! DON'T COME NEAR ME WITH YOUR DICK AGAIN! AHH! AHH! MAKE THIS STOP! I HATE YOU, ANDREW STEPHEN BARBER!", you scream as a contraction washes over you. You had managed to throw a glass of water at your husband, narrowilly missing his crotch.

You didn't mean this, it was the hormones and the contractions, and you were uncomfortable and you were in pain.

The doctor comes in to see how far your dilating, and your contractions are even closer together. Your contractions are now at two and a half minutes apart, and your now at ten centimeters.

"Okay, Andy get some scrubs on. Then get behind her. It's time for me to deliver Joy Grace," says the doctor.

Andy puts on the scrubs, and he changed into them quickly. Andy gets behind you, and kisses the top of your head. The doctor is in front of you, and your feet are in the stir ups.

"Okay, on this next contraction, don't breathe through it, push through it," said the doctor.

Your next contraction comes, and you push. You rest for a bit, before the next one comes, and you push again. You keep repeating this process for the next hour and a half. Eventually, Joy Grace is born.

You're drenched in sweat, and Andy is looking at this pink human being who is perfect. You look at Joy, and when the doctor places you on your chest with the umbilical cord attached, you feel your heart filling with even more love. Joy Grace is perfect. The doctor clamps the cord, and Andy cuts the cord. You both just can't keep your eyes off your beautiful daughter.

You daughter is taken and tested, and she is perfectly healthy and perfectly strong. She came out unscathed from that night, and you are forever grateful. God, or whatever higher power you believed in, was with you that night, and Joy Grace was okay. She was a strong one.

Joy is cleaned up, and is screaming, indicating that her lungs are healthy. You calm her down, and you say soothing things to your daughter.

"Hi, Joy. Happy birthday, Joy. I love you, Joy", you say, with tears in your eyes. Andy wipes them, and he immediately can't take his eyes off of Joy. You give Joy to Andy, and he immediately finds his heart filling with love all over again again.

"Hi, Joy. I'm your daddy. Daddy loves you very much. I love you just as much as I love your mom, beautiful baby girl," says Andy, who has also placed his finger in her tiny palm. Joy grabs on, and doesn't let go.

Andy kisses you lovingly, and he is also grateful that Joy Grace is one hundred percent okay, and is perfectly healthy and strong.

"Honey, I love you so much," says Andy, who breaks the kiss and kisses you again.

"I love you, too, Andy," you respond, kissing him again.

A few days later, you and Andy are ready to bring Joy Grace home. Joy Grace was perfectly healthy, strong, and she brought you and Andy even closer together. You and Andy had a healthy, loving relationship already, but Joy Grace brought even more love to the Barber household.

Andy helps you inside, and brings Joy Grace back in the house. Andy places Joy Grace on the floor in her car seat, and Joy is peacefully sleeping You pick up Joy Grace, and put her in her nursery. You place her in her crib.

Andy goes to the bedroom, and showers. You yawn, and fall asleep on the bed, and you had planned on showering with your husband. Andy sees you on the bed, kisses you on the forehead, and puts the covers over you. Andy lies next to you on the bed, and starts to read his book.

After a while, Joy cries and you wake up. She's hungry, so you pick her up, and go over to the arm chair. You life up your shirt, pull down your bra, and release a breast, You hold Joy to your breast, and she latches on. You burp her after a while, and then you repeat with the other breast.

Andy sees this, and he smiles at the wholesome site. After, you start to sing softly to Joy Grace, and you sing her Perfect by Ed Sheeran, in an effort to get her back to sleep.

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You yawn, and Andy helps you back to bed.

"Get some rest, honey," said Andy, who falls asleep next to you after a while.

"It still feels like yesterday I found out I was pregnant," you say.

"I know. I'm just glad we have that night and your narcissistically abusive ex finally behind us," says Andy, who is looking at you with love and awe.

"You are so strong for going what you went through, and you are so strong for giving birth to our beautiful and healthy daughter. It's a miracle she came out okay," says Andy.

"I think God was looking out for us, Andy", you say, and fall asleep.

A few hours later, you hear your stomach growl. Andy's stomach growls, too. He goes into the kitchen, and sees what's in the fridge. He forgot about grocery shopping, and wanted to make you a pizza from scratch. He orders a pizza from your favorite Italian place, along with some tiramisu for dessert.

You hear Joy cry again, and she wrinkles her nose and knits her brow. She does it again, and you realize that she needs her diaper changed. You pull out the diaper and the wipes, and Andy sees you.

"Honey, I got this. I'll change her. You just sit and get some rest, and wait for dinner, okay?", says Andy, and kisses your cheek. Andy finishes changing Joy's diaper. You try to tell Andy how to change it, but you're learning from him. Andy has been through this before, so he knows what he's doing.

Dinner arrives, and Andy pays for it, and you pay for the tip. That's the least you can do, because Andy won't let you lift a finger.

A few weeks later, the weather is still cold, but it feels warm. Spring has arrived, and you perfect bundle has made everything feel perfect. Andy and you are enjoying the warm weather, with Joy in her infant seat. You have her covered with your hand knit blanket, and she is dressed in a pink and white sleeper that has flowers on it. She also has the baby sweater that you knitted her on so she could be warm. Andy is at the grill, making some grilled chicken and he's made some pasta with sundried tomatoes for dinner, and you have s'mores for dessert.

"Are you enjoying dinner, baby?', asks Andy.

"It's lovely, Andy," you say between bites.

"I love you so much, and I love Joy so much. I never thought I would find happiness and love again, but you changed all that", says Andy.

"I love you, too Andy. I love you so much. You have given me gifts that are priceless, and you helped put my abusive ex in prison, where he belongs. I love that I can have an adult conversation with you. I love that you are the father of our child. I love that you help me feel safe, and you make me feel safe, whole, found, and loved. I love you so much," you respond.

Everything feels perfect.

#andy barber #fluff #youtube #babies #childbirth #life after narcissistic abuse #Youtube

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evermorehqs · 2 years ago

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CATCHING MY BREATH, STARING OUT AN OPEN WINDOW

Veronica ‘Dusk’ Santos is based on Dusk from Scooby-Doo. She is a 30 year old human, Hex Girls drummer & bartender, and uses she/her pronouns. She has no powers. Dusk is portrayed by Kiana Madeira and she is taken.

CATCHING MY DEATH, AND I COULDN’T BE SURE

Have you ever felt so overwhelmed with emotions swirling under your skin that the only way to get them out was to hit something? Veronica has and maybe that was why she was drawn to the drums at such a young age. Just like the dusk, her emotions came in violent shades of orange, pink and purple before fading into an indigo to create a view people still stopped to take a picture of after seeing a sunset every day of their lives. But for Dusk, it was music that she created. Her father wasn’t entirely thrilled that his daughters hobby of choice was banging on a drum set but it kept her out of trouble and her short-temper in check - for the most part. Dusk had always been a firecracker, her fuse shortened when her mother walked out on them, rage a constant condiment to her every day life. It was a coincidence when she found the flyers for a brand new band in town, an eco-goth group of girls who needed a drummer and the rest, as they say was history. Dusk didn’t always agree with her bandmates on things and she’d never been shy about voicing her opinion but, considering the hurt she’d experienced when her mom left, she’d always been the type to leave instead of risking being left. There had been a couple of times when she’d thought about leaving the band but at the end of the day these girls were everything to her and she couldn’t give that up. Dusk knew she could be a lot to handle for most people but Thorn and Luna knew that and loved her for it anyway. Getting stuck in Evermore wasn’t exactly a walk in the park and Dusk wanted nothing more than to go off the handle when they realized they couldn’t leave. It was a hard transition for her but eventually she accepted their fate (for now) and has settled in as well as she can, taking out a lot of her frustration on her drum set and on idiotic customers at the bar.

I HAD A FEELING SO PECULIAR

❀ Jane Porter: To put it simply, Jane is hot and Dusk has eyes. On top of that though, she likes spending time with her and trying to convince her to loosen up and get into trouble with her. ❀ Luis Salgado: Arguing with Luis comes so easily and sometimes you need an outlet. Dusk knows he can take it and maybe, in some way, they might be friends... maybe. ❀ Nala Adeoye: Now that’s a strong woman! Nala is such a boss ass bitch, Dusk can’t help but look up to her and envy how she carries herself through the town.

THAT THIS PAIN WOULD BE FOR EVERMORE

#tumblr rp #kiana madeira #the hex girls #scooby doo #dusk #no powers #female bio #taken bio #taken female

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xochitomat · 2 months ago

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Enter the Berryverse, Part 2: Welcome to the P.I.E. (preview)

Based on characters from Roald Dahl's "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory"

Full story is on my DeviantArt:

“I’m sorry, who?” Fucia shouted, confused. Was that name supposed to mean something?

Charlene - or rather, Violet, as it was, shook her head. “Look, it doesn’t matter, we’ve got bigger problems right now.” The azure-skinned young woman pulled a small object from one of the pouches that lined her wide white belt and placed it to her lips.

“Are you seriously chewing gum at a time like this?”

“Its not gum”, Violet retorted, bending unnaturally backwards to dodge the clawed swipe of a creature, “and look who’s talking.”

Fucia realized as more short, goblin-like creatures crowded around them that she was indeed still chewing away at her wad of chicle. Perhaps not for much longer, however, as the horde was closing in on the three of them fast, threatening to overtake them.

Just then, there was a deafening crash from above. Shattered bits of stained glass rained down on the trio and their enemies alike. Fucia looked up against the glint of the sunlight pouring through to see what looked like two enormous round orbs plummeting down through the ceiling. They flattened the crowd of blue gargoyles to the ground as they landed, incapacitating them, before hurtling back up with an elastic bound.

With a loud hiss, they both began to spin and flatten mid-air into dimpling, deflated sheets. They parted away to reveal two feminine figures, who landed nimbly on the ground among their stunned blue foes as their discarded latex husks drifted slowly down behind. With frightening agility, they quelled any straggling creatures to unconsciousness with swift kick.

Violet recognized them and covered her face with a disapproving palm, shaking her head. “Seriously? The bouncing airsuit routine?”

The women approached, dusting off their form-fitting jumpsuits with gloved hands while admiring the handiwork of sprawled gremlins around them. “What?” Said the one closest to them. She rested her hands on the multi-pocketed red belt that straddled her wide hips. “It’s so much fun!”

The one behind her crossed her arms over her chest and nudged an unconscious goblin with her purple-booted foot. “And effective.” She looked towards Violet with an unamused smirk, “You’re the one that called for backup anyhow. Couldn’t handle these goons on your own, 005? You know you weren’t supposed to alert us until absolutely necessary.”

“They ambushed us, what was I supposed to do?” The blue-skinned blonde next to Fucia shot back, “If I hadn’t blown my cover, they would have nabbed her. Try explaining that one to the boss.”

The one in purple flipped her braids back in annoyance. Her face turned an even deeper shade of indigo than it already was.

“Now, now, lets not engage in counterproductive communication in the middle of a mission, alright?” The closer, taller, wide-hipped woman soothed, “We all know the rules of engagement. Lets stay focused on the objective at hand.”

She extended hers and a cheerful smile towards Fucia, her cropped brown ponytail bouncing as she did. “I’m sure this must all be really, really confusing,” she began, “You must be Fucia. I’m Violet. Violet Beauregarde. And I just love your dress, by the way!”

“And I’m Violet C. Beauregarde. But everyone just calls me Cece, so you can too,” the girl in purple rattled off behind her while absently studying her nails.

W-wait a minute,” Fucia stuttered, taking the strange woman’s hand. She looked towards the cerulean girl who had come in with her on the tour, “I thought she was -“

“There’ll be time to explain later. For now, you’re really gonna want to come with us,” assured the woman. Her eyes gleamed with compassion and understanding, framed by a merry complexion that was just as azure as the first Violet’s, albeit a slightly deeper and bluer hue. She seemed a little older than her companions as well. Despite the strangeness of the situation, Fucia got the feeling that she could trust her.

