#lord I miss Patti

[theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction]

Imagine Sanji getting told off for the pantry rendezvous with you…

A/n: Part 1 got such love. It was only fair to see the other side.

Also, I read every single one of your tags and comments. I’m slow to reply but I see you x

Zeff had already spoken to you about what had transpired. The next stop was his lovestruck sous-chef who constantly drove him up the Baratie walls.

Sanji couldn’t understand why Zeff kept pulling him away from you. He’d have thought that the man had experienced some form of attachment in his younger days to understand better. But clearly, his shitty restaurant was more important.

Huffing, Sanji wiped his hands on a clean towel and grabbed a tomato from the bowl of vegetables in dire need of prep work. Quietly, he began dicing. His thoughts slowly drifting off to when he stood close to you only moments ago.

Thunk, thunk… thunk.

The unmistakable wooden leg echoed against the kitchen tiles, stopping when they reached his station. Sanji didn’t need to look up - he knew Zeff was at the other end of the counter watching silently.

A few beats passed and even the blonde-cook disliked the lingering audience. “If you’re going to stand there all day, I could use an extra pair of hands.” He said.

“That’s funny because I was thinking of feeding yours to the sharks.” Zeff snapped.

The cook slowed his knife movements and squinted. “That’s a bit extreme.”

“Trust me it’s lenient compared to the other bit I had in mind.”

Picking up a carrot, Sanji shook his head and began chopping. “I’m not sure what you’re upset about, I hardly distracted Y/n enough to slow the line.” He defended preemptively.

Zeff crossed his arms. “I’m not here to talk about your distractions although that’s high on my very long list.” At this point he’d have a full-volumed series.

The blonde-chef had worked his way through at least another two more vegetables and was busy with a cauliflower. He was biting back the urge to tell the old man that he was the one being distracting.

“You use your hands to cook in this kitchen, Little Eggplant. You don’t use them to fool around in the pantry.”

The blade missed the leaf and slammed against the chopping board. Sanji’s reaction was almost the same as yours. Muscles stiff, jaw slack as if he had been confronted with the Lord of the Coast.

How had he found out? Granted that neither of you were completely silent but you had been quiet enough to not cause any stirs from the sleeping crew.

Zeff narrowed his eyes. He could see gears ticking away in the young man’s eyes.

“Apples.” He stated which only confused the poor boy. “They sit in baskets at the top of the shelf except when they’re on the floor.”

Sanji cleared his throat and immediately deflected. “How do you know it wasn’t a drunken Patty stumbling around in there?”

The blue-haired chef was too far away to hear his name be thrown into the mix. A blessing in disguise otherwise Sanji risked a saucepan to the head.

“He’s never been that drunk.” Zeff argued.

“Well, we’re on a floating restaurant.” Sanji tried again. “It’s hardly stable ground so you know, it rocks.”

Zeff was not impressed. He moved around the counter and grabbed Sanji’s tie, pulling him through the bustling kitchen. None of the other cooks seemed to have noticed in the frenzy of the lunch rush.

It wasn’t a far walk and Zeff finally came to a stop at the scene of the crime. He walked Sanji inside the large space of the pantry and then stepped forward, pointing at the base of the metal shelving units.

“Because of your little stunt, the bolts that ground the shelves to the floor need to be repaired - trust me Little Eggplant, the Baratie doesn’t rock that hard.”

A small glaze fell over Sanji’s eyes as his mind recalled exactly why those shelves suffered. He had tried so hard to be gentle but you were far too intoxicating when he-

“Oi!” Zeff snapped his fingers loudly, a scowl on his face. “That wasn’t a cue for you to take a trip memory lane.”

When Sanji refocused and calmed the warm feeling in his chest, he noticed that the shelves were empty. Not an apple basket in sight. An oddity for a restaurant of this scale.

“Uh, where are the supplies?” He asked curiously.

The Head Chef huffed. “I’ve had them moved temporarily to fix the damage you caused. And so place can be thoroughly cleaned.”

He turned away from the boy to examine the framework. In all his years, these shelves had stood their ground. Now, after the romantic antics of two of his best cooks, they needed repairing.

He needed to find solution for the Sanji-Y/n problem otherwise no surface of the Baratie would be safe.

Behind him, Sanji’s eyes brightened as a thought came to mind. “So you’re saying that the space will be unoccupied for a while?”

Zeff nodded with a long sigh. “It’ll be a few weeks at least until-” when he finally caught on to what Sanji was thinking, his eyes almost popped out of his head. Whipping around, Zeff pointed at him sternly. “Don’t be getting any ideas, Little Eggplant!” He shouted. “Hands to yourself or you lose them, am I clear?”

Sanji held his hands up in surrender and said nothing. The moustached man stormed out of the pantry, grumbling about his blonde-haired headache. He had had enough of loved-up cooks for one morning.

As Zeff began barking orders about the kitchen once more, Sanji stayed back in the pantry for a little while longer.

He glanced at the shelves and their askew hinges, letting out a small hum. Pride filled his chest and then burst with a huge surge of love for you. Sanji couldn’t wait until the lunch rush was over to find you once more.

What difference would it make if the repairmen found some broken shelves instead?

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[mydearlybeloathed]

𝐖𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 (?)

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you, now a successful singer, and sanji, now a pirate, reunite unexpectedly when you return to baratie for a one night only performance.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: opla!sanji x fem!singer!reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 4k

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: use Y/N, zeff is a meddler, mild angst

𝐎𝐏 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

When Sanji woke up that morning, he hadn’t expected a song would be the one to bruise his ego.

It was a relatively normal morning, filled with shuffling around the Going Merry with a pen and pad asking for special grocery requests. It was the usual, for the most part; Zoro wanted alcohol, Luffy asked for lamb, Nami needed brown sugar for something she wanted to make, and Usopp requested chocolate chips. 

All a routine order to convince Zeff to hand over, Sanji mused, flipping shut his notepad as the Merry docked at Baratie. Another supply run was nothing out of the ordinary. They’d be out by the next morning if he had any say in it. 

Then he saw the mischievous glint in Zeff’s eyes, and suddenly, Sanji was nervous.

“What?” He tried to laugh it off. When all Zeff did was clap a hand on Sanji’s shoulder, the Strawhat cook’s curiosity turned to panic. “Zeff, you’ve got that look. What is it?”

Zeff shrugged and led the way further into the kitchen. It was early in the morning, breakfast being prepared as the two spoke. “Ah, nothin’.” He smirked to himself. “I’m just debating whether I should tell you, or let you find out.”

Sanji blinked, now very, very concerned for his own wellbeing. “You should definitely tell me.”

The old man let out a laugh and completely ruined Sanji’s day with just two simple words: “She’s back.”

There was no need for elaboration; Sanji knew exactly who she was. His heart dropped and all color drained from his face, jaw effectively slack. The sight had Zeff’s chest hurting with how hard he laughed.

“I—Why in the seven hells would she be comin’ here, Zeff?” Sanji clawed at his hair, sitting back against a counter and stumbling for his senses. “Last I checked she wanted nothing to do with this place.”

Zeff tutted. “Last I checked she wanted nothing to do with you, little eggplant. She left Baratie with nothing but fond memories of me.”

“That’s—!” Sanji faltered, lips pursed. “That’s fair, actually.”

“Just thought I’d warn you,” sadi Zeff as he moved to shoo a younger cook away from some vegetables and started to chop them himself. Sanji took his place beside him and found himself a knife, mincing some carrots to speed the process along.

Zeff smiled warmly. “She offered to come sing for the guests. I wasn’t about to turn her away. I raised you both. It’s natural I miss her. Then you said your crew needed more supplies the same week she’s here, and well… Would it be wrong to admit this is turning out really well for me?”

“No,” Sanji snapped back. His neck ached and his shoulders were tense, but he just kept on chopping away with practiced ease. “How in hell is any of this good?”

“You two used to be fine as friends,” Zeff reasoned. “It’s only when ya’ tried bein’ more that things went south.”

Sanji didn’t need Zeff to remind him that he’d completely, utterly, definitely screwed up any chance of being at least friends with you again. He knew that. He’d accepted it long ago. It didn’t mean Sanji was any less heartbroken about it.

“Relax,” said Zeff after he had enough of the suffocating silence. “She’s over you. You’re over her.” He finished up the vegetables and called back over the nervous little cook. “I’m sure you know her career took off. She came back to sing for Baratie before her tour ‘round the seas.”

He clapped Sanji on his shoulder and shook him a bit. “One night only. It’s sure to be great.”

Sure, except everything that Zeff had just said was entirely wrong. Sanji was in no way over you.

And Lord knew you weren’t over him either.

Across the sea-top restaurant was you, face pale, eyes wide and glaring daggers into Patty and Carne. The pair stood exchanging worried glances as you sputtered out words they could hardly understand.

“Bastards!” That they could gather. “Why didn’t Zeff tell me Sanji would be here? The only reason I accepted the invitation was because I knew Sanji was off playing pirates.” You tugged at your hair. “Or he’s supposed to be.”

“Don’t look at us!” Patty said, hands raised in surrender. The burly man offered a consoling smile. “Zeff didn’t know.”

You pointed a finger at him, a wild look in your eyes. “So you think! So you think! I bet he arranged this whole thing behind our backs!”

You knew you sounded crazy. Hell, you felt erratic at this point. Seeing Sanji was not something you were mentally prepared for just yet. You rubbed at your temples. “God, I haven’t seen him since I left.”

“It’ll be fine,” Carne siad, his hands settling on your shoulders and giving you a little shake. “Just fine.”

Patty nodded and caught sight of your agent peering around the corner she was eavesdropping from, tapping her watch with a pointed look on her face. Patty mimed rushed assurances and turned back to you. “I doubt he’ll even have the nerve to show up. Not after everything.”

You wiped a stressed tear from your eyes. “You think?”

Patty started to guide you down the hall toward the room your panicky agent was now awaiting in. “Yep. He’s a wimp like that.”

“Yeah,” you agreed, slowly nodding your head. “He won’t even show up. I’ll go out there, do my set, talk to Zeff again, and book it outta here.”

Your steps were more confident as you headed for your room. Carne rolled his eyes at you, in a fond kind of way of course. “Atta girl.”

You pumped a fist as you disappeared around the corner, and the two men could breathe easy now that they were free of your scathing eyes.

જ⁀➴

Ever since you and Sanji first met, it’d been complicated.

Zeff didn’t believe in letting women work in his restaurant. He knew what type of guest his establishment attracted; from the sleazy rich to the sketchy pirates, Zeff didn’t believe it was necessarily safe for women to work there. 

But then there was you, some scrappy ten year-old from the docks of some port he couldn't recall the name of.

You’d been playing a guitar far too big for you, an upturned hat before you. Zeff was bartering for a fair price on some radishes not too far away. He caught the tailend of a song as you finished, the only word to describe the sound being angelic. But Zeff didn’t have time to listen to street urchins play guitar. 

Hours passed and he was back in Baratie's kitchen, sitting at the table eating some soup he’d prepared the day before. All was well and all was quiet. The ship was back at sea. The storage was fully stocked. The little eggplant was out of the way for once. He had a moment to breathe.

“AGH–AAAAH! ZEEEEFF!”

A moment short lived, and he was back to adolescent induced suffocation. The old man’s brows pinched, a migraine on the horizon. Maybe if he ignored it…

The kitchen doors swung open to reveal none other than the eggplant—Sanji’s face was all red, his hair a mess, and he was dragging a girl behind him with a fist in her hair.

Zeff jumped to his feet, this being the last thing he expected when he heard Sanji’s whistle note scream. “Sanji—!”

“Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!” The girl—you—offered a swift kick to Sanji’s groin. You massaged at your scalp while the boy keeled and flopped over in agony. “Bitch, you ripped out some of my hair!”

Sanji groaned, practically writhing. Zeff nearly felt bad, until he recognized you. “You’re the kid from the docks!”

Before you could offer your quippy reply, Sanji had sent a kick to your shin that had you joining him on the ground. Idiots, the both of you.

Zeff had meant to kick you off when they docked at a port the next month… but, well, you had nowhere to go, and he’d grown used to how you and Sanji bickered back and forth so seamlessly. 

(He’d known before anyone else that you and Sanji had something special, even if the pair of you were too stubborn to admit it.)

Zeff didn’t think he’d ever make an exception to his rules, but then there was you, and there wasn’t much use in saying no to you. 

It started as being a hostess, guiding guests to their tables, and then it was bussing tables. You even tried your hand in the kitchen and were swiftly kicked out after the first fire scare. Then, you’d asked to sing, and Zeff had no objections. 

But even as he grew to think of you as part of his odd excuse for a family, itt was obvious to him that you had no wish to dedicate your life to the restaurant. 

You’d had to abandon your guitar when you stowed away on Baratie, but your voice had no hindering. He heard you when you thought no one else cared to listen—Sanji did too, and Zeff always thought the eggplant realized he loved you the first time he heard you sing.

Sanji wouldn’t try to disagree. He knew there was a point in the timeline of him knowing you where his annoyance at your existence turned into a kind of reverence he had no power to stop. He swore you were a siren, sent from the depths to torment his every waking moment. 

As he grew older his affections only grew worse and worse, until he couldn’t help but kiss you—his very first mistake.

Sanji knew he was far from perfect, and he was far from ever deserving such a sweet love as the one you offered, but God, how he tried.

He failed, always, and that was a torture he tried not to dwell on.

Every time he fell for you, you seemed to fall harder, and he was never good at keeping up. You had dreams and so did he, and as the years drew on, it just… didn’t work, and the on-again-off-again romance was draining you both of any chance for fixing what was left of your friendship.

He tried to blame it on wrong place and wrong time, because he hoped it wasn’t simply wrong person. Sanji promised himself he would keep trying to be good for you until the day he died—but he kept failing. He kept disappointing you, breaking things off only to start them up again, he kept charming other women right in front of you.

Nobody’s perfect, but he could’ve at least tried a little harder.

Then came the day you’d left, finally having enough of his indecision and going out to fulfill all your dreams… With barely a goodbye to him. You’d left a note, of course, but it was short and cold and heartbreaking: “Dear Sanji, don’t miss me. Sincerely, Y/N.”

Sincerely. How was he ever supposed to recover from that?

As far as Sanji knew, you were doing well. There were posters and radio announcements about you, this up and coming star with the voice of an angel. 

And now to the present, where he stood taking a smoke outside the Baratie’s entrance. The moon was high and the stars peaked out from the clouds. The long trail of guests filing into the restaurant for dinner was thinning. 

Sanji took a drag and imagined you, in your room having last minute jitters before heading out to sing. 

“Sanji?” It was Nami, stepping out into the chill night air, concern written all over her face. “You coming?”

His pause was a bit too long, and Nami tried again, “You don’t have to…”

“I…” He wanted to. God, how he wanted to hear you sing again. “I think I’ll stay out here.”

She stood there a moment longer like she wanted to argue, to snap some sense into him and get him to at least try to speak to you. There was so much history, after all, even if Nami didn’t know the half of it. But she went back inside with a hefty sigh, leaving Sanji alone with his tendrils of smoke and wallowing self-pity.

જ⁀➴

Your agent, Flora, was messing with your curls, pulling them over your shoulders as you tapped your thumb on the wood of the guitar hung around your shoulders. 

“Now,” she fussed. “There’s a platform set up at the center of the room. I tested the acoustics at dawn before anybody else could get inside and it's perfect. Just right.”

Her little smile faded when she caught your eye. “Hun, what’s wrong?” She raised a brow. “Is this about that boy?”

You tried to evade the conversation with a roll of your eyes. “Flora…”

“Because I wasn’t going to tell you this,” said Flora. “But he’s been wandering around all day trying to catch a glimpse of you. Ran away every time I caught him. Had to get that Zoro guy to get him to knock it off.”

You aren’t sure why you felt surprised. You yourself had been wandering Baratie hoping you’d catch sight of that familiar mop of blond, but alas. “Do you… think he’ll show up?”

Flora took your hand. “Do you want him to?”

“No.” Yes. You wanted to see him. You wanted to know if he was doing better, if he was better, if all the bad of the past had shaped him into the Sanji you knew he could be.

“Then go out there and sing.” She had an aura of comfort and calm you often envied. “You know what song’s first, right?”

You thought of the setlist your drummer had brought to you that morning and felt your stomach drop. “Flora, I can’t sing that song to him—”

“You’re not singing it to him,” she cut in, starting to lead you out of the little room and down the hall to the grand staircase leading into the dining room. “You’re singing for all those people waiting to hear the songbird incarnate, Y/N L/N.”

You grinned tightly. “No pressure.”

Descending the stairs was the easy part. People clapped as you glided down as light as a feather, guitar around you and a light shining down from somewhere. True to Flora’s word a round platform awaited at the center of the dining room. It was small, but you had a bit of moving room. You accepted the hand of your drummer and stood up on the platform, shooting him a smile as he went back up the stairs to where the rest of your small band was ready to play. 

You turned and suddenly there was a microphone to your right. Had that always been there? 

“Hello, Baratie!” The applause met you at full force, easing some of your tension. Sanji was nowhere to be seen, and you weren’t sure if you liked that. “Look at your beautiful faces tonight. Oh, and there’s Chef Zeff too!”

That got you a couple of laughs before it died down again. “I’m so happy to be back here. Baratie was a home of mine once, and it’ll always have a place in my heart.” Your hand brushed your guitar strings and sent an unpleasant sound into the mic. “All right, enough sappiness. You all want some music, right?”

You cast a glance up at your band, felt a rush of familiarity, and nodded. A steady beat began and you began to strum a practiced tune on your guitar, the callousess on your fingers straining under the pressure. 

“I remember when we broke up—the first time. Saying ‘This is it, I’ve had enough, ‘cause like…’”

“This isn’t working out,” he said, not a pinch of the light you'd come to love in his eyes. He looked cold and unkind, but the frown he was giving you betrayed his own heartbreak.

“What do you mean?”

“We’re… better as friends. I just need some space to think.”

“What? Then you come around again and say, ‘Baby, I miss you and I swear I’m gonna change, trust me…’”

He chased you relentlessly until his hand caught your wrist and spun you around. All his words fell short at the sight of your tears. “Y/N…”

“You said it would be different,” you reminded him. Bitterness flooded your senses. “What was her name? Did you even catch it before you unzipped her dress?”

Anger boiled in his eyes. “I didn’t—I just kissed her!”

“Just,” you laughed mirthlessly, shaking your head as you ripped yourself from his presence and stormed away.

“Y/N—”

“Don’t, Sanji!”

“I’ll do better! I promise.”

“Remember how that lasted for a day? I say I hate you, we break, you call me, I love you.”

You tried not to search for familiar faces in the crowd, instead shutting your eyes and letting the music take over, and not the lyrics.

But you were a weak woman, and your eyes pried themselves free to scan the room.

It was dark around the dining room, and the lights Flora had managed to set up were blinding, but there he was. Sanji was by the door to the lower decks, his icy eyes bearing into you with such an intensity you stumbled over your guitar strings. You picked the melody back up before it was too noticeable, but he was smirking, that son of a bitch. 

Sanji noticed. He always noticed everything about you, annoyingly.

“I’m really gonna miss you picking fights, and me falling for it, screaming that I’m right, and you would hide away in your peace of mind…”

“I never said I didn’t want you to go!” Sanji screamed back at you. “I think it's the chance of a lifetime and if you want to, you should go.”

That’s not what you wanted him to say. You took your ground, staring him right in the eyes. “Do you want me to go, Sanji?”

“That’s not—”

“No, I mean…” You took a breath. “Say the word and I’ll stay. I won’t go. I’ll stay here and sing my silly songs on a crate covered in a tablecloth. Just tell me you want me.”

“I…” Sanji wanted to, you knew, but he was too kind. He wasn’t going to trap you here. You could see him choosing to be mean right before your very eyes. “I don’t care if you stay or go, Y/N. Go if you want to. I don’t care.”

You didn’t go in the morning, and the rich patron sailed away with the offer of a lifetime. 

“I used to think, that we were forever—ever. And I used to think, never say never…”

Sanji hadn’t realized Nami and Zoro were beside him till the jeering began.

“Damn,” Nami laughed into his ear. “When you said you broke her heart I didn’t think you meant it.”

Zoro cast him a teasing look. “You were a douche.”

Sanji’s cheeks burned. “We were kids! I…”

“Relax, we’re joking.” Nami nudged his shoulder before she turned back to you. “She’s watching you, by the way.”

“She is?” Sanji snapped his head back up a little too quickly, but he didn't care. Nami dragged Zoro back to their table, leaving Sanji to stare absolutely starstruck at you. You really were watching, an odd kind of look in your eyes. 

It wasn’t angry or sad or happy… but Sanji was sure he had a similar look in his eyes.

“So he calls me up and he’s like, ‘I still love you’...”

Your eyes locked with his and a burning sensation filled your chest. He hadn't changed much. More handsome you supposed, if you let yourself think it. 

“And I’m like… I’m just… I mean, this is exhausting, you know? Like we are never getting back together…”

He tried a grin and a little wave, and memories flooded back in an instant, both the good and bad. You somehow found it in yourself to offer a smile back, and you knew then, the song was probably a lie.

“Like ever.”

જ⁀➴

“Hi…” He found you on the back terrace of the Baratie, where the fish mouth of the restaurant opened up the starry night sky. 

You weren’t pretending to not be waiting, a glass of your mutually favorite wine across from you waiting for him. 

He sat down, mostly because the smile you offered him was enough to buckle his knees. 

“Hey,” you replied, averting your eyes to your glass. 

Sanji wasn’t exactly sure where to begin, but he started with, “I think Zeff set us up.”

You snorted. “Oh, definitely.”

“Uhm…” He looked out at the sea, then at his wine, then at you, and settled on keeping his eyes there. “You were wonderful. Radiant, really.” The stars faded from his eyes as mischief replaced it. “I liked your opener.”

You rolled your eyes and flushed from your neck to your nose. “Thank you. I had good inspiration.”

“I’d say my bad, but it was a good song.” Sanji felt as breathless as he used to, when he was sixteen and just learning how much he cared about you. “You were perfect. Are perfect. Can I still say that?”

You chuckled. “I—I guess so.”

Silence filled the space between you, clicking glasses and chatter from the bar feeling very far away.

“The drummer was good—”

“I think I still love you—”

You slapped a hand over your mouth, watching Sanji’s mouth open and close like a confused fish. His ears burnt pink and a spark of opportunity filled his beautiful blue eyes. You locked eyes, and Sanji started to laugh.

The sound was better than any music and flowed from his lips like honey. Chuckles bubbled up and out of your chest till you were gripping the sides of the chair you were in as you joined in on his uncontained and unending cackles.

He wiped at a tear and tried to get a hold of himself as your laughter died down as well, and he found himself admiring how you looked under the golden lighting of the terrace. “Would it be bad if I said same here?”

There was a brief pause before you threw your head back again and laughed over and over, drawing closer to Sanji till you were side by side, knee to knee, laughing loud enough to warrant a noise complaint.

“We’re hopeless,” you mused.

Sanji shrugged. “Yeah, but what’s new?”

A lot of things, actually. Things felt different, but the same, and it was odd for you both. The same love was there along with the bad memories tagged along with it, but you and Sanji had more experience behind you now. You were older and wiser and good God, you were no longer teenagers.

Some years ago it had been wrong place, wrong time, wrong… wrong everything.

But now you looked at him and instead of seeing the boy who used to break your heart, you saw Sanji. Your childhood best friend. The man who you once thought could be the love of your life.

Maybe… perhaps… it wouldn’t hurt to give it just one more go. All right, maybe you were getting back together. You could see the pair of you meeting back at Baratie a year later, your tour long over and his crew docked for the week. You’re lovers despite distance, awaiting a someday where your dreams finally align.

Sanji pressed a tentative kiss to your forehead, testing the waters in the wake of your laughter, and asked if you wanted to meet his crew. You nodded, meaning to stand when a boy in a straw hat vaulted over the back of the seat across from you and sat down. Then a girl with orange hair and boy with green, closely followed by a dark skinned boy with tinted glasses over his eyes. 

You took Sanji’s hand in your own and blushed at how he admired your profile like you’d hung the very stars in the sky. Yeah, you could see it.

[gok1bvri72]

×+×+×+ Random Death the Kid splurbs +×+×+×

/Reader's Gender/: Irrelevant, not mentioned

/SFW ofc/

Honestly just me simping for this boy, I simply adore him! He's just so funny>< My cringe, 2000s - 2010s mindset just eats up all the very angsty content that is just a beautiful snapshot of the era! I wish I could have just have been old enough to have experienced it myself T^T

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MMMMM THIS BOY HAS NO DARN RIGHT BEING THIS /FINE/.

Okay but seriously how did you land him, I want clear cut directions and instructions.

All the girls (and even some boys👁👁) are INCREDIBLY jealous of you. Kid's the cutest boy in the school!

/And/ he is Lord Death's son! Literally just about every girl is seething at you when you walk past them, biting on their shirt/dress collars all angry like.

If I had to guess, it was probably you who asked him out.

He may be absolutely gorgeous, stunning, and have a silver tongue but that doesn't exactly mean he knows how to use any of it....

What I'm saying is is guy is /awkward/ with a capital A.

Sweetheart with good intentions once you get to his core and can find a way to look past his obsession with folding toilet paper, but still awkward regardless.

So whether you boldly walked up to him and declared your love with a bouquet of roses and dramatic lighting and music or you were stumbling over your words, on the verge of crying and soiling your pants, and just giving up and running away- you were still the one to ask him out first.

Depending on how you asked I can see him responding in a plethora of ways but my favourite is dead ass looking you in the eye and saying "Even though I'm asymmetrical garbage?" while a singular tear just dramatically trails down his cheek.

Realistically he probably just said yes at first cuz he had nothing better to do. Or if you were the ladder option of the before, probably felt bad.

But the more time you guys hung out the more he found himself beginning to actually /like/ like you.

Maybe you were helping him snap back into focus during his episodes- or maybe you were trying to make him happy by dressing as symmetrically as you could and folding your toilet paper. (Even if it wasn't perfect, it's the sentiment that counted for him this time.)

At first, it just felt weird when you weren't around and he would find himself thinking about you in those situations. But then he started finding himself actively seeking you out when you weren't there.

He would be having a perfectly normal Sunday and then he would find a picture that reminded him of you in a magazine or maybe saw a shirt in the clothes store's window that he thought you would look cute in.

Then he would begin to wonder what you were doing at that moment. He would find himself missing your presence. And when he noticed this, he immediately denied it.

He just agreed to hang out cuz he felt bad/was bored, right? /Right?/

But it kept happening, more and more. It began to happen when he was on missions, he would get distracted and slip up. Okay, this wasn't working out. He needed to do something about this.

He asked you to partner with him on missions.

Let's assume you're a weapon in this scenario. (If you're a meister you just go with him with your own weapon.)

His excuse was "Well if Liz or Patty is out of commission, I can't fight. And since you're a set of perfectly symmetrical twin blades you would make for an excellent back up."

So you started going on missions with him, a lot.

But one time, Patty got sick. So just you and Kid went on the mission while Liz stayed home to take care of her.