Just then from beyond the line of confectionary underbrush, a loud trumpet sounded. All three blue-hued women froze. A massive wave of fanged warriors, perhaps twice the size of the one they had just fought off, leapt from the trees and charged towards them at full speed.

“Time to go,” the blonde Violet stated as she pushed against the abandoned rowboat behind them. Her companions and Fucia joined in with all their strength until it finally came unstuck from the sugary shore. The army of halflings leapt over their defeated comrades and rushed even faster towards them, determined to prevent their escape. Fucia watched as the three women jumped aboard the commandeered vessel with athletic ease as she did her best to help her Tia Sepha up the rickety bow.

shunk!!

Fucia screamed as an arrow flew past her head and lodged itself in the side of the ship. “Hey, a little help here?” She called up to her blue rescuers. A light-blue hand shot over the edge of the boat and grabbed onto her dress, hoisting her up and into the drifting boat with a yelp where she landed on the deck with a painful thud. She groaned from the impact, and was stunned for a moment before she staggered up to her feet again. “Tia?” She called out, “where’s my -“ her voice paused in time to spot her aunt stranded on the shore, surrounded by blue creatures as the boat pulled further and further out onto the lake.

“No!” Fucia cried, “Tia! T-turn around! We have to go back!” She called to the three blue women manning the oars.

“Relax girl, its not her they’re after! She’ll be fine…probably, “ the one called Cece answered with a shrug. The blue lady next to her nodded, “I’m sorry, but there’s no time. They’ll be all over us in an instant.” Fucia watched with sinking dread as the tiny monsters grabbed hold of the old woman and carried her back into the trees. What did she mean, they weren’t after her?

Another dart whizzed past her head and instinctively she dropped to the ground. The sound of drums began to echo louder and louder behind the boat. Fucia spared another glance over the side - Two more rowboats appeared from the fog to their rear, gaining fast, darts flying this way and that through the air towards them.

“Don’t just stand there, you nit-wit, grab an oar!” Cece called to her. She and her companions were busy straining against the chocolate water with their combined might. “Hurry!” She added. Fucia scrambled towards the open oar and began to push. Her back was already sore from her rough landing and it burned all the more as she rowed. Behind them the drums grew louder, louder. Darts whizzed by their ears, burying themselves in the intricately carved woodwork of the mast. It was a rush that seemed like hours, but adrenaline flushed through her like chocolate through a pipe and she carried on alongside her rescuers, praying a dart didn’t find its mark in her already burning backside until her focus was interrupted by a gleeful cry.

“Up there! Head for the opening!” The older, bluer Violet shouted. She pointed to the other side of the lake, which was not far off now, where Fucia could make out the opening of what looked like a large cave carved into the face of crumbling brown rock.

“Oh, fudge..” the blonde one muttered.

They rowed all the harder towards the cavern opening. Fucia felt Her back, her arms, her lungs burn with every stroke. She could feel their vessel picking up speed, and although the halfling boats remained on their heels, she hoped they would pull ahead of them with a few more moments….

BOOM!

Fucia looked back. One of the goblin vessels had steered into them, and the monsters were attempting to board. Cece reached back and pulled what looked like a handful of brightly colored rocks from her belt and tossed them at the ramming boat. They exploded on impact like a cacophony of firecrackers, keeping the gremlins on board temporarily at bay. Fucia thought she smelled burnt caramel in the air.

“Faster!” The older Violet cried. As they approached the cave’s gaping maw, the ship suddenly lurched forward with newfound speed, carried by some sort of current and hurtling them into the pitch dark.

“Aaaaaaah!” Fucia wailed out as the blackness enveloped them. Wind rushed through her hair and she could hear the rapid churning of the chocolate waters below. She strained to see anything in the shadows, but there was only darkness.

“I can’t see anything! Where are we rowing?” She cried out to her companions.

“No knowing!” One of them called amongst the roar of the river.

She tried to work her oar against the violent rapids that shook their vessel this way and that as plummeted deeper and deeper into the cavern's rapids.

“Its no use!," shouted Fucia, "I can’t tell which way the river’s flo-“

CRASH!

Something shook them again from behind. Fucia spared a glance backwards and saw the red glowing eyes of a dozen or so more halfling creatures clamoring for battle. Their pursuers’ vessel had gotten caught in the swift current too. Now it smashed into them, pushing them against the walls of the cave and sending them spinning faster down the swirling, winding champurrado river. Fucia held on to the sides of the boat desperately as she watched the blue fiends clamber onto their out-of-control vessel. “Hold on!” She heard the oldest Violet call. A headlamp flickered on above her head. She tossed one towards Fucia, which she miraculously caught, then to the other women on the vessel. Fucia watched as she delivered a spinning kick to the first creature who dared get closer. “How's this for a jawbreaker??” She yelled, burying her boot in its face. Her two associates joined in, hurling exploding candies or fists at their adversaries, more and more of which clambered on board despite the fierce resistance. Fucia edged along the sides of the tumbling, splintering raft, and found a secure enough spot to affix her headlamp. She instantly regretted it, as she could now see the plethora of fanged, hellishly carved faces that lined the cavern walls - not to mention a far worse sight in the distance that caused her stomach to drop. She whirled her head towards the battling blue belles behind her. “Violet!” She called out. All three turned around in unison. “What?” “Up ahead, we’re gonna hit a dead end!” Fucia shouted, pointing to the flat slab of fudgestone that rushed to meet them. With a mischievous glint in her eye, the oldest one smirked, as if she knew they were about to do something stupid. “005, is our ticket out of here ready yet?” “Almost,” The blonde Violet called, still chewing the candy she’d taken out earlier, albeit at a much faster rate. “You better get down to that thing’s chewy center, before they get to ours!” Cece scolded, keeping the snarling goblins as far away as possible. The blonde waddled unsteadily amongst the sloshing boat, holding her arms out for balance as she approached the end of the ship. She pulled the candy from her mouth and chucked it full strength at the wall they were set to barrel straight into. Fucia went wide-eyed as the fudge rock began to fizzle and dissipate on contact with the candy wad, sizzling and popping with bright multicolored sparks and bursts of rainbow light. A hole was forming in it, although Fucia could not quite see what was on the other side.

“Its ready!” Violet called back to her companions. The ship was set to crash into it at any moment. “Go!” Came a shout from the back, and Fucia witnessed the blonde girl at the helm dive headfirst into the widening, sparking portal in the wall. Then she was gone. “Cinch your belts and suck in your stomachs,” the oldest Violet cried, forfeiting her fruitless fight with the halflings. “Its gonna be a tight squeeeze!” Fucia felt a pair of hands scoop around her waist and she realized Cece, Violet and herself were suddenly flying off the boat and shooting headfirst into the sparkling candy-colored opening before them. Fucia screamed again as she tumbled through its crackling gate. She hit solid ground and barrel-rolled to a stop. The sound of splintering wood, rushing chocolate and shrieking halflings came from behind her for a moment - then silence. Fucia looked back to see the hole behind them fizzling shut. A few broken planks littered the ground around it, and champurrado dribbled out of the edges until it closed completely. The oldest one got up first and wiped the excess chocolate and splinters from her uniform. “Hey, we all made it in one piece!” She exclaimed excitedly, “great work, everyone!” They were in a large, open room, with metal rafters running this way and that overhead. It looked like the doorway of it led to a larger, equally open hallway, and their blonde companion was already there leaning against it, hood drawn and arms folded. “Where…where are we? Is this another part of the factory?” Fucia asked. Cece rose next to her with a groan, a hand tenderly massaging the backside which had cushioned her fall. “Oh no, not like any factory you’ve seen before,” the oldest Violet chuckled, adjusting the red ribbon in her brown hair and fixing her bangs with a puff of air from her lips. She put her hands on her wide red belt and smiled gleefully. “We’re home!”

#willy wonka and the chocolate factory #violet beauregarde #willy wonka #blueberry #spiderverse #fanfic #charlie and the chocolate factory

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backyard-alchemist · 1 year ago

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The Chicken List

NB: when mentioned, "Farmer" is Mathias. Last updated: September 11, 2023.

2022

"Coffee Girls"

[Espresso • Female]

Black Jersey Giant

Lays a large egg, in a medium brown matte color. Sometimes has a pinkish purple bloom but rarely speckled.

Has a single/straight comb and had a fleshier, larger size as a pullet compared to the others. She walks tall.

The boss hen of the Black Jersey Giants. She is not bossy or a bully, but she is decisive.

Is not interested in humans. Would rather eat treats on the ground than in a hand.

Has good evasion and foraging skills. Great mother.

[Macchiato • Female]

Black Jersey Giant.

Lays a large egg, in a medium-light brown color. Sometimes has a dusty bloom.

Has a single comb, a large deep body, and meatier type compared to the others. She is low to the ground.

She is incredibly, so very, absent minded. She pecks at the ground and forgets where the flock is. Bless her heart.

Loves treats and is easily caught. Trusts handlers to lead her, but neutral towards humans otherwise.

Fantastic forager. Would lose to Darwin in the wild.

[Italiano • Female]

Black Jersey Giant

Lays a large, light-brown narrow egg, sometimes with a chalky bloom. Often speckled.

Has a single comb, as a pullet had a skinny body type. Fast metabolism.

So food motivated it's not funny. Easily becomes a rooster's favorite because of this.

Can be lured with treats but prefers Chip's tidbitting. Will calm down after being caught and enjoy lap time.

Great forager, great evasive skills. Unfortunately does not stand up to a roo.

[Frappe • Female]

Buff Orpington.

Lays a large, light brown/tan egg, sometimes with light speckles or calcium spots.

Has a single comb, had an average body type for a pullet. Slow growing, somewhat small for her breed.

Loves people. Will be up under Farmer if given the chance; however, this means she's not as social with her flockmates.

Great temperament, and very handleable. Stands up to roos, even of her own breed.

[Charles Entertainment Chicken • Male]

Buff Orpington.

Harvested on July 24, 2022 (20wks even). Single comb, average body type for a cockerel. Slow growing and had more feathers than meat at 20wks. Thin skinned.

Escape artist. Liked to challenge humans, but didn't see them as a threat. Easily herded by Farmer.

Poor rooster instincts at 20wks. Did not tidbit for the girls' attention nor did he lead well. Poor mounting ability.

Fickle and flighty temperament. Awkward. Little to no fight and might've left "his" hens if it came to fisticuffs.

"Grain Squad"

[SurvivorChip • Male]

Olive Egger (Marans × Ameraucana).

Single × Pea comb, slightly larger than average as chick and cockerel. Mostly black down with white spots.

HAND-RAISED. The only surviving chick out of four in the brooder. Challenges humans as a result.

Great rooster instincts. Tidbits, treads, and protects hens well. Sick evasive maneuvers. Possibly over-sensitive to "threats."

At least one copy of the feathered leg, ear feather, neck feather, and blue egg genes.

2023

"Flower Power"

[Hollyhock • Female]

Barnyard mix 01

Black Jersey Giant × Olive Egger (Marans × Ameraucana)

Incubator/Test Tube baby - June 21, 2023.

First to hatch. Comb is not yet apparent.

Ear muffs, a beard, and feathered legs. Will be culled from breeding if not otherwise exceptional.

Relatively calm disposition.

[Aster • Male]

Barnyard mix 03

Black Jersey Giant × Olive Egger (Marans × Ameraucana)

Incubator/Test Tube baby - June 21, 2023.

Second to hatch. Comb is not yet apparent.

Feathered legs. Will be culled from breeding if not otherwise exceptional.

Displays.... Boy behavior, yet is more reserved than his brothers.

[Indigo • Female]

Barnyard mix 02

Black Jersey Giant × Olive Egger (Marans × Ameraucana)

Incubator/Test Tube baby - June 21, 2023.

The third to hatch. Comb is not yet apparent.

Ear muffs and feathered legs. Will be culled from breeding if not otherwise exceptional.

Sweet. Is often content to sit in Farmer's hands.

[Hawthorn • Male]

Barnyard mix 04

Buff Orpington × Olive Egger (Marans × Ameraucana)

Incubator/Test Tube baby - June 21, 2023.

Fourth and final chick to hatch. Comb is not yet apparent.

Ear muffs, a beard, and feathered legs. Will be culled from breeding if not otherwise exceptional.

The most socialized because he's a family favorite.

Supposedly, Frappe's daughters should have dark dorsal patterns and light underbellies (countershading). The sons should remain light.

[Maple • Female]

Barnyard mix 05

Buff Orpington × Olive Egger (Marans × Ameraucana)

Espresso's baby; hatched roughly around June 28, 2023.

Presumably the first to hatch. Comb is not yet apparent.

Clean legs. Coloration is ideal.

Clever and avoids Farmer when able. Swift enough to evade getting her 1 week photograph.

[Sycamore • Male]

Barnyard mix 06

Buff Orpington × Olive Egger (Marans × Ameraucana)

Espresso's baby; hatched roughly around June 28, 2023.

Presumably the second to hatch; the smallest of the chicks. Comb is not yet apparent.

Clean legs, though will not likely be the better of Chip's sons.

Fearful of the environment, yet adventuresome and somewhat trusting of Farmer.

Supposedly, Frappe's sons should remain light except for a few black feathers scattered about.

#backyard alchemist #original post #faq #gallus gallus domesticus #chickens #backyard chickens #chicken keeping #farming #the chicken list #the milfland chickens #the coffee girls #the grain squad #flower power chickens

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lostcoves · 4 years ago

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ft. taishiro toyomitsu (fatgum) x gn!reader

genre: angst with a bittersweet ending

wc & warnings: 1.7k | hospitals, blood, bus crash, alcohol, drunk!(y/n)

premise: your first day in university of tokyo hospital’s emergency room is surely a day to remember.

note: my contribution to @instantnuma’s love hospital collab! i had a blast writing this piece as someone who comes from generations of medical personnel! hope you all enjoy!

university of tokyo hospital, home to some of the most renowned minds in the medical profession.

and somehow you ended up here as an intern in their emergency department.

why the emergency room of all places? couldn’t they have assigned you to pediatrics?! you loved kids! kids were cute! why did it have to be the emergency room?

you panicked easily, ironic for someone who just graduated medical school to pursue a career in medicine. at least, you weren’t a surgeon. you knew your limits.

you hovered by the nurse’s station, unsure what to do. you were supposed to meet your attending, dr. toyomitsu. yet, they were nowhere to be seen.

damnit, did my attending really flake on my first day? you thought to yourself, shuffling a bit by the nurse station.

BAM! the doors of the emergency room swung open, revealing a large blond handsome man performing cpr on the person attached to the stretcher. the paramedics wheeled the wounded in and the handsome man began shouting orders.

“kirishima, i need fifteen milligrams of morphine, stat! get me some wrap for this sucking chest wound, too!” the man commanded the room with an iron fist.

you couldn’t help but watch in all, as the handsome man treated the patient’s wound. a spiky redhead- you assumed to be kirishima- appeared behind you with morphine and wrap, securing the patient’s wound while nurses hooked the patient up to the machines.

“page the OR, amajiki. this man is gonna need major surgery,” the handsome man directed an indigo haired man. the other man- amajiki- got on the phone and informed the operating room of the patient.

you could only stand in awe, as the patient was whisked away into surgery. you slowly clapped at the heroism of the man before you, “sir, that was—”

“all in a day’s work,” he answered with a lopsided grin.

“your clothes, though..” you pointed out the man’s blood soaked shirt and pants. he shrugged it off and commented, “i’ll be changing into my scrubs anyway.”

“scrubs? you’re a doctor?” well, duh he was a doctor. why else would the medical personnel listen to him?

“yup! i’m doctor taishiro toyomitsu! but everyone calls me dr. fats!” he exclaimed, extending a hand to you.

your eyes widened at his name, “you- you’re my boss! i’m doctor (l/n), (y/n) (l/n). i just graduated form medical school.”

“ah! my new intern, great!” he was such a positive ball of energy. you just realized that he towered over you, now that he was off the stretcher. what a big fellow! he then added to you, “lemme introduce you to my residents. they’ll be here to help you out, as well.”

dr. toyomitsu gestured to the redhead and indigo haired duo from earlier, “this is doctor eijiro kirishima, second year resident, and doctor tamaki amajiki, fourth year resident.”

the redhead- kirishima- waved excitedly at you, “it’s good to meet you, dr. (l/n)! welcome to the team!”

the indigo haired man- amajiki- hung his head low, “uh huh.. good to have you on- on the team.”

“now that introductions are out of the way!” dr. toyomitsu grabbed a white coat off the coat rack, “let’s get to work, folks.”

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you collapsed in the on call room, exhausted and sweaty from the past eleven hours of your first shift. suture after suture, panicky parent after panicky parent.. god, why did you make emergency medicine your second choice after pediatrics?

“hey,” dr. toyomitsu took a seat next to you in the on call room, “sucks that your first day was a twelve hour shift, huh?”

“i haven’t been this exhausted since last year’s finals,” you grumbled.

dr. toyomitsu laughed, “you’re funny.”

“i am?” you questioned.

“you are,” he paused, “what made you decide to choose emergency medicine as your speciality?”

“they ran out of openings for internships with pediatrics,” you replied honestly.

“okay so what made emergency medicine your second choice?” dr. toyomitsu reframed the question.

you pondered on it– you didn’t think you had a really good answer– so you decided to speak from the heart.

“emergency medicine is crucial for saving lives and i wanna save as many lives as possible,” you answered. dr. toyomistu sensed your sincerity and gave you a smile, “and i’m sure you will achieve just that but be aware.. sometimes you can’t save everyone.”

you opened your mouth to respond when dr. toyomistu’s pager went off. he checked the device and leapt to his feet, “bus crash. all hands on deck! you wanna save as many lives as possible? now it’s time for you to prove it.”

you sat up and ran after dr. toyomitsu into the emergency room, horrified by the scene before you. so many injured, some strapped to stretchers and others dragging themselves inside.

“doctor! we got a red!” a paramedic hollered to you. you rushed over to the stretcher and yelled, “what do we got?!”

“female, age seven! possible internal bleeding and multiple fractures!” the second paramedic exclaimed. you stared down at the little girl and froze. she was so small, caked in blood and her dress in ruins. god, no. she was too young, too young and innocent.

“doctor, we need to act fast!” the first paramedic shouted.

“yes!” tears stained the little girl’s dress, “get me an iv and a cocktail of vitamin k, plasma, blood, and platelets! stat!”

a trio of nurses ran over with the supplies and hooked the girl up to an iv, administering the cocktail into her body. you checked her vitals and sighed in relief, she was stable.

“we gotta find her parents, what’s her name?” you asked the paramedics.

“only form of id was on her backpack,” the second paramedic handed you the girl’s belongings. the name ‘yuki’ was sewn on with purple thread. you frowned, “get the cops and child protective services. we need to find her family.”

“i’ll do that,” one of nurses spoke up.

“thank you,” you turned your attention back to the unconscious girl. you gently stroked her fine black hair, “we’re gonna find your family, kiddo. i promise.”

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all the living injured were treated after three hours. your heart hardened from the sight of doctors having to inform family members that their loved ones didn’t make it. but your mind kept wandering to little yuki. you had to find her family.

“any word on your kid’s missing family?” dr. toyomitsu took you aside, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder. you shook your head and answered, “i’m scared that they were on the bus with her and.. and..” you sniffled, you couldn’t finish your sentence.

“come here,” you and dr. toyomitsu embraced, tears flowing freely from your (e/c) eyes. you wanted yuki to return home safe, that was all you wanted for her. you and dr. toyomitsu ended the hug, you staring up at the attending with sad eyes, “thank you.”

“of course,” he answered before checking his watch, “looks like we’re off the clock. wanna grab a drink?”

“sure, i could use one after day,” you sighed. the two of you went your separate ways to change clothes before meeting outside the hospital’s entrance. dr. toyomitsu looked good in a fresh change of clothes.

“i wanna praise you for surviving your first day on the job,” dr. toyomitsu mused aloud when you both arrived at the bar, “most interns don’t make it to hour ten, much less the whole shift. plus, the way you handled the bus crash cases, i applaud you.”

“well, don’t,” you grumbled, “i froze up when it came to yuki.”

“but she didn’t die,” he countered.

“she almost did,” you fired back with a glare.

dr. toyomitsu’s expression softened, “okay. maybe you did freeze up but what’s important is that you didn’t freeze up for too long.”

“i guess..” you waved down the bartender and ordered a rum and cola.

“you’ll have a better day tomorrow. i can already sense it,” the handsome doctor commented to you. you laughed bitterly and exhaled, “one can only hope so,” before downing your rum and cola.

“i wish- i wish i could be like you,” you hiccuped, three rum and colas in. dr. toyomitsu, on the other hand, was five drinks in and holding it well. he raised an eyebrow at you and asked, “what do you mean?”

“you.. you’re so confident and cool!” you giggled, “like a superhero! and you’re hot, sooooo hot!”

dr. toyomitsu blushed at your words but he chalked it up to you being drunk, “thank you, dr. (l/n). that makes a lot to me.”

“of course!” you playfully nudged him, “but we’re off- off the clock! call me (y/n)! okie dokie? i’m (y/n)!”

“okay, (y/n). only if you call me taishiro.”

“okayyyyy, taishirooooo!”

time seemed to fly, as you drunkenly interacted with your boss. you weren’t sure if it was the alcohol or the atmosphere but you felt your inhibitions slip away. taishiro had to cut you off after drink number five, not wanting you to get sick from the alcohol.

“lemme get you a cab,” taishiro took you outside the bar and called you a cab.

“i don’t wanna leave you!” you whined.

“you’ll see me tomorrow,” he chuckled.

loopy, you grabbed onto taishiro for stability and slammed your lips sloppily against his. taishiro tensed up from the kiss and pulled away.

“i’m sorry,” you hiccuped, tears in your eyes, “i’m drunk.”

“that you are,” he agreed.

“i’m so scared for yuki.

“i know. i am, too.”

a long pause.

“i wanna kiss you again.”

another pause.

“i wanna kiss you, too.”

so the two of you kissed, logic and reason out the window. taishiro’s lips tasted like candy, oh how you loved the taste. you pulled away from the kiss for air and smiled.

“see you tomorrow.”

“see yah, (y/n).”

maybe you two could kiss again when neither of you were drunk.

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sketchfanda · 5 years ago

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Rate the Champions

Based off of and inspired by @gale-of-the-nomads and @nerdasaurus1200 rate the akuma,for @beebeebombam Lady Fairy AU,or in this case,the blind butterfly girl herself and her champions. According to wha I’ve learned from posts in bee’s posts on the tag,many of the champions like Alya as Lady Wifi,Max as the Gamer,and Nate as Illuscreator aren’t all too different from canon in tems of their abilities and design. mostly just my way of giving some attention and notice to this AU,which for a guy like me who’s pretty recent into coming into this fandom,but coming to know enough,it’s a fun and sweet AU especially for the fact it gives poor Nooroo much better than what he’s got in canon.

serously,poor little guy,and this is like the only gif I ever find for him. So let’s begin with the blind butterfly princess herself

Marinette Dupain-Cheng,blind but as in canon,a girl with a big heart and a deep sense of empathy,wielder of the moth/butterfly Miraculous,Paris’ maker of heroes Lady Fairy

Design: A+ it really plays up th butterfly theme and motif,her mask being a blindfold is a very nice touch that serves to highlight and remind of her condition. The shades of purple and indigo work well to give a outfit that is as graceful,elegant and posied as the animal its based on and suits her name,coming off like a figure out of a fairy tale plus such glitter and sparkle

Powers: A,it’s the butterfly/moth brooch,as in canon it grants the wielder the ability to empower others and make them superheroes. Of course in this AU it’s made to be used as intended,unlike Gabriel’s selfish,wreckless evil purposes. Especially as unlike Hawkmoth,lady fairy serves more to focus on her champions’ positive emotions,guide them and motivate them rather than force control and obedience into being her puppets and twist and manipulate them at their lowest points. while it’s stated that the moth miraculous can utilise both positive and negative emotions,I feel focusing on the positive makes for a better contrast to how Hawkmoth always seeks out the negative. Bee of course adds a sweet touch to how the wielder can see through their chosen’s eyes,allowing the blind marinette to see the world she normally wouldn’t be able to due to her blindness,giviing her a growing appreciation and love for her city,her loved ones and the colours of life.

theme (As in their gimmick):A.the name,motif and design of the outfit all work together,making her seem like a figure from a court of nobility from a fairy tale

Effectiveness:A.when all seems grim,always know if you have a strong heart,this sweet soul will give you the means to do what’s right,because she believes in you. as a true butterfly wielder should.