This started happening more and more. (Not the Patty getting sick part, although she did probably get sick off of eating crayons regularly a few times.)

At this point, you were essentially going on as many solo missions with him that he had gone on and goes on with Liz and Patty.

But what really made him realise that he does actually like.... /like/ like you was when the two of you resonated souls.

It was weird, being able to hear each other's unfiltered thoughts.

He learned about a lot of weird things that go on inside your head after that- but that's besides the point.

Point being, with how easily the two of you resonated souls without having ever practised before was kind of the last nudge he needed before he decided to stop running from and denying his genuine feelings for you.

He didn't really change much after that, after all you don't exactly become a new person immediately after he acknowledged his feelings, but he did seem a lot happier once he came to terms with it; lot less tense at least.

He seemed a lot less hesitant when asking you out for a spot of tea and was /a lot/ less hesitant when touching you. Of course he still isn't /huge/ on PDA outside of hand holding, but he doesn't feel the need to slather his hands in hand sanitizer after holding yours and doesn't ask you where you've been before hugging you.

That and he doesn't do the awkward side hug anymore, he iniates actual hugs now. Not often, like I said he isn't much into PDA and probably- no, /definitely/ doesn't like his clothes wrinkled but.... maybe he doesn't mind so much when it's you.

After all, he /does/ love you.

And you fold the toilet paper for him.

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List of Every Brandon Rogers Characters Ever

I don’t know why I did this. It took 4 hours. I haven’t seen ever Brandon Rogers video (shocking, I know) so some are missing. I purposely didn’t add any parody characters (the Kardashians, Annabell, M3GAN etc), but if you notice any BRCU characters missing, please comment so I can add them.

And obviously the characters not credited are played by Brandon Rogers.

David July is credited as David Burton on this list. I’m not sure when they changed their name, as they are credited as both on Brandon’s videos.

I can’t remember who Debbie and Doyle are but I must of put them on this list for a reason

Main Characters

Sam

Bryce Tankthrust

Bobby Worst

Blame/Sebastian/ Grandpa

Elmer

Cathy

Karen

Helen Brownstein

Stuff & Sam

Donna Phitts (Paulette Jones)

Damien (Onision)

Ms Cunney (Monique Parent)

Blame the Hero

Young Donna Phitts (Alariza Nevarez)

Duke Tuggler (Anthony Padilla)

Coach Best (Jack Plotnick)

Skinny Bitch (Kornbread Jeté)

Dill Flippo (Jonathan Hinman)

Family Doctor Office

Dr Gupta

Nurse Kavi (Nandini Minocha)

Lipschtiz the Clown (Paulette Jones)

Surgeon Miller (Jude B. Lanston)

Nurse Hole (Georgina Leahy)

Patient (Adam Neylan)

Another Patient (Jonathan Hinman)

Daniel (Jess Weaver)

Daniel’s Mother (Christine Sydelko)

Mad tea party

Mad Hatter

Cheshire Cat (Bazil)

White Rabbit (Benjamin Alexander Hall)

The Jabberwocky (Natalie Hawkins)

Flower (Jordan)

No one was credited in this video and most were personal friends of Brandon’s and not content creators so are nearly impossible to find. I had to stalk Brandon’s Insta to find these people.

BTW, Bazil (who plays Cheshire Cat) is a trans man who goes by he/him. Just letting people know because people are misgendering him and I assume it’s because they don’t know his pronouns.

Theatre Class

Alex Rimmer

Mason Lucas (Salim Razawi)

Oliver Hamilton (Stephen Weighill)

Linda Starford (Janet McCarroll)

Karen Shou (Karen Fokes)

Jamie (Adam Neylan)

Marlena Lewton (Rachael Ferris)

Dean Shaft (Tony Rogers)

Trump’s Emotions

Joy

Anger (Stephen James)

Disgust, Fear and Sadness were not credited in this skit and I can’t guess with all the makeup or find them.

Fashion

Jurgen Klausvonschwitz

Damien Ditsin (Logan Bubar)

Gretchen (Paulette Jones)

Sookilah (Judyth Brooke)

Dolorio (Devyne Carr)

Cheap Skate

Luxy

Lost Boy (Adam Neylan)

Chick Flick (the first Brandon Roger’s Video I ever watched)

Ashley

Ashley’s Best Friend (Vincent Marcus)

Ashley’s Crush / Cop (Jon Cozart)

Ashley’s Mom (Christine Sykdelko)

Teacher (Jude B. Lanston)

Doctor (Jonathan Hinman)

The Real Patient/ Dick’s Owner (Skye Williams)

The Real Patient’s Wife (Adam Neylan)

5 Year Old (Paulette Jones)

Since this video is now restricted on YouTube, I did this one from memory. I can’t believe I remember all these characters and actors. Thank God I rewatched it like a billion times when I first found it.

Mad funhouse

Mr Marbles/ Arlo

Dave (Jess Weaver)

Cliff (TJ Smith)

Sacha (Elise Christian)

Jimmy (Alex Diehl)

Manjusha (Nandini Minocha)

Mr Chronis (Jude Lanston)

Nuclear family

Barbara

Frank

Daniel/ Echo Noir

Unnamed Daughter

Devontay (?) (Devyne Carr)

The Office

Dorian Ditsin

James Shaft (Stephen Rezza)

Vishalam Rangan (Natalie Hawkins)

Jimmy Rustler (Benjamin Hall)

Craig Dildon (Stephen James)

Ernie (Seth Munson)

Diesel (David Burton)

Kevin (Davis Benz)

Regina (Georgina Leahy)

British Family/ The Mingeworthys

Lord Mingeworthy

Lady Mingeworthy (Georgina Leahy)

Cockwaddle (David Burton)

James (Davis Benz)

Blood & Makeup

Blah Blah the Clown

Whoopsie Wendy (Elise Christian)

Dumb Bitch Linda (Kornbread Jeté)

Blonde Bitch (David Burton)

Percy the Pervert (Adam Neylan)

Christmas Family/ The Hendersons

Patty Henderson

Paul Henderson (Stephen James)

Shelby Henderson (Caleb Shorey)

Unnamed Daughter (Elise Christian)

Spike (Logan Bubar)

The Devil (Paulette Jones)

Uncle Frank (Gabriel Gonzalez)

Notice how often Brandon forgets to name the daughter in his skits 👀?

Silly Cat

Clifton

Lenny/ Daddy (Jon Cozart)

Dr Williams (Sky Williams)

Wild West

Lucius Cowpussy

Vivian Delonprix (Georgina Leahy)

Map Maker Milton (Logan Bubar)

Lesbians

Darlene

Kathleen (Adam Neylan)

Power (David Burton)

Rock (Georgina Leahy)

Damien (?) (Logan Bubar)

Cheaters

Trina

Delilah

Gustavo

Unnamed Husband

Sleep Paralysis Demons

Felix

Iris (Paulette Jones)

Chad (Gary Nohealii Neil)

The Laundromat

Clyde Can

Bart (Joel Haver)

Debra (Mitsy Sanderson)

Barbara Ditliminor (?) (Adam Neylan)

The North Pole (included this group for fun)

Santa Clause

Mrs Clause (Christine Sydelko)

Gingerbread Man (Jude B. Lanston)

Female Elf (Georgina Leahy)

Male Elf (David Burton)

Head Elf (Kornbread Jeté)

Jesus (Jess Weaver)

Rudolph (Paulette Jones)

Tiny Tim (Jack Plotnick)

Characters I Didn’t Know Where To Put

Suck (Dominiq Badiyo)

Swallow (David Burton)

Beatrice Brownstein (Paulette Jones)

Judey Patoody (Jude B. Lanson)

Gloria Goopty (Kornbread Jeté)

Courtney (Liam Krug)

Ryder (Kassius Marcil-Green)

Barbara Worst (Katie Johnson)

American boyfriend (Ben Furney)

Ignaolo (Gabriel Gonzalez)

Debbie (Trevor Wallace)

Doyle (Trevor Wallace)

Carol Cox

Japanese Girlfriend

Deeno

Flint Dicker

Delmar Lysol

Humanoid Simulation XL-57692/ Simian

Double Licker Leroy

Paisley

Hole Bros

Rafał Sanchez Dimelo

Noah

Bryce is my favourite

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Maayaiya Sol (Vanmozhi Two-Shot)

A/N: my very first Collab and the first of many with @thatacademic. Thanks @arachneofthoughts for the idea of Arulmozhi's every confusion disappearing the moment he sees Vanathi's Rakshasa Mamane dance 😂 Happy reading everyone.

"Come Thambi, we were waiting for you," Arulmozhi smiled at his Akka's words and seated himself in the settee next to Vanthiyathevan, acknowledging the latter with a nod and then turned his attention to the person sitting opposite to him, next to Kundavai. Vanathi felt his gaze on her and looked up, smiling wholeheartedly and was happy to see the gesture returned, so much so that she almost missed Kundavai telling her something. 

"....will you, Vanathi?" 

She stared at Kundavai, bewildered as to what conversation she was being a part of. 

"Forgive me Akka, I missed what you were saying," she said with an apologetic smile.

"In which world were you immersed in, Kanne? " Kundavai asked rhetorically while sending a quick glance at her Thambi. " As I was saying, the poojari from the local temple came to see me in the morning. There is going to be a mahapooja for the presiding Krishna deity in the temple and he asked me to be a part of the celebrations. Maybe you can come with me, Vanathi?" 

Vanathi nodded her head.

"I would like to make a suggestion, Devi," Vanthiyathevan chimed in. " Since every Samantha king from all over the Chola Kingdom will be present there, how about we present a spectacle for them on behalf of the empire? It will simply be beautiful, not only will everyone be aware of Chola Samrajya's boldness but also its elegance and grandeur." 

"That's a wonderful idea! " Kundavai joined in and soon they were talking of the various performances they could organize, so engrossed in their conversation that Arulmozhi wondered whether they were aware of his and Vanathi's presence. 

" I know what I want to see. A certain Ilavarasi enacting Lord Krishna," Kundavai said teasingly.

“Akka!” Vanathi blushed, forcing herself to not peer at Arulmozhi’s reaction to his sister’s statement. 

"Ah yes, I remember that. That was when I first met you two. And also the first time I realised I have a penchant for acting" Vanthiyathevan said, proud of his own praise. " Kodumbalur Ilavarasi was exceptional as Maya Kanna.”

 Vanathi was overwhelmed by the compliments, and she shyly gazed at the ground, not noticing Arulmozhi’s gaze find her in that same second.

Arulmozhi continued looking at all the three faces, though his main vision was a shy Vanathi, his surprise growing, as he watched this conversation like a spectator. 

"Maya Kannana?"

He knew his elder sister had caught the curiosity in his tone, if her indulgent smile was any indication.

"Yes my dear Thambi. My Uyir Thozhi was truly beautiful in that role and Patti was extremely proud and happy with her performance, as was the entire audience," Kundavai said

"Yes Ilavarase, you once asked why we call each other Maya Kanna and Rakshasa Mama occasionally, this is the reason," Vanthiyathevan replied. “We ended up dancing together.”

Arulmozhi glanced at Vanathi who was still blushing and smiling at all of them. He has heard of Vanathi's talent in music and dance, courtesy of his Akka mentioning it several times during every and any conversation, but he has never seen her dance in person. And now that he has heard even more about it,causing his curiosity to reach its peak. Added to it, the fact that even Vanthiyathevan has seen and danced along with her? He hated to admit it, but he suddenly felt a flash of envy inside him. 

How did Vanthiyathevan get to dance with Vanathi when he had never even seen her perform?

“Maya Kannane, did you also learn the song for it?” Vanthiyathevan now, completely enthused about his idea.

“She helped write it, Vanthiyare,” Kundavai said proudly, patting a blushing Vanathi’s head affectionately. Arulmozhi raised an eyebrow, now intrigued beyond comprehension. He had always known that Vanathi was very talented, but he had not expected her to have helped write a song completely. 

“Akka, you and Patti were the main writers. I just helped a little,” Vanathi said bashfully, meaning every word that came out of her. 

“It is your generous spirit that makes you say so, Kanne,” Kundavai shone in the light of pride that she had in Vanathi, reflecting like lamps in her orbs, stunning Vanthiyathevan again.

“Akka, how can I dance like that?” Vanathi shied, continuing. “The original dance was for celebrating the birth of Bhagavan Krishna at Pazhayarai.”

“It was. But Vanthiyar is right. We do need to express the elegance of Chozha Naadu, and you are the crown jewel, Kanne,” Kundavai said gently. 

“But Akka…”

Arulmozhi could see the reluctance on Vanath’s face to perform, and though he did not know why she did not want to perform, he wanted to make an attempt to get her to perform. If she still refuses, he will let the matter lie. 

“I think that would be great,” stated Arulmozhi calmly, though he could feel his heart beat fast at the thought of seeing her dance.

Vanathi looked at Arulmozhi,her eyes widening. Her main reason for not wanting to dance was to ensure Ponniyin Selvan knew she was not trying to catch his attention with her skills, but only with her heart. 

“Akka has praised your skills heavily, Devi,” Arulmozhi continued, pouring his earnestness into words. “So much so that my curiosity has been aroused. Please consider performing.”

Vanathi blushed, bending her head down before looking at Arulmozhi again, nodding shyly.

“I will dance. I only request Vanthiyar to also join me.”

*****

Vanathi stood in front of the mirror, adjusting her clothes for the thousandth time. She knew she looked beautiful in her Maya Kannan avatar, with the blue and pink robes, the bejewelled belt and necklace and other ornaments and above all the big Jasmine garland and the peacock feather tucked in the pink turban on her head. But what will Ponniyin Selvan think? Will he love her look? Or will he also mock her like Kundavai's other companions who take pleasure in teasing her? But then the rational part of her brain awakened. Why am I thinking so much? I am just going to pretend he is not there, that this is Janmashtami celebrations again with Kundavai Akka and Patti watching me and Vanthiyathevan dancing with me as Kamsa Mama. Yes. Otherwise I'll faint for sure. Oh Krishna! Watch over me. 

As Vanathi was immersed in her thoughts and prayers, Kundavai came in. " Kanne, why are you already in your outfit?" Kundavai asked confused.

" Akka, I was just trying it out" Vanathi turned around to face her Uyir Thozi

"Don't worry Vanathi. I'm sure he won't be able to take his eyes off you" Kundavai said teasingly and both of them giggled. " Now change quickly Kanne, there are some young girls who have arrived from the neighborhood to join your performance. Let us go and see them"

*********

Arulmozhi walked along the corridor, to any other onlooker it might seem the Ilavarase was supervising the ongoing activities for the Pooja. But his eyes were actually searching for the Kodumbalur Kula Vilakk. Where has she gone? A little far off he saw Vanthiyathevan standing in the balcony, leaning on the railing and looking down, a dreamy look in his face. 

"Vanthiyar" Arulmozhi called "What are you looking at?" Vanthiyathevan simply brought his index finger to his lips as an indicator to not make a sound and pointed down. 

Below them, Kundavai and Vanathi were playing with the little girls who have come to join her performance. Kundavai was seated with some girls around her and one sitting on her lap watching Vanathi  showing some dance mudras to another group of girls who were trying to imitate her. Arulmozhi smiled at the sight. It was truly heartwarming to see his Akka and her Sakhi so happy. 

"Beautiful" he heard himself remark

"She truly is" Vanthiyathevan said. Arulmozhi glanced at him and followed his line of vision. It was clear Vanthiyathevan eyes directly fell upon only Kundavai who was laughing with the girls and looking proudly at Vanathi. Arulmozhi cleared his throat and that seemed to make Vanthiyathevan snap out of his dream world. " Ummm..I meant they are looking very beautiful Ilavarase, and I'm sure the programme is going to be a success as well. I was just wondering who my Rakshasa minions would be. The last time, the minions I got were adamant in turning my head the other way whenever I tried to look at Iliya Piratti" he said with a huff of annoyance. 

Arulmozhi smiled and resumed looking at the gathering below, particularly the dancing diva in the centre of the group. It is said that Krishna was known as manmohan (winner of hearts) .And it seems this girl has already won his heart before donning the Krishna costume.

*************

The event Arulmozhi was waiting for was nearing, and he found himself excited for the day, wanting to see Vanathi sing and dance. He had also not seen her much, which did frustrate him a little, as he had gotten used to seeing her with Kundavai often. 

He did understand that she had chosen to also take over the organization of everything, including the other dramas that will be presented. 

But he wanted, no, needed to see her.

As he wandered around the palace, wondering how he would accomplish meeting her, he heard the faint sound of her sweet voice. 

Without any compunctions, he took off in that direction, needing to see Vanathi at least once. He came upon the open corridor, and spotted the clothes before he saw her.

Vanathi stood in light blue, her eyes quickly moving across all the garments in front of her, the seamstress smiling patiently. 

“Ammai, do you have a more mustard colour for the children? I think the bright yellow will clash with the open space, as we are not dancing under trees for it to contrast,” Vanathi said, pursuing the garments. She held up a colour with a smile. “Like this one, Ammai.” 

“I do, Ilavarasi. Should I use that for the children then?” 

“Please do. They are meant to bring the Ilaya Piratti at the start of the program as a sign of the one who has organized everything,” Vanathi said smiling. 

“Yes Devi. Are you still wearing the same robes you did for the Krishna Jayanthi festival?” 

“I am Ammai. Akka has a couple additions she wanted to try out, but all of that is within my own sarees,” smiled Vanathi. “I am trying to reduce your work, not add to it.” 

Arulmozhi had to smile at this interaction, Vanathi’s natural kindness was one of the things that made him feel she was right for him. 

“We are blessed to work with you and Ilaya Piratti, Ilavarasi,” said the seamstress, her eyes and tone so genuine that Arulmozhi was curious as to what else Vanathi had done. 

“It is all the blessing of Periya Piratti, Ammai,” Vanathi demurred. “If those are chosen, and we have fixed the Shakuntala drama clothes, we are done, Ammai. Will you be there for it?”

“Of course, Ilavarasi. None would miss your dancing and singing, it is a double treat for us,” said the seamstress, making Arulmozhi think that it was for him too.

“Ammai, it is all Ilaya Piratti’s teachings.”

“And your acceptance of it, Devi. You and the Ilaya Piratti are like the body and shadow, always together, and always one in everything you do.”

Vanathi smiled and blushed, helping the seamstress with her things, despite the latter protesting. Arulmozhi’s heart both thudded and melted at the natural compassion that flowed in her, his love shining like the Sun, the dynasty he descended from. 

The next morning 

The mandap in the temple was decorated as an open stage for the festivities. As Arulmozhi reached, the audiences were filling in, seating themselves in front of the stage. There were  seats placed on a podium behind them reserved for the royal family. He greeted his Patti who was already seated and sat beside her. He looked around, expecting to see Kundavai, Vanthiyathevan or even Vanathi..no his Maya Kannan. But to say he was disappointed to see noone around was an understatement. 

"Kanne, are you looking for someone?" He heard his paatti ask him. 

" Yes paatti. I am looking for Akka and Vanthiyar" he said, still wondering where they have gone.

"Only Akka and Vanthiyar?" He looked at his Paatti at her retort, smiling sheepishly. 

Just then the little girls who are performing in the spectacle started arriving on stage, receiving the applause of the audience. He saw the girls get into their arrangement but still failed to see the main dancer. Where is she? Has something happened to her? His curiosity was now replaced with concern. The next minute he heard a flute playing and saw the audience gasping and pointing upwards. He also looked up and widened his eyes at the sight as the song performance started. 

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Will be continued in the next part

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ok i wanted to do something for croma week rlly bad and since i'm not that confident in my art skills i wrote a fanfic :) its only about 2k words, i've never really done this before tho so i hope it turned out ok lol (ignore that it’s a day late)

“Did Lord Death really need to rent a venue this far away?”

“Maka, keep your fucking eyes on the road!”

“I wouldn’t need to keep looking back and forth if you read off the directions like you were supposed to!”

Soul grumbled something about the ‘straightforward’ instructions under his breath in reply. When Maka glanced at him, his dirty sneakers that he had insisted on wearing were smudging the dashboard and he was very clearly watching a Minecraft parkour video. Despite the lack of space in the back, she was regretting giving him shotgun privileges. She could have made room somewhere. Overlooking the trunk was too generous a move.

In the rearview mirror she checked on her passengers. Kid sat in the middle seat – the ‘bitch seat’, as Patti refused to stop calling it. Liz and Patti sat on either side in matching white dresses. Their outfits had been painstakingly planned out by Kid weeks in advance. On each side of his chest he wore a perfectly positioned white boutonniere.

“Kid,” Maka asked into the mirror, “why is your dad going to all this trouble? Couldn’t we just do this on school grounds?”

“He mentioned something-or-other about wanting to do ‘something normal’ for the student body. I believe all of this is wildly unnecessary, but… you know Dad.”

“Ah.”

“Maka, that’s – that’s the turn. You’re missing it. Get the – no, the sign with the balloons on it. Maka!”

“I got it! Stop yelling in my damn ear, Soul!”

The venue that Lord Death had chosen was rectangular and beige, with large cardboard letters that spelled ‘PROM’ adorning the entrance. They weren’t lit up and so they loomed in the darkness above the students. Even though the little parking lot, too, was dim, it was clear that most of the spots were taken.

“Maka, your clock reads eight-o’-four,” chirped Kid from the back seat. “Prom started at eight o’ clock. Your clock is fast, right?”

Soul sighed. “Calm down, Kid. Ever heard of being fashionably late? It’s cool.”

“I don’t see what’s ‘cool’ about being late.”

“Yep, that checks out.”

“Frankly, I don’t need somebody who wears Air Jordans to a formal event lecturing me on what’s ‘cool’ and what isn’t.”

“Both of you please shut up.” Maka swerved into a free space at the end of the lot and the jolt, thankfully, quieted the bickering men.

Black Star and Tsubaki stood outside the entrance and greeted the group when they arrived, by leaping up and down and waving, respectively. Soul ran ahead and ended up in a headlock, his friend shaking him around like a dog with a toy. Maka chuckled under her breath. Black Star was Soul’s reason for showing up at the micro-event. Neither of them could miss such a cool, super-cool gathering of coolness.

As soon as Maka stepped inside, she was snow-blind. Had Lord Death decided on ‘the color white’ as the theme? White streamers, white paper lining the floor, and was that a cutout of a polar bear in the corner? It had to be. The disappointment that hit Maka did not seem to affect Soul and Black Star in the slightest. Both of them trotted off to explore. Tsubaki, now separate from her friend, crept up to Maka.

“Hi, Maka.”

“Hi, Tsubaki! How did getting Black Star up here go?”

“He tried to wear one of those dollar sign necklaces. He… has a sense of style!”

Maka grimaced. “He sure has one.”

“Crona is already here, by the way. I saw them in the window while we were waiting for you.”

Maka would have been content staying at home studying the whole night. Crona was her reason to go. Prom was nothing more than an excuse to see the people you adore, after all, and the more time she spent with them, the more her affection grew.

“Really? Where are they?”

“Over there.”

Tsubaki pointed to what appeared to be a snack bar. Crona stood crooked beside a wide punch bowl, observing the dancers on the floor. Tsubaki giggled and threw Maka back to the present. She had been staring.

“Tsubaki, look at them. Look at their bowtie. They’re so cute, I’m… my hands are so sweaty. Ew.” She laughed to herself.

“They really do look nice. You go talk to them. I’m going to say hello to Liz and Patti.”

“Got it. Wish me luck.”

“Good luck! You’ll do just fine.”

Crona spotted Maka after she was already speeding toward them. They jolted and offered an awkward wave hello.

“Crona! Hi! Is it okay if I give you a hug?”

“Oh! Th– that’s fine!”

Maka threw her arms around them in a bear hug. She wasn’t sure if the lavender smell on them was the work of false fragrance or a real plant in their pocket, but she loved it all the same. Their jacket itself was soft. Very soft. She buried her forehead into their shoulder.

“It’s so good to see you!”

“It’s good to see you, too. I, uh… missed you.”

“God, you see her all the time. You saw her two days ago, dumbass.”

Maka forced a smile. “Hi, Ragnarok.”

“Ignore him,” Crona whispered. “Do you like the decorations? It was mostly Marie and me setting them up.”

“They’re nice. I’m, uh… not sure I understand the theme.”

Crona lit up and snatched a solo cup from the table beside them. They filled it with the punch and handed it to Maka.

“Try it. It’ll make sense, I promise.”

“...Oh, it’s coca-cola.”

Crona pointed to the cutout of the polar bear. Up close, Maka could see that someone had draped a scarf around its shoulders.

“Oh my God, is the prom coca-cola bear themed?”

They nodded vigorously. “Marie came up with it after Lord Death bought nothing but white decorations.”

“That’s adorable! I… don’t think anybody’s going to get it, though.”

“Yeah. That’s why I’m over here, so I can explain it to anyone who doesn’t know.”

Maka squinted. “Your plan is to be over here, pouring soda for everyone the whole time?”

“Um… yes?”

“Are you sure you wouldn’t rather tag along with me instead?”

Maka saw Crona begin to blush. The abundance of black blood let off a gray color instead of the typical red. Crona looked back and forth; the confidence that they once held had evaporated into the stuffy room.

“Are you sure that I wouldn’t bother you, or anything?”

“Of course you wouldn’t bother me. Actually, I’d really like to spend time with you.”

Crona agreed, thankfully, because Maka’s face burnt and she was not entirely sure what she would say if they had any other doubts. Together they said hello to the chaperones – Marie, Sid, Stein, and Naigus, each of them commenting on the secret theme and Crona’s involvement – and bounced between Tsubaki’s group and the snack bar. Despite the attractions and the people to spend time with, Maka’s attention remained consistently fixed upon Crona.

They had been engaged in this routine for an hour until the dj’s cacophonous dance music was abruptly replaced by some 80s love ballad that Maka couldn’t remember the name of. From the snack bar, they watched groups break off into pairs or cluster at the back of the room.

“The music’s quieter now,” noted Crona.

“Yeah. It’s so that everyone who brought a date can, well… have their date. It’s the whole reason couples come here, anyway.”

“Oh.”

She took a deep breath and wiped her palms onto her dress. “Do you want to dance with me, Crona?”

Crona froze, their mouth open, a small pretzel still in their hand. “Are you- are you sure that you want to? With me? I - I’ve never really done this before and I don’t want to ruin–”

“I’m sure. I’ve kind of been hoping that I’d get to dance with you since I got here.”

Crona’s whole face bore smudges of gray, like charcoal. They scratched the back of their neck and, with great care, held out their hand for Maka. She took it.

“Awh, your hands are sweaty, too!”

“Oh. Sorry.”

“No, it’s okay! I don’t mind, I promise.”

After a few failed attempts at a traditional dance, the pair decided that the best course of action would be to follow the precedent set by the other couples and rock back and forth holding each other. Maka could hear Crona’s heartbeat even over the music. Every once in a while they asked for some form of confirmation – was Maka comfortable, was she still okay with it, and so on – and each time, she reassured them.

“I’ve been having a really good time with you,” she whispered during the song’s closing solo.

“Yeah. This is really nice… thank you for dancing with me, Maka.”