Personal enjoyment: A I’ve seen maybe one or two,if not near half a dozen fanarts based on kwami swap with Mari as the butterfly miraculous wielder. This is my personal favourite of the bunch in terms of concept and design.

next we come to the villain of the story,grand iceking douchebag and shitty parent,the socially reclusive bastard Gabriel Aggreste,aka Le Paon,wilder of the peacock miraculous,which I assume isn’t as damaged as it is canon Design- A,very sinister and classy,but different and unique compared to his hawkmoth outfit,but just as enigmatic. has a somewhat sens of style and class to it,which makes sense given peacocks and their natural flamboyance and Gabriel’s status as a fashion designer

Powers- A.as in canon,the peacock brooch is similar but different to the buttefly in that rather than use someone’s emotions to empower them,it takes a partciular emotion they’re feeling and gives it a shape and form,granting the wielder a soldier they can command and control. making it range and very in terms of its shape and form. And unluckily,one needn’t be willing for gabriel to create a sentimonster,not that he cares,fitting given his self serving goal.

Theme- A,sinister yet classy looking individual,with an ability to enforce his will on others,much like he enforces and exerts control over his own’s son’s life. it’s one thing when hetting akumatised twisted you into being evil,but one can barely imagine the horror of being taken advantage of at your emotional low,watching as your anger,or sadness,etc are given the form of a monster that will tear all of paris apart to fulfill a mad man’s goals

Effectiveness - A. like in canon,gabriel is just hiding away,unseen by all of Paris as he keeps his sense tuned for someone at their emotional low,looking to control them much like how he controls his own son’s life. because what he believes in and thinks are right matter most,and for the ones he loves,or passes for love,all of Paris will suffer long as he gets what he wants

Personal enjoyment of the akuma-Be it the moth or the peacoc,Gabriel is as he will always be,a cold distant selfish man whose misguided sense of love and family will burn the world.

Nathalie Sancoeur,personal assistant to the villain himself,in this Au for the heroes day battle,wielder of the ladybug,which garbriel has in his possession. yes he’s halfway to this goal,which raises the stakes Design- A,similar but different to canon,a more villainouse edge thanks to the black sections,and seems to hide nathalie’s identity

Powers- A,it’s the ladybug miraculous,one can only shudder to think hw it works when not wielded by a non heroic wielder.

Theme- Unlike in canon,this is not a heroic ladybug. I’ts Nathalie doing what she thinks is right,which is helping her boss achieve his goals. not helping that she seems to love him and all

Effectiveness - hard to say as we will only see her once in the finale arc,but the ladybug miraculous on the side of devils? weep for paris

Personal enjoyment-n/a

Sabine Dupain-Cheng,Mari’s wonderful mama,aka Scilla Design- A,an elegant look and design that fits and suits the motfi of her daughter,fitting given what her powers in this form do.

Powers- A. simple but effective,she can boost and enhance others’ powers,in this case able to increase Mari’s Miraculous’ abilities as catalyst did with scarlet moth,enabling her to create multiple champions. from a lady to a queen fairy,now able to lead and command her warriors on the field of battle.

Theme- A,really plays to the sparkly classy fairy tale motif of her daughter

Reason for Akumatization-Aor championisation in this case,as bee establishes Sabine’s always known her daughter has been a hero,and given the situation in heroes’ day,how could she not want to help

Effectiveness as an akuma- A,the results speak for themselves

Personal enjoyment of the akuma-A,compared to Nathalie and Hawkmth,it’s a nice little take in reminding us how like in canon,Mari has a wonderfu bond with her parents.

Luka,Kagami,Rose and Juleka,aka Distorter,Riposte,Princess fragrance and Monster Witch

Design- A+,very more heroic takes or twists on Luka,Kagami and Rose’s canon designs,while Juleka’s is very suiting and fitting for her given her goth vibe and motif,with the eyees of coruse referencing Reflekta. makes sense esp as reflekta was more about standing out and getting attention.Rose’s and Luka’s looks are tweaked just enough to not seem like palette swaps whie Kagami’ is less silver samurai,more superheroic samurai knight

Powers- A,Riposte’s hardly needed changing or tweaking compared to her design.Distorter meanwhile is more about using sound as a weapon which can have some unique applications. Juleka’s abilities obviously needed an overhaul,as there would’ve been no way of making a heroic take on reflekta’s powers. here of course it’s more about a means of combatting a sentimonster that creates its own army,while Rose’s is more about helping out and aiding others,akin to healer type chars in rpgs and games like overwatch and team fortress 2

Theme- A,you got a heroic samurai magical girl,a disney princess with a perfume gun,a musician who can truly make music a weapon,and his perky goth sister witch,what’s not to love

Reason for Championization-can’t rate per se,but given this Au and the nature of th buttrfly,Marinette wouldn’t pick just anyone to be her champions

Effectiveness as a champion- A,chat is lucky to have this backup no doubt

Personal enjoyment of the champions-A,be it simle tweaks and overhaul of the designs,to whole new design and powersets,creative aspects like this are what I love about this AU

Nino,Alix,Sabrina,Ondine,Ivan,Mylene,aka Bubble Boy,Timestealer,vanisher,syren,stone warrior and braverator

Design- A,Nino’s is a very welcome change of pace compared to the sentient popsicle blowup clown doll from canon and play to his own personal music hobby,Alix’s is more heroic take on her canon form that still playsup the futuristic rollerblader,Sabrina and Ondine’s hardly needed much changing,though Ondine does have some tweaks here and there,like an additonal fish feature or accessories. Ivan’s livesup to the name,making for an opposing contrast as Stoneheart,while Mylene obviously needed something different,as Horrificator is likely more sentimonster material design wise.

Powers- A+,bubbler’s design was whack,but the powers as seen were definitely something,vanisher and syren’s hardly needed much adjusting either. Stone warrior of course,basically takes his stoneheart’s powers and applies them more to a heroic means.mylene’s of course is very suiting for her,an inverse to how horrificator gained more pwer and size from others’ fear of her,she takes others’ fear and inverts it into bravery.which as bee mentions,is very handy for heroes’ day. Alix’s powers of coruse,are more about taking someone’s speed to add to her own,rather than taking someones life to able to go back in time.

Theme- A,vanisher needn’t be said,but the rest are either simple but effective tweaks and adjustments on familiar designs,or something more original and memorable in its own right

Reason for Championzation-see above for previous champion pic set.

Effectiveness as champions- same as above

Personal enjoyment of the champions-same as above

Doll Angel,the Lady fairy Au’s equiv to the Collector,combining aspect of the Puppeteer akuma.

Design- A,it plays to the same soft color palette and elegant classy fairy tale design of Mari’s outfit as Lady Fairy,minus the butterfly motif. Which makes sense of course as the goal of this form is throw off any traces or connection to her secret identity. The wand of course adds to the theme,and like with her lady fairy outfit,the masks adds a nice hint of mystery and highlights as a reminder of her blindness in this au. Given this is her equivalent to collector,it does the job.

Powers- A. As bee states,it’s similar but different to puppeteer,as well as her miraculous powers. It has the personal touch of utilizing a set of items that are very personal to Mari,in many ways representing how much she cherishes and values the friends in her life,many of whom have been made her champions,so unlike puppeteer it doesn’t force them into their forms and be controlled by her. But rather uses the dolls themselves,who serve as her sort of,rpg companion team. The detail of being able to see brought her dolls’ eyes serves a nice callback to how as lady fairy she sees through her champions eyes

Theme- A,as mentioned in design,it plays to the fairy tale motif,but like collector it’s different enough 8n terms of ability and design in throwing off the fact she is the butterfly miraculous wielder.

Reason-A,obviously as well as helping out her favourite cat,the reason for making herself a champion is key to throwing off that feathered bastard off of her scent. After what Gabriel pulled in canon as the collector,what’s good for the goose and all…

Effectiveness - A. Like with the collector,it clearly serves its goal and purpose.

Personal enjoyment of the champion-A+ the sweetest design for the sweetest girl in all of Paris.

#miraculous #lady fairy au #lady fairy #butterfly marinette #butterfly!marinette #kwami swap #nooroo #marinette dupain cheng #miraculous ladybug #beebombam

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callistolivia · 5 years ago

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Astrology & Fashion; Libra

The main components in an individual’s chart to signify style is the Ascendant, Sun, Moon, and Venus. The Ascendant being the self, our identity, and appearance. The Sun being our lifestyle. Our general expression. The Moon being ourselves in emotional and vulnerable expressions (important component as we need to feel comfortable in what we wear; we self-identify with certain styles.) Venus being our aesthetic expression and is closely tied to our Sun sign’s expression.

LIBRA AESTHETICS

Clean cut lines, balance, symmetry, creating harmony, tastefulness, curves, exposing the collarbone and shoulders, hourglass and natural silhouettes, deep cuts, backless, indigo, blues, dark purples, red, versatile colour palettes, playing with ratios, seamlessness. spectacle, art, trendy, simple but expensive, boss babe, femininity, satin, sunday dress, berets, silk scarves, newsboy hats, stilettos, flats, sheath dresses, Parisian aesthetic, “it” girl aesthetic.

HIGH FASHION

The notorious socialite sign, Libra, exercises the concept of self-presentation in its expression as fashion. The general rule of thumb Libra fashion follows is exceptional fashion taste suited for the social environment. So with this in mind, it’s not uncommon to see Libras follow the trends, aesthetics, and maybe even be the type to go from business-lawyer-esque to soprano jazz club singer. Their threads are perfected for the gathering.

Libra’s true expression, though often described as passive, should not be forgotten. Both cardinal and active, there is a boss babe nature to Libra which can be seen in their fashion rendition of that. Though of course, with no lack of a Venusian touch. For Libra’s high fashion influences, I’ve decided to look to Donna Karan, creator of DKNY, and Jason Wu.

Donna Karan is known for her DKNY brand adhering to the general consumer and generally for a more youthful audience. So within the DKNY lines, we see more trendier looks and looks for the everyday-woman. The Libran qualities to be noted from some of the looks of the 2013 & 2014 DKNY shows are boxy blazers, symmetrical lines and cuts, and dresses and bodysuits outlining a natural, feminine silhouette.

(Donna Karan, creator of DKNY and her own self titled line; Libra Sun, Libra Moon, Leo Venus)

(Above - DKNY runway looks, 2013-2014)

Libras pay attention to trends and are always ready to try on the next season. Particular themes and aesthetics hold a special place in a Libra’s heart. The New York it-girl meets Paris vibe from DKNY’s 2011 show perfectly portrays Libra’s desire to take on a particular theme or aesthetic. The Parisian aesthetic being a classic, it often recycles itself in a Libra’s wardrobe; silk scarves, berets, bows, tailored blazers, horizontal stripes, and rolled pants. It’s minimalism that looks like luxury.

(Above - DKNY runway looks, 2011)

Donna Karan also has a self-titled brand and here we can find more of the aesthetically focused side of Libra’s expression.

Karan’s use of abstract, almost Monet-like, prints, geometrical blocking, and playing with ratios to the eye explores this aesthetic side of Libra.

In addition, there is a significant display of dresses emphasising the body’s feminine form. Low cuts and exposing shoulders are also tendencies of Libra’s fashion expression.

(Above - Donna Karan runway looks)

Next up is Jason Wu with considerable Libra influences (including an exalted Saturn in Libra). There is undeniable sophistication in his craft that could only be from the aesthetically familiarized Libra expressions.

Wu’s designs are often described with Libra jargon, he himself mentioned his spring 2014 line is "a dialogue between construction and ease.” There is an emphasis on balance. Notably his designs resemble artwork or “balanced femininity.”

Just as Karan’s designs, the theme of exposed shoulders and deep necklines are prominent in Wu’s designs. In the last row of images, his designs really capture Libra’s flirtatious and charismatic nature, if it could be worn.

(Above - Jason Wu; (exact time unknown) Libra Sun, Libra Stellium (Sun, Mercury, Saturn, and Pluto), Moon in either Capricorn or Aquarius (After 9:30pm = Aquarius Moon))

(Above - Jason Wu’s designs for runway shows 2014 & 2020)

STREET FASHION

Libra’s expression in a more casual sense retains most of the qualities from the high fashion expressions. Their style is centred around minimalistic luxury, trendiness, and aesthetics.

Their colour palette follows what’s on trend, though a Libra will keep classics on hand such as red, black & whites, navys, and light blues for easy coordination.

Quality is something Libras often value. They like things that are tailored to fit their body perfectly; nothing too oversized or too tight. Clothing that compliments their silhouette is at the top of their checklist for what they will wear. The quality of the clothing itself, the material, where it was made, and if it’s expensive fall under Libra’s values.

A few Libran celebrities to observe are Hilary Duff, Mýa, and Kate Winslet. Though all distinct in their style, they definitely hold Libra fashion ideals. Hilary Duff is often seen following trends and choosing “quality” trends. Mýa’s stylists often put her in satiny, low neck dresses that compliment her body’s silhouette along with trendier looks. Kate Winslet follows the more elegant, minimalist side of Libra with tailored blazers, classic colour palettes, and sheath dresses.

(Above - Hilary Duff; Libra Sun, Libra Venus, Sagittarius Moon)

(Above - (Left) Mýa; Libra Ascendant, Libra Sun, Libra Venus, Gemini Moon. (Right) Kate Winslet; Libra sun, Libra moon)

(Above - Some more Libra inspired fashion ideas gathered from Pinterest)

#libra #astrology #astrology and fashion #libra fashion #the signs

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lightningstormtc · 3 years ago

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Chapter 4: Tako Days

“Auntie Ina will be here soon, sweetie,” Kiara smiled, “You’ll be good for her, right?”

“I will, m… mama,” Haruto nodded. Although he is able to say the word, he still has a hard time.

“I’m not sure how much it’s worth but I want you to know that I’m proud of you,” Kiara, rubbing Haruto’s head, bent her knees a little bit. Haruto’s lips twitched in a small, shy smile in response.

“Are you ready to go?” Amelia asked. Kiara, turning to face Amelia, stood up/

“Yeah,” Kiara cracked her knuckles, “I guess I’ll have to use the Usual Room again.”

“Mama? What’s the Usual Room?” Haruto asked.

“I’ll tell you when you’re older, okay?” Kiara asked. Haruto opened his mouth to protest but Kiara interjected.

“Even though you’re a young man, there are things that you shouldn’t see until you’re older,” Kiara smiled, “I promise I’ll show you one day.”

“Okay,” Haruto puffed his cheeks out in a pout. He didn’t really care much about this Usual Room but he didn’t like Kiara implying he was too young for some things.

“Calli look! He’s being cute!” Kiara squealed.

“Kuso- Kiara, we need to go,” Calli grabbed Kiara’s shoulder, “I’ll see you later, kid.”

“See you… dad,” Haruto, face red, turned to look away.

“See you…” Calli’s face turned red as well as she turned around and stalked off

“Don’t mind her. She’s not used to affection,” Kiara laughed before following Calli, Amelia, and Gura out the door. He heard some chatter going on outside the house before there was a knock on the door.

That was quick, Haruto thought to himself while opening the front door. A girl with long, purple hair and indigo eyes was waiting for him at the door.

“Wah!” The girl exclaimed, “My name is Ninomae Ina’nis! Call me Auntie Ina. What’s your name?”

“H-Haruto. “It’s nice to meet you a… au… Ina,” Haruto introduced himself. Ina looked like one of those cute girls that he would see on the anime he watched back at his own foster parents’ home.

“So Haruto, what do you want to do?” Ina asked.

“Dad was setting up the Nontendo Flip. If you don’t want to play Nontendo, we can draw,” Haruto replied.

“Ah, I love drawing!” Ina opened her hand and then a book shimmered into existence

“AO-chan, can you get my drawing tablet?” Ina opened the book and flipped to a random page.

Haruto could swear that he heard a third voice speak in a language he had never heard of. A portal then appeared atop the book, a thin tablet floating out of it.

Have I… seen this before? Haruto thought to himself. Then, an image flashed in his head. A woman with a shadow covering her face and a glowing, pink portal.

“I’m sorry, Haruto. I love you.”

“Haruto?” Ina’s voice snapped Haruto from his stupor, “Are you okay?”

“Sorry,” Haruto said sheepishly.

“Where did the book go?” Haruto, noticing the book was gone, directed his attention to the small tablet.

“Oh, AO-chan?” Ina tilted her head with the little flaps on her head twitching twice. “She’s busy. She can’t stick around with me all the time.”

Is Ina implying the book is sentient? Haruto thought to himself.

“O-okay,” Haruto said. “Is that the drawing tablet?”

“Yep!” Ina replied, “Let's move to the kitchen so I can draw up a meal for you.”

“Was that a joke?” Haruto held back a snicker.

“Of course. I’ll get your meal ready Ina bit,” Ina said while winking at Haruto. This time, Haruto couldn’t hold back the laugh.

“Success,” Ina proclaimed, “Now, let’s get you some lunch.”

“Aun… Ina? How do you use this?” Haruto asked while tapping away at the drawing tablet.

“Oh, let me help you with that,” Ina said as she placed a plate of takoyaki in front of Haruto. She then sat down in the chair next to Haruto. She plucked the stylus from its holster next to the tablet before tapping on one of the applications.

“The tablet doesn’t work without the stylus,” Ina explained while setting up one of the drawing apps.

“I see,” Haruto, intrigued by the tablet, stared inquisitively at the tablet. His old family wasn’t exactly wealthy and whatever money they got, his foster parents spent on themselves. They only spent the bare minimum on Haruto, so while he dreamed of being able to play with things like a Nontendo Flip or a drawing tablet, his foster parents never gave him that opportunity.

“Do you have another stylus?” Haruto asked.

“You’re in luck,” Ina winked. She then grabbed one of her bangs (which looked very squishy) and another stylus shimmered into existence in front of Haruto.

“Thank you aunt… Ina,” Haruto grabbed the stylus with a smile.

“Anything for you,” Ina smiled softly before inching her seat closer to Haruto’s, “Now, let’s get started.”

“Finally got the paperwork,” Amelia walked out of her office and stopped before Kiara and Calli, “I can’t believe my stupid boss was drunk on the job again.”

“I’m sure he had his reasons,” Kiara, obviously knowing something, shifted uncomfortably.

“Still doesn’t justify passing out drunk on the job,” Amelia muttered under her breath.

“Alright, let’s get those signatures,” Kiara smiled evilly.

“You’re not half back at drawing,” Ina, surprised at Haruto’s talent, gave the boy a pat on the head.

“Thanks aunt… auntie,” Haruto smiled at Ina. He was getting a lot more comfortable in the house along with the people he spent his time with.

“You said Calli was setting up the Flip, right?” Ina asked. Haruto nodded in response.

“We can go play some Dario Kart if you want,” Ina offered, standing up, “I know how to set everything up.”

“Okay!” Haruto, satisfied with the drawing he and Ina made, stood up to follow Ina.

“Thanks for bringing them here, Calli,” Kiara smiled maliciously. The two of them were looking at a man and a woman who were both unconscious and tied to chairs.

“Anything for you, Kusotori,” Calli replied with an equally malicious smile. She then picked up a bucket of water and splashed the couple.

The two shot awake and looked around. The man spoke first, “W-where are we? Who are you?”

“Dear, is that you?” The woman, her eyes glued to Calli and Kiara, asked her partner.

“Y-yes, it’s me,” the man said before directing his attention to Kiara and Calli. “What do you two want from us?”

“Remember your adopted child? His name was Haruto,” Although Kiara was smiling, only malice and animosity were found in her voice, “I wanted to kindly ask you to transfer guardianship to us, considering the fact we’re taking care of him now.”

“Oh, that devil’s spawn?” The woman said as her face contorted with disgust, “Like hell we’ll transfer guardianship. As long as we have guardianship, we’ll continue to get paid by the government.”

The man stifled a laugh, “Gotta love the foster care system.”

“I see how things are,” Kiara, expecting that result, walked over to the door and pulled a lever by the light switch. The couple started to look around as the sound of gears whirring could be heard.

“Let’s see if I can change your mind.”

“Auntie, why do some people wait for you to pass them by the finish line?” Haruto asked as they finished another race, Haruto getting third place and Ina landing at eleventh.

“Er… maybe people are just nice?” Ina shrugged while a bead of sweat dripped down her face, “Want to start another race?”

“Sure!” Haruto smiled. Although he never won first place, he was having a great time.

“We’re home!” Kiara’s voice rang throughout the room. Kiara and Calli walked into the room, wearing distinctly different clothes. Kiara exchanged her KFP outfit for denim shorts and a white shirt while Calli ditched her cloak for a red jacket and black pants.

“Ne Haruto, we did it,” Kiara walked up before kneeling so she was eye level with Haruto, “Calli and I are officially your mama and papa now.”

“Really?” Haruto hesitated. Was it really that easy?

“Really,” Kiara pulled Haruto into a hug, “Welcome to the family, Haruto.”

Haruto smiled as he held back a sob, “Thank you, Mama.”

A/N: Again, I want to thank my beta reader, Sera (aka Cennonn) and I will again advertise his fic, From Another World. From Another World is a Hololive Isekai and I highly recommend you check it out. https://www.wattpad.com/story/264022090-from-another-world

#takamori #takamori fanfiction #mori calliope #takanashi kiara #gawr gura #fanfics #hololive fanfiction

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curewhimsy · 4 years ago

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In chapter 5 of Symphony Saga: Resonate, a lot of new characters are introduced now that Haku and Neru end up at a bakery in Whimsica.

Conversation is had... and I’m planning on each character having um... at least one speaking part!

But just in case... Yes... I wrote descriptions for all the characters I planned on introducing.

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Teto Kasane- (UTAU) Cheerful, friendly, and silly. Likes harmless pranks, smiling, and anything fun or humorous. Kind of like an excited little puppy. Adorable and animated. Has chimera powers. Grows dragon wings and a tail when she’s angry, which is rare, but intense when it occurs. 14 years old.

Momo Momone- (UTAU) Teto’s close childhood friend. Clumsy, passive, and meek, but optimistic. Extraordinarily gentle and mild-mannered, but can unexpectedly pack a punch. Can detach her head with magic. Wears frilly clothes. Likes peaches, but hates nectarines. Has an older brother named Momotaro. 14 years old.

Luka Megurine- (Vocaloid) A bit like an older sister figure to Teto. Moody, quiet, elegant. Has a mature aura. A bit shy, and not all that confident. Good at music and art, and is quite knowledgeable. Clumsy in a fight. Gives good, sage advice. Half-nereid (water nymph,) and can hold her breath underwater for ten minutes. Loves seafood (especially tuna,) but would never eat her pet octopus... 17 years old.

Mako Nagone- (UTAU) Luna’s best friend. Calm and chill usually. Mostly agreeable, mature, and nice. Has a well-concealed, yet fiery temper. It’s a bit hidden, but she’s super-tough. Her berserk button (hated thing) is when people discourage dreams. Acrobatic. A kunoichi (female ninja) in training. Plays viola as a hobby. Loves historical media. Loves ultra-spicy food. 17 years old.