“Mhm! Like I said, I really wanted to.”

Crona just smiled and pulled Maka closer. What was once a loud growl of dozens of people talking throughout the room had died down to a distant humming. She could focus on them, their texture, their smell, everything. Nobody else existed.

The song changed from classic rock back to modern pop and the roar started up again. Maka looked around at the groups of friends reclaiming the dance floor, and among them, she spotted Black Star and Soul dancing – perhaps they thought that they were on fire and they were flailing in fear. That would explain quite a bit.

“These idiots,” she scoffed.

“Hey, Casanova,” Ragnarok sneered, “Why don’t you take your lady friend upstairs?”

“Oh, no, they said not to go up there.”

“Come on, I’m trying to do you a favor here!”

“Ragnarok, shut the fuck up.” Maka looked from the vile little ghoulie back to Crona. “What’s upstairs?”

“Oh, it’s just the roof. Marie said not to let anyone up there because someone could fall.”

She side-eyed Black Star, who was doing some sort of dance that involved clenching his hands into fists and wiggling his arms very very fast. “Did she name any names?”

Crona seemed to see, too. They winced. “I guess that rule was probably for him. It’s so loud in here… we can go up there, if you want. So we can hear each other better. I don’t think that would be against the rules.”

They snuck through the stairwell door after Crona revealed its location – obscured behind one of the bear cutouts. Outside, nothing could be heard of the party except for a muffled beat. Nothing could be felt except for a cool night breeze. Against the horizon, turbines whirred valiantly in the darkness. Both of them sat down side by side in the middle of the roof.

“This is much better,” sighed Maka.

“Mm.”

“Are you okay?”

“Just happy. This past…well, everything has been really nice. Thanks for hanging out with me, Maka.”

“Of course. You don’t have to keep thanking me.” She grinned and nudged their shoulder.

“Sorry. Habit. I just don’t know how to say it. Being with you at the DWMA has been… I’ve been happy. Especially because of you. You’re amazing. I really… I really like you.”

“I really like you, too. You’re one of the bravest people I know.” She was smiling. Her face hurt from it. “Hey. Crona. Look at me, okay?”

“Hm?”

Maka leaned in. She waited, in case Crona wanted to pull away, and when they only leaned closer she held their jawline and kissed them. A second later it was over, and she was staring into their eyes again. Those eyes sparkled like lightning in the desert.

“Hi.” They said after a sizeable trail of stammering.

She giggled. “Hi.”

For a time – there was no way to be certain whether it was minutes or hours – Maka leaned against their shoulder and the two of them spoke in whispers while they looked at the stars. The kiss seemed to give Crona a second wind of courage and they had their free arm caressing Maka’s.

“The others and I are going to go to my place after this and watch a movie,” she said. “I’d really like it if you came.”

“Are you sure they wouldn’t mind?”

“Are you kidding? They all like you. Even Kid.”

“Mm.” They smiled. “I’ll come with you, then.”

A coyote cried out somewhere in the distance.

“All of this really has been great. Even the shitty music and the coke bear theme.”

“Your lips tasted like coke when you kissed me.”

Maka laughed. “Well, there’s worse things, I guess.”

It was almost midnight when Soul and Black Star lost their energy at the dance. They were some of the last to leave apart from the chaperones themselves. What this meant was a lot of barefoot waiting in the car for Maka, Crona, Kid, Liz, and Patty.

“Okay, we’ve gotten through… fourteen songs waiting,” sighed Liz. “Any requests for the fifteenth?”

“I don’t think I know any more songs,” said Crona.

“Really? That’s tragic. Liz, play something classic,” Kid ordered.

“Classic or classical? I can never tell with you.”

“Wait, hold on!” Maka gripped the steering wheel. “Here he comes!”

Soul walked across the parking lot, his tie undone and his shoelaces spilling over the pavement. He was a mess. He staggered to the shotgun door and opened it, only noticing too late how it was occupied.

“What? Crona? Huh. Would you mind moving over?”

“Sorry, Soul. You snooze, you lose.” Maka smiled. “You’ll just have to sit somewhere else.”

“Wh–? There’s no more seats. Where am I going to sit?”

“Well, there’s always the trunk.”

[jomiddlemarch]

The Duchess and the Diamond

The ballroom was grand, lit with a vast quantity of candles so that it shone bright as a summer’s noon, but the two women spoke as if they were concealed by a moonless midnight’s shadows.

“Has Lady Maria lost all sense of decorum?” Lady Fletcher positively hissed behind her gently fluttering ivory fan.

“I don’t know what you mean, Agnes,” Lady Shepherd replied. She had an inkling, of course, but it was always better to draw Agnes out as she made the most diverting remarks when she was either indignant or patronizing, and by her tone and the incline of her head, her en tremblant hair combs trembling quite noticeably, the current situation was a perfect confluence. “Lady Maria might be said to be somewhat eccentric, everyone would agree—there is not one lobster patty in sight and she hasn’t served ratafia for the past year and her taste in lace, well—”

“You know very well what I mean, Lydia. I mean that, that man—”

Here Lady Fletcher gestured almost boldly in the direction of the man in question, the object of much attention, curiosity and no little degree of scorn from the high sticklers. 

“You mean Lord Miller?” 

“Even his name speaks to his common origins,” Lady Fletcher said, sniffing in rapturous condescension. “Miller? How might anyone purport to be a member of the Ton with such a surname? What’s next, Lord Cook? Viscount Clerk?”

“Prinny is likely to say his royal favor is enough,” Lady Shepherd replied. “And then, the man is prodigiously wealthy, captured a half-dozen ships and has three battlefield promotions. Though I grant you, he does not quite look the part—”

They both glanced at where Lord Miller stood, a solemn and solitary figure flanked only by a potted palm. While there could be no complaint made as to the cut of his coat and pristine knot of his cravat, there was no denying a certain raw power, a rough-hewn quality to his features, his complexion bronzed, his stance one of a ship’s captain, his gaze accustomed to searching for the North Star and any enemy on the horizon. He was the furthest thing from a dandy one could imagine, whether he wore a properly powdered wig or not.

“No, he does not,” Lady Fletcher said. “To think someone of his stature was granted the wardship of Lady Elinor Ramsay—a Duke’s granddaughter!”

“Impoverished, though,” Lady Shepherd pointed out. “Lord Miller’s evidently declared he’ll dower her well from his own coffers, there’s not the least hint of any impropriety, save what she causes herself. She’s quite a hoyden, she’s been through three governesses in the past six weeks according to my lady’s maid. Miss Mischief, she’s called among his staff, though I cannot say they fully disapprove of her.”

“She hasn’t a chance of making a good marriage with only Lord Miller to sponsor her, no matter how well he dowers her and how many teas and balls he can convince Lady Maria to organize on her behalf,” Lady Fletcher said. 

“You cannot have heard then?” Lady Shepherd said, leaning in slightly. Lady Fletcher would not care for being the one who must admit ignorance, but the prospect of gossip about Lord Miller was too tempting to refuse. 

“Do go on, Lydia, it’s quite rude of you to tease.”

“Lord Miller is determined to marry this Season and marry well enough that his new bride might provide entrée for Lady Elinor. He had hopes of Lady Carmichael, as he served with her brother, but then she was compromised by that horrid viscount, Cord or Gordon or somesuch, the one who looks most terrifyingly like a mushroom, and Lord Miller had to step aside, as he could not rescue Lady Carmichael and ensure his ward’s acceptance in good society,” Lady Shepherd explained.

“Poor Tess,” Lady Fletcher remarked with what sounded like genuine sympathy. “The viscount is known to have a rather weak constitution—she may retreat to her Scottish holdings and hope a harsh winter carries off the scoundrel or whatever is passing for cuisine among the Highlanders. She would have been wasted on Lord Miller though—”

“They had some affinity, but it’s irrelevant, as she’s due to marry in a fortnight,” Lady Shepherd said.

“I suppose Lady Maria and the Duke of Wesley are determined to help Lord Miller secure a wife,” Lady Fletcher said. “The Duke considers him a brother, after all.”

“As much as they may, I’ve heard. Lord Miller is very proud and brusque. But the Duke’s valet found a man for Lord Miller, so that he might appear well-turned out in company. My maid says when he’s at home, he goes about in his shirtsleeves and a scuffed pair of Hessians,” Lady Shepherd said. 

“He hasn’t the hands for a quizzing-glass, that’s most evident,” Lady Fletcher tittered. 

“He holds the ribbons of his curricle light enough,” Lady Shepherd replied.

“Shall that attract him a charming and wellborn bride? I shouldn’t think so,” Lady Fletcher said. 

“It may attract her brother or father. He’s a fine stable of horses,” Lady Shepherd said.

“It almost sounds as if you’d entertain a suit for your Flora,” Lady Fletcher said, an eyebrow raised in skeptical inquiry.

“Her father might. I shouldn’t risk it. Flora’s a dear but she’s rather timid and it would be like pairing a canary with a falcon,” Lady Fletcher said. “Besides, if we did, think of the disappointment of the Ton—everyone is so looking forward to seeing Lord Miller run amok on the marriage mart. We may even learn if he’s capable of waltzing—”

“I assure you he’s entirely, eminently capable,” Lady Maria said, having approached the party from the rear, a military maneuver she’d learned from her great-aunt, a woman renowned for her stratagems, her cutting tongue, and her collection of bejeweled turbans which she’d taken to at age thirty and had worn despite any variance in fashion for the remainder of her life. To be so confronted by their hostess was an indication that they’d grown too engrossed with their conversation or too comfortable with their positions, forgetting that even the hint of a scandal could topple the most sterling reputation unless one was an original or a Duchess. As neither lady fulfilled either category, they both pursed their lips in the apologetic simper that was required to show their pretense at remorse.

“One might expect it of a sea-captain,” Lady Shepherd hazarded. “I believe they must be quite nimble on board. There is an excessive quantity of rope and one hardly ever sees a senior Naval man missing a lower limb. They do speak of sailors dancing jigs and whatever a hornpipe is, surely a commander must master the steps as well.”

“Lord Miller would be glad of your confidence,” Lady Maria replied in such a tone and with such a glance as to ensure both of her listeners understood she meant the opposite. “He is indeed everything accomplished, however stern he may appear, and any wise young lady would be fortunate to receive his offer.”

“But that assumes the young ladies this Season are wise, when I do believe I have never seen a sillier, giddier collection of misses presented to the Queen,” Lady Fletcher said, meaning to pounce upon Lady Maria’s remark and regain some superiority. Lady Maria was unperturbed, her gloves unwrinkled, her hem kissing the polished floor with the greatest elegance possible.

“If Lord Miller intended to consider only those young ladies making their debut, that might perhaps be a dilemma. As it stands, he has imposed no such restriction, only seeking a wife worthy of his hand and well-suited to the guidance of his ward,” Lady Maria said. “He is quite devoted to Lady Elinor, for all that she taxes his patience; one cannot resist her liveliness and she shows every sign of being deemed her year’s diamond.”

“Lady Elinor? A diamond of the first water?” Lady Fletcher exclaimed. “You would make such a prediction?”

“I would make such a wager,” Lady Maria said. It was widely known Lady Fletcher regularly overspent her pin money and would likely have gambled away her family estate; she would not be able to decline Lady Maria’s proposition and Lady Shepherd would not keep the exchange to herself. It would be the choicest gossip of the night’s ball, unless there was an impromptu betrothal between crusty, long-time bachelor Earl Nicholas and the sprightly Honorable Frances Bartlett, an event so unlikely they would not even record it in the betting book at White’s.

“What stakes?” Lady Fletcher asked.

“I know they say ladies must never offer anything of great value, confining ourselves to flower cuttings or ices at Gunter’s, but when I gamble, I prefer for it to be worth my while. As I far outrank you, I shall stake a favor, to be called in at the time of your choosing. On your part, I think it is only fitting you stake your diamond parure—”

“The Fletcher diamonds?” Lady Shepherd exclaimed. Lady Fletcher had turned a peculiar color that resembled old whey and emphasized the somewhat heavy hand that had rouged her cheeks.

“Diamonds for a diamond, what could be more poetic? More apt?” Lady Maria said.

“I don’t think—” Lady Fletcher began.

“Naturally, if you are not sanguine about the wager, you needn’t make it, though I’d expect you to offer your vocal support to Lady Elinor and Lord Miller,” Lady Maria said.

“I’m confident the chit won’t be anything like the Season’s diamond. Nor even an original,” Lady Fletcher said. “I’d go a step further and say I wager Lord Miller cannot become engaged to a member of the Ton before Lady Elinor’s presentation to the Queen.”

“What an intriguing elaboration,” Lady Maria said. Lady Shepherd thought that Lady Fletcher ought to blanch at their hostess’s tone, but arrogance had restored her complexion. The diamonds at her throat and earrings sparkled and Lady Shepherd wondered how they might look on Lord Miller’s ward.

“I take it you accept?” Lady Fletcher said.

“Gladly,” Lady Maria said. “What a very delightful Season this promises to be!”

This fic is for @tessa-quayle who deserves to be having a better day!

[the-indie-owl]

SpongeBob SquarePants Shipping Chart (FEEL FREE TO USE)

MAJOR UPDATE (10/14/2023): Added More Characters from the Musical

For the record, I've decided to create my own official blank shipping chart of one of my Fandoms for the very first time (since there isn't much SB Shipping Charts all over online so I created my own).

I've created Two Versions in case for Half of the Fandom's POV on the Two King Neptune characters (rather if you believe they are the same Character or Not).

Here are the Two Links for Full Versions in case to use for the Better Quality.

In case if you are confused of what each of the Ship Terms for what each of the Color represents...

❤️ = OTP (A Ship that You Love so Much and it is your own Main Favorite One out of all of the Other Ships) 🧡 = Platonic (A Ship that you prefer to be more than just Personal Friends rather than a Couple) 💖 = Crack (A Kind of Ship that is meant to be either Bizarre or Funny as in a Joke) 🩷= Love (A Ship that you also Adore but not that much of a Main Favorite) 💛= Like (A Ship that you do Enjoy but rather in a More "Causal" way to say the least) 💚= Neutral (A Ship that you have Mixed Feelings or Indifferent with) 🩵= Ok (A Ship that you're completely Fine with, but don't have any strong feelings towards it) 💜= Meh (A Ship that you just don't completely care nor pay any attention to) 💙= Dislike (A Ship that you just don't agree with or just not a personal fan of, if you don't have any too much Hate of it) 💙= Hate (A Ship that you just CAN'T STAND no matter how much that you despise) 🖤= Crash and Burn (A NOTOP that you Hate so much and is your own Main DEPISE One out of all the Other Ships)

Bonus Option: 💗= Ship with OC (A Character that you personally prefer to ship with Any of Your Own Persona/Mutuals' OC) 💚= Ship in Crossover (An X-Over Ship that you prefer to ship with Any Canon Character in the Franchise with a Different Character from Another Media) 🟤= Stay Single (A Character that you don't have enough ships and would just leave the Character to be Single without being shipped with anyone)

Characters in the Chart:

(Main Show)

SpongeBob SquarePants

Patrick Star

Gary The Snail

Sheldon J. Plankton

Squidward Tentacles

Sandy Cheeks

Mr. Krabs

Pearl Krabs

Karen

Mrs. Puff

Mermaid Man

Barnacle Boy

Larry The Lobster

The Flying Dutchman

Man Ray

Dirty Bubble

King Neptune

Queen Amphitrite

Prince Triton

Squidabeth

Barry Blobfish

Nosferatu

Slappy Laszlo

Slippy

Squidina Star

Chip Plankton

Tony 

Squilliam Fancyson

Squilvia

Patchy The Pirate

Spot

Snellie

Kenny The Cat

Perch Perkins

Bubble Bass

Old Man Jenkins

Kevin C. Cucumber

Flats The Flounder

Lady Upturn

Stanley SquarePants

Sam Star

Flapjack SquarePants

Bubble Buddy

Rube Goldfish

Gale Doppler

Plankrab

Charlton Hawkfish

Boat Salesman Shark

Hieronymus Glove

Karen 2.0.

Nurse Bazooka

Lord Poltergeist

DoodleBob

Don Grouper

Sticky Fins Whiting

Dorsal Dan

Dylan

Fred

Tom

Archie

Harry

Francis

John

Nancy Suzy Fish

Nazz Mimi

Tina Fran

Henry Bart

Franco

Sheila

Vera Fishbowl

Medley Fishbowl

Evelyn

Mevis

Buddy

Perry

Horace

Sheldon

Halbert

Jennifer Millie

Charlie

Frank The Goldfish

Jimmy Gus

Phil

Molly

Clay

Don The Whale

Harold (Red Fish)

Gus

Martin/Wobbles

Scooter

Lou

Harold "Bill" Reginald

Nat

Shubie

Dave

Sadie

Abigail Marge

Patty Rechid

Norma Rechid

Nathiel

Martha Smith

Thaddeus

Billy Lime

Harv

Frank (Lifeguard Guy)

Lloyd-Rich

Cara

Paco

Sylvester

Mabel

Old Man Walker

Lonnie

Mary

Sandals

Dennis

Miss Shell

Norma Edna

Debbie

Frank

Pilar 

Frankie Billy

Dale

Lenny

Mable-Monica

Purple Doctorfish

Norton

Richard

(Movies)

-1st Movie, "The SpongeBob SquarePants Movie"

Princess Mindy

Dennis

- 2nd Movie, "Sponge Out of Water"

Burger Beard

-3rd Movie, "Sponge On The Run"

King Poseidon

Queen Salacia (For those who don't know, in Roman Legends, Salacia was the Goddess of the Sea as well as the Actual Wife of Neptune (her Counterpart was Amphitrite, a Greek Goddess who was Poseidon's Wife). However, considering that the Franchise has secretly done an Alternate "Wife Swap" idea between the Consorts of the Greek/Roman Sea Gods, Salacia did appear in a Cameo of the Third Movie, regarding if it could be truly her or not. There was also a Semi-Design of Her through Concept Arts behind the Third Movie that I did found through ArtStation by 3D Developer (Michael Defeo). For those who are curious to know about the concept design behind King Poseidon's Wife in SB, here's the link that you can click on.)

Sage

Otto

Chancellor

Tiffany Haddock

(Spin-Offs)

-Kamp Koral

Narlene Narwhal

Nobby Narwhal

Kidferatu

Preda Tory

Roxy

Jimmy Blobfish

-The Patrick Star Show

Ouchie

(Musical)

Mrs. Mayor

Merlina Mermaid

Entity Punkfish

Goldfish

Fred Blutang

Bubbles

Bitsey

The Eletric Skates

(Other Media)

- Games 

Prawn ("Battle for Bikini Bottom")

Madame Kassandra ("The Cosmic Shake")

- Books

Princess Neptuna ("SpongeBob and the Princess")

Feel free to use if you like to use any version you want, either if you'd want to credit me or link my own charts in the descriptions/texts.

[wonderlandleighleigh]

would LOVE to see some midge/lenny convos with miss patty or Babette/morey! Think it would be so funny. LOVE love love your writing!

(Thank you!!)

"So Taylor starts to talk about ordinances and town bi-laws and Midge looks at him and says 'Taylor, if you say one more word about boring town council rules, I'm going to flash this whole room, and the scars on my tit make me look like Frankenstein, so it won't be nearly as enjoyable for everyone here as it was for the crowd at the Gaslight in '58."

The group all laugh loudly, even though four out of the five of them were there.

Lenny grins proudly and wraps an arm around his wife, rubbing her arm. "You miss one town meeting around here."

"Welcome back," Morey grins, lifting his glass. "I know it was only two days, but we missed you."

"How was the book signing?" Babette asks. "Ya get any sexy ladies wanting you to sign their bits?"

"Not this time," Lenny chuckles as he sips his own drink. "The wedding ring scares them off more often than it doesn't."

"God love a good wedding ring," Patty muses. "Wedding rings have gotten me out of more trouble than I care to admit."

Midge smirks. "And gotten you in just as much."

Everyone laughs, and Patty nods. "You said it, Sister."

"So?" Lenny asks. "What else have I missed?"

"Emily Gilmore blew through town," Midge informs him. "She stormed right into the diner and yelled at Luke because she thought he and Lorelai hadn't gotten back together."

"Wait, didn't they?" Lenny asks, frowning.

"They did," Babette confirms. "But she didn't tell her mother."

Lenny flinches. "That is a very rough relationship they have."

"It's sad," Morey comments softly. "They just can't seem to understand each other."

"That's the way things go sometimes," Midge frowns. "My son and his father never got along. Til the day Joel died, they had a strained relationship. They were constantly frustrated with each other, and Ethan is sad he didn't have a better relationship with him, but they just...couldn't figure it out."

"Kit and her mother are that way," Lenny adds. "There's a disconnect."

Patty sighs heavily. "It's really too bad. Mr. Gilmore is quite the hunk of man."

"Lord love a tall man," Babette agrees, resting her head on Morey's arm.

Midge giggles and kisses Lenny's cheek. "Damn right."

[broke-bruce-wayne]

2023 Album a Day Masterpost

I'm going to try and listen to a new (to me) album every day (or at least every weekday), so consider this an open invitation to send me suggestions. Any genre, new or old.

Albums listened to below the cut

Enjoyability in parenthesis

Day 1: you'll be fine - Hot Mulligan (3.5/5) Day 2: Long Lost - Lord Huron (4.5/5) Day 3: Goodnight Paradise - Nightmare Club (4/5) Day 4: SOS - SZA (4.5/5) Day 5: Lies They Tell Our Children - Anti Flag (4/5) Day 6: The Stranger - Billy Joel (3.75/5) Day 7: Battle Born - The Killers (3/5) Day 8: Blue Rev - Alvvays (5/5) Day 9: Rush - Måneskin (2.5/5) Day 10: Axis: Bold as Love - The Jimi Hendrix Experience (4.5/5) Day 11: Rhombithian - Sincere Engineer (4.5/5) Day 12: Reckless - Bryan Adams (4/5) Day 13: Dragon New Warm Mountain I Believe in You - Big Thief (4.75/5) Day 14: Let's Start Here. - Lil Yachty (4.5/5) Day 15: Arthur (or the Decline and Fall of the British Empire) - The Kinks (4.5/5) Day 16: Worry. - Jeff Rosenstock (5/5) Day 17: Beat the Champ - The Mountain Goats (4.75/5) Day 18: Ants from Up There - Black Country, New Road (4.5/5) Day 19: Anarchist Gospel - Sunny War (4.25/5) Day 20: Youth of America - Wipers (4.75/5) Day 21: I'm Not Getting Any Taller - Daisy the Great (3/5) Day 22: Future Nostalgia - Dua Lipa (4/5) Day 23: Diaspora Problems - Soul Glo (4.25/5) Day 24: This is Why - Paramore (4/5) Day 25: When the Pawn... - Fiona Apple (4.75/5) Day 26: The Lonesome Crowded West - Modest Mouse (5/5) Day 27: Neveroddoreven - I Monster (4/5) Day 28: Hellfire - black midi (4.75/5) Day 29: Desire Pathway - Screaming Females (4.5/5) Day 30: Sound of Silver - LCD Soundsystem (4/5) Day 31: Let My Children Hear Music - Charles Mingus (4.25/5) Day 32: Dhaani - Strings (4/5) Day 33: Little Green House - Anxious (4.25/5) Day 34: Cracker Island - Gorillaz (3.75/5) Day 35: Flower Boy - Tyler, the Creator (4.5/5) Day 36: The Head and the Heart - The Head and the Heart (4/5) Day 37: Tracy Chapman - Tracy Chapman (5/5) Day 38: See You in Chemistry - Carly Cosgrove (4.25/5) Day 39: Dogsbody - Model/Actriz (4.25/5) Day 40: Low - David Bowie (4.5/5) Day 41: Little Plastic Castle - Ani DiFranco(4.25/5) Day 42: Shmap'n Shmazz - Cap'n Jazz (4/5) Day 43: 40 oz to Fresno - Joyce Manor (4/5) Day 44: Oh Me Oh My - Lonnie Holley (4.25/5) Day 45: Bridge over Troubled Water - Simon & Garfunkel (4.75/5) Day 46: You're Gonna Miss It All - Modern Baseball (4.5/5) Day 47: Eau de VIXX - VIXX (4/5) Day 48: No Thank You - Little Simz (4.25/5) Day 49: Fantasy - M83 (3.75/5) Day 50: Pet Sounds - The Beach Boys (5/5)

Day 51: Moanin' - Art Blakey and the Jazz Messengers (4.5/5) Day 52: Fortress - Miniature Tigers (4/5) Day 53: Sick! - Earl Sweatshirt (4.25/5) Day 54: So Much (for) Stardust - FOB (3/5) Day 54 Bonus: Memento Mori - Depeche Mode (4.25/5) Day 55: Close to the Edge - Yes (5/5) Day 56: Come In - Weatherday (4/5) Day 57: The Moon and Antarctica - Modest Mouse (5/5) Day 58: Baby - Petrol Girls (4.5/5) Day 59: The Record - Boygenius (3.5/5) Day 60: Loveless - My Bloody Valentine (4.75/5) Day 61: Mono - RM (3.75/5) Day 62: Glow On - Turnstile (4.25/5) Day 63: Un Verano sin Ti - Bad Bunny (4.5/5) Day 64: Rat Saw God - Wednesday (4.5/5) Day 65: Yankee Hotel Foxtrot - Wilco (5/5) Day 66: Rites of Spring - Tiger Really (4/5) Day 67: American Football (1999) - American Football (4.75/5) Day 68: Boat Songs - MJ Lenderman (4.75/5) Day 69: ...So Unknown - Jesus Piece (3.75/5) Day 70: Leviathan - Mastodon (4.75/5) Day 71: Sawayama - Rina Sawayama (4/5) Day 72: Brave Faces, Everyone - Spanish Love Songs (4.75/5) Day 73: Ugly Season - Perfume Genius (3.25/5) Day 74: Fuse - EBTG (3.5/5) Day 75: Horses - Patti Smith (4.5/5) Day 76: Pushing Daisies - Julie (4/5) Day 77: Get In Losers, We're Going to Eternal Damnation -Forests (4.25/5) Day 78: Lucifer on the Sofa - Spoon (3.25/5) Day 79: That! Feels! Good! - Jessie Ware (4.5/5) Day 80: Exile on Main St. - The Rolling Stones (4.5/5) Day 81: Somewhere City - Origami Angel (5/5) Day 82: El Camino - The Black Keys (4/5) Day 83: Skinty Fia - Fontaines D.C. (4.25/5) Day 84: Maps - Billy Woods & Kenny Segal (5/5) Day 85: Blue - Joni Mitchell (4.5/5) Day 86: Relationship of Command - At the Drive-In (5/5) Day 87: 濡れゆく私小説 - Indigo la End (4.25/5) Day 88: Formentera - Metric (4/5) Day 89: Why Would I Watch - Hot Mulligan (4.75/5) Day 90: In the Aeroplane Over the Sea - Neutral Milk Hotel (4.5/5) Day 91: Chet Baker Sings - Chet Baker (3.25/5) Day 92: Tigers Jaw - Tigers Jaw (4.25/5) Day 93: Ashley McBryde Presents: Lindeville - Ashley McBryde (4.75/5) Day 94: Seven Psalms - Paul Simon (3.5/5) Day 95: Let It Be - The Replacements (5/5) Day 96: The Weird and Wonderful Marmozets - Marmozets (4.5/5) Day 97: Joy as an Act of Resistance - IDLES (4.5/5) Day 98: Pool Kids - Pool Kids (4/5) Day 99: Scaring the Hoes - JPEGMAFIA x Danny Brown (4.25/5) Day 100: Fishmonger - Underscores (3/5)