Luna Amane- (UTAU) Mako’s best friend. She’s kind of an airhead. Rabbit fauna with youkai powers. Dramatic, eccentric, theatrical. Likes idols and astronomy. Surprisingly very adept at astronomy and math. Awful at chemistry and cooking. Wants to be an idol! Dancer trained in ballet. Likes carrot cake. Likes sparkly indie fashion. Likes magical girl shows and the manga authored by her friend, Yowa Shion. 17 years old.

Yowa Shion- (UTAU) A worrywart, thinks Teto is too impulsive. A shoujo manga artist. A bit like Teto’s “tsukkomi,” or straight man to her joker. Enjoys quieter activities like drawing and reading manga comics (romance and adventure,) cooking, cosmetics, and studying. Has an embarrassing little crush on Sora Suiga. But it’s pretty embarrassing. Her favorite food is taiyaki. Rather modest. Likes soft things and round things. Hangs out with Mako, Luna, and Sora a lot. 14 years old.

Sora Suiga- (UTAU) A dorky, yet charming and friendly sort of everyguy who likes music, sports, memes, plays Minecraft, has bad luck, is gullible, easily scared, and wishes he were cool and tough like Mako. Class clown. Mischievous. Likes curry bread. A fan of Yowa’s manga stories, and often helps her with ideas. Has a sarcastic pet squirrel named Acorn. Hangs out with Mako, Luna, and Yowa a lot. 15 years old.

Pandora Panda- (OC) Black, indigo hair in two puffy buns. Manager of Pandora’s Bakery. Teto and Momo’s boss! A bit like an older sister figure to Teto, nonetheless. However, she can be irresponsible. Purple panda fauna. A carefree person who has passion for the things the likes... which are food, shopping, and decorating! Pandora is usually carrying around a box... of fun things! Likes bamboo bread. For some reason she doesn’t like parallelograms. Her favorite shape is a hexagon, like her box. But don’t worry... her Pandora’s Box is hex-free. 18 years old.

Emi Byul- (OC) Korean, periwinkle hair. Random gremlin of memes. Yells a lot. Impulsive. Tomboyish and wild yet loves cute fashion. Plays violin. 4’10” but somehow a force to be reckoned with. Usually smiling innocently. In her random phase. However, she’s secretly insecure... 13 years old.

Nova Sol- (OC) Spanish, orange hair in pigtails. A writer. Always getting inspiration for stories. Likes citrus. Always jumping around, demanding attention. Underneath her confident and smiling exterior, she is a sentimental sap. She just doesn’t like to show that side... 14 years old.

Roy Nijine- (OC) Black and a quarter Japanese, plum purple hair in six long braids. An inventor. Stoic and grumpy. Secretly shy and sensitive. Sometimes feels lonely. Nova and Emi are his best friends, even though he pretends they get on his nerves. He actually really appreciates them and likes seeing them happy. 13 years old.

Ian Glaze- (OC) Norwegian, dark mint hair. Likes ice cream (in summer) and hotcakes (in winter.) Mild-mannered and quiet, but outgoing and sociable around friends. 15 years old. He is a bit new to Speckle Town and isn’t as close as Emi, Nova, and Roy are to each other. He is eager to become closer.

Tako Luka the octopus- (Vocaloid derivative) Luka’s pet octopus that greatly resembles her! Quite spoiled. Playful. Likes pranks. Giggly. Cannot speak human languages.

Nyan Cat- (Internet sensation, voiced with Momo Momone’s voicebank) Momo’s gray alien cat with a pop-tart for a body. Can fly and leaves a rainbow trail behind in the air. A loyal companion. Cannot speak human languages.

Muffin the bunny- (OC/stuffed animal) A relaxed and calm anthropomorphic blue bunny. Non-binary. They would talk, but are mute, so they communicate with sign-language and gestures. Loves to eat pie and take siestas.

Merengue the bunny- (OC/stuffed animal) A cheerful and humble anthropomorphic talking pink bunny. Understands sign-language. He is Muffin’s best friend. Skips everywhere. Likes to decorate.

Happy the llama- (OC/stuffed animal) A teal blue talking llama who loves to throw and attend parties! A charmer. Just a little self-centered... Wears a black top hat. Likes tap-dancing, especially at parties. Banana’s best friend. They dance together. Likes to drink Ramune soda.

Banana the lemur- (OC/stuffed animal) A graceful, yet hyperactive talking magenta lemur who does ballet and wears a pink tutu. Happy’s best friend. They dance together. Likes to drink bubble tea.

Slumber the owl- (OC/stuffed animal) A sleepy and scatterbrained talking gray owl who is an inventor. Speaks very formally. His inventions are often very genius... and often duds with specific, obscure uses. He sometimes messes up on the inventions, with humorous results. Overall, he is quite friendly and somewhat silly. Wears a monocle.

#symphony Saga: resonate #symphony saga #resonate #symphony Saga resonate #whimsica #my writing #oc #ocs #utau #vocaloid #ideas #brainstorm #life of pastell #whimsica saga #whimsica the crossover

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verilyfluxed · 4 years ago

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Why do I love you? (1/?)

Summary: He remembered the day he realized they weren't soulmates. It was the same day she broke free from the tower and the same day he truly realized his actions have consequences. Lalna could still imagine it clear as day, her face of anger and terror directed at him. At the flux creeping up her hands, changing and moving under her skin as she grasped her ruby sword.

It was bad. Very bad. And yet despite it all, Lalna could help but be disappointed when purple swirls failed to show up on his skin.

Characters: Lalna, Nanosounds, (mentions of Rythian and Lalnable Hector)

Ships: Nanocoffee

He remembered the day he realized they weren't soulmates. It was the same day she broke free from the tower and the same day he truly realized his actions have consequences. Lalna could still imagine it clear as day, her face of anger and terror directed at him. At the flux creeping up her hands, changing and moving under her skin as she grasped her ruby sword.

It was bad. Very bad. And yet despite it all, Lalna could help but be disappointed when purple swirls failed to show up on his skin. He had thought, or rather hoped, that Nano was his soulmate. There weren’t exactly many opportunities to write or color on skin to test his theory and if she had tried it would’ve been impossible to see under his lab coat and thick gloves. Sure, Lalna could have worked harder, but he thought he would've had more time. Based on the evidence, however, it was clear she was just a very good friend. It felt silly to think about something so… so trivial, when there was a much bigger danger at hand. And yet as the days passed, and the flux grew worse it was the only thing he could think of. As the purple stain crept ever further up her arms and onto her face, he felt more than just fear. When he saw it, it was a harsh reminder that he didn’t have the same markings appearing on his skin as all the legends said he should. They weren’t soulmates.

So why couldn’t he stop falling in love with her?

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Nano was getting worse and Lalna was getting desperate. It seemed every night she would cry out at nightmares and claw at her skin, begging for it to stop. Even though she never admits it, Lalna knows the whispers during the day are getting to her too. Every time he saw her hum that familiar song absentmindedly or zoned out for a few moments he was faced by the thought that this was his fault. Things that are fluxed die. They die in a horrible, terrible way and he did this to the girl he loved.

Love? He scoffed, absentmindedly working on his latest attempt at a cure. What would he know about love? Rythian was right. He was fated to be a mad scientist alone, without morals or care for others. Lalna called Lalnable evil, but weren't they the same? Clones? He had shown time and time again that he was capable of hurting Nano. He has hurt her over stupid, little, idiotic shit. She could never love him, least of all in the way he loved her. If she did love him, he didn’t deserve it.

A scream from the bedroom pulled him from his self depreciative thoughts.

Lalna stood, carefully depositing the glowing vial into a stand which was pushed to the back of his work station. Nano would have my head for working this late, he thought, quickly putting everything back into its place before heading up the stairs. As the purple canopy bed came into view Lalna saw Nano grasping at her arms, eyes wide and fearful. She was sweaty and hyperventilating, overwhelmed by the nightmare she had just woken from. Lalna briskly walked over, settling himself on the bed before pulling off his gloves and chucking them to the side. He wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close before rubbing soothing circles into her back with well practiced hands. He sunk his head onto her shoulder, providing as much soothing contact as possible to help her calm down. Lalna did this until her sobs had shrunk to the occasional sniffle and her anxious hands had fallen from her arms. She closed her eyes and leaned into his touch, pressing herself into his comforting arms.

“Hey Lalna?” she murmured, “Thank you. For everything.”

“Wouldn’t be a very good partner if I didn’t help you out from time to time.” She chuckled,

“Please, I already bloody told you you’re still my teacher.”

“I would hope we’re at least friends at this point!”

“You’re right, it wouldn’t be ethical for a teacher to go to bed with his student, wouldn't it.” Lalna shrieked in embarrassment, digging his blushing face into her hair.

“Nanoooo-” he whined as she burst out in giggles. As her laughter died out, the room was filled with a few moments of comfortable silence. Lalna leaned back, letting himself lower from his sitting position, Nano following suit by sinking into his chest.

“Hey Lal?”

“Hm?”

“Have you met your soulmate yet?” He sighed, dreading the direction of the conversation.

“No. I ‘aven’t. Have you?”

“Nah, figure I would’ve seen them already if their arms were as purple as mine.”

“Imagine trying to explain to your boss why you’re so purple. ‘Yes Mister boss man, I am so sorry I’m late, it has nothing to do with my outrageously purple state. That’s just my strangely indigo soulmate!’” he mocked, putting on a falsetto to make her laugh.

“Dork.”

“You love it.” Nano turned to flick his forehead then stopped to think for a minute. “Lal? What kind of person do you want to be your soulmate?”

“I’d want them to be my partner.”

“That was quick. Thought this through have you?”

“A few times.”

“What does ‘partner’ even mean? Like a business partner? That’s quite kinky, even for you.”

“Not like that, stupid. Lik- Ah- You know how some people just click? I guess I’d want that. We could be different people, and- and- we’d just compliment each other. We could be there for each other, and- it’s like when people are best friends? I guess I just want someone who could be my friend. After you I don’t think I want to be alone anymore.” He looked away from her, shuffling her hair from off her shoulder.

“Thats..” She thought for a moment before continuing. ‘Sweet. I like that word that you used, ‘compliment.’ I think I would get bored with some bloke who was just like me. I think someone who complimented me would be right.”

“That’s the dream.” Lalna let out a yawn. “Hey Nano? It’s getting late, I think I’ll head to my hammock before I conk out.”

“Wait!” She grasped his arm as he started to pull away. “Can you stay?” She meekly asked, looking anywhere besides Lalna’s face. Nano shook as she felt a chuckle rumble in Lalna’s chest.

“Course I’ll stay. Let me just take off my labcoat.” Lalna tried pulling off his coat with the small girl leaning across his chest, awkwardly trying to hook it off with one hand. After a few tries he managed to take it off before throwing it across the room. He could sleep in jeans, but he didn’t want to get Nano’s bed dirty with the various chemicals and dirt permeating his coat.

The two layed in bed, the very picture of domestic comfort. Nano’s legs had slid to intertwine with his, deepening the contact between them. Wrapped in his arms, Nano eyelids started to droop.

“Hey Lalna?” She said softly, on the verge of sleep. “I hope I find my soulmate soon. I don’t think I have much more time.”

While Nano started to doze off, Lalna’s blood had run cold from the admission. The moment of peace had been ruined, his mind running wild. He needed to work on the cure. He wouldn’t show her until he had something substantial, but all the time he would’ve normally devoted to eating or sleeping would be changed to cure research. He did it at his castle, he could do it now.

He would not let Nano die.