[prapasara]

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The Best Funeral Songs and Memorial Songs

Traditional Funeral Songs and Funeral Music

1) Amazing Grace – Traditional

2) Wind Beneath My Wings – Bette Midler

3) His Eye is on the Sparrow – Mahalia Jackson

4) My Heart Will Go On – Celine Dion

5) Precious Lord, Take My Hand – Mahalia Jackson

6) You Raise Me Up – Josh Groban

7) I’ll Fly Away – Albert E. Brumley

8) The Rose – Bette Midler

9) As – Stevie Wonder

10) Angels – Robbie Williams

11) Going Up Yonder – Walter Hawkins

12) Unchained Melody – The Righteous Brothers

13) Oh Happy Day – Edwin Hawkins Singers

14) Candle in the Wind – Elton John

15) Total Praise – Richard Smallwood

16) Time to Say Goodbye – Andrea Bocelli and Sarah Brightman

17) Swing Low, Sweet Chariot – Traditional

18) Bridge Over Troubled Water – Simon & Garfunkel

19) Lean on Me – Bill Withers

20) Tears in Heaven – Eric Clapton

21) Ain’t No Mountain High Enough – Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell

22) Ave Maria – Franz Schubert

23) You Are Not Alone – Michael Jackson

24) Hallelujah – Jeff Buckley

25) I’ll Be There – The Jackson 5

26) I Will Always Love You – Whitney Houston

27) Victory is Mine – Dorothy Norwood

28) Always Look on the Bright Side of Life – Monty Python

29) Soon and Very Soon – Andraé Crouch

30) Danny Boy – Traditional

 

31) Order My Steps – GMWA Women of Worship

32) The Prayer – Celine Dion and Andrea Bocelli

33) Take Me to the King – Tamela Mann

34) When I Survey the Wondrous Cross – Traditional

35) I Need You to Survive – Hezekiah Walker and The Love Fellowship Choir

36) In the Arms of an Angel – Sarah McLachlan

37) We Fall Down – Donnie McClurkin

38) What a Wonderful World – Louis Armstrong

39) Stand – Donnie McClurkin

40) Here Comes the Sun – The Beatles

41) We Shall Overcome – Traditional

42) I’ll Be Missing You – Puff Daddy and Faith Evans

43) Lift Every Voice and Sing – James Weldon Johnson

44) Nearer My God to Thee – Traditional

45) I Am Not Forgotten – Israel Houghton

46) How Great Thou Art – Traditional

47) You’ll Never Walk Alone – Mahalia Jackson

48) The Sound of Silence – Simon & Garfunkel

49) He Has His Hands On You – Marvin Sapp

50) Auld Lang Syne – Traditional

51) Bridge Over Troubled Water – Aretha Franklin

52) Over the Rainbow – Israel Kamakawiwo’ole

53) Morning Has Broken – Cat Stevens

54) A Time for Us – Nino Rota

55) Let It Be – The Beatles

56) Broken Halos – Chris Stapleton

57) Never Would Have Made It – Marvin Sapp

58) Don’t Cry for Me Argentina – Julie Covington

59) Stairway to Heaven – Led Zeppelin

60) Old Rugged Cross – Traditional

61) Hold On – Yolanda Adams

62) The Way We Were – Barbra Streisand

63) You’ll Never Walk Alone – Gerry & The Pacemakers

64) His Strength is Perfect – Cece Winans

65) He Ain’t Heavy, He’s My Brother – The Hollies

66) We’ll Meet Again – Vera Lynn

67) Keep On Movin’ – Soul II Soul

68) Love Me Tender – Elvis Presley

69) Oh How He Loves You and Me – Edwin Hawkins Singers

70) God Bless America – Irving Berlin

71) Memory – Barbra Streisand

72) Be Grateful – Walter Hawkins

73) Angels Among Us – Alabama

74) Amazing Grace – Aretha Franklin

75) My Way – Frank Sinatra

76) Stand By Me – Ben E. King

77) Hold On – Mighty Clouds of Joy

78) I Smile – Kirk Franklin

79) Can’t Help Falling in Love – Elvis Presley

80) The Dance – Garth Brooks

81) You Are My Friend – Patti LaBelle

82) When the Saints Go Marching In – Traditional

83) On Eagle’s Wings – Michael Joncas

84) Angel – Sarah McLachlan

85) Bittersweet Symphony – The Verve

86) Ave Maria – Andrea Bocelli

87) The Lord is My Shepherd – Traditional

88) The Long and Winding Road – The Beatles

89) There You’ll Be – Faith Hill

90) Into the West – Annie Lennox

91) Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door – Bob Dylan

92) I Will Remember You – Sarah McLachlan

93) You Are the Wind Beneath My Wings – Bette Midler

94) I’m Already There – Lonestar

95) When You Believe – Whitney Houston and Mariah Carey

96) Fields of Gold – Sting

97) He Stopped Loving Her Today – George Jones

98) If I Die Young – The Band Perry

99) Lullabye (Goodnight, My Angel) – Billy Joel

100) Always On My Mind – Ane Brun

101) Dancing in the Sky – Beverly Ann

102) Home – Aron Wright

103) Living Legend – Club Danger

104) Be Still – The Fray

105) I Shall Believe – Sheryl Crow

106) To Build a Home – The Cinematic Orchestra, Patrick Watson

107) Supermarket Flowers – Ed Sheeran

108) Future Days (Acoustic) – Eddie Vedder

109) Heart – Rainbow Kitten Surprise

110) See You Again – Wiz Khalifa, Charlie Puth

111) See You Again – Beth

112) These Are Days – 10,000 Maniacs

113) Wonderwall – Zella Day

114) Lay Me Down – Sam Smith

115) I Will Always Return – Bryan Adams

116) The Story – Brandi Carlile

117) Send Me On My Way – Rusted Root

118) When We Were Young – Adele

119) Amazing Grace (Chains Are Gone) – Pentatonix

120) Do You Remember – Jack Johnson

121) In Christ Alone – Christina Grimmie

122) When I Get Where I’m Going – Brad Paisley, Dolly Parton

123) I Will Follow You Into the Dark – Death Cab for Cutie

125) Proof of Your Love – King & Country

126) Home – Edith Whiskers

127) My Best Friend – Tim McGraw

128) Work Song – Hozier

129) Biscuits – Kacey Musgraves

130) Home – Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros

131) Waves – Imagine Dragons

132) I Lived – OneRepublic

133) 7 Years Old – Lukas Graham

134) Excavate – Macklemore, Saint Claire

135) Gonna Fly Now – Bill Conti 

136) Solsbury Hill – Peter Gabriel

137) Unforgettable – Nat King Cole

138) Yet – Nathan Morris

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50 Songs to Play at a Funeral

Rock

1.    Tears In Heaven – Eric Clapton

2.    Wish You Were Here – Pink Floyd

3.    Babe I’m Gonna Leave You – Led Zeppelin

4.    Scream – Chris Cornell

5.    My City of Ruins – Bruce Springsteen

6.    November Rain – Guns N’ Roses

7.    Hallelujah – Bon Jovi

8.    Stairway To Heaven – Led Zeppelin

9.    I’ll Back You Up – Dave Matthews Band

10.  Man of the Hour – Pearl Jam

Alternative Rock

1.    Surround You – Echosmith

2.    The Trapeze Swinger – Iron & Wine

3.    Heartbeats – Jose Gonzalez

4.    Blood – The Middle East

5.    The Funeral – Band of Horses

6.    Awake My Soul – Mumford & Sons

7.    While We Were Dreaming – Pink Mountaintops

8.    Higher Love – James Vincent McMorrow

9.    The Night We Met – Lord Huron

10.  Twenty Years – Augustana

Pop

1.    Supermarket Flowers – Ed Sheeran

2.    Breathe Me – Sia

3.    Fix You – Coldplay

4.    See You Again –Charlie Puth

5.    Somewhere Over The Rainbow -  Israel Kamakawiwo’ole (and other artists)

6.    I’ll Be Missing You – P. Diddy & Faith Evans

7.    Angel – Sarah McLachlan

8.    Angles – Robbie Williams

9.    Chasing Cars – Snow Patrol

10.  Gone, Gone, Gone – Phillip Phillips

Classics

1.    Take Me Home – John Denver

2.    Yesterday – The Beatles

3.    My Way – Frank Sinatra

4.    You’ll Never Walk Alone – Gerry & The Pacemakers

5.    Turn Turn Turn – The Byrds

6.    Always On My Mind – Elvis

7.    Amazing Grace – Celtic Women

8.    In My Life – The Beatles

9.    Imagine – John Lennon

10.  Heaven Can Wait – Meatloaf

Country

1.    If I Die Young – The Band Perry

2.    Go Rest High On That Mountain – Vince Gill

3.    Angels Among Us – Alabama

4.    If Heaven Wasn’t So Far Away – Justin Moore

5.    I Drive Your Truck – Lee Brice

6.    Drink a Beer – Luke Bryan

7.    Who You’d Be Today – Kenny Chesney

8.    One Hell of an Amen – Brantley Gilbert

9.    If You’re Reading This – Tim McGraw

10.  See You Again – Carrie Underwood

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[let-me-take-your-soul]

Hurt/Comfort Kid just like basically whatever you want! You choose! Be your OWN request.

Lmaooo! I have become my own request! Thank you for the suggestion!

Kid's first meeting with Liz and Patty (hurt/comfort)

    Building relationships was difficult, and for the most part, Kid didn’t really understand the point of close friendships. It wasn’t necessarily for a lack of trying, but people seemed to be put off by his status as Lord Death’s son or his mannerisms. After a young childhood of clinging to his father who had desperately tried to build his son’s social skills, Lord Death eventually had to put that concern on the back burner, hoping that eventually Kid would be able to find someone on his own who accepted him.

    Still, work had to be done, and Kid had to learn about the roles of being a reaper. Lord Death had sent him on a trip to Brooklyn to scope out some information for the academy. Kid had been traveling alone, and the intense individualism of the city was starting to hit him. Even though he had struggles with creating strong friendships like he had seen in books and movies, the people in Death City were at least friendly. His time in Brooklyn was proving to be extra lonesome and people were outwardly rude to him about his quirks.

    On the one hand, he appreciated that people didn’t seem to walk on eggshells with the knowledge of who his father was, but interacting with others was beginning to feel particularly isolating. He strolled through the city as daytime turned to night. Still on the hunt for information and feeling discouraged at the lack of cooperation from others, he was thinking of throwing in the towel and going back home to his father.

    As he walked past a dark alleyway, he heard a commotion coming from the area further down its path. Curious to see if a stray kishin egg was nearby, he made his way through the dark path and came upon a rather violent scene. At first he only saw a large group of men clad in dark clothing, until he heard the voices of two girls from an area outside his vision. Continuously intrigued, he snuck to a higher ground to get a better view of the situation. He had found the source of the voices he couldn’t see before. 

    There were two girls surrounded by the men who appeared to be a bit rough around the edges, standing strong and calm, almost amused, against the group of men who seemed to be ready to pounce at a moment's notice. Kid watched, wondering if he should step in. He almost walked away when he heard the bang of a gunshot. He whipped around to see that one of the girls had turned into a gun and the two were holding their own against the group with no issues. He almost walked away again when he saw what would end up as a life changing moment for him.

The one girl who had turned into a gun turned back into her human form, only for the other girl to transform into an identical gun. His heart began to pound excitedly. His father had been relentlessly trying to find an elegant weapon partner for Kid, but there was always something off about the partners he had presented. This moment was when Kid saw what seemed to be missing from the other partners. It wasn't just that having them as partners would follow the ideal symmetry Kid desired, but it was what he gathered from their personalities as well. 

The two of them were bold, they had no issues relying on each other just as weapons and they weren't trying to sugarcoat anything during their fight. It made him feel hopeful- maybe if he reached out to them, maybe those two could accept him. Maybe they wouldn't feel as if they were walking on eggshells while they were with him. Maybe they could treat him like a normal person even though he knew he wasn't.

After a moment's hesitation, he jumped in, taking out the remaining attackers. As the chaos cleared, the two girls met his gaze, confused and impressed at the sight of him. 

"Who the hell do you think you are?" The older of the girls asked.

"My name is Death the Kid. Kid for short. I have a proposition for you two."

The two watch him skeptically as he explains who he is and how he wants them to come back to the DWMA with him. 

"You're certainly bold asking us to come with you. What's the catch, huh?" The older girl asks.

"Nothing at all, I'm being fully transparent. If you come back to the academy with me and agree to be my weapons, you'll be provided with a more comfortable life. Food, shelter, whatever you need."

The two girls look at each other and back to Kid.

"And why us?" The younger girl asks.

"I saw you fight. You're twin pistols, right? I have an affinity for symmetry, you know. More than that however, I see a deep potential for you both. I think we'd work well with each other."

Kid pauses, unsure of how much further to take his convincing.

"I won't force you to come with me, but if you're interested, I'll be at the library tomorrow searching for some information right at opening, 7am. Meet me there in the archives and we can test the waters."

He turns, walking off and returning to the hotel room his father had set up for him, wondering if he had made an impression on them like they did on him. 

.

.

.

Sure enough, the next morning at 7am, Kid was walking up the stairs to the library's entrance.

"Okay Kid," a voice calls out. He turns to the source and sees one of the girls from last night. "We thought about it. You let us know what you're looking for and if this works out, we'll consider coming back with you."

Kid gives them a grin.

"Perfect. Now, since we'll be working together for this, what should I call you two?"

"I'm Patty, and that's my big sis Liz. Now, you better not pull any shit with us, mister. We're not afraid to go on the offensive," the younger girl with shorter hair tells him, her voice shockingly cute and unseeming for the harsh tone she was giving him.

Kid nods, "Of course. I don't blame you for being wary. I'll do my best to gain your trust."

He fills the two of them in on reports of a kishin egg in the area and how the people around the city weren't being too cooperative, so he had decided to see if he could find any leads using newspaper reports. The two girls groaned at this. 

"Okay, I see why you're struggling with this. Your presence ain't shit honestly. If you're gonna dress and look the way you do, you need a voice to back it up. Take us to your first lead, we'll get the information you want," Liz tells him.

Kid raises a brow at this but agrees. He leads the sisters to a back-alley store he had gone to yesterday, leading the way in.

When the man behind the counter sees him, he rolls his eyes. 

"Look dude, I told you yesterday, I don't have-" he freezes as he notices the two girls standing behind Kid. 

"You say you don't know anything, huh? I call bullshit, how about you Patty?" Liz says, her voice sickeningly sweet, but her aura brimming with malice.

"Uh-huh. I think this guy is lying to you Kid. I don't like liars," Patty replies. 

The two approach the counter and the guy backs up a bit.

"O-okay, fine! What do you need to know? I don't want any trouble!" 

"Kid, what was it you were looking for?"

"I'm looking for the whereabouts of a kishin egg. Do you know anyone who's been more violent lately? Particularly someone who wants to get more powerful by eating human souls?"

"Well, I don't know about any of that 'eating human souls' crap but… my boss. He's been acting really sketchy lately- hasn't been coming in much and when he does he's been weirdly strong and threatening. He used to be real scrawny, but now he's way beefy. He's only been claiming to work out for a month! There's no way he's built that much muscle that fast." 

"Mhmmmm, and where can we find your boss, huh?" Patty asks.

"He lives in the apartments down the street. I think his apartment number is 712" 

"Awww, see? Wasn't that easy?" Liz says condescendingly.

The man nods nervously, and Kid turns around, leaving the building with Liz and Patty in tow.

The three of them make their way to the apartment and begin to plan as they walk.

"Now, since we may have to fight, I want to see how well the two of you work with me as a meister for you. If things go south, we can change the plan, but let's go in guns blazing okay?" Kid tells them.

"I can get behind that. Can't turn down a good fight!" 

As they approach the building, Kid gives them a signal and the two girls assume their gun forms. Starting off by holding them normally, Kid pauses.

"What's wrong dude, shouldn't we get in there before he decides to move?" 

"Yes… but this feels wrong." He says, as he holds the two of them in front of him. 

"Maybe if I switch hands with them…? No… Aiming sideways…? ….No…" he mumbles to himself.

"What the hell are you doing? Just pick a way to hold us and move, dammit!" Patty screeches at him.

"Just wait!" He yells back. "Aha, I've got it!"

Giving the two of them a good spin, he grasps them both, pinkies near the triggers as they're held upside down. 

"That's better." He says as he enters the building. 

The two girls stare in disbelief as he happily saunters his way to the apartment building. 

Once they reach the correct apartment number, Kid wastes no time shooting the door down and jumping in. Immediately he's jumped by the kishin egg he'd been searching for and satisfaction settles in-

It's immediately apparent as the trio fights together. They're perfect for each other. Kid never realized it before, how powerful a soul connection could be, but as the three took down this kishin, he felt it- a connection that hadn't been there before- and he knew that these girls were going to be a big part of his life for a long time.

[m-to-the-6th-power]

Happy WIP Wednesday more prince Gideon au. This time, 2 different conversations between Gideons.

"Wait, you're a necromancer right?" Gideon asked, taking in the Saint of Duty. "I thought all necros were scrawny little fucks with noodle arms. (Rude!) Sorry El. What I mean is, is there some reason that you worked out? Other than the obvious, using weapons."

"More blood, and better oxygenation of that blood, makes me a better necromancer. Plus, the beefcake appeal."

"So all the protein from cheesed burger patties helped you bulk up?" 

The Saint of Duty laughed riotously, mirth clear on his face and Gideon couldn't help but grin back. "No no, well yes, a nice burger fresh off the barby is a super convenient way to get good protein. Or a nice steak with grill marks can make almost any meal feel a bit special. But I mean the body type. Some people like their partners to be more physically bulky, big muscles, taking up space, all that. So another benefit of working out is being attractive to a certain subset of people. Although I've noticed it is a bit more pronounced in your mothers people than in the houses."

--------

"Your mother once told me that she'd welcome me into Blood of Eden if I wanted. It would've taken me killing John, but if I did that, she said she would name me herself. 'The Sword of the Lord and Gideon,' was the name she wanted. I was to be her sword that struck down the vile serpent. I couldn't do it. Not after what he did to A.L., to die is the only true way to escape grief, and he deserved that mercy least of anyone and even more so now."

Gideon's eyes darkened as she thought of the emperor, that familiar flame of injustice burning inside her chest like Dominicus itself. “He should still die. I don't give a damn about his grief. What about Pyrrha?”

Gideon the First looked down at his daughter and gave a small, almost secret, smile. “You don't understand, but I didn't think you would. Pyrrha is dead, and I miss her terribly. Losing someone like that is an ache that never goes away. But for us, the lyctors, it's a wound with scar tissue. It doesn't hurt as much most of the time, unless you really press down on it,” He paused here to gauge his audience, taking in the set of her jaw and shoulders. “But for John, it's an open gaping wound. It can't heal over because she's alive. She's alive and she's there, and he can't go to her and sit with her. It can't scar or scab over, and so it must fester.”

Gideon looked up at her namesake, rotating what he said around on a platter in her mind. She wanted to give it plenty of time to sink in. She wanted badly to share her theory about the other soul that she'd met in his body but in a flash of insight realized that it would be unbearably cruel. To tell him his cavalier was still alive in the recesses of his mind, not fully gone, would subject him to that same pain he was wishing on the Emperor. “Would it press down if I asked questions?”

“No, as long as they aren't overwhelmingly sad. She would've looked at you like her own kid.”

[fictionkinfessions]

*waves arms in the sea of people*

Hiya Liz, Lord death and kid! I miss you! Especially my sister!!!!! Love ya! :>

-a patty fictive (soul eater)

[thatwitchyaunt]

Makeup for Magick/Ritual p8: Yule - The Winter Solstice

And finally, Yule! The Winter Solstice! We’re almost done, people… Let’s get it started!

All the colors of Christmas applies to Yule/Winter Solstice, since it’s one of the holidays the church “borrowed” from.

I know! Shocker!

But as a reminder, my notes have the Yule colors as :

Red

Orange

Yellow

Gold

Silver

White

Blue

Green

First up, Give Me Glow (plus singles).

Christmas Morning Palette: Not sure if there’s a holiday palette with a better curated color story. You have the beautiful gold for the Sun and solar magick, pine green for evergreens and prosperity, warm cinnamon and cranberry reds, and warm toned silvers and deep greys.

Single Shadow “Add-Ons”

Low Battery: neutral toned medium-dark red matte

Emerald City: emerald green metallic

Patty: slightly warm toned medium green matte

Cream Please: ultra creamy ivory matte

Glamourous: extremely high foiled pale gold

Halo: metallic white with baby blue and gold shifts

Icy Frap: icy warm champagne metallic with taupe undertones

Icicle: icy white metallic

Marshmallow: pure white matte

Satellite: aluminum foil silver metallic

Dirt Road: deep black brown matte

Valentines Red: cranberry red metallic

Now for Juvia’s Place!

The Afrique: Toasty reds, golds and greens. It’s definitely more suited for Yule than Samhain. It’s similar to Christmas Morning in terms of color magick, but I definitely prefer the GMG palette.

The Warrior: If you’re focus is the rebirth of the sun, the golds and gold-toned browns in this palette is the way to go. A work safe color and subtle enough for people still in the broom closet.

This is the last time, I promise! For now, anyway… Our lord and savior, Coloupop!

Just My Luck: Green for the evergreens, celebrating life even in the long, dark cold winter; and for prosperity, abundance and luck.

Main Squeeze: Reds for strength, health, and physical energy for those of us with seasonal depression; and for the fire that keeps up warm and alive during the icy winter.

Blue Moon: Speaking of icy… Blues for the ice, snow and cold outside.

Frozen II: Elsa: Seriously, fuck pressed glitters. This is another “going with the vibes” palette. The icy blue, silver and purple, and the berry shades scream winter. It’s based off of Elsa, so I’m not surprised.

Next, BH Cosmetics!

Poison Shock Ghost Pepper: Like all the Poison Shock palettes, the depth of the mattes are lacking. But if you ignore the pink shades, it could lend itself to some holiday glamour magick. I feel like the Poison Shock palettes can be paired with a Colourpop monochrome palette . So yeah… what I wrote for CP Main squeeze applies here too.

Poison Shock Absinthe: Again, depth isn’t great, but everything from the CP Just My Luck palette applied to this one.

Poison Shock Sub Zero: The depth is slightly better in this one. Again, all things from the CP Blue Moon palette applies to Sub-Zero.

Naughty Palette and Miss Claus: The Lit List Palette: If you have either of these BH holiday palettes, you have options. I like the size of the pans in the Naughty palette because it makes it easy to also use them as blushes, and the quality is worth ignoring the two pressed glitters. The only look you can really do with this palette is an icy blue one, since it’s more toasty and cozy. The Lit List palette is the Naughty palette’s brighter little sister, and it thankfully only has one pressed glitter. This one will give you an icy December weather look, and it has an abundance of golds if you’re aiming for the rebirth of the sun. To be honest, you have them both, you’re pretty much covered.

Smitten in Switzerland: These colors lean more to the icy side, but with a bright golden yellow pop. Another “vibes” palette for the list. If you’re going for Jack Frost covering everything with a layer of ice, this will have you covered.

Passion in Paris: I included this for the winter berry shades. The reds and blues specifically.

Love in London: This palette’s here specifically for the metallic blue, purple, grey and gold. And no other reason.

Blueberry Muffin: Another good icy palette, with its cool toned blues, greys, white and silver.

And finally, we have the singles from Shroud, Terra Moons, and Looxi Beauty.

Shroud:

World Eater: an intense true red metallic shimmer

Vigil: a golden yellow metallic

Artifact: a grungy olive green metallic with a slight gold shift

Terra Moons:

Skyfall: a pale cool toned blue metallic with blue and lavender shifts

Meteorite: a golden, pink shimmer with hints of green

Nightfall: a deep blue metallic with hints of cerulean blue and gray

Spiked: a warm, dark red metallic

Hot Spiced Cider: a unique gold-green with hints of brown metallic

Dark Matter: a turquoise brown shifting metallic

Looxi Beauty:

Dream On: a pale aqua blue shimmer

Money Bags: a green with shifts of gold and blue

Honey Pot: a golden orange with shifts of copper, yellow and purple

Snow Angel: a light iridescent shimmer with shifts of gold, pink and bluish purple

Winter Moon: an azure blue shimmer with subtle shifts of gold and olive green

Chilly: a baby blue shimmer with shifts of pink and purple

Cupid: a warm peach shimmer with shifts of gold, orange and pink

Donner: a blue with green and gold duochrome

Rudy: a burgundy red with shifts of gold and orange

Adonis: a metallic powder blue with shifts of silver, blue, turquoise and purple

CASHmere: an emerald green with slight shifts of blue and gold

Noir: a steel blue with a lavender shift

Firefly: a red metallic with a copper/orange/gold shift

Lady Luck: a bronze gold with shifts of green, red and brownish purple

Nebula: a light violet metallic with undertones of silver

Vibin’: a periwinkle shimmer with a lavender shift

As usual, if you have anything to add, 100% please do so! Share and inspire!

And the sabbat series is officially finished! It’s done! Holy crap…

[shxwmaster]

can't stop thinking about how mathias never really got to know his family. pathonia shaw and waltion freemore kept their relationship a secret to the very end; waltion literally trained mathias, and mathias never knew that that man was his grandfather. waltion took it to the grave.

his own mother died when he was four. he can't even remember her face anymore. he didn't grow up with a father, he never knew his. personally, i headcanon lord jorach ravenholdt to be his actual father, but once again, this is a secret well kept, never revealed ( though, after mathias' rescue from detheroc and hunkering with the uncrowned, jorach came very close several times to revealing it, but never did ). mathias had trained with him for a few summers in his youth, never knowing it.

in his life, he really only had pathonia, and pathonia had already shed her own past life. little to nothing is known about pathonia and her family, if she had any siblings, if her parents were ever in the picture, nothing. mathias had no cousins or siblings, no aunts or uncles — though, the assassin's guild has definitely served as a surrogate in that regard; all of patty's friends in the guild who are ex-con assassins have rallied together to raise little mattie

but, guild aside, who often only served to just make mathias vaguely uncomfortable most of the time, he was very isolated. some of this was intentional, as pathonia needed to have as much control over his life as possible to ensure he could be raised into the master of spies and a better assassin than she. she kept so many truths from mathias to protect their image, so many that he will probably never learn of, and though he's long since grown up by now, every now and then it does hurt that he never got to experience family in the way that normal people did.

and then, he went and did the same damage to edwin and vanessa, by keeping the relationship secret, and damning vanessa to grow up missing a parental figure.