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lovelyteng · 4 years ago

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Luigi's Mansion 3 Headcanon Bio Part 2 - Female Bosses

Chambrea

Full/Real Name: Chambrea C. Gravely/Charlie Bea C. Grace

Nicknames: Chambrea (ghost name)

Occupation: Lead Maid, Current Hotel Owner and Leader of The Last Resort, Leader and Positive-Feeling Beauty of The Star Girls Ever

Floor: 5F - RIP Suites, 15F - Master Suite

Cause of Death: Died from falling the shelf

Theme Color: Violet (main body and theme), Pink (inside eyes and mouth), Indigo (glowing aura)

Species: Human Ghost, Human (formerly)

Age: 27

Birthday: August 18, 1948

Death Date: June 27, 1975

Gender: Female

Family: Hellen Gravely (older sister), Shivers (cousin)

Friends: Employees of The Last Resort; Steward (boyfriend), Morty (closest friend), DJ Phantasmagloria (sister-like best friend), Nikki (best friend forever), Lindsey (best friend forever), Ginny (best friend forever), Sercpi (best friend forever), Luigi (closest friend)

Enemies: Hellen Gravely (sister rivalry), King Boo, Nikki (formerly), Lindsey (formerly), Ginny (formerly)

Likes: Main Employees as 16, make perfect for event

Dislikes: Sister's evil acting, get away the her friends

Powers: Clean Manipulation, X-ray Visions

Voice Actor/Actress: Jill Talley (speaking), Grey Griffin (singing)

Serpci

Full/Real Name: Serpci F. Histore/Sally F. Hiller

Nicknames: My queen (other employee ghosts in floor)

Occupation: Royal Magic of The Last Resort, History Brain and Beauty of The Star Girls Ever

Floor: 10F - Tomb Suites

Cause of Death: Sacrifice by Gods of Egypt

Theme Color: Orange-Yellow (main body and theme), White Orange (inside eyes and mouth and outside glowing aura)

Species: Human Ghost, Human (formerly)

Age: 29

Birthday: July 21, 2000 BCE

Death Date: August 17, 1971 BCE

Gender: Female

Family: Ug (older brother), Robert (cousin), Madame Clairvoya (cousin)

Friends: Employees of The Last Resort; King MacFrights (best friend), Captain Fishhook (boyfriend), Nikki (closest friend to best friend forever), Lindsey (closest friend to best friend forever), Ginny (closest friend to best friend forever), DJ Phantasmagloria (closest friend to best friend forever), Chambrea (closest friend to best friend forever), Luigi

Enemies: Hellen Gravely, King Boo

Likes: Dr. Potter's intelligent quests

Dislikes: Forget her future visions to her boyfriend

Powers: Sand Manipulation, Poison Immune and Power, Mind Reading, Future Visions and Reading

Voice Actor/Actress: Grey Griffin (speaking), Jennifer Hale (singing)

Nikki

Full/Real Name: Nikki M. Poltergove/Nicole M. Pattison

Nicknames: Nik, Magical Brain (Morty and Steward), One Ponytail (everyone else)

Occupation: Lead Brain Magician and Ringmaster of The Last Resort, Magical Brain of The Star Girls Ever

Floor: 11F - Twisted Suites

Cause of Death: Died with along her sisters by exploded the bombs

Theme Color: Purple (main body and theme), White Purple (inside eyes and mouth), Violet (glowing aura)

Species: Human Ghost, Human (formerly)

Age: 16

Birthday: March 29, 1980

Death Date: February 15, 1997

Gender: Female

Family: Lindsey (oldest triplet sister), Ginny (older triplet sister), Bogmire (cousin)

Friends: Employees of The Last Resort; Clem (boyfriend), Steward (closest friend), Morty (closest friend), DJ Phantasmagloria (closest friend to best friend forever), Chambrea (closest friend to best friend forever), Serpci (best friend forever), Luigi

Enemies: Hellen Gravely, King Boo, DJ Phantasmagloria (formerly), Chambrea (formerly)

Likes: Clem, billiard balls, playing the games

Dislikes: Cheating the games, lies

Powers: Magic Spell, Illusion Magic, Hypnosis

Voice Actor/Actress: Tara Strong (speaking), Mae Whitman (singing)

Lindsey

Full/Real Name: Lindsey M. Poltergove/Lindy M. Pattison

Nicknames: Lin, Magical Brawn (Morty and Steward), Two Long Pigtails (everyone else)

Occupation: Brawn Magician and Musician of The Last Resort, Magical Brawn of The Star Girls Ever

Floor: 11F - Twisted Suites

Cause of Death: Died with along her sisters by exploded the bombs

Theme Color: Purple (main body and theme), White Purple (inside eyes and mouth), Violet (glowing aura)

Species: Human Ghost, Human (formerly)

Age: 16

Birthday: March 29, 1980

Death Date: February 15, 1997

Gender: Female

Family: Nikki (youngest triplet sister), Ginny (younger triplet sister), Bogmire (cousin)

Friends: Employees of The Last Resort; Amadeus Wolfgeist (boyfriend), Steward (closest friend), Morty (closest friend), DJ Phantasmagloria (closest friend to best friend forever), Chambrea (closest friend to best friend forever), Serpci (best friend forever), Luigi

Enemies: Hellen Gravely, King Boo, DJ Phantasmagloria (formerly), Chambrea (formerly)

Likes: Amadeus, music for Amadeus, toy bunny

Dislikes: Being hurt as angry from bumping

Powers: Magic Spell, Gravity Change, Dove Form

Voice Actor/Actress: Tara Strong (speaking), Jessica DiCicco (singing)

Ginny

Full/Real Name: Ginny M. Poltergove/Ginnie M. Pattison

Nicknames: Gin, Magical Beauty (Morty and Steward), Two Short Pigtails with Curly Front (everyone else)

Occupation: Beauty Magician and Makeover of The Last Resort, Magical Beauty and Friend-Maker of The Star Girls Ever

Floor: 11F - Twisted Suites

Cause of Death: Died with along her sisters by exploded the bombs

Theme Color: Purple (main body and theme), White Purple (inside eyes and mouth), Violet (glowing aura)

Species: Human Ghost, Human (formerly)

Age: 16

Birthday: March 29, 1980

Death Date: February 15, 1997

Gender: Female

Family: Nikki (younger triplet sister), Lindsey (older triplet sister), Bogmire (cousin)

Friends: Employees of The Last Resort; Kruller (boyfriend), Steward (closest friend), Morty (closest friend), DJ Phantasmagloria (closest friend to best friend forever), Chambrea (closest friend to best friend forever), Serpci (best friend forever), Luigi

Enemies: Hellen Gravely, King Boo, DJ Phantasmagloria (formerly), Chambrea (formerly)

Likes: Kruller, being nice, hats

Dislikes: Being argument to her sisters, disgust for dirty hats and stuffs

Powers: Magic Spell, Teleportion, Size Change

Voice Actor/Actress: Tara Strong

DJ Phantasmagloria

Full/Real Name: Phantasmagloria "Rhythm" F. MacFrights/Perri Gloria F. Miller

Nicknames: Gloria, DJ, Glo (Morty)

Occupation: DJ and Dancer of The Last Resort, Second-In-Command and Technology Brain and Brawn of The Star Girls Ever, Co-Leader of Boss Music Timbres

Floor: 14F - The Dance Hall

Cause of Death: Burned by inside Music Night Club before smashed by car

Theme Color: Rose Red (main body and theme), Yellow (inside eyes and mouth), Orange (glowing aura)

Species: Human Ghost, Human (formerly)

Age: 22

Birthday: November 14, 1965

Death Date: October 7, 1987

Gender: Female

Family: King MacFrights (father), Captain Fishook (uncle)

Friends: Employees of The Last Resort; Steward (closest friend) Morty (boyfriend), Serpci (best friend forever), Kruller (closest friend), Amadeus Wolfgeist (closest friend), Clem (closest friend), Nikki (best friend forever), Lindsey (best friend forever), Ginny (best friend forever), Luigi

Enemies: Hellen Gravely, King Boo, Nikki (formerly), Lindsey (formerly)

Likes: Music, together music with Amadeus

Dislikes: Bring blind as hurt for her eyes

Powers: Fire Manipulation and Power, Music Wave, Flare Record Wheels

Voice Actor/Actress: Jill Talley

#luigi's mansion 3 #chambrea #serpci #nikki #lindsey #ginny #dj phantasmagloria

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nctzendreamz · 5 years ago

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HOMECOMING — PART I

Prologue / Part l / Part ll / Part lll

Summary: The year is 3030, and the divide between the rich and poor couldn’t be greater. Wildwood University is the most prestigious school in the entire world, but it isn’t only because of the impeccable flying cars that can be seen best during the fuchsia lit nights, or the dexterous education everyone receives. It has secrets. A lot of secrets.

Genre: Gang!AU, Futuristic!AU, Dystopian!AU

Warnings: Vivid descriptions of violence, foul language, drug use, and murder.

Taeyong had never been on a train before. In NEO, there was no reason to use them. No one could afford to go anywhere, but even on the rare occasion that you had no children, and owned a buisness successful enough to have the cash, you couldn’t past the test; the certification test.

The purpose of the certification test was to ensure that people who resided in NEO, or practically anywhere that had the familiar smell of poor water systems and hunger breath, couldn’t cross the border that lead to the “brightest place on earth”; Valhalla. They asked impossible questions, but most importantly, you couldn’t have a criminal record. Something impossible in poverty and they knew that.

Valhalla didn’t feel like a real place. I mean, Taeyong knows it’s real because they always drop the brochures from their solar powered helicopters four times a year; one for every season. Everyone always runs and practically slips on eachother’s drool to get the newest addition of the futuristic landmarks they decide to bless the masses with. Photo’s only, of course.

Taeyong finds it to be quite taunting. To actually give these people any hope that they could make it over. It was hilarious.

If you work hard, you too, can see the light. Absolutely pathetic.

Currency wasn’t a familiar term back home either. You purchased what you needed with other things; your body, drugs, or being a child.

Everyone had sympathy for the children that came into the convinence stores with dark hands, and heavy bags under their eyes indicating they had the weight of the world on their shoulders, but also the slouch that proved they knew even now that there was no out. This was life. Now, they just had to figure out how to live it.

He’s alone right now. The sound of the tracks and rails continuously slapping against eachother was unfamiliar, but he didn’t mind it. He enjoyed hearing new sounds, smelling new things; good or bad. Even the scenery that laid before him wasn’t too harsh.

He can see the homeless on the streets, currently trying to prepare for the storm that was predicted to come tonight. With the small amount of privilege he has, there is a radio in their residence. Maybe this was because if not for that, everyday would seem like a hurricane was out to murder them all for good. Black and white vision didn’t leave room for much imagination.

“I haven’t taken this drive in a while, kid.” The man conducting this ride hadn’t spoken a word to him this entire time, but he didn’t mind the conversation. Even with his lack of communication skills, he was willing to put in an effort.

“That’s nice.”

“You know, I think we should throw a fucking party. I mean, you have to be extemely intelligent to be going across the border. A fucking genius.”

A drunken confession. Not surprising to Taeyong as everyone in NEO was on something. Or everything.

“But you know what, I know about you.” He starts, but Taeyong doesn’t move a muscle. He had been injected with enough Indigo to last him the next 48 hours; enough time to get on the campus without a squeak. Sooman promised he would give him further instructions later on. “I know you have some connections. But don’t worry, your secret is safe with me. I don’t know what you do, but I respect it.”

“Do you?”

“I do.”

Being so high, Taeyong can’t speak any longer. His hand rummages through his black bag that usually held his heavier weapons, and he feels for the blanket that never left his sights. It’s old place was on his bunk he shared with Jaehyun. He had the top. Now that he thinks about it, Jaehyun was quite jealous that he was the chosen one for this particular mission. He joked, saying that he must have sucked enough dick for a lifetime, considering he was obviously better looking, and more charming, but didn’t get chosen.

Taeyong simply shrugged, one of his signature moves. “I’m a better shooter, a more cold blooded killer, and my dicks bigger.”

But back to the blanket. Secretly, he was able to preserve the scent. His parents scent. This blanket, although seeming like a rather childish need, was his safe place. It was the last thing they gave him before he came downstairs one morning, expecting a large breakfast becuase they promised him. And they never broke promises. But instead he found them dismembered, blood splattered all across their wooden floors.

Even while thinking about his nightmare, there was no anxiety. He falls into slumber more peacefully than he ever had before, as he doesn’t have his guard up. No one is out to get him right now. He’s on his way to Valhalla, after all.

Also, thank God for Indigo.

Hours had passed, followed with the drunken conductor spewing on about how NEO could make it out. Become a real city, and purge its current anarchy position. Taeyong took the seat all the way in the back, so he obviously thought he was getting a response. Taeyong heard none of it.

Oddly enough, he feels himself waking up just when the train seemed to be slowing down. Taking a plane, or a jet, would’ve been so much quicker, but he doesn’t mind the good rest. It’s supposedly night time now, but there is a glow radiating from the sky. Damnit, he wished he could see the color. It was rumored to be fuchsia every single night. Every damn night.

Taeyong begins to stretch out his back muscles like a swan, preparing himself for his true specialty. He looks out the window, making sure they are in the correct location. The woods are steep; trees everywhere. According the brochures, this was a frequent camping spot for the residents of Valhalla. You had a perfect view of the burning stars that always left the weather warm, and sweet.

In his pocket, he feels around for the paper. He knows he can’t experience those luxuries right now, but it’s not against the rules to imagine, right?

A sweet vanilla scent always fills Camp Lolly! Maybe it’s because we wanted it to match with the pink sky! Or maybe it’s because you deserve it. Either way, you need to bring the whole family! Opening March 21, 3030.

Taeyong chuckles to himself. Cute, he thinks, already feeling the familiar rush of blood bounce around his anatomy. He hasn’t even touched his pistol yet, but his mouth was watering. He even felt his member getting excited, something he had never in his life experienced. He had never been dosed with this much.

“I don’t know why we stopped here.” The conductor takes another swing of his drink. “But I trust you. Wasn’t our conversation just amazing this whole trip? You know, maybe when you come back we can catch up in different ways?”

With the silence that filled the train, you would assume that he wasn’t in it. But that was the best part. A sky fox, he was. He’s crawling on the floor, looking nothing less of a demon. The sight is horrid, and as he approaches his prey, he can feel his eyes flashing. He had never been able to look in the mirror to see if this was a real thing. If the color was actually a bright purple color. Regardless, it feels good. It feels so good, he wants to scream.

“Taeyong? Where are—

Splat.

The pistol is silent even as it cools off, smoke receding from the hole. There’s a fat blood stain on the window, and it brings comfort to Taeyong. He can’t smell it, but he inhales deeply anyway. God, he wanted so badly to keep going. To take this high and do things he had never done before. Shoot him more, squeeze his throat to see if he can make it burst. But there’s no time for that.

“Sorry, buddy.” He laughs loudly. “But you talk too fucking much. Also, bosses orders.” He looks at the watch he always sported on his left wrist; tapping it twice. The text he recieved just minutes before the train showed up hologrammed above the dead body.

Get rid of him when you get there safely.

With his black gloves on, and his mask now covering his identity, he throws the man down the stairs of the train. He cleans the leftover blood on his way out, and with the strength of a million men and woman, he carries his body to the deepest parts of the greenland.

“Did you handle it?”

“Of course I did.”

“I know you can’t see it, but how does it look? It looks different, doesn’t it?”

Different was an understatement. Taeyong had found a safe place to finish his resting, and he was so ready. He was so ready to step foot onto the campus, class.

“They have black bricks.” He stares up, eyes rushing to search for everything. The scenery screamed the future. He can hear cars zooming down the road. They’re everywhere. People are laughing, and walking around with genuine smiles on their faces. Girls are with boys, and they’re not being assaulted, or being forced to show themselves just so they can eat. Some are even holding hands.

The grass seems so soft. More than ever now, does he want his colored vision. Grass is green, but he knew this grass was greener. Possibly a completely different shade of green.

“They have a lot more than black bricks, boy.” Sooman laughs, finding this whole ordeal too adorable. “They look clean don’t they?”

“Mhm.” Taeyong swallows.

“Your Indigo is wearing off.”

“How do you know?” He’s asking questions, but he’s not even listening. He’s quite distracted with the rumble echoing through the sky. On the brochure it always describes the day as blue. So that’s what color he was going with.

“You’re feeling a lot right now.”

“I can take extra. I don’t want you to think—

“Calm down, boy. You deserve to have fun. Starting today, no more Indigo for you. First and foremost, people will start asking you questions, and if your senses are off, it’ll expose you completely. But at the same time, you obviously can’t just stop taking them completely. You’ll be a mess. You’re smart enough to split the grams in half, lessening the dosage, aren’t you?”

“Are you sure? I mean—

“God, I’ve haven’t heard you ramble this much since I found you.”

That sentence brings an unfamiliar tingle to Taeyong’s chest. As usual, that days pops right into his memory, but he’s not content. He can feel his blood pressure rising slightly as he can see the blood again. The way their eyes were in the back of their heads, and their skin was pale.

“Sorry.” Is all he can muster.

“Take a half right now. It will calm you down. Call me when you see her.”

“Okay. See you when I come back.” He speaks, immediately hanging up the phone. Why the fuck did he just say that? So fucking sappy, and weird.

He continues to walk around the large campus. He can still feel that shaking, and it’s making him quite anxious. Just how he was feeling when he got this mission. The worst part of it all, or maybe the best part, was that his mission wasn’t what was bringing him the slight shake. He had literally been sent to murder the president of the most prestigious university in the world, and his entire family, but no sweat.

“Excuse me.” He finally speaks, noticing a girl, white hair, cruising cooly beside him. They happened to be walking over a bridge, assisting them over water. Beforehand, he thought he saw little fish swimming around in it, but he would have to test that later.

“What’s up?”

“What is that vibration? I’m new here.”

“Oh come on, don’t tell me you don’t know?”

His heart slightly stops, but he catches himself as his feet continue to scrape against the cobblestone walkway. He doesn’t care if it’s annoying the girl. He enjoys the sound.

“It’s landing hour. All the people who have flying cars are arriving at school as we speak. Some of them come in flocks, some alone. Most in flocks though.”

“Flocks?” He questions with an innocent head tilt. He knows what the word means, but he wanted to know what kind. Did they have gangs here too?

“You know, sports teams?” Her voice is becoming lighter, indicating she either was really annoyed with his idiotic questions, or she genuinely felt sorry for him.

“Yeah of course!” He corrects, turning his inner liar back on. More like outer liar. Not being on Indigo was way harder than he ever could’ve imagined. Especially when talking was his only way of finishing his mission. “I just mean, what kind of sports do they have here.”

“Well, we have the typical stuff. Swimming, floating rollerskating, but our most popular team is the speed demons. Electrical NASCAR. Hard to explain? you just have to see it in person. Complete jocks. So hot.” She gushes.

“Interesting.” He notes. “Why can we feel them, but not see them?”

“You see, everyone thinks that just because you go here that you’re rich. But that’s not true. I only drive a Tesla! My parents would never even think about buying a flying car! Even though I’m at the school that fucking invented them—anyways,” she breathes, slapping herself a quick time, “they have privileges, like their own parking lot. If you’re on the other side of the campus, you can see them rolling in, but from here? They don’t think we deserve it.”

“Right.” His lips are now folded into a thin line, wanting so badly to scoff at her. She was complaining about having a Tesla, when he had never even been inside a car. Fuck you. He thinks to himself. He’s not stupid enough to say it outloud. This girl is clearly naive, even if annoyed, and he knows he can get more information out of her.

They finally make it over the bridge, and Taeyong continues to observe the campus. There’s more students on this side. He can see ramps, and people using their hoverboards to skate and do tricks. It’s almost an electrical current thats surrounds the boards; lightning. They have no shoulder pads or knee, clearly knowing they are safe. No danger in sight.

“I never asked for your name?” He slides in, adjusting her book bag strap ever so slightly. He notices her blush.

“Mackenzie.” She chokes out. “You?”

“Lee.” He answers simply. “You like it’s here? Other than not having a flying car?” He chuckles. She can’t see or hear the aggression behind it. If his drugs weren’t wearing off, he might have fed on her like the idiot she was later tonight.

“I love it.” She sighs in content. “You meet a lot of great people here who just want to keep the world a beautiful place. Valhalla is...magical. Funny enough, the flying car guys may be hot jerks, but one of them has a sister.”

His ears perk up immediately. This can’t be this easy, can it? The chances of your name about to leave her mouth was actually quite slim, but it was possible. And a possibility is an opportunity.

“Really? Who?”

“Johnny and Y/N. Hottest people here. I know I say hot a lot, but they’re like—sexy. Most popular kids on the campus.” Her hand reaches for his own, and she slyly takes his schedule from his hand. She opens it promptly as they hault at a large pair of stairs. It’s a hologram, and rumor has it; your feet tingle when you walk on it.

Everyone gets a boost! The sign floats.

“Funny enough, she’s in the class. We all have class together.” She smirks. She’s happy. She thinks she has a chance to get with him; or at the least, get in his pants. “Environmental science.” She finishes. “Lucky me.”

He laughs, this time loudly. It echoes, and he sees her smiling even brighter from the sound. This makes him laugh even louder, taking his first steps into his new life; temporarily of course. It does indeed tingle, and feels himself waking up even more.

“No, Mackenzie,” he breaths out, taking a hand and swiping it through his hair ever so gently. “Lucky me.”

When he walks in, his heart stops. The ceiling seems to be unreachable as it practically touches the moon. He also can see right through it, although it seems to be able to protect from horrible weather conditions.

“Also lucky both of us, we’re here.” Mackenzie walks up to a black door; a keypad floating in the center. Her thumb locks itself on the scanner, and it opens immediately. Well, more like dissapeared. He quickly follows behind her, but is stopped and shocked, causing him to hiss.

“What—“ he ravels, rubbing his stomach from the pain. From the other side, he can see her, laughing at him. She thinks it’s cute.

“Everyone has to use their thumb print.” She confesses.

“You couldn’t have told me that before I walked behind you?”

“Everyone has to learn.”

Real funny, Mackenzie. More now than ever did he know she was going to be added to his list.

He sticks his thumb on the pad, and sticks his foot through to be safe. He’s in, and he can see so many people inside. The desks are all levitating; it’s unbelievable. He looks to see if there’s a professor, but there’s nobody. At least not yet.

“You can sit with me. Study buddies?” She cooes, locking his arms into hers, and for a split second, he almost reacts. He was not used to so much affection, not even with his brothers. They weren’t touching unless their hands were around your throat.

Once again, he’s following her lead. She hops on seemingly thin air, adjusting herself into the chair. He does the same, and now that he’s up, he can look around. All over, he can see familiar images. The images from the brochures.

Goon Lagon! Limy likepark! Winter frost!

There’s also a huge map resting in the back of the classroom. He’s too far to read what it says, but he wants so badly to know if NEO even made the cut. Do these people even know it exists? Probably so, right? A smile is creeping on his face again, because he really did it. He’s a monster, invading their world.

He’s caught up in his thoughts, but not so much that he doesn’t notice the door clearing again. He immediately breaks into a cold sweat when he sees who’s coming in.

It’s you. Johnny can also be seen, and he prays that he’s not in this class as well. That would make things so much harder. The two of you hug, followed by hoots and hollers from the guys floating in the back. They must be on the team, too, as they sport similar coats.

Your walk; it’s addicting. The sway in your hips is something Taeyong wasn’t acccustomed to, and the outfit you sport. He can’t see it, well the color, but in reality you’re wearing an orange tube top that read “NASCAR”, and has a car zooming on a track as a finishing touch. Your orange pants match perfectly. You had combat boots, just as he did on your feet, and shades were covering your face. You looked exactly what Mackenzie said you were; popular.

He expects you to find a way to sit in the back. Those seem to be your people. Your potential protectors. But without even thinking about it, seemingly, you hop up right beside him. You remove your shades from your face in dramatic fashion, and your eyes; they’re beautiful. They don’t even have to be a bright color. They’re just black to him, but they’re sparkling.

And yet, he’s unfazed. You’re nothing special, he thinks. A pretty face was nothing.

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